It took him a few moments to recover from shock enough to take in his surroundings. Not that there was much to see anyway. He was lying in a fucking hole in the ground, which wasn't even big enough for him to stretch his legs, his body was bent in an awkward angle, his head bumping against one of the side walls, causing dirt to trickle down and into his eyes. The hole wasn't deep, he would be easily able to climb out. How the hell had that fucking bastard managed to do this? Digging a hole right in front of his palazzo? Without anyone noticing? Hell, he even had to remove the flagging for that! And how could Vieri have stumbled so blindly into this trap? Looking down he noticed a carpet in the dirt. Well, that riddle was solved. He made a mental note to watch the ground from now on, too. A carpet. In the middle of the piazza. God damn, he had been such a fool.
The Pazzi blinked stupidly for a few times to get the sand out of his eyes before he noticed the shadow that had fallen over him. Looking up he saw a dark figure looming over the hole. The silhouette was frighteningly familiar, and Vieri cursed himself inwardly for being so intimate with Federico that he actually knew every curve of his body. Straining his eyes he could see the bastard grinning, of course, that cocky son-of-a-bitch-grin that always made Vieris stomach tighten, against his will. Before Vieri could get his usual curses out, Federico leaped down gracefully, the walls of the hole reaching up to his waist, towering over the Pazzi male, feet set on either side of him, effectively trapping him there.
"Salve, Piccolo."
"Get off me right now if you're fond of your calves!"
"Huh?" The younger male looked down at him, not getting what the Pazzi meant.
"I'll bite you, and though I'm sure you'll taste disgusting, I swear I'll enjoy it!"
Federico threw his head back and laughed, eyes half closed but still shining brightly with humor. "Two things, bambino. First, you know just how I taste and we both know you like it. But I have to agree on the enjoying part." His smirk turned smug. "Second… You can do better than this. Biting me? What happened to cutting me into pieces and feeding me to the dogs, burning me alive, or, my favorite, binding me to a tree, smearing honey on my naked skin and waiting till the ants eat me?" He chukled darkly while Vieri felt a new wave of fury crawling through his veins.
"Vattene. It's the best I can do." He muttered, referring to the fact that he could barely even move. "Now, get off me. You have two seconds." His glare could have killed, but of course it didn't work on the Auditore.
"Actually, caro…" the younger man cooed, ignoring Vieri's hissed don't call me that and kneeling down. He was straddling the Pazzi now, bending down low over his face, letting his breath ghost over it and enjoying the blush he got as a reaction. "…I have just a few minutes left to get that carpet out from under you and over our heads, unless you want the guards to find us down here when they're doing their next round."
Vieri froze. Of course, the city guards where doing their usual rounds, and they would pass this piazza. He didn't want to be seen like this, but he definitely didn't want to be stuck down here with Federico, either. He knew perfectly well what the fucker was planning and where this was going. His thoughts must have shown on his face, because Federicos grin widened, turning sly and he bent down to press a mocking kiss on his captive's nose before letting his hands wander over Vieri's flanks slowly, teasingly.
The Pazzi tried his best not to squirm under Federico's touch, but his breath quickened and his eyes fluttered shut. It was embarrassing to be aroused by the merest of touches, but he couldn't help it, Federico always had that effect on him. He felt the heat radiating from Federico's skin when the bastard bowed even deeper and let the stubble on his chin rasp deliciously against Vieri's jaw, following the line of his face upwards and pressed a tender kiss against his temple.
"You need to raise your hips a little, caro." the Auditore breathed against his ear, giving the carpet a tug to emphasize his request. Cursing, Vieri obeyed, letting Federico tug the carpet out from under him. He gasped when his groin met the other's in the progress, which had clearly been the cazzo's intention. Chuckling lowly, Federico bit down Vieris earlobe and worried it between his teeth for a moment, before kissing his temple again and then breaking the contact, propping himself up to put the carpet over the opening of the trap.
Vieri sighed defeated when darkness fell around him.