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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Monday [1/6]

[(Anonymous)]

Prologue

The red tip of a strawberry disappeared into the creamy chocolate, and came out covered in a thick layer of coco and sugar that covered about half of its surface. Shaun twisted the long metal fork a little to cut the thread of chocolate that ran from the tip of the barry to the mixture in the fondue pot.

Shaun's eyes flicked back up to make sure his twin's were still closed, and murmured to that other that he should open his mouth. Danny did so without hesitation, and Shaun carefully set the fruit on his brother's exposed tongue, waiting for the other's mouth to close around it before withdrawing the fork. Sitting back and closing his eyes as Danny did the same for him, this time selecting a banana from the plate of chopped fruit.

The whole “feeding each other” thing was a trick they had learned as kids that had always earned them plenty of attention and cries of “isn't that adorable” from family members and stranger's alike, and as an added bonus helped them undisputedly share the marshmallows when fondue was on the menu. A quite common argument when they were 11, and even though thare were no marshmallows around at present, recreating it still brought about that interesting feeling of nostalgia that was worth any funny looks they got for eating like love struck sweethearts on the streets of Paris.

As Shaun chewed on his piece of banana he spared a glance round the London hideout looking for Desmond, who strangely seemed to vanish whenever his twin came over for some “catching up”. Sighing it off and deciding to bring it up as the main subject of tonight's pillow talk, Shaun found a slice of apple and speared it with his fork.

Meanwhile, Desmond rebalanced himself in his rather uncomfortable hiding place in the closet, trying not to swear when a broom handle caught him in the back. He pushed it out of the way and rested his weight against the wall, pushing a box of spare animus parts out of the way with his foot.

Once he was relaxed again, Desmond cast his eyes towards the little crack in the door, through which he was observing the rather strange kind of brother-bonding that Shaun and Danny engaged in. Having to bite down on his lip a little every time Shaun or Danny expertly placed food in the others mouth. Trying to keep his mind on the pants tightening implications of it, instead of the inherent feeling of creepiness of watching it from a broom cupboard.

Although it wasn't like he had a lot of options at this point, it would be even stranger if he just sat there and stared at the two. Not that doing it in secret was any better, but at least they wouldn't ask what he was doing, or worse stop what they were doing.. .and sitting down and eating with them would spoil the synchronicity of it. So here he was, cramped in more ways than one, and watching through a slit like a pervert.

Of course, the reason that he was putting all this effort into spying on the twins, was purely out of some confused fantasy that had taken root ever since he had first bumped into Danny on a crowded London street, and consequently learned one of Shaun's best kept secrets. He was shocked at first but it hadn't taken long for it do give way to curiosity, specially with his recent discovery of just how much he liked the inside of Shaun's trousers.

Then it had all been downhill when he discovered that nice Brits can be just as sexy as the mean ones, and that he had an untapped lust for matching sets that was driving him mad with seemingly endless fantasies. Even now as he sat alone among the boxes and cleaning supplies his imagination was going wild.