The assassin patted the space next to him, sitting up suddenly when he realised that he was alone in bed. He glanced out the window to guess the time, shielding his eyes from the surprising sun. It should not be that sunny so far into December. He rubbed his eyes, trying to focus them, pushing his shoulders forward to stretch his back out. A pleased moan escaped from him as he flopped his arms down onto the bed. He looked at the table next to his bed. There was a little piece of paper with 'Ezio' written on the front. He leant over to snatch it from the wooden top and read the back. It read:
'Ezio,
When you decide to wake up, I will be downstairs doing some work. I will prepare food when you come downstairs.
Leo x'
The dark haired man chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on the clothes from the day before. He slowly stood up and made his way downstairs. Leonardo was busy working on a painting and hadn't heard Ezio coming down the stairs. He was humming at every stroke he made.
As he dabbed the paint in a blob on the pallet, the assassin slipped his arms around the artist's waist, causing him to jump slightly. "Ezio, you scared me."
"Mmm, si. That was my aim. As well as to show my love," he smirked. The artist rolled his eyes and moves to dab paint onto the canvas.
"You are not going to ruin my work, are you? Have you even looked at the painting? You were asking about it last night." Ezio peered over his shoulder, jaw dropped slightly.
"Is that-.."
"Si. It is you. When you do you leap off buildings. Though, I do not feel it is as good as it could be. I had to do it from memory."
"It is very good, Leonardo." He placed a light kiss on the older man's neck. "You have captured the colour perfectly, the different shades and-"
"Oh, ha ha. You wouldn't know shading if it hit you in the face. You have just caught words from my rambling, haven't you? Thought you'd be clever and use them." Ezio gasped dramatically.
"Leonardo! I do not believe you would even suggest such a thing!" Leonardo rolled his eyes and continued to dab the paint onto the canvas. Ezio chuckled. "I do like it though," he pressed another kiss upon his neck. "A lot."
"You are going to try and get me to have sex with you, aren't you? It's not going to work, you know." Ezio hummed against his neck, sliding his arms further around his waist, resting on his stomach, just under his belly button. The artist shuffled slightly as the assassin pressed his groin into his lower back. Leonardo coughed slightly, trying to pretend this wasn't happening. But he knew he would give in eventually. This was a test of his integrity. How long could he deny the assassin what he wanted? And he could feel how much the assassin wanted it. Leonardo cleaned the paintbrush on a dirty cloth and dipped it in a different colour. Ezio grinned, knowing Leonardo wanted it. He accepted the challenge. Biting his lower lip slightly, he worked his way under Leo's paint covered shirt and to the laces of his trousers. Leonardo cleared his throat again to hide a slight whimper. The assassin smirked, his lips still kissing up Leonardo's neck. He gently pulled the laces away from each other, causing them to untie. He then moved his hands to pull loose the other crosses of the lace. He slid his fingertips down the blonde man's trousers. Leonardo dropped his paintbrush, allowing it to bounce on the floor, leaving orange drops of paint on the wooden planks. He calmly placed the paint pallet down next to the easel. He lifted a hand to Ezio's cheek, turning his head around to lay a soft kiss on Ezio's lips. The assassin smirked into the kiss. "Fine," the artist whispered. "You can get your way. On one condition."
"Si?" Ezio whispered against the older man's lips.
"You let me take the lead."