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Shaun knew that the Miles-boy hated riddles more than everything else. And so Desmond was always truly glad when the synchronization rate was quite low when sitting in the Animus, so he only had to watch, when Ezio solved one.

But when Shaun of all people started to really love doing them when he was bored, Desmond had nothing to do other than watching him with a really annoyed look on his face.

He knew that Shaun enjoyed those situations. It seemed to be one of his hobbies to piss Desmond off.

But now it was enough.

"I've got some… "riddle" for you…" he told the Brit as he stood up from the Animus and marched towards him, "What do you think am I going to do now?"

Shaun sighed but didn't look up from the newspaper in front of him.

"I you'd fulfill me a wish… Then you'd close the door from the outside…"

"Wrong" Desmond whispered and only now did Shaun notice how freaking CLOSE the soon-to-be-assassin really was…

Desmond grinned at the shudder that crawled over Shaun's now tense body. But he closed in still, getting a good grip on the office chair and spinning it around so that he'd face Shaun who was too irritated by the other's behavior to even think of some snide comment to throw at him.

"Ok, then I'll have to show you…" Desmond murmured, smirking, and bent forward, his right knee already resting on the chair between Shaun's upper thighs.

And then, the Brit only felt Desmond's lips forcefully pressed against his, a tongue inside his mouth and a hand sliding up his chest. And it wasn't a difficult riddle – for neither of them - what he'd do now…

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Shaun knew that the Miles-boy hated riddles more than everything else. And so Desmond was always truly glad when the synchronization rate was quite low when sitting in the Animus, so he only had to watch, when Ezio solved one.

But when Shaun of all people started to really love doing them when he was bored, Desmond had nothing to do other than watching him with a really annoyed look on his face.

He knew that Shaun enjoyed those situations. It seemed to be one of his hobbies to piss Desmond off.

But now it was enough.

"I've got some… "riddle" for you…" he told the Brit as he stood up from the Animus and marched towards him, "What do you think am I going to do now?"

Shaun sighed but didn't look up from the newspaper in front of him.

"I you'd fulfill me a wish… Then you'd close the door from the outside…"

"Wrong" Desmond whispered and only now did Shaun notice how freaking CLOSE the soon-to-be-assassin really was…

Desmond grinned at the shudder that crawled over Shaun's now tense body. But he closed in still, getting a good grip on the office chair and spinning it around so that he'd face Shaun who was too irritated by the other's behavior to even think of some snide comment to throw at him.

"Ok, then I'll have to show you…" Desmond murmured, smirking, and bent forward, his right knee already resting on the chair between Shaun's upper thighs.

And then, the Brit only felt Desmond's lips forcefully pressed against his, a tongue inside his mouth and a hand sliding up his chest. And it wasn't a difficult riddle – for neither of them - what he'd do now…