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Part 3

I'm happy so many people liked this fic. It was a spur of the moment really but I am motivated to keep in interesting now.

Warnings: Minor Yaoi and contains sexual situations.

Inside the room . . .

Aldo gasped as he was pushed against the wall, his Captain's heavy body pushing into his own. The man breathed down his face, the hot air coating the skin of his cheek. He looked at the man with wide blue eyes as he seemed to have trouble breathing. Luciano grabbed his helmet with shaky hands and nearly slammed it to the carpeted floor. Aldo blushed at the raw look of hunger that could be fully seen. Luciano's sharp face was coated with long strands of jet black hair. His eyes burned a hunter green as he seemed to pant through his teeth. The impact of the wall to his head had caused Aldo to loose his helmet, his long yellow hair only held together by his pony tail. He watched fearfully as his Captain descended on him, teeth clenched and jaw tight. Sweat gathered on the forty-year-old man's tanned face, his dark mustache tense on his upper lip. The younger Aldo, a man of only eighteen quaked in his boots.

"C-Capitano?" he stuttered. Luciano leaned over him and stroked the side of his face.

"For too long . . . I have watched you strut around me like a temptation. Do you have any idea . . . How hard it is to resist you?" the man seemed to hiss. Aldo swallowed harshly as his Captain's fingers strayed down his jaw to cup his cheek. The younger felt himself flush at the words as he almost flinched to get away. Even to himself he had always thought his Captain as a handsome man with his helmet off, but never let his gaze roam since the man had a wife.

"Per favore, stop this Captain, you are not yourself!" Aldo pleaded. The younger attempted to push the man away but Luciano growled deep in his throat. Grabbing Aldo harshly by the arms he surged forward and fiercely locked his lips with the other male. Aldo yelped against his lips as Luciano came at him with tongue and teeth. The man tasted so good but he willed his body not to give in to temptation. Luciano pulled back as Aldo panted and fought to keep his eyes open at the atmosphere of the room.

"You're married!" Aldo cried desperately. Luciano gave a huff as he chose instead to migrate to Aldo's neck. His rough tongue lapped at the column as Aldo made a noise of both surprise and suppressed pleasure. Ripping off some of his armor, Luciano was now clothed in nothing but his top and slacks.

"That cow decided that a butcher's cock was more a suit to her! I sent her away to live in shame! I can have anyone I desire, and for weeks now it has been you," he groaned against the skin of the boy's neck. Though it made his heart pound harder, Aldo still struggled and Luciano was beginning to lose his patience. He forced himself back to give Aldo a hard look. He leaned forward and pressed the struggling man bodily against the stone wall of the room.

"Stop struggling! Obbedire!" he ordered his underling, shaking him slightly. Aldo felt fear and shame coat his gut at the situation he was in. Uncontrollably he felt his chest tighten at the way Luciano stared him down.

Oh no . . . Not again!

Aldo had only cried once since he started working for the Borgia. The first time was when his face was covered with a helmet when he went out on patrol. He went with a group of three Seekers, investigating a suspicion of holding spies for the Assassins. His unit terrorized a helpless old man and his family, tearing apart their shop and setting fire to the home. As the Seekers walked away laughing, Aldo stood there, watching as their lives burned to the ground. He had hated himself so much and with a covered face, he cried. Unconsciously his eyes welled up on instinct at the way his Captain spoke to him. When his superior leaned forward this time and kissed his neck Aldo made a strangled noise. Pulling back, Luciano really looked at him in a more calculating manner.

"Why did I have to fall for such a pussy like you?" he whispered more to himself, his eyes hooding. Aldo swallowed loudly and blinked rapidly, his mouth opened but no words came out.

"Capitano?" he asked in surprise. The man Luciano raised his eyebrow before moving back on top of his subordinate.

"Just shut up and let me kiss you moron," he said. Aldo would have said something if his captain hadn't suddenly kissed him deeply.

He . . . He has fallen for me?

Aldo closed his eyes as Luciano wrapped his arms around him and undid certain parts of his armor, letting them fall to the floor with several crashes.

Aldo had a feeling he was in for a wild night.

Ezio snuck up the stairs until he reached a hallway a floor above. He hid behind a statue as a pair of guests walked by. They were laughing up a storm as a man and a woman talked. The man was wearing a mask as the woman was but in his hand held a large goblet of wine. He waited for them to pass before he spied some rafters above the ceiling. Running up the statue he jumped off of it in a spring and grabbed the lowest rafter with his fingers pulling himself up and climbed into a crouch and followed the couple with his eyes. He followed them all the way up a set of stairs, being sure to stay quiet along the rafters. A set of guards walked past the couple coming from the upper level. More guards came from the hallway's corridor as they all stopped in the middle.

"The Pope has orders not to be disturbed in his apartments," one guard said.

"Master Cesare will be making his way to the party soon, we should take our places at the doors," another said. Ezio watched the guards disband as they went to their posts. Spying a window high up Ezio grabbed onto the rafters and went higher.

"I need to get to the Pope first and find my target, Cesare comes later," he mumbled to himself. Quietly opening the window, he jumped through to the roof of the Castello. He looked over the side and smiled to see the Pope's flag flowing below a window near the study. Easily jumping over he dropped to the window ledge and sprung off of a hanging plant near another bed room. Landing easily on the window ledge he hugged the window pane and looked inside. He heard voices talking, one frantic and one calm if not strained.

"I'm telling you, he is after me, my life hangs by a thread!" a man's voice said in fear. Looking through a silver in the glass Ezio smiled as his target paced the room. Pope Alexander VI, also known as Rodrigo Borgia, The Spaniard, sat in a chair near the fireplace. His eyes followed his guest like a hawk as the younger man paced around the table.

Battista Borgia, a distant older cousin of Cesare and nephew to the Pope swallowed nervously. He had long given up his position as a tower captain near Caserma di Alviano to work under safer circumstances. He had left the Campagna district in fear and instead chose to smuggle goods for his cousin and uncle in order to raise funds, killing many innocents along the way. The averaged sized man had shed his captain's armor for a pair of fine deep green robes. His boots clicked against the carpet as he ran his hand through his short black hair. Some of his bangs landed in his frightened blue eyes. His face remained cleaned shaven and Ezio had a hard time believing the man was the same age as Cesare himself, his face was much more youthful and lacked any major wrinkles. He was most youthful around the eyes and neck where his black hair swayed as he moved.

Ezio had not seen the man with his helmet off, all he knew was that the man ran like a coward when the Master Assassin took the Borgia tower he was in charge of. The Pope watched his behavior for only a few more moments before he shook his head. He stood up and walked over to his cowering nephew.

"You are too wound up Battista, you worry for nothing. Be cautious or your fear will make you stupid," Rodrigo advised. Battista turned on him and gave him a scowl.

"Easy for you to say! Here you are, surrounded by guards, you have nothing to cower from! I bet you would not be as brave if it was you roaming the countryside transporting smuggled goods! I have to deal with thieves and assassins! My best friend was killed by those hood wearing bastards!" the man cried, waving his hands around. Rodrigo narrowed his eyes and quickly reached forward. The younger male gave a nervous gasp as Rodrigo grabbed him around the throat and shook him harshly.

"Listen to me you little shit, cazzo stupido. I keep you safe, fed and protected on the road. I worked many years to get where I am and I also had to dirty my hands at points. Don't preach to me about how hard it is, a coward like you should feel honored that I let you live with the shame of running away from Caserma di Alviano like a coward," Rodrigo growled, releasing his nephew. Battisa coughed as his blue eyes widened in fear and nervousness. His uncle's form didn't release its scowl as the man turned his back on him to stand near the table.

"Why don't you go cool off downstairs? Enjoy the festivities, some wine perhaps? I guarantee if you stay in my presence any longer, I might feel tempted to kill you," he threatened, reaching for a wine goblet on the table. Battista didn't need to be told twice as he cringed. He swiftly moved past the Pope to the door leading to the stairs. Ezio followed the man with his eyes as he gave Rodrigo one last glance before climbing back to the roof. Quickly running across the short span of the roof he avoided an archer who had turned his back for a moment. Slipping over the side, he came to a window just near the bottom of the steps that led to the Pope's apartments. Peeking in he saw Battista hastily making his way down the stairs, his face still holding large amounts of nervousness. The man almost tripped down the stairs as he landed in the study under the apartments. Before he could make his way out the door however, someone walked in past the guards.

Ezio's eyes widened as Cesare's childhood friend and right-hand man, Micheletto Corella walked in. The former governor of Piombino scowled as he met Battista near the doorway. His sharp face lined with his usual goatee and sneer only gave a quirk of the eyebrow at the other Borgia. Wearing his usual blue robes lined with mink fur he as always looked extravagant for a mass murderer.

"M-Micheletto!" Battista stuttered out. The other male only smiled at the state Battista was in.

"My dear Battista, what has upset you so? Did your uncle settle a firm hand on your tender backside again?" Corella laughed, setting a hand on his hip. Battista's face flared but he held his ground.

"I'm sure your backside gets handled enough when around Cesare. Tell me, does he have you watch as he defiles his own sister? I heard you started raising their bastard child, how I pity you!" Battisa hissed back, turning slightly away with a sneer. Micheletto gave a huff before reaching up to smooth back his black hair.

"My son has nothing to do with you coward. I heard the assassins made quick work of your last convoy, tell me, how did you manage to escape? I heard all but you perished when the caravan was attacked. Did you let the Master assassin hold you down and mount you like a bitch in heat to guarantee your survival?" he chuckled. Battista's mouth fell open as he sputtered for a comeback.

"Better than being Cesare's bitch! I'd rather take it from the Pope than lay on my knees and recieve from that disease carrying man whore!" he yelled back. Micheletto's smile dropped as he reached forward to Battista. He pushed the man up against a wall between a painting and a large bookcase. Ezio watched intently as Battista's brave front dropped and he now trembled in the grip Micheletto had on him. The taller man leaned over Battista as if examining a fine specimen.

"I wonder how many times that sharp tongue of yours has gotten you into trouble? Or should I say, out of trouble?" Micheletto smirked. He leaned toward Battista and he smiled cruelly at the way the other man's throat worked at the initial closeness.

"I wonder how well that tongue of yours actually works. I heard you and a very burly guard had quite the party last night," he whispered now. Battista's eyes widened at the words as his face flared now more so in embarrassment.

"M-Micheletto!" he stammered nervously. Before Battista could reply, Micheletto made his move. Swiftly he grabbed the back of Battista's head, one of his other hands going to his hip and pressing the man into the wall. Lips were captured in a fierce kiss as Battista made a muffled sound of surprise. Micheletto moaned as he pressed the other bodily against the wall and slipped a knee between his legs. Battista moaned then as he wrapped his arms around Micheletto and returned the heated kiss. They moved against one another, writhing and touching. Before Micheletto could go further, someone shouted from another part of the castello.

Ezio heard a commotion down the hallway as his eyes went to the entrance of the study. Two guards suddenly looked nervous as footsteps stomped down the hall, the sound of heavy metal hitting stone. Ezio tensed when Cesare Borgia himself stomped into the study, passing the two guards who jumped to the side to avoid him.

"Out of my way! Muoviti!" Cesare yelled to them. His stubble-covered face scowled as he took in the scene before him. His nostrils flared as his eyes blazed at the position Micheletto was in. In turn, Micheletto looked at him only as if he was greeting the man under less then pleasant circumstances.

Ezio crept closer, being sure to keep an eagle eye on his target. Battista in turn began to sweat at being caught in such a position. Slowly Micheletto pulled away from the man, removing his thigh from between the other man's leg. Cesare saw the action and in turn narrowed his eyes.

"Cousin, I suggest you leave my sight," Cesare's deadly calm voice uttered. Not wasting a moment, Battista moved around Micheletto and made a dive for the study doorway. The two guards watching the door followed with their eyes until he was down the stair case.

"Micheletto, I suggest you follow me, ora!" Cesare hissed. Micheletto seemed to sigh as he bowed to his master.

"Si, master," he replied.

Ezio had no interest for now in the squabbling pair. He climbed outside the building and chose to make his way to the main ball room. He needed to take care of his target, and soon.

TBC