Assassins Creed Fic - The Night Watchman Part 2
ok and here is part to of the Night Watchman I had to spilt it because it was too long to post.
The pair ran off down the street, a small head start was given to them as the guards that had barged into their safe haven had yet to pick themselves up from off the hard ground. But then again it didn’t make that much of a difference, for every time they rounded a corner they had to dart down another alleyway and away from the guards that began charging at them from up ahead of the corner they had just turned down.
It wasn’t long before Ezio had had enough of running around the impressive city on Venezia through
the streets, it was time to take this chase upwards.
“Quickly to the roof!” Ezio yelled earning a nod from the Night Watchman. As Ezio began to scale up the building, he missed the look of reluctance on the Night Watchman’s face, he was still sore from the last time he had attempted to climb a building. Releasing a sigh he prepared himself to tackle the wall, only to stop
as he spotted a far more easier and convenient route.
With a speed and dexterity one would never expect someone of his build to have the Night Watchman managed to scramble up the wall, taking out the roof’s archers before Ezio had even managed to reach the top of the building.
Once the assassin did however his eyes widened in silent surprise.
“How did you get up here so fast?” he asked, clearly expecting to be the first up here. The Night Watchman couldn’t help but blink dumbly before pointing towards the ladder which could clearly be seen with the two last steps placed above the edge of the building.
Ezio could feel himself heat up under the collar, ‘well my way was more manly,’ he thought to himself as he tried to heal his wounded pride. His eyes narrowed as he saw the gloved hand of one of the pursuing guards reach over the ladder Ezio had somehow missed before running over to said ladder and giving it a swift kick causing the ladder and it’s user to fall under the influence of gravity.
With another quick glance at the Night Watchman the pair darted off across the roofs of Venezia, each one heading in the same direction, the one that lead to the Thieves Guild.
Ezio was in the lead as the pair charged onwards, every now and then they had to throw a persistent guard or archer off of the roofs, though the Night Watchman did so with a heavy heart. He hadn’t learned to shut off his emotions at the sight of a killing like the assassin before him had long since accomplished. It was
something Ezio hoped the man never would be able grasp, for he wanted the man to retain his innocent nature.
Many had called him a hero since he had joined the league known as assassin, but he himself knew that he was not a hero, for a hero wouldn’t revel in the death of another, a hero wouldn’t needlessly kill, because that’s what the guards deaths were, well some of the guards deaths were, after all not all guards became guards simply to have power. Some of the guards truly did want to protect the citizens of Venezia, others had simple joined the guards ranks because they had a family to support and it was a good pay, and yet Ezio had never thought twice about killing the guards, never until now that was. He admired the man who was trailing along besides him; he had taught himself how to disarm where as Ezio had taught himself how to kill.
A cry of pain came from his left and The Night Watchman turned to see the assassin grasping at his right side where an arrow could be seen protruding forth.
“Are you alright Ezio?” the Night Watchman asked slowing his pace to run alongside the wounded party.
“Si,” Ezio grunted, his pace never faltering in step, perhaps the wound wasn’t as bad as the Night Watchman expected, although he realized that the assassin was putting up a front when he saw the man clench his teeth in pain, his speed slowing to accommodate the pain.
They didn’t have time to remove the arrow and even if they did, Ezio wasn’t a doctor; he had no idea of how he would even go about trying to remove it.
“Do not worry amico mio, I will be alright, when we get to the Thieves Guild we will have one of Antonio’s best remove the arrow,” the assassin said more to himself then his companion, not noticing the look of worry crossing the vigilantes face.
A determined glint entered the Night Watchman’s eye.
“Ezio whatever happens, keep going,” he said in a tone that brooked no arguments. Ezio turned his head to the side.
“What...?” was all Ezio had time to say before the Night Watchman changed direction heading back towards the guards pursuing them. Ezio came to a halt as he turned to the man, preparing to go after him. “What are you doing?!” he yelled doubling back.
“Ezio go, I will be alright!” The Night Watchman yelled attacking and successfully subduing one of the guards in a matter of seconds.
“But...” Ezio tried to say, not liking the idea of leaving the man behind.
“Move it Ezio!” the Night Watchman yelled. For Ezio the option of what to do was obvious, he would not leave his comrade in arms, whether the Night Watchman liked it or not, Ezio was staying.
Seeing the assassin was being stubborn about leaving him made the Night Watchman feel pride and annoyance. Pride that the man would rather stay and fight just to help him and annoyance that the man would not accept his own limitations. His wound was slowing him down during their escape, the reason the Night Watchman dived into this danger was to give Ezio the chance he needed to get away, not so the
stubborn fool could throw his attempted distraction in his face and charge back into the fray of danger, clearly the man had a death wish. This called for drastic measures.
Pulling out another set of smoke bomb, the Night Watchman caught eyes with Ezio once more, the assassin seemingly able to read the message clear in the other’s eyes.
“Non don’t you...” but it was too late.
The Night Watchman brought the two smoke bombs crashing to the ground. Smoke erupted over the roofs of Venezia, covering the group in a suffocating cloud. If possible it seemed to Ezio that this smoke was much thicker than the one made from the previous smoke bombs.
A blow to the back of his head caught Ezio completely off guard. He must have blacked out for a few seconds because he swore he could feel someone dragging him across the tiles that made up the roofs of Venezia but he never remembered falling.
“Dio Mio you weigh a ton assassin,” the voice of the Night Watchman filled his ears, at least he hoped it was the Night Watchman, his brain was still a bit sluggish from the blow he suffered to the base of his skull. He felt a small pressure on his side before an emptiness hit him, wasn’t there an arrow there a minute ago?
The next thing Ezio knew he was being cramped into a small space, his legs curling up against rather hard against a wall. For a moment Ezio wondered if the Night Watchman had poisoned him with something. His body refused to co-operate as his mind told it to move, lying in a heap uselessly. Something was drawn over him, leaving him in darkness, or had he once again lost consciousness? He wasn’t sure. He tried to cling onto the light with everything he had, thrashing against the sea of blackness that threatened to drag him under. The last thing he heard before the darkness pulled him into submission was the telltale signs of feet pounding against the tiled roofs, heading further and further away from him.
“There he is! Get him!” and finally nothing as the assassin succumbed to the bliss that was unconsciousness.
The first thing Ezio noticed as he was dragged mercilessly back into the realm of consciousness was the dulling ache he felt in his side along with the raging headache that had him seeing spots before his eyes.
Funny he didn’t remember drinking last night, and then it all came flooding back to him. His capture, Antonio and Rosa’s failed rescue attempt, the hanging, the crystal clear blue eyes that belonged to their saviour, the Night Watchman.
The Night Watchman!!!
Ezio pulled himself into a sitting position so fast he almost crashed face first into the wall of wherever he had been dumped, falling back almost immediately as a crushing wave of pain hit his side. He cursed his stupidity at forgetting about the arrow in his side, clutching at his wound he was surprised to find that the arrow had somehow been removed. A smirk came to his face as he realized that his wound had been roughly bandaged in a greenish looking fabric. The Night Watchman works quickly and skilfully in more ways than just fighting. He was like the assassin version of Leonardo.
Leonardo. A soft smile came to his scared lips; he had finally admitted to himself that he was in love with the other man. He had promised himself that if he survived the hanging, then he was going to march into Leonardo’s workshop and claim his lips in a heated kiss while dragging the man to his bedroom where he would continue to ravish him, and shower him with all his pent up lust and adoration.
He wondered what kind of noises Leonardo would make. He longed to see the man mewling under him, to see his bare body writher in the unadulterated pleasure the assassin brought onto him as flesh slapped against flesh.
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
And Ezio wasn’t one to waste opportunities.
Pulling himself up on the wooden frames of the small covered hutch he had been hidden in he tried to will away the problem that had started growing in his pants from the mental images, he would have to relieve himself later, for now he was still on a mission.
Gingerly climbing out of the wooden hutch so as not to agitate his wound further he began to make his way towards the Thieves Guild. As much as he desperately wanted to see Leonardo he still had to make sure that Antonio and Rosa had made it back okay.
Taking in his surroundings he found that he wasn’t far from the Thieves Guild. Good, the quicker he had seen that his friends were okay with his own eyes, the quicker he could take his own special brand of ministrations to the only man he will ever love, and the only lover he will ever need.
He trailed quickly over the roofs of Venezia, taking every shortcut he had located over the short time he had been in the city, he knew the way to his destination almost as well as he knew the back of his hand. His trip was made all the easier by the lack of archers that were usually posted on the roofs spread across Venezia. He choose not to ponder on the absence of his usual foes, figuring that they had all discarded their posts for fear of coming face to face with the deadly assassin or the vigilante known as the Night Watchman. To be honest he didn’t really care why they had disappeared for that only meant that there were less people trying to kill him today, something he was extremely pleased for.
It didn’t take the assassin long to reach the Thieves Guild and once there he was slightly disturbed to find the usually noisy place so eerily quiet.
“Bastardo!!” well at least he knew Rosa was okay, he thought as he dodged the incoming blow. “How dare you leave me behind! Where is that Porca lurida puttana, fottuta troia Watching Night?!” the female thief asked looking over Ezio’s shoulder for her next target.
Ezio frowned, so the Night Watchman hasn’t been here, a slither of worry wormed its way into Ezio at the prospect that their rescuer may have been captured or worse killed. He was brought out of his reverie by the concerned voice of Antonio.
“Ezio you are injured,” the man said stopping Rosa from starting a new rant as the female thief took in the blood soaked robes.
“I am alright, it is not serious,” the assassin replied waving away their concern. “How is your leg?” he asked Antonio, noticing that the man was on crutches, the male thief smiled.
“The Night Watchman is more skilled then any doctor in Venezia, I shall be fine if I rest well,” the man replied, leading his two friends further inside the guild.
Ezio sat down on the table and allowed one of Antonio’s men to examine his wound at Antonio’s insistence of course, although Rosa’s threatening to jam one of Antonio’s crutches up where it should not be was enough reason to allow the man to check over his wounds.
“I am glad you two are alright,” Ezio said trying to ignore the man as he went about re-cleaning the wound, gritting his teeth every now and then at the stinging sensation the cheap alcohol caused.
“Yes, we owe our lives to the Night Watchman, for had it not been for him I fear we would have all ended up on Leonardo’s table for examination,” Antonio replied having situated himself opposite Ezio while his men worked.
“Indeed, tell me what have you found out about this Night Watchman?” Ezio asked already knowing that the thief would have rallied his men for information the second he made it back to the safety of these walls. The man’s answering smirk confirmed Ezio’s assumption.
“You know me too well amico mio, indeed I have found out about our mysterious saviour but information is sparse it seems he only came about a little over five months ago, curious, wasn’t that around the time you yourself came to our humble city of Venezia? Perhaps amico mio you have a blue eyed guardian angel watching over you," Antonio answered with a teasing smile, to his side Rosa let out an indignant little huff of air.
“It figures you would have claim to the most perfect man in all of Italia you bastardo, first you steal Leonardo’s attention like una puttana avida, then you make off with the affection of our angelic saviour. The only two men I would happily seduce to my bedroom for a glimpse at what beauty truly is,” Rosa said crossing her arms over her chest, it was obvious that she was still furious at being left behind, though clearly she had come to her own conclusion as to why she was left behind.
Ezio couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy from hitting him at the thought of Leonardo being with someone else, and judging from the knowing smirk on Antonio’s face the man knew exactly what he was thinking of. He schooled his face into a blank expression, coughing to get Rosa’s attention, before letting out a slight wince as Antonio’s man pulled the stitches he was working on closed. The man grunted a frustrated hold still at the assassin, whose reply was just to grin sheepishly at his medic.
“You say he first arrived five months ago? I have not heard of him before nor have I seen him on any of my travels,” Ezio said continuing the conversation as to who the masked man could be.
“Si he saved some mistreated fishmonger from the hangman’s noose, I have heard from Theodora that he has saved many of her girls from the abuses of the guards. He unlike you knows how to stay undetected, which is why neither you nor I had before heard of the masked saviour,” Antonio replied ending on a teasing smirk with the last jib at the assassin. Ezio rolled his eyes at Antonio’s playful tease knowing that the elder man was more known in the area of Venezia then he himself was, still he mused, he did need to work on maintaining his stealth in and off missions. But, then he thought with a smirk, where was the fun in that?
“We should try to find this masked bastardo and convince him to join us in the fight for freedom!” Rosa yelled trying to imitate a move he had seen the Night Watchman do with his fists.
“It would be useful to call on his help in the near future perhaps,” Antonio said to himself placing his hand on his chin in thought. Ezio could see the elder man’s devious mind pondering up ideas in which to unmask their saviour. He chuckled at the thought; somehow he did not think, even with Antonio’s brilliant mind, that the thief would be able to unveil the man behind the mask.
“I think with all that has happened, it is safe to say that he has already joined in the fight,” Ezio said standing up and pulling his garments on, offering a last minute thank you to his medic before heading towards the exit of the guild. “I must take my leave i miei amici I have business to take care of,” he said with a smirk using all of his willpower not to run off right there and then.
Leonardo sighed as he stared at the blank canvas before him. The painting was due in three days but with all that’s happened the artist never got around to even starting the painting. He had no choice but to pull an all nighter for the next four days. Perhaps he could blame his tardiness on an unexpected visit from distant relatives....a sharp rapping sound coming from his door called forth his attention.
Making his way to the door the artist soon found himself in an unbearably tight embrace from whoever it was who had decided they could not even wait for Leonardo to answer the door himself and instead just barged right on in.
“Leonardo, amico mio,” the soothing voice of the assassin’s in Leonardo’s ear caused the artist to relax into the welcome embrace, awkwardly trying to return the hug whist also trying to breath.
“Ezio amico mio! I am so glad that you are safe!” Leonardo replied exuberantly once the assassin had given the artist enough room to breathe. Ezio held the artist at arm’s length, refusing to let go of the man in case he finds it all to be a dream that could too easily be snatched away from him by a hangman’s noose. He stared into the artists deep blue eyes, drinking in their innocence like a virgin succumbed by lust. “How may I....” Leonardo started only to be silenced by a pair of scarred lips claiming his own in a harsh kiss.
For a second Ezio thought he had stepped over the mark and possibly ruined his chance, but all his fears were put to rest when the artist began to kiss back with just as much passion. Their tongues battled in a fight for dominance, Leonardo’s tongue submitting after awhile, allowing the other to pet and pamper him.
The next thing the pair knew they had toppled over Leonardo’s plush bed, the assassin’s scarred body pinning the artist’s lithe frame to the mattress. Ezio growled as he tried to bring his hands into contact with Leonardo’s skin, choosing to slash the clothes to ribbons with his hidden blade rather than having to take the time pulling the articles off of the artist.
With skilled ease Ezio managed to slide his own armour off of his toned torso, allowing Leonardo’s fair skin to finally come into contact with Ezio’s bronzed skin. Leonardo was writhing under Ezio’s ministrations, as calloused hands roamed over every delicate inch of the artist’s skin. Mapping out his body with his tongue Ezio carved every delicious mewl he pulled out of Leonardo into his memory banks, cherishing the way the
older man thrashed and heaved with pleasure. He had thought long ago that his hands, his hands that had caused so much wanton destruction, could no longer cause such untouched pleasure.
“Ti amo Leonardo,” Ezio whispered huskily in the artist’s ear before he began kneading at Leonardo’s growing erection. It took all of Leonardo’s willpower to stop the assassin before he went to far.
“E-ezio!” he panted claiming the assassin’s lips in another heated kiss. “Ti-ti Amo Ezio, but you are injured,” he said indicating to the assassin’s bandaged torso.
“Leonardo, my body burns for you, I almost lost you once. I cannot wait anymore,” Ezio said continuing his administrations to Leonardo’s body. His tone edging on pleading as his pushed his own hard arousal into the artist’s hip whist nipping at the tender skin of his neck.
Leonardo moaned as Ezio began to tease his nipples with his mouth, letting out a shudder of pleasure as he felt Ezio’s fingers begin to probe his entrance. Tinges of pain hit the artist’s body but his mind was soon distracted as Ezio once again took his lips in a passionate kiss. Ezio was gentle as he worked his fingers in and out of Leonardo’s tight opening, allowing the artist to adjust before adding an extra finger into the
pleasant heat.
“Uhng Ezio!” the artist moaned as Ezio’s fingers teasingly brushed against his prostate.
“Tell me what you want, mi amore,” Ezio said seductively, “tell me you want me.”
“Uhng Ezio please!”
“What do you want mio caro?”
“You! I want you mi amour! Please Ezio!” Leonardo begged, too far gone with lust to be embarrassed by the assassin’s grin.
“As you wish il mio maestro,” Ezio replied before thrusting himself inside Leonardo’s tight heat.
“Ungh!” Leonardo panted, but Ezio was far too lost within his own lust to allow Leonardo time to adjust, the assassin rotated his hips causing both men to groan in pleasure. Ezio quickly set up a fast pace, working to angle his thrust into the right spot.
“Dio mio!!” Leonardo cried arching his back upwards as Ezio finally found what he was looking for. Taking a mental note of the position Ezio repeatedly slammed into Leonardo’s pleasure button. With his free hand Ezio began to pump Leonardo’s member in time with his own thrusts. It wasn’t long before the both came to a shuddering release, Leonardo finding his first yelled out the assassin’s name while the man above him groaned out the artist’s name as the artist’s muscles began clenching around his member in a loving hug.
They both lay side by side panting in the aftermath of the sweet sex they had just had. Each of them giving into sleep as the stress and exhaustion over the last few days finally caught up with them.
“Ti amo Leonardo,” Ezio whispered before letting sleep claim him, barely hearing Leonardo as the artist whispered in reply.
“Ti amo Ezio.”
When Leonardo awoke he was pleasantly surprised to find himself wrapped in the secure embrace of the master assassin. Memories of what took place last night filled his head causing the artist to blush with a pleasing grin. Gently so as not to wake the still sleeping assassin, Leonardo unwrapped himself from Ezio’s hold, chuckling to himself as Ezio complained as to the lack of body heat before sighing in content as he
hugged Leonardo’s pillow.
Quietly Leonardo set about cleaning the mess they had made in the throngs of passion the night before. With the task finished Leonardo exited the bedroom and silently made his way to his workshop, hoping to finish off the painting that was due in the next two days.
He came to a stop at a small chest located in his workshop. Opening the lid he smiled fondly at the brown leather mask that sat upon a small green bundle of cloth that could be easily mistaken for a table cloth, before securely locking the chest and moving back over towards his work in progress.
Leonardo was a man of many talents, he was an artist, an architect, a sculptor, an engineer, a philosopher, an Inventor, a vigilante known as the Night Watchman, and most important to him, he was Ezio Auditore’s
best friend turned lover.
The pair ran off down the street, a small head start was given to them as the guards that had barged into their safe haven had yet to pick themselves up from off the hard ground. But then again it didn’t make that much of a difference, for every time they rounded a corner they had to dart down another alleyway and away from the guards that began charging at them from up ahead of the corner they had just turned down.
It wasn’t long before Ezio had had enough of running around the impressive city on Venezia through
the streets, it was time to take this chase upwards.
“Quickly to the roof!” Ezio yelled earning a nod from the Night Watchman. As Ezio began to scale up the building, he missed the look of reluctance on the Night Watchman’s face, he was still sore from the last time he had attempted to climb a building. Releasing a sigh he prepared himself to tackle the wall, only to stop
as he spotted a far more easier and convenient route.
With a speed and dexterity one would never expect someone of his build to have the Night Watchman managed to scramble up the wall, taking out the roof’s archers before Ezio had even managed to reach the top of the building.
Once the assassin did however his eyes widened in silent surprise.
“How did you get up here so fast?” he asked, clearly expecting to be the first up here. The Night Watchman couldn’t help but blink dumbly before pointing towards the ladder which could clearly be seen with the two last steps placed above the edge of the building.
Ezio could feel himself heat up under the collar, ‘well my way was more manly,’ he thought to himself as he tried to heal his wounded pride. His eyes narrowed as he saw the gloved hand of one of the pursuing guards reach over the ladder Ezio had somehow missed before running over to said ladder and giving it a swift kick causing the ladder and it’s user to fall under the influence of gravity.
With another quick glance at the Night Watchman the pair darted off across the roofs of Venezia, each one heading in the same direction, the one that lead to the Thieves Guild.
Ezio was in the lead as the pair charged onwards, every now and then they had to throw a persistent guard or archer off of the roofs, though the Night Watchman did so with a heavy heart. He hadn’t learned to shut off his emotions at the sight of a killing like the assassin before him had long since accomplished. It was
something Ezio hoped the man never would be able grasp, for he wanted the man to retain his innocent nature.
Many had called him a hero since he had joined the league known as assassin, but he himself knew that he was not a hero, for a hero wouldn’t revel in the death of another, a hero wouldn’t needlessly kill, because that’s what the guards deaths were, well some of the guards deaths were, after all not all guards became guards simply to have power. Some of the guards truly did want to protect the citizens of Venezia, others had simple joined the guards ranks because they had a family to support and it was a good pay, and yet Ezio had never thought twice about killing the guards, never until now that was. He admired the man who was trailing along besides him; he had taught himself how to disarm where as Ezio had taught himself how to kill.
A cry of pain came from his left and The Night Watchman turned to see the assassin grasping at his right side where an arrow could be seen protruding forth.
“Are you alright Ezio?” the Night Watchman asked slowing his pace to run alongside the wounded party.
“Si,” Ezio grunted, his pace never faltering in step, perhaps the wound wasn’t as bad as the Night Watchman expected, although he realized that the assassin was putting up a front when he saw the man clench his teeth in pain, his speed slowing to accommodate the pain.
They didn’t have time to remove the arrow and even if they did, Ezio wasn’t a doctor; he had no idea of how he would even go about trying to remove it.
“Do not worry amico mio, I will be alright, when we get to the Thieves Guild we will have one of Antonio’s best remove the arrow,” the assassin said more to himself then his companion, not noticing the look of worry crossing the vigilantes face.
A determined glint entered the Night Watchman’s eye.
“Ezio whatever happens, keep going,” he said in a tone that brooked no arguments. Ezio turned his head to the side.
“What...?” was all Ezio had time to say before the Night Watchman changed direction heading back towards the guards pursuing them. Ezio came to a halt as he turned to the man, preparing to go after him. “What are you doing?!” he yelled doubling back.
“Ezio go, I will be alright!” The Night Watchman yelled attacking and successfully subduing one of the guards in a matter of seconds.
“But...” Ezio tried to say, not liking the idea of leaving the man behind.
“Move it Ezio!” the Night Watchman yelled. For Ezio the option of what to do was obvious, he would not leave his comrade in arms, whether the Night Watchman liked it or not, Ezio was staying.
Seeing the assassin was being stubborn about leaving him made the Night Watchman feel pride and annoyance. Pride that the man would rather stay and fight just to help him and annoyance that the man would not accept his own limitations. His wound was slowing him down during their escape, the reason the Night Watchman dived into this danger was to give Ezio the chance he needed to get away, not so the
stubborn fool could throw his attempted distraction in his face and charge back into the fray of danger, clearly the man had a death wish. This called for drastic measures.
Pulling out another set of smoke bomb, the Night Watchman caught eyes with Ezio once more, the assassin seemingly able to read the message clear in the other’s eyes.
“Non don’t you...” but it was too late.
The Night Watchman brought the two smoke bombs crashing to the ground. Smoke erupted over the roofs of Venezia, covering the group in a suffocating cloud. If possible it seemed to Ezio that this smoke was much thicker than the one made from the previous smoke bombs.
A blow to the back of his head caught Ezio completely off guard. He must have blacked out for a few seconds because he swore he could feel someone dragging him across the tiles that made up the roofs of Venezia but he never remembered falling.
“Dio Mio you weigh a ton assassin,” the voice of the Night Watchman filled his ears, at least he hoped it was the Night Watchman, his brain was still a bit sluggish from the blow he suffered to the base of his skull. He felt a small pressure on his side before an emptiness hit him, wasn’t there an arrow there a minute ago?
The next thing Ezio knew he was being cramped into a small space, his legs curling up against rather hard against a wall. For a moment Ezio wondered if the Night Watchman had poisoned him with something. His body refused to co-operate as his mind told it to move, lying in a heap uselessly. Something was drawn over him, leaving him in darkness, or had he once again lost consciousness? He wasn’t sure. He tried to cling onto the light with everything he had, thrashing against the sea of blackness that threatened to drag him under. The last thing he heard before the darkness pulled him into submission was the telltale signs of feet pounding against the tiled roofs, heading further and further away from him.
“There he is! Get him!” and finally nothing as the assassin succumbed to the bliss that was unconsciousness.
The first thing Ezio noticed as he was dragged mercilessly back into the realm of consciousness was the dulling ache he felt in his side along with the raging headache that had him seeing spots before his eyes.
Funny he didn’t remember drinking last night, and then it all came flooding back to him. His capture, Antonio and Rosa’s failed rescue attempt, the hanging, the crystal clear blue eyes that belonged to their saviour, the Night Watchman.
The Night Watchman!!!
Ezio pulled himself into a sitting position so fast he almost crashed face first into the wall of wherever he had been dumped, falling back almost immediately as a crushing wave of pain hit his side. He cursed his stupidity at forgetting about the arrow in his side, clutching at his wound he was surprised to find that the arrow had somehow been removed. A smirk came to his face as he realized that his wound had been roughly bandaged in a greenish looking fabric. The Night Watchman works quickly and skilfully in more ways than just fighting. He was like the assassin version of Leonardo.
Leonardo. A soft smile came to his scared lips; he had finally admitted to himself that he was in love with the other man. He had promised himself that if he survived the hanging, then he was going to march into Leonardo’s workshop and claim his lips in a heated kiss while dragging the man to his bedroom where he would continue to ravish him, and shower him with all his pent up lust and adoration.
He wondered what kind of noises Leonardo would make. He longed to see the man mewling under him, to see his bare body writher in the unadulterated pleasure the assassin brought onto him as flesh slapped against flesh.
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
And Ezio wasn’t one to waste opportunities.
Pulling himself up on the wooden frames of the small covered hutch he had been hidden in he tried to will away the problem that had started growing in his pants from the mental images, he would have to relieve himself later, for now he was still on a mission.
Gingerly climbing out of the wooden hutch so as not to agitate his wound further he began to make his way towards the Thieves Guild. As much as he desperately wanted to see Leonardo he still had to make sure that Antonio and Rosa had made it back okay.
Taking in his surroundings he found that he wasn’t far from the Thieves Guild. Good, the quicker he had seen that his friends were okay with his own eyes, the quicker he could take his own special brand of ministrations to the only man he will ever love, and the only lover he will ever need.
He trailed quickly over the roofs of Venezia, taking every shortcut he had located over the short time he had been in the city, he knew the way to his destination almost as well as he knew the back of his hand. His trip was made all the easier by the lack of archers that were usually posted on the roofs spread across Venezia. He choose not to ponder on the absence of his usual foes, figuring that they had all discarded their posts for fear of coming face to face with the deadly assassin or the vigilante known as the Night Watchman. To be honest he didn’t really care why they had disappeared for that only meant that there were less people trying to kill him today, something he was extremely pleased for.
It didn’t take the assassin long to reach the Thieves Guild and once there he was slightly disturbed to find the usually noisy place so eerily quiet.
“Bastardo!!” well at least he knew Rosa was okay, he thought as he dodged the incoming blow. “How dare you leave me behind! Where is that Porca lurida puttana, fottuta troia Watching Night?!” the female thief asked looking over Ezio’s shoulder for her next target.
Ezio frowned, so the Night Watchman hasn’t been here, a slither of worry wormed its way into Ezio at the prospect that their rescuer may have been captured or worse killed. He was brought out of his reverie by the concerned voice of Antonio.
“Ezio you are injured,” the man said stopping Rosa from starting a new rant as the female thief took in the blood soaked robes.
“I am alright, it is not serious,” the assassin replied waving away their concern. “How is your leg?” he asked Antonio, noticing that the man was on crutches, the male thief smiled.
“The Night Watchman is more skilled then any doctor in Venezia, I shall be fine if I rest well,” the man replied, leading his two friends further inside the guild.
Ezio sat down on the table and allowed one of Antonio’s men to examine his wound at Antonio’s insistence of course, although Rosa’s threatening to jam one of Antonio’s crutches up where it should not be was enough reason to allow the man to check over his wounds.
“I am glad you two are alright,” Ezio said trying to ignore the man as he went about re-cleaning the wound, gritting his teeth every now and then at the stinging sensation the cheap alcohol caused.
“Yes, we owe our lives to the Night Watchman, for had it not been for him I fear we would have all ended up on Leonardo’s table for examination,” Antonio replied having situated himself opposite Ezio while his men worked.
“Indeed, tell me what have you found out about this Night Watchman?” Ezio asked already knowing that the thief would have rallied his men for information the second he made it back to the safety of these walls. The man’s answering smirk confirmed Ezio’s assumption.
“You know me too well amico mio, indeed I have found out about our mysterious saviour but information is sparse it seems he only came about a little over five months ago, curious, wasn’t that around the time you yourself came to our humble city of Venezia? Perhaps amico mio you have a blue eyed guardian angel watching over you," Antonio answered with a teasing smile, to his side Rosa let out an indignant little huff of air.
“It figures you would have claim to the most perfect man in all of Italia you bastardo, first you steal Leonardo’s attention like una puttana avida, then you make off with the affection of our angelic saviour. The only two men I would happily seduce to my bedroom for a glimpse at what beauty truly is,” Rosa said crossing her arms over her chest, it was obvious that she was still furious at being left behind, though clearly she had come to her own conclusion as to why she was left behind.
Ezio couldn’t stop the pang of jealousy from hitting him at the thought of Leonardo being with someone else, and judging from the knowing smirk on Antonio’s face the man knew exactly what he was thinking of. He schooled his face into a blank expression, coughing to get Rosa’s attention, before letting out a slight wince as Antonio’s man pulled the stitches he was working on closed. The man grunted a frustrated hold still at the assassin, whose reply was just to grin sheepishly at his medic.
“You say he first arrived five months ago? I have not heard of him before nor have I seen him on any of my travels,” Ezio said continuing the conversation as to who the masked man could be.
“Si he saved some mistreated fishmonger from the hangman’s noose, I have heard from Theodora that he has saved many of her girls from the abuses of the guards. He unlike you knows how to stay undetected, which is why neither you nor I had before heard of the masked saviour,” Antonio replied ending on a teasing smirk with the last jib at the assassin. Ezio rolled his eyes at Antonio’s playful tease knowing that the elder man was more known in the area of Venezia then he himself was, still he mused, he did need to work on maintaining his stealth in and off missions. But, then he thought with a smirk, where was the fun in that?
“We should try to find this masked bastardo and convince him to join us in the fight for freedom!” Rosa yelled trying to imitate a move he had seen the Night Watchman do with his fists.
“It would be useful to call on his help in the near future perhaps,” Antonio said to himself placing his hand on his chin in thought. Ezio could see the elder man’s devious mind pondering up ideas in which to unmask their saviour. He chuckled at the thought; somehow he did not think, even with Antonio’s brilliant mind, that the thief would be able to unveil the man behind the mask.
“I think with all that has happened, it is safe to say that he has already joined in the fight,” Ezio said standing up and pulling his garments on, offering a last minute thank you to his medic before heading towards the exit of the guild. “I must take my leave i miei amici I have business to take care of,” he said with a smirk using all of his willpower not to run off right there and then.
Leonardo sighed as he stared at the blank canvas before him. The painting was due in three days but with all that’s happened the artist never got around to even starting the painting. He had no choice but to pull an all nighter for the next four days. Perhaps he could blame his tardiness on an unexpected visit from distant relatives....a sharp rapping sound coming from his door called forth his attention.
Making his way to the door the artist soon found himself in an unbearably tight embrace from whoever it was who had decided they could not even wait for Leonardo to answer the door himself and instead just barged right on in.
“Leonardo, amico mio,” the soothing voice of the assassin’s in Leonardo’s ear caused the artist to relax into the welcome embrace, awkwardly trying to return the hug whist also trying to breath.
“Ezio amico mio! I am so glad that you are safe!” Leonardo replied exuberantly once the assassin had given the artist enough room to breathe. Ezio held the artist at arm’s length, refusing to let go of the man in case he finds it all to be a dream that could too easily be snatched away from him by a hangman’s noose. He stared into the artists deep blue eyes, drinking in their innocence like a virgin succumbed by lust. “How may I....” Leonardo started only to be silenced by a pair of scarred lips claiming his own in a harsh kiss.
For a second Ezio thought he had stepped over the mark and possibly ruined his chance, but all his fears were put to rest when the artist began to kiss back with just as much passion. Their tongues battled in a fight for dominance, Leonardo’s tongue submitting after awhile, allowing the other to pet and pamper him.
The next thing the pair knew they had toppled over Leonardo’s plush bed, the assassin’s scarred body pinning the artist’s lithe frame to the mattress. Ezio growled as he tried to bring his hands into contact with Leonardo’s skin, choosing to slash the clothes to ribbons with his hidden blade rather than having to take the time pulling the articles off of the artist.
With skilled ease Ezio managed to slide his own armour off of his toned torso, allowing Leonardo’s fair skin to finally come into contact with Ezio’s bronzed skin. Leonardo was writhing under Ezio’s ministrations, as calloused hands roamed over every delicate inch of the artist’s skin. Mapping out his body with his tongue Ezio carved every delicious mewl he pulled out of Leonardo into his memory banks, cherishing the way the
older man thrashed and heaved with pleasure. He had thought long ago that his hands, his hands that had caused so much wanton destruction, could no longer cause such untouched pleasure.
“Ti amo Leonardo,” Ezio whispered huskily in the artist’s ear before he began kneading at Leonardo’s growing erection. It took all of Leonardo’s willpower to stop the assassin before he went to far.
“E-ezio!” he panted claiming the assassin’s lips in another heated kiss. “Ti-ti Amo Ezio, but you are injured,” he said indicating to the assassin’s bandaged torso.
“Leonardo, my body burns for you, I almost lost you once. I cannot wait anymore,” Ezio said continuing his administrations to Leonardo’s body. His tone edging on pleading as his pushed his own hard arousal into the artist’s hip whist nipping at the tender skin of his neck.
Leonardo moaned as Ezio began to tease his nipples with his mouth, letting out a shudder of pleasure as he felt Ezio’s fingers begin to probe his entrance. Tinges of pain hit the artist’s body but his mind was soon distracted as Ezio once again took his lips in a passionate kiss. Ezio was gentle as he worked his fingers in and out of Leonardo’s tight opening, allowing the artist to adjust before adding an extra finger into the
pleasant heat.
“Uhng Ezio!” the artist moaned as Ezio’s fingers teasingly brushed against his prostate.
“Tell me what you want, mi amore,” Ezio said seductively, “tell me you want me.”
“Uhng Ezio please!”
“What do you want mio caro?”
“You! I want you mi amour! Please Ezio!” Leonardo begged, too far gone with lust to be embarrassed by the assassin’s grin.
“As you wish il mio maestro,” Ezio replied before thrusting himself inside Leonardo’s tight heat.
“Ungh!” Leonardo panted, but Ezio was far too lost within his own lust to allow Leonardo time to adjust, the assassin rotated his hips causing both men to groan in pleasure. Ezio quickly set up a fast pace, working to angle his thrust into the right spot.
“Dio mio!!” Leonardo cried arching his back upwards as Ezio finally found what he was looking for. Taking a mental note of the position Ezio repeatedly slammed into Leonardo’s pleasure button. With his free hand Ezio began to pump Leonardo’s member in time with his own thrusts. It wasn’t long before the both came to a shuddering release, Leonardo finding his first yelled out the assassin’s name while the man above him groaned out the artist’s name as the artist’s muscles began clenching around his member in a loving hug.
They both lay side by side panting in the aftermath of the sweet sex they had just had. Each of them giving into sleep as the stress and exhaustion over the last few days finally caught up with them.
“Ti amo Leonardo,” Ezio whispered before letting sleep claim him, barely hearing Leonardo as the artist whispered in reply.
“Ti amo Ezio.”
When Leonardo awoke he was pleasantly surprised to find himself wrapped in the secure embrace of the master assassin. Memories of what took place last night filled his head causing the artist to blush with a pleasing grin. Gently so as not to wake the still sleeping assassin, Leonardo unwrapped himself from Ezio’s hold, chuckling to himself as Ezio complained as to the lack of body heat before sighing in content as he
hugged Leonardo’s pillow.
Quietly Leonardo set about cleaning the mess they had made in the throngs of passion the night before. With the task finished Leonardo exited the bedroom and silently made his way to his workshop, hoping to finish off the painting that was due in the next two days.
He came to a stop at a small chest located in his workshop. Opening the lid he smiled fondly at the brown leather mask that sat upon a small green bundle of cloth that could be easily mistaken for a table cloth, before securely locking the chest and moving back over towards his work in progress.
Leonardo was a man of many talents, he was an artist, an architect, a sculptor, an engineer, a philosopher, an Inventor, a vigilante known as the Night Watchman, and most important to him, he was Ezio Auditore’s
best friend turned lover.