Finally! :'D

Thought I would never come up with anything anymore D:

So I hope it was at least worth the wait? It's pretty long this time I just noticed. xD

Enjoy!


"My head... hurts." A pain filled groan echoed through the empty, small room. White bed sheets rustled as the figure lying on the bed writhed in pain. The room was dark and cold, always. Even if he covered his whole body with the bed sheets he still froze. Or maybe it was because he had a fever again? His body got weak. He knew. He couldn't eat much and he often got a fever. Not that mattered to any of the people around him. He stopped to care about it.

Desmond was at ABSTERGO for maybe two months now and all he did was getting drugged by those bastards. Oh and not to forget doing things like jumping out of bed at night, covered in sweat, before sprinting to the toilet to empty his stomach, which didn't really contained anything to empty. Worst of all things were... there was not one day he wasn't thinking about the two Assassins. And he missed them like fucking hell. What he would give to see that cocky, perverted grin of Ezio or those hungry, seducing eyes of Altair. He acted like he didn't notice. But he did. Oh yes, he did. But he knew how unlucky he was and he didn't want to get them into some shit. Like the shit he was in now.

(Do they even care?) Desmond thought depressed. Why haven't they come for him? Was he really such a bother to them? Maybe they were happy now that he was gone? "Great Desmond. Awesome way to think about things. Feeling much better now. Really." What the fuck was he thinking. He must be really a weak wreck to be having such girly thoughts. How pathetic. Desmond thought as he covered his eyes with his arm, trying to stop the tears that were welling up in his eyes from falling down. His self-pity ended as the door hissed open and in came the person he wanted to see the least.

"Good to see you awake already, Mr. Miles. It's time, get ready." Was all Vidic said before he left the cold room again. Careful not to be too friendly. Desmond thought with a snort.

(As if I'm not feeling miserable enough already.) The American sighed out. (For gods sake Altair, Ezio. Hurry up already. Please!) He begged in his mind, praying that his prayers will be heard somehow, by someone.


"Is everything in order?" The older man asked one of the many people running around hastily in the room. Loud orders were yelled to everyone and fast typing on the computer echoed through the entire room.

"Yes. Everyone's ready." The other answered confidently, standing up from his chair on the computer he was working on a while ago. "The Vans are ready either." He added. The older man patted the other man's shoulder and gave him a nod. The other understood and walked fast to the group waiting at a Van. All of them looked nearly the same. They all had a white, red hoodie with a certain symbol on their back. Most of them wore jeans but some just some black sports pants. Their hoods were pulled up so their faces could hardly be seen. A face mask covered their identity either. Everyone wore some cloves and either sports shoes or black boots. "Is everyone ready?" He asked a bit louder so everyone could hear him. Everyone answered with a loud 'yes'.

"Attention everyone! This mission is a risk! Be as careful as you can be and give it your all!" The older man yelled at them and they just nodded in return. "Let's go!" And with that they all got into the Vans and drove as fast as they could. On their way, two more Vans joined them. Either one driven by a certain white hooded, angry man.


Desmond was wandering around the ABSTERGO building. There were times when he was alone with some guards and he took that opportunity to knock them down and to escape for a while, until someone found him again. The security system was too good but he had at least the chance to search for a way out. Usually it was Vidic who found him snooping around somewhere. It would bring him some extra dose of some drug but that was worth it, he hoped.

He was standing in front of a big metal door, or more a gate. He had a feeling he was pretty far of getting out. Right beside the door was a device with numbers. He just needed the code. There should be a guard nearby who had the code. He sneaked into another room nearby with two guards standing there, looking away from Desmond.

(Bingo!) With slow and silent movements he made his way to the guard's back and just as he was ready to strike and knock him out, he felt a blow to his head and everything turned black. (Damn it! So close.) Was his last thought.

"Hey Dessy~" A singing voice brought him back to consciousness as well as a warm touch to his cheek. "Hey Desmond, time to wake up." Desmond groaned and slowly cracked one eye open. Daniel was leaning over him. He lay on his bed and Daniel sat on the side of it and leaned over Desmond's body, grinning at him.

"Daniel? What...?" Desmond started tiredly and tried to rub his eyes just to find his hands being bound to the bed over his head. "What the fuck man?" He started to panic as he pulled on the ropes. He somehow felt weak. Like very very weak. Was he drugged again?

"Shush shush shush, Desmond calm down. I haven't done anything yet." He tried to calm the American down, not letting his grin fade.

Desmond shot him a shocked look. "Yet?!" That caused the other to chuckle and lean closer to Desmond's face.

"You know, Dessy... you just left me alone there. You escaped with your bad ass Assassin friends and left me here to die. Did you think about me even ones? Did you think about the guy you left to die even once?" While speaking, Daniel's face got darker and darker, his grin now finally fading. Desmond stopped pulling on his hands as he noticed the change in the other man. "You know... I would've taken you with me if I would've been you. But you, you didn't. Why, Desmond? Was I not important enough to you? Did you not like me enough?" He asked with sadness and anger dripping from his voice. Desmond didn't know how to response. He didn't know why he hadn't taken him with him.

"I... I... don't know." Was all he could say, 'cause he really didn't know. Daniel snorted after staring at the man lying under him, speechless.

"You don't know, huh." He averted his eyes from Desmond.

"B-But I know that you were important, Daniel. I always wanted to meet you, to talk to you. But you were out of reach. And then... they came and wanted me to escape with them. I finally had the chance to get away from this hell and I swear I searched for you, but I couldn't find you so I hoped you were safe and would escape without me." Desmond explained hastily with wide eyes. he didn't think he would speak like that with Daniel ever again.

Daniel stared at those big brown eyes and after a while he sighed deeply in relieve before flopping down onto Desmond. "Desmond. Do you know what you're doing to me?" He asked with his voice muffled by Desmond's shoulder.

"Wha-?" Before he could even ask him what he meant by that, warm, wet lips were suddenly on his. (What the hell?!) His mind screamed helplessly. "Dan-nnh!" He tried to speak but just as his mouth opened a foreign tongue intruded his mouth. His face was cupped by two big hands on either side of his head so he wouldn't turn his head away. One hand was suddenly removed just to wander down his body and to stop at the button on his jeans. Desmond now started to struggle even more as he realized just what was about to happen to him. Finally after what Desmond thought was an hour, Daniel pulled his lips away from Desmond's swollen ones to breath again. Both men now panted heavily.

"What the fuck, Daniel?! What're you doing, get off!" He tried to kick him off but he was sitting on his legs so it was impossible. He couldn't get away. He squeezed his eyes shut as Daniel's hand opened the zipper of his jeans and touched a place he fucking shouldn't touch. "What, not enjoying yourself, Desmond? Don't worry I will change that now." His head left Desmond's vision downwards as he felt his pants being pulled down. (Oh gods, no!)

"Daniel! Stop it! Stop! Please!" Desmond screamed in panic, his memories of this happening to him before coming back in a rush.

"Shush shush shush shush." Daniel's free hand touched the smaller man's cheek reassuringly. "Don't be scared, Desmond. I won't hurt you I promise." He grinned at Desmond before going down again.

"That's not the problem damn it! Get. The fuck. OFF!" He screamed as he took the opportunity his legs were free to kick him off the bed. He lay there, panting and sweating as he was still bond to the bed.

"Ow. That wasn't nice, Des." He said with a warning tone as he rubbed at his jaw and stomach where Desmond has kicked him. "You should know your place. I wanted to be nice but it seems you like it the rough way." His grin turned into an evil and dirty smirk as he crawled back onto the bed and got out a injection. He hold Desmond's arm and put it in, letting the strange liquid flow through the younger man's veins.

"What did you do?" He asked scared and curiously. Daniel just shrugged and then pushed Desmond onto his stomach so he was on his knees and elbows. Like this, he could hardly kick him off.

"No! Stop! Daniel stop! I beg you, please!" Tears started to roll down his cheek and drip from his chin onto the white sheets. His shirt was lifted and his jeans were pulled down as he could hear that Daniel was now opening his own pants. He started to panic even more and sobbed into the pillow.

"Shush shush. It will feel good soon, Des. I promise." Desmond could hear he was still smirking contentedly.

"No..." He whimpered out. Suddenly there was screaming on the other side of the metal door of his cell as well as many fast steps. "We were... don't know... how far... find them!" Was all he could hear. Apparently there seems to be some intruder maybe? Maybe finally someone to come to his rescue?

"Gods, what is it now?!" Daniel screamed in anger as he pulled Desmond's pants on again and walked to the door to look what was going on. "What's going on?!" He asked a guard which was running along the hallway.

"There are intruders, Sir. I think the Assassins are attacking." He answered in a hurry before sprinting off.

"Fuck!" He swore as he glanced at a sobbing Desmond who was still bond to the bed. Shirt lifted up and pants open. "I'll be back soon, Des. Don't you dare move." He chuckled at his own words before he ran off, leaving a sobbing and panting Desmond alone in a cold room.

He started pulling on the restrains on his wrists again, now even biting on them. he pulled so roughly that his wrists started to bleed and his teeth hurt after a while but he wanted out of here. He would not go through shit like being raped again. He could here gun shots not far from his room. Shit he hoped those who attacked were on is side or he was fucked.

"Stop them!" He could hear a guard scream before guns were fired and someone hit the ground with a loud sound. Desmond now concentrated on the sounds. He coud hear footsteps coming closer to his room. Maybe three or two people. He stared at the open door to see who was going to walk past. Just... the person didn't walk past. She stood there and stared into the room before recognition shined in the eyes of both of them.

"Desmond!" The person screamed before dashing into the room towards the bed. Desmond stared wide eyed as new tears started to form in them.

"Ezio..." His voice was disbelieving. His lips trembled as he wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come out. The Italian man kept staring at the smaller man, inspecting him from head to toe as he searched for injuries. He then realized Desmond being restrained and started working on undoing them.

"Altair! I found him!" Ezio suddenly screamed towards the open door. After a few seconds fast, inhumanly fast steps were heard and a panting and staring Arabic Assassin stood in the door.

"Desmond!" Same reaction as Ezio's. Just he, after inspecting his entire body, realized his pulled up shirt and open pants more than his hands being restrained, which were now finally free. "Cazzo! What happened?" He crouched beside the bed and stared into his eyes. His voice dripping with anger. Desmond knew if he told the truth then he would sprint off and kill Daniel.

"Nothing." He lied, not being able to look at the two of them. From the corner of his eyes he could see the both Assassins frown deeply at him but they didn't argue. There was no chance to argue as a new guest arrived.

"Didn't I tell you to stay here and not move? So you did plan on running away again, Des? Were you going to leave me behind again?" Daniel stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Who are you?!" Altair demanded as he got into his fighting stance, letting the hidden blade on his wrist slide out. His eyes shined warily from under the white hood. Ezio on the other hand presented Desmond with his full attention, knowing that Altair could handle this alone. He pulled down the smaller man's shirt and wanted to close his pants but Desmond just frowned and slapped his hand away before doing it himself, blushing slightly.

"The name's Daniel. So you two are, what were the names? Ezio and Altair?"

"Why do you know our names?" Altair asked now with an angry and dangerous voice as his muscles were tensing even more. Daniel saw Desmond, too give him a confused look.

"Let's just say a little hawk told me." Daniel chuckled out as he stared at Desmond, making clear that he meant him, who in return kept staring in confusion. "You're talking in your sleep." He explained short, his grin now fading to make room for annoyance. "So you want to take my Des back home, huh?" He tilted his head to one side to let the bones pop and looked through half lidded eyes. "No way." His tone now dangerously deep.

His hand suddenly flew back to his pants and came back forth with a gun in it, pointed first at Altair, then at Ezio and halting at Desmond finally. "Sorry Des, but I can't let you go again." Just as he pulled the trigger Altair lunged forward to smack the gun away. That didn't work though as Daniel seemed to see that come and stepped back to avoid the blow. "Man, hold your dogs, Des. They're dangerous." His lips curved into a dirty smirk.

"Stop this, Daniel! We can get you out of here!" Desmond yelled at him to stop this fight.

Daniel let out a hysterical laugh before looking at Desmond and pointing the gun at his head once more. "No, Desmond. I don't need to get out of here. All I need is... YOU!" He fired the gun multiple times while laughing like he went crazy. Desmond didn't get hit as Ezio was faster and pulled him towards himself off the bed. Altair lunged forward once more and hit Daniel on the jaw, which knocked him backwards on the floor with Altair on top of him and restraining his movements.

"Don't hurt him, Altair! Please!" The American yelled with pleading eyes as he slowly stepped closer. "Daniel. Stop it already. Why are you doing this?" Desmond demanded an answer but Daniel just stared at him a few moments as if he didn't know the answer himself.

"I..." He seemed to have calmed down suddenly. Altair was still on top of him, restraining his legs while sitting on them and his arms pressed to the ground above his head. The Arabian man squeezed his eyes to slits as if to search for something tiny. And he found it. There was a tiny, golden metal plate shining on the side of Daniel's neck.

"So it is like that..." He mumbled to himself what caused Desmond to glance at him in confusion.

"What did you say?"

"There. You see that on his neck?" He stared at the small plate, nodding at it. "It's a small chip ABSTERGO gives some of their men to have better control over them. We have seen it some times now."

"So... you mean they are controlling Daniel with this thing?" He repeated to make sure he heard right. Altair nodded. "And what happens if he doesn't do what they say?" He asked out of concern, already knowing that something bad would surely happen.

"I do not know that exactly. I think it will hurt him and maybe kill him someday." He explained not averting his eyes from the guy pinned to the ground.

"... Or drive me insane." Daniel added, voice and expression completely normal and calm.

"Then let's remove that thing!" They all glanced at Desmond as if he said something crazy.

"Desmond. If we remove that, he will die." Altair opened his mouth but Ezio explained instead.

"Then... damn it." Desmond flopped to his knees, staring at Daniel's calm, ice blue eyes, which were staring back.

"Kill me."

"What?" Desmond frowned.

"Just kill me!" Daniel repeated now a lot louder.

"But... you... I... I promised to get you out this time! Years ago all that time we were locked up I wanted to see you and talk to you again. And now that we have the chance you tell me to just kill you? No way. You're getting out of here with us. Alive." Desmond's voice was like stone, saying that the other couldn't argue. Altair and Ezio shared a glance before Ezio nodded at him and Altair slowly moved away from Daniel, who just chuckled.

"You're too soft, Des. Alright let's get out of here."

"Do you know how?" Ezio asked instead of Desmond. Daniel snorted.

"Of course I do. I was working here remember?" This earned him a frown from Ezio which he just ignored as he walked away, signaling the three of them to follow.

After walking through what seemed like a labyrinth of white, and fighting a few guards on their way, they halted in front of an elevator.

"Okay, we have to take that elevator to the first floor and there is a door which leads to the garage. I have a key for one of the Vans there." He explained as they made their way inside the elevator as some guards rounded a corner and stormed towards the elevator.

"Ezio! Close the door!" Altair screamed as Ezio pushed a button and the elevator door started to close slowly. Slowly enough for one guard to realize he could make it so he aimed his weapon and shot just before the door finally closed.

"Is everyone alright?" Altair asked worriedly.

"No." Ezio said with a hint of sadness in his voice as he looked down towards Daniel and Desmond. Altair stared with an expression which said 'Oh...'.

"Shit!" Desmond yelled as he held his hand up to see it painted with red. Daniel groaned in pain as he held his stomach, blood flowing out between his fingers. "Stop the bleeding!" He yelled more to himself than to the others as he ripped something from his hoodie off and put it on the bleeding wound. The clear white of the cloth was fastly turning crimson. "Shit shit shit!" Desmond panicked as he looked around the elevator to search for something to stop the bleeding.

"It's okay, Des." Cough. "Just get out of here." Cough.

"What the fuck are you saying? I told you to get out with us!" Desmond yelled at him, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I finally got the normal Daniel back." He sobbed out.

"It's not like we knew each other that much, you idiot." He said between coughs and pants as he chuckled weakly.

"You were the only reason I didn't go insane back then." He admitted.

"Oh man this is way too kitschy for me. Just get the fuck out already." He smacked Desmond's cheek lightly and rubbed with his thumb over the warm skin twice before shoving him away. "The code for the door is 58469." Cough. "Here is the key for the Van." He hold out the key but Desmond just stared at it before turned his head away.

"No." He said stubbornly. Daniel frowned deeply.

"Get the fuck out of here damn it or I swear I'll haunt you after my death!" The little outburst made him cough violently as he got weaker every second. They finally reached the end and the elevator door opened. Daniel glanced at Ezio then at Altair and his eyes stopped at Desmond's again. Right after that Ezio quickly snatched the key from the dying man's hand and Altair took Desmond by the arm and dragged him out of the elevator.

"Wha-? What are you doing?! Altair, let go! Let go I said!" Desmond struggled against the tight and strong grip on his arm which felt like it would crush his bones every second. Was Altair angry? Desmond glanced back towards the elevator and saw the man still inside smile at him weakly before the door shut completely. Desmond stared at the closed door a few moments before turning away. "Fuck!" He cried out.

They kept rounding a few corners before someone spoke again. "At least he died without that damn thing controlling him." Altair said with a not so reassuring voice. Ezio cringed at his tone even, like saying 'You could have said that nicer.'

"I know." Was all Desmond said. What surprised the both older men as they thought he would argue again. Desmond didn't notice that Altair still hold his iron grip on his arm before they stopped in front of a door and he let go of his arm to let the blood flow through it's veins again.

"What did he say was the code?" Ezio questioned as he looked at the device while holding his chin.

"58469." Altair answered while looking around. He spotted a few guards rounding a corner and looking around before they spotted them.

"There they are! Get them!" one of the guards screamed as the came closer.

"Ezio!"

"I'm working on it!" Ezio said nervously.

"You just have to tip in some numbers where's the problem?!" Altair asked in a loud and stressed voice as the guards were dangerously close and started aiming at them. Desmond's heart beat faster with every meter those guys came closer. He clutched at Altair's hoodie with trembling fingers.

"Got it!" Ezio cheered in relieve as the door hissed open and closed behind them again. There were ten or twelve Vans standing there.

"Which one is the one we need?" Desmond asked nervously, knowing those guards will come through this door every minute.

"Try the key, we distract the guards if they come through." Altair said as he threw the key towards Desmond, who catched it and started trying the key on each Van. Altair and Ezio positioned themselves on each side of the door. Desmond gasped as he heard the door open. He could hear pain filled screams as one guard after another died by the hands of two murderous Assassins. After maybe six Vans he tried he finally found the right one.

"Found it!" He cheered, climbing inside and starting it before climbing over to the other seat. Altair and Ezio hurried inside as well, ignoring the yelling and shooting of the remaining guards. Altair turned the key, the tires screeched and finally, Desmond was free again.


Yeah I know Daniel is pretty OOC but I he didn't really appear in the game enough to say much about his personality. I wanted a connection between him and Desmond so that's what I've come up with. ^^

Next chapter contains SMUT! Finally! :3

Words - Meaning

Cazzo - Fuck (when cursing)