Jump, roll, get up, run, jump, run, leap of faith.

"We really enjoy watching Ezio jumping around, Desmond, but could you please just go to Forli now?"

Only some hours had passed. Hours in which Rebecca and Lucy had been around. They had talked about the strategy and said that progress of Desmond was incredible, but he had to continue his training. So Desmond had gotten back into the Animus once again and was supposed to continue now. A smile was on his lips while he ran - after all he really enjoyed that. It was a whole different story to the Blackhills back then. It felt like freedom he hadn't had over the last years. Though, with Shauns complaint, Desmond's smile vanished.

"What? I thought I was supposed to learn!", Dez protested.
"Well, there is no denial. You indeed are. Nonetheless you should continue, too. I have some more records that tell me that Ezio hadn't only had this artifact but another one, too. Therefore your progress has to be made by fulfilling his tasks so they will hopefully and most probably lead us to the final, major part. If you remember, you already gave Abstergo quite a good hint with Altair's apple and we are indeed running out of - Bloody hell, did you- did you just stab that guard just for fun?"
"No, I thought it'd make you shut the fuck up.", Desmond replied flatly while fighting off the other guards that followed thanks to the action.

Unfortunately, the assassin couldn't see what he triggered in Shaun's face with that. Luckily, we don't just follow Desmond, dear reader. Shaun was baffled. His jaw hat dropped a slight bit - something he only allowed himself for he couldn't be seen like that to begin with, with his back to the girls - his nostrils bloated a little and he was right between indignation, since Desmond dared to try to silence him, astonishment because he had managed to, confusion because he had no bad consciousness from killing one of them - up until now, Desmond had always tried his best to avoid the killing of other persons than his targets - and arousal because of this repartee he possessed now all of a sudden. His eyes gleamed in excitement. Oh, he so had decided for one of these feelings! The redhead had been quiet for some time now though and Rebecca spoke to break the silence.

"Whoah! Desmond! Even I didn't manage to make him shut up. And I had way more tries already.", she said in an admiring tone and full of respect, with a wide grin on her lips.

The black haired assassin in disguise - thanks to the information about Ezios appearance in his DNA - moved on now anyway and really traveled to Forli without encountering any more problems on the way - or any Shaun comments. Which, most probably, was because he had to take care of some work for those assassins outside on the fields.

After the fight with the Orsini brothers they paused again and let Desmond have something to eat right away. When he entered the kitchen, Shaun followed straight up. His gaze could be described as 'so piercing it was already penetrating' [annotation of the author: "I know, the adjectives would make more sense the other way around, if any, but the joke would just be lost entirely."]. Dez didn't see it first, giving Shaun his back. He ate an apple - or at least that was what he intended to do. Desmond though was the type of guy that peeled the fruits first, even if it wasn't really necessary, and cut it into pieces, then too before eating it. So he took a knife out of the drawer and started to peel the apple. Shaun though didn't give a bloody damn about this now. He drew closer until he was right behind him and the centers of their bodies contacted. Close to Desmond's ear, Shaun's lips paused and a low, dark grown evaded these. His warm, minty breath made Desmond's skin tingle. "You're doing not even half as bad as I thought you would..", Shaun mumbled. His right hand reached for the water boiler and made Desmond jerk a little thanks to the sudden movement. A smile curved Shaun's lips.

That though wasn't what made him shiver all over again and again. Not that he could know for sure, but he would actually bet that Shaun was going to get a serious hard-on down there if he'd only move his hips a little now. And indeed, a little would have been enough. Shaun's trousers were rather tight right now. Dez had to put the knife away to prevent cutting himself with it any second thanks to the distraction these thoughts offered to him. He closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing hard, as he felt Shaun's breath at his neck. No, no, no, no, no! Don't think about this any further!

"What is it, Desmond?" Shaun's voice was a low, purring sound at Dez' ear, while the left hand wandered under the hoodie and Desmond's jeans.
"N-No, don't-", he hissed, but broke off again to let a low pant out. Shaun's fingers had moved along the younger one's black boxer shorts and his manhood underneath it.
"You mean I should stop this?", the Brit purred again and his hand slid over his member with way more pressure now. Desmond panted louder and Shaun grabbed the cup which he got out of the cupboard with his right hand in the meantime.

Desmond whispered a very low "No" and blushed harder, feeling how hard he got right now.
"Didn't you intend to prepare something to eat for yourself?" The tone was bittersweet. Oh, the Briton obviously enjoyed to have the little American in his hand. "Maybe I should really better stop..", Shaun suggested and made an attempt to loosen his grip now, grinning widely. Right away Dez grabbed his wrist and kept his hand in place.

"Is that a no?", Shaun murmured deeply into his ear.

An obscure laugh evaded the Brit's lips which he pressed softly against Desmond's neck. They wandered down for a moment, over his shoulder, then he finally released the tea bag and left it in the mug. A low moan fled from the younger one's mouth and the Brit smirked.

"No, no, no, Desmond.. That's not okay.. stay silent, we don't want the women to know, do we?", Shaun murmured into Dez' ear, then he let the left hand stroked far more intensely over the shorts. His loins moved against his behind again and made Desmond realize, that he wasn't the only one who was turned on by this.

"You don't even know what you did to me with your behaviour earlier, do you?", Shaun murmured deeply into his ear now.
"Wha-What?" Was he really supposed to speak now? He could hardly think!
"You killed a man.. 'to make me shut up'..", Shaun's right hand turned Desmond's face towards him, now that the boiling water was inside of the cup already without Dez having noticed to begin with. "That resistance and stubbornness.. When I recognise these characteristics at others, I find it unnerving. Once I recognised them at you, I found it charming and amusing. You indeed are a clumsy, ignorant, twit, Desmond. But you are a major turn-on to me, too."

Desmond had literally a hard time to concentrate on Shaun's words and actually get the essence of them. As Shaun's hand wandered into Desmond's boxers, he gasped for a moment, but got silenced by the Brit's lips just then. The kiss was more passionate than the American would ever have thought possible. He groaned into it and lost his breath along the way, still panting while the older one's hand grabbed his cock firmly and stroked it with obviously quite some experience. Shaun rubbed his own loins against Desmond's arse still, imagining him undressed underneath him, right pressed against the kitchen table. He would like to make the image become real, but he was sure Desmond wasn't ready for this yet. After all he didn't even really dare to look at him like this and the flushed cheeks were an indicator for him being all embarrassed about the situation.

Softly, the Brit bit Desmond's lower lip and when he let go again, his tongue moved along Desmond's. At least in their kisses the American got a bit more confident. And after some moments, to Shaun's surprise, he even rubbed his ass against Shaun's boner now, all by himself. Something that made the heat inside of the redhead raise even more. This American really was convenient..

Shaun's right hand moved under Desmond's clothes now, too and upwards over his chest. Slowly the fingernails scratched down again and Dez moaned lowly into the kiss they still shared to muffle each other's sounds.

When Shaun's thumb moved across Desmond's glans repeatedly though, the black haired already came right against Shaun's hand. A shaky breath left his lips when Shaun let go of his cock now and the Brit used some paper towel to wipe his cum away. He smirked at Desmond. "..Well..? Did you enjoy yourself?"

The black haired couldn't really believe that this had actually happened. Wasn't he straight only some hours ago? ..No. No, actually he wasn't.. These fantasies didn't come to him out of the blue. It must've had slumbered inside of him. Slowly, the assassin turned around and looked at Shaun now, still a little flushed. Then he let his hand slide across Shaun's crotch now, feeling his dick underneath the clothes. He looked up at him. Ah, god damn it, he had done it for him, too, hadn't he? But when he opened his belt...

"Guys! Are you alright in there!" Rebecca was on her way. Shaun pushed Desmond away a little.
"Well, make a guess.", Shaun said in annoyed tone and pulled the tea bag out of his tea, while Desmond now hastily peeled the apple. That was a close one. She entered while they were, well, busy with their actual stuff and Shaun already sat at the table.
"You were so silent over here." She grinned and got herself a can of coke, then she leaned against the door a little. "Dez? Just tell us when you're ready to go and we'll continue right away."
"Yeah. Alright.", Desmond replied and gave her a smile, then, when she had left, he looked over at Shaun again. "..Sh..Should I..?"
The Brit smiled a little, but shook his head. "Too conspicuous.", he replied in a very low tone.

Yeah, Shaun. Figure something out for yourself then, hah?