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

Sure enough, Cesare pressed his cock against Leonardo's arsehole, the head hard and slick, rubbing his hole, teasing.

They both groaned as Cesare slid inside him. The pain of intrusion was acute, despite the oil, and Leonardo gripped the edge of the workbench to steady himself. Leonardo felt hair and hardness against his arse and the backs of his thighs, felt the hot press of Cesare's belly against his back.

Cesare, usually immersed in his own pleasure, still had a hand around Leonardo's cock. Leonardo kept waiting for him to abandon pleasuring him to do what he usually did - hold his hips and fuck him hard - but he kept stroking Leonardo, drawing him closer and closer to release.

Leonardo moaned with unwilling delight as Cesare moved his hips back and forth, his motions firm and sure. Cesare was a skilled lover, when he chose to be. Long, slow strokes, then, when Leonardo began to push back against him, faster.

Pain and pleasure were now indistinguishable. Cesare's cock inside him, his cock inside Cesare's fist. Leonardo began to shudder. Dimly he heard himself calling out Cesare's name, over and over, heard Cesare crying out in delight. Then he felt hot seed spurt inside him and arched against the hard chest at his back, shaking, spilling his own seed, over his belly and Cesare's hand to dribble down his thighs.

Everything went dim, and for a moment Leonardo thought he would lose consciousness. He slumped against his workbench, still shuddering, and pressed his cheek against the cool wood, as though it would calm him.

Cesare laughed at him as he recovered.

"I had not bothered much before with pleasing you, but it was amusing to have you call my name." He groaned and disengaged. "Get up. We will move to your bed."

***

Later, Cesare's body was heavy on his back, his hand still tangled in Leonardo's hair.

"You have a woman's desires," observed Cesare, murmuring into his ear. "In many ways you are like a woman. Your faint heart. Your foolish sensibilities."

Brute of a child, thought Leonardo. How ridiculous that you consider gentleness and refinement to be the same as weakness.

"And yet," Cesare said, "your brain is superior to that of the finest of men. How is it so?"

Leonardo did not answer, and Cesare tightened his fist in his hair.

"Hmm? How is it so?"

"I do not know, Cesare."

Cesare rolled off him at last, and Leonardo could breathe freely once more. He rested his head on his arm, not bothering to hope that Cesare would allow him to sleep. He dozed, as Cesare stroked his back, his arse, his side. The Borgia prince ran a thumb over a developing bruise on Leonardo's ribcage - one Cesare had caused himself, while interrogating Leonardo about some missing materials. He prodded the bruise until Leonardo twitched.

"You must be more careful not to displease me," said Cesare. "You have a certain beauty. A shame to spoil it with bruises."

They lay in silence for a time, until Cesare spoke again.

"Now, Caterina Sforza," he said with a hearty chuckle. "There is a woman with the heart of a man! Or so she used to think. She fought my men at Monterrigioni, did you know? A blade in her hand. Of course, she was no match for men. But that mouth. God. I thought she would shatter my siege-engines with her tongue, and send the filthiest louts among the mercenario running with their ears afire. Are you listening, Leonardo?"

"Mm."

"It was such a pleasure to subdue her. To remind her of what she is - a woman, and nothing more." Cesare trailed his fingers idly along the cleft of Leonardo's buttocks, smearing oil and seed. "If your friend ever takes her to bed again, he will thank me. She is much improved for her time with me. And the Pope."

"You disgust me," said Leonardo, unable to contain himself.

Cesare laughed. "And you me, Leonardo." He rolled Leonardo onto his back, where he lay, dazed and blinking. "I grow bored with treating you gently."

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God, Cesare is so evil in this and yet it suits him so well. And poor Leonardo! T__T Ezio, please come save him from the bad touch man.

this.

this is amazing so far.

hot damn.

thank you author!anon, i hope there'll be more~ :3

This anon is still waiting and hoping writeranon will return with more. Until then, I'll just stalk this thread.

Thanks anon, I intend to do some more...

Yaaay! Just wanted you to feel the love. <3

Consider the love felt :D Thanks! That's really motivating me to do it!

It was time he ended this.

In his workshop, Leonardo corrected an already straight line on his blueprint for the seventh time. He had shut himself away all day to work, forgoing meals. His body still ached from what Cesare had done to him the night before, and he had to pause every time a memory of it recurred. Messengers had summoned him to breakfast, then to dinner, and then to supper; he had ignored them all.

Cesare would not be long in coming, now.

Leonardo's hands shook, from nerves and from hunger that had faded into a dull emptiness. He could not have eaten, anyway. The thought of what was going to happen churned his stomach.

Again he wished for more courage - to be more like Ezio. Surely Ezio never felt like this, just from waiting.

When the door burst open, he jumped and tore his paper.

"Three times today I summoned you," Cesare said, his voice strained with the force of his rage. He strode into Leonardo's workshop. It always felt wrong, when Cesare entered the room - Leonardo was not accustomed to working in a place that was not his own domain. Today, it felt a hundred times worse. Leonardo forced himself to breathe deeply.

"And three times you ignored me." Cesare's eyes were dangerous, his face cruel and livid and beautiful. "I told you that I would kill you if you disobeyed me."

"Then do so," Leonardo said, setting down his carpenter's rule. "Who will make your war machines then?"

"You forget your place, Leonardo," Cesare said, his voice suddenly soft. His eyes narrowed, his mouth curved with hate and desire. He was insatiable, when anger had roused his blood. "You knew it last night. I will remind you." He reached for Leonardo's arm.

The hidden blade shot out of its wrist sheath with a singing scrape of metal. Leonardo drew it down in an arc, sliced a deep gash across Cesare's forearm. He had compensated accurately for the reaction of the muscles in his arm to the power of the spring mechanism as it burst free, and a surge of satisfaction rose in his chest.

The Borgia prince reeled back from him and drew his dagger with his left hand. "What do you think you do, you fool?" He clutched his right arm to his body. A dark stain of blood spread over the front of his clothes. "Do you think you can defeat me?"

that I totally shagged up the actual plot of this story because I'm not used to plots and I don't really know how to do them. What's a plot? Hurrh. Just pretend that Ezio meets Leonardo and goes home and does some stuff for a few days. Meanwhile, Leonardo is being raped by Cesare a fair bit, :(, etc. Then one night Ezio can't sleep and does the map thing with Machiavelli, gets a clue and runs off to save him.

Maybe if I fix it I'll repost it after just in case someone prefers to read a story that actually makes sense... lol

"Not now, of course," Leonardo said. If Cesare chose to kill him now, he would. Leonardo had no illusions in his ability as a fighter. He turned his wrist with interest, looked at the bloodied blade strapped to it. The workmanship was superb. "And besides, if I had put this through your heart, I would have to be prepared to die at the hands of your guards."

It would be best to clean the blade off, afterwards, lest dried blood damage the mechanism. It was a thing of beauty. He realised he had enjoyed making it, that morning, despite his nerves. And, it was good to know that every angle, measurement, and calculation were committed to his excellent memory. He did not need the codex page.

"I do not want to die if I do not need to," he said, and looked Cesare in the eyes. "But, Cesare - if you attempt to touch me again, I will be prepared to do so."

Leonardo flicked his wrist, sending the hidden blade back into its sheath with a click. He smiled. He could see why Ezio liked these things so much. From his workbench, he took a long strip of boiled cloth that he had seen fit to leave there earlier. He looked at Cesare's wound, at the growing patch of blood down his front. "Let me bind that before you lose too much more blood."

Cesare stared at him, too astonished to speak. He seemed shocked that someone should want to refuse him. Leonardo helped the younger man to take off his ruined shirt, then wrapped the cloth bandage tightly to staunch the bleeding.

"The blade is perfectly clean," Leonardo said. "Well, it was, until just then." He chuckled. He was feeling more like himself already. "I doubt the wound will rot, Cesare, but you must follow my directions closely. Unless, of course, you would prefer to explain to your doctor how this happened. How embarrassing that would be!"

He pulled the bandage tight, making Cesare growl in pain.

"Did that hurt, Cesare? My apologies. Since you have stopped by, I might as well take this time to explain to you my conditions of service. It goes without saying that you will, from now on, keep your hands to yourself. But as well, this coming and going to and from my workshop must stop. If you want me to build your war machines, I must work absolutely undisturbed. I will keep my own hours; no-one else's. I eat and sleep when I choose to do so. I will need an assistant - one trained in mathematical calculations and capable of fine work with his hands. Of course, I shall have to choose him myself. And, Cesare, you will stop asking me when your war machines will be ready. They will be ready when I complete them."

He went on, explaining his terms. With Leonardo deftly bandaging his arm, Cesare could do nothing but listen.

***

The next day Leonardo supervised the testing of gunpowder in the construction yard at Monte Circeo. A young labourer, bare-chested with an armload of timber on his shoulder, bumped him.

"Sorry, sir. Did you drop this?" The labourer pressed a scrap of paper into Leonardo's hand and walked quickly away, his lean brown back shining in the sunlight. Leonardo watched him go, then read the paper.

The stairs by the bridge. Midnight. If you do not come to me, I will come to you.

Ezio. He felt a flood of relief - perhaps their friendship was not over. But then again, there was more than one way to interpret the note. What if Ezio meant to take him to task for working for the Borgia?

Well, he would have to find out.

***

Leonardo came early and waited in the dark. He grew increasingly nervous as he waited. What if the note had not been from Ezio at all, but from one of the other Assassins? Someone who thought it better that Leonardo disappeared, instead of working for Cesare?

He saw motion on the wall, and Ezio dropped silently to the stone flags. For a moment, they stared at each other, and Leonardo wondered what Ezio would do.

"Leonardo," Ezio said, and Leonardo could have wept at the rush of protective warmth in his voice. He pulled Leonardo into his arms. Feeling Leonardo tense as his breath caught, Ezio drew back and held him by his shoulders.

"You're hurt."

"Not so badly, Ezio. And I do not believe it will happen again."

"Leonardo, I am sorry," Ezio said. He slipped his arms carefully around Leonardo, and Leonardo relaxed into his embrace.

"For what, Ezio?" He put his head on Ezio's shoulder, savoured the touch of his hands - one resting lightly on the back of his head, the other making slow circles on his back.

"I blamed you. I shouldn't have." Ezio stroked Leonardo's cheekbone with his thumb. "But we can talk more when we are back at my headquarters."

Leonardo thought for a moment. "Thank you, Ezio. I will come back with you, but I must return in the morning."

"What do you mean?" Ezio's face darkened as he frowned. "You cannot go back to the Castello. And where else would you go? You said Cesare would kill you if you refused to serve him. You will be safe with the Brotherhood. Our location is not known to the Borgia."

"Ezio. I am going back. Cesare believes I am building reliable machines to use against you. If I were to incorporate mechanisms to sabotage them - think of the advantage you would have."

Ezio shook his head. "It is too great a risk. What if he finds out?"

"How could he? His engineers do not have the capacity to understand my designs. There is not an original thinker among them. They simply build what I tell them to build."

He saw Ezio weighing up the possibilities, deciding whether he could support the idea. For some reason, this irritated Leonardo.

"I am not asking for your permission," he said.

Ezio looked at him, seeming to realise for the first time that Leonardo was not simply going to do what Ezio told him to. Ezio held Leonardo's hands, examining them, the long nimble fingers and clean short nails. Then he drew Leonardo's wrists and forearms closer, gently touching them; and he found the hidden blade.

"What is this, Leonardo?" Ezio pulled back his sleeve.

"Just a small surprise I constructed for Cesare. I believe he was most impressed."

"Leonardo! Do you know how to wield a blade?"

Leonardo shrugged. "I managed."

Ezio wrapped his arms around him again. Leonardo shut his eyes and leaned against him.

"You're brave, my friend," he said, and Leonardo had to laugh at that.

"Let us not stand here talking, Ezio," he said. "Take me back to your Brotherhood." He drew the hood of his cape up to cover his eyes. "But, please, I would prefer not to know where it is. I cannot reveal to your enemies what I do not know."

**

"This rib is cracked," said the doctor at the Assassins' headquarters, examining the swollen purple mess on Leonardo's side. "I can treat the pain, but you will have to rest."

"Thank you," Leonardo said. "I would like to do so now. You've been very kind."

The doctor bowed, but did not leave. "Ser Ezio has sent me to attend to you, Leonardo," he said. "I promised to provide you with the very best care, and I intend to do so." He touched Leonardo's shoulder. "I treated Caterina Sforza, you see, in similar circumstances."

"Ah."

"I'm sorry." The doctor bowed again. "Respectfully, Leonardo, I will need you to take off the rest of your clothes."

Leonardo sighed, and obeyed.

**

Machiavelli was writing in his notebook as Ezio paced in the living quarters at Tiber Island.

"A dangerous habit," observed Niccolo Machiavelli, without looking up from his work.

"What is?" Ezio's voice was irritated. His pacing took him past the noticeboard, where someone had posted the locations of his recruits abroad. "Who put this here?" He tore the paper down. "If we are raided, all of our brothers will be jeopardised. What is a dangerous habit, Machiavelli?"

"Sharing a bed with you."

Ezio glared at him. "Explain yourself."

Machiavelli looked at him coolly. "The Contessa. And now, Leonardo. Cesare is sending you a message. Perhaps you should not take another lover until you have defeated him."

"Perhaps you should spend less time writing a book that no-one will ever read, and more time gathering intelligence about Cesare's forces," Ezio muttered, but he had to admit that Machiavelli was right.

*cheers* So happy to see more! And can I get a "hell yeah" for Leonardo sticking up for himself! Fabulous. Very much looking forward to more!

Writer!anon this is marvellous. I eagerly await the next instalment.

Go WriterAnon go! *cheers* This is lovely. I hope to see moar soon

Thanks Anon! This reminds me to finish my fill 0_o I'm so bad with leaving WIP... -_-

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