It's hot and heavy and everything that Leonardo wants. It's just too bad that this will be the last time in a long time to get it. The artist hums around the swollen cock in his mouth and when Ezio grips his hair he lets out a moan.
"Remember..." The assassin growls, "When you approach Cesare, you're mine, yes? Only mine."
Leonardo had planned it a few months ago. Working for Cesare would give Ezio an insight to the Templar's activities that no other assassin could ever obtained. At first Ezio forbade it, the idea of endangering Leonardo like that would drive him insane but the engineer's persistence eventually gave way.
Here, with their last night together in who knows how long, the man from Vinci gives the Florentine whatever he desires just to keep him from forgetting that Ezio will always be his alpha. No matter how far apart, no matter for how long, Ezio is the one he chose, the one that stole his heart.
Gentle lips slip off of Ezio's cock and Leonardo lays back on the bed spreading his legs willingly. The sex soothes in the anger in Ezio's soul but not the fear. The idea that he's willingly giving Borgia his engineer, his artist, his lover, still kills him inside.
"Yours," Leonardo whispers into the shell of Ezio's ear, "Always yours. Yours to command, yours to obey. I-" There's a grunt as he feels the Auditore push in, "I will not fail you. I will be faithful to you, even into death. Please, let me serve you."
~~~
A couple of years later Ezio watches from the shadows of Rome. His hand grips on his sword so tightly that his fingers are turning white. Cesare Borgia is meeting the Pope accompanied by the pearl of Italy's crown: Leonardo per Piero da Vinci. It's only La Volpe's voice which keeps Ezio from leaping down and ripping the collar featuring a cross patteé.
"Everything is in place. It has just as Leonardo said it would be."
Ezio smiles. Soon. Very very soon Borgia will be at his blade and Da Vinci at his feet.
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"Remember..." The assassin growls, "When you approach Cesare, you're mine, yes? Only mine."
Leonardo had planned it a few months ago. Working for Cesare would give Ezio an insight to the Templar's activities that no other assassin could ever obtained. At first Ezio forbade it, the idea of endangering Leonardo like that would drive him insane but the engineer's persistence eventually gave way.
Here, with their last night together in who knows how long, the man from Vinci gives the Florentine whatever he desires just to keep him from forgetting that Ezio will always be his alpha. No matter how far apart, no matter for how long, Ezio is the one he chose, the one that stole his heart.
Gentle lips slip off of Ezio's cock and Leonardo lays back on the bed spreading his legs willingly. The sex soothes in the anger in Ezio's soul but not the fear. The idea that he's willingly giving Borgia his engineer, his artist, his lover, still kills him inside.
"Yours," Leonardo whispers into the shell of Ezio's ear, "Always yours. Yours to command, yours to obey. I-" There's a grunt as he feels the Auditore push in, "I will not fail you. I will be faithful to you, even into death. Please, let me serve you."
~~~
A couple of years later Ezio watches from the shadows of Rome. His hand grips on his sword so tightly that his fingers are turning white. Cesare Borgia is meeting the Pope accompanied by the pearl of Italy's crown: Leonardo per Piero da Vinci. It's only La Volpe's voice which keeps Ezio from leaping down and ripping the collar featuring a cross patteé.
"Everything is in place. It has just as Leonardo said it would be."
Ezio smiles. Soon. Very very soon Borgia will be at his blade and Da Vinci at his feet.
((This minifill has been brought to you by 'I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing this came to me on a whim'. I hope it helps. Having the flu sucks.))