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Feathers	By : Jenovasilver Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 2479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed nor it's characters and I make NO money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Feathers
- 2-Kiss
- 3-Race
- 4-Wings
- 3
- 4
Final Chapter, I hope you enjoyed it, I'm sorry...I'll try to make something without so much sadness....thank you for reading!
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“Federico! Federico wake up! Federico!” Ezio softly shouted through the window bars, he hung there above the dizzying heights of the city, it was completely nightfall and the cool air did nothing to quell the sickening heat bubbling in Federico’s body. He was filthy, his thighs burned from the slaps and punches of the guards left earlier…between them was another story, dried seed and blood crusted making a sordid paint trail on his skin. Ezio’s voice was straining, once he heard the choking sob, Federico finally was able to stir and turned over.
“Do ... non piangere fratellino...I..could not bare it.” Federico coughed and tried to stand to bring up his pants but he couldn’t and fell over. “Figli di puttana!”
“Are you strong enough to escape with me?”
“E-escape? How?” Ezio shook the bars and used his knife to try to loosen the bars, Federico laced up his pants and lurched his way to Ezio, “Have you spoken to padre?”
“I found you first...I have not made to Petruccio or father yet.” Ezio heaved, climbing here wasn’t easy even in his youth and the risk of falling was great. He looked so distraught and scared and Federico limped over to him, “Fratello..I do not understand, they said that we are traitors, madre is in such a state and Claudia.” Federico touches Ezio face, he’s rarely seen his brother frightened and Federico tried moving the bars but they weren’t coming free. Not with the present tools Ezio had, he wanted to escape with him..to get to his father and Petruccio.
But once they were free, where would they go? Petruccio wouldn’t be able to make the climb much less the battle to escape with them, then there was actually fleeing the city...they would be on the run, hunted. It didn’t matter if they were free, they were prisoners of a lie, so it was paramount that the Auditores cleared their name or they could never hold their heads up with pride again.
“Dearest Ezio, you must go to padre...he will be able to help you better than I can.”
“W-what?! But Federico-” he was silenced with a heavy kiss, Federico’s lips melded with Ezio with his tongue diving deeper into his mouth...searching and twisting his tongue. Ezio almost lost his balance and Federico relinquished his hold.
“Go Ezio...speak to father. We haven’t much time...do as I say!” Ezio looked at his brother in mixed desire and sadness. He nodded and climbed up the tower with Federico reaching up just to touch the passing leg as if he was passing strength. This was his decision...
His last kiss...
Federico didn’t sleep, he couldn’t sleep...not anymore and not after he heard the guards shouting outside and the pounding footsteps rushing past his cell. They found Ezio and panic gripped him, no, not Ezio...please God not him, he was their only hope and if he was caught Federico feared what would be done to him.
He heard the guards whispers, what they would do to Ezio’s pretty face, oh the disgusting things they had in their minds. Federico knew he was raped, Petruccio and even padre met the same fate, humiliation to destroy their spirits...but they picked the wrong family, they were the Auditore! Such shame wouldn’t wound them, they would rise from it..conquer it and bring all of those responsible to justice.
The guards weren’t having much luck with Ezio and Federico smiled proudly, Ezio was freedom...you couldn’t hope to contain that spirit no matter what.
He wondered what his father would tell Ezio, Federico hoped it would be something that could save them...they had many friends from their father’s association with the Assassins so while this matter was uncomfortable. They will have their chance to regain their honor, Ezio would ensure that, he would find those with the power to free them...to save them from the gallows.
Yes, yes everything would be okay...everything will work out. Hell, would not get his soul...not this time.
Federico closed his eyes but he didn’t sleep, he couldn’t...even now with the small fluttering of hope in his heart. He remembered his kiss with Ezio, that frightened face coated with sweat and dirt from climbing to get to his cell. Those cold bars keeping them apart...it wouldn’t be so in the morning, in the morning he will embrace Ezio tightly, he will pour all his love and adoration on him.
And in the night, they will find each other, tangled bodies and twisted limbs...he feel Ezio’s flesh against his stomach and lick every firm area that his mouth can fit around, there he’ll form a heated circle around his nipples. Anywhere and everywhere..
His nails will leave lines of red marks across Ezio’s shoulders, the hot form will leave him speechless and he’ll cry out from the sweetest agony filling him..but he won’t yield, he’ll demand more and more. To melt away the gunk inside him from this nightmare. Ezio will be the cure, there is no medicine more potent...no love more true or pure. A blindingly beautiful light entered Federico’s soul, something clear and soft almost like a whisper but he couldn’t make out the words.
Sleep...it told him to sleep and he did, reluctantly.

The dawn came, such a beautiful day in Firenze...there was a crowd as they were herded into the gallows...so many times Federico had seen them..those of the guilty put to their end but he never doubted their guilt. Now here he was, with his father and small Petruccio walking together, he looked at them...how worn they were? He saw familiar faces, Uberto was there and the fluttering of hope became a strong flapping of eagle wings even as the ropes were placed around their necks.
Uberto Alberti was a close friend to the Auditores...his position allowed him all the power he needed to save them. It was over, yes..it was over.
“In the absence of any compelling evidence, I am bound to pronounce you guilty. You and your collaborators are hereby sentenced to death.”
Time...seem to move slowly, Federico heard the deafening roar of the crowd as the sentence was pronounced and in the corner of Federico’s eye, he saw a figure in white...completely in white and recognized the clothing and insignia, those were his father’s robes.
An assassin...in his father’s robes.
Ezio...it was Ezio.
Federico was always told that those robes would be adorned on him, that his father would pass them to him as the privilege of being the First Born..and how he truly wanted to wear them. He dreamed of it. The hood concealed Ezio’s face but Federico could still see his pain...the betrayal.
"You are the traitor, Uberto - and one of them! You may take our lives this day, but we will have yours in return, I swear! We will-"
He felt the rope tightening as the floor gave way and his body fell.
Everything felt soft...now as he sees Ezio adorned in the robes of their father...how elegant he made them as he struggled trying to get to them, his voice straining as he pleaded for their lives. Not understanding how this could have happened and was knocking guards over in his mad pursuit to get to them, to stop this.The bright glow of white in the sun, the trickery of the light and how beautiful Ezio made everything seem, he stretched out his hands...the robes and the blades around and behind him....almost like they were..
Wings.
No do not cry fratello...do not make such a face. I am not afraid...this was fate, I was fated to this just as I was fated to love you. To love you and to never have you...truly, I regret nothing..we are eagles, we try to keep them, our feathers...even as we soar into the heavens.

......but they always fall no matter how beautiful.

The snap was quick, it was dark that scattered to a calming white.

Feathers-END
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