A/N:Here it is!
Summary: "How long do you intend to chase after him?" Volpe insinuated. "Naturally...until I catch him." Cesare scoffed.
"And if you capture him...then what?" He leered. Cesare smirked at the retainer's foolishness, "I'll tie him up. Like livestock. And if he tries to run away again, I will chop off his hands and feet."
Pairing: Cesare x Chiaro
Chapter 2:
"You should have killed me…" Floated the child soul of Cesare, forlorn he caressed the delicate cheek of an unconscious Chiaro.
Chiaro laid sprawled, limbs on the large bed but a doll in comparison, and left arm stretched across his abdomen. He groaned at the light contact, his body ached with undeniable soreness that had befallen him from the constant travel and lack of a proper resting place.
The carved doors creaked and the spirit vanished into the moonlight. Chiaro felt the bed tremble slightly with new weight added upon it, sluggishly trailing his gaze up, worn eyes locked with piercing hues. Chiaro flinching retracted the sole arm to his side as he cautiously propped himself to a weak stand.
"I don't advise moving so quickly, after the journey you are in need of rest."
"Why am I here." Chiaro pondered, eyes half-lidded, when the Borgia fiddled with the palm of his own hands distastefully. The room bringing forth a wave of nostalgia, likely inside of the papal residence.
"Don't tell me you forgot? Rather soon." Cesare feigned the innocent-just as he always did. Of course, Chiaro did not know what to make of him, what with golden hues replacing amethyst, determining the character of his old comrade in arms would be no easy feat-it never was.
"Naldi certainly is enjoying his new post. But, sadly for you Chiaro, your punishment extends to a much needed sequestration." He mused.
"Seclusion…?" Chiaro ventured mind still groggy, he had expected far worse from the results of his previous torture.
Cesare stocked forward predatory, eyes lit with some unknown force, and right hand itching to manifest from their dissonance.
"I was elaborating whether I should have gone with tying you up or, immobilizing you forever. Though, after some encouragement...I find this enough castigate. Surely this will be plenty a lesson for you."
Cesare sensed a familiar sensation take a hold, smirk present, he observed as Chiaro's face contend to that of confusion. Was it in fact possible? To abstain a single man from nature itself? From interaction? Humans relied heavily on the universal truth, could it be easily stripped away? Cesare would make certain of that. Under the large curtains of the bed canopy Cesare watched as the embers of the lantern flickered, and fade into the air. He finally chose to break the silence,
"I won't have you have you leave me again...Never again." Chiaro had come to terms with the drastic reality, that Cesare was very broken...and that he was the sole cause of it. He couldn't quite place how their friendship became like this nor what events were to blame. As Cesare pulled Chiaro to him a deep longing dislodged itself from the confines of the Borgia's steely heart. Cesare became inebriated with Chiaro's warm seeping through him, the inner demons soon became docile and slumbered on, the evenly paired men curled against one another. Being Cesare, the Borgia refused to depart from a struggling Chiaro, as such night eventually overlapped with day.
Chiaro woke to an empty bed and light that protruded past the Castle corridor's stained framework, he turned to his side letting his feet hang from the bed ledge.
Fully aware, Chiaro recalled scattering happenings, the defeat, the surrender, and his own compliant submission. He moved toward the window ledge, somehow he felt some peace looking at the servants scurrying in the courtyard to make days end. He paused, gaze stuck on massive tree- too far to jump and certainly not enough coverage for an escape. He constantly chided Cesare for not transferring to a room much closer to the main entrance, and he did; only instead of moving nearer he chose the room in the farthest corner of the estate. As if the Borgia would listen to him now. Escaping would never be an option: every single furnishing was under padlock.
Limping towards the door and opening it to a meager he found a guard planted at its side, the busty man held his brows knitted together with a jittering staff in his hands.
"So…"
After the haphazard discussion of the struggles of a soldier and silent pleads-particularly from the said soldier-the duo were caught.
"What do you think you're doing." Cesare glared daggers at the useless guard who had overstepped his boundaries, he took the liberty of wrapping an arm around the provoking blonde. Tightening his hold on Chiaro, Cesare vehemenously spat:
"Your orders were to not converse with him at all." The man trembled in his boots, then at the pale flick of the Borgia's wrist, two guards are instantly at his side; one hauled the pleading man elsewhere as another more stoic man took his place.
Cesare pushed the assassin back to the room's threshold. Inside Cesare leered at Chiaro's distressed clothing a sign of his awakening from slumber. He himself ordained pristine white court robes, a spotless tunic embroidered in gold linen embroidered with the Borgia crest. Cesare paced the window furiously, his angel, his heart's desire, and first friend: the infatuation that dominated the safe sliver of his mind. He knew deep down that Chiaro needed to be punished, but could he really do such? The demons purred at the very idea of punishing the blonde they yearned to feel as he did-to see the other weak and vulnerable as he once was.
"Chiaro, what did you think you were doing?" Cesare raised a brow ominously.
Chiaro gulped, while the facts were held against him, and that he was aware of the risks with speaking with the fellow, there was no reason to punish the poor man! Especially when he was at fault. Biting his lips he knew from Cesare's semblance that the Borgia was livid, presuming the odds of distracting the noble Chiaro resorted to one of his harebrained schemes or as he liked to call it: plan b.
"Well you were busy and there's nothing to do…" he grumbled giving the best implored look he could muster. Cesare pivoted forward to straighten himself and oblivious to the feeble bargaining of Chiaro. Just how much would he be able take from the assassin, he prodded a slim digit at his flustered temple.
"Do you understand why I am mad?"
"I spoke to someone." Chiaro blurted and resisted a grin. Cesare nodded, however there was much more to his distress. If only Chiaro would use his mouth for better things...he sighs.
"Exactly. You're not supposed to at all. Unless you would like to join Volpe in the dungeons…" Cesare continued perfectly aware of his extortion. All the while he would favor no harm to come to pass the assassin. But, that very much depended on Chiaro's prized obedience.
What must I do to get you to look only at me! Cesare groaned as he reallocated to the edge of mattress. Hands pressed together Cesare hid behind dark flowing hair. Chiaro stared at the hunched figure equally disappointed-not at Cesare but himself. After fleeing from the Borgia's grasps Chiaro swore to remove the demonic minions and to prevent anymore grief on his behalf. Nevertheless doing the impossible would be abandoning his very nature.
He stationed his arm on Cesare's shoulder praying that the simple gesture was comforting to him. "I'm sorry Cesare...I-"
"So? What is your answer?"
"N-no. I prefer the room." Cesare listened, not turning back, and instead moving to Chiaro's side.
Chiaro jumped at the dawning sight of Cesare closing in, too close for comfort, only to find Cesare stalked forward into his open lap.
"Just let me stay like this."
Chiaro watched mouth agape as Cesare murmured drowsily. He was able. Not drunk. He had a high tolerance for alcohol arguably and wondered why such an idea occurred to him, as Cesare very much enjoyed his liquor.
Unless...the court had once again began its toll on him. Chiaro sighed Cesare was overworking himself again, unconsciously threading his fingers in Cesare's dark tresses. Stroking in a repetitive pattern back and forth, back and forth, just as Lucrezia had once done for him. He paused in his movements blinking twice, finally aware of his situation as his face became a new shade. In his lap, resting, was his best friend, enemy, and benefactor. He contemplated whether their current positions were appropriate, surely this had happened on numerous occasions with sweet Lucrezia, so the heartwarming feeling was indescribable.
Cesare's just tired. Without a doubt. Tired. Chiaro unable to stifle a yawn glanced the sunset feeling his own eyes flutter shut.
Chapter 2: End
neko1998: Thank you for your interest and I do have plenty of stories up my sleeve! I plan to take this story up to 40 chapters! So stay tuned!