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squirrellysemanticsTitle: Mudita
part 4
Rating R/close to NC17 for some smuttiness
Warnings for slash and the beginnings of polyamory between three dudes.
Series: Uncharted, Assassin's Creed 2. Spoilers for neither
Characters: Nathan Drake, Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles
Uncharted is owned by Naughty Dog, AC is owned by Ubisoft. I own nothing.
Previous chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
A/N: I intended to write a smutty corollary to the previous three parter and it came out a little longer than intended so there's one more chapter to come.
And to anyone reading this out there, someone once called feedback the closest thing to a live audience when writing. When there's silence it's truly disheartening. When there's discussion, it makes things come alive and inspires people to do better. This is doubly true for fan fiction. Comments, critique, thoughts? Anything and everything is welcome.
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Desmond didn’t want to hover but there was no way to avoid it. ‘Spacious’ was not a truthful description of this hotel room. “Find anything?”
The clatter of eyeglasses tossed to a desk was more than enough answer.
“I can teach you the anatomy of a rabbit's foot and how to build a periscope for the world's first submarine,” Shaun began, massaging the bridge of his nose as if this might physically extract the information he needed from his skull. “But as far as we can tell there’s fuck all in this notebook that will help us.”
Nate shuffled through page after page of his own clean handwriting. “Y’know, things might be a little more productive if you guys told me what exactly you were looking for.”
Fatigue forced Shaun to miss more than once while replacing the glasses on his face. “We'd be happy to oblige if we actually knew what that was.” He slumped in his chair, a picture of exhaustion. “We haven’t the slightest clue though you’ll probably know it when you see it.”
“Well, that cleared things right up.” Nate shoved his notes aside and executed a luxuriant stretch. “We've been at this for a while. Maybe we should take a break.” Rising from his seat on the bed, he raked his fingers through his scalp to leave his hair more unruly than it normally was.
“Hey, uh Desmond,” he began, eyes big and hopeful. “I can't find my gun. You think you could, well... you know, do that thing-“”
They'd had this conversation before. Cocking his head, Desmond tried to shield his amusement. “You lost your gun.”
“Yeah.”
“And you want me to find it?”
“Uh huh.”
Desmond pursed his lips, barely avoiding a laugh. “Using eagle vision, I take it?”
“Yup.”
Impossible to hide the smile this time. “Again?”
Nathan Drake had charm. And not just a little. The man could charm the rosary off of a nun and probably had done exactly that at some point in his life. Now he used this unlimited resource to the best of his ability, infectious affability radiating from every pore. “That's not a problem, is it?”
Though there were those who were slightly more immune than others.
“For Christ's sake, what is this, the twelfth time this week?” snapped Shaun, stacks of his own translations quivering under the brunt of his annoyance. “What are you playing at? Even you couldn't be that dim!”
Ducking his head only made the color on Nate’s cheeks more obvious. “C'mon! What Desmond can do with his vision is unbelievable! It’s a breakthrough in human evolution and you two are acting like it’s no big deal!”
"No, you’re right,” Desmond sighed, humor draining from him. "It is a big deal- bigger than you could possibly imagine."
An explosive breath pierced the silence. “You know what?" Nate demanded with heated bite. "I’ve had enough of this cagey bullshit!”
He began pacing, pacing, pacing- well, as much as he could in what little space they had and this only added to his frustration.
“Let’s take this from the top, shall we? Best friend from uni turns up with some guy who’s got honest-to-god superpowers. Help them steal a lost notebook belonging to history’s greatest genius and now there's a whole lot of pissed off mobsters on our tail. After nearly getting killed more times than I care to think about, the three of us end up screwing like weasels. And you’d think maybe-"
Nate went very still, the small muscle in his jaw quivering as he fought to not simply shout his next words at the top of his lungs.”Just maybe - after all that I deserve to know a little bit about what the fuck this is all for?”
The look that Shaun and Desmond shared was properly mollified.
“Where to begin?” Shaun conceded wearily. “With every question we answer, a hundred more will spring up.”
Desmond offered a smile that was all apology. “And you’ll think we’re completely crazy.”
“Crazier than a guy who gets regular visits from his ancestors?” Nate laughed, frustration goading him onwards. “How bad can it be? We're hip deep in shit already. A little more isn't going to make a difference.”
“The end of the world is coming,” Shaun began bluntly. “Warnings of a catastrophe are writ large across history, left by an ancient race that predates mankind. The warnings weren't the only mark these people made. They tinkered with us; kept humanity as slaves.”
“Some of that tinkering created abilities like mine,” Desmond continued. “But something happened. We survived. They didn’t. What we do know is that it will happen again.”
“When?” Nate asked with a chill of horror creeping up his spine.
“Not long. A few months we think.” Shaun hung his head, looking much older than he truly was. “And we’re the only ones who can stop it.”
Desmond rubbed at the back of his neck as if the weight of the world had just settled across his shoulders. “We know my ancestors worked to figure out the answers. Picking through their memories gives us clues to stopping it but for every piece we find, the puzzle becomes more and more complicated.”
Nate gaped at them, air vanishing from the room.
Incredible words from a man who'd never led him astray before. Otherworldly sight in a man he’d just met. Whispers in Italian and a kiss meant for someone long dead.
How was- was any of this even remotely possible? He’d played witness to weirdest of the weird but this kind of blew his weirdness out of the water.
The gun. His gun. He’d thought it a scam of Desmond’s at first so he’d tested the man again and again but god damn if the son of a bitch didn’t find it in seconds no matter where Nate had hidden it.
End of the world, huh? There was a lump in his throat and Nate swallowed it down. "What do we do now if the notebook is a dead end?"
A shrug from Desmond though his head remained high. "We keep looking." There was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "For right now, we find your gun."
The big man padded closer, eyes the color of warmed honey brightening with an ethereal glow that made them even more spectacular.
This is stalking, Nate thought. This is me getting stalked.
I have no problem with this.
"What do you see?" he asked in awe, curiosity eating him alive.
"It's sort of an aura," Desmond murmured, fingers trailing along Nate's side. "People and places shine in different colors. Shows me if they’ll help.” His touch was a tickle; feather-light and just on the right side of torture. “Or if they’ll hurt.”
"Hmm.” Nate managed to sound studious as he bit at the firm line of jaw. "That’s a pretty bold claim. What’s it tell you about me?"
He could feel Desmond laugh against him. "You're trouble."
"Ain’t that the truth.” Nate attacked Desmond's mouth, tasting, sucking him in.
They opened up to each other, sharing each others' breath as they battled in playful exploration. When air was no longer optional, they came up from it together, panting as if from a long race.
Desmond was the first to speak, all rumble and roughness. "Ooh, wait. I think I found your gun," he murmured, reaching around to take generous portions of buttock in each hand.
"My ass is considered a concealed weapon in thirteen states,” Nate sighed appreciatively as their hips came together. “But nope, that’s not it."
The fit, the feel of it as they moved together even in this simple grind; it was so, so good. But it was missing a little something.
He tossed his head back as Desmond went after the hollow of his throat. That’s when he spotted it; Shaun- flushed and wanting, watching them with raw hunger and oh, oh god-
The three of them. Together. Really together. He would have never thought it possible but here it was, so impossibly perfect that it was just his usual shit luck to have Armageddon right around the corner.
The bite at his collar bone triggered a gasp and it was even better when Nate realized Shaun was gasping right along with him.
Beautiful.
There was a tug from nimble fingers undoing his jeans.
Desmond tried to look wholly innocent but the light burning from his eyes made him look deliciously demonic instead. “Wait,” he asked, stroking the other man to hardness with careful deliberation. “This isn’t your gun is it?”
How the fuck was Desmond still talking?
“Th..that’s sh… shit!” Nate managed before his hips automatically bucked into the capable hand, his body fully aware of where it wanted to be. “More of a bat than a gun but you -ah, fuck!" and whatever clever quip he’d thought up was swept away as they fell into a rhythm.
"You're determined that none of us get any work done today, are you?" Shaun demanded, hands clenched around the arms of his chair in a death grip.
Desmond turned his luminescent gaze on the flustered Englishman. "Shut your yap and enjoy the show or get your ass over h- what the hell is that?"
Knees buckled as Nate was left bereft. He caught himself against the bed, blinking through his haze at Desmond's sudden absence. “What the hell is what?”
Faster than should have been possible, Desmond was at the desk, attacking the notebook that displayed the innocuous anatomical structures of a dog's hind leg. “I'm an idiot!” he hissed, rifling through page after page with his eyes lit up hotter than the sun.
“Of course,” Shaun murmured, watching enrapt. “If there was information hidden in Altair's codex, why not Da Vinci's notebooks?”
“I need a pen or something! Anything!” Desmond begged with no small amount of urgency and Shaun rushed to help him, offering up whatever he had at hand.
Silence reigned as images appeared under Desmond's frantic hand. Letters. Numbers. The outline of buildings. The paths of roads and rivers. Not every page hid something but the ones that did were copied out as quickly as could be managed. It was a jumble of information and it seemed like forever before he was finished.
Shaun poured over this new information, hands flying over the pages as he managed to piece them together at lightning speed. “Looks like a map of some kind. There's symbols and text as well but parts are missing."
"More sstuff in other notebookss," Desmond said with a drunken slur, a fine sheen forming across his forehead.
"Probably." Nate said vaguely, noticing the sweat breaking out on the other man with growing alarm. “But Da Vinci wrote like thirteen thousand pages and the five thousand still known to exist are scattered all over the globe. We'll never get through it all before the world goes bye-bye."
Shaun laid a gentle hand on Desmond's shoulder. "Why don't you take a break? Nate and I can try to make sense of this."
Shaking his head, Desmond managed a weak "no" and took up pen and paper once more. Eyes alight but with none of the brightness of before, he went through the notebook again, jotting down sloppy numbers beside each message he'd transcribed.
"From what you see, only the pages with anatomy notes on them have anything hidden," Shaun noted with amazement. "Is that right?"
Desmond met his gaze blearily. “Si.”
Strange how the world could melt into chaos from a single syllable.
Shaun had one more syllable and that syllable was “fuck!” as he scrambled to tear the notebook from trembling hands.
Nate was across the room in an instant. “Hey!” he shouted, taking Desmond's clammy face in his hands. Shit, the man was putting out heat like a furnace. “Don't go all Italiano on me, buddy! Desmond! Desmond!"
A few painful seconds and the barely conscious man seemed to find his focus, eyes fluttering open. "Thanks," Desmond whispered and sagged against the men that flanked him.
With infinite care, the two men carried Desmond to bed. They stationed themselves besides him, watching over him as he fell into simple sleep.
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The world came back slowly for Desmond.
Much darker outside than he remembered. Night must have fallen, though he was sweltering hot. Memory came back just as slowly. How had he made it to the bed? He tried to move and found himself pinned in place by bodies to either side of him. Wriggling as gently as he could, Desmond managed to sit up without upsetting anything.
What he found shouldn’t have been that surprising.
Computer on his lap still blazing, Shaun was fast asleep, precariously propped up against the headboard in a distinctly uncomfortable fashion. Eyeglasses had a tenuous hold on their proper place at best, knocked askew once Shaun had fallen deeper into sleep. Kind of adorable really. So tranquil. It wasn’t often he got to watch Shaun sleep and that was a damn shame.
Reaching for the laptop, Desmond couldn’t help but take a peek. Railway schedules? Guess a plan had been worked out in his absence.
Using his long reach, he cleared both computer and eyeglasses to safety and there was a wordless sound of disapproval from Shaun at the loss. Desmond kept his laugh to himself. He should have known to be more careful when taking baby’s pacifier away. He nudged Shaun along and after some mindless grumbling the Englishman was finally resting in a more reasonable position.
One down. One to go.
Nate was similarly out like a light, but at least he was sprawled on his back, handwritten notes scattered across his chest. One in particular was at the top of the pile: the words ‘Anatomical Manuscript, Royal Collection’ on one side and ‘WINDSOR’ on the other, all neatly written in Nathan’s bold hand.
Was that where they would be going? Chasing after more of Da Vinci’s works?
Of course they were.
His stomach lurched at the thought, and Desmond faltered, remembering the turbulence, his mind fracturing.
Few things meant more to Ezio than Leonardo and that notebook was just so… tangible. Its power reached through the centuries, the crushing pressure of his ancestor’s memories bearing down on him again and again just by its proximity.
And now they were going in search of more.
Carefully collecting the notes one by one, Desmond set the stack aside and eased himself back into place between the two sleeping men. An accidental poke in Nate’s side had the man wrapping his arms around both of them, still dead to the world. Must have been part octopus. Shaun was no better, taking the opportunity to spoon against Desmond’s back and now Desmond was well and truly caught.
How natural it felt, cocooned between these two. How safe.
As fragile as it was, this was home.
Desmond held his breath, trying to commit the feeling to memory.
He’d need an anchor in the days to come.
part 4
Rating R/close to NC17 for some smuttiness
Warnings for slash and the beginnings of polyamory between three dudes.
Series: Uncharted, Assassin's Creed 2. Spoilers for neither
Characters: Nathan Drake, Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles
Uncharted is owned by Naughty Dog, AC is owned by Ubisoft. I own nothing.
Previous chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
A/N: I intended to write a smutty corollary to the previous three parter and it came out a little longer than intended so there's one more chapter to come.
And to anyone reading this out there, someone once called feedback the closest thing to a live audience when writing. When there's silence it's truly disheartening. When there's discussion, it makes things come alive and inspires people to do better. This is doubly true for fan fiction. Comments, critique, thoughts? Anything and everything is welcome.
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Desmond didn’t want to hover but there was no way to avoid it. ‘Spacious’ was not a truthful description of this hotel room. “Find anything?”
The clatter of eyeglasses tossed to a desk was more than enough answer.
“I can teach you the anatomy of a rabbit's foot and how to build a periscope for the world's first submarine,” Shaun began, massaging the bridge of his nose as if this might physically extract the information he needed from his skull. “But as far as we can tell there’s fuck all in this notebook that will help us.”
Nate shuffled through page after page of his own clean handwriting. “Y’know, things might be a little more productive if you guys told me what exactly you were looking for.”
Fatigue forced Shaun to miss more than once while replacing the glasses on his face. “We'd be happy to oblige if we actually knew what that was.” He slumped in his chair, a picture of exhaustion. “We haven’t the slightest clue though you’ll probably know it when you see it.”
“Well, that cleared things right up.” Nate shoved his notes aside and executed a luxuriant stretch. “We've been at this for a while. Maybe we should take a break.” Rising from his seat on the bed, he raked his fingers through his scalp to leave his hair more unruly than it normally was.
“Hey, uh Desmond,” he began, eyes big and hopeful. “I can't find my gun. You think you could, well... you know, do that thing-“”
They'd had this conversation before. Cocking his head, Desmond tried to shield his amusement. “You lost your gun.”
“Yeah.”
“And you want me to find it?”
“Uh huh.”
Desmond pursed his lips, barely avoiding a laugh. “Using eagle vision, I take it?”
“Yup.”
Impossible to hide the smile this time. “Again?”
Nathan Drake had charm. And not just a little. The man could charm the rosary off of a nun and probably had done exactly that at some point in his life. Now he used this unlimited resource to the best of his ability, infectious affability radiating from every pore. “That's not a problem, is it?”
Though there were those who were slightly more immune than others.
“For Christ's sake, what is this, the twelfth time this week?” snapped Shaun, stacks of his own translations quivering under the brunt of his annoyance. “What are you playing at? Even you couldn't be that dim!”
Ducking his head only made the color on Nate’s cheeks more obvious. “C'mon! What Desmond can do with his vision is unbelievable! It’s a breakthrough in human evolution and you two are acting like it’s no big deal!”
"No, you’re right,” Desmond sighed, humor draining from him. "It is a big deal- bigger than you could possibly imagine."
An explosive breath pierced the silence. “You know what?" Nate demanded with heated bite. "I’ve had enough of this cagey bullshit!”
He began pacing, pacing, pacing- well, as much as he could in what little space they had and this only added to his frustration.
“Let’s take this from the top, shall we? Best friend from uni turns up with some guy who’s got honest-to-god superpowers. Help them steal a lost notebook belonging to history’s greatest genius and now there's a whole lot of pissed off mobsters on our tail. After nearly getting killed more times than I care to think about, the three of us end up screwing like weasels. And you’d think maybe-"
Nate went very still, the small muscle in his jaw quivering as he fought to not simply shout his next words at the top of his lungs.”Just maybe - after all that I deserve to know a little bit about what the fuck this is all for?”
The look that Shaun and Desmond shared was properly mollified.
“Where to begin?” Shaun conceded wearily. “With every question we answer, a hundred more will spring up.”
Desmond offered a smile that was all apology. “And you’ll think we’re completely crazy.”
“Crazier than a guy who gets regular visits from his ancestors?” Nate laughed, frustration goading him onwards. “How bad can it be? We're hip deep in shit already. A little more isn't going to make a difference.”
“The end of the world is coming,” Shaun began bluntly. “Warnings of a catastrophe are writ large across history, left by an ancient race that predates mankind. The warnings weren't the only mark these people made. They tinkered with us; kept humanity as slaves.”
“Some of that tinkering created abilities like mine,” Desmond continued. “But something happened. We survived. They didn’t. What we do know is that it will happen again.”
“When?” Nate asked with a chill of horror creeping up his spine.
“Not long. A few months we think.” Shaun hung his head, looking much older than he truly was. “And we’re the only ones who can stop it.”
Desmond rubbed at the back of his neck as if the weight of the world had just settled across his shoulders. “We know my ancestors worked to figure out the answers. Picking through their memories gives us clues to stopping it but for every piece we find, the puzzle becomes more and more complicated.”
Nate gaped at them, air vanishing from the room.
Incredible words from a man who'd never led him astray before. Otherworldly sight in a man he’d just met. Whispers in Italian and a kiss meant for someone long dead.
How was- was any of this even remotely possible? He’d played witness to weirdest of the weird but this kind of blew his weirdness out of the water.
The gun. His gun. He’d thought it a scam of Desmond’s at first so he’d tested the man again and again but god damn if the son of a bitch didn’t find it in seconds no matter where Nate had hidden it.
End of the world, huh? There was a lump in his throat and Nate swallowed it down. "What do we do now if the notebook is a dead end?"
A shrug from Desmond though his head remained high. "We keep looking." There was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "For right now, we find your gun."
The big man padded closer, eyes the color of warmed honey brightening with an ethereal glow that made them even more spectacular.
This is stalking, Nate thought. This is me getting stalked.
I have no problem with this.
"What do you see?" he asked in awe, curiosity eating him alive.
"It's sort of an aura," Desmond murmured, fingers trailing along Nate's side. "People and places shine in different colors. Shows me if they’ll help.” His touch was a tickle; feather-light and just on the right side of torture. “Or if they’ll hurt.”
"Hmm.” Nate managed to sound studious as he bit at the firm line of jaw. "That’s a pretty bold claim. What’s it tell you about me?"
He could feel Desmond laugh against him. "You're trouble."
"Ain’t that the truth.” Nate attacked Desmond's mouth, tasting, sucking him in.
They opened up to each other, sharing each others' breath as they battled in playful exploration. When air was no longer optional, they came up from it together, panting as if from a long race.
Desmond was the first to speak, all rumble and roughness. "Ooh, wait. I think I found your gun," he murmured, reaching around to take generous portions of buttock in each hand.
"My ass is considered a concealed weapon in thirteen states,” Nate sighed appreciatively as their hips came together. “But nope, that’s not it."
The fit, the feel of it as they moved together even in this simple grind; it was so, so good. But it was missing a little something.
He tossed his head back as Desmond went after the hollow of his throat. That’s when he spotted it; Shaun- flushed and wanting, watching them with raw hunger and oh, oh god-
The three of them. Together. Really together. He would have never thought it possible but here it was, so impossibly perfect that it was just his usual shit luck to have Armageddon right around the corner.
The bite at his collar bone triggered a gasp and it was even better when Nate realized Shaun was gasping right along with him.
Beautiful.
There was a tug from nimble fingers undoing his jeans.
Desmond tried to look wholly innocent but the light burning from his eyes made him look deliciously demonic instead. “Wait,” he asked, stroking the other man to hardness with careful deliberation. “This isn’t your gun is it?”
How the fuck was Desmond still talking?
“Th..that’s sh… shit!” Nate managed before his hips automatically bucked into the capable hand, his body fully aware of where it wanted to be. “More of a bat than a gun but you -ah, fuck!" and whatever clever quip he’d thought up was swept away as they fell into a rhythm.
"You're determined that none of us get any work done today, are you?" Shaun demanded, hands clenched around the arms of his chair in a death grip.
Desmond turned his luminescent gaze on the flustered Englishman. "Shut your yap and enjoy the show or get your ass over h- what the hell is that?"
Knees buckled as Nate was left bereft. He caught himself against the bed, blinking through his haze at Desmond's sudden absence. “What the hell is what?”
Faster than should have been possible, Desmond was at the desk, attacking the notebook that displayed the innocuous anatomical structures of a dog's hind leg. “I'm an idiot!” he hissed, rifling through page after page with his eyes lit up hotter than the sun.
“Of course,” Shaun murmured, watching enrapt. “If there was information hidden in Altair's codex, why not Da Vinci's notebooks?”
“I need a pen or something! Anything!” Desmond begged with no small amount of urgency and Shaun rushed to help him, offering up whatever he had at hand.
Silence reigned as images appeared under Desmond's frantic hand. Letters. Numbers. The outline of buildings. The paths of roads and rivers. Not every page hid something but the ones that did were copied out as quickly as could be managed. It was a jumble of information and it seemed like forever before he was finished.
Shaun poured over this new information, hands flying over the pages as he managed to piece them together at lightning speed. “Looks like a map of some kind. There's symbols and text as well but parts are missing."
"More sstuff in other notebookss," Desmond said with a drunken slur, a fine sheen forming across his forehead.
"Probably." Nate said vaguely, noticing the sweat breaking out on the other man with growing alarm. “But Da Vinci wrote like thirteen thousand pages and the five thousand still known to exist are scattered all over the globe. We'll never get through it all before the world goes bye-bye."
Shaun laid a gentle hand on Desmond's shoulder. "Why don't you take a break? Nate and I can try to make sense of this."
Shaking his head, Desmond managed a weak "no" and took up pen and paper once more. Eyes alight but with none of the brightness of before, he went through the notebook again, jotting down sloppy numbers beside each message he'd transcribed.
"From what you see, only the pages with anatomy notes on them have anything hidden," Shaun noted with amazement. "Is that right?"
Desmond met his gaze blearily. “Si.”
Strange how the world could melt into chaos from a single syllable.
Shaun had one more syllable and that syllable was “fuck!” as he scrambled to tear the notebook from trembling hands.
Nate was across the room in an instant. “Hey!” he shouted, taking Desmond's clammy face in his hands. Shit, the man was putting out heat like a furnace. “Don't go all Italiano on me, buddy! Desmond! Desmond!"
A few painful seconds and the barely conscious man seemed to find his focus, eyes fluttering open. "Thanks," Desmond whispered and sagged against the men that flanked him.
With infinite care, the two men carried Desmond to bed. They stationed themselves besides him, watching over him as he fell into simple sleep.
___________
The world came back slowly for Desmond.
Much darker outside than he remembered. Night must have fallen, though he was sweltering hot. Memory came back just as slowly. How had he made it to the bed? He tried to move and found himself pinned in place by bodies to either side of him. Wriggling as gently as he could, Desmond managed to sit up without upsetting anything.
What he found shouldn’t have been that surprising.
Computer on his lap still blazing, Shaun was fast asleep, precariously propped up against the headboard in a distinctly uncomfortable fashion. Eyeglasses had a tenuous hold on their proper place at best, knocked askew once Shaun had fallen deeper into sleep. Kind of adorable really. So tranquil. It wasn’t often he got to watch Shaun sleep and that was a damn shame.
Reaching for the laptop, Desmond couldn’t help but take a peek. Railway schedules? Guess a plan had been worked out in his absence.
Using his long reach, he cleared both computer and eyeglasses to safety and there was a wordless sound of disapproval from Shaun at the loss. Desmond kept his laugh to himself. He should have known to be more careful when taking baby’s pacifier away. He nudged Shaun along and after some mindless grumbling the Englishman was finally resting in a more reasonable position.
One down. One to go.
Nate was similarly out like a light, but at least he was sprawled on his back, handwritten notes scattered across his chest. One in particular was at the top of the pile: the words ‘Anatomical Manuscript, Royal Collection’ on one side and ‘WINDSOR’ on the other, all neatly written in Nathan’s bold hand.
Was that where they would be going? Chasing after more of Da Vinci’s works?
Of course they were.
His stomach lurched at the thought, and Desmond faltered, remembering the turbulence, his mind fracturing.
Few things meant more to Ezio than Leonardo and that notebook was just so… tangible. Its power reached through the centuries, the crushing pressure of his ancestor’s memories bearing down on him again and again just by its proximity.
And now they were going in search of more.
Carefully collecting the notes one by one, Desmond set the stack aside and eased himself back into place between the two sleeping men. An accidental poke in Nate’s side had the man wrapping his arms around both of them, still dead to the world. Must have been part octopus. Shaun was no better, taking the opportunity to spoon against Desmond’s back and now Desmond was well and truly caught.
How natural it felt, cocooned between these two. How safe.
As fragile as it was, this was home.
Desmond held his breath, trying to commit the feeling to memory.
He’d need an anchor in the days to come.
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-26 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-26 06:52 pm (UTC)Anyway, just thought I'd pop in, throw down some words of joy. Keep up the awesome work, there's so little of this crossover out there.
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Date: 2011-04-26 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-27 01:31 am (UTC)Firstly, I'm wickedly delighted to see it evolved into more than just one extra part! You know I can't get enough of these boys and the way you write them is so mmph. I love all of it: Nate getting upset about all the secrecy, he and Desmond's gun-finding game (while Shaun watches!), Desmond finding clues through Eagle Vision, and the adorable pile they make tangled together at the end. Poor Desmond, my heart's just aching for him. I hope he can hold onto them (and they to him) long enough to get through this.
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Date: 2011-04-27 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-28 06:29 am (UTC)DUDE. I don't know if you thought about it, but this means LEO figured out a way to write in EagleVision ink. Something invisible, that would show up non-the-less. GO LEO!
EEE! He could have left messages in that church over the vault he retro-fit for Ezio. Or all over Italy for that matter. So cool!
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Date: 2011-04-28 10:50 am (UTC)hello from tsuzukilove
Date: 2011-06-21 04:59 pm (UTC):D I absolutely love this cross over...still have yet to play Uncharted, but gaahhhhh I don't have a ps3...I might just have to watch it all on youtube...
Anyway! I just adore your writing, and this is my favorite chapter. So cute and cuddly, sexy, and angsty all in one! Excellent... :3 I love it when Desmond suffers from the Bleeding Effect because I really enjoy Shaun and Nate's reactions. And torturing Desmond a bit is always fun....
I hope you keep up the wonderful work, your writing is truly my favorite.
<3 tsuzukilove (from y!gallery)
Re: hello from tsuzukilove
Date: 2011-06-21 06:36 pm (UTC)