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In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-10 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)His master sighed, waving at the spare cushioned chair before his desk. “Come back here and sit down, Giovanni. Help me with the ledgers until you are ready to tell me about whatever it is that is eating at you.”
“But-”
“Giovanni.”
As always, Giovanni found it impossible to disobey when that particular steely tone was used against him, and he swallowed his protest, stalking back to the desk to sink down on the chair and accept the ledger and spare quill handed to him.
Much to Lorenzo’s probable disappointment, however, Giovanni was far more practiced at staying late, and numbers and figures had never been boring to him. Eventually, there was a yawn, a faint thump, and Giovanni shook his head slowly as he took his master’s quill from nerveless fingers and placed it on the table. Head folded in his arms, impeccable hair uncommonly askew, Lorenzo looked younger, vulnerable.
Feeling a little protective, Giovanni put down his quill and circled the room until he found the well-hidden door set against the wall. Locating the catch took a little more work, but the door eventually opened under his hands, into a small room with a window and no more furniture than a tiny bed and a set of fresh clothes.
Lorenzo was too exhausted to wake when Giovanni carefully nudged his shoulder, and eventually the assassin simply hauled his master’s arm over his shoulder and half-carried, half-dragged him into the room and arranged him on the bed, muttering darkly under his breath as he pulled off long boots and the gold chain of office, setting it under Lorenzo’s pillow.
When he was about to leave, Lorenzo caught him by the wrist, yawning. “Stay a while,” he commanded, sleepy and barely conscious, his dark eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep.
Sometime after daybreak, Giovanni told himself while sprinting home over the rooftops that it was merely habitual obedience that had him close the door and seat himself without complaint back down at his master’s side, Lorenzo’s slender hand in his grasp.
Maria was waiting for him in the hidden room, looking amused, when he emerged within it, rubbing his eyes and yawning. She looked him over, smirked, and said, “How was it?”
Giovanni scowled, too tired to defend himself or remonstrate with his wife’s presumption. “Nothing happened.”
“Truly? Pity.”
“Maria…”
“It would have been nice,” she added, with a sly smile and a quick kiss over his jaw, “To watch.” At his openmouthed expression of shock, Maria winked at him, clearly having gleefully anticipated his very reaction with her said wide streak of mischief and glided away towards the exit, blowing him a mocking kiss.
It was entirely possible that this was a form of subtle feminine vengeance, but Giovanni was too exhausted to think it over further as he sat down heavily at his desk. Clearly, all the problems in his life resulted from women.
-tbc, yes, stretching out Giovanni's humiliation for as long as I can, heh-
Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-10 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)lol, oh writeranon we love you so.
Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-10 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)Anyway, Challanger is yet again pleased. Can't wait till the next posting.
Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-11 04:25 am (UTC)(link)May I just say I absolutely adore how you've written Maria here? Open marriages ftw ^o^
In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-12 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)Keeping Lorenzo up past midnight, as it turned out, was fairly easy after all, particularly once he settled into helping the Duce with his ledgers. Maria had also taken pity on his dilemma and had offered up some topics of conversations that were also of much assistance.
On hindsight, however, once matters stretched pleasantly like this for a week, he should have known that leaving more or less promptly after midnight would have caused some suspicion. Lorenzo, after all, was far more intelligent than he by any measure.
“Giovanni.”
“Altezza?” Giovanni was absorbed in a thorny set of columns that persistently refused to balance, nibbling at a feather, his head resting on his palm, fingers curled in his hair.
“A week is long enough to delay asking a favor, would you not think so?”
Giovanni stifled a sigh. Lorenzo seemed to have settled on that conclusion and had been refusing to budge since. “I am here for your company, Duce.” That was true enough. “Unless you would prefer to be alone?”
“Of course not,” Lorenzo was tapping his fingers on the desk, by the sounds of it: a sure sign that the Duce was irrevocably intrigued by some problem. “It does seem sudden.”
Giovanni tried a lie. “I have some recent concerns about your safety, but nothing solid enough to warrant your attention.”
Lorenzo chuckled, and Giovanni risked a brief glance upwards; the Duke looked amused. Not a good sign. “And these concerns only last until midnight? Come to think of it, your actions seem to coincide with my prior comments that I only return to my personal chambers before midnight. Is there some sort of… reservation that you have, about that?”
The assassin controlled his expression carefully, studiously reading columns. He didn’t trust himself to meet his master’s undoubtedly knowing eyes. He should have known better than to fall into the trap of habit. “Ah… of course not, Altezza.”
“For an assassin you are a very poor liar.” Lorenzo said, with a velvet purr that sounded absolutely out of place in his master’s voice. Indignantly, Giovanni snapped his chin upwards to retort, and found himself kissing his master instead; Lorenzo had leant precariously over the desk, elegant fingers twisting around his neck. At his low gasp, lips parting, the Duke’s tongue flicked into his mouth, exploring, warm and wet; Giovanni groaned and drew it in further, dazed with startled pleasure, sucking on Lorenzo’s tongue until the Duke moaned.
A breath was all Lorenzo allowed him before crushing their lips together again; and then warms thighs were splayed over his lap and his fingers were walking up the back of his master’s robes by their own accord, their breathing growing heavier, stuttered with heady, wild lust. It was not like this with Maria-
The thought of his wife caused him to jerk back with a low gasp, hands curling over Lorenzo’s shoulders. “Master-”
“Whenever I hear that from you,” Lorenzo growled, kneading muscle over the thin, loose sleeves of his shirt, “I can only think of how far I can take your obedience.”
“This was your wife’s idea,” Giovanni said quickly, as Lorenzo bent towards him. Another kiss and his self-control would be sorely tested; already he could feel the definite interest of the Duke’s body pressed over his right thigh.
“Clarice?” Lorenzo asked, puzzled enough to give pause. “Explain yourself.”
“While you were at Forlì,” Giovanni said carefully, “The Lady Clarice used your methods to contact me. She advised me that she, ah, was receiving a few too many… marital… visits from you and asked, that is to say, instructed me to do something about it.”
In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-12 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)“Where you were intoxicated-”
“I see,” Lorenzo folded his arms, looking thoughtful – but thankfully, he did not seem angry in the least. “Did you mention this to Maria?”
“She thought it was amusing.”
“And that only?”
“She thinks it is very amusing to entertain herself at my expense by implying every night in her speech that we are… well, and then laughing when I defend myself,” Giovanni complained, pushing his master gently by the shoulders. “Could you, ah, get off my lap, Altezza?”
“Why? This is quite comfortable.” Lorenzo’s mischievous smile reminded him a little too much of Maria in one of her moods. “Then, perhaps we should not disappoint your wife. And mine, it seems.”
“But… ngh…” Giovanni tensed as Lorenzo pushed back down with another searing, passionate kiss, so startlingly incongruous with the Duke’s usual cool poise; another and another and he was squirming under his master, hands shaky over slender hips and growling as Lorenzo ground against him. He was growing aroused and- “Master…”
Lorenzo’s eyes darkened, thumbs stroking over his cheeks, the Duke’s lips kiss-reddened and curled into a faint smirk. “Do I command you in all things, Giovanni?”
Nearly all, Giovanni wanted to amend, but with his master flushed and hungry on his lap, his eyes so arresting, his tone steel and silk both; he could find no words. Instead, Giovanni smiled wryly in return as he gently took up his master’s right palm, running a lick over the lifelines and up blade calluses; up further, over the ring finger set with the Medici crest.
The Duke chuckled softly, sensuous and low. “Then we shall retire to the room, my dear Giovanni.” Long fingers trailed down his neck, under his cowl, cool over the sliver of flesh that ended under his baldric. “You shall remove all these inconvenient clothes.” Fingers picked briefly at the buckle of his baldric, then at the heavier, silver crest of the Creed at his waist. “And then I intend to take a week’s worth of pleasure from your flesh.”
The last of Giovanni’s reservations gave under Lorenzo’s silky words, and he nipped at the tip of the ring finger, lapping over the roughened pads; his master growled, and tipped his chin up to claim his lips.
-tbc…? hmm, we’ll see if I feel up to writing any sort of smut.-
Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-12 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)Don't stop.Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-12 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)A pushy Lorenzo is unexpectedly hot.
YOU ARE WONDERFUL, ANON.
Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-12 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-12 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Giovanni, he just can't seem to win with those three.
Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-13 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)I love your writing. I really do!! XD
Re: In the interests of (someone else's) satisfactory married life [7/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-10 03:15 am (UTC)(link)writeranon says
(Anonymous) 2010-04-10 11:38 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for reading.
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(Anonymous) 2010-05-09 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)It's not that fair to be honest, I really like this story, but what does this Anon have to do to get the one who maintains the AC I/II archives to change this particualr story from !filling to !filled? Because, really, despite the fact the last post of the story doesn't say 7/7, it is indeed filled.
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