I know there were some parts confusing about the last one, so I tried to take more than fifteen minutes to hopefully nullify that. but I didn't take much longer in the end, so... I just wrote it in two sitting instead of one, with a bit of pokemon and you-know-what in between. anyway.

again, DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS OR PEOPLE;;;;

thanks for making me write this. I'd have felt so guilty otherwise. I hope you find it to your satisfaction.

The positioned themselves with less awkwardness than Ezio would have thought possible, being such a novice to this certain type of sex as he was. But Leonardo knew what he was doing, there was no denying that, and Ezio could only stare at the artist with lust-darkened eyes and feel that familiar heartbeat quickening, his whole body aching for an eternity of release.

Leonardo freed himself from his breeches, wasting no time on bravado, though there was a careful playful smile on his face that still embraced him in mischief. He crawled over to Ezio, unfamiliar, innocent, assassin Ezio and his beautiful cock.

Now they were both entirely bare, pressing together, skin against skin hot and wanting, skin against sin and sin against sin. But there was nothing truly wrong with this, and maybe, Ezio thought, maybe the "badness" of it made it all that much better.

But coherent thought, as soon as it returned, was swept as quickly away by more flurries of kisses, more skin on his, hands on his shoulders, his hands on the like, pulling each other closer, and Ezio's scarred back on cold stone.

The artist rocked his hips against the assassin's, both of them gasping at the sensation, touching erection to erection and Ezio wonderingly running his fingers along both, smiling to himself and watching Leonardo arch his back and gasp a moan. He had been waiting so long to be touched by this man like this, Ezio realized—and that he had been wanting for the same for almost as long.

They revel in this for a few torturously delicious moments longer, gasping and arching at the silky feel of their loins rubbing together, Leonardo's just a bit shorter so that it rubs against the sensitive underside of Ezio's, just below the head, the place that makes him squirm and white lights blind his vision and his eyes roll back.

When they could feel each other beginning to lose themselves, they slowed down, hands which had become tangled in hair and nails scraping against shoulders and hands frantically rubrubrubbing slowing slowing, delaying, keeping that last ecstasy for when it would be the best either had ever experienced.

-- Desmond was panting in his seat, though barely aware of his physical body. All he was really aware of were the amazing sensations ripping through him, ones stronger and more beautiful than those any woman had ever given him. He found himself, in what corner of his mind he still possessed, whispering—Leonardo, Leonardo, as Ezio was just now, as Ezio was, and felt the cold stone on his back and the hot desire flooding the rest of his being –

"Leonardo" How wonderful the name felt on a fiery tongue and bruised lips, like wine, relieving and filling him with peace, but also desire. Quieted with more kisses, flames spreading with carefully placed sparks.

"Only a moment longer, mi amici." Leonardo murmured, tilting his hips upward and leaning ever forward. Now the friction was gone, and the artist breathed out, calming himself, relaxing even with need coursing through him.

"Don't you need some sort of—" Ezio's sentence was left again unfinished as the artist purposefully, playfully, and almost grimly impaled himself on Ezio's cock.

They were facing each other and panting deeply, both of their faces were flushed. Leonardo took his time to adjust, though he was no stranger to such carnal arts and knew this position would be the best for both of them, as well as to be still for a few moments, as copious amounts of lubricant were often lacking in something as unplanned and unrestrained as this. But the precum had helped some, helped make things a great deal smoother, and before long, when Ezio was about to ask what was the matter, if his friend was in too much pain, things went white yet again.

Inside his friend it was hot and so tight as to make the assassin delirious with pleasure, and it took all his willpower not to jerk his hips in a quick lost rhythm with how long all the building-up had been going on, all this teasing. No one had loved him like this, Ezio would come to realize later, not in a physical sense nor the sense of two friends, nor any lovers before or after. Leonardo was sliding up and down, moaning softly as if the sensation would drive him apart from the sheer bliss of it. He was still acclimating himself for the most part, and acclimating Ezio to the feel of it, which was unlike any other. Leonardo watched Ezio, whose head was tilted back and to the side, one hand grasping at the stone sides of the well to anchor him to earth as if his spirit might jump out of his throat, the other arm bent to pillow his head. The perfect image of beauty. Leonardo could not resist running his fingertips again down the scarred, tanned flesh. He traced the bruises quickly forming on the assassin's neck, shoulders, dragged nails across his chest and smiling when the assassin's breath hitched as he teased a nipple, hard from the cold around them and the hot shared between.

-- Desmond arched his own back sitting in the chair of the Animus II, ghost fingers teasing him and heat and life and pleasure enveloping his cock, which surged upward in his loose sweatpants, he moaned and shuddered along with his ancestor as--

Leonardo began to move faster, angling himself that Ezio was brushing against that spot inside him that made the artist see nothing but white, and he was beginning to lose himself as well. His pace was less rhythmic, more frantic, Ezio was gasping intermittently and sometimes forgetting to breathe entirely save for moans, hand struggling for leverage on rocks arm twisting away and the hand that belonged to it reaching for Leonardo to pull him into a rough kiss of teeth and unbridled want. This time Leonardo did not slow down, did not tease, did not stop, merely sucked and nibbled and licked Ezio's lips and tongue and ran his nails so lightly over the assassin's chest, making him buck and gasp at the electric shocks that he felt coursing through his body just from that contact alone, but coupled with everything else made him lose it completely. Ezio knew not where he was when things went blindingly white and he felt his orgasm beginning to shudder through him, making him moan so soft yet deep and profound that he felt the earth shaking in ecstasy along with him. He could not restrain himself and jerked his hips up up up riding wave after wave out, so hot and wet and tight that he could not bear it any longer. As it began to subside he felt Leonardo clench tight around him and felt the beautiful muscles spasm around him and Ezio slipped into oblivion once again.

He did not know how long the bliss had lasted, but when he was finally aware of his surroundings Leonardo lay pressed against him, their naked bodies slick with cooling sweat, their hair mussed and in their faces, Leonardo's face pressed into the crook of Ezio's neck. He was whispering something, my friend that was so beautiful, whispering into the lovebites on the assassin's neck, Leonardo sporting a few to match.

"That was a nice walk, I feel much better." Leonardo said finally, rolling off of Ezio and standing up and gathering clothes, smiling all the while.

"Glad to be of service." Ezio replied dismissively, finding himself smiling as well, sitting up and beginning to pull his clothes on Leonardo had handed to him after they both washed themselves with the icy well water. "If you're ever looking to speak again…" Ezio added, and found that the twinkle in his eye was matched exactly.

"I promise I will be speaking with you again very soon."

-- Desmond lay for awhile in the Animus even after he had desynchronized, feeling so very sated and loved that he could hardly believe he was sitting in his own skin, his own unbruised unbitten unkissed skin. Yet he felt so fantastic, and he knew the sticky warm feeling on his lower stomach was very real. He sighed and found himself smiling, but all the same felt shocked eyes on him, and decided he would preserve this moment of calm. He didn't answer them and did not open his eyes, thinking back to Leonardo's touch and his kiss and his promise.

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Ciao Bella/o,

Hero