A/N: This is a continuation of Juan and Cesare's conversation towards the end of 2.02. A bit AU cause I'm only using the part that made me fangirl. I don't own the Borgias.

"Do you love me?" Juan asked.

This confused Cesare, as it was completely unexpected and had nothing to do with the boy who was currently with their sister.

"I would kill for you." Cesare said, that being the first thing that came to mind. And it was true, he likely would kill for Juan.

"But do you love me?"

"As much as I love myself."

That was a safe bet, as Cesare hated himself.

But Juan called him on it, much to Cesare's chagrin.

"Which wouldn't be very much, these days." he said, "Give me a straight answer."

"There are times…" Cesare started. He had to be careful with his words, for Juan was drunk and could find anything an insult. When Juan is insulted, he doesn't think. He just lashes out. "There are times when I despise you more than anything in the world."

Juan stopped dead in his tracks, tensing and reaching for his sword.

"There are times when I love you." Cesare said, raising his hands, "But those have become few and far between."

Where was Micholetto? He could become very useful shortly.

When Juan spoke again, his voice sounded thick with tears, though the night was dark and Cesare didn't know for sure.

"Why do you hate me so much?" he asked.

This touched Cesare a bit. He felt sorry for Juan in that moment. That was something that hadn't happened in quite a while.

"You…you don't think. You care so much about being noble when all that matters is that we have each other. You don't need wealth. You don't need to be known as the pope's son. I wish you would just understand, Juan. The Borgias will be together always, no matter what. And in the end, that's what matters." Cesare said.

"Pretty speech." Juan said, "That's why father loves you so much, isn't it? Him and our slut of a sister. Because you speak so beautifully."

"Our sister is not a slut."


"She just feels love. Unlike a certain brother of mine." Cesare said, starting to feel contempt for Juan again.

"I feel love." Juan said, "I love father-"

"The fact that he's pope." Cesare said, rolling his eyes.

"I love our mother." Juan said, trying to regain control of the conversation.

"More surprising." Cesare said, nodding a bit and raising his eyebrows.

"But I don't love you."

"And why is that?"

"You think too much. You're so smart…you're all that I'm not." Juan said, looking down.

"You have all I don't have."

"Then I suppose we're even." Juan said, raising his head again.

During the course of this last realization, they had come to be face to face, and were staring hard into each other's eyes.

"Since we'll never be proper brothers…"Cesare said, "Shall we be enemies?"

"Gladly." Juan said.

They shook hands solemnly.

And the Borgia brothers became enemies until their deaths.

A/N: Please review!