Title: exchange of favors
Fandom: RPF
Historical Characters: Giuliano de 'Medici Duke of Nemours, Niccolo Machiavelli
Pairing: Giuliano / Machiavelli
Prompt: "This is not my place, my lord." "You're absolutely right."
Rating : red
Warnings: slash, one-shot
author Note: set in 1512, shortly after the collapse of the Florentine Republic. Lots of love and imagination, is ultimately the p0rn fest \u0026lt;3
exchange of favors
not going well, it was just right, scroll left gaze on tapestries on the walls, on the pen going to fill quickly ink the letter on the desk and hand, that hand lean, nervous, swift, that hand so pale and so regal.
Nicholas proudly raised his eyes toward the man sitting behind the desk: that was his cross, he knew.
Giuliano de 'Medici, Lorenzo's son, Lorenzo that he had brought to the splendor of Florence and her family, the same eyes that shone in the Magnificent was also present in humans that Nicholas was in front and despite the Medici had just regained power after crawling in the mud and were despised by the people for years.
He was proud, Julian, and it shows.
\u0026lt;Do you know why you're here, right?>
The voice betrayed was young and mature appearance of the new lord of Florence.
Nicholas lowered gaze, aware of what was about to say the other: he had to leave Florence. It would have been exiled, and was already a luxury treatment, for working with Republicans and have even been part of the government holding important positions, and even if, by a miracle, he had been spared exile, he would lose his positions, his assignments, he could no longer work for Florence, forced inactivity policy. And for him it was worse than exile.
\u0026lt;This is not my place, my lord.> Said in a low voice, grief evident in his tone.
"True? No chance, there is no alternative. "
The thought tormented him, that thought had passed the last sleepless night: that was the moment when it would really become useless, a real failure .
\u0026lt;You are absolutely right.>
watched with furrowed brow de 'Medici, who rose from behind his desk, smiling, peaceful, and Machiavelli saw him so far from his condition, so far without saying that for a moment thought that maybe it was confused and was talking about something completely different.
\u0026lt;'re designed to be removed from all your assignments as punishment for having participated actively in the Republican government. Exile seems a bit 'too much, whereas in the past have distanced themselves from positions of Savonarola and anyway you're a sensible man, known abroad, a man of culture. It will bring more benefits to keep you here in Florence that leave the clutches of other gentlemen.>
keeping a certain distance, however, Giuliano went to Nicholas, peering eyes with incredibly alive.
Machiavelli thought he groped a chance to prove, because basically he had nothing to lose, or at least, nothing was more precious than good that would do for Florence.
\u0026lt;My Lord, forgive me, but ... I will be suspended from my duties ... Lifetime?>
you expect a firm response, calm, or at least annoyed or angry reaction, but certainly not that lascivious grin, not that tone so persuasive, so ambiguous.
\u0026lt;It depends. I would say that, in all likelihood, we reach an agreement. We could try to, you know, come in against.>
were unambiguous words when spoken in that tone, and especially if accompanied by a gesture, just to slow quell'incedere Nicholas, then raise your hand to touch elegance quite by accident, neck, cheek, cheekbones.
Machiavelli were unambiguous and in other circumstances would have refused, would have despised that intent - despite the boldness of the de 'Medici was admirable - but in that case was the only lifeline he saw, the last card that could play.
\u0026lt;I would be honored, my lord, to be able to be of use to you and Florence in the same spirit with which I served this city disinterested in the past.>
Julian's smile widened, the distance between the two were almost non-existent: was the beginning of a new era.
A Nicholas almost gasped when he saw the savagery of his new head master bending over him to bite the hollow of the neck, but she recovered quickly, knowing that if he wanted to get something, had to give his best.
With a sort of understated reverence is allowed to touch the man in front of him, to slip his hands under her dress with a slow and calculated caution: Boccaccio praised the ability of human ability to adapt to a variety of situations, a position he fully agreed with Machiavelli and in that case, the application with more than satisfactory results.
Julian seemed to appreciate the intention of man and forced him to his knees in front of him, suggesting only a glance what the next step, which actually already knew both.
pulled back the clothes did not wait for Niccolò de 'Medici and took the already hard member in her mouth, being careful with your teeth, starting with a slow pace to increase more and more, even more, so much so that a Giuliano some point he could no longer hold back the moans and sighs, abandoning part of their pride and feel superior.
\u0026lt;Fermo.> Whispered the younger making up the other and pushing her against the desk: the ink while the fabric sway and his clothes were removed in excess of half or diverge.
The preparation was slow and obviously made by skilled hands, but Nicholas did not dare to suggest, much less ask for an explanation at the time, certainly did not matter with who or why: the instant matter, the act, the moment Who were the two of them and nothing else.
He wanted to turn around, giving it away, but that slender hand took his chin with a narrow iron.
\u0026lt;I want to see you in the face.>
The murmur soon became lost in the groans of the movements excited, rapid, violent, leaving no room for thoughts, fear of being caught in that situation or have not reached our goal.
When, after a few months, Machiavelli was given a new assignment to be carried out on behalf of Giuliano de 'Medici, began to turn even gossip about him, was the only one of the old government to be returned to positions of power, especially Nicholas received a letter of invitation to the palace by the new master, the first of a long talked-about list.
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