Original prompt found here: Voyeur!Claudia prompt (http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=2533368#t2533368)
AKA: "Claudia spies on her brother making love to his lover, preferably Leonardo. It could be on purpose, or accidental."
Onward to the story.
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Cannot Unsee
“Per favore, signorina!” a novice in grey Assassin robes cried out. The maestro is in a meeting. Please do not disturb him.”
Claudia raised a brow, and brushed indifferently past the young man. As she passed, she threw him a dark look. “Surely the great maestro can be bothered to make some time for his sister.”
It had taken her a half day’s journey to arrive at the Tiber Island hideout, and she had not returned early from the Rosa in Fiore to be told that her brother was ‘not to be disturbed’. Their relationship, strained as it was, had begun to improve slightly since he had noticed her prowess with a knife, and one thing had led to another, resulting in her induction to the Order. As an Assassin, she had new intelligence regarding the straggling remnants of Cesare’s followers. As a sister—well, there were no laws declaring that she could not visit her brother.
Claudia would be damned if her journey had been for nothing.
“I warned you,” the novice called after her.
She snorted softly and continued down the hall. As she neared her brother’s room, Claudia heard faint whispers from the stairs.
“Ezio, we must not. There are other people here. We do not know whose eyes and ears may be about.”
That was the voice of Leonardo, her brother’s closest friend and confidante. Other than herself, of course.
A low, pleasing baritone laugh in response. “You worry too much, Leonardo. We are in an Assassin stronghold, what could happen here?”
Stifling a giggle, Claudia recalled that the last time they had been in an Assassin stronghold, they had been the victim of a siege, and Ezio had been caught with his pants down. Literally.
“…I suppose there is sense in that. But still…” The artist was silenced by something that sounded mysteriously like a kiss, and Claudia ascended a few more steps, struggling to get a better look. What she saw made her clap a hand to her mouth in surprise.
For all the things Ezio had confided to her, he had never mentioned this.
Ezio’s fingers were wound tightly in Leonardo’s hair, as he slid the artist’s cape off with his other hand. “Mmnh, Leo—”
Leonardo had covered Ezio’s lips with his fingers. “Yes, Ezio, like that. Call me that when we are alone like this.”
“As you wish, Leonardo.”
The older man’s fingers fell from his lips, and he frowned, visibly disappointed. Claudia grimaced. Her brother could be remarkably pig-headed at times.
“Mi dispiace, I will keep that in mind,” Ezio murmured, trailing his hand towards Leonardo’s shirt. “…Leo.” The word seemed like an awkward afterthought.
Pig-headed, but willing to learn, decided Claudia. She sighed inwardly, thinking it a wonder that they had gotten together at all.
Leonardo’s response was curt. “Ezio, we do not have much time, your novices wanted you—”
Ezio waved his hand dismissively. “I know what they want from me. But they cannot want me like you do, caro mio,” he purred, pressing an insistent kiss to Leonardo’s neck.
Shaking his head, Leonardo was a loss for words for a moment. “…That much is true,” he conceded with a chuckle, as Ezio slipped a hand into his shirt. “But Ezio, please, hurry—”
“These things cannot be hurried,” Ezio replied. He pulled back from his soft kisses along Leonardo’s jaw. “If you like, I can meet with my novices now, and we can continue this after. I believe they can wait…but can you?”
Leonardo responded only by dragging Ezio down toward him for a rough, messy kiss, and shrugging out of his doublet. Drawing back briefly, Ezio pulled off his robes, discarding the knife belt to the side. He followed this by undoing the clasps on the bracers and letting them fall to the floor.
“I wish you would take better care of my creations,” Leonardo said, a hint of regret coloring his voice.
Cannot Unsee. [1/2]
AKA: "Claudia spies on her brother making love to his lover, preferably Leonardo. It could be on purpose, or accidental."
Onward to the story.
---
Cannot Unsee
“Per favore, signorina!” a novice in grey Assassin robes cried out. The maestro is in a meeting. Please do not disturb him.”
Claudia raised a brow, and brushed indifferently past the young man. As she passed, she threw him a dark look. “Surely the great maestro can be bothered to make some time for his sister.”
It had taken her a half day’s journey to arrive at the Tiber Island hideout, and she had not returned early from the Rosa in Fiore to be told that her brother was ‘not to be disturbed’. Their relationship, strained as it was, had begun to improve slightly since he had noticed her prowess with a knife, and one thing had led to another, resulting in her induction to the Order. As an Assassin, she had new intelligence regarding the straggling remnants of Cesare’s followers. As a sister—well, there were no laws declaring that she could not visit her brother.
Claudia would be damned if her journey had been for nothing.
“I warned you,” the novice called after her.
She snorted softly and continued down the hall. As she neared her brother’s room, Claudia heard faint whispers from the stairs.
“Ezio, we must not. There are other people here. We do not know whose eyes and ears may be about.”
That was the voice of Leonardo, her brother’s closest friend and confidante. Other than herself, of course.
A low, pleasing baritone laugh in response. “You worry too much, Leonardo. We are in an Assassin stronghold, what could happen here?”
Stifling a giggle, Claudia recalled that the last time they had been in an Assassin stronghold, they had been the victim of a siege, and Ezio had been caught with his pants down. Literally.
“…I suppose there is sense in that. But still…” The artist was silenced by something that sounded mysteriously like a kiss, and Claudia ascended a few more steps, struggling to get a better look. What she saw made her clap a hand to her mouth in surprise.
For all the things Ezio had confided to her, he had never mentioned this.
Ezio’s fingers were wound tightly in Leonardo’s hair, as he slid the artist’s cape off with his other hand. “Mmnh, Leo—”
Leonardo had covered Ezio’s lips with his fingers. “Yes, Ezio, like that. Call me that when we are alone like this.”
“As you wish, Leonardo.”
The older man’s fingers fell from his lips, and he frowned, visibly disappointed. Claudia grimaced. Her brother could be remarkably pig-headed at times.
“Mi dispiace, I will keep that in mind,” Ezio murmured, trailing his hand towards Leonardo’s shirt. “…Leo.” The word seemed like an awkward afterthought.
Pig-headed, but willing to learn, decided Claudia. She sighed inwardly, thinking it a wonder that they had gotten together at all.
Leonardo’s response was curt. “Ezio, we do not have much time, your novices wanted you—”
Ezio waved his hand dismissively. “I know what they want from me. But they cannot want me like you do, caro mio,” he purred, pressing an insistent kiss to Leonardo’s neck.
Shaking his head, Leonardo was a loss for words for a moment. “…That much is true,” he conceded with a chuckle, as Ezio slipped a hand into his shirt. “But Ezio, please, hurry—”
“These things cannot be hurried,” Ezio replied. He pulled back from his soft kisses along Leonardo’s jaw. “If you like, I can meet with my novices now, and we can continue this after. I believe they can wait…but can you?”
Leonardo responded only by dragging Ezio down toward him for a rough, messy kiss, and shrugging out of his doublet. Drawing back briefly, Ezio pulled off his robes, discarding the knife belt to the side. He followed this by undoing the clasps on the bracers and letting them fall to the floor.
“I wish you would take better care of my creations,” Leonardo said, a hint of regret coloring his voice.