Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Curare - 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

-I hope this is what you were looking for, this is only my third fill, and English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical mishaps, si? This fic takes place at the time of AC2 in Venice-

The bright young artist was known for his constant smile on his face. Not many knew of the hardships he had to endure, because they were fooled by that smile. The genius worked hard, earned just enough money to pay for rents, materials and whatever he needed to do his research, and had been more then once beaten by jealous husbands, who didn't know about his tastes, or by brass young men, who simply did know.

He would endure all with a smile on his face, but his eyes never smiled with his lips. Only on a few occasions would his eyes lit up and sparkle like new born stars.

Right now was not one of this moments.

He was pushed hard in a wall, forcing him to drop the scrolls and brushes he was carrying. He winced at the hard impact in the stone wall.
"Filthy cazzo!" A young, drunk, man shouted. "You were checking me out weren't you?" He spat the blonde artist and inventor in his face. "Venice doesn't need the likes of you. I don't care what my padre says, brilliant painter or not, we could do without you!" He pushed the poor man again, and Leonardo slumped down against the wall.

"Mi spiace" Leonardo managed to mumble. "I was not doing such thing, I'm sorry you..." But he had already been dragged up again.
"Don't lie, you filthy pig, or I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget." The drunk young man raised a fist as if to hit Leonardo in the face. He shut his eyes closed hoping something would help him.

But the fist never connected.
"What's going on here?" a voice full of authority asked. Leonardo dared to open his eyes.
'Praise the Venetian guards, just in time!' This would be it, he would be saved for another night.
"This.... Stronzo is a freak of nature that likes men" the young drunk hissed. "He was so bold to check me out. I decided to teach him a lesson." As if it was the natural thing to do.
The guard approached them.
"Ah... Messere da Vinci! Yes, indeed, he seems to have developed a... peculiar taste. But we need the messere to finish a big piece of art for one our monuments, and we need him to do that untouched. So if you will, take your complaints to the doge."
This didn't seem to sit well with the young drunk, and before anyone knew what was happening, he snatched a dagger from the guard, and stabbed Leonardo in his abdomen, who, with eyes spread in surprise gasped in pain. The young men then pushed the guard away and ran off in the dark night.

The last thing Leonardo saw before everything grew dark was the guard kneeling down checking his wounds. He heard the man, as if from far away, tell him he was going to find a dottore

Unknown to Leonardo was another figure walking in the damp alley, motioning the guard to indeed get a ,i>dottore,/i>, and to bring him to the artist's workshop.
It will probably be only once in a lifetime that a Venetian guard and the Assassino would work together.

-I'm sorry you said 'not mortally wounded' but I assure you he'll be fiiiine! And I simply couldn't think of a way to get wounded enough to be cared for, and not be seriously wounded.-