So...Hooray for another update? As always, I am busy with college and all. Though, I made sure to make some time to work on this. And again, I know that I am hardly showing anything between the couples and stuff, but believe me...I'm doing my best to get to it soon. It's just the process of working with the plot and everything, you know? Plus...I kinda do like to tease you guys a little :3
Ugh...But, I swear, I will come up with a new story for assassin's creed, and it shall involve just a regular type of story. So, hopefully there won't be anything supernatural or any kind of conspiracies going on with them, except for the romance...But, there needs to be a plot too...So, yeah...
Anyways, plz enjoy~
"Goddammit!" Desmond said, pacing around the living room.
Shaun quirked a smile, leaning back into the cushions of the couch, "Didn't think it would be that shocking…" Desmond stops for a moment, only to glare at the Brit, until he continued with his pacing.
Lucy bit her lower lip. She knew what she did was wrong. Letting humans know of their existence is a huge risk for them, no matter the cause, they can't be exposed to the world; not that humans were a problem to them, but they will also attract unwanted attention from their enemies too. "I'm sorry, Desmond. I was planning on telling you eventually." She said softly.
Desmond ceased his pacing, turning to gaze at the blonde, "Right, right….So, Shaun knows about us being vampires, and Rebecca knows too…" Lucy averted her eyes to the ground, blushing slightly. He continued, "Are they the only two? Or…Are you leaving someone out?"
"Like I said already, I told Rebecca because she's my girlfriend, and she deserves to know the truth." Lucy said seriously, noticing Desmond roll his eyes.
Desmond narrowed his eyes, "Sure, that makes perfect sense. But, why the hell did you let him of all people in on our secret?" He pointed over to Shaun, without giving him a glance.
Ouch. Shaun glowered at the darker man, crossing his arms over his chest like a pouting child. Lucy spoke up again, "Because, Shaun found out on his own. And….He was very persistent. When he found out about me, he spent a couple of weeks pestering me with so many questions, and he was able to catch me off guard for a moment, then…..I just had to tell him." She explained. Desmond gave a frustrated sigh, slumping his shoulders.
"I don't get why you're getting riled up for…." Shaun started.
"Shut up, Shaun!" Desmond growled, still avoiding eye contact with the other man.
"It's not like I'm doing anything wrong."
Desmond turned to glare at the Brit, holding up a stern finger in his direction, "I don't….Want to hear another word out of you. I am in no mood." He seethed in an authoritative voice.
Shaun frowned, growing silent at that moment, but immediately changing his frown to a smug smile, "You still believe that you can scare me, don't you? Why on earth would I be afraid of a fledgling?"
Desmond scowled, stalking over to the Brit. He stopped in front of Shaun, lowering himself down to his eye level, placing a hand up on the couch close to Shaun's head. "Oh, trust me, Shaun. You'd be very surprised what a fledgling can be able to do to you." He said in a gruff voice.
The Brit blushed slightly, narrowing his eyes, "Do you mind getting out of my face?" Desmond's glare softens, barley registering the few words he had said; he stood up to his full height, moving back just a bit. He bites his lower lip, feeling heat rise up to his cheeks.
"Well, I'm feeling a lot of tension between the two of you, right now." Lucy said, lifting a curious brow.
"Desmond seems to be the only one with a problem." Shaun remarked, crossing his arms again.
"Look….It's not that I don't like you, Shaun," Desmond started, "I….I just don't think I can trust you." He said simply.
Shaun narrowed his gaze, standing up abruptly, "And why the bloody hell not." They began to stare at one another, neither of them speaking.
"Shaun is pretty trust worthy…" Lucy shrugged.
Desmond turned to gaze at her, "Yeah, maybe to you, but not to me."
"What's the matter, Desmond? Are you worried that I might go around spreading the news to everyone that I met a vampire up close and personal?" He kept his eyes locked with the slightly taller man, now that the other just went dead silent. This really was fun. Shaun smirked, "Well, you won't have to, because even if I did try to do that, no one would believe me anyways. I never did plan to tell anyone, I especially never told my best friend. Besides, I promised Lucy that I keep my word, anyways." Desmond stayed quiet, feeling rather dumb than angry. But, could he actually trust this guy?
Lucy decided to break the silence, "If you two are done with you little quarrel, I like to get back to sorting through my work again." She walked over to her desk, sitting down in her chair.
"Uh…Sure" Desmond glanced at her, "Would you mind if I stayed here for a little while? I'd like to see what kind of stuff you have here."
"If you want…I guess I can get some work done faster if I had some help." The blonde smiled, spinning her chair around to face her desk.
"Huh….Well, if you're staying here, then I'm staying too." Shaun sat back onto the couch, letting his eyes marvel over the pages left on the coffee table.
Desmond furrowed his brows, "Whoa, whoa, what makes you think you're staying?"
Shaun looked up at him calmly, "May I remind you that you were manhandling me just a while ago." Desmond blushed, averting his eyes from the other. "It's the least you can do, right?"
Desmond sighed, "Fine…..But, you do as we say, got it? You don't touch anything unless I say so." He heard Lucy clearing her throat in the back, "I mean….Unless Lucy says so."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Shaun watched the other sit on the couch with a grimace, but keeping a small space between them. Desmond had moved a few papers over to his side, completely ignoring the Brit as he started to read them over. Shaun narrowed his eyes, scooting just a bit to peer at the pages that Desmond held in his hands.
Desmond quickly realized the other was sitting rather closely to him, breathing over his shoulder, making a blush spread across his face. "Do you have to be near me like this?"
"Well, since I'm not allowed to touch anything, I'm still free to use my eyes, aren't I?" Shaun glared darkly at him.
The darker man frowned, grumbling to himself. He noticed Lucy watching them with interest, a wide smirk plastered on her face. Desmond sighed. This was going to take a while.
2 Hours Later….
"Damn….Why won't you answer." Altair could hear Ezio cursing nearby. He saw the Italian stalking into the living room, furiously pressing the buttons on his cellphone. Ezio raised the phone to his ear, and after a few seconds, he cursed under his breath, letting his phone fall to his side.
"Ezio, who are you trying to call?" Altair asked as he shifted on the couch.
"Desmond" Ezio replied, "I've been trying to get a hold of him, but he doesn't answer. And now I'm starting to worry." He started to dial again.
"Have you thought about going out to look for him?"
"Actually, that isn't necessary, because I already know where he should be." Ezio said. "I just expected that little punk to answer when someone is calling." He grits his teeth in annoyance when there was no answer still.
Altair raised a brow, "You do?"
"Si…..He is….suppose to be at a friend's house."
"If you already know where he is at, why not just go pick him up? I can even go with you if you like." Altair suggested.
Ezio sighed, running a hand through his hair, "No, that's okay, Altair. I'll just wait until he calls back; I know he will."
Altair rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say." He gets up to stretch his back, hearing a satisfying pop when he did. He forgot how long he was watching TV for. Altair was making his way passed Ezio, heading into the small hallway, "I'm going to take a shower…" He said, not particularly speaking to his Italian friend, but Ezio still heard him nonetheless.
Ezio put his cell into his pocket, going over to sit on the couch. He sunk down, his arms over his knees. He ran both hands through his bangs, rubbing his palms over his forehead, "Desmond is so going to get it," Ezio shifted on the couch to lay on his back, "Fuck….How the hell did I end up being a babysitter, anyways!"
Desmond slowly opened his eyes, not remembering when he had fallen asleep. He tilts his head up, realizing what he had fell asleep on…Or who. Shaun was resting his head on Desmond's shoulder, sleeping soundly. They were both asleep? Desmond had thought, continuing to watch the sleeping man, but didn't want to wake him. He didn't want to move less he disturbs the other in his slumber. He moved barely enough to see the Brit's calm face. Seeing Shaun look so peaceful was a beautiful sight. Wow, he actually thought a guy was beautiful. That was new to him.
He smiled, deciding to lay his head back on top where it previously was, slowly closing his eyes. He wishes for this moment to last for a bit longer. He opened his eyes again, letting them drift down at his lap; he notices that his hand was laying on top of Shaun's upper thigh, and dangerously close to his crotch too. He gasps; a furious blush took over his features as he forces himself to move away. The change in movement had stirred Shaun awake, having a confused and sleepy expression on his face. Removing his glasses, he began to rub his eyes with his thumb and index finger, "What happened?" He yawned, "Did I fall asleep?"
"We actually fell asleep." Desmond clarified, still blushing.
"Really?" Shaun looked around the room, noticing Lucy was gone, "Where is Lucy?" He asked tiredly.
Hearing a faint noise in the kitchen, Desmond could only assume she was there, "I think she may be in the kitchen, probably making herself something to eat." Desmond said.
Shaun yawned again, "Good, I'll probably ask her to make some tea while she's at it." He chuckled. "Do you know what time it is?"
Desmond pulled out his cell phone, only to stare at it in shock when he notices how many missed calls he's gotten, "Shit" He said quietly, standing up quickly.
"What?" Shaun stared up at him.
"I have fifteen missed calls, and their all from Ezio. I forgot my phone was on silent, this whole time." He rushed over to the door, "I need to go…"
Shaun had a bewildered look on his expression, "So, you're just going to leave?"
"Yeah….I'll catch you later, alright?" Before Shaun could answer, Desmond dashed out, closing the door behind him without saying another word.
"….Okay" Shaun said quietly to himself.
By now, Altair had already stripped out of his clothes, turning on the shower to the right temperature before getting in. He enjoyed the warm water running down his face and his nicely toned body. It sort of does help clear his mind from all the thoughts he's been having lately; especially what happened today in school.
But the only thing he can think about is Malik; when they kissed. In truth, it wasn't meant to be deliberate, just a simple way to avoid confrontation. But, since they shared one 'kiss', he couldn't stop thinking about him. Although, he never expected Malik to taste so good. And now he's just craving for more as if he has a new addiction. He wants to see Malik again. He wants be able to taste him.
Then this became a thought….Could it be that he desires blood? If he were to go after Malik, wouldn't he have done it already? But, this doesn't make sense; every time he was around Malik, his need for blood lessens, or at least he thinks that's what's happening. This only confuses him even further. He doesn't know why he is feeling like this? What was it that he wants exactly?!
He pressed his forehead to the wet tiled wall, "Malik…."
Don't worry about Altair. I'm not planning to have him try to eat Malik or anything. It seems confusing so far, but there shall be some revelations to this!
And also, I decided to split this chapter into two, because chapter 17 didn't exactly fit with this one.