He sighed, leaning on the wall, trying to fit into the little shady spot left by an overhanging tree. The sun was glaring at him, mocking him. Sweat sheened his body under his clothes, but it was far too humid for it to evaporate away. This was a hot day.

It would not have been so bad, he decided, if he had remembered to grab something cold to drink. He shook his head ruefully and turned, scrambling up and over the wall, his gloved hands finding grips on the rough stones easily. Once he was on the other side, it was a matter of one graceful leap and catch to get himself up into the tree. He climbed high, he pointed boots an asset to him, not a hindrance. Anyone else would have been fumbling, but not him! No, not clever Cicero.

He hunkered down, surveying the land on the other side of the fence. The Listener, he decided, was playing with him. And it was not a game Cicero wanted to play! No! No! Though he revered the Listener as Mother's chosen without question, the silly little Elf was not taking her role seriously! Not at all! In fact, she was avoiding the contract. Again. This troubled and annoyed him greatly.

He sighed, taking his hat off and mopping his brow before plunking it back on to wait again. He liked Riften. There was always something exciting going on here. Looking around brought a tiny smile to his face. The Listener was down in the Thieves Den, and had left poor Cicero up in the graveyard. Not that he minded the graves, oh no! He vastly preferred this to the stink of the Ragged Flagon.

Amber eyes darted around, catching sight of many. No one could see him, he was certain! He was far too clever for that. His eyes lingered on a window and he sit up a little straighter as his jaw dropped. There was a naked woman in that house! She turned from the window, her skin glistening with sweat, and his eyes widened a bit more. A man was with her. They were… together.

Cicero looked away, turning his head to force his eyes away from the scene. It was not his business that they did not pull their curtains or shut their window! Her first moan drifted across to his ears and he bit his lip. He should not… could not… could he? His head slowly turned back, his eyes wandering as he resisted the urge. The flicked up and down and side to side, but returned to the window just the same.

As the scene unfolded for his sharp, attentive gaze, he swallowed, his breath catching in his throat. He yelled at himself silently, giving himself strict orders to get down out of the tree and lean on the wall again. Shutting his eyes, he moved to do just that.

But she moaned again. His eyes snapped open and he settled back. They had left the window open, right? Perhaps they would not mind the lonely assassin in the tree. It was too late, even if they did mind. The woman was against the wall, sliding her hands over her lover.

Something touched his leg, and he looked down and blinked at his own hand. When had he moved? He looked back up at the couple and slid that hand slowly from his knee to his thigh, enjoying the feel of pressure. It had been quite a while, as he spent all of his time running between his duties as the Keeper and following the Listener around. He would never admit this, but he rather preferred it when she left him in the Sanctuary.

The couple moved, and he pressed harder on his thigh, straining his ears for the pleasured sounds the woman was making. Lifting his hand, he slid it down his neck slowly, the skin prickling up as a pleasant shiver ran through him. He took a deep break, gripping the branch below him, and slid his hand into his tunic. His skin was supple and the fabric of the glove felt good, very good. Moving his hand in a bit more, he slid his fingers across his nipple, taking a sharp breath as a bolt of pleasure shot through him.

Cicero's loins began that pleasant ache that he so enjoyed. He flicked his fingers back and forth over his nipple, nibbling his lip. The couple before him continued on, and he felt his member pressing urgently at the fabric containing it. He shook his head, his eyes never leaving the window. No, he could not do that in a tree… he could not! Could he?

His senses heightened and he shifted onto the branch beside him, his feet braced on one below, his back against another. Now both hands were free. Free to roam his body as he bit his lip to keep himself quiet. No sense in alerting anyone to his presence. The new position allowed him to slip his newly freed hand into the top of his pants. He tickled at his hair, a tiny smile wisping across his lips. The couple were still teasing each other.

He moved his hand down the front of his thigh and gripped the top of his leg, the bulge beside it becoming increasingly hard. The hand in his shirt pinched and rolled his nipple. Watching the couple in the window move across a bit to the bed, still in clear view, he changed hands. Playing with his other nipple almost absently, he slid his dominant hand down into his pants.

He did not bother with the top of that thigh, but slid his fingers deftly over his swollen member, closing his eyes briefly as the fabric from the glove raced across the sensitive skin. He pulled both hands free and unlaced the top of his pants. Freeing his member to the slight breeze, he grasped it firmly and took a sharp breath as pleasure assailed him. His other hand returned to his chest, sliding up and down slowly, sensually.

His erection grew harder, and he give it a light stroke, biting his lip and whimpering. Lifting his hand from there, he pulled his glove off with his teeth. That would keep his mouth busy. Nibbling away at the black fabric, he returned his hand to his manhood and squeezed it lightly. He watched the couple with his intense eyes, and began to slowly slide his hand up and down his shaft.

It felt so good! The head demanded his attention, and he rolled his other hand across it, making his hips buck with pleasure. His breathing was loud in his ears, but he no longer cared. He increased his speed, the tip glistening now with the clear fluid that he used to ease the movement of his hand.

The woman's moans made him quiver, his abs tightening as she grew louder. He huffed, his hand tightening on his engorged member. He felt his face flush, a tiny moan escaping him. He tweaked his nipples and grunted, dragging his hand over his chest. The pleasure was intense.

He increased his speed again, the sound of his hand moving rapidly over his shaft raising to his ears. Three sounds were driving him on: his own panting, the skin on skin, and the woman's lusty moans. His eyes were locked, unable to look away as the couple finished each other. When they laid down, he shut his eyes, reliving the moment in his mind, his hand moving as fast as he could make it.

He was so, so close…. There! The first itching tickle of intense pleasure began at the base of his erection and quickly, with his hand, moved up. When he crossed his palm down it, it went from spark to flame, and he groaned lightly, his head falling backward as a shudder ran through him. His hips bucked again and his hot, sticky seed burst from him. He opened his eyes and looked at himself as the second, third, and fourth spurts fell away into the leaves beneath him.

He took in a slow, deep breath and licked his lips, moving his hand up and down once more, squirming as he overloaded his own senses. He looked back at the couple and smiled, putting his glove back on and tucking himself back into his pants. He felt so much better. Lacing himself all up again, he slid languidly from the tree. His Listener would be back from laying with her thieving lover soon, and then… then he had work to do. But he tingled still, and he no longer cared that she was annoying.