Angel and the Assassin: Be Brave

bed, I’ll kill
    him. I’ll kick both their fucking arses into next week. I saw him holding that little
    shit’s hand outside school.
    He threw the shirt on the floor and almost ran into the bedroom. Angel lay fast
    asleep, his blanket in his arms. And he was alone. Kael checked the bathroom and
    then the spare bedroom his mum always slept in. Jack opened his eyes just as Kael
    leaned over the bed. “Don‟t hit me!” He scrambled away from Kael and fell off the
    side of the bed with a thud.
    “Get dressed. It‟s almost time to get up anyway.”

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    Naked, the boy stood up, covering his cock and balls with his hands. Kael
    retrieved the boy‟s shirt and shoes from the living room and watched him get
    dressed. At the front door, he handed him a £20 note. “Take a taxi home. Angel will
    see you at college later.” He closed the door while Jack was still saying, “Yes, sir.”
    Guilt sweeping over him for not trusting his boy, Kael went into the bedroom,
    stripped, and got into bed. Angel‟s eyes fluttered open. “Daddy?”
    “Sweetheart.” Kael pulled him into his arms.
    “Are you okay, Daddy? You‟re holding me really tight.”
    “You like that, don‟t you?”
    Angel stroked Kael‟s cheek and smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
    “I‟ve missed you, that‟s all. I want to fuck you. On your back.”
    Kael pulled the pillow out from under Angel‟s head and threw it on the floor so
    Angel could lie flat on his back. From the drawer, he grabbed a lubricated Trojan
    and pulled it on quickly. His cock was bursting for relief, and he wanted to be inside
    his boy, fucking him, owning him, being one with him when he came. Angel lifted
    his hips and wrapped his legs around Kael‟s waist. Kael positioned his cock at the
    sweet, tight hole. He took a deep breath. “I‟m going in fast, so loosen up.”
    Kael watched Angel‟s face as the boy sucked in a long breath. “Fuck me,
    Daddy. I‟ve missed you so much,” he said, releasing the breath slowly, letting all the
    tension go from his muscles. Kael thrust all the way inside in one fast, hard fuck,
    looking into Angel‟s eyes as he did so. Angel‟s cock grew stiff, poking into Kael‟s
    lower belly. For a moment they lost eye contact as Angel‟s eyes drifted closed and
    his body tensed. “Look at me, boy.”
    Angel opened his eyes wide, meeting Kael‟s again. The flush had begun on
    Angel‟s face, turning his cheeks a delicate pink. His mouth opened, and each breath
    he released was a soft “aaaah.” Resting on his elbows, looking into Angel‟s eyes,
    Kael began to work rhythmically, one hard, evenly spaced thrust after the next. He
    made no effort to hold back, to prolong his pleasure. He let his orgasm roll over him
    in a great wave, tightening his muscles and drawing from him a long, loud cry.
    Then he fell heavily on top of Angel, panting loudly.
    When he could move again, he rolled off onto his back and Angel rolled with
    him until he lay stretched out on top of Kael. “Daddy. Jack‟s in the other room. He
    slept over.”
    “He woke up when I came in. I sent him home,” Kael said.
    “Do you mind that he stayed over, Daddy? We stayed up late watching a
    movie: My Beautiful Laundrette . Have you seen it?”
    “Yes, I‟ve seen it, and no, I don‟t mind that he stayed.” He was thoroughly
    ashamed of himself for thinking Angel would go behind his back. “Do you fancy
    him?”
    “Jack? Hell no! He‟s just a boy. I like real men.” He rubbed his hips against
    Kael‟s as he spoke, and they both laughed. “Why would you ask that, Daddy?”

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    “I saw you and him holding hands when I dropped you at school the other day.”
    “Oh, we always do that. If it bothers you, I‟ll stop. But Sir, it‟s just like girls
    holding hands. Doesn‟t mean anything. Actually he gets on my nerves sometimes.
    He‟s had it so easy.”
    “I just wondered.” He hoped he sounded casual.
    Angel rolled off and leaned up on one elbow. “Daddy, I‟m afraid I‟ve got bad
    news for you.”
    “What?” Kael said at once.
    “That lady down the hall has the hots for you.” Angel giggled. “She came to the
    door asking for you. She said, „Is your father home?‟”
    Every muscle in Kael‟s body screamed alert, alert ! “If she corners me in the lift,
    I‟ll have to put her in a headlock.”
    Angel emitted a piercing shriek of laughter.
    “It‟s not funny.” Kael felt the way he had when the women