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Fill: One (Nipple) Ring to Rule Them (Desmond) All [1/?]

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Well hey prompt that needs filling! How about a fill?

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Shaun had a nipple ring.

This was the fact that was currently blowing Desmond’s mind. Shaun. Prissy, bossy, stick-up-the-ass Shaun. Had a nipple ring. It did not compute.

Desmond had made this discovery pretty much completely by accident. Lucy had just released him from the Animus for the day, giving him a tired and distracted smile as he got up, her attention already on the files on her desk. As he started towards the kitchen to grab a snack while the others sorted out the new information gathered from Ezio’s memories, Lucy called him back for a moment.

“Can you go wake Shaun from his nap?” she asked, tucking a loose strand of hair out of her face, eyes glancing up from her computer screen, “There’re a few things I’d like him to look at.”

“Sure,” Desmond had responded, but Lucy was already back at it, fingers flying over the keyboard, drowning out anything else Desmond could have said with their clacking. He shrugged half-heartedly before wandering off towards the bedrooms they had cleaned out for their use.

When he reached Shaun’s room, he gave the old wooden door a good solid knock, knowing that the thick doors could sometimes muffle sounds. He paused for a moment, waiting to hear some sign that Shaun was up and about, but if there were any, the door was muffling them as well. He tried knocking again, but still he could hear nothing from the room beyond.

Remembering how stressed Lucy had looked, and figuring Shaun was probably desperately needed to help out, Desmond decided he needed to be certain that Shaun was up. Perhaps the Brit needed some prodding along, which Desmond was more than happy to provide. Anytime he could get away with pestering Shaun, he did. Shaun just made it too fun. With that in mind, he lifted the latch on the door and strode into the room.

“Shaun! Wakey-wakey!” Desmond crowed, making his entrance as obnoxious as possible, “you’re needed in the – ”

He lost his train of thought the moment he actually spotted Shaun. Desmond was faintly aware that Shaun must have gotten up the first time he had knocked, because he had at least managed to change out of his PJs and into a pair of jeans. That was all he’d had time to do before Desmond had charged in, however, and he was completely bare-chested. Normally this would have been a non-event, it wasn’t like Desmond had never seen a shirtless man before, but then Desmond’s eye caught the nipple ring, and it was all over.

Shaun had a nipple ring. The FUCK.

“Good God, Desmond, were you raised in a barn? You can’t just barge into other people’s rooms!” Shaun snapped, not yet realizing that Desmond was in no state to be lectured. “I mean, really! Rooms have doors for a reason. If I wanted you to just charge into my private space all willy-nilly, I’d keep the thing open. But it was closed, meaning...Desmond, what are you staring at?”

The direct question was enough to knock Desmond out of his daze. “Wha – oh, nothing!” he yelped hurriedly, face burning. He frantically looked around the room, searching for a distraction, something else to look at instead of that innocent little gold ring hanging from Shaun’s left nipple. He faintly heard Shaun grumbling about useless idiots under his breath, but Desmond was too focused on trying to fight down his blush to be offended. He refused to look up from the spot on the floor in front of his feet until Shaun had a shirt on.

“Now, why are you bursting in on me? It had better be something bloody important.”

Desmond glanced up at Shaun, still trying to fight off the blush. “Lucy was looking for you,” Desmond managed to choke out, “she asked me to come get you.”