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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Hard Lessons 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

“... It has been too long.” Ezio suddenly grasped Salai's other wrist, and with almost unnatural speed, wrapped the long cloth around both his arms, effectively binding them together. Realizing his intent, Salai tried to jerk his hands free, but was too late.

“What is this?!” Salai cried out over the rough treatment, rocking forward in an attempt to free his arms. “I wo—ack!”

Whatever Salai was going to say got lost as Ezio dragged him backwards, one hand on thin shoulders and the other laced through his red hair. Ezio tilt his head back and, leaning over the couch, pressed a soft kiss against his lips. A quiet sound of surprise escaped Leonardo, and Ezio grinned into the kiss as he heard the astonishment in his friend's voice.

A moment passed, and then two, as Salai responded faintly to the slide of lips over his own. Salai's mouth was velvety, sinfully soft and perfect... Ezio almost envied Leonardo, but knew that in his heart, he would always prefer the warm, slightly chapped lips of the artist himself.

Ezio broke the kiss and looked up, staring straight into Leonardo's face. Salai made a quiet noise of loss.

“Does it please you?” Ezio smiled in the roguish way that he knew made Leonardo's heart race. The look on his face proved Ezio's theory.

“Ezio... I-I told you, about Salai and I...”

“Sí. And yet, I have missed you. Especially after worrying over your capture. I think—”

“Maestro, if you—!” Salai's interruption was quickly silenced by Ezio's hand over his mouth. Letting out a muffled growl, Salai tried to bite at Ezio’s hand, but Ezio only grinned at his efforts.

“I was saying, I only wish to make you happy. And if I am correct... would it not make you happy to have me? As this one...” Ezio cut his eyes down to Salai, whose unhappily furrowed brows didn't match the blush across his cheeks, “... as Salai watches? He was so full of questions about us, while you were gone. A good maestro must instruct his students, sí?”

“Ah, Ezio...” Leonardo looked conflicted, but Ezio already heard it in the rasp of his voice that the artist would accept his offer. Eyes flickering back and forth between the assassin and his assistant, he wavered for a moment. “But... well, you should not leave a job half-finished.”

“... What?”

Leonardo suddenly smiled, almost benign, but for the hint of desire still written over his features. He walked over to where Salai and Ezio were, standing in front of the couch before picking up the other edge of the silky cloth.

“You do not mind, do you, Salai? I promise to make you comfortable.”

Ezio gaped for a moment, then grinned and uncovered Salai's mouth.

“Mind?!” Salai immediately gasped, eyes darting between the two older men with a look of disbelief. “Maestro, what have I done to deserve this? And since when were you two... together?”

Leonardo blushed again, but maintained his smile as he began to rearrange the cloth around Salai's waist, revealing the beginnings of an erection as he went. Salai wriggled, but he still could not free his arms from behind his back. He huffed angrily.

“And you, Ezio! Always... you were so ignorant! When I asked you if you and Leonardo had...” Salai sputtered incredulously, indifferent to his own nakedness but starting to flush as Leonardo's hands brushed over his stomach.

“Nothing is ever as it seems, il Salaino.” Ezio laughed.

“And you didn't tell me?!” Salai looked pointedly at Leonardo.

“I... it was personal, Salai.” Leonardo looked almost contrite, but continued to shift the fabric, beginning to twist intricate knots over Salai's arms and torso.

“Just, you wait! When I am free of this, I—”

“I think that is enough from you.” Cutting off the youth's tirade, Ezio leaned down, his face over Salai's own. They stared at each other for a moment, both unwilling to give an inch. Leonardo stood over them both, amusement on his face. Ezio pressed forward, bringing his mouth close to Salai's ear.