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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Catch and Release [10/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Leonardo’s lips start then stutter, quite ready and willing to continue to tirade, but when Ezio hopefully spreads open his arms, and Leonardo sighs in defeat before stepping forward and equally embracing his longtime friend, the strong arms curling around his shoulder and holding him firm and tight, “You always were difficult to argue with, amico.” He mumbles into the chill of armored shoulder and chest, arms looped loosely around the man’s waist.

Ezio chuckles, face pressed to Leonardo’s shoulder, breathing in the charcoal and spice of the engineer’s scent, basking in the warmth of his friend, “You would have me no other way.” Gently tweaking a long tresse of hair between his fingers, tugging playfully, Leonardo huffing and lightly shoving the assassin away, a snort of laughter escapes as he slaps away the offending hand.

“You are such a child at times!” Leonardo pushes the abused strand behind his ear, teasing with, “You must have been a holy terror for Madonna Maria when no one payed their quota of attention upon you.”

The Auditore grins toothily, laughing, holding out his hand to take Leonardo and lead him to the Hideout where they may laugh and share stories in more private settings, “Si, and my terrible desires went unquenched, undoubtedly, for how many times have I been called a devil or a demon these past years?”

Excitement trembles up his hand when Ezio takes his fingers and squeezes softly before pulling Leonardo to follow, the engineer squashing the embers of the love he has quietly owned for so many years but knows it will never be returned, already far, far familiar to the fact that the assassin did not harbor any such base needs for the members of his sex, “Your reputation follows at your heels wherever you travel,” Leonardo follows, tethered by the strong, sure hand. The older man knows he will be pained when their journey ends and Ezio will release him and guide the artist into the assassin sanctuary, and as many times before, Leonardo will drown his disappointment with a look of intrigue as the Master assassin shows him the newest painting in the art gallery.

Silently Leonardo prays that they take the longest road to the Hideout, so that he may savor this rare moment of carefree affection.