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This boy would make a really good operative,
    given the right training. Kael had met agents who were good because they worked
    hard and had the desire to do the job. But they were never as good as those who,
    like himself, had a natural talent for the work. Angel might just have that same
    talent. He definitely had potential. Kael shoved the duvet down below his waist.
    “You want me to suck your cock, Sir?”

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    “A slave waits for instructions.” He was tired and impatient. More than
    anything he wanted Angel in his arms. It had been his only thought on the train
    home. “Give me a handjob.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel lay down beside him, their bodies touching, resting his head
    on Kael‟s shoulder. The touch of his skin was like water to a thirsty man; he felt
    bathed in the softness and the suppleness of his boy. But Angel wasn‟t his boy. He
    was waiting to go and visit his bitch of a mother who would probably reject him
    again. He wrapped his arm around Angel‟s shoulders, wanting to hold him there
    forever.
    Kael‟s cock rose and grew red with blood the moment Angel‟s cool hand
    wrapped around it and began sliding up and down the thick shaft. He turned his
    head to the side, grabbed the back of Angel‟s head, and kissed him. The boy
    responded at once, moving in closer, his hand tightening on Kael‟s shaft. He opened
    his mouth to receive Kael‟s tongue and pressed his groin into the hard muscle of
    Kael‟s hip, rubbing his cock against it. They both came quickly, gasping into each
    other‟s mouths. Angel rolled on top of Kael and lay panting.
    Sleep swept over him while he held Angel against his chest, hoping that
    whatever had caused a rift between them could be healed.

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    “Sir, am I old enough to have a beer?”
    They sat having lunch in the Quebec Pub in Old Quebec Street, where Kael
    had arranged to meet Conran. It was an older crowd for the most part, men in their
    fifties and up, and Kael got many admiring glances.
    “Yes, you only have to be eighteen in England, and only sixteen if you have
    alcohol with food.”
    “So can I have one, please, Sir?”
    Angel had seemed happy when they were walking through Hyde Park, but his
    moods were up and down, and his spirits seemed to have slumped again during the
    meal.
    The waiter walked over. “Can I take your plates? How was your meal?”
    “Great.” Kael looked him up and down. He was in his midtwenties, dark and
    attractive, though a little less in shape than he should be. “I‟ll have another beer
    and one for the boy.”
    “Anything else, sir, anything at all?” The intimate smile the young man gave
    Kael obviously irritated Angel, and his careful obedience broke down.
    “He‟s my master, so you can take your tarty ass somewhere else.”
    Since the only thing Angel had talked about for the last week was going to
    France to visit his mother, Kael was taken by surprise at his possessiveness. But he
    would not allow him to be rude to a waiter. He leaned across the table and jabbed a
    finger into his chest. “That was not polite; say you‟re sorry.”
    A mutinous look that was almost comic twisted Angel‟s face, but he looked up
    at the waiter obediently. “I‟m sorry.”
    “Give him a beer to mellow him out,” Kael said.
    “Are you American?” The waiter looked at Angel.
    “No, I‟m Japanese,” Angel said under his breath, looking away.
    The waiter brought the beers over and placed a half-pint of lager in front of
    Angel. “For the Japanese gentleman.”
    Kael laughed, and Angel looked furious. “I‟d watch out if I were you,” he said
    to the waiter. “My master carries a gun, and he kills people.”
    From the incredulous look on the waiter‟s face, it was plain he did not believe
    Angel. He walked away without another word. “That was very stupid of you.” Kael

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    grabbed Angel‟s arm, deliberately hurting him. “This is why I can‟t trust you with
    information. What‟s got into you? I thought you were an intelligent boy.”
    “I don‟t like being treated like a kid, and I didn‟t like that waiter smiling at
    you and making fun of me.” Angel took his glass and finished the whole beer in one
    slug, then set it on the table with a thump , looking at Kael for a reprimand. He
    refused to rise to the bait.
    Obviously disappointed at the lack of reaction, Angel crossed his arms and
    looked around. “Oh my God, what‟s he