#double checking for anything that could go wrong. checking… double checking code… taking every precaution

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[Set in Mid-Late Hermitcraft Season 8]

In which we learn a little something about Cub, a little something about Doc, and a little something about Xisuma.

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The two of them had gone to a hotel, paying in cash for two rooms and both of them in disguise.  Shaun and Rebecca were out on a grocery run and would be sharing the other room. They were on the run – as they always seemed to be – from the Templars, dodging around large cities and when they had to use unencrypted phones, they used burner phones once to other numbers that were used a handful of times before being deactivated.

William was arguing with the front desk lady about something after he had paid for the room, so Desmond had trudged over to the room that matched the card and slid the keycard in the slot, waiting for it to beep and enter the room, closing it carefully behind him. He performed the standard checks that one did in a hotel room – that there were enough pillows and blankets, that the sheets were fully clean and that there were no listening devices or other technological bugs that might watch or listen to them, double-checking with his second sight. Desmond found it incredibly useful that his second sight did allow him to easily spot such things… And to his relief, there was nothing dangerous to them in the room.

There was a window in the room – large enough for the both of them to escape out of if necessary, and as they were on the third floor and there wasn’t an easy way to climb up there – if you weren’t an Assassin at least – it should be fairly safe. Desmond opened the window enough to breath in some of the fresh air, smiling a little as he looked at the charming little town that they were currently in. His left arm twinged a little and he rubbed the skin, glad that his arm had mostly healed from the damage that had been done when Juno had been released. Lying bitch had told him that his death would be instantaneous and painless. It had been neither, and though Desmond had tried not to scream in pain as the electric energy stabbed into his body, he was unable to stop himself. The memories of what had happened a few months ago started to remind him of what he had very nearly lost.

Desmond hadn’t expected was his father to appear out of nowhere and wrench him away from the eye, the Sword of Eden in hand as he struck Juno down just as her consciousness was about to escape the confines of the Temple. His father’s face had been twisted into a protective snarl as he struck her down, hissing “Did you really think I would sacrifice my son to you, you miserable phantom! Or that the others would not have a contingency plan in place, when you tried to escape? You have been manipulating humanity for far, far too long, and your shadowy reign dies here!”

Juno had screeched angrily and coughed, struggling against the blade, her eyes blazing with fury. She started to fade along the edges, but seemed to be still clinging to what little life she had left “And what of the world? Killing me dooms almost all of your people to a fiery death, and it will be on your shoulders William Miles. Your daughter was willing to sacrifice her life to save humanity as it is. I would be there to guide your squabbling, warring people to a greater unity. There is still a chance to save your people. Join her in death and I will survive.��

“You are wrong on a number of things. First and foremost you blind bitch, Desmond is my son and I am proud of all he has done. He… You have sacrificed much in order to save humanity, and this possibility was something that was only very recently found to be the best bet for humanity to survive and be free. Juno would not let you leave the Temple once you entered, which is why we didn’t tell you. That and… Finding the Sword of Eden proved to be difficult. I… I didn’t want to raise your hopes up falsely, son. The world is safe, it is you who will die this day. The Reign of the Precursors has long since come to an end, and you are nothing but a dying shade.” William growled again, twisting the blade and activating it’s ability, forcing the lightening to pulse through Juno, causing her to scream and shatter into thousands of pieces of strange code. He was holding onto Desmond protectively, helping the younger Assassin stay on his feet.

As soon as the last fragments of Juno had vanished, William let the Sword drop to the floor, holding onto Desmond and pulling the other into a tight embrace. “I have been a shitty father, and a poor teacher. But I love you, Desmond. You… You wanted the freedom to fly and run as you pleased… Which is why I did not have the others pursue you as ardently as they could have, after you ran away. There is medical help beyond the door and I will make sure that both the Apple and the Sword will be hidden separately and well. You have done wonderfully, Desmond.”

Desmond knew he had been half-delirious from the pain, couldn’t help the broad grin that appeared on his face. The praise that his father had lavished upon him – and that his father had called him son and stood up to what fancied herself as a goddess to use his chosen pronouns… A small giggle escaped him. “You… You called me son… You… You love me…” He hugged the other back as best as he could, his left hand hurting more than he had ever thought it was possible for it to hurt.

“Of course. You are my son. I never said it enough, and that is a terrible failing on my part. But Desmond.” There was sternness in his father’s tone. Warning and a frown that meant that Desmond was In Trouble. “Do not die on me. Do you hear me? You are stronger than this. I believe in you. We found a way to overcome the Precursors, you will not succumb to their desire to have you dead.”

“… I’ll try, dad. It… It hurts so much.” Desmond responded, realizing that the blackness that had been at his fingertips of his left hand was starting to spread up his arm and he was suddenly so cold… Darkness was starting to eat at the edges of his sight as well, and panic seized him. Desmond had never been able to fully verbalize any of the reasons why he had run from the brotherhood. From his father. No one else was n the room, and as he was pretty sure that he was going to have to disobey Bill’s order about dying, he gave into the impulse that he had been fighting against at different points since his dad had come crashing back into his life. He leaned in closer to William and went up on his tip-toes and kissed the other on his lips. They were alone and as he was probably going to die anyways, he wanted to taste the person he had been fantasizing about since he was fifteen.

“I… I love you too. Jus’ … Not the way that I’m supposed to.” He whispered after the brief kiss, pulling away from his visibly startled father. “… Sorry…” With that, Desmond could not fight the darkness eating at the edges of his vision anymore and passed out in his father’s arms.

Desmond had woken up, of course. In something that looked very much like a hospital room. In a sense, it had been, but it wasn’t from a recognized hospital, but rather the medical ward of one of the few permanent Assassin Bases in Europe. They had flown him in from Italy to wherever he was. He knew that from the helpful – and sarcastic – note that Shaun had left him at his bedside. His blades had been taken from him, but were next to the note on the bedside table. There was an IV attached to his uninjured arm – as well as an explanation as to what the hell was being put into his veins so that he didn’t rip the drip out as soon as he was aware enough to do so.

… Not that Desmond would have done that. Probably. But the precaution and the explanation had been nice. They had kept him bedridden for two weeks – and hadn’t put him in the animus once. Bill had been absent those two weeks, needing to put out metaphorical fires all over the world as the head honcho of the Brotherhood. But Desmond had seen Shaun and Rebecca almost every day, and Shaun had actually been nice to him… Which probably meant that the acerbic Brit had thought that he was at death’s door or something.

He had healed well, and after a couple of awkward and private conversations with his father once they had left the base the two of them had come to an agreement. They would… Explore Desmond’s… Desires for William, carefully. If either of them felt uncomfortable, both would back off, and Desmond would be the one to initiate things of a more intimate nature. Desmond was just glad that Bill hadn’t rejected the notion and locked him up in a mental facility and thrown away the key … Although the Templars probably would have found him sooner or later that way. The fact that his dad was willing to even consider indulging his illicit wants was… It was a marvel that Desmond was quietly grateful for. He just hoped it wasn’t because he had helped to save the world or anything like that as he didn’t want to push the physicality that he wanted from his father if Bill truly didn’t want it.

One train ride where Shaun and Rebecca had flown on ahead to set things up where they had a private sleeping car had served to show that Desmond’s dad was absolutely up for anything that he was, given that after Desmond had kissed Bill again and asked the other to fuck him, William had enthusiastically indulged him. Even with his increased healing ability, some of the marks that the older Assassin had left on him had only just healed by the time they had caught up with Shaun and Rebecca. Not that Desmond had minded wearing the hickeys that Bill had left on his neck.

“I thought that you were going to take a shower as soon as we got in.” Bill called out, waking Desmond from his daydreaming. There was a note of concern in the other’s voice as the older man walked over to him.

“Huh? Oh… I was but… It’s a nice view and I got lost in thought. My own thoughts, not one of the others’ this time.” Desmond responded, knowing that his father was worried about the Bleeding Effect. Whatever Juno had been attempting to do while slowly killing him, it seemed to have stripped Desmond of most of the Bleeding effect. Occasionally he did see people who were hundreds of years dead, or hear the voices of his ancestors’ loved ones… But it was much less often than it had been before he had nearly died.

“I hope those were happy memories you were thinking of. I was able to get Shaun and Rebecca’s room on the other side of the hotel from ours, so that we have privacy. The walls here are rather thin, but so long as we are quiet… If you like, we should be able to indulge in being alone in a room together for more than an hour or so.” Bill remarked, voice dipping into something close to a seductive purr.

Desmond shivered in anticipation, a small smile appearing on his face as he turned to face his dad and moving in closer to the other and pressing a kiss to the other’s lips, humming happily at that “I think they’ll be grateful for that as well… As I saw Rebecca grab a box of condoms and wave them at Shaun with a grin while we were at that convience store this morning. You should have seen the way Shaun flustered. It was really funny. But I saw them kissing a bit after that – not that they saw me.”

Bill scoffed a little and chuckled “I see.  Unfortunately I need to check on a developing situation. A potential descended of Shay Cormac has been found by Abstergo and if they’re able to go through that man’s memories…”

“They… They’ll show his memories as a game, something worse than when they bastardized the memories of Mentor De Grandpere’s life. Neither one of them deserve that.” Desmond responded with a growl, an unhappy frown appearing on his face.

“… You know of who Cormac is… How?” William responded, a rather surprised expression appearing on his face.

“Haytham knew him, and I did see a couple of memories of him as Haytham. I found out more through Connor – he and Aveline found out what happened to the then New World brotherhoods and why when Cormac confronted the two of them after the revolution was over for a couple of years. They… They very nearly came to blows, but Connor looked too much like his father for Shay to be able to strike fatally. Not that he knew who Connor was to his grandmaster at that point.” Desmond explained quietly. “I… I’m gonna have a shower and then see if I want to go swimming. If there’s anything I can do to help…”

“I’ll tell you. Be safe Desmond.”  Bill assured him, watching the younger man leave.

~

Hours found Desmond in his father’s lap, with the other’s fingers deep inside of him, twisting and teasing him as he moaned and gasped into Bill’s shoulder, shuddering at the pleasure that the other was sending through his body. “Ah! D-daddy! P-please! Ngh…I-it feels so g-good!”

“It’s supposed to, my son. I enjoy having my fingers so deep inside of you, the way you clench around me… And the sounds that you make, soft but oh so sweet… There’s a good boy. Let the pleasure take you.” William instructed, voice gentle but firm as he continued to move his fingers in and out of his son, pressing a kiss to the other’s lips.

Desmond continued to writhe and gasp in his father’s lap, his fingers dragging down the other’s back as he tried to keep himself from being too noisy “A-AH! D-dad… Ngh… P-Please!” He was trying to ask the other to fuck him, but every time he tried, more nonsense escaped him instead.

“You’re so wet for your daddy… Hmm… I’m quite flattered. You’re getting close to coming, aren’t you? Then again, I have been teasing you for some time. I’m glad that your stamina in this is improving wonderfully. Not that I mind making you come several times. You make the cutest noises and faces when you come. That’s it… Good boy… Do you want me to fuck you properly, or would you rather I take you with just my fingers?” Bill asked, continuing to tease his son, a playful smirk curling on his lips.

Desmond whimpered and gasped, wanting to plead for the other to fuck him properly, but every time he tried, Bill’s fngers would tease him and he would lose all sense of coherence “I… Daddy… Please! Nghaaah! Want… Want you… Please! Ah…. You’re… so hard… Do-Don’t you want to…?”

“Don’t I want to what, Desmond? Be specific, son.” William instructed with a wicked smirk on his face. His fingers continued to tease and move inside of Desmond, as he patiently waited for the other to respond.

“Fuck me! W-with your cock, d-daddy! Please!” The younger Assassin begged a bit louder than he had meant to, clapping one of his hands over his mouth, a worried expression appearing on his face. The walls of the hotel were concerningly thin, and while there wasn’t anyone in the adjoining rooms, Desmond could not say the same for the hallway.

“Shh, shh. You must remember to be quiet Desmond, but you have been so good so far. If that is what you want, I am happy to indulge you.” Bill purred, gently pushing Desmond away just far enough so that he could undo his belt and pants with one hand, pulling out his rock-hard cock. He had also pulled out a condom and a small bottle of lube from his pants with the hand that currently wasn’t inside of Desmond. He held out both things to the younger man, saying “Unless you’d rather I take my fingers from you, you will need to prepare me, as I do not want you to be sore. This is a reward, not a punishment after all.”

Desmond blushed a little, but nodded eagerly, moaning and nearly dropping both the condom and bottle of lube when bill teased his clit with his thumb. “Y-yes daddy!” He fumbled with the condom and lube for a bit, his father’s very gifted fingers distracting, but he managed to roll the condom onto the other’s cock and slick it up carefully – having remembered to put a bit of lube in the condom to make sure that it didn’t break. Both of them were clean, but neither of them wanted to deal with other potential consequences of their actions, either. Once the other’s cock was properly ready, Desmond scooted closer again, sitting up on his knees as his father’s fingers left him, moaning behind a hand as he slowly sank onto his father’s cock, shuddering and moaning in desire and delight.

“You are so gorgeous and handsome, son. And you feel incredible around me. Move when you are ready… Even though I want to flip us over and fuck you into the mattress, you have been such a good boy, as I promised, tonight is for you.” Bill praised again, pressing loving kisses to the other’s lips and face. This was far from the first time that they had been together, but with Desmond’s healing factor, the other would always be virgin-tight every time, which was one of the reasons why Bill was always very careful when stretching the other for him.

“T-thank you daddy!” Desmond responded with a bright grin, kissing the other back before steadying himself a little. After a couple of moments he put his hands on the other’s shoulders, shifted his knees a little and started to ride the other’s cock, moaning and gasping in time to the rhythm that he was keeping, moaning and gasping every time his father’s cock filled him up completely, a soft whine escaping him when his motions had the other’s cock nearly leaving him entirely.

~

A pleasurable haze of time later, the two of them had finished, showered and were in their bedclothes. Desmond was cuddled into his father’s chest, a small smile appearing on his face. “Thank you. tonight was wonderful.”

“You are welcome, and I thoroughly enjoyed tonight as well.” William responded back earnestly, brushing a finger along one of Desmond’s cheeks tenderly. “We need to sleep – we will have to head off early tomorrow. Cormac’s descendent is in one of three Abstergo facilities and Rebecca can hack into the closest one which will tell us for certain where they are. The closest facility is three days by car.”

“… We save the world and yet the Templars still continue on. But at least we don’t have to deal with Juno.” Desmond responded with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Yes, but the world continuing as it is… Is a good thing. The brotherhood will be able to overcome the Templars, and that… Newly acquired ability of yours should help us find the Pieces of Eden – if you want to go hunting for them. I won’t make you.” Bill responded quietly “… The templars won’t leave you alone, but if you don’t want to kill, I won’t force you to.”

“I… Thanks dad. I want to help the brotherhood. To continue fighting but I… I don’t think I can kill. I… I hesitate too much and that will get me killed. But I’m pretty good at getting people to talk to me. As a good bartender should be able to get his patrons to become chatty and sociable so that they’ll drink and stay longer.” Desmond responded, a determined expression appearing on his face.

“I will keep that in mind. Thank you, Desmond.” Bill responded. The two of them talked about nothing much for a little while longer before falling asleep.