A/N: Hey guys, it's me! Sorry I haven't been updating but I got some baaaad news for you. My computer has gone to the shits and I won't be writing/doing much for the next while until they fix it. We're taking it in tomorrow and either they can fix it or they can't, or I get a new laptop. So, this may take a while. You can guys at least hold on to this; a very rough, short, unbeta'd chapter which I went over only twice (both times exhausted as ever). I swear to god I'll write better crap because once we get to Ezio's party, shit is gonna be going doooown.

Edit: By the way, if you were wondering, I gave Malik two arms and it's got reasoning behind it. Sorry about that, if I mention it earlier but I changed it now.

Chapter Seven

Saturday/Sunday

"Mom! Uh... Hi..." Desmond smiled shyly, feeling his face turn the brightest red possible.

She merely looked at him with a blank expression, lips moving slowly as if she were trying to say something but nothing came out.

"That... uh, just... Malik. Friend. Uh... Boy?" Desmond felt himself getting incredibly flustered; his words weren't even coming out right. But silently, he took the bullet and cast his gaze on the floor, trying to ignore the burning stare of his mother. "That... did you see that?"

It finally roused a word from her. "Yes. Yes I did, Desmond."

"Oh," Desmond bit his lip, wishing for the pain to get over with. He had discussed this kind of thing with his mother before and she always condemned it, saying it was a terrible sickness that infected the mind. He clearly remembered her calling "homosexuality" a parasite that would latch into its host's brain and turn their thoughts vile.

"Mom..." Desmond began but his mother turned around, a hand to her mouth.

"You know how I feel about this kind of thing."

Desmond felt his heart sank. It was almost worse than Mr. Hastings rejecting him.

"... I know but-"

"Then why'd you do it outside our door?" His mother began to raise her voice and Desmond wanted nothing more than to crawl into a tight ball. But before Desmond slip out, his father walked in.

"Stephanie? What seems to be our problem?" His father asked with an eyebrow raised, but a sudden wave of shock washed over him when he saw his wife crying.

"George... Desmond is a homosexual!" She cried out, wiping her eyes with her white, long sleeve.

"... Oh." He slowly looked at Desmond, who suddenly felt his legs turn to jell-o and he could barely stand as he held onto the doorknob.

"I-I can explain..." Desmond began, but his dad merely shook his head and walked over to hug his wife.

Great, Desmond thought. They both hate me.

"No... Desmond, that's quite alright," George began. "I... just... would you join us for dinner? Or have you already ate...?"

Desmond looked at him, confused as ever. Wasn't he supposed to be yelling at him?

"Uh... I-I ate already," a lie fell from Desmond's lips and he immediately regretted it. He wanted to talk to his parents about this.

"Wait... so... That's it...?" Stephanie pulled away and looked at her husband. "You're not... going to get angry?"

"... Honey, let's talk about this quietly," he took his wife's hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it gently. Desmond would have rolled his eyes, had he been in a lighter mood but now wasn't the time.

"I'll... just... be in my room?" Desmond slowly began to slink towards the stairs and his mother immediately moved out of the way and walked out with his dad. He could hear her crying as he made his way up the steps and into his room. But finally, once he shut the door, he couldn't hear them talk anymore.

"... Idiots," Desmond mumbled and fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Then he suddenly felt incredibly stupid and got back up, looking for something to do. Before he could walk over to the PlayStation 3 in the corner of his room, his phone vibrated. With a sigh, he pulled it out and flipped it open to find a text from Malik.

Hey, are you ok? You seemed kinda tense the door... -m

Desmond frowned. He definitely wouldn't be telling Malik about Mr. Hastings. Then a suddenly guilt overcame he and he slowly found himself typing out on his keyboard.

I cant do this Malik – I love someone else too much... -d

But just before he pressed sent, another text popped up.

Were you just nervous about the kiss? haha it was my first one so I hope it was okay... -m

Quickly, Desmond held backspace button on his phone, making sure his message wouldn't get sent. Instead, he typed out something completely different before he sat down on his beanie bag chair.

Yeah you kinda caught me off guard there -d

Desmond started up his PlayStation 3, surprised to see Ezio was online.

Im sorry :(? -m

Sighing, Desmond invited Ezio to join him in Dead Rising 2 campaign co-op.

Nah don't be, I cant wait for the next date. -d

He felt slightly bad but then again, perhaps things could work? Although, his mind always wandered to his teacher. He felt sick, wondering what the man was doing right now, if he was thinking of him the way he was. If Mr. Hastings was with men from downtown like Ezio had said. Desmond then started to think about how experienced he was, how well his hands could work Desmond up and his lips... Desmond didn't even want to start thinking about his lips but he did, causing him to get aroused when he didn't exactly want to.

Really? Well, I can make that pretty soon if you want ;) –m

Desmond groaned. Even though he was talking with Malik, he found himself thinking about Mr. Hastings and how great his thighs would look as Desmond would slip off his pants. Biting his lower lip, Desmond got up and locked his door, making sure neither of his parents would walk in on him. Slowly, he began to undo his jeans, thinking about how fantastic it would be if Mr. Hastings would do all this for him, holding his smaller body in his arms. Curling his toes, Desmond began to jack off again, finding he was going to be doing this kind of thing more frequently.

Naked, he wanted Shaun to climb on top of him, not being gentle in the slightest bit. He really wanted his teacher to fuck him so hard he-

Suddenly, his phone began to ring his and his ring tone of [insert cool song here] began to go off. He was just about to leave it keep ringing when he noticed the name on the screen. Malik Al-Sayf. Taking a deep breath, he stopped and picked it up.

"Hello?" Desmond breathed, instantly sending shivers down his own spine.

"Oh, hey. You just didn't respond to my last two texts, I kinda figured you forget about them or something," Malik laughed nervously, but Desmond could hear how embarrassed he felt. He knew Malik didn't want to come off as clingy, but it was their first proper relationship – or at least, Desmond figured that was it.

"Oops, sorry, I just kinda got... uh, pre-occupied..." Desmond mumbled, feeling his face flush.

"What are you doing?" Malik asked and Desmond groaned lightly, finding out that his right hand had a mind of its own as he slowly began to rub himself again, phone in his left.

"Just... stuff," Desmond's breath hitched and he immediately bit down on his tongue but it was too late – he knew Malik knew what he was doing.

"Oh. I'll just uh... call you back..." Malik said awkwardly and just as Desmond was about to flip his phone shut, Malik called out. "Wait!"

"Nghn... What?" Desmond grunted, feeling himself growing redder by the second. It just felt so good, he couldn't exactly let go. Licking his lips, Desmond closed his eyes and kept thinking of Mr. Hastings doing down on him like they did in the videos.

"My parents aren't home and... well... Kadar is outside so... Y'know... I could slowly rub your inner thighs and begin to lick to your base and-"

"Wait - what?" Desmond immediately stopped and his eyes flashed open.

"Uh... just... I think they call it phone sex and..." Malik suddenly found himself going into a tangent and all the meanwhile, Desmond was going soft.

"Look, uh, shit... I gotta go, my parents gotta talk to me I'll talk to you later," Desmond said as fast as he could and only hung up after he heard Malik say a reluctant goodbye. Carefully, he tossed his phone into his laundry hamper and groaned, shutting off his PS3 with annoyance.

"Why can't anything go fucking right?" Desmond mumbled to himself and flopped down on his bed. With a frown, he curled up in his sheets, waiting for his parents to come up and bang on his door. But they didn't. Not for the three hours he laid in bed, doing nothing but trying to get some sleep.

I don't want to go out today... Desmond thought to himself as he looked at the clock. It was already noon.

Instead he hopped onto his PlayStation 3, played for a couple of hours and went downstairs every once and a while to get something to eat. With his parents at work, he didn't need to worry about getting caught by them. He hated the way they kept things, how they always wanted to know where he was, as if someone was tracking him down and if something was going to happen, they needed to get to him first. It was uncomfortable, always having their eye on him like a protective hawk of its babies. So instead, he tried to avoid them as best as he could knowing that even in the end, he didn't really get along with them well.

Over protective mother, Desmond had repeated in his head for the past five years, knowing that she was only trying to do her best as a mom.

The day went by without a single change of clothes as Desmond wasted time on his PS3, starting with a hundred zombie kills and ending up with a thousand.

He hadn't even noticed that his laundry basket was missing until Monday morning.