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Leonardo/Ezio. Leonardo tops.

This is so general, and someone already made pretty much the exact same request before.

But it's SO HOT! Seconding this request like lightning! REAL LIGHTNING!

[A/N: the good thing about these random similar prompts… is I’m too slow the tag prompts sometimes… this continues Secret Pastimes, since the theme seems to be pretty popular.]

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“Leonardo, buon giorno.”

“Ezio! So good to see you,” Leonardo smiled warmly, a paintbrush in his right hand and some sort of warped twist of wood and steel in the other. “How can I help you?”

“I came by to visit.”

“Oh.” Leonardo said vaguely, his eyes instantly faraway again now that it had been ascertained that no intriguing ancient scrolls were at hand. “I suppose… there should be a spare chair about here somewhere. Please, have a seat. I am almost finished with this project.”

Ezio stifled a sign, allowing one of Leonardo’s increasingly harried assistants to lead him to the least cluttered chair in the workshop as the Maestro returned to the strange box-like contraption that he was building on one of his work desks. Fluted steel lengths were attached like stubby wings to its sheer sides, some sort of iron boiler set within, and try as Ezio might he could not quite discern its purpose, even as it seemed to fully occupy Leonardo’s attention – at least for the moment.

Ezio never realized how busy Leonardo really was until he had another incentive to drop by the artist’s workshop that didn’t involve ancient scrolls. On the best of days Leonardo seemed stressed, flitting from one project to another, beset constantly by fresh ideas and distractions.

Shuttling from patron appointments to commissions to schematics, often Ezio either found the workshop with its Maestro absent, or was hastily installed in a corner with stale cake and wine while Leonardo directed assistants, sketched, painted, or constructed fancies out of metal and carved wood. It had been nearly a month since the… incident in Teodora’s ‘chapel’, and Ezio was growing restive. He had never stayed so long in a place outside of Monteriggioni on anything but business before, and he was bored: the reason for which he lingered in Venice was far too busy to pay him any sort of attention.

Ezio’s usual reaction to being constantly ignored by any current object of his affections was to heed the adage about absence and hearts growing fonder; besides, it had always been easy to find solace in other, more available such objects. Leonardo, however, was irritatingly different. The incident at Teodora’s had been an eye-opener – he had not been speaking lightly when Ezio had observed that Leonardo had ruined him for others.

Sullenly nursing the glass of passable wine that one of Leonardo’s assistants had handed to him, Ezio watched an oblivious Leonardo tinker with the contraption, wander away to consult a set of notes, and then sidle over to an absolutely unrelated easel to continue work on his sketches. Usually it was a pleasure to watch him work, but mere watching had been all that Ezio had been allowed since Teodora’s. Attempts to engage Leonardo in more intimate fare had been consistently rebuffed.

Draining the glass of wine buffered his confidence, and Ezio placed the empty glass on the nearest work desk, walking silently up to Leonardo’s side. He waited for a lull in the workshop’s activity before slipping a palm down over Leonardo’s spine, drifting down his back.

Leonardo flinched, pencil skewing a long line over the mouth of a sketched figure of a reclining woman. “Ezio!”

“Take a break, Leonardo,” Ezio instructed, inserting as much invitation and promise as he could into his lowered tone. “For me?”

“I am far behind on all my schedules,” Leonardo carefully pulled away from Ezio’s palm. “And this workshop is hardly private. Friends and patrons come by all the time.” The artist’s paranoia was old and ingrained, it seemed.

“We can move to a better location then,” Ezio said persuasively. “Teodora’s, perhaps. Please?”

Leonardo blinked at him slowly, his long, dexterous fingers absently twirling the pencil between them, and then he smiled, indulgent. “Ezio, are you feeling ignored?”

“A little attention would not go amiss.” The irony was not lost on either of them, judging by Leonardo’s widening smile. Usually, Ezio was the one who dictated the steps of any one of his engagements.

“Sadly,” Leonardo reached for an artist’s eraser on the work desk, “I cannot afford any time at this point. Perhaps if you come by in a week?”

“Is that one of your commissions?” Ezio pointed accusingly at the contraption, unable to keep the sharpness from his tone.

“No,” Leonardo said, undeterred, “But while I can turn my attention to it now and then while concentrating yet on my work, if it is you,” the artist trailed one teasing finger up Ezio’s arm to his elbow, over his bracer, his smile turning lazy, “When I work with you I have no choice but to provide you with my… full… and utmost… attention.”

Ezio was not aware that he had stopped breathing somewhere along the line as the finger at his bracer became splayed hands that stroked roughly up his sleeves, culminating in a playful squeeze over biceps that pulled a low gasp from his throat.

Leonardo’s quiet confidence was addictive… and the man was a bloody tease. At the gasp, Leonardo had pressed the pad of his right thumb playfully over Ezio’s lower lip, and then had promptly turned back to attend to his scarred canvas.

Ezio sighed. “And when can I expect this… attention, Maestro, pray tell?”

“The young are so impatient,” Leonardo said, amused.

“I have been more than patient, Leonardo.” Ezio retorted bitingly, his eyes narrowed. “If-”

“Feel free to look for others.” Leonardo did not turn, his tone seemingly lighthearted, but Ezio’s sharp hearing picked up the warning nuance in the last word. “I have work to do, and my engagements at Teodora’s have always been contingent on free time – however rare that may be. I see no reason to change the arrangement because of you, caro mio. But,” he added, as Ezio exhaled irritably, “I will let you know immediately once I am free. Agreed?”

“We can be quick,” Ezio suggested with a purr, with a pointed glance at the stairwell that led up to Leonardo’s private chambers. “It does not have to be at Teodora’s.”

“I have powerful patrons, and as such, also powerful enemies,” Leonardo, apparently unaffected by Ezio's attempts at seduction, finished erasing the errant line and continued to sketch, shading curls of hair. “It must be Teodora’s.”

“I do not have much patience left, Leonardo.” Ezio gave up, heading towards the door.

“Then perhaps learning patience should be your next lesson, beloved.”

“Make me listen, then.” His hand hesitated on the doorknob. “You know the best way.”

Leonardo seemed to relent at that, chuckling. “Very well, Ezio. A week from now, meet me at Teodora’s.”

“A week?”

“Your lesson starts now, caro mio.” The artist’s lip curled, sly and playful. “Patience.”

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Another anon' who is also excited to see where this is going.

I cant get the fucking grin off of my face right now. ilu

[A/N: writing pwp is so difficult -.- so easy to repeat myself.]

II.

Thankfully, God had seen fit to have mercy on his predicament, and a pigeon arrived from Lorenzo the next day with a mission that managed to occupy most of his week. He spent the last two days tightly wound in anticipation, alternatively feeling thankful that Teodora had minor errands for him to run to burn up his time, and alternatively wondering why he had ever thought that rooming in a whorehouse was a good idea.

His presence deterred otherwise violent customers, but the inevitable sounds that filtered through the thin walls were a growing torment that his hand could not assuage. Although the girls were more than happy to assist, Ezio had been wary of Leonardo’s veiled warning; and annoyingly enough, both Teodora and her girls thought it was hilarious to keep trying.

Eventually, short on temper and shorter on sleep, Ezio asked to rest in the room, and somewhat to his surprise, Teodora agreed, sympathetic to the growing circles under his eyes. The girls’ attempts, coupled with the sounds from their clientele and the memory of Leonardo’s hands on his body seemed to catalyze with sexual frustration to make even his dreams a torment.

Curled up on the large bed and trying to avoid looking at the chest, Ezio slept fitfully, so exhausted that even his trained senses did not register the intruder in the room until Leonardo’s voice snapped him out of his dreams.

“A month seems to be your limit.”

Ezio sat up so sharply that spots danced across his vision, instinctively groping for the dagger at his belt, relaxing with a huff of irritation when Leonardo chuckled.

“Perhaps it was a good thing that I did not try to shake you awake.”

“Have you been here long?” Ezio asked, glancing at the candle in the taper on the chest beside Leonardo. It looked as though the artist had been sitting there for at least half an hour.

“You looked tired,” Leonardo said soberly, by way of explanation.

He was seated loosely on the chest, long legs dangling out towards the floor on Ezio’s left, elbows pressed over the bar at the foot of the bed, palms pressed loosely over his temples. Leonardo was dressed in a loose, cream shirt that was folded just above his elbows, open just enough down his chest to reveal an inviting V of flesh, again without his hat. A wide fawn belt held soft dark breeches low on his hips, his feet bared; a pair of boots had been lined neatly next to Ezio’s beside the bed.

Ezio bit down on his instinctive retort, shifting over to the foot of the bed to take a well-deserved kiss, so hungry even for just the taste of Leonardo’s lips that he groaned; the artist slid his tongue expertly under Ezio’s and around and sucked, and Ezio was more than ready to just lie back, spread his legs and beg Leonardo for it like a whore.

Blind desperation was new to him; Ezio shuddered as Leonardo slipped a hand behind his neck, the other stroking down his chest, deftly plucking open the catches at his shirt, cool fingers exploring the dip and arch of corded muscle. Impatient, Ezio grabbed Leonardo’s hand and pressed it over the insistent bulge in his breeches, thrusting pointedly against his palm.

Leonardo chuckled again, pulling away from the kiss despite Ezio’s whine, fingers ghosting between his thighs to press lightly against his tightening balls, then scratching back upwards. “You were making such… noises in your dreams.”

Ezio flushed, but his annoyed snarl faded into a ragged groan as Leonardo squeezed him lightly. “Aah… it would only be natural-”

“Natural?” Ezio did not like Leonardo’s smirk. He was a little too far gone for any games, particularly if it would be anything like the last, being bound and teased until he was wild for Leonardo’s touch.

Losing the last shreds of his patience, Ezio growled, his voice harsh even to his ears, “Come over here and fuck me, Leonardo.”

Leonardo’s eyes darkened, but he did not move. “In here we play by my rules, Ezio, or none at all. Agreed?”

“I have no idea how I managed to utterly miss your inner bastardo,” Ezio said, a little angrily. “You ignore me for a week and I have to all but beg you for this, and then when you are here you still want to play your accursed games!”

“I want to know that I can trust you as more than a friend,” Leonardo said amiably, undeterred by Ezio’s resentment. “I am a busy man, and sometimes I travel. If you cannot bear it, or if you would seek others in the meantime, then I would rather we forget our arrangement and continue only as friends, caro mio.”

“You can trust me,” Ezio said, annoyed at the insinuation. “Even this past month, I have thought of no one but you, and I take rooms in a brothel.”

“Yes, about that-” Leonardo began, with a grin.

“When I am here there is less violence, no deaths,” Ezio scowled, daring Leonardo to object.

To his surprise, the artist merely inclined his head. “No, that is good.” At Ezio’s blink, Leonardo said dryly, “Often doctors are not so keen about running out to a brothel in the middle of a night to save a whore’s life, Ezio. When I am in Venezia and there is a problem, usually, Teodora calls for me. But,” he added, his grin sly, as he rubbed his thumb roughly up the bulge, “Small wonder you seemed so tormented.”

“Leonardo…”

“My rules, Ezio.” The thumb was stroking up and down, sure and steady, making it difficult to think clearly, and Leonardo’s voice was so persuasive-

Still, the Auditore shared a hereditary streak of stubbornness. “I already said that you could trust me, Leonardo. Why would you make me prove it?”

“You are still young, Ezio.” Leonardo hand lingered for a heartbeat longer, and then drew away, despite Ezio’s growl. “As a friend, with my life? I trust you absolutely to do whatever you must. But as a lover, with my secrets? No, not yet. I need to know that you will behave exactly as I instruct. A long time ago,” Leonardo added, as Ezio opened his mouth to interject, “Before I was introduced to your family, I made a mistake and paid for it. Now I have far more to lose than I did then, and you – you have nothing to lose at all; in the eyes of the law you are already a dead man.”

“I understand,” Ezio said slowly, stifling a sigh. “Then do what you want.”

“Only if you are willing.”

“Leonardo, if what you want to do to me eventually concludes with you fucking me I do not care,” Ezio snapped, frustrated at the constant delays and caveats. Leonardo grinned, slipping off the chest and picking up the taper to set it in a holder against the wall, every movement fluid and deliberate, circling back to the chest and drawing something out of it that clinked and tinkled. A length of chain, connecting two soft leather cuffs.

“What is it with you and bindings?” Ezio grumbled, though he helped Leonardo strap the first cuff comfortably onto his left wrist. The second cuff was looped upwards, through a heavy ring set in the ceiling, and back down to his right wrist, pulling them both loosely up above his head as he knelt on the bed.

“Personal preference,” Leonardo said, as they buckled on the second cuff, then Ezio gasped as Leonardo nipped him just under the arch of his jaw, working at a set of nerves with exquisite accuracy. “It looks good on you, caro mio.”

“If you say so,” Ezio said, unconvinced, testing the chains carefully. The leather rasped at his wrists but did not bite.

“Comfortable?”

“Si.”

“Do you want to use another safe word?”

“ ‘Masyaf’ is sufficient.” Ezio pulled tentatively at the chains, looking dubiously up at the cracked ceiling. “Are you sure this is safe?”

“I have used it before, with another man who would have been a little heavier than you.”

The spark of jealousy Leonardo’s comment wrought surprised Ezio himself, and as he was mulling this over, the artist stood up, leaning against the pole at the foot of the bed, his thumb hooked over the hem of his breeches. As Ezio watched, his prior thought trailing to an instant halt, Leonardo unlaced his own breeches and drew out his hardening prick, stroking himself gently – bloody tease - making Ezio suck in a breath and gasp. Legs splayed, his skin flushing pink from desire, blue eyes heavy and dark with lust, Leonardo was beautiful-

“…Ezio,” Leonardo concluded, and Ezio blinked. At his startled expression, the artist laughed. “Were you listening?”

“Any angel in Heaven would gladly Fall for you, caro mio,” Ezio said huskily, having found flattery a valuable weapon when dealing with the fairer sex. Leonardo, however, merely smirked and reached for him, stroking his cheek. This close, Ezio took in a deep breath of Leonardo’s spicy, masculine musk, and leant forward to take a taste. The artist purred as he flicked his tongue briefly over the tip.

“I want to take your mouth,” Leonardo murmured, rubbing his thumb over the edge of Ezio’s lips. “I recognize the safe word would be useless in such circumstances. If you pull back, I’ll stop.”

“You are too careful,” Ezio retorted, shifting forward until he could take the fleshy head in his mouth, the weight alien over his tongue. Leonardo tasted bitter, salty; it was not particularly pleasant, but as Ezio considered pulling back, Leonardo curled fingers lightly into his hair and moaned, wrung out and needy. Ezio had never heard anything so… erotic. Ignoring the increasing strain in his breeches, he pressed deeper, carefully taking more into his mouth, inch by inch until he choked from the stretch and press of it against his throat.

Leonardo tried to pull back at Ezio’s frantic exhalation, evidently concerned, but he stopped when Ezio merely whined and leant forward, the chains pulling tight and spine flattening straight in his efforts. He wanted to make Leonardo feel the same desperate, helpless lust.

Fingers tightened on his shoulder and in his hair as Leonardo gasped a string of broken Italian, tentatively pushing his hips forward. Ezio took it, exhaling greedily and purring at how Leonardo’s thighs trembled against his flanks, at how surprisingly… good it felt with his jaw stretched with Leonardo’s flesh, helpless to do anything but be taken; he was squirming uncomfortably on the bed, his plaintive whines muffled and Leonardo, the bastardo, was chuckling breathlessly. Irritated, Ezio sucked, hard, scraping his teeth lightly over the skin against them; then he was moaning in protest as Leonardo immediately drew back.

His first attempt at speech was garbled and wet, then Ezio cleared his throat. “Leonardo, mi dispiace, I-”

“Shh.” Leonardo knelt, and the kiss was fierce and rough, startling him to breathlessness. “You did well.”

“Ah.” Ezio blushed, embarrassed and yet gratified by the praise; had he been in full control of his mind he would have snapped at his lover in irritation at any (imagined) patronization, but drunk with lust and need, he said, shakily, accusingly, “You pulled away.”

“I need to last a little longer if I must satisfy you, beloved,” Leonardo said dryly, and his mouth was at Ezio’s neck, biting, even as clever fingers made short work of Ezio’s sash, scabbard belt and breeches, stripping him deftly even as Ezio tried his best to help him, stumbling and scrabbling at his bindings for balance until he was naked save for his shirt, breathing hard as Leonardo spat over his fingers, took throbbing flesh in hand and palmed it teasingly.

“Ngh!” Ezio bucked eagerly, with a low moan; having anticipated this for the whole month still prepared him little for how amazing Leonardo’s clever fingers felt, clenching tight at the base and fisting upwards, the callused thumb smearing the slick from the leaking tip over the folds under the swell, purpling dark with his lust. “Leo… Leonardo, please…”

“Mm.” Leonardo had circled around, pressed against his back, his own slicked erection rubbing playfully against the cleft of Ezio’s rump as he began to nip slowly down Ezio’s spine. Panting and dizzy, Ezio whined, bucking between Leonardo’s grasping hand and his prick, his breath in shallow sobs, shaking uncontrollably as lips and teeth slid down past shoulder blades to mouth over a scar. “There is a safe word.”

“Would you… fuck me now if I said it?” Ezio asked breathlessly, his voice pitchy and breaking, as lips pressed upwards to explore another scar.

“You can be remarkably single minded.” Leonardo pressed a last kiss on the scar and drew back, taking his own bloody time to walk over to the chest and draw out a familiar jar. Instead of returning back to Ezio’s side, however, the artist leant against one of the bed posters, tossing the jar playfully from hand to hand. “I had intended to play a little longer. Since you waited a whole month.”

“Stronzo,” Ezio growled, then he stiffened as Leonardo arched an eyebrow. “I mean… Leonardo, please, I need it, I need you inside me, please-”

“Better,” Leonardo said, playful again, chuckling as Ezio muttered a filthy oath under his breath and curled his fingers over the chains, making a mental note to have his revenge on Leonardo tomorrow, somehow… and… the first finger pressing into him was already insufficient.

“Faster, per favore,” Ezio complained, as Leonardo ignored his insistent bucking and circled his waist with a firm arm to stop his squirming, preparing him with annoyingly thorough gentleness.

“My rules, love,” Leonardo murmured, all too amused for his own good, even with his erection pressed so insistently against Ezio’s hip. “My pace.”

“I hate you,” Ezio moaned, as the second finger was added too slowly, the pain from the stretch unnoticeable under his lust. Leonardo’s free hand was stroking his thigh reassuringly, and they kissed over Ezio’s shoulder, lopsided and sloppy. When Leonardo finally entered him Ezio let out a long, low whine of relief and ecstasy, his back curled against his lover’s chest, grinding down impatiently to seat himself so deeply that his moan caught in his throat.

Leonardo’s chuckle was breathless – finally breathless, fingers twisted tight on his hips to prevent Ezio from forcing a start, pressing kisses over his shoulders, his spine; biting down at the nape of his neck and smirking against his skin as Ezio whimpered. Then Leonardo drew back, slowly, agonizingly, bit by bit until Ezio was struggling in his grasp and cursing incoherently between shallow gasps; just as he was about to pull out all the way, Leonardo drove back in, so deeply, so roughly, that Ezio jerked in his chains and howled.

“I’ll leave this untended,” Leonardo purred, running a nail lightly and briefly – all too briefly – against the leaking tip of Ezio’s prick. “I want you to come just from having me within you.”

In the bedroom, Leonardo could be so cruel… but Ezio’s instinctive complaint at his constant ill-treatment was swallowed in a choked moan as his lover shifted and rolled his hips, rubbing deliciously up and against the nub of flesh within him that drove all thought from his mind. “Aah…!”

“It should not be too difficult for you, I think.” Another slow, painfullygloriouslydeep thrust and Ezio was writhing in Leonardo’s bruising grip, pulling angrily at the chains.

It took a few attempts to drag his voice back under his control. “Harder then,” Ezio moaned, “Fuck me harder!”

“Sometimes I am not so sure that I was your first man,” Leonardo said, in a tone of mock complaint, though his voice was strained as he acquiesced, the next thrust brutal and deep, and the next; as Leonardo began to snap his hips in a rolling, shallow rhythm against him that was both savage and exquisite. Pleasure coiled in a tight spring within him, tighter and tighter until he felt like he should burst; Ezio begged until his voice gave, and then his arms, trembling and gasping hoarsely as Leonardo bent his body expertly against his lean frame and somehow, incredibly, took him harder, the bed beneath them creaking and groaning from their exertions.

Finally, Leonardo whispered, “Now, love,” into his ear, his voice so ragged and raw that something in Ezio finally snapped, and he convulsed, shaking and sobbing as he spilled on the sheets, dimly aware of Leonardo holding him close, breathing hard, the hammer of the artist’s heart against his spine all he could hear, all he could feel.

III.

“Next time,” Ezio said, his voice still weak despite a nap and copious amounts of water, watching Leonardo massage his wrist, “I will just suck you off in your workshop. Then you will have no choice but to pay attention to me.”

Leonardo stared at him for a moment, evidently trying to decide if Ezio was joking, then he shook his head slowly and turned his attention to the other wrist. “Stop listening to shoptalk from the whores, Ezio.”

“Why not? It sounds like an excellent idea.”

“Female fantasies often do not work out so perfectly in real life, beloved.”

“Really? Why would it not?”

“Well, firstly,” Leonardo said dryly, “As much as I disdain violence, I would not hesitate to use force to preserve my dignity in such a circumstance. I have devoted much of my time to the study of the human body, and even where there not a sufficiency of heavy books and tools about in my workshop I have no doubt that I can incapacitate you.”

“I prefer how the women think,” Ezio said, a little sulkily, though he curled up against Leonardo and rested his cheek on a thigh, sleepy and sated. “Do I have to wait so long again for the next?”

“I think you have not learned your lesson, Ezio,” Leonardo said, though his tone was indulgent. “I have a block of spare time that may come up, after I finish my current set of commissions. Perhaps we should use it to acquaint you with a few… esoteric uses, for leather and candles.”

Ezio inhaled sharply, even as his spent prick twitched weakly against his thigh at the very thought. “I’ll look forward to it then, Maestro.”

-fin! I love this fandom, rofl. Tomorrow FF13 comes out, I expect a hiatus. Thanks for reading!-

That was glorious.
I got nothing else to say except...brb bunk.

-is glad you liked, but now that I am reading it again I notice some glaring spelling/temporal errors. gah. ah well ^__^;;

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YOU.

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MADRE DI DIO.

... i need a cigarette.

Please please make series an ongoing series of ficlets?
They are perfect and Leo is made of pure awesome the way he teases poor Ezio

I find (non repetitive) pwp very difficult to write. ^^;;; maybe if some future prompts catch my eye before other people tag them. But at present I don't think this Ezio has a lot more to prove to Leo.

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Another lovely fic, done by another fucking awesome anon..
This kink meme will be the death of me, someday.

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