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The Super Important Assassin Mission [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

They didn’t stop. Connor could hear their clothes rustling together on top of the bed and the wet sounds from them still kissing each other. Every so often Charles would make this weird groaning noise, kind of like he was in pain but wasn’t.

Connor lay tense beneath the bed, his hand gripping the pencil. His breathing sounded so loud as he tried his hardest to be quiet. He hadn’t thought about what his father would do if he found him underneath the bed, but he knew that the Templar Grandmaster would be furious, and Connor didn’t want to take any chances now that he knew there were handcuffs in the room. Maybe those were used on the last Assassin to try and eavesdrop from underneath the bed.

Clipper was lying next to him and biting down on the sleeve of his jacket to keep himself quiet. Connor could feel him shaking. Clipper just wasn’t cut out for this assassin work, Connor thought. That’s why Connor was the assassin. As he glanced over at his friend, his face pinched into a “knock it off” glare, Clipper met his eyes. Clipper’s free hand reached out and he pulled the pencil out of Connor’s hand and wiggled closer to scrawl something in the mission log.

We need to go!!

Connor looked at him incredulously. Their intention was to do spy work, and while the handcuffs were a good find, surely there was more. Connor shook his head no. Clipper’s eyes widened even more in panic.

We’ll just tell your dad that we’re sorry!

Connor scowled at that. Some Assassin Clipper was, wanting to apologize to the Templar for their infiltration. He was surprised when Clipper glared right back at him. Connor knew that Clipper would go along with most things, but when Clipper was fed up, he made it very clear that he was done and the game was over. And Clipper was done. He dropped the pencil on top of the mission log and began to wiggle out from underneath the bed. Connor desperately grabbed his shirt to pull him back. If Clipper exposed himself, then the Templars would realize that Connor was underneath the bed as well. But then there was a scratching noise at the door and both of the boys froze.

That was something Connor hadn’t considered: Spado. His father had left the door open a crack and in a moment there was a wet, black nose nudging at the gap. Spado’s fluffy head poked into the room and he shoved the door the rest of the way open as he wiggled inside the bedroom. Connor tried to steady his breathing as he watched Spado from behind the lacy bed skirt. Clipper wasn’t doing as good of a job of keeping quiet. He had pressed against Connor again, his fingernails digging into Connor’s jacket.

Spado, that vengeful Templar dog, took only a moment to realize that there were hideaways underneath the bed. He began sniffing the carpet, padding over towards the bed. Spado sniffed underneath the bed skirt and his little black ears perked forward as he saw Connor and Clipper huddled together. Spado began yapping.

“No!” Connor hissed beneath his breath. The sound was drowned out by the loud sighs from atop the bed. Clipper’s throat tightened and Spado’s tail wagged furiously behind him. And then suddenly the noises from above stopped and Haytham spoke.

“Charles,” his father said, sounding exasperated.

Charles sighed and the bed creaked as he rolled off of it. Connor could see his bare feet on the floor and as Charles Lee stooped. He grabbed Spado around the belly and pulled the wiggling Pomeranian out from underneath the bed. Charles walked over to the door, plopping Spado outside in the hall and shutting the bedroom door. Spado yipped twice and Connor heard the little dog’s nails against the door. There was a moment of silence and then the jingle of Spado’s collar became faint as the Pomeranian trotted down the hall. The bed lowered as Charles climbed back on.

“There,” Charles Lee said. His voice got lower. “Now then.”

Connor pressed himself closer to the dusty carpet, listening carefully to the sounds of buttons being undone and a zipper pulled down. When his father’s pants landed on the floor next to them with a thump, Clipper nearly jumped out of his skin. He grabbed Connor’s arm and listened in terror as Charles chuckled and Haytham’s underwear quickly joined the pants on the carpet. Clipper stared at Connor with wide eyes meant to convey his horror that Connor’s dad was now most definitely naked from the waist-down. Connor realized that with his father undressed on the top of the bed, Clipper wouldn’t dare try to flee now. The mission was no longer in danger of being compromised by Clipper.

For how quiet Charles Lee was around Connor, he was sure making up for it now. His moans were muffled and the bed creaked as he kept shifting his weight. Every now and then he’d whisper “Haytham” in the most sickly, adoring voice Connor had ever heard. As far as Connor could tell, his father wasn’t moving around at all; he was just breathing really heavily. Charles’s moans stopped suddenly.

“Are you still thinking about Cesare’s promotion?” Charles murmured. Hearing Charles Lee talk so softly and so affectionately made Connor’s stomach churn. Charles Lee was supposed to be evil.

But this was good: this was valuable Templar information.

Ches
Chezr
Chezeray – Templar

His father made a surprised noise as he was shaken out of his thoughts. Then he sighed and Connor heard him settle back against the pillows. “He’s so young.”

“The Italy branch is small.” Charles spoke between kisses, and he must have been doing something Haytham liked because Connor heard his father sigh again, but much more dreamily this time. “Vidic needs you here. He knows he can’t afford to move you elsewhere.”

Connor frowned. He hadn’t known his father wanted to go to Italy. He didn’t know exactly where Italy was, but he knew it was in Europe and that was really far away.

Italy

Connor also wasn’t sure how he was going to get to Italy to defeat the Templars there, but he’d figure that out later. Maybe after the Templars in Massachusetts and all of the United States of America were defeated.

“I suppose – ah, Charles!” Whatever his father was going to say was cut off by a gasp. Connor’s mouth twisted to the side. Things had been going so well. His father groaned, clearly having no intention of finishing that sentence. “Charles...”

Charles Lee didn’t reply but he was making a weird slurping sound. Haytham was sighing and moaning breathily, and Connor could hear him shifting on the bed. Clipper was as white as a sheet. He had a death grip on Connor’s hoodie and when he noticed Connor was looking at him, he grabbed the pencil again.

I saw my mom and dad do this. On acident not on purpose

Connor tilted his head. He was vaguely annoyed that Clipper was writing this in his mission log. He didn’t want “I saw my mom and dad do this” in the margins of his official mission report.

It’s gross

Connor mouthed “What?” to him, but Clipper just shook his head back and forth rapidly.

“Charles,” his father was saying on top of the bed. Clipper dropped the pencil as though spooked. Haytham sounded out of breath, but his voice was sharp and commanding, just as Connor would expect a Templar grandmaster’s to be. “On your knees. Now.”

Charles moaned really loudly, but the sound was muted. Connor heard a wet pop and the bed bounced as both of them moved around. He ducked closer to Clipper as he saw his father’s hand appear over the side of the bed. Haytham wrenched open the top drawer and pulled out a bottle that looked like it could be sunscreen. Connor frowned as his father’s arm disappeared again. He didn’t know why adults would need sunscreen when they were being all gross and kissy.

There was the sound of the lid popping open and shortly after Charles sighed shakily. His breathing became raspy and randomly he moaned out “Haytham, another.” Another what Connor wasn’t sure, but apparently his father knew what that meant because Charles hissed almost immediately. The bed started rocking forward and back again and after a bit Charles was growling something beneath his breath that sounded like strings of “yes, yes, yes, yes.”

“Ready?” Connor’s father asked in that typical collected tone of his, but he seemed excited, definitely excited. He patted Charles and Charles groaned.

“Yes,” Charles Lee replied hoarsely. “Goddamn, yes.” Another bad word, but his father didn’t say anything about it. It irked Connor that Charles Lee could get away with saying bad words and asking for the mashed potatoes without saying please and going out in the rain without a raincoat, but Connor couldn’t.

Something was happening, though. The bed sunk down even more and the noises his father and Charles were making changed. His father gave a grunt amidst his panting and Charles Lee was gasping and moaning gently as if he couldn’t decide if he was happy or in pain. Clipper had begun to tremble again and was breathing so frantically that Connor was sure that his father would hear. He clapped a hand over his friend’s mouth, looking at him disapprovingly. Clipper inhaled sharply through his nose. Sometimes Assassins had to do really hard or scary missions, he wanted to tell Clipper as Grandpa Edward had told him. Grandpa Edward said his ship had once been a pirate ship (though Connor’s father had muttered something to Charles Lee about Craig’s List). And even though sometimes the Templar pirates were really tough and really scary, the Assassins never gave up. Ever.

Even if their fathers’ groans were steadily getting louder from atop the bed.

Re: The Super Important Assassin Mission [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Other anon here again!

Oh my god this is hilarious so far. That Clipper knows more about what's going on than Connor made me cackle, and I like how even though we know mostly what's happening, since it's told through Connor's little baby eyes, there's still some mystery and just the right amount of stuff left to our imagination. Excellent as always, anon!

Is it cheeky of me to ask you to write more in this 'verse? It's so cute and adorable I can't even

Re: The Super Important Assassin Mission [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so so glad you like it! <33 Since Clipper's got a ton of older brothers, I imagine he inadvertently knows a lot more than Connor, not than Connor would ever admit he was right, haha.

Oh my gosh no that would make me so excited, I'd love to write more in this 'verse! It's such a fun break from schoolwork.