A.N - Thank you everyone for the reviews! Sorry this has taken me ages, i've been a busy bee recently haha. Hmm. Still unsure wherever I like the direction in this went. However, it should do the trick :) XOXO

It had been weeks since Ezio's last visit. Combined with both with the pain of heartache, Leonardo da Vinci had not been his usual perky self. His cheery disposition had been replaced by a sombre one, leaving his assistant, Salai, at a loss on how to cheer his master up.

It was a cheerful afternoon in the city of Venezia and to everyone's surprise; Leonardo da Vinci was seen walking down the streets, scrolls of paper in his hand. His red hat, which had been discarded for the past weeks, had been carefully placed on top of his head. Leonardo's bright blue eyes shone in the blaring sun and his cheery disposition seemed to have come back.

"Ah! Ciao signore! I haven't seen you in ages il mio amico!" The shopkeeper smiled brightly at Leonardo who looked around hurriedly before replying.

"Uh… Si Si. I have had a large amount of commissions and as of late have not been able to finish them. I need to buy –"

Leonardo became distracted suddenly, by a woman in the crowd who made it very obvious that she was staring at him.

"Signore? Do you need the usual inks and paint?"

The man waved his hand across the artist's face and was about to say something else, but drew back quickly when he realised Leonardo had already walked half way across the street.

The woman who was dressed in a tight fitting shirt, complete with boots and dirt marks all over her legs, beckoned Leonardo over with a slight grin on her face. Wisps of black hair had fallen out of her cap, and her eyes sparkled with knowledge as Leonardo sat down next to her on the bench.

"Leonardo."

Leonardo became nervous at the sound of her voice, aware of the fact that Rosa could and possibly have information about Ezio.

Leonardo spoke first, bracing himself for news of his assassin.

"Rosa. Mi Dispiace, I haven't been keeping up with my correspondence these last few weeks, but unfortunately, I have had a lot of commissi-" The artist was cut short by soft fingers against his lips.

Rosa chuckled softly and looked at the artist, fully aware of the power she held against Leonardo.

"It is okay Leonardo. I have not come because of your lack of correspondence! There is no point lying either il mio amico, for I know that you have been, well, heartbroken."

Rosa paused softly after saying the last word.

Leonardo gripped the edge of the bench carefully, and gave Rosa a half smile, to try and convince her that he was coping well. To justify himself, Leonardo spoke with confidence in his voice,

"I can assure you dear Rosa that I have been coping well. For this heartache that you have spoken of, I am not aware of it."

Rosa reached down to cup Leonardo's hands at his words, and opened her mouth.

"I know how to spot a liar Leonardo. It is not working on me." She stopped Leonardo from talking again, with her fingers to soft lips, and spoke calmly.

"Antonia received word yesterday that you're amante is due in Venezia by tomorrow. I have also heard…"

She stopped suddenly, wondering wherever to continue the sentence.

Leonardo didn't pressure her and instead converted his attention to the birds in the cages over at the market stand. The conversation was not one that Leonardo wanted to fully avert his attention too anyway. He didn't want to think of what Ezio was doing at all.

Instead, he focused on the birds, wishing that he was back at his workshop, and painting. They were very beautiful these birds, he thought. Distracted by the way their beaks twitched at any smell of food, Leonardo had momentarily forgotten where he was.

"Leonardo da Vinci. Am I talking to myself?" Rosa shoved Leonardo forcefully, trying to wake the artist up from day dreaming.

"Mi Dispiace Rosa, I-"Leonardo was lost again, and Rosa scrambled to her feet. She grabbed the artist by both hands and pulled him up.

"I will walk you back." She sighed, noting defeat.

"Grazie Rosa. Again mi dispiace."

Rosa sighed and looked at the artist and spoke plainly.

"Ezio has come back to try and talk to you, Leonardo. I have heard from Antonio that you and he have some unfinished business?"

She chuckled at this, knowing full well what "business" Ezio was referring too.

Leonardo stared at Rosa, anxiety building up inside of him. Ezio wanted to talk to him? Now? After all this time?

"Idiota! I'm talking to myself again aren't i?"

"No… Rosa. Thank you for this uh… information."

Rosa smiled and said softly,

"Glad to be of service Leonardo."

With those last words, Rosa bid farewell to Leonardo who was left standing outside his workshop, anxious and excited.

Rosa hurried along the rooftops of Venezia, searching for her target. She cursed loudly as her leg gave in beneath her, and settled to rest in a roof garden. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to regain her breath.

Something heavy dropped beside her and said softly in a thick italian drawl,

"We weren't meant to be meeting here."

Rosa kept her eyes closed and sighed softly, her leg causing her to wince in pain.

"This is the last time I do a favour for you Ezio. You stronzo! My leg..."

Ezio ripped off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around Rosa's leg, applying pressure to the cut.

"Did you tell him?" Ezio asked softly, Rosa noting the fear in his voice. She sighed heavily, and placed a hand on Ezio's.

"Yes. You are to "arrive" tomorrow."

"So… how is he?"

"He is well I think."

"Is he angry? I cannot talk to him if he is angry with me."

Rosa scoffed at Ezio's tone of voice and smiled lightly.

"He seemed... anxious."

"Rosa... I"

Rosa dismissed Ezio and said clearly,

"According to Antonio, you broke his heart."

Ezio replied defensively all too aware that his ego was at stake here. "It was not like that. I thought it was clear that we were both doing each other a favour."

Ezio looked down at the ground suddenly and said,

"Rosa, he is all I can think about suddenly. I just… need to clear things up with him before I can go about my business."

Rosa nodded softly and clutched Ezio's hand tightly.

"Come Ezio. We can discuss this later… and your plan of action. It looks like you need to help me again. Stronzo."

Ezio chuckled softly and helped Rosa up and out to the streets, all the while thinking about how Leonardo would accept his apology.

Leonardo had been on the edge nearly all morning. He wasn't even sure if Ezio would even come and visit him. Perhaps, Ezio had turned cold and would not think that Leonardo deserved an apology. And if he didn't appear, then Leonardo's plan would go to waste. He splashed some cold water on his face to calm himself and perched himself up on his window sill, looking out on the view of the streets. His mind got distracted again as he imagined himself painting in the middle of the street, his mind focused on the strangers as they went about their daily activities.

Salai, who was gathering up paintbrushes and washing them in the sink, had barely even registered the knock on the door. He sighed as he turned around, and heard the impatient knocks of someone. Three times the person knocked before Salai hurriedly opened the door.

"….Leonardo?"

"My master is in disposed. Who are you?"

Salai looked at the stranger, and gave him a curious look.

"I am… here on business."

"Really? You look different that Leonardo's usual clients... "

Salai shifted the door open more, to gain a better look at this strange intruder.

"Si. I am a commissioner of Leonardo. May I speak to him? It is urgent."

Salai sighed realising this man, whoever he was, was not going to go away.

"Fine. I will get him."

"Master! There is a very strange man at the door!"

Leonardo was disrupted from his day dream and looked up at Salai, who was grinning at him madly.

"Salai? Who is this man? I am not open for business today."

"I told him that master, but he would not listen. He is… stubborn."

Salai shrugged and continued,

"He is wearing white sir, and he has his hair tied back with a red ribbon."

Salai was cut short of his sentence and barely registered Leonardo pushing his assistant out of the window.

"Salai. Go. Now. Here are 50 florins for your day's work. Come tomorrow."

"…Who is this man sir?"

"NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS! Go! GO!"

Leonardo opened the window to let Salai out and closed it hurriedly, his heart racing. He looked worriedly out of his window in concern for Salai, but knew that he would be able to safely, make his way home.

Leonardo looked at himself in the mirror a few times, before closing his eyes briefly.

The sudden realisation had hit him.

Ezio had infact come back.

And he was…

"Merda! He is downstairs!"

"Leonardo."

Leonardo froze to his spot, and looked anywhere but the mirror. Leonardo felt his face flush at the mere sound of Ezio's voice. He did not turn round however, but instead walked over to his paintings, and began sorting them. Thank goodness he had some paintings upstairs; otherwise Leonardo would be at loss at what to do.

"Leonardo." Ezio repeated his name again, and Leonardo did not trust himself to turn around. If his plan was going to work, Leonardo needed to discipline himself.

"Leonardo!" Leonardo grinned slightly at the impatience tone of Ezio's voice. The Auditorie were known to be impatient and Ezio was a shining example.

Leonardo still did not turn round and spoke calmly, his voice trying not to give anything away.

"Ezio. Back in Venezia I see?"

Ezio was caught off guard by this question, as he assumed that the answer was painfully obvious.

"Uh… Si. I am back. Today in fact."

"Good."

Ezio sighed at Leonardo's tone and walked to the artist. He grabbed Leonardo's arm but found himself being pulled away softly. Leonardo walked over to the window sill and stayed there, his back still against Ezio's.

Ezio stared at the artist's back, completely and utterly confused by the artist's behaviour. If anything, Ezio should have expected it. After all, he was the one who took the coward's way out and left Leonardo. Ezio sighed and knew that he would be the one who would have to speak first.

He hated this bit.

The only person he ever apologised to in his life was in fact, Cristina. And that was different, because he wouldn't have got sex otherwise. But this was different. This was one of the reasons why Ezio never bothered to be part of a relationship, preferring meaningless sex. The courtesans were perfect for Ezio. They did not care if Ezio had to go away, nor did they care if they didn't get his attention. But, as Ezio was beginning to realise, Leonardo was going to make this difficult.

"Leonardo. We need to talk."

"We do not, il mio amico."

Leonardo surprised himself as he spoke those last words, the harshness of his tone even shocked himself.

Ezio was unaware of this however it seemed, as he moved closer to the artist.

"Leonardo, Mi dispiace." Leonardo sighed and said nothing. He gripped the edge of his bed posts softly, trying to concentrate.

"Uh…" Ezio paused, unable to think of anything more to say. Ezio sighed, knowing that he was making a right fool of himself. Why couldn't Leonardo forgive him?

"I was… doing you a favour il mio amico. I know that you often get lonely here, and so… well. The way I see it…your needs were satisfied as well." Even as the words came out of his mouth, Ezio knew it was the wrong words to say. He was confirmed of this, when an angry Leonardo pushed Ezio up against the wall.

"MY NEEDS WEREN'T SATISFIED EZIO!"

Leonardo looked up at Ezio with angry eyes. The sparkling blue of his eyes had been replaced by a grey colour. Ezio whimpered slightly, Leonardo's grip on his arms too strong for Ezio's liking.

"Leonardo… You're hurting me."

Leonardo stared at Ezio in disbelief and let go of him. Leonardo shook with the anger and hurt he had felt for the past weeks.

"You think that you were helping me Ezio? I'll tell you what you were doing. You were making all my dreams come true, il mio amore."

Leonardo placed great emphasis on the word love, as if he was teasing Ezio.

Ezio opened his mouth to speak, but Leonardo shook his head.

"I have never felt so used in my life before Ezio. Until you came and took me, I was happily living my life in pure ignorance bliss. There were no consequences, there were just my dreams. And you come and…" Leonardo broke down suddenly, tears in his eyes.

A few minutes went past and nether of the men had spoke. Leonardo collected himself sharply, and spoke softly,

"Do you know what it feels like to be used Ezio? Imagine the person you love, you care deeply for, the person who you give everything for, and then they... break your heart."

Ezio stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He was unaware of the true feelings of the artist, and was about to make his excuses to leave when-

He felt warm lips press up against his, the kiss soft at first. Then the kiss turned passionate, the artist's tongue forming a game of tennis as their tongues wrestled each other, back and forth. Leonardo pulled away with bruised lips and looked up at Ezio, trailing a finger along his shirt collar.

"Perhaps, it is you who needs a lesson in pain."

Leonardo pushed Ezio down on the bed forcefully and hurried on top of the younger male, suddenly desperate to touch him. Ezio wanted to push Leonardo off him, but became entranced by Leonardo's dominant touch. Leonardo's hands flew to Ezio's trousers, and hurriedly discarded them, throwing them into a corner. His hands massaged the gentle skin softly, causing Ezio to let out a low moan.

Ezio knew that he should stop this. Ezio knew that he should try and reason with the artist, but damn did it feel good.

Leonardo moaned against Ezio's mouth when their tongues collided against each other's again, and the artist's hands quickly moved to pull the remaining items of clothing Ezio had on. Ezio watched as his armour scattered to the floor, his shirt ripped open and his boots tore off in one swift movement.

"Leonardo."

Leonardo didn't respond, and hoisted his legs over Ezio's body and sat on his waist. He admired his handiwork and stared down at the naked assassin. Ezio's body was a delicious sight to Leonardo. Ezio's hair had been clamped with sweat on his forehead, and his lips were wet and open slightly. Leonardo smiled softly as he felt Ezio stiffen underneath him. It gave Leonardo satisfaction to see Ezio like this, completely drawn by him.

"Shh Ezio."

"Leonardo…"

Ezio looked up at Leonardo with playful eyes but Leonardo had had enough of his charm. Leonardo grinned to himself slightly, realising that he, Leonardo, was in control of the whole situation. Leonardo rarely controlled anything, except for his work.

Leonardo hungrily kissed Ezio's lips and hit him playfully on the chest. Reaching behind Ezio's right arm, Leonardo grabbed something out of the drawer. With one swift movement, Ezio's arms were tied to the bed posts, Ezio squirming underneath.

Leonardo admired this sight and licked his lips softly. Perhaps now, Ezio would be taught a lesson.

The artist stood up, and began pacing the room back and forth. Ezio watched him with careful eyes, hardly able to concentrate.

Leonardo, the gentle soul… who need he had a dominant side?

"Leonardo I can't move."

"I am aware of that."

"Let me go."

"You think that you were doing me a favour. You knew of my desires, my passion for you and yet you choose to exploit this?"

"Leonardo… I did not mean for that to happen. I was looking for… well… a momentarily-"

A sharp slap across the side of Ezio's cheek stung Ezio into realisation. He gasped at the stinging sensation and squirmed on the bed. Leonardo's eyes drowned Ezio's in pure anger, and Ezio whimpered slightly, taken by Leonardo.

"I am not a temporary fix Ezio."

Ezio stayed silent, too aware of the control that Leonardo had. He chuckled, and thought of something to say. He couldn't help himself; the words had come out of his mouth before he could think.

"Are you going to punish me Leonardo?"

A cheeky grin was displayed on Ezio's face as he looked up at the artist, Ezio's brown eyes pouring onto blue ones with pure lust.

Ezio gasped softly as he felt long fingers caress the sides of his thighs, blood rushing towards his lower regions. Leonardo licked his fingers and pressed them up against Ezio's hardened organ, teasing him as he gently ran his finger underneath the vein.

Ezio's breath became sharp as he bit down on his lip hard, trying to think about anything other than what Leonardo was doing. Leonardo gripped Ezio's cock forcefully, causing the assassin to gasp sharply. The artist wasted no time in running his teasing hand up and down Ezio's shaft. He pinched the foreskin softly; fully aware of what he was doing to Ezio.

Ezio struggled to concentrate, his mind telling him that he needed to get out of this situation. This was not ideal. Leonardo was hurting. They were both confused. Ezio knew that his body was winning though, as he gasped for breath, all too aware of how skilled Leonardo's fingers were. But it was not enough, Ezio needed more. He wanted Leonardo's mouth, his hot tongue gently sucking, licking, and tasting everything. Ezio tried to vocalise his lust, but his mouth failed him. Instead, he sought comfort in spreading his legs wide as Leonardo pumped him up and down.

"L-Leonardo... please..." Ezio spoke softly, the words hardly forming out of his mouth.

Leonardo smiled at the sound of Ezio's plea but carried on. He quickened the pace, watching how Ezio bucked his hips up to Leonardo's hand, desperate for release.

Ezio felt sharp bolts of pleasure run through his body and cursed out loud in warning to Leonardo that he was close.

Sensing this, Leonardo stopped. Ezio gasped in shock, the need to come too great.

"You s-stopped?"

"Yes."

Leonardo climbed on top of Ezio, his fingers gently trailing a pattern of some sort onto the assassin's chest. Leonardo teased a nipple softly, his finger pinching the delicate skin around it. He swirled his tongue around the soft bud, and gently blew on it. Ezio bucked forward, his hips crashing against Leonardo's and moaned in ecstasy as he felt Leonardo's prick rub up against his. Ezio thrashed around on the bed as Leonardo continued to tease Ezio's left nipple, his tongue driving the assassin insane with lust.

"LEONARDO UNTIE ME NOW!" Ezio cried out in frustration, the need to touch him all too great.

"No."

Leonardo shrugged and continued caressing Ezio's chest. His tongue moved up against Ezio's neck, which he knew was a soft spot. Leonardo forced Ezio's hips down with his arms, as he bit down hard on the right side of Ezio's neck. Ezio's breath was becoming rugged. His cock was getting swollen, and pre-cum seeped onto the sheets.

"P-P-Please... "Ezio's voice became a whisper as he sought to control himself, and became even more desperate as he looked down to his neglected cock. Ezio moved his left foot to try and touch it, but gave up.

"Let me remind you again Ezio. I'm not your temporarily fix."

"W-what? Si Si! I know... Leonardo. Please. I need you." Ezio stammered out those last three words, unable to focus on anything but satisfaction.

"Leonardo. Suck me. Fuck me. Please. Anything..." Ezio hated himself for becoming like this around Leonardo, but knew that this time round, he had won.

Leonardo sighed softly, knowing that Ezio had not understood. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all.

"Ezio. You still do not get it."

Ezio cried out once more in frustration as Leonardo knelt down on Ezio and gently blew the swollen organ, sending a wave of pleasure through Ezio's spine.

"I need you to understand the pain, the torment I have suffered over the last past weeks. And then only then… will I be able to pleasure you."

Ezio knew he had to think of something to say, and fast. He had to think of an intelligent answer. Ezio took a deep breath, forcing his mind to concentrate on the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Your not a temporarily fix, Leonardo. I regret what I did. I…" Ezio closed his eyes softly and swore loudly as he felt Leonardo's mouth on him, his tongue swirling, teasing, tasting. Pleasure shot through his body as he forced himself to concentrate, his hips moving erratically to Leonardo's mouth, desperate for release.

"Continue."

"And I kn-know that what I did would h-hurt you and I-" Ezio's arms struggled against the tight grip of the scarves that held him together. He circled his hips together as Leonardo continued sucking him off, only this time much faster. Ezio swore loudly and gave a sharp tug on Leonardo's hair, signalling that he was about to release.

Leonardo gave a slight kiss to Ezio, before he stood up and smiled softly. Ezio looked up at him with an evil glint in his eye.

"L-LEONARDO!"

"There is no need to shout, Ezio."

"I NEED TO CUM!"

"I am aware that you are… in a state, but your apology to me is unsatisfactory Ezio, and therefore, I can not grant you your wish."

Ezio opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by Leonardo's finger to his lips.

"Revenge is sweet, isn't it amore?"

And with those last words, Leonardo shut the door to his private chambers, leaving Ezio confused, and unsatisfied.