Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

Grange had got punched in the face
    for that remark.
    Kael followed them into the drawing room to find Angel.

    * * * *
    “Daddy, did anyone ever pick on you in school?” Angel got quietly into bed

    beside Kael and snuggled into his side as he always did. After the party, they had
    walked the thirty minutes or so from Holland Park to home through the cool evening
    air, sobering up as they went. But they were both tired now.
    “No, they never dared.”
    “Did you ever bully anyone?”
    Thinking carefully before he answered, Kael said, “If anyone tried it on with me, I
    made them wish they hadn’t. If you were to ask the boys who knew me at school, they
    might have called me a bully, but by my definition a bully goes after someone he thinks
    is weaker than him or can’t fight back, and I never did that. I only went after the ones
    who went after me first.” Angel ran his hand over Kael’s hard, hairless chest, making
    his nipples tighten. “Hang on. Has someone been picking on you at college?”
    When Angel didn’t answer at once, Kael knew something had happened. “Yeah.
    This big, overweight kid, Aubrey Carey-Fox. He started at Redmond last September to
    do his A levels, and he’s in two of my classes. You know Jack’s not at Redmond now?
    He did his As last year and now he’s doing a gap year.”
    “Yes, but you’ve got other friends, haven’t you?”
    “Yes, sir. I’ve got lots of friends.”
    “So what’s the fat boy up to?”
    Angel sighed. “He calls me ‘the little queer’ and makes fun of my accent, you
    know, imitating me all the time.” Angel was the only American at the exclusive,
    independent sixth-form college he attended to get his university entrance requirements.
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    “I could call him names. There’s lots of scope there. But I don’t. He’s seen you drop me
    off at school a few times, and he thinks it’s hilarious to say, ‘Who’s the scary, bald
    bloke?’”
    “What do you tell people about me?” Kael asked.
    “Exactly what you told me to tell them, Daddy. That I’m your ward. Except Jack.
    He knows I’m your boy.”
    “Does anyone ever ask what I do for a living?”
    “Jack has asked a few times. I told him you’re a security consultant and a language
    teacher, and beyond that I have no idea what your job involves.”
    “Good lad,” Kael said. “And don’t worry about Fatso. I’ll sort him out. As soon as
    term starts again, you point him out to me.”
    “Daddy, no. I have to do it myself.” Angel leaned up on one elbow to look down
    at him.
    “Yes, of course you do.” Angel was more than capable of looking after himself
    with the various methods of self-defense Kael had taught him over the last fifteen
    months. “You have to get him on his own.” Remembering the tactics he had used when
    he was at College Grange Independent School all those years ago, he said, “You either
    lure him or lie in wait. I always used to use a weapon to get the message across—a belt
    or a shoe—but I didn’t have any self-defense training then. I went on instinct.”
    “Daddy—” Angel said, but Kael continued.
    “Tell him there’ll be no more crap and give him a straight-fingered jab to the
    throat. Not too hard. You don’t want to kill the bugger. And then a kick to the balls.
    Works every time.”
    “Daddy!”
    “What?”
    “I don’t want to hit him. Not unless I absolutely have to.”
    Incredulous, Kael asked, “Why not?”
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    “I want to try diplomacy first. Knocking the crap out of someone should be a last
    resort.”
    Kael shrugged. Perhaps the boy was right. “All right, sweetheart. But if you
    change your mind, Daddy will knock his teeth down his throat. How’s that?”
    Leaning forward, Angel kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”
    Aroused by both the kiss and the softness in Angel’s voice, Kael said, “Put your
    head on my shoulder and your hand on my cock.”
    “Mmmm.” Angel smiled and obeyed.
    Kael pressed the button on the bedside console, sinking them into darkness before
    he wrapped his arm around his boy. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as Angel’s
    sweet, unique scent filled his head and the boy’s strong, cool hand closed over his cock.
    For several long minutes, Kael lay absolutely still, aware of nothing but the comforting,
    loving presence of his boy and the fist enveloping his cock, creating a hot friction as it
    moved