“Really now? You won’t? There is…nothing I could do to convince you?” He sat back, pulling Giovanni up with him to settle on his lap. The younger smiled, a beautiful radiant thing that was what drew Ezio to him in the first place.
“A good morning kiss~” And it was deep, passionate kiss that the older assassin chuckled into. It was a rare person that sparked Ezio’s thoughts and interests, and Giovanni was one of them. It had built to the point that Ezio had finally all but lured the younger man to him in the hours after Giovanni’s initiation into the Brotherhood. But to his surprise, Giovanni needed no luring or convincing. He had stayed with him. They had shared love together.
However, the biggest surprise was afterwards: Giovanni didn’t leave. Well, leave in a romantic sense. He continued to see him in secret. Sending soft smiles his way. Slipping little notes in his reports. Rubbing his foot against his leg when he managed to get a seat near him at the table. Imagine! Someone as young as Giovanni being interested in him!
‘My God, now I’m even calling myself old!’ Ezio shook his head and stood, reaching for the clothes that Giovanni had left at the foot of the bed. The relationship…could be considered dangerous. At the very least that they were both men, not to mention that it could be seen as a form of favoritism by the other assassins. He ran a hand through Giovanni’s curls as he sighed. Why could nothing be simple?
“Don’t forget your bow lessons later today. And for Christ’s sake, please don’t grumble about learning higher forms of the crossbow!” He slapped the young man’s ass after he finally pulled on his pants.
He caught Giovanni rolling his eyes before he pulled his shirt on, “But I like the traditional bow better! I’ll learn the crossbow, but I don’t like it being shoved at me…” He turned to leave, then jogged back to give Ezio one last kiss. “Until later, tesoro.” ____________ “Did you see that? Giovanni was coming from the direction of Il Mentore’s room!”
“Oh stop your gossip Lucia. Anyone could be coming or going anywhere. It doesn’t matter.”
“But what if he was in his room, Marcello?”
“He could have been asking the master for clarification. A special mission. Or any number of things! Your mind is so wild.”
Impervious Fragility 2/?
“A good morning kiss~” And it was deep, passionate kiss that the older assassin chuckled into. It was a rare person that sparked Ezio’s thoughts and interests, and Giovanni was one of them. It had built to the point that Ezio had finally all but lured the younger man to him in the hours after Giovanni’s initiation into the Brotherhood. But to his surprise, Giovanni needed no luring or convincing. He had stayed with him. They had shared love together.
However, the biggest surprise was afterwards: Giovanni didn’t leave. Well, leave in a romantic sense. He continued to see him in secret. Sending soft smiles his way. Slipping little notes in his reports. Rubbing his foot against his leg when he managed to get a seat near him at the table. Imagine! Someone as young as Giovanni being interested in him!
‘My God, now I’m even calling myself old!’ Ezio shook his head and stood, reaching for the clothes that Giovanni had left at the foot of the bed. The relationship…could be considered dangerous. At the very least that they were both men, not to mention that it could be seen as a form of favoritism by the other assassins. He ran a hand through Giovanni’s curls as he sighed. Why could nothing be simple?
“Don’t forget your bow lessons later today. And for Christ’s sake, please don’t grumble about learning higher forms of the crossbow!” He slapped the young man’s ass after he finally pulled on his pants.
He caught Giovanni rolling his eyes before he pulled his shirt on, “But I like the traditional bow better! I’ll learn the crossbow, but I don’t like it being shoved at me…” He turned to leave, then jogged back to give Ezio one last kiss. “Until later, tesoro.”
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“Did you see that? Giovanni was coming from the direction of Il Mentore’s room!”
“Oh stop your gossip Lucia. Anyone could be coming or going anywhere. It doesn’t matter.”
“But what if he was in his room, Marcello?”
“He could have been asking the master for clarification. A special mission. Or any number of things! Your mind is so wild.”
“Well…I guess that could be true…”