Angel and the Assassin (5 page)

“Stay put.”

Kael opened the drawer and grabbed the perfect, new tube of KY. He took the lid off to find the foil seal still in place. The box of Trojans was new as well; all twenty were still there. “Large. You got my size. Were you expecting me, or were you just hopeful?” A flat silver tin drew Kael‟s attention, and he picked it up.

“Daddy, don‟t take the lid off.”

The urgency in Angel‟s voice made Kael stop. “What is it?”

Angel laughed. “It‟s itching powder. I put it in Sven‟s underwear drawer every couple of weeks.”

“Very mature.” Kael tossed it back into the drawer and returned to the boy and looked at his anus, clenching and releasing involuntarily. He was a virgin, and he was nervous about being fucked. “Have you done this before, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he said without looking at Kael.

“Really?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you want me to be gentle with you?” Kael asked very quietly.

“No, Daddy. I‟m good with whatever you want.”

The KY oozed in a glistening stream onto Kael‟s fingers. He looked at the boy‟s quivering buttocks and pressed his thumb down on the tube again until he had a dollop the size of a £2 coin in his hand. Tossing the tube onto the bed, he slapped the cool gel against Angel‟s anus. The boy released a deep, low moan as Kael pushed his first two fingers into the tight hole. He turned his fingers in a circle, massaging the muscle with long, slow movements, loosening it slowly. Angel dropped his forehead to the mattress, moaning into the sheet.

“Get your head up,” Kael ordered. “Look at me.”

Angel obeyed at once, looking over his shoulder at Kael, his cheeks very pink now, his eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. Kael wanted to see the boy‟s face to gauge his reactions.

With Angel‟s eyes looking into his, he drew his fingers out and then pushed all four fingers slowly up Angel‟s arse. The boy opened his mouth in a perfect O. A sound erupted from deep in his throat that was both soft and high-pitched like an operatic note held for longer than a breath.

2Kael looked from the boy‟s lovely face to his arsehole. Angel tightened his anus around Kael‟s fingers, but Kael would go in no farther, even though fisting was one of his favorite pastimes. An entire fist would be too much for an inexperienced boy to handle. He knew if he drew back and thrust his fingers in hard, just once, that the boy would be unable to control himself. One swift movement and Angel screamed.

Looking at the bed between Angel‟s slender thighs, he saw white fluid shoot out and land on the sheet. A look back at the boy‟s face showed the lovely silvery eyes were half-closed and dreamy. A light sweat had broken out on his forehead and neck. His breath came hard and short for more than a minute until his lips pressed together and a satisfied, “
Mmmmm
,” filled the air as if he were singing.

Kael withdrew his hand. “Don‟t move.”

In the bathroom he scrubbed his hands, glancing at the towel where the scalpel was hidden. Standing behind Angel again, he tore open the foil condom packet and slid the fine piece of latex over his cock.

He pushed Angel down flat onto his belly and mounted him as if he were doing push-ups, supporting the weight of his upper body on his arms.

Angel‟s arsehole was still very slippery from the abundance of lubricant and Kael slid inside easily all the way to the hilt of his cock. His heavy balls burst with a hot, burning pleasure. For long minutes he fucked Angel, in and out, in and out.

The boy lay completely still, allowing himself to be reamed, his face slick with sweat, his cheeks flaming pink. He whimpered softly, “Daddy, Daddy, that‟s so good.”

When he could hold back not another second, Kael allowed his orgasm to flood his groin. His buttocks and legs tightened, forcing his orgasm upward through his flat belly and muscled chest. His nipples became tiny, hard pebbles; his cock surged with thick pulses of pleasure. He dropped his full weight onto Angel‟s back, pressing him down into the mattress. “Holy fuck,” he moaned.

“Daddy,” Angel murmured. “Daddy.”

“What?”

“I just love saying that word.” Angel smiled.

How can I kill you, boy?

How can I not?

Beginning to recover from his shattering climax, Kael rolled off Angel and onto his back. Angel leaned up on one elbow, looking at him. With one finger, he circled Kael‟s right nipple.

“Daddy?”

“What?”

“Do you have to get rid of Sven‟s body?” It was the last thing Kael had expected to hear. He had momentarily forgotten the man slumped on the couch downstairs with a bullet in his brain stem. He was surprised at the boy‟s practicality in a situation that would make most people run for their lives.

“No. But I need to get out of here.”

Kael looked at the blue numbers on the digital clock beside the bed: 2:35 a.m.

“Can‟t we wait till morning? The maid doesn‟t arrive until eight.” The boy still seemed to think they were in this together. He had no idea that he should be dead by now, or that when Kael had declined to kill him earlier, it was a reprieve, not a commuting of his death sentence.

“Was he mean to you?” Kael asked. “Your stepfather?”

A sadness appeared in the lowered eyes. “He didn‟t love me. He only took me because I came with my mom, a matched pair. If he could have put me up for adoption, he would have.”

Kael looked down at his nipples; the boy was pinching them gently, making them stand up.

“He called me mean names. That can be worse than getting smacked, you know. My mom always said it was sticks and stones. But it hurt; it really hurt.”

Kael wrapped his hand around Angel‟s head and pressed it into his chest. “I know.”

“What‟s your name?” Angel asked, licking Kael‟s nipples.

In the arena of work, he was never to tell anyone his name unless he intended to kill them. “Daddy.”

Angel leaned up on his elbow again, grinning. “Daddy,” he repeated, “what‟s your real name?”

“John Carpe. Have you ever had sex with a man before today?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Angel said.

Kael reached down to Angel‟s buttock and pinched it hard. The boy screamed at the pain. “What‟d I do?” he asked, obviously confused.

Kael spoke very calmly. “Don‟t ever lie to me. I always know when I‟m being lied to. Have you had sex before, with a man?”

“No, Daddy.” Angel‟s voice dropped very low. He frowned. “I‟ve kissed other boys, but that‟s it. How did you know?”

Kael looked into the silver eyes. Now that Angel‟s hair was completely dry, it was very pale blond. He took in the delicate features and ran his hand over Angel‟s buttock where he had pinched him, rubbing it better.

“How did you know, Daddy?”

Kael looked at him. “A brand new tube of lubricant waiting hopefully in a drawer beside your bed.” He laughed out loud. “
Daddy Magazine
hiding under the bed. A box of condoms with all twenty still in it.”

“You‟re mean, Daddy.” Angel pouted.

2Kael continued, “And you came two seconds after I finger fucked you. That‟s a dead giveaway. A submissive is supposed to ask permission to come, but you couldn‟t control it.”

On the bedside table, Angel‟s phone rang. He sat up, reaching for it. Kael grabbed his arm, forcing him roughly back onto the bed. He pinned his shoulders down and spoke into his face very close, but never raised his voice. “Don‟t touch it.”

The look in Angel‟s eyes spoke with far more intensity than his words; he was terrified. The color in his cheeks drained, and his breath caught in his throat. Kael knew he could be scary, and he used the ability to great effect when need be. The phoned stopped ringing. “Sorry, Daddy,” Angel whispered.

Kael pulled the condom off his cock and stood up. “Let‟s get showered and dressed. We need to leave.” He pushed Angel in front of him into the bathroom.

“Turn the shower on and get in.” While the boy obeyed him, he flushed the condom down the toilet.

They stepped under the rushing water. Kael squirted a lavish amount of shower gel into his palm and took Angel by the arm, turning him to face the tiled wall. He slapped the palm of his hand against Angel‟s buttocks and began to wash him. “Bloody hell, this stuff smells like a whore‟s bedroom.”

Angel giggled. “It‟s strawberry-and-kiwi scented.”

“It‟s not manly.”

Kael soaped between Angel‟s buttocks, probing the boy‟s rectum with his forefinger. Angel moaned, but Kael carried on washing him, soaping his thighs with his big hands. He turned him around, poured more gel into his palm, and washed Angel‟s cock and balls. The boy had an erection before he began, and Kael‟s well-lubricated hand running up and down his shaft was too much for him. With an openmouthed cry, he came for the second time without permission, his legs quivering, hands clutching at Kael‟s waist.

“I need to teach you to control that,” Kael told him, but that wasn‟t likely to happen. What was wrong with him? He was acting as if he had a future with the boy, when the truth was that Angel‟s time was running out every second.

Kael let him recover, amused at how easily the boy spilled his load. He took a sponge and began washing the rest of Angel‟s body, his mind in two places as he worked: the sensual enjoyment of the moment and what had to happen next. He was not often or easily confused, but he could not reconcile his enjoyment of the boy—not just his body, but his youthful sweetness and trust—against what must happen next. He could not look Angel in the eyes when he did it.

When he was happy with his work, he tossed the sponge at Angel. “Now me.

Start with my feet.”

“Yes, Sir, Daddy.”

Angel poured the fruit-scented gel onto the sponge and dropped to his knees.

He scrubbed Kael‟s feet and began to work his way up his legs. Kael stood with his feet apart, looking down at the boy, who worked with a serious look on his face as if this were the most important task of his life.

When Angel reached his cock, he dropped the sponge and did what Kael had done. He poured gel into his palms and carefully, lovingly soaped Kael‟s cock and balls. The water running continuously rinsed off the soap, and Angel took the thick cock into his mouth.

Kael grabbed a handful of Angel‟s hair, yanking his head back. The cock slid out of Angel‟s mouth, and he looked up, shocked, as water poured over his face.

“Ask.”

A moment of uncertainty washed over Angel‟s face before he understood. “May I suck your cock, Daddy?”

“Suck it,” Kael answered.

When Angel opened his mouth, Kael thrust his hips hard while holding the back of Angel‟s head. The sensation of his thick organ sliding into the boy‟s mouth until it bumped against his throat was so intense he allowed his climax to ride over him at once. He didn‟t have time to wait anyway. As his sperm flooded the boy‟s mouth, Angel coughed in surprise. Kael pulled back, watching him. The whole thing had taken no more than ten seconds. Angel looked up at him. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

“No, Sir, I‟ve never done anything,” he admitted. “I didn‟t expect your stuff to come out so quick.”

“Get finished,” Kael told him. Angel stood up and took the sponge to continue bathing him.

* * *

“Sir, you look like you‟re in a spy movie.” He pointed. “The shoulder holster.”

“Get dressed, boy.” Kael sat on the edge of a chair pulling on his black socks and shoes as he watched Angel dress in tight dark denims and a leather zip-up vest.

“You‟re almost dressed for an S and M bar. You just need leather chaps.”

“Like my boots?” Angel held up a pair of German paratrooper boots, so shiny they gleamed.

“Perfect.” Kael smiled. “How long have you been fantasizing about being a daddy‟s boy?”

“My whole life, Daddy,” Angel said, sitting on the floor to pull on his boots.

“Sometimes the fantasy and the reality don‟t match up. Being a sub takes work and commitment. So does being a master, especially a full-time master.” He had always been too busy and focused on work for a relationship of that depth. One-night stands only were his rule.

2Kael stood up and went quickly to the bathroom to retrieve the scalpel, never taking his eyes off the boy. Angel laced up his boots and from his closet took a black leather biker jacket and pulled it on. He scooped up his iPod and phone from his desk, shoving them in his pocket.

“Daddy, was it cold out when you arrived?”

“It‟s fairly mild for September, but the jacket is a good idea,” Kael said.

“Should I pack a bag? Will we be coming back, Sir?”

“Don‟t worry about it.”

“Daddy, there‟s a few things I want if I‟m not coming back.”

Angel stood at the bathroom door waiting for instructions. Habitually tidy and careful, Kael took a small hand towel and began to wipe down the room. When he was content, he threw it in the wash basket. “A small bag.”

I’m just putting off the inevitable. I must be going soft.

From the closet, Angel grabbed a black leather backpack. He quickly stuffed a few items in and slung it on his shoulder.

Switching off the light, Kael directed Angel out in front of him. The upper landing was still in darkness. In the downstairs hall, Angel stopped, looking into the sitting room. Kael put his hand on the boy‟s shoulder. “Don‟t look if it upsets you.”

“It doesn‟t. I don‟t care that he‟s dead. My mom won‟t care either. She‟s already in France with Gregoire.”