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Leonardo's was warm and dark when Ezio entered, a piece of the Codex clutched in his fist. Leonardo was busy at his easel and did not look back at his visitor. He was often like this, distracted as he drew and painted. Ezio came to a stop in the middle of the room and leaned against the table there, watching his friend work, completely absorbed in his painting. His usual red beret lay discarded on the floor and his hair was in disarray, as if it had been pushed back several times. Sweat was beading on Leonardo's brow, but he took no notice of it and kept painting feverishly. Ezio smiled and shook his head. He silently padded up to where Leonardo stood and leaned in. When Leo looked down again at his paints, Ezio kissed him swiftly at the base of the neck. Leo whirled around, his brush held out in front of him as if it were a weapon. Upon seeing it was only Ezio, he relaxed and smiled mischievously at Ezio.

"So is that what you came here for?" he asked, feigning anger and turning his back on Ezio once more. "To startle me into ruining my painting?"

"It looks…good," Ezio said, taking a look at the easel for the first time. The work was half-finished, but it clearly depicted a man, lying spread-eagle in the center of a circle. The arms and legs were finished, and the torso almost done, but nothing else. Ezio smiled roguishly at Leonardo. "What is it?"

"Oh, you know very well what it is, Ezio," Leonardo said, swooping over to his workbench and finding the Codex page Ezio had left there. He unrolled it and studied it closely, while Ezio studied him. His back was arched, the ridges of his vertebra showed. How Ezio wanted to run his fingers down them, feel the smooth skin of Leonardo's back against his rough hands. He would send his fingers all over Leo's body, and Leo's head would loll back onto Ezio's shoulder, exposing his neck to that Ezio could kiss it. In turn, Leonardo would kiss Ezio back, his mouth starting on Ezio's neck, then lowering to nibble his collarbone as he eased Ezio's shirt open. Leonardo's mouth would descend and make delicious trails across Ezio's body, desire pooling in his groin like hot water.

As it was, Ezio had not dared to touch Leonardo, although his erection strained at his pants. He could bear it no longer, and he reached out to touch Leonardo, first his exquisite shoulder, then dropping to follow the lines of his back down to his hips. Leonardo let a small sigh escape his lips and turned to face Ezio, accepting Ezio's hips between his legs in a show of intimacy. Ezio reached up to cup Leo's face in his scarred, calloused hand. Leonardo's eyes slipped closed as he turned his face into Ezio's hand, taking it in both of his and kissing his palm. He looked up with soft, questioning eyes, then raised his head.

Ezio's lips met Leo's in a harsh burst of breath and desire. Ezio's hands went to Leo's back and held him to his chest, their lips hot and hungry. Desire throbbed at his groin, the discomfort of his trousers was more than Ezio could bear. He impatiently undid them and threw them aside. Then came his assassin hood and his shirt and all of his weapons, making a dull, clanking thud as they hit the floor. He began working at Leo's trousers, only to find that they were already halfway undone. He ripped them off in his passion. Ezio pulled away to look into Leonardo's eyes before turning him around and bending him over the workbench.

Description
Leonardo's was warm and dark when Ezio entered, a piece of the Codex clutched in his fist. Leonardo was busy at his easel and did not look back at his visitor. He was often like this, distracted as he drew and painted. Ezio came to a stop in the middle of the room and leaned against the table there, watching his friend work, completely absorbed in his painting. His usual red beret lay discarded on the floor and his hair was in disarray, as if it had been pushed back several times. Sweat was beading on Leonardo's brow, but he took no notice of it and kept painting feverishly. Ezio smiled and shook his head. He silently padded up to where Leonardo stood and leaned in. When Leo looked down again at his paints, Ezio kissed him swiftly at the base of the neck. Leo whirled around, his brush held out in front of him as if it were a weapon. Upon seeing it was only Ezio, he relaxed and smiled mischievously at Ezio.

"So is that what you came here for?" he asked, feigning anger and turning his back on Ezio once more. "To startle me into ruining my painting?"

"It looks…good," Ezio said, taking a look at the easel for the first time. The work was half-finished, but it clearly depicted a man, lying spread-eagle in the center of a circle. The arms and legs were finished, and the torso almost done, but nothing else. Ezio smiled roguishly at Leonardo. "What is it?"

"Oh, you know very well what it is, Ezio," Leonardo said, swooping over to his workbench and finding the Codex page Ezio had left there. He unrolled it and studied it closely, while Ezio studied him. His back was arched, the ridges of his vertebra showed. How Ezio wanted to run his fingers down them, feel the smooth skin of Leonardo's back against his rough hands. He would send his fingers all over Leo's body, and Leo's head would loll back onto Ezio's shoulder, exposing his neck to that Ezio could kiss it. In turn, Leonardo would kiss Ezio back, his mouth starting on Ezio's neck, then lowering to nibble his collarbone as he eased Ezio's shirt open. Leonardo's mouth would descend and make delicious trails across Ezio's body, desire pooling in his groin like hot water.

As it was, Ezio had not dared to touch Leonardo, although his erection strained at his pants. He could bear it no longer, and he reached out to touch Leonardo, first his exquisite shoulder, then dropping to follow the lines of his back down to his hips. Leonardo let a small sigh escape his lips and turned to face Ezio, accepting Ezio's hips between his legs in a show of intimacy. Ezio reached up to cup Leo's face in his scarred, calloused hand. Leonardo's eyes slipped closed as he turned his face into Ezio's hand, taking it in both of his and kissing his palm. He looked up with soft, questioning eyes, then raised his head.

Ezio's lips met Leo's in a harsh burst of breath and desire. Ezio's hands went to Leo's back and held him to his chest, their lips hot and hungry. Desire throbbed at his groin, the discomfort of his trousers was more than Ezio could bear. He impatiently undid them and threw them aside. Then came his assassin hood and his shirt and all of his weapons, making a dull, clanking thud as they hit the floor. He began working at Leo's trousers, only to find that they were already halfway undone. He ripped them off in his passion. Ezio pulled away to look into Leonardo's eyes before turning him around and bending him over the workbench.