Extra: Chapter 3

Three days had passed since Desmond and Shaun helped each other get warm on that memorable adventure. Unfortunately for Shaun, nothing had happened since then. Desmond acted like he didn't even remember how he had begged to be ploughed by the historian. Shaun understood that the young assassin could be embarrassed—after all, when they returned to their hideout, Desmond's pants were soaked with Shaun's cum leaking out of his ass. It took them a lot of time to divert the girls and help Desmond to the toilet. Once they did, Desmond slammed the door right in Shaun's face. That was their last encounter. Since then, Desmond did his best to avoid Shaun the moment they were alone or when he was done with his work in the Animus. It pained Shaun. He still acted like a total jerk toward Desmond, but it was stronger than him. Besides, if he suddenly started acting kinder, Becky and Lucy would surely notice something was off. Not that he minded, but he thought that Desmond was a shy guy and didn't want to embarrass him more than necessary.

"Gosh, I am so tired," Desmond's voice sounded behind Shaun as he got out of the Animus.

"Oh yes. Because spending the whole day lying on the couch is such hard work..." The historian couldn't stop himself and regretted it immediately when he saw the pained look on Desmond's face.

"Stupid nerd," Desmond muttered under his breath as he walked out of the room.

"Couch Assassin," Shaun threw at him, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying more.

"You are a real jerk, you know that, right, Shaun?" Lucy looked at him angrily.

"Maybe you should let out some of those emotions building up in you... because you're boiling," Becky had that strange smile on her face and winked, but neither of the other two knew what she was talking about.

"Whatever. Just apologise to him and stop picking a fight every time you see him," Lucy said in a tone that sounded too serious to be taken as a joke.

Shaun sighed and stood up. He walked to Desmond's room and knocked. What should he say? "Hi, sorry for fucking you up—both mentally and physically"? Or maybe something like "Hey, let's have make-up sex"? Well... he'd love to have that.

"Hey, Desmond? Sorry about earlier... I didn't mean to offend you..." He knocked again but was met with a long silence.

He sighed again and walked back to his computer to work on some entries. Shaun spent lots of time there, and when he finally ended his work for the day, he was the only person in the room, long after midnight. He yawned and stood up, walking to the kitchen to make some tea. He didn't even realise when Desmond walked in and appeared right behind him.

"What? Planning on getting even fatter?" Shaun tried to play it cool after seeing him, but a moment later he was pushed into the wall so hard he lost his breath. Desmond was holding Shaun's sweater and pinning him to the wall.

"Are you out of your mind?" Shaun hissed but stopped after seeing Desmond's eyes—they looked angry but also pained and lost. Desmond pushed him even harder against the wall. Their bodies were so close that Shaun could feel his warmth through their clothes. He felt Desmond's breath on his chin and couldn't help but look at those lovely lips parting with angry breaths and that totally fuckable scar on his mouth.

"It's all your fault! Why are you doing this to me?!" Desmond sounded angry, but Shaun was a bit lost in his fantasies and didn't catch what he was saying.

"Hm?" He murmured absentmindedly.

That made Desmond even angrier.

"Listen to me when I'm talking!" Desmond pushed his body against Shaun's and put his right knee between the other man's legs.

"I am listening, but I hear no talking. What's your problem?!"

"What's my problem? You want to know WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?! Every time I look at you, I get a hard-on! Every time Ezio visits Leonardo and flirts with him, I think about you! Every moment I try to masturbate, I need to fucking think about your hand around my cock and in my ass! THAT IS MY PROBLEM! And after destroying me like that, you're still making fun of me! What have I done to you that you hate me so much?!" Maybe it was Shaun's imagination, but he thought there were tears in Desmond's eyes.

Shaun was moved by everything he heard from Desmond. So he didn't hate it... he was just embarrassed and lost. He probably thought that Shaun was making fun of him and that he disliked him. So... the boy cared? And what's more important, he wanted him... desired him. Suddenly, Shaun felt his body heating up, especially down in his pants. He gulped loudly and licked his lips, looking at the young assassin with dark need in his eyes.

"Are you listening to me...?" Desmond asked, still angry but less confident after seeing the look in the older man's eyes. He tried to take a step back but realised that Shaun's strong hands held him by the waist. How the hell was this computer geek so strong?!

"Shaun?" he sounded worried.

"Desmond Miles. You've faced so many dangers till now, and yet you still deny facts and run from them," Shaun brought the younger man closer and looked lovingly into his eyes.

"I know I act like a total ass sometimes... but I was worried that if I changed my way of talking to you, the girls would suspect something, and then you'd get embarrassed and feel troubled. Besides, you're younger and... and well... I'm 'just' some glasses-wearing computer geek. When I realised my feelings for you, I was kind of worried that you'd cast me aside or get scared and run away. And I did not want that to happen," he sighed.

When Shaun ended his monologue, Desmond looked kind of brainless—watching him with wide eyes, his face and ears redder than tomatoes.

"You... you've fallen for me? I... I thought you were joking..." His voice trembled.

"Joking?!"

"Yeah... When I asked you about it, you went completely silent, and after returning, you acted like a total jerk... so everything went back to normal, and I felt stupid," Desmond's eyes dropped as he bowed his head a little to hide his embarrassment.

Suddenly, Desmond felt Shaun's fingers under his chin, lifting his face to look into the eyes behind the glasses. There was a wide, lustful smile on Shaun's mouth.

"You have no idea, Des, how happy I am to hear all of that. Not only were you worried, but you also get off thinking about me. It seems that if words can't make you understand how I feel about you, then I should show you through your body," his voice was low and had a dark edge that made Desmond's body tremble as heat travelled from his stomach to his pants.

The dark-haired boy wanted to say something, but his mouth was sealed by Shaun's lips as soon as he spoke. At first, the kiss was delicate and subtle, as if the glasses-wearing guy wasn't sure if he would be punched or stabbed with a hidden blade. But when Desmond closed his eyes and leaned closer with a little sigh that died in Shaun's mouth, the kiss turned hotter, more urgent, and more passionate. In a few moments, Des's back was pinned to the wall on the other side of the kitchen, and Shaun's hands were sliding under his t-shirt.