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I’ll have chapter 8 finished soon. After a long pause in productivity I seem to be back to doing some writing at least. I hope I will regain the will to draw soon as well.

Characters/Pairings: Ezio/Il Lupo, Teodor Viscardi/Il Lupo, Il Lupo/Marco Melozzi (Apprentice Assassin), Niccolò Machiavelli, Dottore (Tiber Island Doctor) Francesco Vecellio, Giovanni Borgia, ensemble cast of Assassins and Templars.
Rating: All
Series Warnings: LONG, deep character development, duplicity, some gore, sexual tension, sex in many forms, introspection like none other.
Chapter Warnings: ALL KINDS OF SMUT! MORE INTROSPECTION. Emotional ambiguity.
Summary of plot: Il Lupo survives Fiora’s attack and is saved from drowning by a doctor and healed of his injuries. He begins to try to repair his life, betrayed and thought dead by the Templars he abandons his burned name, dresses in the clothing of a common man and then by chance embarks upon an infiltration to rival any he had ever perpetrated as Templar, when he is rescued from some threatening guards by the Assassins and recruited to the Brotherhood.
Author Note: This is the story of a nameless man, discovering who he truly is over time.

~O~

Scrambling down the outside of the building and slipping back inside by the street level entrance put him in position to catch Ezio’s attention as he walked past, speaking with Niccolò. Ezio took a misstep as their eyes met, causing Niccolò to turn and look also and they came to a stop in the hall facing him. Vittorio inclined his head respectfully to both of them but kept his eyes locked with Ezio’s.

As the moment stretched long, Niccolò looked between them with a raised eyebrow and then shook his head in knowing exasperation, making to leave but as he turned, Ezio reached out and grasped his arm, drawing him back to briefly mutter something lowly into his ear. Niccolò nodded after a moment and was released. He smirked at Vittorio before moving off down the hall with his hands clasped loosely behind his back.

Once they were alone Ezio took a step toward him.“It is odd seeing Marco’s whole face again after all this time.” His tone was conversational but with Ezio there seemed always to be an edge of something hidden in his voice, like a blade you might never see… and feel only briefly..

“No more odd than it must be for him to be without his mask after nearly a year.” Vittorio replied neutrally, remaining where he was but offering a lopsided smile.

“I would have thought you might be celebrating with him. There are rumors that the two of you are close…” The Maestro’s manner was offhand and teasing but the edge in his voice now sounded a bit like a challenge so Vittorio cocked his head to one side and displayed his knife-like grin.

“He is a bit young for my tastes… which is not to say that I would turn him away based solely on that…” He let his wicked grin dissolve into a playful smirk, crossing his arms behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling innocently, adding- “We flirt, but that is all… as yet. He likes to tease… I like to tease too.” Ezio took another step towards his position and again Vittorio did not step to meet him, instead he leaned on the wall casually, kicking a foot back to rest against the stones and relaxed his arms, letting them fall to his sides and pressing his palms flat against the wall at his back. He kept his face in a neutral closed-lipped smile, tilting his head so that his eyes were shadowed but not invisible.

Ezio cocked his head with mock-concern. “Is that all I can expect from you then? Teasing?”

“No Maestro, you well know what I would allow with you.” Vittorio smirked, showing just a glint of tooth.

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Characters/Pairings: Ezio/Il Lupo, Teodor Viscardi/Il Lupo, Il Lupo/Marco Melozzi (Apprentice Assassin), Niccolò Machiavelli, Dottore (Tiber Island Doctor) Francesco Vecellio, Giovanni Borgia, ensemble cast of Assassins and Templars.
Rating: All
Series Warnings: LONG, deep character development, duplicity, some gore, sexual tension, sex in many forms, introspection like none other.
Chapter Warnings: None really… some shameless flirting, uh… erections? references to past sexual relationships, emotional ambiguity.
Summary of plot: Il Lupo survives Fiora’s attack and is saved from drowning by a doctor and healed of his injuries. He begins to try to repair his life, betrayed and thought dead by the Templars he abandons his burned name, dresses in the clothing of a common man and then by chance embarks upon an infiltration to rival any he had ever perpetrated as Templar, when he is rescued from some threatening guards by the Assassins and recruited to the Brotherhood.
Author Note: This is the story of a nameless man, discovering who he truly is over time.

~O~

Marco was waiting at the edge of the lower roof when he returned to Tiber Island.

“Oh my… such a bad boy… staying out so late…” The masked man grinned with his dark eyes and offered a hand down which Vittorio grasped, getting a foot up over the roof edge as Marco hauled him up the last few feet, the gesture unnecessary but appreciated all the same.

“I was unaware of a curfew.” He smirked back, raising an amused eyebrow when Marco did not release his hand as he hopped down off the wall but continued to draw him forward until they were flush against each other, throwing his other arm around Vittorio’s back and pulling him into a tight hug. Vittorio could detect the scent of wine on him and smiled, pulling his own arms around the man and accepting his tipsy affection. However, Marco was still steady on his feet and spoke normally so he could not have been very impaired… But he did not let go, instead turning his masked face against Vittorio’s cowled neck and inhaling his scent through his clothing.

“Mmmm… You have been busy…” He murmured and Vittorio flushed with embarrassment at his words but also shivered with an involuntary thrill of arousal when the masked man’s lips hummed against his ear through is hood. Marco released Vittorio’s hand and instead gripped his chin with thumb and forefinger to tilt his head, bending to inhale the scent off his neck over the area where Teodor had wetly kissed him as they coupled. Vittorio’s mouth fell open, about to protest; feeling a bit guilty that he was becoming aroused by this attention after having so recently been with Teodor but before he could say anything Marco continued, sliding back up his body sinuously to bring their faces almost nose to nose, then leaning in, head tilting subtly to sample the scent off his parted lips and Vittorio shivered in the taller man’s arms, blinking slowly and drawing shallow rapid breaths as Marco continued to murmur-

“Mmmm… no face powder… no lip paint… no fragrance. perhaps a man…?” He inhaled again. “Mmm…si….a man… and leather… and horse… and hay… and… altea ointment? Ahh.. si si….” Vittorio had to chuckle in embarrassed bemusement. With such a cunning, deductive mind and extraordinary senses, Marco was a dangerous Assassin indeed.

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Characters/Pairings: Ezio/Il Lupo, Teodor Viscardi/Il Lupo, Il Lupo/Marco Melozzi (Apprentice Assassin), Niccolò Machiavelli, Dottore (Tiber Island Doctor) Francesco Vecellio, Giovanni Borgia, ensemble cast of Assassins and Templars.
Rating: All
Series Warnings: LONG, deep character development, duplicity, some gore, sexual tension, sex in many forms, introspection like none other.
Chapter Warnings: brief angst, crying, anal sex
Summary of plot: Il Lupo survives Fiora’s attack and is saved from drowning by a doctor and healed of his injuries. He begins to try to repair his life, betrayed and thought dead by the Templars he abandons his burned name, dresses in the clothing of a common man and then by chance embarks upon an infiltration to rival any he had ever perpetrated as Templar, when he is rescued from some threatening guards by the Assassins and recruited to the Brotherhood.
Author Note: This is the story of a nameless man, discovering who he truly is over time.

~O~

There was a placard hanging on the Pasquino.

It was pure chance that he happened to spy it when passing by on the roof across from the triangular corner against which the statue sat. Now he could see it clearly from his perch across the piazza. Not that it was unusual to see notices hung upon the Pasquino but this placard was a very specific color… and bore a very specific symbol. It was not Fiora’s hand but a bolder heavier one. A man would have penned it… but not Cesare, he did not use the code himself. He always had Fiora summon Il Lupo for him. There was reasonably only one person it could have been from; the only man still within the Templar Order who knew he was alive.

Vittorio scouted the area thoroughly, peering into all the alleys and scrutinizing the statue from all available angles to be sure it was not under surveillance before dropping to the street in a blind alcove and then blending in with a group headed his way. As they passed the statue, Vittorio took the notice and tucked it into his sash, making for the rooftops as soon as he was around the next corner, making certain he was not followed as he took to the high places and ran for a few minutes just to feel the wind.

The symbol was inaccurate; as if the person who had made it had not been familiar with the code and had been forced to guess from an incomplete key… A key that may have been damaged in a fire… Baltasar was dead, Vittorio knew that and he also knew that the Barber’s former lair was a burnt shell, unsecured and open to the street. Who knew what still remained inside? For someone with the motivation to look, there might have been one or two useful things…

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Characters/Pairings: Ezio/Il Lupo, Teodor Viscardi/Il Lupo, Il Lupo/Marco Melozzi (Apprentice Assassin), Niccolò Machiavelli, Dottore (Tiber Island Doctor) Francesco Vecellio, Giovanni Borgia, ensemble cast of Assassins and Templars.
Rating: All
Series Warnings: LONG, deep character development, duplicity, some gore, sexual tension, sex in many forms, introspection like none other.
Chapter Warnings: unresolved sexual tension,
Summary of plot: Il Lupo survives Fiora’s attack and is saved from drowning by a doctor and healed of his injuries. He begins to try to repair his life, betrayed and thought dead by the Templars he abandons his burned name, dresses in the clothing of a common man and then by chance embarks upon an infiltration to rival any he had ever perpetrated as Templar, when he is rescued from some threatening guards by the Assassins and recruited to the Brotherhood.
Author Note: This is the story of a nameless man, discovering who he truly is over time.

~O~

It seemed Vittorio could not keep his vow. It was just too satisfying to be better! He had begun with the typical rationalizations; that he was only besting his fellows at some things, not everything. He was competent on horseback but certainly no genius at it. Educated in his childhood by the Church, he could of course read and write in Italian and also Latin but some of the other Apprentices might speak half a dozen tongues. He was an excellent shot with a crossbow but his ability with the long bow had been only slightly better than average initially. Marco had raised his skill at it, correcting his form with gentle, patient hands and positive critical observation as he had practiced early on for his marksmanship trials and now he could best over half of those more seasoned than he. Vittorio reasoned that half wasn’t very flashy at all.

Now, with speed and stealth and theft? He was a master pick-pocket. It being how he had supported himself after leaving the foundling house but before becoming a Templar and a hobby he continued to pursue throughout his employ under the Borgia. There had been a test, in the first days of his training involving a rigged game of marked men with coin pouches scattered through a crowd, which had quickly found him the clear winner, while the ringer who had been set against him without his knowledge had only been able to shake her head with fierce eyes and red cheeks, her teeth grit as she was forced to admit to having no idea what had happened. Marco, his trainer had been stunned into silence for a moment, his visible eyes wide and disbelieving.

Vittorio’s ego had swelled.

As they had watched the disgruntled Assassin stalk off, Marco leaned in close along his left side and whispered against his ear. The fabric of his mask and Vittorio’s hood kept there from being any breath but Vittorio could feel his warmth there. “No one has ever bested her… I think you may have made an enemy for life, amico…” He had turned his head to see past the edge of his hood and caught Marco’s eyes. The masked man was clearly smirking. Marco had bumped their foreheads together lightly and then swept past him, away over the rooftops, beckoning him to follow as he ran and Vittorio had leaped after him, head down and arms thrown out to catch the air as he jumped the peaks and chasms of Roma.

He had studied and practiced all of this hundreds of times over the course of his training under Baltasar and Fiora and then on after he had became a true agent of the Borgia, spying and continuing to learn about the Assassini. But it had been all about information gathering. They weren’t really ever trying to understand the Assassini only to imitate their methods. Fiora had at first believed perhaps that they were merely killers and that was the total of it. Later on she would admit to being unable to understand their motives, saying also that it did not matter. What was the aesthetic over the function in this case? They had the replica hidden blade and the tactics for killing and the trickery they employed to add to their mystery and intrigue.

The one thing they had never managed to discover about the Assassini was just how enjoyable it was to be one. In this federation there were squabbles at times and there was always the threat of discovery and betrayal hanging over them but it was to be expected. These were turbulent times and the nest of vipers only grew larger the more it was trampled through it seemed. But out on the rooftops, in broad daylight, sweeping through Roma with the wind buoying him and the sun wheeling above him. It was a freedom he had never felt; not even while doing the same sorts of things as a Templar. He had come to realize that it was because of his Brothers and Sisters; his support; his back up; his family. He had been hooked in like a mark. He could not help it.

He had fallen in love with this new life.

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Characters/Pairings: Ezio/Il Lupo, Teodor Viscardi/Il Lupo, Il Lupo/Marco Melozzi (Apprentice Assassin), Niccolò Machiavelli, Dottore (Tiber Island Doctor) Francesco Vecellio, Giovanni Borgia, ensemble cast of Assassins and Templars.
Rating: All
Series Warnings: LONG, deep character development, duplicity, some gore, sexual tension, sex in many forms, introspection like none other.
Chapter Warnings: unresolved sexual tension,
Summary of plot: Il Lupo survives Fiora’s attack and is saved from drowning by a doctor and healed of his injuries. He begins to try to repair his life, betrayed and thought dead by the Templars he abandons his burned name, dresses in the clothing of a common man and then by chance embarks upon an infiltration to rival any he had ever perpetrated as Templar, when he is rescued from some threatening guards by the Assassins and recruited to the Brotherhood.
Author Note: This is the story of a nameless man, discovering who he truly is over time.

~O~

Another two weeks and it was approaching mid August, the heat oppressive and the light golden in the late afternoon. He was out on the roof tops with an Apprentice called Marco as his pair, The man had been in the Brotherhood for almost a year and had already completed missions elsewhere in Italia and in Spain. He was considered a good stable partner, evenly matched in offense and defense and a very good archer. Vittorio liked Marco because of his clever tongue and sharp mind. The man wore a veil like mask inside his hood which covered all but his eyes and as a result those eyes stood out as the expression indicator on his face, lively with waggling brows and sly winks; crinkling with closed-eye smiles.

Vittorio wondered what the rest of his face looked like but Marco never removed his mask.

The signal! This would be the second time he had been called in from on high to assist the Maestro. Ezio would walk the streets openly at times but it could not be counted a violation of the second tenet. His mystery and that of the Assassin Order only increased with these sightings. The way he could calmly walk through the center of the city with a reward poster of his face, however terrible the likeness, on every wall and as he passed to have the guards fall down dead from arrows or blindingly fast hooded men from the sky, such as Vittorio, hidden blades lancing out to instantly kill.

His hidden blade was fast, so very fast set against Il Lupo’s replica switchblade weapon. There was absolutely no comparison. He recalled when he had first been given it, he had extended and withdrawn it perhaps a hundred times in a row, sitting in a quiet corner of the Assassin’s Guild headquarters he had temporarily claimed as his own, feeling more childish each time but unable to care or stop. It had become a vague obsession by this point. But he had decided that he didn’t mind being obsessed with the beautiful, lethal thing strapped to his left arm. He had a rapier at his hip and other weapons about his person but he preferred the hidden blade. He preferred to fall from the heavens and land upon his targets, killing and laying them to rest in one swift motion and then disappearing into smoke. It was his favored tactic so far with his limited real life experience and he was about to see if it would work a second time, leaping down as Marco nocked an arrow.

He knelt, head bowed, murmuring “requiescat in pace,” to the dead men before him as the Master Assassin passed by and swept around the next corner. Vittorio had risen and made to scale the wall behind him and rejoin Marco on the rooftops but as he turned, there at the end of the street-

Teodor.

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Characters/Pairings: Ezio/Il Lupo, Teodor Viscardi/Il Lupo, Il Lupo/Marco Melozzi (Apprentice Assassin), Niccolò Machiavelli, Dottore (Tiber Island Doctor) Francesco Vecellio, Giovanni Borgia, ensemble cast of Assassins and Templars.
Rating: All
Series Warnings: LONG, deep character development, duplicity, some gore, sexual tension, sex in many forms, introspection like none other.
Chapter Warnings: violence, slight physical arousal, medical examination, light cursing in Italian
Summary of plot: Il Lupo survives Fiora’s attack and is saved from drowning by a doctor and healed of his injuries. He begins to try to repair his life, betrayed and thought dead by the Templars he abandons his burned name, dresses in the clothing of a common man and then by chance embarks upon an infiltration to rival any he had ever perpetrated as Templar, when he is rescued from some threatening guards by the Assassins and recruited to the Brotherhood.
Author Note: This is the story of a nameless man, discovering who he truly is over time.

~O~

Later on he would only be able to shake his head in wonder at the bizarre series of events which had led him through a specific door on Tiber Island…

The enraged guard who had been about to strike him had fallen at his feet, sprouting a feathered arrow shaft dramatically from his left eye, Vittorio could only back up against the stone balustrade as two more fell atop one another, the first by another arrow and the other with a man, white robed and hooded, landing on his back with a wrist blade buried in the base of his skull. Vittorio was temporarily frozen in shock. He had been scouting the docks for a boat he could use later to access his cache and had perhaps looked a bit too suspicious going about it; or it could have been his clothing they didn’t like; or the fact that he was alone and armed only with a long dagger he had lifted from a fat merchant napping on a bench. One of them had shouted at him, calling him some demeaning name and roughly asking his business as Vittorio ground his teeth. He was still not quite back in fighting shape after being near death and he did not want to attempt to fight all three guards but they did not seem interested in reasoning with him and were making as if to force him over the balustrade and into the river, advancing on him with swords drawn. He had brandished his dagger fiercely, wild eyed with fury and panic but they were arrogant and also correct in assuming that they had the advantage of numbers…

…at least until the arrows began falling.

Vittorio had straightened up as the Assassino murmured some words to the dead and then jumped clear, dashing to dispatch another guard who was approaching from the left. Cazzo, he knew this music! He had observed this dance being performed before… He was being rescued by the Assassini! He was going to meet the Maestro himself! After all this time and all his spying, he had to do naught but dress himself as a commoner and anger some stupid puffed up Borgia underlings?

Ridiculous… It was so ridiculous that he was still laughing as Ezio Auditore da Firenze approached him and laid a hand upon his shoulder. He thought briefly to run the man through with his dagger just to say that he had… but what purpose would it have served? He was no longer a Templar and owed allegiance to no one beyond an anonymous Dottore and old Roberto…

But he had noticed an odd flicker of expression over the legendary Assassin’s bearded face as he looked up from the spreading pool of blood on the cobbles, meeting the man’s ready smile and sincere brown eyes. Ezio had paused strangely in the middle of asking Vittorio something about valuing freedom and resisting the Borgia, his smile faltering as he had cocked his hooded head to the side, seeming to stare right through the suddenly terrified Vittorio. The former Templar wondered if the rumors were actually true. If, like was whispered, the Maestro Assassino really did have some strange, otherworldly power about him…?

But Ezio only nodded after a brief moment, seeming satisfied and resumed his queries regarding Vittorio’s allegiance… and as Ezio spoke to him, Vittorio had watched his mouth move; watched the words form with the shapes his lips and tongue made; watched the line of a scar which bisected his mouth at the right side, twist and stretch under his mustache. Found himself staring rather long and taking a little color in his cheeks, a pleasant tingle ascending his spine as the imposing and heavily armored man’s warm hand still rested on his shoulder as if they had long been acquainted and had not only just met. He nodded his agreement, stiltedly voicing assent and after a moment, the Maestro had stepped back and regarded him warmly, flashing a brilliant smile. He was being offered a place in the Assassin’s Brotherhood… By Dio!

Vittorio had fallen to one knee and denounced the Borgia.

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^{Title: The way to fly.
Author: whitenoiseghost/Nyarlathotep23
Series/Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood/Project Legacy
Characters/Pairings: Ezio/Il Lupo, Teodor Viscardi/Il Lupo, Il Lupo/Marco Melozzi (Apprentice Assassin), Niccolò Machiavelli, Dottore (Tiber Island Doctor) Francesco Vecellio, Giovanni Borgia, ensemble cast of Assassins and Templars.
Rating: All
Series Warnings: LONG, deep character development, duplicity, some gore, sexual tension, sex in many forms, introspection like none other.
Chapter Warnings: allusions to violence, vomiting/illness, light cursing in Italian
Summary of plot: Il Lupo survives Fiora’s attack and is saved from drowning by a doctor and healed of his injuries. He begins to try to repair his life, betrayed and thought dead by the Templars he abandons his burned name, dresses in the clothing of a common man and then by chance embarks upon an infiltration to rival any he had ever perpetrated as Templar, when he is rescued from some threatening guards by the Assassins and recruited to the Brotherhood.
Author Note: This is the story of a nameless man, discovering who he truly is over time.}

~O~

Awakening had come as a bit of a shock.

He was almost certain he had breathed his last, with that treacherous whore’s poison twisting his insides and paralyzing his body; with the merciless water rushing up over his head. He knew very well what manner of toxins Fiora favored and had been in the process of building his immunity in the case that, as he suspected, she could not be trusted. He was an employee, no more and no less but he knew that if he ever became a liability, it would be his life and not just his livelihood. However the Borgia paid and equipped well, certainly better than pickpocketing had ever provided him…

Although he hadn’t entirely left off that either… a little extra coin put away for emergencies in caches hidden around the city in places known only to him. It was always better to plan ahead, lest one be easily displaced by the most casual of betrayals. He had learned much while being trained to act and fight and kill as the Assassins did, supported and protected by the powerful Templar Order but he had always known that his place was anything but secure, simply given the course of training he had been through.

He was a spy. He was a killer. He was a thief and a scoundrel… and also, it now appeared that he was a casualty.

It had been too short a time in coming; her betrayal unexpected but unsurprising. He had nearly gotten to her with his rapier before falling to his knees in agony from her wretched poison. Still he was not dead, as he assumed she believed him to be when she had rolled him into the river. Had his tongue not been held still by the poison’s effects he would have been cursing her name even as the black water closed over his head.

But his caution and well placed distrust of his employers had apparently been his savior as intended.

For he still lived…

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