Page 24 of Destroyer

I ignore it lying on the floor and go back to the iPad. My videos have gone a bit off the main topic now, my eyes feel dry from a lack of blinking. I know I definitely want to be the character kneeling, and I definitely want Caeo to be the one standing over me.

"Nico?" Porter's voice sings at the door.

After frantically pressing the exit button about a thousand times, the screen goes blank, and I call Porter in.

"Knox told me what you're doing tonight." Porter meets me with a smile and an armful of clothes. "I brought you these." He holds up a screwed-up ball of clothing.

I go into the bathroom to dress in the onesie and t-shirt Porter brought over. It's a small t-shirt that can't possibly fit Porter, it doesn't come down far enough on me. It has also been washed with something red that has turned it a shade of pink. It says I like pussy on the front, or something similar, a slogan that Gavriil always liked even though neither of us were cat people. Paul would vouch for that.

"You look adorable," Porter grins proudly. I'm not sure dressing me up in his clothes to look adorable is usually big brother duties. But I don't see how one man we never knew is enough of a connection to make us brothers.

"Right, I'll get going." Porter gives me a weird hug. Maybe it's the fact I'm going out in the clothes I've been using for wanking in while reading. "Call me tomorrow, tell me everything."

I nod but have no intention of doing so. If there is anything to tell, I will visit Porter in person; probably while Caeo reports back in with Knox.

The whirlwind visit of Porter and Knox is over, and I am no more informed in the matter than I was before. This was more of a clothing visit than anything useful, it is worth it when I head downstairs and give Caeo a twirl.

“You look perfect. You will fit in with all the other Littles and have a great time.”

“All the Littles,” I correct him. Saying ‘other’ implies that I am one of them. “I will blend in with the Littles and have a successful mission.”

I put a lot of effort into making the sentence correct, but Caeo doesn't even acknowledge my words.

“You are adorable. Now let's get ready.”

I frown, already as ready as I can be.

Caeo is as ready as he can be, showered and dressed in a casual suit. I'm still resisting the urge to check his wardrobe in search of any clothing that isn't a suit.

Chapter sixteen

Caeo

Wearrivedownstairsinthe front room where I proudly show off the change bag Knox brought over me for tonight. I will say, I am in love with the number of pockets and compartments this laptop sized bag has. I've done a little research on how to be a good Daddy and filled some pockets already. It's nothing special or out of the ordinary. Every boy needs a snack and a drink, it's just what age group the snack appeals to that changes.

I pull out a Nico-sized nappy to show him. I'd say adult-sized, but Nico isn't big enough to call adult-sized himself. I'm doing my best to put weight on those skinny little hips, but I still have work to do there.

Nico doesn't look impressed with the item whatever size we call it.

"I have to wear the die-purr?" Nico wails.

"Nappy, Nico. It's the Americans who call them diapers."

"I not is wanting that."

"Baby, you don't have to pee in it. It's just the one time while we're undercover."

"Fine. But not I am peeing in it."

"Your English is so bad when you're stressed."

He prattles his reply in Romanian or Russian, or could be nonsense for all I can tell.

"Don't do that tonight," I warn. "Our target is Russian, remember."

"But I speak like I am not English. And play babying tonight is stressing."

"My poor boy." I lean in to kiss the top of his head.

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