Assassin's Creed Oneshots

The After-party

(Sexual implications in this fic)

"Master Kenway?" Shay's voice called out familiarly to Haytham through the crowd of people mingling and drinking.

His mind cleared once he spotted Shay's sharp features and dark hair as he pushed through the massive array of bodies. Haytham coughed on his champagne, surprised at Shay's sudden arrival. He was to be off at sea with Gist just last week so Haytham was quite delighted to see the man back so early.

Once the Irishman exited the mess of drunkards mixed with party goers and reached Haytham, his features brightened, smiling wide at Haytham as he approached. "What're you doin' at a party such as this, sir?" Haytham swallowed another sip of his drink, the alcoholic sting burning his throat, he cleared it once more, "Important business." His voice highlighted with a grim tone, business usually meant Templar planning and execution, "The real question is why are you here, Shay? I presumed you were off on another mission but here you are." Shay took a seat next to Haytham, noting his more detailed adornments and sleeker fabric once he got closer, "Did no one fill you in on my return?" Shay puzzled, he always had some form of an informant when it came to every single Templar, no matter how important. Haytham shook his head, "No matter, tell me of your travels." He held up a hand, motioning for him to speak.

Shay clasped his gloved hands together and turned to spot a waiter passing by with a tray with whiskey shots, motioning to him and grabbing one to down quickly before speaking. Shay placed the glass upside down and leaned back in his chair, "I was off to find an informant. Track him and cut him down after I got what I needed. Turns out, the damned devil was there for me." Haytham  listened intently, even if his stone cold face prevented any kind emotion from shining through. Shay was always one for storytelling.

Shay continued, "I fought off as many as I could. Gist came for me after he heard the ruckus. Almost burned alive in that tavern, damn assassins." He cursed their rival group, the tinge of anger in his voice skittering out at the end of his retelling.

Haytham nodded, placing his glass down with his eyes slightly squinted, "I'm glad to see you unharmed." Haytham dropped his voice down to a low whisper, attempting a sly compliment to one of the best templars to date in their order. Sure, the likes of himself and someone like Charles Lee was high in their ranking but Shay climbed the ladder faster than Haytham could've expected.

Shay smiled and turned his eyes to his empty shot glass and slid it around with his hand, "Thank you, sir." Haytham smiled as well, turning his head down at a common attempt at hiding it, although this never worked on the Irishman.

Haytham mused, looking out at the crowd of people, "Are you here for the festivities?" Haytham shifted his gaze to Shay's brown eyes as they circulated the room, "No. To be honest, sir, I was looking for you." His eyes softened, hard, sharp features shifting back to the man Haytham new truly.

Shay stood, looking back at Haytham and smiling, leaving Haytham with a chill down his spine. He wandered off into the crowd and vanished, passing through a hallway. Curiosity bubbled in Haytham's throat as he abandoned the glass of champagne and disappeared within the halls of the manor.

Haytham quickened his pace, spotting Shay's charcoal jacket and the red accented shirt lining it when seeing him slide into a room. The gold fabric accenting everything mysteriously glimmered when he moved. Haytham didn't know why he was following, it was pointless to leave the party. His search for information was left abandoned with the empty champagne glass as well.

Once in the room Shay had led him to, and it was obvious he was leading the lone templar, he spotted the taller man leaning against a balcony within the back wall of the room. He was miraculously holding another glass of liquor, which he held well, being Irish and drinking it most if not all the time at sea gave him his alcoholic resistance.