Chapter 4

Caught like Deer

"Haytham…" Before the man entered the spare room close to Krosis', he paused and let the other man go in first.

"What is the matter?" Was it something to worry about?

"Have you noticed anything about Bella and Francisca for the past month?"

"No, why?"

"No nothing, I must be imagining things." Krosis rubbed the light beard on his jaw, Haytham looked his lover up and down. The younger man was very handsome, more so with the forming wrinkles in his eyes and mouth. It made him look mature and dangerous.

It reminded Haytham of his own age, he was getting old. The thought hit him hard, what if he died? What would Krosis do?

"Something wrong?"

"No nothing." Haytham returned the words, "Just I don't like the beard, makes me think of Charles."

A laugh filled the room, "Let us go downstairs, Bella is cooking us a meal!"

That made Haytham rush, Bella's food was mouth-watering.

"Masters, I am almost done…" Bella spoke over her shoulder, Francisca was doing her best to assist but cooking was NOT her greatest skills.

After a passing time, a lovely meal was set before them. The two men hungrily dug into the food while the two ladies cleaned.

While eating, Haytham noticed Krosis was paying close attention to each young woman's movement through his lashes. Soon Haytham found himself spying on them, curious to understand what the fuss was about.

The first signal appeared when Francisca bumped knuckles with Bella, and suddenly they flinched away and tried to look anywhere but each other. Krosis met eyes with Haytham with the secret message, 'See that?'

Slowly Haytham lowered his head as yes while pretending to eat without watching the two ladies in the room.

That night, the two men sat out on the balcony drink tea and playing chess.

"So now you know what I was worried about."

"I wonder what happened between them, maybe a fight?"

"I don't know about that, they act the same to each other just they seem to be afraid of something…" Krosis looked worried, "I should keep my eyes on them."

"I will be certain to mention anything wrong that I see." The younger man's eyes brightened fondly as he smiled at Haytham in thanks.

The two men finished their game and went to bed, both feeling lost in the cold that their lover was only meters away from them.

-A-

In the morning, Haytham and Krosis went about their business. Once Francisca arrived, they paid close attention to the two when they were in the same room.

Every so often the men caught little moments like there had been last night. Every time the young women touched or got too close, they would flinch and rush away. It seemed worse when they knew Haytham or Krosis was there, they would peek over as if checking they hadn't seen.

Not finding out what the problem was or getting progress on work, Krosis grumbled and left his office suddenly. Only to witness one scene he did not expect.

At the sound of Krosis' steps, the young women flew apart. Terror filled their eyes at being caught, Krosis' eyes were just as wide as he gawped at them.

"Haytham!"

"What is it?" The older man walked down the stairs and frowned at the sight of the two ladies looked at Krosis with begging eyes, "What happened? Is everything alright?"

"Guess what I just saw!" The two ladies flinched in fear making Haytham feel surprisingly queasy. Suddenly Krosis said in sing song like a bratty child, "Bella and Francisca kissing in the foyer!"

The two in question looked at Haytham with wide eyes, the man felt his own eyes widen slightly as he thought over this news and an answer to Krosis' sarcasm so he wouldn't frighten the ladies.

"That is ALL you wanted to tell me? I thought they were breaking boys into the mansion!" The two ladies looked like startled deer. That was not what they were expecting him to say.

"What?! I am just happy they weren't fighting, you old geezer!"

"What did you say, runt?" Haytham crossed the floor to glare at Krosis, "… Come here." The two women gasped as they witnessed the two men fall into a deep kiss. Red tinged their faces, while eye eyes filled with surprise and relief.

After a moment they moved back, Haytham frowned. "Get rid of the damn beard already."

With a huff, Krosis threw his arms in the air like a sour child and rushed up the stairs with a, "FINE, you never let me do anything!"

"Master Kenway… you and Krosis are…" Bella's voice was a quiet whisper of disbelief.

He looked down at the two startled girls with a gentle smile, "Been together since we first met."

Those words made them give bright smiles of relief.

"How about you two? When did all this start for you?"

While Francisca looked shyly away, Bella answered with a fond voice that made Haytham feel warm with understanding, "Francisca always knew, I didn't know she felt this way until last week… I noticed she was distant and I faced her when collecting herbs from the garden."

The two women looked to each other with loving smiles, how the two have grown in the many years. "She broke out crying and told me how she felt, all her fears and I just knew at that moment… I loved her too."

The two linked hands, their eyes were getting misty with tears.

"Your love is safe on this property, you are free to show it even in front of me and Haytham." Krosis kindly spoke from the top of the stairs, he had leaned on the rail to listen to the story. "Hug or kiss to your heart's content, just be careful when there are guests or open windows."

Laughs of joy escaped Bella and Francisca as they held each other, Haytham looked up at Krosis as the man called down to him. "You are coming Haytham, or should I drag you up?"

The two ladies blushed in embarrassment at Krosis' tone and went an even brighter red when Haytham ran up the stairs two at a time in his eagerness.

Inside Krosis room, Haytham kissed the man feverously. They no longer had to hide from the two maids; they could touch each other to their hearts content.

Stripping their clothes off, the two men ran their hands over each other's muscles. "Please, Haytham." Krosis' voice was low as he looked deeply into the other man's eyes; eagerly the Grand Master soaked himself in oil and slammed his lover face first onto the bed.

Holding his hard shaft firmly at the base, Haytham positioned his tip and thrust forward enough that only it entered. Krosis waited patiently with lust and anticipation as Haytham gripped him tightly around the hips.

A long moan echoed around the room as Haytham used Krosis' hips to slam hard onto his member so he could hit the nerves deep inside in one go. Without pausing even with the warmth making his knees weak, Haytham pounded his hips back and forth while making certain to hit the nerves in each thrust.

Every time he hit the spot, Krosis let out a grunt of pleasure. Removing one hand from his lover's hips, Haytham clenched his fingers into Krosis' hair and tugged back roughly causing the younger man to cry out and arch into the bed.

Gritting his teeth and curling his toes because of the pleasure, Haytham bit back a groan as Krosis pulsed around him and squeezed him tightly. Reaching his free hand around, the Grand Master gripped Krosis' own shaft and firmly clasped it at the base causing the younger man to squirm and whimper.

A fine layer of sweat was drenching Krosis' muscular back, Haytham drooled at the sight as he kept his pace. "Come now Mr Alonso. Shouldn't you be louder for your master?"

"Sorry sir…" Krosis apologized with an attempted sarcastic tone, but it drowned out in moans and gasps. "More, please sir…. More…!"

A smirk rose to Haytham's lips, he hunched over and bit his lover on the back of the neck evoking a strangled moan from the man. With his grip tight, Haytham ran his hands up and down the long and thick girth of the younger man.

The sounds coming out of Krosis raised an octave until he was gurgling out around drool as loud as he could. Warm wetness covered Haytham's hand as Krosis cried out pitifully with pleasure, but that did not stop Haytham from rubbing him.

Not even a second passed until Krosis was firm in his hand again, Haytham was running out of breath as he repeated his actions making Krosis come again. The younger man's voice cracked as he squirmed more, "Haytham… Haytham!"

"Yes?" Haytham leaned against his lover's ear and gave the sensitive feature a rough bite, drawing blood.

"Please, release inside me!"

Haytham moaned in pleasure at the idea, he leaned back to grip his lover's hips once again with his dry hand and began to pick up his speed with eagerness to reach his end.

Krosis was growing hard again in his hand, the man was keening as a third orgasm began to rise and clench in his balls. The speed Haytham was pumping him was almost painful as the older man tried to get Krosis to his level of pleasure so they could come together.

And after a long breathless moment, they cried out in unison. Haytham went still as he waited for all his sperm to fill Krosis' body, the white liquid made a puddle on the floor around his feet and some from Krosis soaked the bottom of the sheets.

The two men piled up onto the bed and sighed. Krosis laid on his back while Haytham faced into his shoulder, they folded their hands together across the younger man's stomach. Their two Templar rings glistened in the dull light, bright against the star like reflections along Krosis' tight muscles.

Slowly, Krosis stroked his fingers through Haytham's long hair as the older man drifted to sleep.

Tonight made them forget all their worries, and the recent deaths of their close friends.

Only Hickey, Charles and the pair of secret lovers survived their band of Templar's.

Krosis looked at Haytham's relaxed face sorrowfully, he knew the Grand Master also thought this, if they didn't survive which one of them would go first?

Would Krosis be able to live on if it was Haytham? He knew the Grand Master would force himself forward every day to keep the Templar ideals alive

He really didn't think he would survive without the older man. Maybe his want to protect Bella and Francisca will keep him going, Krosis wanted to protect their beautiful love.

A love that reflected his own towards his Grand Master.