Desynched
Gothic 1
G1: well, here we are again, ridiculously early on account of the fact that I'm bored and excited, and currently have no internet connection, so it's this and alternating with 高莲恩on playing AC2, and it is her turn. (at 2 AM!)
Kitti: Lucky for me, I am a muse/excuse to have dialogue in the author notes, so this nothing for me!
G1: Meh! Enjoy! (by the way, I think Antonio looks like a creeper, and he was drunk last chapter, so...yeah...)
高: haha buttsex~!!! ;3
Chapter 2
Ezio wandered aimlessly about the city, trying to clear his head. How to make it up to Leonardo? He had completely taken advantage of the older man's weakened mental state. The young assassin was so buried in his thoughts, that it took a blade to his throat to catch his attention.
He stiffened as the cool metal cut a thin line on the front of his neck, a drop of blood seeping out. La Volpe lowered next to the man's ear and whispered: "Boo." Ezio relaxed slightly and leaned his head back, looking the man in the eye.
"Can we not approach each other like normal human beings?" The smiles on both their faces were genuine, hiding in the light.
"I am afraid not, Little One. Only normal human beings can act like normal human beings." He purred, allowing his cheek to brush the younger man's. Ezio tensed, feeling that the situation was going to go from awkward to bad in 5-4-3-2-1.
Sure enough, La Volpe turned his head ever so slightly, brushing their lips, a mere flutter. He pulled back and smiled again, not removing the knife. The assassin stared, wide eyed at his comrade and made an attempt at disarming the older man, only to have his arm twisted behind his back and his face slammed into the roofing slats.
"You should know better, young one, I have taught you things, what trick could you possibly pull on me?"
"This one." A vase crashed down on the elder man's head and Ezio was suddenly freed. He rolled onto his back, coming face-to-hand with Rosa, offering to help him up. "You know, for such a great man, he sure does know how to get distracted."
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Lady Teodora nearly jumped out of her skin at the crashes and screams emitting from Antonio's "room". She hurried down the stairs to find Ezio, with Rosa failing to restrain him, shouting at her "customer" over a dagger.
"So, trying to rape Leonardo wasn't enough for you?! Now you have to come here to get a second fix?!" He lunged, sweeping the blade out in front of him, barely missing as Rosa yanked on his waist sash.
Antonio held the sheet around his waist, tripping backwards over it. "What?! When did this happen?!"
"Last night, you bastardo!"
"Last night I slept here! I got drunk and they picked me up and brought me here!"
"You got drunk with HIM!" Tears stung at the assassin's eyes as Rosa clamped her arms around his waist. He fought weakly, but gave up and slumped forward, shaking slightly. Antonio and Sister Teodora stood staring, appalled by the sudden emotional upheaval. Rosa sat the man down on a couch slowly and rubbed his back.
"I-if you hadn't have done that...then I wouldn't have..." he choked, then seemed to grasp his bearings, and stood up. He flipped his hood up and strode out of the "church", on his way to kill something.
The three remaining people stared between themselves, concern marring all of their brows.
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Leonardo leaned back in his bath, enjoying the bubbles and trying to forget his woes, when the familiar knock and creak sounded. He sat up, eyes bright, only to realize his predicament.
"Leo! Where are you?"
"I'm upstairs!" He hollered his response, looking around, trying to decide if getting out would be safer. Too late, Ezio poked his head into the wash closet cautiously and smiled at the sight.
"You know, that really is very adorable, a grown man in a bubble bath!" He laughed at the responding blush and stepped in, blood dripping down his arm. "Well, as much as I like this, I'm having a bit of a problem." The painter's eyes went wide as he hopped over the side of the tub, completely thoughtless, to fetch the first aid kit.
Upon returning, he found his friend stripped to his breaches, sitting on a stool next to the tub. "This way you can still be in the bath while you fix me up." He said, explaining. Offering a nod, the older slipped back into the water and lifted his sponge, wringing it out slightly before pressing it to the wound. He proceeded to wash away the blood, finding a nasty gash.
"What, pray tell, happened to you?" He asked, slight cynicism apparent in his voice.
"Well, I became notorious again, by pissing off some guards with my mouth, and was chasing an official, to lower it. Well, I killed him, lowered my notoriety, and noticed a tear in my sleave. I inspected it, managed to trip my hidden blade, stabbed myself, fell of the ledge with the blade in my own arm, and made it worse. Sorry."
Leonardo stared incredulously at the man and shook his head. "I will never understand how someone who can scale fifty story towers can be a clutze on sea level!" The pair laughed at this, and the artist finished the stitches off, eying the other man suspiciously. "So, where to now?"
"Well, I was thinking of retiring for the night, as I do oh so rarely. May I join you?" They blushed at each other silently. "Well, I understand if you decline, but either way, I'm at least staying for now, I need to talk to you about something important."
Leonardo sighed, thought for a moment, then nodded. "No need for you to sit out in the cold covered in blood. Get in, I will help you wash while we talk."
Ezio smiled as dropped his breaches, making the other man turn a bright red. The artist looked away, any where but the large... He squeezed his eyes shut until he could no longer hear the rustle of clothing removal. He opened his eyes again and looked around, it was too quiet. He turned around and bumped noses with the assassin, sitting comfortably in the tub next to him.
"Wow, you really are amazing, I didn't hear you get in." He said, trying to explain his flushed state from proximity as being startled.
"Why did you close your eyes when I was getting in?" The younger man asked, lowering his eyes slightly. "Am I bad to look at?" He looked so upset that Leonardo couldn't help but hug him, their bare chests touching, making his pulse quicken.
"No, I am just ashamed to look upon such a body, when I have no superior musculature to offer you." The artist smiled and pulled back slightly. "'Tis an artist way of thinking." When Ezio returned with a blank stare, the engineer laughed and hugged him again. "In other words, you are far too gorgeous for my mortal eyes!"
The assassin smiled and nuzzled his friend's neck. They stayed like that for a while, until it struck the younger man. "But you are amazingly beautiful! You are even known as the most attractive man in all of Italia!"
"And you are the most wanted. Setting the 'murders' aside, that is." The two sat staring at each other, when Ezio closed his eyes, concentrating.
"I am sorry about this morning. I took complete advantage of your state of mind, I did not mean to, I got carried away in my anger. It won't happen again. That was all I wanted to say."
"Ah, here, let me wash your back." Leonardo pulled lightly on one shoulder and pushed the other to make the man turn around. He complied and moaned happily as the soapy sponge traveled down his back in slow, firm circles. He leaned forward and rested his head on the side of the tub, enjoying the massage. "You know, I do not mind. For me, this morning was simply wonderful, so I was hurt when you stopped and left so abruptly." The artist confessed, rinsing the strong back before him, and pausing at the lack of response. "Ezio?"
He rose to his knees and looked at the assassin's face, finding him fast asleep. He smiled and planted a soft kiss at the corner of the upturned mouth, right on the scar. He was shocked, though, when those lips moved in response. He pulled back and saw his own blue eyes reflected in the golden brown of the man he had thought to be asleep.
"Y-you could have said something!"
"And miss my kiss? I think not!" the assassin replied indignantly, sitting up and folding his arms. The two smiled at each other, leaning in, when Ezio stiffened. "We are no longer alone." He whispered, hardly audible. He allowed a swift brush of lips before he stood silently, stepping out and tying a towel about his waist as he reached for his dagger, creeping silently from the room.
Leonardo sat, frozen with fear and anticipation, and nearly screamed when he heard a woman scream. Moments later, the assassin reentered, anger underlying his features as he dropped his towel and slipped back into his breaches. Rosa followed in moments later, cursing under her breath.
She sat on the stool next to the tub and began complaining to the painter about something or other, but he wasn't listening, he was too distracted, watching the man he loved clothe himself. "Ezio." he murmured, unintentionally interrupting the thief and receiving a glare from her.
The assassin turned, pausing as he pulled up his hood. "I am sorry, Leo, but I have work to attend to. Thank you for the medical aid." He spun on his heel and left, making the artist's heart ache.
Author's Notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
G1: These chapters will get consecutively shorter, as I lose interest or time, depending.
Kitti: Theatre rehearsals will be starting up soon, and no one wants to go from hunched behind a sewing machine to hunched in front of a computer, so updates will become sporadic for a while.
G1: If this matters to you, well, we gave fair warning last chapter, but know that I WILL finish this story, even if I" have to start pumping out fluff and filler.
Kitti: Review please! *sharpens knife*