Charles walked past the few guard patrols and calmly ignored the pair of eyes glaring into his back. He strolled into the camp, noting that the bothersome commander was nowhere in sight, and slowly made his way to where his old tent would have been.
Slowly, but naturally.
It would not do to give his game away so early.
He carefully eyed the few wandering officers. No one seems to have really noticed him yet (except a certain pair of eyes), and that was precisely what he wanted.
It was not enough though. He needed the area to be completely clear, not a man in sight.
Thankfully, he was well versed in the routines of the men of this army. Most of them had been under his command. His lips twisted in a contemptuous sneer as he remembered that they were all also under Washington’s command.
But no. That was irrelevant. It would be irrelevant soon.
First, though, he needed to wait until all the officers went off to their tents and before the guards would come patrolling this area.
It was close, very close, and he could feel the eyes burning into his back.
Only one man left, and he was fast striding away.
Soon...
With a practiced whirl, Charles pivoted on his heel and caught the hand flying at him, hidden blade exposed.
While his other hand disarmed the boy’s tomahawk and closed about one fine wrist, he kicked at the boy’s feet, seeking to destabilize him.
It worked.
The boy stumbled back, off-balance, and he fell with him, making sure that his weight did not fall upon the boy’s softly rounding belly.
It would not do to harm his heir.
The fall dazed the boy, and amber-brown eyes blinked owlishly up at him before those full lips curved into a snarl.
The boy’s wrists he kept pinned to the ground. The legs he tangled with his own.
The boy, he noticed, fit under him as neatly as he did in the prison.
Delightful.
“In such a hurry to be under me again. I would think you’ve missed me, my dear,” he smirked.
The boy growled in anger. “Get off of me.”
Charles shook his head in amusement.
“Now, why would I want to do that?”
A push of the pinned wrists against his hand. The lovely body beneath his bucking against him in an attempt to break free.
So useless.
So...arousing.
Charles leaned down next to that tan ear.
“We have plenty of time for that later,” he whispered.
Then he stiffened and leaned away from the young man trapped underneath him.
Any minute now. Any minute...
His ears caught the faint sound of footsteps.
There.
Quickly, he leaned forward and seized the boy’s mouth in a deep kiss. At another time, he would have licked to taste the boy’s mouth, but doing so while he was not properly trained would only result in Charles losing his tongue.
And Charles was no idiot.
He was not so fond of what he would have to do now, but it would be necessary to keep the boy quiet for the duration.
That was all that counted.
Quickly, he jolted his head forwards, driving the boy’s head into the ground with force.
It was risky, but that was why he had protected his forehead with metal. He was sure he looked ridiculous wearing it, but he would take the ability to think and act over appearances any day.
As he expected, the boy’s eyes became dazed, glancing about in confusion.
Perfect.
He heard the gasp behind him and broke the kiss.
“I can’t tell you how happy you have made me,” he made sure to say quite clearly and loudly.
“I never believed those rumors. I knew that you were faithful to me, and that you’d never do something so crass as to seduce our beloved commander. And now my faith has paid off, and you have agreed to be my wife. Why, I am so happy I can hardly bear it! We will be married in front of the church and our child will be legitimate!”
He leaned down to kiss those lips again, still slack as their owner struggled to regain his wits.
The presence behind him quickly turned and ran from the camp, having seen and heard everything.
No doubt, the patrol guard would relay the news to the rest of the army. And those soldiers would share the knowledge in letters to their wives and family. And from there, well...
He could imagine George Washington learning about this. The man would be fuming and heartbroken. Perhaps he would be convinced that his precious Wolf had betrayed him. Perhaps he would realize what Charles had done and fume against him.
It did not matter. The man could not interfere at this point. Now that Charles had made his claim public, and all the army would soon come to know that the child that the boy carried was his, there was not a lot Washington could do.
If he tried to claim Connor, Charles would accuse him of seducing away his fiancé. And he would seize the child once it was born. The laws tended to favor the father over the mother.
And even if he did nothing, the loss of his beloved Assassin would surely cause him to begin making more mistakes than not.
Mistakes Charles fully intended to capitalize on.
Either way, Washington would be removed from power.
Either way, Charles would have a marvelous heir.
And perhaps...
A growl sounded below him. And Charles looked down to the amber-brown eyes glaring at him in hatred.
Perhaps he would have a lovely Omega to sate his lusts on, too.
It was...exhilarating, his options.
That was the thing about plans.
They were beautiful when they unfolded just as he had foreseen.
Strange Fates 12
Chatper 12 - Third Move
Charles walked past the few guard patrols and calmly ignored the pair of eyes glaring into his back. He strolled into the camp, noting that the bothersome commander was nowhere in sight, and slowly made his way to where his old tent would have been.
Slowly, but naturally.
It would not do to give his game away so early.
He carefully eyed the few wandering officers. No one seems to have really noticed him yet (except a certain pair of eyes), and that was precisely what he wanted.
It was not enough though. He needed the area to be completely clear, not a man in sight.
Thankfully, he was well versed in the routines of the men of this army. Most of them had been under his command. His lips twisted in a contemptuous sneer as he remembered that they were all also under Washington’s command.
But no. That was irrelevant. It would be irrelevant soon.
First, though, he needed to wait until all the officers went off to their tents and before the guards would come patrolling this area.
It was close, very close, and he could feel the eyes burning into his back.
Only one man left, and he was fast striding away.
Soon...
With a practiced whirl, Charles pivoted on his heel and caught the hand flying at him, hidden blade exposed.
While his other hand disarmed the boy’s tomahawk and closed about one fine wrist, he kicked at the boy’s feet, seeking to destabilize him.
It worked.
The boy stumbled back, off-balance, and he fell with him, making sure that his weight did not fall upon the boy’s softly rounding belly.
It would not do to harm his heir.
The fall dazed the boy, and amber-brown eyes blinked owlishly up at him before those full lips curved into a snarl.
The boy’s wrists he kept pinned to the ground. The legs he tangled with his own.
The boy, he noticed, fit under him as neatly as he did in the prison.
Delightful.
“In such a hurry to be under me again. I would think you’ve missed me, my dear,” he smirked.
The boy growled in anger. “Get off of me.”
Charles shook his head in amusement.
“Now, why would I want to do that?”
A push of the pinned wrists against his hand. The lovely body beneath his bucking against him in an attempt to break free.
So useless.
So...arousing.
Charles leaned down next to that tan ear.
“We have plenty of time for that later,” he whispered.
Then he stiffened and leaned away from the young man trapped underneath him.
Any minute now. Any minute...
His ears caught the faint sound of footsteps.
There.
Quickly, he leaned forward and seized the boy’s mouth in a deep kiss. At another time, he would have licked to taste the boy’s mouth, but doing so while he was not properly trained would only result in Charles losing his tongue.
And Charles was no idiot.
He was not so fond of what he would have to do now, but it would be necessary to keep the boy quiet for the duration.
That was all that counted.
Quickly, he jolted his head forwards, driving the boy’s head into the ground with force.
It was risky, but that was why he had protected his forehead with metal. He was sure he looked ridiculous wearing it, but he would take the ability to think and act over appearances any day.
As he expected, the boy’s eyes became dazed, glancing about in confusion.
Perfect.
He heard the gasp behind him and broke the kiss.
“I can’t tell you how happy you have made me,” he made sure to say quite clearly and loudly.
“I never believed those rumors. I knew that you were faithful to me, and that you’d never do something so crass as to seduce our beloved commander. And now my faith has paid off, and you have agreed to be my wife. Why, I am so happy I can hardly bear it! We will be married in front of the church and our child will be legitimate!”
He leaned down to kiss those lips again, still slack as their owner struggled to regain his wits.
The presence behind him quickly turned and ran from the camp, having seen and heard everything.
No doubt, the patrol guard would relay the news to the rest of the army. And those soldiers would share the knowledge in letters to their wives and family. And from there, well...
He could imagine George Washington learning about this. The man would be fuming and heartbroken. Perhaps he would be convinced that his precious Wolf had betrayed him. Perhaps he would realize what Charles had done and fume against him.
It did not matter. The man could not interfere at this point. Now that Charles had made his claim public, and all the army would soon come to know that the child that the boy carried was his, there was not a lot Washington could do.
If he tried to claim Connor, Charles would accuse him of seducing away his fiancé. And he would seize the child once it was born. The laws tended to favor the father over the mother.
And even if he did nothing, the loss of his beloved Assassin would surely cause him to begin making more mistakes than not.
Mistakes Charles fully intended to capitalize on.
Either way, Washington would be removed from power.
Either way, Charles would have a marvelous heir.
And perhaps...
A growl sounded below him. And Charles looked down to the amber-brown eyes glaring at him in hatred.
Perhaps he would have a lovely Omega to sate his lusts on, too.
It was...exhilarating, his options.
That was the thing about plans.
They were beautiful when they unfolded just as he had foreseen.