Andreas had already taken out the security issue and had them tucked away in the kitchen.  He figured that might’ve been the best place to start the fire to make it look like an accident, but it wasn’t time for that just yet.  He still needed to check the upper levels and get Alex out of there.  He was about to do just that when he heard movement, someone coming down the stairs.  He hoped that it was Alex, but when he went to investigate he saw the mother instead.  She still had drink in hand, though she looked like she was already beyond her limit.  Hardly a mother, given she had to know what was going with her husband and child.  Andreas came in behind her and helped her to that early grave she’d been drinking herself into with a discrete needle in the side of her neck.  That would keep her out long enough to be another casualty of the fire.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Richard was pleased by the willingness his son displayed then.  All it took was the proper punishment, and Alex turned into the perfectly obedient son he wanted.  It was in moments like that, when his anger bled from him and he was left faced with those tears and agonized apologies, that he felt some little sting of regret over what he’d done.<br/><br/>At the same time, he was faced with Alex’s raw beauty.  His fair skin, his long blond hair, and his slender little body…  He was almost like a woman, though he lacked the curvier parts.  How could he not hunger for something that beautiful?  How could he not want to touch and taste?<br/><br/>“Good boy,” he praised as those pants finally came off.  He waited for them to come off completely, because while leaving them half down and bending Alex over was the better option, Richard wanted to see all of him.  He moved in and tipped his son’s chin up, studying the tears streaked along Alex’s face, burning hot and flushed with emotion.  It was such a turn on, and it only made him want Alex more.<br/><br/>Richard went to the bed and flung the suitcase off, the contents previously packed flying over the room.  It was just a reminder that his son had tried to run away.  Even Alex’s current obedience couldn’t erase that.<br/><br/>“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the bed with the belt still held in his hand.