Angel and the Assassin

who took it with the glee of a small child.
    The main activity at Roughnecks was being seen and dancing, though on the
    couple of occasions Kael had checked the place out in the past, there was plenty of
    sex to be had in the toilets. He leaned his back to the bar, watching the dance floor.
    Angel leaned up against him for a while, drinking his beer and watching. “Sir, will
    you dance with me?”
    “No, but you go ahead. I‟m not into dancing. I‟m too big and awkward.”
    “I don‟t think so, Sir. Not the way you ran after me in the park.”
    Kael laughed. “I never said I wasn‟t fast.”
    Angel handed him the remains of his beer and walked out onto the crowded
    dance floor, but stood at the perimeter where Kael could still see him clearly.
    Another young leather boy immediately approached and stood in front of him. Kael
    assumed they were dancing together, which was fine with him.
    Angel was the coolest dancer he had ever seen. He was graceful and had some
    very sexy moves. For a long time he watched him dancing and exchanging a few
    words with other boys, though how they heard each other, even Kael, with his
    exquisite hearing, could not figure out. He had never thought he would take such
    pleasure in seeing a sub enjoying himself.
    Through the crowd a young man in his midtwenties, dressed in leather, with
    long, dark hair, walked up to Kael, looking him up and down provocatively. “Wanna
    meet me in the bog, Sir?”
    Grabbing him by the front of his leather jacket, Kael said, “If you want to talk
    to a master, you do this first.” He forced the boy to his knees. The shock on his face
    was priceless, and Kael looked down at him, laughing. That was probably the kind
    of stupid thing Angel would have done if he were unattached. At least the boy had
    the sense to do a little obligatory boot worship while he was down there.

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    After a few minutes, Kael beckoned him with one finger, and the boy got up,
    looking at him with a much deeper respect. “Sorry, Sir. I‟d love to suck your cock or
    anything else you might have in mind.”
    Kael never saw him coming until Angel wedged himself in between Kael and
    the other boy. “He‟s my master; now get your ass out of here,” he screamed into the
    young man‟s face.
    More amused than angry, but definitely shocked, Kael took Angel by the arm
    and set him to one side, saying to the young man, “I‟ve got my hands full here.
    Perhaps another time, but let me get you a beer.”
    While Angel and the young man threw filthy looks at each other, Kael ordered
    more beer and handed one to the boy, who took it and ducked his head
    submissively, then wandered back into the crowd. Kael stuck a finger in Angel‟s
    face. “Don‟t do that again.”
    Angel dropped his chin to indicate he was chastened, but his raised eyebrow
    and the defiant set of his mouth said, I probably will.
    “Were you flirting out there with those boys?”
    “It‟s not really flirting, Sir, it‟s just play flirting. You have to give me more
    instructions about etiquette.” He said it so seriously that Kael decided gravity was
    required in response, though he wanted to laugh.
    “Right, I will then.” He gave Angel another beer and watched him dance for
    the next hour, very satisfied with the entertainment. One of the other boys grabbed
    Angel‟s leather cap and put it on. The flashing white lights lit up Angel‟s bright
    blond hair. Kael scanned the room, but nothing had changed, and he was planning
    to leave soon anyway.
    “He‟s cute; where did you get him?” Kael turned to see a man dressed in a
    leather jacket and ordinary trousers. He was very good-looking in a conventional
    way and had an accent that was hard to make out with all the noise.
    “I met him at a bar.”
    “They‟re adorable when they‟re young, but they get annoying very fast.”
    “Yes, true enough,” Kael agreed.
    “There‟s some action in the toilets,” the man said, looking at the dance floor.
    “Are you interested?”
    Kael looked him up and down. He was interested, but he didn‟t want to leave
    Angel unwatched. “Another time.”
    “I‟d love to feel your dick up my bum,” the man said.
    “I‟d love to stick it in there, but”—he looked at the man again—“just a quickie.”
    With a glance at Angel, who was preoccupied with dancing and chatting, he
    grabbed the man by the elbow, pushing him toward the narrow passage that led to
    the toilets. Just as they turned into