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Justifying the Means	By : Jenovasilver Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He had a decision to make, right here and now, no point in trying vainly to escape this…somehow he actually was THRILLED to do it. Somewhere in the furthest corner of his mind he desired Ezio, he enjoyed seeing his face, hearing his voice and looking at the smooth fullness of his lips. It was a sin, something beyond just words, no, he WANTED to fuck him, and there was no escaping that heavy truth. The best way to forget these impure thoughts was to bury himself in the pleasures of secret dens, there were many in Firenze alone, it was fine for him to drown himself in the seedy parlors where he was around like minded noblemen shilling coins at youthful delights. As long as it got him to forget about Ezio, that's all he asked, just make him forget WANTING him.
So here in this pleasure den filled to the brim with debauchery of EVERY kind, prepared himself to do the same as he did so many nights, find a boy, have him sate his desires and return home for another day of careful touches and stolen glances. However tonight was different..tonight was a special, the owner received a generous donation from a 'mysterious' family-money, fruit and pliable young flesh ripe for the taking. Young boys, all adorn in golden masks of Eros, wearing with swan wings and draped in silken togas that looked near translucent. These delights were for sale but not permanently as in the days of yore, no, each boy were for the night and they would only go to highest bidder. This all would be fine, he would ignore it as he had no real interest in entertaining virgins.
That was the case-until he saw the last boy, the one that cursed and screamed with such intensity that the men bringing him in had trouble holding on and several had to be brought in just to drag him into the center ring. No, that voice, that rage..

That was Ezio. That was Federico’s little brother.

“Ah! Don’t be afraid Signori, I can assure you, this is our best one.” The orator gestured with his hands as the men literally threw Ezio into the ring; thank God it was caged because Federico knew Ezio could EASILY climb from the small sunken ring with little effort. Another blessing was that his hands were tied so he couldn’t take off his mask, why was Federico considering these things as blessings? Shouldn’t he WANT Ezio to escape, reveal himself to stop this madness from happening?
A part of him silently answered the question for him, No..and he hated himself for it.
“Perhaps he should’ve been an eagle instead of an angel eh?” A patron suggested then laughed and soon other patrons joined in, “Tell me signore…how beautiful is this boy?”
“A heartbreaker..but, you won’t be able to see unless you buy, so please, let us start the bidding at, hmm…1000.” The crowd gasped, 1000 wasn’t an easy number to swallow that amount was high for middle Merchants and sellers. “Come now, surely 1000 is the amount you pay in membership dues.”
“Show us the veracity of your claim of this youth’s beauty!” Another patron demanded and was joined with agreements, the orator nodded and instructed his men to walk in the cage and grab Ezio-a mistake. Even bound, Ezio wasn’t stopping his resistance and kicked one man dead in the center of his chest; the remaining man managed to grab his leg but Ezio followed that with a heel to the face causing the mask to fall off. Sending the beleaguered man to scurry for his lost cover, “Perhaps is one is TOO ferocious, we don’t want to have any scars.”
“Speak for yourself!” A third patron shouted to a roar of the applause, which grew louder once Ezio was finally caught and held in place. The brute sent a vengeful punch directly into the boy’s stomach and that slowed him a bit.
“Ah!! Allow me to show you why!” And the orator tore away Ezio frail silk, revealing his nude form to the audience members; it was almost as if the very air was sucked out the room. Federico stared on silently. It was a marble statue coursing with blood and life, each muscle was finely tuned and sculpted from their training only made more tantalizingly tempting from the fact that Ezio’s skin looked almost tan in the light.
Possessing such a virile form for his tender age of seventeen…the masks thankfully contained the drool that would be pouring from the mouths of the many patrons. Ezio was a savory dish that was just waiting to be consumed..
“Avvizziti pezzo di merda!” Ezio shouted and bucked even harder which by now was looking like a seductive dance to the spectators, if only Federico could tell his brother to STOP fighting and STOP moving like that. He was revealing every precious inch of his form to the hungriest eyes in all Roma right now, “I’ll fucking kill all of you! Io non ho paura di te!”
“I like his spirit, 1000 it is!” Federico immediately eyed the patron in the tiger’s mask, why didn’t he say something!? He HAD 1,000 on him.
“1500!” another interjected. “1750!” followed.
“2000!”
“2300!!”
Federico looked at the bidding; that was above his own limit…he didn’t have that money on hand and now the bidding was approaching 5,000. Merda! He couldn’t hope to afford that, he could never forgive himself if Ezio was passed to someone and he had a chance to save him.
“8,000!” a bidder announced that sent the room still and everyone turned to his direction; for he was the richest man in the club, covered head to toe in black and gold garments that made him appear like a king amongst paupers. He wore the mask of Zeus fittingly and sat still with a glass of wine in his hand almost amused by all the attention he was getting. “He is worth the price, any price.” That seemed directed solely towards Federico, was he speaking to him? He couldn’t say.

Any price...?
Truly….

“10,000!” Federico shouted and the silence broke like glass around them, 10,000 coin, he’s never SEEN 10,000 coin before, the Auditore family was wealthy but not THAT wealthy and certainly not wealthy enough to throw 10,000 coin away in a high class pleasure club like this. He didn’t have the coin on him and doubt he EVER could have that amount on him in his lifetime but the other bidder was correct, for Ezio, he was worth ANY price. The bidder in the Zeus mask laughed his defeat and all eyes went to the orator who had to shake off the shock as well.
“S-SOLD! To the young man in the eagle mask!” There was a round of applause and cheers, which only made Ezio MORE irate and he bucked madly, no! He was not some slave or high class courtesan and he be damned if anyone touched him! He slammed his foot down on his captor’s and wrapped his leg round to toss him over his shoulder and made a mad dash out the cage, “Fermarlo voi deficienti!” If Ezio escaped or revealled the location that would be alot of trouble and possibly the end of his life, the audience took off after him with Federico leading the pack as Ezio dashed through the club’s spacious patio and knocking into servants and masters alike. Federico’s heart was aching, knew what Ezio was thinking, this was hell! I don’t want to be here! I must escape...
Ezio just dashed from room to room frantically looking for something resembling a exit but every room led him into another. Even the vast sea of nude and nubile frames entwining together just made things worse, Ezio was getting excited which was making it hard to run much less focus. He didn’t have time to calm himself much less hide and slid on the smooth marble floor, crashing into vases and small sculptures. Ezio moaned from the pain in his side and scrambled to get to his feet but he really couldn’t see very clearly in this gaudy mask and tried to find someway to take it off so he could get a better sight around him.
Once he heard the shouts of the other men, Ezio made another run for it but this time Federico caught him before he could make it to another room and grabbed him tightly in his arms. That only made him panic and Federico could feel his heartbeating like a manic hummingbird so he held him tighter with all the gentleness he could muster and it was like holding a flame. Ezio was afraid, angry, confused and tired...it was breaking Federico’s heart to see him like this but he had to think clearly to get them out of here.
“Essere ancora il fratello..shhh.” Federico whispered in Ezio’s ear, it felt far more passionate then he intended it to be, Ezio calmed only a little bit...he couldn’t consentrate, he felt like the voice was familiar..
“Ahhhh....youth?!” A fat patron in a pig mask heaved and slapped his hand on Federico’s shoulders, “My, you caught a wild one...we look forward watching you breaking him in.” Federico snapped his head back to him.
“We? I thought I purchased him privately.” And the man laughed as if the question was a trifle.
“This is a sharing club...those we want but cannot have, we watch...” the fat pig laughed so hard that his girth shook with him, Federico had no words...it would be one thing if he had time alone with his brother. At least then they could fake it or something but now it seems that he had no choice...fate was truly against him.
The man in the Zeus mask walked over to Ezio standing exhausted but not flatering in front of the looming tower over him. The moment Ezio motioned his mouth to cast slurs the man punched the boy in the stomach, it was so swift and precise that Ezio couldn’t have been able to protect himself. Federico watched as Ezio fell like a feather to the floor and the men drag him away, he had to think of something...anything to save them.
But his body betrayed his thoughts for escape...he couldn’t deny the hardening form between his legs.
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