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Deep Blue [1/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)I.
“You wished to see me, Ammiraglio?” Giovanni Auditore doffed his hat and bowed as the guardsmen filed out of the luxurious office. Evidence of Lorenzo’s iron discipline dominated every inch of his domain, from the alphabetically arranged leather books along the shelves to the neat stacks of paperwork at a perfect angle on the mahogany desk, the quill set parallel to the dispatch that the Ammiraglio was perusing as he looked up.
Life on land in Firenze seemed to suit Lorenzo de’ Medici; he had taken to politics far more easily than command on the high seas. Sharp gray eyes raked over him, then Lorenzo sighed and picked up the quill again. The heavy brocade coat of the Admiralty was draped carefully over the back of his plush chair, but even in the heat of summer Lorenzo had deigned only to unbutton the first ivory catch against his throat. The stiff white shirt choked into lace at his wrists and at his neck; sleek, young and handsome, his brow creased into a frown that seemed increasingly permanent, Lorenzo yet failed to look more than his five-and-twenty years.
“Capitano di vascello,” Lorenzo’s use of his title indicated that the business was official. “I have just received a rather… disconcerting report from the Barbary coast.”
Giovanni racked his mind briefly for the latest news from the tumultuous region, fought over by privateers, pirates, and the occasional ship from the Spanish, English or Italian navies. “That is outside my ambit of responsibility, sir.”
“I know that you and your Regina Vittoria are currently busy skirmishing with the Ottoman corsairs in the Adriatic,” Lorenzo said quietly, “But I felt that you may wish to take some time away to follow this matter. About two weeks ago the merchant ship Celeste was boarded by pirates off the coast of Tripoli. Its supplies and cargo were taken, but the merchants were left unharmed.”
“Surprisingly good behavior for a pirate ship, but not unusual.” The smarter pirates recognized that merchants were like sheep to be fleeced; if one left them alive, the merchants could simply be raided again on a later date. “I fail to see why you would be concerned with such a trivial matter, Ammiraglio.”
“Leonardo da Vinci was on that ship,” Lorenzo said flatly, “And he was not among the merchants when the ship docked at Forlì. The Captain and the First Mate swore upon the bible that Leonardo insisted on remaining on the pirate ship – despite everyone’s objections, including that of the pirates themselves.”
“Then that is indeed a problem for the Admiralty,” Giovanni said, somewhat taken aback. Leonardo was the foremost talent behind the constantly evolving designs of the Regina Marina; without him, they could have long lost the wars against Lissa and the Ottoman Empire. Under the breadth of genius that his mind encapsulated, the Regina Marina had grown from a handful of squabbling ships from the unified states to a force perhaps powerful enough to rival even the British fleet. “Why would he stay?”
“The pirate ship was a galleon,” Lorenzo said mildly, “With white sails, and which flew red flags in lieu of the Jolly Roger. Yet it bore a distinct symbol on the mainsail: a gray symbol, like a downward arcing scythe, over a shallow curve.”
Giovanni narrowed his eyes. “Altaïr.”
“The crew and its passengers have been sworn to secrecy. News of Leonardo’s disappearance will be kept under wraps for as long as possible. The Captain advised us further, however, that Leonardo’s sudden decision to remain with the pirate ship seemed to be due to his recognition of an Italian pirate on the ship, with dark brown hair bound at his neck, and a scar on his lip.”
Deep Blue [2/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)“You are the best of our hunters, my dear Giovanni,” Lorenzo took a bound commission stamped with the Admiralty seal from the stack of correspondence, handing it to Giovanni, “But Altaïr will not be easy prey. If you can return Leonardo to the Regina Marina I will count your task successful. Whether any pirates dance at the end of the hangman’s noose at the end of the matter is of little concern to me. Good hunting.”
“God’s blessing, sir, and thank you again.”
“It has been a long time, Giovanni,” Lorenzo turned back to the dispatch. “Someday when you are less busy, perhaps you should look for me in Firenze. There are matters that we should discuss.”
II.
“We could,” Malik said irritably, “Just throw the man overboard.”
Ezio glared at the one-armed First Mate from across the wide walnut table in the Captain’s cabin. Maps were strewn in various stages of order and vandalism across the wood, with one of the world affixed permanently to the center with a jeweled dagger. Trophies from across the Continent adorned the walls and the paneled ground: tiger’s fur from Siberia, paintings from the Orient, armor from the Isles, wooden masks and spears from the Dark Continent. At the end of the table, his legs crossed, fingers steepled before his nose, a battered black captain’s hat cast Altaïr’s eyes into shadow.
“We will be doing no such thing.”
“And yet,” Altaïr said dryly, “By your own words you have said that having this Leonardo on board would mean that we will make an enemy of the Regina Marina. You are a valuable member of my crew, Ezio, but I have the safety of the entire ship to think about.”
“If we throw him overboard they will come after us out of vengeance,” Ezio said sourly. “Putting aside the fact that he is a friend of mine.”
“Then,” Malik said, baring his teeth, “We kick you both out at the nearest Italian port, and wish you safety and peace.”
“I am on this ship for a reason, Malik,” Ezio growled, unwilling to back down, “Until I have slain Rodrigo I will not leave it.”
“You and your utter stubbornness will be the death of us all-”
“Peace, Malik.” Altaïr said wearily.
“No, Altaïr, it has been two weeks and we still cannot decide what to do with Ezio’s friend! In the meantime, word has no doubt reached the Regina Marina exactly which pirate ship happens to have their precious engineer in custody! And not just the Marina, all the other Navies which would no doubt want to have Leonardo under their control!”
“We have always been hunted, Malik. On the other hand,” Altaïr said, undaunted by the flare of his first mate’s temper, “A ship of the Regina Marina would now be very unlikely to fire upon us. Were we to run into the same, we need simply put Leonardo aboard a boat, and leave. Na’am? It would be difficult for us to turn back for Italia right now; Jacopo will not be in Sfax for much longer. After we take Jacopo’s life, perhaps we can drop Leonardo near Napoli.”
“Assuming that he is willing to leave the ship,” Malik scowled at Ezio, his glare pointed.
“I will persuade him, Malik,” Ezio said as ingratiatingly as he could. It was rare that Altaïr disagreed outright with Malik on matters outside of marks and targets. “I do not want him aboard any more than you do.”
“Make sure you do,” Malik retorted unmercifully, his dark eyes narrowed. “Go. We will set course for Sfax.”
“Are you the Captain, or Altaïr?” Ezio could not resist a mischievous grin.
Malik scowled, but Altaïr smirked from under his hat. “Maa’ assalama, Ezio. Go and talk some sense into your friend.”
III.
Leonardo smiled warmly once Ezio let himself into the cabin. Malik had decided that the famous engineer should be kept apart from the crew – and any chance of being spotted by passing ships (however tiny a chance this would be) – and as such, was to be confined as much as possible to Ezio’s cabin.
Deep Blue [3/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)“Buona sera, Ezio. We are headed west: am I welcome after all?”
“Hardly.” Ezio did not bother to ask how Leonardo would have discerned their direction with no compass or any good view of the overcast sky. “The crew is still suspicious of you and Malik is yet concerned that we will be hunted down by the Regina Marina. But, for now, we are hunting a mark of our own, and Altaïr deems it inconvenient to have you dropped off in Italia until we are done.”
Leonardo cleared a space at the desk as Ezio set their dinner down upon it, some sort of unrecognizable stew on his part and an even more suspicious looking gruel-like concoction for Leonardo. Altaïr had graciously instructed the ship’s cook to cater to Leonardo’s vegetarianism, and the engineer ate whatever he was given with no complaint.
As they settled down to eat, Ezio added, “But after we are done, you must leave. Altaïr intends to leave you at Napoli.”
“It has been five years, Ezio,” Leonardo said calmly. “It is clear to me that you have had others in between, but I am still as much in love with you as ever.”
Ezio flushed. Hearing what he had feared being stated so frankly stole his carefully prepared script from his mind. “I… well-”
“Five years is a long time to chase another’s shadow in the name of vengeance, my love,” Leonardo sobered, looking down at his bowl. “A long time to leave everything you had behind to do so.”
“The only family I left behind was my father, and he has always had greater concerns than vengeance. The coastline villages of Italia need his protection from the Ottoman corsairs. So the blood of my mother, my sister, my brothers; it falls to me to avenge them.” Ezio said coldly. “If I had to leave everything behind, it was a small price to pay.”
“And what have you wrought in all this time?”
“There is progress,” Ezio kept a tight hold on his temper. Leonardo was mature, wise and highly intelligent, several years his senior; if he recalled, anger only served to amuse. “One day I will have Rodrigo’s head.”
“And what more will you have lost by that time?” Leonardo asked sadly.
“If I have to give more, anything, to kill him, I will,” Ezio retorted. “You know what he did to my family.”
“Your father-”
“I do not begrudge my father his justice. People need him.”
“You did not think he would miss you? That I would miss you?”
“This is more important than that, Leonardo. I am sorry.” Saying those words took more out of him than he had thought possible, so long now after that day, and Ezio finished his meal in silence, the food now tasteless in his mouth.
“How did you find a ship with the same goals as yourself?” Leonardo said, in a more conciliatory tone, as Ezio began clearing up the bowls and cutlery. “You were there one day, gone the next.”
“This ship, Second Sight, is Altaïr’s. He was a… sometime correspondent with my father,” Ezio said hesitantly. Five years, and he could not help but trust Leonardo. “Once, I saw the letters on my father’s desk.”
“And read them, naturally.”
“Of course.” Ezio flashed his onetime lover a quick grin of old mischief. “I gather that they are acquaintances, if not friends. Both battle the Templars, if in their own way. Altaïr heeds no port or king, while somewhere along the line, both my father and uncle have become intrinsically embroiled in the Regina Marina. I felt that Altaïr’s ways would better serve my purpose, so I sent him a message. He accepted. There was an interview at Napoli,” Ezio smiled faintly, “In which the one-armed man you have met cast many aspersions on my sanity.”
“The First Mate?” Leonardo recalled, with an answering grin. “No doubt.”
Deep Blue [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)“You could have asked me to come with you.”
“I left as Capitano Giovanni’s surviving child, seeking to avenge his family. That much the Marina can accept. If I had left as the man who had spirited the great Leonardo da Vinci away in the night, the manhunt would have been instant and swift,” Ezio pointed out. “Do not think I was not tempted, caro mio. But I could not ask that of you. Nor could I have afforded to do so.”
“You speak of sacrifice,” Leonardo said gently, but his gaze remained even, hypnotic, as he rose to his feet and stepped closer, closer, until he had Ezio pinned between himself and the edge of the desk, a hand cupping his cheek, roughened from metalwork and associated scars. “And yet you assume I would not have given just as much to be by your side?”
“I would not want you to,” Ezio said as firmly as he could. “Not because of what either of us want. Italia needs you.”
“I have given everything I could to Italia ever since Lorenzo de’ Medici discovered that I had a talent for making weapons,” Leonardo said softly, leaning closer, until their lips brushed and Ezio’s parted in a silent moan, just remembering, nights stolen in what little privacy there was in Leonardo’s vast workshop at the docks, or laughing like schoolboys while trying to be silent in the Auditore palazzo, wary of Maria’s wrath, or watching the moon rise on a rooftop overlooking the Ponte Vecchio. “And yet I have asked for nothing.”
“You-” Leonardo’s kiss still had the ability to steal all breath and sense, their tongues tangling as Ezio melted hungrily against the engineer, grasping him tightly by the shoulders and pressing closer, his groan stifled between them. None of the men or women he had lain with in the last five years could compare with Leonardo, with his surety of touch and his experience.
And to think, Ezio felt, as Leonardo made a choked sound in his throat and crushed him closer, breaking only for a raspy breath before kissing him again, that once he had been the one after the engineer’s tail, spending all his free time in the workshop provided by the Medici on the guise of official business, hoping to catch Leonardo’s eye amongst the scores of young assistants. He had been so young and in love-
“Ezio,” Leonardo whispered, ragged0, his mouth buried against his neck, now, lips pressed exquisitely against his pulse.
-but five years changed a man, all too easily. Gently, Ezio pushed Leonardo back, just enough that he could look him in the eyes. “Italia needs you, Leonardo. One day when I have slain Rodrigo, I will return. Even if you have another by your side, I will come back to see you.”
“I do not care about-”
“You may not care but I do,” Ezio forced himself to be ruthless, turning his cheek into the kiss quickly to avoid it.
“Give me what you can until Napoli,” Leonardo said urgently, desperately, his lips slanting up over Ezio’s jaw instead, slow and wet, “And I promise you I will return to the Marina as you wish.”
Ezio took a deep breath to remonstrate, but as he closed his eyes, Leonardo pressed closer; the next kiss stole more than his breath, and the next, his resolve. He walked Leonardo towards the narrow bed, mouths locked, tugging sharply at clasps and catches, even as the engineer sought the laces of his vest behind his back; when they made love, long into the night, with him bent beneath Leonardo, teeth in his neck and his cries of ecstasy undoubtedly loud enough to alert the rest of the crew as to what was transpiring – it was bittersweet.
Deep Blue [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)Much to Ezio’s surprise, Malik warmed up to Leonardo surprisingly quickly, and when they were within sight of Sfax, the engineer was on deck, chatting animatedly to the First Mate about ocean currents. At the helm, his fingers easy on the wheel, Altaïr stared into the distance, looking thoughtful. The Captain had been unnaturally quiet since he had received a missive in the morning.
Lulled by the warmth of the afternoon sun, Ezio dared ask, “So who was it? From a port in the storm?”
Altaïr blinked slowly at him for a moment, then he snorted and turned back to Sfax. “You have Leonardo, I have Malik. Your Leonardo seems to be a tolerant man. Malik, on the other hand, would probably cut off my balls.”
“Then?”
“Your father is coming,” Altaïr said soberly, after a moment’s pause. “He may find us, he may not, but I think, they call him ‘Lorenzo’s falcon’, do they not, in Italia?”
Ezio straightened hastily. “Why did you not tell me immediately?”
“I am Captain here,” Altaïr reminded him, his eyes sharp, challenging, until Ezio dropped his stare, his fingers clenching. “I need you focused in Sfax. It will not be easy, what you must do, with the guard patterns.”
“I will be focused.” Ezio scowled. His father. It had been more than five years since he had seen Giovanni Auditore; the Capitano had been away when Borgia assassins had murdered his family. Having spent the night at Leonardo’s workshop, only Ezio had been spared. In the morning, in shock, he had listened numbly to the Leonardo’s condolences, and then to Lorenzo’s, and when evening had fallen, had made his own decisions. “How could he? His duties on the Adriatic-”
“Leonardo is the reason why the Regina Marina can hold its own against the other Empires,” Altaïr said comfortably. “Of course they would send their best. Perhaps it would be… good for us, in a way. Passing Leonardo into your father’s custody would be safer than leaving him to his devices in Napoli.”
“That is true,” Ezio said uncomfortably. The one person with the words and the will to sway him from his determination would be his father; the one person he could not see until his blade had found its way into Rodrigo’s throat.
“Look always into the future, friend Ezio,” Altaïr said, a little more kindly, his fingers tapping at a spoke. “But do not let merely looking consume you.”
“I will not fail you at Sfax,” Ezio pushed away from the rail, heading towards Leonardo, “And at the end, when we face Rodrigo, I will be there.”
Altaïr stared at him a moment longer, and then behind, at the endless sea. “I do not doubt it, Ezio.”
-fin… er… very, very little smut. ^^ maybe does not qualify for bonus points, ah well. short AU!-
Re: Deep Blue [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)writeranon
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Deep Blue [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-28 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)Th-there needs to be more! More, I say! ...That was awesome, writeranon. Why are you so awesome?