Angel and the Assassin: Be Brave

it.
    Later, as they dressed, Denbigh looked at Mattie and said, “Nice tits. A bit
    small but nice.”
    “I wouldn‟t worry about it, mate. You‟ll never get your hands on them.”
    The men laughed at the exchange until Kael walked up to Denbigh and
    grabbed his cock. Stunned, Denbigh reared back.
    “Nice cock. A bit small but nice.” The men broke into gales of laughter, but
    Kael hushed them quickly. “We support our fellows in the field; we do not demean
    them. There‟ll always be times when you‟ll work in groups or with a partner. You
    can‟t put down a partner, then expect them to have your back in a sticky situation.”
    The remainder of the afternoon they spent on basic survival techniques. By
    midnight, they were exhausted. “Get into your tents and go to sleep,” Kael told
    them. “You‟ll notice you have no sleeping bags—only a blanket. Put on every piece
    of clothing you brought. I hope you‟ve all got hats. Keep your boots on. Put the
    blanket on the ground. Then wrap it around you. The rest of your warmth will come
    from your tent mate, so get cozy.”
    One of the men looked at his partner and joked, “Don‟t try anything.”
    They all laughed and crawled into their tents to lie down on the hard, cold
    ground. The moment they were alone, Kael pulled Angel into his arms and felt his
    boy melt against him. “How did I do today, Daddy?” he whispered.
    “You‟re amazing.” Kael kissed his forehead. “A couple of those guys have been
    in the army. All of them have had some training, and you not only kept up with
    them, you surpassed them. That‟s my boy.”
    There was nothing Angel loved more than praise and encouragement, but he
    also took discipline well if he knew he deserved it, and that was a sign of maturity.
    “That‟s because of all the weight training and running you make me do, Daddy.” He
    kissed Kael softly on the lips. “I‟m so tired.”
    The conversation from the next tent was just discernible with Kael‟s better
    than ordinary hearing. He pressed his finger to Angel‟s lips and listened. Denbigh
    and his tent mate were talking. “I reckon Sir is as queer as George Michael,”
    Denbigh said. “That boy‟s not with SIS, and there was no question where he was
    going to sleep when Sir was ordering us around.”
    “He‟s a good bloke, tough as bloody nails,” the other man said. “I‟d let him
    cover my back any day.”
    “Yes, but I think he‟s favoring his bitch over us.”

    6
    Fyn Alexander

    “Shut it, mate. This isn‟t the fucking X Factor . No one‟s going to get
    eliminated.”
    At the word bitch in reference to Angel, Kael said, “Wait there.” He crawled
    out of the tent and directly into the next one. Before Denbigh could speak, Kael had
    straddled him and had him by the neck, pushing down on his windpipe. His tent
    mate moved quickly out of the way. “I knew you were trouble the minute I laid eyes
    on you.” He smacked him hard across the face. “Got anything else to say?”
    Unable to speak, Denbigh attempted to shake his head. Kael eased up on his
    throat, and Denbigh whispered hoarsely, “No, sir.”
    “Now go to sleep like a good boy. Don‟t make me come back.” He had not been
    quiet about disciplining the young man, and the others were sitting at their tent
    flaps watching and listening by the time he crawled out. “Get some sleep!” he said.
    He crawled back into the low tent, and Angel snuggled into his arms again.
    “Did he call me your bitch, Daddy?” he asked very quietly.
    “Shhh. Everything‟s fine.” Kael unzipped his trousers. He took Angel‟s hand
    and pushed it inside. “Make me happy, boy,” he whispered. Angel‟s hand felt cool
    and strong. He gripped Kael‟s cock firmly and began a fast friction up and down,
    rubbing and pulling on the thick organ. All the love and pride Kael harbored for his
    boy rose in him as Angel pleasured him. He gripped the boy tightly to his chest as
    his orgasm swept through him like a slow-moving stream, and he released a long,
    quiet, “Aaaah. Good boy.”
    “I love you, Daddy.” Angel‟s eyes were already closed and his body was limp in
    Kael‟s arms before he had finished his sentence. He was sound asleep, exhausted
    from his long day.

    * * *
    It was seven thirty when Kael woke everyone. They had had a good seven

    hours of sleep, which would have to be enough. They‟d all be in their own beds
    tonight anyway, sleeping it off. He sent them to the castle dining