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(Anonymous) 2010-02-22 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)Deflections [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-01 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)I.
At the sharp rap on the door, Leonardo carefully set down the miniature suspension bridge he had been building with straw and sticks on a pair of bricks, and hurried towards the door. This late in the night, it could only be one of a handful of callers, all of them welcome: either a patient, unable to find a doctor in this hour, or the city guard with a corpse for his dissections, or-
Federico Auditore let himself in the moment the door cracked open, not bothering to wait for an invitation. He swept the workshop with a glance, grinned when he noted it empty, closed the door behind him and curled Leonardo up tightly against him, all in one fluid movement of practiced grace.
Laughing, Leonardo pushed halfheartedly at his lover’s arm, and froze when Federico flinched. Frowning, the artist studied the taller, younger man carefully, and then he sighed. “Fighting again?”
“Rescuing my brother,” Federico admitted, allowing Leonardo to ease out of his grasp and lead him onto a chair next to the lantern at his work desk. Federico stared curiously at the model of the bridge, and then up at the skeleton of the bat frame, making no move whatsoever to help Leonardo with his clothes. “He purposefully ran afoul of a group of Pazzi. You should have seen what they did to his face.”
At Leonardo’s look of horror, Federico added hastily, with a reassuring grin, “No, no, a rock hit his mouth, is all. He will have a nice scar for the ladies.”
“Your father allows you both to run too wild,” Leonardo said disapprovingly, as he finally managed to strip shirt and vest from Federico’s back, studying the fresh bruises that mottled bared skin. As he walked over to the cupboards to retrieve some salve, Federico chuckled.
“You say that each time.”
“Your presence here instead of at your home illustrates my point.” Leonardo set the jar on the table, dipping fingers into it and massaging soothing ointment over the purpling bruise on Federico’s right shoulder, hiding a smile as the younger man all but purred and arched. “Where is your brother?”
“With that girl, Cristina. The one I told you about.”
“The one you said might last?” Ambidextrous, Leonardo used his free right hand to knead out a kink in knotted muscle near Federico’s spine, and felt rather than heard the low moan of contentment. For such a tall man, verging on being heavily built, Federico was surprisingly tactile, sensitive, something that Leonardo often used to his advantage.
“Mm… yes, that one. I suppose… it would not hurt if he settles down, though if he is not home before day breaks father will be most displeased.”
“And you?” Leonardo asked slyly, stroking salve over the bruise on Federico’s upper arm, this one likely suffered in defense, then across, to a one high on his abdomen.
“I am very good at returning on time,” Federico curled long, roughened fingers up behind him to pull Leonardo down for a lazy kiss, his eyes dancing with mischief, the poor angle turning the kiss lopsided and sloppy, though he grinned invitingly yet as they parted. “Even if the temptation is you, caro mio.”
Leonardo pressed a little harder on the last bruise, against Federico’s flank, causing the other man to hiss and flinch. “Honeyed words will not forgive foolishness. You spend your days running about the rooftops on errands, risking your neck; and then your free time exchanging blows with thugs…”
Deflections [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-01 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)“We were?” Leonardo’s mind was already putting forward five different potential solutions for the puzzle.
“About foolishness, I believe?” Federico ran a finger teasingly over the linked bars, his smile turning into a smirk. “I do think I had somehow run afoul of your temper.”
“You? My temper? Never,” Leonardo declared, his eyes greedy as Federico handed him the puzzle, wiping his hands absently on his tunic. “Hm! If you push the first link up and then… I see, the bar is… well, forward and back… then…” The artist paused as Federico pulled him onto his lap, pressing soft kisses over his fingers. “Federico.”
“Yes?” A look of carefully crafted innocence, even as Federico removed his hat and stroked long fingers slowly through Leonardo’s hair, making him shiver, then gasp as a thumb stroked down the pulse of his neck to the clasp at his collar. “I am not interrupting you, am I?”
“You clearly are,” Leonardo said breathlessly, caught between intellectual curiosity and his body’s baser interest in the flesh stirring under his rump. “Incorrigible.”
“I am sure that it is a very simple puzzle for you,” Federico returned, not in the least ashamed, his clever fingers working at catches and belts until Leonardo’s tunic and undershirt lay open to his eyes. Pulling Leonardo’s arms over his shoulders and dragging him closer, Federico pressed a kiss over his collarbone, and then a slow, appreciative lick that made the artist squirm and hiss.
“I have heard about it before but have never had the occasion to… aah… Federico, five minutes, per favore.”
“I think about you all day and I am dispossessed by a bit of metal,” Federico complained with mock sorrow, grinning against Leonardo’s skin as the artist yelped when his nipples were pinched, and then rolled.
“It is a very… interesting bit of metal…” Leonardo protested, his breath hitching as Federico’s wicked tongue pressed briefly against a peaking nub, his efforts to pull away thwarted by the arm around the small of his back.
“Feel free to keep tinkering with it,” Federico informed him, and Leonardo moaned and arched as teeth closed over pebbled flesh, the tip of his tongue flicking across it.
“It is a complex… oh…. Entirely… Federico, not in my workshop-”
Federico was working on the laces of his breeches, grinning again against him. A palm rubbed hard, upwards, against the growing tent, and Leonardo growled. “I will help you clean up afterwards.”
“No, I said no before and I mean… nnh… no.” Leonardo was having difficulty concentrating on his tongue when his mind was insistently trying to return to the metal ring puzzle. Reluctantly, he placed the puzzle carefully back on his work desk and cupped Federico’s head in his hands, kissing him fiercely, breathing hard, as warm fingers rubbed rough caresses up his back. “No.”
“What if I take you in my mouth?” Federico asked, all arch innocence again.
The jolt of desire Leonardo felt at the salacious question made him shiver and bite down on his own lip, but he held firm. The workshop was a place for him to concentrate on his projects, not reminisce about trysts. “No. We retire upstairs, where,” the artist tapped a finger over Federico’s pout, “I shall demonstrate how much I appreciate your gift.”
“Your chambers it is, my love,” Federico grinned, pulling him down for another kiss.
-fin… ;3 I love prompts that don’t explicitly require smut, heh-
Re: Deflections [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-01 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)Unf. You made me squeal like a little girl even there wasn't real sexual matters... cheers on you writeanon.
Re: Deflections [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-02 10:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: Deflections [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-02 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)