Vieri settled back down on the body beneath him.

"Hey!" Ezio yelled. What the hell was he doing? This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Vieri would challenge him. They would fight. Vieri would get the upper-hand through some unfair way, but ultimately Ezio would pull through, and chase him off in a humiliating defeat. This, this was just weird.

Vieri leaned down, crossed his forearms on the teens chest, and relished the way Ezio's eyes widened as he tried to shrink back.

"Okay, seriously," Ezio said, trying his best to keep from showing how unnerved he was becoming by the man's closeness. "You're beginning to creep me out." Vieri only grinned maliciously, and Ezio glared at him. "Get. Off," he said, slowly.

"Make. Me." Vieri imitated him, but with a hint of amusement lacing his voice. He pressed himself downwards.

Ezio's eyes widened. Holy shit! What the hell's going on? He tried to push away, but only succeeded in creating more friction between him and the weight upon his hips. Son of a-! He jerked frantically at the rope around his wrists, relieved when he felt them give a little.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Ezio yelled, his voice taking on a higher pitch.

"Winning?" Vieri asked, smugly.

"This isn't a game." Ezio growled at him fiercely, and Vieri pushed himself up.

"So it's only fine when you want to play around, is that it?"

"Damn it. Stop saying things like that!"

Vieri's manic grin was back on his face from Ezio's slightly hysterical yelling. This was going perfectly, but he wanted to take it further. He just wanted to make Ezio break down and cry, strip terrified screams from his mouth, tear the pure, raw fear straight from his wide open eyes. Vieri bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud as his imagination ran. He looked down at the body beneath him, and knew just how to get more. His hands grabbed the belt around Ezio's waist, and started to unbuckle it.

The second Ezio saw that messed up look sprout on Vieri's face, his mind raced to think of what to do. He tried to convince himself that there was no way Vieri was going through with this. He tried to see reason in all of it. Okay, Vieri hated him. A lot. All they ever did was fight, and Vieri always lost. And he knew the man could be cruel. He's seen him attack his own men before, so it made sense for him to want to do something about someone who he so obviously hated. But, this? Seriously?

Vieri moved onto the clasps on his shirt. Shit! Ezio grimaced, and tried to stay calm. He needed to regain some control over the situation, and he tried to speak as offhandedly as he could.

"Didn't think you were so desperate to get into my pants." The hands at his shirt fumbled, and Ezio took this as a positive sign to quickly continue. "Usually, the male population is upset that I take away the attention of their girls, not because they want to be my girl."

"Shut up!" Vieri snapped. "Or I swear, I'll gag you."

Ezio's eyes widened in amusement at the man's temper, his lips quirking off to one side as he tried to suppress his laughter. He knew Vieri was easily affected by his words, and he didn't doubt for one second that he couldn't talk his way out of this. He was about to say more when a gloved hand slammed over his mouth.

A furious look was back on Vieri's face. He had absolutely zero desire to go further than he had to. He figured that everything he had done so far would be enough to have Ezio begging him to stop. What the hell was wrong with this idiot? Most people would be freaking out already. How the hell could nothing scare him? It was almost as if he didn't mind being threatened like this. Vieri's eyes narrowed at the thought, and he grabbed his captive's collar, raising him up to sneer in his face.

"You sick little fuck. You're enjoying this."

Ezio grinned at how easy Vieri was making it to mess with him.

"I guess you know how I like it, then." The punch to his face snapped his head to the side. His glare was on Vieri the next instant, the man matching his searing look. "What are you trying to do?" He snarled, yanking furiously at his bonds, itching to show him what a real punch should be like. Vieri was trying to scare him, right? This was just some sad, pathetic way to intimidate him, which was obviously failing. So why didn't he just run away like he always did? What did he think was going to come out of this?

That was when Ezio finally got it. The fucker was bluffing. He suddenly remembered how uncomfortable the man was when he had accidentally rubbed up against him earlier. This was just a fucked up play to turn him into one of his fumbling, terrified victims. Ezio was hit with a flash of white, hot anger. He was pissed that the older man was even trying this sick tactic, especially since the knew that there was no way he even intended to follow through. Vieri wanted to scare him into surrender? Then he'd fucking show him how it should be done.

When he was finally able to loosen his bindings enough to slip his hands free, his fingers snapped around the back of Vieri's neck. His hand cupped the man's jaw to forcefully keep him from jerking back in surprise.

"You want to fuck with me, Vieri?" Ezio's voice was low and threatening. "then grow a pair, you coward."

And with that, he wrenched the man forward, slamming their mouths together. A loud noise of shock vibrated in Vieri's throat, his eyes comically wide, as he tried to yank himself free. But Ezio pressed them together harder, using enough force to actually hurt.

Vieri panicked when he realized he couldn't get free. He had been completely caught off guard, and couldn't do much more than react wildly. His fingers clawed at the relentless iron grip on his face. His struggles only allowed him a moment to pull away enough to gasp in a short breath of air, before Ezio rammed their mouth together again, smashing his lips painfully against his teeth.

Fucking hell! Vieri thought, as he winced. Since when is he this strong?

He glared straight into Ezio's narrowed eyes, and attempted to bite the bastards lips, intending to rip them from his face. But he was unprepared for when the teen pulled away, and slammed his forehead against his mouth. Vieri jerked back with a cry, the impact having split his lip.

Compared to before, everything was happening too fast. It seemed like Vieri's form of torment was slow and methodical, while Ezio's was quick and haphazard.

Before Vieri could recover, Ezio's mouth was on his again, the teen pressing in closer between his legs. Pain seared from his cut, fresh blood smearing down his jaw. A hand was suddenly on his hip, grabbing tightly, and pulling him against the hot, hardness in Ezio's lap. Vieri's eyes shot open. The tables turned on him too quickly to properly think out a suitable plan, and he resorted to grabbing Ezio's tied up hair, and yanking him off.

Ezio bared the pain long enough to grab Vieri's arms to shove him to the side, and quickly reversed their positions to pin him down. Ezio grinned fiercely down at his captive, the both of them breathing hard.

"Not so funny when you're on the receiving end, is it Vieri?"

The other man scowled.

"Get the hell off of me!" he yelled, enraged at the smug look on the teenager's face, and strained furiously against the hold on his wrists.

Ezio held fast, wanting nothing more than to teach him a lesson for what he had put him through. He slammed his forehead against Vieri's, just to shut the man up, and stayed there to speak with amusement in his face.

"Want to know what else happens to the receiving end?"

Vieri froze. Fuck no. There was no way things were turning around like this for him. Not after all the shit he had to do, and how far he had gotten. He almost had Ezio in tears earlier, and he had actually struggled to get away from him. He wasn't about to let Ezio do the same to him. He opened his mouth to snap at him, but a muffled noise from the top of the nearby storage room grabbed both of their attentions.

Ezio pulled back a bit to look to the source of the noise. The tall figure, bathed in the moonlight, had his hand over his mouth. His eyes were wide, and his shoulders shook. Ezio recognized him immediately.

"Federico!"

The older man suddenly burst out laughing, much to the confusion of the two on the ground.

"Ezio, you-" Federico could barely breathe. "And here I thought you'd be at Cristina's. Who knew?"

"Who knew what?" Ezio glanced down to Vieri, still laying beneath him, and he immediately pieced together how he must look to his brother. His back straightened with a snap, his hands jolting away from Vieri's arms as if they were on fire. He turned wide eyes to his brother.

"Wait! This isn't what it looks like!"

Federico couldn't contain his grin, as he crouched down on the edge of the building.

"Sure it doesn't."

"No, I swear. Federico!" Ezio yelled desperately, as his brother started to laugh again.

"I don't know. You sure seemed really into that kiss."

"That-!" Ezio's face flushed. Shit. How long had he been there? His brother was never going to let him live this down, even if he told him this was to get back at his enemy. His mouth started to pour out an excuse, any excuse to get the heat off of him. He pointed to Vieri. "He started it."

Vieri pushed himself up, and snapped his hand over Ezio's hand to try and crush the life out of it.

"Don't even try to blame this on me, you little shit."

Ezio shot him a look of disbelief as he wrenched his hand back.

"You've got to be kidding me. You were the one that started the whole-" He broke off. Everything that had happened ran through his mind, and he decided, right there, that he was never going to mention any of it ever again. "You know what? Forget it."

Federico called down helpfully.

"Still on him."

Before Ezio could do anything, Vieri roughly shoved him off. Ezio glared at him, but he ignored the younger man completely, and got to his feet. His hand sought his mouth, his lip still throbbing and bleeding. Damn it. Damn it all. Now what was he supposed to do? He glanced to the other two when he heard Ezio's brother speak.

"Your lip."

Ezio wiped at the blood that was smeared on his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Not mine." He said, offhandedly, referring to the blood.

Vieri tried not to growl, his own bloody lip soaking his glove, and throbbing even harder from his anger. Federico shrugged.

"Your eye, then," He said, indicating the bruise from Vieri's earlier punch. Ezio rolled his eyes, not wanting to be reminded of it.

"What, are you going to mention my wrists as well?" He asked, mockingly, as he held up his hands to show off the rope burns. His brother nodded.

"They're very nice."

"Screw you." He went to pick up his belt,which had fallen off when Vieri had unbuckled it. He felt his brother's questioning gaze on him.

"Ezio?"

Ezio refused to answer, focusing instead on adjusting his belt. Federico's eyes narrowed, and they flitted over to Vieri. The older man noticed, and shrank back. Now that his plan had completely fallen through, he didn't want to have to take on the both of them.

He took a step away, furious over his failure, and over the unfairness of it all. He could get what he wanted any other time, and when it came with any other person, but not this, not him.

"What's wrong, Vieri? Don't you usually have something to say?" Ezio taunted him, smirk settling easy on his face. Vieri's eyes narrowed even as he started to retreat. He pointed at him.

"Just you wait, Ezio. The last thing you're going to see is my face staring down at you. I swear it."

And as much as he hated to do it, he turned and ran. It angered him like nothing else, but he would get him back. He would find a way to completely destroy his life, if it was the last thing he ever did.