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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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Sorry for any misspellings, Ezio is actually eighteen...:sigh: I'm without a beta but rates, comments and crits would be awesome! Thanks for reading!
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Once Ezio was placed back into the cage with his arms and legs chained in gold chains that were controlled by the orator, he revelled in pulling them back so that Ezio couldn't hope to escape or move. The wild boy was trapped and so the show could resume without any more issues, the interior was now set for fornication with pillows, silks, toys and creams; suddenly young men fluttered over to the unconscious boy and began to clean him with warm rags that reeked of rosewater of assorted perfumes. As Ezio came to he wanted to swap the fairies away from him but he still couldn’t use his arms, so he tried to bite them but the damned mask covered over his face completely. The sweet smell was overpowering but the men wiped him clean of sweat and dirt before pouring some special wine in a goblet. They all floated to Federico and placed the wine bottle and goblet in his hands before disappearing into the shadows.
“Come glorious victor, the game is won by you and the prize is yours alone to feast! Tame this wild buck, savor his tenderest meats and allow us to linger in your triumph!” The orator announced with as much pomp and pagentry as he could muster, truthfully he was exhausted by Ezio’s flight and wanted to rest. “Come! Come!! Devour this boy!!”
Federico felt like lead, each step more slow and thunderous, he really had no plan...no means to help them. Could they fight they’re way out? Sure but that wouldn’t be the end of their troubles, this den was famous and exclusive for a reason and for those that talked..death wasn’t the only thing awaiting them. Familial Shame awaited their loved ones, all of their fortunes, their lands...that was all stripped away, the Auditore name would be ruined, their sister will never marry a man of status, their youngest brother would never be able to hold his head up proudly and their parents..the shame would kill them.
Everything felt like a heavier weight on his soul, the price of resistance was shame forever, not just for him and Ezio...their entire family, their name.
Federico looked at Ezio, still trying to regain his senses accurately and mumbling curses as he pulled himself together and bucked against the thick pillows. Oh how he hated being bound...Ezio was freedom and this was no less than torture then he eyed the man in the eagle mask inching closer his rage flared again.
“Vaffanculo!!! I am no boy!” He prayed his words were a weapons and it was all he had left to defend himself. “Keep away from me or I swear I’ll fucking kill you!!” the audience chuckled at his defiance, they were going to enjoy his muffled moans and some prepared themselves by removing their garments while others ordered for the fairy boys to return to sate them. Federico was standing between his brother legs and looked down at him, there he was, his young body heaving with panic and the realization of the coming assault. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” there was so much venom in his voice, it reached a timbre that seemed older then he was currently and his golden brown eyes flashed fire. If they could kill with a gleam, Federico would be a smoldering pile of ashes.
Ezio, if you could understand the position you put me in...no, our family in. You would understand how this decision pains me and why I must do it....wouldn’t you?
Federico bends to Ezio’s concealed face, he knew the beauty that was hidden underneath, he knew the lips, the curves...in his cruel dreams they mocked him and evermore in reality, they mocked him.
Then...it came to Federico.
If there was going to be shame, it would only be on him...Ezio was strong, he would be angry for a moment but he will spring back more vibrant. THAT was his nature, he wouldn’t carry this night forever.
The shame, the guilt, this should only be Federico’s to carry. He would go to his grave with this on his conscence not Ezio. He felt he should at least spare his precious little brother this.
That actually made things more easier at least that’s what Federico resolved because this was GOING to happen and gently lifts the mask just above his brother’s lips, he looked at the small scar on the left side of his lips and kissed it. Not without resistance, Ezio pushed against the tender kiss that almost sent Federico to the floor so he increased the pressure and Ezio slowly relented against it. The kiss wasn’t like that of a woman, the force was seemingly crushing and at the same time melting every part of him. It lingered in his body before Federico removed himself and returned with his slipped tongue in his brother mouth, he looked in Ezio’s eyes as they turned into honey coloured discs that's when Federico felt the bite and pulled out cursing.
“Spoiled Piccola Cagna!” Ezio growled with as much hate in his body and spits at Federico, “Try it again Stronzzo! I’ll tear it out your fucking skull!”
“Use the wine!! The wine!!” A spectator shouted from the heights and Federico looked at the goblet, he actually forgot he was holding it and slightly miffed from the bite; he roughly grabbed Ezio’s face and lifted the mask high enough to shove the tip of the goblet pass his lips and poured the wine in. Ezio gagged and tried to move his head from the coming flow but most enters and he has to swallow or choke, once Federico felt he had enough he removed the goblet from his lips.
It took a moment but Ezio began to relax and slowly his breathing became more focused and his skin reddened. He began to fidget and moan, almost as if he wanted to scratch himself...clearly he wasn’t happy but his body responded so immediately that everyone started to murmur. The first moans were still maintaining the youth and roughness of an irrate man, the second set were melting into the most sensual and meek cries they ever heard. Ezio was so embarassed by this, his voice and body was betraying him and all he could do was look at his cock becoming half stock then stood completely at attention from the focused eyes in the room. Every inch on his body prickled and heated, he was going to come at any moment.
“Mi Dio...what is in this..?” Federico wondered out loud
“Coriander...effective yes?” The man in the Zeus mask responded, he had two young men sucking on his form and laughed at Ezio's erotic thrashing, just looking at Ezio like this was turning Federico on madly and Ezio's body jerked and twisted with the growing hunger within him. It was like there were fingers tickling and searching all over his body, this feeling was incredible and terrifying all at once...Federico kept his eyes on his brother as he was in the middle of a spasm, his cock slowly drooled precum and he struggled through the binding of the chains to touch himself but he couldn’t. Federico look at the patrons and saw that many were already in the throes of lust either by themselves or with a pet, he wanted to block everything out but his senses denied him that. The billowing smells of sweat and sex carried on their very voices, he just returned his glances at his writhing brother..
“P-p-please...s-stop...merda..” Ezio babbled, his voice slurring from the desire consuming him, if he could form words they would be a long string of curses ending with the tenderest of moans.
“Tell me....tell me what you want me to do?” Federico asked Ezio who looked at him with so much rage and guilt, “Tell me what you want..”
“U-unchain..me.” Ezio growled with the false strength in his voice made the command sound like a purr instead but when Federico didn’t answer, Ezio moaned softly, “Poi per l'amor di Dio, losen them at least!?” That sounded more reasonable and he looked at the slackjawed orator and nodded as his chains’ hold losened to allow him to stretch his hands down and grab his cock ravenously, “I-I refuse...to let another man..such as you touch me. Make do with just watching instead Culo!”
Federico couldn’t believe his brother and yet here he was, stroking himself with a slow lingering vigor that sent waves of desperate gasps throughout the audience, Federico just kept staring at Ezio. Despite the disgruntled look upon his face and the constant muttering of curses, Ezio was completely being consumed by the drugged wine. Damn the mask! Federico cursed, if only he could see Ezio’s face at this moment, all he could do was imagine what it looked like now as small beads of sweat decorated his brow and slid seductively down his smooth jaws. His chest heaved and he rocked back when the rising came and Ezio couldn’t stop the sly smile etching forth...it felt so good doing this and he ACTUALLY forgot his predictament, that or he no longer gave a damn.
Federico could see in his mind Ezio licking his lips, the small scar still healing against them making a odd stop and prod for his tongue. Oh if only he could see that face, instead he watched as Ezio leaned back into an exqusite orgasm, it was quite a gush of white that no one expected much less Federico.
His little brother had sex more times than Federico could count on BOTH of his hands, he knew Ezio was in some lady’s bed 5 out of the 7 days of the week. It was amazing there weren’t bastards running around in Firenze or if they were, they were surely ugly and beyond the Auditore notice. Still the amount that poured from Ezio’s cock looked otherworldly, it had to be the power of youth and watching his brother peform this made him look so old in comparison. The pallid flow trailed down his cock and brushed against Federico’s thighs, it was as if it was an invitation of sorts...
The silence in the room was crushing, it appeared as if everyone was on the same page as Federico...all eyes on Ezio as he sprawled on the pillows after spending one load. He wasn’t done, no, not by a long shot and the still rock hard form dribbling before everyone made that fact clear. By this time Ezio could no longer pleasure himself, he tried to move to touch himself again and even tried to stretch his hands to finger himself, something he never bothered to do before but the chains retracted back ever so slightly, cruelly denying him anymore self pleasure and he loudly cursed himself. Damn this mask, it was making it hard to breathe and since Ezio could now move his arms at bit; he motion to tear away the mask and made it just above his nose before Federico pounced on his body and silenced his rage with a deep kiss.
“No fratello...no..” Federico whispered and resumed to explore Ezio’s mouth roughly, God how his tongue made Ezio’s body shiver and he tried to bite down again with no luck. His body shuttered another spurt from his cock and Federico looked at the growing mess before him, “You were always so messy..”
“W-who...are..ahhh..” Ezio sighed when Federico touched his chest, now everything on him crackled like a log on the fire and Federico sent his mouth around the nape and adam’s apple as it bobbed up in down struggling to swallow the swealtering perfumed air. He glanced at Ezio’s eyes within the mask, how honey brown they were...tears were glossing over them. “Plea-ase..t-touch..”
“Where? Here?” Federico left hand ventured lower until the fingers danced on Ezio’s tight stomach then decending to this crotch and he gathered a small amount of the seed before finally he pressed upon the very gates of his sin, the object of his internal struggle.. entrance point of his brother. Ezio released a throaty moan once he felt Federico’s finger on his hot hole, “Have you ever...filled this place?” Ezio shook his head and Federico began to suck on his nipples then slowly dragged his tongue down past his nipples, waist until he was in plain view of Ezio’s bubbling form,“Tell me...tell me that you want this filled..?” and he tapped his seed covered finger against the opening.
“Fill it damn you!” Ezio shouted, he didn’t care anymore, pride be damned and Federico tried to stifle the laughter in his throat. He was already swimming in sin so this wasn’t going to stop him for it was far too late to turn back, he gently prodded his ring finger inside and enveloped his mouth around Ezio flesh.
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