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The moon is bright and full, but casts more shadows than illumination in the secluded area. A favored swimming spot for novices during the day, and Malik's own stage by night. One he attends to as much as his aching body will allow after a full day of lessons. A few hours spent in complete privacy that he cannot find elsewhere, and that he takes advantage of.

Surrounded by other boys or his own brother, Malik would not dare to do what he does now. Lay back on the ground, feet inches shy of the water, clothing discarded, and fingers lightly touching his own flesh. Dancing in patterns that wake his skin and make pleasure sing through his body. This he would only dare to do in the privacy offered by the night and the seclusion of the water hole.

Malik almost smiles at the hypocrisy of his thoughts even as they give way to the rising of his manhood. It is not the seclusion or the privacy he needs. It is not what he seeks by coming here for this. His ears strain for any hint of that as he loosely grips his hardened flesh and pulls.

The noise is badly muffled. A moan or a gasp, Malik cannot tell over the sound of his own quickening breath. That it is there is all needs to know. It lets him know that his watcher is there. Crouched in an uncomfortable area Malik had once found in a bunch of thorny bushes near the water's edge. A spot that his watcher would have to have entered long before Malik came or else he would have been seen. Too small for any of the adults to even think of hiding in.

Malik moans. Eyes opening as he begins to put on a show worthy of his stage. He moves his hand up, fingers passing over the tip of his erection to gather the fluid there. Smearing it down as he snaps his hips up. Back arching off the ground, muscles straining to keep him up for a few seconds longer. He can feel the eyes of his watcher on him as he does it again and again. Hot and heavy, traveling down his body in a way that is more sensual than any physical touch.

The bushes rustle more than the wind can account for, but no other sound comes out. His watcher fights hard to keep silent even as he begins to touch himself. Hands pleasuring himself as he watches Malik writhe and moan under the light of the moon. That the watcher is male and finds his own release are things Malik knows are true. He has found signs of it when examining the bushes by the light of day.

Malik gasps and reaches across his chest with his other hand. Fingers finding the sensitive nubs of his nipples. Flicking them and tracing patterns around them before twisting each until they are hard. He can feel that gaze rake across him, from one hand to another. The thought of it sends heat flaring up his spine. Malik's fingers tightening on his flesh, thrusting up faster as he opens his mouth and moans.

It can be anyone in those bushes watching him. Rauf with his crooked teeth and charming smile. Naji with his calloused hands wrapped around his length. Altair with his golden eyes fixed intently on Malik. Any of the other novices can be there watching him, not knowing that Malik knew they are there. Finding their own release in watching him find his own.

It is an addiction. One that he discovered by accident and fed nightly. Malik twists with both hands. Crying out at the sharp pain in his nipple, the sharp jolt of pleasure from his length. It builds at an exhilarating speed. His hands move faster, pulse pounding as he races for his release. Egged on by the gaze he can still feel. Malik comes with a broken cry and one last thrust into his hand leaving him sprawled on the ground. Panting and cupping his soft flesh lightly.

Malik sighs and looks at his hand covered in the shiny fluid of his release. Vague curiosity stopping him from washing it off in the water as he usually did. Instead he brings his hand up and licks a stripe through the mess. He gags a bit at the taste and texture, and almost spits it out. The sound, a cross between a groan and a whine, from the bushes stops him. It is louder than anything he has ever heard from his watcher before and his breath hitches as he swallows. Malik pretends not to have heard the sound. Closes his eyes to pleasured slits and cleans his hand of his own release. Tongue flicking out to catch every bit of seed from his hand.

Another sound, definitely a moan, comes from his watcher. The deep sound is unmuffled, marking that the other has found his own release. Malik wonders what he though of that last bit, what he might have imagined. Malik licking the watcher's release? The thought is surprisingly tempting. A bit of heat at the thought passes through him.

Malik smiles as he stands up and wades out into the water. Closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of the cool water against his skin. Allowing his watcher the time he needs to extract himself from the bushes and escape. Letting the chance to discover his watchers identity pass along with his thoughts of making it all more personal. It was far more exciting the way it was, and Malik did not intend to change that.

Drive by anon LOVED this story. Delicious!

Thanks!

Awwwyis, that's hot.

It's Malik, that always helps with the hotness factor.

Well that was amazing and hot and... yeah, no words anon, just no fucking words.

Thanks! Glad you enjoyed.

Driveby!anon has been SLAIN. (In a good way, of course. XD) This is fabulously hot and well-written and makes me crave a sequel where Malik "outs" his watcher. But despite that greedy desire for more, I have to say this was delicious enough to stand on its own. <3

You guys know how it works: Desmond makes some comment, Shaun berates him for it, Desmond is annoyed, there's a lot of UST, things get angry and interesting and sexy AAAAAAAND--

Turns out Shaun is in fact extremely gentle and considerate during sex, ie: always asking if he's okay, taking his time, even saying sorry *gasp* if he hurts him, maybe even more so if it's Desmond's first time with a guy, etc. Desmond is rightfully confused. (Possibly leading to some surprising confessions?)

Shower them with love, anon~ :,D

Omg. Do. Want.

Seconded with the power of a thousand Apples.

So, I didn't exactly follow the prompt. Sorry! Hopefully I can be forgiven though...

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Reliving centuries old memories, cooped up in a god damned cave, Desmond figures he might as well use his painfully learned, possibly-going-to-send-him-crazy-eventually skills for something. And sure, Lucy's pretty and everything, but Desmond knows when someone's paying him that kind of attention and when they're not. He can flirt with Lucy all he likes; but it isn't going to pay off. Whether that's because she needs to keep it professional, or whether he's not her type or she prefers girls or what is hard to say, but either way, Desmond's not entirely stupid; he knows when someone's not interested.

Lucy is not interested.

But Shaun is.

Sure, Shaun is the kind of interested that amounts to a lot of posturing, of snarky come backs, of thinly veiled insults and pulling his bloody pig-tails, but he's interested. Desmond can feel him watching him sometimes, when Desmond's not in the Animus, even catches him occasionally, Shaun's expression closed, his gaze lingering heavily like he'd touch if he could. And Desmond's been looking back, at Shaun's large hands, at his smart-arsed mouth, at the way he glares whenever the two of them start in on each other for want of anything better to do to break the tedium. Desmond's been looking, and he's been thinking. Every time Shaun tears Desmond a new one, whenever he rolls out new lows in sarcasm and Desmond fires his shit straight back at him, he meets Desmond's gaze and smirks like he knows something, like he's just fucking daring Desmond, like he's on to him and everything that he's thinking and he doesn't think Desmond is man enough to try for it.

Well, Desmond – and not many people would know this – lives to prove people wrong. So, he figures he might as well put his skills to use on something. If it constitutes an abuse of power, right now he really doesn't care.

"Shit! Des-" Shaun starts to gasp when Desmond stops kissing him long enough to let him breathe.

"Thought I wouldn't make a move, didn't you, asshole," Desmond pants, and actually, tangled up with him against his workstation with his tongue in his mouth while the girls are out doing some major resupplying is a lot nicer than Desmond actually thought it would be. Shaun feels good against him, really solid. There's muscle under there, not the kind that a professional assassin develops, but enough to get a few good hits in, and then Desmond wonders whether Shaun will – hit him, that is – and feels something hot spark like a firecracker in the pit of his stomach.

"Come on," he mutters, kissing him again, as dirtily as he knows how, pushing up against him so that his filling cock rubs into the fit of Shaun's hip bone, and so he can feel Shaun is definitely not uninterested either. "Come on. Fuck, I know you want to, right? I'm not wrong. You think about this, don't you? When we're arguing, think about shutting me up with something more than just a decent come-back, right? You want me on my knees? I can do that."

"Jesus," Shaun breathes, and then pushes at him. Not down - like anyone, any guy with a fucking pulse would, right? - but off. "Jesus, Desmond."

Desmond lurches back a step, not entirely letting go, but that, that wasn't in the plan. The plan was, he jumps Shaun, Shaun gives him a serving, Desmond gives Shaun a blow job, and maybe gets jerked off in return, and then they get back to work. This is not happening according to plan.

"What?" Desmond demands. "Seriously, you're going to pussy out on me now? You know, last week you did in fact tell me to suck your dick. I'm pretty sure I heard you say that."

"Desmond," Shaun says again, and his expression is weird, kind of soft, like he understands something else entirely, something Desmond isn't seeing. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" His voice is soft to go along with that look, and when he raises his hand and drags it up the side of Desmond's neck to cup the back of his head, that's just as gentle.

"Crazy?" Desmond says, a knee jerk reaction that makes him flinch before he can stop himself. "Of course not! I'm fine. Shit, Shaun, all you have to say is you're not interested after all. So, I was reading the signals wrong, okay? Fine. I'm sorry. Just forget I-"

He starts to pull back – his face is fucking burning, but he'll be damned if he'll let this jerkoff see him acting embarrassed – but Shaun's hand on his neck jerks him forward again, flush up against him, and Desmond blinks and looks at him when he doesn't do more.

"Desmond," Shaun says again, like he's trying to instil some kind of knowledge in him just by uttering his name, and, "What?" Desmond says, but it comes out way less demanding than before, and Desmond doesn't get it. Shaun is just standing there, staring at him, his thumb rubbing soothingly back and forth against the hinge of Desmond's jaw, and Desmond's mouth is drying out, is falling open a little because it's getting kind of hard to breathe. There's this pressure in his chest, his heart beating too hard, not like before, in eager anticipation, but like it wants him to run, like this is a mistake, a big mistake, there's danger here and he should have known it, should have…

"Shhhh," Shaun says softly, like he can hear the panic rising in Desmond's thoughts. "Shhh, it's okay, Desmond. Really."

"St- Stop it," Desmond breathes, and he can feel himself shaking now and he can't seem to stop it. "Just fucking… yell at me, or deck me, or… Don't…. Shaun…."

"Shhhh," Shaun says again, and leans forward, reeling Desmond in at the same time, and kisses him.

It's nothing – nothing – like before. Desmond doesn't even- He doesn't even know what it's like but it's sweet and gentle and thorough and lingering and when he opens his eyes again, he's panting and shivering and fucking clinging to the bastard, pressed up against his chest while Shaun strokes his hands over Desmond shoulders and presses his mouth over and over again to whatever skin he can reach.

It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, because Desmond's never felt safer in his entire life, and he never even realised he was afraid.

"You know what we're going to do, Desmond?" Shaun tells him eventually, his voice low and easy, lingering like the touch of his hands on Desmond's body.

"No," Desmond whispers, and it sounds like he's been crying – he hasn't, but it feels like it. "What?"

"As soon as Lucy gets back, we're going to gang up on her to let you out for a night. We'll make something up if we have to, I'll make up some important message or fake a new clue somewhere or something. And then you're going to do your thing across the rooftops and you're going to come and find me, and I'm going to be waiting for you in a room that I'll rent through three different shell accounts, and then we're going to take our clothes off, and lie down on a bed, a real bed, and we're going to do everything – absolutely everything – you want to. Everything I want to. Slowly. All night. All right?"

Desmond breathes in, shifts enough to look into Shaun's face and feels his heart do something he's heard described in the kinds of chick-lit novels he has definitely never read, thanks, because Shaun is smiling at him, and Desmond has never seen him look quite like that before.

"All right," he agrees peaceably.

"All right," Shaun echoes, and leans forward and kisses him again, and Desmond just angles his head for a more comfortable fit and parts his lips and lets him and he has no idea who this is or what he did with Shaun Hastings, but whatever it is, he likes it, likes it a lot more than the name calling and the hair pulling and the getting smart about his weight. Although admittedly, that's kind of fun too.

"Hey," he says after a moment, and dragging himself away from the drugging effect of Shaun's embrace, from the gentle strength he never expected to find and the promise of Shaun's arousal still warm and firm against his thigh, is going to be hard, but happily he doesn't have to do it just yet. "Does this mean you're going to be nice to me from now on?"

And, oh, there's the Shaun he knows, smirking and - cheeky bastard! – squeezing Desmond's arse in one of his large, surprisingly capable hands so that Desmond's rides his thigh a little and, oh, yeah, now that's what Desmond's talking about.

"Of course it doesn't, you moron," Shaun says huskily, thrusting against him just once – okay, twice – and pressing a fast kiss to his mouth. "After all, it's the only form of foreplay you seem to understand."

"Oh yeah?" Desmond says challengingly, throwing his arms around Shaun's neck to hike himself up higher on his thigh and press his own thigh against Shaun's cock. "Why don't you just try me, huh?"

"Oh, I intend to. But right now, Desmond, I think you should go bother someone else. I've got stuff to do."

He doesn't mean it of course; his hands are still definitely holding on, and he's still smiling, and Desmond can't help it, he's smiling too.

"Shaun, you might want to look up from nerd central every now and again, because there's no one else here to bother."

And, "What a shame," Shaun breathes in reply.

"Yeah," Desmond agrees, craning in to kiss him some more. "Isn't it."

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Clearly I could give a shit about being anon this time. Didn't even think of it until after I posted. Oh well.

HOLY SHIT MOAR

I'm with the anon above me! This is just begging for more.

You have successfully made my heart wibble and melt so yes, you are very much forgiven. ♥

sakldjaskljfkasglakshdfJalgjaksjf poor Desmond you break my heart with your misunderstandiiiiiings, and Shaun deserves a billion hugs for his cool, collective sweetness...~ You wrote him exactly like I was hoping for! ;A;

And omg if you do write more, guh please post. o_o

This is too sweet I love it and I want more as well! please please please.

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