Angel and the Assassin

watched Angel‟s face carefully
    to see if Angel believed him.
    “Sven wasn‟t a nice man,” Angel said. “I heard him on the phone lots of times
    when he didn‟t know I was there. If you hadn‟t killed him, someone else would have
    soon or later. Things were getting really weird around the house and the apartment
    in Manhattan. There were some nasty guys there recently with foreign accents. I
    think that was why my mom started looking for another rich man to take care of
    her.”
    “What kind of accents?”
    “I don‟t know; a bit like that cleaning lady that was here.”

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    Fyn Alexander

    “You said you didn‟t see her.”
    “No, Sir, I didn‟t. I had no idea she was in the bathroom, I was still mostly
    asleep, but I heard her singing. It was weird; she has a terrible voice. It was going
    in and out of my dreams.” He laughed. “It was like a nightmare.”
    Kael laughed. “Yes, I‟ve heard her sing too. It‟s bloody awful.”
    Angel put his hands on Kael‟s cheeks, looking seriously at him. “Sir, I should
    never have got in touch with Maria-Jesus, not without asking you first, but she was
    always kind to me. She told me my name is really popular in Mexico and Puerto
    Rico. She would say Ahn-hel . That‟s the Spanish pronunciation.”
    “Is it? Ahn-hel,” Kael repeated. “I like Angel better. But why the maid? Don‟t
    you have family, grandparents or somebody?”
    “No, there‟s no one else. Maria-Jesus was kind to me. She even hugged me
    sometimes. No one else ever did, especially not Sven, and I wanted him to. I thought
    he was going to be a real father to me, but I was just my mom‟s extra baggage to
    him.”
    Kael swallowed past the lump in his throat. His own mother had worked
    endless hours when he was growing up and made questionable choices in men, but
    she had hugged him every chance she got. She had always told him how great he
    was. He pulled Angel into his chest and heard him sigh.
    “But what do we do now, Sir? Now that the cops are looking for me.”
    “You have to lay low for a while. Stay in the flat, do as you‟re told, and be a
    good little slave.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Right now I‟m going to spank you. Are you ready?”
    Kael‟s hand rested over the boy‟s flaccid cock. At the word spank , it began to
    harden. “I‟ve been ready my whole life for a man to take charge and make me his.”
    Angel‟s eyes took on a dreamy quality.
    Kael gripped the small cock tightly and squeezed. Angel‟s entire body
    shuddered, and he came in Kael‟s hand almost instantly, and then fell on Kael‟s
    shoulder, gasping.
    “That was quick.” Kael felt vaguely annoyed, but what did he expect? A
    memory from when he was fourteen flashed through his consciousness. He was
    sitting on the scruffy old couch in the living room one evening during his summer of
    love with Shawn. His mum was watching Coronation Street , slumped in the chair,
    worn out from back-to-back shifts at the launderette and the old-age home.
    Shawn—who he now saw as nothing but a lazy fucker—walked into the room,
    winked at him with his cheeky, handsome grin, and Kael spent instantly in his
    trousers.
    If Angel felt about him anything like the way he had felt about Shawn that
    summer, he should be flattered. But Shawn was a waste of space and not worth all
    that love. In that moment Kael knew he wanted to be worthy of Angel‟s trust and
    submission.

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    “Sorry, Sir, it just happened.” Angel panted against his neck. “Are you mad at
    me?”
    Overcome with an upwelling of feelings he did not want to analyze, Kael pulled
    the boy tight against his body again, rubbing his back and thighs. This boy would be
    the death of him. “It‟s a perfectly natural reaction when you are in the arms of
    someone as gorgeous as me.” He grinned, and Angel laughed with pure happiness.
    “On your knees, boy.”
    Angel slid to the floor and knelt before him. “Sir, could we go into the
    dungeon?”
    “No, I want you in here.”
    “But I can call you Daddy in there.” The look on Angel‟s face was so
    impassioned that Kael found himself weakening.
    “Look, if you want to call me Daddy so badly, then call me Daddy. Just don‟t
    expect me to be soft with you. I‟m a master. That‟s who I am.”
    Angel wrapped his arms around Kael‟s legs and hugged them. “I think you‟re a
    marshmallow, Daddy.”
    “You do, do you?” Kael sat upright and positioned himself squarely. He