Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

into place
    next to him. When after several minutes his boy remained precisely in place on his
    hands and knees, Kael realized just how heavily into the moment Angel was and how
    much the boy had learned. Angel was self-disciplined, consciously aware while
    appearing to be in robotic obedience mode. Marveling at him, Kael said softly, “Come
    here and talk to me, my lovely boy.”
    As if a spell had been broken, Angel crawled into his arms, melding into his side.
    “Daddy? Sir?” He was tentative, still asking permission to speak.
    “Talk to me.” Kael wrapped his arm around Angel, holding him close. With his
    free hand, he stroked his boy’s soft cheek. There was still not a hair on Angel’s face.
    “That was one hell of a paddling, Daddy. And a fist fuck to die for.”
    “Isn’t a fist fuck better when I strap you into the sling or the torture chair?” Kael
    asked, knowing how much Angel loved the paraphernalia of the dungeon.
    “Oh, that is good, Daddy. You know I love our dungeon. But I wasn’t expecting
    anything but a kiss and cuddle before sleep, and then you came in and took command.”
    He released a long, whistling breath. “My legs are still tingling.”
    Reaching out, Kael switched out the lamp, dropping them into complete darkness.
    “I feel so safe with you, Daddy. I feel like the most protected boy in the world
    when I’m lying like this with you.”
    Kael loved it when Angel said things like that. It made him feel like he was doing
    his job as a daddy and a role model. But he had noticed that Angel had not brought his
    blanket, which was usually under the boy’s pillow whether they were at home or away
    somewhere. “Where’s your blanket, sweetheart?”
    “I don’t need that old thing anymore, Daddy.”
    “Why’s that? That blanket was always so important to you.”
    “I’ve got you now.”
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    For a moment, Kael remained very still. He didn’t quite know how to take the
    remark. “I’m a substitute for an old blanket?”
    Angel kissed Kael’s neck. “Daddy, don’t you remember when you asked me about
    my blankie and I told you I kept it when I was in the foster homes because it reminded
    me of when I had a home and of my mom?”
    “Yes, I remember.”
    “It made me feel like there was something safe and constant in the world. But you
    make me feel that way now, Daddy.”
    “Oh,” was all Kael could say. That was exactly what he wanted to give his boy, a
    sense of security and of being loved. Over the last fifteen months with Angel, Kael’s
    emotions had become easier to access and express, but Angel still regularly caught him
    off guard, bringing emotions rushing to the surface that clutched at his belly in a scary
    way. He covered the moment by saying, “And I thought you were saying I was nothing
    but an old, wet blanket!”
    Angel giggled. “Daddy, that dude, Shawn.”
    “What about him?” He really didn’t want to talk about Shawn. After their
    accidental meeting in Piccadilly Circus ten years before, he had thought he would never
    see the bloke again, and he didn’t want to.
    “You know I read your diary that time?” It was when they had first met and
    Angel was angry with him. Kael had kept it well hidden since then. “You wrote that
    you had a fling with a guy one summer when you were fourteen. Was that him?”
    “Yes,” Kael said, vaguely ashamed to admit that he had fallen for a useless fuck
    like Shawn, even if he was only a kid at the time.
    “He’s a pedo,” Angel said.
    “No, it was just me, just that one summer. I was nearly six feet tall by then, bigger
    and stronger than him. He shouldn’t have done it, but I wasn’t exactly fighting him off.
    I wanted it. I don’t think he even goes with other men as a rule.”
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    “Hmmm.” Angel sounded skeptical. “I bet he did it before you, and I bet he’s
    done it since.”
    Growing impatient, Kael said, “What makes you such an expert?”
    Nestling in closer, Angel said, “I used to watch America’s Most Wanted and true
    crime shows when I was home alone. You know, all those years I never went to school
    and my mom and Sven never paid any attention to me. Guys like Shawn always do it
    again.”
    “Do they? That’s enough about Shawn. He’s in the past as far as I’m concerned,
    and I want him to stay there.”
    “Did you put the frighteners on him over Sharon, Daddy? Is that why he left?”
    “Yes, I