Author: pixelsurgeon PM
The story of how a short conversation, paired with something else, made Micholetto one of the hardest working assassins in Italy.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Cesare B. & Micheletto C. - Words: 425 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 2 - Published: 05-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8149140
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A/N: Hi! This is…gasp…my first slash fic! So…I'm probably not very good at it…buut anyways. I don't own the Borgias.
"Do you ever feel, Micholetto?" Cesare asked.
It was a very hot day, and Micholetto and Cesare were leaning on the railing of the balcony of Machiavelli's house in Florence.
"Feel, Your Eminence?" Micholetto asked.
"When you kill a man. Or a woman, for that matter. Does it hurt you?"
"Did it hurt you?"
"You're avoiding the question." Cesare said, turning to lean on the railing with his elbow rather than his chest, as better to face Micholetto.
"Then you got used to it?"
"Yes, Your Eminence."
"Just call me Cesare. It's a lot less work."
"Your Cesare..." Cesare said, laughing, "I could like that. What do you think of my brother?"
"What do I think of your brother? What does that matter?"
"I want to know."
"He's afraid. He's weak, and he craves your father's attention more than anything. He's nothing like you."
"And what am I like?"
"You're…stronger. You care more about your family."
"There's something else, isn't there?"
"My name sounds so unnatural when you say it… Yes, something else, something you're not telling me."
"I…don't know what that would be, Your Eminence."
"Cesare. We'll have to go about this differently, then. What do you want?"
"That's hardly true. Every man wants something, be it money, or power, or love…" Cesare turned, leaning his back against the railing.
"I don't want anything."
"Then you are a liar. Your service has been good, for the most part. You require a payment. But you don't want anything. Do you see my predicament?"
"What I want might not necessarily be what you want to give me."
"Name it." Cesare said, smiling, "Anything short of my sister is doable."
Micholetto looked like he was choking.
"I know what you want, though." Cesare said.
"Yes?" Micholetto managed to ask.
And Cesare detached himself from the railing, stood in front of Micholetto, and kissed him.
It was light, and only for a few seconds, but it was enough.
Cesare then turned and walked inside.
"Was that it?" Micholetto asked.
"You haven't done much work this week." Cesare said.
Micholetto made a mental resolution to do everything he was told as quickly and effectively as possible.
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