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11 December 2010 @ 04:58 pm
"The Lure Would Prove Too Much" 10/10  
Title: "The Lure Would Prove Too Much"
Fandom: Assassin's Creed 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ezio/Leonardo
Spoilers: None
A/N: AC kink meme fill, originally posted here. This is an AU so some things will be different but I kept the timeline mostly the same. In this story, no one knows of the Codex so there was no scroll in Giovanni's office and no Codex wall at Monteriggioni.

Prompt: Another request for Ezio/Leonardo (in that order) action. We've seen Evil!Templar Leonardo (and it was absolutely awesome), but I just can't picture the pacifist behaving that way, even if historically, he may have been a Templar. How about Oblivious! Templar Leonardo instead?

Maybe an AU where Ezio is sent to assassinate Leonardo because he's inventing for the Templar, only to realize that the "dangerous" artist is really just throwing sketches their way absent-mindedly?

Bonus points if Ezio has to "kidnap" Leo to keep him safe from both sides.


At some point, Ezio fell asleep although he didn't remember exactly when. He did remember feeling Leonardo moving around in the bed, apparently wiping up some of the mess between them, and then fingers were tracing his jawline and lips brushed his briefly. After that, there was only darkness until the morning, when the sound of someone moving around dragged him from his dreamless sleep. He recognized it as Leonardo almost immediately—the man was muttering to himself every now and then—but waited until he felt more coherent before cracking an eye open.

Leonardo stood at Ezio's easel, dressed in what looked like Ezio's shirt but his own pants. A glance to the side of the bed showed Leonardo's shirt had been the cloth used to clean up. The man was half-hidden behind the canvas he worked on, but as he glanced around the edge—apparently checking on his subject—he started guiltily when he saw Ezio was awake.

“Leonardo,” Ezio drawled. “What are you doing?”

“Um, well, it's just that the light coming in seemed so perfect and I didn't want to wake you just yet and—ah, you moved!” Leonardo huffed, on the verge of pouting, as Ezio stretched languidly. The assassin almost laughed when he crooked a finger at the man and watched the annoyance quickly give way to a touch of the hunger from last night. Leonardo obediently set down his brush and approached the bed, only protesting half-heartedly when Ezio tugged him down onto it and began peeling away his clothes. When they were curled up again, skin against skin with the artist resting his head on Ezio's chest, they fell into a comfortable silence.

“We are both still a mess,” Leonardo pointed out, tracing his finger along one of the scars on Ezio's ribcage, his point emphasized by the smear of oil he left behind. Ezio grunted, not yet willing to leave the comfort of his room. Thinking of that reminded him of the previous day and all that had happened since he left Monteriggioni.

“I spoke with il Magnifico,” he said and felt Leonardo tense against him. He rubbed his hand in soothing circles along his back. “You can return to Firenze when you want to. Lorenzo has given his word to protect you from the Templars.” Surprisingly, Leonardo didn't relax right away. Ezio shifted down the bed a little until his lips brushed the man's ear. “Of course, you are welcome to stay here in Monteriggioni, if you prefer. I will be traveling to Firenze and possibly Toscana again, but the villa serves as a nice middle ground.”

This got a reaction as Leonardo twitched and whipped his head around. He looked hard at Ezio, as if working through the words again in his head, but when he saw the slight curve of Ezio's lips, he finally relaxed.

“Well, I suppose that could work,” he replied slowly, even as a bright smile lit up his face. Ezio chuckled and pulled him close for a long, slow kiss that stirred a familiar heat within him. By the time they parted, he could feel Leonardo's answering arousal pressing against his thigh. He rolled on top of the man, pressing kisses up his jawline to nuzzle behind his ear. Leonardo laughed breathlessly.

“Am I to forever smell of olives, then?” he asked.

“Just for now,” Ezio purred, biting at the shell of his ear and grinning when Leonardo shivered in response. “We still have a little left to use up.”