Angel and the Assassin (17 page)

Kael liked his bathroom spotless and followed Angel in to give him detailed instructions on how to clean the porcelain and stainless steel. He leaned against the wall, watching him.

Bent over the side of the whirlpool bath, scrubbing hard, Angel was oblivious of being watched, but the sight of his bare buttocks slightly parted and the rosy pink anus made Kael‟s cock start to swell against his zipper. His balls felt ready to burst. Between Angel‟s thighs, his ball sac and cock pressed against the side of the cool porcelain.

Kael unzipped his jeans, pushed them down, and kicked them off. Standing with his hands on his hips and his cock jutting out, he said loudly, “Slave. I want some service here.”

Angel stood up, still holding the sponge dripping with cream cleanser. His face broke into a smile when he saw Kael with his jeans off.

“Get over here on your knees and start sucking, boy,” Kael said.

Angel‟s gaze traveled the length of Kael‟s muscled body with open appreciation. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and a mischievous grin split his face. Raising his arm, he flung the sponge. It sailed through the air, landing with a splat in the middle of Kael‟s chest. “You want it, Sir? Come and get it!” He ran for the door that led to the passage and into the living room.

A momentary flash of anger passed through Kael. But the sight of Angel‟s lean little buttocks disappearing through the door tickled him unexpectedly, and he strode after him to find him in the living room with the couch between them.

Kael could have caught him easily, but he decided not to. The shrieking of Angel‟s laughter as Kael followed him around the couch a couple of times made Kael laugh out loud.

“You‟ll never catch me, Daddy; I‟m quick,” Angel screamed, running into the dungeon.

Great place to trap him. Maybe this was just the place Angel wanted to be trapped. The boy stopped in the middle of the room, looking frantically about him for a place to hide. Sweat gleamed on his fair skin. Kael swore he could see the boy‟s heart beating against the thin muscles of Angel‟s chest.

It was time to catch him.

“Fe-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a little Yankee slave boy,” he bellowed.

One long stride and Kael grabbed Angel by the arm. Surprisingly, with a lightning-quick movement, Angel snatched his arm away and was on the run again around the dungeon. The second time Kael caught him, he wrestled him down onto the floor on his belly and threw himself onto Angel‟s back, his cock bursting for relief against Angel‟s buttocks. Angel continued to struggle, flailing his arms and legs about. It was the struggle of one who did not know how to fight, expending energy unnecessarily without achieving anything.

Kael grabbed Angel‟s hands, pushing the boy‟s arms up his back and pinning them there with one hand, taking complete control of his body. With his free hand he grabbed a handful of the soft blond hair and pulled his head back, checking Angel‟s face to gauge his emotions, which had been close to the surface all day. The boy‟s mouth was open, and his eyes wide with excitement.

When Kael forced his cock between Angel‟s buttocks, precum seeping out of the red tip and making his entry easy, the look on Angel‟s face softened to complete surrender and peace. Kael rammed his thick organ in to the hilt and fucked hard.

8To support his body better, Kael released Angel‟s wrists after the first minute and placed his hands on the floor on either side of the boy‟s shoulders. He expected Angel to move his arms into a more comfortable position, but he didn‟t. He lay absolutely still, allowing himself to be reamed, absorbing the shock waves of the cock deep in his rectum and the heaviness of Kael‟s body on his.

Kael did not even try to delay his orgasm for further pleasure. He thrust hard into the yielding arsehole and came in a loud explosion of grunts, his backside tight, his thighs tensed. Hot sperm shot out of his cock, and he fell hard onto Angel‟s back, stretched out full length, panting while sharp needle points of sensation pierced his belly and thighs.

“Ohhh, that was good,” he whispered on a long breath.

Angel didn‟t respond. His eyes were closed. Fear ran through Kael‟s muscles, and he quickly rolled off, flipping Angel onto his back. Kael was big, and he had fallen heavily on the boy after he came. “Open your eyes, Angel; look at Daddy!”

Angel‟s eyes drifted slowly open; his mouth was slack. Kael glanced down at the boy‟s cock and saw sticky white cum smeared across his thighs. He looked at the floor where Angel had lain and saw more of it. Relief swept over him. “Was it a good fuck, sweetheart?”

“Mmmmmmnnnn.” Angel could barely articulate. Kael sat up cross-legged and scooped the boy tenderly into his arms, laying him in his lap like a baby. Cradling Angel‟s head in the crook of one arm, he stroked the boy‟s face with his other hand.

Sweat lay damp on his skin, cooling quickly. “When did you come? I want to know what made you come. Tell Daddy.”

“Yes, Sir. It was when you pushed my arms up my back and I knew I couldn‟t move and you were going to fuck me.” So that was what excited him, being immobilized. A rape fantasy. “Daddy, can I spend some time in the cage soon?”

Kael laughed. “Yes, but I‟ll tell you what we‟re going to do now. I‟ll change the bed while you finish the bathroom; then I‟ll go out and buy some food, and you can cook for me.”

Angel gazed up at him. “Yes, Sir. Daddy.”

“Up you get and finish the cleaning like a good little slave.” Angel scrambled to his feet at once.

In the bedroom Kael dressed quickly in jeans and a dark shirt and pulled on black socks and boots. It would take him two minutes to change the bed, and Angel could clean the floor when he was out.

He grabbed the pillows from the bed and threw them onto a chair. The ragged square of cloth Angel had brought lay bundled underneath. Kael picked it up by the corner and held it up, trying to decide again what it was. It had to be full of germs.

He dropped it on the floor and tossed the duvet on the chair after the pillows.

Grabbing a clean fitted sheet and a duvet cover from the airing cupboard, he made the bed up quickly, squaring the pillows exactly as he liked them and fluffing the duvet.

From the wardrobe he took Angel‟s small stack of clothes—he‟d have to get him some more—together with the cloth and carried them to the dungeon, where he deposited the clothes neatly on the floor before locking the door, just in case Angel got any ideas about going out without permission. The cloth he tossed in the kitchen bin and tied up the bag. Angel met him in the front hall.

“Are you going out now, Daddy?”

“Yes, is there any more rubbish? I‟ll take it on my way out.”

“Yes.” Angel dashed back to the bathroom and returned, tying up a small bag.

“There you go, Daddy. Rubbish.” He grinned.

“Why is that funny?” Kael asked.

“Rubbish,” Angel repeated. “Englishisms are funny.”

Kael smiled and headed for the door. “Behave. I‟ll be less than an hour.”

“Daddy!” Angel yelled after him. Kael stopped and turned at the door. “Will you get me an anime magazine, please?”

“All right.”

“And Daddy!”

He looked at Angel, waiting.

“You told me not to fart without permission.”

“So I did.”

“What if I need to fart while you‟re out?” He grinned.

“Hold it in till I get back.” He could still hear Angel laughing as he walked toward the lift.

The supermarket was almost empty, making it easier to gather the items he wanted; still Kael had no idea what to buy to construct macaroni-cheese. In the end he bought a ready-made frozen package, then wandered around picking up fruit and salad vegetables and cheese. Angel had said he wanted mashed potatoes.

What the hell am I doing wandering around a supermarket trying to find foods
a teenager will like? Chocolate digestives, milk—Christ!—he probably wants hot
dogs, things like that.

At the tills, with a trolley loaded with items he would never buy for himself, he looked at the two cashiers on duty, a middle-aged man and a teenage girl with appalling makeup and dyed hair. The girl would be more likely to know. She smiled shyly at him when he strode toward her. He leaned in close, feeling ridiculous.

“What‟s an anime magazine?”

She pointed at the racks of magazines beside the conveyor belt. “
Neo
. At the end.”

It was the strangest thing he‟d ever seen, a magazine full of odd cartoon characters with enormous eyes and spiky hair. “This?” She nodded. Kael tossed it on the conveyor belt. He couldn‟t wait to get out of there.

8The car park was nearly empty, and as always Kael had parked his small, unobtrusive vehicle well away from any other cars. He scanned the dark, poorly lit area as soon as he walked through the automatic doors. At the far end of the yard, a dark blue four-door stood with the engine and lights off, but Kael could clearly see an occupant sitting behind the wheel. His neck prickled. Something was not right.

Striding to his car, he quickly packed the plastic grocery bags into the boot and got into the driver‟s seat without ever looking directly at the blue vehicle, giving no indication that he had seen anything untoward.

With the rearview mirror angled to take a better look, he focused on the dark car and the driver sitting, unmoving, watching him. It was Conran. Kael‟s excellent visual acuity easily picked out the shape of his head and a slight movement of his hand that was uniquely Conran‟s. Kael drove off, watching him in his rearview mirror. Conran didn‟t follow, but still Kael drove around for twenty minutes to ensure he was alone before returning home, where he dumped the bags on the floor to open the front door.

“Daddy?” Angel came to the door wearing a white T-shirt that he had obviously taken from Kael‟s wardrobe. It reached his midthighs and was loose and baggy.

“Did you hide my clothes? I‟m cold.”

“Yes, take these bags. Be quick. Put everything away.”

Inside he bolted the door and carried out a hurried sweep of the flat. He was on his knees running his hand along the underside of the couch when he looked up to find Angel watching him with the magazine in his hand and a “what the hell are you doing” look on his face. “Daddy, I put the mac and cheese in the microwave.”

“Right.” Kael got to his feet.

“This is the coolest magazine in the world.” He held it up, smiling to show how happy he was. “I love
Neo
, and it‟s hard to find at home.”

Distracted by the nagging sense of being followed, the image of the car in the car park still lodged in his mind, he continued to check for listening devices and cameras while Angel followed him. “Did anyone knock on the door while I was gone?”

“No. Why don‟t you have a phone, Daddy?”

“I do, just not a landline.” Kael went to the wall and pressed a button. With a low humming sound the blinds dropped slowly over the windows. Worried and agitated, Kael turned on Angel. “You look like a little girl in that T-shirt.”

Angel pouted. “Well, give me my clothes back then.”

“Watch your tone when you talk to me! Go and set the table.” Kael continued his sweep, ignoring the boy, but he shouldn‟t have snapped at him.

“Yes, Sir. Shall we sit at the dining room table for a change?”

“No, we‟ll eat in the kitchen.”

“God forbid we should drop a crumb on the floor,” Angel said, walking away.

Already anxious, Kael‟s temper flared again. He was behind Angel in three long strides, grabbing him by the arms and hauling him round to face him. “I‟ll give you a good hiding if you use that tone with me again.”

Angel‟s face contorted into a confused glare.

Kael released him, watching as the red finger marks he had left behind turned pale again until they blended in with Angel‟s fair skin.

“What did I do, Daddy?”

“Nothing. I‟m sorry, boy. I have a lot on my mind right now. Go and get the dinner out. I‟ll be there in a moment.”

“Yes, Sir, Daddy.”

“You have to be a good slave, remember? A good slave does what he‟s told. So be a good slave.”

“Yes, Sir.” Angel gave him a quick hug and went back to the kitchen, his elegant walk keeping Kael‟s gaze fixed to his backside. When Angel was out of sight, he finished the sweep.

They ate the macaroni-cheese in silence. Kael wanted to gag on it. It was disgusting. When he was a kid, he had loved it, but his tastes had become far more sophisticated over the years. He was no longer a kid, but Angel was.

“Daddy, what‟s up? You were fine when you left. Did someone piss you off? Did I?”

“Nobody pissed me off.”

Right now his life was pissing him off. It had become unpredictable, and nothing distressed Kael more than unpredictability. For the past ten years, his life had depended on his ability to predict what would happen next. Even as a kid in College Grange and at home with his mum‟s string of boyfriends, being able to figure out what was coming had given him an advantage and a sense of control that made him feel secure.

He put his knife and fork neatly in the middle of his plate, unable to eat any more. Angel had finished his plateful and was scraping the remaining cheese sauce up with the side of his fork. The scraping sound made Kael‟s already ragged nerves scream. He got up from the table to grab a bottle of water from the cupboard.

He leaned his buttocks against the counter, waiting for the irritating scraping sound to stop. Angel put down his fork and looked up at him. Kael opened his mouth to say he was sorry about the bad temper when Angel stuck his tongue out at him like a naughty five-year-old.

Laughter erupted from deep within Kael. Angel looked very funny but not so funny as to leave him near hysterical. So much nervous tension had built up inside him that it had to crack. Sex always helped, and he had to admit that chasing Angel around the flat had aroused him to the point where the mock rape on the dungeon floor was the only response. He spluttered on his water and managed to put the bottle on the counter before he dropped it.