A/N: Hi there! Sorry it took me so long for the update. Huuuge writer's block and I have a few more plot bunnies jumping around in my head. I hope you guys aren't mad at me for taking too long ~ I'm trying to keep up with this, I seriously am. The plot's gonna advance reaaaaal slowly because I really need to work up to my climax. I got 2 other projects in the works, so I'm just trying to make these all even. Anyways, big thanks to those who gave me some songs! The mix is coming along nicely. Also, a huuuuge thanks to googleit6, who beta's my stories and probably rolls her eyes at my clichés. Plus, another thank you to everyone who's kept reading past all the good smut and into my actual... well, attempt at writing. Thank you so very much for all the praise you guys have given me.

PS: Changed to an M rating because... well... I think thing's are going to get more... ahem, mature, further in the story. Just a heads up.


Chapter Seven, Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

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Desmond sat anxiously on the bed, hands clasped tightly together.

Vidic had been right. It was a pathetic excuse for a bed. He felt like he was sitting on stone, but then again, stone would have at least been a tad bit comfier. Time did not go by as Desmond sat, for an unknown length of time. Without a clock, or even the sight of the sun, he had no idea whether the sun has risen or fallen again. What seemed ages could have really only been minutes. He tried counting by seconds, but once he reached four hundred and eighty-three, he gave up.

Numerous times, he tried to position himself right. That was, after he took a look around his captive cell. It wasn't like jail, at least, not the look of it. It certainly felt like it. He had a bathroom, with a door, but, the flaws to the door were that cameras were hidden in the corner. Well, not exactly hidden if he could see them in plain sight. So he wasn't expecting to take a shower or strip down naked anytime soon.

He grew uneasy as he laid down on the bed, crossed and uncrossed his legs many times. He couldn't hear a word out of the other room. Not clearly, at least. They were all muffled and merged together and every once and a while, he heard Shaun scream or cuss at whoever was working with him. Every time he heard the man shout, it brought his thoughts back to room around him. Had Shaun truly lead the Templars to him? Was he a bad guy? Should he trust him? Would he help him escape? Shaun had thousands of possibilities of his identity to Desmond – he was the mystery man of the hour. But what was constantly on his mind was the night before – how much he had liked it. Never before had he thought of a man that way, not even once. He liked his breasts on long legs, not that he could mingle with them that often. But working in a bar gave him the perfect, free view of whatever he damn well wanted to have.

"We'll have you both up tomorrow to start running tests. Sleep well," a familiar female's voice cooed, holding Shaun by the arm as she pulled him in. Desmond sat up and looked at Lucy, who smiled half heartedly at him and spun back around, the door sliding shut behind her. Shaun's pants were ripped at the spot he had been brutally stabbed, his shirt splattered with droplets of blood and a single spot on his arm was a bright red from the burn. Desmond watched as he made his way to the bed, without saying a word, and sat down lifelessly on it.

He didn't know if he should have asked him if he was alright or not.

"Are you going to ask me if I'm alright or not?" Shaun sneered in his British accent, running his fingers over the mark.

"Are you ever going to tell me the truth?" He snapped back, feeling a bit of pity for the man in front of him. He wasn't sympathetic, he wasn't going to offer his condolence – he was just pitiful, with the way he looked. Underneath his pants, he could see through the rip in the fabric, he was freshly bandaged and he was in extreme pain.

"Look who's talking, Mr. Greene," he snarled, adjusting his glasses which had, surprisingly, survived the whole ordeal so far.

"You don't even exist."

Shaun snorted. Where had this Shaun's personality come from? Had he swapped brains somewhere? Wasn't he supposed to be some shy, cute little historian? Desmond couldn't exactly put together his inconstancies. So he was going to try and ask him instead.

Shaun beat him to the chase. "What the bloody hell is your problem? Why did you get us caught? Are you some kind of lunatic, asking for a death wish from Abstergo? Might you be mad and-"

"Are you a Gemini?" Desmond interrupted him.

"What the bloody fuck does that have to do with anything?"

"Multiple personalities. At the bar and back at my apartment, you were cute and shy – now, you're a dick."

Shaun laughed at his remark, gritting his teeth in pain.

"No, Desmond. I was just trying to... hm, lure you in? You seemed to go for the cute, shy and sensitive type."

"I do not!"

"You went for me, didn't you?"

He had a good point.

"Besides, you... hm, intrigued me."

"What was all the shit about Eagle Vision?"

"Are you like a tiny child with ADD? Unable to concentrate for one moment?" Shaun sighed, fidgeting uncomfortably on the bed. He could feel the wound deep in his thigh – they hadn't given him anything for pain killers.

"Tell me. Start from scratch," Desmond growled. "Start with Abstergo. What the hell do they want with me?"

"I don't know, Desmond," Shaun replied, trying to keep an eye out for hidden cameras.

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He couldn't exactly tell him everything he knew.

That would just be like suicide – if Vidic was listening in. They couldn't know he was the one spreading the news about the evil company, telling everyone to avoid it like the bloody plague. He had been voicing himself for once; that there was a huge battle going on between and good and evil, Assassins and Templars. If no one acted, the Assassins would be wiped out, an extinct race from society that they needed. Shaun looked at Desmond. How could he have been so god damn naive? Hadn't Lucy been messaging them secretly about a guy named Desmond Miles – Abstergo's next target? He had taken him to bed, slept with him and had literally almost been dragged out of the apartment by Vidic's goons. He had been stabbed in the leg, burned in the arm, smashed against the concrete and the list went on and on painfully. He was sore to no end.

He didn't feel like going any further but he had to. It was either that or death.

Reluctantly, he looked up at Desmond.

"Yes you do know!"

He obviously knew something Shaun didn't, and vice versa. But it wasn't like they could share secrets in their closed little space, regarded like guinea pigs after they've been given a dangerous chemical – waiting for them to rot on the inside. Of course, that's exactly what they were going to do. Load their brains with toxic bullshit and wait for one of them to crack and spill everything they had been told not to tell.

"No, I don't! Desmond, I'm just a normal guy!"

"Then what was all the shit about Eagle Vision?" He shouted and Shaun could feel the frustration radiating off him. "And you knowing what a Templar is! Any regular person would have-" before he could finish his sentence, Shaun's fist collided with a loud smack! against his nose.

That was it! He had a brilliant plan.

"What the fuck?" Desmond growled as his back hit the wall, covering his nose with his hand. He drew it back to find small splotches of blood and just as he was about to hit Shaun back, the man pinned him to the wall. "You have some god damn nerve!" He hissed between clutched teeth, as he tried to pry his hands away from Shaun, who had them bunched together over his head. "Let go!" Desmond shouted, following with a long string of profanities.

"Shut the fuck up, Desmond. I'm going to tell you everything you need to know," he hissed into his ear, licking his neck slowly as a cover up. He could feel the man squirm under his hot breath, an arousal stirring beneath his jeans. Slowly, he let go of his hands and in exchange, straddled Desmond, being extremely careful of his leg, and began to undo his pants button. With the quick flick of a thumb, he had the man's jeans open and he easily slid a hand in, grabbing a hold of Desmond's length.

He moaned and Shaun leaned in, ears pressed close to his ear as he began to gently slide his hand up and down. "My name is Shaun Hastings. I'm an Assassin, just like you, Desmond Miles."

"How did you - Ah!" He moaned, biting down on his lip when he felt Shaun gently slide a thumb over the tip of his hard on. Shaun smirked and kissed him hard on the lips, praying to God that Vidic was watching them and he was making the old man uncomfortable. Though, he did feel slightly bad for Lucy, who would probably be watching their indecencies beside her boss.

"Lucy works for us, she's a double agent," he moaned into his ear, hoping it looked as if he was dirty talking to his man. "Though don't act like you know that. Abstergo is a company and they're looking for something – but we don't know what yet. They say something about peace, but their means about doing so contradict their goal. Just keep moaning my name."

"Nghn... Shaun," he groaned, toes curling in anticipation. It raised goose bumps on Shaun's arms and eerily sent cold chills down his spine.

"If we don't do what they want us to do, we'll be dead. So just play along and everything will end up fine. Lucy won't let us be killed," Shaun murmured, sucking roughly on Desmond's neck, smirking in self satisfaction as he found the man's simple sensitive spot. Desmond gasped and grabbed Shaun's shoulder – the bad one.

"Fuck! Watch it, you mindless git!" Shaun snapped, feeling his vexation shoot high and ebb away when Desmond whispered an apology and grabbed his hips, careful of his wound. Shaun's head was pounding and his thigh was throbbing, shoulder stinging but he still wanted to fuck the man below him. He wanted to take control, show him that he wasn't the feeble submissive back at the apartment, but more so the aggressive dominant. Instead he kissed him, roughly pushing their lips together as his stomach violently did back flips.

Immediately, he could feel his lust growing to a dangerous level. It was too easy for a simple minded idiot to get too wrapped up in something as tempting as sex.

Shaun kept pumping, his fingers slick with pre-cum as Desmond grabbed the front of his shirt, moaning louder than he meant to. "Damn it, Shaun," he growled, his voice husky and practically incoherent through his heavy panting. Shaun reached out with his free hand, painfully, and grabbed the back of Desmond's neck and smashed their lips together. Before he could shove his tongue down the other man's throat, he felt a large tremor from Desmond and all of a sudden, his hands were coated with a warm, wet liquid. Pulling back, he scowled at Desmond. Shaun wasn't a simple minded idiot.

"You could have given me a god damn warning," he sighed, slipping his hand back out. Desmond didn't even bother to respond as Shaun gingerly made his way to the bathroom and washed his hands copiously, trying to lean on the other leg. Slowly, he made his way back to Desmond, who hadn't even budged. "Lazy bastard," he said out loud and cautiously climbed back onto the bed and crawled over to Desmond, who finally opened his eyes.

"So... what's Eagle-"

"You'll figure it out," Shaun grumbled as he sat beside Desmond, giving him a bored look. He glanced down to Desmond's jeans, which were still wide open. With an irritated sigh, Shaun leaned over warily and zipped up his zip and did up the button as quickly as he undid it.

"But how do-"

"Just shut up for now," he sighed, giving him another kiss to silence him before.

"... You make no fucking sense," Desmond frowned, pulling away from him. Shaun took off his glasses, set them on his lap and closed his eyes. He was surprised to find Desmond awkwardly put an arm around him and pull him into his side.

"Tough shit." And with that, Shaun closed his eyes to catch an hour of sleep before Vidic appeared at their doorway with a devious grin.