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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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So, there is an utter lack of La Volpe! I'm a huge fan of Omegaverse stuff but not because of kinks...well because of that but also the psychological aspects of that kind of universe.

That's not the point, I'm getting off track here.

So, Ezio is supposed to be this womanizer, but what if the women were just his friends who spread the rumors so that no one would know that he was an omega? Well, after everything that happens, Cesare decides to fuck with our beautiful hero and attacks Monterrigionni. Ezio escapes and starts rebuilding the brotherhood in Rome. Thing is, Ezio wasn't able to take his suppressants during the days that consisted of his escaping and he didn't even think about it with the brotherhood on his mind.

Well, Ezio goes into heat, preferably in an alley and La Volpe saves him and gets him to Tiberia. But he also gets very protective over the younger assassin, since he's an alpha, and wants to claim him.

Here's the fluff part and the parts I love:

Ezio's never been through a heat besides his presenting and he barely remembered that, so he's frreaked out and scared. Ezio is always so strong and independent, I'd love to see him be comforted and reassured that he's perfect and there's nothing wrong with him while being slowly fucked by Volpe. Knotting is a must. Claiming marks is a must. Scent glands used to calm omegas and claim them is a must. You can pick where they are.

I'm also a huge fan of MPreg so if you want to make it into a multi chapter thing where Ezio has little Volpe babies, I'd give you my first /and/ second born!

++Ezio goes into heat while traveling through Rome and is attacked by guards but Volpe rescues him!
+++Scared and panicked Ezio thinking something is wrong with him.
+++Machievelli is in the HQ when Volpe gets them both back and is super pissed that Ezio never told them he was an omega and states that he's unfit to be the mentor
++++++++Volpe totally tells him off before sweeping Ezio away to /ravish/ him
+++++++++++++++++++++So much love during and after sex.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++Super sensitive on nipples, hips, and area around the ear
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Mpreg
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++slow build multi chapter fic

I love all of you who are considering this prompt! I love you all!

seconding! someone please fill this ;~;

Thirsting so haaaaaard!!

Seriously! Soooooomeone!

I can't write for shit!

New to the community here, and first time doing a fill (even if it's a bit late). I've realized that the kink meme doesn't seem to be very active anymore...? Oh well. :/
Also, I've only ever played Black Flag, so I'm sorry for any inconsistencies and inaccuracies. I'm doing this entirely off the wikia.

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He could taste blood and gunpowder. It laid bitter on his tongue, proving to be a terrible combination with the acidic taste of fear and pain, both emotional and physical. A dull throb spread from his chest to each individual wound, wave-like, intense.

His only consolation was that his sister and mother were both alright, and that the civilians of Monteriggioni had managed to get to safety, but even that wasn't enough of a comfort to wash out the guilt of letting his guard down. It was his fault that his uncle was dead, that Caterina had been captured.

His head spun, dizzy with exhaustion and anger and pain as he slowly covered ground to Rome. The horse jostled his wounds with every gallop, but he had lon since adapted to that.

(In the back of his mind, Ezio was pretty sure there was something he had forgotten, but he was to overwhelmed to process that properly)

It was then that he realized he was swaying on his horse and he blinked, trying to clear out his wavering vision. But he was tiring. His body had long since stopped producing the adrenaline he had been running on. Everything seemed a little darker, everything seemed a little quicker, images of the moving world blurring. Saliva pooled in the back of his mouth, his stomach felt strange and his world tilted sideways.

Darkness crept upon Ezio like he imagined Death would and he landed with a thud on the ground.

As he slipped away, his last thought was that he didn't think he had ever felt worse.

-

"Ezio! Where are you?"

It was a cowardly thing to do, but Ezio was hiding.

At the age of twelve, still young and uncertain, Ezio was prone to certain ways of thinking. One of which was to look up to his brother and father greatly. Both were powerful alphas in their own rights, dominating and authoritative and powerful. Naturally, Ezio wanted to be just like them. Sure, his mother was great - better than great, actually - she was soft and nice and caring and wonderful, but his mother wasn't who he wanted to be.

At the age of twelve, young and uncertain, Ezio's secondary gender had yet to be determined, but he wanted to be alpha. He related far more with his brother and father than with his mother. He had the build, the potential to be alpha, and powerful and in control. He didn't want to be anything but alpha.

At the age of twelve, still young and uncertain, Ezio was due to present soon. This couldn't be it though. It didn't feel right. It felt weird.

He panted softly, hugging his knees to his chest as wave after wave of unbearable heat crashed down on him. He was sweating furiously, but too stubborn to take off his clothing to relieve the heat. His cheeks were flushed and his vision was blurred. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. His father hadn't told him anything about an unbearable heat and itch at the time of presenting.

(His mother had though, he realized, but not giving the realization any thought. He hadn't been paying much attention at the time, but he had remembered, only to bury the memory deep, because Omegas didn't have autonomy and Ezio liked his autonomy)

A strangled whimper fell from his mouth as the feeling intensified and his breeches were now getting soaked with something other than sweat. His stomach was cramping, it hurt so bad, and there was just so much want and desire in him...

This isn't real, this isn't real...

This wasn't how he had imagined his presenting to be like. He hadn't developed a knot at the base of his cock as his brother had said he would. He didn't feel empowered. He felt betrayed and he was an Omega.

He twitched and trembled, trying to stay as still as possible even as his body begged for things he didn't understand.

Footsteps. He stilled, entire body going tense with dread and anticipation all rolled into one.

"Ezio?" the voice was closer now, no longer separated by walls and doors. Light flooded the small storage room Ezio was hidden in, swathed in a cocoon of blankets that served little purpose but to fuel the heat. The flash of anger he felt caught him off guard, because it was his mother there and she wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want the fragrant scent that wafted towards him and he didn't want the small, soft hands that placed themselves on his body.

But what was it that he wanted?

That thought sent a tremor of relief through him and he clung to her for comfort as his world dissolved into uncontrollable fire and want.

When he was lucid once more, and mortified, the subtle changes in the behavior of his father and brother towards him were all he could think about and he swore to never succumb to such weakness again.

-

Ezio opened his eyes to an entirely different place, feeling worse than ever. He could barely remember the dream he had, but something was telling him it was a premonition of the future. An omen of ill.

But then his attention was taken by movement near him and the thought disappeared back into the void, crushed under the numerous other worries that the present brought him.

He had things to do and dreams were just dreams...

Right?

-

That feeling when you suddenly realize you've been making Freudian and Lacanian references in your writing...
This is pretty short, but I hope you like it!

This was awesome! I can't wait for more, anon! I look forward to your next post!

😊🤗

Messed with the timeline a bit. Leonardo and Ezio meet in 1472 instead of 1476 b/c I needed Leo for flashback/background. Taking important tests (seven in three weeks!), so I’m not going to be able to update very often (or with very long updates). This chapter isn’t very good in my opinion and more of a filler than anything, but, it’s the last part before the action, I promise!

-

A painting.

His mother had guilt tripped and cajoled him into going out for a painting.

It was just a painting! What could be so important about it that she would pull him out of his well-deserved peace and solitude in his room? Okay, so he had been sulking and generally terrified of going out for the past few days, but that was with good reason. Reason that was good enough for him to have even spent his birthday holed up there. He didn’t trust scent nullifiers, always afraid that someone might find out what he was and thus had holed himself up in his room for two months after enduring days of his brother and father’s subtle attitude change.

They had kept hovering over him as if he were delicate. They stopped talking about heavier topics when he was near. They didn’t let him have his space or independence at all! Even when he was using the scent nullifiers, the two alphas wouldn’t stop their irritating behavior. His omega scent still lingered around him and Ezio hated it. Omegas were oh so precious and delicate and had to be treasured and protected.

Ezio wasn’t helpless. He wasn’t! He hated being treated like this, like he was in need of protection, like he was some weak omega. He wasn’t though. And no matter how much his father and brother would try to understand, they couldn’t because they were alphas and they had no idea what losing their autonomy felt like. And if his father and brother, of all people, treated him so differently, how would others, strangers treat him? He shuddered at the thought.

Ezio could only be glad that heats, the only time it was impossible to nullify your scent, only came once a season.

But his was fast approaching and where was he? Instead of being locked up in his secure, isolated room, he was out here, accompanying his mother for a goddamn painting, of all things. He knew he was sulking as he trailed behind his mother, but he couldn’t help it. He was nervous as hell, coming out here so close to his heat. His eyes darted from person to person nervously, lingering on the alphas. But then his mother sped up.

Wrapping his coat tighter around himself, Ezio hurried after his mother as she disappeared behind a door, unwilling to be left in the crowd.

-

It was in the middle of their talk that Niccolo suddenly paused and scented the air, eyes narrowing. Ezio’s reactions was immediate, still on high alert despite his injuries, and he tensed, crouching just slightly and scenting the air himself.

He couldn’t smell anything beyond the usual, not that he had been here long enough to know what the usual was. He could smell Niccolo, scent subdued under a scent nullifier, but still strong enough for Ezio to scent (because he was an omega, but that thought did not cross his conscious mind). There didn’t seem to be anything threatening or strange though, but Niccolo was frowning and Ezio’s nerves were practically shot to hell. He didn’t know why, but after waking up, he had been dealing with the stress exceptionally badly. Perhaps it was because of what he had lost in the siege and how hard that had hit him, but he wasn’t certain. He had become jumpy and tense on the way over, nearly having thrown himself into a stack of hay twice due to bumping into someone.

Niccolo was looking at him strangely now. Frowning and shaking his head in exasperation. “Come on, we should go,” he said, before turning to leave. Ezio gazed after him for a moment, immobile and confused at the sudden irritation and exasperation in the other assassin’s voice.

Nevertheless, he followed.

(Somewhere in his mind, the action had struck a chord of anxiety buried so deep, he could barely feel it)

-

The man was a contradiction.

The subtle, yet somehow overpowering scent the other radiated contradicted his body language and attitude. He was too gentle, too passive, too Omega to be an alpha. Yet his scent said otherwise.

A newcomer to Florence, the young artist had warmly welcomed his mother into his workshop. The workspace was in a state of organized chaos, half unpacked canvases and brushed on tables and hanging off shelves. There were paintings in various stages of completion and sketches that were worked on a great deal more. The place was relatively bare, lacking furniture, but it looked crowded because of all the bits and bobs strewn all over the place.

Ezio watched the older man warily, glancing occasionally at his mother who was talking to the blonde. He was being ignored in favour of the two discussing a painting and he only kept his mouth shut because of that scent, terrified that his voice might reveal anything his scent did not.

However, after a while more of staring at the two who seemed determined to ignore him, Ezio began to relax, his attention wandering to the unfinished paintings and strange sketches. He drew closer to them. Strangely, they made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Incomplete, that’s what they were, and they looked nothing like the paintings Ezio was used to seeing. It was like looking at person, perhaps, and not being able to gauge if they were alpha or beta or omega. He swallowed at the thought.

“Ezio.”

His mother’s voice had him turning back slowly to face the strange alpha.

“This is Leonardo da Vinci,” his mother introduced, and Ezio found it strange how the alpha allowed an omega to introduce him. “He’s an omega, too.” The alpha was smiling at him, a nervous tilt to his lips, as Ezio stared back, dumbfounded. No, not alpha, omega apparently.

He opened his mouth to comment on this, but all that came out was an incredulous “What?” But his scent! It was that of an alpha! It was hardly believable: male omegas were rare – Ezio knew this because his brother, father and mother had told him repeatedly in an attempt to cheer him up – what was the chance that this scruffy, disorganized painter was a male omega? They were only born to nobility, because only omegas could have male omegas and all omegas married powerful people.

And the other male omega started rambling, seeming uneasy with Ezio’s silence. “Ah, yes, that is… I’ve fiddled with the scent nullifiers, you see, and studied some of the more obscure versions, and, it’s rather amazing what a few modifications can do!” he was definitely rambling now, going from nervous to excited in a matter of moments. “Instead of just suppressing the scent, it suppresses the system entirely!”

“Wait, what?”

And Ezio felt suddenly hopeful. He was never going to lose his autonomy again, never going to feel weak again.

And it was all thanks to Leonardo.

-

It hit him like a ton of stone suddenly, out of the middle of nowhere. Stumbling into the alley wall, Ezio gasped for breath, eyes wide in terror beneath his hood.

Merda, he had forgotten to take his suppressants.

Aw shit, fail. The above post is the fill ^. Sorry...

OP here

(Anonymous) - 2016-05-04 23:43 (UTC) - Expand

Thanks, OP, for your support! Things are starting to heat up, literally.

Warning for attempted rape in this chapter.

-

It had built up over the past few days and Ezio had not recognized the signs. How would he, when his last recollection of such an experience was buried so deep, that it wasn’t even the faintest glimmer in the back of his mind?

Over the past few days he had been rushing around with little to no rest. Gathering information, saving civilians, doing things for Niccolo, completing assassin contracts… It was partially his own fault, as he had insisted on not wasting time. He hadn’t been able to relax, so he used all these tasks to distract himself, leading to him collapsing in exhaustion every time he hit his bed. Even Niccolo was now annoyed at how hard Ezio was pushing himself, saying that Ezio would be no use like that. It had only driven Ezio to work harder.

It wasn’t just the restlessness though. His hips had been aching as well and his sense of smell had increased drastically. On one hand, that was a good thing as his nose had been even quicker than his eagle vision at identifying threats at times; on the other hand, it was terrible, as each little unfamiliar scent made him twitchy and nervous.

Now that he thought about it, it had been especially bad around Alphas.

Today had been a day like any other. Perhaps it was a little hotter than usual, and he seemed to draw a little more attention than usual, and his stomach and hips hurt a little more than usual, but it had been a day like any other. He had killed his target and gotten chased by guards. He lost them eventually, but they had been particularly hard to shake today for some reason.

Still, it had seemed like a perfectly normal day.

Now, scrambling for balance in the middle of an alleyway in who-knows-where, Rome, Ezio cursed himself for not noticing the signs. He had thought that his strange behaviour and aches had been from leftover stress from everything that had happened, but it hadn’t.

He panted softly, feeling heat creep up on him in a frenzy of fire and dizziness. It came suddenly, as if his revelation had triggered it.

Leaning against the wall for balance, Ezio whimpered pitifully as his skin steadily grew more sensitive. His clothing rubbed against him wrong, like sandpaper. It was too coarse, too ill-fitted and too hot. His fingers twitched and he was only able to suppress the urge to get them off by hugging his chest with his arms.

Weakly, he attempted to get going once more, staggering in a random direction. He had to get somewhere safe; it was dangerous for him to be out here in heat, unclaimed. He knew that much, at least, and the very thought of being helpless in the middle of Rome sent a shudder of dread and shame down his spine.

He barely took two steps when the scent of Alpha hit him.

Freezing in place, Ezio carefully scented the air, detecting a whole group of Alphas, at least four, fast approaching. The scent had him seizing up in terror, heart beat drowning out every other sound. Adrenaline surged through him and he felt his mouth becoming dry as he darted in the opposite direction of where the Alphas were coming from.

The heat made him sluggish, and his blurred sight made him clumsy. It didn’t help that lighting was low in the alleyways of twilight Rome, and he barely knew where he was going except away from those Alphas.

His hood flew away from his face as he stumbled, almost falling. Scents were swept away on the wind, but his ears could hear the sound of heavy footsteps that belonged to someone of greater mass and heavier footing than he. Several someones in fact.

Catcalling, laughter and taunts sounded behind him, Alphas who couldn’t control themselves, getting louder and louder.

He swerved, turning the corner with barely any of his usual finesse, only to feel hands grabbing at him.

With a whine of distress, Ezio hit the wall, dazed, and managed not to slump down against it. He weakly turned, pressing his back against the wall to face his attackers with a glare.

It mustn’t have been a very impressive one though, as the response he got was laughter. It was with a sinking heart that Ezio noted he was surrounded by four guards. There was no way he could fight them off in this state. He could only be thankful that he was still coherent enough to think and not be on his knees, begging to be... He couldn’t think it.
“Now, now, no need for that attitude,” the guard closest to him admonished, eyes hungry.

Ezio doesn’t like the way they’re all looking at him, like he’s a piece of meat. Their eyes roam his body and he feels violated even with all the clothing he has on. He presses himself closer to the wall, dropping his glare and biting his lip when he feels slick drip out of him, soaking his breeches. The guards inhale through their noses, and their gazes grow more intense.

Perhaps… perhaps he can still get himself out of this. Alphas are competitive and possessive by nature; maybe he can turn them against one another.

The half formed plan is quickly rejected, however, when the guard that spoke before gave his friends a look and said friends backed off, just slightly. They had an established pecking order, Ezio realized, breath catching in fright as the leader, a giant of a man, approached him.

“S-stay away!”

He was too close, too quickly, and Ezio’s hands flew up in an attempt to stop the guard as thick arms wrapped themselves around him.

Soon, he could feel hands moving against him, groping him without shame and pulling at the fabrics of his robes, which parted for the other after some effort. His own hands pushed against his assaulter desperately and he shuddered as he felt fingers pressing against the cleft of his ass through his breeches. All of a sudden, his face was pressed against the wall and he cried out in surprise as a hard body melded itself against his back. Something hard and hot was poking at his thigh and he was horrified to feel himself hardening in response.

“Don’t be afraid,” a low, greasy voice rasped against his ear as teeth worried the lobe. He sobbed in response.

Ezio couldn’t remember a time he had begged in his life, but the words slipped out, involuntarily in his fear. “Please, please, no,” he pleaded, frantically scrabbling at the wall for leverage. His legs felt weak with terror. Had it not been for the guard, Ezio would’ve fallen, but he would’ve preferred to fall, instead of this.

It felt like all his prayers had been answered when he did fall, knees impacting the rough ground painfully. He slumped against the wall, trying to calm his own breathing as the sounds of metal slicing through flesh rang out behind him.

Thank God, he thought, barely giving a thought to anything except the way he was no longer suffocating under the weight of that Alpha.

Ezio drew in deep breaths, but as the fear started to ebb, the heat returned with full force. He moaned softly, curling up against the wall. The scent of blood made him cringe, but under that was another, familiar scent that made him freeze.

He looked up in apprehension, dread pooling in his gut as he confirmed his suspicions, but shame and self-disgust had him looking away just as quickly.

La Volpe had been the one to save him.

Just so you know, I like to comment after each new chapter.

On that note,

So great! I can't wait for the next one with Alpha!Volpe!!

Sorry for the wait. I had important tests to review for. (Technically I still have tests to review for today, but I've sorta ran out of shits to give)

-

It was silent, except for the sound of his own heavy breaths. There was slick on his thighs and sweat beading on his forehead. He could smell the heavy alpha musk of his ally and he had to restrain himself from reaching for the other, from crawling over and just begging him to-

Ezio hugged himself tighter, ashamed at the desire he could feel tearing through his body. How could he let his instincts control him like this? How could he be so weak? There must be something wrong with him; this wasn’t natural; how could anyone, omega or not, go through this?

The moment stretched out and Ezio’s thoughts took a depressing swerve as La Volpe made no movements.

What must he think now? Ezio couldn’t stand the thought of being judged like that. What if La Volpe found him disgusting for reacting the way he did? What if they thought he wasn’t fit to be an assassin anymore? Omegas weren’t assassins. Omegas didn’t fight and assassins weren’t this helpless.

A strangled gasp tore its way out of his mouth as a hand grasped his wrist gently, the smell of power, of Alpha flooding his senses. He thrashed, struggling to get away and get closer all at once, panic closing up his throat and lust burning through his body.

Then there were fingers rubbing at his wrists, arms hugging him closer and… oh, that felt good… He could feel tension and anxiety draining out of him as his wrists were rubbed. A shudder ran through him as teeth grazed a spot on his neck that made him feel boneless. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” The rumbling voice seemed to come to him through a tunnel and he leaned into the comforting presence that surrounded him.

He barely reacted when he was suddenly lifted and held in an embrace, save for snuggling closer, and his mind drifted away as they started to move.

-

The guards had deviated from their usual path.

That was what had led La Volpe to investigate, leaping down from his usual perch on the rooftops to try and find out what had happened.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he detected the most wonderful aroma. It triggered all those tightly controlled instincts to mark, to claim… If the guards had smelled this, it was no wonder they were in such a hurry. An omega had gone into heat, and the smell was unlike any other omega La Volpe had ever encountered.

His fingers twitched as heat rose in him. Had he had any less self-control, he’d be racing to get to the source of that scent himself. But, even with his self-control, he felt compelled to follow. It was partially out of concern, because who knows what those guards would do, partially out of curiosity, because that scent just seemed familiar for some reason.

Volpe was glad he did follow them though, coming upon the unexpected sight of a familiar man – of Ezio – pinned and whimpering under a larger Alpha.

His own reaction was immediate, anger and possessiveness welling up like a geyser within him and it took him a moment to realize it was because it was Ezio who was emitting that delectable scent. The realization would’ve made more of an impact if he wasn’t growling up a storm under his breath, just itching to kill those guards so he could lay down his own claim.

Volpe didn’t try to stop himself from doing just that, quickly dispatching the three guards who were looking on before yanking the last one off Ezio. Volpe brutally smashed the heel of his palm against the guard’s nose before slitting his throat with more vigour than was strictly necessary. The man didn’t even get to yell out as he died.

His inner Alpha was somewhat appeased by the violence and he fought it down as he cast his gaze towards Ezio, the assassin awkwardly trying to gather himself.

And Dio, was that a tempting sight.

The guard had managed to shed Ezio of his robes and they pooled around him in the most tantalizing way. Luckily, the previous altercation had him feeling more protective than anything, but he still took a moment to compose himself, calming the carnal desire that lurked at the back of the mind of every Alpha and trying not to think about what the assassin would look, claimed and his. It was hard not to, even with clothes covering the curves he had missed before amongst the power in that lithe form.

The pungent, sour smell of shame and fear brought him out of his reverie and Volpe’s attention immediately focused on Ezio as a whole, rather than the curve of his buttocks. Ah, damn those pheromones to hell, but Ezio had the strongest heat scent he had ever encountered in his years. He wasn’t sure he could’ve possibly missed this, but he did.

It was with slight annoyance that Volpe knelt to comfort Ezio. Because, honestly, how did the idiota end up walking around outside while in heat, and how did Volpe not notice that he was an omega? He reached for Ezio wrists, ignoring the way Ezio flailed in panic and rubbed the scent glands located there gently, murmuring comforting nonsense into Ezio’s ear.

The speed at which Ezio responded was unusual, going slack immediately and whimpering softly. It was almost as if he had never been gentled before, and that was a distressing thought. La Volpe frowned. Ezio had probably been using something to suppress his nature, though strangely Volpe had heard of no such medicine. It was a myth in the medical community and had never been confirmed to exist.

If Ezio had been suppressing his nature somehow, it was no wonder he smelled so strongly of heat pheromones and that he reacted so strongly to being gentled. His constant womanizing was more than likely a ruse to prevent anyone from figuring out, he now realized.

Ezio seemed almost completely blissed out by now, so Volpe carefully took the Omega into his arms and hurriedly headed towards where he knew the base of the Assassins to be.

(Just because he needlessly took the highest route possible didn't mean he was becoming possessive. No, he was just protecting the poor Omega.)

This is awesome, but has it been abandoned?

This isn’t abandoned! Sorry, I had so much crap to do in the past few weeks… (Oh god, it’s been that long?) Either way, I managed to finish Brohood not long after posting the fourth chapter and I subsequently went to visit the Ubisoft studio in Shanghai! It was cool af. I saw people designing animals and ships in the AC area. I saw them working on Rabbids and Far Cry Primal. I saw them playing EA games in the common room (?) like place XD. They were playing FIFA, lol. I was fangirling so hard at seeing the Frye twins and Arno and Connor and Edward and Ezio and Altair on posters, banners and the PPT we were shown! I got to see level designing and motion-capture acting (but not in person, through a video… Still pretty cool though, especially the motion-capture of a leap of faith)! *Fangirl Squeal* It. Was. EPIC.

But… Back to the story! I finally have a better understanding of La Volpe and Ezio’s characters!

I suddenly realized that the canon plotline, especially the timeline, might not fit with the story. But, eh, whatever.

-

La Volpe was grounded when he realized carrying Ezio and staying away from rooftop guards was too hard to do at the same time, especially in this area. They had made good time across Rome, but Ezio had wandered quite far from the Tiber Island Hideout, right into a Borgia controlled area. He was on guard as he stalked through the streets of Rome.

It was with a relieved sigh that he came into sight of one of the renovated tunnels and quickly opened the gate. Ezio had done well in ridding areas of Borgia influence and renovating Rome so far. He respected the assassin greatly, even if the man was annoying at times, and that wouldn’t change with the revelation of his other gender. Which was one of the reasons why La Volpe kept such a tight hold on his own desires while transporting Ezio across the city. Had it been anyone else, he would’ve probably left them there after saving them. Or even just ignored them altogether. He wasn’t a saint, after all. He was a thief.

While the tunnels provided a much needed shortcut, La Volpe was beginning to think that it may have been better to travel aboveground. At least there, the wind would disperse Ezio’s scent but there wasn’t much of a chance of that happening down here. So, he breathed through his mouth, still inhaling Ezio’s heat scent, but not as intensely as before. He gripped onto Ezio’s still blessed-out form tighter. ‘

He would not take advantage of Ezio.

Desire itched under his skin and sweat beaded on his forehead but he managed to reach the hideout without incident, just as Ezio came out of his trance.

-

Machiavelli wasn’t gullible or naive. In fact, most people who knew him would’ve called him the epitome of pragmatic cynicism, though he personally thought that was a little over the top. There was always someone who was ‘more,’ after all.

Either way, this meant he never let expectations or assumptions shape his view. He was always on guard for the unexpected, always thinking of the route to take that would lead to the most certain and most secure conclusion. This was why his personal code of conduct said to never let an enemy live unless their death would empower other hostiles. This was why he had been so irritated at Ezio’s decision of letting Rodrigo Borgia live. In the end, he had been right, and the decision had come to bite them back in the form of the Monterigioni Siege.

He did not take on a haughty attitude for that though. Whatever happened was in the past and acting superior or angry about the entire debacle would only serve to anger Ezio and reduce their overall productivity. There was no point and nothing to forgive. To act as if there was would be a show of foolish stupidity. They could only work to change the future.

That was all in the past.

Now, in the present, Niccolo felt shock take him by the throat for perhaps the first time in his life. He stood stock still, surprise and anger written over his face as La Volpe walked in, carrying a half dressed Ezio that stunk of heat.

Understanding hit him like a tidal wave. Wet, cold, and soaking him to the bone.

Ezio was a fucking Omega.

And he never told them. Ezio never told Niccolo.

Because they must have known. It wasn’t possible that they didn’t know.

Niccolo was usually cool headed, but now he found himself glaring with a snarl, even as Ezio cringed and La Volpe’s narrowed his eyes. The old fox’s entire posture was tense with self-restraint and Nicoolo felt a beat of smugness at being not even close to affected by Ezio’s heat scent.

“You’re an omega,” he hissed, his voice sharp, but not betraying the anger he wanted to voice. He didn’t let Ezio or Volpe answer, but he noticed how Ezio bowed his head in shame, clinging more to La Volpe and the old fox’s lips thinning with displeasure. “You’re an omega and you never told us? Do you know how much trouble you could’ve caused? How utterly irresponsible you have been? One slip up and you could’ve ruined everything! You aren’t fit to be Il Mentore of the Brotherhood if this is what you go and do. Endangering both yourself and the entire Brotherhood like this, what were you thinking?!”

He was cut off by a snarl and his eyes narrowed at the way La Volpe’s pupils dilated, entire body emitting hostility. “You haven’t the right to scold him. If Ezio wanted to safeguard this aspect of himself then he was right to do so. Especially from people like you,” La Volpe retorted, voice cold and much calmer than he looked.

For a moment, Niccolo was stunned and confused into silence. By the time he had recovered enough to think to demand what on earth La Volpe was implying, the thief had already left, Ezio still in his arms.

-

Ezio lay stiffly in La Volpe’s arms as the other stormed away from Machiavelli. He could only be glad that his recruits were all away on missions and not here to witness the thief and the previous de-facto leader of the Brotherhood ripping into each other. Especially while Ezio was in heat and Machiavelli was still being suspected of being a taitor.

Il Mentore, though.

Ezio wasn’t sure if he felt touched that Machiavelli had been considering him for that position, disappointed that he’d probably retract it, or just overwhelmed and ashamed at his current situation.

But La Volpe had defended him and had even resisted his heat scent all the way over.

He kept silent, a tightness in his chest building as La Volpe kicked open a door to a guest bedroom in the hideout and deposited Ezio on the bed.

His breath caught in fear as he bounced once before settling.

He knew it. Even if this was La Volpe, who had refrained from claiming Ezio all the way over, the thief was still planning to take him.

He squeezed his eyes shut. La Volpe was still an alpha, and what alpha wouldn’t take an omega in heat? After all, omegas were good for nothing but warming beds and bearing children. He felt tears trickle from his eyes as he braced himself for the feeling of a heavy body over his, pressing him into the mattress.

Ezio flinched as something fell onto him, only to blink his eyes open in surprise when he realized that it was a blanket. He looked up at Volpe, who had exasperation written into the tensed lines of his face.

“Don’t look at me like that. Sleep off the heat as much as you can, Ezio. I’ll make sure everyone knows to leave you be,” the other informed him, turning to leave. However, Ezio quickly reached out and grabbed his cloak before he could.

“W-wait,” his own voice sounded small and scared, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t think he’d be able to endure a heat like this alone. It was already bordering on unbearable, a raging inferno trying to break free within him. He took a deep breath. Ezio wasn’t completely certain about this, about how vulnerable it might make him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It wasn’t so much that he wanted an alpha and La Volpe was there, but that he didn’t think he could bring himself to do this with any other alpha.

“Share my heat with me.”

Loved it! I'm so glad it hasn't been abandoned! I can't wait for the next chapter!

Okay, so, I swear there’s a good reason to my lateness. I’m not used to writing fluffy smut. Nope, not at all. I can write super-possessive smut, obsessive-bordering-non-con smut, actual non-con smut, rough smut, but fluffy sweet smut? Never tried it… (I also have a couple of essays/research papers to write, but… well…)

I hope this is good enough…

-

As soon as the words were out of Ezio’s mouth, La Volpe stiffened in surprise. He turned, slowly, and carefully studied Ezio for a moment, not daring to breathe. His control was close to snapping, his inner beast rising to the surface.

Ezio was panting softly, looking distressed, but determined. He held his gaze for a while, but when La Volpe didn’t answer, he let go and lowered his gaze.

“What are you saying, Ezio? I don’t want to take advantage of you,” La Volpe bit out, trying to breathe as little as was possible. His beast was slamming itself against the iron walls in his mind, trying to break through. But La Volpe respected Ezio too much to let it free.

“You won’t be,” Ezio immediately replied, head snapping up to glare at him. And there was the Ezio he knew, determined and strong against all odds. He could still scent the apprehension in the air, but Ezio had managed to push it back. “I know I won’t be able to bear this heat alone, La Volpe. I need you.” Ezio was practically begging by now, but what really destroyed the last barrier was when Ezio shifted expression into something much more seductive and smiled, tugging one side of his shirt past a shoulder.

The walls came crashing down and La Volpe pounced.

-

Ezio was too far gone to protest when a heavy body pressed him down into the mattress. The heat inside him had been steadily rising, growing to a crescendo. He could barely think, it happened too fast. It overwhelmed him suddenly, and he didn’t have to presence of mind for intelligent thought beyond what could get that Alpha – La Volpe – to get the hell over here and fuck him.

(In some small, forgotten, rational part of his mind, guilt and terror battled for ground)

The kiss was surprisingly chaste, a mere brush of lips on lips. La Volpe pulled away slightly, hands sliding down Ezio’s arms to rest on his wrists. His face was twisted between lust and guilt and he seemed to fight with his urges for a moment before lust won out. “I’m sorry.”

And then he was everywhere, teeth nipping at Ezio’s bared neck, fingers caressing Ezio’s toned stomach and chest and pushing his shirt out of the way. Ezio hummed as the touch left trails of fire in its wake. It burned, but it burned so good, soothingly. He wanted more. He was hard and flushed, and every brush of robes against his heated skin made the flames jump higher.

But then his breath caught and an embarrassing moan fell from his lips as those fingers caught his nipple on the way up. La Volpe stilled above him, hands coming to a stop at his sides. Then, those fingers made their way back, and a rough thumb rubbed at the stiff pink nubs on his chest. “Ah… ah…” he bit his lip, feeling his blood rush and shivers run through his body. It was like he had been struck by lightning, in a way that made him arch up into the touch for more.

And then Volpe’s mouth was kissing down his chest and… and… “Mio Dio!”

Warm, wet heat closed itself around the sensitive flesh as its twin was squeezed between two fingers and twisted. Ezio dissolved into incoherent cries as Volpe continued to nip and twist, whole body trembling and hypersensitive. It was almost torturous, this pleasure. Intense, but not nearly enough to bring him relief. He could feel slick dripping from him as the stimulation continued.

Tears gathered in his eyes; it was too much. This heat was too much. His hands rose and fisted themselves into sheets above his head as he panted for breath.

He twisted weakly and squirmed, tears running down his cheeks as the older man showed no sign of stopping the gentle, but all too overwhelming assault. It was only when Ezio’s mouth opened in soft pleas of “Please stop! Please… more” that Volpe looked up and drew away, leaving his nipples swollen and red and glistening with saliva.

The alpha gentled him with comforting words and noises, pressing a gentle kiss to Ezio’s forehead and rubbing his side in comfort. His tears were licked away by a deft tongue, and Ezio was boneless again when fingers rubbed that strange spot on his wrists, light like he could just float away.

Before he could though, he yelped as teeth bit into the junction between his neck and shoulder, hard enough to bruise, but not to break skin. The pain was accompanied by a strange sense of pleasure that sparked in his viens. A tongue soothed the spot not long after as if in apology. Teeth continued to nip at his bared neck, worrying the skin there and surely leaving possessive marks behind.

Something warm swelled in the omega and he tilted his head back, giving the thief more access. It felt good to be claimed, to be wanted.

He felt the alpha’s hands on his hips, tugging at his breeches and he eagerly complied with the silent demand, lifting his hips up. It was then he realized that some time ago, Volpe had also undressed, wearing nothing but his breeches that hung low on his hips.

Ezio felt saliva pool in his mouth and he swallowed thickly, transfixed by the bulge there. Before he knew what he was doing, he had flipped them around, hands reaching for the edge of Volpe’s breeches. The alpha seemed startled by the sudden change in position, but beyond a surprised growl, made no move to stop Ezio, so the omega took that as permission.

Inexperienced hands pulled out the alpha’s erection from within its confines and the musky scent drew him in. He lapped at the pearly precome beading at the head hungrily before taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly. The pleased groan made Ezio’s heart swell in pleasure at pleasing his alpha, and his body burned with arousal at the taste of his alpha’s sex.

He reached back, fingers reaching for his own dripping hole to relieve some of the heat that was building, but foreign hands beat him there. He moaned at the feeling of his alpha’s fingers rubbing at his hole, slicking themselves up with Ezio’s slick.

The assassin whined desperately around the cock in his mouth, clenching uselessly in an attempt to urge the alpha onwards. He needed it so badly. It burned and the touch to his rim just made it worse. It felt good, but it also made him feel so empty. He needed something inside him, anything.

He opened his teary eyes and looked up at the alpha pleadingly, begging with his gaze for the other to give him something. Anything to sooth the burn.

Nonsense! I loved the comforting and warring feelings! You're awesome, don't worry about it being late, paper's are a bitch! I can't wait for the next one!

It was awesome! Don't worry about being late, I totally understand. Can't wait for the next one!

Man, altogether, I wrote three thousand words of fluffy ABO porn. Wow.

Enjoy! It’s pretty long this time, comparatively speaking.

-

It was surreal. It was completely and utterly surreal to have Ezio spread out under him like this. Part of La Volpe wanted to stop and just stare at the sight, but a larger part wouldn’t let him.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of the assassin and he couldn’t control his hands or mouth as they explored the pale flesh spread out before them.

The omega was beautiful (he knew that without even having to look), gasping and moaning, and every noise made him want to discover more. He mapped out Ezio’s body with his hands, savouring the feel and taste, finding sensitive spots… but none seemed more sensitive than the omega’s pretty pink nipples.

He toyed with them until Ezio was a sobbing, begging mess on the bed, and he quickly soothed the omega. The thief hadn’t meant to bring tears to the omega’s eyes, but he couldn’t deny that the sight made him even harder than before, a feat he had not thought possible. His erection was practically throbbing, and it was almost painful to keep it confined like this. He quickly located Ezio’s scent glands, rubbing them soothingly before he undressed, tossing away his tunic and cloak. It was much too hot for that.

The thief paused as he looked back down at Ezio, lying there under him vulnerable and compliant. There was something distinctly wrong about the image, but his inner beast loved it.

The sudden rush of heat was not unexpected, and he was barely able to prevent himself from biting down on Ezio’s scent glands, binding the omega to him. He switched, last minute, to the other side of the omega’s submissively bared neck before biting down.

His inner beast rumbled in displeasure at not being able to claim the other properly, but he squashed the urge ruthlessly. He would not forcibly bind Ezio to himself. It was bad enough that he was taking advantage of Ezio’s heat like this, but he would not take away Ezio’s choice like that.

It was the bite that brought Ezio back from wherever he had gone, blissed out from being gentled.

He couldn’t have Ezio the way his inner alpha so desperately wanted, but he could mark him up in other ways. His eyes darkened in hunger as he began to nip and lick lovebites into the pale skin, and bestial pride was all he could feel when the omega tilted his head back for more.

Volpe’s hands moved seemingly of their own accord, tugging down Ezio’s breeches and getting them off. He could smell Ezio’s slick now, the source of that ripe scent and he froze, trying to compose himself.

That was why he was taken so off-guard by the sudden change in position, flipped onto his back by a move that seemed more suited to the battlefield than the bedroom. A growl was startled out of him, but he quickly stopped, watching as the assassin took the lead, reaching for his breeches.

Yes, this felt right, this was Ezio. His inner alpha was uncomfortable, but Vlpe couldn’t help but sigh in relief when the other took control. Or perhaps that was because his prick was finally freed from its cloth prison?

Either way, Volpe didn’t think he had seen anything half as erotic as the sight of Ezio taking a tentative lick at the crown of his swollen endowment before opening wide and taking the head into his mouth. Volpe was no small man, lean perhaps, but not small in any sense of the word. He was an alpha, after all, and all alphas were well-endowed, especially during omega heats. He was average size for an alpha, perhaps even slightly larger and seeing those lips stretched around his cock made him groan out in lustful abandon.

He had to grit his teeth, not wanting to choke Ezio or overwhelm him by thrusting upwards into that delectable mouth, but his hips twitched nonetheless, trying to get deeper. Ezio was sucking now, and Volpe knew that if he didn’t do something soon, he could end up doing something he might regret.

The chance came when Ezio shakily reached behind himself, perhaps to soothe the fire of heat he was experiencing, and Volpe quickly leapt to the chance. His fingers found Ezio’s slick hole first and the vibrations from a muffled whine made him groan in pleasure. He slicked his fingers up, panting heavily and rubbing at that clenching entrance. His eyes tried to etch every detail of Ezio’s face into his mind as more mewls and moans attempted to escape from his full mouth.

Volpe’s lips quirked mischievously and his eyes narrowed.

After a while of teasing the poor omega, the tears appeared again and Ezio’s eyelids fluttered open to reveal his pleading gaze, his eyes almost glowing gold in the dim light.

His breath hitched.

It was that look that robbed Volpe of his control once more and, tangling his fingers in long, dark hair, he pulled the omega off his cock and rolled them over.

Volpe was almost surprised when Ezio didn’t fight the change in position, or the restraining grip on his wrists as Volpe pinned the assassin down again. He half expected for Ezio’s well-honed fight-instincts to take over at the sudden movement, yet all Ezio did was whimper and spread his legs further apart.

Without further ado, the thief lowered his head to give Ezio a tender kiss, swallowing up the yelp of pleasure that came from the sudden intrution of his fingers into the omega’s ass.

There was a filthy squelch, and Volpe’s fingers met little resistance as they pushed inside. Ezio was practically dripping with slick, and his heat had made him loose and ready. His hole took two, three, four fingers with only slight resistance and Volpe continued kissing him with tongue and teeth, again and again, throughout the quick preparation.

But before long, it became too much to bear. Ezio’s ripe scent surrounded him, his inner walls clamping down on Volpe’s fingers and his hands tugging at the grip Volpe had on his wrists.

They were both getting desperate, and his inner beast was impatient.

He swiftly pulled out his finger and, once again using his mouth to muffle the disappointed whine Ezio made, slowly pushed in with something larger.

Their moans of appreciation became lost in their kiss.

-

The feeling of being filled was glorious.

It quenched the fire that blazed through him to a manageable degree and, despite the slight burn that stretched him open, the friction against his walls made him shiver in pleasure.

But the alpha was going slow, agonizingly so.

Ezio clenched around the intrusion in him, trying to urge his alpha on, but it only made his alpha groan and shudder to a stop, breathing heavily. He whined, impatient and wanting, and squirmed in an attempt to gain friction.

“Ezio, Ezio, dio – stop that!” His alpha growled, with hungry eyes and gritted teeth.

The omega immediately froze at the growled command from his alpha, bearing his neck submissively to calm and appease the predator above him. He bit back a whimper as his alpha pulled out slowly, chest feeling tight with fear and shame.

His alpha didn’t want him.

Oh, no, no, no. Had he displeased his alpha? Was his alpha going to leave him? He couldn’t, not now!

But before Ezio could work himself into a panic, strong arms moved him, easing him into a new position.

He looked down at his alpha in confusion, now sitting on the alpha’s hips while his alpha lay on the bed below him. His alpha’s swollen need was settled snugly between Ezio’s dripping cheeks, just shy of penetration.

“Ezio, I don’t want to hurt you. You should have control over this.” The surprisingly calm words took a moment to register in the omega’s brain, and when they did, Ezio wasn’t very sure what to feel about them. It felt strange to him, that this alpha – his alpha – was letting him take control.

(Deep down he felt thankful though, and guilty and relieved all at once and he wanted to cry)

Nonetheless, the assassin reached behind himself and gripped the alpha’s impressive member and, positioning himself, dropped down without hesitation. They both cried out at that, Ezio from the sudden fullness and Volpe, presumably, from the hot, wet heat that suddenly enveloped his member.

The flames retreated once more and pleasure took its place, but that didn’t last long. Soon, his body, was demanding more friction, more movement, and Ezio shakily obeyed, rising up on trembling legs and letting the member in him almost slip out before dropping back down again. He had to brace himself on his alpha’s chest for the next motion as his legs felt too weak to lift him on their own.

He whined softly as hands gripped his hips in a bruising grip, helping him rise and fall and subtly changing the angle. Soon, his alpha was meeting his rise and falls with thrusts of his own and it was then that Ezio practically screamed as something was hit, dead-on, by the next thrust. He couldn’t help clenching and his alpha growled, sitting up and pressing closer.

Ezio wrapped his arms and legs around his alpha as the older man fucked into him leisurely. It was a bit awkward, considering that Ezio was practically wrapped around the thief, their bodies slotting together in a way that felt more than right. He was able to enjoy the slow pace for a while, enjoy how they fitted one another so perfectly and the utter rightness that was their union, before his body again demanded more, and fire blazed through his veins.

“A-alpha,” his voice sounded foreign for some reason, a weak, pleading whine, “More, please, h-harder, ah-” He wasn’t even able to finish his pleas before he was lifted off his alpha’s member and flipped over, again, and then… Then his alpha was pushing into him at a punishing pace, punching the breath from his lungs and setting off sparks behind his eyes.

Ezio could barely catch his breath as his alpha quickly pulled out and thrust back in, setting a furious pace that had yet to appear during their mating. Teeth latched onto his neck again and he gasped at the sensation, unable to vocalize his overwhelming pleasure.

When he finally got his breath again, he couldn’t do anything except whimper and moan beneath his alpha’s attentions, feeling his pleasure cresting. He could tell his alpha was nearing his completion, as well, since each thrust began to pull on his rim in a way that tightened the knot of tension in his belly.

He was on the edge, struggling to find a way to convey this to his alpha, but then his alpha moved away from his neck and a tongue flicked out against his ear, causing him to yelp in surprise. And then a bite that sent that last bit of pleasure through his veins. His vision went white and he was gone.

He could hear his alpha groan into his ear, stilling as he swelled in him and tied them together. Wet warmth filled him and his heart lightened at the beautiful feeling.

He basked in the afterglow, curling into the protective arms of his alpha who had collapsed beside him.

But as the afterglow began to wear off, his rational mind came back to him along with that horrible guilt.

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That

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Beautiful

I can't wait for more!

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?

-

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.

-

Is it just me, or does Volpe's speech seem weird? Very weird.

I loved it! Can't wait for more!

Ezio's reaction to Leonardo's whereabouts was perfect! Un tesoro, amico mio!

And I love how Machievelli is actually not totally being an asshole, that's always a nice surprise.

This really just gave me such a pick me up, I've been having a lot of problems with my health lately but this really helped. Can't wait for the next one!

OP Here again

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Sorry about that, guys. I went on holiday (to Rome, Florence, Naples, and Venice :D ) and I didn’t have my laptop. I’m back now though.

Short chapter is short.

Also, Cesare is coming soon. The evil handsome asshole. Leonardo, too.

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Ezio hadn’t seen La Volpe in three weeks. Granted, he hadn’t been making much of an effort to seek him out, religiously avoiding the thief’s usual haunts.

Missions had been strange for him to go on without suppressants, not that he had a choice with Leonardo where he mostly likely was. He hoped to God that the other Omega was okay. Leonardo wasn’t like him, after all. Despite the both of them smelling like Alphas and probably just as strong as any Alpha out there, Leonardo was a pacifist, a gentle soul who wouldn’t even harm a fly. He would rather be assaulted than hurt someone by fighting back.

His worry over his dear friend had caused him to get distracted again and again recently and it was only thanks to his own quick thinking and occasionally his scent – which was strangely effective in distracting Alpha guards – that kept him mostly unharmed.

This morning though, something strange had happened. He woke up extremely nauseous and stumbled to the bathroom where he promptly threw up into a bucket. Machiavelli walked in halfway through his retching and promptly walked the other way again. Not two seconds later, one of his Omega recruits, Lovina, rushed into the bathroom, her worry for him noticeable. She knelt down next to him and rubbed his back as he coughed and gagged, his stomach lurching. Machiavelli hovered awkwardly at the doorway as Ezio retched and threw up again.

“Ezio,” the alpha began hesitantly, “Are you… ah… okay?”

Panting, Ezio thanked his recruit before shooting a glare in the Machiavelli’s direction. “I’m fine,” he snapped, staggering to his feet with the help of Lovina. “Go away.” The Alpha was only too happy to obey. Lovina rolled her eyes before frowning again and supporting him back to his bedroom and settling him on the bed. “Grazie, Lovina.”

His throat was sore and there was a terrible taste in his mouth. Lovina handed him a cup of water which he quickly downed. Ezio waved Lovina off assuring her that he was fine before sprawling backwards onto the bed.

This did not bode well for the rest of his day.

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As predicted, the rest of the day did not go well. It seemed like his nose was hypersensitive. He was continuously nauseous throughout the day, especially when near marketplaces or the Tiber River with their too strong scents (must be all those bodies he dumped in there).

So, he climbed to the top of a good viewpoint of the city for some fresh air and relaxation, but found his chest sore from the workout. It was probably a good day as any to take a break, Ezio decided, feeling uncharacteristically tired. It was only noon and the sun was out, but luckily summer was not yet here. Curling up on the roof, his eyes drifted closed and he fell asleep.

When he woke up, here was an eagle staring at him and the guards below had somehow tripled. The sun was near the horizon, signalling that at least five hours had gone past. The omega cursed colourfully. Worst thing was, he was feeling sick again. He didn’t think he could climb down like this.

Grimacing, Ezio shakily got to a crouching position at the edge of roof (the eagle squawked in alarm and flew off) and took a deep breath. Thank god for haystacks, he thought as he executed a leap of faith off the roof.

The wind rushed past his ears with the familiar sensation of freefalling and he landed painlessly in the haystack below… Only to jump out as fast as possible and throw up onto the street.

Tears stung his eyes as he panted, trying to stay as still as possible and recover. The nausea slowly faded and Ezio froze as he became aware of a group of approaching guards. Without further delay, he lurched to his feet (ignoring the responding lurch of his stomach) and ran the other way as fast as he could.

He didn’t stop until he was back at the hideout where the smell of the river had him throwing up yet again.

-

The next few days passed much in the same vein, worrying his recruits and possibly Machiavelli. He couldn’t be sure though, since the other man was strangely skittish around Ezio. When Ezio asked his omega recruits about it, they had shared a look and rolled their eyes, muttering something uncomplimentary about alphas.

In the end, Machiavelli apparently did care because he was given a stern order to rest by the alpha.

“But – “

“No, Ezio, you’re sick. As much as you might want to argue otherwise, you have been throwing up continuously over the past few days. You cannot go on missions like this. It’s too risky. You’ve trained your recruits well, they can take care of thing for a while. I’m getting your mother and sister. If your condition doesn’t improve in a few days, I will call a doctor.”

And that was it.

Two hours later, his sister was hugging him, worried out of her mind. “Are you alright, brother? I heard you were sick,” she fussed, frowning down at him in worry.

“I’m fine, Claudia,” Ezio responded with a smile.

“My son,” Maria Auditore pulled her son into a hug next and sniffed at him delicately. Suddenly, she pulled back, giving him a strange look. “You’re off your suppressants.”

“Yes, Leonardo…” Ezio trailed off, biting his lip and frowning in worry. “He’s been taken by the Borgia.” Saying it aloud seemed to make it all the more real and tears started to gather in his eyes. He wiped at his face furiously, uncertain as to why he was suddenly crying.

“Oh, Ezio, are you sure you’re alright?” his sister immediately began fussing again at the uncharacteristic behaviour.

But his mother just raised an eyebrow. “Is there anything we should know about, Ezio?” she questioned calmly. When she was met with confusion, she frowned and elaborated. “Did you take a mate?”

The response was immediate and the omega went beet red and spluttered. “What, no! What makes you think that?” Machiavelli stood to the side looking highly uncomfortable, especially when Maria glanced his way. Ezio practically flailed at the suggestion while Claudia snickered. “Nothing has happened between me and Niccolo, mother!”

“Have you been having unprotected sex with alphas then?” This time, both Claudia and Machiavelli looked over at the elder omega, half scandalized while Ezio groaned and buried his head into his hands.

“No, I – “ Ezio paused, remembering how his heat, which he had pushed to the back of his mind, had crept up onto his unaware. He flushed further. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because, my son," Maria began slowly, "I need to know who to threaten for getting you pregnant.”

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My vacation was awesome, thanks for asking. I went to the top of both the Castel Sant Angelo and Basilica Sant Pietro :3

This chapter: Ezio dealing with feelings, omega hormones and alpha stupidity, Leonardo’s adorable self, and Cesare being an evil bastard. Like always. Even though he doesn’t actually appear.

Ezio actually wasn't meant to behave the way he does in this chapter, but it sort of just happened XD I'm satisfied with it though.

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Pregnant.

He was pregnant.

With La Volpe’s child.

Ezio could not wrap his mind around that fact and was completely at a loss as to what to feel about it. Perhaps he should hate all this because he was no longer allowed to go out on missions. In fact, he wasn’t even allowed to go out alone at all. Which was why he was taking a walk throughout Rome with an escort of two of his best alpha recruits, Flavio and Alessandro, who kept glaring at everyone who approached. Machiavelli had ordered it, concerned and worried, and Ezio would be angry – because he could take care of himself, thank you very much – but he was too troubled to care about alpha stupidity. Plus, he had seen the glare Lovina had given Machiavelli. The alpha wasn’t going to get out of this unscathed.

His mother had been a kind of scary, the scariest kind of scary because she had been smiling a smile that promised death. She obviously thought he had been taken advantage of, but was trying to protect whoever had done it.

He hadn’t been taken advantage of though. No, he had taken advantage of La Volpe. He scowled at the ground. He was terrible; he should be apologizing to the alpha for doing that to him. And now he was with child.

Ezio stopped so abruptly that his two recruits almost walked into him and he placed his hands on his still-flat stomach. La Volpe… he didn’t think that the thief wanted children; Ezio wasn’t sure if he himself wanted children. But he had brought this life into being through his own mistakes. He wasn’t sure if he should tell La Volpe about it. That would be the right thing to do… but he didn’t want La Volpe to feel obligated to him. To force the other man to tie himself to Ezio through this would be beyond selfish, especially when it was Ezio who had used his heat to seduce the older man in a moment of weakness in the first place.

He bit his lip in indecision. To tell or not to tell…

He sighed and shook his head. Whatever La Volpe wanted to do, it was best to tell him about the whole pregnancy. Keeping the other in the dark was wrong. It would be taking away the thief’s freedom in a way chains never could. La Volpe deserved to know from him. After he had done that, he would begin looking for Leonardo. He was sure the Papal guards would be much more willing to give information to harmless-looking pregnant omega than an alpha assassin.

“Maestro?” Flavio sounded worried at his behaviour.

Ezio smiled at his recruit in assurance. “I’m fine.”

The Omega master assassin then took a deep breath and began walking with a renewed sense of determination in the direction of La Volpe Addormenta. He would run if he could, but with his current omega-style clothing, he would only succeed in tripping and falling.

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“Ezio.”

The thief was cautious in his greeting, a hesitant sort of smile at his lips. His next action was to glance at Ezio’s choice of clothing with a hint of surprise. Ezio found the sight strangely endearing. La Volpe had appeared from seemingly nowhere, as always, when Ezio had wandered in with his escorts. Said escorts were currently glaring at a couple of alphas who were looking at Ezio a little too intently for their liking.

La Volpe glanced towards them, his smile becoming a little tighter.

“I have something to tell you,” Ezio informed the other. “Do you have somewhere we can converse in private?”

“Of course. We can use one of the rooms upstairs,” the thief inclined his head in a motion for Ezio to follow before turning towards the stairs. Ezio followed, along with Flavio and Alessandro.

The two alpha recruits agreed to stand guard outside the room. Not two seconds after the door had shut behind them, Ezio blurted out, “I’m pregnant,” without any preamble whatsoever.

It was almost comical to see La Volpe stiffen and turn around slowly, eyes wide in shock, but Ezio was a little too nervous to feel anything other than, well, nervousness.

He was, however, shocked when La Volpe’s expression contorted into one of guilt and pain. “I’m sorry, Ezio.”

“Sorry?” Ezio echoed in confusion. What did Volpe have to be sorry for? The old thief had done nothing wrong.

“I took advantage of you, Ezio. I should’ve had more self-control. I-“

“No, La Volpe,” Ezio cut in firmly. That was wrong, all wrong. The blame lay with Ezio. Had Volpe been harbouring this guilt all this time? Ezio suddenly felt extremely bad about avoiding the old fox. “You have nothing to apologize for. I brought this one us.”

“You were in heat,” the thief argued, “you could not control yourself.”

“Neither could you, thanks to me! I practically forced myself on you,” the assassin looked away, ashamed. He wished he had his hood on right then, if only to just hide his face.

A pair of gentle hands fell onto his shoulders and he looked up into concerned violet eyes. “Ezio, you don’t understand,” the thief’s voice was gentle, almost patronizing, and Ezio felt a hot flash of anger go through him at the tone, “You’re an Omega, you-“

That anger crested inside Ezio and he cut Volpe off by pushing away from the alpha’s embrace roughly, eyes narrowed in indignation. “I’m an omega so I’m what? Weak? Harmless? Pathetic? What don’t I understand, La Volpe, because I’m an omega? Just because I’m an omega you have to protect me? Because I’m an omega I’m too weak to bear the burden of guilt? I’m too harmless to be anything but innocent? I’m an assassin, La Volpe,” Ezio’s voice grew increasingly louder and he jabbed his finger harshly at the thief’s chest, “I have killed, my hands are stained with blood. I assure you, I’m far from some vapid, spineless omega. I thought better of you, that you would show me the same respect despite knowing what I am, but it seems as if you alphas are all the same!” He spread his arms out in the heat of his speech and glared when the other opened his mouth to interrupt. “You, Machiavelli, even my recruits! All of sudden, I’m some helpless, fragile little creature in need of your protection and sheltering! Just because I’m an omega? Does that somehow negate all my achievements, all my sins and mistakes all in one?” He turned on his heel and slammed the door open. “Stay away from me, Volpe! I don’t need your patronizing attitude, you pazzo di merda!”

“Maestro!”

Ezio whirled around and gestured for his recruits to stay where they were. “Don’t follow me.” He then stalked off again.

“But Maestro Machiavelli said-“

“Screw Machiavelli! I am done being treated as if I were a helpless child!”

Ezio made sure to slam the tavern door as hard as possible on his way out, still burning with rage.

-

La Volpe stared after Ezio’s retreating figure from the top of the staircase amidst a shocked silence. After a moment or two, the chatter started up again and Ezio’s two alpha recruits looked to him for help.

“Maestro, what should we do?”

La Volpe sighed with a heavy heart, looking down guiltily. “Nothing. Ezio is right, we are wrong for treating him that way,” he informed the two younger alphas. They looked at each other and then back at him. He had not meant to imply what he had, but the damage was done. The best thing to do now was probably to wait until Ezio had cooled off and then go and apologize. He now understood that what Ezio had wanted was a reconciliation, not necessarily to take the blame, but to share it. To reach an understanding so that they might come together once more. And he had managed to destroy that with a surge of protectiveness.

“Are you sure?” One of the recruits asked, worried.

“Ezio is very capable, I doubt anyone would pose much of a threat to him,” the thief assured them.

“It’s not that we don’t believe in the Maestro’s strength, but…” the other recruit glanced at his companion before continuing, “He’s both pregnant and unarmed right now. He didn’t take any of his weapons with him this morning.”

La Volpe stiffened upon hearing that. Ezio wasn’t helpless, but he wouldn’t be nearly as capable with what he was wearing, especially without his weapons. “I… I will send a few of my Beta thieves to watch over him. Go back and rest.”

-

Ezio’s anger did not putter out very quickly. Instead, he stormed through the streets of Rome with a countenance so dark, not even the guards dared to bother him. It was only when he realized he had traversed a considerable distance without his own awareness that he snapped out of his anger fuelled haze in favour of exhaustion. With a sigh, he sat down on a nearby bench, cursing his pregnancy for making him so tired.

Now that he reflected on it, he may have overreacted. Just a little. He fiddled with the long, delicately patterned sleeves of his robe and frowned. He had not thought to equip any weaponry this morning, being so lost in thought. With a groan, he realized he shouldn’t have left his alpha escorts. He couldn’t even fight in this blasted omega gown his mother had given him for the purposes of blending in. It was too restrictive.

Sighing again, Ezio cast his gaze to the streets and watched the people come and go and… That was a large platoon of guards. Eight in total, two of them papal guards, seemed to be in formation surrounding something. Letting his natural curiosity get the better of him, Ezio stood up and wandered inconspicuously closer to the formation.

They seemed to be guarding someone. A very familiar someone.

Ezio’s breath caught as his eyes recognized Leonardo amidst the guards. The painter looked positively downtrodden, his gaze cast downwards submissively and his face weary. His usual clothing was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was fitted in the same style of clothing Ezio was wearing.

But, no-

That would mean-

An omega gown of reds and blues. The omega even had a gleaming golden collar fastened around his neck..

The longer Ezio watched the procession, the further his heart dropped. Judging by his dress and collar, Cesare had found out about Leonardo’s true gender, and Ezio’s anger made a reappearance at the blatant claim the Borgia bastard was making. The disappearance of Leonardo’s usual cheer had Ezio’s mind spinning out of control, imagining horrific scenarios of what Leonardo could have gone through. His throat tightened in fear for his old friend.

He carefully crept through the crowd, following the formation of soldiers as they approached a shop, allowing Leonardo some personal space to browse.

He had to free Leonardo. Somehow.

-

He wasn’t exactly sure why Cesare had allowed him into Rome to shop for his own suppliers, but he wasn’t a genius for nothing. He had listened in whenever he could, and he knew that it had something to do with Ezio.

While he was glad for the degree of freedom his shopping trip would give him, he was too worried to enjoy it. Cesare had dolled him up in a colourful omega gown of fine silk and placed a beautiful golden collar around his neck.

Like Leonardo belonged to the alpha.

In a sense, he supposed he did. Fighting back would yield no results and, while Cesare was not as depraved as to force himself upon Leonardo when discovering his gender, the fact that he was an omega seemed to automatically make him a possession. Leonardo had refused the alpha’s advances and he was just glad that Cesare seemed to respect his abilities enough to let it go. He had a feeling that had he not been who he was, the younger man would have not been as accommodating.

Throughout his entire shopping trip, his joy at his sort-of-freedom was overshadowed by worry for Ezio. He had a sinking feeling that Cesare was using him as bait for the loyal assassin, but he couldn’t do much about it except to end this trip as fast as he could. Loathe as he was to return to the cage the castel was, he had no other choice. Knowing Ezio, the assassin would probably rush in trying to save Leonardo.

“I think this is enough, Messer. We should be heading back,” he politely addressed the papal guard next to him.

“Are you certain?” The guard seemed reluctant to let him return so soon, but relented at Leonardo’s nod. It helped that the man was an alpha.

As they departed for the Castel Sant Angelo, Leonardo did not see the shadow tailing them.

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Sorry for being away, but I'm going to be very busy these few months. I'm applying for Oxbridge (yes, those two universities, the ones in England) and the deadline is fast approaching. I didn't want to apply, but my friends/family/teachers are pushing me to do so (I really don't think I'm good enough). I'll be seeing y'all after October (hopefully).

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