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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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The slurping sounds didn’t bother Ezio too much, he’s had plenty of mouths on his cock before...this one however felt so different, it was bigger then a womans yet the skill of the tongue against his cock was no comparison. Federico savored this, it was like a dream made flesh as Ezio filled his mouth, his brother was not a modest size, then again most Auditore men were proud to be sizable men. But this wasn’t a challenge, he was ashamed that he practiced in secret with various fruit and meats then on the rare occassion, Federico would suck one of his purchased pets just to become skilled at the task. All the while thinking about the one person he wanted to impress, now that person unknowingly was in his brother's clutches and how Federico LINGERED in the moment, his body was so taut and tight and molding his fingers into the form of Ezio was heaven. Every part of him seemed that he was MADE for the sole purpose of pleasure, so gorgeous, so trained that even the finger Federico twirled inside his brother strained from the tightness, he pushed the finger deeper into him and found the small shape that sent men to the breaking point. It was a gentle nudge and press and Ezio jolted, he never felt that before, surely this masked man placed some sort of device inside him yet it felt natural, Federico kept at it, pulling his finger back and sucking down or gasping for air and sticking his finger further in. Ezio quivered from the dual assault to his being and watched silently as the man took most of his sticky stock deeper until he muzzled against his little brother’s fine hairs. Ezio sighed, no one has taken him THAT deep before and it was tighter to, he felt the back of this man’s throat and how it closed around his form perfectly. Federico pulled out and switched his angle to cover every inch of his brother, he could feel it twitch inside his mouth and pulled back so he could trace the vein to the base meticulously. All Ezio could do was fall back onto the pillows but when he did, the finger in his ass sprung him back to sitting postition. He forgot that there were finger was still in there and Federico would NOT make him forget again, he slipped in another finger and that sent a jolt straight up Ezio’s back and made him shoot again.
The load decorated the eagle mask before Federico caught the rest of the spray and swallowed it hungily; it was thick and slightly bitter and barely managed to swallow all of it, the remnants of the wine’s drugs filtered through as well and he could savor the sweetness. Ezio collapses back on the cool pillows and Federico pulled his fingers out, it’s what everyone was waiting for, what they were DYING for and Ezio weakly lifted his head to see Federico removing his pants and revealing his full size to everyone.
That size, that was made to impale...and whatever energy Ezio had to resist was jettisoned with the last load, that thing was going to skewer him...fuck, he wasn’t going to enjoy any parts of this. Federico didn’t have to see Ezio’s face to know what he was thinking about, he knew about his size (proudly) and understood the prospect.
“Va tutto bene, mi permetta di fare questo...” Federico begged in a soft whisper and bent between Ezio once again and Ezio did not struggle, he could feel the shivering run through his younger brother right into him. No, Federico said to himself, no, he will not hurt his brother, he will move as gently as possible and drape over his brother. Silence still held the audience in a tight grip as they tried to watch unknowningly as a cardinal sin was being committed right before their eyes. The man in the Zeus mask stopped his two pets and joined the many eyes that awaited the first long push into virgin flesh.
The tip was placed against Ezio’s wet hole.
Federico murmured a prayer for his damned soul.
A push and then a slide.
Then....a scream.
It didn’t matter if Federico went slow, it didn’t matter if he was as gentle as a lamb..the stretching made by his head inside Ezio sent screaming waves of agony through his brother’s body. The scream shook to the very core of Federico, it was so pained, so weak and it shattered the youth's pride and formed itself into his warm confines. The fleshy walls around Federico's cock squeezed from the foreign object making itself known, trying to stop anymore inches from getting inside and Ezio spasmed briefly before reaching his hands up.
Federico thought that Ezio was aiming to choke him, to fight him for this sensual pain filling him past capacity. Figures, of course his precious brother wanted to defend himself...no matter what and he braced for the weak hands around his neck. He braced for the squeezing...for the struggle.
Instead frail arms wrapped around Federico’s neck like a man drowning and trying desperately to stay afloat, Ezio pulled Federico down with him into the pillows and they laid there.
“I-It....hurts...” Ezio whined and swallowed back a sob, “D-Do not treat me...like...I am a woman Culo.”
“B-But...I...” Now it was Federico’s turn to get kissed, more lethal and passionate then any he’s ever had, it was so full of desperate lust and confusion but it mellowed to a clear sending a message to Federico...one for everyone to understand.
FUCKING TAKE ME!
And Federico moved, all of his weight poured into a single thrust that made Ezio shout ‘MERDA!’ so loud that his lungs felt like they would burst. Federico knew not to completely bury himself into his brotherly sheath but he was tempted to oh so tempted to, he kept his eyes on Ezio’s masked face and smothered him with a kiss if a sob escaped his lips. He understood Ezio’s need to pull him in, he wasn’t going to give anyone else the satisfaction of seeing him weak even though NO ONE knew who they were. Mentally to Ezio, this was of paramount importance, he was a man and him being forced into this position was NOT going to take that away from him.
Guilt washed over Federico, in this hidden place and kept secret with this eagle mask was-to Ezio-was an unknown man...a violator, a sodomite, HE was the victim and yet he wasn’t going to allow that. He was going to make this mutual no matter how late it was for him and Federico's vigor began to waver, did he WANT to rape his brother? How could he want that?! Just wanting him was sinful enough and now he craved dominance over him?! What was wrong with him...? Instantly Federico's cock began soften to the point for Ezio to notice it and it displeased him.
“What are you doing? Not going as planned? Eh?” Ezio slurred and gave a light laugh, which just made it worse for Federico, “I am no bitch....you fucked the wrong man, Culo.”
“N-no...it...it’s not that.” Federico mumbled and it was true, he was softening and that couldn't be denied, “You don’t understand...you could never understand this.”
“Your...voice...it is familiar to me...who are..you..?” Federico kept quiet, he spoke far too much and thanked his brother’s occassional bouts of dimness for not picking up who he was, “Feh, you are like my older brother...he never says what he means and never does what he wants...he thinks of his family over his own pleasures, heh, such a noble person." Ezio mused with a slight twinge of annoyance and that just made Federico softer, the truth hurts, "But it makes him more precious to me, I love him so.” Like a second wind, Federico’s cock quickly regained its stiffness, much to Ezio's surprise, “AH!! Wait idiota!”
“Say it...say it again.” Federico chanted and pumped on through, this time not relenting and pushing to the very hilt and in a way he was punishing Ezio for his words, the splitting pain caused white spots to appear behind Ezio’s eyelids and he coughed from the snug fit. “Prego, amore mio ... diciamo di nuovo.” And Federico’s voice dropped to a hauntingly sad and pure timbre. Ezio could barely keep his arms around him, he was slipping deeper into the pillows as Federico drove madly into him and making the lewdest sounds reverbrate, “Please..”
“Ahh..ahh...w-what..s-should I ahh!” Ezio screamed, he didn’t know what to say or WHAT did he say to cause this to happen in the strange man. But the more he shoved into him the more the man made the unknown spot within him pang with each hit, that place, a place Ezio didn’t know existed until moments ago now demanded more attention and each time Federico left it unscathed sent Ezio into madness. Federico came only once but that one shot was like a spray of hot water inside Ezio, coating his insides white and filling him more then he had room for; he grabbed Federico’s face, “Dammi di più!! More! Più difficile, più difficile per favore!!” And he slammed his lips on Federico’s and they tangled together.
They moved as one unit, melding and twisting each moment seemingly unending dance with music in their own heads, the audience released their heaving passions in their passive viewing of these two young souls...drowning in each other moans and burning in sin.
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The early dawn broke and Federico was completely spent, sometime during the act Ezio fell into unconsciousness and THANK GOD for it, his brother's lust was unsatiable but he was convinced that he met and exceeded all of his demands. He had scratches on his back like war wounds and winced when the warm water cascaded against them, the fear of hellfire found a small spot in Federico's head and made it a permanent home there, he wobbled out of the bathing chamber and found his clothes anew. It was the one good thing to come from this night outside of having his sordid dream come true, clean clothes meant NO QUESTIONS and frankly he was plum out of answers to justify what he did this night.
“Giovani signore!” Shouted a middle aged attendant of the den and Federico quickly placed on his mask, “A message is for you.”
“Is it about the cost of the slave? I have to make arrangements-”
“No no, it has been settled, he's been paid for.” Federico had no words, someone PAID for him? How? All patron information was in secret and that included payments as well, if someone paid for his purchase then that meant someone would have HAD to know who he REALLY was?
“Perdonatemi ma che ha fatto questo? Who could have been this generous on my behalf?” the attendant handed him the small envelope and disappeared without saying a word. Federico kept silent, his fear gripped his throat and refused to let go...this made things FAR worse and he opened the envelope to read what was inside. It only contained a single line of text.
‘Grazie per i fratelli divertente spettacolo Auditore.’-Thank you for the enjoyable show Auditore brothers.
It was as if the world collapsed underneath him, someone not ONLY knew who he was but knew it was Ezio in the show as well.
Someone knew it was them, it made all that he did in there pointless..Federico had to find the person who wrote the letter and finished dressing to ask around. Then he saw the slave boys that were once Eros newly cleaned, dressed and given their money for their participation, they didn’t have their masks on and that meant Ezio would be revealed! Merda! That changed everything, he didn’t know how many people knew the truth but he knew he had to get to his younger brother and fast, he ran pass the slave boys looking frantically for Ezio.
But he wasn’t among the ranks. The Den was emptied, all wayward souls wandered home so there was no one left in the entire club...just Federico..alone.

Where was Ezio?

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