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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
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Fill: When the Autumn Moon is Bright - Interlude [Warnings: Pedophillia]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-18 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)+++
Over time, Leonardo eventually broke himself out of his listlessness, forcing himself to paint a little bit each day. The Lord’s son’s portrait was eventually finished, though not to his satisfaction, and he suspected that Valerio had finished some of the shading himself to speed up the process. But it was done, and once delivered by Felice, the commission was fully paid for, and Leonardo was able to take the boys out for food as a treat. They tried to draw him in to a playful argument about what they should have for dinner, mocking each other’s choices with exaggerated airs, but Leonardo found he just wasn’t in the mood. Catching on to their Maestro’s disinterest, their playful moods were quickly snuffed out, and they made a choice with no further debate.
Dinner was quiet, though Leonardo managed to keep up a gentle conversation with his students about what they felt they had most improved on lately, and what they should focus on in the future. Valerio and Felice responded respectfully to his inquiries, eager to continue their chat, but whenever Leonardo would get distracted or drift off mid sentence they would share a concerned look. Perhaps they thought he wouldn’t notice, but they managed to have an entire conversation across the table with merely their eyes, to his mild amusement. He wondered faintly what it could have been about, but found that he didn’t desire to pry into their personal business. They were growing boys, they deserved their secrets.
After they finished their meal, they walked back home, the boys trailing behind Leonardo, whispering and giggling behind him. An uncommon as of late smile passed over his lips, and he found himself just enjoying the moment, tilting his head back to stare up at the sky full of stars and the waxing moon.
He was jerked out of his revere when he heard Valerio let out a pained squeak behind him, followed almost immediately by Felice’s shout of fear. He whirled around to see what had happened, and felt his eyes widen as he took in the scene.
There was a group of dirty looking men hovering around his students, and one of them was holding Valerio by his long curls, tugging his head back to a painful angle. Felice was pulling on the man’s hand, demanding that he release Valerio at once, but the men hardly noticed his efforts.
“Pretty little things,” the man holding Valerio chuckled darkly, meeting Leonardo’s furious stare. “How much for the night?”
Leonardo was striding forward, ready to demand that the men release his students at once, when what the man had asked registered. He paused, completely derailed by horror and disgust. “What?! These are children!” He shrieked at the man, staring at him with wide eyes.
But rather than showing any hint of shame, the man merely shrugged and grinned wider, showing disgustingly yellowed and broken teeth. “We all have our little pleasures, right Maestro da Vinci?” The way he said Leonardo’s name implied that the man was referring to something specific, and Leonardo had a sinking suspicion he knew what it was. He felt himself pale, and inwardly cursed himself. Would his sins never leave him alone?
But staring at Valerio’s terrified face, stained already by tears, and Felice’s bravery trying to free his friend, Leonardo felt something inside him burn. While his desires may have been considered sinful by the church, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that what these men wanted was more than sinful, it was just plain wrong. Compared to these men, he had nothing to be ashamed of.
Deep in his chest, the wolf stirred. Too far from the full moon, he couldn’t transform, but he was still a werewolf. He lowered his head, glaring menacingly at the men, and growled deep in his chest. The sound caused a few of the men to startle, not expecting such a frightening sound to come from such a seemingly mild-mannered artist. “Let them go. Now,” Leonardo snarled. Though there were at least five of them and only one of him, all at least armed with a knife, he watched them start to step back in instinctual fear.
The man holding Valerio hesitating, then realizing that it wasn’t worth the fight, released Valerio’s hair with a grumble, spitting on the ground in anger. Valerio practically fell into Felice’s arms, who dragged them both away from the men and over to Leonardo’s side.
“Now get out of here,” Leonardo warned, “before I call the guards. And don’t you dare let me catch you touching young boys ever again, or I promise you, you will regret it.” He had their scent in his memory now. If he ever stumbled across them again, he would know which way to send his wolf form at the next full moon.
Cursing and spitting at him, the group of men dispersed. Leonardo watched them go, standing firm in the middle of the street until he was sure they were all gone. Only then did he realize that both Valerio and Felice were clinging to his arms so tightly that he’d lost feeling in his fingers, and that he was practically shaking with rage. Inside, his wolf was howling in rage that someone had dared to touch his pups, and thought they could get away with it. He had to take several measured breaths to calm himself down to the point he could speak.
“Are you alright?” he asked the boys when he was sure he was calm. They both looked up at him with a mix of adoration and shock, still terrified from their near miss. “Boys?” he prompted when they didn’t immediately respond.
“We’re fine,” Felice answered softly, the calmer of the two. “Thank you for protecting us, Maestro. That was really brave.”
“You were very brave yourself,” Leonardo praised his student, “going to rescue Valerio like that. And Valerio,” he looked down at the other boy, “you remained calm and didn’t panic. Very good. I’m very proud of you both.”
The boys seemed to relax, Felice beaming up at him and Valerio managing a small smile. After that they walked quickly back to the workshop, Leonardo holding both of their hands tightly in his own. He tucked them into bed, telling them silly stories of his own childhood until they were giggling freely again, the attack forgotten. Then, once they were settled, he snuck quietly downstairs into his workshop, sat himself by the fire, and just buried his face into his hands as he shook and shook.
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Let me know if this part bothers anyone, but this was a scene that's been in my head since the beginning, and I just had to get it out. Working on Part 3 now!
Re: Fill: When the Autumn Moon is Bright - Interlude [Warnings: Pedophillia]
I'd love to know what Felice and Valerio's silent conversation was about... Will the boys try to lift Leo's spirits?
Excellent Interlude!
Re: Fill: When the Autumn Moon is Bright - Interlude [Warnings: Pedophillia]
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)