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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Nest 2
(Anonymous) 2014-08-09 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)More and more young assassins were stopping by his workshop, usually injured but sometimes silent and broody in need of a place to just stop and sort themselves out.
Leonardo found himself vaguely confused if not amused with the new development but he took it all in stride. Though tending to them cut into his time working on other things, he didn’t mind overly much and besides which, now that his workshop has become a hub of sorts for the recruits, there were usually at least one or two at a time to assist him with looking after the injured. Besides, they were fairly unobtrusive and he found the company to be rather delightful if not helpful.
Muttering to himself as he rummaged about his worktable, scattering books and papers everywhere, he paused to scratch his head, fingers reaching underneath his ever-present beret to tangle quizzically into his hair.
“Where is that model I had—”
“Is this what you are looking for, Signore Leonardo?” teased a voice from behind him and only the years of dealing with Ezio sneaking up on him in this exact same way prevented him from jumping right out of his boots. Instead, Leonardo turned with a thankful beam when he spotted the sketch he had been looking for.
Even after all this time, he still couldn’t quite get the recruits to drop the Signore. When he had asked about it, they all basically gave him the same answer: It felt too disrespectful to call him by just his name.
He wasn’t quite sure what to feel about that. He would like it if they could see him more as a friend but on the other hand, he knew that it simply meant that the recruits had accepted him wholeheartedly as one of their own and only wished to show him the proper respect similar to how they referred to Ezio as Maestro.
“Ah! There it is! Grazie, Bianca. You are most helpful!”
The brunette’s lips curved into a smile as she replied, “I am always glad to be of some help to you.”
“Signore Leonardo!” came a call from upstairs and Leonardo was immediately sweeping away.
“Yes, coming!”
A knock came from the door and Bianca along with the five other recruits stilled, eyes narrowed as they focused on the entryway as their postures turned subtly defensive. It was unlikely to be an enemy because they were all extremely cautious with their route of arrival and they made sure that anyone who dared follow them was permanently indisposed. Besides, it was doubtful an enemy would politely let their presence be known before intruding. More than likely it was just a client but a certain paranoia and protectiveness had them ready to act at a moment’s notice anyway if it so happened that it was a guard who had come banging at the door.
“Leonardo? Are—”
The door opened and Ezio stopped short, staring in surprise as his sight was met with half a dozen of his recruits littered about his best friend’s workshop.
One of them was in the rafters, another two had a pile of books and sketches in their arms, another one was leaning against the wall reading a scroll and the last one had a piece of paper in her hands.
The novices in turn froze upon the sight of their Mentor, eyes shifting slightly away in faint panic and guilty bashfulness for their presence in Leonardo’s workshop which Ezio had explicitly warned them from.
Ezio’s lips tightened as he closed the door softly behind himself and he might as well have slammed it with the way his recruits winced and twitched anxiously.
“You, get down from there.”
The novice in the rafters obeyed immediately and dropped back onto the floor, antsy.
“And what are you all doing here?”
The inquiry was asked in a low voice, tinged with a sort of foreboding quality that said that if he didn’t get a satisfactory explanation now, there will be dire consequences.
His gaze fell on one recruit after another and each felt the heavy stare piercing right through them.
Finally, one of the braver recruits cleared his voice softly and said, “We are here recovering from various injuries.”
It was a lame explanation and the youth cringed when Ezio’s face told him that he thought the same way.
“And you couldn’t do that in the hideout?”
His novices shifted uneasily, glancing at one another as if urging the other to say something but they were saved from doing so when footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Leonardo reentered the room and immediately beamed widely upon seeing who had come to visit his home.
“Ezio! What a surprise! It is so good to see you amico mio! Is there something you need? Perhaps—”
“Leonardo,” Ezio interrupted not unkindly. “Why are my apprentices trespassing all over your workshop?”
Leonardo blinked. “Trespassing?” He laughed. “No, Ezio! They are not trespassing if I welcome them here!”
“My good friend, just their presence in your vicinity is enough to put you in danger and you are harboring half a dozen in your home.” Ezio shot a frosty glare at his novices who shivered at the look. “As much as I disparage the guards’ aptitude, even an idiot would eventually start to see patterns.”
Leonardo walked over and put a reassuring hand on Ezio’s shoulder. “Nothing has come of their presence here and besides, I feel it is much safer with them around.”
The artist smiled behind himself and a few of the recruits returned it tentatively.
Ezio didn’t share that optimism.
“Nothing has happened yet but all it takes is one mistake. Just one. Besides, you shouldn’t spoil them or they’ll grow too dependent.”
“But I can’t very well turn them away when they are in need of aid, Ezio,” Leonardo told his friend exasperatedly.
“They shouldn’t come to you for every little scratch and bruise,” Ezio growled, growing frustrated at Leonardo’s inability to see why it was not a good idea for his apprentices to so carelessly come and go through his residence. “If they are on the verge of death and landed at your doorstep, sí, I would understand if you took them in but if they were so seriously injured,” his gaze swept across the novices, “Why are they all standing?”
“Ezio, per favore—”
“No, Leonardo! This is not up to debate!” Ezio seethed. “They are to leave immediately and never bother you again. Am I clear?”
“Sí, Maestro,” was the muttered response before they each filed away quickly and silently. Their downcast hooded heads gave them a pitiable and disappointed air as they went.
Leonardo didn’t look too pleased and he turned away to his messy worktable when the door shut behind them.
Noticing this, Ezio slowly followed him, slightly hesitant. He hated seeing Leonardo upset and it was ten times worse if he was the cause of it but he’ll do what was necessary to ensure Leonardo’s safety at all costs even if his decisions don’t agree with his friend’s sentiments.
“They are just like you were,” Leonardo finally sighed, bracing his arms on the table and peering at Ezio across from him.
“Young and foolish? Sí, I quite agree.”
Leonardo shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. Some of them come from dark places and others have darkness lingering in their eyes. They only seek temporary refuge where they may find reprieve and a sense of some peace and comfort. How could I or even you deny them that when you have been in their place in your own youth?”
Ezio’s eyes turned soft almost fond as he reached over and gently grasped Leonardo’s chin.
“Ami—No. Caro,” Ezio corrected seeing as there was no one around to see his display of affection. “I worry after your safety. If it were not for that combined with my work, I would visit you constantly whenever I may but the life of an Assassin means sacrifice whether it be in comfort or for family and the sooner my apprentices realize it, the better they shall be in the future.”
Ezio’s hand moved from his chin to stroke at a cheek and Leonardo nuzzled into the touch with a faint smile.
“Then they can just visit every other week,” Leonardo suggested, looking at Ezio with wide, hopeful eyes.
Ezio sighed. “I would deny them any kind of contact with you for anything short of a dire emergency but,” he stressed when Leonardo looked about to argue again, “If you still insist it, then I suppose I can draw up a schedule of days they may come.” Promising Leonardo, grudging as it was, felt like pulling a hook up his throat. Every part of his mind rebelled against the very notion but Leonardo can be just as stubborn as him in his own way and the bright look he received in return eased his misgivings if only slightly.
Leonardo moved around the table and encircled his arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss which Ezio returned full-heartedly, wrapping his own arms around the artist’s waist and pulling him closer.
There was a squeak in the direction of the stairs and Ezio immediately swiveled around, shielding Leonardo protectively as he did so, only to be met with the sight of one other recruit, eyes wide as they happened upon the tender scene.
“I-I um… I… Sorry for interrupting!” Sergio stammered, hastily running back upstairs, face a bright red blush.
Ezio growled and began to mutter under his breath as he stalked towards the stairs.
Leonardo simply laughed and pulled him back, capturing his lips into another kiss.
“Sí, sí you can scare your poor recruit later at another time but your lover has not seen you in several months. Will you ignore him and willingly walk away from him?” Leonardo grinned.
Ezio’s lips quirked devilishly. “No, of course not. Who am I to deny you at least this much?” he chuckled and closed in once more.
Re: Nest 2
(Anonymous) 2014-08-10 07:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: Nest 2
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(Anonymous) 2014-08-10 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)Nice job for your first fic here, and welcome!
Re: Nest 2
(Anonymous) 2015-03-31 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)You deserve all the internets, anon. All of them.
Re: Nest 2
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