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There could be no prisoners taken into their custody. They had all the information they needed, thanks to Shay’s insights and assistance. The only way to truly stop the Assassins from destroying the world they claimed to be fighting for was to destroy their grip on these colonies…starting with New York.
One way to increase their chances at succeeding in their goal was by strengthening the grip of the Royal Navy on the Atlantic coast. They would also need to take over the various forts the French had scattered across the land in order to supply the redcoats and gain control of the Ohio and Canadian lands.
Having ample experience in naval combat and strategy, Shay was the one that was tasked with sending out ships to carry out these tasks. And that's exactly what he was doing now: carefully looking over the naval plans atop his desk. At the moment, intelligence had recently found that the French were becoming bold; they planned to launch an attack on Britain. In order to discover what exactly they planned to do, spies would need to be sent to Le Havre at the earliest time. It was something he could do, but there was also the problem of Barbados. The island also needed Templars to be smuggled to its shores, for much of the same reasons, and it went without saying that discretion was of the utmost importance.
The tried and true trick that the former Assassin had up his sleeve was working under the guise of sending supplies. The problem was there was only one useable ship in his envoy that could reasonably provide such a cover story.
So the question was…what destination seemed the most logical? Barbados? Or France?
“You know, I’ve never seen you this focused.”
Shay startled and sprang up, hidden blades springing outwards in attack.
His heart dropped into his stomach at who he saw in the doorway.
It was Liam.
“Color me shocked”, he quipped, arms crossed over his chest. “You could never stay engaged on anything important when you were one of us.”
The words were scalding…as if his old friend were pouring salt on that still-raw wound of them still not listening…of Liam leaving his side in favor of that arrogant bastard Achilles…
“If I recall”, Shay responded, thankfully sounding righteously furious instead of like having been kicked in the stones, “you only trusted me to kill three old men you didn’t like and nothing else.”
“Men who enslaved innocent Negroes and aim to displace Kesegowaase and his people”, Liam spat. "Am I to assume that detail escaped your memory when you hit the ground?"
"No thanks to you shooting me in the back!", Shay shouted, fists clenching in anger.
"You were running away with dangerous intelligence!", Liam retorted, not quite matching the other man's volume just yet. "And now you've given it to the very people who will use it to crush those people under their boots!"
"And what exactly are you doing to help them?!", Shay fumed, striding closer to the taller man. "Making poison to disperse on the populace? Harass innocent people with your gangs? I've seen your work in action, Liam. They're terrifying and I will stop you."
The Assassin actually had the gall to laugh at him. It held no mirth; only sarcasm and bitterness. "Is that what that pompous prick’s been tellin' ya? Damn. For a soldier, he's got a way with words."
"Colonel Monro is a good man!”, Shay lashed. “He’s the one that’s been tryin’ to fix up the damage you’ve done to New York! Unlike you lot he damn well does what he says!”
“Really?”, Liam guffawed with actual amusement this time around.
“Yes, really! I’ve seen the work he’s done, you patronising gobshite! I know in his heart what he wants for his countrymen.”
“And what about what you haven’t seen, huh?”, Liam asked. “You ever heard what your new quartermaster thinks about Negro rights? Do you know what William Johnson intends to do with people like Kesegowaase?”
“Keep them safe from your lot, maybe?”
“You stubborn fucking moron”, Liam muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, “no! They want to kill them! Use them for what they’re worth and discard them like they meant nothing! The only difference between yourself and them is they’ll do the job with more precision!”
"What did you say?", Shay asked, voice low and venomous.
"You still got water in your ears?", Liam shot back. "I honestly don't know what Monro sees in you. You're more like the sheep they want to lead to the slaughter blindly."
That was the last straw.
With a guttural roar, Shay lunged at his former ally, swiping at his neck with the hidden blade on his right wrist. The bastard dodged it, but only barely, bending himself back. He went to stab him with the second hidden blade on the opposite wrist, but the bear of a man grabbed it at just the right moment, holding it in a death grip.
"Look a right elite, too", Liam quipped. "He tell you to dress like that?"
"Shut up!", Shay seethed, aiming to stab the smug, arrogant prick in the face, but he caught that wrist too, the blades mere inches from the bridge of his nose. He then bent the younger man's forearms to their respective directions, much to his frustration and discomfort to his upper arms and elbows. Then, much to his surprise, the arsehole hit the bridge of his nose with his shaved head as hard as he could. Shay cried out in pain, throwing his head back. He had no time to recover and fight back, as a split second later, Liam threw a right hook to his cheek, sending him stumbling in that direction.
And then, he found himself on the floor, having been tackled by Liam. His broader form was now on top of his more lean one, pinning him down with all the strength and willpower he had, making it difficult (but not impossible) to try and squirm out.
"I had such high hopes for you, Shay", Liam growled. "You've fallen so far and learnt nothing!"
At that moment, he took Shay’s ponytail in hand, yanking his head back harshly—
“Ahhh~”
The sound stunned both of them still. Liam’s grip momentarily loosened some. If he were actually capable of some quick thinking, Shay could’ve been finding a way to get away…
What the fuck?!
“Don’t tell me you actually liked that, you sick fuck”, Liam blanched.
But the thing was…he was giving out mixed messages. His voice sounded disgusted. Embarrassed. Shameful.
However…his hips were grinding down…cock rubbing against his clothed ass…progressively growing harder…
…What the fuck?!
Was Liam out of his goddamn mind?! What the fuck was he doing?!
“W-What the f—”, Shay managed to gasp out, horrified, before his forehead hit the wooden floor with a sharp thud.
“Did I say you could talk, little pup?”, Liam hissed lowly.
At that, Shay whimpered. A throb of heat pooled low in his nether regions, the center of his pants growing tight. He could feel Liam’s breath on his ear, making his skin prickle and flush simultaneously.
“Thought so”, he muttered, taking the Templar’s earlobe in between his teeth…hard.
Shay yelped, turning his head away…as much as he could, anyway. The lump in his pants made his trousers almost suffocating, and his hips moved upwards, bumping into Liam’s own hard-on.
He was trapped, with effectively no way out. No choice but to take what he was about to be given.
But if he had no choice but to be honest…this didn’t really seem like a bad thing.
It seemed like a dream come true…
Something he wanted for a long time actually happening…
And it only took Shay becoming the enemy for this to happen…
He could feel Liam’s hands move his coattails apart, gripping the waistline of his trousers and trying—not very well—to yank them down to his ankles. Shay groaned in frustration and pushed himself up with his hands, making the process go by quicker. The Templar felt like he could cry in relief at the feeling of freedom in the open air.
It didn’t last long as Liam pinned him back down, forcing two fingers into his mouth.
“Coat them as wet as you can”, Liam ordered huskily. “This is all you’re gettin’.”
With that, rough, calloused fingers thrust themselves inside ruthlessly as though they were his impressively sized cock. Shay gagged at the sensation of them going further into his mouth, tongue trying the best it could to coat the probing fingers. But it was obvious Liam was getting off on hearing the difficulty Shay was having; he just kept thrusting them as further down his throat as he could, reveling in hearing the man below him gag and moan like some cheap whore…the fucking shite.
So he bit down…hard.
The Assassin removed his fingers, cursing angrily, making Shay smile, teeth and all. The sound of Liam fiddling with his belt and getting his pants undone reached his ears, increasing his anticipation.
A dampened finger impaled his entrance none too gently. The sensation was agonizing. It was too much, having it wiggle around and pry him open. Shay squirmed uncomfortably, involuntarily trying to get away, but another burly hand was pressing down on the small of his back.
“Quit. Moving”, Liam barked.
“Fffffuck you!”, Shay shouted back. The demand sounded more like a plea than anything, much to his dismay.
Suddenly, Liam removed the finger from his ass and delivered a sharp smack to his asscheek, making him cry out and jolt up. Another smack was delivered to the opposite asscheek…then another…then another…
“You’re in no position to be makin’ threats, Templar dog”, Liam growled, grabbing Shay’s hair and pulling it backwards. “Shut your gob or I’ll split you in two.”
“Like you weren’t already tryin’ to do that?”, Shay shot back. “Is this really the leader of the free—agh!”
Liam slammed his head back down onto the hard wood floor and shoved his finger back inside.
Shay made a noise that made his face flush with shame. The sensations were all-consuming--the pressure of his cock in between his stomach and the floor, the rough press of somewhat dried calloused flesh churning inside him...it was hellish. Yet it was exciting. It was gut-churning in the thrilling kind of way. It was the best kind of physical pleasure he'd had in years. The kind that could successfully take away the dread and depression in his soul…if only for a moment…
A second finger entered him, and his legs started to tremble. The pressure built and he could feel his cock leaking profusely onto his stomach in tandem with the blood seeping out of his nose. He could feel his insides being stretched in agonizing angles, with no sense of care or delicacy, just impatience and eagerness to use him like an animal.
The fingers left as quickly as they entered, almost immediately being replaced by Liam’s length, breaching through like a cannonball against a warship, stunning him and causing him agonizing pain all at once. His hands clenched tightly into fists as he wailed, only able to take it all inside, even as it seemed to tear skin and muscle apart and let it sink down.
Hands clenched tightly around his hips as if they were the ship’s wheel. He then suddenly felt Liam’s length slide out slowly, and then slam back in, making him cry out in half-agony, half-pleasure, his body jolting with the sensations.
They soon fell into a rhythm, with Liam fucking him in abandon and Shay clumsily pushing back with his forearms, with both growling and crying like wild animals being shot by rifles. It didn’t matter in that moment that they were Assassin and Templar. It was irrelevant that they were bitter enemies with bad blood. Right now, they were primates, using each other to take their pent up feelings of anger and passion out on each other.
Well…more like Liam was doing so…doing all he could to mark Shay with his touch…gripping him by the hips hard enough to bruise…rearranging his insides with blade-like stabs…
And Shay eagerly took it all, like a bear out of hibernation chasing its prey, shouting out and grunting half-curses in between labored breaths. It felt like every part of his body was slowly cooking above a fire. Sweat pooled all around and stuck his clothes to his skin. His cock throbbed painfully, out in the open air and untouched as clear fluid seeped out at an agonizingly slow rate.
This was torture; the agonizing exhilaration of release was just within reach, yet he just couldn’t get to it. He reached down towards his aching cock—
A sharp thrust sent him falling flat on his face with a noise that was half yelp, half moan.
“Didn’t I tell ya to quit moving?”, Liam barked, a note of condescension in his otherwise biting yet breathless tone. “Good huntin’ dogs follow orders.”
For a moment, Shay wanted to fight. Wanted to pull himself out of the Assassin’s iron grip and shove his hidden blade deep into his neck and watch him gasp and gurgle desperately for breath. He wanted to make Liam regret ever saying such vile shit. Make him regret making his (apparently) most trusted friend his most dangerous enemy.
But it mattered very little once Liam quickened his pace and the intensity of his thrusts, gripping Shay’s hips hard enough he half-feared they would be crushed.
The mix of pain and pleasure was now so intense it was close to unbearable. Shay could feel his entire body tremble and shake with the intensity of Liam pounding that special spot deep inside him, the rhythm tearing out ragged, wounded-sounding wails from his throat.
The only thought in his mind was of how close he was. Of how eager—how desperate he was to be consumed by the tidal wave of climax.
A mere moment later, he reached it, a scream flying out not to dissimilar to an eagle’s, his whole body shaking like leaves, helpless to the winds commanding their movement.
Liam followed shortly after, shouting out as he filled Shay’s hole with his white-hot seed, thrusts becoming more calculated, making sure that it stayed inside…
The Assassin fell over, crushing Shay with his weight, heaving for air without a single care for the man under him.
Not that it mattered all that much…it still was strangely as comforting as it was before…
It was when the sweat had finally cooled that clarity finally hit Liam like a pistol shot.
This was not how he was supposed to handle this. There were a few openings that he could’ve taken without even being noticed. Yet, he deliberately chose this path: stroll in, start up a fight, and then…
…
…
Oh Lord…
Sudden riptides of heavy shame and ice-cold fear hit him.
Oh shit…
This was the enemy that was under him. He’d just fucked the enemy like a rabbit. Not even that…he’d…he’d…
He didn’t want to say it. He wasn’t even sure he could even put it into words in his head…
…
…but was this really the enemy?
This was once his friend. His brother in arms. The man he loved. The man he would take a blade for.
And he ruined him. Claimed him like property.
Even though he chose to leave him that night…
He could just kill him now. Stop their newest threat before it got so much worse. Take advantage of the state he put him in…
…
…
…he forced himself off, his now flaccid cock falling out of Shay’s warm, wet entrance, a shaky sigh escaping him involuntarily. He quickly pulled his pants back up and walked briskly out the door. Once he was outside, he wrapped his arms around himself as his eyes became damp and his stomach churned in disgust.
Liam O’Brien, what have you done?