Everything went quiet as the plate hit the title floor. Leonardo glanced over his shoulder, having flinched at the sound. He and Ezio were supposed to be cooking dinner, and no matter how capable they both were, nothing seemed to be going right. Ezio stood over the shattered plate, staring down at it with a frown and pursed lips. He seemed to be trying to mentally reverse what just happened.

"Whatever you just broke," Maria raised her voice and called out from the lounge. "You're cleaning it up, Ezio!"

Ezio's head snapped up and Leonardo guffawed. "How did you know it was me?" Ezio shouted back in return, caught between amused and offended.

Maria could be heard muffling her laugh. "I am your mother."

Sighing, Ezio carefully tiptoed away from the shards of the plate and returned with a shovel and brush. As he crouched and dealt with his mess, he carefully made a suggestion. "My parents may leave tomorrow, but we don't have to."

The first night with the Auditore parents had gone well, and most of the second day had been relaxing. Leonardo had a feeling Ezio may propose something like staying longer. "Don't you have any responsibilities?" Leonardo asked, not looking away from the vegetables he was chopping.

Ezio snorted. "Nothing urgent. It would be nice to stay, wouldn't it?"

"I don't have to go back to the shop right away, so I guess we can."

Once he had cleaned up, Ezio stood and gave Leonardo a quick peck on the cheek. "You won't regret it, I'll make sure of it."

Leonardo made a mental note to make sure of that. It wasn't long after that Ezio insisted he would finish cooking and all but made Leonardo go join Maria and Giovanni. Leonardo tried not to feel self-conscious as he took a seat with them, feeling both their eyes on him.

"Tell me, Leo," Giovanni took a sip from his wine glass. "Why haven't you and Ezio moved in together?"

Leonardo had a brief moment of sheer panic, his face going blank while his mind sped through ideas and answers. Was Giovanni toying with him? He knew that Ezio and Leonardo weren't actually together, and he looked awfully like a cat with a mouse.

"You've terrified him," Maria observed.

"No," Leonardo's answer came as a squeak, but he managed to return his voice to normal as he continued talking. "It's more out of convenience than anything. My apartment is closer to my shop, and Ezio still has to study." Leonardo had never seen or heard of Ezio studying, but he presumed he did at some point.

"And we all know he doesn't need any more distractions from his study than he already has," Giovanni replied, nodding in approval. Was he smirking, or was that Leonardo's imagination? Whatever it was, Maria didn't seem to notice.

It wasn't until after dinner that Leonardo made his mind up about something. He and Ezio were cleaning the kitchen up, and Maria and Giovanni had disappeared out to the balcony, no doubt enjoying the last of the day's warmth. Leonardo spoke softly, knowing the Auditore parents were out of earshot but still not wanting to risk it. "We should tell them."

"What?" Ezio slid to stand beside him, hip leaning against the counter. "You mean tell them the truth?"

"Yeah, tonight. It should come from both of us."

Ezio shook his head, brow furrowed. "It would just ruin the weekend."

"It's going to be ruined when they find out anyway!" Leonardo paused and made himself lower his voice again. "They don't deserve to be lied to, Ezio."

"I know, I know," Ezio gently turned Leonardo's head more toward him, his damp fingers on Leonardo's chin. "But what would we say? 'We not actually together, but we're very close, we've had had sex, and act like we're together anyway'?"

Leonardo was going to object, but there was nothing he could argue against. Ezio was right. Very blunt, but right. "That's what I was going to talk about to you when your mother walked in on us," Leonardo scoffed, gently pushing Ezio's hand away. "You know, when you climbed onto my lap and decided you'd rather distract me with sex than have a serious conversation."

Ezio grinned, evidently not regretting it one bit. "I'm not the biggest fan of serious conversations."

"I noticed."

"When my parents go, we can talk."

Leonardo huffed, then let himself be turned fully toward Ezio. Hands on Leonardo's hips, Ezio pulled him in to close any gap between them. Warmth formed between them. "I promise," Ezio said quietly, "We will talk once my parents are gone. Actually," he rest their foreheads together, the tips of their noses barely touching. Leonardo was so scared of breaking the contact, he couldn't bring himself to move. "I have something to tell you."

"And what's that?"

Ezio was the one who broke the contact, but he did so to kiss Leonardo's nose. Leonardo made a face of fake disgust, trying to cover how red he was going and how his chest felt light. "I can't say yet," Ezio's grin was lopsided. "That would ruin it. But what I can say is that you are very cute when you're flustered."

There was a pause as Leonardo struggled for words, then Ezio burst out laughing. Leonardo shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "You did that on purpose!"

"It was worth it."

Leonardo tried to step away, but was only yanked back and promptly kissed. He didn't mind, melting into it and reciprocating with the same tenderness. "Are you really not going to tell me?" Leonardo mumbled afterward.

"It's more fun to keep you guessing," Ezio gently pushed shoulder of Leonardo's shirt down, and pressed a kiss against the skin. "I adore that you have freckles here."

Leonardo couldn't even begin to express how happy that made him, but he wouldn't admit that to Ezio. "Stop with the distracting, you're just making me want to know what you have to tell me more."

"Do you have any guesses?"

Of course he did. Leonardo had hopes, but he didn't want to think about them –let alone voice them– for fear that they may not come true. He didn't want to dwell on something that may not happen. He sighed, glad that Ezio hadn't moved. "No, I don't have any guesses." When Ezio huffed, warm air blowing against his skin, Leonardo couldn't help but chuckle. "I am ruining your fun now?"

"A little. But I will tell you when my parents go," he pulled back. "That's another promise."

"You're making a lot of promises."

"You can hold me to them."

A few minutes later the Auditore parents returned, and not long after that they said goodnight and disappeared upstairs. Before they went, Ezio said something quiet to Maria. While Leonardo couldn't hear them, he knew it involved him. Maria cocked an eyebrow, glanced over Ezio's shoulder to where Leonardo sat and then nodded, grinning. Leonardo wasn't sure whether he should be excited or nervous. Ezio waited at the bottom of the stairs until they were gone, then all but leaped over to Leonardo. "Come on," he insisted, holding his hand out for Leonardo to take.

"Why?" Leonardo eyed him suspiciously.

"Please, it only has to be for a few minutes."

It took Leonardo a few more moments to register. "Are you talking about the swimming pool?"

"Leo…" Ezio whined, immediately causing Leonardo to give in. Taking Ezio's hand, he let himself be led through the lounge and outside. The deck and pool were lit only by the light streaming in from the windows, the sky already dark and the sun already gone. It was a little cold, but that was only comparative to how warm it had been during the day.

"Did you made sure your parents weren't going to come down?"

"I may have given my mother a warning," Ezio shrugged, beginning to undress. He didn't shy away from Leonardo's lingering gaze. "Though we do have a rule about no sex in the pool."

Remembering himself, Leonardo stripped as well. Ezio beamed with joy as he moved toward the ladder, lowering himself down into the water first. Leonardo followed, the water still fairly warm from the remaining day's heat. He more or less knew how to swim, but it had been a very long time since he last had the opportunity. He knew the theory of it, at least. Ezio must have picked up on this, as he kept close and watchful. "Sometimes I forget how close you are with your parents," Leonardo remarked, chest deep in the water.

"And you haven't really mentioned your parents. Can I ask about them?"

They began to move around a little, gradually getting more comfortable. "There isn't much to tell, really. My parents weren't married when I was born and I've lived with both of them. My father's been married three times and my mother once."

"Do you still see them?"

Leonardo shook his head. "Not really. My father stopped talking to me when I came out, and my mother got angry with me when I said I wanted to own my own gallery-shop. She wanted me to 'work properly' instead."

Ezio frowned. "I'm sorry, Leo, that I brought it up."

"Don't be, it's fine. I think I've said this before, but you're very lucky."

"I know. I have plenty of friends who like to remind me I'm spoiled."

Leonardo smiled sympathetically. "I'm not sure I can argue against that."

"Like I said, I know."

Moving slowly against the resistance of the water, Leonardo went over to him and slipped his arms around Ezio's neck. "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Now you're just trying to make me feel better."

"Maybe." With the buoyancy of the water and encouraged by Ezio, Leonardo wrapped his legs around Ezio's waist. Ezio held him up easily, giving a hum of contentment as Leonardo massaged the back of his neck with his fingertips. Leonardo loved slipping his fingers up to tangle in Ezio's damp hair. For a while, they just stayed like that, enjoying simply being. There was a sort of intimacy to it that was usually lost in their need and decided to be the one to make the suggestion to take this further. "We could go up to the bedroom?"

Ezio seriously considered it for a few seconds. "I think we should wait until we have the villa to ourselves again."

Groaning, Leonardo nodded. "That's probably a good idea, but it feels like everything has to come after your parents go."

"I'll make it worth your while," Ezio grinned. "I promise."

That only made Leonardo groan again in annoyance.

Maria and Giovanni had to leave midmorning the next day, needing to get home. As he said his goodbyes to Maria and Giovanni, he wondered if this really would be the last time he saw them. Yet, no matter how much Leonardo enjoyed the weekend with them, the fact that Ezio was purposely holding something back was beginning to gnaw at him.

He and Ezio stood in the doorway, watching the Auditore parent's sleek black car disappear down the long, dusty driveway. When they were just a speck, Leonardo pointedly turned to Ezio. "Can you tell me yet?"

Ezio grinned brashly, "Not yet. I have a plan."

"That sounds like something I should be worried about."

That grin didn't disappear as they returned inside. "You know," Ezio remarked, following a few steps behind Leonardo. "We have a rule about the kitchen as well."

Leonardo made a questioning sound in the back of his throat as he moved to the kettle. He had a feeling that, with his back to Ezio, he would be grabbed from behind. He wasn't disappointed; he felt hands slip just under his shirt on both sides of his waist, holding him against the countertop.

Ezio spoke quietly, his words uttered against the back of Leonardo's neck. "No sex in the kitchen."

"Let me guess," Leonardo tried his best to ignore him, filling the kettle with water and placing it back on the base as he replied. "Because of that, you want to have sex in the kitchen."

"My parents aren't here."

"What if they forgot something, turn around and come back?"

At Ezio's suggestive pushing, Leonardo turned to face him. Ezio's hands followed his movement, sliding along skin as he turned. "They won't," Ezio reassured him, voice low in a sort of purr. "We can do whatever we like, and they won't know."

The thought of refuting that left Leonardo's mind as soon as it came. Ezio sunk down onto his knees, grinning knowingly as he did so. Leonardo watched, gripping the counter as his entire body tensed with anticipation.

"You don't seem so against the idea now," Ezio observed smugly, looking up at Leonardo, his face barely an inch from Leonardo's groin.

It took Leonardo a moment to think of a reply. "Don't act like you don't know about the effect you have on me."

Ezio didn't deny it, instead just continuing to grin. His palms briefly rubbed against the outside of Leonardo's thighs, sliding their way up to his trousers' zipper. Leonardo resisted every urge in his body not to wriggle, his breath hitched in his throat. It had barely been a few minutes since this started and he was already a mess. Those thoughts were quickly dissipated as he felt a slight pressure against his crotch and heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. Ezio met Leonardo's eyes as he tugged his trousers down enough, his pupils dilated and blown with lust.

The next movement took Leonardo completely by surprise. Ezio pressed a kiss to Leonardo's lower stomach, then moved his mouth down to the top of Leonardo's underwear. Taking the band between his teeth, Ezio yanked the underwear down, exposing Leonardo all at once. This time Leonardo couldn't help but writhe, moderately embarrassed about how hard he already was. Ezio pulled back a little, quirking an eyebrow. "You really can't complain," Ezio whispered to him, biting down on his bottom lip.

"You're such a tease," Leonardo hissed out.

"You adore it." Ezio trailed kisses down Leonardo's lower belly again, except this time not stopping. Heat spread outwards from where he kissed, and when he reached the base of Leonardo's cock and he began kissing his length. When Ezio reached his tip, it disappeared in the wet warmth of Ezio's mouth. Leonardo whimpered, and felt Ezio's chuckle vibrate against him.

Ezio's head bobbed up and down a few times, before he pulled back and replaced his mouth with his hand. He held Leonardo's gaze as his hand pumped, and Leonardo was struck dumb by just how gorgeous he was, kneeling there and sucking on his bottom lip. Leonardo's own hand went to Ezio's cheek, his thumb grazing against those damp lips then slipping in between them. Ezio smiled, refusing to break the eye contact still until Leonardo tangled his fingers in Ezio's hair and guided him back to his groin. Ezio was only too happy to oblige.

Leonardo's eyes closed momentarily, hot lust pooling in his lower stomach and tingling up his spine. He made himself watch Ezio, briefly distracted by the fact that both of them were still wearing far too many clothes. Then Ezio jerked slightly, pulling back a little. Leonardo immediately removed his hand from Ezio's hair, realizing that he had been guiding him down more than he intended. "Sorry," Leonardo blurted, feeling horribly guilty as Ezio pulled back entirely.

"Don't be," he shook his head, smiling in reassurance, his lips back against Leonardo's tip. "I liked it."

Leonardo scoffed, trying to cover his embarrassed blush with a laugh. That rapidly turned into a groan as Ezio continue from where he left off, shamelessly using his hand in synchronization with his mouth. Despite himself, Leonardo's hips bucked, seeking more as Ezio willingly gave it. Leonardo knew it wouldn't take much longer, his hand returning to its place in Ezio's hair, if only just to have something to grip. His eyes squeezed closed as he burst, a tremble going through his thighs and hips. Ezio made a sort of approving sound which Leonardo barely heard over his halfhearted attempts not to be absurdly loud.

Breathing heavily, Leonardo was just coming back to his senses when Ezio moved. Now standing in front of Leonardo and grinning, Ezio kissed him deeply. Afterward Leonardo buried his face in Ezio's chest, much to the latter's amusement. "I can't believe we just did that in your parents' kitchen," Leonardo mumbled. "And we're still in the kitchen."

Ezio hugged him close, snickering. "You know I have wanted to do that to you since we first met in that flower shop?"

Whining, Leonardo just buried himself further into Ezio, wrapping his arms around Ezio's waist.

My friend gave me the idea for the underwear bit, so that's totally her fault.

Also with Leonardo's parents, I went with the historical Leonardo and how he was illegitimate, then went from there.