SOME MORE GAY STUFF
A fill I did for the AC Kink Meme back in November 2011. I liked it, and eventually remembered to post it here. A pity I'm one of those anons who can only write small pieces.
Untitled, Ezio/Yusuf. Slash, nothing more explicit than flirting and a kiss. Eh. AC belongs to Ubisoft, can't think of anything else really...
Yusuf smiles warmly. They are standing on a rooftop in the Constantinople dusk, and Ezio is surprised they are both relatively unharmed. The most recent fight with the guards had turned rather nasty.
"I'm impressed," Yusuf says. "They don't call you Il Mente for nothing, do they?"
"Il Mentore," Ezio corrects, half-heartedly. Yusuf's mangled Italian is actually quite endearing, in an irritating kind of way.
"Oh?" Yusuf shakes his head, still smiling. "Italian gibberish. I especially liked how you used that poisoned bomb to kill those Templars. I've never seen anybody act quite so... strangely. What did you put in it again?"
"A mixture. I couldn't remember which packet contained which ingredient. The labels did nothing to help, what with the Arabic gibberish." Ezio shrugs. The two men are standing close. Contantinople gets colder as the sun falls beneath the horizon.
"Turkish, not Arabic, I think you'll find." Yusuf gives him a joking elbow in the ribs, his breath warming Ezio's ear.
"There's a difference?" Ezio turns to look at Yusuf in mock surprise. "My God."
"Even as old and experienced as you are, I see you still have much to learn." Yusuf's eyes search Ezio's face intently and his hand trails slowly from the elder's belt towards his face.
"Perhaps you could teach me," Ezio grins wickedly, as Yusuf's fingertips brush his greying beard, slowly running over his rough skin, then up into surprisingly soft hair.
"Perhaps I could," Yusuf grins, just as wickedly in return, and closes the gap between their mouths with a kiss.
Untitled, Ezio/Yusuf. Slash, nothing more explicit than flirting and a kiss. Eh. AC belongs to Ubisoft, can't think of anything else really...
Yusuf smiles warmly. They are standing on a rooftop in the Constantinople dusk, and Ezio is surprised they are both relatively unharmed. The most recent fight with the guards had turned rather nasty.
"I'm impressed," Yusuf says. "They don't call you Il Mente for nothing, do they?"
"Il Mentore," Ezio corrects, half-heartedly. Yusuf's mangled Italian is actually quite endearing, in an irritating kind of way.
"Oh?" Yusuf shakes his head, still smiling. "Italian gibberish. I especially liked how you used that poisoned bomb to kill those Templars. I've never seen anybody act quite so... strangely. What did you put in it again?"
"A mixture. I couldn't remember which packet contained which ingredient. The labels did nothing to help, what with the Arabic gibberish." Ezio shrugs. The two men are standing close. Contantinople gets colder as the sun falls beneath the horizon.
"Turkish, not Arabic, I think you'll find." Yusuf gives him a joking elbow in the ribs, his breath warming Ezio's ear.
"There's a difference?" Ezio turns to look at Yusuf in mock surprise. "My God."
"Even as old and experienced as you are, I see you still have much to learn." Yusuf's eyes search Ezio's face intently and his hand trails slowly from the elder's belt towards his face.
"Perhaps you could teach me," Ezio grins wickedly, as Yusuf's fingertips brush his greying beard, slowly running over his rough skin, then up into surprisingly soft hair.
"Perhaps I could," Yusuf grins, just as wickedly in return, and closes the gap between their mouths with a kiss.