Whaaat is this? I truly have no idea. Just a wee little thing that's been floating around in my notebook that I figured someone out there may enjoy. It's been a while since I tried my hand at writing and it's also my first venture into the AC fic fandom and I had to fight the shy off with a stick to post this, so any advice/comments/whatever would be much appreciated.

This is supposed to be in a modern setting (seeing as tobacco was yet to be brought over), I know it isn't readily apparent, sorrrrry.

Light flared briefly between cupped palms, flickering between shuttered fingers to illuminate a pale face and dark hair before dying, leaving behind a dimly glowing mote floating in the darkness. Vieri sighed, a pale stream of smoke flowing from slack lips. The din of his father's party floated up faintly, the smug murmurs of conspiring old men and the louder cacophony of the more drunken party-goers spiking through discordantly dimmed by distance and the tiled roof of the palazzo. He scrubbed a hand through his hair wearily, the hat usually present set to the side to prevent the scent of his vice from staining the much-loved fabric. He had retreated from the festivities early on, nauseated by the puffed-up old snobs that gravitated to his family's wealth and influence, and escaped to the rooftop to a private spot he had been shown to by another vice of his. The youngest Pazzi took a deep drag, relishing in the faint burn in his nostrils and the rush of nicotine through his system.

"I did not know you smoked, caro."

Vieri started at the sudden smooth voice in his ear, choking on the lungful of smoke he had yet to exhale. Federico laughed, settling on the tiles next to the other youth. "Mi dispiace," he said, patting his back sympathetically. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Vieri glared at him spitefully, pushing him away when Federico tried to sidle closer. "Vaffanculo, Auditore," he growled, crossing his arms sullenly. "I'm not in the mood."

Federico grinned at the choice of words. "I'm sure I can change that," he purred, pressing close once again.

Vieri snorted, rolling his eyes at the remark, but he couldn't keep the amused cant from his lips.

"You are so full of it…" he muttered, allowing the other man his approach. Federico ran a careful hand up a darkly-clad thigh and when Vieri simply watched him from beneath hooded lids, not halting his advances, the younger man smiled, genuinely, and reached a hand up to brush at a dark strand of hair, fingers lingering.

"Those aren't good for you, you know," he said, softly. "Let me distract you from your troubles."

"You're plenty distracting," Vieri murmured, tilting his head slightly towards the soothing palm. He glanced down at the butt gathering ash between his fingers. "This relaxes me," he said, bringing the cigarette to his lips and drawing from it slowly, causing its ember to brighten the space between them faintly. He held the breath in for a moment, letting his eyes catch and hold the other's gaze before exhaling, blowing smoke over features inches from his own. "Think you can do better?" he challenged, softly.

Federico paid no heed to the plumes wreathing across his face. "Allow me," he murmured, closing the distance between them.

So yeah. H-hope you enjoyed o/o