Now He Knows – ShaunDes
And so Desmond stood in front of Shaun and poured out his heart's content; how he felt for him, what he thought of him...
"Shaun, I can't go on like this. It's too much. I have to tell you."
Desmond took a deep breath. "I love you, Shaun. I have loved you for a very long time, yet it seems such a short time. I've been paining, yearning, hoping for you, and I have wanted you for so long. I've learned from the mistakes of Altaïr and Yusuf, and I can't bring myself to repeat their mistakes. You mean too much to me, you matter too much.
"When I was in the Animus, and later in the Blackroom with Sixteen, I thought so much about you, and I was afraid I'd lose you. I was afraid I'd end up like Clay, and that you would never know. I was scared because I thought I would end up without the capability of letting you know how I feel and that I would just end up having those thoughts and feelings locked up in my head."
Then he apologized to the Brit, before turning his back on him.
"I'm sorry," Desmond said as he covered his mouth, shocked over what he had just confessed to. He had to get away.
And now he knows.
Desmond walked away…
Then he felt the softer, paler hand of the historian grab his own calloused one and spin him around. Before he could comprehend what was going on, before he could even start to think about what he saw in Shaun's eyes the mere second he saw them, the historian's lips were on his. They were soft and warm and everything he'd even wanted.
He was utterly lost in Shaun.
Shaun was just as lost in Desmond as Desmond was in him. He had wanted for so long to feel those lips against his own, and now he couldn't believe he finally did it.
The feeling of the scarred lips against his own was the best feeling he could ever recall, and so much better than he ever dared hope for.
The tongue sneaking past his lips, battling for dominance, mapping out the inside of his mouth, tasted better than he had ever dreamt of; he'd give up his beloved tea if he could just taste Desmond like this every day.
The scarred lips that moved to suck on his earlobe before moving to his jawline, leaving a wet trail of saliva in its wake, was something he never wanted to clean off.
And when Desmond's hands moved down to start unbuckling his belt and undoing his trousers, Shaun helped him, before removing his sweater and shirt; his glasses miraculously still staying on, though askew.
Desmond did not mind that at all; he only found it more attractive. Seeing Shaun come undone in front of him; naked, a trail of saliva on his jawline and glasses askew; Desmond would forever treasure that moment.
But he would not dwell on it now; that he would save for later. Right now he had the historian all to himself, and he would enjoy every moment of it.
He let his calloused hands run over Shaun's smooth, pale chest, which was hairless, apart from a trail leading down to his cock. He let his hands slide around to the back, sneaking them inside the Brit's boxers before cupping his ass and ripping said underwear apart. Wasting no time, he took Shaun's cock into his hand, making his gasp.
Shaun had to wonder how he would survive the shagging, if Desmond's hand was any indication. God, how perfectly tight he would feel around Shaun's cock... Because of course Shaun would be the fucker, not the fuckee - even though Desmond's physically stronger - there was no way Shaun would let Desmond shag him, not just yet. He would enjoy shagging him, because he - unlike Desmond - actually knew what he was doing. And being their first time together, he refused to let it be ruined by some clumsy, dim-witted American, even if he loved said dim-witted American.
Which he would have to tell soon - Desmond had confessed his love after all - because he didn't think that this act would let the ex-bartender fully understand the debts of his feeling.
They were soon lost in the heat and passion of the moment.
Tongues battled for dominance, clothes were strewn everywhere and limbs tangled together as they fell down to the floor.
Jaws, nipples and collarbones were bitten, suckled and licked, fingers tangled in hair and hips thrusted.
Heavy pants mingled with moans and whispered names were the only sounds to fill the air.
Shaun's hands scraped down Desmond's back, leaving red marks in their wake.
Then Desmond began kissing his way down Shaun's chest and stomach.
He reached the start of the trail of hairs.
He reached the hips.
He reached the cock.
And when he reached the cock, he licked it from base to head, following the vein.
Shaun arched his back and tried his best not to thrust up.
It was even harder to resist when Desmond took him into his mouth and started fondling his balls.
Shaun had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out loud when Desmond took him as deep as he could.
He felt that if the other man kept up what he was doing with that talented mouth of his, he wouldn't be able to last for long.
Maybe Desmond sensed that, for he stopped sucking him and moved up to kiss him again.
They moaned in unison at their mingling tastes.
Then Shaun flipped them over, so that he was on top this time.
This time it was Shaun's back that got red marks on them.
Knowing they couldn't go on like that, Shaun managed to get up and dragged Desmond with him into his bedroom.
He pushed Desmond down on the bed, ordered him to get on all fours, got lube and condoms out from his drawer and climbed back into bed.
Wasting no time, Shaun put on the condom and started lubing up his fingers so he could prepare Desmond.
Nothing could prepare Desmond for the feeling of having fingers stuck up his ass.
It didn't hurt, but it wasn't pleasant either. It was just really strange to have something up there.
Shaun began scissoring his fingers, and then added a third one.
Desmond felt Shaun remove his fingers, and he felt and unexplainable loss.
It didn't last long though, for Desmond soon felt Shaun's cock at his entrance.
Inch by inch it entered him, until Shaun was buried inside him to the hilt.
They stayed like that, until the burning sensation inside Desmond had faded enough for him to tolerate it.
He moved back against Shaun, signaling that he was ready.
Shaun wasted no time, so he pulled almost all the way out, before burying his cock into that tight heat again and again and again.
Barely keeping himself together enough to form a rhythm, he thrusted harder and faster.
Before long, he hit Desmond's prostate, making the man under him whimper and moan.
"Shaun!" was the sound within the moan.
So Shaun reached around Desmond and started fisting his cock in time with the thrusting.
Neither man would hold on for much longer, and Shaun wanted Desmond to come first, so he sped up the rhythm of the thrusting and fisting.
Desmond could feel the heat in his stomach and knew he was seconds away from release.
Then Shaun hit his prostate just right, and Desmond came, shouting Shaun's name as the cum spurted from his cock and his ass clamped around Shaun's cock.
Shaun felt Desmond's tight little hole clamp down around his cock, and when he heard the other man shout his name, he came himself.
Shaun screamed out Desmond's name mixed with swears and curses as his hips stuttered and he collapsed on top of the other man.
Hours and hours later, when they were thoroughly sated - for the time being, they lay in each other's arms, just reveling in the marvel of having another person there.
Kisses were shared, hopes and dreams were shared and underneath it all was the unspoken hope that they would share those dreams and hopes together.
As they drifted closer and closer to sleep, Desmond could hear Shaun talk to him, telling him of his feelings.
"About what you said before Desmond, I… I love you too. I don't know when I realized it, it just dawned on me one day that you meant so much more to me than I could ever imagine. I used to watch you when you were in the Animus; I used to be confused when I looked at you. In the beginning, I disliked you purely because you were so special, but it was without reason, and it was because I was, in a way, jealous of you, even though I love my job.
"Then, I started to have feelings for you, and I became conflicted. I found I couldn't resist it any longer, and I gave in and accepted that I loved you, and I had also accepted that there would be no hope for us, for how could you care for me when I had been nothing but mean and ignorant towards you?" Shaun took a breath and continued.
"I wholeheartedly regret my behavior towards you, and I will continue to make things right to make up for it.
"Not for my own sake, but because I love you and you matter, you really mean so much to me Desmond, you have no idea."
As they fell asleep, they held onto each other as if they feared the other person would slip away forever if they let go for even a split second.
The last thought they both had before they fell asleep was the same one.
'Now he knows.'