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Chapter Five: Live or Die?
The two assassins sighed as they looked upon the situation before them, they both shared amused glances before focusing on their targets. “Charles, this is serious.”
“I know.” The voice was full of arousal as the man walked forward and forced Haytham against the wall. Grey eyes widened as Haytham realised that the man intended to take him there and then. “That’s right.” That strong voice whispered into Haytham’s ear. “I plan to take you right here and right now, I want the people downstairs to hear your screams and to know exactly who’s taking you and making you scream so loud.”
“Charles.” Haytham protested but all could see by his blush that he was not as put off by the idea as he pretended to be. “Now is not the time or the place.” When Charles merely chuckled and pressed his body into his, Haytham knew he was in trouble Charles always got what he wanted in the end. “No Charles.”
“Let’s turn that no into a yes.” Charles declared.
“Or perhaps.” Both Templars tensed as they realised those whispered words were too close for comfort. Their heads turned sharply to see Connor right behind Charles with a blade pressed against the man’s throat.
Desmond watched as those strange blue eyes of Charle’s Lee narrowed in thought, the man was prepared to fight despite the blade pressed to his throat. When Desmond slipped out of the darkness and pressed his own blade against Haytham’s throat the fight in Charles posture and expression vanished and all there was left was worry. “Let Haytham go.” Charles demanded his eyes meeting Desmond’s with a pleading expression. “You can have me but just let Haytham go.”
“Charles.” Haytham whispered, his hands gripping the man’s shoulders as he was unable to do anything else, neither Desmond or Connor were in reach of his hidden blade. Desmond watched as Haytham reached for his sword, in warning Desmond pressed his blade harder against the skin and saw a small amount of blood blemish the silver blade.
“Don’t Haytham.” Charles warned, his hands gripped Haytham’s wrists and pinned them to the wall either side of Haytham’s head. “Just don’t.” He ordered. “Let Haytham go and he won’t fight, I promise.”
“Sorry but my business is with both of you.” Connor stated. “Now take off all your weapons and pile them to the left of you. Now.”
Charles swallowed and gave Haytham an apologetic look before removing Haytham’s hidden blade, Haytham hissed but did not struggle as Charles threw it to the floor before removing his sword, pistol and his pouch of bullets and bombs. “Charles.”
“I’m sorry but I won’t let them hurt you.” Charles replied. “Do as your told.” He ordered. Haytham glared but that glare lasted only a few seconds before he relented and nodded. Charles smiled as he finished disarming his lover and finally began disarming himself. “Now what?” He asked the two assassins.
“Inside now.” Connor ordered pointing to a spare room. “Sit down.” The two men did so and the assassin’s secured them, binding them to their chairs. “Go collect their weapons.” Connor instructed Desmond as he kept both his pistols pointed at the lovers. Desmond did not argue, simply did as told, his eyes barely left the scene as he was deeply concerned about Connor and what the man would do.
“Now…” Connor began as Desmond returned and secured the weapons before shutting the door and leaning against it. “If you are not yet aware of who I am, Haytham Kenway, I shall tell you. I am your son. I know you colonists have a hard time pronouncing our names so I will simply introduce myself as Connor. This is Desmond. Desmond may I introduce Charles Lee and my father Haytham Kenway.”
“Pleasure.” Desmond stated dryly.
“What is the meaning of this?” Haytham demanded.
“Well…father, it seems we are at odds. You’re a Templar and I’m an assassin. My purpose is to stop you from reaching your goals. Now…old man. I can kill you now and get it over with but I would rather not do so, especially when it’s clear that you both love each other dearly, so I have another offer for you. You leave America, you never return, you never bring harm upon me and my people and I’ll let you live.”
“You would do this just because we love each other.” Haytham stated incredulously. “You are…”
“You would do this?” Charles interrupted earning his lovers glare. “You’d free us and never hunt us if we gave up the Templar cause, you’d leave us alone and allow us to live in peace?”
“Yes.” Connor agreed.
“You can’t seriously be considering this!” Haytham snapped as he squirmed in his bindings. “They are but two people! The assassins are gone! Our kin will find us and we’ll hunt them down when we’re free!”
“Haytham…” Charles stated. “We’ve both seen Connor’s work, he’ll…”
“No!” Haytham snapped. “You will not give in simply because we’re having an affair! If you give up you’re on your own! I thought you shared our goals and now your…”
“So you think what we share is just an affair?” Those softly muttered words somehow broke through Haytham’s angry rant. Grey eyes widened and met harsh blue eyes, Haytham knew he was in trouble now, even tied to a chair and at the mercy of two Assassins, the one he feared and respected the most was his fellow Templar. “Is that all we are? A simple affair?”
“Charles…”
“Haytham.”
The two assassin’s watched amused as the two men seemed to forget the assassin’s were there. Charles was devouring his love with those inhuman blue eyes, the man’s frown was as sharp as an edge of a blade and Haytham’s nervous reactions and wide grey eyes told the assassin’s that the man was in trouble. “I…”
“You.” Charles was showing no mercy, he gave Haytham no leeway, he demanded answers and the assassin’s knew there would be hell to pay if Haytham did not answer correctly.
“I did not mean it that way.” Haytham tried to explain. “I…”
“You referred to our love as just a thing!” Charles accused. “Is that all this is, just some fun for you?”
“I…No!” Haytham protested.
“Then what!”
“How about you keep your lovers quarrel private? Wait until later to finish this argument!” Connor ordered. “Now I’ve made you an offer, live or die! I expect an answer by the end of the week. Do you hear me? You have one week, just one, if I don’t get an answer I know you’ve chosen to continue your goals and you two will become targets. If that is the case, me and my associate will hunt you down.” The only sign that the two Templars heard was a sharp nod from Charles Lee as his blue eyes bore into Haytham’s nervous grey ones.
“Now your friends will be here shortly, until then you have all the time in the world to resolve this lover’s quarrel of yours.” Desmond stated as he and Connor finally left. Instead of leaving, the two assassin’s crept around back and scaled a building to look into the room they had just been in. Haytham was clearly still seated and tied but Charles had vanished. “You knew he had a blade!” Desmond accused.
“Yes.” Connor confirmed. “But I also knew he would not use it, as he would not endanger my father.” As he said this Charles appeared in front of Haytham, they saw Haytham attempt to lean back away from the man and his harsh, demanding words but Charles gripped the back of the chair and kept him in place.
“Do you think they’ll make a decision now?” Desmond asked curiously as they watched Haytham swallow nervously as Charles eyes darkened.
“No. Charles will be more focused on affirming his relationship with my father. He did not take the ‘affair’ comment well and will strive to prove that their relationship is not an affair. I’ll doubt they will not be thinking of anything else but sex for some time.” Connor explained. “It is why I decided we should leave, Charles was seconds away from pouncing Haytham and he would not have cared if we were in the room.”
“I was expecting more fight.” Desmond muttered disappointed.
“Oh, be assured despite what Charles Lee says my father will do his own thing, despite all appearances Haytham Kenway is actually the grand-master of the Templars, his word is law and he will not be prepared to give up that power so easily. Charles Lee is playing with fire and one day he’ll get burned.”
“So do we kill them or let them live?” Desmond asked.
“I have no quarrel with them for now.” Connor answered. “Let us see if they will take the offer of peace, I would like to try and find a solution where we do not need to kill.” Desmond said nothing about the hopeful expression on Connor’s face, the man didn’t want to kill his father but Desmond also knew that Haytham would not give up. Haytham would just continue his plans elsewhere, alive a Templar was a danger, a good Templar was a dead Templar, still Desmond dare not say this to Connor.
“Come. It’s time we head off. We may not need to kill Haytham Kenway or Charles Lee but we still have to deal with their associates.” Desmond ordered.
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