Bloody twit! He had actually worried about this moron! Well, nothing special about this, really. At least not with a scene like this. Desmond's DNA was the key to prevent Abstergo and the rest of the templar pack from taking over the world and reform it like they desired.

And if that precious boy was all alone in the locked bathroom, Shaun as the only one left to watch couldn't just leave him all alone for Christ's sake! So he had been in the kitchen to stay close and started to cook something for keeping himself busy. A good idea when he looked back at the decision right now. After all, there had been that dull sound of an impact then and Shaun had turned the stove off immediately, got himself some cooking spoon and had called Desmond's name twice before he had managed to break the lock, thanks to some strength and knowledge about physics.

As soon as he had found Desmond on the ground, he was alarmed and bent over him to check his vital signs. Of course. After all they kind of had to depend on him. He held the memories of his ancestors they so desperately needed. But, actually, he wouldn't have thought that he would get a so axiomatic evidence for him still being alive shortly after.

Now they sat in the kitchen, Desmond dressed again, though Shaun would not really have minded to keep him naked at his side. Well... side.

"What? Why are you grinning?" Desmond's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Unfortunately.
"Oh, my apologies if I'm not allowed to show emotions anymore in these dangerous days. But if you want someone that doesn't, you should better get someone else to watch over you."
"..Wait, you mean like... a guard?"
"Guard indeed does sound better than manny.", Shaun commented.
"Don't you Brits have these emotionless guards anyway? Why do you show any to begin with then?"
"You mean the Queen's Guards. And they possess emotions but don't show them."
"Proof that!", Desmond demanded with a challenging grin.
"Why, you could do that yourself: Go to Buckingham Palace and bother one of them that are going to have their time off shortly after - I bet as soon as he sees you again, he truly will show emotions."

A moment of silence passed.

"I guess... I better wouldn't, huh?"

Shaun smiled, then he drank his tea, obviously enjoying this - or some mental cinema for a few moments.

"Hey. Why don't we get one of these guards to watch over me?"

The redhead shot him a glance of the you-can't-be-serious-kind.

"What? Care to answer my question?"
"Really, Desmond? First of all, they are Queen's Guards. That name should basically answer your question. But since I know that you are one of the slower kind, just like Ezio, I will ask you some questions in return: Are you a woman? Are you British? Are you part of the royal family? No? I almost thought so judging by your appearance, your gestures, way of speaking and that little incident a few minutes ago. For that matter, what did you think of anyway?"

Desmond, who had tried to speak up every now and then went perfectly silent in that moment of the question which had to be asked and for a few moments he was unable to think of an acceptable response.

"That's none of your fucking business!", he replied. Oh. Wow. Desmond. An awesome way to outsmart Shaun...
"Oh? Because you reacted only when I was close already." ...a way that won't work out at all.

Desmond was startled for a moment. Really? Had he? Truth was, he had. Though...

"That was a fucking coincidence!", he exclaimed and made Shaun smile by that.

This kind of mocking I-know-what-you're-thinking smile was right on his lips. Dez almost couldn't believe that the Brit even possessed the ability to show such smiles. A shiver ran down Desmond's spine and he continued to eat. But Shaun didn't want to let it slip - not this time.

"So, what did you think of?", the Brit asked and eyed Desmond up and down now, waiting for reactions that would betray him if he lied. And Shaun knew how to distinguish between lie and truth exactly.

"O-Okay, so what, I thought of Lucy. So what? I'm a little into her. So what?", Desmond tried his luck, making his voice sound a little angry as if he'd be indignant about the fact that Shaun even dared to ask.

But he didn't give his thoughts away while he watched him, then he shook his head after some moments of silence. "It is plainly unbelievable that you managed to stay alive up to today with your eyes and face and even your voice giving away that you're lying. You are really a bad liar. Let's just hope that we never have to rely on your lying skills..", Shaun said, then he shook his head yet again. "Don't try to lie to me if you absolutely can't disguise the truth. It's only humiliating for both of us."
Desmond replied way too late: "I didn't lie! I absolutely was thinking about her. I-I mean, this... uh..." He hesitated for a moment. "...breasts?", he gave it a try and eyed Shaun, who just sat there with quite a poker face and returned that gaze.
A sigh followed up and the Brit adjusted his glasses when he spoke again. "Desmond, really", he started. "Despite the fact that you consumed way too much time to even think of a reply, you simply are not even the breast-type. I watched you. You never stared at somebody's chest." Shaun got up and walked to the kitchen sink right in front of Desmond and started to clean the plates. "Actually, you stare at the behind of everyone instead. Their backsides.", the redhead commented lowly.

Right then Desmond was taken away by his thoughts. His gaze had wandered to Shaun's ass right then. That geek was right! Fuck. Dez hadn't even actually realized until now. But that was nothing to be embarrassed about, was it? After all he wasn't gay or anything, right? Right.

Shaun moved a little piece of paper right into Desmond's line of vision right over his butt. There was nothing but an arrow upwards scribbled onto it.

"I know that you're staring at my arse, too, Desmond.", the Brit said in a calm way. Obviously he actually didn't mind.

Shaun spoke on while he turned around to face him again, drying off some glass with his towel.
"What? I really am interested in is what you're thinking of when you do.", he said. "Do you imagine anything? Are you dirty minded, Desmond?" His voice turned into a low purring sound, caught between mocking and arousing.

Desmond though was speechless for a moment. Where did that come from anyway? It seemed to be so sudden. The younger couldn't quite grasp what just happened. How the hell did he end up like this anyway? Stuck between Shaun and the table? As soon as this sentence crossed his mind, other images followed up to fill it. He stared at the redhead in a blank way for some moments. He thought of being right in front of that table, being pressed against it, having Shaun behind him, touching him at various places, kissing his earlobe, his neck-

"Found something else of interest?" Shaun's voice called him back to reality once again.

The black-haired American swallowed hard. He had been staring right at the full lips of the Briton. Full of fascination.

"No." Desmond got up and walked towards the door.
"Liar.", Shaun breathed and grabbed him by the arm. Desmond stumbled against the wall and let out a surprised gasp which got stifled by these lips he had stared at only moments ago. He felt them on his own.

The redhead held Desmond's hands next to his head, right pinned against the light blue wall. Their hearts both beat faster and Dez felt that his head spun like hell. How did that happen? He wasn't gay, nor bisexual, was he? But then again there was that bathroom-incident. Maybe Shaun did something to make him think such things? Without even noticing, Desmond parted his lips and moved them against Shaun's. They were so fucking soft. He was gentle. The former assassin would never have thought that kissing Shaun would be a thing describable by the word 'gentle' to begin with. Actually, he had always thought that the man would be asexual to begin with.

The door of their hideout's hall opened up, audible to both of them. Realizing that he would have had the possibility all the time, the black-haired tilted his head backwards and broke the kiss, panting for a moment. He had forgotten to breath.

"Shaun-", he started, but broke off again.
"We won't tell anyone about this. And if you don't flinch, we can continue. We have about five minutes until they'll be up here. A little more, depending on how much they bought.", Shaun said in a low murmur and just waited in their position for a few seconds, then Desmond's lips caught his again and the kiss started over once again while Shaun's hands released the lower arms to now touch Desmond's palms and feel his skin for the few moments they had.

"We're back guys!", the dark-haired woman announced five minutes later.

Shaun released the kiss and adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat right afterwards and released Desmond out of his grip. His eyes stared at him in an intense way for a few seconds, then he walked back to the sink.

"Oh, so the ladies are finally done with their little shopping? It's about time. This twit is a pain in the neck.", the Brit stated when Lucy and Rebecca entered the room.
"Shaun! Don't be mean.", the blonde admonished the Brit in a harsh voice before she addressed Desmond. "Are you okay?", she asked with a now concerned tone and Dez stared at her blankly for a moment.
"What?", he asked then, still a little startled by the scene that just had happened.
"You look different...", she murmured. Now worried, she added: "Did you catch a fever?" while she stretched out her arm and her fingers reached for Desmond's forehead. "No, your temperature is usual..", she said with an irritated voice.

Desmond softly shoved her hands away from him. "I'm okay, really.", he said with a smile and looked over at Shaun again as soon as Lucy let go of him and turned away.

Where had that come from? Why did he like it? Had it been so long that he had been with a woman that he was okay with guys now, too? The older one of the guys returned the gaze and watched Desmond's face. After some seconds though he moved closer to him and murmured to his ear: "Your face betrays you again." Then he passed him and helped to get their shopping stored in their proper places.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt you to help us, too, Desmond.", he said in a mocking tone.

Desmond just didn't get it. What the fuck was wrong with this Brit? In the one moment he was hot and on fire for him and then again he was that mocking, arrogant geek. Still confused, he muttered a "Yeah, sure" and got to the bags to start unpacking one of them.