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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-07 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)I hope that came out coherent. I'm sick or drunk or something.
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-07 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)Somewhat fill? 1/2
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 06:12 am (UTC)(link)------
Lorenzo sat by the bed Giovanni was occupying, watching over him, eyes narrowed in worry. The assassin moaned softly and the duke was reminded of when he was younger, when Giovanni would come crashing through his window, bleeding heavily. He bit his lip – just like he used to – and reached out to take his assassin's arm, hesitating only a moment, before catching Giovanni's hand and holding it. Helpless, just like when he was but a princeling, ignored by the rest of the world – except Giovanni. His thumb rubbed unconsciously across his assassin's wrist, and Giovanni seemed to calm, relaxing.
"Don't even think, for a second, that you can just give up," he growled quietly at the assassin. "You have a family that loves you – you have me." His voice cracked, and Giovanni stilled, seeming to wake up. The assassin's eye cracked open, and he smiled slyly, albeit weakly. Lorenzo exhaled, pulling his arm back, his eyes closing for a moment.
"What; Altezza is worried about me? I feel so honored," he teased, his half-lidded eyes only partially concealing the hidden pain, pain that he had long gotten accustomed to. The duke rolled his eyes, effectively wiping away any worry still on his face.
"Giovanni, I have worried about you from the first time you returned to me, bleeding to death." The assassin's teasing gaze softened, though Lorenzo pretended not to notice. "You simply seem surprised that I have learned to hide my feelings." His gaze raked over the assassin, taking in his state. He looked only slightly feverish, and he visibly favored his injured shoulder, not even laying on it. "How is it?" he asked softly.
"It is nothing," Giovanni replied, as vague as ever.
"So you always say," Lorenzo replied, his bored tone the closest he would ever get to snapping at the assassin – Giovanni seemed to know this and flinched – "I wanted to know how much it hurts."
"Not that much," the assassin lied smoothly, though Lorenzo caught it.
"Ah, so you are on the threshold of death," the duke answered, an amused glint in his eyes. Giovanni pouted just slightly, in a way that he knew Lorenzo found endearing – though the duke would never say so.
"So harsh; you wound me, Altezza."
"Only your pride, Giovanni." The assassin shook his head helplessly at that, a soft smirk on his face.
"You know me too well."
"I have had more than enough time to understand what you mean when you say something."
"So what do I mean when I tell you that I love you?" the assassin asked, his eyebrows raised and a sly smirk on his face.
Re: Somewhat fill? 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 06:12 am (UTC)(link)"Giovanni, you're feverish, and delirious. Go to sleep." His steely tone was ruined by his tortured gaze, and he looked away, staring at the wall for a few moments. Unnerved by the following silence, Lorenzo glanced back down, and was caught by surprise as Giovanni moved forward with the grace and speed of a swooping eagle, grabbing the duke's collar and pulling him down. The assassin's lips crashed into his and he was stunned, not daring to believe, not daring to react, lest this would all come back to hurt him later, to inflict pain when he could not fight it. After a few moments of Lorenzo's frozen shock, his unresponsive lips, Giovanni pulled back, an apologetic look dawning on his face.
"M-mi dispiace, Altezza," he murmured, looking away. Lorenzo shook his head swiftly, pulling the assassin close and kissing him, his arms avoiding the arrow wound.
"Don't apologize," the duke whispered, a resolute order. Giovanni seemed to fully relax, shedding a mask that even Lorenzo had never been able to get rid of before – different than the mask he showed the rest of humanity – and the duke held him for a moment longer, before laying him back down and standing, a slight tint rising to his cheeks. The assassin chose not to comment on it, and Lorenzo was grateful. "Go to sleep, Giovanni. You need the rest."
"Promise you won't stay awake needlessly?" the assassin smiled slyly, though wearily.
"Only if you go to sleep." The duke's eyes were dull with exhaustion, but his assassin seemed even more bone-weary. Giovanni didn't argue, finding no way to convince Lorenzo without falling asleep himself. The assassin relaxed against the pillow, sighing softly, his lips tingling just slightly – though the sensation of a kiss was not new to him. He fell asleep faster than he had expected, and the last thing he felt was a warm hand enclosing around his arm, both gentle and loving, something the rest of the world would not believe possible of the duke of Firenze.
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And the other fic that perhaps would suit your Gio/Lor tastes is this one http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6155489/1/The_Fragile_Heart_of_Ice :3~
Re: Somewhat fill? 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 09:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Somewhat fill? 2/2 Writeranon!
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 10:41 am (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 06:12 am (UTC)(link)Thirded.
Manipulation [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-27 10:32 am (UTC)(link)At times, Giovanni had wondered if he was just another puppet. Lorenzo controlled the city the way a skilled musician controlled his instrument. Even those who hated him vied for his favour. Every man, woman and child that came into his presence was skilfully manipulated to do his bidding, often without realising it. He had spoken with men who had pointed this out, saying with pride how they were immune to his charms, before bending over backwards to try and please the young lord.
It was all in vain, Giovanni knew. Pleasing Lorenzo was an almost impossible task for any but him – and even then, he doubted. It could be easy to see through a ruse aimed at another, but perhaps he was being strung along, too. There was no knowing if the kisses they shared were genuine or forced.
He had no idea if Lorenzo really did enjoy it when the assassin bent to his will and obediently spread himself out on the bed. And as for the times he goaded the assassin until his temper snapped, and he bent the young lord over his desk and made him beg for his pleasure... that was another thing entirely.
More than the sex, he prayed the quiet moments were real, and not simply a drug to keep him quiet and content. Giovanni treasured those rare moments when Lorenzo appeared to let his guard down, when his kisses turned sweet and his normally sharp words became soft compliments. Even more precious were the whispered promises of love. If only one thing between them could be real, Giovanni would choose that; it was a bitter irony that if only one thing was feigned, it would without a doubt be that.
Curiosity got the better of him. He had no excuse. Had he been awake, Lorenzo would never have allowed Giovanni to search his room so thoroughly. But the young ruler was fast asleep, exhausted from his duties at court and their time spent in the bedroom. Giovanni had carefully slipped from Lorenzo’s embrace, allowing himself a small smile when the sleeping man had proved reluctant to let go.
Most of what he found was relating somehow to Lorenzo’s work. He only found one personal thing, and in many ways he later wished he hadn’t. Lorenzo was a deeply private man, and Giovanni was certain he would be distressed if he knew one of his personal items had perused by anyone, even Giovanni.
The item in question was a small leather book, filled with Lorenzo’s own handwriting. It was common knowledge Lorenzo had an interest in poetry, but Giovanni had never thought him capable of writing with such passion. Worse still was the fact that it was clear who the poems were about. After all, Giovanni could think of no one else who teased Lorenzo. Nor could he think of anyone else who Lorenzo would have cause to fear for the safety of so much. There was certainly no one else who had rescued him so many times.
He had returned the book to its proper place, and the room looked exactly the same as when he had began his investigation. Even Lorenzo looked exactly the same as he had a few moments ago, though Giovanni knew he would never be able to think of him the same way again.
The next time Lorenzo let his guard down enough to show affection, instead of pulling away and being suspicious, Giovanni felt honoured by his lord’s trust. And when he saw the wide smile on Lorenzo’s face when he returned the attention, he decided it was all worth it.
Re: Manipulation [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-29 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Manipulation [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 02:32 am (UTC)(link)Re: Manipulation [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 04:08 am (UTC)(link)I think you should totally continue it, perhaps with a confrontation between Lorenzo - MAYBE HE SAW A SMUDGE ON ONE PAGE? - and Giovanni AND CUTE/TENDERNESS OR SOMETHING? idk it sounds adorable in my head and kind of probably doesn't make any sense here
Re: Manipulation [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 04:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Manipulation [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 04:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: Manipulation [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 11:22 am (UTC)(link)