asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Well, I'm trying to fill this because IT'S AWESOME. I'll probably suck at it, but I couldn't leave this prompt on its own...

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Thinking about it, he should've wondered years ago why Uncle Ezio was always around at their place, as it was pretty clear that he really wasn't a relative. Nor, in fact, a servant. But he'd never wondered, because it all seemed so natural, so right, and besides, both he and Lucrezia loved Uncle Ezio. Their father was never at home, and even when he was there, he was cold and distant, ready to lavish punishments upon them at any moment. While Uncle Ezio played with them, read them stories and such things. So it didn't really matter that he wasn't a relative. And it didn't even matter that there was no evident reason for him to be there, and still here he was all the time.

And their father seemed close to him, too, which was even more weird.It was very rare for Rodrigo to show any sign of affection towards one of his fellow humans, including his own children. But he definitely seemed to care for Ezio. Well, in fact, Rodrigo seemed to care for him just like a man may care for a precious property, or for his favourite dog, something he can call his own. But Cesare suspected that was Rodrigo's best at being affectionate, and at least he was trying.

Cesare had never been surprised about that, too. As long as he was concerned, it was very difficult not to care for a man like Uncle Ezio, always gentle, always dignified. So it all seemed perfectly natural to him, nothing to worry about, really.

Until that night.

He knew very well he wasn't allowed to roam about the house at night, but just because some things were forbidden that didn't mean that he wouldn't do them. This time, he'd made a bet with Lucrezia that he could walk to the kitchen and steal some food for them both without getting caught, and so here he was sneaking along the corridor, trying not to make any noise. The night was still; there was no other noise than the muffled sound of his own footsteps.

And then he heard it. It was a weird, distant sound, and it took him some moments to realize that it was, in fact, a human voice, moaning in pain - or in what seemed to be pain.

Oh, crap, he thought, Lucrezia was right, there actually ARE ghosts in this place. He could give up his mission and run back to his room, but he was a Borgia and a Borgia is never scared - at least, that was what his father kept telling him - so, instead of running away, he followed the sound. He followed it down the hall and along the corridor and he followed it to the door of his father's bedroom. He stood in front of the closed door, startled as he realized where did the sound come from.

Then his curiosity prevailed and he gently pushed the door, allowing himself to take a peek inside. What he saw was so unexpected, and so utterly shocking, that for a moment he thought he'd rather meet a real ghost.

There, before his very eyes, was the real reason why Uncle Ezio had been living at their place for all those years.

OP is so amazed at the quickness of this fill - and is adoring it! Utter perfection, please continue!

Thank you so much! I'll try to make this quick- here is more:

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There were candles lighting up Rodrigo's room, and in the half-light Cesare could see his father kneeling on the mattress, half-hidden by the deep red curtains of the bed. He was naked, his broad back glistening in the candlelight. Cesare wasn't sure if he really wanted to watch this, but he couldn't just close the door and walk away.

Rodrigo wasn't alone. There was Ezio with him in the room - with him in bed, in fact. And he was naked, too. And he was on all fours, Rodrigo grabbing his hips and pulling him closer, forcefully, almost violently. And he was the one making the sound Cesare'd heard down the corridor: a low, muffled moan - something that sounded like pain but was in fact slightly different. Suddenly, Rodrigo reached out and grabbed Ezio's hair, pulling his head back, and in the dim light of the candles Cesare was able to see his face. Pain and pleasure at once twisted Ezio's manly features, his eyes half-closed, his lips moist and parted. Suddenly, Cesare felt his own lips get dry at that sight.

Now, Cesare Borgia was 14 years old. He was no child anymore and everybody agreed that he was a very smart boy, too. So he was perfectly aware of what was happening right in front of him. Which didn't mean that it was going to be easy to accept it. After all, he was watching his own father fuck the hell out of the man Cesare'd called Uncle for years. There was no way he could just walk away and pretend nothing had ever happened.

There was no way he could just walk away, at all.

And so there he stood, horrified and fascinated at the same time as Rodrigo's thrusts inside Ezio's body became quicker and harder, and Ezio moaned louder in response, his deep, warm voice getting more throaty and high-pitched as he approached to climax. Rodrigo pulled on his hair once more as his left hand slid down to stroke Ezio's cock. Ezio whined almost helplessly, pushing back against the older man and biting hard on his own lip to prevent himself from screaming.

"Yes, just like that," Rodrigo chuckled, and he let go of Ezio's hair and slapped his naked butt hard. "Tell me you want it, you little dirty bitch".

"Please-" Ezio gasped, his hands clenching on the sheets. "Please, don't-"

"Tell me you want it," Rodrigo repeated, in a low whisper, almost sweet as his hand fisted Ezio's cock and pumped it slowly. "Tell me you want it or I leave you like this".

Ezio let out a loud, desperate moan. "No, please, I need it," he muttered, and as he slightly turned his head Cesare could spot something glistening on his face - oh God, was he crying? "I need it, I - I want you. I'll do everything you want, everything you say. I just want you to cum inside me".

"That's a good boy". Cesare could hear the grin in his father's voice as Rodrigo stroked Ezio's hard flesh faster, pounding his ass mercilessly. Ezio closed his eyes and tilted his head back, and he came with a low groan, like a wounded animal, streaks of milky fluid dripping all over Rodrigo's fingers.

It was almost as Ezio's climax had broken a spell. Suddenly realizing that he was stuck in front of the door of his father's bedroom, Cesare turned his back and ran away to his room, his heart pounding in his chest like crazy.

Only later, when he was sitting on the edge of his own bed trying not to think of what he'd seen and of all the times he and Uncle Ezio had played together, he realized that he was painfully hard inside his breeches.

Not Op, but oh... Oh GOD
Please continue this, this... It's just AMAZING /faints

this this this-

YES.

I'm glad you're liking this!I have an exam tomorrow, so I'll go on after that. Meanwhile, have another bit

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He told everything to his sister as soon as he could, and that was the morning after, as they were sitting in the garden and no one was near to hear them. Well, he told her almost everything. For some reason, he didn't feel like telling her about the raging hard-on he'd got at the thought of his own father fucking dear nice Uncle Ezio and making him beg.

Lucrezia listened to him, smiling. She didn't seem shocked. She didn't even seem surprised. When Cesare finished telling his story, she shook her head and softly laughed.

"So that's it," she said. "I always wondered what they were at. Let's face it, Father is not the kind of man who knows what friendship is. It was quite weird for him to have such a close friend, don't you think so? I think this is way more...consistent".

"Consistent". Cesare glared at her, slowly repeating her last word. How could she be so calm? "For God's sake, they were having sex! Rough sex, too, I'd say. The way Father pulled on his hair, it was-"

"Well, it looks like you liked it". Lucrezia chuckled, and Cesare bowed his head, slightly blushing. In fact, thinking of it was enough to make his breeches feel a little bit too tight, but he'd never admit that in front of his sister. Lucrezia noticed the flush of colour on his cheeks and laughed again.

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

Cesare shrugged. "I don't know. I think..." Suddenly, he felt sure about it, and his voice was almost bold as he looked up at Lucrezia, and declared, "I think I want some too".

"Ooh, you want some". She shook her head, a challenging smirk on her lips. "From Father, you mean? How brave of you".

"From Uncle Ezio, of course. And I'll find a way to get it, I promise".

"You should stop calling him Uncle, for a start," Lucrezia suggested. "And by the way, what do you know about sex? It's not like you ever had any".

"I know all the theory. It shouldn't be difficult. And besides, I'm beautiful. There is no living man who could ever resist me".

"You know, I always wondered how did you get to be that self-confident," Lucrezia sighed. "Do you have a plan?"

"Not exactly. I'll try to find a way to be alone with him, and then...oh, hell, I'm a Borgia, and a Borgia always finds a way to get what he wants".

"As Father has shown you very well last night". Lucrezia leaned towards him, whispering as she added: "But you'll have to tell me when you do".

Cesare cast her a puzzled look. "Why?"

"Because," she answered, looking very proud as she did, "I definitely want to watch".

Thatta girl!

This anon watches from dark corner OVO
Oh please please continue /tears of joy

Sorry for being so slow, exams really suck...here is part 4

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"You look quite distracted today, Cesare. Is there something wrong?"

Cesare shook his head, looking straight on Ezio's face and trying to seem more confident than he was. They'd been practising fencing in the garden for a couple hours now, and Cesare felt exhausted - both from the fencing itself and from trying not to think about what he'd seen in Rodrigo's room only two days before. He miserably failed. Ezio was right, in fact he was distracted - only there was no way he could openly tell him why.

"Well, I think we've had enough for today. Let's go back inside, right?"

Cesare nodded, silent, his mouth dry. Ezio turned his back, and Cesare found himself staring at the way his breeches clung on his full ass. Then Ezio took off his shirt, utterly unaware of the almost morbid way the boy was looking at him, and Cesare thought he was about to faint. Oh God, those muscles. Those scars. How was it even possible that for so many years he'd never noticed how beautiful Ezio was?

"You're very silent today," Ezio noticed, as he turned to face the boy once again. "Really, is there something wrong? Did something happen with your father?"

This, of course, made things even words. "No, no," Cesare quickly replied, hoping that Ezio would put on another shirt as soon as possible because the sight of his tanned, chiseled chest and his dark nipples was just too much for his poor mind to stand. "I'm just tired. Didn't sleep well last night".

Which was nothing but the truth, as he'd spent the greatest part of the night masturbating in his bed, over and over again, thinking of the way his father was pounding inside Ezio and making him moan, and how much he wished he could do the same.

"Let's go inside," Ezio repeated and Cesare followed him back to the palazzo. Now, he thought, it had to be now. Earlier that morning, he'd told his sister that he was going to ask Ezio to come up to his room after the fencing lesson. But now he didn't feel so sure anymore. He'd ever practised in front of the mirror - the right kind of voice to use, the right words to choose to tell Ezio he knew everything and he wanted his own fair share. Being alone, it'd looked easy. But now that the moment was getting closer, he was almost afraid.

"Uncle Ezio," he called, as they stepped inside the hall of the palazzo, Ezio still carrying his folded shirt under his arm.

"Yes?" Ezio looked quite puzzled. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"I need to talk you". Cesare looked back at his own shoes, hoping that Ezio wouldn't notice his flushed cheeks and the way the front of his pants was getting too tight once again. "So...could you please...come to my room? Just for a minute?"

There, he'd said it. He staid silent for a moment, almost waiting for the world to crumble around him. But Ezio just shrugged.

"Sure, no problem. Let's go".

As they stepped up the stairs, Cesare felt very grateful that Ezio hadn't asked him what exactly he wanted to talk about. Because he was pretty much sure that he'd never find the words to tell him.

OP is absolutely delighted, and please, take as much time as you need, Anon.

This.. just woah, I need more of this.

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Still no smut, but I promise it will come soon :) Here is part 5!

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The room was silent, birds singing far away in the garden. Cesare closed the door behind his back and thought that, now, he and Ezio were really alone.

Well, almost alone. That is, alone except for Lucrezia hiding behind the curtains, but sure Ezio could not guess that, and he wasn't going to tell him. No, not at all.

He sat down on his bed and looked up at Ezio, standing in the middle of the room.

"You can sit down as well," he suggested, tentatively patting the mattress by his side. Damn, this felt way more awkward than it had when he'd plotted the whole thing. "I'd never want you to be uncomfortable".

"Well, that's nice of you". Ezio sat down - Hell, he was so close - and Cesare almost shuddered watching the muscles of his bare chest rippling as he did. "So, what was it you had to ask me?"

Cesare was about to tell Ezio to forget it, it was nothing really, he could go. But then he thought of his sister watching them, and probably laughing at his embarrassment. No, he couldn't allow that. He had to do this now, there was no way out.

"I was only wondering," he slowly said, "why are you living here? Not that I'm displeased about it, at all. I really appreciate your company, Uncle Ezio. It's just...don't you have a family of your own somewhere?"

"Dead". The single, cold word rolled out of Ezio's mouth, as sharp as a razor, and Cesare felt uncomfortable again. "All of them. Executed, in fact. It's an old story and I don't really feel like telling it. I'd almost managed to forget about it".

Cesare looked down at the floor, not daring to take a glance at Ezio's face. Had he pushed this too far? "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I didn't want to offend you".

"I'm not offended". Ezio shrugged, and his voice was warm and gentle once again, making Cesare feel a bit more at ease. "I guess it's pretty much natural for you to think of that. You see, the reason I'm here is...quite difficult to explain. Let's say I have to be grateful to your father for letting me stay. He was not a friend to my family, not at all. Yet when that...thing happened, he allowed me to stay here. And here I'm pretty much free to live as I please, too, so I guess I owe your father quite a big favour. Helping you with fencing lessons and such is the least I can do to show my gratitude".

The words escaped from Cesare's mouth before he could stop them. "Is that the reason why he fucks you?"

"What?"

Cesare almost wanted to run away as he saw the silent threat in Ezio's eyes. Instead, he placed his hand on Ezio's thigh, trying to look as seductive as he could and to ignore the frantic pounding of his heart. "I know all about it," he whispered. "I've seen you. The two of you, a couple nights ago, in his room. And I think..." at least a bit of his confidence had come back by now, and he leaned closer to Ezio, "I think it's only fair that I get my share of fun, too".

For a couple moments Ezio just stared at him. Cesare felt his own heartbeat rumbling in his ears. He was amazed at his own boldness.

Then Ezio burst out in laughter.

Poor kid...

Oh no, deep down I want Cesare to realise (before or after his share of the fun) what an arse he and his family is, and he'll help poor Ezio escape... but it's not going to happen, I'm sure.

Doesn't matter, I REALLY like where this is going!

Yep! I have more! (and so many thanks to you all)

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It took a couple minutes for Ezio to stop laughing and manage not to start again every time he looked at Cesare's face. By the end of that, Cesare was more than sure he'd never felt that ashamed in his life, and even more so if he thought that his sister was watching them. Lucrezia would keep reminding him of this for the rest of his life.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry," Ezio sighed. "I didn't mean to make fun of you, really, but...do you even know what you're talking about?"

"I'm talking about sex".

"You're only fourteen years old". Ezio's voice was now almost sympathetic. "You probably know nothing about sex. You saw something you really shouldn't even know about, and I'm sorry. But you can't be trying to seduce me. It doesn't make sense".

"No, it does". Now Cesare felt that his honour was at stake; now, more than before, he couldn't let him go and forget about this. "I know more about sex than you think. And you let my father fuck you, so why don't you let me?"

"Because you are a kid". Cesare had placed his hand once again on Ezio's thigh, and Ezio now pushed it away. "Did you ever even kiss a man?"

Cesare blushed and looked away. "You're beautiful," he muttered, and he blushed even more. "When I saw my father taking you like that, I...I can't just take that out of my mind. Please, Ezio, I really need it. I really want you".

All the words he'd carefully chosen and practiced in front of the mirror had vanished from his mind now, and he felt a bit awkward realizing that he was now saying nothing but the truth. Ezio smiled and gently stroked Cesare's hair, and Cesare suddenly felt hot and flushed: he was so close now, those soft, dark lips half opened...

"You've called me uncle for all these years," Ezio said. "Doesn't this feel wrong?"

"Not at all".

And then Ezio's lips were brushing on his own, and they were warm and soft as he'd imagined they would be. He leaned forward, bending into the kiss, which was quite a chaste one, very gentle and sweet. Only when they parted he realized he'd thrown his arms around Ezio's neck.

"Did you like that?"

Cesare nodded. Now he was very much aware of being hard once again, and desperately needing release. Ezio smiled. "Well," he said. "So don't you think that's enough?"

And once again, Cesare shook his head and said, "Not at all".

Now Ezio looked puzzled; perhaps astonished at how forward such a young boy could be. Cesare tangled his fingers through Ezio's long hair, so thick and silky, trying not to think of the way his father had grabbed and pulled on that hair.

"Please," he said. "I really want this. I really need it. Maybe it won't be just the way I'd thought it'd be, maybe I've been silly, and it's true that I know nothing about sex, and it's true that I'm a virgin, but...I want this more than anything else. I need it. I need you".

Ezio staid silent for a short while, Cesare's fingers combing through his hair. He didn't seem at ease, but still he wasn't telling Cesare to let him go, so maybe there still was some hope. And in the end Ezio sighed and nodded.

"Fine. But there will be some rules. Rules like, only this one time. You will never, ever, tell your father, because you know very well that he'd kill both me and you. You won't tell anyone, not even your sister. You'll do all I say, as I say. And you'll tell me at once if I'm hurting you, and if you do we'll stop. Is that clear enough?"

"Yes, it is". In fact, Cesare thought, he wasn't even lying. He wasn't going to tell Lucrezia, after all. She wouldn't need to be told anything, as she would witness it all. But there was no reason for telling Ezio.

"Fine," Ezio said, once again. And he seemed quite relieved as he pulled the boy closer and kissed him again,first on his lips, then on both his cheeks, then, slowly, down his neck. Cesare whimpered at the sudden feeling, clinging on Ezio. His cock was almost hurting inside his breeches.

"Does my father do this to you?" he managed to utter, panting, when Ezio gently nibbled at his collarbone.

Ezio looked up. "One more rule," he said, quite sharply. "You won't talk about your father until this is over. Don't make it more difficult than it already is".

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It was hard to stay silent, but Cesare did. He'd felt like he could die if he didn't make his fantasy come true, and now this was happening; now he could feel Ezio's strong hands trailing all over his still fully clothed body, he could part his lips to let inside the tip of Ezio's tongue, tentatively deepening their kiss into something more passionate. Now Ezio looked more confident; his kisses were growing bolder; he then placed his hands on Cesare's hips and managed to sit him on his lap. Cesare shivered feeling something hard through Ezio's breeches. So he was enjoying this, too.

Cesare ran his fingers across Ezio's chest, feeling the warm, firm muscles, tracing the scars on his skin. He had a strong, manly scent; he was truly beautiful.

"I'm going to take your shirt off," Ezio whispered, nibbling on Cesare's earlobe. "You can stop me if you don't want it".

"Go on". Cesare unfastened his shirt himself, and Ezio pulled it away. He looked almost fearful as he slowly caressed the boy's soft, pale skin, stopping to rub at his nipples, making Cesare moan with need.

How can something so wrong feel so good Cesare thought, when Ezio lowered his head and sucked on his nipples. Pleasure and adrenaline where running through his body, making him feel slightly dizzy. He was sure he'd never been that hard before; he was young and responsive, and the stimolation on his nipples was enough to bring him almost over the edge. Ezio withdrew, and Cesare moaned with need at the suddenly cold sensation.

Ezio let him slip once again down on the bed and stood up, fingers fumbling at his own belt. "Take off your shoes and breeches," he said. "Then lay down on your back. I'll take care of you".

Cesare did as he was told, his heart pounding frantically. When Cesare looked back at him, Ezio had undressed and his hand was now wrapped around his hard cock. Oh God, that's huge, Cesare thought. It was big and thick, already leaking with precum, and as Ezio got closer Cesare felt almost scared. How was that going to fit?

Ezio sighed, noticing his incertitude. "We don't have to do this," he said. "Just tell me and I will stop".

"No". Cesare gulped, trying to look braver than he was. "Please, do it. I trust you. I know Uncle Ezio would never hurt me".

There was a strange look on Ezio's face - almost sad. But then he climbed up on the bed and gently parted Cesare's thighs. Cesare tensed and whimpered when Ezio's hand, so strong and yet so delicate, kneaded his ass cheeks. Then Ezio's finger teased at Cesare's puckered entrance, and Cesare almost squeaked.

And then Ezio kneeled between his legs, and Cesare moaned loud when he felt Ezio's tongue, hot and soft, lapping at his entrance, one finger still tracing slow circles around his hole. He closed his eyes, trying his best not to cum at once.

"We'll need to stretch you, as it is your first time," Ezio warned, his breath suddenly cool on Cesare's exposed hole. "This may hurt a little bit".

"It's...it's fine," he managed to answer, his voice broken. He wondered if his father had opened Ezio up the same way on his first time - how old was Ezio when that happened? - but he didn't dare to say it aloud. He just grabbed the bed sheets and managed not to whimper when Ezio's finger slowly slid inside him. It was painful, and uncomfortable, but it slowly got better, and then Ezio moved his finger a bit, and he felt pleasure quickly rising again. About five minutes later, Ezio had added one more finger and Cesare was hopelessly squirming on the bed, voicing out half-mouthed pleads for more.

"I think you're ready," Ezio said, scissoring his fingers one last time and then pulling them out. "One last time, are you really sure you want it?"

Cesare looked up at him. Ezio's strong body was glistening in the golden sunshine streaming through the window; his hair fell on his shoulders in thick brown waves. He looked like a god.

"I've never been this sure in my whole life".

I was hoping that writer! anon was going to have Ezio bottom, but do keep going! I can't stop reading it now... even if it does make me feel squicked.

I don't know, I just couldn't imagine Ezio bottoming in such a situation...

But I hope to write a bit more later on today

Sorry sorry sorry for being so slow! I've been quite busy. Anyway, here is part 8, at last.

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"Then relax," Ezio said, and placed a gentle kiss on Cesare's lips. "It will hurt at first. It always does. Just relax and you'll be fine, I promise".

Cesare nodded. Then Ezio's cock - so dark, and big, and throbbing, little beads of precum dripping from the slit - was lined up and pressing against his twitching hole. And then there was pain: sudden, harsh pain, making him feel like he was being torn in two. He'd been warned about it, but it felt terrible all the same. He panted, breathless.

"Don't worry, it's going to get better". Ezio's soothing hand caressed his flushed face, wiping away the tears that were rolling down his cheek. That made him feel better. The pain was slowly fading, and Ezio pushed a little more inside him. Soon he was fully seated, and Cesare had resumed moaning, but not in pain, this time. This kind of pleasure was very much like what he'd experienced having his ass fingered - only, a thousand times more.

"I'm - I'm still in charge," Cesare panted, a long, low groan escaping from his lips when Ezio's strong hand got hold of his neglected hardness. Ezio smiled, as he started rocking his hips, making Cesare moan even louder.

"Sure you are," he said. "And I am here to obey your every will".

That was almost too much. Cesare bucked his hips up into Ezio's grip, reaching for his touch. He ran his hands all over Ezio's muscled body, tracing the scars on his skin, barely remembering that his sister was still hiding behind the curtains, watching this all. Ezio gave a low, pleasant grunt, stroking him at a quicker pace.

"Does it feel like I feel," Cesare asked, looking up at him - Beautiful, he'd never seen anyone this beautiful but him - "when my father takes you?"

"There was a rule that we wouldn't talk about your father until this was over," Ezio groaned, but he didn't seem to care much about that now. His hands were trailing all over Cesare's body, gently rubbing on his most sensitive spots, lavishing pleasure upon him, making him feel almost dizzy.

And Cesare suddenly remembered that night when he'd spied on his father and Ezio having sex, he remember the dim lights of the room and the way his father's hand was fisted deep in Ezio's hair and the way his father had pulled Ezio's head back, pain and humiliation and lust painted on his face all at once. He remember the words his father had said then, his harsh, commanding tone.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered.

And that was enough. Ezio let out a loud moan and tightened his grip on Cesare's cock, and then he came inside him, shortly followed by Cesare's own release. They fell down on the stained mattress, side by side, both spent and panting.

Ezio turned his head, and looked at him. There was sweat glistening on his skin; his lips were parted, and Cesare sneaked closer to him and kissed him one more time.

"I want it," Ezio finally said. "I really do".

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They stayed like that for a while, just laying on the bed side by side, barely touching each other. Then Ezio sat up and reached for his shirt. As he watched him started to get dressed again, Cesare suddenly felt cold at the thought that this was over.

"Please don't go," he said, almost pleading. Ezio turned back to look at him. He was still smiling, but it was a melancholic smile, almost sad.

"I have to," he replied. "I warned you. Only this one time. I want this as much as you want it, and I've wanted it for a long time, too. But it's wrong, nevertheless. You're too young, and none of us is free to choose. We can't do it again".

"I am free to choose". Cesare stood up, not caring that he was naked, trying to look proud and self-confident as he spoke. But Ezio just shook his head.

"No, you're not. You know better than I do that your father would never accept someone taking what belongs to him. And I am his property. I'm not yours to take and I'll never be. We'll have to face it".

He stopped to put his shoes on, then turned his back and headed for the door. He was about to step out of the room when Cesare, once again, called him back.

"I'll get you out of here".

"What?" Ezio turned back, staring at him, astonished. "Good Lord, you're only fourteen. Do you really think you can help me? No one can".

"Well, I think I can". There he stood, in the middle of the room, hands clenched into fists, face slightly flushed; his heart racing like crazy as he spoke. "There must be a way to help you run away from here, and I swear I'll find it. No matter how long it will take or how dangerous it can be. I'm not afraid of my father".

Ezio sighed. "You're crazy".

"No," Cesare answered. "But I love you".

And finally, last part! It took me so long, I apologize T_T But at least this is done!

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"So, are you really going to help me? And pray, would you just tell me how are you planning to do that?"

Lucrezia looked at him with slight disbelief. Cesare shrugged.

"I didn't exactly think about that. Yet. But you can be sure I'm doing it. Father has no right to keep him here. And I really love him".

"Listen to me". She put his hand on Cesare's shoulder, and for once she looked sincerely worried. "I admit that watching the two of you have sex was probably the hottest thing I've ever seen. And I'll admit that you have some sort of crush on him, too, that's pretty much normal. But you can't do this. Father will kill you. Both of you. And you know he will. Sad as it is, Ezio is right, Father will never let you take what is his".

"Only if he knows it was me," Cesare replied. He was looking more stubborn than ever, and suddenly Lucrezia felt sure that he wasn't going to give up, not this time. Oh, this was going to mean trouble. "And he won't. If Ezio manages to run away, they won't catch him anymore. He's too strong, and too smart fort them. Father will never know that I helped him".

"And I suppose you were thinking that I was going to help you with this?"

"Well, yes". A soft blush spread on Cesare's cheeks as he looked up to his sister. "At least help me find a way to do it. You're way smarter than me. You've always been".

"You're crazy," Lucrezia sighed. "But yes, I'm going to help you. Only because I know you'd be lost without me, though. And I'd never want Father to have you killed. Life here would be even more boring than it already is without you. And since you seem determined to do this, it looks like I have no other choice".

She stood up, and he followed. Sometimes he just wondered how could anyone in the world not be in love with his sister.

Re: Virgin!Cesare/Ezio - here is a fill (10/10)

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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writer!anon here

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