Desynched
Gothic 1
G1: Hello, and we're back again! I love this story to death! I update obsessively(albeit slowly)! I write this in my spare time in class! Is that weird?
Kitti: Yes. And yet no. You are a senior, and all your classes are super easy except Chinese.
G1: True-that. I guess it's okay, as long as no one looks over my shoulder and reads the...fun...HAHA! Unfortunately, I am in the middle of the Spring Musical, so my time for writing is stunted...
Chapter 9
Leonardo sucked in a breath and threw his head back, moaning loudly. Ezio laughed and covered his lover's mouth with his own, smiling as he tried to muffle the pleasured sounds. The two glance through their kiss at their sleeping son. They hadn't been able to wait till morning to play around, as it was their first night in such close proximity.
The younger's smile turned devilish as he leaned back into the kiss and sucked the artist's bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling teasingly. "Leo," he whispered huskily, breath tickling the reddened lips of his lover, "We cannot go on with the little one here."
"You think Annetta would take care of him for a few minutes?" the elder panted, diving for another kiss, only to be dodged.
"I will need much more than a few minutes. Make that hours?" Leonardo shivered with anticipation and nodded enthusiastically. Ezio grinned and pushed off of the bed to pick up the cradle. He winked and carried it and their son from the room. The painter chuckled to himself at Annetta's incredulous shout, wanting to know how two adults can have so little self control. The young man in question returned, laughing loudly and shaking water out of his hair.
"She's so fiery!" came the response to his love's questioning stare as he shrugged out of his damp tunic. "Now where were we?" he whispered, crawling onto the cot seductively. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the pale lips in front of him. The engineer gasped slightly and pressed in, almost desperately, only to miss his target again.
Ezio laughed and made to pounce. Leonardo spun away, hooking his heel in the sheets and catching his lover across the stomach as he fell. With a laugh the blonde hopped over the younger's back, wrapping the cloth over him. The assassin wiggled uselessly, blinking incredulously up at his captor.
"Where did you learn that?"
Leonardo shrugged and tied a knot in the blanket and grinned. "I lived alone for about a year, you think the delicate painter that is a constant victim would do so peacefully? I had to learn things to keep my dignity as well as my life."
The two stared at each other sadly before the elder found himself bored. He rose to his knees with a demonic grin and began to unlace his tunic. He revealed a triangle of pale flesh and traced his stained finger across the slim cords of muscle and purred as he leaned down, breathing shakily into his new toy's mouth. Ezio lifted his hips and ground forward, whispering please in Italian.
The artist clicked his tongue and bit the full bottom lip before him. "Nuh-uh, mi dispiace, but the torture must continue. I fear that I simply need this," he licked a thin line up the exposed neck and nipped, eliciting and delightful moan. He chuckled into the tanned flesh and began to suckle, rolling the bruising skin between his teeth. Ezio ground again and growled at the responding laugh.
"I swear mio amore, if I do not take you now I will lose my sanity! I can not bear to wait any longer!" The engineer sat back and grinned impishly.
"So be it," he whispered seductively, removing his clothes slowly. Upon finishing, he pulled the younger man's breaches down to his knees and firmly grasping the hardened organ. He pumped a few times before taking it into his mouth. He smirked up at the moaning man, loving the look of closed-eyed ecstasy. He carefully positioned himself and plunged, taking the entire length in one slam. Ezio yelled hoarsely in pleasured surprise, opening his eyes and blinking at his panting lover.
Leonardo bent down and kissed the younger man roughly. Upon separating, he removed the sheet, only to be flipped onto his stomach. The assassin growled low in his throat as he tore at the overly complicated clothing. The artist lay quietly, wiggling out of an article of his outfit every now and again to aid his lover. As soon as they were both in the nude, Ezio pressed into the puckered entrance. He kissed the exposed neck in front of him before slamming in with all that he had.
The engineer bit back a scream and arched back into the younger man, urging him on. Ezio plunged as hard and fast as he could, breath ragged, sweat beading all over his body. Leonardo rocked on his knees in time to the set pace, moaning hoarsely. The younger gripped the pale hips in front of him and thrust in harder, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in.
"E-Ezio, I'm not gonna m-make it much l-longer!" Just as soon as the words came out, the elder was tightening around the organ inside him, throwing them both over. The tanned man collapsed onto his love, forcing them both to the bed. Leonardo shifted uncomfortably until he was laying on his back. He wrapped his arms around the man's back and stroked a line of muscle, smiling into the shoulder before kissing it and closing his eyes to rest.
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Leonardo leaped over a small gap between the buildings and skidded in his landing. He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide in panic as he pressed on. His breath came in shallow gasps, sweat poured down his face, into his eyes. It was so hard to see with his hair sticking to his eyelids. He could hear the yells of the guards behind him, his own footfalls rang like echoes in a cave, panic was taking over. Ezio, even with an arrow in his thigh, kept up his him. His eyes were narrowed dangerously as he pulled a knife from his belt. He turned mid-step and threw the blade, which his its mark between the eyes of the nearest soldier.
As he spun back around, an arrow sailed out of nowhere and struck between his shoulder blades. He howled in pain and toppled over the edge of the building. Leonardo skidded to a halt and vaulted himself over the side. He pulled in his limbs to go faster and caught up with the assassin. He spread his arms and wrapped them around the bleeding man, then spun and shifted, putting his own back to the rapidly approaching water.
They hit with a huge splash, spiraling downward. The painter hooked his fingers through a belt and used his other arm to help propel them to the surface. Their heads broke through the surface and Leonardo gasped for breath. He coughed and looked over at his lover.
"Ezio, we are safe, it is alright," he whispered hoarsely, shaking the man slightly. There was no response and panic yet again flooded his mind. He paddled with one arm to the nearest ledge and tossed the unconscious man ashore before pulling himself up as well. He held his cheek over the slightly part lips and went cold. No air. He wasn't breathing. More panic. Leonardo held his fists over the broad chest and closed his eyes before pounding as hard as he could. Water spilled out of the pale mouth, but there was still no rise and fall of the chest.
Tears filled the artist's eyes, blurring his vision as he pinched the bridge of his love's nose. He pressed his open mouth to the unmoving one below his and puffed air into his lungs. Nothing. He sobbed shakily and pounded the still breast again, over and over, pleading through his tears. He repeated the giving air and went back to pounding. The process dragged on and on, but there was no change. His hits became weaker, his offered breaths slower, when he finally just curled up, pressed into the cold and unmoving body next to him.
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Night fell, and things moved, something happened, but the engineer was too numb to feel it. He knew he should be paying attention, but all he could do was imagine the pale, lifeless face of his lover. It was over, all over, and he had failed to save the man he loved. He was a failure. How could he go on living, knowing that he had let Ezio die?
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There was warmth. He was in front of a fire. A fire in the hearth of his own home. He sat up and looked around, confused. How had he gotten there? The last thing he remembered was laying down next to his dead lover near the water. So how had he gotten home? There is a rustle behind him, in his kitchen, then a crash and familiar swear. Ezio? Impossible!
He stood and silently lifted the carving knife off of his work bench. He held it up in a way he had seen the late assassin while dagger fighting, weaving it slowly through the air in his white-knuckled fist. He crept into the kitchen, and paused. His lover stood before him, facing the counter, gathering up shards of a broken plate. His armor was gone, as was his tunic, leaving him in his long sleeved shirt and breeches. His loose hair hung in his face as he tried to scoop the pieces into his gloved hand while wearing a makeshift sling.
Leonardo stepped silently up behind the man and pressed the flat of the blade to the exposed throat. "Who are you?" The man froze, his eyes sliding to the corners, widening at the offender.
"Leo, it is me, Ezio. Will you please take the knife away?"
"You are not Ezio. I WATCHED EZIO DIE!" His voice cracked as he yelled, sobs racking his body. In his minor hysteria he lowered the blade ever so lightly, giving the younger man all the time he needed to disarm him and send him across the room. "I let him die," the artist choked out, leaning over on the table top.
The blonde slowly went silent, tuning the fuming man's voice out. His eyes fell on a scalpel, just sitting on the table, covered in dried blood from removing arrows and glass from his assassin. He picked it up carefully, positioned it against his own throat and spun around, facing the intruder.
"If you are Ezio you will care enough about my well being to leave!"
The tanned man's eyes flew wide, his hand shot out in front of him, only to stop shakily as Leonardo pressed the blade into his own throat, drawing blood. "Please, Leo, I beg you. Put the knife down. You know me. You know our son. Please, don't do this," he did his best to keep his voice even, drawing in shaky breaths to steady himself.
All the while he was talking the older man was shaking his head, mumbling through tightly closed lips. Hands closed gently around his wrists and pulled them down to his side. There was a pressure that forced his hand open. The scalpel hit the floor. Lips pressed to his feather-light. His tears were kissed away. His hands were released. He wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck. He was lifted by his backside onto the table. His tunic was unlaced. He was pulling Ezio's shirt over his head. He leaned back and moaned as a hot mouth traveled across his chest. He roughly pulled down his lover's breeches. He was naked. He was taken on his kitchen table.
AUTHOR NOTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
G1: Well, this is VERY late! How uncool of me! It only took a few hours to write, but I didn't have any motivation to even try until after our Spring musical was over with!
Kitti: I wasn't even THINKING of getting on her ass about it, she's been working so very hard to work a major show and keep up in her classes.
G1: I can't upload this until I get home, cuz it won't work at school. Review, and I'm so sorry!
