Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Hard Lessons 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

This is not the above write!anon... I just saw this prompt and got slapped with inspiration. I hope I'm not stepping on any toes, I'd still love to see the other fills! The more the merrier.

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“... and just what are you painting now, Leonardo?”

Ezio's deep voice rang across the empty workshop, startling Leonardo da Vinci from his concentration on the panel before him. In front of the easel, Salai was seated on a low couch, obviously modeling for Leonardo's composition. The red-haired boy was draped in only a sheer, white cloth, his pale skin nearly glowing in the late afternoon light that filtered through the window.

“Oh, Ezio! How nice to see you again. It has been too long!” Leonardo immediately put down his brush and palette, rushing over to greet Ezio properly. A squeeze to his shoulder and a gentle push led Ezio back over towards the painting, which was unfolding in a sea of muted colors on Leonardo's panel.

“It has only been a few weeks since I helped you escape those men, Leonardo. We have gone longer without seeing one another.” Ezio's tone was light and joking, but there was a hint of something darker in his words, something like regret. However, his face revealed no emotion other than happiness at seeing his friend. “Buon pomeriggio, Salai.” Ezio nodded, acknowledging the apprentice, who looked a little sour at being left, seemingly forgotten.

“Greetings to you as well, Ser Ezio. A true pleasure to see you again...” The overly polite salutation carelessly rolled off Salai's tongue, as he took the opportunity to get Leonardo's attention again. “Maestro, may I move? I'm starting to get a little uncomfortable.”

“Ah, wait just a moment!” Leonardo, who had been smiling fondly at Ezio, suddenly sprang into motion again and grabbed his paints, dabbing some darker colors onto the canvas in the shadows of the draped fabric.

“This is quite nice, Leonardo.” Walking up behind him, Ezio craned his neck to see over his shoulder. “But, what character is it that you are painting? Certainly not a saint, in that get-up.”

Both Salai and Leonardo reacted at once, Salai letting out a noise of exasperation, and Leonardo rounding on Ezio with a hurt look.

“What are you saying? Salai and I came up with this arrangement ourselves... I thought it was quite... tasteful!”

“Mi dispiace, amico. I meant no offense.” Ezio patted Leonardo warmly on the arm, letting his hand stay there as he turned to eye Salai critically. “It is only... that cloth does not leave much to the imagination, sí?”

“But Ezio, the human form is the best example of God's perfection, is it not? I merely wished to...”

“Hm? Wished to paint a beautiful body?” The smirk on Ezio's face echoed in his voice. “Come Leonardo, we both know you do not believe in a Creator, anyway. You need no reason to paint what you want to.” At Leonardo's balking, Ezio stepped between him and the panel painting. He approached Salai on the couch, who followed Ezio with his eyes but steadfastly held his pose.