Andreas loved an obedient lover.  Sure, it was fun to play around with headstrong idiots sometimes, and he’d learned how to manipulate them just as well.  But telling a man to do something and watching them jump to do it was such a delicious power trip.<br/><br/>The bottle of lube was easy enough to find.  He always kept some on hand, because he always sought out lovers wherever he went.  Perhaps it was engrained into him from the years of abuse, but he never felt quite right if he went without sex.  Slow, hard, messy, rough… it didn’t matter, just so long as someone was getting fucked and he was getting off.<br/><br/>His own jeans were discarded before he moved back to the bed.  Despite his past, Andreas didn’t have a noticeable blemish on him.  How he’d escaped scarring in the slave house was a miracle, but his master had taken great care not to mess him up.  It really was amazing how much pain could be inflicted on a human being without leaving any lifelong marks.<br/><br/>The assassin took his time, his pale blue eyes scanning Alex’s body.  The signs of the man’s father were still there and would be for a while.  Andreas couldn’t wait for them to melt away.  He wanted to see only<i>his</i>marks there… little suckle marks and love bites, maybe the occasional red handprint across Alex’s ass when their play got a little rough.  Though more than anything else, he wanted to give Alex more.  Whatever it would take to make him break, pain and pleasure together in whatever combination, he wanted Alex to shatter in his arms and forget everything that came before.  To be only<i>his</i>.<br/><br/>Andreas slid onto the bed, his arms scooping up under the other blond’s long legs and, in one fluid motion, he rose up to his knees and tipped that body upside down.  He supported Alex with an arm around the waist, staring down at him and rubbing his free hand along the curve of his bruised ass.  Andreas would show how much more he appreciated it than Richard ever did.  He dipped his head down and kissed the abused flesh, then licked.<br/><br/>“Are you going to blush for me?” he teased.  “You look so sweet when you blush.”<br/><br/>A moment later, he buried his face between Alex’s firm cheeks, his tongue working against the tender hole.  It was likely that the rough treatment the boy had received still had him a little sore, but the right distractions and precautions would make it seem trivial.