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I was reminded that I had not posted these yet. It was a request for Leo/Ezio, and four words as prompts. Feel free to toss more prompts at me if you'd like. I do best with the assassins, or Leonardo. *can write anyone interacting with Leonardo*
Bondage
Ezio tugged carefully at the belt wrapped tight around his wrists. There was only a slight bit of give, and he heard Leonardo chuckle at him.
“Testing already, il mio amico?” A kiss against a shoulder. “Surly you have more faith in my skills than that. It would be a very poor test if you could get free so easily.” A feather light touch of fingertips down his spine, and Ezio arched into them slightly. They were followed bit a slow brush of lips as Leonardo nuzzled along the back of Leo. “You really are quite beautiful, arms trapped like this. How does it feel? You are always so expressive with you hands, does it bother you to not be able to use them?”
The words were soft, a murmur between the skin of Ezio’s shoulders. Shivering, he spread his fingers out and back, pressing them against the artist’s belly. “Leonardo....”
“Ah, do not rush, Ezio. We have plenty of time to...explore.”
Yes, -that- tone right there. It was going to be the end of Ezio’s mind, but listening to Leonardo’s words just drip that lovely little hum was going to be worth it.
Blindfold
He was an artist. A painter, one who was quite good, if he chose to admit it to himself. He invented many things and designed better ways to do many more.
So to suddenly not have his sight was a bit...startling.
Though Leonardo knew who had done it, because he had heard nothing before there was was a flash of red, and cloth had settled on his face. Vision had vanished, and Leonardo felt the knot against the back of his head where the sash was tied.
“Ezio....” A kiss against the side of his throat, and there was a thunk. It was a familiar noise, and Leonardo recognized the sound of the hidden blade hitting the table. It was fairly distinct, with the weight and the materials. Then the assassin started to tug at the belt around Leo’s waist, still not saying a word. Though the older man could hear his friend humming low, almost under his breath. The kiss against his throat did not stop, and he shivered.
Someone was in a playful mood, and he was just going to have to enjoy it.
Biting
Laughing, Ezio flung himself over the far too wide space, hands stretching out, barely catching the lip of the roof opposed the canal. Behind him, he heard the curses of the guards. None of them were archers, otherwise this stunt would have probably ended up with him dragging himself to Leonardo with an arrow in his back. But instead of arrows, there were only words, and he was happy that this batch was on the roof, and had no access to rocks. Those hurt.
Hauling himself up, he felt the sting along his body where half healed injuries had twinged. And a few spots that weren’t injuries at all.
Up and running again, Ezio couldn’t help but smile when he remembered what those spots were. Leonardo was surprisingly possessive in some ways, and Ezio had not expected the reaction to going to his friend for bandaging would be for him to bite Ezio. Oh, he had waited until the wounds were patched up and cared for, and then, without warning, he had bitten Ezio’s shoulder. Hard. Enough to bruise quite quickly.
“Nobody else is allowed to mark you,” Leonardo had purred into his ear, and Ezio shivered as he ran, remembering that tone. “I know you have other lovers, and that these were not injuries you got from them, but nobody else is allowed to mark you, Ezio Auditore. The only ones you should have are these.” Another hard bite, along the curve of the shoulder. “Do better, my friend, at avoiding such injuries, capire? Or else I will have to be most displeased with you.”
A pleasant tickle up his spine at that memory, and the assassin made a note to go visit his friend later. Maybe gift the man with a few marks of his own. Leonardo wasn’t the only possessive one in the situation they found themselves in. And Ezio planned on reminding him of that.
Sadistic Leo
“I often wonder, my friend, if you realize that I am, in fact, an artist. Not one of your sweet little courtesans that you so enjoy spending time with.” Icy blue eyes were focused on Ezio, and the man managed to strangle down the urge to squirm. Barely. He wasn’t sure what had triggered this, but he was well aware that while he could take Leonardo down if he had to, he didn’t -want- to.
“Leonardo, I don’t understand....”
“Don’t understand what, Ezio?” Leonardo continued to sit in the chair, eyes cool, playing with a coin. Ezio saw that there was a bag sitting on the table beside him. A familiar bag. He had left it there this morning for his friend, to help cover the funds he knew his friend spent on things to repair Ezio’s weapons and other little things he sacrificed so freely to help where needed. Oh, Ezio knew he should have woken Leonardo up before leaving, but they had been up late the night before, and he couldn’t stand the idea of waking him so early. Besides, Leonardo had looked quite peaceful, sheets around his waist, hair spread everywhere.
But apparently Ezio had done something wrong, because that was not a good look in the artist’s eyes. He was mad, furious in a way that Ezio rarely saw, and never saw directed at him. “Why are you so mad?”
“I wake up, again, to a cold bed after having gone to sleep with someone I cared for.” Still a cold tone, and Leonardo’s pitch never changed. “Yet again, I am left there sleeping, without even a goodbye or a note saying if the man I went to bed with will be back later that day or if it will be six months before I see him next. Only this time, not only do I find no note, and no goodbye, but I also find money. Tossed on the bed as if an afterthought. Almost as if it was payment for a job well done.”
Which, in a way, it was, but not in the way that his friend was implying. Ezio was horrified that this man, who was far too kind and noble for his own damn good, thought that was what -Ezio- thought of him. “Leonardo.....”
“No.” Sharp word, cutting him off before he could say anything. “No, Ezio, you will be -silent- for a moment. I am -tired- of this, my friend, and you will allow me to speak my mind before you pour your honeyed words into my ear and make me forget just how angry I am.”
Oh, Ezio could see Leonardo was angry, and he wasn’t sure just how to fix it.
“I spent a great deal of my life being bought and paid for, Ezio. In a way, it is how patroned artists work. We go to the one who will offer us the most for our time, and we produce things for them that bring them joy. Or anger, or pain. Whatever they want from us. But even then, I expect that from them. From you, who I thought considered me friend....” Leonardo shook his head. “Or is it because of what I am, my ‘friend’? Is it because I was born to a different class, one not so...noble?”
Ezio flinched. Just a bit. There was a sarcastic tone to those words, and he hated the idea that Leonardo thought it was a class thing. He had heard his friend mutter about that from time to time, but he also knew that the older man had to deal with the higher levels of society, as he had a series of apprentices and students to help support. “Leonardo, no, I.....” Again he trailed off, unsure of what he could say to prove to the man that he did not think of the artist as some sort of puttana, only there for Ezio’s pleasure and then to be forgotten.
“I am sorry, my friend.” He said finally, looking at the ground. “I do not know how to make it up to you, having treated you in such an ill-suited manner.”
Silence, then there was a laugh. A dark, dismissive sound that sent a shiver up his spine. “I can think of a few ways, Ezio, but I don’t think you would like them. Not at all.”
There was a twist in his stomach at that tone in Leonardo’s voice, and he shifted, unsure of how to react. Other than with interest. “Anything, Leonardo.”
“Such a broad promise. On your own head, Ezio. You have brought this upon your own head.”
Ezio shivered. He would make this up to his friend. No matter what, he would. Leonardo had been there for him since the beginning. Had suffered abuse and demands from the guards and others because he helped Ezio. He had spent much time and energy for things that Ezio needed, putting off his own work, both for business and pleasure, to help Ezio.
He would make amends. Even if that look in Leonardo’s eyes frightened him slightly.
The man was his friend.
Bondage
Ezio tugged carefully at the belt wrapped tight around his wrists. There was only a slight bit of give, and he heard Leonardo chuckle at him.
“Testing already, il mio amico?” A kiss against a shoulder. “Surly you have more faith in my skills than that. It would be a very poor test if you could get free so easily.” A feather light touch of fingertips down his spine, and Ezio arched into them slightly. They were followed bit a slow brush of lips as Leonardo nuzzled along the back of Leo. “You really are quite beautiful, arms trapped like this. How does it feel? You are always so expressive with you hands, does it bother you to not be able to use them?”
The words were soft, a murmur between the skin of Ezio’s shoulders. Shivering, he spread his fingers out and back, pressing them against the artist’s belly. “Leonardo....”
“Ah, do not rush, Ezio. We have plenty of time to...explore.”
Yes, -that- tone right there. It was going to be the end of Ezio’s mind, but listening to Leonardo’s words just drip that lovely little hum was going to be worth it.
Blindfold
He was an artist. A painter, one who was quite good, if he chose to admit it to himself. He invented many things and designed better ways to do many more.
So to suddenly not have his sight was a bit...startling.
Though Leonardo knew who had done it, because he had heard nothing before there was was a flash of red, and cloth had settled on his face. Vision had vanished, and Leonardo felt the knot against the back of his head where the sash was tied.
“Ezio....” A kiss against the side of his throat, and there was a thunk. It was a familiar noise, and Leonardo recognized the sound of the hidden blade hitting the table. It was fairly distinct, with the weight and the materials. Then the assassin started to tug at the belt around Leo’s waist, still not saying a word. Though the older man could hear his friend humming low, almost under his breath. The kiss against his throat did not stop, and he shivered.
Someone was in a playful mood, and he was just going to have to enjoy it.
Biting
Laughing, Ezio flung himself over the far too wide space, hands stretching out, barely catching the lip of the roof opposed the canal. Behind him, he heard the curses of the guards. None of them were archers, otherwise this stunt would have probably ended up with him dragging himself to Leonardo with an arrow in his back. But instead of arrows, there were only words, and he was happy that this batch was on the roof, and had no access to rocks. Those hurt.
Hauling himself up, he felt the sting along his body where half healed injuries had twinged. And a few spots that weren’t injuries at all.
Up and running again, Ezio couldn’t help but smile when he remembered what those spots were. Leonardo was surprisingly possessive in some ways, and Ezio had not expected the reaction to going to his friend for bandaging would be for him to bite Ezio. Oh, he had waited until the wounds were patched up and cared for, and then, without warning, he had bitten Ezio’s shoulder. Hard. Enough to bruise quite quickly.
“Nobody else is allowed to mark you,” Leonardo had purred into his ear, and Ezio shivered as he ran, remembering that tone. “I know you have other lovers, and that these were not injuries you got from them, but nobody else is allowed to mark you, Ezio Auditore. The only ones you should have are these.” Another hard bite, along the curve of the shoulder. “Do better, my friend, at avoiding such injuries, capire? Or else I will have to be most displeased with you.”
A pleasant tickle up his spine at that memory, and the assassin made a note to go visit his friend later. Maybe gift the man with a few marks of his own. Leonardo wasn’t the only possessive one in the situation they found themselves in. And Ezio planned on reminding him of that.
Sadistic Leo
“I often wonder, my friend, if you realize that I am, in fact, an artist. Not one of your sweet little courtesans that you so enjoy spending time with.” Icy blue eyes were focused on Ezio, and the man managed to strangle down the urge to squirm. Barely. He wasn’t sure what had triggered this, but he was well aware that while he could take Leonardo down if he had to, he didn’t -want- to.
“Leonardo, I don’t understand....”
“Don’t understand what, Ezio?” Leonardo continued to sit in the chair, eyes cool, playing with a coin. Ezio saw that there was a bag sitting on the table beside him. A familiar bag. He had left it there this morning for his friend, to help cover the funds he knew his friend spent on things to repair Ezio’s weapons and other little things he sacrificed so freely to help where needed. Oh, Ezio knew he should have woken Leonardo up before leaving, but they had been up late the night before, and he couldn’t stand the idea of waking him so early. Besides, Leonardo had looked quite peaceful, sheets around his waist, hair spread everywhere.
But apparently Ezio had done something wrong, because that was not a good look in the artist’s eyes. He was mad, furious in a way that Ezio rarely saw, and never saw directed at him. “Why are you so mad?”
“I wake up, again, to a cold bed after having gone to sleep with someone I cared for.” Still a cold tone, and Leonardo’s pitch never changed. “Yet again, I am left there sleeping, without even a goodbye or a note saying if the man I went to bed with will be back later that day or if it will be six months before I see him next. Only this time, not only do I find no note, and no goodbye, but I also find money. Tossed on the bed as if an afterthought. Almost as if it was payment for a job well done.”
Which, in a way, it was, but not in the way that his friend was implying. Ezio was horrified that this man, who was far too kind and noble for his own damn good, thought that was what -Ezio- thought of him. “Leonardo.....”
“No.” Sharp word, cutting him off before he could say anything. “No, Ezio, you will be -silent- for a moment. I am -tired- of this, my friend, and you will allow me to speak my mind before you pour your honeyed words into my ear and make me forget just how angry I am.”
Oh, Ezio could see Leonardo was angry, and he wasn’t sure just how to fix it.
“I spent a great deal of my life being bought and paid for, Ezio. In a way, it is how patroned artists work. We go to the one who will offer us the most for our time, and we produce things for them that bring them joy. Or anger, or pain. Whatever they want from us. But even then, I expect that from them. From you, who I thought considered me friend....” Leonardo shook his head. “Or is it because of what I am, my ‘friend’? Is it because I was born to a different class, one not so...noble?”
Ezio flinched. Just a bit. There was a sarcastic tone to those words, and he hated the idea that Leonardo thought it was a class thing. He had heard his friend mutter about that from time to time, but he also knew that the older man had to deal with the higher levels of society, as he had a series of apprentices and students to help support. “Leonardo, no, I.....” Again he trailed off, unsure of what he could say to prove to the man that he did not think of the artist as some sort of puttana, only there for Ezio’s pleasure and then to be forgotten.
“I am sorry, my friend.” He said finally, looking at the ground. “I do not know how to make it up to you, having treated you in such an ill-suited manner.”
Silence, then there was a laugh. A dark, dismissive sound that sent a shiver up his spine. “I can think of a few ways, Ezio, but I don’t think you would like them. Not at all.”
There was a twist in his stomach at that tone in Leonardo’s voice, and he shifted, unsure of how to react. Other than with interest. “Anything, Leonardo.”
“Such a broad promise. On your own head, Ezio. You have brought this upon your own head.”
Ezio shivered. He would make this up to his friend. No matter what, he would. Leonardo had been there for him since the beginning. Had suffered abuse and demands from the guards and others because he helped Ezio. He had spent much time and energy for things that Ezio needed, putting off his own work, both for business and pleasure, to help Ezio.
He would make amends. Even if that look in Leonardo’s eyes frightened him slightly.
The man was his friend.
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