A kiss.  That meant that Alex wasn’t completely against this plan, and he didn’t think Andreas the monster that he was.  That was good.  It wouldn’t take much more to get him to agree.<br/><br/>“It’s not that simple,” Andreas answered.  “We have to be careful, or everything will fall apart.  One wrong move, and they’ll catch me and take me away from you forever.  If we run away, he’ll say you were kidnapped and go to the police.  He has people who work for him… connections…  He’ll stop at nothing to find you and drag you back to him.  What he’ll do then…”  Andreas was trying to play on the younger man’s insecurities, yes, but he was also speaking from a place of experience.  The one time he’d tried to run away was a disaster.<br/><br/>It had felt right, in the beginning.  He’d felt free.  But it took less than a day for his master to track him down, murder the young man he’d been in bed with, and drag him back for such fierce punishments that Andreas didn’t think he’d survive.  Days… though they all bled together for him, with nothing but pain and tears.  Alex didn’t need to go through that.  If he did, maybe he’d snap, too.<br/><br/>Andreas closed his eyes at that sweet kiss and timid breath along his neck.  Suddenly he was disappointed that he’d made the decision to take the pretty little thing for food instead of straight to the hotel.  He could be deep inside him already, loving him in a way that Alex’s bastard of a father could never compare to.<br/><br/>“But,” he said, swallowing hard and trying to will himself to behave.  He’d fucked around in swankier places, so why not here?  Oh, yes.  Because he was in the middle of trying to convince Alex to let him in to murder his father.  “If we do this tonight, then tomorrow we can be gone.  Forever.  You’ll never have to come back here.  No one will come looking for you.”