...Welp, I think this is one of the weirdest pairs I've written... who am I kidding, most of my OTPs are crack and rare pairs. This is probs the only way I could ship Desmond/Shaun too. Someone should write this as a real fic, cause wow I would read it in a hot second!

13. Shaun/Clay

Tacks dug into Shaun's back as Desmond shoved him against his big cork board. Papers crinkled and fell, Shaun glared. Desmond just grinned at him. It was a funny grin, one Shaun recognized, but hadn't seen in a long time. "Desmond, to bloody wanker, get off me," Shaun shoved him back.

"Oh c'mon Shauny, don't be like that," and Desmond grabbed his wrists and pressed them against the board.

Shaun eyed him, but tried to pull his wrists free, "What did you just call me?" he growled.

"Shauny," Desmond smirked and wow did it look wrong on his face. Desmond was a grinner, not a smirker. "Miss me?" he asked, getting right into Shaun's face.

He pressed back against the wall, "Considering I've been watching you sleep in that damn chair for the past week, no," he growled though his brain was ticking. Desmond never called him 'Shauny', in fact only one person ever had.

"Awww, that hurts my feelings Shauny-baby," Desmond pouted. Shaun stared. No, not Desmond. It was someone else, wearing Desmond's face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, demanded.

Desmond… Clay grinned, "Well right now, I came to see you," he said sweetly.

"Where's Desmond?" he demanded.

"In here," he flicked his eyes up, indicating his brain, "He's just riding shot gun right now," Clay's grin spread.

"That's impossible."

He laughed, it was a very Clay laugh, "Sure it is," he said. "Now tell me. Did you miss me? Or did Dessy replace me?"

"Desmond's an idiot," Shaun said.

Clay looked contemplative for a moment, "He says you're an asshole, so you're even," and Shaun wasn't even going to go into how messed up this all was. "I can you one thing though Shauny, I missed you," his face softened and Shaun was kissed. He resisted cause it was still Desmond's body and Desmond didn't have a damn attractive cell in his body. But it was also Clay, because only Clay kissed him like this. He stopped struggling and kissed him back.

When they parted Shaun's glasses were a little fogged up, embarrassingly enough, and then a change rippled across Clay/Desmond's face. An instant later his wrists were released and he jumped away. "God damnit," different inflection. "I need to go brush my teeth," Desmond whined, wiping his mouth and tongue on the sleeve of his sweat shirt.

"Oh fuck off Desmond," Shaun grumbled.

"Never happening again Shaun. Oh my god I can't believe he did that!"

"What's all the yelling in here about?" William stuck his head into the room, he was still sporting that black eyes Desmond had given him soon after waking up.

"Nothing," Shaun said, because Desmond was just ignoring his father. William looked between the two but just nodded and retreated.

And that's the last one!