Alex closed his eyes and smiled softly as he felt Andreas nuzzling against his hair.  Alex had never really experienced anything so gentle and tender before. His father always took what he wanted and when he wanted it. Richard was always rough and demanding.  That was all Alex had ever known and that's what his father wanted, for his son to never feel these soft gentle touches, to know that there was more out there.<br/><br/>Even in the rare instances that Alex had seen his mother and his father at the beginning stage of intimacy; he did exactly what his mother had done.  Turned around and walked the other way.  When he was not more than eight or nine, Alex had walked in on his mother and Father in the Library.  She was pinned to the wall and her shirt was torn.  Where she did not look, Richard snapped his head toward Alex and growled a terrifying, "Get out."  He was just a child, what was her excuse?<br/><br/>When Andreas' hand slid around his form, his fingers curled a little tighter around the other man's knees.  He was positive Andreas could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest.  Was it making the water shake or was that just his imagination?<br/><br/>Alex trembled as he felt Andreas' fingers brush over that sensitive little bit and he found himself tilting his head to the side, offering more neck to kiss. He opened his mouth to answer, but his breath left him in a hot shaky sigh at the feel of Andreas growing firm at the small of his back.  It sent a shiver down to his spine causing his hips to shake a little.  He nodded unable to form the word fast enough. Though he was able to blurt out, "no." when Andreas offered to stop. The touch made him squirm as everything in his body tightened with a feeling he had never experienced before. Desire. Hot burning desire.<br/><br/>His eyes were heavy and he wasn't sure that he could open them again if he tried.  Sleep pulled at him and everything felt heavy and perfect. Alex didn't want Andreas to stop touching him. He didn't want the affections to end, the gentle kisses and soft caresses.  It made him ache for more.  Those sweet and perfect lips curled into a smile at the compliment.  When it came from Andreas' mouth, it just sounded,  Real.  Being wrapped up in those strong arms, pressed against the warmth of Andreas' form, he felt so safe.  Safe in the arms of an assassin.  A cold blooded killer.<br/><br/>Alex's breath hitched when he felt Andreas' hand move down past his stomach to settle on his inner thigh. He let out a soft sweet little whimper of need and pleasure as his legs parted what more they could.  He squirmed again, causing his lower back to grind against Andreas' member and it was completely unintentional. He was so hard it hurt, but he also didn't know if he could handle taking the other man right then, for his body needed time to heal.