This is a bit late, forgive me, but I actually did work and managed to mostly finish one of my research papers (yay!)
Okay, so, this is mostly a filler chapter with little to no action and I may have gotten some of the times mixed up. But I can’t look to the wiki for help since my laptop refuses to load it. It is longer than my usual chapters though, so huzzah for that!
I remember that Ezio fled to Rome at the beginning of 1500 so he probably rescued Caterina sometime during 1501, or 1500. That means it took around ayear for the suppressants to wear off, I guess that works? Maybe. I know that Ezio only starts recruiting after he rescues Caterina but, let’s just say that the mentioned recruits below are assassins already in the assassin order, because, seriously, Machiavelli and Ezio can’t be the only actual assassins in the Roman Brotherhood, right?
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It was hard to breath, and that wasn’t just because of the exhaustion either. Somehow, Volpe had moved them so that they were spooning comfortably, mindful of the knot that tied them together. He wanted to speak, to apologize, to vocalize that ball of tension and emotion inside him, but he couldn’t.
His mind had cleared, yet his body was still slack, his limbs hard to control. He couldn’t focus on his body at all; it refused to give in to his demands. His will was overwhelmed by that feeling, body kept pliant by the knot stretching him open and the arms wrapped firmly around him.
(A primal part of him that had by then retreated wanted nothing more than the feel of teeth in his neck, completing him and forever bonding him)
His ear was nuzzled and licked lovingly and he unwillingly hummed in pleasure. It felt somewhat like his body was in the control of another and Ezio was just a passenger along for the ride.
“I’m sorry,” the apology was guilt laced and sorrowful, whispered into his ear like a love confession. “I couldn’t control myself, Ezio, I’m sorry, my friend. Had I known… had this happened under other circumstances…” a deep breath and then, “I doubt you would want to settle down and become a mated omega, tending to the hearth and home; I couldn’t imagine you as anything but what you are now. I know you aren’t comfortable with being an omega, but know that this was of no fault of your own. Luckily, I don’t think you will have to worry about getting pregnant, seeing as we’re both getting old.” A chuckle and a pause. “I’m so sorry Ezio. I should have known.”
This was unfair. Ezio couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words and he had to hear Volpe beating himself up over it as more mumbled apologies spilled from the thief’s mouth. Words of comfort and soothing brushes over his flank kept him from breaking down, but it was still so, so very unfair.
And slowly, the fire inside him built up once more as they talked and Volpe’s knot deflated, but the thief didn’t pull away. Ezio was hugged closer as they lay there. His limbs started to respond again, but the flames were building too quickly. He had to speak now.
“Volpe, I-“
He was hushed as he rolled over, watching the pained expression on Volpe’s face. Their lips met in a kiss, infinitely chaste. He could feel the slick coming out of him and his mind fogging up.
He writhed.
The thief responded, trailing kissing down his body.
His last thought before the fire consumed his mind was that this was too unfair.
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His heat gave them little reprieve and lasted far longer than it had any right to. Machiavelli had organized a schedule for the omegan members of the brotherhood to deliver food and water to their room and Volpe’s instincts had driven him into even more of a frenzy than Ezio was in. The thief had become aggressive and protective and tended to growl, even when it was an omega who brought their food.
Ezio had his periods of lucidity, but most of it was spent pliant in Volpe’s arms, being fed or otherwise coodled. Seeing Volpe so affected by the hormones he was producing made the guilt gnaw at Ezio even more and he began to hate those moments where he got his mind back.
It was nine days later that Ezio awoke, cold and knowing that his heat had ended.
Volpe was still out cold and shaking him got no reaction. So, Ezio stood shakily, almost falling over at first, and looked around. His legs felt weak and he was sore all over, especially down… there. He flushed, anxiety gnawing at him. What would his recruits think? How many days had he lost to his heat? What would Machiavelli think? Though the other man was accepting, seemingly of all things, Ezio knew that the pragmatist somewhat disproved of omega assassins, if only because their heats would hinder them for days at a time.
Two sets of robes had been set out for them on the dresser and there were two still-hot meals on the breakfast. His stomach growled, but Ezio ignored it in favour of stumbling over to the windows and peaking out of the curtains. It was still early morning and he desperately needed a bath.
It was after he had robed himself that he wandered to the bathing area, surprised to see that a hot bath had already been drawn for him and there were clothes on the side. He eagerly sank into the bath, using it to wash away his worries. If Machiavelli was so willing to have his recruits prepare a hot bath and all, and have it done so that it was still hot when Ezio woke up, it boded both ill and well. Ill, because it meant Machiavelli was paying close attention and would likely be on him for answers as soon as he came outside. Well, because if Machiavelli was willing to have his recruits draw him a hot bath then the man shouldn’t be too angry. Hopefully.
By the time Ezio came out of his musings, the water was lukewarm and he felt like his stomach had been hollowed out. He quickly scrubbed himself clean and clothed himself before returning to the bedroom.
Glancing at the bed, he had to stop himself from flushing, again. He could hardly believe what had transpired. A maelstrom of different emotions swirled within him ranging from guilt and shame to anger and confusion. Volpe was still out cold and a sudden apprehension had Ezio wolfing down is breakfast and leaving the room before Volpe could stir.
As expected, Machiavelli was waiting outside. Unexpectedly, he was waiting just outside, as in, ‘Ezio nearly bowled him over coming out of the room’ just outside.
“Ezio!” the man exclaimed in surprise. “So… Your heat is over,” Machiavelli coughed awkwardly, looking uncomfortable. He glanced around, as if looking for a topic to broach, but Ezio quickly cut him off.
It really wasn’t like him to run from his problems, but he wanted to forget about everything as soon as possible. He wanted to throw himself into his work so he didn’t have to think. “What have I missed? Has Caterina been found? I need to make up for all the time I’ve lost.”
Machiavelli stared at him for a moment, face mostly blank. Ezio could tell though, that he was teetering between relief that he wouldn’t have to broach such awkward subjects and concern about all that had happened. Luckily for Ezio’s peace of mind, relief won out, helped on by the man’s pragmatic and logical nature. “You haven’t missed too much, but there has been news. Your sister, Claudia, came over recently. Apparently, Caterina is due to be moved to the Castello di Sant’Angelo. Today. Ezio-“
“Then I must depart immediately,” Ezio interrupted, heading for the tunnels.
“Ezio, wait!” The sharp command made Ezio freeze and he gritted his teeth. His instincts were too close to the surface. He had been planning on ignoring Machiavelli and just storming out there, eager to throw himself back into the life of an assassin. A normal, Alpha assassin, the same life he had lived for many years now. “If I may…” Machiavelli sounded almost guilty and Ezio turned to face him. Machiavelli’s brows were drawn into a frown and he cleared his throat before continuing. “What are you going to do about…” Machiavelli waved in the general direction of the bedroom and Ezio had a sinking sensation in his chest. “You cannot go around smelling like an omega fresh out of heat. Not only will it draw necessary attention to you, but-“ The man cut himself off. “You should make careful preparations before you go. I wish you luck, my friend.”
It was somewhat surprising to the Florentine assassin that Machiavelli neither asked him why he was risking so much t rescue Caterina nor asking about the whole… debacle that had occurred. But he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Nodding to Machiavelli, Ezio sharply changed directions, to arm himself and get scent nullifiers. Strong ones.
But the conversation had made him realize something, and that something probed and poked at his mind relentlessly. How was he going to get his hands on more suppressants? Leonardo had all but vanished, he mused as he picked out his best sword. Perhaps Machiavelli and the others could help…?
“Machiavelli,” he called out, returning to the main room. “Can you help me with something?” His own question made him pause. It was worded and toned much less confidently than usual.
The other man eyed him before nodding sharply. “What is it?”
“Leonardo da Vinci, I need you to find him, and quick.”
There was hesitation and Ezio hated the sliver of desperation in his voice as he asked, “Can you? Please?”
“Ezio…” Another pause, “Word has it that… Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci is now in the employ of… the Borgia.”
The sudden draw of breath he took was cold and it rattled his lungs. Something in him froze over and something behind his eyes burned. No, he wasn’t going to cry. But it felt so much like betrayal. But Leonardo wouldn’t betray him… Right? No, there had to be an explanation and the only reason that it was so painful was that everything inside him was a jumbled mess.
“Ah,” was Ezio’s reply, before he quickly ran off.
-
Lucrezia Borgia was a beta, which was good, but most of her guards were alphas, which was a blessing in disguise, though Ezio rather wished it weren’t. Apparently, scent nullifiers weren’t nearly powerful enough to cover up his scent, but on the upside, his scent often managed to distract or intoxicate nearby alphas. Enough for him to kill them quickly.
It made him feel dirty though, how they would leer and try to grab him in mid combat. He was glad that Lucrezia did not seem to connect the dots, and even more glad for the explosion as they managed to ride out mostly unscathed.
But Caterina had given him a knowing look, and Ezio had returned to the hideout exhausted, but in a mostly good way.
When he collapsed on his bed for rest that night, he vaguely noticed that Volpe was gone, except for his lingering scent which lulled Ezio into a deep sleep.
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Is it just me, or does Volpe's speech seem weird? Very weird.
Fill: Desperation [8/?]
Okay, so, this is mostly a filler chapter with little to no action and I may have gotten some of the times mixed up. But I can’t look to the wiki for help since my laptop refuses to load it. It is longer than my usual chapters though, so huzzah for that!
I remember that Ezio fled to Rome at the beginning of 1500 so he probably rescued Caterina sometime during 1501, or 1500. That means it took around ayear for the suppressants to wear off, I guess that works? Maybe. I know that Ezio only starts recruiting after he rescues Caterina but, let’s just say that the mentioned recruits below are assassins already in the assassin order, because, seriously, Machiavelli and Ezio can’t be the only actual assassins in the Roman Brotherhood, right?
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It was hard to breath, and that wasn’t just because of the exhaustion either. Somehow, Volpe had moved them so that they were spooning comfortably, mindful of the knot that tied them together. He wanted to speak, to apologize, to vocalize that ball of tension and emotion inside him, but he couldn’t.
His mind had cleared, yet his body was still slack, his limbs hard to control. He couldn’t focus on his body at all; it refused to give in to his demands. His will was overwhelmed by that feeling, body kept pliant by the knot stretching him open and the arms wrapped firmly around him.
(A primal part of him that had by then retreated wanted nothing more than the feel of teeth in his neck, completing him and forever bonding him)
His ear was nuzzled and licked lovingly and he unwillingly hummed in pleasure. It felt somewhat like his body was in the control of another and Ezio was just a passenger along for the ride.
“I’m sorry,” the apology was guilt laced and sorrowful, whispered into his ear like a love confession. “I couldn’t control myself, Ezio, I’m sorry, my friend. Had I known… had this happened under other circumstances…” a deep breath and then, “I doubt you would want to settle down and become a mated omega, tending to the hearth and home; I couldn’t imagine you as anything but what you are now. I know you aren’t comfortable with being an omega, but know that this was of no fault of your own. Luckily, I don’t think you will have to worry about getting pregnant, seeing as we’re both getting old.” A chuckle and a pause. “I’m so sorry Ezio. I should have known.”
This was unfair. Ezio couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words and he had to hear Volpe beating himself up over it as more mumbled apologies spilled from the thief’s mouth. Words of comfort and soothing brushes over his flank kept him from breaking down, but it was still so, so very unfair.
And slowly, the fire inside him built up once more as they talked and Volpe’s knot deflated, but the thief didn’t pull away. Ezio was hugged closer as they lay there. His limbs started to respond again, but the flames were building too quickly. He had to speak now.
“Volpe, I-“
He was hushed as he rolled over, watching the pained expression on Volpe’s face. Their lips met in a kiss, infinitely chaste. He could feel the slick coming out of him and his mind fogging up.
He writhed.
The thief responded, trailing kissing down his body.
His last thought before the fire consumed his mind was that this was too unfair.
-
His heat gave them little reprieve and lasted far longer than it had any right to. Machiavelli had organized a schedule for the omegan members of the brotherhood to deliver food and water to their room and Volpe’s instincts had driven him into even more of a frenzy than Ezio was in. The thief had become aggressive and protective and tended to growl, even when it was an omega who brought their food.
Ezio had his periods of lucidity, but most of it was spent pliant in Volpe’s arms, being fed or otherwise coodled. Seeing Volpe so affected by the hormones he was producing made the guilt gnaw at Ezio even more and he began to hate those moments where he got his mind back.
It was nine days later that Ezio awoke, cold and knowing that his heat had ended.
Volpe was still out cold and shaking him got no reaction. So, Ezio stood shakily, almost falling over at first, and looked around. His legs felt weak and he was sore all over, especially down… there. He flushed, anxiety gnawing at him. What would his recruits think? How many days had he lost to his heat? What would Machiavelli think? Though the other man was accepting, seemingly of all things, Ezio knew that the pragmatist somewhat disproved of omega assassins, if only because their heats would hinder them for days at a time.
Two sets of robes had been set out for them on the dresser and there were two still-hot meals on the breakfast. His stomach growled, but Ezio ignored it in favour of stumbling over to the windows and peaking out of the curtains. It was still early morning and he desperately needed a bath.
It was after he had robed himself that he wandered to the bathing area, surprised to see that a hot bath had already been drawn for him and there were clothes on the side. He eagerly sank into the bath, using it to wash away his worries. If Machiavelli was so willing to have his recruits prepare a hot bath and all, and have it done so that it was still hot when Ezio woke up, it boded both ill and well. Ill, because it meant Machiavelli was paying close attention and would likely be on him for answers as soon as he came outside. Well, because if Machiavelli was willing to have his recruits draw him a hot bath then the man shouldn’t be too angry. Hopefully.
By the time Ezio came out of his musings, the water was lukewarm and he felt like his stomach had been hollowed out. He quickly scrubbed himself clean and clothed himself before returning to the bedroom.
Glancing at the bed, he had to stop himself from flushing, again. He could hardly believe what had transpired. A maelstrom of different emotions swirled within him ranging from guilt and shame to anger and confusion. Volpe was still out cold and a sudden apprehension had Ezio wolfing down is breakfast and leaving the room before Volpe could stir.
As expected, Machiavelli was waiting outside. Unexpectedly, he was waiting just outside, as in, ‘Ezio nearly bowled him over coming out of the room’ just outside.
“Ezio!” the man exclaimed in surprise. “So… Your heat is over,” Machiavelli coughed awkwardly, looking uncomfortable. He glanced around, as if looking for a topic to broach, but Ezio quickly cut him off.
It really wasn’t like him to run from his problems, but he wanted to forget about everything as soon as possible. He wanted to throw himself into his work so he didn’t have to think. “What have I missed? Has Caterina been found? I need to make up for all the time I’ve lost.”
Machiavelli stared at him for a moment, face mostly blank. Ezio could tell though, that he was teetering between relief that he wouldn’t have to broach such awkward subjects and concern about all that had happened. Luckily for Ezio’s peace of mind, relief won out, helped on by the man’s pragmatic and logical nature. “You haven’t missed too much, but there has been news. Your sister, Claudia, came over recently. Apparently, Caterina is due to be moved to the Castello di Sant’Angelo. Today. Ezio-“
“Then I must depart immediately,” Ezio interrupted, heading for the tunnels.
“Ezio, wait!” The sharp command made Ezio freeze and he gritted his teeth. His instincts were too close to the surface. He had been planning on ignoring Machiavelli and just storming out there, eager to throw himself back into the life of an assassin. A normal, Alpha assassin, the same life he had lived for many years now. “If I may…” Machiavelli sounded almost guilty and Ezio turned to face him. Machiavelli’s brows were drawn into a frown and he cleared his throat before continuing. “What are you going to do about…” Machiavelli waved in the general direction of the bedroom and Ezio had a sinking sensation in his chest. “You cannot go around smelling like an omega fresh out of heat. Not only will it draw necessary attention to you, but-“ The man cut himself off. “You should make careful preparations before you go. I wish you luck, my friend.”
It was somewhat surprising to the Florentine assassin that Machiavelli neither asked him why he was risking so much t rescue Caterina nor asking about the whole… debacle that had occurred. But he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Nodding to Machiavelli, Ezio sharply changed directions, to arm himself and get scent nullifiers. Strong ones.
But the conversation had made him realize something, and that something probed and poked at his mind relentlessly. How was he going to get his hands on more suppressants? Leonardo had all but vanished, he mused as he picked out his best sword. Perhaps Machiavelli and the others could help…?
“Machiavelli,” he called out, returning to the main room. “Can you help me with something?” His own question made him pause. It was worded and toned much less confidently than usual.
The other man eyed him before nodding sharply. “What is it?”
“Leonardo da Vinci, I need you to find him, and quick.”
There was hesitation and Ezio hated the sliver of desperation in his voice as he asked, “Can you? Please?”
“Ezio…” Another pause, “Word has it that… Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci is now in the employ of… the Borgia.”
The sudden draw of breath he took was cold and it rattled his lungs. Something in him froze over and something behind his eyes burned. No, he wasn’t going to cry. But it felt so much like betrayal. But Leonardo wouldn’t betray him… Right? No, there had to be an explanation and the only reason that it was so painful was that everything inside him was a jumbled mess.
“Ah,” was Ezio’s reply, before he quickly ran off.
-
Lucrezia Borgia was a beta, which was good, but most of her guards were alphas, which was a blessing in disguise, though Ezio rather wished it weren’t. Apparently, scent nullifiers weren’t nearly powerful enough to cover up his scent, but on the upside, his scent often managed to distract or intoxicate nearby alphas. Enough for him to kill them quickly.
It made him feel dirty though, how they would leer and try to grab him in mid combat. He was glad that Lucrezia did not seem to connect the dots, and even more glad for the explosion as they managed to ride out mostly unscathed.
But Caterina had given him a knowing look, and Ezio had returned to the hideout exhausted, but in a mostly good way.
When he collapsed on his bed for rest that night, he vaguely noticed that Volpe was gone, except for his lingering scent which lulled Ezio into a deep sleep.
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Is it just me, or does Volpe's speech seem weird? Very weird.