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Casual Womaniser 1/?
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)All things considered, Leonardo supposed he shouldn’t be surprised.
He had known Ezio for a long time, and the man had never committed to any one woman (or man), not after he had lost his family and his home in one horrible day. Leonardo had been – and still was, truth be told – of the opinion that some part of Ezio still grieved for the loss of Cristina, and this had marred his outlook on love and relationships.
Grieve for long enough, though, and it becomes a habit.
Ezio had been a casual womaniser for so long, with so much success, that with hindsight it was hardly surprising that he had continued his ways even after pledging to love a man.
So Leonardo shouldn’t be surprised.
And yet he was. Surprised and humiliated and betrayed, not to mention angry in a way that made his eyes burn and his lips twist into a distinctly unflattering grimace. He – he was not a violent man, but he wanted to hit Ezio, hit him and hit him and hit him until he felt as bad as Leonardo did, as sick and hurt and upset.
“What’s wrong with you?” Rosa peered into his face. “Are you going to be sick?”
“I am not going to be sick,” Leonardo snapped at her, and immediately regretted it. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, and tried desperately not to think about the slight swell of Rosa’s stomach that he had put down to a recent lack of exercise, or – or overeating, or something. And was anything but.
Leonardo could not blame Rosa. Not when he and Ezio had kept things quiet, out of obvious necessity – Ezio might be able to slip away into the shadows, but Leonardo was far too public for an accusation of sodomy to simply slide off. So Rosa had no knowledge of what Ezio was doing, where she might be intruding. Rosa was also ... well, Rosa enough to have told Ezio where he could stick his cock instead if she had had any inkling of him being attached in any way.
No, the blame in this was wholly and entirely Ezio’s.
“You look like you’re going to be sick,” Rosa continued. “And I should know. I have been vomiting every day for the past week.”
Leonardo sighed. “Rosa, I appreciate your concern, but I am simply ... disappointed ... in Ezio.”
“Why?” Rosa snorted. “Disappointed that the stronzo did not magically know I am carrying his child and appear to offer me his hand amidst rose petals and caterwauling minstrels? I am not. I have not told him. I am telling you, now, because he speaks to you more than he speaks to me, and you will tell him.”
Frankly, there was little Leonardo wanted to do less. “Why not ask Antonio?”
“Because Antonio would try to skin his balls before explaining what has happened. Sometimes Antonio can be useful, and I would rather not see him killed over this.”
“Rosa, I really think I am not the best person to do this...”
Rosa rolled her eyes and shoved Leonardo off the bench. “You are the perfect person to do this. And if you come up with any more excuses I will tell Antonio that it is your child I carry. And then he will skin your balls instead.”
Lying on his back on the ground, Leonardo closed his eyes and wondered what he had ever done to God to have the Lord hate him so.
Oh, yes. The sin of sodomy. That would be why.
Casual Womaniser 2/4-ish
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)Instead, he found Ezio waiting for him inside.
“Leonardo!” Ezio rose from the chair by the fire, hood thrown back, arms spread wide and a smile pulling his scar out of shape. It hurt to see him, hurt to look at his mouth and realise that even with the knowledge of Ezio’s betrayal, Leonardo still wanted to go to him, kiss his lips and suck and bite on that scar until Ezio moaned and melted against him.
Leonardo tore his eyes away and silently removed his cloak and hat, hanging them by the door.
“Leonardo?” Ezio asked behind him, voice unsure and questioning. “Is everything all right?”
“I have just seen Rosa,” Leonardo said, facing his hat.
“...Is she well?” Ezio’s voice now held concern, and he tried to circle around Leonardo so he could see his face. Leonardo kept his gaze stubbornly fixed on his hat. “Leonardo, is she all right? For you to be so upset—”
“She is perfectly well,” Leonardo said dully. Then a bubble of rage rose in his chest and he all but spat, “for a woman bearing your child.”
Now, now he could look at Ezio. With anger bearing him upright, he could turn and face the man he still loved and watch as comprehension bloomed on those beautiful, beloved features.
It was Ezio’s turn to drop his eyes. “Leonardo...”
“Get out.”
Ezio’s eyes shot back up to his, alarmed. “My friend, please—”
“Do not call me your friend!” Leonardo shouted, smacking Ezio’s hand away as he extended it in plea. “She is four months with child, Ezio! Four months! You have played me for a fool for—”
“No!” Ezio cried. “Leonardo, please, let me explain.”
Leonardo stalked away from him and whirled around in front of the fireplace, fingers digging deep into his biceps. “What is there to explain, Ezio?” he asked bitterly.
Casual Womaniser 3/4-ish
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 08:21 am (UTC)(link)Good, he thought viciously, and tried desperately to pretend that his eyes weren’t burning.
“I have wronged you,” Ezio said, low and heartfelt. “I know that now and knew that then. I have wronged you, and nothing I can do or say will change that.”
“Then I ask again, what is there to explain, Ezio?”
“I want to make sure you know the truth of the situation,” Ezio said. “I did not play you for a fool. I lay with Rosa once and once only, and it was a mistake. I left her as soon as I sobered and I have not seen her since. If I had known how to say it—” Ezio swallowed. “If I had known how to say it, I would have told you. But I did not, and then there was work to be done, so I played the fool and the coward and said nothing. But I swear to you, Leonardo,” he continued, stepping forward into the light, “I swear to you, it was never done on purpose. It was a mistake, an accident caused by too much drink and too little sense, and I regret it more than anything else I have ever done.”
The hell of it was that Leonardo believed him.
He knew Ezio – had known him since he was a young man, since they were both young men. Leonardo had seen him and his lowest and his highest, his weakest and his best and everything in between. Even now, he trusted Ezio not to lie to him – not to tell a direct falsehood to his face.
But it seemed that lies of omission were something separate.
“How am I to trust you?” Leonardo asked him, eyes locked with Ezio’s. “How can I ever trust you again, after what you have done?”
Ezio swallowed and kept his gaze. “I don’t know.”
It was Leonardo who looked away. “Then this is ended.”
“Leonardo, please—” Ezio started, lunging forward to grab his hand. Leonardo stepped sharply backwards and shook him off.
“I don’t mean our friendship.” There was a lump in his throat and it hurt to swallow. Leonardo did anyway, trying to keep the burning in his eyes from spilling onto his cheeks. “I ... you are my oldest friend, and you have never betrayed my friendship, as I hope I have never betrayed yours. Your company is ... dear to me.” He looked up at his former lover. “But, Ezio, how can I ever let you back into my bed when I do not know if you have been in another’s?”
Ezio took a deep breath, and squared his shoulders like a man walking to the noose. “I understand,” he said quietly. “It is your decision to make, and I cannot argue against it.” He looked away. “Much as I want to.”
It helped. God help him, it helped, a little, to know that Ezio still wanted him. It made Leonardo want to take it back, want to throw all rational thought to the wind and throw himself into Ezio’s arms, to kiss him and touch him and feel Ezio moving inside him again. He would probably never stop wanting the man, Leonardo realised. A small, petty part of him wanted Ezio to never stop wanting him, either.
Casual Womaniser 4/5
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 08:22 am (UTC)(link)“I would rather give up the child and have you instead,” Ezio growled.
“You can’t,” Leonardo snapped. “You cannot change what has already happened, Ezio. You have already betrayed me once, and that was once too often.”
Because if you did it once, you will do it again.
Ezio seemed to struggle with himself, fists clenching and unclenching as he fought a battle in his own mind. Then all the fight seemed to go out of him. “You speak the truth,” he muttered. “I will ... speak with Rosa.”
Leonardo nodded and kept his gaze on the floor. The door creaked open and then shut, and Leonardo finally allowed himself to sag and raise one shaking hand to cover his eyes.
Except that a familiar warm, large hand pulled it away and equally familiar lips closed over his, hard and demanding, fingers taut in his hair and a tongue sliding between his lips. Leonardo whimpered and grabbed onto Ezio with his free hand, caught between pulling him closer and pushing him away, damning the man for his stupid silent footsteps.
Ezio dropped his other hand and cupped his face with both palms, long fingers cradling Leonardo’s head as he kissed and kissed and kissed, desperately, like he was drowning and only Leonardo’s kisses could save him. Leonardo found himself clutching frantically at Ezio’s waist and back, heedless of the ludicrous amounts of weaponry the man carried, intent on pushing himself as close as possible because – because this was it.
This was goodbye.
The kisses tasted of salt. They tasted of desperation and all the love that still lay between them, as cut and bruised as it was. But they felt clean despite the hurt, like an infection cut out before it truly had time to take root. It left a savage pain that would take a long time to heal, but was still far better than the twisted wreck of a relationship they would have made otherwise.
Eventually, Ezio’s mouth gentled, feathering light, soft touches over Leonardo’s swollen lips.
“Enough.” Leonardo’s voice was hoarse as he pushed him away. “Enough, Ezio.”
Ezio stepped back. “I am sorry,” he said roughly. “That will be the last time.”
“Yes.” Ezio’s clothes were rumpled. It was clear that the rumpling had been done by another in the grips of passion, or perhaps a particularly addled wrestling match. Despite Ezio’s erratic visiting schedule, it was such a familiar sight that Leonardo had to look away, cheeks burning. “I think that you should leave now.” Leonardo swallowed. “And ... you would do me a kindness if you did not come back for a while.”
Ezio hesitated.
“What?” Leonardo snapped, abruptly uncomfortable – even more so than before. “We have said all there is to say. I have asked you to leave. Go—”
“I have another codex page,” Ezio blurted.
Casual Womaniser 5/5
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 08:23 am (UTC)(link)Leonardo closed his eyes. Of course there would be a codex page. Of course that would be why Ezio was here.
It was the situation that made it hurt, he knew. If he had still been living in blissful ignorance – or, better still, if Ezio had actually had any control over his cock – then a visit from Ezio would have been good, but a visit from Ezio with a codex page would have been excellent.
It was only the situation that made him feel like he had been used, he knew.
He still felt that way.
“Leave it on the bench,” Leonardo said, his voice hoarse again, but for a different reason than Ezio’s kisses. “I will send it to Paola when it is finished.”
He opened his eyes again to watch Ezio put the page on his workbench, amidst clusters of sketches and diagrams, idle drawings and notes. He had no desire to touch the damned thing. No desire to work on its mysteries.
Not now.
Ezio walked from the bench to the door, but hesitated again on the threshold. Leonardo somehow kept himself from screaming.
“When you think you could see me again...” Ezio said. “Please, tell Paola. I will come.”
“All right,” Leonardo said. Ezio nodded to him and slipped out into the crowd, door slipping quietly shut behind him.
And Leonardo was left alone.
Just him, his work, and a codex page.
Re: Casual Womaniser 5/5
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)It hurts so good anon. Thanks for this. ;w;
Not OP...
(Anonymous) 2011-02-11 02:43 am (UTC)(link)This was so lovely and so well-written. I normally shy away from the sad/angsty fills but I was curious about this and once I started reading I couldn't stop. Thank you for the wonderful fill, writer!anon, even if it broke my heart.
It hurts so good
(Anonymous) 2011-02-11 05:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: It hurts so good
(Anonymous) 2011-02-11 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Casual Womaniser 5/5
(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Casual Womaniser 5/5
(Anonymous) 2011-10-07 08:14 am (UTC)(link)That said, brava, a!a. You can has all my creys. T^T This is hauntingly beautiful.