He watched.  He watched so intensely, taking in every little move the other man made.  More often than not, getting that focused on any target, one he intended to kill or not, made Andreas itch.  He could pick out everything that annoyed him in an instant, from the way someone moved to the sound and pattern of their breathing.  In another situation on another day, the hair thing would’ve grated on his nerves.  Nothing Alex did annoyed him, though.  In fact, he was finding it was quite the opposite.  He<i>liked</i>watching him, and not necessarily in a way that he himself would brand as creepy.  Of course, Alex was also the most fantastically beautiful guy he’d ever met, so surely it was that.  Andreas loved beautiful, opulent things.<br/><br/>Alex blushed and there was a little flutter in Andreas’ chest.<br/><br/><i>Fuck…</i><br/><br/>Infatuation never did anyone any good, did it?<br/><br/>“Leave it,” he murmured, reaching to take the strap.  He gently extracted the heavy bag and hung it on his bike.  Anyone who valued their lives knew not to mess with someone’s Harley, so there wasn’t a doubt in his own mind that it was safe.<br/><br/>They made their way up to the restaurant, Andreas placing a gentle hand to the other man’s back.  He could tell that Alex was moving different.  He’d studied that graceful beauty ducking around tables and carrying drinks with the ease of some sort of alcoholic-supporting ballerina, but the way Alex walked indicated something wrong.  Stiffness?  Pain?  Probably both, and he had to wonder if it was because of the kiss they’d shared behind the club.  He flashed back to that moment when the door was flung open and created a loud bang, and in his mind he saw Alex shielding himself on instinct.  He knew what he was doing was<i>wrong</i>in his abuser’s eyes, and he expected punishment.  It seemed that punishment had finally made its way to him.<br/><br/>Once inside, Andreas asked for a specific seat.  Even though he was there just once, he remembered the layout well and knew the best place for cover and for an easy getaway.  It took an extra bill from what some might’ve called an excessive amount of cash, but the money didn’t matter.  They were taken to the cozy little alcove and offered a wine list.  Andreas wasn’t sure if the other man liked wine, but he wanted to get to the part where they were completely alone so they could talk.  He quickly ordered a bottle of Chateau d'Yquem and sent the man on his way.<br/><br/>Finally… alone, even if it was just for a few minutes.  Andreas unzipped his leather jacket and shrugged out of it with a sigh.  It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help but remember Alex’s fingers against his chest.  He wanted to feel that without the jacket.  He wanted every touch to be potent.  He pulled off his gloves and stuffed them inside a pocket, then settled and gazed across the table at his wounded little dove.<br/><br/>“Who’s hurt you, this time?”