Important Author's Note:

Hey, everyone!

So, as you may have noticed, the uploads on this story has become... non-existent. My reason for this is because I have been polishing and uploading this story on another website; Archive Of Our Own. I'm sorry to say this but I will be continuing my work to that website from here on out. It's an overall easier format to upload and really understand. If you are interested in seeing this story through, this will be finished on that website. My name is the same as here so just type in "IsThatATofu" in the search bar to find my profile. This story has been "remade" up to chapter 20 and is featured as my first work. I understand if some of you prefer this website and do not want to come over. I thank you for stopping by and showing support on my two stories. This chapter is an example of the new writing format that will be presented on this story from chapter 21 and forward on Archive Of Our Own.

Thank you for the time here.

-IsThatATofu o/

Chapter 21

The sunlight pierced through the curtains and faintly shined on the bed Sly and Chaz laid on. Chaz woke up after the light found its way to his face, bringing a slight warmth onto it.

"You're finally up." A voice called out from behind him. He put on a gentle smile after the voice finished.

"Good morning, Sly. Since when are you up so early?"

"Since I was blessed with something to wake up to."

"Smooth." Chaz couldn't help but smirk from the comment.

Chaz got up from the bed and stretched out his arms, finishing with a yawn. He perked his up ears after hearing a grunt from the bed. Sly was never a morning person, so for him to wake up early was the mark of a special occasion.

Soon after their usual morning routine, they met up with the gang in the main room. There, Bentley went over the missions for their stay in Holland. Skipping past the typical recon mission, they were to start their thieving with stealing a prized Iceland possession; their team helmet. They wanted to strike fast in Holland because the clock was against them.

By sabotaging the other teams and twisting the truth, it would form a rivalry between teams and give some breathing room in the air for the competition. After getting back into their usual thieving outfits, they set out to meet with Murray outside the Safehouse. They step out the door and are immediately greeted by Murray.

"Hey, pals! You ready for this mission?"

Sly crossed his arms and smirked. "Ready as I'll ever be, Murray."

Chaz stopped out from the door and closed it behind him. "Stealing from my own country is gonna feel great."

Sky picked up on his sarcasm. "Kinda ironic, isn't it?"

"Very."

Murray motioned for the two to follow along with him. Without questioning, they walked behind him and stopped while he was near a manhole cover. Chaz looked at Murray with a disgusted expression.

"Murray… please don't tell me…"

"Sorry. Bentley said that there wasn't any other way that wouldn't get us caught."

"You'll be fine," Sly joined in. "We've all smelt worse."

Chaz gagged after remembering Murray's self proclaimed taco nights.

"Good point."

Murray opened up the hatch to the sewer and the gang all followed him in. The putrid smell of the sewer instantly crept its way into all of their nostrils. They all shared a gag together before helping Murray deploy the boat they would use to maneuver through the waters.

They all hop into the small yellow inflatable boat Bentley somehow packed into a box. Chaz and Sly sat together across from Murray who would be steering them through the sewer system. Murray pushed them though the green murky waters which held a strong scent to it, creating ripples around the boat as the paddles pushed through.

The three eventually found their way under Team Iceland's party house. Chaz and Sly left Murray behind and navigated through the ventilation system and found their way to the entrance of the room.

Sly gently pushed the vent and crawled out. He stood up and offered a hand to Chaz and helped him up. The duo examine the room and notice the mess made from the party the night before. Empty bottles littered the floors, cards were stacked into pyramids in the middle of the walkway, various types of food stained the floor, and most importantly, Team Iceland was out cold.

They snuck their way around the man-made obstacles and to the back of the party house. Their prized trophy felt like it meant very little seeing the protection of the helmet was a pizza box over it. Sly picked it up and examined the helmet.

"Prized possession, huh?"

Chaz watched too. "There's a piece of turkey sticking inside of it."

The two held in their giggle and pocketed the trophy away. Their way out was as easy as their way in and it didn't take long to reunite with Murray. The group began their way back to the surface.

"People from Iceland sure do party hard." Sly said.

"That's a common misconception. Just look at me." Chaz put his thumb to his chest and smiled.

"Your record of dancing with four guys at once doesn't count?"

Chaz gasped and pushed Sly gently. "Having fun and partying until you pass out are two different things.

Murray and Sly laugh at the flustered figure while they make their way back out of the sewer. The light of day came back and the smell finally drifted away from them. Sly dug in his bag for the helmet before tossing it over to Murray.

"You good to plant it on the Belgium plane?"

"Can do pal, can do with a VENGEANCE!" Murray flexed his muscles and roared out before taking off in the opposite direction.

"Wow," Chaz watched as the pink blob disappeared behind in the distance. "He's so optimistic."

"That's our Murray. He sure hasn't changed."

The two wander back to the Safehouse and relax there for Murray and Bentley's return. Half an hour went by and it was used as their free time. Chaz caught up with his book while Sly taught Guru how to play the video game console. It was truly a sight to see.

Once Guru got the hang of the controls, Sly left him alone at the television to play. He walked over and sat besides Chaz who was reading at the meeting table.

Seconds went by and the two have yet to share words with each other. Sly was confused from the silence and questioned their lack of talking. He needed to get his attention.

"Humph." Sly sighed.

"..." Chaz continued to read.

"Huuuuuuuuuh." The noise grew louder.

". . ." Chaz flipped his page.

Sly grew annoyed of the book stealing the focus of his fox and stood up from the chair to get behind him. Sly leaned down and put his head to Chaz's ear.

"Hey." Sly whispered.

"Hi…?"

"Can I steal your attention for a bit?"

"I'm so close to finishing this book Bentley got me. Can you just like… scram?"

Sly frowned at the response and watched as Chaz continued his reading session. It was like they were still friends and the night before meant nothing. He wanted his attention. Wouldn't they want to explore their newly discovered interest? And that's when Sly thought of a way to push the boundaries a bit.

"Wha-?!" Chaz yelped.

Sly gently sucked on Chaz's neck and left a trail of kisses. His mischievous actions rewarded him with a quiet moan. He continued to barrage the figure with kisses.

"Sly… please…"

"Now you're begging?"

"N-no… Just let me read…"

Sly took his hand and gently slid it down Chaz's shirt before rubbing the fur around his chest. Chaz had no choice but to put the book page down on the table.

"That's no fun."

"It was for me!" Chaz grew annoyed.

The door in front of them opened up. Murray and Bentley cane moving through the day with smiles on their faces.

"We're back!" Murray yelled out.

The duo who turn their head to Sly and Chaz on the table. They caught Sly with his hand still down Chaz's shirt. Chaz had a nonchalant face while Sly was surprised with the sudden entrance.

"Uh…" Bentley questioned.

"I'm just trying to read." Chaz picked up the book and continued where he left off.

"Heh," Sly yanked his hand out of his shirt and smiled. "I was just…"

The other two began to laugh at the scene before them.

"Let him finish the book, Sly." Bentley rolled over to the table and placed down one of his contraptions. "One should never be bothered during literature time."

"Thank you, Bentley."

End of chapter 21