As his hands grasped the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head, it occurred to Desmond that this was the first real shower he's had in months. On the good days back when Abstergo still held him captive, and when the exhaustion of re-living Altair's memories didn't call him straight to bed, the most he could manage was a quick scrub with a washcloth.

Even though Lucy had assured him he had as much time as he needed, the steps he had taken into the center of the bathroom were hurried. This was the only bathroom, after all, and there was no telling if somebody was going to need it. One slow, lazy pull was all he needed to finish tugging the shirt all the way off and toss it down to join his hoodie in a crumpled heap on the floor, brown eyes surveying the rather cramped bathroom with a raised eyebrow. The hideout was in a giant freaking warehouse, so why was the bathroom so damn small? Though.. Desmond found that it was rather growing on him. The sense of nostalgic comfort he got from it was not unlike how he perceived Altair and Ezio to feel when they were hiding in a cart of hay.

If the ex-assassin were to look back on it, he would have come to the conclusion that the feeling of security was what made him forget to lock the door.

Desmond shifted his body to comfortably kick off his shoes, wincing when they gave an annoying squeal as the rubber rubbed against the tile. Nimble hands went to the button of his pants, and it wasn't long before the baggy jeans and his pale blue briefs followed the shirt to the floor. The brunette shuddered as the semi-cold air danced over his now fully nude body, the muffled padding of his feet the only sound in the room as he entered the shower. After a pause, his hazel gaze looking over the valves in an effort to figure out how to use the damn thing, Desmond took a figurative leap off faith and reached out to slowly turn the right knob.

Evidently, from the icy blast of water that knocked any and all air out of him, that was the wrong choice.

"Holy /shit/!"

His body instantly jolted into action, free hand turning on the left valve while his other turned the right until the water gushing out of the pipes was heated in such a way that his tense muscles slowly began to relax. A quiet, content sigh left his mouth as he tilted his head into the spray of water, tongue darting out to lap up the metallic-tasting drops as they collected on his lips. A few minutes of simply soaking in the delicious water passed by before he decided to wash his hair, letting a sliver of chestnut peek through partially shut eye-lids to search for the tell-tale bottle of shampoo. When he finally found it, the soon-to-be assassin couldn't help but let out a groan. He could tell it belonged to one of the girls just from the swirly, pink label. And, to think Desmond had been counting on at least /one/ male shampoo due to Shaun's presence. With a spark of annoyance, he suspected that the British man had more than likely removed it after he had figured out Desmond was going to shower. Another sigh, and the Miles boy resigned himself to picking up and squeezing the bottle until a decent amount of clear liquid pooled into the palm of his hand. Mere seconds was all it took for the sickeningly sweet smell of vanilla to hit his nose as he massaged the shampoo into his scalp. The girly aroma took some getting used to, but overall, he was surprised to find that it actually felt quite nice. Once his head was fully lathered, Desmond angled it into the running water, fingers running through his short hair until the last bit of suds dripped down into the drain. More interested in getting clean than if he was going to smell 'fruity' or not, the brunette reached for the nearest bottle of body wash and squeezed the liquid onto the cloth he had luckily found hanging on the shower door. He felt his nose wrinkle as the strong scent of strawberries assaulted his senses, lips curving downwards in the tiniest of frowns. Mentally, Desmond was wishing that it could have been something like green apple instead. At least that was a /little/ manly. He scrubbed at his chest and arms first, moving further south only when the slick expanse of skin was covered in a light coating of white bubbles.

It was felt his body shiver from just the /sensation/ of the material as it ghosted over his member, that Desmond realized just how long it had been since he last came.

Anticipation shot through him in a fiery wave as he hurried to rinse, the forgotten cloth dropped somewhere in the corner of the shower. Hands trailed over his body, making sure that the only thing that slicked his skin was the water that continued to rain down upon him.

The first strokes were nice and easy, almost lazy as he let the thrill of it saturate his veins, center in his stomach, pull tight. The next ones increased in tempo, body clearly missing the release it had been denied for so long, until his hand was moving furiously and he was reduced to using his other arm to hold himself up against the shower wall. Little broken gasps rushed through his lips as his breathing quickened, hips stuttering awkwardly in time with the rhythm. His body was already thrumming, begging for release, the waves of climax threatening to spill over what little boundary remained.

Had his ears not been so focused on the deafening beat of his heart, he would have noticed the soft sound of clothing rustling, would have noticed the shower door opening behind him.

But, as fate would have it, Desmond didn't notice until the intruder's dry, warm chest was pressed against his back.

"You can be quite a tease, do you know that?"

The husky, British accent slid over his skin and he came in a trembling crescendo, spurting hot across his stomach and the shower wall. His vision darkened around the edges, breath coming in strangled gasps, and he could barely feel himself being turned around. When his eyesight cleared, he came face to face with none other than Shaun Hastings.

The first thing he noticed in his dazed state of mind was the fact that he wasn't sporting his glasses. The second, was that he was clad in nothing but a pair of emerald green briefs and was just as hard as Desmond had been a few minutes ago. Unable to cope with the latter for now, he stupidly voiced the first.

"Y.. you're not wearing your glasses..."

The taller male looked like he was going to say something, but decided against it. Instead, he closed the distance between them until Desmond's back was pressed against the wall and his chest, now as wet as Desmond's, was flush against the other's. The man against a wall noticed with a shiver that their lips were mere centimeters apart.

"You need to take responsibility."

Warm breath ghosted over Desmond's lips, the sentence punctuated by the copper-haired man's hips arching into the soon-to-be-assassin's, causing them both to let out a low moan. Still unable to comprehend the entire situation, the brunette simply gulped, fascinated by the hands now skimming over his flesh. A high pitched sound vibrated in the back of Desmond's throat as Shaun's thumb slid, feather-light, over his left nipple. It was soon joined by an index finger, then replaced, to Desmond's extreme pleasure and embarrassment, by the British man's tongue. Apparently noticing this, the rust-colored gaze of the computer specialist searched for Desmond's brown hues, form shifting against the shorter's body until they were once again face to face. The amused and strangely sexy crooked smirk on the normally bespeckled man's face made Desmond's cheeks turn pink, and halfheartedly start to protest, only to be stopped by Shaun's lips tracing the scar on his mouth. This simple action heightened Desmond's intoxication of just /breathing/ the same air as the computer specialist to the point that it was /him/ who pressed his lips to Shaun's. The other man responded instantly, that tongue of his delving into Desmond's mouth, the sensation of his stubble making the shorter male shiver.

What started as a kiss turned into bites and licks at each other's mouths, a contest of wills to see who could outlast the other. It would have gone on for some time had Shaun's hand not darted down between them to brush against Desmond's length, the friction making the shorter man groan and toss his head back. The brunette hadn't realized he'd gone hard again until that light touch sent jolts of pleasure through his body. When Desmond's eyes opened- when had they shut?- they were quickly met with the satisfaction that gleamed in Shaun's brown gaze.

"I'm gonna fuck you.."

Desmond could have come right then and there the second those words were muttered against his neck in that low, accented voice, punctuated once more by the taller man's hips jerking against his own. In response, the soon-to-be-assassin reached forward and pressed the palm of his hand flat against the bulge in the other's briefs. The groan that reached Desmond's ears made a triumphant smirk of his own curve his scarred lips. He began slide his hand up and down the length of it, pressing even harder as Shaun arched into his hand. The moans that were leaving the other man's lips made his length twitch, and he stroked harder. All actions were stopped as, evidently fed up with the foreplay, the taller jerked his hips out of Desmond's reach and claimed said man's lips with a growl and a rough kiss.

"Bend the bloody hell over.. now."

The threat behind it made Desmond do just as he was told, bracing himself, palms flat, once more against the wall. Shaun's finger slid between the cleft of his ass, probing his entrance until finally he slipped it in. The odd feeling caused the Miles boy to tense up, resisting the urge to pull away. Soon after, a second finger was added, causing Desmond to grit his teeth in discomfort. However, Shaun's finger soon curved against a spot inside him that made his knees weak and a loud moan spill from his mouth. Those two fingers then, satisfied with the result, began pumping in and out of him, loosening him up, brushing in tantalizingly short intervals at his prostate, until Shaun could fit in a third finger. This one caused Desmond to bite his lip in order to stop from crying out, first in pain but then pleasure as Shaun rubbed once more against that heavenly spot inside him. It wasn't long after that when his fingers pulled out and were replaced by something much larger. The brunette let out a hiss as he adjusted to Shaun's girth, the hands that were placed against the wall curling into fists.

"F-fuck, Desmond..."

Said man could tell from the computer specialist's words alone that it was taking all he had not to thrust into him. A moment passed by, in which the only sounds that could be heard were the rush of the now-lukewarm water and their ragged breathing. Then, Shaun began to move.

Ecstasy grew with every thrust the taller male gave, making Desmond's body writhe beneath him. It didn't take very long before their moans echoed in the shower stall, before their easy pace to turn into something hard and uneven, simply seeking that glorious release. Thrust after thrust after thrust bled into something rough and sloppy, and Shaun then leaned across Desmond's back, one of his hands leaving its place on the brunette's hip to reach around and take hold of his length, awkwardly pumping it in time with his thrusts. This caused the shorter male to cry out, eyes clenching shut as he was pushed nearer and nearer to his release. All it took was a few more seconds of Shaun pounding into him until finally the world bled into white hot euphoria.

"S-Shaun!"

The tightening of Desmond's muscles and the delicious way he cried out the computer specialist's name had him climaxing soon after, back bending into a lean arch of muscle, flesh, and bone.

They stayed like that for awhile, with Shaun's arms wrapped around Desmond's middle in order to hold him upright, until the taller decided that he should(reluctantly) pull out. When he did, he got a whiff of something strangely familiar

"Is that vanilla?"

The strangled cry of disbelief that came from Desmond had him raising an eyebrow, head tilting to the side in order to study the man who had scrambled away from him and fixed him with a glare.

"Is that all you have to say after practically taking advantage of me like that?"

Shaun simply gave that crooked smile.

"You weren't complaining."

An exasperated sound burst from Desmond's lips and he shoved past the taller man and out the shower door, unsteady legs carrying him to a towel that he wrapped around his waist.

"You- you! Stupid! Don't do it again without my fucking permission!"

And with that he stumbled out of the door, leaving an amused Shaun to laugh inside the mist of a shower that had long gone cold.