Damaged Cargo: Handle with Care

duccio-de-luca:

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duccio-de-luca:

/owns half the Lombardi fortune.

/just sayin’

/and you do a fine job depleting it, bello…

duccio-de-luca:

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Bravo, Faccia di Cavallo.

duccio-de-luca:

/looks somewhat irritated as he’s pushed away, frown on his face again as he crosses his arms/

….you are kidding me, si? You want to wash me and shave me while your are dressed in that… fucking work of art?

I look nothing like him! BT

Yes…I will be quick, fret not!
/he gets up and mixes a lather for Duccio’s shave, then comes back quickly, sort of waddling in those heels, as he leans over once more and shaves Duccio’s face smooth with a straight blade/

Those chubby cheeks and that beard? I think you do~

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duccio-de-luca:

…Gesu Cristo, I hope you tipped him generously.

/runs his fingers through the feathers at the side slowly, having missed greatly the touch of feather on his skin, especially with Ilario. He moves his hand further back, his fingers barely skimming over the skin of one cheek as he looks over the detailing over the corset hungrily, more assessing just how long it would take to get him out of it than actually admiring it, grabbing the flesh suddenly and quickly adjusting himself to lean over and use both hands. He pulls Ilario closer to the edge of the bath roughly by his rear, noting vaguely in the back of his mind the length of time it had been since he had even seen it/

I hope you don’t mind your beautiful undergarments getting wet because I want you in the fucking bath right now.

NO!
/Ilario grabs Duccio’s shoulders and pushes away/
Please…we can do it in the bath another time…but I have to get that grime off thine body…and shave that face.

Dio, you look like a younger Rodrigo!

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duccio-de-luca:

/sighs, smile still lingering on his lips at the absurdity of it all. He reaches for one of Ilario’s hands and presses a kiss to it, not having really noticed the removal of his skirt/

Lies. I prefer you… /glances up at him, looking back down when he notices the tiny feathered undergarment he was sporting and just how sexy it looked with those thigh high stockings/ Dio mio, caro. Are those— How did you even— How do you -fit- in those?

I had them specially made…my a discreet tailor…
/he moves Duccio’s hand over his corset and to his silky black panties, which were nothing more but a triangle in the front and strings tied at the sides and a tiny thong over his rear cleft/

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duccio-de-luca:

/scoffs/ Ilario, you are simply far too big to carry off being a woman. Mi dispiace amore mio~

….though I am most glad it actually is you. And looking so bene in that corset to boot.

I was hoping you would be far too drunk to notice my terrible attempts…
/stands up and removes his skirt, showing his thigh high stockings and feathered hips/

I know you prefer women, so I thought why not dress as one for you?

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duccio-de-luca:

/laughs a little and shakes his head/ Templar agents are supposed to be better at hiding themselves, caro. Mi dispiace, I mean mistress~

//////…
/splashes water at Duccio and returns to his normal voice/ 

VAFFANCULO!…rompipalle…

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duccio-de-luca:

/leans back and screws his face up as she kisses him, frowning again at the familarity this strange person seemed to have towards him. He continues studying her as she washes him, noticing that the movements had caused her boa to be dislodged. He caught a glimspe of the skin beneath, a familair pattern emerging from the scarred flesh. Before she could protest he pulled on it to take it away from around her shoulders, revealing the skin beneath/

…

!!!
/drops the sponge quickly to cover his shoulders in vain, knowing it was too late and Duccio had seen, but still held out hope the other was not sober enough. He frowns and looks sadly at the other/

I wish you did not do that…My skin is very ugly. I know I am not the most beautiful woman, so I hide in my clothing. I will go if you do not want me here, messere…

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duccio-de-luca:

/huffs as he is put in to the bath, not caring for her laughter at all. THERE IS NO BUNNY TAIL. I JUST… RAN OUT OF SUGAR WAX. BT He looks at her curiously as she says “prezioso”, a term he has only ever heard from one person and it was not she/ …prezioso?

/He leans down and kisses the other’s scrunched up nose/
Like a little rabbit.

/Ilario soaps up a sponge and begins to scrub over Duccio’s chest and arms in a soothing manner
You will feel much better after a soak, caro~

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duccio-de-luca:

And why do you wish to remai— gah! /he is taken aback that she has the strength to pick him up; the new viewpoint making him notice what little shape she had despite the corset. He began to question just how little Ilario thought of him to send such a… unique looking woman. As though he had simply picked someone out who would be cheap enough/

….you have suprising strength for a woman.

Again, I am a care-taker…not a whore….
Perhaps “mistress” would be a good title, but I am here for your well being, messere~
/he sets Duccio on the edge of the large marble basin and helps the older man climb in slowly. Ilario sees the other bend over and giggles at the sight of Duccio’s “bunny tail” that had grown back/

You are quite prezioso, even for a drunkard, Ser Duccio~

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duccio-de-luca:

/is unconvinced but is too worn out to care overly. He watches her through half-closed eyes, resting one arm over his forehead. There was something very strange about this woman. And almost familar. He groans as she mentions a bath/

Dio mio, you people and baths. I don’t need a bath, I just need more wine. /looks at her again more attently as he hopes to plead with her and notices she is wearing a mask/ ….you are wearing a mask…?

Si…I am from Venezia…
We either wear them for carnival or when we wish to remain anonymous.
/he helps Duccio sit up as he puts the robe on the other/
You will have more to drink after a good scrub, si?

/Ilario pretty much picks the drunk man up as if he were a doll and slings Duccio over his shoulders as he carries the other to the bathing room/
 

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duccio-de-luca:

…I count him as dearest friend also. ….One whose presence would be most welcome. We did not part on the best of terms. /grunts and adjusts himself as the other undresses him, eyes still closed and not entirely sure he likes where this is headed. He couldn’t even face the thought of the whores, let alone this odd new woman that was undressing him and talking about personal matters as though she were privy to them/

This…urgh… this really is not necessary you know… /he opens his eyes briefly and looks down to her hands. Despite the gloves he can tell the hands and arms beneath them are as oddly large as the rest of her, and the muscles more defined than that of a typical woman/ …what did you say you were again?

I am a care taker, messere. Perhaps, like a nurse maid, but unlike a nurse maid, I can perform other duties. However, I will not do anything other than care unless you wish it to be so.
/He undresses Duccio in a tender manner, with not a hint of sexual intent, and covers the other’s now nude body with a blanket as he fetches a bathing robe for the man/
 …And you certainly need care.

First off, a bath…

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duccio-de-luca:

/tuts and tries to squirm free from her touch, eyes closed again and frowning heavily. The movement makes him feel too queasy, so he doesn’t protest much, sighing as he lies still again/

Mmrghf, full of wine if nothing else… /breathes out heavily/ …Partner… si…. I had hopes he might come himself. No doubt greater conquests draw his attentions.

….to the harbors, of course.

Hmm…
/Ilario groans in disagreement as he sits on the bed next to Duccio and begins to undress him carefully/
Have some faith, ser…perhaps he will be here soon.
Maybe he wishes to surprise you?
Why do you care since he is but a business partner, and not a lover?~

/As Ilario sits, the scent from his clothing and boa hit Duccio. A smell of tubrose and jasmine, a delicate mix meant for an exotic lady no doubt, not the typical smell of musky damak rose and citrus as Ilario normally wears/

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