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A Little (Honest) Competition [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-23 10:52 am (UTC)(link)“There is an angel in the garden,” Giovanni said abruptly, peering out of the window of Lorenzo’s office.
As was his habit, the assassin stood just beside the heavy velvet drapes, hidden from the view of anyone looking up from the outside, his posture as always giving Lorenzo the impression of a coiled predator, waiting to spring. Amused, Lorenzo could guess at the source of his assassin’s sudden distraction; he himself had entertained the same impression, if during the morning.
“Pay attention, my dear Giovanni. We were discussing the Sforza.”
“I never pay your exposition much attention, Altezza,” Giovanni said mildly, without looking up. “I will listen once you tell me who you next wish to kill, or steal from, or spy from.”
“And here, all along, I had thought you an educated man,” Lorenzo chided, with mock sorrow, striding up to his assassin’s side and looking out at the darkened garden.
Lit by torches, shadows dragging long under his guests, the glow of the flame drew golden highlights over the shoulder-long, silky tresses of Verucchio’s latest apprentice, softening his startlingly comely features and reddening delicate cheekbones. His gait and actions were fluid with unconscious, natural grace, his smile quick and easy on the eye, confident in his speech and yet consumed with a constant air of distraction that made him seem almost ethereal. Leonardo da Vinci was an incredibly beautiful young man, who worked not only as the master’s assistant but also as his model for some of his works.
“Mm.” Giovanni hummed absently, a back-of-the-throat noise that indicated that his assassin was still not listening. “I suppose I cannot fault your taste, my master.”
“Perhaps I should resent the insinuation.”
“You deny it?” The arch of Giovanni’s eyebrow was entirely insolent, Lorenzo decided, tapping the back of his walking stick sharply against the back of Giovanni’s thighs. The assassin flinched, but also grinned, clearly without a shred of remorse.
“Certainly the company of handsome, talented and intelligent young men around my age is rather more pleasant than that of jaded assassins creeping past their prime.”
“You wound me, Altezza,” Giovanni pressed his gloved hand archly over his heart. “Though at the same time, this jaded old assassin then has to conjecture reasons behind his invitation to certain less than salubrious activities in your bed during the night before, master.”
“You asked for a reward, I gave you a reward,” Lorenzo retorted coolly, “Perhaps dog biscuits would have sufficed?”
“I did not say that I was dissatisfied with the reward,” Giovanni said innocently, jerking his head briefly in the direction of the garden, “I was just about to humbly suggest a variation in your scale of generosity instead, Altezza.”
“I should tell your wife.”
“Such threats lean both ways, master. And Maria’s wrath is somewhat less fearsome than Madonna Clarice’s. Also, as I have told you before, she would surprise you.” Giovanni said dryly. “I would introduce her to Leonardo myself, perhaps.”
“His interest does not run towards women,” Lorenzo said, remembering the dexterous skill of Leonardo’s long fingers over the lute during the morning’s performance and feeling a little hostile.
Giovanni’s slow smile was smug. “And so certain we are of that, Altezza?”
“There was an indiscretion that I managed to smooth away, shall we say.” It was thankful that he had control of the Doge and his Court. “He will not be easily approached. Particularly with underhanded tactics.”
“Then I propose a wager, master,” Giovanni drawled, his dark eyes challenging, folding his arms. “A race, shall we say, for an angel’s affections. Your much vaunted diplomacy, against my underhanded tactics.”
It was juvenile, but Lorenzo was young himself, yet to reach five-and-twenty years of age, his own Italian blood still easily provoked in challenge. “Oh? And what could you offer me as a prize, Giovanni? I already have your loyalty,” he stepped closer, to splay his fingers pointedly over his assassin’s lower back, “And more besides, should I want it.”
“I am sure that il Magnifico can come up with something suitable.”
“Done. Be prepared to lose, assassin.”
“We shall see, Altezza.”
Re: A Little (Honest) Competition [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-23 11:07 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2010-02-23 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)tomorrow morningtonight when more is posted! ^_____^Re: A Little (Honest) Competition [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-23 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)A Little (Honest) Competition [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-24 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)Leonardo had not thought it so, but he was beginning to enjoy the Medici palazzo and the wealth of scholastic immersion that it provided. The gardens and the Court bustled even during the late hours of the night with philosophers and painters, and the library was filled with rare books on engineering, art, philosophy and literature. What little time that he had for himself unsupervised by Verrucchio he spent there, devouring books. Perhaps once he had his own workshop-
His train of thought was halted as a familiar figure slid into his peripheral vision. As quietly as he could, Leonardo hid himself behind a set of shelves, peering out from over the rows of books. Cowled in white, with sleek tapering robes, and an ornate, slender blade always at his hip, the Medici’s best assassin padded silently into the library, seemingly not noticing his presence. The cowl revealed only a strong jaw, lips thinned and cast in shadow.
Fascinated by the air of mystery the white assassin exuded, from the few glimpses that Leonardo had been afforded, usually of the man disappearing off the palazzo rooftops, Leonardo had asked his teacher about him once, shyly. Verrucchio had been uncharacteristically curt: no one but the Duke knows his name or his face; and you would do better to curb your curiosity, Leonardo.
Such remonstrations had never served well as deterrence, where Leonardo’s curiosity was involved. He had taken it upon himself to be on the look out for the assassin, but the cowled man kept no fixed hours for his visits, and seemed ghostlike in the utter secrecy of his movements.
And yet here he was, closer than Leonardo had ever seen him. Excited, Leonardo almost could not breathe or move; yet he must have made some sound, for the cowled head swung sharply over to regard him. Frozen, trying to make out the assassin’s expression under his cowl, the moment ticked by, with Leonardo tongue-tied and awkward, the assassin regarding him silently. Finally, the spell seemed to break, and the man turned to leave.
“Wait!” Leonardo darted out from behind the shelves, the heavy book of architecture that he had been perusing still cradled in his arms. “Were you looking for a book, signore? Perhaps I can assist you. My name is Leonardo da Vinci – Verrucchio’s apprentice.”
The assassin paused, looking him over curtly, and then he spoke, his voice velvet-smooth, with a faint hint of amusement. “Grazie, friend Leonardo, but I was looking for the Duke. Sometimes it amuses him to hide from me.”
“Surely not,” Leonardo said, startled. Lord Lorenzo seemed so mature… so dignified. Such games would be beneath him. “The Duke is most likely in his offices.”
“So his guards thought,” the assassin said, sounding long-suffering. Leonardo would place the man at least in his thirties, significantly older than either Leonardo or Lord Lorenzo; yet his tolerance of his master’s apparent antics seemed… indulgent, rather than exasperated. “Are you new?”
“My master and teacher, Verrucchio, has been gracious enough to allow me to accompany him to the palazzo only this week,” Leonardo said happily. “I think that the Duke may have found some small favor with my lute.”
“No doubt that was not the only matter he favored,” the assassin said dryly, as though to himself. The casual way with which the cowled man referred to his master was disconcerting; as though they were allies, though that could not be true, or something else, perhaps, something more. Thinking this over, Leonardo nearly missed the assassin’s next casual question. “Are you enjoying yourself here?’
“Yes, of course,” Leonardo said quickly, “The Duke is kind and gracious. I owe him a great debt, for more than his permission for my presence.”
“That is good,” the assassin decided, his lips quirking into a lopsided, playful smirk. “I should take my leave, before my master tires of his games. Perhaps we could speak again.” Briefly, the assassin raised his head, just enough for Leonardo to catch a flash of arrestingly intense dark eyes, then the assassin bowed, deep and fluid as a dancer, and walked silently out of the library.
Alone, flushed, his fingers dug tight into his book, Leonardo murmured into the air, “It would be my pleasure.”
Re: A Little (Honest) Competition [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-25 01:36 am (UTC)(link)A Little (Honest) Competition [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-26 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)Giovanni was surprised to find that Lorenzo was not alone, this late in the hour; his master’s shoulder cast his guest in shadow, and they seemed to be perusing a large scroll of schematics. Padding silently closer from the window, Giovanni was sure that he had made no sound, but Lorenzo looked up sharply.
“You are a little early.”
Beside Lorenzo, Leonardo smiled hesitantly at him. Next to the master of the palazzo and no doubt having already spent at least an hour answering intelligent questions about his schematics, the young apprentice seemed somewhat star-struck.
Reminding himself that Lorenzo’s diplomacy was what had brought Firenze to its knees before a Duke of such tender years, Giovanni smirked and bowed deeply. “Business brought me here early, Altezza.”
Lorenzo looked faintly displeased, clearly skeptical of his motives. “It cannot wait?”
“I do not wish to intrude,” Leonardo said gently, his gaze darting between them.
Under Lorenzo’s penetrating stare, Giovanni counted himself lucky that he had intercepted the Pazzi courier on his way here. Still, he could not help giving a facetious answer. “Would I interrupt you if it were not, master?”
Lorenzo sighed, but when he turned to regard Leonardo his smile was soft and benevolent, almost… fond, and Giovanni felt a faint spark of instinctive unease at the sight that he could not immediately place. “Leonardo, mi dispiace.”
“No, Altezza, it, it has been a great honor,” Leonardo’s confident speech stumbled, and the spots of color in his cheeks were heightening. “I was not aware that you had an interest in my, ah, more esoteric interests.”
Giovanni coughed to stifle his chuckle at Leonardo’s unfortunate choice of words. Lorenzo arched an eyebrow at him in silent challenge, and the assassin looked away, lowering his eyes. “Perhaps tomorrow, Leonardo.”
“Of course, Altezza. Arrivederci, Duce, signore assassino.” Sketching a quick, graceful bow, Leonardo left the office.
Instantly, Lorenzo turned on his assassin, his kindly smile replaced by a scowl. “You had best not be testing me, Giovanni.”
“Underhanded tactics, against your diplomacy, master,” Giovanni replied cheerfully, waiting a heartbeat as Lorenzo’s elegant brow furrowed further, then reaching into his inner pocket to retrieve the packet of correspondence. “But as it were, I do have legitimate business.”
“Give that here.” Lorenzo took the packet from him and started for his desk, only to freeze as Giovanni caught him with an arm around his waist, pulling him close to press a playful kiss against thinning lips, his master growling his displeasure. “Giovanni.”
Watching his master with Leonardo had stirred something within him that Giovanni was not sure that he was entirely comfortable with; something… jealous, for want of a better word. “For the letter, I want-”
“You’ll want silence, I do hope,” Lorenzo, however, did not pull out of his arms, tapping the sheaf of correspondence against his lips, his dark eyes calculating. “I have come up with suitable stakes for your wager.”
“Do tell.” Giovanni loved Lorenzo’s slender, long fingers, splayed over the sealed letters; the curve of his lip as it pulled upwards, almost playful, loved-
“The loser will be bound,” Lorenzo said, so very blandly, as though discussing the market price of sugar, “And so being, must watch the winner have his way with the prize.”
-his incredibly devious mind. Taking a deep breath to curb the immediate erotic images his own evidently corrupted mind saw fit to supply him with at that point, Giovanni said dryly, a little breathlessly, “And you are still so confident of winning, Altezza?”
“In diplomacy, one tries to set up scenarios where a ‘losing’ outcome is not entirely without benefit,” Lorenzo said, just as blandly, and now his master smirked. “It looks as though you would desire winning… far more than I would mind losing, my dear Giovanni. Now, unhand me. Until the matter is resolved I am afraid that fairness dictates any intimacy to be off limits.”
Giovanni groaned, but he obeyed. “Somehow, it looks to me as though I have blundered into some sort of trap.”
“Try not to wager against a politician.”
Re: A Little (Honest) Competition [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-26 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)Please continue and may anon never run out of ideas!! /o/
A Little (Honest) Competition [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-27 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)Lorenzo would never admit it, but he did enjoy annoying Giovanni. As patient as the older man was, however, this usually took far more effort than he could afford to expend; matters of state and finance oft occupied most of his days into the night, and during the assassin’s visits he was usually too weary to do more than snipe. The introduction of Leonardo, on the other hand, made matters simpler. It was amusing how Giovanni clearly resented any overt interest that Lorenzo showed Leonardo – or vice versa.
Past the first two weeks, however, what had been a vaguely entertaining game set up to pass the time between dispatches with Milano was beginning to turn inconvenient. Giovanni was by no means the most handsome of bed partners available to Lorenzo but he was by far the most exhilarating, with his experience and his blasé approach towards the concept of insubordination. As much as Lorenzo did not like to contemplate it, he was losing patience with the wager.
Still, Leonardo himself was a stimulating enough companion that at least when in his company, Lorenzo had little thought for his own increasingly thorny problems. They were walking sedately through a corridor on the third floor of the palazzo, empty save for the guards following at a discreet distance, and Leonardo had paused amidst discussing ingenious uses of gunpowder with an unfortunately perceptive query.
“This may not be my place to ask, Altezza, but you seem… colder to your assassino of late.”
“It is not your place to ask.” Lorenzo had outright snapped at Giovanni the last time, despite still being in Leonardo’s presence. Having his assassin so close, but yet out of his own rules, untouchable, was becoming irksome; particularly when his body still clearly remembered how the flat, smooth planes of scarred muscle felt under his palms, how sinfully tight his assassin was when writhing and moaning his name beneath him-
Clearly, Leonardo lacked a healthy sense of self-preservation, pressing on. “Then forgive me, Altezza, when I venture to add that he has advised me that he is not entirely certain how such matters had come to pass.”
Underhanded tactics. Giovanni was all too clear on the point, in Lorenzo’s opinion. Suppressing his irritation, it took all of Lorenzo’s self-control to smile gently and clap a hand on Leonardo’s shoulder. “Then, for you, perhaps the next I speak with him I will outline the… issue clearly.”
“Grazie,” Leonardo said wryly, with a quick backward glance at the guards, and then he lowered his tone. “Ah… I would not like this to reach his ears, but I do think that he dislikes our discussions. He seems… possessive.”
“His loyalty is unflinching,” Lorenzo said carefully, hiding his amusement at how Giovanni might just have shot himself in the foot. “And he can be eccentric. But unfortunately for him, I do so enjoy our discussions, Leonardo.”
Leonardo’s smile was hesitant even as they reached Lorenzo’s office, leaving the guards outside. “He said also, out of concern for you, that our continued frequent discussions may hurt you politically, Altezza. As you and I know, all too intimately, the penalty for even appearing to be… involved, with another man, is quite final. I owe you a great debt, and I do not wish to be a burden.”
Giovanni was a surprisingly challenging opponent after all. Lorenzo had to pause and think, wary of the eggshells now beneath his feet. “You are hardly a burden, Leonardo, and my hands are hardly as clean as you think. No ruler’s hands can be. If I can find a little solace between handling matters of state, then that is my business, particularly when it involves company as pleasant as yours.”
Leonardo seemed flattered, his smile broadening, emboldened enough to reach forward to press fingers lightly over Lorenzo’s wrist. “If that is what you think, Altezza, then I am honored that you think so, and can hardly object further. I too,” the apprentice added, averting his eyes, “Enjoy our discussions.”
A Little (Honest) Competition [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-27 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)“Al… Altezza…” Leonardo breathed, as Lorenzo leant closer. “I… I do not think this is entirely advisable…”
“Forget whether it is advisable. Do you want this?” Lorenzo instructed, keeping his tone velvet and low, stroking the pad of a thumb over Leonardo’s lower lip.
“Duce…”
“Yes, or no?” His words gentle, yet inexorable; Lorenzo could see that the apprentice was wavering, on the cusp of surrender.
“Yes,” Leonardo breathed, their lips a finger’s breadth apart, “And yet no, Altezza. Forgive me… you have been kind to me, but even as I do want you, I cannot out of conscience… there, there is another whom I want just as much, and it would be unfair-”
“Another?” Lorenzo frowned.
“Your assassin, Duce… I am so sorry…” The apprentice’s voice trailed off as Lorenzo began to chuckle, and he blushed in embarrassment. “I know I do not deserve your attention-”
“Come out, Giovanni,” Lorenzo said dryly, pressing a brushing kiss over Leonardo’s forehead. “I know you are there.”
Giovanni bowed once he emerged out of the shadows in the corners of the room to the dim light afforded from the torches lit below, in the courtyard, his smile rueful. “A tie, master?”
“A tie,” Lorenzo pressed his lips against a mouth parting in puzzled surprise, and chuckled again at Leonardo’s flinch as Giovanni pressed up behind the apprentice, encircling them both with his arms, the steel spring of his bracer mechanism pushed against Lorenzo’s hip. “A pity. Watching you beg for mercy is always so compelling.”
“What do you propose in turn, master?” Giovanni stifled Leonardo’s attempted query with a quick nip over his ear that trailed down to the curve of his neck, gently nuzzling long tresses aside.
“We share. That is, if the prize has no objections.” Lorenzo turned an encouraging smile to Leonardo, followed by a sly one from his assassin.
Leonardo laughed, then, glancing between them both, his quick mind clearly connecting the dots from the scarcity of clues. “No objections, Altezza.”
“Then, let us retire to my chambers.” Lorenzo cupped Leonardo’s cheek, smirking as the apprentice nuzzled his palm, and his assassin kissed his ring. “Care for another wager, Giovanni? This time, over matters of performance?”
“I think I have learned my lesson, master,” Giovanni drawled, even as he took long fingers into his mouth and groaned as Lorenzo curled a nail over the arch of his tongue.
-fin: I find it very difficult to write 3somes. ^^;; OP, hope you liked!-
OP
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(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 08:49 am (UTC)(link)if op and writeranon have no objections, i could continue the NC17 part c:
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(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 08:55 am (UTC)(link)hurr i'm glad i can type
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(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 10:11 am (UTC)(link)also, scariest moment of my life: my captcha for this post HAS MY FIRST NAME IN IT. BRB HIDING FOREVER.
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(Anonymous) 2010-03-18 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)lol - great!