Ass-Creed: Proposal

Sat on the floor, back against the couch, embraced by his lover, Shaun was only half-interested in the film that was playing before them.

He was leaning back, having sunk low on Desmond's body, arms wrapped around his shoulders, resting lightly on his chest. Desmond had missed a lot of good cinema while locked away with his parents, and Shaun would be damned if he'd sit watching some of these on his own. Again.

Shaun's hands were resting limply from Desmond's knees, his wrists balanced on the points that rose either side of his own body. He yawned, the top of his head bumping against Desmond's chin. A whispered apology was all he needed to smile.

Shaun studied the pile of DVDs they had worked through already, and smirked. He somehow doubted Desmond would be sleeping comfortably for the next month or so.

"Shaun?"

"Mm?"

Desmond's hands were cupped in front of him. Blinking owlishly in the half-light that surrounded them, Shaun reached out, prying the fingers open.

A small, black box sat in Desmond's hands. Shaun took it into his own hands, and opened the small box.

He stared wordlessly at the simple, silver band. Desmond pressed a kiss to his cheek, and Shaun twisted to look at him.

"Marry me."

Shaun smiled, and threw his arms around Desmond, nodding and choking a quiet 'yes' out. Desmond grinned, and held him tightly, his own eyes bleeding tears.

"How are we going to do this?" Shaun sighed, grinning as Desmond slid the band onto Shaun's ring finger. "And...why silver?"

"I dunno. And gold looks tacky. And I won't let my husband look tacky. There's something so...pure about silver."

"That and the fact that you know it will kill vampires and werewolves has nothing to do with it." Shaun smirked. The horror movie marathon had been a success after all, though Desmond's newfound paranoia was annoying, if not cute.

"Yeah, well it does shit all against zombies." Desmond hugged him, chin resting on Shaun's shoulder. "Maybe we should invest in some baseball bats. Scatter them lovingly around the hideout."

Shaun snorted. "Paranoid about zombies, Desmond?"

"Mmm...Zombies and Abstergo lackeys. Dual purpose and all that."

Shaun raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head back. "I knew I shouldn't have let you watch 28 Days Later. The mere thought of a pandemic that turns an entire city into zombies...you're such a hypochondriac."

"English please?"

"That was English, but okay...you worry over nothing. If someone plants the idea in your head, you think it's true." Shaun scooted a little further down to look up at Desmond, and grinned. "And besides, we're safe if a zombie attack starts in America."

"Why's that?"

Shaun smirked. "New York is always first to go."

Desmond laughed. "How'd you get that conclusion?"

"Watch a few more disaster movies. New York always gets destroyed, levelled, stomped on by a giant monster first." Shaun informed him. "Like if something gets fucked up in England, Big Ben will go first."

"Who?"

Shaun rolled his eyes, and pushed away from Desmond, kneeling up.

"The big clock tower you always see? By a river? In the Nickleback video for Rockstar?"

Desmond shook his head blankly. "No clue."

Shaun laughed. "Jeez Desmond. I guess the next movie is V for Vendetta." He leaned forwards, bracing himself up on the couch. Desmond leaned up, capturing his mouth in a long kiss, hands bracing on Shaun's waist.

Shaun ground down against Desmond, his eyes closing in pleasure. Desmond licked his lips, a sudden gasp escaping his mouth as Shaun ground down a second time.

"I have such a beautiful boyfriend." Desmond whispered softly, his eyes unable to tear away from the sight above him. Shaun paused, and lowered his mouth to Desmond's ear.

"Well, you can tell that boyfriend to take a hike. Your fiancé is the one you're with tonight."

Desmond's heart swelled. He smiled helplessly as Shaun kissed his cheek, the tip of his nose, and then his lips, his tongue sliding gently past Desmond's lips.

"Hey guys, I- Oh man, sorry!" Becca turned around, looking up at the ceiling. With an apologetic grin, Shaun slid to sit next to Desmond, licking his lips.

"It's safe. You can turn around." Desmond chuckled. Becca pivoted, and gave them a shy grin.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, I just wondered if you guys wanted something from the shop, I'm nipping out." She asked, scrubbing the back of her head. "Course, if you don't, say the word and I'm outta your hair."

"Actually...we need alcohol. And lots of it." Shaun dug into his pocket for his wallet, and fished out a few notes. "Get lots of alcohol. Something for you two as well." Shaun instructed.

As Becca reached out to take the notes, her eyes went wide, and she looked up at Shaun, who smirked.

"You guys are-"

"Yep." Shaun nodded firmly.

"Really?"

"Yep."

With a loud squeal, Becca raced out of the room. Shaun laughed aloud, and stared up at the TV, pressing his lips together.

"Well. Cat's out of the bag now."

"We're not going to do any work tomorrow, Mister 'We're on a tight schedule here'." Desmond laughed. Shaun nodded, and suddenly turned to Desmond, his expression serious.

"Are we going to be Hastings-Miles, or Miles-Hastings?" He asked. Desmond chuckled, and threw an arm around Shaun.

"I won't care. I'll have you." He grinned, and pressed a kiss to Shaun's neck.