Fingers bunched into Salai's shirt, shoving him harshly against the wall. Francesco's face was scrunched in anger, in irritation. Salai was grinning.
"Stop stealing from Master," Francesco hissed warningly.
The grin didn't leave Salai's face. "Being a teacher's pet again?" he sneered. "Loving every minute the master praises you for your hard work, your policing?"
Francesco gritted his teeth.
"How good does his cock taste?" Salai asked in a whisper near the other apprentice's face. "How do his lips taste around your dick? Do you like his fingers, the way he fucks you in the storage room?"
Slowly, Francesco swallowed. The anger on his face melted away into shock. "You were spying," he said accusingly.
"I didn't have to spy with how loud you were being," spit Salai. "I hope you enjoy it, enjoy his sex and praise. I'm still his favorite. He only fucks you when I'm not around. He thinks of me when he's touching you."
"Silence your mouth," Francesco warned, but that only made Salai grin harder. "You will not speak of Leonardo that way. You will be grateful he still puts up with you, still allows you to live here after all you've done."
"He wouldn't get rid of me or he would have already, so your threats are useless"—here, Salai's voice slowed—"Fran-ces-co." A spark of mischief came to Salai's eyes, and he snaked his arms around Francesco's waist. His lips hovered by Francesco's own. "Are you jealous of me, Franny? Do you want to touch Leonardo's Il Salaino, too? Do you want to know how my mouth feels?"
Annoyed, Francesco shoved Salai away. His face twisted with rage. "Keep your mouth shut," he hissed. "I don't play your games."
"Oh?" And Salai stretched against the wall like a relaxing cat. "You're hard."
Once he snapped a glance down, Francesco hastily turned away. His face burned with embarrassment, and Salai was cackling lowly behind him.
"I've seen you watching us," continued Salai, "seen the look on your face like you wanted to touch yourself. It wasn't only Maestro you were wanting…"
Under his breath, Francesco said, "Fuck you," and then quickly stalked off for the door of the workshop, leaving Salai behind to look smug and satisfied.
