Aw. No one seems to like Vieri except me. The deranged little fucker gets no love. Not even from his own father.

Fight Night

Vieri was a nobleman. He was rich. His family had status, and as such, he was used to getting what he wanted. He knew what he wanted, but sometimes he didn't get it.

His sharp eyes narrowed in on the unconscious teenage body of Ezio Auditore, who was tossed haphazardly to the ground earlier by his men. The two were in the far corners of the town near the towering wall. Nobody ever came around there at night, not even the guards. The small one-roomed building that they were next to only housed hay. It, as well as the dark of nightfall, gave him the cover he needed. But the moonlight shining brightly could not hide the younger man's bruised face, and Vieri's mouth abruptly twisted into a snarl.

Just seeing the other man caused him to seethe, especially after their recent encounter with Cristina. Not that he wanted the little tart anymore, but he had laid stake with her first, and then the arrogant little shit had to come out of nowhere and interfere. And worse, he made him look like a fool with those lucky punches of his.

The anger flared up in his chest, and he reacted without thinking. He jammed the broad tip of his boot into Ezio's ribs, and reveled in the way the body below him jerked away with a cry. He smirked. The bastard was awake.

"Ezio. How nice of you to join me." There was absolutely no way to describe how good it felt seeing such enraged anger snap into the younger man's eyes as they locked onto his own. Nor could anything compare with seeing the man struggle to regain control of his limbs after such a lengthy time of being knocked out. Too bad the rope around his wrists kept him from doing so. Vieri actually bit the index finger of his gloved hand to try and contain his amusement. But seeing the little Auditore boy flounder like a caught fish was too much, and he started to laugh, leaning backwards against the wall for balance.

"Oh, my apologies." He straightened up after seeing the glare on the younger man's face. "But it's just so nice to see you like this." He jabbed a finger down at him. "On the ground where you belong.

"Vieri." Ezio's voice grated like sandpaper. He pulled at his restraints, unable to believe what was going on. "You bastard. What the hell?"

Vieri grinned.

"What the hell, what, Ezio?" He asked, mockingly.

"What the hell, this!" The enraged teen tried to find the leverage to get off of his side without aggravating his injuries. He winced as he felt pain shoot across his abdomen from the shallow knife wound that he got from his fight with Vieri's men. "How did you get me here, and why did you-"

Vieri cut his interrogation short by slamming the heel of his boot onto his shoulder, wrenching a cry from his captive.

"Do not think I'm playing around," Vieri sneered, as he placed all the weight he could on one leg, forcing Ezio to arch his back to keep from grinding his hands in the ground. "I did not go through all the trouble of getting you here for nothing."

Ezio fixed him with a look, clearly uncomfortable with having to stare up at the older man's towering figure.

"And why did you go through all the trouble? Let me guess," Ezio smirked, looking confidant and at ease, but still fidgeting under the man's weight. "Going to show me who's boss, right? Well, go ahead. I'd like to see how much of a man you are by kicking someone who's down and tied up."

"Oh, I'll do more than just kick," Vieri growled at Ezio's amused expression. "Any idea why you're here?"

He was greeted with a cheeky smile.

"I suppose me asking the exact same question earlier didn't tip you off?" Ezio's smile fell as the older nobleman dropped down to one knee, hands grabbing the front of his shirt. Ezio put on his neutral face. "Is this about Cristina?" Man, he knew Vieri would be pissed about being beaten so throughly in front of the girl he was trying to force himself on, but to corner him in a remote part of the city, and to order his men to overpower him, and knock him out just to scold him in private? Actually, no, Ezio thought. That sounds exactly like what a coward would do. Especially Vieri, who decided right then to shout in his face.

"No! This is about you!" Vieri was fed up with the teen's lack of proper reactions. He should be cowering, and begging for forgiveness, not smirking up at him like this was a game.

But Ezio was actually starting to have fun. Sure, he was a little pissed at Vieri's treatment of him, and it definitely was unfair the way his men ambushed him earlier, but the older man didn't scare him. Ezio found out that it was just too easy to rile him up. All he really had to do was throw some insults, and Vieri was shrieking his head off in no time. He was like a spoiled little kid, and all Ezio wanted to do was mess with him.

"This is about me?" he asked, sounding innocent. "Why Vieri, I'm flattered, but I'm seeing someone already."

This time, Vieri's face went blank.

"What?"

"I admit, this is a strange way to court someone, but if you are so desperate, and seeing as it is you, then I guess it makes sense."

"What are you talking about?" Vieri growled at his playful tone, not liking what he was implying.

"Well, first you try to rape Cristina, and now me..." A grin flashed onto Ezio's face. "Your pretty sister must not be all that satisfying when you think of her at night."

Vieri's eyes widened, his face coloring a slight red. That little—The shade on his face darkened as he bared his fangs, and jammed his nails deep into the slice wound in Ezio's side.

"Fuck!" The teen immediately bucked, and tried to wrestle away from the sharp pain flaring up and down his side. "Stop!"

The older man laughed darkly, and tightened his grip, holding his captive down. Ezio strained like hell to get his wrists free, twisting violently.

"Vieri!" He yelled angrily, trying to focus on blocking out the pain. Damn it! He had just been teasing him! Vieri was too much of a jerk to not mess around with. But he wasn't usually tied up and unable to defend himself.

Vieri pressed forward as he realized how much he loved hearing the desperation in the teenager's voice. It felt too good to finally have the upper hand, and he just wanted more until there was nothing left. When he spoke, his voice rumbled in his throat, a low, thick sound full of need.

"Why don't you beg me to stop?"

Ezio's eyes snapped open, not realizing he had shut them. He stared at Vieri's twisted face.

"You're kidding me."

"Beg me, Ezio, and maybe I'll let you go."

Yeah, fuck that, Ezio thought, as he scowled. He kicked up hard, doing the only thing he could do, and kneed him in his backside, almost pitching the man forward. But Vieri slammed back down on him, intending to halt any further movements. Ezio grimaced, breath catching in his throat at the sudden assault on his stomach. Vieri seemed to drink in the fresh pain he inflicted on the teen, and roughly pinned his shoulders down.

"You think you can get away? Admit it, you can't do anything without your followers."

"I could say the same for you!" Ezio ground out, digging his heels into the dirt to try to get Vieri off.

The older man sneered, hating the way the kid's eyes flashed defiantly up at him. Nothing he did ever seemed to break Ezio. He just kept coming back or getting up. When they fought, he'd hit harder, lash out quicker. Even when they threw taunts and insults at each other, it was always Ezio who seemed to have the sharper tongue. And he always had that damn, cocky smile on his face. Killing him wouldn't bring enough satisfaction. Vieri wanted nothing more than to make him bend to his will. But how? Nothing ever worked.

Vieri stared at the blood covering his hand. His fingertips disappeared under the red. He twisted his nails in deeper, and Ezio swore.

"Enough! What the hell's the point in this? You're just being a bastard now."

Vieri snarled, sick of how arrogant Ezio was, even when tied up and beaten. Vieri knew he was supposed to be the one in control of all of this. Instead, he was getting yelled at by some lowly, entitled brat! He shifted back, reaching for the dagger at his belt in a blind fury. Fuck trying not to kill him. He's done it plenty of times before, why not now? At the very least, he could simply slash up that pretty face of his. But his hand froze on the hilt when he heard Ezio gasp sharply, and felt the body beneath him flinch.

Confused, Vieri stared at the younger man, whose eyes were wide, and his jaw tense. It seemed like the teenager was too frightened to move.

"What now? Vieri then grinned, enjoying the look on his face. "Finally scared knowing that you're going to die by my hands?

Ezio's expression hardened.

"Get off me, Vieri," he said, his voice low and serious.

The older man's eyebrow rose, as he wondered what caused his abrupt change in demeanor. Whenever he had threatened to kill him before, the teen would just laugh. Vieri sneered.

"And why should I? I think I like you were you belong." He pointed down at his captive. "Beneath me."

Ezio's eyes narrowed further, and Vieri noticed the teen's face turning red. It was then that he realized that he probably should have phrased his declaration differently. He also thought about their positions as well, and frowned. Then it hit him: He really shouldn't be sitting so far down on his rival's body. His eyes widened as he understood exactly why Ezio had frozen up earlier when he had shifted backward.

His first reaction was to get the hell of him right then. Sure, he wanted to humiliate the teen in any way possible, but this affected him as well. It was just weird. He was just starting to lift himself off, when Ezio uttered a noise. From deep within his throat, came a barely suppressed whimper.

Completely thrown off from the sound, Vieri remained still, hovering on his hands and knees above the other. Ezio finally glared at him.

"What the hell are you waiting for?"

What was he waiting for? His mind screamed at him to move. The person he hated the most was right in front of him, and he was getting unintentionally intimate with him! And that would normally be enough to make him retreat. All in the name of strategy of course. He couldn't very well face his enemy when he wasn't thinking straight.

But he couldn't help noticing something else. Another part of him actually liked what had happened. Not the accidental contact, but what came from it. The way Ezio reacted to it. He had looked scared. And the sounds he had made; that was something he usually heard from his victims as they pleaded for mercy. As they kneeled on the floor, clutching their gashed or sliced opened wounds in agony. Then, they started praying and crying and screaming and choking and dying. Watching and hearing all that, even when they didn't die, especially when he refused to let them die, always filled him with sick pleasure.

Vieri's eyes grew bigger in excitement, looking down at the person he hated the most. Right then, he decided he didn't care about how awkward it would be. He just wanted to fuck with him so badly. He just wanted to savagely wrench more sounds from the fucker's throat. No insult or punches or weapon had ever intimidated Ezio before, but maybe this could be enough to finally make the spoiled banker's son beg. Vieri's mouth slowly stretched into a cruel smirk. His jaw tightened in an effort to keep from just completely laughing maniacally as Ezio's expression changed to one of confusion. Oh, this was going to be fun.