Ezio's blade sliced through the night air as silently as he moved, but his target turned, another hidden blade clashed with his as a hand held Ezio's elbow, a shoulder thumping against his chest, halting his fall and directing him to the ground.

He was winded, and shocked, but made himself stand when he heard his opponent move again, he was quick enough to deflect the blade but not to catch the fist forced into his ribs.
He grunted, but managed to catch the arm under his, twisted and pulled his assailant against his back, quickly jerking his elbow back to wind and bending to throw the other man over his back.

In the moment it took Ezio to draw his sword the assailant leapt up, drew his sword and turned to block Ezio's attack, they separated, then surged ahead again, every attack met, every move countered and re-countered.

The clash of their blades begun to draw attention, a few late-night citizens ran calling for the guard, when one ringing strike bought them both to a stand-still, breathless and glaring.

"It seems..." The assailant was the first to speak, Ezio had never heard an accent like it. "We are at an impasse."

"Si... It would be foolish for us to continue."

"Foolish yes, but I will not be the first to lower my guard, you did attack me."

Ezio took a small step back and withdrew his sword, surprising his opponent, who mirrored the action quickly then stepped forward, offering his hand.

"Vincent Aux Deux Épées."

"Ezio Auditore de Firenze." He took Vincent's hand and shook it briefly. "You're accent..."

"French, and a pleasure it is to meet you, Monsieur."

"Strange how you could say that."

"Ah, you're right, a pleasure it is not to be killed by you. Monsieur."

Ezio chuckled, then awkwardly scratched at his chin.

"I still have to kill you."

"Assassino!"

The clatter of the guards' feet and their calls echoed through the buildings, Vincent grinned and leapt for the nearest building, grabbing a window ledge and beckoning to Ezio.

"If you can catch me, with them on your tail..."

Before Ezio had time to answer, Vincent leapt further for the ledge above him, grasping the edge of the roof one-handed and swinging himself up, pausing in a handstand to pull a face at Ezio before he dropped to his feet and disappeared over the top of the building.

Ezio swore and quickly followed Vincent's path, when he reached the roof, he noticed Vincent standing almost 4 buildings away, and, Ezio couldn't believe it, waving an arm in the air, the guards he must have passed completely ignorant to his being there.

"This isn't a game... what is he thinking?"

"Where is he? Go that way!"

He was silent, careful and swift as he crept along the rooftops, he ducked behind chimneys and dropped onto ledges where he could, all the while trying to keep Vincent in view and staying out of the guards' sight.
He was one rooftop away when Vincent turned, winked and gave a shout. Ezio turned to notice the 6 or so guards all notice him at once, then turned again to see that Vincent had seemed to disappear altogether. The guards shouted, and arrows flew past him, he began to run, looking all about him for somewhere to hide.

"Down, Ezio."

He was startled off-course by Vincent's voice and as he looked wildly around for the Frenchman he lost his footing and slipped from the roof, landing unceremoniously in a large pile of hay.

"Dio mio."

He laid in the straw, eyes closed and breathless, listening intently for the guards. Their shouts were distant, they had not followed him.

Soon he could only hear his heart beating wildly, almost stopping when the hay around him moved, he didn't dare open his eyes, hand ready to draw his hidden blade.

"Respite, Ezio?"

He opened them to see Vincent above him, a smug smile on his face, hay in his hair.

"How did you do that?"

Vincent didn't reply, just pushed Ezio's hood back and watched him with the slight twist of a grin on his lips. Ezio frowned and broke the gaze by looking away, embarrassed at such attention. He shifted up onto his elbows, turning to move, only for a hand to rest on his shoulder and pull him back, his voice a whisper.

"You don't like to be looked at?"

Ezio gave a mirthless laugh.

"I'm an assassin, I'm not supposed to be seen, especially by the people I am meant to kill!"

A finger pressed against Ezio's lips.

"Sh. You want them to find us?"

"This isn't a game..." Ezio said, repeating himself quietly.

"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun."

Ezio frowned and Vincent chuckled, leaning down and pressing a kiss on Ezio's brow, causing the younger assassin to look at him with wide, questioning eyes.
In answer, Vincent only grinned, swinging one leg over Ezio's waist and kissing his lips softly. When he pulled away, Ezio's frown had softened.

"You are insane..."

Vincent shrugged, then let his hands rest upon Ezio's chest, fingers touching at the various straps and buckles of his armour.

"Ah."

"I can tell you didn't think this through."

"No... no, you're right, I didn't."

Vincent leaned up a little and slid his hands down Ezio's torso, watching Ezio blush as his fingertips pulled the fabric of his shirt free of his thighs.

"But then, things often work out..."

Vincent grinned devilishly as he slid a palm further down, resting softly over the half-hard bulge in the younger assassin's trousers. Ezio blushed again as Vincent began to softly palm at his erection, his breath caught and his heart began to beat quickly.
He groaned, then gasped as his mouth was captured in a deep kiss, a warm, sweet tongue sweeping against his while the hand at his cock now grasped and stroked.

Ezio gasped deeply when he felt Vincent's skin against his own, a strong grip around him, squeezing and stroking rhythmically, the kiss had moved from his lips to his neck, sucking his heated skin and nipping at tender flesh.
Vincent lapped at Ezio's earlobe and the younger man shivered, eyes closing tight and mouth open, desperate and choked gasps were the only sound coming from him.

"That's it."

Ezio groaned aloud as climax hit, his hips jerked and his hands grasped, one in Vincent's shirt, the other at a handful of hay, his body shuddering as Vincent continued to stroke until his seed no longer came.

"Mio dio..."

He felt a soft kiss on his brow and a hand over his eyes.

"Rest now, mon amant."