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Desmond’s breath stuck in his lungs as he hit the ground with a loud thud. Dirt pushed from under his fingers as he clenched them into fists. Panic stemmed in his chest before his lungs suddenly contracted and he could finally breathe precious air again. He inhaled desperately, drinking in as much air as he could, as his body throbbed with every heartbeat. His eyes darted around, confused, and a strangled whine broke from his throat.

Trees.

He’d been in the cave- burning .

Wasn’t he-? Did he fail? Was everything going to burn?

-like him?-

Desmond tightly closed his eyes, shuddering. He desperately drew in more air, trying to push back the panic that threatened to drown him. His body shook harder but he forced himself to his feet. He stumbled and quickly caught himself on a tree. He looked and a strangled sound tore out of his throat and panic jumped to his throat. He gripped his arm, his blackened arm . The color of burnt wood and-

“ F-fuck .” He whispered, closing his eyes against the sight of the golden lines that carved into his discolored arm like circuitry. His heart was pounding in his chest, a bass beat that he could feel throughout his entire body. He swallowed hard and made his legs work, taking one step away from the tree, then two, until he was walking further into the forest.

He walked, further and further until his body started shaking again and black crept along the edges of his vision, he clutched his damaged arm tighter, pulling his sleeve down more -if someone just glanced, it looked like he was wearing a weird, skin tight glove-. He stumbled again, nearly falling to the ground on his weak legs.

There was something wrong with him.

His legs suddenly crumbled without warning and his sight went black. He trembled, trying to stay awake even as he dug his fingers into the ground again. But it was a losing battle and he completely slipped under.

He swore he heard someone just before the black slipped his brain under as well.

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It had been a full month since he’d been picked up by Myriam. The moment he had seen her, he immediately knew where he was- when he was. Myriam, the huntress who had settled in the Davenport Homestead -love interest of Norris. He liked those missions, it was cute how much Norris liked Myriam-. It was later in the story but he didn’t know how much later. She was already married to Norris.

He had begged her to not let anyone know about him, and maybe he did something right because after a few minutes of her refusing, she finally agreed.

-Desmond didn’t know but it had been the small flinch he’d give every time she reached towards him. The wide eyed lost look when she gentled her tone like he was a scared animal. The way his cheeks sunk in a little too much and he seemed too pale for how tanned he was. They were still in the cold part of spring and for how odd his clothes were, they didn’t look nearly thick enough for the snow that survived from the winter. All of it made her assume the worst and it made her give him a chance-

Of course, it was with the promise that he wouldn’t hurt any of the residents -she swore to take him out herself if he did and the woman was a bit terrifying-. He had agreed and that was how he stayed.

He stayed in her place for a week as it was still just coming out of spring into summer and since then, he’d been staying outside. He hunted further away when he felt the urge to eat since he didn’t want to take food away from the Homestead. He slept in a tree near her home but not too close, just enough to give her peace of mind.

Without fail, Myriam took time out her morning to search for him and invite him to hunt with her. Each time he rejected the invitation but he was always warmed by the way she showed her care.

Norris was the only other person who knew about him which wasn’t surprising since he was her husband. But- Connor had been coming by more and more lately. The first time he’d seen the man, his tongue felt tied though he didn’t have to talk and his heart raced in his chest. He stayed hidden and only watched from a distance for a little before he fled, knowing that if Connor looked , the man would see him.

-Connor hadn’t been wearing the Assassin robes and his hair had been growing in on the sides. He’d only been in a white shirt and brown breeches. He had never seen Connor in anything but the white and blue of the colonial robes before. It was strange and almost…exciting in a way-

Now there wasn’t a day that Connor didn’t come by.

Secretly, it was Desmond’s favorite part of the day, though he was never close enough to listen -he wouldn’t use Eagle Vision on Connor-. He could never let himself stay for long either, just a few minutes to see the man then he was gone. He never let himself ask Myriam what they talked about either, wouldn’t let himself though he wanted to know. Instead, he waited the normal half hour then came back, dropping down from the tree when he saw that Myriam was still there.

“Not hunting today?” He asked, tugging lightly on his hoodie sleeve, the only thing he still had from his original outfit -Norris had gotten him clothes as he was the one worried at seeing him wearing the same things every day. Now he wore dark blue breeches, dark leather boots that went to his knees and a loose white shirt. He was still trying to repay their kindness-.

“I am.” She said then paused, frowning a little. Desmond shifted, slowly getting concerned as Myriam thought to herself. He waited, knowing she wouldn’t hold back for too long.

“Desmond, can you stay tomorrow?”

“Stay?”

“When Connor comes. Stay.” She explained and Desmond jerked slightly, his eyes widening.

“That’s-“ There was too much chance of Connor seeing him-

Why was he so nervous about Connor seeing him? It wouldn’t even make a difference. The ‘key’ was already hidden in the grave and future him wasn’t watching through the Animus anymore. So-…why was he so nervous? Even if Connor did see him, there would be no repercussions-besides the fact he was here without telling the man first. This was his land now-. Desmond tugged on his sleeve again, his hand tensing in the glove Myriam had let him have.

“…Is it important that I stay?” Desmond asked and after another moment, Myriam nodded. He sighed and slowly nodded as well, “Alright. When he comes back, I’ll stay.”

Myriam gave him a smile and a pat on his shoulder, “Everything will be fine.” She said, her lips quirking up into a half grin and Desmond began to feel like maybe it would.

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Birds singing to the rising sun woke him just like every other day before. Desmond blinked slowly, shifting on the tree he used as his bed. He gripped the blanket Norris made him take and pulled it a little higher on his body, not wanting to wake up. Then he remembered what was meant to be happening later that day and the pleasant sleepiness vanished. Nerves crawled up his spine already though it would be a few hours until he made good on his promise.

Until then- a run sounded like a good idea.

Desmond folded the blanket and hid it in the hole of the tree before stretching and beginning his warm up with running through the trees. The crisp morning air chilled his lungs in a good way and made his blood feel warm. He let his mind go blank, just concentrating on the feeling of his muscles working together.

He just kept running.

-He never felt tired anymore, not really-

He didn’t keep track of how many times he passed around Myriam and Norris’ home before he stopped -it was one hundred and fifty eight. He hadn’t kept count-. The only reason he did was because he saw Myriam standing outside, looking up into the trees. He jumped to the one she was staring at and waved down at her. Even from his distance he could see the beginning of a relieved smile on her face before she nodded sharply at him and turned away.

Desmond sighed and sat down, the cool wind blowing against his warm skin. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it. A full month and it never lost its novelty, the fact that he was outside, could stay outside without having to go back into an Animus or stay in a cave for safety. Every time he stopped to think about it, it still overwhelmed him, the fact that he had choices now. Though he did miss his stint as a bartender, he liked this more. He didn’t have to worry about rent; didn’t have to worry about being found by Abstergo. There were still Templars but they didn’t know him.

“Connor!“ Myriam called out, jolting Desmond from his calm. He tensed up, his heart suddenly skipping in his chest as he looked down.

There he was.

Connor walked up the incline to the house, lifting his hand into a wave. Even from where he was, Desmond could see the whiteness of his teeth as the tall man smiled. It sent a strange feeling towards his stomach. Connor didn’t get to smile often. He was happy that he got to see it.

“Myriam, how are you and Norris?” Connor said and for once, Desmond was close enough to hear him.

The smooth low tones Connor had- it made him even more nervous. Desmond shifted quietly, half wanting to run away already but he had said he would stay. He promised . He swallowed hard, gripping his arms tightly as he pressed his back against the bark of the tree. Then his heart jumped in his chest as Myriam brought Connor closer to his tree .

He dug his fingers into his arms.

“Connor, is it alright if I bring up what you said yesterday?” Myriam spoke first as she sat down on the little stools Norris kept by the tree -he liked to craft there sometimes. Desmond knew it was because the man knew he liked to watch when he could-.

“What I-? Ah, I am sorry for saying it. I did not realize how odd it would sound.”

“That doesn’t matter to me.” She quickly said, waving her hand as if to tell Connor to banish that thought, “I wanted to know, do you feel that way right now?”

Connor paused, as if thinking, then slowly shook his head.

Myriam nodded and a little smug smile began to appear on her face, “I want to try something, is that okay? I want to leave for a few minutes then come back. Will you tell me if you start to feel it?”

“That’s fine.” Connor said, his tone a little fond and under that, indulgent. He obviously didn’t understand why Myriam was doing what she was -Desmond didn’t either- but was willing to go along with it. And like she said, Myriam walked away, going back into the house as Connor made himself comfier on his stool.

Desmond let his eyes slowly stray away from where Myriam vanished and instead, looked down at his Ancestor. He hadn’t been so close before… he could actually see more of the detail of Connor's face.

Connor was only eighteen when he began training as an assassin but he looked so much older now. They should be around the same age but- it wasn’t that Connor looked old, just that he carried himself in a special way. So confident and sure of what he was doing. He was so tall too, towered over most everyone.

Desmond pressed his lips together, his face feeling warm out of nowhere.

He quickly turned his head away and looked towards the house, to see Myriam coming back out. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief though he felt strangely disappointed too. But then he noticed her signaling something to him.

To- leave in a minute and …come back after two?

Desmond slowly nodded and Myriam grinned before the smile quickly vanished. She came back and sat down, immediately asking Connor, “Still gone?”

“…Yes. It’s strange. Usually it would be back by now.” Connor said and though Desmond was going more curious, he left as he said he would.

He went far enough away that Connor wouldn’t be able to see him with Eagle Vision. His face was still too warm even though he was further away and he rubbed at his cheeks like that would help. He felt…flustered, but didn’t know why -he had a feeling-. He slowly counted until he hit two minutes like Myriam asked then doubled back. He made sure to be extra careful so Connor wouldn’t hear him come back but it didn’t seem to matter.

The moment Desmond got back within range to hear, Connor shot up to his feet, his eyes wide. Desmond felt his heart stop for a second then beat double time.

“It’s gone! Why is it gone?” Connor suddenly said, confusing Desmond though Myriam seemed to know exactly what he was talking about.

“I think I know why, but I need to speak with someone first. Would you be willing to wait until tomorrow for an answer?” Myriam asked and for a second, it looked like Connor was going to push for answers instead but he closed his eyes and nodded.

“I will be back at dawn. Take care.” Connor said and took his leave.

Dawn was much earlier than normal. What was it that Myriam knew? What was Connor talking about? Desmond didn’t know but he wanted to.

“Desmond, come down?”

Desmond blinked and looked at the woman before hopping down. His brows were slanted with confusion as he looked at her and Myriam patted his shoulder.

“I think it’s time for Connor to meet you.” She said and Desmond jerked hard, jolting back in surprise.

“W-what?” He stuttered, his heart already starting to beat too fast in his chest, “But, I-“ he stopped and bit his lips. He remembered that there was no actual consequence with meeting Connor and his hands fidgeted together.

“Will it really be okay…?” He said, more to himself than Myriam but she still answered.

“Of course it will be. Just let me give him a little warning first.”

“…Okay. I trust you.”

“Thank you Desmond.”

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That night, both Norris and Myriam got him to sleep inside the house and in the morning, got him a bath that was warm -he’d been using the stream before, it felt amazing to have warm water-. It was dawn and there was a knock on the front door. Desmond could hear it even from the bedroom. He took his clothes, grateful that Norris had cleaned them the night before.

The married couple really were too kind to him. He had to find a way to repay them.

He dressed himself and ran his hands through his curled hair, breathing out a shaky breath. Nerves were making his hands shake as well. He took in another breath, trying to calm down.

It was just Ratonhnhaké:ton.

It was just his ancestor…

“Fuck…” Desmond mumbled, running his hands over his face. Then there was a tingle up his spine and he turned towards the door just as there was a knock. His heart felt like it was in his throat and he couldn’t make himself move. There was another knock and then Connor’s voice came through the door.

“You are in there, yes? The one called Desmond?”

A shiver ran up his spine as he heard his name spoken with Connor’s accent. His mouth was dry and his legs felt weak. He looked towards the window and gave it an honest thought of just running out. But- he told himself a long time back that he’d stop running. So he turned back to the door.

“I can feel you in there, let me open the door?” Connor’s voice came again and Desmond blinked in surprise.

Feel him? Was he talking about Eagle Vision? But it didn’t work like that…? Or did Connor get a new ‘level’ of their shared gift?

Desmond wet his lips before finally speaking, “…I’m here. You can come in.”

Connor shoved the door open, fast enough that it made Desmond’s skin prickle with alarm. His heart was already beating too fast in his chest but it became worse as Connor stared at him -Connor was looking at him -. His skin prickled again and the restless urge to run came back. Not run away but to run to get rid of the jittery feeling he had.

Why was Connor still just staring at him?

“…” Desmond swallowed hard and forced himself to be the one to speak first, “I’m- sorry, for being here without permission.” He said, “If you rather have me leave-“

“No!” Connor suddenly said, his voice loud in the wake of Desmond’s softer tones.

Desmond’s shoulders jerked in surprise and he blinked, now staring at Connor instead. Connor coughed, clearing his throat as he shifted, relaxing his stance from the slight lunge position he’d fallen into.

“No, it is fine. You are welcome to stay.” Connor said and Desmond was surprised a second time. But then again, he shouldn’t be. For how intimidating Connor looked, he was kinder than most.  A small smile slowly curved his lips and he ducked his head a little, slightly embarrassed by the warmth that filled his chest. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the strands curling around his fingers as he tugged. Then he glanced up at his ancestor and felt another shiver run up his spine.

Was Connor’s gaze always this intense ? It felt like the man was trying to look into him, see all his secrets laid out for him to see. 

“Do you…want to chat?” Desmond asked, glancing at Connor again and motioning to the door. The man nodded and Desmond quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his lips turning up into a smile. He walked past Connor, leading them out of the house, and he felt the man’s gaze the entire time.

His gaze felt like a touch, like hands trying to strip him bare.

Desmond’s cheeks warmed, embarrassed by his own thoughts. The only saving Grace was that Connor couldn’t see his face. Still, he pushed those thoughts away, leading Connor to the tree he slept in the most, the one with stools and a log right beneath it. He sat on the bare part of the log and Connor followed, sitting next to him.

“My name is Connor, or Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

Desmond blinked, a little surprised. Connor didn’t give out his full name often if rarely. Not since Achilles gave him his ‘American’ name.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” Desmond repeated, saying it exactly the same. He nodded and said, “My name is Desmond. Though, you already knew that.”

Desmond rubbed the back of his head, his brain going blank on anything he could say besides that. What was he supposed to say? This was Connor, he never actually expected to be able to speak with him before. But…even though he didn’t know, he was happy.

He liked Ratonhnhaké:ton, he liked the way the man cared for everyone. Whether he was silent in his protection, or softly vocal, always willing to comfort. Connor was brutal with his takedowns too and that- Desmond always got a little rush, watching. His heart racing in his chest and-

He loved the way Connor, Ratonhnhaké:ton was gentle yet violent. Respectful yet blunt. He was a perfect mess of contradictions.

‘Stop, you’re getting sappy Desmond. You shouldn’t be thinking like that. ’

But Desmond huffed a small giggle to himself, feeling happy warmth in his chest.

“What are you thinking of?” Connor suddenly asked, making Desmond’s shoulders twitch. Desmond looked at him again and bit his lip in thought before slowly answering.

“You, honestly. I’ve- heard a lot about you, from the others.” He admitted.

“What do you think of me?” Connor asked, surprising Desmond again.

“…” Desmond opened his mouth but closed it again, something squirming in his stomach with how Connor continued to look at him. He rubbed a little at his warm cheek, somehow feeling embarrassed again. But, he could finally tell Connor what he thought.

“You’re kind, so kind and strong. You do what you need to, even if it hurts. You do- so much, and ask for so little. You gave everyone here a home and went out of your way to speak with them, to care. And you fight for them, for your goals, you give a hundred percent of yourself to everything you do.” Desmond said, words coming out without much of a filter, “You’re-…you’re amazing.”

It felt embarrassing to say but he wanted to get it out, needed to, just in case he never got a chance again.

There was silence and Desmond felt jittery again from it. He flexed his hands and suddenly felt like he’d said too much. How would he know all of that after ‘hearing it from others’ or even just that he’d been back in the past for a month. Desmond swallowed hard and quickly stood up, deciding to retreat for now.

“I-“ Desmond froze then slowly looked down. Connor’s hand felt hot around his wrist and why couldn’t he think past how it felt? Why did his stomach feel so-

“Then, you are not against the thought of me?”

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“W-what?” Desmond stuttered slightly, confused and-

His heart skipped a beat as Connor stood up. Connor kept his gentle grip on his wrist and the man could probably feel the way his pulse was speeding up.

Fuck, Connor was tall.

“Are you against the thought of me?” Connor asked, “If you are against it, I will not push. But if there is a chance, I want to prove that I’m a good choice.”

Good choice? What was he talking about? But there was one thing he could say, one thing that would always be true.

“I could never-.” He stopped. That was too much already. He tried again, “I’m not against the…thought of you.” He could never be against Connor at all. No matter what his ancestor did.

A small smile curved Connor’s lips and Desmond felt his heart skip again -it was a treat, each time he got to see Connor smile-. It made Connor look soft , the man was handsome -very handsome- but his smile looked almost innocent, like he hadn’t killed so many templars

-yet he had and Desmond remembered each one-

But why did he ask that? What does that even mean?

Connor’s grip loosened and his fingers touched the inside of Desmond’s palm. It tingled and Desmond almost felt twitchy.

“Then- let me begin now. Wait for me to take you away.” Connor said and Desmond nodded without even thinking about it because the man was still smiling and that did things to his insides.

Desmond could barely think as Connor’s smile grew, revealing a hint of his teeth. Then the man was gone, running off. Desmond stared at the now distant back, his brain still skipping tracks on what was happening. He stood there, still in a daze, until a hand clapped his shoulder.

Desmond jolted with a gasp and he barely stopped himself from activating the hidden blade he still carried. Instead, he whipped around to see Myriam’s grinning expression.

“So? How was it? Not as bad as you thought, right?” She asked, her grin teasing.

“I-…” Desmond began but he paused, looked back towards where Connor had disappeared, then turned back to Myriam again, “He wants to…take me away?”

The lost look on Desmond’s face almost had Myriam laughing with fondness. Anyone else and she would be concerned, but she knew Connor well enough after living on his land for so long. Connor wouldn’t drive someone like Desmond away. Desmond was far from intimidating, more like a little rabbit. She shook her head, her grin still on her lips, “Tell me what happened, sometimes it just takes another set of ears.”

Desmond nodded, “He…” he bit his lip, thinking over what they had talked about. He felt slightly embarrassed again but he told the truth, “He asked me what I thought of him, so I told him the truth. Then he asked if I was…against the thought of him? I’m not, how could I be? So I said I wasn’t. Now he wants to prove he’s a good choice? He told me to wait until he can take me away.”

Anyone else and he would think that they were flirting, but this was Connor. Plus it was the past, not New York. He was used to people of both genders flirting when he was a bartender, but that was just part of being at a bar, and a way to get free drinks.

“Am I missing something?” He muttered to himself then looked at Myriam.

She stared at him in surprise, her eyes slightly wide. It concerned him but before he could do anything, she snapped out of it. She blinked and pressed her lips together with a hum, “Surprising…” she said but didn’t look bothered. She looked at Desmond again and huffed slightly at the lost look he had again. Like a little bird now, with his head cocked like that.

She could see it, the reason, and…the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Plus, she wasn’t the type to say it, or like cute things, but she thought that would be exactly what it would be. Cute.

-Not as much as her and her Norris. It close enough-

Myriam thought that Connor deserved more light in his life anyway. And if Connor was taking the shot, Desmond must have said something pretty encouraging.

“Yeah, you’re missing something.” She said and the moment Desmond perked up, she felt gleeful as she said, “But you’ll figure it out when he comes back for you.”

Desmond slumped and she laughed. At her laughter, Desmond huffed slightly but couldn’t help but to smile. Fine, he’d wait for answers, it wouldn’t be the first time. He shook his head and sighed, “Keep your secrets then. I’ll be around.”

He turned away and quickly ran up a tree. He needed some time to think anyway, and he thought better when he was up high. He heard Myriam telling him to come back soon and waved his hand before heading up. He followed the trees up and up until he was at what was once a sync point in the Animus. The tree that came out from the side of the cliff.

He sat at the end, the tree ‘branch’ not even swaying under his weight.

The Homestead spread out far in his sight, green and beautiful. The fresh air filled his lungs and the breeze teased his skin, slowly turning warmer as spring was already upon them. The sun shined on him, unblocked by the treetops. It warmed his skin and he tilted his head back, smiling.

Gods, he missed it.

He would never not miss it. He would never take it for granted again. He-

An Eagle’s call broke him out of his thoughts and he looked up, seeing the bird circling above him. He lifted his arm without thinking and his heart jumped in his chest as the bird swooped down, claws digging into his right arm as it steadied itself on him. He could feel it but there was no blood even though there should be, even a little.

He didn’t think about it.

Desmond gazed into the yellow eyes of the bird, his own golden ones softening.

“I’m free now, just like you are.” He said, to himself or the bird, he didn’t know, “Freedom gives choice, allows mistakes. I can simply be now… so why shouldn’t I?”

No matter what happened, the only thing that he had to keep an eye out for was Connor’s future wife. He didn’t know who it was, just that it had been a woman from another tribe he’d met.

They had a little girl.

Desmond smiled though, his chest felt strange -a familiar feeling he refused to name-. He lifted his arm and the Eagle took off, a single feather floating down. He turned his palm up and the feather rested on his hand.

“Feathers.” He murmured, “There are always feathers.”

It was a perfect feather too, soft and long with no imperfections.

He slowly, gently, put it in his shirt pocket.

Then he stood up, feeling calmer and more sure. No matter what happened, he was going to live. He was going to be happy -he was going to relearn what happy was-. And he thought that he could learn it by Connor’s side.

A smile pulled at his lips, wider and wider until he began laughing breathlessly, unused to the sensation of actually laughing . He spread his arms out, basking in the sun-like feeling then jumped, free falling down into the leaf stack that cushioned his fall.

Desmond hopped out of the pile, knowing that he should hurry. He’d been on that ledge longer than he expected but it had been good for him. Hopefully Connor was still ‘preparing’ or whatever he was doing. He made his way back, taking the ground way instead of the trees for once. The closer he got to Myriam’s home, the more he could hear. He heard Norris’ boisterous laugh and soon enough, he saw Connor’s wide back. He opened his mouth to call out but before he could, Connor was already turning towards him.

“ Desmond …” Connor said his name in such a way that he immediately felt a shiver shoot up his spine and his cheeks felt warm again. Norris was grinning behind the man before he took a few steps back.

“I will leave you two alone now. Have a sweet time~!” The married man practically skipped away and Desmond had half a mind to question but then again, that was still on brand for Norris being Norris.

“Are you ready?” Connor asked and Desmond nodded before pausing.

“Oh, hold on.” He patted his pocket gently and smiled again when he felt the feather. He carefully took it out and was glad that it was unharmed from the fall, “It’s a bit odd but…I wanted to give you this.”

For some reason, it felt right. Maybe it was him being stupid but… eagle feathers almost felt like a tangible connection between him and his ancestors. He wanted to be connected.

Connor reached for the little gift, his fingers brushing against Desmond’s as he slowly took it. He blinked, looking at the feather in his grasp and trailed his fingers over the soft edges. Then he smiled and Desmond’s heart jumped in his chest again.

“Thank you, I will treasure it.”

A fluttery feeling swirled in his stomach and chest, making Desmond want to duck his head to stop his face from being seen. But Connor was still smiling and he didn’t want to look away. Then Connor was looking at him again and Desmond’s skin prickled.

Eyes just like an Eagle, not golden, but darker and sharp.

Desmond quietly let out a shaky breath, unable to not feel like Connor was still trying to see his soft parts. Then the man offered his hand and like he was being brainwashed, Desmond took it without a thought.

Connor led him through the darkening woods, the orange light of the sunset coating the trees like a painting. The colors highlighted Connor’s broad figure and for the first time, Desmond felt a little…small. But not in a bad way. He felt…safe.

Desmond swallowed hard, his heart beating out of control in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with the feeling. It was unfamiliar and a little scary in how much he liked it.

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The further they got, the more Desmond could hear the sound of water. The sound of a small waterfall where it wasn’t so loud to drown out anything else. They broke the tree line and Desmond faltered, stopping in place. Connor didn’t rush him as he looked around and Desmond was stunned.

He hadn’t seen this place before, not even through Connor’s eyes

Crystal clear water gently broken by a low waterfall. Green grass leading up to the smooth white rocks that settled on either side of the water. If that wasn’t enough, the soft scent of the wildflowers that coated the ground played with his senses. It looked like a scene straight out of a painting.

It was beautiful.

And there was a sheet on the ground with two baskets keeping the gentle breeze from moving it.

“A picnic…?” Desmond mumbled, almost dizzy with the thoughts running through his head. His legs felt weak and he felt like he was floating as Connor gently pulled him towards the blanket on the ground. He fell to his knees on the soft cover and slowly looked up at Connor who was staring down at him like-

What did he do to have Connor look at him with such awe?

He quickly looked away, his face warming again. He gripped the fabric of his pants, nervous and somehow feeling the flutters in his stomach at the same time. Then he saw Connor’s knees and he looked back up only to see a small cluster of flowers in front of his face. Desmond blinked, staring at the blue and white colored flowers. His eyes followed the stems to Connor’s hand and then it clicked.

Connor was giving him flowers.

Connor set up a picnic near a beautiful waterfall, brought food that he most likely made himself from the smell of the meat, and was giving him flowers.

Connor had taken him ‘away’ on a date.

“For you.” Connor said, holding the flowers out further and Desmond automatically took them. He opened his mouth but nothing could come out. He just stared at the flowers, his heart beating too fast in his chest.

He couldn’t do this. Why was he doing this? Connor had a wife, not now, but he would. He would have a child with that woman. He should be saying no right now. He should be telling Connor that he couldn’t let Connor ‘prove himself’. He should-…but…

Connor looked so happy right now. How could he say no?

Maybe…maybe he should just…let it happen. He could keep Connor smiling until his real wife comes. Then the man would fall in love and he could step back.

-his chest hurt-

“Are they…acceptable?” Connor asked after a moment, a nearly hidden look of concern in his eyes. Desmond took in a quiet breath and held the flowers close, feeling the slight prick in his eyes that he immediately shoved back.

“Yeah, I like them.” Desmond said burying his nose into the petals and inhaling, hiding the shine in his eyes -he was never meant for good things, why would this be any different-, “I like them a lot.”

He pulled himself together and smiled warmly at Connor because he did, he never got flowers before. His heart was racing in his chest at the gift, at the fact that Connor saw him and wanted to give him a chance; thought he was worth the chance.

“Thank you, Connor.”

Connor stared at him again and Desmond felt the flutter again. He swallowed hard and set the flowers down before shifting closer to his ancestor. He knocked their shoulders together and asked, “Sorry that I didn’t bring anything. I would have if I’d known.”

“You brought yourself. That is gift enough.”

Desmond’s heart jumped and his cheeks warmed again. Connor suddenly chuckled and raised his hand. He hesitated but Desmond leaned into the touch without thinking. His mind only telling him that he wanted to show Connor that he trusted him. What better way was that than to allow their most dangerous part so close to his most vulnerable. He slowly pressed Connor’s hand to his neck, right over his pulse.

He heard Connor’s breath hitch and he was sure that the man could feel the quickening of his pulse. Connor’s wide hand covered the entire side of his neck and some of his jaw too. He could see the slight outline of Connor’s hidden blade, invisible to anyone who wasn’t as close as him and knowing what to look for. But Connor’s hand was so warm .

Desmond sighed softly, feeling…safe, despite the weapon so close to his throat. He slowly blinked before looking back up to Connor and smiling again. He let go of the mans’ hand but Connor didn’t pull away. He could see his eyes locked on where their skin was touching. He let Connor stay there for as long as he needed but shivered lightly as Connor’s fingers moved so slightly. A mere brush against his sensitive skin. Desmond saw the motion of Connor swallowing, and heard the slight click.

“Connor…?” Desmond murmured softly, half not wanting to wake Connor from whatever thoughts he had but he also knew that the man would become disappointed if they let the food get any colder.

Connor twitched and finally blinked. His thumb brushed the line of Desmond’s jaw before pulling away. Then he shifted further, turning to the baskets he’d left there just before he got Desmond. With sure hands, he took out plates and food, meat just like Desmond smelt. There was fruit as well and Connor set it out for them both.

Desmond felt his insides soften at the effort Connor had gone through to show that he was a ‘good choice’. His-…his wife was lucky, would be lucky.

They ate together in silence but it wasn’t awkward. The still warm food made him almost sleepy.

Connor had another small smile on his face as he watched Desmond eat. The sleepy content look on his face made him feel pride but the way Desmond leaned against him made feel warmth pool in his entire body. To be relied on, to be viewed as safe enough to lower one’s guard so far. A primal sense of satisfaction and pride created a powerful concoction inside him.

He wanted to pull Desmond into his arms and keep him there. He’d felt empty for so long and like a divine being, Desmond showed up. His divine being…

Angelic

-An Angel, like the Americans have said. Angel’s are their gods favorite, right? He couldn’t remember, but that didn’t matter. Angel’s were divine and beautiful, that was what he remembered them saying-

Soft looking features and warm eyes. Even the smile Desmond gave him seemed special, only for him. Connor was sure that he wasn’t the only one feeling their connection. Plus, the feather, and Desmond letting him touch an area so fragile…

Connor’s heart pounded and the ache in his arms to pull Desmond close, got stronger. He couldn’t stop his gaze from trailing down to those soft looking lips, slightly open and tempting to a madness he’s never known. He wanted to feel those lips, taste them- but that was too soon. He might know that they were meant to be, but did Desmond? They shared a connection, but did Desmond know .

Desmond made a little noise, pressing closer. His face turning into his shoulder. He was like a small animal in his cuteness.

Connor had to close his eyes to control himself, his control almost nonexistent around the divine being. Then he felt Desmond shiver, the wind steadily turning cold as the light around them slowly darkened. Connor allowed himself this, he wrapped his arms around Desmond’s smaller form, keeping his movements slow and gentle so he wouldn’t wake him. He pulled Desmond to his chest, sharing his warmth as he got to experience holding Desmond so completely.

Connor slowly breathed. He could smell Desmond’s soft scent, it brought to mind the memory of bright skies and the warmth of summer. Soft, airy, and almost sweet. It made his heart pound in his chest and he pulled Desmond tighter against him.

He already wanted so much from his little Angel. He wasn’t used to holding back, he went after what he wanted with no hesitation, but even he knew that he had to go slow now. As slow as he could at least.

So instead of pressing his lips against Desmond’s skin like he wanted, he picked him up. He smiled as Desmond curled into his arms and began walking back home. The house Achilles left him had plenty of rooms, it would be a bonus to have Desmond in his house, near him.

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Desmond rose to wakefulness in a daze. He was so warm and something felt so soft. He pressed his face into the softness, wanting to go back to sleep, but something was tugging at his brain. The tree never felt so comfortable, he never had a bed so comfortable either. The only thing that kept him from ‘panicking’ was that he felt no danger. So he slowly opened his eyes and blearily blinked, sight still blissfully hazy with sleep. He yawned, eyes closing again from the motion and sleepy tears pricking the corners. He languidly stretched, his body warming from the sudden rush of blood.

“…Good morning.” Connor’s voice suddenly entered his ears and Desmond happily buried himself into the bed again before turning his head towards Connor with a smile.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his tone tinted with sleep, “Sorry, I fell asleep on our-“ he stopped and felt his face warm. Date, it was a date , but when he tried to say it, his tongue tied itself in knots.

“I didn’t ruin it, did I?” Desmond asked instead, his blush vanishing in the face of his worry.

“Not at all.” Connor quickly said, stepping into the room and going to Desmond’s side. He reached out but didn’t touch him and Desmond saw that there was a barely noticeable tremble in Connor’s hand. Worry twisted his stomach now even though Connor had said that he hadn’t messed up.

Desmond pushed himself up, ready to sit up, take Connor’s hand, offer to sit together, anything… but Connor’s hand twitched towards his neck and he was doing something else completely. He pushed himself up enough to press his throat against Connor’s hand like he did before. He could hear Connor’s breath hitch in the quiet of the room and looked up at the man.

That stare was back and Desmond wished that he could see into Connor’s mind, see what he was thinking. Was this okay? He didn’t know, he wasn’t used to following instinct, though…it felt natural with his Ancestor. So he kept his position, patiently waiting for Connor to speak. After a while, he closed his eyes and breathed a quiet sigh, leaning a little more into the touch. The soft, absent brushes of Connor’s calloused thumb right along his jaw made his skin prickle pleasantly.

“Breakfast is ready, will you join me?” Connor finally spoke, and his voice made a shiver wrack up Desmond’s spine. It was low, lower than normal and almost sounded gravelly. He swallowed even though Connor could feel it and nodded. He was reluctant to pull away from Connor’s warm touch but he did anyway.

Connor’s hand followed for a second, making Desmond’s heart skip, but Connor stepped back and offered his hand instead. Desmond took it, letting Connor pull him out of the bed. He shivered as his bare feet touched the cold floor, then he was suddenly being picked up. Desmond squeaked, his face flushing with color at the sound he made and what Connor was doing.

“I don’t want you suffering, even just from cold feet.” Connor answered before Desmond could even ask. Desmond’s blush darkened and his stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. There was a pause then Connor’s face was so close to his.

“Do you mind? I will stop if you feel uncomfortable.”

Desmond’s heart jumped again and he couldn’t handle Connor staring at him while that close. His hands twitched on Connor’s shoulders and he looked away as he slowly shook his head, “N-no, it’s okay. You can…do whatever you want.”

Connor’s grip on him tightened and suddenly, Desmond registered where those hands were. One hand on his back, fingers curving over his ribs. The other under his knees, curved in and gripping his thigh so close to-. Desmond swallowed hard, those parts of his body feeling hot.

“Then I will.” Connor murmured and began walking.

Desmond ducked his head but watched Connor through his lashes. He couldn’t stop himself from practically ogling the man. The strong line of his jaw, the way he could see the muscle jump with the clenching of his teeth. He looked a little further up and almost twitched as he locked gazes with Connor.

“You make it difficult to hold back.” Connor said and his voice was low again. It made his ears tingle and- did he have a thing for voices -or was it just because it was Connor-?

“Hold back…?” Desmond echoed, his brain not following.

“Even I know I should not rush what I already know.” Connor said, then his gaze shifted down and it felt like a physical touch, “No matter how much I want.”

Connor was staring at his lips. No amount of denial could make that anything else. But ‘what I already know’, what was he talking about? What did Connor already know? Desmond bit his lip and Connor’s eyes seemed to darken.

“Is that an invitation?” He said and Desmond’s stomach swooped.

And he thought about it. About kissing Connor. Could he do it?

He could, he really could -what did that say about him-, but should he ?

Connor was still his ancestor, even if the other man didn’t know. Connor wasn’t his to keep either, not that Connor was a thing to be kept but, his happy ending was with the woman he would meet soon.

Desmond couldn’t speak, knew that if he did, he would say yes. He was trying not to fall too deep into this rabbit hole, but Connor was-

Connor .

Desmond was jolted out of his thoughts by Connor suddenly setting him down on the kitchen counter. It brought him face to face with his ancestor. Those eyes were focused on him and Desmond was reluctant to let go of the man. He could feel the heat from Connors hands on his waist.

“I can wait.” Connor said after the silence stretched on, “I will wait. But I will also nudge you to my side, because I want to kiss you.”

“Y-you-!” Desmond’s face burned and his heart thumped in his chest -why was it so much easier to accept and deflect those types of comments as a bartender? He had no barrier against Connor-. He scrambled for anything to say and only came up with a slightly pathetic sounding, “You’ve just met me.”

“And I already want to.” Connor said, “What is time to the matters of the soul? Time will only affirm what I already know.”

His heart was racing . His face felt too hot and his tongue tied in knots by Connor’s words. Connor had always been the more silent type, stubborn, but silent unless angry or comforting. How did he have so many words now?

“I will not push.” Connor repeated, “But would you allow me one kiss? One to keep in my memories when I must leave you and this home behind for a while?”

Desmond knew he could say no, that Connor would accept that answer with no if, and, or but’s. But- he didn’t want to say no. Would it be so bad? Connor said it would be a memory for him but really, it would be his own for after Connor met his future wife. Couldn’t he be allowed one kiss, as bad as it was to let it happen?

Desmond swallowed hard and nodded, but then Connor shook his head, one hand leaving his hip and instead settling gently on his neck.

“I need your words. I will not take without your consent.”

His heart fluttered again, “…Yes-“

The second that ‘yes’ left him, his lips were taken. Connor kissed him slowly, mouth moving against his in a way that made his fingers tingle and his lips almost numb. A whimper escaped him and he trembled to his bones at the answering growl that he could feel against Connor’s chest. His fingers curled into Connor’s shirt and he helplessly followed when the man tried to pull away. The hands on his body gripped him tighter, one on his hip and the other behind his neck.

Like that was a trigger, Connor came back, kissing him harder. Teeth and tongue, like the air in his lungs was what Connor needed to breathe. It stole his own air, leaving him dizzy and leaning heavier onto Connor, needing the man there to keep him up. Connor pulled Desmond closer, tight against his body. The line from their hips up, pressed together in a way that hid nothing, and Desmond gasped. Connor licked into his mouth once more before pulling back but not far enough to move away. Desmond felt Connor’s breath on his mouth and hesitated to open his eyes. His face was too warm and his body felt like it was burning where Connor was still touching him.

“Look at me…” Connor told him, asked, begged? And Desmond opened his eyes, his sight blurred from the slight tears. But close as he was, he could still see the proud smile pulling at Connor’s lips. Desmond turned his face away, hiding his embarrassment. He stifled a tiny whine as he felt lips brush against his neck then Connor pulled away completely. He did whine then, not wanting the cold that rushed over the front of his body without Connor pressed against him.

“If I don’t stay back, I’ll kiss you again.” Connor said, his voice rough with arousal, “And I don’t want this to just be about lust.”

Desmond swallowed, shivering slightly. He gazed at Connor before slowly nodding, letting go of the other man. Connor gave him another smile and it was so handsome his heart skipped.

“Just sit there while I cook for you.”

“S-shouldn’t I help?”

“No, just allow me to look at you.”

Desmond bit his lip, flushed and flustered. Connor was smooth with his words. Not the same way as his memories of Ezio but almost better in the way that Desmond has never heard Connor flirt before. It made him really feel that special.

He looked up and watched Connor move on silent, bare feet. The scent of cooking food soon teasing his nose and making feel hungry. But more than that, he was enchanted with how comfortable Connor looked. His body relaxed and his expression soft in the morning light. It felt like a secret only he was allowed to know, to see.

Desmond’s heart slowly started spreading up in his chest.

Oh no…

Could he really give Connor up? He-…he didn’t know.

He didn’t want to.

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Desmond held the sleeping Hunter to his chest as Prudence fed the pigs -he had offered to be the one to do it but she refused and handed him Hunter instead-. It had been a month since the first date Connor had taken him on and unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to see each other for nearly a week now. Connor had gotten note that there were fights happening too close to the Homestead so he had left to take care of it.

Desmond missed him already.

Connor had given him flowers every day and either asked him to come with him on walks around the Homestead or would take him on picnic dates again. It was…soothing, flustering, everything that he never thought he could have. He really was happy . And he was starting to become possessive of the feeling. He wanted to hold onto Connor and never let go.

It didn’t help that he had barely spent any time without Connor since that first date. Not having him around felt awful and with each day that passed, he felt the ache of wanting him back -when did he get so…needy? It was embarrassing, how much he wanted to stay by Connor-.

Hunter mumbled in his sleep, distracting him from his thoughts. The one year old clinging to his shirt and pressing his face closer to hide more from the light. Desmond smiled, soft at the sight. He liked kids. He wasn’t really able to be around them much but children, babies, toddlers, they felt pure compared to the rest of the world.

He brushed his fingers over Hunter’s cheek, not touching but hovering just above. He didn’t want to wake the little thing, but those cheeks were darkened with warmth and so chubby looking he wanted to poke them. He huffed a soft chuckle then looked up to see Prudence staring at him with a smile. He blushed then smiled back, a little sheepish and embarrassed at being caught. He could see her shoulder shake as she laughed and she threw the last of the feed to the pigs before heading over to him.

Desmond stood to meet her and she nodded her head towards her front door, “Come, I made lemonade earlier, I think we deserve some.”

“You do, I just sat there.” Desmond reminded her but he felt light and happy.

Being around everyone in the Homestead. He knew it would be like a real family but he hadn’t thought that he’d ever be accepted by them. Though they were all strangers in the beginning, for some reason, he didn’t think he’d have the chance, even when Myriam first found him.

Babysitting Hunter, chatting with the wives Catherine and Diana while Godfrey and Terry fooled and worked. Hunting with Myriam, helping Norris -he knew about bombs thanks to Ezio but Norris had a different way-. That was only a few things too. He really felt like he was part of the mismatched family of the Homestead.

Desmond began to smile again but a chill suddenly ran up his spine and his smile froze as everything around him washed out. Prudence turned blue along with Hunter and Desmond slowly turned his head, a sense of anger filling him.

How dare they-

Red entered his vision just like he thought it would. Five scarlet people walking through the trees, coming closer and closer to the Homestead.

“Desmond…?” Prudence’s hesitant tone brought his vision back to normal but he could somehow still ‘see’ the enemies.

“Take Hunter. I’ll be right back.” He said, his movements still gently as he handed Hunter over, “Don’t go outside until I come back.”

Understanding lit up in Prudence’ eyes, then worry, “Wait, Desmond-“ she began, then stopped. She shook her head, holding her child a little tighter before telling him to be careful. Desmond looked back at her and gave the mother a sure smile.

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

Desmond stepped out of the doorway, closing the door behind him. Then he followed the red, quickly climbing up a tree in order to get a better vantage point. He got closer and suddenly, he could hear them.

They wanted to rob the Homestead.

Desmond grit his teeth, his anger increasing -they wanted to harm the happiness he found. They wanted to take it away-. He shot up higher into the trees and further ahead. A quick check said that no one else was around and Desmond turned his burning yellow eyes onto the unlucky few. He waited until the last person was under him and jumped. His blade shot out and he sunk it into the man’s neck, using the body as a cushion for landing at the same time.

 -he felt a sort of release, he was psychologically used to killing though he only went on one ‘rampage’ before. But through his ancestors, he killed too many to count-

He kept low to the ground and caught another one just as the second man began to turn. He made more of a noise and the last three turned. Desmond didn’t hear anything they said as they rushed him.

He ducked under a sword swing and slammed his blade between the third mans’ ribs. He gripped the body, using it as a shield from the gun the fifth man had, then flung the body at the fourth man. Desmond lunged at the fifth, punching him in the solar plexus then slamming his knee into the mans’ face. He dropped to the ground and Desmond slammed his boot on the mans’ neck. He could hear the crunch.

The last man screamed, running at him. Desmond ducked again, throwing him over his shoulder and to the ground. He spun on his heel and dropped down, shoving his hidden blade into their skull. He stayed there for a second before releasing a heavy breath and yanking his blade back out.

Now…what to do with the bodies.

…This was going to take a while.

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Desmond finished getting rid of the last of the bandits when he heard his name being shouted. He jerked, surprised then excitement gripped his insides as he recognized the voice. He barely turned before hands were gripping him, feeling his body.

“Desmond, are you alright?! Prudence told me-!” Connor stopped once he realized that there were no injuries, then took Desmond’s face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together, “I feared you hurt.”

Desmond’s face was warm from the lack of distance and his heart a giddy beat in his chest just from Connor treating him so softly. But the way Connor so easily expressed his worry…

Desmond’s face grew a little hotter as he tilted his head up, brushing his lips against Connor’s, “I’m okay.” He whispered, “Nothing bad happened. I didn’t get hurt, I promise.”

Connor sighed and Desmond shivered, feeling the hot air against his lips.

“I will worry, I will always worry.” Connor admitted but when he spoke, Desmond could feel their lips brushing together. It distracted him almost too much, “If something were to happen to you…my soul would depart.”

Desmond shivered, his heart trembling in his chest. He forced himself to breath slowly, exhaling a shaky breath. At the same time, Connor inhaled, making them breathing together, something intimate.

“ Connor …” Desmond said, his voice barely a soft whisper, a plea. He slowly reached up, lightly wrapping his fingers around Connor’s wrists. He could feel the metal of the hidden blade through the loose sleeve and could feel the twitch, the slight tremble that began in Connor’s fingers.

Connor’s words, his actions, Connor …

Everything about the man made him want things. Things he never thought he should have, could have. But he could, couldn’t he? Here, right now, he was allowed. The happiness he wanted was so close, and Connor was that happiness. It was happiness he couldn’t keep but…fuck- he would hoard it and cling to it for as long as he could.

“Tell me, I want to know everything in your mind.” Connor’s voice was rough as he spoke, pleading with him in his own way.

Desmond’s throat tightened and a million things wanted to burst from his chest, but instead, he begged.

“Kiss me-“

Before he could even finish, Connor’s lips were on his own, taking the air from his lungs. Desmond moaned and Connor growled into his mouth, those thick arms dropping to his hips and lifting him so easily into the air. Heat shot through Desmond’s body, making him want to melt into Connor’s hold. He wrapped his legs around the bigger man and did the same with his arms, wanting there to be no air between them.

Connor’s hands gripped Desmond’s ass, squeezing hard and making him gasp Connor’s name, a hot blush coating his cheeks.

“A siren-“ Connor groaned, pulling back enough to bite at Desmond’s neck, creating marks high enough for everyone to see, “sing more for me.”

“C-Connor!” Desmond yelped as Connor bit him again. Pleasure and pain swirled together with each scrape of Connor’s teeth. His face felt too hot and he dug his fingers into Connor’s shoulders as he felt those large hands practically massage his ass. Those fingers slid so close to where he- fuck , he ached .

His back met the rough bark of a tree and Desmond could feel Connor’s hardness pressing against him. His mouth dried and he swallowed another whimper, wanting. His blood burned in his veins and he reached up, sinking his fingers into Connor’s hair. Then he pulled.

Connor groaned, his hands spasming before squeezing his ass harder.

“Hold…” Connor said, his voice a rugged rasp against Desmond’s neck, “I cannot take so much hot torment. My control is frayed and weak to you.”

Desmond’s stomach trembled and his whole body throbbed. He swallowed hard, taking the moment Connor deserved, to think about what he was going to say. He had felt so angry earlier, wasn’t that answer enough? He couldn’t- he couldn’t let go.

“ Ratonhnhaké:ton… ” Desmond whispered, sweet and hot into Connor’s ear. He felt the man jerk and his breath catch. Desmond smiled, his heart beating faster as he slowly began to drag his hands, his nails down Connor’s back, “ take me .”

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Connor kicked the bedroom door open and pinned Desmond to the bed, his eyes nearly black with desire as he practically ripped Desmond’s shirt off. Desmond's skin burned with every touch, the near feral look in Connor’s eyes driving him just as wild as his words had for the other man -he had barely been able to get Connor to take them back to the house instead of just continuing outside-.

Conner gripped his arms, pressing his thumbs into the tender inside and feeling his way to the elbow. He kept Desmond’s arms pinned to the bed as he leaned down, dragging his teeth over Desmond’s neck again.

“Y-you’re gonna leave m-marks-“ Desmond gasped, his voice almost reedy then he yelped as he felt the bite of Connor’s teeth again, sending zings of pleasure through his body.

“Good, let everyone see.” Connor gripped his arms tighter, scraping his teeth harder before sucking a dark mark into Desmond’s pretty skin. Desmond jerked and moaned, gripping the sheets to ground himself.

“I want everyone to know that you are mine. You have chosen me .” Connor moved down, pressing his lips to Desmond’s skin, over his chest and flicking his tongue over a dusky nipple. He paused as Desmond gasped and he quickly gripped Desmond’s hips, yanking him closer before playing with those pretty nipples.

Desmond covered his mouth, embarrassing sounds leaving him as his chest was tormented. He never knew his nipples were so sensitive, but it was driving him crazy. He wrapped his legs around Connor’s waist and arched, moaning loudly against his own hand as pleasure burned like fire through him. Connor was so hard against him and he wanted, he wanted so much.

“Enough, please!” Desmond begged, his voice a near sob, “Need you- I need you-“

His hand was yanked away and Connor claimed his lips again, plundering his mouth. He could barely breathe but he loved it. He heard the sound of something ripping then he was being yanked up. Connor pulled him onto his lap and Desmond gasped, feeling the heat of Connor’s skin against his own and the hardness beneath him. Desmond ground down, wanting to feel it more and Connor groaned, gripping his hips again.

“You are-“ Connor growled but didn’t finish, instead he thrust up, teasing Desmond with a hint of what was to come. Desmond was jerked up with the strong thrust and he felt himself ache harder, squeezing around nothing.

“Connor, I swear-!” Desmond gasped, biting his lip as Connor attacked his chest again. He dug his fingers into Connor’s back, scratching his dark skin. Connor growled, arching into the touch. He nipped Desmond’s now puffy nipple, huffing a rough laugh at the yelp Desmond gave.

“You swear…?” Connor teased and Desmond hissed at him.

“I swear if you don’t hurry and get in me, I will leave and take care of it myself!”

Connor’s cock throbbed at Desmond’s need, and the thought of Desmond playing with himself. He quickly got his fingers wet then slipped them into the back of Desmond’s breeches. He made himself slow down and traced Desmond’s hole first before slowly pushing one finger in. The kitten-like mewl that left his Angel tickled his ears like a siren’s song and Connor slowly rutted against Desmond’s front while stretching and playing with the back.

His Angel felt so warm inside, taking his fingers like he didn’t want him to leave.

Desmond clung to Connor, burying his face into the mans’ neck as he was torn between pressing back onto those thick fingers and pushing forward. Then he jolted, a soft cry leaving him as Connor hit that part inside him. The one that made him see stars.

He heard Connor’s breath hitch and felt the growl in the man’s chest before he was pushed onto the bed again. Connor hitched up Desmond’s hips, yanking his breeches off completely before forcing himself away to do the same.

Desmond saw what was going to be in him and his mouth dried.

That was going to tear him apart, in the best way.

“ Please tell me you have oil.” Desmond said and Connor paused. He reached over -Desmond ogled the way Connor’s muscles moved, feeling another pang of want- and took the oil he used for his weapons. He showed it to Desmond and Desmond muttered a ‘thank god’ before pushing Connor over and climbing on top of him.

Connor’s eyes widened a fraction then darkened as he took in the long line of Desmond’s body. He trailed his hands up and down Desmond’s sides, his thumbs pressing into the dips of his hips then the underside of soft pecks.

Desmond mewled softly, shivering at the touches. He let Connor continue for another minute, his cheeks flushing with color as the man pressed his chest and massaged the muscle there. Then he couldn’t take it anymore. He got the oil and put it on his hand, quickly warming it up before taking Connor in his hand.

Connor groaned and bucked his hips at his touch, jolting Desmond up. Desmond shivered hard as Connor watched him. He could see the strain in Connor’s muscles, the way the man forced himself to stay still even as those eyes burned his skin with their gaze. It made him feel short of breath again, and Connor was just looking at him.

Desmond swallowed back a whimper and got onto his knees, holding himself above Connor as he held the man where he needed to be. Connor’s eyes were locked on the spot where they would meet and Desmond’s cheeks burned hotter but he still sank down, too needy to not.

Connor breached him, thick head spreading him wide and his legs shook. The hands on his hips tightened and he knew he’d have bruises -gods, he wanted the bruises-. Connor didn’t try to pull him down, instead, he helped keep him steady until Connor was settled deep inside him. He sat completely on the man, his lungs struggling to take in air as he slowly got used to the almost too wide stretch.

His mouth watered and he frantically swallowed to keep himself from drooling.

“ Desmond …” Connor said, his voice more gravel than anything. It tingled his spine and Desmond looked down at him, a thin sound coming from him as a question.

“C-“ Desmond began but then stopped, shaking his head. He started again, “R-Ratonhnhaké:ton…”

Fuck, he could barely think. All he wanted to do was bounce but he couldn't move his legs. Instead, he began rocking back and forth, a long moan leaving him as he could feel every inch inside him.

“ F-fuck , I can feel you in my stomach .”

Connor made a noise then Desmond found himself pinned to the bed. He cried out as the movement drove Connor somehow deeper. Tears pricked his eyes and he whined, just barely hearing Connor begging him to let him move. Desmond frantically nodded, saying please, please, please , until Connor nearly pulled out only to thrust back in, filling him completely.

Desmond cried out again, his legs slightly spasming as Connor kept up a relentless pace, plowing into him over and over again.

“ Angel ! So good, so warm-“ Connor groaned, bucking harder, unable to stop himself as Desmond’s heat sucked him in and drove him to madness, “ Mine , you’re mine , aren’t you. Only mine, my Angel, my love, my-“

Connor broke off and covered Desmond completely, his arms wrapping around the smaller man and pulling him tight against him.

“Y-yes! Yes! Y-yours, just- just yours!” Desmond whined and keened. His nails scratched into Connor’s back as heat turned his brain foggy. He was starting to babble and Connor kept getting harder, going faster.

It felt endless. Connor pushing into his body over and over, like he wanted to merge with him. Desmond could barely think past the feeling. Connor stealing his thoughts better than any Apple.

“ Raton- Raton- Raton-! ” Desmond hiccupped with every near bruising thrust, his body jerking and his legs feeling numb already. He would have hit the headboard if Connor wasn’t pulling him right back each time. He swore Connor grew even harder inside him and he keened, his body too hot already.

And he broke, his orgasm hitting him fast and hard. His mouth opened in a silent scream as Connor fucked him through it, the thrusts becoming jerky as Desmond tightened around him.

“ Angel !” Connor bit down on Desmond’s shoulder as he filled his Angel with his essence. He rocked a little more, pushing a little deeper so his cum would stay in Desmond.

Desmond was shaking a little, his body still high off the orgasm that he could barely feel the little aches already forming. Connor was so heavy on top of him but- he wrapped his arms a little more around his lover, liking the weight.

“Angel…” Connor breathed it like a prayer and Desmond felt warm from it in a different way. He really did, didn’t he? He really…

“I love you, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” Desmond whispered and Connor twitched in his arms before holding him tighter. He felt lips brush against his neck and Connor kissed up and up until lips were on his and Connor stole his breath again. Slow and deep, Connor licked the inside of Desmond’s mouth and toyed with his tongue until they both needed air. Then he pulled back and the smile on his lips was something Desmond hoped to always see.

“And I love you, Desmond. With my entire soul and being, I am yours just as you are mine.”

Desmond’s breath caught in his chest and he felt the prick of tears in his eyes before he chuckled, a bright smile curling his lips. He hid his face into Connor’s shoulder and the man chuckled, going right back to kissing his skin, his cheek, his ear, every part he could. Desmond giggled and kissed him right back, pulling his face back to his.

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Since the night they became one, Desmond found himself living with Connor. He didn’t even notice as Connor would take him back ‘home’ everytime night fell and wasn’t it reasonable to stay after dinner? Wasn’t it reasonable to stay the night after being taken over and over again?

Connor was insatiable.

But as the days turned into weeks, he found himself actually living . In the room he shared with Connor, he had more than just a few changes of clothes. He had knick-knacks and trinkets. He had things that said that he was settled and here . He actually felt like the Homestead was his home and that maybe…Connor was a bit like a-…like a husband. It wasn’t possible this far in the past but it felt like he had a family here.

He loved it and he loved Connor. Maybe that was why he was so caught off guard when Connor spoke of the neighboring tribe coming to trade.

His heart felt like it was seizing in his chest. Connor’s- Connor’s wife might be there and he- he forgot . He forgot that Connor wasn’t really his. He forgot that he was only supposed to have this sweetness temporarily. He forgot-

He forgot how to live without Connor.

He didn’t want to give Connor up.

He didn’t want to go back to watching from afar, only getting bits and pieces.

He didn’t want Connor’s loving gaze on another woman. He wanted to keep it on him! He didn’t want Connor saying ‘I love you’ to anyone who wasn’t him! He didn’t want-!

“A-Angel?!” Connor’s shocked and frantic tone broke him out of his spiraling thoughts and he realized that he could feel wetness on his face.

He blinked and felt another tear trail down his face. He quickly covered his face, already feeling his own expression twist into something he couldn’t hide as the urge to cry came harder. Arms came around him, pulling him against a firm chest that he could recognize just by feel. Connor’s woody scent surrounded him and it just made him feel worse. He wouldn’t be able to wake up with those arms around him anymore. He wouldn’t wake up to that comforting scent or-

Desmond sobbed, his insides twisting painfully as Connor held him tighter, frantically asking him what was wrong. But he doesn’t want to tell him, he doesn’t want to say it.

But Connor deserves to know, so he breaks.

“Y-your wife will be there.” Desmond says, his voice reedy but he was able to say it and that was enough.

“…W-what?”

“Your wife! You’re supposed to find your wife in the neighboring tribe and you have a kid with her! I knew it would happen, I knew because I saw, like how you saw what would happen if you didn’t become an assassin! I knew but I still- I thought I could step back but I can’t. I love you so much , I don’t want you to fall for someone else!” It all came rushing out and Desmond felt so ashamed. He was being selfish, Connor would be happy , he was going to make a wonderful dad but he didn’t want Connor with that woman.

Desmond shuddered as he felt Connor pull away and his insides twisted again, sure that Connor was going to leave. He had lied, he let Connor love him while knowing that Connor could have better .

Warm hands gripped his wrists and slowly pulled his own hands away from his face. Desmond closed his eyes tight, not willing to see Connor’s expression.

“Desmond…” Connor whispered, and Desmond twitched, hope starting to flicker within him as Connor sounded so soft. But he couldn’t let himself think like that. He did wrong by Connor. 

“ Angel , look at me.”

Desmond’s breath hitched and he reluctantly opened his eyes. Connor was staring down at him with a look he couldn’t bring himself to decipher.

“You don’t want me to fall for anyone else?” Connor asked him and Desmond shook his head, trying not to sniffle too much.

“You don’t want to give me up?” Connor asked again and the thought made Desmond’s chest hurt. He shook his head again though he knew that he should just step back.

Connor let go of his wrists and cupped his face instead, suddenly brushing his lips against his tear stained cheeks. Desmond couldn’t stifle the little gasp that left him, not when Connor pressed their lips together, kissing him so smoothly.

Desmond whimpered, his legs going weak as Connor deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past Desmond’s lips and flicking his sensitive palate. He clung to the other man, whining softly as it was hard to breathe but what if this was the last time he got to kiss Connor?

He yelped as Connor slipped an arm underneath him, picking him up. He quickly wrapped his legs around Connor’s waist.

“My Angel…”

“C-Connor?” Desmond stuttered then gasped as Connor pulled him higher, both hands on his backside now. He looked down at the man with confusion, his cheeks flushed and his chest moving a little fast from the need to breathe.

“Will you deny me another kiss, my Angel.” Connor asked and Desmond blushed harder before slowly shaking his head. Shakily, he leaned down, his hands gripping Connor’s shoulders as he brushed their lips together again.

“A-aren’t you mad at me?” Desmond asked this time, teasing himself with how their lips still touched with the movement.

“How could I be mad?” Connor answered, his thumbs slipping under Desmond’s shirt to brush against tempting skin, “You are kinder than I, my Desmond. I would not have said anything at all. I would have hidden you away. But you have given me the chance to show you.”

“Show me…?”

Connor had been walking, taking each step up the stairs of their home to bring Desmond back to their shared bedroom. He smiled at the look of surprise of Desmond’s lovely face as he set his lover down on the bed. The flush on his cheeks tempted him but even he could admit that he was slightly mad. Not at some misguided attempt his Angel had at giving him something ‘better’ -he knew Desmond well enough. His Angel was too self-sacrificing and too kind-. He was ‘mad’ that Desmond had not told him sooner so he could rid his little lover of those types of thoughts sooner.

“I will show you just how I already have a wife. He has curls that tempt my fingers, a mouth that tempts my own, and the way he moves tempts me to madness. But not only that, his care warms my bones and the way he smiles stuns my brain.” Connor slowly caged Desmond against the bed, hovering over him as he spoke. The lovely flush growing on his cheeks made him want to kiss his little lover even more, but the shine in those softly golden eyes made his chest hurt in a sweet way, “He is not officially my wife, but that is because he has not said yes yet. I had planned to surprise him with a ring I had made but sometimes my little wife-to-be is silly and I need to remind him just how much he occupies my thoughts and being.”

Desmond blinked the tears from his eyes, his lower lip trembling as he tried not to cry -and failed-. His throat was tight but his chest shook and felt like it was going to burst.

“I don’t have the ring with me but I am still hoping, will you accept me?” Connor asked and Desmond hiccupped, barely holding back the sob that wanted to come up. He nodded quickly, saying “Yes” over and over again until Connor kissed him again.

He pulled Connor closer, kissing him back hard and Connor matched it, pressing his tongue past his lips to take his mouth like every other bit of him.

“I love you, my Angel, my Desmond.” Connor breathed, “And you are the only one I will ever love.”

Desmond whined and lunged up, kissing Connor again, muttering ‘I love you’ again and again as he peppered kisses over Connor’s face and lips.

This was his happiness, and it was still only just beginning.