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Ass-Creed: Clothes Shopping

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Buttoning up his shirt, Shaun felt hands loop around his stomach, joining his own in the task of fastening the light blue shirt. He smiled, watching the tanned hands slip the buttons into their respective homes. The hands smoothed the shirt down, a chin resting on Shaun's shoulder.

"Hey."

"Say, I've a wierd question. Can I borrow some clothes?" Desmond asked, playing with the last button. Shaun turned to look at him.

"What's wrong with your clothes?" He asked. Desmond laughed, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I've been wearing the same set of clothes since Abstergo kidnapped me. If I don't change soon, I'm gonna go ripe." Desmond mumbled softly.

Shaun laughed, and leaned forwards to kiss his lover. "Guess I got used to the smell. Take what you need and we'll go clothes shopping, I'll go tell Lucy and Becca."

Digging around in the clothes, Desmond shook his head, pulling out some clothes. He buried his nose in the clean clothes, inhaling the scent of fresh laundry, and the smell that was unmistakeably Shaun.

He bit back a laugh. "Well, I always did look good in a shirt." He tossed the clothes over his arm, and went to the bathroom to change.

***

Lucy nodded at Shaun. "I guess we did kind of overlook a few things. Okay. You guys go out and get some clothes for him." She smiled as Shaun nodded, whistling in appreciation as Desmond stepped into the room.

Spreading his arms sheepishly, Desmond turned around. "Well?"

Wearing a black dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and turned up at the elbows, black jeans to match, Desmond looked, for lack of another word, smart. Lucy giggled, and clapped. "All right, Shaun. Enjoy your man-date."

Reaching up to tilt his none-existent hat, Shaun nodded. "I'll have him back by ten." He turned, and pulled Desmond forwards by the front of his own shirt, smirking.

"Let's go shopping, then."

***

"So, where should we go first?" Shaun dug his hands into his pockets, turning on his heel. Desmond smiled, and peered into the entrance of a store.

"Dunno, I've never been into an actual mall before. What's in here?" He asked, pointing. Shaun looked up at the store name.

"Hot Topic? Buggered if I know, it's an American store. Never been in one." He smiled, and tilted his head. "Shall we?"

Stepping inside, Desmond grinned. "Oh yeah. I think I like this store." He pulled two black hoodies off the rails, and turned to inspect the baggy jeans. Shaun chuckled behind him, and moved towards a tie rack, turning it with his index finger.

"Do you just buy hoodies? It's gotta be some instinct from Altair and Ezio." Shaun picked up a white tie with a blood splatter across it's length, holding it up in the mirror. Desmond leaned over his shoulder, his hands pinning something purple and ruffled to his waist.

"I think it suits you."

"No, love."

"Aw, come on."

"No come on. I am not wearing a skirt. Least of all something from a goth/lolita nightmare."

Desmond threw his arms up, the skirt fluttering wildly. "You English guys wear skirts all the time! Those checkered ones!"

It took a moment for Shaun to realise what Desmond was referring to. "Those are kilts, you barm-pot. And they're Scottish. Do I sound Scottish, Desmond?"

"Yes?" Desmond tried. Shaun rolled his eyes, and pointed at him.

"Haud yer wheesht, ye daftie." He chuckled, managing a marvellous accent. He took the tie and the two hoodies from Desmond, turning to the other man.

"Are ye throu?" Shaun asked, his voice still thick and Scottish. Desmond scowled at him.

"What the hell are you saying?"

"Sorry. I meant, are you finished in here?" Shaun asked, clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing. Desmond laughed, and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm done. Underwear now, yours is comfy and all...but..." Desmond shifted around, earning a slap.

"We can grab you a pack of boxers at the store on the way back. Don't be so difficult." Shaun looked back to the girl, and handed her the money. "Cheers."

"Oh, you guys want some blood?" She asked. Shaun closed his eyes, and shook his head.

"Sorry, I thought you were asking me if I wanted blood." He repeated. The girl nodded, and held up an I.V. Pack.

"It's fake blood you can eat. Two dollars?" She offered. Shaun shook his head. "No thanks. I'll pass, unless he wants one?"

Desmond stared at the pack thoughtfully. "Ye-nah. No. I'm good. Thanks, though."

Shaun smiled. "You were thinking about playing vampire with me as your victim, weren't you?" He asked, his voice low.

"M...ah...maybe?" Desmond grinned sheepishly. "You'd look hot, coated in blood." He took the bag from the girl, grinning. "Besides, you'd say no, so it doesn't matter."

"As long as you don't fucking sparkle, I don't give a shit." Shaun followed him, smirking. "And don't take it as set in stone, but maybe, maybe we can play vampire at some point."

"I get to be the vampire."

"Whatever you say, dear."
Pfff....dont ask. There was a suggestion for the guys going clothes shopping with a quote, but I've never seen the movie it was from.

So, instead, I threw in some Scottish slang, and some flirting. Enjoy. XD

Oh, the Scottish.

Haud yer Wheesht = Shut your mouth
daftie = idiot.
are yer throu?= pretty self explanitory, but it's "are you finished?"
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Jeldenil's avatar
Hahahahaha! Iscored a few of those iv-candy-blood bags when I was in the States on a holiday, used them for my vampire lrp event. They are gross, but funny! I wish we had them here...