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The outdoors, so sunny and warm, the loving scents of flowers and freshly mowed grass and sweat.

It was the kind of day where people were forced outside to do things that they didn't want to do during gym, also one of those days where there was a certain hooded person who was trying not to die from the heat to keep his damn hood over his head. Gym class, oh-so loving gym.

Why they were outside is simple, both teachers decided to pit their own class against the other's in a game of football.

That's right. Football. With those brawny, tall players on one side of the classes and they seemed a little too excited while the other classmates showed fear and somewhat cowered since, they knew, if they got plowed down those jocks would break something of theirs. Altair, on the other hand, was listening to how it was supposed to be played, crossing his arms and letting out a sigh.

Glancing over his shoulder, the Arabian noticed how Desmond seemed to be more reluctant than ever to do anything in this class and he knew why. The boy's crush was in this class.

"I can't believe that they're making us do this." Ugo nudged Ezio, looking annoyed.

He hadn't quite been able to get over the confession he'd received from the other, but Ugo made no mention of it, so Ezio pretended like it never happened. "It's not so bad."

Ugo scoffed. "Because your lover's in here." His voice was low, but it was still enough to cause a small tinge of pink to dash Ezio's over all white cheeks.

"Shuddap."

"You two. Would you mind shuttin' up? Everyone's supposed to be listening to the teacher." It was the other teacher that said this, but that didn't make Ezio's scowl any less prominent.

"Sir...." Ugo and Ezio simultaneously looked away from each other and rolled their eyes.

"We need another kid on our team to make the teams even." The teacher just finished explaining the rules and looked around. "How about you Ezio? Since you were busy talking through it all."

Ezio shrugged. "Sure."

Altair looked forth at the mention of the Italian being put on his team, feeling his stomach drop at the thought since he had no idea about the whole concept of what they were doing besides 'tackle the person who has the ball.' Other than that he was clueless and the whole point just flew over his head. It wasn't that he didn't listen, he had but it was just confusing.

That and pitting those who had no idea about the game against those who did was like sending novice soldiers to their deaths, that's exactly how he saw this.

He felt a hand be placed on his shoulder and turned his head to look over at the young Miles. "We just gotta last for an hour of this..." the teen laughed lightly though Altair noted how those light brown spheres glanced over to a certain person on the other team in a hesitant manner before returning his attention back to the hooded male. "So let's just try and live through this."

"You don't seem so sure..." he pointed out, shoving his hands into his gym short's pockets. The black basketball styled clothing article shifting when the tanned outcast shifted his weight onto his other foot. "Just do me a favor and don't try to catch the ball, I don't feel like beating someone up today."

A nervous laugh came from the boy's lips, brows slanting while closing his eyes and nodding. "Can't promise but I'll try." Hopefully the jocks would leave the poor band member alone.

"Make that 'try' an 'I will' and I'll be satisfied." was all he said before letting out an exhausted sigh. This was not going to be fun, not one bit. He could already tell.

"Alright, since we don't have many of the jerseys, I'll need half of you to take your shirts off for skins."

Ezio groaned, he hated when they did this to him. He took off his shirt and threw it in the corner, immediately, most the girls that had decided to sit the game out (because only they had the option to) squealed at the rock hard abs Ezio had incorporated over the years. He just ignored them. It was fine to do that when it was about to start.

He could see Ugo staring at him, licking his lips without remorse.

Damn...I hope he doesn't do anything.

Hearing about that one side needed to remove their shirts, Altair blinked and stared down at himself. Did he honestly have to? What kind of idiot wouldn't be able to tell a person with a hood is on their team? Slowly he glanced over his shoulder at the people in his class. Looks like he had no choice. With a reluctant look on his face he reached up to pull his hood down and tugged down the zipper, shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and removed his dark grey shirt. Gaining the same attention from the girls like Ezio had though scowled deeply and tossed his things aside while seeing Desmond fidget.

"Just do as the teacher says so we can leave sooner..." the, now, hoodieless teen frowned. Blinking, the nervous teen removed his own shirt before folding it and setting it aside.

"Hey, y'know, I've been meaning to ask you this," Desmond stood and faced the other male. "are you and E-"

"All right! Get in line! Get. In. Line!"

Both students turned to stand sideways, heads turned toward the teachers to see that one of them was tossing the ball up onto the air and how most of the football players were doing a little dance to seeing their talent be put to work. "First off, let's all remember this is just a game and not a competition..."

Liiiiiiiiiies... went through all the student's minds.

Ezio moved to the front, being the only real football player on the team.

"Call it." The ref flipped the ring.

"Heads." Ugo look like he was planning something, as he continued to stare right at Ezio's face.

The brunet watched the coin flip about in the air until it fell down to the ground. "Tails."

Ugo shrugged, smirking as he pulled away. "It's fine."

"We'll take the turn." Ezio took the football handed to him and walked back to his team, holding it up. "You... all know how to play at least a little right?"

Many of them just looked confused, so Ezio continued.

"Alright, well, basically all we're going to do is get the ball over to the other side. When you get the ball, pass it to someone who doesn't have someone on them. Then just keep trying to avoid getting tackled. There aren't many rules, really." He smiled, flipping the football in his hands. "A few of you stay in the back, I need the rest to come up where we start."

"So just take the damn ball and run like hell..." was Altair's basic version, which he now deemed 'the version for idiots or people that don't need a long explanation'. Simplified version of the title? 'TVFIPTDNLE'. "We get it, weaklings stay in the back...those who can run like their ass is on fire in front."

With that the Arabian motioned for his friend to come on up in front.

"...we'll get creamed..." a person peeped.

Which then got Altair's burning golden spheres to land on them with a dark, sinister, look on his face due to the sun. "We have one of the jocks here, genius, listen to him and you'll be fine." Leaning back, he crossed his arms over his chest while Desmond just stared at Altair as if he'd grown two heads.

"Since when do you trust jocks?"

"...none of your business." Turning, he motioned for Ezio to get on with it. "Can you just get the game going? I'm sick of being stared at."

Ezio blushed slightly because he had been also looking over his boyfriend's body, but more discreetly than the girls pointing at two "hotties" on the team. "Sure, get into position." He turned around with a soft grin decorating his lips as he walked to the front. "Ready?"

"Yeah, just get it going, will ya? It's boring waiting for you to coach a team of misfits." One of the football players shouted to Ezio as they took their places. "You can't win with just one good player. You need a team."

"And you need to shut up..." the outcast grumbled while shifting slightly and feeling his muscles tense slightly. This was going to end badly.

The brunet shrugged, looking unbothered by the words and bending down, waiting for the ball to be thrown. Ezio simply flashed a cocky grin at Ugo as the whistle sounded and he shoved Ugo to the ground to get the ball. Immediately, he threw the ball to Altair, whom was on the other side of him.

Golden spheres widened when the ball was tossed to him and caught it without a problem though what the issue was was that he had not been expecting it to be tossed to him. That and he now had a few football players coming at him. ...shit. Readjusting it in his hold, he made a bolt for it with Desmond trying to keep at least one of the said players off his friend.

Of course, after this was over, the Arabian planned on collapsing onto the bench in the locker room and never getting up again - if he got plowed into that is.

"Weave in!" Ezio called, running with him and blocking a few attempts to knock Altair to the ground. "Just don't let the ball touch the ground."

With hearing the command to 'weave in' or whatever Altair veered over at him with narrowed eyes. "What the hell does that mean?" Though looked forward in time and pushed off his foot to leap a bit to the side before being tackled and continued to bolt towards the opponent's side of the field toward the 'goal'.

"I think he means 'dance around them'!" an oh-so helpful classmate called.

"I meant that." Ezio shook his head with a small smirk before piling through a few people.

"Shut up!" the short male shouted over his shoulder.

Altair wasn't too far from the touchdown. Another few people to pass through and he'd have a few points tallied to the team.

Just a little farther...little more...

Little did Altair expect the limber Ugo to pop up from the side and hit him hard on the side. Indeed, he hadn't expected it one bit. The brunet's abnormal shaded hues widened at the impact, glancing over to the side to see who had taken him down so easily and who it was he hadn't noticed.

Ugo's smile was unmistakable, but he forced Altair to the ground in a simple tackle.

Altair blinked while staring at the other male, soon his eyes widened once the other leaned in and felt air brush over his ear.

"Don't touch him."

What? Turning his head to the side, scowl still in place, the brunet glared up at the jock and moved his arm to be out from between them to indicate he hadn't dropped the ball to the Italian.

"It's a game, touching happens." he snarled, pushing the taller male off him then pushing to stand and threw the ball over to Ezio as he moved back to his side. "Your friend has issues."

The slenderer of them pushed to stand and brushed his shoulders.

Ezio walked forward, putting his hand on Ugo's shoulder and muttered: "Back off him, Ugo."

Ugo said nothing in return just chuckled and walked off.

"Come on! Let's start from the line."

Everyone moved to the new starting line, the weaker runners staying in the back like before.

"Des, I'm going to pass the ball to you, okay? Run like hell." He didn't want to be caught talking to Altair's friend too long because their plan might be ruined. "They'll expect me to throw it to Altair."

"Uh...okay. Gotcha." Nodding quickly, Desmond swallowed and mentally prepared himself, eyes darting over the field to try and figure out which ones were the fastest or slowest on the opposing team. Most of them looked fast, and by the way Altair had ran the young Miles concluded that at this he'd need to do exactly as he was told 'run like hell.'

Altair, on the other hand, was brushing some grass off his elbow and hissed at the slight sting. Simple tackle or no that was just out of line. Pushing the thought aside, he got into position and narrowed his eyes at one person in particular.

Once said person had the ball, they were so going to get it.

The whistle started and Ezio did exactly as he planned. He tossed the ball to Desmond and then blocked the onslaught coming after him.

Catching the object, Desmond quickly made sure he had a good hold on it before darting off, biting his lower lip in the process while the little chant of 'oh shit oh shit oh shit' went on and on in his mind.

He figured that if Desmond was about the same size and stature as Altair...and Altair could run that fast, Desmond would be able to get the ball to the field goal and get them a touchdown. They were already doing well so far. Not much too be worried about, just Ugo.

"Protect Desmond." Ezio whispered in Altair's direction hoping he'd get the picture.

Hearing this had the shorter male veer over to Ezio with a raised brow before moving to go do so, weaving his way to get to his friend with narrowed eyes. "...that was actually a good idea." he mumbled before taking down a person who was just about to tackle Desmond when the other was trying to escape the hold of someone else.

Keep going. Keep going...

The boy was not going to admit it but football made his limbs ache, even if that was the whole point of the game. Energize someone, make them focus and everything seeming to slow down but this was just insanity. It felt like he'd just been tossed into the lions' den with nothing but a puny stick to protect himself with.

"Almost there, almost there..." he kept saying, picking up the pace just a bit more.

Ezio rushed toward them as well, but was held back by another wave of football players. He had to protect the rest of the team and put his trust in his beloved.

Ugo was up to his tricks again though, rushing forward toward Desmond and then ducking down and just popping the football out of the boy's grip. "Thanks! See ya." He stuck out his tongue as he rushed passed Desmond and took an alternate route to avoid Altair.

"Wha-?!" Desmond's eyes widened, face dyed crimson, as he turned and watched at the other bolted off with the ball. With. The. Ball. "Dammit!"

Gritting his teeth, Altair skid to a stop and turned to go chase after Ugo. The look in his eyes were simply the desire to get revenge on getting tackled as he had and for that weird, cryptic, crap that had been said in an uncomfortable manner.

Ezio sighed. "Damn, glad I stayed back here."

Picking up his pace, Altair shoved one of the football players aside who tried to stop him from getting to his target. Perhaps a little too harsh in doing so because it caused said player to fall against the one behind him and both fell to the ground. Narrowing his eyes, the Arabian moved in for the kill and pushed off the ground to pounce.

It was just a little too late, because Ugo made a beeline straight for a now confused Ezio whom had just managed to escape the blockcade of his buddies.

BAM.

Ugo crashed into him. Chest against chest. Shoulder against shoulder. Lips against lips.

Ezio's eyes widened as he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

His teammate said nothing before standing up quickly and running toward the opposite goal.

All he could do was sit there with a dumb-founded expression on his very gorgeous face. In fact, a few girls seemed to be just as surprised as he was. Or he was just in shock and cut out all the noise.

It was then that Altair was standing there panting, looking absolutely furious that he hadn't gotten to take that snarky jock down and get him back for before. Not only that but there was something off with how Ezio looked quite...off. More awkward than before. Scowling, all the outcast could do was turn to the teacher and jab his index in Ugo's direction.

"I'm calling B.S. on that! They don't deserve the point! You saw what happened!" he snarled, turning back around to grab onto his boyfriend's bicep to pull him to his feet. "And you..." Narrowing his eyes, Altair tugged him close and whispered the rest so no one would hear, "what the hell happened? You look shaken up."

"Huh?" He was shaken up. There was no way in Hell that he'd have predicted that was going to happen. Ugo had taken this 'crush' thing a little too far and now Ezio felt like a cheater. "I'm alright."

"Altair...you're gonna get in trouble..."

Veering over his shoulder, the Arabian released his tight hold on Ezio's arm to move and fan Desmond nonchalantly with his hand as if nothing had happened. "And you're about to fall over. I keep telling you to pace yourself."

The scary look had vanished and to those who looked close enough they would notice that the one being fanned was the most relieved of all.

"C'mon, I won't get anywhere if I don't push myself," Grinning in a carefree way, Desmond then dropped it and looked over at Ezio. "You okay man? You look a little pale..."

"I didn't see it, what happened?"

"I don't know what they're talkin' 'bout coach." Ugo shrugged, walking passed Altair with that knowing smirk, licking his lips once again. "I weaved passed him and he fell down. Right, Ezio?"

Ezio didn't saying anything, still trying to form his brain back together.

Altair and Desmond stared after Ugo before the next thing the half-dressed brunet knew was that Altair was gone from his side and the next a loud crack rang from wherever he'd gone. Turning his head in the direction it had come from, honey-brown spheres widened at what he saw.

The outcast had just punched the jock.

Literally punched. As hard as he could.

"Altair!"

Turning toward the teacher that called his name, the outcast tisked and went to go get his things, picking them up and walking away from the field. Only to have Desmond chase after him. "Hey! You can't just -"

"Screw this game!" was all the meek boy got in response with that furious look back on Altair's face. "Those damn idiots are blind and that cheating bastard got a point he didn't deserve!" Gesturing to the teachers and Ugo, he then made an 'I give up' motion with his hands and walked back towards the school with a dumbfounded, hurt, Desmond watching him go.

The brunet left behind bit his lip before turning his attention onto Ugo, whom was standing beside him, clutching his cheek. "You went too far."

Ugo looked angry, but shrugged his shoulders. "Seems like it. I broke your boyfriend." With that, he walked away, walking toward the nurses office because his nose started to bleed.

It wasn't going to be one of those wonderful get off-scott free times. Altair was going to get something from the football team, and no matter what Ezio tried to say in his lover's defence, he'd get punched at minimum.

The coach ended class early with the punch being the end of the game.

Ezio ran off to see how Altair was doing, but he felt Desmond's hand grip his arm.

Slowly the brunet glanced up and released the other's arm. "...I may as well ask you this..." he started then rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you and Altair...y'know...together?"

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The outdoors, so sunny and warm, the loving scents of flowers and freshly mowed grass and sweat.

It was the kind of day where people were forced outside to do things that they didn't want to do during gym, also one of those days where there was a certain hooded person who was trying not to die from the heat to keep his damn hood over his head. Gym class, oh-so loving gym.

Why they were outside is simple, both teachers decided to pit their own class against the other's in a game of football.

That's right. Football. With those brawny, tall players on one side of the classes and they seemed a little too excited while the other classmates showed fear and somewhat cowered since, they knew, if they got plowed down those jocks would break something of theirs. Altair, on the other hand, was listening to how it was supposed to be played, crossing his arms and letting out a sigh.

Glancing over his shoulder, the Arabian noticed how Desmond seemed to be more reluctant than ever to do anything in this class and he knew why. The boy's crush was in this class.

"I can't believe that they're making us do this." Ugo nudged Ezio, looking annoyed.

He hadn't quite been able to get over the confession he'd received from the other, but Ugo made no mention of it, so Ezio pretended like it never happened. "It's not so bad."

Ugo scoffed. "Because your lover's in here." His voice was low, but it was still enough to cause a small tinge of pink to dash Ezio's over all white cheeks.

"Shuddap."

"You two. Would you mind shuttin' up? Everyone's supposed to be listening to the teacher." It was the other teacher that said this, but that didn't make Ezio's scowl any less prominent.

"Sir...." Ugo and Ezio simultaneously looked away from each other and rolled their eyes.

"We need another kid on our team to make the teams even." The teacher just finished explaining the rules and looked around. "How about you Ezio? Since you were busy talking through it all."

Ezio shrugged. "Sure."

Altair looked forth at the mention of the Italian being put on his team, feeling his stomach drop at the thought since he had no idea about the whole concept of what they were doing besides 'tackle the person who has the ball.' Other than that he was clueless and the whole point just flew over his head. It wasn't that he didn't listen, he had but it was just confusing.

That and pitting those who had no idea about the game against those who did was like sending novice soldiers to their deaths, that's exactly how he saw this.

He felt a hand be placed on his shoulder and turned his head to look over at the young Miles. "We just gotta last for an hour of this..." the teen laughed lightly though Altair noted how those light brown spheres glanced over to a certain person on the other team in a hesitant manner before returning his attention back to the hooded male. "So let's just try and live through this."

"You don't seem so sure..." he pointed out, shoving his hands into his gym short's pockets. The black basketball styled clothing article shifting when the tanned outcast shifted his weight onto his other foot. "Just do me a favor and don't try to catch the ball, I don't feel like beating someone up today."

A nervous laugh came from the boy's lips, brows slanting while closing his eyes and nodding. "Can't promise but I'll try." Hopefully the jocks would leave the poor band member alone.

"Make that 'try' an 'I will' and I'll be satisfied." was all he said before letting out an exhausted sigh. This was not going to be fun, not one bit. He could already tell.

"Alright, since we don't have many of the jerseys, I'll need half of you to take your shirts off for skins."

Ezio groaned, he hated when they did this to him. He took off his shirt and threw it in the corner, immediately, most the girls that had decided to sit the game out (because only they had the option to) squealed at the rock hard abs Ezio had incorporated over the years. He just ignored them. It was fine to do that when it was about to start.

He could see Ugo staring at him, licking his lips without remorse.

Damn...I hope he doesn't do anything.

Hearing about that one side needed to remove their shirts, Altair blinked and stared down at himself. Did he honestly have to? What kind of idiot wouldn't be able to tell a person with a hood is on their team? Slowly he glanced over his shoulder at the people in his class. Looks like he had no choice. With a reluctant look on his face he reached up to pull his hood down and tugged down the zipper, shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and removed his dark grey shirt. Gaining the same attention from the girls like Ezio had though scowled deeply and tossed his things aside while seeing Desmond fidget.

"Just do as the teacher says so we can leave sooner..." the, now, hoodieless teen frowned. Blinking, the nervous teen removed his own shirt before folding it and setting it aside.

"Hey, y'know, I've been meaning to ask you this," Desmond stood and faced the other male. "are you and E-"

"All right! Get in line! Get. In. Line!"

Both students turned to stand sideways, heads turned toward the teachers to see that one of them was tossing the ball up onto the air and how most of the football players were doing a little dance to seeing their talent be put to work. "First off, let's all remember this is just a game and not a competition..."

Liiiiiiiiiies... went through all the student's minds.

Ezio moved to the front, being the only real football player on the team.

"Call it." The ref flipped the ring.

"Heads." Ugo look like he was planning something, as he continued to stare right at Ezio's face.

The brunet watched the coin flip about in the air until it fell down to the ground. "Tails."

Ugo shrugged, smirking as he pulled away. "It's fine."

"We'll take the turn." Ezio took the football handed to him and walked back to his team, holding it up. "You... all know how to play at least a little right?"

Many of them just looked confused, so Ezio continued.

"Alright, well, basically all we're going to do is get the ball over to the other side. When you get the ball, pass it to someone who doesn't have someone on them. Then just keep trying to avoid getting tackled. There aren't many rules, really." He smiled, flipping the football in his hands. "A few of you stay in the back, I need the rest to come up where we start."

"So just take the damn ball and run like hell..." was Altair's basic version, which he now deemed 'the version for idiots or people that don't need a long explanation'. Simplified version of the title? 'TVFIPTDNLE'. "We get it, weaklings stay in the back...those who can run like their ass is on fire in front."

With that the Arabian motioned for his friend to come on up in front.

"...we'll get creamed..." a person peeped.

Which then got Altair's burning golden spheres to land on them with a dark, sinister, look on his face due to the sun. "We have one of the jocks here, genius, listen to him and you'll be fine." Leaning back, he crossed his arms over his chest while Desmond just stared at Altair as if he'd grown two heads.

"Since when do you trust jocks?"

"...none of your business." Turning, he motioned for Ezio to get on with it. "Can you just get the game going? I'm sick of being stared at."

Ezio blushed slightly because he had been also looking over his boyfriend's body, but more discreetly than the girls pointing at two "hotties" on the team. "Sure, get into position." He turned around with a soft grin decorating his lips as he walked to the front. "Ready?"

"Yeah, just get it going, will ya? It's boring waiting for you to coach a team of misfits." One of the football players shouted to Ezio as they took their places. "You can't win with just one good player. You need a team."

"And you need to shut up..." the outcast grumbled while shifting slightly and feeling his muscles tense slightly. This was going to end badly.

The brunet shrugged, looking unbothered by the words and bending down, waiting for the ball to be thrown. Ezio simply flashed a cocky grin at Ugo as the whistle sounded and he shoved Ugo to the ground to get the ball. Immediately, he threw the ball to Altair, whom was on the other side of him.

Golden spheres widened when the ball was tossed to him and caught it without a problem though what the issue was was that he had not been expecting it to be tossed to him. That and he now had a few football players coming at him. ...shit. Readjusting it in his hold, he made a bolt for it with Desmond trying to keep at least one of the said players off his friend.

Of course, after this was over, the Arabian planned on collapsing onto the bench in the locker room and never getting up again - if he got plowed into that is.

"Weave in!" Ezio called, running with him and blocking a few attempts to knock Altair to the ground. "Just don't let the ball touch the ground."

With hearing the command to 'weave in' or whatever Altair veered over at him with narrowed eyes. "What the hell does that mean?" Though looked forward in time and pushed off his foot to leap a bit to the side before being tackled and continued to bolt towards the opponent's side of the field toward the 'goal'.

"I think he means 'dance around them'!" an oh-so helpful classmate called.

"I meant that." Ezio shook his head with a small smirk before piling through a few people.

"Shut up!" the short male shouted over his shoulder.

Altair wasn't too far from the touchdown. Another few people to pass through and he'd have a few points tallied to the team.

Just a little farther...little more...

Little did Altair expect the limber Ugo to pop up from the side and hit him hard on the side. Indeed, he hadn't expected it one bit. The brunet's abnormal shaded hues widened at the impact, glancing over to the side to see who had taken him down so easily and who it was he hadn't noticed.

Ugo's smile was unmistakable, but he forced Altair to the ground in a simple tackle.

Altair blinked while staring at the other male, soon his eyes widened once the other leaned in and felt air brush over his ear.

"Don't touch him."

What? Turning his head to the side, scowl still in place, the brunet glared up at the jock and moved his arm to be out from between them to indicate he hadn't dropped the ball to the Italian.

"It's a game, touching happens." he snarled, pushing the taller male off him then pushing to stand and threw the ball over to Ezio as he moved back to his side. "Your friend has issues."

The slenderer of them pushed to stand and brushed his shoulders.

Ezio walked forward, putting his hand on Ugo's shoulder and muttered: "Back off him, Ugo."

Ugo said nothing in return just chuckled and walked off.

"Come on! Let's start from the line."

Everyone moved to the new starting line, the weaker runners staying in the back like before.

"Des, I'm going to pass the ball to you, okay? Run like hell." He didn't want to be caught talking to Altair's friend too long because their plan might be ruined. "They'll expect me to throw it to Altair."

"Uh...okay. Gotcha." Nodding quickly, Desmond swallowed and mentally prepared himself, eyes darting over the field to try and figure out which ones were the fastest or slowest on the opposing team. Most of them looked fast, and by the way Altair had ran the young Miles concluded that at this he'd need to do exactly as he was told 'run like hell.'

Altair, on the other hand, was brushing some grass off his elbow and hissed at the slight sting. Simple tackle or no that was just out of line. Pushing the thought aside, he got into position and narrowed his eyes at one person in particular.

Once said person had the ball, they were so going to get it.

The whistle started and Ezio did exactly as he planned. He tossed the ball to Desmond and then blocked the onslaught coming after him.

Catching the object, Desmond quickly made sure he had a good hold on it before darting off, biting his lower lip in the process while the little chant of 'oh shit oh shit oh shit' went on and on in his mind.

He figured that if Desmond was about the same size and stature as Altair...and Altair could run that fast, Desmond would be able to get the ball to the field goal and get them a touchdown. They were already doing well so far. Not much too be worried about, just Ugo.

"Protect Desmond." Ezio whispered in Altair's direction hoping he'd get the picture.

Hearing this had the shorter male veer over to Ezio with a raised brow before moving to go do so, weaving his way to get to his friend with narrowed eyes. "...that was actually a good idea." he mumbled before taking down a person who was just about to tackle Desmond when the other was trying to escape the hold of someone else.

Keep going. Keep going...

The boy was not going to admit it but football made his limbs ache, even if that was the whole point of the game. Energize someone, make them focus and everything seeming to slow down but this was just insanity. It felt like he'd just been tossed into the lions' den with nothing but a puny stick to protect himself with.

"Almost there, almost there..." he kept saying, picking up the pace just a bit more.

Ezio rushed toward them as well, but was held back by another wave of football players. He had to protect the rest of the team and put his trust in his beloved.

Ugo was up to his tricks again though, rushing forward toward Desmond and then ducking down and just popping the football out of the boy's grip. "Thanks! See ya." He stuck out his tongue as he rushed passed Desmond and took an alternate route to avoid Altair.

"Wha-?!" Desmond's eyes widened, face dyed crimson, as he turned and watched at the other bolted off with the ball. With. The. Ball. "Dammit!"

Gritting his teeth, Altair skid to a stop and turned to go chase after Ugo. The look in his eyes were simply the desire to get revenge on getting tackled as he had and for that weird, cryptic, crap that had been said in an uncomfortable manner.

Ezio sighed. "Damn, glad I stayed back here."

Picking up his pace, Altair shoved one of the football players aside who tried to stop him from getting to his target. Perhaps a little too harsh in doing so because it caused said player to fall against the one behind him and both fell to the ground. Narrowing his eyes, the Arabian moved in for the kill and pushed off the ground to pounce.

It was just a little too late, because Ugo made a beeline straight for a now confused Ezio whom had just managed to escape the blockcade of his buddies.

BAM.

Ugo crashed into him. Chest against chest. Shoulder against shoulder. Lips against lips.

Ezio's eyes widened as he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

His teammate said nothing before standing up quickly and running toward the opposite goal.

All he could do was sit there with a dumb-founded expression on his very gorgeous face. In fact, a few girls seemed to be just as surprised as he was. Or he was just in shock and cut out all the noise.

It was then that Altair was standing there panting, looking absolutely furious that he hadn't gotten to take that snarky jock down and get him back for before. Not only that but there was something off with how Ezio looked quite...off. More awkward than before. Scowling, all the outcast could do was turn to the teacher and jab his index in Ugo's direction.

"I'm calling B.S. on that! They don't deserve the point! You saw what happened!" he snarled, turning back around to grab onto his boyfriend's bicep to pull him to his feet. "And you..." Narrowing his eyes, Altair tugged him close and whispered the rest so no one would hear, "what the hell happened? You look shaken up."

"Huh?" He was shaken up. There was no way in Hell that he'd have predicted that was going to happen. Ugo had taken this 'crush' thing a little too far and now Ezio felt like a cheater. "I'm alright."

"Altair...you're gonna get in trouble..."

Veering over his shoulder, the Arabian released his tight hold on Ezio's arm to move and fan Desmond nonchalantly with his hand as if nothing had happened. "And you're about to fall over. I keep telling you to pace yourself."

The scary look had vanished and to those who looked close enough they would notice that the one being fanned was the most relieved of all.

"C'mon, I won't get anywhere if I don't push myself," Grinning in a carefree way, Desmond then dropped it and looked over at Ezio. "You okay man? You look a little pale..."

"I didn't see it, what happened?"

"I don't know what they're talkin' 'bout coach." Ugo shrugged, walking passed Altair with that knowing smirk, licking his lips once again. "I weaved passed him and he fell down. Right, Ezio?"

Ezio didn't saying anything, still trying to form his brain back together.

Altair and Desmond stared after Ugo before the next thing the half-dressed brunet knew was that Altair was gone from his side and the next a loud crack rang from wherever he'd gone. Turning his head in the direction it had come from, honey-brown spheres widened at what he saw.

The outcast had just punched the jock.

Literally punched. As hard as he could.

"Altair!"

Turning toward the teacher that called his name, the outcast tisked and went to go get his things, picking them up and walking away from the field. Only to have Desmond chase after him. "Hey! You can't just -"

"Screw this game!" was all the meek boy got in response with that furious look back on Altair's face. "Those damn idiots are blind and that cheating bastard got a point he didn't deserve!" Gesturing to the teachers and Ugo, he then made an 'I give up' motion with his hands and walked back towards the school with a dumbfounded, hurt, Desmond watching him go.

The brunet left behind bit his lip before turning his attention onto Ugo, whom was standing beside him, clutching his cheek. "You went too far."

Ugo looked angry, but shrugged his shoulders. "Seems like it. I broke your boyfriend." With that, he walked away, walking toward the nurses office because his nose started to bleed.

It wasn't going to be one of those wonderful get off-scott free times. Altair was going to get something from the football team, and no matter what Ezio tried to say in his lover's defence, he'd get punched at minimum.

The coach ended class early with the punch being the end of the game.

Ezio ran off to see how Altair was doing, but he felt Desmond's hand grip his arm.

Slowly the brunet glanced up and released the other's arm. "...I may as well ask you this..." he started then rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you and Altair...y'know...together?"