Chapter 2

Sleepy Desmond

Pulling into the car parking area, Desmond arrived almost at the same time as Ezio. The Italian watched Desmond pull up in the motorbike area while checking out the growling bike, and then joined him with a large flirty like grin when Desmond pulled off his helmet.

"Hello, Desmond wasn't it?"

"Y-yes hello Ezio." Ezio's eyes brightened at his name and walked with Desmond inside, they went into the same classroom making Desmond feel a bit shy. The newest student sat at the back instantly and Ezio was just in front of him. The others of the group Desmond met yesterday came in with different expressions and sat around Ezio and Desmond.

Altair looked as sour as ever but didn't even look or say a word to the others, Malik looked ten times grumpier and Kadar looked like he got out of the bed wrong, there was no sign of the young teen's smiles from yesterday. The two brothers obviously were not morning people and so was Altair, only Desmond and Ezio seemed perfectly normal.

And also Connor who walked into the room with hands folded oddly against his chest, he sat beside Desmond after a small greeting and a nervous look.

"Morning Desmond."

"Morning Connor. Did you come here early or late?"

"Early, bow practice…" The dark skinned man pulled out his books for the lesson and put the text book between him and Desmond, "I guess you haven't got this yet."

"Oh, thank you." The teacher walked in and spotted Desmond in the back speaking with Connor, the two young men looked up when the older man cleared his throat and they listened with full attention to his words.

Peering around, Desmond wondered why new and old students were all in the same class. Was it because there were only a few students in the entire school?

-AC-

It was lunch break and Desmond felt a twist in his stomach, never had he gotten so much attention. Everywhere he looked a group of people were eyeing him, pointing and whispering along with large laughter, cruel and flirty but mostly cruel as he hid beneath his hood. It was like they could tell his clothes weren't bought from He sat alone outside the café eating his heated up food that the café was happy to microwave for him and drinking from a water bottle he also bought with him.

"Commoner food Desmond?" Ezio fell into the table beside Desmond while laughing making everything almost go flying off the surface, Malik and Kadar joined with their triple shot coffees and Altair sat on the raised bricks around the garden to fire up a cigarette.

Only getting a hum for an answer as he barely registered Ezio's presence, Desmond forked more pasta into his mouth and looked through his emails with his phone. He winced when he saw a list of messages from his father and deleted them without bothering to open a single one, when he was done looking through his mail he tucked his mobile back into his pocket and finally looked at those that were swarming around him around him.

Beside him Ezio was leaning on his knees painfully close to Desmond with a large grin, Kadar was reading through school papers as he drank coffee while Altair and Malik were smoking together and eyeing Desmond through their lashes. Connor had joined them as was looking absentmindedly at the birds and sky, it appeared like he was thinking about nothing of importance.

"Desmond, you are a very handsome man." The words from Ezio made Desmond flinch and almost spit out his water as he sipped it from the bottle, "Actually you look very similar to Altair. Are you two relatives?"

"I would not be related to a weakling like him." Altair snapped from his spot away from them, he sent Desmond a sour glare making Desmond almost close into himself. A twinge of annoyance filled him but he didn't look at Altair and instead focused on Ezio while feeling a blush heat his cheeks.

"Thank you…?" He spoke meekly and unsure of how to handle the open flirt from the other man.

"Will you quit it!" Malik snapped as he witnessed Ezio's open display of flirtation towards the same gender, "Come on Kadar." The young teen tried to disagree as he wanted to ask Desmond questions but followed obediently as his brother stomped off, throwing the half burned cigarette into the cigarette bin. With a grin Ezio leaned back onto his palms against the table surface without taking his eyes off Desmond, it made the country man's hand shake nervously as he drank more water.

Too much attention, his mouth felt dry no matter how much he drank.

-AC-

At the end of the day Desmond did a couple of hours with Connor in learning archery, Altair and Ezio were doing kickboxing and sword fighting in different training rooms. It was getting easier to shoot the bow, Connor approved of his fast learning and mentioned it when they were packing up for the day.

"You should look into taking it up as a sport." The darker skinned man commented with hidden cheer, he and Desmond hit it off instantly just as Ezio expected during their short time together and already considered each other a friend.

"You think so? I would love to take it up, along with some other sports. I heard there is a swimming pool."

"Yes, in that big warehouse like building there is a lap pool." Connor stored the bow Desmond was using inside the heavy door containment cupboard but packed his into his own bag and sling it over his back, the two walked out together talking.

"See you tomorrow Connor." The half Native bowed his head in agreement and walked off to find his car while Desmond went to his motorbike. There were only a couple of students around but they all stopped to watch the 'commoner' get onto his motorbike and tug on his helmet, carefully he backed it out of the small parking area and turned it on with a roar before it gave a gentle purr.

He left the area and rode through the city to work.

Inside Bad Weather after parking his motorbike safely in the security protected area behind the nightclub Desmond dressed into his uniform that he had folded neatly in his backpack and went to the bar, the man there nodded with a look of relief. Tonight looked like it was hard and going to get worse.

Quickly Desmond helped take some of the load off the other bartender and got to work.

It was the hardest night Desmond ever had, there were a few drunks that security had to come in and work together to abate and throw out. Late in the night the new worker came and took over the fist bartender's shift, Desmond worked late into the night until his replacement finally came, far too late.

Yawning he changed back into his jumper and went out to get on his bike, carefully he rode back to his flat and stumbled through the door. He didn't bother with dinner before he fell onto his bed with a sigh.

He was absolutely exhausted, squinting he made sure his alarm was on before closing his eyes and falling completely out of the world.

-AC-

He arrived at the school feeling like a dry mouthed zombie; he fell into his class seat with a loud thump as his legs gave out. Only Connor was there and a couple of other early risers, the half Native looked with a slightly concerned frown at Desmond.

"You look tired."

"Worked late." Desmond mumbled sleepily as he rested his cheek on his hand and slightly dozed, Ezio arrived and tilted his head to the side at the sight of the sleeping man before taking up his seat in front of them, he leaned his own hand on his palm with is elbow on the back of his seat to stare at Desmond. Malik and Kadar entered along with Altair as if they arrived at the Uni together. They gave Desmond a quick glance but nothing more.

The teacher was the last to arrive with the day's paperwork loaded up into his arms, he looked at Desmond while Connor tapped his arm. "Hey wake up."

Slowly Desmond blinked awake, his eyes red with exhaustion. He struggled to keep his eyes open through the class and the day, but he got a bit of a nap in the library when he accidentally fell asleep again.

Ever so slowly Desmond walked through the Uni shaking all over in exhaustion, he went to the café and bought himself a coffee with extra double shots. Yawning once more he sat in the sun and soaked up its heat while slouching in the chair. He was glad that he didn't have to work late again until Wednesday next week, on the Saturday tomorrow he was doing a calmer morning shift until lunchtime and had a day off on the Sunday.

BANG! He startled awake as something hit the table and looked up at Malik and Altair with watery eyes from his tiredness, he didn't even notice himself falling asleep. "What are you doing out here? Class is about to start." The darker skinned one of the pair growled out in annoyance.

"Oh…" Slowly he moved to a stand and rubbed the back of his head with a wide uncovered yawn, Malik stormed off like usual while Altair looked over his shoulder and stared at Desmond's mouth with burning ember eyes. When Desmond opened his eyes Altair was looking away and following Malik with annoyed hunched shoulders and contained anger as Malik said something sharply at him, which was missed by the following man.

'Did he and Malik get into a fight?'

-AC-

The History teacher hated him, it was obvious. Desmond had fallen asleep on his forearms before class and without Connor in this class he didn't even wake up when the teacher entered, he did however wake up with a shocked look when something heavy hit the crown of his head.

"First day in my class and you are already sleeping, Mr Miles." The teacher growled out, it was the one Desmond witnessed fighting with Altair on the first day.

"I-I am s-sorry!" Nervously he rubbed the pain in his head and avoided the teacher's eyes. Mr Vidic gave him the coldest glare, some of the rich students sniggered at the scene and Altair was smirking. Only Ezio stood up for Desmond.

"Sir, Desmond is just tired from working late and this is the last lesson of the day." Vidic looked at Ezio with a look like he sucked a lemon, a REALLY sour one. The students looked at Desmond curiously and with jealousy as one of the most popular men protected him. But did they just hear that he had to work? They sniggered again thinking he was such a poor commoner and that Ezio would lose interest soon.

Desmond went bright red and looked to his hands held tightly together on the table, how could these people be so cruel and find his problems funny? At least he tried to do his best instead of pawing at his parents bank accounts.

"I don't care about his sob story about how poor he is, Mr Firenze." More giggles went around and Ezio's face went stern with forced down anger, "Mr Miles you will have punishment in a week from now."

"I…" Desmond reluctantly nodded his head and shrunk into his seat making Vidic's eyes flash cruelly, Ezio looked back at Desmond with an apologetic look before turning to the front again as the lesson started.

After History Ezio walked beside Desmond while Altair slowly stalked behind them with hands tucked in his pockets, "I can't believe he did that, that bastard!" Ezio said something else in Italian and stuck his fingers up rudely to no one in particular.

"Thank you… for trying to help."

"No problem… and you!" Ezio spun on his heels and walked backwards while glaring at Altair who looked back with a deadpanned look, "It was not funny! That was totally unfair… we should total his car."

"You will not do that Mr Firenze." Al Mualim passed them with a laugh from one of the halls crossing theirs, "Though I don't know who you are talking about… what happened to rile you up enough to yell at Altair?"

"Vid-dick gave Desmond detention because he was asleep before the class even started." The headmasters brow rose at the nickname and also the news that sounded very small to him, "And he insulted Desmond by calling him poor and didn't care if he was asleep because he worked late."

Al Mualim gave Desmond a startled look at the full news, "Oh I see, if you are working so late maybe I can speak to your manager and have times changed. I don't think your teachers, minus Warren, will mind you having to leave early on some days so you can work earlier and finish early too."

"R-really? That would be a great help." Desmond wrote down his manager's number for the old headmaster and thanked him again, the three then continued on their way to the car park. Malik and Kadar were waiting for Altair with glares.

"Took your sweet time, Altair!" Without a good bye to Ezio and Desmond the three piled into the same car with Altair the one driving.

"Do they live together?"

"Yeah…" Ezio spoke with a sigh and unlocked the door of his own car, an expensive one. Giving it an admiring look, Desmond pulled on his helmet and sat on his motorbike to back it up before turning it on and riding out the opened gates.

Once home Desmond sighed out long and deep, riding his bike made him wake up and become alert but the second he was off the packed and dangerous streets he felt everything come back to him in full force. With legs feeling like overcooked noodles he stumbled into his room and collapsed into his bed, yawning wide he let his body relax.

-AC-

Today he was the only one working, all he had to do was make non-alcoholic or giving out a couple of beers for people and families that came in for breakfast and lunch. During the day the nightclub was like a usual pub that offered meals in one section of the building that was usually closed off to the dance floor by folding doors, the bar circled around to the other side of a the wall allowing Desmond to work on the eating side without everyone having to walk between the different sections.

"Desmond?" He looked up with a startled expression while cleaning the bench as nobody had come over in a while, Ezio stood there with a small group. Probably his family by their appearances and different ages. "So this is where you work!"

"Hello Ezio, you all want something to drink then place your order here. You may take a seat anywhere you want." Quickly he took their orders and began to make the drinks, Ezio followed him along the bench and talked casually to him while his family went over to one of the tables along the walls, the Italian's looked over in curiosity and watched Ezio speak cheerfully to other man who they had never seen before.

Desmond placed the many drinks onto a tray, with six menus tucked under his arm Desmond followed and placed them politely in front of each of them.

"So Ezio, who is your friend? He looks just like Altair." The mother spoke gently, Ezio's whole family looked kind which was a surprise as Desmond had only seen the bad side of the rich folk.

"Desmond Miles." Desmond spoke for himself and shook the hands of Ezio's parents and the eldest brother, he gave smiles to the sister and little brother before bowing his head in a polite servant like way. "Please enjoy, someone will be by to take your orders in a moment."

"Thank you Desmond." The father spoke with a lift in his voice and the six went over the menu, Desmond went back to the counter while other colleagues walked around dealing with different tables.

Wiping his hands as his replacement came, the two gave each other nods before Desmond went out the back to change. He walked out through the front, he needed to do shopping so he didn't take his motorbike. The Firenze family were just finished paying and about to leave.

"Hey Desmond, finished now? What about your motorbike?"

"I left it at home, need to buy things." Desmond spoke shyly and went stiff as Ezio threw his arm around his shoulders in a very 'close' way, the rest of the family didn't pay him mind as they were used to the young man's actions towards men and women.

"Ah commoners and their need to shop for themselves."

"We shop for ourselves too, Ezio." The sister joked.

"Claudia! Don't tell him that, it's our little secret!" Everyone laughed lightly as Ezio made a loud dramatic shushing sound around his finger and Desmond couldn't help but smile at the antics of the Italian family.

The family walked to two separate cars, one belonging to the parents and the other was the eldest brothers. Pausing Desmond said goodbye to each one of them before they piled into the two cars, Ezio turned with a grin.

"See you on Monday, Desmond!"

"O-of course, goodbye Ezio."

-AC-

It was Sunday after breakfast, Desmond just finished eating and was surfing the net at random. At first it was for study but somehow he ended up on all kinds of videos from DJ clips to stupid videos of cats, and retarded fail moments. And then that ended up to more M-rated things.

Moaning Desmond took a deep drink of his water as he watched with transfixed eyes as two men on a porn site got it on, this was his deepest secret. He desired men with a hungry want but with his fears of his father discovering in their hometown Desmond never got the chance to try, rumour travelled fast in the small town area.

Unzipping his pants and spreading his feet on the tile ground of the kitchen, Desmond pulled out his manhood and stroked it making his flesh shiver at the touch. With expert fingers he stroked and prodded his shaft bringing it to an instant rise, listening to the moans of the men in the porn video through his headphones Desmond mimicked them deeply and huffed heavily as he felt his shaft shiver with desire.

It took the whole video until he came, sighing and leaning back into his chair Desmond looked at the roof and slowly rubbed his shaft. He was bored of this, he wanted to use his self-taught skills on someone else and have them pleasure him in return. Felling a tight knot in his throat Desmond quickly drank more water.

Impossible, it was going to be impossible to find someone… 'What about Ezio?'

Thinking about the Italian Desmond wondered if the man was interested in the same gender in a sexual form. Or was he simply flirty with everyone? Shaking his head Desmond shooed away the thoughts and flicked through more videos, he wasted the whole day away easily by this.

Looking down when it got dark he grimaced and stood to find paper towels, Desmond tugged away his clothes and threw them into his washing basket as he went then returned to wipe up his mess on the tiles with a strangled sound as his sensitive shaft rubbed between his legs.

Panting he cleaned the floor and threw the paper into his bin then he deleted his laptop's internet history due to habit and turned it off, he left it connected to the charger cord in his kitchen and fell into his bed with a sigh.

Getting as much rest as he could Desmond prepared for the second week and all the problems it brought.