Edera Velenosa

Ch. 3 A Touch of Honor

Saiyuki Gaiden AU

10K/MA

Firenze (Florence), September 8, 1504

"Now explain to me how the Church condemns sodomy, but Michelangelo gets away with creating this?" Kallai groused a long fingered hand flipping idly at the towering nude sculpture above them. "He's not even half the man I am for Christ's sake!"

Tancredo moved a half step closer until their shoulders and hips brushed, wool and leather sliding against each other in a gentle reminder of their earlier exploits at the Davanzati Inn. His voice steady as he casually brushed the back of his hand across Kallai's crotch, the ghost of a smile playing with his luscious lips as he continued.

"Really Kallai, David is supposed to be the masterpiece of the century you know. We were lucky to get an invitation to the unveiling ceremony even if he is a bit…" Tancredo tipped his head in contemplation, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he turned back towards the other and smiled sweetly, "…humble."

Kallai snorted at the description, "Sal just didn't want to travel all the way to Firenze, that's all." he grumbled, throat a little flushed when Tan repeated his earlier brush, this time with a hint of nails along the wine colored velveteen britches he wore.

"Bastard," he groaned under his breath and struggled not to thrust into the light cupping.

Tancredo laughed at his friend, slinging a long arm over his padded leather jerkin, slender fingers slipping along the exposed olive collar bones, teasing in their fleeting touches and scrapes of blunt nails. He turned them from the statue with practiced ease and aimed in the general direction of the Museo de Palazzo Davanzati and their inn. Grinning smugly he stepping in even closer and ground their hips together, eliciting a heady moan from his partner that made his breath hitch and stomach clench. The action masked by an abrupt stop, the press of the crowd around forcing them even closer, not that either minded, of course.

The Palazzo della Signoria was bursting with people, most in a rich array of fine velvets, leathers, lace, and silks, but there were the more humble, subdued linens marking the common class and priests as well along the alleys and avenues leading away from the new sculpture. It was towards these that he pushed and prodded their way through the jostling crowds. Once onto Via dei Calzaioli they headed north for a several minutes and then took a left onto Via degli Speziali where the light toffee colored stone of the surrounding houses glowed in the evening lamp lights, the fires twinkling off of stained glass sporting images of the crown and the cross for all to see and marvel at.

Amber and wine and emerald fields burgeoning with flowers in every imaginable color flowed around them, candle light dancing behind their cool autumn glass. Being so close to several museums and villas they'd no shortage of gilded tower vaults spearing into the brilliant sapphire sky or rambling marble staircases leading to Christ or court. Kallai had to admit, he wasn't the scholar Tancredo was, but he could understand the draw of the city, especially the decorative artwork every where. Personally though, he was rather pleased to see his lover turn into the quieter Piazza Santa Trinita, with its church by the same name. The festivities hadn't reached this quarter and the few shops that were still open only had a sprinkling of patrons drinking cafés and aperitifs and snacking on panzanella and what looked to be spinach-cheese tarts.

He thought they would be heading to one of these small cafes, but Tan pulled him into the church. Inclining his head, and Kallai's by association, as the pale hand was wrapped around the base of his skull, towards the lone priest on duty in the anti-chamber before pushing him towards the Bartolini-Salimbeni Chapel in the back. The room was a glow in small votive candles, their lights flicking as they passed, a few were dark in their red glass holders, and a few more snuffed out as they passed by quickly, moving farther into the circular alcove. Passed the Life of the Virgin and finally stopped in front of the Expulsion of Joachim.

It took Kallai a few moments to realize where they were. Chuckling he flopped onto the closest pew and wiped away the tears prickling his eyes. "Well, it's not the same, but close…very close, Tan."

Tancredo smiled slyly and sat down beside him on the rough hewn wooden bench, the warmth from their bodies dispelling the chill air. "I try to please and though the Saint in question is not the same as your biblical reference, it is close enough for the lay person, is it not?"

Kallai slid over until his back was pressed against the hard arm rest and, after a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure they were alone, placed his right foot firmly on the pew, knee up and leg falling against the high back. Reaching out he drew Tancredo between his legs, a sultry smile on his lips and evil glimmer in his ruddy eyes. "You aim to please, huh?"

Tancredo affected a most innocent shocked expression, but his breath was starting to turn ragged and hurried as he slid his hands along Kallai's thighs, using them to lever himself up until he could rest against the broad chest and wrap his arms around his lover's neck, smiling coyly as he breathed against Kallai's lips, a sigh escaping his as gravity ground their hips together, the spike of fire and lust arching along their nerves until they were trembling from the sensation.

"God you're gorgeous," Kallai whispered running his hands through long silky strands of coffee colored hair. Wrapping the lengths around his fingers he jerked Tan forward into a scorching kiss that flared the smoldering desire he'd banked down during their more normal daily activities.

Smooth lips fused together, sharing breath, the tingling aftertaste of smoke and wine from dinner dancing along their tongues as they slid and writhed together, strangled gasps and pleasurable moans falling softly in the hush of the chapel alcove. He wanted nothing more than to feel the smooth lines of skin over hard muscles rippling under his fingers, of the excruciatingly tight heat of his lover's mouth and body sucking him in deeper. Groaning Kallai slid a hand down Tancredo's spine, along the hard line of his belt and over the soft swell of his ass. Pulling gently he murmured his desire against Tan's mouth.

"I want you, right here, before God and all these saints…" Tan mewled softly as sharp teeth nipped along his jaw, "I want to watch you ride me. To watch as I disappear into you over and over again."

Tancredo sucked in a sharp breath, his back arching as he was pilled forward onto Kallai's lap, the lacings of his pants too tight suddenly. Thank God Kallai was currently undoing them for him.

Sitting up he pulled Tancredo against his chest, his teeth fastened on a fleshy earlobe and growled softly as the lacings were snapped and the flap pushed out of the way, "I want to fuck you, Tan. Right here, right now. Gods, please let me."

Glassy eyed Tan leaned down and licked along Kallai's jaw, trailing over his throat and collarbones as he turned away from the hot line of the rough tongue. Kallai moaned as Tancredo shifted his hips and allowed Kallai to slide the soft suede material off his hips to his knees; just enough so he was still able to crawl back on top of Kallai's lap. Kallai hissed at the contact, scrambling to at least pull himself free before the warm skin slid against his and made thinking impossible. If they weren't going to hell before, the certainly were now, and he was damn sure going to make it count!

"Tan, love, where's?" he tried to think, they couldn't do this straight, and he'd be damned if he hurt the beautiful man above him.

Reaching over Kallai's shoulder Tan stretched forward, fingers fumbling for the small bowl of holy oil sitting on the alcove alter beside them. Of course this gave Kallai the perfect angle to wrap his lips around the angry purple head of Tancredo's weeping member and after swirling his tongue around the tip, lightly suck it into his mouth, teeth scraping along the underside when Tan jerked surprised.

Holding onto Tan's hips, his fingers leaving small nail impressions on the unmarred skin he sucked him off lightly for a moment more before the brunette curled his fingers into his short, spiky black-red hair and groaning out Kallai's name pressed his oil slickened fingers in against the tight ring of muscles, biting almost clear through his bottom lip as he prepared himself as quickly as possible.

Watching as those long pale fingers disappeared over and over, the slight rise and fall of Tan's hips in his arms, the smell of them starting to meld with the incense and sulfur from the candles, the wax pulling in the ruby votives, Kallai had to hold himself back from thrusting into that tight heat until uttering a shaky sigh, Tancredo pulled out and, eyes hooded and darkened with passion, sunk down onto the hard length of him. The sight of his shaft sinking into the man almost made him cum and while he knew as wound up as they both were that it would take much, he desperately wanted to hear his lover's voice as they did.

Rocking his hips he shuddered as he was pulled even farther in, the velveteen walls clamping around him adoringly as Tan used his hands and knees to ride him hard, mewling when cool hands met hot peaked flesh and twisted lightly, the slow burn coiling itself tightly around his insides when Tan threw back his head, the light sheen f sweat dampening the dark hair to an almost inky black in the candle lit alcove. He pumped the ridged flesh hard and fast, timing his thrusts to match, knowing it would be long now.

His name, gasped from parted lips as rippling walls clamped around him inhumanly tight had his nerves exploding with a ferocity that shook him. He raked his nails down Tancredo's back, marring the perfect creaminess with angry red lines, paralleling the ones on his own chest for their earlier liaison, but he didn't care, neither of them cared. At that moment all he wanted was to mark the man inside and out as his. The possessive mindset spurred him to pull the man against him and bite down on his neck fiercely, marking him for all to see.

"Ah!!" Tan cried out his voice no longer quiet. The clatter of candelabras being dropped had both of them stuffing themselves back in their trousers and roughly smoothing their shirts and hair into some semblance of order as a rather ruffled priest came hurrying into the room.

Hopping up and down in a vain attempt to keep his pants up now that their laces were ripped Tancredo smiled sheepishly at the older man, Kallai's arm wrapped around his shoulder protectively.

"So sorry Father, my friend seems to have twisted his ankle on the pew, could we use your washroom for a moment to wrap it?" Kallai asked innocently.

Tancredo fought to not laugh at the skeptical way the priest eyed them up and down before leading them to the small washroom where they were able to clean up and enjoy a lingering kiss before wrapping Tancredo's ankle and obligingly hobbling out onto the street. Giggling like school children they made their way home under a curtain of sparkling stars and the gentle sighs of the evening breeze.