A/N: Hey guys! Once again - I seem to be doing this for all my stories - I apologise! I've been so inactive and it's just maddness, I tell you! I've been settled into our new house for a while but I just couldn't bring myself to write, considering I left all good things on the otherside of the country. So, to be honest, I've been mooping around for the past two weeks, trynig to find friends and failing miserably. So tonight, I just thought - ah, well, fuck it, let's just get it and hopefully I'll get some positive reviews to cheer me up!

So, I'm hoping you guys like this chapter, though it is a bit more mature near the end... *grin*

Chapter Five

Friday

"Rodrigo has no idea how to run a fucking school!" Ezio growled, kicking a rather large looking rock, only to miss it and stub his toe against the curb.

"Ezio... the punishment you received was reasonable..." Leonardo mumbled, keeping his eyes on the concrete road as they walked out of the school. Desmond sighed as he looked at Ezio and Leonardo, both of them tense in their own ways. Though, Desmond was in agreement with Leonardo. A month of detentions after school with Mr. Hastings and a different elective instead of art? Now Desmond would never be able to talk to his teacher about the little mistake (more like big) he made at lunch. Or at least, he wouldn't be able to for a month.

"No it was not! Come on, and each of them are for an hour too! That's... that's..."

"Twenty hours, Ezio-"

"Twenty fucking hours with that tight ass! No thank you!" Ezio huffed and adjusted his backpack as they began down the main road and for a moment, Desmond believed he saw Mr. Hastings pull out and drive away. Then again, it wasn't like that was a rare thing, he did it every single day. Not that Desmond watched him. No, he wasn't a stalker of any sorts.

"Mr. Hastings can be... nice, sometimes. He's just missing something, Ezio..." Leonardo sighed with disappointment, wishing his friend could understand. Desmond scoffed and tightened his grip on his backpack strap. Just thinking about him now started to annoy Desmond. But for a moment, his thoughts trailed away from the irritating actions and the way he spoke and transitioned into something else. He imagined himself sprawled out on the teacher's desk, pushing off essays as Mr. Hastings began to undress him with quick and skilled hands. He could watch as his teacher began to undo his own, favourite black slacks to reveal perhaps hot pink briefs and just maybe, he would start to pull them down so he could-

"Desmond! Anyone in there? Your mouth is open so wide I could shove a watermelon in and you'd be fine." Ezio laughed, punching his friend hard in the shoulder. Desmond flinched and snapped out of his fantasy and looked around him, noticing that the school was no longer in sight.

"Sorry I was busy thinking about something else..." Desmond trailed off, not willing to share any of his thoughts with Ezio.

"Aww, come on, you can tell us! We won't tell a soul, right, Leo?" Ezio smirked and swung an arm around Leonardo's neck, pulling him in to noogie the top of his head, rubbing against his hat. Leonardo laughed as he tried to pull away pathetically, earning a small smile from Desmond as they continued to walk.

"Nah, it's nothing. But what's with you and Altair, Leo?" Desmond grinned, trying to direct the conversation somewhere else. Ezio suddenly let go of Leonardo, who pulled away hastily. Panting slightly, Leo adjusted his hat and his bag before he jumped up onto the curb, balancing as he walked, placing one foot playfully in front of the other.

"Nothing is with Altair and I..." Leonardo blushed as his lips twitched in a small smile. Desmond grinned a bit when Ezio suddenly found the ground a lot more interesting than he had just moments before.

"Right," Desmond nodded and pulled his iPod out of his pocket, immediately grinning when a picture of Batman crouching and flying on Superman's back greeted him before he unlocked the screen. Effortlessly he opened the music page and went straight to recently added, smiling when the new album he downloaded was listed in track order. He gently tapped 'Ain't No Rest for the Wicked' by Cage the Elephant, off their self titled album. Plugging his right ear bud in, he watched as Leonardo and Ezio bantered quietly over Malik and Altair. It almost made Desmond laugh.

But that laugh got caught in his throat as they passed a soccer field in use.

As he looked over, through the two story high fence, he saw two teams battling it out for dominance of the ball that was making its way towards Desmond. It struck hard against the fence from a powerful kick, causing Desmond to flinch slightly. But when a player in a green and white striped jersey came to grab it, his heart sank into his stomach. He was still wearing his glasses, his cheeks flushed a bright red and Desmond could clearly hear his teacher's heavy panting.

"Mr. Hastings...?" Desmond called out, catching the attention of his two friends who ran over to the fence to join him.

His teacher merely glanced at him before he picked up the soccer ball, turned his back and threw the ball in perfectly (at least in Desmond's eyes it was perfect). Desmond watched as Mr. Hastings jumped back into the game, on his toes and eager for the ball to come back in his direction. And it did.

"Go wide! Wide!" Shaun shouted and passed the ball to his left then made a run up the line. Desmond watched with his fingers wrapped into the warm metal of the fence links how Mr. Hastings moved, quickly and efficiently as he passed through the set of defenders. He made his way to a breakaway, with the defence trailing weakly behind him. Desmond clutched harder to the fence and he watched him wind up for the kick that would possibly get him a goal.

"No pressure, Mr. Hastings!" Ezio suddenly shouted, causing Shaun to take his shot a little too early. Desmond watched, cringed and sighed when the soccer ball hit the crossbar and one of the defenders managed to clear it out for another throw in. Desmond watched as Mr. Hastings turned around towards their direction but he couldn't exactly see his face; though he could guess it was probably one of annoyance and irritation.

"Ezio! Jeez, wasn't that a dick move?" Desmond snapped at him, still watching the teacher turn to play the game, jogging back to his position.

"Well, he deserved it. After all, he was the one who sent me to the office," Ezio huffed and noticed a set of bleachers on the other side of the fence. "Hey, why don't we go watch?" His grin was mischievous as he looked at Desmond, who glanced at Leonardo and he could tell that he was slightly uncomfortable about the situation.

"Nah, let's head back and-"

"No, you two may watch. I should head home anyways... I have painting lessons after school," he smiled meekly before he started walking backwards.

"Aww, so soon? I didn't even get to make a move on ya," Ezio grinned and turned to his friend, ignoring Desmond's presence completely. Leonardo blushed and stopped in his tracks, then opened his arms for a hug. Ezio laughed and squeezed him, making sure to give him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Leonardo mumbled a goodbye to Desmond, who did the same, his eyes still on the field.

"Come on," Ezio smirked as he watched Leonardo walk down the street, carrying all his books. Desmond nodded and followed him to the bleachers, where he set his backpack on the dry ground and sprawled out, taking a large breath.

"Man, I hate that Altair guy..." Ezio grumbled, doing the exact same as Desmond. They sat together, both watching the game where the soccer ball went back and forth on the field, neither of the teams able to get proper possession.

"Huh? What's wrong with Altair? He's cool. Laid back, smooth, nice, keeps to himself but that means he isn't an arrogant dick and-"

"But that's exactly where you're wrong, Des. He is an arrogant dick. He plays that loner kid style to seem mysterious and draw people in. Inside, he really is a massive attention whore," Ezio chuckled as one of the players got ploughed down by the keeper, who managed to get his hands on a loose ball.

"What, and you're not?" Desmond teased, only to receive a punch in the shoulder from his friend. Ezio laughed and kicked up his feet, trying to single out the one who was his teacher.

"So, do you have the hots for Mr. Hastings or something?" Ezio raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at Desmond, whose face suddenly turned a bright red.

"No! Of course not, he-"

"You so do," Ezio smirked and sat upright and stared at Desmond, urging him to spill more.

"Nah, the guy's shoved up his ass too much to seem likable and he's ugly as fuck. Even Vidic's better looking," Desmond laughed, finding the words unnatural coming out of his mouth. Vidic was pretty damn ugly, though.

"Ha! That's what I like to hear," Ezio smiled and pulled Desmond into a headlock, ruffling what there was of his hair. Desmond grunted and pulled away from Ezio, punching him playfully in the stomach. In return, Ezio pinned him down on his back to the uncomfortable wooden blencher, rendering his hands useless as Ezio held them above Desmond's head. But Desmond still had his feet, which were kicking in order to get Ezio to jump off.

"Anyways," Ezio said as he stuck his knee up between Desmond's legs with a sinister smile, causing Desmond to freeze.

"Cheap bastard," Desmond muttered.

Ezio laughed. "You wanna come over for a sleepover tonight? I got nothing else to do."

"If you get off me, I will," Desmond sneered but smiled when Ezio rolled his eyes and slid off him, sitting upright to watch the game. Desmond looked up to see that the players were just clearing the pitch, signalling halftime. Desmond watched Mr. Hastings reside to the bench with a stern expression on his face. For a moment, he caught his gaze and all air around him disappeared. It was like everything else just crumbled to nothing and he was stuck in the 5th dimension. Just him and Mr. Hastings.

"Hey, let's go, shall we?" Ezio nudged Desmond, who was suddenly pulled back to reality.

"Yeah, alright..." He replied with reluctance as he slipped off the bench and grabbed his backpack grudgingly.

"Man, I wonder who's gonna move into that new house," Ezio mused as they began up his steps.

"Hey, wouldn't it be great if it were Mr. Hastings?" Desmond laughed, consciously hoping that he was right. Ezio laughed and pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocking the massive looking door in front of them. As he opened it, Petruccio rushed over and gave Ezio a massive hug.

"Ezio!" Petruccio shouted happily, squeezing him as Federico walked out from the bathroom.

"Hey, bro! What's up?" Ezio grinned as he picked up his younger brother, hugged him and set then him down.

"Nothing! Mom and dad made dinner and you're kinda late – is Desmond staying?" Petruccio looked at him and Desmond could only smile back, his mind still on his teacher.

"Yeah, I gotta let the 'rents know. Whatcha doing, Federico?" Ezio asked as he followed him out to the kitchen, where Desmond suddenly picked up an alluring scent and trailed behind the two brothers.

"I'm going out later on tonight – though you should know, dad got a call from the school about your little... moment," Federico grinned and slipped into the kitchen before Ezio could get in another word. With a sigh, Ezio walked in to see Giovanni and Maria at the kitchen, both bickering over something unimportant to him. Silently, Ezio took place at the table, which had already been set and Desmond joined him reluctantly.

"No, you are not going out tonight to meet your 'business partner'! Enough's enough, Giovanni! You have been going out for this business too much – I want you home tonight in our bed, nowhere else," Maria snapped, glaring at her husband with sharp eyes.

"Maria! I have to do this – how else do you think I bring income in? The bank-"

"The bank pays you well enough, Giovanni! You do not need another job on the side-"

Ezio cleared his throat loudly.

"Ohhhh! My son!" Maria turned around with a forced smile on her lips, though Desmond saw that Giovanni made no effort to create a warm environment around him. "Where have you been? I hope not visiting the neighbour ladies again – I await the day they come to me with complaints of your mischief."

Ezio laughed, grinning as he glanced at Desmond. "Nah, I just-"

"Ezio, I know all about your incident with the art teacher this afternoon – do not bother to retell the story in your words."

"But father!" Ezio began but was silenced by a sharp glance from his father.

"Ezio, such things are disrespectful and not tolerated by those with higher authority and the next time you do it," Giovanni began to raise his voice and Ezio shrunk just a tiny bit in his seat, "try not to get caught – it's quite a bother, trying not to laugh over the phone as the principal tells me what happened." Ezio's father broke out into a large grin, walked over and slapped his hand against Ezio's shoulder, who couldn't help but grin like the trouble maker he was.

"Giovanni! Do not encourage him!" Maria scolded, though with a twinkle behind her eye. Desmond hid his smile as he looked down at the placemats, acting as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

"Anyways!" Ezio called out before the two partners could start a light hearted argument. "What's for supper?"

"If you could be patient for one moment, then you'd know," Maria laughed, smiling at Desmond as she began to call all her children to the table. Desmond always felt welcome at family dinners at Ezio's house – everyone was warm and happy, in complete contrast to the constant misery at his own house. Anywhere but home was better for Desmond. Even if he had a choice between his own house and a lion's den – at least the lions would get it over with quickly instead of making him suffer.

"God damn, Ezio," Desmond laughed as they made their way up the stairs, stomachs bursting with warm, well cooked Italian food; eyes almost near bleeding from the constant watching of family television.

"What? I love my mother's cooking – it kicks any other chef's ass. And come on, spending an hour with my family afterwards watching TV and making snide remarks isn't that bad," Ezio smiled as they walked into his bedroom and Desmond sighed, hoping at least some of it had been turned around. There was a bunk bed, larger than most, in the corner of the room. The walls were littered with multiple posters; varying from porn stars – or so Ezio tells him, they're not very attractive – to artists and movies. Desmond glanced at the desk in the corner, knowing that its contents weren't that of study, but more so of pleasure. Desmond shuddered whenever he was near that drawer.

"You don't need to phone your folks, right?"

"Fuck, I will later. Or they can just worry about where I am, I really don't give a shit," Desmond scowled, instantly causing Ezio to roll his eyes and turn on the TV in the opposite corner of the room.

"Christ, Desmond – what's the matter with you?" Ezio tested, raising an eyebrow as Desmond quickly climbed onto the top bunk and tossed his sweater at his friend. "Hey!"

"Nothing's the matter with me – I just have nothing to do all Spring Break. It's boring," Desmond faked a yawn as he sprawled out on the bed, listening as Ezio searched through drawers for an extra set of pyjamas. In moments, Desmond found himself wearing green plaid pj bottoms, without a shirt, since Ezio didn't have any clean ones and Desmond wasn't touching any of Ezio's dirty shirts. Not even God knew what some of those stains were.

"Well, I'll tell you something," Ezio settled into his bottom bunk, trying to hide his massive grin as he flipped through the channels.

"What now? What chick did you score, Ezio? We all know about your irresistible charms, so do grace me with this knowledge," Desmond smirked and felt Ezio kick the bed underneath him. "Watch it!"

Ezio laughed. "No, man! Maybe you'll score a chick! My parents are gonna be away for a couple of days over Spring Break and they're leaving Federico in charge of the house. He's letting me throw a house party one night, then the night afterwards he's throwing one with all his grade twelve friends – most of them are douchebags but whatever, it's all fair."

"Really?" Desmond looked at the TV, only to see the screen covered with a pair of nude breasts. He instantly looked away. "That sounds great – count me out."

"Why? You need to do some social shit, Des. Leave your books at home for once, man – enjoy life! This is high school, the last few years of freedom! Come on man, I'm pretty much inviting our whole grade plus a few other cool people. It's gonna piss off all the neighbours but fuck 'em," Ezio laughed, and made a noise of approval at something on the TV – Desmond didn't even want to know. He began to kick the bottom of Desmond's bed.

"Fine! If you stop kicking the bottom of my fucking bed, I'll go! How's that?" Desmond growled playfully, sighing in relief when the kicks stopped.

"Great. Now, if you'll mind, I'm continuing from where I left off on this porno some guy lent me."

"Ezio! Here? Now? Seriously?" But he was ignored and instead, was answered to the sound of a woman moaning softly. Desmond's ears flushed red as he stole a glance at the TV, only wishing he hadn't. A teacher faintly resembling Mr. Hastings was underneath a busty blonde, who was bouncing up and down on him. Desmond's mouth instantly went dry as he found the tension in his boxers grow tight.

"Hey, uh... Ezio?"

"Yeah? What is it?" Ezio asked, eyes glued to the bombshell blonde.

"Do you have any Kleenex?" Desmond asked; it's not that he was a prude, he just found watching porn to be mildly dirty. Instead of answering him, a whole, unopened box was tossed up and Desmond just barely caught it as he positioned himself. "Turn it down a little, Ezio... It's loud..."

"Fuck you," Ezio chuckled as he turned up the volume, knowing that everyone had either gone to bed or was downstairs, where they wouldn't hear the television. Desmond crudely let his eyes fall on the TV but instead of watching the slim, mildly attractive woman, Desmond's eyes were all over the man and his appealing physique.

If only... Desmond mouthed as he closed his eyes, pretending that his hands weren't his own.

A/N: Leave a review, you guys! Please? They do make me feel so much better... *smiles*