Yassen was sat on a Kawasaki sports bike in black skin tight leathers showing off the assasin's long and lean body, his helmet open. Yassen smiled as Alex walked up to him. It was if Alex could not stop himself. He climbed on the bike and Yassen sped through London to a smart newly built townhouse. The bedroom was dark and cool. The Russian watched as Alex stripped off his school uniform, carefully folding each item, before he removed his legs and lay splayed out on the bed, hot and hard, waiting for Yassen to touch him.
At this point Alex woke up, sweating. Fuck he'd made a mess of his bed, cum everywhere. Alex got up and showered. He dragged the bedlinen off his bed and took it into the kitchen. Washing machine on, Alex made coffee in the bleak dark early morning. Alex got his journal and noted the details of the dream. Alex closed his eyes he could almost taste Yassen, his mouth, his cock. Fuck, he was a sick and twisted little pervert, Alex had another hard on. Alex had therapy after school today. He guessed he'd be talking about sex with Rick today. Alex preferred the dreams where Yassen fucked him to the nightmares where he tortured him. Alex had a bit of a dual personality when thinking about his dad's old friend. The man was smoking hot, but a complete and utter bastard. Alex shivered at least his hard on had gone, thinking about interrogation helped. Alex drank his coffee and bit his nails.
At 6, Jon came down. "Wet dream or puke?" as he noted the bedding in the washing machine and Alex lying on the sofa reading.
"Wet dream." answered alex from his comfortable spot
"Can I ask the details?" enquired Jon as he put on fresh coffee.
"Yassen, always Yassen. Why can't I become attracted to some sad sack at school?" Alex complained but the thought of anyone from school touching him made him queasy.
Jon attempted to answer that impossible question, "Because either you prefer older men or because the only experience you have is that cock sucking cunt of an assassin."
Alex snorted at Jon's profanity "Nicely put there, Jon."
Jon shook his head and made porridge and fruit salad. "Have you been up for hours?"
"Since 4. Done all my homework. I'll have a nap at school at lunchtime. Thank god its Friday." The Alex remembered his conversation with Bill Tavner. "Oh Christ I forgot. Bill Tavner, asked me to train with another kid he coaches tomorrow at school."
"Training?" Jon tried to remember what needed to be rescheduled tomorrow.
"Some kid called Mark. It'll be fun to meet someone like me." continued Alex
"Like you?" Jon was now completely lost.
"Well, Mark has cerebral palsy. He's classed as an S5. I'm an S8. I have to find out more about the Paralympics. Its a games like the Olympics for blind and disabled people. Different classifications for different range of movement or sight." Alex said in a rush.
Jon just shock his head. One week back at school and Alex was already thinking in the long term, Paralympics. Good on Alex.
Tony heard shouting. Normally Alex was calm and collected during his sessions, speaking in a flat monotone about the horrors in his past. They had family sessions once a month, more like a check list of how everything was going. But Alex was shouting, so angry and upset. Tony stood up, then Rick was at the door beckoning him in. Alex was sat on the couch, crying. Tony immediately went to his side and enveloped him in his arms. "Baby boy, it all right. Papa's here now. Everything's fine. Whats upset my no 1 boy?"
"I.. I.." Alex took great gulps of air, trying to calm himself "..I told Rick my big secret. I promised Ian I would not to tell anyone, it was just between the two of us, but Ian's dead so he can't hold me too it." Alex had a determined look on his face. Oh how Alex hated Ian.
Tony closed his eyes and listened to Alex tell him what a complete and utter bastard Ian Rider had been to this beautiful boy, who should have treasured and loved. "When I was 10, Ian took me to Prague. He showed me how to pick pockets and how to pick locks. I drove a car for the first time and how to suck Ian's cock." Alex had said it. Ian had said Alex was old enough to be given the talk. A lot more detailed talk than most kids. He learned how to pleasure both men and women. At the time Alex had sat in horror listening to the gross details. Then Ian had insisted on practicals saying Alex would learn soon enough to seduce girls, if he took after his father, but he needed to learn how sex with boys worked. Alex had given his uncle a hand job to start with, then later a blow job. After Prague those lessons were not talked about, it was just one of those things Alex needed to know. So Alex offering himself to Yassen had been fulfillment of Ian's training.
Alex was practically asleep by the time Tony got him to the car. Tony now wished they had got a taxi. He wanted to hold Alex until they got home. Alex fell asleep in the car and was helped to bed, and actually had a full nights sleep.
The next morning Alex had been dropped off at school for swimming and Jon and Tony were having some me time. They had mentioned a gallery opening in Clapham, but Alex guessed they were probably back at home fucking like bunnies. The first thing Alex said when he met Mark Lister was "Cool Wheelchair. That's like the a Fucking Ferrari. Oh sorry, I'm Alex."
Mark Laughed said "Bad boy, you said a naughty word."
"Oh sorry I swear all the time."
"Shouldn't"
Alex shrugged and made made no excuses "I know I shouldn't. So Mark want to race."
Tony and Jon had not gone home or to an art gallery but were sat talking with Rick, Alex's psychologist.
"Well the cat came out of the bag yesterday. We knew Ian Rider's treatment of Alex was pathological and abusive, but Alex's revelation yesterday explains so much. Alex's impulsiveness and all the trouble he got into last year. There is a text book case of a kid screaming look at me, I hurt, I have been hurt, manipulated and lied to. Please stop it. Alex above all wanted his uncle to show him attention and he basked in any attention that Ian showed him. To use Alex sexually and then pass it of as just another lesson in Ian's great game plan, has shocked even me."
Rick had grown to really like Alex, who had shown real progress except when discussing sex. Rick had been pleased when the session yesterday had stared with Alex discussing his wet dreams. The revelation about Ian had followed a text book question on if Alex had had sexual feelings for his uncle. The denial had been screamed at Rick with the fact Alex had hated sex with Ian, and how he hated Ian in general. The list of swearwords used to described his uncle had been long and very informative. Alex had been hiccuping at this point. Rick had then asked calmly how old Alex had been when sex had started with his uncle. Alex had then answered very quietly "10" and had broken down completely.
"Children who have been abused follow patterns. Alex is likely to act out in school and have complete breakdown at some point, probably when you least expect it. He is hurting because of Ian dying and Jack leaving, for all the shit MI6 and the CIA did, and from the events on Cuba. He's an amazing boy. To admit to what Ian did, to tell me and you his deepest darkest secret means Alex has come to truly trust us and his home environment. We have to support him, no matter how badly he behaves and the awful things he will say. Alex will try to get you to leave him because he hates himself. This is the part where unconditional love comes in. Punish his bad behaviour but he must know he is loved and he is safe."