Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man?
Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart.
[UNGOING]
[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
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In the dimly lit motel room, the air was thick with tension. The walls were thin, and the muffled sounds from the neighboring room filled the space between Alexine and Benjamin. The small room was cluttered with equipment—a radio scanner, a tape recorder, and various surveillance gadgets. Their mission was to spy on a communist threat that had a room in the same motel they were in.
Alexine sat at the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the wall. Her posture was tense, her fingers tapping restlessly on the table. She was deeply focused on the static noise from the listening device, hoping for a breakthrough.
Benjamin emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a loose, silken robe. The robe clung to his broad shoulders and hung open slightly, revealing his toned physique. He made his way to the bed and flopped down with a sigh, his irritation evident.
"Got anything yet?" he asked, his tone a mixture of impatience and curiosity.
Alexine shook her head, her eyes still locked on the device. "Not yet. It's quiet."
Benjamin rolled his eyes and leaned back on the bed, his frustration palpable. The silence between them grew heavy, broken only by the faint sounds from the adjacent room. The silence stretched on, and neither spoke, each caught in their own thoughts and the hum of their covert operation.
Alexine's eyes flickered with unease as the static noise continued its relentless drone. The sound was a constant reminder of the harsh, unrelenting wind of Dachau, a memory she desperately wanted to escape. Despite her new medication and efforts to maintain her calm and composed demeanor, her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the volume.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the static was beginning to fray her nerves. When she could no longer tolerate it, she turned to Benjamin, her voice tight with controlled frustration.
"Benjamin, could you switch to another frequency?" Her request was calm but edged with an underlying strain.
Benjamin looked at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What's wrong with this one?"
"It's just... it's too much," she said, her gaze dropping to the device in her hands. "It's making it difficult to concentrate."
He could see the strain in her eyes, a rare crack in her otherwise unflappable exterior. With a resigned sigh, he got up and moved to the equipment. As he fiddled with the dials, he glanced back at her, his expression softening slightly.
"Roger that. Let's see if we can find something less grating," he said, his tone less brusque.
The new frequency crackled to life, a more subdued sound replacing the relentless static. Alexine visibly relaxed as the noise transformed into something more bearable. Benjamin watched her for a moment before sitting back down, his irritation replaced with a reluctant understanding.
Benjamin's frustration with the earlier argument still simmered beneath the surface. He looked at Alexine, his face set in a stern line, though his eyes revealed a flicker of concern.
