Chapter 1
Something New
The Green Dragon tavern was loud, more so then usual.
All the noise kept Haytham awake, making him roll around his bed for hours trying to ignore the pulsing of his walls at the sound.
With a groan of annoyance, the Templar threw off his covers and pulled his long hair into a loose messy ponytail. Once he tugged on his boots, Haytham exited his meager inn room with a heavy yawn.
The small group of his newfound friends and fellows in the Order all sat in their usual table, a small group of other random men and women surrounded it while clapping their hands as Hickey and another man sculled their pints.
After some time the younger of the two raised a hand in defeat making people cheer or boo, Hickey didn't have the strongest stomach for once.
The man Hickey had been versing laughed, not showing a hint of drunkenness as he relaxed in his chair. A bright red soldier coat was hanging over the back of the chair, Haytham looked the man up and down defensively as he joined them.
"'Ey there 'aythum!" Hickey slurred out his words while grabbing at the backsides of any passing woman making the older Templar frown in disapproval, Johnson pulled over an empty chair for Haytham to sit.
"Appreciated, Johnson."
"Not a worry sir. Couldn't sleep?" The slightly older man chuckled at the exhaustion on Haytham's face, "Want something to drink?"
"Yes, thank you." Haytham called over a barmaid and requested a drink; the woman bowed her head and went away with other orders.
Haytham didn't speak in the time it took for his drink to arrive, though the second he took his first mouthful the Redcoat raised his own new pint with a cocky smirk, "Cheer's mate."
With a tilt of his head, Haytham raised his own drink and repeated a simple, "Cheers."
The soldier jumped when a drunken woman fell into his lap, "Are you alright miss?" The woman laughed at his polite tone and wrapped her arms around his neck while getting more comfortable in his lap.
Around the table men cheered and teased, Haytham felt his brow twitch as he caught the uncomfortable look on the soldiers face. The younger man went stiff as another woman hanged over his shoulders causing the soldier to look like a frightened deer.
The startled surprise was replaced with a cheerful grin, fake as anything.
The night drew on and Haytham began to converse with the soldier, learning his name was Krosis Alonso.
"I was under Braddock's command along with Charles."
"I heard about Braddock… were you there?"
"Yes, I was." Krosis seemed to relax as the woman on his lap migrated over to Hickey, who didn't hesitate to make out with her.
Exhaustion hit Haytham again causing him to rub his eyes, Krosis looked at him with concern over the rim of his drink.
"Are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in an age…"
"I had had a very hard time these past months. I would like some quiet but…" He looked around the pub; Krosis nodded in agreement and squinted around.
"Might do me some good to get out of here too…" The soldier muttered as the woman in Hickey's lap tried to pull him down into a kiss.
Watching Krosis avoid the woman's sucking lips, Haytham sighed and stood suddenly. Only a few watched as he gestured an hand over to an unused board game.
"Mr. Alonso, may you appreciate a game?"
"It's a bit loud out here for that, mate. You might appreciate my chessboard back at my place, and a couch." Krosis chuckled in humor.
"And the quiet too… give me a moment." Haytham didn't want to throw away the opportunity to play chess or get some sleep, even on a couch. He dressed into his full clothes and returned to look for the soldier.
"The boy went to get some bottles down the stairs, give him a good thrashing at chess for me, Sir." Johnson called out when he saw his superior in the Order; Haytham nodded in thanks and went down to meet the Redcoat.
With three bottles in hand, they exited the pub and walked down the quiet streets with deep breaths of the clear air and sighs of relief as the noise was left behind, "I don't like crowds like that…"
"You did seem rather uncomfortable, Mr. Alonso." The solider seemed to flinch, not realizing Haytham had noticed his discomfort.
Without another word, the tall young man led them through the streets and alleys until they reached a small house that looked like it was falling apart, "Sorry, it's not much on the outside…"
"It is quieter then the inn, that's for sure." Haytham chuckled in light humor as he waited for the younger man to unlock the door. Inside Krosis was quick to light his lamps; they walked into the study where the chessboard was set out on a small coffee table.
Carefully, Krosis lit the candles beside the board while Haytham sat and began to set up the board while savoring the feeling of the nostalgic pieces in his fingers.
"One moment…" The soldier disappeared into the darkness; there was the sound of clinking somewhere in the back of the house before he returned with two glasses in his hand.
The taller man sat into his old armchair and poured them a drink each before getting started with the game.
-A-
How long had they been playing chess and drinking?
Haytham wobbled slightly as he went to the bathroom the hundredth time that night, how much had he drunk? More than the soldier that was sure.
Both him and Krosis had gone through the three bottles bought back from the pub; the younger man was starting to look a little tipsy and red in the cheeks while Haytham felt dizzy, like he was having an outer body experience.
"I think I have had enough… are you alright to sleep down here? I can give you my bed if you like…"
"No it is fine. Goodnight Mr. Alonso."
"Goodnight Mr. Kenway." Krosis returned with a light chuckle while climbing his stairs.
A shattering window awoke Haytham, he groaned in annoyance. Finally he had been getting some sleep only to have it ruined again. A throb in his head was beginning to form.
The sound of Krosis rushing down the starts made Haytham stand to alert, suddenly feeling very sober in the face of possible danger, "What was that Mr. Kenway?"
"I don't know, it came from the kitchen." The two men rushed to the kitchen to find a cold wind flowing through the shattered window, a large stone with a message wrapped around it lay on glass shards on the floor.
As Krosis lifted to rock to read the message, Haytham looked through the glass to try and spy anyone outside but all he saw was the darkness. Turning around he saw Krosis looking at the paper with a sorrowful expression.
"What is it?" The young man flinched and looked up with a startled look.
"Oh, nothing. Just some people around here don't like the idea of a Redcoat living amongst them…" As he spoke, Krosis crumpled up the paper and pulled a fake smile. "I will grab some boards from under my stairs, you should get some more sleep."
With the paper clenched in his trembling hand, Krosis walked away while hunching his shoulders in hurt. Whatever was on that paper was not aimed at his soldier life, and it made Haytham rather curious.
Giving the window another glance, Haytham returned to the couch. The sound of Krosis hammering boards over the window kept Haytham awake until the younger man finally returned to his room.
Waiting a moment, Haytham stood and pulled back on his hidden blade gauntlet over his plain shirt. Silently he left through the front door and went around the side of the shattered window, pacing around the Templar found the first hint.
Not a moment ago someone had been crouching behind a fence, probably watching Krosis' reaction and seeing Haytham.
Awakening his eagle eye with a wince as it made him get hit with nausea, Haytham followed a hazy gold trail through the alleys until he found three men whispering to each other. Stealthily as he could, Haytham climbed the wall near the corner and perched on the roof just above them so he could listen.
"Bastard had another man with him, openly showing off his devilish habits."
"We should drag him out for his generals to see!"
"I don't want him to breathe on me… I might catch it."
While rubbing his chin, Haytham frowned at the thought of anyone mistreating the Redcoat. Even if he didn't like them that much, Haytham still appreciated Krosis allowing him to rest at his home.
Swiftly, before any of the men could go back to Krosis', Haytham fell from the roof and slammed two men's heads to the ground and thus knocking them out. The third man leapt back with a gasp before being slammed into the wall with Haytham holding his shirt collar.
"I have some questions if you don't mind. Why did you throw the stone into Mr. Alonso's window?"
"I have nothing to say to you devil shit!" With a disinterested sigh, Haytham slammed his elbow over the man's chin. Blood began to drip down from a slit lip.
"Please let us be pleasant to each other. I am curious to why you and your friends seem so bent on the demise of a Redcoat solider."
"You battymen are all the same, acting like your normal!"
That made Haytham pause, "Battymen…?" He heard that saying before, somewhere in the Caribbean Sea.
"Yes, arse lovers." The man sniggered.
"Ah? Mr. Alonso enjoys the company of men?" That question made Haytham's captive look him up and down curiously.
"You didn't know? I thought that since you…"
"That because I was at his house I was 'with' him?" Haytham muttered out in annoyance.
"Seems like it…" Looking up, Haytham met eyes with Krosis. The taller man stood with hands folded behind his back, looking every bit a soldier. His face was of regal indifference as he stopped walking just a foot away from them.
"Mr. Alonso, I apologize. I…"
"What have you to apologize for Mr. Kenway? You led the way right to these trouble makers…" Krosis looked to the man trembling against the wall, "You have threatened an Captain of the British Army. That is enough to have you thrown in a prison cell."
"Sir please! I am sorry… we wont do it again! We were confused by rumors and lies!" The man sniveled making Haytham give him a curt disgusted look, "Please don't throw me in a cell!"
Krosis' eyes showed no emotion, as he looked the man up and down, he gave the unconscious men on the ground a simple glance.
"You may get off with a warning, but I will be reporting this attack if you return." Krosis looked to Haytham without a change in tone or expression, "Mr. Kenway, if you wish I could escort you back to the tavern."
"No, it is fine Mr. Alonso. I would very much appreciate sleep, I have had enough disruption tonight." Haytham let the sniveling man fall to the ground and took a similar pose as Krosis as he stepped over the unconscious men.
"Yes sir." Krosis stood to attention and led the way back to his home. Following quietly, Haytham felt a tremble at the tone Krosis was using. The solder tone sounded so… sensual?
Once inside and away from prying ears, Haytham halted Krosis at the stairs. "Was it true, what they said?"
Krosis stopped and turned to look back at Haytham with a stiff stance, "…Yes… I apologize."
"Why?" That made Krosis look at Haytham in surprise as the shorter but older man moved to stand in front of him, "I don't judge."
"I… thank you…" Krosis' face filled with relief as he lowered his head in thanks.
The black haired mans silver blue eyes then widened again as Haytham stood closer so his face was beneath Krosis' so he could whisper, "I REALLY don't judge."
Maybe it was the alcohol that made him so confidant, or the building desire that made Haytham do what he did.
With the whisper of warm breath, Haytham pulled the taller man's head down to lock lips. A small grunt of surprise escaped the young man before relaxing and deepening the kiss.
Their tongues fought against each other, Krosis reach up to clench Haytham on each side of his head and forced the older man backwards to slam against the other wall.
Parting, they took deep breaths, "Sorry…" Krosis apologized for his sudden roughness Haytham with a deep rasp, the older man chuckled as he removed his hidden blade and began to unbutton Krosis' shirt.
"I am a bit dominating myself." Haytham shoved the shirt off the soldier and ran his eyes down. It had been a while since he was with another man, the last sexual encounter had with either gender had been with Ziio, the native woman.
A ping of hurt hit his chest at the thought of the woman, he would had liked to have been with her longer but her discovery of his presence in the Templar Order made her send him away.
Haytham moaned as Krosis distractively tugged away his shirt and bit at his collar, leaving a red mark behind. Krosis spun him around and slammed his chest roughly into the wall causing him to grunt and moan.
If Haytham planned to complain about the position, it was lost as a warm coarse hand descended into his trousers and wrapped around his hard member. Haytham released a loud moan and threw his head back causing Krosis to chuckle against his ear.
The hand around his member began to pump slowly making Haytham harden more, he gritted his teeth at the almost painful wave of pleasure. The Templar almost wanted to let Krosis control the whole night… but Haytham was a leader and very dominant. He wanted to be in control of this night, their first time together.
Using his experience as an Assassin and Templar, Haytham slammed against Krosis, winding him, and threw the taller man to the floor. With a smirk, Haytham straddled his lap and began to remove the soldier's pants.
Without a word, Krosis watched with lusting eyes.
And when his large member was release, Haytham was blessed with a deep throated moan as he grabbed the pulsing flesh tightly.
"Ah uh, I will be in control tonight. Mr. Alonso… I am older." Haytham tutted when Krosis tried to roll them over.
"I am taller." Krosis said back with rasp humor in his voice, but he submissively relaxed on his forearms to watch Haytham pump his shaft. Another moan came from the younger man, "Hngh… Mr. Kenway… I suggest doing something else before I decide to change my mind."
"Impatient runt." Haytham muttered, but he too wanted to be inside this young soldier soon. Even more so when the man moaned deliciously as he did just then, "Just be still and trust me."
Krosis hummed in understanding, he threw his head back and sighed towards the roof as Haytham pumped him harder and faster.
Watching the young man's face contort in pleasure as time went by made Haytham's breathing become harsher. To hurry things along, he gripped the man's balls tightly.
The cry that escaped Krosis made Haytham's skin burn with want. Finally Krosis came, squirting his sperm all over his stomach and Haytham's hand.
Using his slicked hand, Haytham stretched Krosis' arse so it was slick for his shaft. A moan came from the man and he look up at Haytham with glassy eyes, he was submitting wonderfully and it made Haytham dizzier with lust.
After making sure Krosis' arse was literally dripping, Haytham slicked his hand again and covered his shaft, "Roll over, now."
Without question at Haytham's authority, Krosis rolled onto his stomach and held himself up with his forearms. Haytham gripped the young man around the hips, used his thumbs to spread the man wide and bent over his back to suck the skin on the back of Krosis' neck.
Slowly, Haytham pushed in his tip. Krosis moaned at the intrusion and spread his legs some more.
Then the two cried out in unison as Haytham slipped in without hindrance to the hilt. With the pleasure that washed over him, Haytham had to pause for a breath.
"Mr. Kenway…" Krosis moaned and wiggled.
"Alright, you impatient runt." Haytham chuckled while straightening up on his knees. At a slow pace he began to move in and out, Krosis arched in pleasure and clenched his teeth.
"Mr… Kenway… please…" The words came from deep in his throat.
In reply, Haytham sped up his pace while reaching one hand around to grip Krosis' hardening member and pumped it in unison to his thrusts. The speed and strength was growing as light began to flash and sparkle in his eyes.
Once again they cried out together as they simultaneously came. Haytham slackened against Krosis for a moment. The young man took his weight surprisingly well and stayed motionless until Haytham could catch his breath.
Haytham crawled off Krosis, Haytham couldn't take his eyes off the young mans behind and found himself going dry in the mouth.
Making it worse, Krosis rolled onto his back and rubbed his face. Haytham bent down and ran his lips along the young soldier's chest and neck drawing out a small chuckle.
Without words, the two men got dressed and stood to look at each other.
"I wish to make an offer, Mr. Alonso." Haytham's voice, even after what just transpired, was full of authority and business.
"Oh?" Krosis crossed his arms and tilted his head, the small gesture made Haytham twitch again.
"Leave the Redcoats and join my organization."
"Hm? That's asking a fair amount from me, maybe you should first explain…" Krosis spoke in a similar tone and scratched his chin, "Another game of chess?"
"Yes thank you, and maybe afterwards I can get some sleep. Is your bed still up for offer?"
A hearty laugh filled the room brightly, "Always."