Chapter 2

Distractive Man

Outside the small mansion that sat on its own little hill overlooking Boston and the ocean, it was quiet. Inside, Krosis was busy going over paperwork while Haytham watched, sipping at a glass of wine.

Watching the younger man made Haytham think, how long has it been now? Five or six years? Maybe longer, his hair was starting to go grey in the roots from all the stress in trying to get the Templar's set up in the Colonies and kill off the Assassins.

"Haytham, you're being distracting again." Krosis' sarcastic voice made Haytham snap out of his thoughts making him realised he had been staring at Krosis.

"Oh, and how could I possibly distract you?" He laughed as Krosis gave him a half-hearted glare, though his eyes were filled with desire. "Ah that's how."

A smirk was on Haytham's lips as he placed his glass on the small table next to his armchair and strolled around the soldier to lean over his shoulders. Krosis sighed and leaned back into the Grand Master's warmth.

"I am certain you can take a rest, you have been at it all day even before I arrived."

"It is important that I stay in the General's good books and don't miss a deadline, unless you want me to miss the opportunity to rise?"

"I NEVER keep you from 'rising' you runt." Haytham spoke fondly as he chuckled into Krosis' messy hair. It had grown another inch since he last saw him, "It does you no good to over work. Get some rest then get back to it later."

"Yes sir." Krosis chuckled and placed his papers down at Haytham's firm tone. His older lover let him go so he could stand and turn around to take Haytham in his arms, "I have neglected you since you returned sir, my apologies. How was England?"

"Rather dull. Maybe I could persuade your superiors to allow you to 'escort' me back for a month. I know you miss London…"

"Thank you, but my duty binds me here." He spoke sadly, "The wine you brought back is enough for me… and you too." Krosis gave a small smile and gave Haytham a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Before Krosis could move back, Haytham spun his head and locked lips, his tongue forced past the younger man's soft lips. A chuckle escaped the man before he returned the kiss with great fever.

When they leaned back to breathe Krosis whispered fondly into Haytham's ear, "Missed you…"

"Missed you too… come." The shorter man stood back while giving a soft tug at the sleeve and left the office. Krosis frowned in confusion and followed, Haytham had vanished causing Krosis to smirk. Haytham wanted to play then Krosis will play.

Carefully he examined the bottom floor then went up the stairs when he found nothing, the Templar Grand Master was hiding quiet well. Wanting to find the man quickly, Krosis stopped to think over the situation.

'If I was Haytham, just returned from England after so long, where would I go?' Only one place stuck out like a sore thumb, it was the same place Krosis would go.

Up the stairs, Krosis walked into his bedroom. Sure enough there was Haytham looking very relaxed on the bed, dressed in nothing but his Templar ring. He was patiently awaiting Krosis' presence.

Looking at the hardness belonging to the handsome older man, the younger Templar quickly stripped out of his house clothes causing Haytham to chuckle and crawled over the man to hover above him. Their shaft tips touched causing them to both moan in longing, how they missed each other.

With the desire to taste his lover, Krosis bit at Haytham's neck and along his jaw bringing out small moans. Soon the older man was breathing heavily beneath him.

While Krosis gave him brilliant red bites, Haytham reached between them to take the soldier's shaft and pump causing the young man to release a keening moan, "Bloody hell I seriously missed you!"

At those words, Haytham laughed. His hand continued to pump while his free had travelled of over the expanse of his lover's hard chest and shoulder blades, rising goose bumps in his wake. "Well you better get inside me and show how much you missed me."

Another moan whispered out of his lips as Krosis pulled out the oil they used from under the pillow and began to soak his hole. When his superior was slick, Krosis rubbed himself and positioned himself.

With sweat forming on his skin, Haytham wrapped his legs around his young lover's strong back and moaned as a familiar feeling entered him. Oh he missed this so much in the months stuck in the rain and cold of London.

A loud groan filled the room as Krosis hilted deeply inside Haytham, without hesitation he began to pound into the man roughly.

This is what Haytham enjoyed the most. Krosis was a sweet, sarcastic and sometimes shy man but during sex he was a dominative, rough man. It was no problem for Haytham to submit to the pleasure of this man, something usually unlike him.

"Krosis…" The words were gritted out through Haytham's teeth as his skin heated up, the young man looked down with red tinging his cheeks and sweat dripping down his temples.

At the burning desire in his lover's eyes, Krosis tilted Haytham higher with his hands on the man's backside and slammed with all his strength inside causing the older man to arch at the pain and pleasure.

The young Templar dug his nails in and latched his teeth on the side of Haytham's neck, the older man muffled his loud moans by digging his own teeth around Krosis' shoulder. He ran his nails up and down Krosis' spine leaving marks and blood trails along the tight muscles.

The feeling of his lover finally inside him after so long, and a muscled lower stomach rubbing roughly against the bottom of his shaft and rough against his balls, Haytham threw back his head to release a strangled moan to the roof as he ejaculated.

The slickness of his sperm covered both his and Krosis' stomachs causing a pleasant slickness against his softening shaft that it was rather quick for it to return to its hard glory.

A moan and breathless grunt was the only warning for Haytham before his lover came, the two men howled in pleasure and relief. Out of breath, Krosis rolled out of Haytham and fell on his stomach beside the man.

Taking in a deep breath as he rolled over the back of the spent young man, Haytham ran his tongue down the small wounds he had given the man. A muffled moan was invoked at this action by the young man.

A smirk raised to Haytham's lips as he stroked his own haft with oil covered hand, bringing it to stand fully. Without warning he slammed fully into the solder bringing out a startled cry.

While Haytham slammed hard into the other man, he slapped Krosis on the backside brining up bright red glowing hand prints. Each slap made Krosis moan and jerk his hips forwards as if humping the bed.

Picking up speed, Haytham gripped the man's hips and slammed him onto his shaft bringing out beautiful gasps and small squeaks. Something not expected from such a tall rough looking soldier, only Haytham could make these sounds happen and knowing this made him smile.

With another deep moan and throwing their heads back, the two came simultaneously. They rolled to their sides, they both looked into each other's eyes with small smirks.

"Welcome home, Haytham." Krosis whispered as he leaned in so his lips to feather the man's forehead.

"Good to be back…" Haytham muttered back, the past months of restless nights and the energy used just now made him drowsy. Krosis watched the man fall asleep while propping his head up on an elbow and a gentle smile on his mouth.

-A-

In the morning after the two slept, Haytham awoke to an empty bed. Yawning while climbing out of the sheets, Haytham walked down the stairs to find his lover sitting in the kitchen drinking at a cup of tea.

The Grand Master made himself a mug and wrapped an arm around Krosis' shoulders so he could give a quick kiss on Krosis' temple.

"Good morning."

"Morning sir." At the warning tone, Haytham quickly let go and sat across from Krosis just in time as a pair of pretty little maids entered.

"Morning masters." The girls curtsied in practiced unison. Haytham raised a brow to Krosis in both question and defence.

"The old maid grew sick over the last month, her daughter and her friend are replacing her for the time being." Haytham hummed in understanding.

The young girls curtsied again and politely excused themselves to clean the rest of the small mansion. Once they were gone, Haytham looked to Krosis nervously.

"I will make sure they don't discover."

Nodding though not feeling any more at ease, Haytham sipped again at his tea to calm himself. He guessed all he could do was put his trust in Krosis.

"I need to return to my paperwork, excuse me sir. And once again, welcome back to Boston."

"Thank you Mr Alonso. I will be returning to New York this afternoon, it is appreciated for you letting me stay here again."

"Yes sir." Krosis saluted and returned to his office leaving Haytham alone to finish his tea.

Haytham sighed and rubbed his brow, after his first drink he poured another and another. Almost an hour into his wallowing one of the maids returned with the sheets bundled up in her arms, it made Haytham wonder where the large over blanket went to.

Did Krosis clean it before the maids arrived? That sounded like something the younger man would do, he had been trying to hide his sexual interest for a long time.

The second maid appeared and curtsied, "Master Kenway? I was asked to make you something to eat, do you favour anything?"

"Oh… some eggs will be appreciated. Thank you miss…?"

"I am Bella Turner, my friend is Francisca De'Pont…"

"Oh, she looked of French birth... Must be hard for her living here in Boston."

"Her family do get a lot of people harassing them for their accent…" Bella looked nervously towards the door where her friend was cleaning, "I worry for her… Krosis has done much in the short time though to keep them safe."

"Has he now?" Haytham pretended not to notice the one name bases the girl seemed to have with Krosis, "Have you known him for long?"

The girl started on making some breakfast for him while happily chatting away, "Oh yes, my mother has worked for him for about five years now. I have had the pleasure of coming along with her to help occasionally when he had no guests, he has been very kind to us."

"He is a good man, I have been very lucky to be one of his friends." The word 'Friend' left a bad taste in his mouth which he tried to wash away with the bitter ends of his tea.

"That he is sir, here is your meal." Bella placed the eggs with bread and strips of meat before him along the cutlery, she then turned to grab fruit out of the cupboards. Catching Haytham's curious look she gave an assuring smile, "Don't worry I am not taking anything I shouldn't, me and mother noticed he doesn't eat when he works on his papers. Mother keeps reminding me to make sure he eats."

"Good, force it down his throat if you need to." Haytham answered lightly, the girl laughed in agreement and took the bowl of fruits in to Krosis. The young man's laughter was muffled through the walls and it made Haytham twitch in annoyance.

Haytham was feeling jealous, he knew it too. He knew it was stupid, because Krosis did not like women, but it still made his hackles rise to hear someone else making him laugh. It should make Haytham happy to know someone is around keeping his lovers spirits up while his away.

The thoughts were interrupted when Francisca walked into the room after hanging up the wet sheets, "Hello sir…" She spoke quietly, as if afraid her accent would be recognised.

"Morning, your friend is in with Krosis."

"Thank you sir… Do you need anything else?" She spoke slightly louder when Haytham showed no anger at her accent.

"No, thank you. I shouldn't distract you from the rest of your duties." The girl curtsied and rushed off to continue her work.

With a heavy breath, Haytham left the empty plate and tea mug on the table and went in to check on Krosis. Thankfully Bella was not around, Haytham walked in and stood at the soldier's desk in a business like pose.

After a moment Krosis finally looked up with raised brows, "Something wrong sir?"

"I apologize; I must ride to New York ahead of time. I realise I have important business I have been putting off with Charles Lee." Worry filled the younger man's eyes as he read into Haytham's lie.

"Yes sir. Do you wish of me to escort you through the Frontier?"

"No need, you have important papers that I have distracted you too many times from already." Is what he said, even though he did want to ride alone with the man. He had something he wanted to say but wanted to say it when he was alone with the man.

"Of course, sir. I have kept your horse in the stables, ride safely and watch your back." Stiffly, Krosis stood and saluted his superior.

With a nod of his head, Haytham left his lover and the mansion behind. He thundered across the Frontier on his black horse trying to relax his muscles in the cool wind, winter was closing in on the land with its crisp scent.

Haytham had a gift custom made for the soldier, but he wanted to give it to the younger man in the right mood when alone.

Maybe they can have a 'hunting' trip through the woods?