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February 1758
The cold winter wind whipped across your face as you galloped through the Colonial countryside. Night covered the sky in a velvety black, the stars only covered by the torrent of snow that fell all around you. You followed a dirt path leading up to a large manor hidden within the forest. You were lucky that you discovered its location after you overheard a barmaid in New York mentioning it. Otherwise, it would have taken you at least a few more weeks to find the man you were searching for.
You pulled the reigns on your horse a good distance from the manor and tied it to one of the trees. ‘Shh,’ you whispered.
You put your hood on and stalked your way up to the brick gates. You climbed the wall with ease and jumped down onto the soft snow below. Even at this late hour, a few windows remained lit, so you made sure to steer clear of any rays of light that could expose you. The bellowing of the wind concealed the crunch of your footsteps as you navigated your way to an open window. You ran up the wall and grabbed onto some bricks. You hoisted yourself up to hang at the ledge and peaked your head inside. No one was there, so you pulled yourself up to enter a dark hallway. Another successful infiltration.
He would most likely be in his quarters. You closed your eyes, focused, and opened them again to see the world almost as if it were all grey. This Eagle Vision was one of the talents you cultivated over your many years in the Brotherhood. Your gloved hand ran along the walls as you explored further, taking care to tread with light footsteps.
You rounded a corner into another hallway, and that was when you saw double doors that glowed bright gold. You gently turned the handle, but it would not open. You even tried lockpicking it, but it had a complicated inner mechanism that your tools could not handle. What you needed was its key.
The other end of the hallway was a lighter grey than the rest of your surroundings. Some candles must be lit there, which meant people. You neared the corner and saw that it led to the front of the manor. There was a grand staircase in the centre of the balcony which hung over the large entryway.
You pressed your back against the wall. Just as you peaked your head around it, you snapped it back once you saw two glowing red figures climbing up the stairs and chatting away. One had an Irish lilt while the other spoke with a Cockney accent.
You unsheathed your hidden blade and held your breath. You didn’t want it to come to this, but you would have no other choice if they saw you here. With your Eagle Vision, their voices sounded muddled, but you could make out that the Irish one seemed to be asking for advice about being a Templar. The click of their heels grew louder as they climbed the stairs, but fortunately enough they seemed to soften as they went in the other direction.
You peaked your head around again and saw a sparkle of something golden on the two figures. It had a distinct jangling sound, and you realised it must be the keys to the room. You locked onto it as it almost floated away.
You crouched down and followed them as they disappeared around another corner. The Cockney man was too preoccupied with giving advice laden with sexual innuendos to notice you snatching the keys off his belt. All your years in training had you silently sneaking away with neither of them the wiser.
With the key now in your possession, you returned to the doors and unfocused your sight. Colour returned to the world again. With a quick check to your left and right, you pushed the key into the hole and turned it with a resounding click.
‘I’ve been expecting you.’ He said as soon as you opened the door. There, standing in the middle of the room, was a man dressed in navy blue robes adorned with gold trimming. The light of the flickering candle on his deck cast a faint orange glow on his face. ‘Did you really think you could sneak in here unnoticed?’ He held his hands behind his back as he looked down at you in a dignified stance. You guessed he was hiding his weapon, ready to strike at you within seconds.
‘On the contrary, Haytham, I was counting on it.’ You took a few careful steps towards him. ‘Although, you could have at least left the doors unlocked.’
‘I trust you have a good reason for coming here?’ His voice was a low baritone, and his eyes were cold, carefully observing your every move. He was clearly in no mood for jests.
‘Now Haytham, there’s no need to be so on guard.’ You opened your hands up and stretched out your arms to put him at ease. He would easily be able to attack you sooner than you could unsheathe your hidden blades. ‘You know better than anyone that I wouldn’t hurt you.’
‘Very well then.’ The tenseness in Haytham’s voice faded. ‘But you shall have to drop all your weapons.’
‘I should think you would still have a hard time killing me if you had to, but if it makes you feel any safer, then alright.’ You unbuckled your belt of weapons and unstrapped your hidden blades. Once your sword, guns, bombs, and even those secret throwing knives you kept in your boots were on the floor, Haytham carried them off to the far side of the room and threw them out the window.
‘Hey!’ You yelled.
‘Oh, stop your whining.’ He huffed. ‘That kind of fall won’t break them.’
You scowled. He was right, but you still didn’t appreciate him handling them so carelessly, even if they would have landed in the snow.
‘So what is it you came here for?’ He asked.
You sighed then gave a small smile. ‘Do I need a reason to see my old friend?’
‘Forgive me if I find it hard to believe you would travel across the Atlantic just to see me.’
‘Alright. I’ll tell you the full story. After you killed Miko at the Theatre Royal, I was left to pick up the pieces.’ You groaned, remembering the long months you spent getting the Brotherhood back into shape. ‘They are doing wonderfully now, thank you for asking.’
Haytham seemed unimpressed by your remark.
‘I continued my work in England when I heard word that Jennifer returned to London. Good work to you for finding her.’ Again, he remained unresponsive even at the mention of his half-sister. ‘She told me that you returned to the Colonies. It just so happens that the work here has piled up over the years ever since a certain Assassin decided to leave with a very important manuscript. I don’t suppose the name Shay Cormac rings a bell?’
You waited for a response. It was impressive how stone cold he was. ‘Anyway, I decided I might as well help the Brotherhood here. I have always wanted to explore the New World, after all.’
‘What does any of this have to do with me?’ Haytham asked.
‘Naturally, we would be working against each other. But I came tonight because I wanted to continue our truce.’
‘Our truce?’ Haytham seemed almost offended by the idea. ‘That truce we had was a temporary arrangement while we were still investigating what happened to my father.’
‘But it doesn’t need to be that way. The truth is I miss you, Haytham.’ You took a few steps towards him. When you were arm’s length away you half expected him to pull out a gun and aim you for good measure, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood still and watched you with a curious look on his face as you took his hands and held them with your own. You looked up into his steel grey eyes and said, ‘Don’t you remember how we used to train together under your father’s guidance, how we used to fight about who would best the other in swordplay? I miss how I could go downstairs and eat breakfast with you and everyone else, how we would pester Jennifer’s suitors by stuffing rotten tomatoes in their coat pockets.’
That’s right. You two grew up together in the Kenway house after Edward took you in. You were trained as Assassins together, but when the massacre happened, you and Haytham were separated. While he was taken in by Reginald Birch and trained in the ways of the Templar Order, you continued to be raised by other Assassins in the London Brotherhood. Your work eventually led you down separate paths, in separate countries, but you two did meet again several times in your travels across Europe. You called an indefinite truce so that you two could work together to investigate the murder of Edward Kenway. You never saw Haytham again after solving that mystery. The next time you heard of his whereabouts was after he killed Miko.
‘Need I remind you that I am the Grand Master of the Templar Order while you are an Assassin. We have both changed tremendously in the past 20 years.’ Haytham said.
You ignored his attempts at refusal. ‘Yes, that may be true. We’re on different sides, and one day we may even be forced to kill one another. But can’t we at least enjoy our time together while we’re still alive?’ With the lack of reaction on his face, you gathered that he still seemed unimpressed by your proposal.
‘Do you remember those nights we spent together?’ Finding the truth behind Edward’s murder was a windy road. Many times you would return to your lodgings confused about the next place to go, the next person to interrogate. You two often took your frustrations out on each other in bed, making for some steamy encounters.
Suddenly a wicked idea struck your mind. Of course. The two of you could barely resist each other then. Who’s to say Haytham could resist you now?
‘Are you absolutely certain you don’t want to continue our truce?’ Your hands travelled up his arms to caress his shoulders and the back of his neck. ‘You would be missing out on an awful lot if you refuse.’ A hand slid up to his cheek. Your thumb grazed his bottom lip. It was smooth, but a little dry. You smirked – you could fix that.
Your voice lowered to just a whisper, ‘No truce means none of this.’ You craned your head upwards to plant a soft kiss on his neck. Haytham yet again remained stoic at your touch, but his skin grew warmer each time your lips met it. They trailed towards his face, where you placed another kiss on the corner of his mouth. It was close enough that he could get a taste of your lips brushing against his.
The ghost of his breath tickled your skin as the intoxicating, musky scent of his cologne filled your senses. You leaned in again, this time aiming for his mouth. He made no effort to stop you, so you closed the distance.
You almost moaned when your lips touched. Of all your past lovers, Haytham always stood out as the best among them. Perhaps it was the slow and sensual manner in which his lips caressed yours, or the way he always seemed to make your knees tremble. Perhaps it was how his arms wrapped around your waist and pressed you against his body, or how he devoured you with his tongue and teeth. All you knew was the warmth of his breath and the drum of your heartbeat in your ears.
You ran your hand through his dark hair and pulled the red ribbon that held it together. His normally sleek and well-put-together locks fell forward and tickled your cheeks. You smiled, thinking of how dishevelled someone so prim and proper as he must look right now. He did not care for your amusement, however, and captured your mouth once more with his own. A faint hint of red wine still lingered on his tongue, which you gladly tasted. As your kiss deepened, you felt something hard poking at your thigh. Got him.
You fought the urge to give into the desires of your flesh and pulled away, although not without nibbling his bottom lip first.
‘Do you agree now?’ You asked. You gave Haytham a few more lingering kisses for good measure. You looked up into his eyes, but his gaze was transfixed on your lips.
‘I shall need more convincing. Before, our truce was for a common purpose. This time, it would be but for selfish indulgence.’
‘Let me convince you then.’ Your lips were on his again. While exploring his mouth, you unfastened his cape and let it fall to the floor with a loud thud. His coat, shirts, and weapons soon followed until his upper body was entirely bare.
You pulled away to get a good look at him. His muscles were still as toned as ever. Your fingers grazed across the new scars on his chest and hips which he collected since you last saw him.
‘You should be more careful.’ You kissed a small one on his collarbone then a larger one on his chest. It looked to be from a stab wound, darker and fresher than the rest. You imagined it must have taken a long time to heal, being so close to his organs. You furrowed your brows. As much as he was your enemy, you hated that anyone had hurt him like this.
‘That was from when I saved Jennifer.’ Haytham said.
Suddenly you wished you were there with him when he got this scar. Maybe you would have been able to kill whoever did it and prevent this from happening. At least now you could keep a closer eye on him.
You put on a smile and said, ‘Let me make you feel better, then.’ You kissed the large scar once more. You gave the same attention to the ones on his hips as you sank to your knees.
You unbuckled Haytham’s belt and let his breeches slide down his legs to the floor. No matter how much he tried to hide his reactions, he could not remove from your sight the obvious bulge in his drawers. You chuckled upon seeing the wet spot where the head was and ghosted the tip of your index finger over it.
‘Leaking already?’
‘If this is your idea of convincing me then I am hardly impressed.’ Haytham said.
‘Oh, come now Haytham. I was only teasing.’ You chuckled. You quickly pressed a kiss to the spot, making him flinch in surprise. That seemed to shut him up.
You unbuttoned his drawers, letting his cock spring free. It was just as you remembered it. You licked your lips at its impressive size, perfectly befitting of someone as high ranking as him. Its colour was a little darker than the rest of his skin, though with a rosy, pink head. You licked up the drops of pre-cum and savoured its salty taste on your tongue.
You pumped it once, twice, already imagining what it would be like to have that length inside you. Your head swam with thoughts of how it would stretch you and fill you up to the brim, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. With your hand still moving up and down his shaft, you wrapped your lips around the head.
One advantage of having done this with Haytham before was that you knew just how he liked it. A lick here, a touch there, and his breathing was fast becoming more ragged. His face was pure ecstasy with flushed cheeks, wet eyes, and a small smile on his lips.
You loved that you had such power over him. To think that you, an Assassin of all people, could easily turn such a cold and stern Templar into a quivering mess delighted you to your core. But you couldn’t get carried away just yet. You let his cock out of your mouth with a resounding pop before you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.
‘Is that good enough reason for you?’ You left kisses all over the head while waiting for Haytham’s response.
‘Good, but you shall have to do much more than that.’
Of course he wouldn’t be satisfied if you just stopped here. That was merely a taste, after all. You took him deeper, enveloping most of his cock into your warm, wet mouth. Haytham audibly groaned when the tip hit the back of your throat. You moaned in response, sending the vibrations all along his cock. You sucked him with fervour as he ran his strong fingers through your hair. He used that grip on your locks to guide you into meeting the head of his cock with the back of your mouth. You were certain he was doing everything possible to stop himself from fucking your throat.
Even if you were the one supposed to be convincing him, he still retained that sense of control over the situation. If you could just find a way to tip him over the edge, you hoped he might let go of any restraint he held. Nonetheless, you couldn’t deny that this small display of dominance was heating you up inside. It didn’t matter that the room was chilled by the late winter. You would melt if you continued to wear so many clothes.
You tore them off your upper body, tossing them carelessly behind you. With your breasts now free, you circled, pulled, and twisted your nipples to make them tingle with pleasure. You loosened your trousers just enough so that you could stuff your other hand down there.
Haytham seemed to like this display, as he abandoned all cautions and began thrusting into your mouth. You surrendered yourself to him, eager to let yourself be used for his pleasure. The fact that you could arouse him to the point that he grew so desperate for your touch, uncaring in the manner he took it, sent shivers down your spine. You fingers became slick with your juices, your bud growing more and more sensitive with each passing second.
You could stay like this forever. Forget the killing and the sneaking around. You were perfectly content to pleasure this man above you, this man who was now filling the room with delicious grunts and groans.
He slowed his movements for a second, only to push what was left of his length down into your throat. Your eyes watered at feeling such a large invasion, but you swallowed around it anyway, eliciting a long moan from Haytham. He was courteous enough to pause and let you adjust to his size. Once he sensed you were ready, he picked up the pace.
‘Oh, does your mouth feel good.’ He breathed.
It was as if that comment sent an electric shock throughout your body. Suddenly, you felt something in your core. You were close. You quickened your fingers in desperate need of climax. Yes, you wanted nothing more than to cum with Haytham’s cock deep in your throat. You wanted your screams to be muffled by his large member filling your mouth.
You looked up and locked eyes with Haytham. It was that lust-filled look in his piercing grey stare that sent you over the edge. Your head was light and airy, no thoughts to fill your mind. Right now you could only feel and enjoy the sweet sensation of pleasure erupting from your pussy. It flowed all over your body, up your stomach and chest to join the tingling of your nipples. You clenched your thighs together as it travelled down your legs and into your toes.
Haytham noticed the change in your expression. His grip on your hair grew tighter. He thrust harder into your mouth as you came down from your high.
For some reason you continued to play with yourself. You just couldn’t stop your hand from stimulating your already sensitive clit. Each swipe you made had your legs shaking and toes curling. Your fingers ignited sparks inside your body as you sped up your ministrations. With the first orgasm done, it was much easier to reach a second.
Within a minute you already felt that familiar build-up of warm arousal pooling in your centre. It grew until you brought yourself to another mighty crescendo, more intense than the last. It shook your entire being, setting your body alight with searing pleasure. If for the first one, you rode its waves, this time you weathered the storm.
You couldn’t help but feel a little naughty, having just cum twice while sucking Haytham off. You felt even naughtier still with that ache, that lonely feeling of emptiness, in your pussy.
You pulled your hands away from your body and tapped your palms against Haytham’s thighs. They were tense, muscles tight as he continued to shove his cock down your throat. You tapped them once more, harder this time, and Haytham let go of his hold on you enough to free your mouth. As you backed off, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock broke and dripped down your chin. Your breaths came rapidly as you got used to the emptiness in your mouth and the rawness of your throat.
‘Please Haytham,’ you said. ‘I need you inside me.’
Haytham dragged you up to your feet and practically threw you onto the bed. You landed face first, legs dangling over the edge. You kicked your boots off your feet, allowing your breeches and drawers to fall down to the floor. You shivered, but Haytham’s rough hands warmed a path all along your body, stopping only on the curve of your butt. He kneaded the supple flesh and hummed in satisfaction. You wiggled underneath, angling your hips to expose yourself to him. A hand travelled downwards, ghosting your inner thighs. You clutched the satin sheets and bit your lip in anticipation. If only he could move just a little closer–
Slap! He decided to smack you instead. You jolted forward on the bed. Your butt stung, although it did not truly hurt.
‘Got carried away, now didn’t you?’ He said. His voice dropped to a low baritone, ‘who gave you permission to cum before I did? And twice, mind you.’
You craned your neck to look at him, but he grabbed your hair by its roots and pulled. You gasped as your head snapped back forward. His grip was so tight you feared he might actually pull a few strands out.
‘Haytham, you–’
‘Will be accepting this truce. But first,’ He pressed his cock against your folds. He rubbed it all over until it became slick with your juices. Jolts of pleasure filled your nethers each time it brushed against your clit. ‘we need to finalise the terms.’
Haytham thrust his entire length inside you without warning. You let out an involuntary moan, your eyes widened in shock at the sudden intrusion. It slid in easily thanks to your orgasms earlier, although a familiar feeling of fiery pain enveloped your entrance as it accommodated his size. Haytham thrust once more, leveraging his grip on your hair to pull your body to his. The room filled with sounds of your hips slapping against each other, his heavy breathing, and your own moaning. Your stomach turned and twisted as if his cock was piercing it from the inside.
‘We must keep this a secret from both the Order and the Brotherhood.’ Haytham said between laboured breaths. ‘And I better not find you using this truce as an excuse to snoop around my belongings.’
You smirked. ‘What could I possibly learn from someone ten steps behind, anyway?’ You meant to chuckle at your joke, but instead it turned into a high-pitched squeal as Haytham shoved his cock hard against your sweet spot. He never did appreciate your teasing. ‘Alright, alright. We have a deal. No one will find out, and if you ever catch me trying to steal anything, well,’ Your lips curled into a wicked grin. ‘I suppose you shall just have to punish me.’
‘Let me give you a taste, then, of what I would do if you were to break our agreement.’
Your eyes widened and your lips trembled. His hand roamed your cheeks, teasing circles over them. Your fingers curled further into the bedsheets in an attempt to steel yourself for what was to come. Without warning, he landed a hard smack on your butt. The next slaps came quickly after that and soon it became a full-blown assault.
You held your breath in an attempt to conceal your reactions, but your skin grew more tender with each hit. Everywhere he touched stung like fiery needles. Your butt must have been a deep crimson by now. Another slap and you let your voice spill out with moans and gasps.
A part of you wanted him to stop. The other begged for him to keep going. Somewhere, you did hear someone crying out for him to continue, a desperate plea for him to not spare any bit of strength. Amid your lust-addled haze, you soon realised that was you.
His heavy blows fast began to turn from pain into pleasure. Each slap was now a spark that ignited your core. Your walls clenched around his cock as the sensations built up mixed together until you felt an unmistakable heat growing inside of you. It was a fire that licked at your very nerves and threatened to consume you.
Haytham’s expert movements had him hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He quickened his pace, and you could do nothing to stop the blaze. It scorched your entire body and had you screaming his name as you reached your orgasm.
Haytham’s own breathing grew more ragged while his grunts and groans filled your ears. His hips rapidly slammed yours in desperate and shallow thrusts. You were still shaking from your climax when he pulled out and spilled his seed over your back, moaning your name as he came.
With Haytham’s grip on your hair now gone, you collapsed onto the bed. You quivered, still trying to catch your breath as Haytham wiped your back clean with a towel.
He pulled you up the bed and covered the thick blanket over the two of you. You closed your eyes and squeezed an arm around his toned chest. You stayed there enraptured in your bliss for some moments, enjoying the fluffy cotton pillow under your head and his scent of musk and sex. Mission accomplished.
Once you recovered your energy, you picked up your clothes scattered all over the room and got dressed.
‘You know something?’ Haytham said.
‘Hm?’ you hummed.
‘I missed you as well.’ He said. ‘It would be nice to have a friend again, here so far from home.’
The life of an Assassin meant it was difficult to maintain friendships. Even among those in your Brotherhood, you often clashed due to disagreements about the way work should be done. You guessed it must be the same for that of a Templar.
‘Yes, we shall have each other.’ You smiled. ‘Goodnight, Haytham.’
You wished you could stay the night, but you still had work to get done in the morning. You climbed out his window and snuck off the grounds. It was a long ride back to the Homestead, after all.
You were not sure when next you would see him. One thing was certain, however. You weren’t leaving the Colonies anytime soon, so you were sure to run into the Grand Master soon. You just hoped it would not be at each other’s throats.