Shaun chuckled as he picked up the backpack and tossed it into the backseat.

"Let's get you home, then." Shaun opened the passenger door and gestured for Desmond to step inside. Desmond sat and reached for the seatbelt, but Shaun beat him to it, leaning across his lap to click it into place.

"I can do that myself, you know," Desmond grumbled as Shaun adjusted the belt.

"Forgive me for caring about your safety." Shaun put one hand on Desmond's knee and another on his shoulder. "Comfortable? Not too tight?"

Desmond glowered at him. "You're such a little shit."

"Takes one to know one," Shaun quipped as he swooped in and planted a kiss on Desmond's lips, wiping away the scowl growing there. "And in all seriousness, with the way you're moving I'm not entirely confident that you could buckle a seatbelt right now. How long has it been since you slept?"

Desmond winced. "Too long. I tried to nap on the plane but it was too loud."

Shaun took off his glasses and set them next to his watch on the makeshift nightstand. "Any plans for the evening, then?"

Desmond unzipped his hoodie and let it slip off his shoulders. "Yeah, actually."

Shaun raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

Desmond smirked. "You."

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Relationship: Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles

Characters: Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles

Additional Tags: Assassin's Creed II, Getting Together, Flirting, First Kiss, Bisexual Desmond Miles, Snarky Shaun Hastings

Words: 3,269

Part 1 of least favorite coworker to lovers 

"Sorry for offending your delicate sensibilities," Shaun said dryly. "I forgot you were a connoisseur."

"Hey, I know plenty of bartenders who drink the cheap shit. Myself included." Desmond gestured with the bottle. "But this is just bad."

The warehouse was quiet as Desmond walked to the kitchen. He knew he should probably be in bed, but he couldn't sleep. He'd never slept well in unfamiliar beds to begin with, and the whole fate of the world thing hanging over his head wasn't helping. Lucy was on guard duty for the next few hours and Rebecca had gone to bed, so he figured that he had the place to himself.

Given that, he was surprised to see the kitchen light on as he rounded the corner. He frowned. They'd definitely turned it off earlier. Lucy was always on them about leaving lights on at night. Something about it attracting attention. He slowed down as he walked towards the door, half expecting to see a booby trap or armed intruder or something inside.

Instead, he saw Shaun. Shaun was facing away from the doorway, staring into a cabinet like it was going to give him the answers to all of life's questions. He turned around at the sound of Desmond's footsteps.

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles Characters: Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles, Rebecca Crane (Assassin's Creed), Lucy Stillman Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Domestic Summary:

“Ah, yeah, Kate,” he answered absent-mindedly, hands still on the keyboard, eyes moving across the screen, “Katie, Katie, Katie” and he knew he was stalling, knew he was taking entirely too much time to answer a seemingly simple question. He could have just said no. He said instead: “Charmed the pants right off her, I did,” which caused Rebecca to make a sound that immediately told him it had been the entirely wrong thing to say in this moment.

Rebecca, who had known him then and knew him now, who had been there for his entirely one-sided fight with the word gay and had also been there when the word had won. He could not, in any plausible way, be angry at her for laughing at what he’d just said.

Fandom: Assassin's Creed

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles

Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Masturbation, Established Relationship, bickering as foreplay, Post-Canon

Words: 5,797

Desmond glanced at the time and did some quick mental math, then swore under his breath when he realized just how late it was for Shaun.

"Shit, baby, I forgot it was the middle of the night for you," he said guiltily. He'd been too preoccupied with his own boredom to remember the number of time zones between them.

"That's alright," Shaun said, even though it definitely wasn't. "I knew you'd figure it out eventually. I was working anyway, and I could use a distraction, frankly."

Desmond smiled, despite everything. God, it felt good to hear Shaun's voice. Anyone's voice, really, but Shaun's especially. "So you're not going to make fun of me for being too self-absorbed to remember how time works?"

"I would, normally, but I haven't seen you for over a week and I'm tired, so you get uncharacteristically-nice-Shaun for now. No promises if you start calling me every day, though."