Angel and the Assassin

tight to Kael‟s neck, Angel raised his hips. The muscle of his anus
    gave way, and Angel slid down, releasing a loud cry. “Daddy!”
    With Angel‟s back pressed against the wall for support, Kael released his
    buttocks and took him by the hips, raising him up almost to the tip of his cock and
    slamming him down hard to the hilt. They fell into a swift, fierce rhythm. The hot

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    water pouring over Kael‟s head and down his back added to the pleasure wracking
    his body. He became one with the water, strong as a waterfall as he reamed his
    beautiful boy. Angel‟s forehead fell onto Kael‟s shoulder, and Kael turned his head
    to mouth and suck on Angel‟s neck and bite his shoulder.
    “Daddy, Daddy, I have to!” Angel cried as his orgasm flooded him, and his body
    jerked against Kael‟s. His grip on Kael‟s neck tightened, and his cry became a long,
    low moan as warm cum shot onto Kael‟s belly and ran off with the rushing water.
    Kael grabbed a handful of Angel‟s hair to pull his head back, and covered his
    mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside. When his orgasm flooded his hips and legs,
    and his sperm flowed up Angel‟s rectum, he feared for a moment that his legs would
    collapse beneath him. His knees began to shake, forcing him to brace his feet. The
    orgasm took a long time to subside while they clung to each other, leaning against
    the wall.
    “I‟ve missed you, Angel,” Kael said against his neck.
    “Daddy, I was only gone a couple of days.”
    “You stopped being affectionate with me the day we went to Freddie‟s. I‟ve
    been missing you ever since.”
    Slowly he stepped away from the wall, allowing Angel to drop his feet to the
    floor and stand up. Neither of them spoke. They soaped each other and rinsed off.
    Kael turned off the water and stepped out onto the mat. He took a towel and
    wrapped it around Angel‟s shoulders, and with another rubbed his hair. “We have to
    talk. In the bedroom.”
    He watched Angel walking away, his buttocks red from the hot water and the
    pressure of Kael‟s hands and cock. “You have a beautiful arse, boy.”
    Angel looked over his shoulder, a cheeky grin lighting his face. He winked and
    wiggled his hips into the bedroom, making Kael laugh out loud.
    By the time Kael walked into the bedroom, Angel had changed the white fitted
    sheet and pillowcases and pulled a fresh, crisp, white cover over the feather duvet.
    “Daddy, we really have to get a bit of color in this place.” He threw the duvet onto
    the bed, straightened it, and leaped into the middle.
    Kael lay down on top of the duvet, propped up on his pillows, and stretched out
    his arms. “Come here, Angel; come to Daddy.”
    The boy crawled into his arms and fell against his shoulder. “Daddy, I love
    you,” he said, his voice suddenly shaky as if he would cry.
    “Sweetheart, you may be in a bit of shock from what you went through.” Kael
    kept his tone gentle. Angel may look fine on the surface, but he had been through a
    hell of a few days. And he had shot two men.
    “Daddy, I don‟t have to be in shock to tell you I love you.” Angel rested his
    hand on Kael‟s flat belly and slid it down to toy with his pubic hair. “I love you. I
    wrote it in your diary.”
    “Yes, I saw that. You also wrote that I was incredibly fucked-up.”

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    Angel frowned. “I was mad at you.”
    “You must have learned a lot about me from reading that diary.”
    “You and your mom. I wish my mom was like yours.”
    The words of wisdom Kael‟s mum had offered when he spoke to her about
    Angel returned. He had to tell the boy how he felt.
    The words came out in a whisper. “Angel, I love you.”
    “Daddy?” Angel said.
    “No, don‟t speak. Listen.” Kael felt almost panicky. Angel fell silent, but he sat
    up cross-legged to look directly into Kael‟s face. Kael wished he would lie beside him
    again because he knew his cheeks would go pink and he hated feeling so vulnerable,
    but he wanted Angel to understand how much he was loved.
    Despite the urge to look away, Kael met the trusting young eyes and took in
    the hopeful expression of the half-parted lips and the boyish tilt of the head as
    Angel waited expectantly. Angel grasped Kael‟s hand as if encouraging him to
    speak. Kael took a deep breath as though he was about to jump into the sea without
    a life jacket. “I love you, Angel.”
    The boy‟s straight back and shoulders softened as if he had