The Adventures of Haytham and Connor

Part 2

Upon the Roof

"Right, Connor! Go right!" Haytham yelled at his son, who was running in front of him. They were both fleeing from a very large group of redcoats who were chasing them with single-minded determination. New York was a big city, as far as cities went, with many hiding places. But the redcoats were right on them, which of course made hiding impossible at the moment.

When Connor went right, Haytham went left and started to climb the nearest building. He kept Connor in sight, watching as his son ducked into an alley. The redcoats split into two groups to keep chasing both men, and Haytham smirked to himself. He lost sight of Connor as he got to the roof of the building he was climbing, though he saw a few redcoats running around in circles. His pursuers eventually got up onto the building behind him, and Haytham was off again. He jumped to the next building and ran along the top, crouching on the edge and looking down. He just caught sight of Connor climbing a building about two blocks away, so he went in that direction. He hopped a couple more buildings and lost sight of Connor again, but he wasn't worried. His son had not survived for this long because of his looks...

"Father!" came Connor's voice suddenly, and then Haytham was being pulled down. Instead of finding himself on the ground or a hard rooftop, Haytham found himself on top of Connor in a space behind a stack of random boxes. A place he enjoyed being.

"Father, have you-" Connor was cut off by Haytham putting his hand over his mouth, gesturing up. Just then a group of redcoats ran by along the rooftop, many of them stumbling and cursing as they went. Connor shifted under Haytham, evidently ready to get up and go kill a few, but Haytham just pressed down on him further. He was still the stronger of the two, and he liked to remind Connor of that sometimes.

"Fmmgogng," Connor grumbled around Haytham's hand, glaring up at him. Haytham just smiled. Another group of redcoats went by, this time in a different direction. Connor stilled, and he and Haytham were both silent as they listened for more. And the minutes stretched on. Connor shifted multiple times, and eventually he stopped looking up at Haytham. It was about this time that Haytham felt something poking his thigh, and he turned a rather feral grin down to his son.

"Mmm, getting hard I see. Just being this close to me gets you all worked up?" he whispered, slowly lowering his hand from Connor's face. The assassin blushed, but he couldn't deny it.

"Well then. We'll just have to take care of that, won't we?" Haytham said quietly, and stuck his hand down Connor's trousers.

"Father!" Connor barked, eyes going wide. Haytham slapped his other hand back over Connor's face, pressing down on him further.

"Do you really want to call attention to us, like this?" he asked, stroking Connor's cock slowly.

"No, please do not!" Connor whispered urgently, trying to get Haytham's hand out of his pants. His father just smirked, shoving Connor's hands away.

"I will. And it will be a challenge because you like to scream and make a lot of noise. Let's see if we can keep undetected, hmm?" Haytham whispered.

Connor blushed harder, pushing at Haytham's chest without much force. "If we get caught, they will not hesitate to kill us. They will gladly kill us if they find us doing this. They want to kill us anyway. This is just another excuse. Anyone would gladly kill us if they found us doing this!"

Haytham frowned. "Do you not want to continue our relationship, Connor? Does the thought of getting caught mean more to you than I do?"

Connor gave Haytham a very hurt look, and Haytham sighed. "It is not that father. No one knows, and I wish to keep it that way. I will admit that I am afraid of what would happen if we were ever caught, however. It is bad enough to be with another man, illegal! Even worse to be with one's father...They would have us hanged. Everyone would watch and know what we have done. Both Assassins and Templars disgraced."

Haytham frowned for a second more, then kissed Connor gently. "If that is how you feel, then we can go out separate ways. Become enemies again."

There was no hesitation in Connor's voice as he gave his reply, and his expression was adamant. "No! I love you father! I will not give up!"

Both men stared at each other, taking in the moment. Neither had said those words yet, and now that Connor had, it was real what they had between them.

"I love you too Connor," Haytham whispered, kissing him again. Connor put his arms around Haytham's neck and kissed back to the best of his ability, giving him a small smile as they pulled apart.

"I do not care if it is wrong to be with you. I love you and do not want anyone else. But if we ever get caught, then we will have to run. I am willing to do that, if you are there with me," Connor said quietly. Haytham was silent a moment, and Connor started to get worried. Was his father not willing to go that far for him? Then Haytham smiled, and Connor smiled back.

"I will go with you wherever we need to," he said, and then resumed stroking Connor's cock with a smirk. "But first we need to take care of this, hmm?"

"Father! Just let it go! We shall certainly be caught if you keep it up!" Connor hissed. He was willing to flee with his father into the wilderness so they could have sex all the time and never be caught, but not this soon! He still had things to do in this fledgling nation!

"Please. You take much too long to calm yourself. Just cum and then we can move on with our lives," Haytham said, rubbing a thumb over the slit. Connor moaned, then realized what he was doing a slapped a hand over his face. He gave Haytham a look, an imploring look, and Haytham sighed yet again.

"Alright, then we shall do this together. Better?"

Connor shook his head fervently, putting both hands over his mouth. Haytham grinned and sat up a little to unbutton his own trousers, sliding his cock out and then laying back down on Connor. Their dicks touched, and the assassin's moan wasn't very muffled by his hands.

"Ahhhh, the real challenge begins now," Haytham said, looking above Connor's head. The assassin tilted his head so he could peer through the boxes upside-down, and his eyes widened in horror. Four redcoats were taking up positions on the very roof they were hiding on, and Connor turned his look of horror up to Haytham. The templar smirked, reached down, and began to rub their cocks together. Connor groaned into his hands, face flushing and hips bucking involuntarily. Haytham moved with him, keeping their cocks pressed together and not stopping now. His got hard quickly, and soon even he was making little noises of pleasure.

"Fnnnnngggg!" Connor moaned, closing his eyes and trying his hardest not to make any loud noises, but it was extremely difficult. It was a good thing the redcoats seemed to be deaf, for they hadn't noticed yet. Haytham started to growl a little and thrust his hips down into his hand and against Connor. The assassin moaned long and low, and Haytham put his free hand over Connor's two on his face. He gave his son a look, but Connor was too far gone to even notice him. Haytham leaned closer to lick along Connor's bottom lip, and then bite it.

Connor's eyes flew open and he let out a rather high pitched moaning sort of screech, and when Haytham's eyes got wide, Connor quickly turned it into an eagle noise. Haytham squeezed their cocks extra hard at that, which made the assassin gasp and orgasm. His hips bucked up into Haytham, who growled lowly and orgasmed as well. They both got cum all over their crotches and Haytham's hand, which he slid up to Connor's face. He pulled away Connor's hand and let him pant for a moment before pushing a finger into his mouth, watching as Connor tasted both their cum with a blush.

"Oi, did you 'ere somefink over there?"

Both Haytham and Connor froze, Haytham pressing down as much as he could on Connor. A redcoat approached and poked at a box with his gun. He looked like he was going to lean over and see them, but then one of the other ones called to him and he left. Connor let out a sigh of relief, looking at Haytham. He couldn't get himself back in order with his father pressed as tightly onto him as he was, but Haytham didn't seem to want move any time soon.

"That was fun. Shall we try another?" Haytham whispered after a moment, smirking.

Connor's eyes got huge again. "No! Father, no!" he said, shoving at Haytham's chest.

"Very well. Shall we kill these chaps then before you get hard again?" Haytham asked, leaning down to kiss Connor briefly.

"Ah, yes. Let us do that," Connor said with more relief as Haytham pushed up off of him a little. The assassin quickly got himself back together while Haytham did the same, and then with a grin, the templar leaped up and over the boxes. Connor was up right behind him, just in time to avoid the spray of blood from the first redcoat. Father and son killed them quickly and returned down to street level, walking side by side like none of that had just happened.