Other Fan Fiction ❯ Nocturnal Admission ❯ One-Shot

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Constantly trying to stay one step ahead of Abstergo and the other Templers, it was no surprise when the four had to move to a safer hideout from time to time, if even simply to throw off any potential threats tracking them. However, this sometimes created less than ideal situations for them because they could not find the space they needed. The latest hideout found Lucy, Rebecca, Shaun, and Desmond feeling quite cramped.

'Baby' and their other equipment occupied the main room of the apartment-like living quarters they were currently using. There was a small kitchen at least so they could prepare food, and Shaun could make his tea, but the remaining two, smaller rooms were hardly big enough to even be called bedrooms. The girls shared one of these while the other was left for Shaun and Desmond.

Shaun felt like a sardine, even though this place reminded him a bit of the flat he grew up in back in England. At least then, he was with family.

When he discovered he would be having to share a bed with Desmond, he seemed furious. He sat brooding at his computer while continuing to sort through and catalogue any helpful information that Ezio's memories could provide for them. He had started the moment they had gotten into their hideout and he continued to haunch over the keyboard while he worked even after Desmond and Lucy had eventually retired.

Rebecca had nodded off at her own computer briefly before jerking awake again and deciding that it was time to call it a night. With a mighty stretch, she pulled herself to her feet and yawned.

"Shaun?.. Why don't you go get some rest. Desmond is sleeping anyway, so there's no new information to get right now."

The Brit glowered at his computer screen, trying to deny the fact that he couldn't see straight anymore. "Yes, how good it is that Desmond is asleep yet again.. Well, unlike him, I know that there is bloody work to be done around here and it seems like I'm the only one pulling his arse around here in getting it done! The Templars could be out there right now saying 'sod it!' to tracking us down and focusing more on finding the pieces of Eden and they sure as fuck wouldn't be wasting a fucking minute laying around!!" His voice sounded very strained and very tired as he told his cohort off.

Blinking a bit at the verbal assault, she furrowed her brow angrily.

"Look, I'm way too tired to be dealing with your shit right now. Stop being a pissy, little dick and go get some sleep already." Rebecca grumbled under her breath as she shoved in her chair, "You act worse than a spoiled two year old when you're overtired.."

"I'm not sleeping in there with him."

Turning her head to stare at him, the brunette rolled her eyes to the ceiling and threw her hands up incredulously, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me.. And where the hell do you plan on sleeping? In Baby? You'll be useless to us when you wake up. Now get the fuck into bed or I might just get Lucy to help me shoot a tranquillizer dart into your neck and leave you on the floor."

Still muttering to herself, Rebecca strode away to the bathroom before slipping into her shared bedroom and shutting the door behind her.

Shaun wouldn't admit aloud that she was probably right, but he could no longer ignore he was sinking lower and lower in his chair and was in danger of oozing onto the floor. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes with his free hand and let out a soft sigh of defeat. Maybe it would be okay if he got a little sleep after all. He had been going for nearly 36 hours already and all the typos he was making was just creating more work for him in the end.

Pushing away from the glow of the screen, he saved his current work and dragged himself into a standing position. Every muscle in his body seemed to ache and his spine felt like it had turned into a pretzel at some point in time. The allure of real bed and a good night's rest sounded much more tempting now.

When he slipped into the room, he could hear the soft, breathy snores coming from the other man, but Shaun could only frown when he saw Desmond sprawled across the entire mattress. With a sigh, he stripped off his sweater vest and shirt, then removed his shoes and slacks before trying to get into bed with his boxer shorts.

Desmond lay at a diagonal, his legs and lower torso encroaching upon Shaun's side of the bed. A little more roughly than he had intended, Shaun gave his bedmate a shove. The other's body moved, but Desmond remained completely dead to the world.

"Prat.." he grumbled while sliding into the covers.

Setting his glasses upon a small nightstand, he made himself comfortable upon his side with his back to the younger man and let out a soft breath of relaxation. The cares of the world began to melt slowly as he drifted off to sleep.

It could not have been much time after when Shaun was awoken abruptly by a flailing limb from his bedmate. Out of exhaustion and anger at his rest being disturbed, he shoved the offending arm off and back in the direction of its owner before trying to get back to sleep. Desmond shifted beside him with a breathy sigh and began to draw closer.

Irritation levels began to rise when he could feel the younger man touching him, but the warmth radiating off his body was enough to keep him placated for now. Eyes opened to angry slits in the darkness when Shaun felt Desmond cuddle closer until he was now spooning with him.

'Just ignore him, Shaun.. Just ignore him and try to sleep. You can tell him off tomorrow.'

With brows furrowed, he closed his eyes once more in search of rest, trying to put the hot breath upon his neck into the back of his mind. It was working well enough... until the noises began. The would-be Assassin let out a soft moan that did not sound like it was from mere sleep.

Arms wound around the Brit's body and Desmond nuzzled his neck. Brown orbs shot open instantly as he felt a growing erection pressing into his rear and Shaun readied a punishing fist to be delivered into the other's face, but was thrown off by a wandering hand sliding in between his thighs.

".. La mia bella.." Desmond murmured in his sleep while he continued to caress the elder. "Il mio tesoro... Il mio amore.."

Heat rushed to Shaun's face as he tried to suppress both his growing arousal at being touched and the rage that he was being mistaken for some Italian whore, most likely thanks to Ezio's libido. Who was to say that the bleeding effect couldn't spill into Desmond's subconsious after all? Shaun certainly hadn't thought about it affecting dreams before.

"... Lascia che ti amo, il mio amato uno... Shaun..."

There was a mental record scratching as he unmistakably heard his name being whispered so lustfully amidst the Italian sweet nothings. Just what the fuck was going on inside Desmond's head?!

Uncoordinated and sloppy kisses pressed against his neck while the sleep molestation continued. Shaun let a soft groan escape as a gentle hand stroked his covered hardness. Desmond rocked his hips against the copper haired man, sounding close to completing his nocturnal emission already when his already clumsy limbs grew heavy and began to still as he started to drift back into a deeper sleep.

Summoning his new found arousal induced energy, Shaun wrestled out of Desmond's grasp and turned over to grab him by the front of his T-shirt. He gave the other a none too gentle shake, causing the brunet to give a loud snort as he awoke.

Desmond's chocolate eyes rolled in his skull for a moment in his sleepy confusion before he grabbed Shaun by the wrist.

"..Wha issit?.." Only now did he realize he was painfully hard as well and felt his face start to color.

Shaun hissed in a low, dangerous tone, "If you don't fucking finish what you started, mate, the Templers will be the least of your worries because I'll bloody well kill you myself!"

Desmond blinked owlishly as he tried to comprehend, but the Brit helped him out.

"Fuck. Me. NOW."

He shot up, a bundle of nerves now as he watched Shaun roll over onto his stomach and pull his boxers down. Following his lead, Desmond yanked his own underwear off to his mid thigh.

"Uh, er.. Don't we need lube or something?"

"Check the drawer."

A haphazard search of the nightstand drawer turned up a small tube of lotion, not like it was that much of a surprise for most males to have. Desmond squeezed some into his hand and smoothed it over himself before bringing his hand to Shaun's buttocks, but the man growled slightly.

"Just do it already! Thanks to your sleep wanking, I'm too hard to wait any longer."

A flush of embarrassment crossed the younger's face at that, but he quickly moved into position over Shaun and carefully lined himself up before pressing inside. Shaun grit his teeth and groaned, but his body accepted the thick intrusion with each inch that slide into it until Desmond found himself, at last, seated balls deep.

The Assassin in training trembled as he relished being surrounded by the impossibly snug heat until he heard an angry, "Fucking move!" growled out from beneath him.

An unsteady rhythm began before Desmond found his stride. Shaun angled his hips up and hissed with each thrust until just the right spot was hit that had him seeing stars.

"Fuck!.. Right there!.."

Desmond was willing to please and aimed his pounding into the welcoming hole. He gripped Shaun's sides tightly, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust forward while they both tried to remain as quiet as possible, lest the girls overheard. Shaun, meanwhile, had clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut tight while he worked his own neglected erection over.

"H-harder.."

"Shit... Shaun.. I don't know how much longer I can last."

As much as he wanted to make a snide remark about Desmond's staying power, Shaun found himself in a very similar position. His wrist jerking frantically with face buried into a pillow to muffle the sound, Shaun began to make a soft keening noise low in his throat.

Desmond felt his testicles drawing upward, preparing for release, and began to thrust wildly. Beads of sweat dotted his flesh from his efforts. With just a few more snaps of his hips, the American came with strained groan.

"Ffffffuck.... Ah, Shaun..."

Molten heat poured into his body, giving him the last push he needed, and Shaun fell over the edge into ecstasy. Milky jets of his essence shot across the sheets and his fist while his strokes slowed to a stop. Desmond waited until he was sure he had finished emptying himself before pulling his softening erection free and collapsing beside his partner, both still panting heavily in their afterglow.

Unfortunately, the wonderful fog of need and lust dissipated within their minds, giving them the moment of clarity to assess what had just transpired. The younger of the two tried to avert his eyes while he fixed his underwear, unsure what to say after their spontaneous moment of intimacy.

Shaun turned his head to regard the other man quietly even through the mix of darkness and poor eyesight.

"... Well, can't say that was the best I've ever had, but it got the job done."

Desmond's jaw dropped. "You were the one that woke me up for it, you asshole!" he said in an angry whisper.

"And you were the one trying to rape me in your sleep, but I think we've come past that now." Shaun tiredly tugged his boxers back up into a more comfortable position. "Don't think that this means I'm going to be some lovesick git over you now."

"Jeez, you're still a total dick even after getting laid."

Desmond rolled over grumpily and shut his eyes again when he felt Shaun shift and an arm slid over around his torso.

"You're an insufferable prat, Desmond..... But thank you."

After a pause, the would-be Assassin gently reached down and rested his hand over Shaun's, interlacing their fingers in a tender gesture.

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"Where's Shaun? I thought he would have been up and out here first thing this morning after all his pissing and moaning he was doing last night." Rebecca sipped her coffee while sitting at her computer.

Lucy was just finishing up some yogurt she had grabbed for breakfast while taking notice of the definite lack of their fourth member. Desmond flinched, thankfully with his back to the girls as he tried to finish preparing a cup of tea just how Shaun had liked it.

"Is he still asleep, Desmond?"

He turned and offered a sheepish sort of grin, "He, uh, isn't feeling that good today so I think he's going to rest. I was going to bring him some tea at least."

Excusing himself, he slipped back into the bedroom and pulled a bottle of aspirin out of his hoodie pocket while setting the tea down upon the night stand. Shaun, however, was laying awake and looking ready to strangle someone. Namely Desmond.

"I got some aspirin for you too."

"Brilliant.."

A constant, painful throb bloomed through Shaun's lower back at each movement he made, the troublesome price of his impatience the previous night. He tossed a few pills into his mouth and swallowed them down with a bit of tea. With a look of disgust crossing his face, he looked at the offending cup, then to the younger male.

"How you were a bartender and yet you manage to cock-up a simple cup of tea, I'll never know. Now go get your arse back into the Animus. We have work to do."

"So what are you going to do? I can't see you sitting in here all day doing nothing."

"Of course not. That's what laptops are for. And right now, I don't think I could be sat around much anywhere today."

Desmond began to smirk slightly, "I don't remember you complaining about that last night."

A pillow went flying towards him, which he managed to dodge as he beat a hasty retreat. A short, angry tirade followed him, all courtesy of Shaun.

"Just bring me my laptop and get into the Animus, you fucking tosser!"