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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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This is the final chapter! Thank you for reading, sorry for any of the spelling/grammatical errors and I hope you enjoyed the story!
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It was nearly noon and Ezio was spent after their sex session and Lorenzo sent some attendants to clean the young Auditore while he and Federico remained in the patio. Federico was depleted as well, he had no energy to engage in anything other than sleeping but he remained awake for Ezio’s sake. Both men were silent towards each other and it was no secret to Lorenzo why Federico’s tongue was still, he knew the boy was angry...
“That was very relaxing, I thank you figli di Giovanni...now, I am prepared to handle my daily activities completely sated.” Lorenzo grinned with the implications, Federico softly shook his head before finding the words to address him.
“You truly haven’t revealed your plans for us signore..?” And Federico ran his fingers through his hair, it was still slightly damp from his bath, “You don’t plan on ending all of this here.”
“Oh? What makes you think that?”
“I have ears, signore...I heard your voice. What did you whisper in Ezio’s ear?” Lorenzo stared at him surprised, he didn’t think Federico noticed but he did which now changed things and seeing Lorenzo caught off guard was refreshing for Federico, “You wish for him to become your lover...don’t you?”
“Perhaps, when he is older.”
“Did he agree?”
“Perhaps those answers are best given from the boy himself.” Lorenzo sipped his tea, “Signore Auditore, you love your brother enough to sin this far with him...but you know such infatuation cannot last. Your brother is not one to be saddled to one lover or the next, I can tell these things.”
“How? What makes you so certain of my brother’s fate?” Federico responded, probably a little more desperate than he anticipated and Lorenzo stared at him.
“That, your father will have the answers you are seeking.”
“What?! Mio padre?” Lorenzo merely sipped his tea without answering and that kept Federico quiet, could it be that Lorenzo and Giovanni had a relationship? They were always friends, even in their younger days, Lorenzo is even quite aware of the Assassin’s Guild and the training he and Ezio were undertaking. But was the relationship between his father and the Statesman more then friendly? Did mother know? Lorenzo stood up and walked to the small plum tree in his garden before him and basked in the noonday sun, it was a tad warm but it wasn’t enough to cause any discomfort. The marketplace was filled with people conversing back and forth with little care of the machinations that controlled their lives from those in higher positions and on a whim, can destroy everything they valued in the veil of ‘Humility’ and ‘Order’.
Lorenzo knew he was no Saint and never sought to be one, the world that he lived in wasn’t so black and white...and in time, it would unravel. He just hoped that some good will come from it.
“I am a lover of beauty, my status allows me to behold all the joys in life and its tragedies, everyday I deal with both and sometimes ugliness in the hearts of men is all I see.” He reach for a small plum hanging on its branch, it was still young, “I feel as in my life I have tasted all the ripe and bitterness it had to offer, yet...when I laid with young Ezio, I was renewed. He still is so young, my mind never indulged in such fancies...I was raised to become what you see before me. Although, I have no regrets still there are times I wish my path lead me somewhere differently...”
“You mean....my father?” Lorenzo pulled on the plum but he didn’t tear it from it’s connection to the tree.
“He is one of many...but he is one I cherish above all others.”
“You seek my brother to replace him?” And Lorenzo spun to face Federico, almost furious at his response then he cooled himself as there was some truth to it.
“Replace? No, I seek only to remind myself of that which I lost...that is all.” And Lorenzo left the small plum alone, he looked up as Ezio walked down the stairs slowly, “Ah! You are rested?”
“N-Not completely..tch, ahh..” Ezio complained and cracked his back, he wasn’t in too much pain and returned a warm smile to the Statesman. “However now, we need to return home, mother is probably completely mad with worry.”
“Si, si, as you should, giovane Ezio...remember what I told you, do not forget it.”
“How can I forget something that was tied to such a memory?” And Lorenzo belted a heavy laugh and walked to the boy, he kissed his hand then pulled him into an embrace, “Tch! Ahhh...”
“Older, when you are older.” Lorenzo reached his arms out to Federico and he walked to his brother, “For now, take him home and rest. Grazie ad entrambi.” Both Ezio and Federico bowed and left the estate, only Federico glanced behind him and met eyes with Lorenzo before they were gone from his sight.
The walk back to their palazzo was pretty quiet, Ezio wasn’t repelled by his brother but he didn’t say much to him either and he didn’t look at him as well. Federico wanted to say something, he wanted to talk to Ezio completely without either of them laying down with someone’s cock in their mouth but he couldn’t form the words.
So he kept quiet, all the way home. There was tension was for days afterwards...
The tension got so bad that Federico couldn’t stay in the house and went out training with his father, it was all he could do to but even in training his focus was off and several times his father caught him in a attack that could have easily ended his life if they were against real foes. Giovanni was NOT pleased, he knew Federico was skilled and was more than agile then this stumbling buffoon in before him.
“What is wrong with you mio figlio? This will not do.” Giovanni sighed and helped his son up, “I have trained you far better then this, how will your brothers learn from your example if you are faltering now?”
“Le mie scuse father...I...have alot on my mind.”
“There will be times where such an excuse will be of no use to you.” And Giovanni held his sword near Federico’s neck, “A Templar will not wait for you to collect your thoughts to resume a proper battle.”
“I-I know father...” But Federico was half listening, he really tried to pay attention to the wise words his father was relaying him, “It is...difficult to describe, this ache.”
“A woman?” Giovanni asked him and Federico shook his head, “A man?” Federico looked straight up at his father and he gave his son a small smile, “Si, male or female..heartache is the same. Some wound more deeply then others.” And Giovanni seated himself right beside his eldest son.
“But..it is more then that! Nights ago I...”
“You need to sort it out with him.”
“How...?”
“That is something you will have to solve your own way. Just as I have.” Federico stared at his father, the questions were on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be released however he was right. He had to settle with Ezio, to come to an understanding....
And it would be tonight. He refused to let this go pass another day.
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This night...much like the nights before, Federico couldn’t rest, he waited until everyone was completely asleep before venturing out but not for a trip to the pleasure den, he decided to never go again because he would never be satisfied again. And that’s when it hit him, eventually he’ll have to move on, he’ll have to love Ezio as a brother again and nothing more, he’ll have to marry and carry on the blood of the Auditore. This was his fate as well as Ezio’s and the youngest brother, Petruccio’s..who he prayed would survive to become a stronger man.
They had their whole lives in front of them…a unseen future, he was now an Assassin yet he had gone on no real missions..but that time was approaching and he felt ready. However like his father told him, he HAD to clear his thoughts, he had to be ready to fight and defend his family, the Creed and himself. It was the oath he took…
The night air was cold as he stood there in their humble garden with his training sword in his hand and he stabbed in the frozen earth. Then Federico stared up at the full moon and the small twinkle of the heavens above him, praying and trying desperately to piece this sordid puzzle together.
“What are you doing awake, fratello?” Ezio’s voice whispered and caught Federico off guard, he turned to him standing in the doorway with his training sword between his belt. He looked like he just woke up and his hair was mussed around his face.“Tomorrow there is a lot of work to be done. Padre is making me an errand boy.”
“You should feel honored and you move quickly…do not worry, it will all be worth it someday.”
“Someday? For what? You and father have been telling me that since I was younger and I have yet to know why?” Ezio asked, he wasn’t aware what the training was for…Federico was like that too when he was Ezio’s age, father was waiting to tell him about the Order. “Cazzo, you wont tell me either..”
“Be patient..but I forget that waiting was not your favourite activity.”
“When is it anyone’s?” Ezio shrugged and walked over to his brother, “Father tells me you are faltering in your training, he instructs me to whip you back into proper form.”
“What? He…said..” Federico’s voice trailed off, Giovanni knew that Ezio, while very skilled wasn’t in his brother’s league yet, why would he….unless..
Did Giovanni know?
Federico looked up towards his parents window as the curtains closed, signaling that his hunch was correct.
“So, let us train until you are favorable to father again,” Ezio yawned and his brother nodded, “I do not want to be up all night…”
“You won’t, I promise.”
The two brothers clashed albeit slower and precise, it was night so the loud crashing of metal was sure to wake up everyone in the household and they wanted to avoid that. Together they met blade after blade, strike after strike…Ezio had improved since the last time they trained like this. He was quicker and exact with his strikes but Federico still had the upperhand in strength, he came at Ezio like a bull, rushing and bringing his weight down on his brother’s blade almost as if he could break it. Furiously, Federico sparred with Ezio, pushing himself to fight against the hurt in his chest, the confusion in his heart and the realization that he could NEVER have Ezio.
How it stung him, how he would have to let him go…he would have to watch Ezio grow into a man and eventually join the Order if he wanted to. But Ezio craved freedom…how could he fit in the Order with his heart like that?
Then…there was the risk of losing his brother completely, what if he fell in battle? What if he died never knowing the truth of what he did in the den? What if Ezio never forgave him for what happened with Lorenzo? He NEEDED to know.
Federico couldn’t shake his thoughts of his brother and he didn’t try..
His sword flung out of his hands until it flipped and stabbed the ground and Ezio’s blade pressed against Federico’s throat.
“You are somewhere else…why?”
“You ask yet you know the answer!”
“Do I? What do you want me to say?”

“Do you despise me?” Federico looked at his brother, nearly in tears, “I have done…something unforgivable and yet I don’t regret it…still, I do not know.” Ezio lowered himself down so he was face to face with Federico, he’s never seen him cry before, “If I could…if it would mean life would return to the way it was before.” Ezio tossed his sword away and placed his hand over Federico’s eyes, “E-Ezio…?” the next thing he felt was a small kiss planted on his lips.
“No mask this time.”
“Ezio….I…you have to let me-”
“There are no words to justify why fratello. And I am not seeking them…not anymore.” Ezio murmured in Federico’s ear, “I know I love you…no matter what, and I will, forever.” He moved his hand from Federico’s eyes and smiled at him as he removed his tunic, “I have no more to say…do you?” Federico had no more words, his questions will be there but he was sure the future will make this clearer for him…he’ll ask those lingering doubts that lay in the corners of his heart.
Now, here in the cold night air with his brother staring down at him, the impact of the small kiss fading from his lips and Federico stopped thinking, he stopped fearing. He closed into Ezio’s lips like a moth to a flame and locked himself there, his tunic instantly feeling like a heavy coat he tore away just so he could share the contact of their bare skin. Federico laid on the earth with Ezio over him, his warm tongue dragging down the center of his chest and then nipples but Federico just wanted to kiss and touch and Ezio complied happily. Their hands found the areas they wanted to squeeze and massage and they wrestled on the cold soil, not caring who did what…as long as they were united in this single pleasure.
Federico didn’t have to worry anymore about how Ezio thought about him, all of that was made vivid in the night they share together…his soul never felt freer or at peace. No traps, no other eyes, no other meanings or devices….just the two of them together and they remained there until sleep claimed them.
Ezio was his brother, that’s who he was and couldn’t be anymore then that and he vowed to always be there to protect him, no matter what harm would befall him. Federico could justify the means no matter they were, no matter the price…because he loved him above all others.
Any price….?
...........Until the flame of his life was snuffed out..
Yes.

END
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Look for the Follow up-Feathers coming soon!
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