Good mornging angel, my darling angel [Complete]
Who: Ezio Auditore and Suzaku Kururugi
When: Thursday Morning
Where: Ezio's room
Summary: Suzaku wakes up in a strangers bed to a bit more of a morning surprise than he wanted.
Rating: PG mostly
Warnings: Italian sexy talking
"Il mio amore dolce, bella donna. Ho perso il calore del tuo seno. (My sweet love, beautiful woman. I've missed the warmth of your bosom.)" Ezio murmured as he curled up against the figure in his arms. One hand absently drifted down, brushing against the smooth curve of the stranger's hip. He smiled in his sleep, the soft humming of the music drifting into the back of his mind as he pressed his lips against an ear, nose brushing through soft hair. He had missed the feel of waking with someone wrapped in his arms, waiting for that early morn ravishing. His hips rocked forward, rutting a little against the thin leg between his.
"Cosa stai pensando? (What are you thinking of?)" He murmured in that ear, fingers squeezing as he chuckled softly. Ezio smiled in his sleep then, groaning gently as he started to actually come around.
...This week was getting increasingly more stressful for Suzaku. Things about breaks in the space-time continuum, his and Lelouch's intense discussion the other day, disco lights all around this place, and now a strange, naked man was holding him in his sleep and whispering in some foreign language. It sounded-- Italian? He didn't know, but it was something that he couldn't speak. He knew English, and his Japanese was stilted from disuse, but it certainly wasn't either of those.
What had happened last night? One minute, he'd gone to sleep by himself, in his own room. Now he was in his boxers in some guy's bed, his leg between his thighs, and. Er. There were things with hips. He hadn't woken up like this for a while. At least he'd known what the hell was going on then. There was rave music pounding in the background. Suzaku was going stiff as a board in Ezio's arms, eyes darting around the room for some kind of escape. It would have been easy to shove him off and bolt, but this place had-- some weird people in it. Suzaku didn't know what the hell he was dealing with. His voice was kind of small when he finally spoke up, and an octave or two too high. "I-- huh? I don't... follow."
"Bella donna cosa stai parlando? (Beautiful woman, what are you talking about?)" Ezio mumbled, shifting in his sleep. He ground his hips a little more against the warmth between his legs. He laughed softly again, opening his eyes slowly. He rolled to his back as he stretched and yawned. "Do not be sad, Bella donna..." Ezio mumbled, not quite aware of his surroundings yet.
The background music was his first real clue that he was not tucked safely away in his pleasant dreams anymore, followed quickly by the strange decor on the walls. Frowning, he turned to look at the 'woman' that was occupying the same space in the bed. But he didn't find a woman with beautiful, flowing locks of sweet auburn hair. He found a youthful boy with large green eyes staring back at him.
"MERDA!" He cried out, almost falling from the bed as he sat up straight.
Bella what? He kept saying 'bella'. Maybe he thought that was Suzaku's name. Bella. There was way too much with hip rubbing, and Suzaku let out another uncomfortable sound, edging away from Ezio before anything else started-- coming up, and he was indeed staring. He hadn't gone to sleep in this guy's bed. He hadn't even seen him before! So why was he in here now? He couldn't have gotten drunk or something like that, could he? Some kind of hallucinogen? Roofies? Did they even have that stuff here?
Only the other man looked as shocked as Suzaku did, so he certainly wasn't in on it either. "Yeah, so that can-- stop now--" Suzaku stammered out, awkwardly, promptly flipping himself off the bed and backing into the wall. He was only in a pair of navy blue, checkered boxers, and feeling a bit weird to be in some stranger's room, thank you very much. "What the hell is going on?"
Well, little man, if he knew that, he wouldn't be standing with a sheet wrapped about his bare waist. He was shorter than the boy, he noted, but other than that, he was significantly larger. He sighed a little before he scrubbed his hand through his hair as he took a heavy breath. "I do not know." He wasn't sure he wanted to know for that matter. When he had gone to sleep, there had been no one in his bed, save him.
"I am ceasing to wonder at the things that happen here," he admitted after a moment, thankful that the room was dim. His cheeks blushed a bit as he made a soft, embarrassed noise. "Mi pardoni, my behavior... in the bed was uncalled for."
He paused again, before adding on, "My name is Ezio Auditore da Firenze... And why did someone put you in my bed?"
Little man? Yeah, Suzaku was quite a bit taller than Ezio was. The other man had more muscle tone, for sure, but that wasn't to say that Suzaku wasn't positive he could handle him, if need be. He doubted he'd need it, since the man seemed more embarrassed and, well, confounded than anything. And since he still had a sheet around his waist. He'd just been rubbing up on Suzaku's leg. Buh. Suzaku scrubbed at his face to make sure he wasn't just dreaming.
"Being a five-year-old and now I'm in naked Italians' beds," Suzaku was muttering under his breath, lowly, not that this-- was a first time thing for him or anything, but he was mildly thankful for the music just next door, himself. That name he'd been given, quite the mouthful. Suzaku silently repeated it to himself, to try to seal it into his memory. "My name is Suzaku Kururugi. I can't exactly say how this happened, I just ended up here. It's not as if I was let in on some kind of plan before. Is this your room?"
That was right, Suzaku Kururugi, you were just in bed with a short, naked Italian. You could claim something that others can't. Of course now he seemed less that sure what to do with himself. "Suezacu Curaruge? A pleasure..." Though he'd rather it had been under slightly different circumstances. What was he supposed to do with this?
"Uh, if you wouldn't mind...my clothing..." He pointed at the dresser that Suzaku was standing beside, and smiled a little. "Unless you don't mind my indecent nature." That was a joke. Please hand him his clothing.
That... was not at all his name. At all. But Suzaku didn't want to deal with him naked anymore, no. He let out a vague sound that was not unlike a mouse being trodden on, and turned back to the dresser, tugging open a drawer. He gave a shake of his head, pulling out something very... colorful and neon and looking back to Ezio, confusedly.
"You wear this?"
If he'd had cat ears like the boy he'd spoken to a few days again, they would have sagged down as his face soured. He'd forgotten about those robes. "No, not normally at least." He said softly, rubbing his forehead with an exasperated sort of sigh. This week would not, could not, end fast enough to please him. "I believe it is a... uh, joke. Normally they are much less... bright."
He smiled a little though, taking them as Suzaku handed them over. Turning his back to the boy, he pulled the first few layers on. It was not ideal, but he was clothed. "You might find something else to wear as well, if you wished to be more clothed yourself. I do not think I will miss the clothing."
Was he sure? Suzaku was quite a bit taller than Ezio. He figured these wouldn't work as well. They were awfully bright. It wouldn't have been the first time that Suaku had worn something... quite so vibrant though. Even before the Britannian uniforms and all their weird, tight outfits, he'd been all over the brighter colors when he was younger. And anything was better than just his boxers. "Yeah, okay, thanks, man. Ezio."
He handed over a few things to Ezio, hoping he was getting everything. It looked like there were a few layers, each brighter than the next. The pants were practically leggings. They... were going to be drastically short on him. Er. He yanked a pair on himself, wrestling with the ties. "They colored all of this on you, then? Probably with the theme of the week?"
"I can only assume as much." Ezio answered. He tried not to think too much about what the boy was saying, and simply skipped to what he thought the sentences meant. English, it seemed, had become quite lazy. Hard to be surprised, really. He adjusted the robes carefully before adding each layer over it until he was fully dressed. Turning about he looked like a much different man.
"Are you alright with that?" But then, when he got a good look at the boy, he laughed. A good, deep laugh.
Yeah, Suzaku was still on the pants. "They just... tie, right?" He was knotting them, awkwardly, in the front, but it didn't feel right. He hadn't even gotten to the issue of the millions of colorful shirts yet. He was pretty sure he was going to just pick one and roll with it.
"Signore, you've put them on backwards." Oh, it was like watching a child dress himself for the first time. Smirking, Ezio pulled the cuff of his sleeves out, shaking his head. "The tie goes to your back."
"...Oh." He knew that. Suzaku stepped out of the pants and back into them again, tied them properly - he hoped - and frowning minutely. "You're not from this century, are you?" he asked, curiously, turning back to the other clothes and... grabbing what looked like a bright blue hoodie. With a giant V-neck. Oh, hell. It was better than nothing.
"I last recall it being the year 1499, so... no, I suppose I am not. All of this is... new." By 'all of this' he literally meant everything. He watched as the boy finished dressing, before nodding a bit absently. "I suppose the next thing is to figure out why we've awoken together. I must admit, had you been of the fairer sex, I doubt I would have minded so much."
Oh, wow. "That's... quite a leap," Suzaku admitted, lowly, once he'd finished tugging on the shirt. "Last I knew, it was 2018. This place must be pretty confusing." The shirt was big for him, and didn't tie as tightly and easily as the pants, so one side kept slipping off his shoulder. He tugged it back up again, flushing mildly at the last comment. "But I'm not. A girl. At all." And you are clearly a male and he noticed that pretty quickly.
Ezio chuckled, before moving to help the boy. As amusing as this whole event was, he'd rather send the child on his way and tend to other things. Such as looking in on Kite. He couldn't help but worry about that boy's cough. "Let me show you." He said, swatting Suzaku's hands away before he adjusted the fabric and tied it the way it needed to be. "2018?..." He couldn't even think of the words for how strange the thought of the future was. "I cannot say the future seems so appealing."
He felt a little stupid - an 18-year-old that needed someone to dress him - but these clothes were... confusing and, whatever, he was fine now, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly as Ezio fixed it for him. "Thanks. What's so bad about the future?" Not that Suzaku could think of a number of awesome things about it, not right now. "It's kind of daunting, especially one so far away. I can't imagine anything being in 2500."
"Do you want a list of things? I could come up with a few." He smirked a little at the boy as he stepped back. "There is... Well, it just is not how I imagined things. But then very little is." Shrugging, Ezio set his hands on his hips and smiled. "Now they you are presentable, Signore, I'm sure there are people looking for you."
"It's not ALL bad. I've seen some good, and more than enough redeemable people." It was hard to keep being the optimist, in a place like this. When, er, he was getting kicked out. Suzaku adjusted the shirt again, nodding once. "Yeah. Things never turn out how you want them. Um. Thanks for the clothes. I should get out of your hair." He supposed he should have been pretty glad. ...Leg being humped aside, this could have ended up a lot worse. There were some dangerous people here, with skills that Suzaku had never seen before.
"Yeah, plenty of people worried about me." Tons and tons! "Sorry for taking up your time and all. And-- nice to meet you?" Even if you violated me in my sleep a little and it was kind of weird.
Ezio would have been happy to point out that Suzaku woke up in his bed, so it wasn't really his fault. A healthy, grown man usually had a healthy sexual appetite. "Do not worry, and... I apologize for your awakening. But next time, try sleeping in your own bed, no?" He grinned then, bowing his head. "The best to you, Signore Curaruge."
When: Thursday Morning
Where: Ezio's room
Summary: Suzaku wakes up in a strangers bed to a bit more of a morning surprise than he wanted.
Rating: PG mostly
Warnings: Italian sexy talking
"Il mio amore dolce, bella donna. Ho perso il calore del tuo seno. (My sweet love, beautiful woman. I've missed the warmth of your bosom.)" Ezio murmured as he curled up against the figure in his arms. One hand absently drifted down, brushing against the smooth curve of the stranger's hip. He smiled in his sleep, the soft humming of the music drifting into the back of his mind as he pressed his lips against an ear, nose brushing through soft hair. He had missed the feel of waking with someone wrapped in his arms, waiting for that early morn ravishing. His hips rocked forward, rutting a little against the thin leg between his.
"Cosa stai pensando? (What are you thinking of?)" He murmured in that ear, fingers squeezing as he chuckled softly. Ezio smiled in his sleep then, groaning gently as he started to actually come around.
...This week was getting increasingly more stressful for Suzaku. Things about breaks in the space-time continuum, his and Lelouch's intense discussion the other day, disco lights all around this place, and now a strange, naked man was holding him in his sleep and whispering in some foreign language. It sounded-- Italian? He didn't know, but it was something that he couldn't speak. He knew English, and his Japanese was stilted from disuse, but it certainly wasn't either of those.
What had happened last night? One minute, he'd gone to sleep by himself, in his own room. Now he was in his boxers in some guy's bed, his leg between his thighs, and. Er. There were things with hips. He hadn't woken up like this for a while. At least he'd known what the hell was going on then. There was rave music pounding in the background. Suzaku was going stiff as a board in Ezio's arms, eyes darting around the room for some kind of escape. It would have been easy to shove him off and bolt, but this place had-- some weird people in it. Suzaku didn't know what the hell he was dealing with. His voice was kind of small when he finally spoke up, and an octave or two too high. "I-- huh? I don't... follow."
"Bella donna cosa stai parlando? (Beautiful woman, what are you talking about?)" Ezio mumbled, shifting in his sleep. He ground his hips a little more against the warmth between his legs. He laughed softly again, opening his eyes slowly. He rolled to his back as he stretched and yawned. "Do not be sad, Bella donna..." Ezio mumbled, not quite aware of his surroundings yet.
The background music was his first real clue that he was not tucked safely away in his pleasant dreams anymore, followed quickly by the strange decor on the walls. Frowning, he turned to look at the 'woman' that was occupying the same space in the bed. But he didn't find a woman with beautiful, flowing locks of sweet auburn hair. He found a youthful boy with large green eyes staring back at him.
"MERDA!" He cried out, almost falling from the bed as he sat up straight.
Bella what? He kept saying 'bella'. Maybe he thought that was Suzaku's name. Bella. There was way too much with hip rubbing, and Suzaku let out another uncomfortable sound, edging away from Ezio before anything else started-- coming up, and he was indeed staring. He hadn't gone to sleep in this guy's bed. He hadn't even seen him before! So why was he in here now? He couldn't have gotten drunk or something like that, could he? Some kind of hallucinogen? Roofies? Did they even have that stuff here?
Only the other man looked as shocked as Suzaku did, so he certainly wasn't in on it either. "Yeah, so that can-- stop now--" Suzaku stammered out, awkwardly, promptly flipping himself off the bed and backing into the wall. He was only in a pair of navy blue, checkered boxers, and feeling a bit weird to be in some stranger's room, thank you very much. "What the hell is going on?"
Well, little man, if he knew that, he wouldn't be standing with a sheet wrapped about his bare waist. He was shorter than the boy, he noted, but other than that, he was significantly larger. He sighed a little before he scrubbed his hand through his hair as he took a heavy breath. "I do not know." He wasn't sure he wanted to know for that matter. When he had gone to sleep, there had been no one in his bed, save him.
"I am ceasing to wonder at the things that happen here," he admitted after a moment, thankful that the room was dim. His cheeks blushed a bit as he made a soft, embarrassed noise. "Mi pardoni, my behavior... in the bed was uncalled for."
He paused again, before adding on, "My name is Ezio Auditore da Firenze... And why did someone put you in my bed?"
Little man? Yeah, Suzaku was quite a bit taller than Ezio was. The other man had more muscle tone, for sure, but that wasn't to say that Suzaku wasn't positive he could handle him, if need be. He doubted he'd need it, since the man seemed more embarrassed and, well, confounded than anything. And since he still had a sheet around his waist. He'd just been rubbing up on Suzaku's leg. Buh. Suzaku scrubbed at his face to make sure he wasn't just dreaming.
"Being a five-year-old and now I'm in naked Italians' beds," Suzaku was muttering under his breath, lowly, not that this-- was a first time thing for him or anything, but he was mildly thankful for the music just next door, himself. That name he'd been given, quite the mouthful. Suzaku silently repeated it to himself, to try to seal it into his memory. "My name is Suzaku Kururugi. I can't exactly say how this happened, I just ended up here. It's not as if I was let in on some kind of plan before. Is this your room?"
That was right, Suzaku Kururugi, you were just in bed with a short, naked Italian. You could claim something that others can't. Of course now he seemed less that sure what to do with himself. "Suezacu Curaruge? A pleasure..." Though he'd rather it had been under slightly different circumstances. What was he supposed to do with this?
"Uh, if you wouldn't mind...my clothing..." He pointed at the dresser that Suzaku was standing beside, and smiled a little. "Unless you don't mind my indecent nature." That was a joke. Please hand him his clothing.
That... was not at all his name. At all. But Suzaku didn't want to deal with him naked anymore, no. He let out a vague sound that was not unlike a mouse being trodden on, and turned back to the dresser, tugging open a drawer. He gave a shake of his head, pulling out something very... colorful and neon and looking back to Ezio, confusedly.
"You wear this?"
If he'd had cat ears like the boy he'd spoken to a few days again, they would have sagged down as his face soured. He'd forgotten about those robes. "No, not normally at least." He said softly, rubbing his forehead with an exasperated sort of sigh. This week would not, could not, end fast enough to please him. "I believe it is a... uh, joke. Normally they are much less... bright."
He smiled a little though, taking them as Suzaku handed them over. Turning his back to the boy, he pulled the first few layers on. It was not ideal, but he was clothed. "You might find something else to wear as well, if you wished to be more clothed yourself. I do not think I will miss the clothing."
Was he sure? Suzaku was quite a bit taller than Ezio. He figured these wouldn't work as well. They were awfully bright. It wouldn't have been the first time that Suaku had worn something... quite so vibrant though. Even before the Britannian uniforms and all their weird, tight outfits, he'd been all over the brighter colors when he was younger. And anything was better than just his boxers. "Yeah, okay, thanks, man. Ezio."
He handed over a few things to Ezio, hoping he was getting everything. It looked like there were a few layers, each brighter than the next. The pants were practically leggings. They... were going to be drastically short on him. Er. He yanked a pair on himself, wrestling with the ties. "They colored all of this on you, then? Probably with the theme of the week?"
"I can only assume as much." Ezio answered. He tried not to think too much about what the boy was saying, and simply skipped to what he thought the sentences meant. English, it seemed, had become quite lazy. Hard to be surprised, really. He adjusted the robes carefully before adding each layer over it until he was fully dressed. Turning about he looked like a much different man.
"Are you alright with that?" But then, when he got a good look at the boy, he laughed. A good, deep laugh.
Yeah, Suzaku was still on the pants. "They just... tie, right?" He was knotting them, awkwardly, in the front, but it didn't feel right. He hadn't even gotten to the issue of the millions of colorful shirts yet. He was pretty sure he was going to just pick one and roll with it.
"Signore, you've put them on backwards." Oh, it was like watching a child dress himself for the first time. Smirking, Ezio pulled the cuff of his sleeves out, shaking his head. "The tie goes to your back."
"...Oh." He knew that. Suzaku stepped out of the pants and back into them again, tied them properly - he hoped - and frowning minutely. "You're not from this century, are you?" he asked, curiously, turning back to the other clothes and... grabbing what looked like a bright blue hoodie. With a giant V-neck. Oh, hell. It was better than nothing.
"I last recall it being the year 1499, so... no, I suppose I am not. All of this is... new." By 'all of this' he literally meant everything. He watched as the boy finished dressing, before nodding a bit absently. "I suppose the next thing is to figure out why we've awoken together. I must admit, had you been of the fairer sex, I doubt I would have minded so much."
Oh, wow. "That's... quite a leap," Suzaku admitted, lowly, once he'd finished tugging on the shirt. "Last I knew, it was 2018. This place must be pretty confusing." The shirt was big for him, and didn't tie as tightly and easily as the pants, so one side kept slipping off his shoulder. He tugged it back up again, flushing mildly at the last comment. "But I'm not. A girl. At all." And you are clearly a male and he noticed that pretty quickly.
Ezio chuckled, before moving to help the boy. As amusing as this whole event was, he'd rather send the child on his way and tend to other things. Such as looking in on Kite. He couldn't help but worry about that boy's cough. "Let me show you." He said, swatting Suzaku's hands away before he adjusted the fabric and tied it the way it needed to be. "2018?..." He couldn't even think of the words for how strange the thought of the future was. "I cannot say the future seems so appealing."
He felt a little stupid - an 18-year-old that needed someone to dress him - but these clothes were... confusing and, whatever, he was fine now, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly as Ezio fixed it for him. "Thanks. What's so bad about the future?" Not that Suzaku could think of a number of awesome things about it, not right now. "It's kind of daunting, especially one so far away. I can't imagine anything being in 2500."
"Do you want a list of things? I could come up with a few." He smirked a little at the boy as he stepped back. "There is... Well, it just is not how I imagined things. But then very little is." Shrugging, Ezio set his hands on his hips and smiled. "Now they you are presentable, Signore, I'm sure there are people looking for you."
"It's not ALL bad. I've seen some good, and more than enough redeemable people." It was hard to keep being the optimist, in a place like this. When, er, he was getting kicked out. Suzaku adjusted the shirt again, nodding once. "Yeah. Things never turn out how you want them. Um. Thanks for the clothes. I should get out of your hair." He supposed he should have been pretty glad. ...Leg being humped aside, this could have ended up a lot worse. There were some dangerous people here, with skills that Suzaku had never seen before.
"Yeah, plenty of people worried about me." Tons and tons! "Sorry for taking up your time and all. And-- nice to meet you?" Even if you violated me in my sleep a little and it was kind of weird.
Ezio would have been happy to point out that Suzaku woke up in his bed, so it wasn't really his fault. A healthy, grown man usually had a healthy sexual appetite. "Do not worry, and... I apologize for your awakening. But next time, try sleeping in your own bed, no?" He grinned then, bowing his head. "The best to you, Signore Curaruge."