Why Not?

Leonardo blinked away the inevitable sleep that taunted him as he finished up a sketch of the assassin asleep on his own bed. Quietly, he put away the artistic devices and set down the canvas. He needed his rest as well but could not bring himself to disturb the assassin. He would settle for a chair tonight.

Early in the morning, Leonardo awoke to silence. Ezio was still sleeping, unusual for one who much always be so alert. The night before Ezio had come into the workshop, clutching a wound on his chest, breathing heavily. Leonardo had been quick to patch it to the best of his ability, while holding back crimson at the touch of the young man`s toned body. With the armour and cloak removed, Ezio was a prize to be won in male physic and something that Leonardo had desired since the regular visits that beget their friendship. Now, as Ezio lay on the engineer's bed, he could not help but to stare lovingly at him, wishing that the assassin could be his.

A smile curls on Leonardo's face as his lust conquers his conscience. Slowly, he makes his way over to the sleeping creature and allows himself a better view of the rarely seen side of this killer.

"Bella..." The words were hushed but it was enough to stir the assassin to consciousness. At the first slightest movement, Leonardo became startled and fell back to collide with the floor.

"Leonardo, are you alright?" Ezio became alert at the sound of his friend, worrying about him as per usual. Where would he be without the genius of Leonardo Da Vinci?

Flustered, Leonardo gave a small nod, a tint of pink appearing on his cheeks. Getting up from the floor and dusting himself off, Leonardo began to prepare for the coming daylight.

"Did you sleep alright Ezio? How is your wound?" Leonardo spoke to Ezio while preparing the caffe that instantly wake him up after the few short hours of sleep.

"Better now, thank you for your hospitality Leonardo. How can I thank you for this?" Ezio did not want to own anything more to the great inventor after everything he already had done for him.

"Think nothing of it Ezio. As long as you are safe and well..." Leonardo trailed off. There was something Ezio could do for him, but Leonardo could never breathe a word of his blasphemy to Ezio. Leonardo longed for Ezio. He longed for his touch and his gentleness and his body. He shivered with pleasure when the man even said his name. Alas it was a hopeless unrequited love. Leonardo was no fool. He knew of Ezio ways with women, and Rosa was certainly more attractive to Ezio then Leonardo would ever be.

Ezio stood up and stretched his arms up high above his head. His wound wasn't as deep as he thought and he heal quickly though the pain that was left was only minor. Leonardo eyed him from afar, wishing he could hold that frame tightly.

"Caffe?" Leonardo queried.

"No. I'm sorry mi amico, I must be off..." Not more than a few minutes after waking up, Ezio was out the door, lost to Venezia. Leonardo instantly became sullen. Ezio's visits were not as frequent as he would have liked and no mathematical equation could predict when he would show up next.

With a low sigh, Leonardo drank his caffe and pulled out a piece of parchment. From memory, the artist brought Ezio to life on the paper. His muscles large and toned, the key features of his perfect face, Leonardo knew them all by heart.

Drawing what his lustful being desired made him content, but Leonardo could not help but feel depressed and lonely. He had felt like their mild friendship had grown over the years into something different then what normal friends held.

If that was so then...why not?