Or: Four couples, Three assassins, Two days, One theme.
Pairings: Altaïr/Malik, Ezio/Leonardo, Ezio/Yusuf and Desmond/Shaun
Summary: Three main assassins and their partners. February 13th and 14th. One day to plan, one day to celebrate.
A/N: This is connected to my three-piece story If He Only Knew, Now He Knows and the third part which I will not reveal the name of yet. Links can be found on my blog, or you can go to my Ao3, devA or ff.net accounts and look them up there if you want. Reading them first might make it easier, but this is pretty straight-forwards, so you can read this without having read the rest.
Written as a sort of belated-Valentine’s thing, because I got home the 13th and found inspiration for this about three days ago.
February 13th 1512
Ezio woke up from his dream – or was it memory? – of eight years ago. It was not painful, as it had been in the early years, but it still made him feel like he was missing something, missing someone. But it was still a good memory, even though he could not say why. But it was all in the past. Leonardo was not his, not anymore. Was he even alive, Ezio wondered, though quickly shaking the thought away – he would know if he was dead, he was certain of it.
Outside, the church bells rang in the 7th hour of the day, making Ezio rise so he could get dressed and prepared. He did not know what this day would bring, but he felt good about it.
The first person he saw when he reached the library, was Yusuf. His heart skipped a beat when he thought of the other man and the memory he had just relived. Maybe he would re-enact another part of that memory as well?
Looking around, making sure no one would see them, the Eagle snuck up behind the other man and, wounding his arms around him, placed a chase kiss at the joint between his left shoulder and neck.
“Good morning Mentor,” was the reply he got, and it only made him smile into Yusuf’s flesh. He knew the other man would hear him come up behind him, and since it was becoming a ritual between them, Ezio also knew Yusuf was expecting the kiss. Was he getting too predictable in his old age, he wondered silently to himself.
As if knowing what he was thinking about, Yusuf turned to him, a smirk playing on his lips as he said “Predictable or not, don’t you dare stop doing that.”
It earned Yusuf a laugh from the older man, followed by a loving kiss on the mouth.
“Mmmm, good morning to you, lover.” The last word was said in such a way that it left no doubt in Yusuf’s mind as to what Ezio was thinking about. Yusuf just laughed, knowing that if he was to take him upon that offer, they would end up spending the whole day locked away in one of their private hideouts. Which would be a good – and a bad – thing.
“Come on, Ezio, we’ve got a long day ahead of us,” the Turk said, pushing the Italian playfully away with his signature laugh and headed in the direction of breakfast. Though he did sway his hips for show as he walked away, knowing Ezio would understand and accept why he could not take him upon his offer.
Ezio admired the view and followed closely behind, chuckling as he did so.
Both men were looking forward to returning to the den later that night.
A quarter of an hour to midnight found Ezio and Yusuf tangled together, panting and moaning, half dressed, on top of the carpets on the floor of Ezio’s chambers. They hadn’t made it to the bed and did not quite see the point in trying to reach it now that they had gotten so far. Sure, Ezio was not as young as he had once been, but he could not care less at this point.
Their hoods were down, tunics pulled up and pants were tangled around their ankles. The only clothing separating their cocks was their undergarments, which was quickly, though awkwardly, removed.
Their want and lust was so strong that they did not bother taking their clothes properly off, because they needed each other right then and there and nothing and no one was to stop them.
Then Yusuf moved his hips just so, extracting a moan from Ezio and a strangled one from himself. The Turk reached one hand between them, holding their now leaking cocks together and creating wonderful friction as the two assassins continued rutting against one another.
Their kissing was sloppy – all teeth and tongues and saliva, their tongues battling for dominance, although half-heartedly as it were not all that easy considering their movements. Soon their hips stuttered, both failing to keep up their rhythm as they were close to coming.
Yusuf came first, Ezio’s name falling from his lips in a raw moan. Hearing his name and seeing his lover come undone, had Ezio following mere seconds behind, his come mixing with Yusuf’s, covering the other man’s hand and stomach.
Ezio almost collapsed on top of Yusuf, but managed to lay down half on him, half beside him. An exhausted chuckle escaped him, making Yusuf wonder what was so funny.
“Well,” he started, “at least I won’t have to wash my gear free of that.”
Yusuf looked down at himself, catching on to what the older man meant. Then he smirked, seeing it as a challenge.
“We’ll just see about that,” he retorted, grinning, and rolled himself over, pinning Ezio down and moving his own body up and down against him, intending to smear some over on the other man.
The movement did something else to them though, something that made them both moan out again.
“Yusuf,” Ezio somehow managed to get out, his voice sounding strangled, “can we… at least move to the bed… this time?”
Outside, the bells marked the passing of the hour and the new day. Yusuf looked down at Ezio through half-closed eyes.
“Only as a Valentine’s gift to you.”