He knew Altair wasn't bound to him, or anything. Altair could theoretically travel the world while Desmond stayed at home and nothing bad would happen. Altair stayed because Desmond was the only one who could see him and talk to him. Maybe also because he'd watched him grow up. There was nothing really tying them together. Desmond knew that. He told himself that every day for the three days Altair was missing.
It didn't help.
It was during one of his infrequent nights at home when Altair finally came back, his old-timey robes stained and stinking of musk and sweat and sex. The conclusions weren't hard to jump to.
"You ran off to have sex?" Desmond wanted to rant and pace, maybe chuck a few things around his room, but he'd never been the type. Plus, Altair wouldn't put up with temper-tantrums.
"Am I not allowed from your side? I wished to see Malik again, and so I went. What happened between us is not your affair." Altair's voice echoed out of the bathroom as he stripped, presumably for a shower.
"It becomes 'my affair' when you leave for three days and come back stinking my room up like gay sex." Desmond insisted, sitting on his bed and talking to the open door across the hall. "I didn't even know you were gay."
"It was never your concern." Altair answered as the water came on, cutting off all further conversation. Desmond sighed raggedly and scratched his ear.
If he wanted to be honest with himself, -and he tried to be- it wasn't the sex that bothered him. It wasn't even that Malik was another guy. If Desmond was honest, what had really bugged him... scared him, was that Altair had left him. He'd left, and been gone for days, and he'd acted like it didn't matter once he got back. Altair... well, he wasn't always around, but Desmond relied on him to be there, to tell him when he was acting like a jackass, and to help him when things went bad.
Desmond didn't notice the man standing in front of him until a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
"Desmond, get up." Desmond started so hard the hand nearly came off his shoulder, but the grip was too firm.
"Wha- Dad? I thought you'd be at work. What're you doing home?" No answer, as usual. His Dad pulled him to his feet and shoved him across the hall into the bathroom. Trying not to get an eyeful, Desmond spun back around in the doorway, but Dad grabbed his jaw and forced his head to turn.
"Look, Desmond. There is no one there! There has never been anyone there! You need help, and now whether you want to take it or not I'm going to give it to you." He struggled, but his Dad had always been stronger than him. He got a glimpse of Altair looking concerned, wet and naked before he was dragged through the house and out to his Dad's car.
"What the hell?! What're you doing? Let go of me!" He tried to squirm away, tried to throw his weight to loosen his Dad's grip but that wasn't happening.
"I'm going to get you help. This has been going on since your mother died, and I thought it would go away once you grew up but it hasn't. Something is wrong with you, Desmond, you just can't see that." He was thrown into the back of the car, and faster than he'd ever known his Dad to move he was behind the wheel and the child locks were on. They peeled out fast and Desmond was thrown around before he could even try to get on a seatbelt.
"Dad, what are you doing? Where are we going?" Desmond tried to stay calm, but he was being abducted after getting caught talking to an 'empty' running shower. Calm wasn’t happening.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 7
It didn't help.
It was during one of his infrequent nights at home when Altair finally came back, his old-timey robes stained and stinking of musk and sweat and sex. The conclusions weren't hard to jump to.
"You ran off to have sex?" Desmond wanted to rant and pace, maybe chuck a few things around his room, but he'd never been the type. Plus, Altair wouldn't put up with temper-tantrums.
"Am I not allowed from your side? I wished to see Malik again, and so I went. What happened between us is not your affair." Altair's voice echoed out of the bathroom as he stripped, presumably for a shower.
"It becomes 'my affair' when you leave for three days and come back stinking my room up like gay sex." Desmond insisted, sitting on his bed and talking to the open door across the hall. "I didn't even know you were gay."
"It was never your concern." Altair answered as the water came on, cutting off all further conversation. Desmond sighed raggedly and scratched his ear.
If he wanted to be honest with himself, -and he tried to be- it wasn't the sex that bothered him. It wasn't even that Malik was another guy. If Desmond was honest, what had really bugged him... scared him, was that Altair had left him. He'd left, and been gone for days, and he'd acted like it didn't matter once he got back. Altair... well, he wasn't always around, but Desmond relied on him to be there, to tell him when he was acting like a jackass, and to help him when things went bad.
Desmond didn't notice the man standing in front of him until a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
"Desmond, get up." Desmond started so hard the hand nearly came off his shoulder, but the grip was too firm.
"Wha- Dad? I thought you'd be at work. What're you doing home?" No answer, as usual. His Dad pulled him to his feet and shoved him across the hall into the bathroom. Trying not to get an eyeful, Desmond spun back around in the doorway, but Dad grabbed his jaw and forced his head to turn.
"Look, Desmond. There is no one there! There has never been anyone there! You need help, and now whether you want to take it or not I'm going to give it to you." He struggled, but his Dad had always been stronger than him. He got a glimpse of Altair looking concerned, wet and naked before he was dragged through the house and out to his Dad's car.
"What the hell?! What're you doing? Let go of me!" He tried to squirm away, tried to throw his weight to loosen his Dad's grip but that wasn't happening.
"I'm going to get you help. This has been going on since your mother died, and I thought it would go away once you grew up but it hasn't. Something is wrong with you, Desmond, you just can't see that." He was thrown into the back of the car, and faster than he'd ever known his Dad to move he was behind the wheel and the child locks were on. They peeled out fast and Desmond was thrown around before he could even try to get on a seatbelt.
"Dad, what are you doing? Where are we going?" Desmond tried to stay calm, but he was being abducted after getting caught talking to an 'empty' running shower. Calm wasn’t happening.