Alex wouldn’t have been able to see the grin that spread across the assassin’s face in that moment.  As soon as that hand slipped into his, Andreas felt the thrill of victory.  A young man ready to throw caution to the wind and hop on a bike with someone he could only assume he knew, and even then not very well, was far from the timid and stuttering creature too hesitant to take a risk.  That’s what he needed.  Andreas had once been that little white dove, all broken with clipped wings, held in a suffocating cage of agony.  He’d since emerged from that shadow.  A black as night raven with enough intelligence and strength to never be hurt like that again.<br/><br/>But could Alex do the same?  Could he become more than this trembling doe?  Perhaps his damage was not as extensive.  He had to face it, the likelihood of that was incredibly low.  And maybe that was for the best.  After all, what would the world do with<i>two</i>gorgeous, blond, deadly sociopaths?<br/><br/>That made him chuckle, but the sound was devoured by the roar of the Harley as he peeled away down the road.<br/><br/>Oh, but how those hands gripped onto him.  He could almost feel every long, perfect digit through his clothing.  It was exhilarating for some reason, even though he’d felt the same from several lovers who took that spot behind him before Alex.  They had held on like that for different reasons, though.  Some were into the sex.  Others the excitement that he unavoidably brought to their dull and miserable lives.  Others were riding just as high on life as he often did, living in the moment, throwing caution to the wind and rushing headfirst into whatever came.<br/><br/>Alex… was different.<br/><br/>They sped down the city streets at a rate that might’ve frightened Alex more if he’d been able to see properly.  Andreas kept smooth control, though, weaving through the traffic with the same cool calculation that he always did.  He passed right by the new hotel he was supposed to check into.  It had been his original destination, an attempt to get Alex alone and out from under any possible prying eyes.  Instead, he ended up making what might’ve been a foolish move and taking a couple of rights to turn them back in the other direction.<br/><br/>The building they stopped in front of was a fine dining establishment that Andreas had been to a grand total of once in his life.  That was saying something, given his tendency to change things up, to never stay in one area too long.  He was a stray leaf blowing in the wind.  He remembered that the food was excellent, the atmosphere calm and somewhat relaxing.  Lights were kept dimmed, and those who were willing to pay an extra fee were seated in private alcoves where they were less likely to be observed, which fit into his current needs.<br/><br/>He pulled off the helmet and cast a sly look over his shoulder at Alex, then offered a hand to help him off.  Neither of them looked like they were prepared for the swanky accommodations, but he had enough money to fix that.<br/><br/>“Hungry?” he asked.