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"We like to shield the ones we love from danger, but are we setting them up for vulnerability?"

Leonardo plopped himself on the silky sheets of Cesare (and his) bed, not caring that the sheets became creased and messy. His face scrunched up when he thought of what Ezio thought was the right thing to Cesare. It was so…. Out of character! Absurd! Yet it was insanely deserving of him. The urge clawed at the back of his mind. Damn it he didn't even own hand cuffs! Well… Ezio liked that sort of stuff didn't he? Or he would at least have it just in case right? Leonardo could already feel his cheeks flushing with blood just thinking about what he would have to do. Oh this better be worth it he seethed. Somewhere back in his mind he knew. Oh it would be worth it. It would be internet worthy, but he wasn't that cruel. Leonardo grabbed his hat and coat and stormed out of the apartment. Smirking a bit when he heard Lucrezia's yells behind him not to slam the door.

Bitch.

Leonardo took deep breaths. In and out, he rose his hand to ring the doorbell, his hand unsteady and jittiery. Oh god… But the door swung open, bumping Leonardo clean on the head. "Shit man are you ok? You shouldn't stand in front of people's doors like that."

Leonardo adjusted his hat. "I know Desmond, I was just looking for Ezio. I was hoping I could get something from him."

"Really now? Strange I was just looking for him too. Well he's not in. I wouldn't put it against him if he beat me to the Sleeping Fox. You know how he is. You can come with me if you want."

"No it's ok Desmond I really rather not, I mean not to offend…-"

Desmond stared at Leonardo with an "Oh really?" face. "So you aren't going to go home and sit there and do nothing? No you're right you're not! Cause you're going to come with me work and we can find Ezio there ok?"

Leonardo let out a big huff and caved in. Allowing himself to be dragged off to the resident bar. The Sleeping Fox.

The sleeping fox was rather packed tonight. Filled with burly men, police and robust women, in frank words, the type of men and women Leonardo try not to anger. The bar was lined up with large tattooed people in ski toques. The banquets taken by the men and women in uniform and the apparent owner striking up shady deals with a police man. ( Oh Volpe~)

Desmond led Leonardo to the back room labeled "EMPLOYEE'S ONLY" Of which Leonardo paused awkwardly at before shuffling in. "Desmond are you sure we should be in here? Last I checked you're not twenty one and you have to be twenty one to work here, here and… I think I just saw a marijuana deal just happen outside…" Desmond shrugged and pulled on his bartending uniform.

"Dunno, it always looks like that with La Volpe. Sometimes he could just be looking for new cocktail shakers and he'd still look like he's dealing drugs. The sellers he deals with have some sort of weird bar trade lingo." Desmond mumbled as he looked around for his name tag. "But you know, you can't get moonshine everywhere." Leonardo let out a whine. He knew this place was a bad idea.

Desmond led Leonardo the front of the house once more. The front more packed than before, loud obnoxious Italian dance music pumped in the back ground. The room smelled strongly of spilled alcohol and sweat, Leonardo sneezed at the smell several times.

He sat himself down at the bar in the very corner. He looked around the place, if he didn't look at his motivational calendar today he could have very well mistaken the room for a renaissance inn. The wooden aged floor boards, cruddy looking carpeted areas and old thick wooden bar, Leonardo would have never guessed it wasn't Monday March the Fifth 2012, "You are amazing".

Desmond stared at him, "Do you need a drink?" Leonardo nodded and cradled his head into his arms. "I don't drink." On the wooden wall he turned to was carved "JOJO XOXO CALL ME 578-909-3320" Very… Artistic. Leonardo scanned the room looking for his best friend. "Desmond, Mio amico, I do not see Ezio… Perhaps I should go out and look for him. In case?"

Desmond shook a cocktail shaker quickly, pouring out an appletini for the man across the bar. "Nah, you know Ezio if he isn't here at… 11:00. He's already at a girl's place. I don't think he'd be happy if you barged in on him. Unless the girl wanted a threesome." Desmond wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at this. Leonardo scrunched up his nose, "Desmond, having sex with a woman is like having sex with a sponge. It's all wet and squishy…. Women lose their appeal once you've seen them cut open."

"Uh right…. Anyways just stick around here! I see some men have their eyes all over you." Desmond washed another few shot glasses and set them on a drying rack.

Leonardo felt a deep blush settle on his cheeks. Ok, now he could feel all the stares pointed at his back. Obviously they aren't used to seeing… More gentle people in the room. Desmond supposed pacifist just oozed out of the man. Probably cause he's the only one there not drinking anything slightly alcoholic.

Desmond looked at the clock, he only had an hour and a half until he could leave, hopefully with Leonardo in tow.

Large amounts of cheering erupted from the dice game as another winner emerged, a young faced curly haired man called out for more beers. Desmond excused himself from Leonardo to set off for work. Hopefully Leonardo could keep himself occupied right?

Altair looked into Malik's eyes for a second, to Malik's arm and back to his eyes. "Malik… Your arm is it?..." Malik shot a dead glare at him, "Yes Altair, it's basically crushed… I don't think I can climb out if we escape…" The golden eyed man sighed, "Malik look I-," Said man turned to look at Altair. "If you are making some sort of confession of love when we get out of here I will beat you until you can no longer stand."

Altair tried to laugh a bit. Damn if that's what he'll do if I said "I love you." I can't imagine how he'll react to this. "Well Malik, though you've been a brother for many years. I have to say that it may be worse. I-"

At that moment Malik shushed him, hearing the sounds of returning Templars. "Robert, do you know who this is? Do you think it could be another assassin? He looks sort of like the first one don't you think?"

Altair widened his eyes a fraction. "Shit."

My box: Lo all! Sorry about that I had hell week with projects, but I am back and fully operational! By the way I will some how implement all of your lovely suggestions into my story like BDSM Leonardo (top), Ezio, Desmond, Altair THREESOME, Cesare/Ezio (will have to do Semi Non Con). More Auditoires being introduced next chapter?

Read and review please (Bajillions of cookie coffee cups to you all! :D

Despair - Sama : YES MORE CRACK! Machiavellian scheme to win Ezio's heart with La volpe as competition for the hell of it to piss off La Volpe. only for the both of them to fail epically! (It's something like a fairy tale I read I don't really know if it exists...) Yes, way to go Altair.

Mcmyou: Sorry for making you wait... (10 days) BUT! LOOK A CHAPTER! You should put up a fic. If I can do it so can you! *Rainbows and smilely faces* Glad you have waited by your computer!

ardx: No idea why he wears white when it stains, glows and stands out... Maybe he just likes it... Or it proves his manly assassin powers by doing skillful kills in horrid clothing? Perhaps if an assassin could still kill in bright neon orange he'd be a double master assassin. Kadar; always left out of secrets

(Sorry I'm so forgetful this week! Usually I respond to my reviews ASAP!)