First time filling, writing man on man and I'm quite tired, but... you're right, this pairing deserves more love! I hope this is what you were looking for!
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Ezio walked out of the Colosseum, just discovering Machiavelli is not the traitor La Volpe thinks he is. He whistles for his horse, and run-mounted it and hurried over to the place they'd meet.
Arriving at the Thermae, he noticed it was awkwardly silent, though people were out. He saw the man he never truly doubted standing on the exact other side of the old Thermae, and La Volpe casually approaching the man he blamed for all the mishaps happening lately. Machiavelli would never suspect a thing, and he wouldn't even be able to defend himself.
Not that he was weak. Ezio had seen the man battle, and he knew, under that uptight appearance rested a muscled body.
But Machiavelli's muscled body would be a dead one if he didn't hurry right now. He leaped over the ledges and landed right between Machiavelli and La Volpe. He turned to wise fox and told him casually about his findings from before. The way he told it, Machiavelli wouldn't know of La Volpe's lack of faith in him, and everybody would remain friendly to one each other.
"Thank you Ezio, you saved me from making a mistake." La Volpe said goodbye and walked off, leaving Ezio and the strategist alone. When the last thief that had been positioned on the roofs in the immediate area had left, Machiavelli turned to Ezio. "I'm glad you came to clean my name, my friend." Ezio's shocked expression made him smile. "I was quite disappointed when I noticed your lack of trust in me." "My lack of trust?" Ezio couldn't help but wonder. "What about La Volpe's, I never truly believed you to be able of such a deed. I only was cautious, because I had to."
Machiavelli chuckled and took a step closer. "La Volpe is a worrywart, that needs to check his thieves more often. I suspected that thief of his a long time, but I never had the hard evidence, and if I had pointed him out without any, La Volpe would only think I was trying to put the blame on someone else. But no matter, all is settled now, except... I have to reward you for coming to my rescue, hmmm?" Machiavelli chuckled.
"That is quite alright" Ezio said, he noticed how the man had moved real close unnoticed to him, which is a rarity. "I'm sure you could've handled him." "I might have been able to handle him" -one step closer, which caused Ezio to take one step backwards closer to the edge of the Thermae, with the ancient bath a few yards below them- "But I'm not so sure about the dozen or so thieves ready to attack. They lack skills in battle, but in great numbers they could just prove the distraction needed for La Volpe to strike me down." He reached out and pretended to put Ezio's collars back up. They must've folded down when he hurried all the way to take the blame of his friend. "What is it, that all the girls reward you with, my friend?" Machiavelli asked with a sly smile. "Is it a kiss?" and he leaned in and pressed his lips on the older man. Ezio completely taken back by this sudden action, was confused. He knew his friend Leonardo might or might not have a thing for the male gender, but he never suspected Machiavelli did. Surely this was a joke? He pulled his head back, only noticing how his balance was almost completely gone.
Attempt at fill 1/?
I hope this is what you were looking for!
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Ezio walked out of the Colosseum, just discovering Machiavelli is not the traitor La Volpe thinks he is. He whistles for his horse, and run-mounted it and hurried over to the place they'd meet.
Arriving at the Thermae, he noticed it was awkwardly silent, though people were out. He saw the man he never truly doubted standing on the exact other side of the old Thermae, and La Volpe casually approaching the man he blamed for all the mishaps happening lately. Machiavelli would never suspect a thing, and he wouldn't even be able to defend himself.
Not that he was weak. Ezio had seen the man battle, and he knew, under that uptight appearance rested a muscled body.
But Machiavelli's muscled body would be a dead one if he didn't hurry right now. He leaped over the ledges and landed right between Machiavelli and La Volpe. He turned to wise fox and told him casually about his findings from before. The way he told it, Machiavelli wouldn't know of La Volpe's lack of faith in him, and everybody would remain friendly to one each other.
"Thank you Ezio, you saved me from making a mistake." La Volpe said goodbye and walked off, leaving Ezio and the strategist alone. When the last thief that had been positioned on the roofs in the immediate area had left, Machiavelli turned to Ezio.
"I'm glad you came to clean my name, my friend." Ezio's shocked expression made him smile. "I was quite disappointed when I noticed your lack of trust in me."
"My lack of trust?" Ezio couldn't help but wonder. "What about La Volpe's, I never truly believed you to be able of such a deed. I only was cautious, because I had to."
Machiavelli chuckled and took a step closer. "La Volpe is a worrywart, that needs to check his thieves more often. I suspected that thief of his a long time, but I never had the hard evidence, and if I had pointed him out without any, La Volpe would only think I was trying to put the blame on someone else. But no matter, all is settled now, except... I have to reward you for coming to my rescue, hmmm?" Machiavelli chuckled.
"That is quite alright" Ezio said, he noticed how the man had moved real close unnoticed to him, which is a rarity. "I'm sure you could've handled him."
"I might have been able to handle him" -one step closer, which caused Ezio to take one step backwards closer to the edge of the Thermae, with the ancient bath a few yards below them- "But I'm not so sure about the dozen or so thieves ready to attack. They lack skills in battle, but in great numbers they could just prove the distraction needed for La Volpe to strike me down." He reached out and pretended to put Ezio's collars back up. They must've folded down when he hurried all the way to take the blame of his friend. "What is it, that all the girls reward you with, my friend?" Machiavelli asked with a sly smile. "Is it a kiss?" and he leaned in and pressed his lips on the older man. Ezio completely taken back by this sudden action, was confused. He knew his friend Leonardo might or might not have a thing for the male gender, but he never suspected Machiavelli did. Surely this was a joke? He pulled his head back, only noticing how his balance was almost completely gone.
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