Chapter Text
Thus the start of another historic truce between the Assassins and Templars.
Both mentors found a way to work with one another. Surprisingly, they got along fine, most probably because of Shay’s aversion toward Templar beliefs, a sentiment Connor knew very well. They were fighting against one adversary now, which didn’t even concern their own two factions. No precursor artifacts to find, and no Assassins or Templars to hunt.
Crime, poverty, and aggression plagued New York and Boston, and in one of their encounters with deserted soldiers, things took a turn for the worse. A grenadier threw a smoke bomb toward them, but Shay had a way to protect himself from the poisonous gas, unlike Connor, who was struggling to keep his balance as two brutes cornered him. The Templar quickly put on his gas mask and rushed toward his ally, killing the two soldiers in quick, brutal motions. He found Connor slumped against the wall, struggling to keep his breathing under control. Shay swiftly rose the younger man to his feet, put his arm around his shoulder, and guided the both of them to safety.
On their return to the Homestead, Shay brought Connor to his bedroom and urged him to rest. When he finally sat him on the bed, he was about to leave and nurse his own wounds until he noticed how the Assassin’s cheeks were starting to redden. Sweat covered his bronze skin and his breathing was labored.
“Shit. You’re heating up.” Shay placed his hand on the other man’s forehead, feeling the warmth under his palm. He quickly got up to fetch a damp cloth to cool down his fever when he noticed the tent in the younger man’s breeches.
“The smoke bomb was an aphrodisiac,” Shay muttered, eyes widening at the revelation. Connor couldn’t even speak at this point; he was trying to keep himself from hyperventilating. Everything hurt and his fever seemed to start to worsen. Shay went through it once, and it made him insatiable. Fortunately, Haytham was there to give him a… helping hand.
No one but him was here to help Connor. Well, the other Assassin recruits and Homesteaders were nearby, but he couldn’t let them see the boy like this. They can maybe wait it out, but Shay knows how much that would hurt.
“Take off your clothes,” Shay demanded, earning a glare from the other man.
“W-what?!”
“Take off your goddamn clothes or you’ll fucking burn to death!”
Connor hesitated but still did what he was told. He brought his hands toward his chest, shakily unbuttoning his coat. As his fingers brushed against his bare skin, he felt the intense heat underneath his palm and how drenched his entire body was from the sweat. Connor was pulled from his trance when he heard a hard thunk followed by the clinking of a belt.
“What… what are you doing?”
“I’m going to help you.”
Connor froze as his eyes were met with Shay’s shirtless figure. He stared at the latter’s scarred chest, moving his focus down to his toned abs and his defined V-line. A trail of hair spread from his navel downward, disappearing into his trousers. The Templar moved closer toward him, and suddenly, it was too hot to think. Connor’s coat was long gone but his breeches were still on with its belt keeping it secure.
“Get this off,” Shay urged. He hastily fumbled with the younger man’s breeches, which was unsurprisingly met with resistance. Connor still had an ounce of strength in him, yet his movements were jerky and uncoordinated. “Stop! You can’t-” he stammered. “You have to trust me, Connor. You can’t, ugh, wait out this fever!” Shay retaliated, trying to keep the other still, but he was still trying to fight back. “Stay… ugh! still!” he grumbled. Finally, he was able to pin the other’s hands onto the bed, and he could sense the fight inside the younger man slowly leaving his body.
Connor’s hands were shaking, his breath coming so fast it was making him lightheaded. He felt as if his brain was turning into mush, and the only words that came out of his mouth were reduced to a pathetic whimper. “Hurts…” he slurred, looking up at Shay with teary eyes. “Shit. Stay with me, Connor,” the older man said in a low whisper.
They both watched with bated breath as Shay unlaced the younger man’s breeches, pulling down his drawers to let his aching length spring free. His swollen cock was red and already leaking precum at the tip. He was so sensitive that when Shay brushed his fingers against it, Connor arched his back and let out a loud cry.
“Shit, Connor. I’m sorry. I have to-” Shay gripped the large cock, causing the other man to thrust helplessly into his calloused hand. Connor was restless, tossing and turning from the overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure. Shay moved his other hand from the younger man’s wrists to his hip, caressing it in an attempt to soothe him. All Connor could hear was his own panting he didn’t notice Shay start to kiss his chest and neck. He was sweating, and he felt hot and stupid, and his eyes wouldn’t seem to focus.
“Shay, please… it hurts…”
“It’s alright, hm? You’ll be fine, just… stay with me.”
Shay continued to pump the boy’s cock, smearing precum all over his shaft. He peppered kisses all over his body, softly caressing the sides of his waist. No matter how much Shay tried to soothe Connor, the latter couldn’t stop the intense heat and pleasure from consuming him. He was on the verge of losing control of his thoughts. He didn’t want this, but he needed it. He needed someone to touch him, fuck him raw on the bed until he cums and this could all be over. The thought of it brought him temporary relief.
He brought his fingers to his swollen lips, brushing against them lightly. There was an odd desire rising from within him to have both his holes filled. He needed something inside his hot mouth, something warm and heavy. He pushed two fingers past his lips and into his mouth, feeling a shiver of arousal up his spine. His cock twitched as he sucked and reveled in the sensation on his tongue. He pushed them further into the back of his throat, hypnotized by the pleasure of it.
To Shay’s terror, he started to feel himself getting hard. The boy was looking at him from hooded eyes, tears falling onto his blushing cheeks. His swollen lips stretched around his fingers, muffling the little sounds of pleasure he was making as saliva started to leak down his chin. Fuck, he looked so-
Shay was pulled from his own thoughts when he saw Connor withdraw his fingers slowly, tracing along his tongue. He moved the slicked digits across his body, tracing his chest and abdomen until he reached the inside of his thigh. He slowly removed Shay’s grip on his cock and showed him where he really wanted to be touched.
“Here… need you here…” he brought his slicked fingers to his wet hole, making Shay freeze at the implication of what was going to happen next. “Connor, I can’t, I-... This is enough-” he tried to grasp at the other man’s cock again to pump him into completion. That this could finally come to an end. “No! Ah- please, please…” Connor mumbled, pushing the hand away and spreading his puckered hole open in an attempt to entice the older man.
The erotic sight made Shay snap. If this was going to make him feel better, so be it. He brought the other’s hips up, hooking his legs onto his shoulders. Shay pried the younger man’s cheeks apart, hesitantly prodding his thumb onto the tight rim. Connor pulled him closer, encouraging him to continue. The older man took a deep breath before diving in to lave it with his tongue. Connor’s whole body twitched in response, a low moan leaving his mouth.
Shay was in disbelief at what he was doing right now. He was about to fuck his late lover’s son. He knows it’s wrong; he never wanted to defile the young man, but the circumstances were dire. He couldn’t push away the shame and guilt he was feeling as he spat on the puckered hole, spreading saliva all over it as he heard the muffled whimpers of the man below him.
“More…” Connor whined, gripping the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white. Shay pushed his tongue inside, kissing and sucking on the tight rim. “Need you… inside…” the young man mumbled, moving to place a hand on Shay’s thigh.
Fuck.
Connor whined when Shay withdrew himself from the former’s wet hole. “Connor… don’t make me do this,” he pleaded, but it was all in vain. The younger man tightened his grip on the other’s thigh, silently asking him to put his cock inside and fuck him until the aphrodisiac’s effect subsides. The image of Shay’s dick roughly thrusting inside of him was so vivid it made him groan, and his hips jolted forward involuntarily, thrusting forward a couple of times, desperate for friction. The utter pain and desperation in the boy’s features hurt him, and Shay was sure that what the other was feeling now was unbearable.
If he had to fuck the boy, he’d at least make sure it’ll feel good.
Afraid of hurting Connor even more, he retrieved some gun oil from his pocket and drizzled some in his hand. The younger man’s breath catches at the brush of a slicked fingertip over his hole, his body seizing up on instinct. Shay dribbled some more oil along the crevice of his ass, pulling a whine from his lips at the sensation. The tip of a finger presses inside, and Connor sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as the finger presses into the last knuckle. His jaw goes slightly slack as the sting from the sudden intrusion overwhelms him.
Connor kept begging for more, and Shay started to fuck the tight opening with two more fingers. His hole quickly became a sloppy mess of saliva, oil, and precum. It was impossible for them to stop now. Connor clenches tight around the fingers buried deep inside, thrusting and curling and scissoring him open. His mind was hazy, and tears streamed down his face in an endless loop, sweat soaking into the sheets beneath him.
But Connor needed something bigger, something warmer to fill him up. He grasped Shay’s wrist, slowly removing the fingers inside with a sigh. He brought his legs back down onto the bed. Shay had hoped that it was finally over, that the aphrodisiac’s effects finally went away. But the relief was temporary when Connor started to press on the tent forming in his breeches with his foot, causing the other to let out a groan.
“You- agh… Was that not enough-?! Ah!” Connor started pressing harder, panting and looking at the other man with hooded eyes. “Mmh… not enough…” he whined. “Need to cum… please...”
The boy was surprisingly risqué.
“Fuck, who taught you to beg like that…?” Shay started to fumble with his own belt, sighing in relief as he took out his hard cock. He was losing control of his own thoughts, and lust was beginning to consume him. He focused his gaze back on Connor, trying to find any sign of reluctance, but all he found was desperation and a need to be properly fucked. Shay let out a shaky breath, poured the remaining oil onto his dick, and hesitantly pressed the head of his cock against the younger man’s hole, thick and hot as it catches on his slick rim. A broken cry wrenches from Connor’s chest, and the noises he made were utterly debauched.
Shay closed his eyes, trying to ignore the depraved sounds the boy was making. Then he was slowly pulled in deeper, and it finally dawned on him. His cock was fully inside his dead boss’ son. Shame ran through him as he heard Connor’s lewd pleas and the way his hips were helplessly thrusting forward, urging him to move. He placed his hands on the boy’s waist, pushing in deeper until the tip of his cock brushed against his prostate, causing the man below him to cry out in pleasure. He kept his eyes shut, he couldn’t face him, couldn’t accept this entire situation.
It was wrong. So wrong. But why did it feel so good?
Connor was so tight around him, so fucking tight that if he moved even for just a bit he might cum then and there. Everything was so hot that it was becoming unbearable. The man below him keened as the cock in his ass started to thrust slowly deep into him. His mind was hazy, and his entire body grew sensitive as Shay ran his hands through his toned chest and abs, causing him to moan wantonly when the older man suddenly gripped his erect cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Shay moved closer, bringing his head down as he buried his face onto Connor’s neck.
I’m sorry Haytham, I’m sorry…
Waves of his fond memories with Haytham suddenly came flooding in. God, he was so beautiful . He was the only person to have seen who Haytham truly was. He had seen him fall apart countless times in his bed, how his eyes would flutter and his smile wide when Shay peppers kisses all over his face and neck. He remembered the sweet taste of Haytham’s lips and the beautiful sounds he made during their trysts.
“Haytham, oh- Haytham…” Shay unwittingly muttered into the side of Connor’s neck. The latter turned to him and tried to lift his head. “No…” he whined, pressing his lips onto Shay’s. The older man tried to resist, keeping his mouth sealed. Yet Connor persisted, sticking his tongue out and licking the other man’s lips. He can’t. This was wrong. “Con- mmph!” Connor took advantage of Shay’s open mouth, sweeping his tongue inside. The kiss was desperate, leaving them breathless as they pulled away.
“I- ah… I’m not… I am not my father- ah!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, Connor…”
Connor gasped as Shay quickened his pace. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and all he could do was to take him. The air felt heavy, filling the room with the Templar’s musk, consuming the Assassin’s sense of smell until it nestled in his mind.
“So… mmh! Call me… by my real name…”
“Yes, Connor. Yes- ah, I will-”
“No- ah! Stop-”
Shay suddenly paused, letting the other man even out his breathing.
“Are- are you alright?”
“My name… is Ratonhnhaké:ton…” Connor replied, panting heavily.
“R-Ratonhnha…”
“Ratonhnhaké:ton,” he repeated as Shay steadily resumed his pace.
“Ratonhnhaké:ton- agh!” the older man replied in his rough, husky voice and let out a growl as he felt the other clench around him.
Connor whined and pushed back against him, taking in more of the thick cock. His eyes closed and mouth wide open, his whole body trembling helplessly with how roughly Shay was pounding into him. The hand pumping his dick was so fast, so warm and tight around him, that if Shay carried on with this pace he might cum-
And Connor came the same way Haytham always did, with his eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out. He spilled with a sharp cry, spurt after spurt decorating his bronze skin.
He was the spitting image of his father.
Shay kept fucking into him furiously. At this point, he was only seeking out his own pleasure, losing himself in the warmth of Connor’s body. It didn’t take too long for him to climax, groaning and gasping and shaking as he pumps cum into the younger man, excess semen trickling out of the boy’s gaping hole when he pulled out.
The room was silent, save for them catching their breaths. Connor slowly started to regain some awareness, and he didn’t feel as feverish as he was before. The heat had finally subsided, but the earlier exertion left him exhausted. Shay was left in his own thoughts, staring at Connor’s body, tarnished by their sinful act. He was afraid of touching him again that he might confront the reality of what they had just done. It ran through his mind again and again, the slapping of flesh, the fingers scratching his back, leaving him grappling with what he had to do now.
The thought haunts him, and he hopes that tomorrow, the boy won’t remember anything and that they’ll act like nothing happened. Tears pricked in his eyes, but Connor was already asleep when they fell. Before he began to spiral, his mind was overtaken by an image of Haytham. It’s been a while since he thought of him, and to think that he only thought of him now was because he fucked his son just a few moments ago. He brought a hand to his tear-streaked face, sighing in frustration. Why did he have to have his father’s eyes?
He got up from the bed and fetched a wet rag to clean them up. Tomorrow is another day. Maybe he can visit Haytham again, but not tonight. No, this was a night the both of them would be taking to their graves.