A/N: Suggested (or really hinted at) by DreamerAngel17. What happens next chapter? Dunno-you tell me. Also, I've taken my inspiration for this Lezio relationship from ancient Greek soldiers, who, besides often being lovers, were often best friends. These lovers were who the soldiers went to for companionship, even though for a good part of every year, they had access to their wives (the war season was only six months long, at best). These were the people they went to when they wanted good sex and good conversation. Except, no one was telling them not to sodomize. XD On a slightly more hilarious note, if a Greek man raped a woman, the man responsible for her had the right to rape the criminal back with a radish or another vegetable. In my classics class, someone asked about artichokes. The look of horror on my teacher's face was priceless. Tell me funny anecdotes in your comments!

Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed.

Fever
The Rubicon

Leonardo thought that Ezio must have learned his physical skills from experience with all the women he had pleased over the years, but he was without much tact. He wanted and he joked and he caught Leonardo off-guard repeatedly, but he did not waste time on romantic foolishness that he might otherwise use on a woman. Had Leonardo felt emasculated by being pressed so intimately against a desk, he was glad that Ezio respected him enough to continue speaking to him as a fellow man.

Regrettably, this also excited him. Even in his dazed state, the part of his mind that was able to register physical contact did so with unsettling force. Even the tips of his hair felt alive, and when Ezio rolled a lock between his fingers, Leonardo would have sworn he felt the lightning of it slap him across the face. He wanted to get Ezio off of him, to go lie down rather than stand there doing such things that made Leonardo forget his integrity, but there was a strong urge to lie down with him should he succeed in his efforts.

And no matter how much Leonardo tried to get away, his movements were sluggish and weak, and Ezio stopped him every time. The words "Do I need to make you ready, my friend?" and the way they were said made his field of vision narrow until there was only Ezio's face. He held himself stiff and locked, and Ezio's grip on his arms was just short of having bruising pressure, but it was not dissatisfying. Leonardo liked the intensity. It was merely becoming a matter of controlling the situation.

"I... suppose..." he said, and relaxed a bit in Ezio's hold. The relaxation was short, however, for he did not see where Ezio's hand was sliding until it was much too late. The spark of feeling, which was neither of pleasure nor pain, removed Leonardo's daze. Somehow the candlestick fell off the desk and dipped the corner of the room in darkness.

"I'd say you're almost there. But you're so resistant." It was obvious to what Ezio was referring. Leonardo was feeling oppositional, though, and despite the throbbing that was beginning to build where Ezio stroked him (and the thought that Ezio was, in fact, stroking him, made the sensations all the more acute), he was determined to remain unhelpful unless Ezio did as he was asked.

He was surprised to find that his voice had dropped in tone when he said, "You have to make me ask for it." And Ezio was right there, his palm spread against the light dusting of hairs on Leonardo's chest, his grinning face close enough to kiss. Leonardo swallowed and looked away.

"How?" Ezio asked.

"You have to make me say your name."

"Well, that's easy." Ezio leaned back and in doing so pressed his pelvis against Leonardo's. Leonardo held his breath and almost bit off his tongue trying to avoid whimpering while he gripped the edge of the desk. He could feel Ezio's full erection pressing hot against his own growing one. "You've already said it."

"Not with pleasure," Leonardo choked.

"I knew you were always one for mischief. So I have to make you say my name with pleasure? That shouldn't be too difficult. I'll start right now. Take off your shirt." To accompany this demand, he gripped Leonardo's hips and forced a light grind. Leonardo felt himself begin to pant. If he wasn't careful, he could lose control, of both himself and the situation. The urge to accept and increase the friction was almost overwhelming.

"But," he said, his fingers shaking where they touched Ezio's arm, "I am an unwilling participant." This was some demon of self-hatred come to say these words for him—it must have been.

"Yes, but shirts get in the way," Ezio said, and traced the thin line of hair just below Leonardo's navel. He spread his palm out and dragged it up Leonardo's center line to take hold of his neck. Leonardo stiffened and swallowed again. "I mean, look. Now, if I wanted to take my arm back, I would have to go all the way back down. Shirts make everything more difficult."

"How terrible for you," Leonardo said. Ezio moved his hand to his nape and began to massage there. It felt good, so Leonardo hummed his appreciation of it. "I thought you liked things rough anyway." He gave Ezio a pointed look. Ezio paused and carefully removed his arm, then stepped away from Leonardo so that he stood in the center of the workshop. Leonardo took a moment to look at the sizable bulge in the pants Ezio was wearing before he rolled his shoulders and went toward the hallway.

He leaned against the wall there and looked at Ezio again. "Maybe not," he said. He was pleased with his ability to stay so calm, and the way Ezio was looking at him, with interest and curiosity as well as restraint and caution, made him realize how much control he really had. Perhaps it was time to take a tip from some of his models and amplify the sensuality of his movements and positions. "As an assassin, I thought you'd like everything rough and hard." He smiled when Ezio turned toward him. "Rough treatment, rough touch, rough everything." He put his hand on the edge where the walls of the hallway and the workshop met, shielding his body from Ezio's view and creeping toward him at the same time. "But you have a weakness, my friend, and that weakness is that you like being pampered." Ezio crossed his arms and jutted out his jaw. "You like things smooth outside of your work. The only problem is, you don't know how to make things smooth."

Ezio said nothing.

"I do," Leonardo said. "It's my specialty."

Ezio took on a predatory look.

"So you're really going to have to make me say your name if you want any of that," Leonardo continued, pushing back against the wall and ignoring the fact that Ezio was stalking towards him. "Aren't you?"

He perhaps pushed a little too far, for Ezio's speed was something to behold, and Leonardo found himself pressed back once again with far more force than had been present against the desk. He expected something hot and rushed, but Ezio only hovered a few inches above him. His eyes were unreadable. Slowly, he ducked down and kissed Leonardo, then paused there, waiting.

"Oh," Leonardo said against Ezio's mouth, and Ezio took a shaking hand and cupped Leonardo's cheek with it. He wants me to lead. How cute.

So Leonardo did. While Ezio's kiss against the desk had been coaxing, dry, and hot, Leonardo's kiss assumed that the participants were along for the ride and therefore was unshakeable in its rhythm. Ezio fell easily into that rhythm without forcing his own upon it. His hands and pelvis, on the other hand, seemed to have minds of their own, and they all made it increasingly difficult for Leonardo to concentrate. One hand was in his hair, keeping him occupied with the kiss, while the other moved up and down under his shirt, over his body. It made his muscles tense and flex. Leonardo was proud he was able to keep his own hands in check, though they itched for some exploration of their own. Ezio flicked a thumb over one of Leonardo's nipples and Leonardo arched his back. Then that hand swiftly reached down to pull Leonardo forward so that once again, their erections could touch. They touched hard, making Leonardo gasp into the kiss, and Ezio's other hand left his hair and dug its way underneath the hem of Leonardo's pants. He broke away from the kiss to let Leonardo finally cry out his name.

As much of a silence as could be had reigned after that, because Leonardo gritted his teeth together in frustration that Ezio had outwitted him. Ezio was merely content to stroke his friend's face and cock with such intense lust in his eyes that Leonardo felt he might combust. But there was nothing he could do, because he had to admit that he could not plan strategy when his mind and body were so preoccupied and when he was facing someone who knew how to get what he wanted. Ezio had him pressed so completely against the wall that if either of them moved, it would only cause more friction.

Leonardo couldn't help the moan that came from the feeling of Ezio's hand between his legs, unhindered.

"Looks like I got you," Ezio said against Leonardo's neck. Leonardo could feel beads of sweat from Ezio's forehead come off onto his skin.

"Looks like"—here a gasp with a voice—"you did."

Ezio did something long and hot to Leonardo's throat with his mouth, and his hand pulled away from Leonardo's pants. Leonardo felt like he was going to die of heat. "I can... I can take off my shirt now," he said.

Ezio did not stop kissing the same spot for quite some time, and with every suck Leonardo felt more heat condense in his center, fueling the heat in his groin. When he finally stopped, it was to murmur, "I thought you wanted to keep it on," before moving to kiss just below Leonardo's collarbone. He had to stoop to do this, and it gave Leonardo room to arch and writhe and groan freely. "I did trick you, after all. You're entitled to keep it on."

"I want to. I want to take it off," Leonardo said. He was beginning to get frustrated. When had he lost himself? It must have been at that first kiss against the desk, when all his desires started to revolve around this man (and that is sinful, that is wrong), or when he'd lured him to this spot (they'll kill us), or when Ezio's hands went further and further downward (he promised).

He supposed it didn't matter anymore. "I don't want to play anymore," he managed to say.

Ezio drew back. His smile was heady and unfocused. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Leonardo put his full weight against the wall and hung his head forward. "You know," he said, and he couldn't keep the nasty tone out of his voice.

"Come on," Ezio said, crossing his arms. "What's the point of being friends if we can't play around?"

Laughter bubbled out of Leonardo's chest before he could stop it. Ezio looked at him and grinned. "Ezio, that's not what I mean, either," Leonardo said. He grabbed Ezio's hand. "I don't want to stop. Just no more teasing."

"Oh."

The two of them would spend a few good hours that night experimenting with ways to avoid sodomy. Because they were both far beyond feeling awkward at that point, they laughed and joked with each other into the small hours of the morning. Leonardo only paused before going to sleep to check to make sure Ezio's bandages were still in place.