50 Shaydes of Haytham.

chapter 7: Plans.

- got a new fluffy chapter for ya, will be shorter than the others tho. Does mention the contract in the previous chapter so it might be ever so slightly NSFW. -

Haytham and Shay were sat at the dining room table enjoying breakfast. Both men were tucking into a full English breakfast. Haytham drank tea as always, Shay, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Haytham's butler approached the table, placed a wax sealed letter on the table next to Haytham's plate and curtly bowed before leaving the Grandmaster to his breakfast.

Haytham places his knife and fork down with a soft clatter and picked up the letter. He broke the seal and pulled out the letter inside. He read through the letter and placed it back in the envelope and then put it in his pocket.

"So, when are we going back to America?" Shay asks stabbing at a sausage with his fork.

"Not yet Shay. Monro has received information that an assassin scout is in London with us. What they are here for is unknown at this point in time. Meet me in my study after breakfast for a briefing." Haytham replied, placing his cutlery on the place and leaving Shay in peace to finish his breakfast.

Shay finished the rest of his breakfast and sat at the table for a couple of minutes longer to let his breakfast go down a bit before eventually standing up to make his way to the Grandmaster's study. 

Shay approached the door and knocked firmly three times and waited for a response. He didn't have to wait long as Haytham called out to Shay to come in from the other side of the door.

The Irishman opened the door and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "sit" Haytham beckoned. The Irishman sat in the plush red chair. Haytham stood behind his desk, both palms flat on the table studying the letter that he received earlier. Shay gulped at the flashback in his mind of the events that last took place in this room. 

"Now, as i briefly mentioned at breakfast, Monro has intel that an assassin scout has travelled to and is in London, my best guess is that that this scout knows that we are here. They have most likely been assigned to gather their own information about our previous mission." 

Haytham pulled out his leather journal he had on the ship and dropped it on the table with a thud. It is imperative that they do not get their hands on this." Haytham said beginning to pace back and forth. "What d'you propose we do about it." Shay asked, accent crisp as always.

"I think, if we go after this scout, we will draw attention to ourselves in London. Whereas on the other hand, if we leave this scout be, they will eventually figure out where the journal is and come for us at the manor and I can't risk that." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "There is too much at stake to be careless and practically invite them into the manor." Haytham said picking up the leather book and putting it back in his coat.

Shay hummed in thought. "Shay" Haytham pauses. "I don't mean to bring up the past but what do you think they would do?" He asks, a glint of worry crosses his facial features. "I am one hundred percent sure they will find out the journal is here. They will break in and take it, with force is means be. I also think they wouldn't pass up the chance to slit out throats in our sleep." Shay replied concerned.

Haytham only nodded, pondering on Shay's opinion. Haytham had grown to trust and value the other man's thoughts and opinions. After a brief pause Haytham spoke up "We will take to the streets of London to find and eliminate the scout. I will begin to arrange passage back to America immediately. We will need to leave as soon as we complete this task, they will begin to investigate the missing scout shortly after we kill them and we need to be out of England by then." 

"Sounds like a plan to me" Shay nodded. "I will pack my things after this for when we need to leave". He added. "I will begin to make fake copies of the journal, I will keep one on me at all times, you will keep one with you at all times and should they break into the house, I will leave one in my desk, the original will be sealed away in the house till we either kill the scout or the scout breaks in and takes the decoy journal." Haytham said, stopping his pacing and facing Shay behind his desk once more. "Fantastic idea, Sir" Shay beamed, looking a bit more hopeful about the entire situation. "After you pack your things, take the time to do anything that needs doing before tomorrow, other than that, you are dismissed unless i need you for something".

"Yes Sir." Shay said standing up and curtly bowing before making his way to the door. Haytham cleared his throat before Shay opened the door "Do you have an answer for what we discussed yesterday? I have a contract written up if you want a refresh or just a copy to read till you do come to a decision." Haytham quietly and delicately spoke up. Shay turned round, his cheeks suddenly warm. 

"I-um, I would like to see and discus the contract with you now if time permits it." Haytham nodded, bent down, opened a draw and pulled out a small envelope and placed it on the desk in front of Shay who picked up the envelope and opened it, taking out the papers and laying them out in front of him. Shay took the time to read through the entirety to the booklet before facing Haytham. "I have a few concerns with one or two of the things listed." Shay said trying not to show that he is a bit intimidated buy the contents of the booklet.

"Naturally, may I clarify this is only a casual Sexual relationship and whats contained in the booklet is only to establish ground rules so each partner knows what's expected of them and what they can expect from the other. You can exit this contract at any point in time. This isn't a serious twenty four hour, seven days a week type of BDSM relationship." Haytham replied, watching Shay to gauge his reaction. He relaxed a bit when he saw Shay visibly relax too.

"Thank you Sir, that has answered pretty much all my questions. The only thing i would like to talk about hard limits." Shay said much more relaxed. "Go ahead" Haytham replied, impressed with Shay's focus and seriousness on the situation. "Strike out anal fisting, please. I would also like to set a hard limit on pain tolerance to medium pain level maximum, i'm not too keen on the idea of pain but I will try it." The younger man said, face now serious. 

"That will be rectified. I must say Shay, I am very impressed with your seriousness and commitment to this." Haytham smiled genuinely. "Is there anything else that needs changing?" He added. Shay shook his head. "I believe that is everything then. I will write up an updated contract each for us to sign." Haytham said standing up from his desk to take the contacts. He walked round to Shay and pecked him on the cheek bone and proceeded to put the envelopes away in his desk.

Meanwhile Shay had stood up from his side of the desk and quietly walked behind Haytham who was met with an embrace from Shay. Haytham shuffled round to face him and put his arms round the other man who pecked a few kisses on the Grandmaster's lips before resting his head in the crook of his neck. The two men just stood there cuddling each other, gently swaying to a soundless slow dance, basking in each other's scent.

Haytham breathed a breathless sigh. "Shay, as much as I would love to spend forever in your arms like this, I need to prepare for tomorrow, you do too." Haytham said moving a hand up to caress the back of Shay's head before breaking the embrace. His hand slipping to his cheek, caressing it before pecking a kiss on Shay's lips before turning to his desk and retrieving a wad of notes. 

Shay's cheeks were flushed a faint pink colour. "Shay, could I ask you for a favour? Could you book passage aboard a ship for us?" The Englishman said, dropping the wad on the table. "All the money you need is there." He added. "O'course, Sir." Shay smiled, picking up the wad, stuffing it in his coat. He bowed and left the room.

Haytham opened a drawer in his desk, took out the leather journals, his quill and ink and began the tedious task of making three fake journals. At least organising passage home is off his hands, giving him more time to work and less time to worry. All Haytham has to do in these journals is essentially write down information on previous missions and greatly exaggerate details such as people's names and places, giving the illusion that the book is genuine at a close glance, by the time the assassins would have figured out it's fake, they would be long gone.