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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Desolate Smiles pt2

[(Anonymous)]

Ezio sits there, silent, and he knows that Ezio is doing it on purpose. Just his presence is enough to drive Salai crazy with hatred. He continues to let the rage build inside him, spurred by the fact that a vase is right there, calling him to smash it over the dense assassin’s head. He wonders if all of his bloodline is this stupid. He manages to make it through three more sentences before Ezio speaks again. Salai will not dignify him with any response, and it is pissing Ezio off. Salai knows that such blatant disrespect angers him.

“Speak, you insolent brat,” he spits.

Salai is getting a twisted, bitter happiness from this. Ezio rises, and he almost laughs at the way he puffs out as if he were an animal trying to intimidate something. He sees the shadow fall over his book, and he spots the arm on either side of him. Salai looks at him with a hateful glare and spits in his face, and in that brief moment of recoil, he’s got the vase and slams it into Ezio’s arm.

But it’s not without some damage. Several cuts appear on his face as he is tackled to the floor. The fight is brief, and there hasn’t been more than one punch thrown before the door creaks open, and Leonardo is standing on the threshold to the studio. Salai gives Ezio a smug look.

“Ezio…”

The man’s lip twitches. “He threw a vase at me.”

Salai tips his head back. “I am sorry, Leonardo, but you should know better by now to leave me with him alone.”

Leonardo rubs a hand across his face wearily, and Salai squirms from under the assassin, taking the bags and helping him to his favorite chair. He helps the artist sit and give him a kiss on the lips—much like a little boy does his brother—and in return, he gets that rare, weary smile that shows in his eyes. It’s gone in an instant when Ezio comes back over, replaced by a fake one.

“Go and ready a place for Ezio tonight, would you, Salai?”

He does so, although he already knows that a nice fat spider will be waiting in his bed when he crawls in. After he has readied his enemy’s bed, he climbs into the rafters and plucks a big, hairy spider from its web and places it under the covers. Once he’s satisfied it will not move, he jogs down the stairs. He stops just outside the studio, peeking in through a small hole in the wall he made and listening.

Ezio and Leonardo are by the fire. He can see Ezio, but not his friend.

“What has been bothering you, Leonardo?”

There’s a tired laugh. “It’s nothing, my friend. I am exhausted. That is all.”

“That is nonsense. I have known you for many years now. I have grown wiser in watching you. What ails you?”

“Did you know,” Leonardo begins, adjusting himself in the chair from what Salai could see, “that King Solomon was considered the wisest man of the all? God granted him the gift of wisdom. I think that I shall have Salai read the Bible next. I used to read it to him as a child, when I first took him in.”

Ezio is silent. Salai rises and walked in. “Your bed is ready, dog. You will find it outside, with the whor—”

“Salai!”

He smiles at the artist. “I am only kidding.”

He laughs when he hears him say, “But one day I fear you will not be.”

Salai stands by the artist, holding his hand out. “Come. Let’s get you to bed.”

The artist stands wearily, although that could be masked by his age creeping up on him. He takes the offered hand. “And so you deprive me of my companion?”

“Willingly,” Salai chirps and prepares to lead him to his room, lacing their fingers together.

Leonardo gives his friend a one-armed hug. “Then I am off. Perhaps for the better: I have not slept well these previous few weeks. Good night, Ezio.”

“Sleep well, Leonardo.”

He catches the glare Ezio shoots at him. He knows that there is no more an intimate meaning to their handholding than a younger brother vying for his big brother’s attention. But he also knows that Ezio does not know that. And that is what matters.