Desmond looked himself over in a glass nervously while polishing it,studying his face that had gone pale despite his efforts to forget about the dream. That dream wasn't real..was it? Surely it wasn't just a dream. Everything felt so real...he could feel the heat of the man taught against him, the vibrations of their bodies combing themselves together as if they could be one, the sweat that dripped down his face and the finger that brushed it away. But if it was then... why the hell would he be having a dream about Ezio? Why not Altair or someone else? Why him? Woah, why was he even thinking about thinking about them? Shut up. Just shut up. An order interrupted his thoughts and he snatched 2 more glasses beside the one he had been grooming and filled them with the usual alcohol all without even glancing up and slid them down the counter to the drinkers sitting a little away from him. Thats it Des, keep it normal. Keep your cool. But-

He poured himself a much bigger than a shot glass of dry gin mixed with vodka, one of the devil's drink and knocked it back without hesitation to suppress anymore thoughts of the annoying Italian, sitting down on a stool and scanning the bar amidst the never ending grinding partygoers. All that he could see was a massive tidal wave of dancers and the tiny blinks of light bouncing off the glasses in probably each hand. That was when he decided he had to get off his ass. Desmond tossed a few napkin-balls to Alex "I'm going to go score a little, watch the bar for me for a few." He had to do this, otherwise he'd be messed up. Well...more than usual. He didn't even look back to see Alex's small nod and slipped into the crowd.

A few minutes into dancing with the music, a blonde fell into him and she first glared at him but softened up when Des helped her up and smoothed the wrinkles from the cleavage of her denim top. "Dance with me." He ordered and he pulled her close to him, with no cries of protest coming from her. Desmond placed her hands on his hips and their bodies swayed together softly. The blonde threw her head back, letting her long hair drip down her back as he began to swing his hips back and forth deliciously into her. I still got it. He thought relieved, Nothing changed. But just as the well designed blonde had put her hands in the air and moved her hips and waist slowly back and forth, he soon felt someone come up behind him and pull him away from her.

Every muscle in Desmond's body clenched as he was pushed into the man and looked up into his eyes. Ezio. He mentally bitched out his fingers for curling in the fabric of Ezio's clothes. The Italian pressed even closer as the other couples moved around the dance floor, making the space smaller and smaller,causing him to unintentionally slip a knee between Desmond's legs. His body gave a jolt and his heart was pounding beneath his chest as he realized the situation. "What the hell?" Desmond growled, only the effect was killed by the slightly breathless quality of his words. Ezio pulled back just far enough to see Desmond's face, pleased with the rosy blush he found there.

"Why so upset?" He asked, grinding the knee against his groin, producing a low groan. He swayed their bodies together to the beat, teasing Desmond's completely unintentional hardening. But Desmond couldn't find the words, or any words for that matter. The Italian ran a hand down the length of his body, purposely toying with the obvious bulge in his pants now. The younger man moaned softly and arched his back. When Ezio clamped down on his collarbone, he let out a gasp, hips rolling down and forward against the Italian's leg.

"Lets get out of here giovane" He murmured, tugging at the man who glared at Ezio and fought against his hold, snarling when he found him to be too strong. Ezio pulled him outside and pushed him against the brick wall, pinning him to it. Desmond now seeing this as all too familiar now but..didn't exactly want to stop it.

Wait what?

"Get the hell off of me!" Desmond said fighting him.

"Alright." Ezio gave in and released the man, though his eyes glinted with mischief.

His head was spinning now. "W-what? You do /that/ and then you say "Alright?""

Ezio pressed close to him,his face lined up with Des's and enunciated each word. " One. way. or. another. I'll. get. you." Desmond barely had time to register that when he was thrown to the ground, with Ezio firmly on top of him.

Desmond didn't even attempt to hold a steady glare at the Italian.

Ezio only laughed, his weight bouncing slightly, which only managed to jeer at Desmond's obvious "unintentional" hardening. "Can't tell the difference between reality and dreams can you Des?"

Wait, what?

Desmond was woken up by the sound of shuffling glass. Wow, he really needed to work on his dreams. They were becoming way,way too real and...very sexual...That couldn't have been a dream...could it? Twice in a row?

The last thing he remembered was dancing with the blonde chick and then...then Ezio came...or didn't...he didn't know. Maybe he was going insane. How he'd love to be insane right now. It would completely explain the shit he was in at the moment.

"Des!" A voice yelled, "Get your prissy-ass off the floor and go home!"

Des sat up and brushed the paper napkins off that were covered in blood. Oh right, Des reminded himself. The fight.

He looked himself over, a few cuts here, a slight headache, but he was alright. That must have been some fight.

"Des?" He flinched. He swore, if it was the dickhead boss's son again he was going to show him exactly what he learned while being among the creed.

"You join the living yet?" Alex appeared from around the corner of the bar counter. He raised his eyebrow when he took a look at Desmond on his ass in a mountain of his own bloody napkins and styling the hobo look. Probably didn't look good. "Did you lose your mind or something?"

Des forced a laugh and stood up, "Shut up. I don't even know what the fuck happened alright?"

"You called this guy Ezio and referred to him as a prick." Alex said, " And then, you told him exactly where he could shove his drink..and his girlfriend."

He dragged his hand down his face. Right.

Sorry I've been MIA for a few months, took a while to get the writer's block to go away. But let me know what ya think. next chapter is coming.