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Re: A House United Never Falls [4/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-26 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Che cosa? ” Cesare drawled, fingers now fluttering along the strong, solid line of Ezio’s doublet-clad shoulder. Matching his sister’s livery, it was wrought of the finest gold silk this side of the Orient, shot through with crimson thread and laced over a flawlessly white tunic. “Have I done the impossible? Have I rendered the famous assassino so utterly speechless with shock at my depravity?”

“Please,” Ezio snorted, rolling his eyes with irritation, “I was undertaking a number of supposedly depraved things well before you were even a glimmer in your bastardo father’s twisted eye.”

“Indeed, mio caro” Cesare lightly chuckled. Ezio found himself flinching as the younger man’s hand dipped lower along his back. Yet his fingers merely traced the outline of the clenching hard muscle beneath the soft lines of his brother-in-law’s clothes. “I forget you are of Florence. And you know they say of the you Florentines’, shall we shall skills?. Somehow,” he murmured, sliding into the seat next to Ezio, “You strike me as a rather able instructor-”

“If it wasn’t for my sister,” Ezio snarled, snatching Cesare’s wrist as his hand fell to the small of his back, “I’d rip your throat out right here and now.”

“Then let us praise God for the good fortune of dear Claudia’s existence, no?” That Cesare’s smirk did not falter only made Ezio more livid. Especially as the Borgia cut his lusty gaze in the direction of the brides seated in front of them. The assassin certainly didn’t require any hint of his Eagle Vision to see how the Templar’s eyes lasciviously swept over the younger Auditore’s form. It swiftly sobered him a bit as well.

“You lay a hand on her,” he squeezed Cesare’s wrist, threatening to break its every bone with a pittance more of pressure. To his credit, the other man barely winced, “And I’ll-”

“Lucrezia is a fine specimen of a woman as well, one cannot deny?” Cesare waved him off with his other hand, “And do not pretend you have not dreamed of fucking her six ways to Sunday. I’m a man as well, after all.”

Without warning, Lucrezia suddenly leaned in and soundly kissed her bride. It was no sweet peck on the cheek. Or even a brush of her lips across the other’s in friendly acknowledgment. No, this was a show of ownership, Lucrezia’s mouth capturing Claudia’s, her hands yanked her to her by the collar. And Claudia wholly accepted the dominance, her eyes fluttering closed. Her moan of appreciation deepened as her lips parted, allowing the Templar bride to lazily explore her newly conquered territory.

All while keeping her eyes locked with her brother’s, over Claudia’s shoulder.

And then her gaze swept to Ezio’s. Strong. Clear. Challenging


Ezio froze, taking in the heated expression that the Borgia siblings exchanged across the room; that was as good a confirmation as any that two indeed had no qualms about “keeping it all in the family.”

Lucrezia smirked as she withdrew, Claudia gasping for quarter. Even as her hand voluntarily fell into Lucrezia’s lap. A few seconds later, and Lucrezia suddenly let out a yelp, followed by a barely audible groan, her eyes sliding closed. If not for his superior hearing, Ezio would have missed it beneath the wild, din of the reception, now going into its fifth hour. Just the way he would’ve missed Claudia’s stirred whisperings as she leaned over, teeth tugging on Lucrezia’s earlobe.

“… fuck your brains out, right here, and right now-”

“In front of all these people? Surely-”

“And here I thought the Borgia were fearless”…a sigh of disappointment.

“Bene...” Breatheless, shivering with desire…On your knees then-”

“An Auditore is not commanded. She is begged.

And so I implore you…please, mia cara

I thought so, puttanna…


Whore of Rome…a punishment is in order, I see…come before I give leave and there shall be no more for you this night… The table was plenty wide enough to hide a battalion of soldiers to fit beneath it, its heavy, crimson tablecloth falling to the floor and easily and effectively concealing anyone who should be underneath. Which Claudia currently was...

Re: A House United Never Falls [5/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-26 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ezio should have been disgusted. He should have been scandalized. He should have been crying foul murder at witnessing the sinful display enacted by his very own flesh and blood upon his greatest enemy. Yet he could not tear his gaze away as Lucrezia once again captured his eyes.

And then she let out a surprised snarl of satisfaction, throat undulating and blushed pink, her back suddenly snapping ramrod straight in the back of the chair. Her hands sliding down, one caressed her own breast as the other disappeared beneath the lip of the table. Eyes squeezing shut, she let out a gasp, jerking backwards again. And then a long sigh.

Though her hips were hidden by the table, Ezio could see her bounce up and down, her arm lifting up and down in time. Likely tangled up in her bride’s dark hair. Another gasp, a plea, her eyes snapping open to capture his. A feline smile as she nodded in acknowledgment, only to groan and gasp. Back into her own lust, her cerulean gaze searched to ceiling in desperation before rolling back in ecstasy. Whimpers, like that of desperate need.

Without warning Claudia popped back up, sliding into chair, cheeks flushed. Lucrezia grabbed her arm, nails digging into flesh. Her eyes were wide, begging. And yet the younger Auditore completely ignored her, purposefully turning to talk to one of the musicians who approached the dais. The tune of the flutes, lutes and drums suddenly changed, even more louder, the beats snatching at the room in their primal demand. Claudia’s hand dipped down, and like a flash of light, Lucrezia was mewing again.

Please…madre di dio…PLEASE…you…you…puttanna! The Borgia begged, pleaded, both of her hands moving down to direct her brides ministrations. But Claudia only slapped her hand away, pursing her lips and kissing the air but a few inches from Lucrezia’s cheek.

A tease…she was a fucking tease, just like her dear older brother.

Not yet

The frenzied beats of the drums matched Ezio’s own increasingly shallow breathing. His own hand dipping to the rock-hard bulge in his breeches, he suddenly stopped, catching Cesare staring at him with a lazy, bastardly grin. But it only lasted for a quick moment before the Templar redirected his attention to Lucrezia. His own breeches were untied, his hand unashamed as he worked his cock beneath the table.

And again, the assassin was not surprised. Though he found his brother-in-law’s instrument suddenly oh so fascinating…

She came with aching, high pitched moan, her breasts nearly heaving themselves right out of her dress. Again, the music was so loud and everyone so caught up in their own dissolution that no one heard it. Or they pretended not to. But that was not the case for the Eagle. Her cry of pleasure echoed in his head, bouncing all along his cranium. A fine sheen of sweat brought out along his upper lip, his hand massaging his breaches. Yet Cesare kept on next to him, never tearing his eyes from his sister’s satisfaction. Now, Lucrezia was slumped in her chair, gaze glossy and spent. Her bride leaned over and drew her into a long lingering kiss. As she withdrew, Lucrezia snatched her by the wrist and drew her dusky olive fingers into her mouth, like a cat to the cream.

His brother-in-law was fucking touched in the god-damned head. As was his sister-in-law.

That still didn’t stop him.

“We’re leaving, bastardo,” Ezio commanded, wrenching him to his by the shoulder as he hurtled to his feet.

“Your room or mine?” Cesare drawled, wincing through the near dislocation of his shoulder..

“Do I look like I give a flying fuck, stronzo?

“Mine it is, then.”

Re: A House United Never Falls [5/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-26 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG YES, YES. I LOVE THIS. The beautiful descriptions of Lucrezia and Claudia (esp the jewels in their hair), the hilariously ironic alliance between Cesare and Mario, how absolutely pissed Ezio is about it - and Cesare's catty line about how he'd be as much of a whore if Ezio obliged XD fucking HOT. As was the sex scene between our lovely ladies, hehe, I can see Claudia being a total tease, just from how she is in the game. Mmm, mmmmm.

Oh, anon. I can't wait for the Ezio/Cesare part <3. I might be in the minority here, but I totally vote for some cockslut!Cesare being the slutty little bottom we all know he is at heart.

Re: Writer!Anon Here

(Anonymous) 2010-10-27 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, thanks! I'm totally working on the next part (got caught up with real world work unfortunately, which equals long days). Trust me, Cesare will get will Leonardo *insert devious laugh here*. Likely will post tomorrow night.

Re: A House United Never Falls [5/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-27 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
Dear gawd, I came and it isn't even at the main part of the prompt yet...

Re: A House United Never Falls [5/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-27 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I will be in my bunk after reading this. :'D AMAZING.

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [1/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah…how I managed to turn this into super-porn, I have no clue. Or that I even had it in me to write such debauchery. Cesare has soundly turned me out, apparently...

He was admittedly mildly surprised as the Assassin’s teeth collided with his, his dark stubble snatching at the smooth expanse of his cheek. From what he’d heard, his brother-in-law was a talented lay, just as studiously gifted in bed as he was at ending lives.

But the man that madly snatched at his doublet with nimble fingers, producing a dagger from nowhere as he sliced through the satin ties of the offending piece of clothing, was rough and hurried. Especially as he shoved him up against the door of Cesare’s quarters.

Shoulders connecting with it with a painful thud, Cesare found the breath nearly knocked out of him. Yet Ezio continued to claim the prize of his mouth, nipping at his lips with merciless teeth until his quarry obliged to part them. Tongue mating with his, he finally sliced through the ties of Cesare's doublet. Yanking it from his shoulders, his strong hands clutched at the collar of his tunic, ripping it from him.

Cesare let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling within his throat, Ezio snorting in annoyance that his desperation made itself so patently clear. And then, he kicked the door open...

“What the…the fuck?...LEONARDO?!”

“I ehrm…I may ask the same of you, Ezio,” the artist stammered, scrambling up from Cesare’s massive bed and quickly pulling on a tunic over his breeches. Without his cap, his hair mussed and sans stockings, boots, or his cloak and doublet, it was obvious what he was doing. His clean-shaven cheeks crimson with mortification, the fact that his breeches were completely unlaced was pretty much a dead giveaway.

He was waiting for Cesare, of course.

Lip curling with consternation, Ezio shoved Cesare away, who by now was laughing so hard, he was near doubled over. Leonardo’s expression affronted, Ezio was rather near spitting nails, mouth open with stunned realization. “Let me guess,” he grit, running an annoyed hand through his shaggy, barely tied back hair as he spun on his heel to face Cesare. The younger man wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, he missed Ezio’s hardened gaze, “You forgot that Leonardo waiting around for you?”

“Perhaps.” The careless shrug of apathy is what sent him over the edge.

“You sorry son of a-”

“He’s not worth wasting your anger on, amico,” Leonardo quietly sniffed, snatching Ezio by the upper arm, even as his own expression fell. Thankfully, the assassin wasn’t completely on edge, or he would slid out of the artist’s grip with childlike ease. Instead, he settled on a scowl, about to retort with another curse.

That was until he saw long deep blue sash carelessly thrown across the bed. Eyes darting to the artist’s matching doublet onthe floor, a sudden punishment for his brother-in-law’s crime began brewing in his head.

“Follow my lead,” he murmured. Furrowing a brow, Leonardo was about to ask for further explanation. Until he saw Ezio nod at the sash. Promptly snatching it up, he hid it behind his back as the assassin advanced on Cesare, who now sat on the opposite side of the bed.

It never ceased to amaze him how the Florentine’s expression could so readily slide from incensed to seductively charmed. Or how his usual predatory swagger swiftly softened to a lazy, unmeasured gait. All in the name of calculated harmlessness.

“Cesare,” Ezio drawled, waggling his brows suggestively, “Are you going to keep sitting there, or will I just have Leonardo take my culo all by his lonesome, eh?”

Gaze narrowing at his brother-in-law’s sudden willingness, Cesare’s dark eyes swept between assassin and artist. Leonardo appeared abashed, avoiding his gaze. Meanwhile, Ezio quickly yanked his tunic over his head, hurling it to the ground and ignoring his old friend.

And like that, it was suddenly extremely hard to concentrate on detecting any sort of deception between the two. Not with the well-conditioned expanse of Ezio’s tanned torso on full display. Not even the smattering of scars across it detracted from its spectacular, sculpted beauty.

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [2/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Cesare would’ve readily called it witchcraft; how in God’s name could a man in his mid-forties be so deliciously defined?

Powerful broad shoulders, the shadows lent by the lit candles strategically placed about the room danced within the dip of his clavicles. It gave way to the hard lines of his lightly furred chest. His abdomen lean and flat, it was as though carved from marble, like some Greek or Roman god of old mounted in the courtyard beneath his chambers. Slim hips giving way to long legs, the tantalizing trail of hair disappeared down into the front of his tight, obscenely low-slung breeches.

Dio mio, his dick itched at the sight.

“On your knees, assassin,” he ordered with a rasp. Struggling to keep the aching need out of his voice, his gaze snapped to his brother-in-law’s, which wide with surprise. Though a shadow passed across Ezio's eyes, Cesare was far too heady with anticipation to take note of it. Caught up in shrugging out of his ripped tunic, he swiftly divested himself of it. Revealing a leanly agile, well-conditioned form, honed from the years of swordplay and war, he smirked, “This cock isn't going to suck itself, now is it?”

“With pleasure, mio caro,” Ezio drawled, bowing his head and falling to his knees.

The hard cock in front of him so obvious as he unlaced Cesare’s breeches, he could only grin as the younger man’s eyes fluttered closed. Still sitting on the bed, he widened his knees to grant the assassin better access. Within seconds, he could only vainly bite back a moan at feel of Ezio’s hand beginning to slowly work up and down his heavy, thick length.

Admittedly, Ezio was impressed at his size. No wonder the Templar strutted about as though he owned the world…

“Use your fucking mouth already, puttanna,” Cesare hissed in demand. Hand no longer resting on Ezio’s shoulder, it speedily worked it way up his head, curling in his thick locks and urging his face into his crouch.

“Patience, my little Templar,” Ezio grinned. Leaning forward, he nipped at his inner thigh with delicate teeth before pressing a wet kiss but a few inches from his balls.

It caused Cesare to arch and shiver. A growl of disapproval preceded a grunt of pleasure, Ezio’s hand continuing its blessed torture. “A Borgia,” he breathlessly retorted, “Is not commanded-”

“Nor an Auditore,” came the smooth reply.

A pity Cesare didn’t see Leonardo behind him, the silk sash in hand. Then again, he was soundly distracted by Ezio’s ministrations upon his twitching dick. So it only took a few seconds for the inventor to snatch his wrists behind him, lashing them together.

Eyes widening, Cesare was left with no time to demand release, Ezio jumping to his feet and grabbing him by the arms, flipping him over onto his face with rough grace. Now lying so he faced the headboard, he vainly kicked. But Ezio snatched his ankles, tucking one under his arm as he unstrapped first one boot and then the other. His breeches were then ripped from his body with nimble fingers.

Cesare snarled at finding himself naked, wrists bound behind him at his back. All in the matter of a handful of seconds, no less.

Skin prickling with goose bumps at the sudden chill upon his skin, he moved his head so that his cheek was resting on the crisp, finely woven sheets, versus suffocating within them. The heavy weight settling at his lower back certainly didn’t help assuage his rising panic.

“Get the fuck off of me, carogna piccolo!” he cursed, in a flash figuring out his brother-in-law was straddling him. Bucking his ass, he attempted to throw him off. But the bulge that lay the small of his back only signaled that the assassin was having much more fun than he was letting on. Especially as he grabbed a handful of Cesare’s raven locks, forcing him to look up to the side.

“You are in no position to give orders, ragazzo,” Ezio smirked. “No,” he drawled, fingers deftly walking their way up Cesare’s leanly-muscled back, “I don’t think you are.”

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [3/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
A noise of shock sizzled from the younger man’s mouth, more from his stunned realization that he was truly rendered helpless, versus any sort of pain. “Have you lost your god-damned mind?” the Templar hissed, refusing to lie still. Even as Ezio’s hand along his skin nearly threatened to make him let out a moan. “Who the bloody hell do you think you ar-?”

“The man who’s going to fuck you to begging, so it would seem,” Leonardo chirped, somewhere in front of Cesare.

Only now did he notice the artist resting against the headboard. Somehow, he’d managed to move into the bed after restraining him. Breeches undone, he was slowly fisting his own cock at the image of his patron at his mercy in front of him. His stiff member was also but a few inches to the left of Cesare’s pouting mouth.

“And they wonder why we call you a genius, mio amico,” Ezio smiled at Leonardo with a lusty wink, “For I believe he is quite right, Cesare. Now,” he breathed, “This is how it will go-”

“You feckless fool!” Cesare bellowed, flexing his fingers as his binds refused to budge.

“Quiet, you,” Ezio lightly tapped his cheek, the barest hint of a slap. Spitting and cursing, Cesare grit his teeth, finding no quarter. His wrists were already beginning to be rubbed raw, the binds seeming to tighten with every move of his attempted to escape. “Is he always this stubborn?” Ezio shrugged at Leonardo as he pressed his weight into his back again.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Leonardo wolfishly grinned, hand still gainfully playing with his dick.

“Perhaps we should see who comes first?” Ezio questioned.

"It'll certainly prove an interesting sort of game..."

Cesare did a spit take as the two older men continued chatting amongst themselves, as though they were making the rounds at a dinner party, rather than trussing him up in his own god-damned bed. “Fucking hell-!”

“Oh, I can assure you that Ezio fucking you to jabbering incoherence,” Leonardo eagerly nodded to his friend, cerulean eyes half-lidded with lust, “Proves quite the antithesis of hell, signore. But you shall soon find that out, si?” he smirked.

Cesare rolled his eyes, though he let out a breath of relief as Ezio thankfully shifted his weight and rolled off of him. However, his momentary reprieve was short-lived as the older man’s hand took his cock from behind. Though he didn’t move along it, he lightly squeezed, increasing and releasing pressure with sporadic little bouts of his sinfully skilled touch.

It was impossible to hold back his moan of unexpected pleasure.

“Now, with that out of the way,” Ezio said behind him, still lightly working his swollen member, “Lay us lay out the rules of the game; seeing that you have offended my dear friend with your carelessness, it is only fair we repay the favor-”

Jesu Cristo,” Cesare groaned into the sheets, barely hearing his tormentor through the dull roar building in his head at the feel of his dick being attended to.

“You will fuck Leonardo with your mouth,” Ezio began, voice silkily low and measured with command, “And you will do it with unrestrained enthusiasm, until he comes. And when he does, you will take him all down your gagging little throat. If you are messy or ruin his livery, you will do it again. If you come before I give you leave, you will do it again-”

“You wretched little bitch,” Cesare huffed, writhing as Ezio squeezing a bit more, now beginning to pump ever-so-slightly faster.

Ezio blithely continued, ignoring his outburst. "And if you refuse,” he gave his cock a healthy jerk for emphasis, causing another hitched moan to fly from his twitching lips, “Then I will unhand you right here and now, leaving you to watch us take a tumble. And then, there shall be no release for you this night.”

"Wouldn't that prove such a shame?" Leonardo drawled.

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [4/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Cesare loathed the shrill whine that was torn from his lungs as a result of his brother-in-law’s exceedingly talented hand. So he settled for barking, “Over my dead body-”

“Which can easily be arranged,” Ezio chuckled.

However, he let his hand slide from around Cesare, the latter's ass bucking in protest at the lack of contact. Sitting up higher on his knees, he leaned over him a bit, weaving a hand through his hair again. At first, his touch was soft and familiar, almost an affectionate pet of sorts. But within the blink of an eye, he gave a sharp against his scalp, causing the younger man to let out a cry of distress.

“Enough of your infernal squirming,” Ezio languidly ordered, lightly smacking Cesare’s behind with his other hand. Yet the steel dancing along the edges of his voice unmistakable.

Cesare knew if the assassin wished, he could truly harm him. Wounded pride and a bruise or two was small price to pay to avoid broken bones and/or potential garroting within the span of a few seconds. So he stilled.

Well, everything but his mouth.

“I doubt either of you can last, old man,” Cesare retorted, voice strained and muffled in the sheets, “Besides, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” he spat, erection thick and twitching at ever feather-like caresses of the assassin, who resumed his salacious games with his straining member.

But rather than smack his ass in punishment again as he assumed he would, Ezio only chuckled. Nonetheless, he gave his inner thigh a swift pinch, causing Cesare to jump in surprise.

“You mean like this?”

Ezio shoved Cesare’s head down into the artist’s crouch, Leonardo eagerly guiding him to his throbbing prize. The Borgia forced to take his cock in his mouth, the lewd slurps of Cesare’s mouth and tongue working the instrument of the key to his satisfaction steadily filled the room. Head bobbing up and down, he at first fought the inventor’s guidance. But the firm hand threading through his hair lent him no mercy. And soon, he was forced to relent. The blond exercising his reckless authority, he set the pace of fucking Cesare’s wickedly heated little mouth.

Jesu Cristo,” Leonardo gasped, eyes snapping open for a moment and meeting Ezio’s sparkling hazel, his hips repeatedly bucking into the blazing hot wetness, “He’s….he’s…he’s certainly had practice!”

“Why does that not surprise me?” Ezio drawled. “You little puttanna,” he licked his lips, giving Cesare a sound spank on the ass. He didn’t bother to hold back a chuckle as The Templar let out a exhalation of surprise, eyes widening.

Loosing his concentration allowed Leonardo to thrust up into his mouth even more. It caught him off guard, causing his throat to contract for a quick moment. Of course, the inventor didn’t protest the vibrations now pulsing around his cock. Squeezing his eyes closed in ecstasy, his fervent moans nearly drowned out the additional sound of Ezio's smacks as he popped Cesare on the behind a few more times for good measure.

“And so it looks as though I shall be obliged,” the assassin laughed, recalling Cesare’s earlier words of encouragement back in the dining hall.

His own hand down his breeches, Ezio watched the spectacle for a few tantalizing moments. After a bit of self-pleasure, he then knelt behind Cesare, his hand fisting around the younger man’s arousal without warning. Giving it a good tug resulted in the desired effect.

Cesare gasped, gagged for a few precious seconds and then moaned around Leonardo’s cock at the unexpected, rising satisfaction. And soon, Ezio was jerking him off in perfect rhythm to the artist’s increasingly frantic groans of approval. Their staccato echoing in the air, it swirled around him like some wanton song.

Glancing up, Ezio saw the Leonardo’s usually pale cheeks flush almost delicately pink, hos breath fluttering past his lips in louder and louder gasps. It took all of the assassin’s self control not to just jerk himself off right then and there at the sight. Especially as Leonardo let out a snort of disappointment when Cesare inexplicably dropped his dick from his lips.

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [5/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck you! the Templar snarled back at Ezio. “Fuck you…and…all of you bastardi assassins!” Admittedly, the poison it reeked of was made rather ineffective as his breath suddenly hitched, climbing into a steadily louder groan as Ezio’s hand continued its devastating assault up and down his member.

“Oh, I believe I promised to do that, once you finish him off,” Ezio lazily grinned.

Though Cesare couldn’t see his expression, the smirk in his voice was unmistakable. And he hated himself even more as he gave a whine of disappointment as his brother-on-law abruptly dropped his cock. “You could always watch,” he shrugged as he nearly painfully snapped Cesare’s bound hands further behind his back, “For one way or another, my friend will receive his satisfaction. Either from your mouth, or from me as I fuck his brains out.”

“P-please,” Leonardo stammered, his hips jumping towards Cesar’s pouting lips.

Leaning over so the hard expanse of his chest pressed tightly against Cesare’s tanned back, Ezio huskily whispered into his ear, “I’ll even wager you’ll be able to come of your own accord, should I sit you on that chair,” he nodded at said chair behind the desk, opposite the foot of the bed. “And even with your hands still bound behind your back, no less. But if it should come to that, neither of us will grant your release.”

Cesare let out a growl of frustration as Ezio suddenly broke the skin on skin contact. Another hitch of breath came as the assassin crawled from behind him and up to Leonardo.

“It seems he has made his choice, mio amico,” Ezio shrugged, giving Leonardo a wink of regard. “It’s just you and me now, I suppose.” Pushing the artist back so that he leaned up against the headboard, he cupped his ass in his hands, taking his throbbing member into his mouth with practiced ease.

Jesu Cristo dolce e tutti i san qui sopra!”* Leonardo bit the corner of his mouth, running a hand through Ezio’s tousled hair as he sucked him off. Those beautiful lips worshiped his cock like no other, bobbing up and down with artful abandon. Licking up the length of him, he dropped down again, laughing against his skin as Leonardo snappishly bucked and kicked. The usual graceful touch of the artist’s hand upon his neck only made him smile even more. And Cesare’s prattling curses behind him as he struggled to pull himself up from his position, face down on the bed, simply drove him on further.

Unfortunately, it took less than a minute for the Templar to comply. Ezio was nearly about to write him off before he heard Cesare bellow, "Fine, you SON OF BITCH! I’ll…” he gasped with need, “I’ll do it!”

“Not…f-fine!” Leonardo stammered, running his hands through Ezio’s locks even more, fingers massaging his scalp is desperate little circles.

“No, no! I swear, I’ll finish him!” Cesare hissed and growled, “Just-”

“Just what, exactly?” Ezio paused, withdrawing form the artist and looking up and behind himself, resting his cheek on Leonardo’s thigh. However, his hand still continued to mercilessly run up and down Leonardo’s turgid length.

“Just…Madre del dio!* Fuck me, for godsake!” Shaking with unreleased desire, he spat out the words with venomous disregard.

“That’s actually ‘Fuck me, Ser Ezio,’” the assassin drawled, sitting up.

Ser Ezio-”


“FUCK ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Cesare nearly screeched. Eyes widening at his own outburst, he pathetically muttered, “Ser Ezio, if you may?”

“Just, what I like to hear,” Ezio smirked, as he moved to his knees. “Until later, mio amore,” he whispered to his dear friend before taking his face in his hands and pulling him to his lips for a rather thorough kiss.

“Indeed,” Leonardo gasped against his mouth.

* Jesu Cristo dolce e tutti i san qui sopra! - Sweet Jesus and all the saints above!

*Madre del dio! - Mother of God!

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [6/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Giving Leonardo's bottom lip one last possessive nip, Ezio withdrew. Making his way behind Cesare again, he hauled him forward, dropping his face into the inventor’s lap. “Get on with it, bello,” he ordered with a chuckle, though he grabbed the Templar’s tied wrists for leverage and balance, “As you said before, that cock’s not going to suck itself, now is it?”

Cesare was about to fire back a curse, but it was swiftly cut off as a Leonardo’s member once again filled his mouth. And Ezio’s hand once again jerked him to near fruition, all in time to Leonardo’s muttered ramblings and gasping breaths yet again. But the assassin proved distressingly crafty, always bringing him to the edge of ecstasy, yet never sending him over the precipice.

The minutes ticking by, Cesare was nearly in tears at being foiled at every chance of release. So when the artist finally exploded into his precious mouth, he reflexively loosened his throat, taking it all. Having embarked upon such activities for years now, he patiently rode it out as Leonardo’s hands twined in his hair. His dick twitching in his throat, the vibrations of Cesare’s moans as Ezio worked his cock in turn made Leonardo send up a cry of satisfaction to the heavens above.

And suddenly, the Templar found he didn’t so much mind being the instrument of these two partners in crime.
So long as Auditore’s hands kept cupping his balls like that, massaging, pulling and tugging at his cock. Cleaning the dick his mouth like a willing whore whose very livelihood depended on it, he sucked and slurped until the task was completed absolutely.

“Just like that, assassin,” he barked, hips bouncing in frantic time, “Please…Lord on high, just…like…THAT…”

To release himself over to such power…those same hands that now worked his aching dick with such experience could so easily rip the life from him. All within the blink of an eye and a flip of the wrist, if he so desired.


“I think,” Leonardo breathed, slouching back against the headboard, face flushed and utterly spent, “That it is time my patron get his just rewards…the oil is on the nightstand, next to the bed, you will find.”

Grazie,” Ezio chuckled, speedily retrieving the vial.

Making sure the younger man was well prepared, he played with is ass for a bit, reveling in his alternate curses and moans as he eventually inserted a third finger. Cesare’s back arching, he needed no other tease. Just watching the haughty little Templar get his due, Leonardo taking it from him and for once only caring for his own satisfaction, was enough to make him rock hard.

Dropping his breeches, his only warning was his cock resting against Cesare’s bare ass for a moment. Giving the boy a playful jerk that sent him moaning, his hands took those slim hips into vise-like grip. And then, he pounded into him, filling him in one swift stroke.

Letting out a guttural shriek as he was sent flying forward, Cesare would’ve cracked his poor head against the headboard, had not Leonardo remained sitting there. The artist was apparently ready for a second round; languidly jerking himself off to his patron’s dominance with one hand, his other played in Cesare’s raven locks. With no place else to go, the Templar growled as Ezio pushed him forward to rest his head on the artist’s thigh, much in the same position Ezio was a few moments ago when he threatened to make love to inventor all by himself.

“So fucking tight, bello mio” Ezio lustily rasped into his ear, leaning over and pressing himself against his back, “Such a delicious little squeeze, eh?”

Hands caressing Cesare’s waist for a quick moment, he easily found a suitable place for them to guide the thrashing young man beneath him. Nibbling his ear, his next words sent a shiver down the Cesare’s spine.

“And here I thought your lewd little culo would be wholly worn out from all of the other men that have fucked you so roughly,” Ezio smiled against his flushed neck, the scruff of his beard leaving a rash of red along his pale skin as he rode him, “A pleasant surprise to contrary, no?”

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [6/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
You. Are. God. O_O

Re: Writer!Anon Here

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Aww, thanks :) Meanwhile, I'm finishing this up...brb in a bit.

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [6/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Stay up and finish my article review paper that is due tomorrow or wait for this.... I think I know which will win...

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [7/?]

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
“Fuuuuck!” was all Cesare could whimper as the Florentine withdrew nearly fully, only to thrust in again. He despised how his surprised noise at being so thoroughly taken was rapidly followed by his panting gasp of delight. How impossible it was that the god-damned assassin was nearly one of the biggest he’d ever had, his thick girth soundly stretching him. And how, with a mere tilt of his hips, a seemingly casual uptick in speed, the older man sent a howl of pleasure spilling from his lips.

Ezio glided into his pounding rhythm, one hand still at his waist, the other taking Cesare’s cock and lightly twisting at bit. Applying just enough pressure loosened him, allowing the assassin to bury himself to the hilt. By now, Cesare was babbling utter, filthy nonsense, eyes fluttering, the edges of his vision blurred.

Leonardo’s growing groans colliding with Ezio’s grunts as he let himself be squeezed by the hot little channel he conquered, the artist came with a shuddering howl. Cesare was of course right there to take him back into his mouth. And this time, he needed no compelling. Sucking him off with vigorous fervor, he welcomed Leonardo’s grip on the back of his neck as he held him in place, hips thrusting home.

“Take it, ragazzo,” Ezio snarled into Cesare’s flushed ears, pounding into him with seemingly boundless zeal, “Take it all down that precious little throat…you’re a teasing little cock-slut, aren’t you?” A spank to the ass and Cesare let out a shuddering, muffled whimper of agreement around Leonardo’s straining dick. “You just adore a man’s cock in your mouth, do you not?” Another slap, and Cesare bucked back against the fullness now in his ass, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head.

Leonardo utterly undone, he released himself from Cesare’s hold, leaving him to the assassin. Cesare’s back arching his ass upwards, he vainly attempted to meet his better stroke for stroke. But Ezio had him under his full sway; his hand still securely at his waist, his other pumped the Templar’s cock in eager time with his ramming thrusts.

Mind spinning in a hazy daze, it took Cesare a few moments to realize that the shrill whines and hitched garbling was his own. Writhing and popping his hips, his breathless gasps were rather indicative that he was near losing this debauched game…the craving…the want…just… more.

He almost didn’t hear Ezio haughtily whisper into his ear in between his grunts, “And now, you may come.” With a final, dominating thrust, he let out snarl of release, groaning as he spilled himself into the younger man’s ass.

The sound began deep in Cesare’s chest, racing up his lungs, passing along his thoroughly used throat and escaping from his bruised, quivering lips. The Borgia howled in defeat, spending himself on his finely woven, crisp linen sheets. His skin was on fire, sweat pouring down his brow as he vainly struggled to catch his breath A tug and a jerk of his dick sent him reeling. All the while, Ezio continuing to pump out his release, massaging his cock with those deadly, graceful fingers…

And then, Cesare blacked out, the sound of the assassin's laughter echoing in damning reality in his ears.

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [8/8] (Complete!)

(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
When Cesare awoke in his own bed, the only evidence of his previous activities was his aching throat, the redness along his wrists, and that his ass throbbed as never before. Not to mention, he was completely naked. And sweaty. Otherwise, the sheets had been changed, his clothes left neatly folded upon his desk.

Judging the slivers of soft light beaming through his windows, it was around dawn or so. The rancorous sounds of the wedding reception floated up from the first floors, the music and laughter as loud as ever. But he didn’t care, expecting that the festivities would likely last well into the morning.

He’d have to check on the brides to ensure they hadn’t killed one another. Though he highly doubted it, considering how wrapped up in each other they were last night. Likely, they took their fucking to their bedchamber…or not.

He winced as he rolled out bed, his every limb sore and tender. The simple act of walking to the desk was also an exercise in smarting pain. God-damn, his behind ached…

And yet, despite all of that, he couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the words of the parchment pinned to his clothes.

He instantly knew who’d left it. For the letters were long and elegant, rather than written in the strange, backwards script one would be forced to read in a mirror. However, beneath it was a beautifully rendered, delicate sketch in red chalk; the eagle’s wings were outstretched in flight, its talons clutching the back of a prancing bull in profile.

While nothing is true and everything is permitted, may peace and prosperity reign in this new age of the Eagle and the Bull.

And remember, bello; a house divided never falls. Especially when it stands at as much attention as your lovely cock did last night.

That arrogant, swaggering, gorgeous, son-of-a-bitch assassin

Whew, that was WAY LONGER than originally intended. Anyway, and so, I am done. And I hope you are spent as well xD

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [8/8] (Complete!)

(Anonymous) 2010-10-29 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
That was amazing. Seriously, amazing. Did not expect to enjoy but I couldn't NOT look. XD (Not a fan of Cesare, tbh.)


Love how it played out. I'm glad I stayed for all of it. SO loved Leo and Ezio, as that is my OTP in this fandom. :)

Re: A House United Never Falls: Part 2 [8/8] (Complete!)

(Anonymous) 2011-01-27 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Posting to say a MASSIVE thank-you because this fill is epic and awesome and needs more love.