Leonardo's words felt like a punch to his gut. /"What did you do with your desire, Ezio?"/ He focused on controlling his breathing, focused on not leaping across the distance and showing Leonardo what he's done with his desire, been doing with it for god-knows-how-long. Instead, he merely shrugged. "I have kept it locked up, of course. What good would it do me anywhere else? It is, after all, as you said... to reveal it would be far too dangerous."
The entire conversation thus far has been held with Leonardo's back to him; but now the artist turned and Ezio felt something hot and dangerously alive spark between them, burning away any ideas of denial he may have had. He knew he needed to get away - the chance of doing something Leonardo may not want is growing with each passing second, and Ezio's restraints have already become so thin. /You promised him you'd stay though./
Damn his inability to break promises.
Damn Leonardo for being so attractive.
Damn himself for being attracted to Leonardo.
And damn Claudia for setting him up like this!
Leonardo smiled, but it is more on the side of predatory than Ezio had ever seen. He longed to smile back, to pin the artist against the wall and show him just what sort of thoughts had gone on in the back of his head for god knew how long. Would Leonardo be the sort to encourage such filthy things, he wondered, or would he be silent, only letting his pleasure be known though quiet noises? "Ezio," Leonardo's voice dragged him back, "what would you do, if you were the object of another man's affections?"
For one heart-stopping moment, its all Ezio could do not to faint. The ground almost seemed to vanish beneath his feet and then reappear. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, because its just a question after all. Despite his best efforts however, he couldn't stop his voice from coming out husky. "It... would depend on the person, I suppose. I can be very picky when I want to be, after all. But surely you know that, don't you... Leonardo?"
Wait, now where did that come from? What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to be coming on to his friend like this! He was supposed to listen to his woes, offer sympathy, not... not...
Fuck. Leonardo had taken another step forward, closing the distance. Why can't he pull back? Put some more distance between them? His body is frozen, unresponsive. He needs to leave now, before he puts himself into any more trouble...
"Ezio," Leonardo breathed, and its like they're in a dry forest, the spark between them threatening to burn the world away. "What would you do, if..."
"If?" Ezio asked softly, unable to stop himself. His undead heart is going, stopping, going again. He needed to hear this. He needed to know, even though he already does, needed to hear it from Leonardo himself.
"What would you do, if that person that loved you was me?"
And just like that, the spark between them ignites, and the world burns.
FILL: Our Paradise 14/?
The entire conversation thus far has been held with Leonardo's back to him; but now the artist turned and Ezio felt something hot and dangerously alive spark between them, burning away any ideas of denial he may have had. He knew he needed to get away - the chance of doing something Leonardo may not want is growing with each passing second, and Ezio's restraints have already become so thin. /You promised him you'd stay though./
Damn his inability to break promises.
Damn Leonardo for being so attractive.
Damn himself for being attracted to Leonardo.
And damn Claudia for setting him up like this!
Leonardo smiled, but it is more on the side of predatory than Ezio had ever seen. He longed to smile back, to pin the artist against the wall and show him just what sort of thoughts had gone on in the back of his head for god knew how long. Would Leonardo be the sort to encourage such filthy things, he wondered, or would he be silent, only letting his pleasure be known though quiet noises? "Ezio," Leonardo's voice dragged him back, "what would you do, if you were the object of another man's affections?"
For one heart-stopping moment, its all Ezio could do not to faint. The ground almost seemed to vanish beneath his feet and then reappear. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, because its just a question after all. Despite his best efforts however, he couldn't stop his voice from coming out husky. "It... would depend on the person, I suppose. I can be very picky when I want to be, after all. But surely you know that, don't you... Leonardo?"
Wait, now where did that come from? What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to be coming on to his friend like this! He was supposed to listen to his woes, offer sympathy, not... not...
Fuck. Leonardo had taken another step forward, closing the distance. Why can't he pull back? Put some more distance between them? His body is frozen, unresponsive. He needs to leave now, before he puts himself into any more trouble...
"Ezio," Leonardo breathed, and its like they're in a dry forest, the spark between them threatening to burn the world away. "What would you do, if..."
"If?" Ezio asked softly, unable to stop himself. His undead heart is going, stopping, going again. He needed to hear this. He needed to know, even though he already does, needed to hear it from Leonardo himself.
"What would you do, if that person that loved you was me?"
And just like that, the spark between them ignites, and the world burns.
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This is a good place to stop. :D