Warm Welcoming

A/N: Hello Assassin's Creed Archive! I'm Future Prodigy, and I decided to try my hand at writing a smut about Haytham and Ziio. These two people are my favourite pairing; I really wish they had gotten a happier ending. But never fear, for I have written one for them! This takes place during modern times, and there is no such thing as Templars and Assassins . . . which sort of takes this away from being an AC story, but never mind! Let's go on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed in anyway.

"Football is better, and everybody knows it," the man across from me said. "At least the British one; not the Americans' bloody excuse for Rugby."

"It's all a matter of perspective," I argued. "Say for example, when I went to Texas, everybody talked about Soccer- I mean, "Football."" I corrected myself when I saw him clench his jaw in irritation. I only smiled and continued on. "Sure they did go crazy whenever an American football home game went on, but they still lived and breathed "football.""

Haytham huffed and mumbled something incoherent. I leaned back in my chair and took a sip from my cup of coffee. I had won another argument...again.

Seeing the satisfied grin on my face Haytham said, "When will there be a time when I can successfully beat you in a verbal spar?"

Leaning forward until we were almost nose-to-nose, I gave him a suggestive smile. "I believe you let me win."

"What?" He said, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about, love."

I leaned in closer until our lips were barely brushing against each other. "Uh-huh." I grabbed his tie. "Now shut up and kiss me."

He did as he was told and leaned forward, and I was met by the sweet taste of his lips. We hadn't been together like in four weeks, getting by on Face time calls since his business trips to London kept us apart. Because of that time apart, I was starting to feel like a smoker on a nicotine withdrawal. I had just picked him up from JFK airport and we were at a coffee shop not far from my apartment doing some major catching up, and by the way his tongue was trying to push past my lips to gain entrance to my mouth, he had something other than idle conversation on his mind.

When we parted, I was left a bit breathless while he just smirked at me with the triumphant look now on his face. Haytham got up from his seat, leaving the money for our drinks and made his way behind me. He whispered in my ear, "Why don't we leave before we end up giving the paparazzi a show?"

During our heated moment, I almost forgot about those bastards. With Haytham being the new young CEO of Abstergo Industries, he was the topic of numerous newspapers and gossip magazines. I looked around the little shop, thinking that one might pop out and snap a picture before I could snap his neck.

Haytham offered his hand and I took it, both of us just short of running out of the door to my car, me taking the passenger side while he took the driver's. Once inside, I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him into another kiss, this one more aggressive than the other in the shop. I felt his hands tangle in my thick hair, practically ripping it out of the ponytail I had it in. I had already managed to get his suit jacket off of him, and was working on unfastening his tie when he lifted my chin to look into his eyes, making me halt my movements.

He smiled a bit before kissing me again, this time more gentle like. "I would rather make love to you in a proper bed, than in your Maserati," he said.

I thought about his words for a moment. Deciding that he was right, I huffed and plopped myself back in my seat. I saw him chuckle before he started taking his sweet time backing out and pulling into New York City traffic. "You better hurry up then," I said licking my lips.

"Oh?"

"Of course," I answered. When he stopped at the light close to my place, I pressed my lips close to his ears and whispered, "You're going to be catching up on all that homework you missed out on, Mr Kenway. And maybe . . ." I nibbled on his ear, "If you're a good boy, I'll give you a little . . . extra credit." That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The next second the light turned green and Haytham floored the pedal, never letting up until he got outside my apartment.

Once we got past the lobby and the elevator doors closed, we tangled up in each other again, him being so bold as to creep his hand up my skirt to cup my thigh as I had pushed him against the wall. I grinded on him, feeling his desire for me through his trousers. Haytham looked at me through lust filled eyes, and before I knew it, he turned the tables and I was the one now on the wall. I felt the cold metal bring goose bumps to my skin as he lifted me up with me now looking down at him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and threw my head back, letting him shower my neck with kisses.

When the bell dinged, signalling we were on my floor, he carried me to my door, never letting his eyes leave mine as he somehow managed to fish the key from his pocket and open the door. Once inside, he kicked it shut and threw me on my bed rather roughly; but it didn't matter, for I liked it when things got "interesting".

Haytham took off his shoes and tossed them on the other side of the room, hitting the ground with a loud thud. Making his way onto the bed, he started coming my way, backing me up until I laid my head down on the pillows. I got to work getting rid of his black tie while his hands taking removing my purple blouse from its place tucked into my skirt, and started moving it up, leaving a hot trail wherever his hands went. I lifted my arms over my head as he pulled the piece of clothing off me, leaving me in only my bra and skirt. I managed to get him out of his vest before he started undressing the lower half of my body. I frowned as I noticed that he was fully clothed while I was in nothing but my lingerie.

Sensing my sudden displeasure, Haytham stopped to look at me. "What's wrong, Ziio?"

"You wear too many layers," I mumbled.

He gave me a lopsided grin. "We'll have to remedy that, won't we?" He took my hands in his and guided them to the first button on his shirt. When we were done, he shrugged it off and it fluttered down to the hardwood floor. His chest was so toned that it looked as if blessed by the god Apollo himself. I ran my hands over his chest and pulled him back towards me, our lips crashing against each other. Sliding my hands further down his body, I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, letting him shimmy out of them. All that stood between us was his boxers and my panties.

Haytham placed his hand on the small of my back, snaking its way up and making me arch at his touch. It found its destination, the clasp of my bra, unhooked it and threw it on the other side of the room, my chest now bare to him.

He stopped his kisses at looked at me as though I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Knowing how much he travelled, he's seen every single type of girl there is, and was probably offered them all, yet chose me to be his lover -his konoronhkwa. Haytham was entirely different than other guys I had dated. His eyes would smirk each time I said something witty, or the way he would treat me like a lady instead of a plaything to be used and abused. It would be the smallest things that he would do for me; sending a bouquet of flowers to my doorstep whenever he went away on business, and commenting on how lovely I looked if we went out. I'm not someone for petty sentiments, but Haytham made me feel as though he's mine, and I his.

I cupped his face and rubbed my thumb along his jawline, feeling the slight bit of stubble there. Haytham brought his lips to my temple before he rid himself of his pants, exposing himself to my eyes.

Soon my last article of clothing joined the pile at the foot of the bed, and he grabbed my legs and spread them, positioning himself at my entrance. He kissed me one last time before he thrust into me fully, making me gasp at the sudden feeling of him inside me. It had been a while since we last had sex, and my body was going to learn how to adjust. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through me as he withdrew and thrust into my core again, gaining another little sound from my lips. He kept a slow pace at first, letting me get used to him before he picked up speed, pumping into me at full strength, having me go from making small noises to screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

I soon felt the inner workings of my orgasm trying to make its way through my body, but resisted the growing tension in my lower abdomen. The look on Haytham's face suggested that he was close to his point as well, but was holding it back.

"H-Haytham," I gasped, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. I raked his back with my nails so hard it bled a little. He hissed in response and drove into me faster.

"That hurt Ziio," he said through clenched teeth.

Haytham buried his head into the crook of my neck, and bit on the flesh there, leaving his mark all the while.

"Please," I begged. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed my release, and I needed it now.

He pushed into me one last time, his beautiful face twisting in pain as he tried to delay the inevitable. That look on him was my undoing. I felt myself clench around him, and entered euphoria, throwing my head back and crying out his name, my voice reaching a crescendo. Haytham followed shortly after, my name leaving his lips as he found his release.

And then it was done. We lay still for a moment, his member still deep within me before he unsheathed himself. I whimpered a bit, still a bit sore from our tryst.

Haytham smiled and kissed my forehead once more before he flopped down beside me on the bed and placed the sheets over both of us. He put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I snuggled against his chest before I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me from this world and into the next.