So I have recently happened upon a new world of slash fictions in which Ezio Auditore and Leonardo Da Vinci are together. The fan art for it is incredible and, being a bit of an Assassin's Creed enthusiast myself, could not resist but to participate. I like to call it "Eziardo" Enjoy!
"Another Codex page? How exciting!" Leonardo's eyes beamed with curiosity as Ezio handed him the aged scroll, smiling at him. Leonardo walked over to his desk and bent over the paper, moving every other letter and carrying the numbers and everything else. Ezio stared at Leonardo with such admiration that when the thought of being pressed against the wall and kissed passionately by this genius artist, it took a few seconds for the actual depth of the thought to hit him, and hit it did. But not in a good way. He felt the way he did when he saw Uberto Alberti die in his arms mixed with when the three ropes dropped his father, his older brother, and his younger, thirteen year old brother. The youngest, Pertruccio, had been ill as of late before the hanging. He may not have made it anyway, but that was no excuse.
Ezio gasped and took a step back, trying to shake the thought out of his head. Leonardo looked behind him and saw Ezio drop to the floor with angry hot tears flowing down his cheeks. He ran over to the crumbling Ezio and kneeled beside him. "Ezio! Ezio are you alright?" It may have been fuzzy through his own sobbing, or just insanity finally kicking in, but he could have sworn he heard Leonardo whisper the words "cara amore" at the end of the sentence which meant "dearest love" in English.
Ezio could only stare at him in silence. "Leonardo. My family...Cristina...they are all gone...AND FOR WHAT?!" He yelled, pushing things off of a nearby table without having to stand. "These men die soon after they commit the deed. At least if I didn't kill them, there would be the slightest bit of worth for all the people close to me who have been murdered." He fell on his side and cried harder. Leonardo sighed and looked down at him, tears filling his own eyes.
Leonardo knew that Ezio was young, but he had always wanted Ezio to care about him the way he cared for all these other people. And now, when Leonardo was all that he had left, it seemed to him that Ezio was disreguarding him, throwing him to the wind like a piece of trash. Leonardo decided that it was time that he knew. "Ezio...if this act bothers or frightens you, please do your best to disreguard it, the way you do with the rest of what I do." He slowly bent down and pressed his lips against Ezio's tenderly.
The shock pulled him out of his crying fit, and he just stared up at Leonardo in awe. When the artist pulled away his face, he noticed Ezio's expression and quickly apologized only to be cut off by Ezio pulling him back down and kissing him deeply, wrapping his arms around Leonardo's waist.
Desire swept over them as if all the water in Venice had swallowed them whole, enveloped them and made them apart of the water as if they were the same entity. Leonardo swung his leg over so that he was laying on top of Ezio, and pressed his hands agaisnt the cold concrete floor in either side of Ezio's body. Ezio kept pulling him down though, wanting their bodies to be as close as possible.
TO BE CONTINUED...