Leonardo was deeply engrossed in a painting, so wholly captured that the outside world dimmed, and nothing else much mattered. Ezio wouldn't have minded, but today he found his ire rising with each passing moment.

" Leonardo," he said. The artist barely twitched, and something like a hum came out of his throat in response.

Trying, and mostly failing to fight down his surge of annoyance, he opted for a full blown assault.

He approached the man, and tugged on his hair. Again, Leonardo barely registered the touch, and he barely noticed the way Ezio was practically emitting an aura of insistence.

And why did he want Leonardo's undivided attention? Ezio didn't really want to think about it too deeply, but the exhausted ache of his muscles, combined with his absence from the man for two weeks probably had something to do with it. He was so aggravated that there hadn't been a grand parade at his arrival, in fact, that there had been next to nothing.

Leonardo was busy, distractedly telling him the painting he was working on was commissioned, and due to be picked up tomorrow. Of course, he'd barely started.

He'd been standing in front of his canvas when Ezio had arrived, and he hadn't budged since then. There had been no flurry of movement, and no warm embrace. A rushed 'Ezio! So good to see you are back!' and nothing more substantial than that.

Ezio hated feeling things that he wasn't accustomed to. His utter craving for the other man's attention, for instance, was unprecedented. Thus far, it had never been something he'd had to insist upon. Leonardo always gave it to him, and mostly demanded more of it from him anyway.

It was strange to feel angry at himself; to be so frustrated at the lack of recognition. He wanted, and needed, and God, two weeks!

" Leonardo!" he called, a little more forcefully this time, near-glaring a hole in the back of his head.

" Ah, just a moment, Ezio..." he trailed off.

A moment? Ezio knew how to be patient, in fact, it was a vital trait for assassins. But right now he forgot what the word meant, and he forgot that the world didn't revolve around him.

" I have places to be, Leonardo. If this is a bad time, I'm afraid I must take my leave early." This was, of course, a lie. Right now, Ezio had nowhere to be; nowhere he'd rather be.

" Ezio," the artist turned briefly to look back at him. " Please wait a while, just a little while," he said, again concentrating on the canvas, his paintbrush moving fluidly.

" I cannot wait forever," the assassin returned curtly.

Leonardo waved a hand at him, though he still faced his painting. " Please, you are distracting enough as it is, and I must complete this!" he stressed.

" Distracting? Then perhaps I should leave," he bit out, more harshly then was necessary. Really, Ezio just wanted the man close, wanted to feel his warmth, wanted.

Ezio turned on his heels, but a strangled type of sound came from the artist, stopping him. When the assassin looked, Leonardo was biting his bottom lip, and then in a very fast movement, he barreled into Ezio's chest, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

" No, no, amore mio, you must not leave. I wanted to finish the painting first, I wanted to...oh, but you are too distracting!" Leonardo groaned, his face buried against Ezio's shoulder.

It distantly registered somewhere that Leonardo had simply been prioritizing, and trying to get one thing done at a time. Ezio felt mean and childish, and scolded himself inwardly.

" You were gone so long, and I know I cannot wait, but I must! This painting-" Leonardo was still talking hurriedly into his skin, and Ezio could feel the heat radiating off the man.

With an impatient growl, Ezio interrupted the artist. " Enough, Leonardo." He tugged on the man's hair again, silently demanding more contact.

Leonardo raised his head, blinking the desire out of his eyes, before he glanced uneasily to the side. " I cannot..."

Ezio frowned. " I do not mean to distract you for hours," he groused. " But just..." he faltered for a moment, floundering because he'd never had to ask before. In his lifestyle, he didn't ask for permission or leave or acceptance, he took. He was not familiar with the concept, though it was the simplest, most basic thing, it seemed far away from him; foreign.

"Kiss me?" he asked tentatively, trying not to let his uncertainty show.

Leonardo looked at him for a while, expression conveying nothing and Ezio began to lose hope. He was going to excuse himself, then, and cover his disappointment with a cocky smile. If his artist had to work, then he must let him work, even if only to make up for his selfishness earlier.

However, Ezio was shocked out of his resignation when Leonardo's hands rose to tangle in his hair. With a loud, needy moan he was crushing their lips together in a blistering kiss. Ezio was quick to respond, reveling in the familiarity and realizing how much he'd missed it.

They deepened the kiss, pressing close together, fumbling in their eagerness. Someone moaned, and neither could be sure who it was, or even if it were a collective response. Leonardo's lips were soft and pliant and tasted of wine and honey.

When they separated they were both out of breath, and Leonardo shivered as Ezio's hands roamed languidly up and down his spine.

" There, amore mio, a kiss. I must return to my work—ah."

Ezio's hands weren't letting go anytime soon. " I missed you, Leonardo," he whispered, leaning close to the other's ear. " So kiss me."

" I have already done that," Leonardo forced out, his voice weak.

" Should I even have to ask? Kiss me again and again, everywhere. Kiss me."

With a breathy exhale, Leonardo nuzzled his cheek against Ezio. " Tu sei diabolico," he whispered disapprovingly, even though his body was melting and struggling to get closer to Ezio's.

" But I have some redeeming qualities, no?" Ezio quipped, smiling crookedly.

Leonardo tried to look skeptical, but his sparkling eyes gave him away, and soon he was laughing: Ezio was already tugging on the restraints of his clothing.

" I have a painting," Leonardo said distantly, lost in the way nimble fingers danced across his skin.

" Then, I shall not distract you any longer than necessary," Ezio replied.

Leonardo had some sense to reply, but the words were stuck in his throat. Ezio was moving his hands in the way he loved, Ezio smelled like sunshine and sweat; Ezio was here.

They slumped together on the cold, stone floor of his workshop, but Leonardo didn't care.

It wasn't perfect, as most things aren't.

At the first touch from calloused, warm hands, Leonardo was squirming and gasping. Embarrassingly, he was already dangerously close to unraveling. It had been so long, and he really couldn't help it. His hands closed vice-like over Ezio's shoulders, and he pushed himself closer, vibrating with energy. He panted into the quick, sloppily desperate kisses, pulling on coarse hair hard, his body deliciously overheated. Ezio hummed deeply, his hand a sin on his body, but so good that it couldn't possibly be. Would never be.

Leonardo had missed his hands. His body, his presence, his everything. Oh. He couldn't think suddenly, and he tired to voice a warning that he wouldn't last long like this, but all he could manage was a gooey sound when Ezio's hand went just like that.

The smug sound of approval that followed made Leonardo even more incapable of coherence.

And then Leonardo was pressing tightly against Ezio's body, shuddering and crying out some garbled phrase of pleasure. His head fell onto a strong shoulder as his body was wracked with sensation, and when it passed his chest was heaving almost unbearably. Ezio rubbed his belly, and Leonardo couldn't stop the pleased moan.

" That was quick, amore," Ezio commented, the barest hint of amusement tinging his voice.

" I am sorry," the artist panted. After a while he added coquettishly, " I have missed you, too."

" Evidently," Ezio said, his tone fond under the teasing.

Leonardo chuckled breathlessly, and lifted his head, looking at Ezio's face. " I am sure you have missed me more," he said, lips quirked in a challenge as his eyes darted to the front of Ezio's breeches.

" Are you positive?" he asked, accepting the challenge, raising an eyebrow in mock incredulity. His relaxed smile destroyed the image, and his blazing eyes betrayed how very much he needed Leonardo's touch.

Jovial or no, the artist knew Ezio couldn't help but take a challenge seriously. Though, Ezio's heated, darkened eyes did not go amiss. Leonardo observed the lips that were swollen from their kisses, how the assassin's chest rose and fell almost subtly in excitement, and how his breath quickened just enough for him to notice. His body language was completely open, vulnerable, and Leonardo felt happy, blessed even, and most of all, very confident.

" Quite."

At first Leonardo used his hands, and watched with hungry eyes as Ezio tried to bite back his groans. Ezio did not like losing, he knew.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tanned skin of Ezio's neck. " Shall I have to kiss you, kiss you everywhere?" he murmured, his lips lightly brushing salty skin.

" Yes, I think so," Ezio managed, his voice labored.

" Manners," Leonardo said, touching his lips to a pulsing vein, sucking there.

" Yes, please," Ezio corrected, the breathy laugh cut off when Leonardo journeyed down quickly, leaving a wet trail like fresh paint, and indeed kissing him everywhere.

" Oh."

It was Ezio's turn to lose control, and with a muted moan, he had lost all semblance of it. His body arched and he could not catch his breath. His husky, half-grunt was more gratifying than the loudest cry, and Leonardo cherished it, memorizing the sound.

Ezio fell back, breathing heavily. Leonardo was fascinated by the way his stomach muscles clenched, the way his diaphragm moved, and he was lost in the movement. He crawled along the assassin's prone body, propping himself up on his elbows.

" You missed me more."

" Hmm?" he murmured, trailing a hand absentmindedly over Leonardo's bare shoulder, fingertips tracing invisible lines.

Leonardo smiled. " You lost."

" Did I?"

" Yes, I'm afraid so."

Ezio smiled lazily; his cheeks were still flushed and there were strands of hair sticking to his damp skin. Leonardo had to kiss him. So he did.

No, it hadn't been perfect, but that was the way Leonardo liked it. He glanced down at their bodies, noted the mess, and vaguely thought he should clean up and get back to work. He shifted atop Ezio, trying to extract himself from the warm embrace.

He stopped suddenly, looking down, only half-surprised.

Ezio grinned.

" Kiss me?"

Leonardo had been distracted all night. He'd barely finished his painting in time, but as soon as he had, he was very gladly distracted again.

Whoa, I had fun with this. Too much fun, I think.

Anyway, I've decided to do all three couples with the theme of 'kissing' and asking for it. Oh yeah, I'm a freak, but that's okay. Hopefully this was equally as okay, if it was, please leave me a review! I thrive on them like...like it's the equivalent to gay ASS-creed porn.

AND ALSO, sorry for ambiguous sex, I just felt like writing it that way. I'm half experimenting and trying to change things up. Hope everything was clear and made sense. I felt, how you say, abstract? XD (also: premature orgasms ftw?) -drool-

PS. NEXT UP Shaun and Desmond!

love,
Kyla