The sound of snoring came back as a reply. The kids in the classroom laughed, the teacher throwing her hands up in frustration as she stormed over and shook the shoulder of the snoring boy. "Yomiel, wake up this instant! This is Geography class, not sleeping class! Now get up! Lazy boy," she grumbled.
Yomiel Andrews yawned, blinking unnatural gold eyes at the woman before him. She forced away a shudder and pushed his hood back, revealing the long, tied-back blond hair underneath it. "Put your hood down while we're in class, or its detention. And pay attention!"
The boy grumbled and waved her away, propping his face on one of his hands and resigning himself to an early grave by their Geography teacher. She was so boring, she could easily talk anyone to death. That included handsome boys like himself, who didn't deserve such a fate. Eventually he just tuned her out and started doodling on his notebook until class let out, at which point he headed outside to the benches for lunch.
Everyone tended to avoid him because of his spooky gold eyes, which was fine by him because it meant he had more time to himself instead of worrying about the chattering of others (girls not included, of course). Today however was different. The tiny red thread on his pinkie was tugging again, informing him that the person on the other end was getting closer. Without looking up from his book, he tugged back on it, informing his lover of where he was.
Eventually he was joined by a skinny, freckle-faced boy splashed with paints, short black hair tucked behind his ears and a red beret perched atop his head. "Ezio, is that really anyway to greet your lover?"
'Yomiel' raised a brow, smirking but not looking up from his book. "I could say the same of you, Leonardo. No kiss three days in a row? Tsk tsk, you must really hate me."
"I don't hate you, love, but you haven't brushed your teeth--"
"I have so! I did it last night, because you kept harping on me about it!" The blond finally looked up from his book, a pout coming to his features as he examined his long-time lover. Although both boys looked only fifteen, they had known each other for centuries - quite literally. "It's fine you know, I get it, your art projects are more important than me. Maybe we should just break up--"
At that, Leonardo made an indignant, angry sound and reached forward, seizing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him in for a passionate kiss and left them both gasping. In the process Ezio managed to climb into Leonardo's lap, shivering at the feeling of their arousals brushing together. "...I take that as a no to the break up idea?"
"Ezio Auditore, if I wasn't willing to let you escape me while we were waiting for our reincarnations to start up, what makes you think I'll let you escape now that we have new bodies? You are mine, you devious little assassin, and I intend to keep you as long as our souls are bonded." Reaching down and taking the hand with the red string on it, Leonardo kissed the other boy's pinkie finger, ignoring the desperate little noise the other made in the back of his throat.
Ezio tried not to blush and failed. "Y-you know, I'm not technically an assassin anymore..."
"No more than I am a Renaissance master, but I can still paint and do beautiful artworks that are compared to Leonardo da Vinci himself, now can't I? I imagine the day we sign you up for cooking class is the day we see the re-emergence of your personality." Another kiss, this one much more chaste than the last.
"You ARE Leonardo da Vinci, Leonardo."
"Yes, but no one else apart from you and me knows that, now do they?"
A third kiss was delivered, neither boy noticing that by now they had attracted a small crowd of onlookers, some disgusted, some amused and many more still blushing and giggling. Neither did they notice a teacher storming over, looking utterly shocked when the two went in for a fourth kiss, this one much more slow and sensuous than the previous ones.
They did however, notice when she slapped her ruler on the table. Leonardo was the first to recover. "Yes, can we help you with something?"
The teacher's head reared back at the tone. It was overly-polite, in the same way one might pass a subtle threat, or say, "We really don't want you here, but we'll humor you anyway."
"You two. Front office. NOW!"
Yomiel groaned and buried his head in the other boy's shoulder. "Do we have to? Can't you just tell the rest of the idiots over there we're playing Doctor or something equally educational?"
In the end, both of them ended up separated and in detention, but Leonardo didn't stop laughing all the way to the office, where Ezio proceeded to inform the principal that Leonardo was his lover and YES they knew exactly what they were doing, thank you very much. Needless to say, it didn't go over well. But that was Ezio, ever faithful, regardless of the opinions of others.
Just the way Leonardo had always liked him, and would continue to for many centuries more.
THE END YO
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anon would like to at this time say she is sorry for crappy smut and crappier ending. But I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed the fill? If OP wants anything rewritten, let me know and I'll do it, k?
FILL: Our Paradise 18/18
"Stefan?"
"Here."
"Alex?"
"Here."
"Christine?"
"Here!"
"Yomiel?"
The sound of snoring came back as a reply. The kids in the classroom laughed, the teacher throwing her hands up in frustration as she stormed over and shook the shoulder of the snoring boy. "Yomiel, wake up this instant! This is Geography class, not sleeping class! Now get up! Lazy boy," she grumbled.
Yomiel Andrews yawned, blinking unnatural gold eyes at the woman before him. She forced away a shudder and pushed his hood back, revealing the long, tied-back blond hair underneath it. "Put your hood down while we're in class, or its detention. And pay attention!"
The boy grumbled and waved her away, propping his face on one of his hands and resigning himself to an early grave by their Geography teacher. She was so boring, she could easily talk anyone to death. That included handsome boys like himself, who didn't deserve such a fate. Eventually he just tuned her out and started doodling on his notebook until class let out, at which point he headed outside to the benches for lunch.
Everyone tended to avoid him because of his spooky gold eyes, which was fine by him because it meant he had more time to himself instead of worrying about the chattering of others (girls not included, of course). Today however was different. The tiny red thread on his pinkie was tugging again, informing him that the person on the other end was getting closer. Without looking up from his book, he tugged back on it, informing his lover of where he was.
Eventually he was joined by a skinny, freckle-faced boy splashed with paints, short black hair tucked behind his ears and a red beret perched atop his head. "Ezio, is that really anyway to greet your lover?"
'Yomiel' raised a brow, smirking but not looking up from his book. "I could say the same of you, Leonardo. No kiss three days in a row? Tsk tsk, you must really hate me."
"I don't hate you, love, but you haven't brushed your teeth--"
"I have so! I did it last night, because you kept harping on me about it!" The blond finally looked up from his book, a pout coming to his features as he examined his long-time lover. Although both boys looked only fifteen, they had known each other for centuries - quite literally. "It's fine you know, I get it, your art projects are more important than me. Maybe we should just break up--"
At that, Leonardo made an indignant, angry sound and reached forward, seizing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him in for a passionate kiss and left them both gasping. In the process Ezio managed to climb into Leonardo's lap, shivering at the feeling of their arousals brushing together. "...I take that as a no to the break up idea?"
"Ezio Auditore, if I wasn't willing to let you escape me while we were waiting for our reincarnations to start up, what makes you think I'll let you escape now that we have new bodies? You are mine, you devious little assassin, and I intend to keep you as long as our souls are bonded." Reaching down and taking the hand with the red string on it, Leonardo kissed the other boy's pinkie finger, ignoring the desperate little noise the other made in the back of his throat.
Ezio tried not to blush and failed. "Y-you know, I'm not technically an assassin anymore..."
"No more than I am a Renaissance master, but I can still paint and do beautiful artworks that are compared to Leonardo da Vinci himself, now can't I? I imagine the day we sign you up for cooking class is the day we see the re-emergence of your personality." Another kiss, this one much more chaste than the last.
"You ARE Leonardo da Vinci, Leonardo."
"Yes, but no one else apart from you and me knows that, now do they?"
A third kiss was delivered, neither boy noticing that by now they had attracted a small crowd of onlookers, some disgusted, some amused and many more still blushing and giggling. Neither did they notice a teacher storming over, looking utterly shocked when the two went in for a fourth kiss, this one much more slow and sensuous than the previous ones.
They did however, notice when she slapped her ruler on the table. Leonardo was the first to recover. "Yes, can we help you with something?"
The teacher's head reared back at the tone. It was overly-polite, in the same way one might pass a subtle threat, or say, "We really don't want you here, but we'll humor you anyway."
"You two. Front office. NOW!"
Yomiel groaned and buried his head in the other boy's shoulder. "Do we have to? Can't you just tell the rest of the idiots over there we're playing Doctor or something equally educational?"
In the end, both of them ended up separated and in detention, but Leonardo didn't stop laughing all the way to the office, where Ezio proceeded to inform the principal that Leonardo was his lover and YES they knew exactly what they were doing, thank you very much. Needless to say, it didn't go over well. But that was Ezio, ever faithful, regardless of the opinions of others.
Just the way Leonardo had always liked him, and would continue to for many centuries more.
THE END YO
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anon would like to at this time say she is sorry for crappy smut and crappier ending. But I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed the fill? If OP wants anything rewritten, let me know and I'll do it, k?