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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED OMG.
I love the interaction of these two.

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[(Anonymous)]

Machiavelli surveyed the list. There were his papers disappearing, Ezio’s horse turning up being stabled by the Thieves guild, the recruits having to race to get their money back and being tired and snappy, Templar clothes being left in the clothes cleaned out of their regular clothes, and one time when the wine was splashed with vinegar.
Machiavelli looked over at La Volpe.

“Ezio says this is getting out of hand. I say it was out of hand ages ago, starting with my papers taking a twice-daily disappearance.”
The thief shrugged, seemingly unaffected by getting cornered in Machiavelli’s study.

“La Volpe, this is serious! The Borgia may be gone from Roma, but the city is still under our protection! The Templars are gone for now, but we need a strong order to follow after we are gone, and that motion is being severely hampered by the antics of one man! Care to guess who?”

La Volpe raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Everyone has been so tense lately. I only thought to help them relax-“

“RELAX.” Machiavelli growled out lowly.

“I can hardly do my job, endangering the Order and my life as a writer by documents missing. Some for how much stores cost to help the Brotherhood. Ezio has to walk to your establishment, where he loses the whole day to wine or gambling and lets others do his work. That’s fine, but when Claudia can’t get ahold of him, then there’s a problem because we are panicking and your forgot to send a pigeon saying he’s safe and sleeping at the inn!”

Machiavelli made a disgusted, infuriated face towards the elder man. “And what’s more! The recruits are sweet, kind children that love their Mentor, and your thieves steal and bully them- don’t you object, I’ve actually seen these races, and if you tell me you know what really goes on there, I will set your beloved cloak on fire- into races, and the recruits come back injured, drained, victorious, yes, but snappy and exhausted, hardly fit for duty.”

"Oh! And let's not forget the Templar clothes! I never thought I'd see anyone cry over their 'lucky garments' missing, but it happened!"

Machiavelli threw his hands up. “And the vinegar in the wine! On the eve of our celebration for the founding of the Brotherhood when Ezio took over! Nooo, it wasn’t worse enough that the other pranks of yours had been going on for months-“ Machiavelli sharply cut off La Volpe’s protest, “don’t you say that the races have nothing to do with you. Control your thieves, or I will speak to whoever they answer to, to control them.” He hissed.

“And you went and ruined the digestion and the hall! It took us days to clean and scrub out the wine stains. Some recruits freaked because they thought they were poisoned. The Courtesans were so ill they had to take the morning off! Claudia wants your head, Ezio says this has to stop, but I seem to be the only one able to even get near you!”

Machiavelli stopped in his gestures and oration to look at La Volpe, who wasn’t grinning any more.

“Well, it seems you are paying attention. Your thieves are out of control, Ezio may take a scheduled day off, and I would love to find my papers where I left them. Think you can behave?” Machiavelli sneered.

“No.”

Machiavelli froze and looked at La Volpe. “What?”

“I said, no. This sounds all like something you could deal with on your end, instead of heaping the work on me.”

“You admitted to performing these pranks because you think, and I quote, ‘help them relax’! Well, I’m telling you it is not helping us relax, it is in fact, creating stress, and worry, and would you stop before I have you flogged before the Brotherhood!” Machiavelli scowled, breathing hard.
La Volpe made a contemplative face.

“I’ll see to talking to my thieves about the races. They should challenge the mercenary instead. It would be funnier, and easier to make coins.”
Machiavelli stormed into La Volpe’s personal space.

“No. It. Would. Not. Be.”

“Funny or easy?”

“Both! Either! Gilberto, you cannot just…just…if your thieves are in need of work, I’m certain I can find something for them since you can’t.” Machiavelli nearly spat.

“And if I can’t take your thieves to bear on their actions, I will see to it being on your head.”

“What? A public flogging? Ezio would not go that far. Not even Claudia. Our problem would be handle away from the eyes of the Order, in discretion, so as to appear unified to the enemy. Tongues do wag, after all Niccolò.”

La Volpe stepped up into his personal space. “How would you see to punishing me? I’m right here…” He breathed into the other man’s ear.
Machiavelli coolly removed his person from La Volpe’s.

“I would put you to a vote from the other leaders and Ezio’s. It may be a simple matter of you paying a fine through your inn for a few months. Like a tax.”
La Volpe seemed to pout for a moment.

“But the others are about, and you next time you catch me, this would be a problem moved past and forgotten. Easy to repeat later.”

“Is that a threat, La Volpe?”

“A promise. Things do get boring after a while. Especially after all the hype.” La Volpe stretched out as though to demonstrate his point.
Machiavelli saw red. “Put your hands on the desk.”

La Volpe stretched out to comply, reaching out. He made a show of stretching out, and blinked in surprise at the clink of locking metal.

“You think you’ll get away without punishment? Well, I do believe that you will find that is not the case, La Volpe.” Machiavelli informed him. “Do you know what happens to children who harass others instead of keeping to themselves?”

La Volpe eyed Machiavelli’s bare hand.

“They get spanked?”
Machiavelli gave him a not-nice bared teeth smile.

“Exactly.”
…..

Ezio went down to the stables to find his horse where he should be. “Huh.” Scratching his head, Ezio started off on the long list of errands he needed to get done.
….

Claudia sighed as another of her girls was attended to by the dottore. Someone had paid the dottore already, and while she was grateful, she couldn’t help but worry that someone might be after her girls again.

“Relax, Claudia. It’s the thieves way of apologizing for the vinegar.” Maria smiled at her. Claudia sighed out in relief.
….

Machiavelli reviewed his play, looking for plot holes and adjusting stage entrances and exits. La Volpe laid on his bed.

“You know, I think children don’t normally amuse themselves with sex.”

“Whatever keeps you away from harassing the rest of the Order members, amore.”

~fin

Sorry, sorry. This is probably full of errors, but it’s going on one AM and I just saw this and I knew that if I didn’t write it down, I’d go to sleep and forget everything that just went through my head. And sorry for skipping on the sex scene. But my brain is fried. TT.TT G’night!