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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Giovanni/Lorenzo + optional Apple?
(Anonymous) 2011-01-06 07:02 am (UTC)(link)Or perhaps Giovanni or Lorenzo has looked into the Apple and seen the other's death in the future, leading up to some desperate!sex?
idk man, I just need this pairing, and I hope anon has fun filling this! xD
Re: Giovanni/Lorenzo + optional Apple?
(Anonymous) 2011-01-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)YES
Re: Giovanni/Lorenzo + optional Apple?
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 06:08 am (UTC)(link)Re: Giovanni/Lorenzo + optional Apple?
(Anonymous) 2011-01-13 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)The Long Game [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-28 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)On hindsight, this had not been one of his brother Giuliano's better ideas.
Lorenzo had to pause to take a breather, panting heavily, when Giuliano hauled him up onto the slippery, slate roof. His brother, Firenze's 'golden boy', even trotted over to the precarious edge of the roof to glance quickly behind them, at the distant shouts of the mercenaries who were pursuing them both, and grinned wickedly, the silver mantle from the moon making his handsome face wolfish under his cowl. They were both dressed unassumingly, with clothes that Giuliano had somehow procured earlier that afternoon, in storm gray cowls, brown breeches and tunics, and they looked nothing more like a pair of merchant brats out for mischief. Giuliano had laughed when he had voiced this opinion, and had somehow talked him into it anyway.
“We'll head north, over the rooftops,” Giuliano said jauntily, “And then we'll have lost them, easily.”
Lorenzo reflected tiredly that 'north over the rooftops' involved a dangerous route over narrow roofs and insane rope bridges, but for once, didn't have the breath to contradict his brother, up until Giuliano grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him forward.
“We are due to inherit Firenze at any time, and you look to kill us both.”
“Oh, I am sure that Nannina will do just as well as either of us,” Giuliano said dismissively, as they set out briskly in the apparent pursuit of lethal insanity. “You cannot deny that this has been a most instructive evening.”
“Discovering that there are men who would try to kill us at any cost should we be identified on the street without our guards?”
“Our current state of popularity with the public-”
Lorenzo groaned, rubbing at his temple as he tried his best to keep up with Giuliano without slipping and meeting an undignified, broken death far below. “Not so much the public but the N'ghata Merchant princes-”
“This will be our city,” Giuliano waved a hand out to encompass the winding slate rooftop maze of Firenze. “We cannot learn its heartbeat safe within our palazzo, hiding behind our ledgers.”
“I would have preferred to learn its heartbeat with a complement of guards,” Lorenzo tried his best not to look down as he followed Giuliano in a short leap over a stomach-churning drop.
“The bank's finances are beginning to slow since our grandfather's time,” Giuliano disagreed. “We needed to... ah. Buona sera, good sir.”
To Lorenzo's horror, an archer had emerged from behind a rooftop garden, looking startled to see them both, raising his bow. “What are the two of you doing here! This is the residence of Galiano Matteo! It is a restricted area!”
“Good sir,” Giuliano said, with a bright smile, “My brother and I are-npth-”
Lorenzo had hastily clapped a hand over Giuliano's mouth. Gritting his teeth, he said, as politely as he could, “Unfortunately my brother and I have taken up a most regrettable dare. Please forgive our trespass. We will leave immediately.”
“A dare?” The archer shot them both a dubious stare, but he lowered his bow a fraction.
“From a young lady, sir,” Lorenzo said, trying to sound abashed and probably appearing exasperated instead.
The archer, however, shook his head and jerked his chin to a ladder leading downwards to his right. “Just leave. Cristo, young people nowadays.”
Giuliano wisely refrained from commenting, possibly after Lorenzo viciously kicked him in the ankle as he opened his mouth again, until they were another street away and squinting at the thoroughfares. This wasn't an area of Firenze that Lorenzo recognised on sight.
“We're lost,” Giuliano said primly, after another turn down a random street. “This is why I wanted to use the roof.”
“Be silent,” Lorenzo growled, glancing up, then he paused as he noticed a cage of pigeons, set up in a nook atop a second storey of a house, ahead of them at a corner. Could that be...?
“Now you see my point.” Giuliano said, as they clambered undoubtedly noisily up a stack of crates and over a sill to the cage, then he frowned. “Lorenzo, what are you doing?”
The Long Game [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-28 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)“Why would I have paper and ink?”
“Hold this,” Lorenzo said irritably, pushing the bird into his brother's hands, and tore a strip of cloth from the edge of his cloak. He bit his thumb, pressed the spot of blood onto the cloth, then tied the edges along the pigeon's leg the best he could and tossed the bird up into the air.
“And you think that the bird will find its master, rather than, say, returning to the pigeon coop at the palazzo,” Giuliano said dryly, being possessed of a mind that, if not as quick as his brother's, was still one to match.
“Do you have any other ideas?”
Giuliano had to admit that he did not, save for a rooftop navigation, with Lorenzo overruled, and they trudged in sullen silence down the street, trying to head for the Ponte Vecchio and keeping away from the main roads.
Giovanni found them when they were standing beside a closed branch of one of the Medici's banks, arguing with each other, and he looked a little pale. “Altezza, have you been injured?”
“Thankfully, the N'ghata's paid killers are as incompetent as their masters.” Lorenzo showed Giovanni his thumb. “Get us home.”
“I notice he did not ask about my well-being,” Giuliano said, with a scowl, but he followed meekly enough when Giovanni led them confidently down a hooked path. “Why do you have all the best pawns?”
“Because I know how to advance them.” Lorenzo retorted. Giovanni narrowed his eyes, but made no comment, even when he had brought them both safely back to the palazzo, melting back into the city's shadows once the Medici guards at the gate recognised them with excited shouts.
Lorenzo had changed out of Giuliano's ridiculous costume and into his nightshirt when Giovanni pressed silently along his back, moulding close, gloved hands stroking down his flanks to his hips. A year of enduring Giovanni's habit of entering rooms unnoticed had inured Lorenzo to shock, and he leaned back into the unyielding warmth as lips brushed up along the column of his neck.
“There was word on the street that the N'ghata had found two scions of the Medici,” Giovanni said, quietly, when Lorenzo had finished washing his hands in the silver basin. “Found and hanged them both.”
“Found and misplaced them both,” Lorenzo said, with a snort of disdain. “Even with Giuliano chattering away during the pursuit-” He sucked in a quick breath, as Giovanni nudged the collar of his nightshirt open further over his shoulders and bit down where his robes would hide the mark, working in his teeth unhurriedly, sucking until Lorenzo purred breathlessly and leaned into his assassin's mouth.
“I do not often understand why you indulge your brother.”
“My father intends to leave the reins of power to us both,” Lorenzo pointed out. “A certain degree of... ngh... cooperation is necessary.”
“Not when it places you in unnecessary danger.” Giovanni looked up from the corresponding mark that he had left on Lorenzo's other shoulder, nuzzling at it, then pressing a trail of scraping nips down unhurriedly towards his left arm, pulling the nightshirt along as far as the collar could go, then Lorenzo frowned as he heard the unmistakable sound of the hidden blade.
“Giovanni-” He didn't flinch, however, as the blade sliced up the back of his nightshirt, though he did scowl as he pulled the now useless fabric free. It didn't get past his wrists before Giovanni turned him around, pulling his hands gently but inexorably behind his back, and binding them with the shredded shirt while Lorenzo was distracted by a deep, possessive kiss that was pressed hard against his mouth, the last knot tied fast only when the young lord was breathless and panting shallowly against Giovanni's swelling lips. “Giovanni, what are you-”
The Long Game [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-28 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)“He had a very persuasive argument,” Lorenzo was nothing if not stubborn, even as his knees hit the back of his bed and Giovanni tumbled him over onto the covers. “Giovanni, my hands.”
“Do you understand what it is like to be helpless, padrone?” Apparently it was a rhetorical question, as Giovanni kissed him roughly, curled over him with gloved fingers digging into his shoulders, when Lorenzo opened his mouth to retort. Drunk on Giovanni's obvious lust and still uncertain if he liked the predatory, angry edge to the assassin's desire this night, Lorenzo shuddered and squirmed, a groan dragged deep from within him as Giovanni pulled back. “I think you do not. And that you should learn what it is like. Perhaps you will refrain from further foolishness in the future.”
“You are most insolent,” Lorenzo growled, stung. “You forget your place.”
“And the N'ghata would have been equally insolent had you not slipped their grasp.” Gloved thumbs curled briefly over his throat, pressing pointedly over the pulse at the jugular until Lorenzo grit his teeth and jerked away. “Milord.”
“Giovanni, stop this nonsense. Give me back my hands, or I will have you thrown out.”
“I'll gag you,” Giovanni said mildly, as he unbuckled first the baldric across his chest, then the complex arrangement of belts and sashes at his waist.
“You would not dare.”
“You have tried my patience most sorely tonight, padrone,” Giovanni tugged the red sash free of the ornate silver buckle and the belt. “Perhaps you need a thorough reminder of our pact. Firstly, that we are allies, and you will respect me as such,” Giovanni bent, to lap at a nipple, until Lorenzo arched with a gasp, then a soft moan when Giovanni turned to teeth. “Secondly,” Giovanni leaned up, licking into his mouth as Lorenzo pushed insistently into the kiss, demanding more, then growling and struggling in outrage when Giovanni pulled away to fit the red sash firmly over his mouth, “That I am no servant of yours, to obey you utterly.”
Lorenzo growled at him, trying to indicate that it would go poorly for Giovanni once his hands were free, but the sound emerged as an indignant, muffled squeak, and the assassin smirked at him, leaning up to press brushing kisses over his forehead and his eyes, pinning him down to the bed with his greater weight.
“You are not invulnerable, Lorenzo.” Giovanni said softly, the kisses pressing down to his right ear, Giovanni taking the lobe gently into his mouth, then nuzzling tenderly against the shell even as Lorenzo squirmed, furious. “Do you understand?”
Lorenzo glared at Giovanni, straining to free his legs, and the assassin sighed, manhandling Lorenzo onto his chest and lapping a wet stripe down his arching spine. “Perhaps a further lesson in humility is in order, padrone.”
Lorenzo was going to kill Giovanni once he was free.
Re: The Long Game [3/?]
Re: The Long Game [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-11 08:30 am (UTC)(link)Do continue please ^^
Re: The Long Game [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-04 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)