Alex did everything right.  He whimpered and shivered and clung like some drenched, frightened kitten brought in from a storm.  While it was true that Andreas admired strength in others, he also loved to<i>be</i>the strong one, to be in control, and he felt like with Alex there wasn’t a question about who was in charge.  Even the way Alex tried to grind against him was more a plea than a show of dominance.<br/><br/>The door opened.  Andreas was not nearly as oblivious to that fact, nor to the call of a man he already greatly disliked.  He just chose to ignore it.  An interruption wasn’t ideal, but then it might’ve been the best thing to happen at that moment.  Otherwise, Andreas might’ve drug his little angel around to the alley and sucked him off right there to appease his own damned appetite.<br/><br/>Then the door was flung open, and the abrupt crack of door against sturdy brick echoed through the night.  The reaction the other blond had was not dissimilar to many of his own in distant memories.  There were times when he’d displeased his mentor and feared punishment, and he must’ve looked just as scared and weak as young Alex did right then.  But what could he afford to do about it, now?<br/><br/><i>Trash ain’t worth it.</i><br/><br/>Who was he kidding?  Had that idiot looked at Alex, even once?  Alex was far from trash.  He was a goddamn work of art.  But their time had come to an end already, and he’d have to wait for his next opening.  Andreas drew his thumb along the corner of his own mouth and leaned down to pick up his dropped jacket.  He could’ve easily handed Frank his ass, just as he’d done with good ol’ Matt, but that might’ve pushed things a little too far.  He didn’t want to get a reputation as a violent, trouble causing liability to the place.  Being labeled as some rogue, opportunistic guy looking to get laid was the better option.<br/><br/>“Sure, chief,” he said, flipping his jacket across his shoulder.  “Whatever you say.”  He sent Alex one more glance, then turned and left without a fuss.<br/><br/>He didn’t go back into the club.  What was the point?  Fresh in the goon’s mind, Frank wasn’t going to allow him to get close enough to Alex to move things along.  Andreas went back to his crap hotel room across the street and smoked a cigarette.  Then he downed a couple shots of whiskey.  Smoked more.  His mind wouldn’t leave that incident.  The way Alex cowered in response to that loud bang, the way he skirted out of the larger man’s grasp… that helpless look he’d given Andreas at the end.  It didn’t set well.  None of it did. It was mostly the father’s fault, that Dick sitting pretty and protected in his fucking castle, sending his son to a club where he was degraded and assaulted by staff.  And what daddy must’ve been doing to Alex at home…  The abuse must’ve been an ongoing issue for a long time.  It would’ve been great to just snip out the source of all that, get his clean hit in and free a miserable little weakling from his father’s clutches.  Unfortunately, the whole reason that he’d met up with Alex in the first place was because daddy was untouchable.<br/><br/>That left Frank.  He looked to be a pretty sturdy guy.  He was bound to be able to take all sorts of punishment…<br/><br/>Later that night, Andreas changed clothes, pulled up his long hair, and prepared for his idea of fun.  It wasn’t hard to find out where Frank lived, considering his employment, and his history.  The right databases had all the information Andreas needed to know.  When Frank came home in the wee hours of the morning, he had no idea there was already a guest waiting in his house.  It gave Andreas a delightful chill the moment he realized.<br/><br/>He left well before sunrise, making his way on foot to where he’d stashed his motorcycle.  Instead of the hotel across from the club, he returned to his base of operations and had a nice relaxing soak in more comfortable surroundings.  He really hated slumming it…  But he felt refreshed, like some sort of justice had been served when he’d all but repainted Frank’s living room with blood.  It would probably be a couple of days before someone discovered anything.  The smell was going to be horrific…  Either way, he’d still have to pay close attention to the news.