Angel and the Assassin

head while he
    laughed out loud as he dodged them, and it was never enough. Yet here he stood
    feeling deliriously happy watching Angel hug the filthy blanket while looking at
    him with unadulterated admiration.
    “Daddy, you are the man .”
    The man.
    He could have stood there for the rest of the night absorbing Angel‟s radiant
    smile and happiness, but he needed to get him back inside the flat. “Let‟s get back
    upstairs, boy. You owe me a really good cock sucking.”
    In the flat‟s small utility room Kael watched Angel throw the blanket into the
    washing machine. “Lots of soap,” he said.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Now get into the bathroom and pick up the towels.”
    Angel tidied up the towels, and they showered quickly. Despite having worn
    gloves, Kael scrubbed his hands thoroughly. Afterward he threw himself down on
    the bed, pillows piled up behind him. “Stand there,” he ordered Angel, pointing at a
    spot beside the bed.
    The boy looked slightly confused but obeyed at once, standing a foot from the
    side of the bed. He watched Kael expectantly. “Okay, I get it. I‟m going to get my ass
    whipped for calling you names. I deserve it. Let‟s get it over with.” He paused, then
    added, “Sir.”
    “You do deserve to get your arse whipped for saying such awful things to your
    daddy,” Kael said. “But I‟m not planning to do that right now.”
    The relief on Angel‟s face was comical. He raised his eyes to the ceiling while
    blowing hard through his lips. Kael wanted desperately to laugh. “You have to
    apologize though.”
    Angel looked into his eyes, utterly sincere. “Daddy, I want to, like, you know,
    totally and deeply apologize for calling you an asshole, because you are so not an
    asshole, and you are the coolest man I have ever met, and the most gorgeous.”
    Kael tucked his hands behind his head. “What about the other thing? Put your
    hands behind your back.”
    Angel folded his hands at his tailbone. “What thing, Daddy?”
    “Chin up.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel obeyed.
    “Shoulders back, boy. You called me anal retentive.”

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    Angel‟s silver eyes opened wide as he met Kael‟s. “I‟m not taking that back. It‟s
    true.”
    Every muscle in Kael‟s body tensed. His breath caught in his throat. “Don‟t try
    my patience, boy. I can change my mind about that arse whipping at any moment.”
    Angel sighed, his face growing very serious. He spoke as if explaining
    something important to a young child. “I know that, Daddy. I know what you‟re
    capable of. But it‟s true. You are anal retentive.”
    Kael blew out an angry breath. “And you‟re a trained psychologist, are you?”
    Angel maintained his posture perfectly. “I don‟t have to be a trained
    psychologist to see how obsessive you are, Daddy.” He spoke so innocently, so
    matter-of-factly, that Kael felt his ire flame still more. “This place looks unlived in.
    You keep latex gloves in your pocket at all times. I know because I sort the laundry.
    You keep checking under the furniture for bedbugs and creepy-crawlies or
    something.” It was all Kael could do not to reach out and swat him; at the same
    time he wanted to laugh. He was certainly looking for bugs, but of a different kind.
    “You freak out if I drop a crumb. Have you thought about getting some counseling?”
    Out of the mouths of babes.
    “All right. I‟ve heard enough.” He couldn‟t deny it; it was all true. Angel had
    him pegged. Nonetheless, he had to take back control of the situation.
    Kael raised both knees and spread them wide. He pointed at the space on the
    bed between them. “On the bed.” Instead of sliding into place with his eyes lowered
    as Kael expected, Angel jumped onto the bed, landing hard between his thighs. Kael
    tensed, pulling back in fear that his cock and balls would get hurt. “Idiot!”
    Angel laughed and looked down at Kael‟s cock, licking his lips. “Mmmmmm.”
    Nothing could spoil the boy‟s happiness and relief at getting his blanket back.
    “Kneel up,” Kael told him.
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel knelt as ordered but reached out a hand to take Kael‟s cock.
    “Hands behind your back. Now keep them there.” Kael lifted his cock, which
    had started to inflate. “Suck my cock, boy. Suck it hard.”
    Angel‟s pink, wet mouth opened as if he was about to sing a perfect aaaa . He
    leaned forward and closed his lips over Kael‟s cock. The warmth of the sweet young
    mouth was so