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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The weight lifted from Benjamin's shoulders when he had finally told Alexine the truth about what had happened. The guilt, the burden—it wasn't his alone anymore. She had been so gentle, so understanding, her compassion wrapping around him like a warm blanket. Later, when he drifted into sleep, the remnants of that warmth followed him, guiding him into a dream.
He was with her again, on a sunlit beach. The world around them was bright and full of life. Alexine's face gleamed under the sunlight, her dark hair wet and glistening, clinging to her skin. She smiled at him, so carefree, her laugh light and musical, as though everything bad had simply melted away.
"Do it! Come on, do it!" she cried, her hands clasped together like an excited child. She bounced on her toes, urging him forward.
Benjamin's brow furrowed, his lips twitching into a smile. He didn't understand what she wanted, but instinct told him to turn around. And there, on the beach, was a small boy, no older than four, sitting in the sand. The boy was building a sandcastle, his tiny hands moving with fierce concentration.
"Daddy! Look, look!" the boy called out, digging a moat around the little castle. He grabbed a water bottle, carefully pouring it around the base. "Now, bad guys can't come! Waaaaah!" the boy bellowed, lifting his toy shovel high into the air like a sword.
Benjamin's heart clenched. He turned to look at Alexine again, but she had vanished. Panic surged through him until he spotted her further down the beach, spinning in circles with a little girl perched on her shoulders. The girl was giggling uncontrollably, her laughter infectious, and something deep inside Benjamin stirred.
His chest tightened, that gnawing ache of wanting something he could never have. The sight of Alexine with the two children felt so right, so real—until the warmth of the dream slipped away, and he woke up.
He blinked at the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh, his hand resting on his chest. The dream clung to him, the images of the beach, the kids, Alexine in that damn bathing suit smiling at him—it was everything he had ever wanted.
"Shit," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Shit." How could he ever go back to reality after that? His body stirred with desire, the memory of Alexine in the sun, wet and radiant, haunting him. But she wasn't beside him. His cock was pumping full of life again, bringing a soft groan to his lips.
"Lexie?!" he called out, his voice rough from sleep. His eyes darted to the clock on the nightstand. He had slept all day.
Throwing the blankets off, he hastily pulled on a pair of grey trousers and stormed out of the bedroom. In the living room, Frederich sat on the couch, a controller in hand, playing a game of PlayStation with Ryan.
"Where is she?" Soldier Boy growled, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the room.
Frederich barely glanced up from the screen. "She went out with Homelander this morning."
