The Trouble With Time 32 by BombayKittenOmi, literature
Literature
The Trouble With Time 32
Other than Leonardo ushering Shaun to bed before he could knock Altair back a few years, the night passed on with little other activity.
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Ezio cracked an eye open, looking at the back of Desmond's head in the dim morning light. The single gold eye travelled down the side of the man's body, noting an arm that wasn't his own draped over the young man's hip. As a matter of fact, that arm was holding the body a little closer to the eldest assassin's own than Ezio was comfortable with. The Auditore collected himself and pushed his tired body up off the bed, knocking the arm a
The Trouble With Time 31 by BombayKittenOmi, literature
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The Trouble With Time 31
In the bathroom, indeed.
Shaun was unaware of the handsome devil that threatened to shake the peace in his little cubicle shower world. The assassin that was creeping into the room was super silent on his feet as he tip toed passed the door and closed the obstruction with a barely audible 'click'.
Outside the mirrored door that hid the Brit from sight, Altair slipped off the warm sweatshirt he wore, letting it drop at his feet. Soon, his jeans and boxers followed, left in a pile unceremoniously. He chanced a tiny peek through a crack left between and the sliding door and saw his opening. The brilliant man had his back turned to the door, hi
The Trouble With Time 30 by BombayKittenOmi, literature
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The Trouble With Time 30
Several days passed and each one of them were thankful they they went by uneventful. At present, there were four assassins in the kitchen, being served coffee by one Italian philosopher. It was a little later in the morning and it wasn't like anyone really cared much; the rest was nice.
Days prior were filled with training exercises courtesy of Jerusalem's finest pair and the warehouse proved one of the best training grounds the men had come across, not that this was a new revelation, or anything, but the more they both thought about it, the harder it would be to leave this place if they ever found their chance to go home.
Ezio spoke up, se
Ah, the middle of a day well spent in the city. Sans women, the family Auditore and La Volpe stopped for a moment of rest in front of a building just outside the market. Ezio and his older brother, Federico, were running back and forth between the men as they talked amongst themselves.
"Federico! Leave Ezio be! You have be-" A hand on one shoulder stopped the words that were escaping Giovanni's mouth. "Please, little brother. Let them be boys." Mario's voice was gentle in the younger man's ear. "We were their age once."
La Volpe smiled to himself, knowing his closest friends could still be childish at times. "Giovanni, was it not you who o
"I am more uncomfortable than you realize..." La Volpe pulled at the tress, tugging it down over his legs, not that they weren't already covered. At his side, Giovanni snickered. "Trust me, my friend. You do not look half bad in a dress."
Mario looked perfectly happy in a dress, which made him wonder what exactly had transpired earlier on in his life. "Gilberto, we lost the bet. There is nothing we can do now, but finish out our day and and pray that we do not make the same mistake again." Those words coming from the burly man didn't do anything to ease the lack of comfort.
"We are well aware of the fact we lost. What I do not understand i