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I'm to tired to title this 1/?
(Anonymous) 2010-10-22 08:41 am (UTC)(link)~~~~
“Nel nome del Padre, e del Figlio, e dello Spirito Santo. Amen.” Scarred hands formed the sign of the cross and Ezio murmured the age old prayer before kneeling in deep shadows. He was in a church, the dark somewhat musty rafters of a church but he was inside it for the first time in years.
The assassin drew out an old and much loved rosary and began to recite it in soft Italian. His thought however where not on the prayer or the motions of his hands. He’d hoped that it would cleanse his mortal soul. To lust after a woman was normal, but to lust after a man that was a sin.
As if he did not have enough on his hands, falling in love with his best – and perhaps only- friend… He’d tried everything he could think of to distract himself, bedding women – sometimes more than one at a time – nightly, even taking more assignments from Lorenzo had not helped.
Everything he did made him think of Leonardo. When he bedded a pretty blonde he’d charmed in the market, his mind went to another blonde he’d have much rather been bedding.
That thought sent a familiar ache into his groin and caused the assassin to lose his train of thought and prayer. “This is doing nothing for me.” He murmured looking mournfully at the rosary in his hand. Carefully replacing it where he’d taking it (which was from around a dozing friar’s neck), he crept out the church.
Maybe some strong wine would at least make delivering the latest codex page bearable.
Re: I'm to tired to title this 2/?
(Anonymous) 2010-10-22 08:42 am (UTC)(link)“Maybe a little.” Ezio said with a somewhat sloppy smirk.
“You can barely stand! Get inside.” Leonardo ushered him into the workshop.
“I have something for you.” Even slurred it sounded flirtatious, that didn’t stop Ezio from patting himself down until he found than produced the codex page with a slight bow.
“Sit down before you fall down, idiota.” Leo chided taking the page and moving to his work table and starting to decode it.
“I will not fall. I’m sober enough to climb the rooftops, I can stand just,” the word was followed by a thump as Ezio did indeed topple to the ground. “Fine.”
“I can see that.” The artist sounded more amused than annoyed as he looked down at the heap of assassin, who was smirking up at him. “I can also see that I’ll have to put you to bed before I can work on this.”
It took some struggling but eventually Leo got Ezio mostly out of his armor and robes and into his own bed.
“You should not have to give up your bed to me…” Was the plaintive comment from Ezio as Leo folded his robes neatly before setting them aside.
The blonde smiled softly at that. “Do not worry Ezio, I’ve much to do. I’m sure you will be up and hung over before I seek my bed.”
Re: I'm to tired to title this 3/4
(Anonymous) 2010-10-22 08:42 am (UTC)(link)That earned him a soft chuckle and Leo neatly tucking him in. Impulse kicked in before the Assassin’s drink addled brain could stop it, and he leaned up to press a kiss to the other man’s lips.
It was sloppy and nothing like what Ezio had imagined it to be. But Leonardo had kissed him back, however briefly. Before pulling away flushed all way down his neck, Ezio had never noticed that Leo colored like that when flustered. In his drunken state he wandered just how far down that red went.
“Ezio…I should not have done that…you are very, very drunk…and I-“ He was cut off by another kiss and Ezio tugging him down on to the bed with him.
The second kiss was better than the first, and longer. When they broke apart they were both panting and watching each other out of lustful eyes. Before coming together for another far more heated kiss.
It was difficult to remove Leo’s complicated clothing with drunk –clumsy fingers. In the end the assassin simply broke laces when couldn’t get them untied. He found that if he kept Leo’s both busy with his own, the artist wouldn’t start in on how they should stop. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted this like he wanted revenge for his family. Wanted it so bad it hurt at times.
When he griped Leo’s partially erect member and gave it a firm tug while he sucked pointedly on Leo’s lower lip any attempted resistance died.
Had Ezio been sober it would have been slower and gentler, but it ended up frenzied and rougher than necessary. Not that Leo complained about any of it, in fact he encouraged the Assassin’s actions completely once they were joined.
Their coupling was over probably faster than either liked or wanted to admit, and ended with Leo fetching a damp cloth to clean them both off before curling into bed with the already passed out Ezio.
He fell asleep just as a pair of strong arms pulled him close and Ezio murmured something insensible but content sounding into his hair.
Re: I'm to tired to title this 4/4
(Anonymous) 2010-10-22 08:43 am (UTC)(link)The assassin smiled to himself, he didn’t know who the woman was but she seemed to of fill the void… He mused on that, his hands trailing over his bed partner’s body. And in this exploration he discovered to things. One for such a good smelling lady, she had a lot body hair. Two she had no breasts.
“Mmm go back to sleep…” His companion murmured against his chest…it sound it a lot like…Leo… as carefully as his could he snuck a peek at the other person in the bed with him’s face.
It was Leonardo, and thoroughly contented sleepy looking Leonardo. Not a hairy, flat chested woman. But Leonardo, who he had been pining after for years, and had in one foul swoop managed to bed in a drunken stupor. Probably completely against the blonde’s will.
“Dio mio!” He yelped wrenching himself out of those warm-soft-welcome arms and nearly across the bed room, to stare wide eyed at Leonardo. “What have I done?!”
The blonde sat up slowly running a hand through his tangled hair, and looked from Ezio to the floor and away from Ezio. “Mi dispiace…Ezio I should not of taken advantage of you while you where…not yourself. “ The artist murmured softly.
“Taken advantage of me? When I probably did this without your consent? When I forced my unnatural desires on you, when you’ve done nothing but help me? I am the one that should be apologizing….Not you. Never you.” How like Leo to blame himself. When it had been Ezio’s fault for getting drunk in the first place.
“No, Ezio you did nothing I did not want you too…In fact what you did is something…I have wanted for a long time. I should not of let you do such things while you were not yourself. You should be safe here, from your enemies and from people who would take advantage of you.”
These words struck Ezio almost like a blow across the face. “…You…you wanted this…wanted me?” He murmured staring at his friend with confused amber eyes. “I…I never knew.”
“Si, it’s true. I admire you greatly Ezio, and have often longed to be more than just simply friends. And you did not know because I did not think you would appreciate my interest. After all it’s a different woman every day for you, Ezio. I had thought…”
The assassin swallowed and edged closer to the bed. “I…they…they where to try and distract myself from you, Leonardo…” It came out as a hoarse whisper. “Because had I know…I would of probably done something stupider than this sooner.” He dared to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair behind Leonardo’s ear.
The artist caught a hold of his hand with surprisingly firm grip and looked up at him. “We are truly dense, mi amore. To miss the fact that, that which we both wanted was right here, each waiting for the other to notice.”
Ezio didn’t have a reply to that and followed Leo gentle tug on his hand to join him back in the bed. The artist wrapped both arms around him as soon as he was under the blankets again.
It took the assassin awhile to get used to the idea of being curled up in bed with Leonardo, but it was more than comfortable. Even though that nagging voice in his head told him it was wrong, everything about it felt right. So he told that little voice to take a long walk of a tower, and buried his face into Leo’s hair again.
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And rest
Re: I'm to tired to title this 4/4
(Anonymous) 2010-10-22 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)Re: I'm to tired to title this 4/4
(Anonymous) 2010-10-22 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)I can not get enough of this pairing. Like, seriously, it's a sickness. A delicious cozy fluffy warm fuzzy sexy sickness.