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Normally, Leonardo had something against drinking.

He was an artist, an inventor… He couldn't let his mind be clouded by something as useless as alcohol. When drunk, most people got irresponsible. Or violent. Or affectionate. He would be one of the last kind, naturally. And pretty fast too.

So, he didn't even touch a bottle of wine or booze or something else alcoholic in general, not when he was alone, not when with others.

But nonetheless, he would do an exception today.

Because it wouldn't be every day that Ezio celebrated his birthday only together with Leonardo, instead of his friends or relatives. It was one of the only days were Ezio got himself to relax, to not think of taking revenge for his father and brothers.

So he also should use the opportunity to enjoy a calming evening with his best friend, shouldn't he?

But as Leonardo had known before, he soon started to feel the alcohol taking effect on him.

He couldn't sit still for longer than a few minutes, always having to walk around in the room and talking to Ezio without even pausing to take a breath. At first, Ezio only smiled a little bit, an amused expression shown on his face. As soon as Leonardo had a little bit more alcohol in his blood, he started getting clumsy, from time to time crashing into a chair, a desk or one of the stacks of books covering most of the floor.

And then, after another hour of causing Ezio to laugh almost all the time, the last effect showed up. He wanted to hug Ezio pretty badly. As soon as possible. And, if possible, never let the assassin go again.

With every time he walked around the room, with every circle, he got closer towards the chair in which Ezio was sitting comfortable, leaning back with his feet on the desk in front of him.

Leonardo's fingers felt as if they were twitching to touch Ezio, pull this annoying hood of his back down, combing through his brown hair then. He just wanted to be closer to the assassin. Much too close, if he looked more logical at his feelings.

There was too much he felt for the other, he couldn't call it "friendship" anymore.

"You fell asleep while standing there, amico mio?" teased Ezio, laughing whole-heartedly.

And that was, when it was more than Leonardo could stand.

"Just thinking…" he murmured. True to his word he was thinking of how he should do the planned. Shaking his head slightly, he straightened up, going towards Ezio with long and fast steps, closing the distance between the two of them in no time.
Before Ezio could even say another thing, the smile was almost whipped from his face, instead making place for a shocked expression.

All this only because Leonardo had stepped over his feet with one of his, almost straddling Ezio now. He sat in the younger's lap, one leg to the right, one leg to the left of the chair, standing on the ground, helping him stay upright. His hands resting on the other's chest, he slowly bent forward, smirk plastered across his face.

"Mi dispiace, amico mio…" he whispered against the scared, slightly parted lips before letting his own brush over them. He smiled at the feeling of those soft lips under his, pressing against them a little bit harder – until he felt the pressure being returned.

Opening his eyes, which had fallen shut at their own effort, he found himself being almost pulled in by Ezio's golden ones. Both of them smiled into the shy kiss, neither of them wanting to part. But in the end they had to, gasping for air, still grinning at each other.

When Ezio finally had found his voice again, he simply murmured something into the artist's ear, which caused him to smile, and kiss Ezio again, much more fiercely this time.

The one sentence was still echoing in his head when their tongues met.

"I couldn't have wished for a better birthday present from my most beloved one…"

He felt his mind spinning. He was drunk.

But not only because of the alcohol, but also Ezio's kissing, which become much more heated with every second that passed, every time there tongues lapped at each other, causing little moans to slip form their lips, stifled by the kisses they shared.

He liked that special feeling of being drunk much more than the one caused by wine and things of that kind.

Because he loved the longing for Ezio. He couldn't think of a better way to get his mind clouded than kissing the assassin.

Description
Normally, Leonardo had something against drinking.

He was an artist, an inventor… He couldn't let his mind be clouded by something as useless as alcohol. When drunk, most people got irresponsible. Or violent. Or affectionate. He would be one of the last kind, naturally. And pretty fast too.

So, he didn't even touch a bottle of wine or booze or something else alcoholic in general, not when he was alone, not when with others.

But nonetheless, he would do an exception today.

Because it wouldn't be every day that Ezio celebrated his birthday only together with Leonardo, instead of his friends or relatives. It was one of the only days were Ezio got himself to relax, to not think of taking revenge for his father and brothers.

So he also should use the opportunity to enjoy a calming evening with his best friend, shouldn't he?

But as Leonardo had known before, he soon started to feel the alcohol taking effect on him.

He couldn't sit still for longer than a few minutes, always having to walk around in the room and talking to Ezio without even pausing to take a breath. At first, Ezio only smiled a little bit, an amused expression shown on his face. As soon as Leonardo had a little bit more alcohol in his blood, he started getting clumsy, from time to time crashing into a chair, a desk or one of the stacks of books covering most of the floor.

And then, after another hour of causing Ezio to laugh almost all the time, the last effect showed up. He wanted to hug Ezio pretty badly. As soon as possible. And, if possible, never let the assassin go again.

With every time he walked around the room, with every circle, he got closer towards the chair in which Ezio was sitting comfortable, leaning back with his feet on the desk in front of him.

Leonardo's fingers felt as if they were twitching to touch Ezio, pull this annoying hood of his back down, combing through his brown hair then. He just wanted to be closer to the assassin. Much too close, if he looked more logical at his feelings.

There was too much he felt for the other, he couldn't call it "friendship" anymore.

"You fell asleep while standing there, amico mio?" teased Ezio, laughing whole-heartedly.

And that was, when it was more than Leonardo could stand.

"Just thinking…" he murmured. True to his word he was thinking of how he should do the planned. Shaking his head slightly, he straightened up, going towards Ezio with long and fast steps, closing the distance between the two of them in no time.
Before Ezio could even say another thing, the smile was almost whipped from his face, instead making place for a shocked expression.

All this only because Leonardo had stepped over his feet with one of his, almost straddling Ezio now. He sat in the younger's lap, one leg to the right, one leg to the left of the chair, standing on the ground, helping him stay upright. His hands resting on the other's chest, he slowly bent forward, smirk plastered across his face.

"Mi dispiace, amico mio…" he whispered against the scared, slightly parted lips before letting his own brush over them. He smiled at the feeling of those soft lips under his, pressing against them a little bit harder – until he felt the pressure being returned.

Opening his eyes, which had fallen shut at their own effort, he found himself being almost pulled in by Ezio's golden ones. Both of them smiled into the shy kiss, neither of them wanting to part. But in the end they had to, gasping for air, still grinning at each other.

When Ezio finally had found his voice again, he simply murmured something into the artist's ear, which caused him to smile, and kiss Ezio again, much more fiercely this time.

The one sentence was still echoing in his head when their tongues met.

"I couldn't have wished for a better birthday present from my most beloved one…"

He felt his mind spinning. He was drunk.

But not only because of the alcohol, but also Ezio's kissing, which become much more heated with every second that passed, every time there tongues lapped at each other, causing little moans to slip form their lips, stifled by the kisses they shared.

He liked that special feeling of being drunk much more than the one caused by wine and things of that kind.

Because he loved the longing for Ezio. He couldn't think of a better way to get his mind clouded than kissing the assassin.