Desmond was asleep. Not that he knew it of course, people rarely do. It wasn't that he thought he was awake though, it was more that he really didn't think about it. He was far too preoccupied by the fantastic world created by the human imagination when the body is at rest.
But the world that he was enjoying at the moment was a far cry from the common conception of a dreamscape. Away from the candy cane forest and Gumdrop Rivers, Desmond was dreaming much closer to home, and of nothing quite so innocent.
Two auburn eyes looked up at him from under a fringe of short ginger hair. The normally perfectly spiked locks getting steadily messier as their owner squirmed around on the unmade bedspread. Desmond worked his arms round those restless hips, resting more of his weight against the body beneath him as encouragement to lie still.
Desmond took a moment to stare back into those wary eyes hiding behind clear lenses, exactly like his lover in every single detail, except lacking that cold cynical glint and gaining a touch of hesitation and worry. Emotions that Shaun had never shown in the bedroom. At least, not openly...
Thare was something deeper too, a bond of trust between the two. A timid, delicate trust Desmond would have to be extra careful not to brake as he taught the other lessons that could never be learned from the pages of a book.
The sleeping Desmond rolled over in bed, his left arm falling off the side of the queen mattress he shared with his fellow assassin/current lover, Shaun. As he dreamed, something in the back of Desmond's subconscious triggered a feeling of guilt and his dreaming mind steadily acted on it. Editing the dreamt scenario accordingly.
Desmond felt the soft press of a chest against his back as Shaun leaned over his shoulder, calmly observing how his twin brother was stretched out under the other assassin. Even though he was still holding his indifferent attitude, Desmond could still detect notes of the perverse excitement Shaun was hiding.
"Give him a little more, he can take it." Shaun instructed, his left hand sliding all the way down Desmond's back his fingers gently prodding-
Shaun's eyes flew open with a near addible snap, wrenched cruelly from his own slumber by the lewd moans and grunts coming from the other side of the bed. The historian grumbled into his pillow weighing up his options for dealing with this nuisance.
Normally he wouldn't have paused before going over there, flipping that twat onto his stomach, and giving him something to moan about. But this morning he was still tired out from yesterday's uncomfortable events, and it seemed he lacked the energy needed for early morning intercourse er… I mean, dealing with Desmond properly. Sadly, just lying still didn't seem to be an option because that infernal moaning was getting louder. So Shaun did what any decent boyfriend would have done, and kicked the sod's sorry arse out of bed.
Desmond hit the floor for the second time in as many hours, his lovely dream world shattering, and just when it was getting good to! "Ow, Shaun! What the hell?" he groaned his fingers digging into the side of the mattress as he pulled himself back up.
"You're keeping me up with your wet dreams again." Shaun muttered, rolling over so his back was to the ex-bartender, adding; "it's time for you to get up anyway, so why don't you go have a shower?..And take care of your morning wood while you're at it. Because, as said like the English accented bastard that I am, I'm too knackered to shag you."
Desmond frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, but did as he was bayed. Leaving for the bath room in a huff of irritation, that didn't completely cover the fact that he was aroused to the point of discomfort.
Surrounded by hot water and glass Desmond finally found time to think, reliving what he remembered of his dream. Letting the images flash behind his eyes, focusing only on indulging himself in his latest deep dark fantasy.
It wasn't until after completion that his mind returned to planet earth, and that old nagging sense of guilt began to claw back up into his head. Sure, technically it was only a dream, but it was a dream that had come close to reality for a few brief moments yesterday afternoon.
It wasn't that he didn't still like Shaun, He loved Shaun! He was the snarky, condescending, British yin to his gruff and cynical American yang. As far as there sex life went, Desmond was no less attracted to him as he had been the time they had that tussle in the backseat of Lucy's car.
But then thare was Danny… Shaun's secret adorable brother. Having only met him yesterday he hadn't learned much about the man, but Desmond had gotten the impression that he was a kindhearted, reserved individual. With a habit of getting himself into strange circumstances.
Danny had this ability to intrigue Desmond to no end. He was just like his lover, only not at all at the same time. It was so odd to see Shaun's mouth open, hear his voice speaking, but have the words contrast almost completely with the personality.
Aside from the mental interest thare was a physical one as well, imagine being in-between two identical copies of the body he knew and loved so completely... Just thinking about it made Desmond heat up, After all, who doesn't dream of twins? And besides was it really cheating if Shaun was there to? Hum… he would have to look this up.
Desmond gave the faucet a quick turn to shut it off and stepped out of the shower, looking himself over in the steam covered mirror as he wrapped a towel around his waist, running a hand over his short hair to dispel a few water droplets.
Once he was fully clothed, Desmond made his way to the kitchenette for breakfast. Walking by the dining room table where the bespectacled Brit was sitting, taking long slow sips of his usual daybreak mug of tea.
"Morning Shaun" Desmond greeted as he passed, adding a hint of hostility to indicate he hadn't forgotten about the rude awakening this morning.
"Shaun?" the man in the chair turned and raised his eyebrows at Desmond. The assassin blinked, suddenly realising his mistake. "Er.. Sorry Danny..." he apologised smiling nervously. Trying to ignore the Images of his dream that began to rise and prod him sternly in the back of the head. That combined with the oh-so recent memories of having his hand down those well-fitted jeans convinced Desmond to make a speedy retreat into the kitchen.
Strong fingers gripped the counter for support as their owner forcefully turned his thoughts to pancakes, orange juice, scrambled eggs, sausages…. Ok maybe not sausages, but everything else breakfast related.
Desmond quickly located some toast and then after a little more searching he found the toaster too. Putting the two together before getting his customary glass of juice. Casting a glance back at the man in the other room as he pored it into a glass.
Danny had been forced to stay the night at the hideout, because thanks to the little slipup that had led to their meeting, the Templar's were now actively combing the area for any assassin activity. It went without saying that letting the spitting image of the assassin's most valuable historian wander around in the middle of a templar manhunt was not a good idea.
Desmond's toast popped and the man sighed, grabbing the peanut butter and jelly from their respective cupboards and finished fixing his breakfast. Holding the plate in one hand and his juice in the other. Desmond walked back into the dining room, steeling himself to sit down at the table, across from Danny.
Illicit fantasies aside, Danny was still his boyfriend's brother and it was better to try to get along than remain in this strange and uncomfortable limbo. Not just for the sake of the relationship, but also because thare was always the possibility of Danny becoming his future brother in law.
"So er... Sleep well?" Desmond asked lamely, his brain seemingly stumped for any good conversation starters. Danny looked up from his nearly drained cup -Christ their eyes were even the same color- and shrugged. "Fine I suppose, room was nice if a little… snug." he offered.
"Sorry about that, hideouts are usually only set to handle teams of four. Luckily for you we've had an extra room since I started sleeping with Shaun." Desmond explained, only realising when Danny glanced away uneasily that perhaps he didn't need the details of his brother's sex life.
"So I hear you're a bit of a celebrity." Desmond stated, hurriedly changing the subject. Danny nodded a bit before answering "I suppose you could say that but-"
" afraid 'bit of a celebrity' is an understatement love.." both men sitting at the table looked up to find Danny's brother standing in the doorway, holding the dishes from last night's midnight snack loosely in his left hand.
"Danny's done a fair lot of interesting things since I last saw him." Shaun continued not halting his slow walk to the kitchen as he chatted at both males.
"Like what?" Desmond asked knowing all too well that was exactly what his boyfriend wanted him to ask.
"If I'm not mistaken, over the last few years he's started his own cult by accident, said yes to every offer or proposal for a year, went cross country looking for all his old high school friends, wrote acclaimed books about all three misadventures, one of which was turned into a major motion picture, I believe you've seen it Desmond, it was called 'yes man' you know the one with Jim Carrey and Zooey Deschanel?" Shaun was in the kitchen at this point but he was talking loudly enough that he could still be easily herd from the dining room.
"Wait, you're the guy who did that?" Desmond gawked, looking back at Danny, deeply impressed. Danny glanced back into his lap nodding again. Shaun's voice floated back from the other room to finish off his list of Danny's achievements..
"He's also currently king of his own micro-nation and runs a radio show, combined with a smattering of TV appearances over the last few years, talk shows, game shows, that sort of thing." Shaun finished, returning from the kitchen and sitting down on Desmond's other side.
"Wow, didn't know you'd been keeping up.." Danny muttered glancing at his brother.
"Your family Dan, I have been keeping an eye on you, not that advanced background checks were needed considering your habits." Shaun explained crossing his arms over his chest.
"Morning boys! You'll be happy to know that our operation was a success." This time it was Rebecca who interjected, breezing in through the door, dressed from head to heel in tactical urban camouflage. She flashed the boys a wild grin before dropping a full to bursting duffle bag down on the dining room table.
"What operation." Shaun was the first to ask, slowly inching away from Rebecca who was radiating heat, her cheeks flushed with the marks of an active morning.
"Er.. We don't have an official name for it, I just like to call it "secret mission: sneak-into-Danny's-flat-and-go-get-some-of-his-stuff" Rebecca explicated grabbing a seat on the table and crossing her legs in a very unwomanly manner.
"What?" this time it was Danny's turn to be confused. Thankfully Lucy, who was dressed near identically to Rebecca and also carrying a large bag entered the room. She smiled apologetically at the humorist and tried to explain the situation in a much more relaxed manner. "Sorry Danny, but we just can't risk templar detection right now.. You're going to have to stick around for a week or two."
"But what about my-" Danny started but Lucy cut him off. "We've already contacted your work, the BBC was only too happy to hear you got a temporary position working with the national charity 'aid for orphans' and will be expecting you back in a few weeks."
Danny paused for a second thinking it over before sighing exasperatedly, deciding it was better to agree to this madness than argue with a woman in full combat gear and a machine gun on her back, even if she had proven herself to be a very nice woman in full combat gear and a machine gun on her back. Desmond bit down on his grin, trying not to look too pleased about this whole affair, while Shaun visibly stiffened in the seat next to him. Caught between the chance to catch up with his long lost brother and discomfort over the presence of the very same thing.
Noticing how quiet everyone had gotten, Rebecca pushed herself off the table and turned to the others. Suddenly adopting a near offensively bad English accent. "If you blokes don't mind I'm going to hop in the shower to wash off this right bloody pong" she quipped making for the door. Shaun snapped back to life and huffed "You're not English Rebecca!" after the retreating technology geek.