Angel and the Assassin

for an inexperienced boy
    to handle. He knew if he drew back and thrust his fingers in hard, just once, that
    the boy would be unable to control himself. One swift movement and Angel
    screamed.
    Looking at the bed between Angel‟s slender thighs, he saw white fluid shoot
    out and land on the sheet. A look back at the boy‟s face showed the lovely silvery
    eyes were half-closed and dreamy. A light sweat had broken out on his forehead and
    neck. His breath came hard and short for more than a minute until his lips pressed
    together and a satisfied, “ Mmmmm ,” filled the air as if he were singing.
    Kael withdrew his hand. “Don‟t move.”
    In the bathroom he scrubbed his hands, glancing at the towel where the
    scalpel was hidden. Standing behind Angel again, he tore open the foil condom
    packet and slid the fine piece of latex over his cock.
    He pushed Angel down flat onto his belly and mounted him as if he were doing
    push-ups, supporting the weight of his upper body on his arms.
    Angel‟s arsehole was still very slippery from the abundance of lubricant and
    Kael slid inside easily all the way to the hilt of his cock. His heavy balls burst with
    a hot, burning pleasure. For long minutes he fucked Angel, in and out, in and out.
    The boy lay completely still, allowing himself to be reamed, his face slick with
    sweat, his cheeks flaming pink. He whimpered softly, “Daddy, Daddy, that‟s so
    good.”
    When he could hold back not another second, Kael allowed his orgasm to flood
    his groin. His buttocks and legs tightened, forcing his orgasm upward through his
    flat belly and muscled chest. His nipples became tiny, hard pebbles; his cock surged
    with thick pulses of pleasure. He dropped his full weight onto Angel‟s back, pressing
    him down into the mattress. “Holy fuck,” he moaned.
    “Daddy,” Angel murmured. “Daddy.”
    “What?”
    “I just love saying that word.” Angel smiled.
    How can I kill you, boy?
    How can I not?
    Beginning to recover from his shattering climax, Kael rolled off Angel and onto
    his back. Angel leaned up on one elbow, looking at him. With one finger, he circled
    Kael‟s right nipple.
    “Daddy?”
    “What?”
    “Do you have to get rid of Sven‟s body?” It was the last thing Kael had expected
    to hear. He had momentarily forgotten the man slumped on the couch downstairs

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    with a bullet in his brain stem. He was surprised at the boy‟s practicality in a
    situation that would make most people run for their lives.
    “No. But I need to get out of here.”
    Kael looked at the blue numbers on the digital clock beside the bed: 2:35 a.m.
    “Can‟t we wait till morning? The maid doesn‟t arrive until eight.” The boy still
    seemed to think they were in this together. He had no idea that he should be dead
    by now, or that when Kael had declined to kill him earlier, it was a reprieve, not a
    commuting of his death sentence.
    “Was he mean to you?” Kael asked. “Your stepfather?”
    A sadness appeared in the lowered eyes. “He didn‟t love me. He only took me
    because I came with my mom, a matched pair. If he could have put me up for
    adoption, he would have.”
    Kael looked down at his nipples; the boy was pinching them gently, making
    them stand up.
    “He called me mean names. That can be worse than getting smacked, you
    know. My mom always said it was sticks and stones. But it hurt; it really hurt.”
    Kael wrapped his hand around Angel‟s head and pressed it into his chest. “I
    know.”
    “What‟s your name?” Angel asked, licking Kael‟s nipples.
    In the arena of work, he was never to tell anyone his name unless he intended
    to kill them. “Daddy.”
    Angel leaned up on his elbow again, grinning. “Daddy,” he repeated, “what‟s
    your real name?”
    “John Carpe. Have you ever had sex with a man before today?”
    “Yes, Daddy,” Angel said.
    Kael reached down to Angel‟s buttock and pinched it hard. The boy screamed
    at the pain. “What‟d I do?” he asked, obviously confused.
    Kael spoke very calmly. “Don‟t ever lie to me. I always know when I‟m being
    lied to. Have you had sex before, with a man?”
    “No, Daddy.” Angel‟s voice dropped very low. He frowned. “I‟ve kissed other
    boys, but that‟s it. How did you know?”
    Kael looked into the silver eyes. Now that Angel‟s hair was completely dry, it
    was very pale blond. He took in the delicate features and ran his hand over Angel‟s
    buttock where he had