Okay, I lied. I'll give you the smut this chapter, so next chapter will be the explanation one! :3 Then THE PLOT SHALL THICKEN.

Damn, it's hard to write as Shaun. D: *is more happy-go-lucky like Des and Leo*

Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed © Ubisoft, Lyrics © Me

ACT 4

Desmond followed Shaun into his room, heart racing and threatening to break from his chest. Is this a dream? Is this really happening? He asked himself. As Shaun threw his arms around Desmond's neck again, he knew it was real - more real than he could have ever hoped for.

Their lips met again, softly, sweetly, slowly moving against each other. The kiss wasn't rushed like their first one, more tender and loving. It was a trait in Shaun that only he knew and loved to see on the rare occasions. Desmond ran his tongue along Shaun's lips and was easily granted entrance. Their tongues brushed against each other, stroking and massaging the other with the powerful muscles.

Desmond worked his hands around until they rested on Shaun's hips and he pushed him eagerly back to the bed. Shaun laid down, pulling Desmond with him who proceeded to attack his neck.

"Des," Shaun gasped, arching his back when Desmond sucked in part of his skin, worrying it until it was a dark red. "Desmond…"

"What is it?" replied Desmond with a muffled voice. He didn't break his rhythm of sucking and biting on the man's neck and collar bone.

"I need to….need to know," he gasped in surprise when Desmond bit down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a deep mark, possibly a bruise.

"Shaun, I'm not leaving again like I did last time. I almost lost everything I cared for then and now that it's within my grasp…I don't plan on ever letting go again," Desmond declared as he looked long and hard into the British man's eyes.

"That's all fine and dandy, really," he covered up his blush with his sarcasm, "but I was going to tell you that I need to put my glasses on the nightstand."

Desmond chuckled and did just that before sealing his lips over Shaun's again. Curious fingers worked their way under the sweater vest and cotton shirt, tracing the muscles beneath it and reveling in how the touches made the man bellow him groan his name. Clothing was tossed aside, leaving bare chests to rub against each other. Their jeans were already too tight and it felt like there wasn't enough space in the room for them together.

"Take them off," Shaun muttered while simultaneously tugging at Desmond's belt.

"Impatient, are we? When was the last time you did this?" asked Desmond, while he complied with the British man's order.

Shaun was silent for a moment, only the sound of his breathing could be heard over Desmond's movements. "You were my last."

Desmond looked up at Shaun who pointedly averted his gaze. A small blush crept across his face. Why had he told him that? It doesn't help him one bit. He felt a hand cup his face, pulling him by the chin until their eyes met. In the stormy-grey eyes he saw no pity, no judgment, only a warm fondness that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"I'm so sorry…it's all my fault," Desmond admitted - though Shaun had already realized it - and it made him feel better. Perhaps it was just the fact that Desmond confessed that he was wrong for once.

"You've changed Desmond," he pointed out, resting his hand over Desmond's. "You've matured. I like it."

Desmond snickered. "You talk a lot more than you used to."

Desmond proceeded to grind his half-clothed hips into Shaun's, rewarding him with a low, throaty grown. His lips clenched on the Brit's neck again, and sucking until the skin beneath him until it was a pleasant red.

Shaun groaned at the sensation, dragging his fingers up and down Desmond's back, relishing in the amazing feelings that were coursing through his body. He hadn't felt that way in years, and he missed what Desmond was always able to awaken in him. In all honesty, he missed everything about Desmond but he wasn't able to admit it. He was too busy holding onto the pain he felt and the anger it produced when all he really wanted was to forgive the man that he loved.

He was brought back to reality when a cold gust of air brushed against his crotch. Desmond had removed both of their pants, leaving the men nude in the cool air. "Are you ready for this?" Desmond asked through his breaths. He could feel his hard length pressing up against his inner thigh and the anticipation made him shudder.

He ground back his hips, slamming violently into Desmond's. "Hurry up you damned wanker!" He growled with a small smirk.

Desmond wrapped his hand around Shaun's member and gave a good jerk, grinning evilly up at him when he yelped. He crashed their lips together as he slipped a digit soaked in pre-cum into Shaun's entrance. Shaun hissed at the foreign feeling of something in him, yet he relished in it. He missed the sensation of feeling full and the slight pull of the muscles at his entrance was worth it. When he had adjusted to the feeling of one finger, Desmond added a second, making sure to do scissor motions and to trust them in and out.

Shaun gasped when a third was added, making his muscles ache more than he expected. He had forgotten what it felt like when he was a virgin, but he could imagine it was a similar feeling. Desmond hooked his fingers, searching for the sweet spot he knew was there.

"Desmond, I - aah!" he moaned, arching his back into Desmond as his vision went white. There it was! The spot that Desmond had been searching for.

Desmond withdrew his fingers and rubbed his pre-cum over his length. "Shaun," he purred into the man's ear, "Say my name." He aligned his cock up with Shaun's opening, entering him at a slow pace.

Shaun grunted, trying to push away all the pain he felt. It was like his ass was on fire! He had forgotten how thick Desmond was and those fingers were not enough to prepare him properly. "Fuck!" He hissed through clenched teeth.

"God, Shaun, you're so tight…" Desmond began to rock against him slowly, attempting to dull the pain pith pleasure as he simultaneously pumped his hand on Shaun's manhood.

Eventually, the pain ebbed away and Shaun threw his head back to moan. The slap of skin seemed to echo off the walls, as wells as they noises that the two made. Shaun basked in the feel of Desmond rocking against him, moving his body back and forth against the bed sheets.

"Desmond," Shaun moaned loudly, digging his nails into said man's arms. "Faster, harder…"

Desmond groaned loudly, burying his face in the crook of Shaun's neck and biting down. He began to pull out farther and push back in faster, changing the angle as he did so that he hit Shaun's prostate with every thrust. He soon had Shaun withering beneath him, moaning and groaning his name.

Desmond began stroking Shaun in time with his thrust, bring the man closer to completion. "Des, I'm gonna -" Shaun gasped. His abdominal clenched and he spent himself on their stomachs, and Desmond was soon to follow, riding out his orgasm from within Shaun.

The two of them lay there, panting as the euphoric feeling began to slowly move off. "You taste like vomit and oranges," Shaun pointed out when his breathing wasn't as ragged.

Desmond chuckled. "You taste like alcohol and oranges," he countered playfully.

Shaun rolled over, a tired smirk on his face and he rested his head against Desmond's chest. He raked his fingers through the small chest hairs absent mindlessly. "Des," he said softly, "What happened all those years ago?"

Desmond visibly stiffened underneath him. Shaun looked up at the man and saw shame and guilt cross his features. "Shaun, I made a terrible mistake then that I've never fully forgiven myself for. I am actually surprised that you have…"

"So, will you tell me what you were thinking?"

Desmond nodded, tightening his arms around the man bellow him. "I'll tell you everything…"

Yeah, sorry it took so long. The scene just would write itself. =/ hopefully, it's not too horrible….3

Next chapter you finally find out what happened to Shaun and Des those years ago. Then we move into the Ezioleo and Altmal arches before we hit the battle of the band's tournaments. XDD