Chapter Three

"My goodness! What are you three doing?" Edward asked as he looked at his relatives.

His ancestor, Altair, was lying down on the couch with both of his descendants, Desmond and Ezio, on top of him in such a manner where one would think wrong of it. And that's what Edward was doing thinking wrong of it.

"Sitting on top of Altair," Desmond answered innocently.

"That I could tell Desmond," Edward said.

"Then why'd you ask?" Desmond said as Edward sighed.

"Never mind," Edward said as he shook his head at his descendant's cluelessness.

"What does it look like we're doing?" Ezio said as Edward rolled his eyes.

Edward walked out of the living room and left his family to themselves. Desmond looked down at Altair while arms from behind him wrapped around his waist. The youngest assassin's hands went around Altair's belt and a smirk spread across his lips.

"You're not innocent at all Desmond," Altair said as his fingers curled into Desmond's hoodie.

"Taint me," Desmond said as Altair and Ezio grinned.

"Gladly," Ezio said.

The younger assassin smirk grew and he reached down to plant a kiss on Altair's tempting lips. Meanwhile Altair's hands were going down Ezio's pants. Ezio grinned and curled his fingers around Desmond's belt. The three assassins were completed enchanted by one another and in world of themselves.

Shawn and Rebecca entered the living room with Starbucks coffee in their hands. They were laughing among themselves quietly. But they immediately stopped their liveliness as they saw the scene on the couch in the living room. Shawn's coffee fell out of his hands and created a mess on the tiles while Rebecca's coffee barely stayed locked in her grasp.

"What in the bloody hell is going on?" Shawn said as the three assassins barely looked up.