Da Vinci's Demons fic: Forbidden Fruit
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meridian_roseTitle: Forbidden Fruit
Fandom: Da Vinci's Demons
Pairing/Characters: Leo/Riario
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 594
Prompt: For the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
trope_bingo prompt 'forbidden fruit' and this picture prompt
Summary: Riario worships Leo's hands, the only body part he will allow himself to touch. Leo knows they both want more but he'll be patient, all the while wondering what Riario might have been if not for the Church. More like Leo than he cares to admit.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Also @ AO3
"Your hands," Riario said, tracing his fingers over Leo's palm, caressing Leo's thumb, flicking out his tongue and running it along Leo's index finger. "Hands that are capable of such great things, such creation."
He'd told himself it was Leo's mind he admired, only that abstract and beautiful thing. To treasure the unique consciousness was not wrong. It was akin to loving Leo's soul. It could not be sinful.
Yet Leo had aligned himself with Florence, with the sodomites, was an unrepentant sodomite himself. Leo was reckless and blasphemous, heedless of God's will, never the sober minded intellectual but always a freethinking genius. In every way, Leo was forbidden fruit.
Forbidden fruit was the tastiest of all.
One taste was all it took to fall.
Riario was falling and he knew it, yet still he tried to hold back. The hands were an extension of Leo's brilliant mind, necessary to bring his ideas to life, to sketch and carve and construct and deconstruct. To love those hands was no more sinful than to admire the mind which controlled their every movement. This was a lie he would cling to as long as he could.
"You are capable of great things too," Leo said, for he knew Riario was falling, and he was trying to hasten the descent, dragging Riario from the absolutes of doctrine and denial into his own chaotic, sinful paradise. Riario rejoiced in the praise, ignoring that he damned himself further for wanting and accepting Leo's approval. For wanting Leo's affection.
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"Hands that are capable of such great things, such creation."
Riario kept admiring Leo's hands, the only part of Leo's body he allowed himself to touch. It was driving Leo mad with desire, the loving attention paid to every knuckle, every callous, every line in his palm.
Yet Leo couldn't help but admire Riario's own hands, usually adorned by a ring he would not tell the story of no matter how often Leo asked, dextrous hands that could slice flesh with a dagger as easily as they did fruit, nimble fingers that worked the rosary each night. Riario's quick mind and deft hands had proved before that, given basic instruction, he could operate, and attempt to repair, any of Leo's inventions.
What might Riario have become if he had not been drawn into the Church's clutches? Those hands might daub paint on canvas as well as Leo's own. Those fingers could easily pluck the strings of an instrument. Instead of being clasped in prayer, those hands could be exploring Leo's body.
Leo was trying to show Riario other ways to be, other joys. That they'd come this far, that Riario poured such affection onto Leo's hands of all things, was progress. Leo ached for more, but he forced himself to be patient.
"You are capable of great things too," Leo said softly. "We are more alike than either of us wants to believe."
He took one of Riario's hands in his own, nipped gently at the thumb, delighted in the look of surprise on Riario's face, surprise which gave way to pleasure.
"I almost believe you," Riario said.
"I will make you believe me," Leo promised. He would start with religious imagery, something Riario was familiar with, they would discuss light and shadow and colours and symbolism. They would try all the arts until they found one that Riario was most comfortable with, be it charcoal sketches or sculpture.
They would work together until Riario finally let Leo work on the piece of theatre he most wanted to perform. To take Riario to his bed.
Fandom: Da Vinci's Demons
Pairing/Characters: Leo/Riario
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 594
Prompt: For the
trope_bingo prompt 'forbidden fruit' and this picture promptSummary: Riario worships Leo's hands, the only body part he will allow himself to touch. Leo knows they both want more but he'll be patient, all the while wondering what Riario might have been if not for the Church. More like Leo than he cares to admit.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Also @ AO3
"Your hands," Riario said, tracing his fingers over Leo's palm, caressing Leo's thumb, flicking out his tongue and running it along Leo's index finger. "Hands that are capable of such great things, such creation."
He'd told himself it was Leo's mind he admired, only that abstract and beautiful thing. To treasure the unique consciousness was not wrong. It was akin to loving Leo's soul. It could not be sinful.
Yet Leo had aligned himself with Florence, with the sodomites, was an unrepentant sodomite himself. Leo was reckless and blasphemous, heedless of God's will, never the sober minded intellectual but always a freethinking genius. In every way, Leo was forbidden fruit.
Forbidden fruit was the tastiest of all.
One taste was all it took to fall.
Riario was falling and he knew it, yet still he tried to hold back. The hands were an extension of Leo's brilliant mind, necessary to bring his ideas to life, to sketch and carve and construct and deconstruct. To love those hands was no more sinful than to admire the mind which controlled their every movement. This was a lie he would cling to as long as he could.
"You are capable of great things too," Leo said, for he knew Riario was falling, and he was trying to hasten the descent, dragging Riario from the absolutes of doctrine and denial into his own chaotic, sinful paradise. Riario rejoiced in the praise, ignoring that he damned himself further for wanting and accepting Leo's approval. For wanting Leo's affection.
#
"Hands that are capable of such great things, such creation."
Riario kept admiring Leo's hands, the only part of Leo's body he allowed himself to touch. It was driving Leo mad with desire, the loving attention paid to every knuckle, every callous, every line in his palm.
Yet Leo couldn't help but admire Riario's own hands, usually adorned by a ring he would not tell the story of no matter how often Leo asked, dextrous hands that could slice flesh with a dagger as easily as they did fruit, nimble fingers that worked the rosary each night. Riario's quick mind and deft hands had proved before that, given basic instruction, he could operate, and attempt to repair, any of Leo's inventions.
What might Riario have become if he had not been drawn into the Church's clutches? Those hands might daub paint on canvas as well as Leo's own. Those fingers could easily pluck the strings of an instrument. Instead of being clasped in prayer, those hands could be exploring Leo's body.
Leo was trying to show Riario other ways to be, other joys. That they'd come this far, that Riario poured such affection onto Leo's hands of all things, was progress. Leo ached for more, but he forced himself to be patient.
"You are capable of great things too," Leo said softly. "We are more alike than either of us wants to believe."
He took one of Riario's hands in his own, nipped gently at the thumb, delighted in the look of surprise on Riario's face, surprise which gave way to pleasure.
"I almost believe you," Riario said.
"I will make you believe me," Leo promised. He would start with religious imagery, something Riario was familiar with, they would discuss light and shadow and colours and symbolism. They would try all the arts until they found one that Riario was most comfortable with, be it charcoal sketches or sculpture.
They would work together until Riario finally let Leo work on the piece of theatre he most wanted to perform. To take Riario to his bed.
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Date: 2016-04-14 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-14 04:06 pm (UTC)The photos were all about the hand kink so I went with it, and I'm glad it worked! Where would I be without those prompts? :D