I must thank Slowpoke15hi5 for her wonderfully long and helpful review. Good long feedback is a wonderful gift to a fan fiction writer and since my desire for a long review was granted so quickly, so too will the desires of the readers. –Author

Chapter 5

"Grazie signore. Please come again." The mechanical greeting passed through Leonardo's ear as he paid the woman running the fruit stand for his purchase.

Leonardo sighed, reflecting back on his hectic morning. All he could hope for was that the rest of the day would pass worry free. It was only noon and the party wouldn't be for a few more hours. All he had to do was waste some time, deliver the portrait and then he could go home and do as he pleased, hopefully with no more surprises from Rosa. Planning the rest of his day out, the thought came back to him.

'What was the surprise that Rosa had been talking about? Surely it wouldn't be another training session but anything is possible with that woman. Maybe there will be something at the house...'

Leonardo's train of thought had been leading him in the right direction. When he opened the door to his workshop, the first thing he noticed was a small bag on his paper cluttered table. Curiosity always getting the best of Leonardo, he couldn't wait to see what was in the bag. Quickly putting his night gown and hat safely away in his closet, and the groceries in the cupboard, he rushed over to the table to inspect the little bag.

Enjoy. From Rosa was written on a small tag used to tie the bag tight.

'This doesn't look too bad...hold your tongue Leonardo, it is Rosa after all.' Leonardo unwound the tag and braced himself for the worse, some kind of explosion or rodent was sure to scamper out of the bag. But nothing happened. Breathing a sigh of relief, Leonardo opened the bag wide and was surprised at the contents.

Caffè. How sweet of Rosa he thought. And it looked high quality too. He would save it for later. Now was time for lunch.

Ezio had guessed long ago that his sexy charms had never faded in the many years he had been an assassin. Immediately after leaving the palazzo in his new clothes from Leonardo, girls had been eyeing him all day, cooing, smiling and giggling like children when he passed by. He would wave and give some of the prettier ones a wink. One young lady even fainted into her friend's arms. It wasn't long before one brave girl approached Ezio and took it upon herself to try to seduce the man. The tables were soon turned on her. They spent a few hours together, walking all over the city and stopped at some scenic spots to chat. (Well the girl chatted, Ezio just listened and nodded.) It wasn't long before Ezio had 'charmed' the girl back to her house and was invited in for caffè. Ezio accepted the offer. He was thirsty.

Ezio made passionate love to the girl. He had longed for some kind of pleasure in his life of turmoil for so long that he put all his energy into that moment. In the end it may have been too much. The girl lasted only a couple of minutes before shrieking out and collapsing, spent, on the bed. Ezio sigh in disapproval and dressed himself. As he buttoned up his vest and tightened the belt, he turned around to look at the girl he had picked up only a merger three hours before, lying naked and fast asleep. He felt disgusted, not only for picking up such a young woman but for allowing himself to deface her pure body with his tainted passion. He was much too dark for any young girl to handle him. And now he would leave her without saying goodbye. He hoped he would never see her poor face again. With that, he left out the window and flew over the city back to the palazzo. He felt dirty and needed to bathe.

"I'm sorry Ezio but the bath is out of order. Maybe Leonardo will lend you his." Antonio would have liked to bathe as well but an unfortunate accident had disabled the bath for use for a while before someone could come to fix it. Antonio told him that the incident in question had involved Rosa. Ezio smirked and told Antonio he didn't need to know anymore. That girl was a firecracker. But now it would mean that Ezio would have to call on Leonardo's assistance for the second time that day. He hated asking for help from others, especially Leonardo, so often. He would definitely pay the artist back somehow.

Leonardo was pissed. It was a little after three in the afternoon. The party was at five and he was set to present the painting at half past that hour, when the guests had all arrived and would be able to witness his so called genius. The painting still faced the corner, not visible to his eye but still managing to taunt him. Leonardo paced around the room in circles. He would have liked to finish up the corpse he had started earlier but the painting prevented him. That girl prevented him. What was it about that woman on the canvas that infuriated him so? He strutted up to the large work bench and smashed his fists down, his eyes burning with hatred of the unknown. The only thing that brought him back to his senses was the relief that the painting would be gone in a matter of hours.

'Calm yourself Leonard. It will be over soon and you can go back to your daily life, perhaps one with Ezio living in your house, eh?' He chuckled, almost maniacally. 'Yes that does sound good doesn't it? After this god forsaken commission is out of the house, you can set your plan for Ezio into motion...just as soon as you come up with one. Now how about we make some of the caffè Rosa left you and take a nice calming bath before the party.' Leonardo's inner monologue ending, he prepared the hot water for the caffè, poured it into a cup and stirred the brown powder in, after which he went up to his room, loudly humming a tune he had heard a bard playing in the streets earlier that day.

Just as Leonardo closed the door to his room, Ezio knocked on the workshop door. He was greeted with silence and he knocked again.

"Leonardo? May I come in mio amico?" The last knock pushed the door ajar and Ezio peered inside. When he saw the steam coming off the cup in the middle of the room he knew Leonardo was home, just perhaps upstairs or in another room.

"Pardon my intrusion Leonardo, but the bath at the guild is out of order." More silence though he could have sworn he heard a tune from somewhere. Perhaps a bard had followed him to the workshop. God those bastards were annoying. They didn't seem to go away unless he punched them.

"Would it be possible for me to use you bath? Leonardo?" Still no answer. Perhaps the artist had taken a siesta. 'That man probably looks just as happy and carefree sleeping as he does when he's awake…' Ezio shook his head violently. What was that thought? Thinking something so strange about Leonardo…he really needed that bath. If he remembered correctly, it was on the first floor to the right of him past the table. Leonardo wouldn't mind. As he made his way in that direction, he grabbed Leonardo's cup and took a sip absentmindedly. He paused. It was delicious. He took another long sip and remembered that it wasn't his to drink. He put it down and made a mental note to apologize to Leonardo later. Would the things he took from Leonardo never cease?

Meanwhile, Leonardo had undressed upstairs and fetched a towel, still humming the tune he feared would be stuck in his head for a while now. It was quite addictive and he could see why the bards were suddenly making so much more money. Skipping down the steps, his good mood restored, he went to take a sip of his coffee. The delightful smell filled his nostrils and as he was about to take a sip, something in his brain clicked. He had smelled this scent before. The strong rich scent was a warning of strange side affects to come were one to partake in the bean's juice. It was an imported delicacy that was beginning to become a popular fad amongst Venetians. Leonardo knew from gossip and his own studies that the side effects were not dangerous in small quantities but they were extremely effective. Then Leonardo noticed something else. The cup was already half empty. Thinking back, he thought he heard someone come into the workshop asking for him, but he had dismissed it at the time. What if that person had come in and drank some of the caffè? If they had left then it wouldn't be his problem anymore but…

-squeak- "Whoa…ah ha ha watch out~" –splash-

That was Ezio's voice. Leonardo's heart stopped for a moment, then began to beat so fast it threatened to pop right out of his chest. Leonardo's current worse fear and greatest desire had been fulfilled at the same instant. He immediately concluded that Ezio had drunk the caffè and was now in his bathroom, possibly drowning with the splashing he just heard. His grip on the towel tightened and sprinted for the bathroom door. With all of Ezio's travel, there was a slim chance that he knew that the caffè he has just drunk was an extremely powerful aphrodisiac.

"EZIO!" 'Mio Dio, please don't be dead.' Leonardo burst into his bathroom, heart pounding, breathing heavily. His fear had not been realized as he noticed that Ezio was not face down in two feet of water, but he soon went pale as all of his blood left his face and travelled south. For a second time, Leonardo found himself graced enough to see Ezio naked, but this time in a very different situation. Ezio had made it into the tub, though had managed to splash a fair amount of water all over the floor. As Ezio turned his head to face Leonardo, the artist could see that the aphrodisiac had taken effect. Ezio's face was a deep red, and he seemed to be breathing heavily, almost panting. The blood that had drained from Leonardo's face managed to circulated back to give his own cheeks a hearty glow.

"Leonardo…" Ezio voice was pure ecstasy. The need that Leonardo heard from the assassin excited him to no end and Leonardo knew that at this moment Ezio could be his. 'Ezio…cazzo what a perfect moment, but there's no way that I can take advantage of Ezio…not like this. Dammit Ezio, why must you be so tempting?' Leonardo wanted more than anything to take Ezio right now. It was his wildest fantasy come true but the guilt he would eventually feel was not worth it. He couldn't bare the emotional trauma of Ezio's reaction were he to ever find out that he had raped him. Leonardo's erection throbbed painfully, begging to be touched. He knew that he was naked too and was grateful to have the towel to hide his shame.

"Hmm Leonardo, perfect timing…" Ezio picked himself up out of the tub, water dripping down his body and outlining his muscles and glistening features. Leonardo gulped. Ezio's own length was as solid as his own, no doubt a result from the caffè.

"Ezio, mi dispiace, I didn't mean to walk in on you…" Leonardo couldn't help but blush madly as the assassin seemed to slowly rise out of the tub and walk towards him, almost teasing the artist with his body.

"No worries Leonardo, you're just the person I wanted to see…"Ezio moved gracefully across the small room and placed a hand on Leonardo's cheek, running his fingers down the side of the painters face. Leonardo held back a soft moan. This was too much for him. Ezio just smirked. 'My body…is so hot. I can barely control myself. I'm sorry Leonardo. I need release so badly, something, anything. I hope you will forgive me…'

"Ahh..Ezio what are you doing?" Ezio had pulled Leonardo's towel away and embraced him tightly. Leonardo could feel the heat radiating off of Ezio's body as he squeezed him tighter, their erection's touching. Leonardo's mind blanked into bliss.

"Leonardo…I need you. Right here, right now. I'm sorry but I can't hold out any longer." Ezio was desperate for release and here was Leonardo, his slim yet sculpted body taunting him. All Ezio did was take and take from Leonardo, and now he would take the man for himself as well.

"E-Ezio, s-stop, your're not yourself…ahhh!" Leonardo's plea didn't stop the assassin. Ezio had already taken up Leonardo's neck, claiming him as his own. He sucked painfully with each kiss, leaving dark purple marks. Leonardo moaned loudly; he couldn't keep it trapped in his throat any longer. Leonardo tried to push Ezio away. He didn't want Ezio like this, he didn't want this moment to only be spurred by some drug and not from love, but Ezio was persistent and used one strong hand to pin Leonardo's arms above his head to the wall. Leonardo was helpless to resist.

'Again Leonardo I am sorry. I don't know why I feel so hot but the tightness in my chest…my heart…when I see you I can't help but attack you. Please endure this.' Ezio found himself with little control of his actions, his body doing everything it could to bring the pleasure he desired from Leonardo. His mind was so wrapped up in Leonardo's body, he didn't seem to notice how little the artist had begun to resist. Leonardo, despite his disapproval of the current situation, would not resist the attention that Ezio was giving him. When Ezio took up his lips in a passionate kiss and forced his tongue into Leonardo's mouth, the artist complied and kissed back with equalled passion. If his hands weren't pinned he would have liked to have caressed the beautiful body that had danced out of his reach for so many years. Leonardo would gladly give himself to Ezio but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun too.

Another deep kiss and Ezio began to explore the older man's mouth, feeling the other's tongue with his own and tracing along the roof of his cave. It made Leonardo shudder and cry out. Ezio's manhood throbbed painfully, reminding him of his own need. Slowly at first, Ezio began to thrust against Leonardo, erections connecting each time. He gave Leonardo back the use of his hands, which Leonardo immediately used to hold Ezio closer, to feel his warmth. He felt like he could never release Ezio, he wanted him forever. No one else could have his heart.

Ezio placed one powerful hand in the small of Leonardo's back, pushing his hips forward, while the other hand grabbed both lengths and stroked them in the rhythm of each thrust forward. Leonardo moaned softly with each push, and Ezio too could no longer hide his voice.

Ezio was close already. No one person had invoked so much into him that he would be the one to come first. His thrusts became rushed and Leonardo could feel Ezio's struggle to release. He pushed back and rocked with Ezio, each thrusting up into the other. Leonardo claimed Ezio's lips in one last romantic kiss before he too felt himself reach his climax.

"Nnnn…h!" Ezio cried out and gasped, spreading white hot passion over Leonardo's stomach. "E-EZIO!" Leonardo quickly came afterwards, the loud moan pushing him past the point of no return, cumming into Ezio hand. The pair collapsed against the wall, no longer having the strength to stand. Ezio's body lay on top of Leonardo, large and sweaty but somehow light and still smelling sweetly. Ezio wanted nothing more than to pass out and fall into a deep rewarding sleep, but his body felt it needed to do one more thing. Taking one of Leonardo's long and delicate fingers, he scooped up a bit of Leonardo's cum, looked him straight in the eye and licked it clean.

"Grazie Leonardo. You taste amazing." With that, the assassin fell upon Leonardo's chest and quickly drifted off. Leonardo, heart fluttering, was still taking in what had just happened, but he thought that, at least for now, he should rest, and wrapped his arms around his temporary prize and held him tight.

I'm sorry if this wasn't smutty enough for some readers. I'll work on writing better sex scenes for the next big one. Expect another chapter in another week. - Author