Angel and the Assassin

took the pillows on
    the left side, punching them to fluff them up. Kael stood beside the bed, waiting.
    With one finger he indicated that Angel should move to the other side. Angel
    scooted over, then patted the pillows on the other side, watching Kael‟s face for
    direction. Kael threw himself down full length and reached out to the console to
    close the blinds. The room fell into twilight.

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    Fyn Alexander

    Angel sat cross-legged, looking at him. His voice was soft and nervous. “Sir,
    are you mad at me? Are you bored with me already?”
    Kael put his hands behind his head and sighed heavily. “Neither, I‟m just
    tired.”
    “Sir, what‟s going to happen to me?” Angel‟s voice was filled with uneasiness,
    and he stuck his middle finger in his mouth, chewing on the nail.
    “I don‟t know. Don‟t worry. I‟ll take care of you.”
    “Will anyone think I killed Sven? They could blame me. The cops might come
    after me. I don‟t think I‟d do very well in federal prison.”
    “No, that won‟t happen.” Anyone finding the body would know right away it
    was a professional hit, but cleanup was taking care of this one.
    “Sir, where‟s my bag?”
    “I put it in the hall cupboard. You can unpack it later.”
    “I just need something from it.”
    He got up and left, returning very quickly with the baby blanket in his hands.
    He pushed it under his pillow and lay down beside Kael, resting his blond head on
    Kael‟s shoulder. Kael wrapped his arm around the boy, letting his hand fall on the
    slender hip. He had no idea what was going to happen to Angel. He should be lying
    dead in the house in Cape Cod, not cuddled up in his bed in his flat in London. For
    ten years he had executed his job perfectly, and in one night he had screwed
    everything up just because he could not bring himself to finish the job properly. To
    take care of the collateral damage.
    “Sir, are you a hit man?” Angel asked.
    Kael pinched Angel‟s buttock until he cried out.
    “Ow. Are you going to do that every time you‟re mad at me?”
    Hit man indeed. He was a highly trained professional. “Yes, so get used to it. If
    anyone ever asks you what happened at the house in Cape Cod, you‟re to say you
    were out on the beach. You saw nothing. You never saw Andresen dead.
    Understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Kael eased his grip. He had made his point.
    “I guess Maria-Jesus will have found him by now. She‟ll have called the cops.”
    “I don‟t know, and I don‟t care.” His targets existed only in the moments he
    spent with them. The aftermath was not his problem.
    “Sir?”
    “Go to sleep, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir. Do you want me to suck your cock?”
    “If I wanted you to suck my cock, I‟d order you to do it.”
    “Yes, Sir. Will you spank me, Sir? I‟ve always wanted a spanking. I get hot just
    thinking about it.”

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    “For crying out loud, stop talking! I‟ll spank you when I‟m ready. Listen to me
    very carefully, boy; obey me and you‟ll be fine. You will not fart without my
    permission. Got it?”
    “Got it, Sir.”
    “Go to sleep.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel closed his eyes. His mouth found Kael‟s nipple, and he sucked
    it. Kael was too tired to get aroused and allowed the boy to nuzzle his tits until he
    fell asleep. It was the first time in his life Kael had drifted off to sleep with someone
    in his arms.

    * * *
    Angel woke up. Sometime during sleep, he had rolled away from Sir and was

    lying on the edge of the big bed facing the other way. The room was darker than
    when they had fallen asleep. Glancing at the clock beside the bed, he saw it was
    after three a.m., and he was starving. Quietly he sat up and looked at Sir. John
    Carpe . The name was very masculine, like everything else about him. “Daddy.” But
    he had been ordered not to say Daddy anymore.
    Carefully, Angel pulled back the duvet to see him curled up on his side, naked
    and beautiful.
    You are so fucking hot!
    He moved closer and very lightly ran his hands over the muscled shoulders
    and back. The shaved head was elegant and smooth. He was so strong and big, and
    he was in control of everything, yet somehow, asleep, he looked vulnerable.
    Angel pulled the duvet up over Sir‟s shoulders again and patted it in cozily.
    Leaning down, he kissed Sir‟s cheek, rough from a day‟s growth. All his fantasies
    had come true in one strange night, except he knew this man would never love him.
    He was already bored