Desmond had spent enough of his time in the animus as a manwhore with Ezio. That wasn't so bad, per say; they were all random chicks that didn't have any historical significance. There was that one scary almost moment with Leonardo that had Desmond clawing at the bit and begging Rebecca to jump to the next sequence (which she totally refused to, by the way), but fortunately Leonardo's young lover appeared, forcing Ezio to make a quick retreat. After that, Desmond always viewed Leonardo with a certain amount of wariness in the animus.

But that had nothing – nothing – on this.

Connor arches his back as he comes, and George pulls back, mouth wet and sticky as he works his way with soft kisses up Connor's – Desmond's– body. His hair is wild, and eyes dark, and he can feel Connor's hand wrapping around George's cock as the older man buries his mouth into Connor's neck.

“Guys, come one, please. I don't see how this is going to help us find the key,” Desmond whines. To his dismay, it doesn't break the synchronization. He'd have to have a weapon for that, and he is pretty sure they are somewhere in the hallway along with the rest of his clothes, since they didn't appear to make it into this room.

“No can do, Desmond,” Rebecca answers, and he knows that she is smirking. “Besides, think of the historical significance here. You are going to get to see Founding Father 'O' face!”

“Shaun?!?” Desmond tries. Certainly the other guy in the room watching this has got to take some pity on him!

“Shaun's in his bunk.”

Kill me now.

Later, when Desmond's animus session finally, finally ends, he takes all the one dollar bills out of his wallet and burns them.