Wrote this because I could, and because I needed a break from my yGallery fic. This is my favourite pairing, seriously.

Warning: Graphic sex at the end. If mansex is not your cup of tea, turn back now.


Vieri pulled into the first available carpark and turned the car off in a huff. He couldn't believe it: the one time a popular magazine decided to pay him some decent money to photograph one of their models, he was late to work. He hoped to God that Rosa had already set up, because he didn't want to waste anymore time. He snatched his camera from the front seat and hurried into the studio.

To his immense relief, Rosa pretty much had everything ready. Unfortunately, she was also marching towards him, a 115 pound storm of fury.

"What the fuck?" she hissed, jabbing him in the chest. "Of all the days to be late! Where the fuck were you?"

Vieri swatted her hand away irritably. "If you must know, there was a traffic jam. Some arsehole decided to crash his car and was not courteous enough to consider my timetable. Is the camera stand out?"

"Of course." Rosa smirked as she followed him to the setup. "You'll like this one, Vieri. He's handsome."

"That's great," Vieri said carelessly. As if a women's magazine would choose an unattractive model for their perve-pages.

"He's also the brother of your favourite person," Rosa added. Vieri paused.

"So, my brother."

"Very funny," Rosa swatted his arm. "He's Ezio Auditore's brother."

Oh, fucking fantastic. Vieri bit back a groan as he rounded the screen. Conceit probably ran in that damn family. Vieri wouldn't be surprised if this guy was every bit as obnoxious as his brother, and he was probably even-

"Ah, you're here!"

-utterly gorgeous.

"Federico Auditore." He held out his hand, smiling. Vieri clasped his hand quickly, unable to look away from his fucking beautiful face, dear god his eyes-

"Vieri de' Pazzi."

If Federico knew him from his brother, he didn't show it. "A pleasure," he said sincerely, and Vieri nodded and moved to set up his camera, trying to think pure thoughts instead of about the fucking god before him-

"Rosa tells me," Federico began cordially, moving to sit on the red-draped couch, "that you've never photographed a naked man before." He flashed a grin, and Vieri's brain stuttered to a stop. Fuck, they did want him naked. "How do you feel about this opportunity?"

Honestly, Vieri was amazed he got a response out at all. "It makes a nice change from photographing babies and married couples, really," he said simply, and Federico laughed. "Have you ever been photographed naked?"

"Once, but that was in private." Federico winked, and Vieri quickly re-examined his camera, feeling his face heat up. "So this will be quite the experience for the both of us."

"They've sent along a list of poses they want him in," Rosa said to Vieri as she fiddled with the computer. She didn't seem at all concerned with the sex-on-legs creature before them. "Want to take a look at it?"

Something told Vieri he was in for a very rude shock if he didn't, so he nodded, and Rosa got up and handed him the list. Fuck, he thought desperately, there was no way in hell he was making it through this shoot without beating off at least twice in the bathroom. He nodded mutely and handed the list back to Rosa, ignoring her wicked grin. Fuck her and her taste for schadenfreude.

"Ridiculous, aren't they?" Federico laughed, and Vieri suddenly wished Rosa wasn't there at all.

"Camera's ready," he muttered, glancing over at Rosa. Rosa's smirk widened.

"It's your time to shine," she said to Federico, and Vieri would have told her off for leering like that, except that Federico simply laughed and slipped off the robe, revealing inch upon beautiful inch of tanned, corded muscle. The god metaphor was suddenly very apt, because Federico had the body of a Greek god and Vieri had to wrench his eyes away before he was called out for staring.

Federico tossed the robe behind the lounge and retrieved the black silk pillow, using it to cover his manhood as per the request. He stretched out on the seat, seemingly at ease with his nudity.

"How's this?" he asked lazily, smiling.

"Very nice," Vieri said without thinking, and Federico laughed. From his peripheral vision, he saw Rosa roll her eyes and snigger. "Just… hold still."

Federico's eyes were molten and dark, and they seemed to burn right into Vieri.

The next few hours were exquisite torture. Seeing every inch of that beautiful body and being unable to touch it was driving Vieri crazy. He managed to keep his voice steady as he directed Federico, but he was glad he'd elected to use the camera stand because his hands were trembling all the way through the shoot.

"So you do this for a living?" Federico asked towards the end, and Vieri nodded.

"Have a degree and everything," he replied, and smirked. "You should see the looks on people's faces when I tell them I shoot babies for a living."

Federico threw his head back and laughed, unrestrained, and Vieri froze, gaping.

"Woah," Rosa said, voicing Vieri's thoughts, or lack thereof, and he quickly snapped the image before Federico moved again. He looked over at Rosa, where the images were popping up on her screen. They were gorgeous, but really, photos did not do this man justice.

"We'll leave it there," Vieri decided, and Federico sighed in relief.

Some time later, after Federico had changed and freshened up, he peered over Vieri and Rosa's shoulders at the computer.

"So will I be able to see these photos before the world does?" he asked cheekily, and Vieri considered him for a moment.

"I'm booked in until 4," he said finally. "But if you can drop by after that, I'll be able to show you. Rosa should be finished with them by then."

"Remember you said I could go at 3:30," Rosa said sharply. "My doctor's appointment, remember?"

"What? Oh, yeah," Vieri said distractedly, because Federico was smiling at him as if he was the only person in the world. "I know."

"Good."

"I'll be around after 4, then." Federico said, still smiling. "Thank you again, both of you." With that, he left. Rosa waited until the studio door clicked shut before she spoke.

"Whipped," she mocked, poking Vieri in the ribs. "I friggin' made that up. But since you just gave me the time off, I'll take it." She jumped up and hurried over to the set to ready it for the rest of the day.

"Enjoy your sex!" she teased and proceeded to hum loudly to herself, drowning out Vieri's protests.

True to her word, Rosa left with a smile and a wave at exactly 3:30. Had he not had clients, Vieri would have cursed her out. See, this is why I'm gay. he thought derisively. Fucking women.

The last fifteen minutes felt like an eternity in themselves and Vieri's heart beat roughly against his chest all the while, so loud that he was sure the family he was photographing could hear it. He finally managed to get them to fucking leave and it seemed like another eternity passed before the studio doorbell rang and Federico was crossing the room, heading towards him.

"You look run off your feet," he commented sympathetically, and Vieri blinked, figuring he looked that way because his nerves were frayed. "You finished for the day?"

Vieri managed to tear his eyes away. "Yes, finally," he said, clicking on Federico's folder. "You still want to see your photos, I suppose."

Federico smiled and pulled the other chair close to Vieri, sitting down beside him. Vieri's heart skipped a beat. "Show me."

Federico fussed over the images as Vieri clicked through them, complimenting Vieri's photographing skill rather than admiring himself. Vieri was smiling by the time they reached the photo of Federico laughing, and he felt his face heat up.

"I would like to upload this picture to my blog, if that's all right with you," he said softly. It wasn't shyly. Vieri was never shy, damnit.

"I didn't even realise you'd taken that picture!" Federico said, chuckling. "Yeah, go for it. I don't mind."

"Thank you," Vieri muttered. He could feel Federico's gaze burning into him. He clicked the window shut. "That's all of them."

"Thanks." Federico paused, and Vieri swore he could hear time ticking by. "Do you need help packing up?"

"No," Vieri said firmly. He wasn't going to ask a model to help, even if they were a one-off patron. He heard Federico sigh in exasperation and turned to frown at him. "What-"

He was cut off when Federico's lips sealed over his own.

Federico kissed him insistently, his hand snaking around the back of Vieri's head to pull him closer. After getting over his initial shock Vieri responded, his tongue moving to taste Federico and his hands gripping the front of Federico's pale blue shirt, trying to pull him even closer. Federico nipped at Vieri's bottom lip and Vieri gasped, the sensation shooting straight to his dick, and Federico pulled back for air.

"You've seen me naked," he said lowly, standing and pulling Vieri up with him. "I think it's only fair I see you naked, too."

"What a ridiculous line- nng," Vieri groaned as Federico's mouth descended upon his neck, his hands roaming Vieri's body. He walked them backwards until Vieri was pressed against the table, and then suddenly he dipped down and Vieri's legs were scooped off the ground, sending him sprawling onto his back. Federico climbed over him with little regard for the table and honestly, Vieri didn't care about it right now either.

"I want to fuck you," Federico said lowly, his hand cupping Vieri's jaw and his thumb stroking Vieri's cheek, and Vieri moaned at his tone. "So you had best voice any objections now."

Vieri growled. "My only objection is to you stopping," he replied, and he turned his head and took Federico's thumb into his mouth, sucking on it obscenely. Federico's gaze darkened as he smirked.

"Good man," he said, and his lips found Vieri's again, hungry, as his hands worked Vieri's jacket off. Vieri couldn't unbutton Federico's shirt fast enough, and when his fingers fumbled with yet another button, Federico growled into his ear just rip it and then buttons were flying everywhere as Vieri tore the shirt open. The table creaked under them, and Vieri didn't care.

Federico tossed Vieri's jacket aside and went to push up his shirt, and Vieri was suddenly nervous because, although he kept himself in shape, his body wasn't anywhere near as perfect as Federico's. But Federico simply tossed the shirt aside and moved in to kiss and nip and lick and suck at Vieri's bared torso, and Vieri was sure he hadn't been so hard in his goddamned life. His hand fisted Federico's hair to pull him back up to eyelevel, and Federico growled lowly, animal-like, sending shivers through Vieri's body.

"I trust you brought the needed supplies with you," Vieri said breathlessly, even as his hand fumbled with Federico's belt. Federico blindly shoved his hand into his pocket and after a moment pulled out a small tube of lubricant and a condom.

"Of course," he replied, just as breathless, and Vieri was sure he would have been in a better position to appreciate the beauty of Federico's current state had his heart not felt like it was about to explode from his chest. Federico's fingers deftly removed Vieri's belt, and then his pants as Vieri kicked off his shoes, and suddenly Federico's trousers were gone too and they were both gloriously naked, kissing, as Federico ground their hips together. Blandly, Vieri thought for a moment that perhaps he should have closed up the studio before they started this, but he quickly forgot about it as Federico squeezed some of the tube onto his fingers and gently worked one of them inside Vieri.

Vieri gasped. "Go slow," he requested needlessly, his fingers digging deeply into Federico's broad, muscular shoulders. "I haven't - fuck - done this in a while."

"Of course." Federico pecked him on the lips, the gesture startlingly tender amidst the passion, and he slowly prepared Vieri. Vieri hissed through his teeth, welcoming the strange burn, both familiar and unfamiliar, and stopped Federico as he dipped down to suck Vieri's erection.

"Not- not today," he groaned. His dick was already leaking against his stomach; anymore stimulation and he would come. Federico grinned and couldn't resist swiping at the fleshy tip with his tongue before he sat back up again, and Vieri stuttered out a curse.

Federico finally deemed him ready and Vieri tore open the condom packet with his teeth. He rolled it down over Federico's cock, suddenly eyeing it with apprehension because that was going into him, and he knew that no matter how prepared he'd been he was going to be walking funny after this for a while.

"Don't look so nervous," Federico chuckled lowly as he smoothed what was left in the tube over his dick, and he lined himself up at Vieri's entrance. "Relax," he whispered as he pushed into him slowly, his hands massaging Vieri's shoulders. Vieri grit his teeth, the stretch strange but not unwelcome. Finally, Federico began to move.

It took a few attempts to find the angle that made Vieri see stars, but when they did it had Vieri clawing at Federico's back as the younger man rhythmically pounded into him, giving him no reprieve from the mind-blanking pleasure. The table creaked ominously under them, Vieri wasn't sure what he was babbling but he had a feeling it was a mix between swearing at Federico and telling him not to stop, and Federico cursed and bit down on Vieri's shoulder to muffle his moans.

The table collapsed and Federico caught them just in time, and suddenly Vieri was being pounded into the floor, his back arching against the cool surface, his hands gripping Federico's shoulders and his teeth sinking into his earlobe, and suddenly Federico gripped his erection and stroked once from thick base to fleshy tip, and Vieri cried out his name as he climaxed, spilling between them.

"Fuck, Vieri." Federico moaned loudly, and it only took a few more rough, deep thrusts before he was orgasming too, kissing Vieri sloppily during it. And then it was over and Federico rolled off him, their pants unusually loud in the small studio.

Vieri forced himself to think. "We should… clean up," he said, and jolted when Federico took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"I flipped the sign over to 'closed' on my way in, if that's what you're worried about," he said, grinning cheekily. Vieri stared at him.

"You smooth bastard," he said appreciatively, and laughed. Federico smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I know that we're doing things a little backwards here, but would you like to have dinner with me sometime?"

Vieri rolled his eyes and kissed him. "No shit, I would."