This fic was written to fill a request in the ACKink!Meme. The OPs request was as follows:

"i would love to see fic of all of ezio's assassins staying at marios villa and leo being like den mommy to them and they even call the itallian for mother 3 lol Bonus points if shirtless ezio is training with one and hurts them and leo helps him (or her lol) and is motherly and sweet and that REALY turns ezio on and he jumps him and drags him to their room :P"

I was thinking the exact same thing just before this was posted, so I was too happy to fill this with my own little fantasy.

I hope you enjoy it! PLEASE REVIEW!

~~ Love from, HA15.

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~*/*/ Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo \*\*~

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Things were unusually peaceful around the Monteriggioni mansion – not that Leonardo was complaining. He hadn't wanted to be here particularly, but he was close to Ezio, the young assassinos were all very polite boys, and the countryside was sunny, so things could have been worse.

Putting his pencil to his lips (and unintentionally smearing black across them) the blond thought back on how he had arrived here…

Ezio had shown up one day in Venice, unannounced but always welcome in the artist's workshop. They had embraced before Ezio moved into Leonardo's bedroom (a small thing that had a bed in it, so Leonardo figured it was his "bedroom".) The assassin then threw two large bags at him.

"Pack your things, I'm taking you to Monteriggioni."

"Eh, che cosa? Why are you taking me to your uncle's, Ezio?"

The dark-haired assassin gazed at Leonardo with a mix of emotions he couldn't decipher. "I'm afraid I have made some rather brash enemies with my last mission. I have ripped every poster of me from the walls yet I fear they know you, and know how often I seek you, my friend. It is safer if you come with me."

Ezio wrapped an arm around his shoulders then, pulling Leonardo back towards the bedroom. The artist blushed and tried to concentrate, but after being pulled into that solid chest and having that husky, low voice in his ear – Mio Dios, I forgot that Ezio smells so very addicting… such a lovely mix of flavours and he is so very warm… so very close…

When Leonardo had finally come to his senses, Ezio had them both in a carriage off to the Monteriggioni countryside. Leonardo couldn't remember getting in the carriage, let alone packing.

As a result, Leonardo had been in Monteriggioni for the last week. Although the weather was beautiful, Leonardo had preferred to stay indoors and sketch, mull over some possible inventions, and explore the structure of the house.

He was still tapping the pencil against his lips, deep in memories, when the door swung open suddenly.

Ezio appeared in a flourish of white robes and stood in the doorway, light streaming in behind him, like an angel of justice. He strode into the room with a roguish grin that made the Da Vinci's chest fill with desire and his heart flutter like a butterfly's wings.

Behind his dearest friend, Leonardo caught sight of four young men clad in similar robes step into the room behind him, silent and swift. He was pleased when he recognized the specific boys as some of Ezio's youngest (and most promising, the Auditore had boasted to him one afternoon.)

"Ezio, my friend" the artist remarked, standing from the desk where he'd been surrounded by papers. He approached the other with a smile and open arms.

"Leonardo," Ezio greeted similarly, embracing his friend in strong and tanned arms. The men basked in each others warmth for a few peaceful moments before they pulled back.

Ezio suddenly gave a sheepish look and confessed, "I'm afraid I must ask your services. One of my assassinos was injured just outside of Monteriggioni, as they were returning from their last mission. He came to me for aid, and I would bandage his wounds myself, but …"

Leonardo was already nodding, yet the Grand Master continued with a sigh.

"My uncle calls for me and it seems the thieves and courtesans have news that I must hear of. Mi dispache, Lenoardo. I hate to burden you this way."

"It is nothing Ezio. You know that I am always pleased to aid your apprentices in any way I can."

The Auditore's gaze softened then, his eyes becoming like dark honey.

"You have wonderous hands Leonardo," Ezio remarked, taking one of these hands into his own. Leonardo felt heat flush over his cheeks and his heart staccato. Ezio traced the hand with calloused fingers, making Leonardos pulse jump further. "They have healed my wounds for many a years and soothed my nightmares. I trust you can do the same to my young assassinos."

"I-I uhh – o-of course!"

"Grazi, Leonardo." Ezio swiped his fingers across Leonardo's lips then, making the elder's breath catch in his throat. "By the way, you have markings on your lips…"

Ezio winked teasingly and then swept out the door a moment later. Leonardo shook his head to clear his thoughts before realizing in embarrassment that Ezio's apprentices were still standing against the wall. Leonardo hurriedly ushered the four apprentices into the center of the room with the same kind smile he had given Ezio.

However, his blue eyes widened when he saw that Dasten was bleeding heavily from his forehead and leg. The other three – Nando, Rinaldo and Vanze - were scraped but otherwise unharmed.

"Mio Dios, you're injured! Sit, sit! Let me fetch my bandages and a warm cloth. I'll return uno momento!"

"I-I can help you!" Nando cried, flipping down his hood to reveal earnest green eyes. He chased after Leonardo, his blonde ponytail bouncing, as the two began digging through Leonardo's bags at the opposite wall.

"Che. Suck-up," Vanze whispered, pulling off his own hood. Dasten elbowed him for that comment, his other hand still clutching his bloody forehead.

"Don't insult Nando, you bastardo. At least he's helping."

Vanze replied by punching the other's arm. This lead to both boys tugging at each others brown locks until Rinaldo tugged at both their ears, stilling them and causing them to yelp.

"Stop acting like children. You should respect Maestro Da Vinci," scolded the eldest of the apprentices in a hushed voice.

Just then, Leonardo dashed back into the room with Nando trailing not far behind him with an arm full of supplies.

With sure and soft movements, Leonardo rolled up the pant leg of the teen and began dabbing at his leg with a disinfectant.

The pony-tailed boy made no noise yet stiffened at the burn of chemicals and Leonardo murmured a low "Mi dispache."

After cleansing it, Leonardo unrolled bandages and turned to the apprentices. "Rinaldo, will you blot his forehead with this as well? Afterwards, Vanze, if you could run to dip this cloth in water for me?"

The brown-haired youth nodded and immediately dashed off as though this were a mission of the utmost importance.

"Once he returns, I'll need you to hold it against your forehead Dasten. It will quell the bleeding."

"Si si, I will."

Leonardo made a noise to himself as he began to swipe off the extra blood. "Facial injuries always bleed too much. It is because the blood vessels are so plentiful and close to the surface of your skin. Did you know that, assassinos?"

Seeing the shaking of heads and wide, curious eyes, Leonardo smiled. He felt a sense of affection overtake him.

He began to tell the boys all about his work with anatomy and facts he had discovered about the human body and its inner workings. That lead to discussions of Ezio and assassinations and soon the five men were talking amiably.

Dasten's injuries were bandaged and then long forgotten as they talked.

The group laughed at a joke Rinaldo had told, the elder apprentice being quite a skilled storyteller. Leonardo countered the joke by confessing that he too had once fallen face-first into a Venetian canal after attempting to sketch a pigeon. More laughter erupted at this.

"I don't believe it!" Nando said with a smile, brushing a stray blonde lock out of his eyes. "It's strange to think of you being anything but being graceful, Madre."

Nando froze in that instant, the rest of his sentence dying on his lips. The other three turned to him with wide eyes. Leonardo's own blue eyes widened as his brain scrambled to decipher what had just been uttered.

'Did Nando just… did Ezio's apprentice just…?'

Silence reigned for a moment. Then Vanze and Dasten both snapped–

"Idiota! Can't you control your tongue!"

"Merda, Nando, why did you have to slip up now of all times!"

Nando flushed red and looked to his feet, then up at Leonardo in horror, before surveying his fellow assassinos with the same panicked gaze.

"I-I mean –I'm s-sorry I just –"

"Distenda, distenda, it was bound to come out sooner or later that we look to Maestro Da Vinci as the Madre of our Brotherhood!" Rinaldo cried, trying to silence the three babbling teens.

"Shut up and stop acting like you're so cool!" Vanze barked. "We may call Maestro Da Vinci our mother that but at least we have an excuse! You're 21 and you do it too behind his back!"

An uncharacteristic flush graced the oldest apprentice's cheeks at this. He scratched his black curls and looked off to the wall, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Fufufu, I enjoy embarassing the young assassinos.

Man, writing this fic makes me want to play Brotherhood. It's just too bad Leonardo wasn't in it that much. =C