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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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writeranon is sorry for the wait and gives you the rest of part 4 :) Part 5 should be here soon.

He had a glass of wine, untouched, sitting before him. The light from beyond the windows had dimmed considerably in the dusk hours. It was a mere fifteen minutes since Ezio had taken up the bottle and besides pouring two glasses out – one for him, one for his guest, should he arrive – the wine remained untouched as Ezio preferred to drink and wallow in his own worries.

How could he have been so stupid as to think – no, expect – the return of his feelings? What evidence did he even have to suggest that Leonardo even wished to take part in any such romance? Besides the absence of a woman at Leonardo's side and a distant memory of his father defending Leonardo at court on claim of sodomy; none.

Idly he ran his finger around the rim of his wine glass, his finger neither wet nor smooth enough to bring forth the ringing sound that he remembers his father teaching him to do at the age of seven. He needed to sort out his thoughts, to bring about some semblance of order. He scrambled up and towards the blackboard on which he and his recruits kept tally of achievements. With a piece of chalk in hand he began to scrawl hurriedly;

Facts of which I am sure:
I love Leonardo.
Leonardo is on his way to the hideout.

Those of which I am unsure:
Leonardo's feelings.
Leonardo's safe arrival.
Leonardo's preferences (sodomite, celibate?)
Leonardo's reaction.
How to partake in acts of so

An iron gate swung shut on un-oiled hinges. The latch caught with a click. Ezio turned to catch a view of his visitor at coming towards the main room. His name rang from the hall and he blindly wiped at the list with the side of his hand, smudging chalk on the board and down his hand and arm as the sleeve fell back.

“Ezio?” Leonardo turned the corner, caught sight of him and smiled, visibly relieved to see him. By his eyes the skin creased, around his nostrils the nasal crease steepened and his lips gave way to rows of teeth in a smile. He walked further into the room, arms opening in an invitation

“Leonardo.” He straightened up, dusted off his palm on his breeches and smiled in return, meeting the inventor partway in an embrace. His clothes, still cold from the lingering air of the tunnels, chilled Ezio's skin through his thin shirt, but the warmth of Leonardo's breath assured him that yes, his friend truly was here, and yes, he would be wasting their time if he were not to confess.

They drew back, hands clinging to forearm's for moments after the embrace before falling away.

“I hope that you did not have too much trouble getting here. Your followers, you lost them?” Ezio moved back towards the benches and table, taking up a glass of wine and offering it to Leonardo, who accepted it gratefully.

“It was a little difficult. The women I hired to distract them were very clingy, Ezio. I had not quite realised that they would expect that I was buying them for the traditional reason instead of some daring escape.” He took a sip of wine before sitting across from Ezio and smiling almost expectantly.

“I suppose that they may be a little much at times. I am sorry, I did not think it through.” He took his place, leaving his wine to one side. “I had made the assumption that you would know how to fend them off, should they take to you.”

“It is quite all right. I merely do not deal with women often. And when I do it is only for them to sit patiently for hours on end, a canvas between us.”

An opening!

“You have not had relations with a woman?” He grasped at it and attempted to finger it open delicately. There was a clack as the wine glass was placed back down on the wooden table. Leonardo's mouth opened and closed a couple of times with no sound. He turned red.

“Please, my friend, let us not talk of such trivial things,” He said at last. “There must be something important for you to ask me to come here.” The opening slipped away from his hands, the room behind still a mystery.

For a moment Ezio considered telling him no; there was no reason for Leonardo to have risked the journey here for anything other than a chat and a glass or two of wine. Ezio merely wished for his company during times of great hardship. He only wished to hear him talk about his current life; to hear him spill out his theories and thoughts as he was so often wont to do in Ezio's company. He took a drink of wine to stall his answer. Any traces of Leonardo's smile disappeared as he gauged the conversation to be one of grave importance. Ezio laughed bitterly into his cup. After all, it was important.

“Do not look so serious, Leonardo. I should hope that what I have to tell you is not so grave. I do so enjoy seeing you smile.”

Leonardo flushed again, twisted and knotted his fingers, attempted to coax a smile to his lips. “Please do not leave me in the dark any longer. I lost sleep last night over what could possibly be of such importance for you to invite me here. I do not wish to do so again; to lie awake at night is torture.”

Ezio felt a guilt sink into the flesh of his stomach. All of a sudden this was a serious conversation with gravity; repercussions. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, grinding his fingers into his cheeks. “Leonardo...”

A pause, the sound of flames from candles flickering.

“It is not easy to say...”

YET ANOTHER WRITERANON FAIL. ABOVE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 4.c/5!

“Please, just say it.” Leonardo's voice was now a whisper, the depth of his voice giving way to emotions; fear, concern, apprehension. Please, Ezio thought, let there be hope and acceptance; tolerance, anything, in that voice as well.

“At first,” His throat had tightened, voice weak. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath. Calmed himself. “At first I tried to ignore it. I did not deny it; no, I never denied it. I merely...stupidly believed that with time it would dull and become bearable. More of a flutter than a giant swoop. Like taking a leap into a cart below. At first your heart is in your throat and you shake uncontrollably. Now, I have no qualms or fears.”

Leonardo leant forwards and the bench creaked beneath him, “I'm afraid I don't understand -”
“Please,” He stopped him. The sound of Leonardo's voice was enough to make his heart race and his breath quicken, his muscles tense and tongue knot. “I never denied it, only ignored it. But the thing is, it never dulled. It just...added up. It just keeps on gaining in ferocity so that soon, just the sound of your name can make me feel...”

The confusion on Leonardo's face when Ezio looked up, begging him to understand, was painful. The breath he had held in his lungs expelled in a rush and he groaned, closing his eyes once more to the image.

“Oh, Leonardo, please. Please understand this. You do not even have to return the sentiment. I do not ask of you anything but tolerance. Acceptance, if you will give it. Please.”

Leonardo, visibly distressed, shuffled closer, reached out a bare hand and lay it over Ezio's own, squeezing in an attempt to give him reassurance. “Please, I do not understand. Ezio, I do not understand this.”

He tensed, and then relaxed his muscles, visibly slumping. The fluttering butterflies that had been in his stomach transformed into a hive of bees. Silently he took the hand that lay over his own and brought it to his lips, pressing stained fingers to them desperately.

The hand tightened around his. A sharp intake of breath could be heard. Ezio awaited the verdict. The breathing seemed to disappear in the room at all and he became aware that his own was stalled in his throat and Leonardo's...if it weren't for the fingers at his lips he would not think he were there at all.

And then it moved away. Ezio's heart dropped. It devastated. It died. He screwed his eyes up even tighter, his breath escaped him.

And it returned. Finger glided over his bearded cheek, nestled in his hair. A palm pressed itself to his skin and everything was reversed. His heart jumped back up and into his throat, his nerves were alight, alive and sensitive to every movement of that skin pressed to his own.

“Ezio,” Leonardo's voice fluctuated in his whisper, a desperation so obviously evident. “Ezio, please let me not be thinking of this as something it isn't.”

Words seemed impossible, each one fighting to clamber from his mouth. He turned his head and pressed his lips to the palm, breath stuttering. He couldn't calm himself.

“At first,” he started, and his voice was broken but the delicacy of the moment told him not to fix that. To not break the tenderness with the roughness of his throat. “At first I tried to ignore it. I never denied it, but...”

“But?”

“Now, at the mere mention of your name, Leonardo, I feel myself...falling.”

“Falling?”

“Yes.”

“What are you falling into?”

Ezio shook his head, moving against the palm, and then pressed his lips to it again and again. “Love.”

Leonardo's breath shook. His hand trembled and twitched.

“At the mere mention of your name. When I see you it is like...like my heart is strapped into your flying machine and has taken off without me.” He laughed into Leonardo's palm. “When we embrace it is like my heart pushes against my chest in an attempt to be closer to your own.” He took a shuddering breath and let it out. “Please, Leonardo.”

The hand twitched and withdrew. Ezio's eyes snapped open at the loss and followed it as it drew up to Leonardo's face. He was shocked to find it wiping away tears, Leonardo's other non-dominant hand reaching out to take it's place. Ezio stood and rushed around the table to sit on the other side, next to Leonardo. As he sat down he found his arms full of artist, his back twisted awkwardly to embrace him. Distantly a part of him wondered if the tears were of anger, but he found himself unable to care. He took Leonardo's hat from his head and placed it on the table and carded his fingers through his hair, trying his best not to tug painfully at knots.

“If you aren't careful, you'll start to make me cry, as well.” He murmured before pressing his lips to the crown of Leonardo's head. The shuddering lessened, hiccups dying away and then Leonardo's face arose with the tilting of his head, reddened and desperate. Ezio could see how Leonardo's eyelashes clumped with moisture and his eyes were glassy and red. Hesitantly he leant forwards until their breath collided and their noses bumped.

He wondered; would kissing someone with a beard as long as Leonardo's be scratchy or uncomfortable? Or would it tickle, provide an interesting texture?

Their lips touched briefly and he twitched, breath hitching. Leonardo's eyes still bore into his own, brilliant blue and glazed. Their breath was ragged, their foreheads leant against one another. Ezio wet his lips nervously, tongue just brushing the top lip of the inventor, who sighed out a deep breath with a hint of sound before covering his eyes with delicate eyelids and pressing against the assassin. They kissed. Ezio froze, shivered and melted with a groan, his own eyes screwing closed.

The beard? It was perfect.

His hands, already buried thickly into Leonardo's hair, moved to cup his jaw, lips pressed wetly and deliberately against others. It was slow and heart wrenching and the angle of his back was uncomfortably twisting him and straining at his muscles but it just didn't matter because Leonardo was kissing him and he was kissing back, and in his chest carnivale was being held, opening his heart to pour euphoria up and skywards.

Leonardo broke away and gave a frustrated groan, pulling away to pull his legs over the bench and then over Ezio's thighs, and the next thing he knows is that Leonardo is in his lap and raining kisses down on his face with surprising speed before pressing once more to his lips.

“You, as well.” He hears and feels muttered against his skin and for a moment he can't think as to what Leonardo was speaking about. But then it came back to him and a strange mixture of relief and joy washed over him, drawing from his lips some desperate sound between a groan and laugh. And they kiss again, long and slow and deep until the candles have lost almost a fifth of their original size and Leonardo's knees are aching with the prolonged and cramped position, so he stands and cracks them, wincing.

The loss of Leonardo's heat is all too tangible in the cooled hall and something within him beyond a need for warmth aches at Leonardo's removal, so he reached out a hand and rested it on a thigh, just to reassure himself that yes, this is happening, and yes, Leonardo isn't running away. Leonardo smiled down at him and Ezio cleared his throat, looking towards the floor.

“So,” he began and then stopped, drawing a blank.

“You really mean it?”

Ezio looked up again and said earnestly, “Of course,” before moving his hand from the thigh and upwards to tangle in the fingers of Leonardo's own. Leonardo chuckled and smiled softly squeezing the fingers between his own.

A moment of comfortable silence flowed between them, their hands still connected, until Ezio once again gave into that ache in his chest and stood to step closer to Leonardo.

“I'm afraid that I do not know how to do this.” He said, pulling his hand from Leonardo's and trailing it up his arm, over the thick fabric on his shoulders and the red of his cape until his fingers brushed the skin of his neck above a high and laced collar.

“Hm?”

“This; loving a man as I would a woman.” He drew his fingers up and over a bearded jaw, a high cheekbone, up and into Leonardo's hairline. Leonardo hummed, stalled and then spoke hesitantly.

“Hopefully it should just come naturally, my...” He trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Mio amore,”

“It should just come naturally, mio amore.” He said with more confidence and looked up into Ezio's eyes, which squinted with his next smile.

“Want to try that theory out?”

Writeranon hates character limits and really hopes that it wasn't too fluffy, or cheesy, or OOC, or just...wrong D:

I love this. Love this. Love this. Please keep going. I was so disappointed when there were no more parts in my inbox. <333

I'm so glad that you are enjoying it :) As I said part 5 should be up soon. I don't know when 'soon' is, but it isn't too far away :)

Writeranon is just not having a good day.
Writeranon is also the only one in their family who cannot speak Italian. Amore mio not 'Mio amore' D

Almost in ~tears.

This is so beautiful. My goodness, writeranon I love you. I adore the line about carnevale being held in Ezio's chest, it's brilliant. It's not OOC at all! Actually, it's very in character. (I can't even in character as well as you do; you've basically mastered dialogue between them.)

OP also needs to stop writing a review and go take a shower so I won't be late to bodywork class this AM.

THIS IS LOVELY YOU ARE AMAZING, YOU KNOW, ALL THAT FABULOUS STUFF.

writeranon gets the feeling that OP likes metaphors, for some reason :)

Ah, thank you very much for your kind words!

There was something rather unsettling and yet arousing about the feel of an answering hardness heavy on his thigh as Ezio pressed Leonardo to the wood of his door and softly pried open his mouth with lips and tongue, allowing sighs and soft, low, rumbling moans to tumble out into what little air there was between them. It was grounding, a sharp realisation that what he was doing was, in the eyes of society, abnormal; wrong, and yet at the same time it thrilled him. The knowledge that what he felt was shared, reciprocated and existent sent sparks to his head, clouding his mind and pushed excitement to his groin to pool as heat and arousal. He allowed a groan to slip from his lips in reply to a particularly enthusiastic sound from Leonardo.

A hand reached up to grab at the tail of hair tied in ribbon at the back of Ezio's head and pulled his head back. With an intake of breath he faced the ceiling, lips abandoned and kiss-swollen as Leonardo moved to lather his neck with attention. He swallowed audibly as a searing suck and graze of teeth marked him with a quickly reddening bruise. Lips brushed over his ear and with a wash of hot breath his hair was released, his mouth immediately going to seek out that which marked him, only for fingers, calloused and thick, to press against him, stopping his path. He opened his eyes and stared at his lover.

“I have heard that from the lands recently discovered in the west by the Spanish a disease has come. It manifests and spreads from the genitals.” Leonardo whispered and Ezio frowned at the rather macabre subject.

“You are bringing this up now?” He mumbled against the fingers.

“You have not contracted it, have you?”

Ezio shook his head, dragged his lips up the fingers that seemed so intent on keeping him away from kissing Leonardo to within an inch of his life, and took them into his mouth, earning a deep groan.

“Ringrazia Dio, I had worried that you may have due to...”

Ezio reached up a hand and drew the fingers from his mouth, “Due to my history?”

“Sí,”

Ezio let go of Leonardo's hand and ran his index finger from the top of his Adam's apple, over the lace of his collar to pat against the thick fabric of his tunic. “Tell me, Leonardo, how do I get you out of these clothes?”

The artist's hands went into action, moving to untie the complicated knot holding a belt about his waist as some sort of strangled noise issued itself from his throat and Ezio gave a deep noise of appreciation as it fell to the floor and hands went to unclasp the cape around his neck. He stepped back, his own hands falling to his breeches to loosen the lace.

It took them all of five minutes to undress themselves completely, both becoming too impatient and aroused to give proper attention to what they were doing and lengthening the process. As Leonardo's breeches were pulled from his legs and ankles to trail along the floor they came together again, marvelling in the feel of skin on skin, hissing and groaning as their erections brushed. They stumbled to the bed, entwined, and collapsed onto it, the down mattress covered in sheets and brocade sinking under their combined weight. Leonardo shuddered underneath Ezio as he clambered to straddle him and he felt it run down his inner thighs.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice husky and low.

“I'm fine, just...” Ezio trailed kisses down Leonardo's sternum and marvelled at the flat plane of his chest as opposed to the breasts he was so used to, and the dappling of hair that spread itself quite sparsely from the naval to his nipples. “You have what we need?”

“Ulivieri took it upon himself to create some mix of olive oil and goose fat and I had some intestine washed and cut, should you so want to use it.” He hummed against the skin presented to him before trailing his mouth to a nipple and pressing his tongue hotly over it and blowing cool air, watching it harden and listening to Leonardo's quickened breath.

“Intestine?”

“The girls used it as a form of protection.”

“I am no woman.”

“I can feel that.” He looked up at Leonardo and slowly ground down against him, drawing out a long moan and feeling his own conscious blur at the edges with the friction against his aching flesh. “H-However,” he paused and collected his thoughts, waiting for Leonardo's eyes to refocus. “However, It is always good to have a choice. To come prepared.” He raised up to press his lips against his lovers and felt his groan vibrate against his lips. A hand on his collarbone pushed him away.

“The oil?”

Ezio sat up on his heels and reached over to the jar, bringing it into Leonardo's line of sight.

“Do you know what to do?”

Ezio shook his head, eyes trained on the jar.

There was a moment of silence.

“Put it by. Neither you or I are ready.” Ezio's eyes snapped from the jar to Leonardo at the words and his brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to protest, only for Leonardo to reach out a hand and press it to his neglected member, which pulsed at the attention. His jaw closed with a click of teeth. “We have years.” His eyes softened, he hesitated one more moment, then placed the jar back by the bed.

The kiss they shared was languid, lazy. Tongues meeting and twisting together in a slow dance, skin burning and singing at each touch, Ezio's excitement mounting at each stroke the hand on his hard length gave. His arms trembled slightly at the effort of keeping his figure above Leonardo on his elbows, and as the kiss gave way to open mouthed nips and pecks, Ezio found himself being eased onto one side.

He ran a hand over Leonardo's side, revelling at the warmth, the shiver that followed, and rested it on his hip. His mouth broke from the kiss to swirl his tongue over the join of shoulder to neck. With a hitched breath Leonardo bucked forwards, his hand stuttering in it's rhythm. He brought his hand between Leonardo's legs to run tentative fingers over turgid flesh. Leonardo let out a breathy moan and Ezio couldn't help but pull back to watch as his hand encircled Leonardo's arousal and pulled. His eyes unfocussed, his breathing became ragged and his member throbbed in Leonardo's hand, the owner consequently whimpering.

He pulled back to look at Leonardo's face, finding his eyes softly closed, his face flushed with arousal and he rubbed his thumb delicately over the head of his cock, watching as his eyes screwed up harder and his teeth bit his lip. The hand abandoned his length and ran up and over his side to press at his back. In one swift move Leonardo rolled them over so that Ezio was one again lying on top of him and hooked his leg over Ezio's hip, melding together. Ezio's hand abandoned Leonardo and he ground down, keening at the rush of heat flaring in his gut. Beneath him Leonardo moaned, obscene, long and loud. He thrusts in retaliation, panting open mouthed against Leonardo's neck and the slide as Leonardo thrusts back to meet him is just gorgeous.

His world becomes one of hot, slick skin and wet sounds, moans and shouts that are just positively vulgar and do nothing the dull the fierce and tight coil of arousal that envelopes his cock as it thrusts against Leonardo's own, precome coating them both. They rut together on the bed, in his ear Leonardo babbles something he can't make out, his name, chocked on a hitched breath, standing out amongst the incomprehensible noise. He becomes aware, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he is speaking to; things like, 'Dio,', 'Cazzo, don't stop. Don't ever stop,' and, 'Leonardo, please,', but he's too far gone to think about it.

Their thrusts became more frenzied, their breath choked, their pitch higher, their shouts and groans louder. Inside of them both raw passion and arousal built and licked at their very beings, pushing them closer to a precipice. Somewhere through the aroused haze of his mind Leonardo managed to pull himself together long enough to moan obscenely, “Fuck, Ezio,” and thrust up against his lover almost simultaneously, and the next thing Ezio knew was that he was coming and he was shouting something, anything, grinding against Leonardo in sharp bursts of movement as he spilt his seed over their stomachs and he's coming-

When he manages to gather his thoughts he rolls off of Leonardo, whose essence joined his own not too long before, and attempts to catch his breath. The cold air prickled at his naked and sated skin, the candle at his desk had burned down to a stub and flickered, dangerously close to snuffing itself out. Beside him Leonardo continued to make small sounds, quiet moans, as he floated through the aftershocks of his orgasm. With weak arms and an exhausted body, Ezio brought himself closer to Leonardo and lay his head on his shoulder, watching his expression, noticing the fading flush trailing down his neck.

“Are you okay?” He finally whispers, when Leonardo's noises grow softer and softer until they are non-existent and only their deep breaths fill the air.

“Sí, and you?” Leonardo's voice is husky, almost rasping. The candle on his desk died, drenching them in darkness.

“Fantastico,” He murmured, and lay there languidly pressed up against Leonardo's side for a few moments before forcing himself to sit up and grope blindly for his shift, wiping from them both the sticky mess that had begun to dry on their stomachs and thighs.

“I cannot stay the night.” Leonardo whispered at the cloth swept over his midriff.

“I know. Cesare will be waiting.”

“I do not have a choice.”

“I know.” Ezio moved to kiss at Leonardo's form, feeling his way up to his face before pressing his lips against his lover's tenderly.

Ezio bid good bye to Leonardo at the gate of the tunnel, having given him some bread and cheese beforehand so that he may have something to eat before sleeping. They kissed deeply, tenderly, and the ache reformed in Ezio's chest, the swoop in his stomach re-materialised. But this time it was not so bad. This time Ezio knew he could act on it.

Well, there you have it, anons of the kinkmeme. After years of being a lurker and appreciator, I've finally done my first fill. It was scary, stressing at times, and I didn't half lose sleep over it, but here it is. I can only hope that you enjoyed it and that it wasn't half-bad!

This is one of the most beautifully emotional fills I've seen on the meme so far. I got choked up at how sweet it was, and how /real/ they both seem. This anon approves and I hope you write more in this vein. You have a fan. <3

Ahh, thank you so much!!
To be honest I've never really written romance before, as I tend to specialise in angst and I've dipped into humour once or twice, so it was quite the challenge for me, so I'm really glad that it went down well, and yes, maybe I will write some more of a similar nature!
love,
writeranon

Unf. I'll be in my bunk.

Seriously, I think the fact they *didn't* use the oil was hotter than typical sexual relations. Much more intimate and suited to two newly-discovered lovers. And the descriptions of their noises... nnngh... I'll be back later.

Anon, ILU. Glad you delurked to write this awesomeness xx

writeranon had filled up on 'The Joy of Teen Sex' Episode 1 before writing this, so they were hesitant to go into penetration straight off the bat :) I'm really glad that it was a good move to make :)
I am a sound-stimulated person, so I'm glad that this came across :D

ILU too ;)

I have to be honest, when I saw your note saying this was the end, my reaction was something like: ;___; I completely missed that this was part 5 of 5 and was crushed when it ended.

That being said, this was a fantastic fill! I loved Ezio's thoughts and emotions throughout the whole thing, as he first comes to terms with his love for Leonardo and then as he decides to do something about it. I have to agree with the above anon that it was plenty hot without them using the oil. The sex was very hot and well written and then it's so sweet at the end when Leonardo has to go. Thank you, writer!anon, this was a delight to read.

Ah, I'm sorry! I was thinking of perhaps, stressing that there perhaps, doing a small sequel-type-thing.

I'm glad that you enjoyed it, anon!

CRYING. Not actually crying, but crying on the inside... or something along those lines. Metally crying? Maybe.

But ohmygod. Writeranon. You are one of my favourite people in the world. You wrote this entire thing so beautifully and aghghhghg. The world has been missing out on your writing for years if this is your first fill!

The sex was incredibly well written and hot. But I'm attempting to focus on the ~awesomeness of your skills and not just the hotness of Ezio/Leo. Especially the hotness of the... gerh... harble harble... *melt*

ER. Ahem. Yes.

I love you, writer anon. Cookies and pixel love for you forever and ever and EVER. <3

OP is very very happy. :) Such a wonderful job.

*hands a mental tissue*

I hope from now on to be more confident and fill more prompts. This was a wonderful prompt, OP, so I thank you as well, and I think you may well be one of my favourite people, too!

Seriously, focus on the hotness, that was the hardest bit to get down as I can't read my own writing without looking for mistakes instead of feeling it, so I was unsure if it was at all arousing xD

Cookies!! Love!!

historynerd!anon applauds you for mention of the Columbian Exchange.

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