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Star-Crossed : Part 2 – Courtship [2/6]

[(Anonymous)]

Desmond… Ethan repeated the name to himself quietly. Now that he was away from the other guards and recovered from his rude awakening, he finally had a moment to realize what he had been dreaming of. Desmond pinning him to a wall, like he was about to kill him, but then… a tingling feeling crossed his lips as he imagined Desmond kissing him. He shivered again, and Ethan could have sworn he could hear his own heartbeat pounding away in his chest.

Ethan had feelings for a few other males before, mostly stemming from a few all-boys private school experiences. It was number twelve on the list of secrets that he would rather not have his family find out about… but this, this was bad. It was Just his luck to fall for an Assassin. All that time spent pitying and marveling at them, how could he not see this coming.

Worst of all, this Assassin- Ethan had to stop for a moment but the idea was already there and it wasn't going away. Desmond was a test subject, and the longer he remained in Abstergo's care, the less likely he was to wake up the next morning. Ethan buried his head in his hands, He needed time to think about this...

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As it turned out, Ethan did have time. Lots, and lots, and lots, of time. Eight hours every day in fact.

His next few shifts were as slow as they were exhilarating and slightly painful when Ethan wasn't able to push the short-term nature of these circumstances to the back of his mind. It was interesting how quickly he had become connected to someone he had by all rights never met.

His time spent observing Desmond's daily activities had added a few odd quirks to the way he handled himself. Like how He got into the habit of bringing his dinner with him to the office, because it seemed that the only time he was hungry was when Desmond ate. Or how He would drink coffee while he watched Desmond sleep, trusting the caffeine to stop him from drifting off as he watched the Assassin stir peacefully in his slumber.

He wasn't watching all the time, but it seemed like with every day that passed Desmond would spend longer and longer in the Animus. Emerging from his odd sleepless coma when his mind grew tired of the constant stimulation. Then he would have a brief chat with Lucy, who was gradually informing him about Abstergo and the Templars. It was almost startling how little Desmond knew, but then he did leave that life vary young and that kind of information about Abstergo wasn't exactly public knowledge.

After that he took his shower, Ethan had to turn that monitor off now to stop himself from ogling Desmond like a pervert. Sexy body or not, it still felt wrong. Then after that the tense hours before Desmond settled down got underway. He paced around the room, sometimes threw things, he was board and angry. It was almost like watching a lion trapped in a cage that was far too small for it.

Ethan wished he could be there to comfort Desmond. Reach out to him and take his hand to stop his pacing, then pull him back to the bed telling him everything was going to be alright, even if he knew it wasn't. Then Desmond would push him down onto the soft sheets, and Ethan would let him have anything he wanted. Just as long as it took his mind off whatever made him so upset. Desmond always got to sleep eventually, but it was still vexing to watch, and it seemed to get worse every night. And Ethan would always find himself worrying about Desmond near constantly when he wasn't at the monitors keeping an eye on him.

Lost in thoughts like these, Ethan wandered down the hallway. His food, coffee thermos, and a Play station Portable (for when Desmond was in the Animus) tucked into the bag slung over his shoulder. He was just about to report in for his fourth shift since he had been reassigned.