"Or the worst, some would say," Takeshi replies, amused in thinking of their third, as their lips brush. Not that it matters one way or the other. Darcy's influence over them is an undeniable part of life, like needing oxygen to breathe. And he's pretty sure, as Ezio pulls a sigh from him with the gentle scrape of teeth on skin, that Ezio wouldn't disagree.

They fit so well together though, the three of them, in any and all the possible combinations.

Ezio in his arms feels right, the press of their bodies as he turns and moves into him just so, perfect. He gives into the kiss, into Ezio, with a gentle sigh. Let's him set the pace, the mood, content to follow, to taste and touch, savor, unhurried.