DyAl - Trust
This story makes fun of a certain person`s character who was originally paired up with treddy`s character Alfons. Teehee?
“So…” Dymitry began, with his usual grin. “What can I do to get you to trust me?”
Alfons, not knowing how to respond to this, simply didn’t and sat on the couch. He knew Dymitry pretty well; so it wasn’t a shock in the slightest when the tall man sat next to him, cuddling against his side.
It felt nice; or at least he thought it did. Maybe. Truth be told he didn’t truly know how he felt about it.
Dymitry nuzzled his shoulder as he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around him. “It’s okay; I understand.” He kissed his cheek before resting his head on Alfons’ shoulder. “I can wait forever.” He smiled, content at their closeness, and very happy that Alfons no longer leapt away in shock, or became stiff like a board.
Alfons glanced down at him. He definitely felt something, though he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. But judging by how Dymitry smiled like nothing in the world could be better than this moment, and how his eyes were sliding shut peacefully, the tall man felt whatever Alfons was feeling.
Except Dymitry understood what it meant.
*
“So what was that guy’s name again?” Dymitry asked, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. He swallowed his bite of banana.
Alfons looked up from his bowl of strawberries. “Um… Jack?”
Dymitry took a massive bite of banana. Somehow hearing the name made the fact that Alfons had a previous boyfriend more real and much more irritating.
Alfons sighed. “Jack and I broke up ages ago, remember?”
“I know,” Dymitry said, calming down a little. He got up and wrapped his arms around Alfons’ shoulders. “I just hate the idea of someone else touching you... Holding you.”
Alfons snorted at the last remark, which got a curious look from Dymitry.
“Did he not hold you?”
Alfons pulled out of Dymitry’s arms so he could put his bowl into the dishwasher.
Dymitry followed him, pulling Alfons into another embrace. Words weren’t needed, the meaning was clear.
Alfons smiled slightly, slowly wrapping his arms around Dymitry.
*
“He had a scar?” Dymitry smirked.
Alfons nodded. “He was obsessed with it. He carried on about how he was a monster ‘cause of it. I never noticed it until he started … harping about it.”
Dymitry rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth for a remark, but then noticed the look on Alfons’ face. He didn’t want to discuss Jack. Dymitry smiled at him, rubbing Alfons’ shoulder. “Sorry. Let’s talk about something else.”
Alfons nodded, looking appreciative.
Dymitry thought for a moment. “Let’s go for a walk! I’ll get us ice cream.”
Alfons smiled widely, and got up eagerly. As he put on his shoes while Dymitry hunted for his wallet, he wondered briefly when simple suggestions like that got him excited.
Lately he felt eager whenever Dymitry suggested any activity, even if it was just sitting for a movie together, with Dymitry constantly trying to pull him into his lap throughout the whole movie.
Alfons found himself smiling as he tied his shoes, and then faltered.
Was it okay for him to feel this way for Dymitry?
He thought it was safe to feel like this for Jack, but then … it was horribly wrong. Alfons had to get away before he might’ve …
He looked up to see Dymitry grinning at him, heading toward the door. They were both ready to go.
After they locked up the apartment, Dymitry, as always, took Alfons’ hand.
Alfons’ fingers curled around Dymitry’s as they headed down to the lobby.
He could trust Dymitry, right?
*
Dymitry paid the lady behind the counter, as Alfons already started licking at his strawberry ice cream cone. It was his favorite flavor, naturally.
Dymitry unexpectedly took a scoop of chocolate, and one of mint. Alfons figured he’d go for one of the fruity flavors. He peeked into the freezer, wondering if there was a banana flavor that Dymitry hadn’t spotted…
“Do you want to sit, or walk some more?” Dymitry cut into his thoughts suddenly.
Alfons smiled. “Maybe we can continue our walk?”
They headed outside the shop to walk in the late summer sun. Soon the weather would begin cooling down, so for now they wanted to enjoy the warmth.
Until Dymitry came along, Alfons never really realized how nice it was getting to choose things. Even if he chose something Dymitry didn’t want, Dymitry didn’t try bullying him into picking the ‘correct’ choice. He let Alfons have his way, and was cheerful about it.
It made Alfons feel that his thoughts mattered too. It was a good feeling. Alfons’ eyes widened in shock when Dymitry suddenly, and quite happily stole a lick from his ice cream. Dymitry laughed at his expression.
“You’re too cute; I was just tryingit. Here, try mine.”
Alfons looked at him, and took a quick lick of the chocolate, before returning to his own. It felt weird doing that; the two hadn’t kissed yet -- on the lips at least. Dymitry helped to himself to Alfons’ forehead, or cheek or even shoulder, but was careful to not progress too quickly for him. In a weird way sharing licks of the ice cream was sort of like a kiss. Kind of. Maybe that was Dymitry’s goal. Alfons smiled; he wouldn’t be surprised.
They continued their walk until the sun set, and then returned to Alfons’ apartment.
They watched an action movie after dinner together, before realizing how late it was. When Alfons got up off the couch, Dymitry glanced over at Alfons’ bed in the other room. He wanted to curl up with him that night; they always slept separately. Dymitry wouldn’t dare try anything yet; it was too soon. But still, he wanted the closeness.
Not wanting to risk it, he lay on the couch as he usually did to sleep.
Alfons looked down at Dymitry for a moment, before laying down on the couch as well, curling against Dymitry.
Dymitry smiled at him, his arms winding around him.
“Goodnight,” he told him gently, and snuggled up on the couch, they shared their first kiss.
*
Alfons felt like he was floating.
Since last night, Dymitry had been even more affectionate than usual. He had woken to Dymitry softly kissing his lips, his arms wrapped around him protectively. Alfons blushed slightly, causing Dymitry to smile and kiss him again.
Dymitry was very reluctant to let Alfons get up off the couch; he wanted to just lay with him all day, petting his hair and kissing him. When Alfons finally convinced him, he got up to go hop into the shower. He could tell by the look in Dymitry’s eyes that he really wanted to hop in with him, but he said nothing and didn’t make any signs of following.
When Alfons stepped out of the steamy bathroom, he could smell breakfast. He smiled; he enjoyed Dymitry’s cooking a lot. Dymitry’s strange and mysterious method was pretty scary, but the end result was always good.
They sat across from each other and ate, and Dymitry kept looking at him. Alfons wasn’t completely sure, but he had a feeling that Dymitry was undressing him with his eyes. Apparently the wet hair and flushed skin from the hot water was a turn on. Alfons fidgeted in discomfort. Last time someone looked at him like that it hadn’t ended well. He kept his eyes on his plate as he ate.
When Alfons had finished his breakfast, Dymitry had stopped staring. Perhaps he noticed how uncomfortable it had made him.
Alfons felt relieved when Dymitry started chatting to him animatedly; he was his usual happy self.
*
A couple months passed; Alfons felt closer and was much more open to Dymitry. Despite this, he still didn’t tell him much about Jack; that was something he wanted to forget. He didn’t want to talk about him.
One day when Dymitry came home from work he was especially playful. He picked up Alfons off the couch while he was in the middle of reading and pulled him into his arms.
Alfons laughed; he liked it when Dymitry picked him up. It was the one time where his height didn’t bother him. He sighed softly when Dymitry’s lips were suddenly against his, and Dymitry allowed him to slowly slide down his body until his feet touched the floor. He kept his arms around Alfons tightly, letting him know that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hey,” Dymitry greeted him finally.
“Hey,” Alfons responded, smiling.
Dymitry grinned at him and kissed him again, going from his lips down to his jaw line, down his neck, and to his shoulder. His hands at some point slipped up his shirt, and were teasingly make their way down.
“Ja~ack…” Alfons said, still grinning.
Dymitry froze.
Horrified, Alfons realized his mistake. Dymitry pulled away from him so he could look at Alfons’ face. “… What?”
Alfons was staring at him, wide eyed. His face was several shades paler than its usual tone. “I … I … meant…”
“You… you called me Jack…” Dymitry told him, his eyes were even wider.
“That … I didn’t-- … Dymitry, I meant Dymitry!”
“But you called me Jack…” Dymitry said, his voice slow. He let go of him, and backed away. He stared at Alfons in silence; and then the reality of what this meant slowly hit him, and he started shaking. “You… You still have feelings for him, don’t you?”
“What!? I…-!”
“All this time…” Dymitry’s voice broke, and Alfons saw the agony in Dymitry’s eyes before he fled the apartment, not even stopping for his shoes.
“Dymitry!” Alfons ran to the door. Dymitry’s legs were much longer, by the time Alfons got down the hall he’d probably be out into the street already.
This was just a horrible mistake … please, it can’t be over. Not for this.
Alfons nearly tripped over Dymitry’s feet when he went to dash toward the stairs. Dymitry was sitting near the closed door against the wall, his knees pulled tight against his chest. He had his face buried into his hands, and his body trembled horribly.
He couldn’t bear to be far from Alfons, even after the ultimate heart break.
Alfons’ heart throbbed painfully in his chest, as he sat down next to him. “Dymitry…” He placed his hand on Dymitry’s shoulder, who recoiled upon contact. Alfons quickly pulled his hand away.
This couldn’t be happening. Just seconds ago Dymitry was successfully seducing him in the middle of their apartment.
“Have you been replacing my face with his?” Dymitry asked suddenly. “Even when we… Oh God!” His voice broke again at this.
“NO!” The mere thought was nothing short of horrifying. Alfons cuddled against him, and came closer whenever Dymitry tried pulling away. Alfons felt the sting of tears in his eyes. “Dymitry, you’re the one I love. Jack was a huge mistake, I’m the one that broke it off.”
Dymitry’s attempts to shift away paused, as he listened.
“I only said his name because… he called today, while you were out.”
Dymitry lifted his head and looked at him through his fingers.
“I didn’t want to tell you ‘cause I didn’t want you to be upset.” He said bitterly; the alternative wasn‘t better. “He said he wanted me back, and I told him no. I haven’t been able to get the call out of my mind.”
Dymitry pulled his hands away from his face, and Alfons saw the tears that he had been fighting will all his strength to hold in slip down his cheeks.
“So… you don’t…?”
“I don’t love him. I love you.”
Suddenly Alfons was pulled against him tightly, and Dymitry rested his head against his.
“I’m so sorry!” Alfons choked. Dymitry shook his head.
They stayed like this for a while before heading back inside the apartment. Dymitry made them both a cup of hot tea and they sat on the couch for a talk.
Alfons finally told Dymitry about his relationship with Jack. How they had met, and how they ended up going out. He told him how he trusted him, and thought Jack had loved him. But then found out far too late it was all lust, and how Jack forced his sick fantasies onto Alfons. He admitted he had taken it at first, because he thought maybe this was the only man who could stand being near him. Better being ravaged every night than completely alone and miserable, right?
He told him about when he finally upped and left Jack, and moved into his own apartment.
By the end of the story, Dymitry was livid. “Was he really that … that…!?” Dymitry couldn’t even find a word bad enough to describe him.
Alfons nodded.
“I’ll kill him!” He sprang from the couch, forgetting about the tea which spilled everywhere. He didn’t care. He marched to the door before remembering that he had no idea where he could find Jack. He turned to Alfons for an answer.
Alfons set his mug down on the coffee table quickly, and hurried to Dymitry’s side. “Dymitry, no… I don’t want you to go to him…”
Dymitry went to grab his shoes. “I can’t let him get away with that!” he snapped. “I’m going to break his neck, and then I’m going to rip out his intestines and --”
“Dymitry!”
Dymitry glanced back at him and sighed. “… Alright.”
Alfons pulled him toward the bedroom, with a small smile, hoping to appease him.
Dymitry couldn’t stop the grin. “Well, I can’t really argue with that…”
That night, Dymitry was even more tender than usual, after hearing how roughly Jack had used him for his own sick pleasure.
Alfons didn’t mind; Dymitry’s gentle touches and soft kisses reassured him of his love.
*
The next day Dymitry had left the apartment without a word.
Alfons paced around all day, feeling sick to the stomach. Where had Dymitry gone? He prayed Dymitry hadn’t left him suddenly. Maybe after hearing how he was violated, Dymitry didn’t want him. Maybe to him to he was damaged goods.
The thought was enough for his eyes to tear up, but he forced the thoughts away. No. Dymitry wouldn’t do that. He was different than Jack.
Where Jack’s kisses had been rough, Dymitry’s were tender. Where Jack had been lustful, Dymitry was loving.
Alfons waited. Dymitry would return.
Hours later, he finally did. He offered no explanation of where he had been the entire day, just enveloped Alfons in his arms.
“Jack’s never going to hurt you again,” he told him. “Or anyone else. I’ll protect you.”
Alfons nodded. “I trust you.”
“So…” Dymitry began, with his usual grin. “What can I do to get you to trust me?”
Alfons, not knowing how to respond to this, simply didn’t and sat on the couch. He knew Dymitry pretty well; so it wasn’t a shock in the slightest when the tall man sat next to him, cuddling against his side.
It felt nice; or at least he thought it did. Maybe. Truth be told he didn’t truly know how he felt about it.
Dymitry nuzzled his shoulder as he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around him. “It’s okay; I understand.” He kissed his cheek before resting his head on Alfons’ shoulder. “I can wait forever.” He smiled, content at their closeness, and very happy that Alfons no longer leapt away in shock, or became stiff like a board.
Alfons glanced down at him. He definitely felt something, though he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. But judging by how Dymitry smiled like nothing in the world could be better than this moment, and how his eyes were sliding shut peacefully, the tall man felt whatever Alfons was feeling.
Except Dymitry understood what it meant.
*
“So what was that guy’s name again?” Dymitry asked, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. He swallowed his bite of banana.
Alfons looked up from his bowl of strawberries. “Um… Jack?”
Dymitry took a massive bite of banana. Somehow hearing the name made the fact that Alfons had a previous boyfriend more real and much more irritating.
Alfons sighed. “Jack and I broke up ages ago, remember?”
“I know,” Dymitry said, calming down a little. He got up and wrapped his arms around Alfons’ shoulders. “I just hate the idea of someone else touching you... Holding you.”
Alfons snorted at the last remark, which got a curious look from Dymitry.
“Did he not hold you?”
Alfons pulled out of Dymitry’s arms so he could put his bowl into the dishwasher.
Dymitry followed him, pulling Alfons into another embrace. Words weren’t needed, the meaning was clear.
Alfons smiled slightly, slowly wrapping his arms around Dymitry.
*
“He had a scar?” Dymitry smirked.
Alfons nodded. “He was obsessed with it. He carried on about how he was a monster ‘cause of it. I never noticed it until he started … harping about it.”
Dymitry rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth for a remark, but then noticed the look on Alfons’ face. He didn’t want to discuss Jack. Dymitry smiled at him, rubbing Alfons’ shoulder. “Sorry. Let’s talk about something else.”
Alfons nodded, looking appreciative.
Dymitry thought for a moment. “Let’s go for a walk! I’ll get us ice cream.”
Alfons smiled widely, and got up eagerly. As he put on his shoes while Dymitry hunted for his wallet, he wondered briefly when simple suggestions like that got him excited.
Lately he felt eager whenever Dymitry suggested any activity, even if it was just sitting for a movie together, with Dymitry constantly trying to pull him into his lap throughout the whole movie.
Alfons found himself smiling as he tied his shoes, and then faltered.
Was it okay for him to feel this way for Dymitry?
He thought it was safe to feel like this for Jack, but then … it was horribly wrong. Alfons had to get away before he might’ve …
He looked up to see Dymitry grinning at him, heading toward the door. They were both ready to go.
After they locked up the apartment, Dymitry, as always, took Alfons’ hand.
Alfons’ fingers curled around Dymitry’s as they headed down to the lobby.
He could trust Dymitry, right?
*
Dymitry paid the lady behind the counter, as Alfons already started licking at his strawberry ice cream cone. It was his favorite flavor, naturally.
Dymitry unexpectedly took a scoop of chocolate, and one of mint. Alfons figured he’d go for one of the fruity flavors. He peeked into the freezer, wondering if there was a banana flavor that Dymitry hadn’t spotted…
“Do you want to sit, or walk some more?” Dymitry cut into his thoughts suddenly.
Alfons smiled. “Maybe we can continue our walk?”
They headed outside the shop to walk in the late summer sun. Soon the weather would begin cooling down, so for now they wanted to enjoy the warmth.
Until Dymitry came along, Alfons never really realized how nice it was getting to choose things. Even if he chose something Dymitry didn’t want, Dymitry didn’t try bullying him into picking the ‘correct’ choice. He let Alfons have his way, and was cheerful about it.
It made Alfons feel that his thoughts mattered too. It was a good feeling. Alfons’ eyes widened in shock when Dymitry suddenly, and quite happily stole a lick from his ice cream. Dymitry laughed at his expression.
“You’re too cute; I was just tryingit. Here, try mine.”
Alfons looked at him, and took a quick lick of the chocolate, before returning to his own. It felt weird doing that; the two hadn’t kissed yet -- on the lips at least. Dymitry helped to himself to Alfons’ forehead, or cheek or even shoulder, but was careful to not progress too quickly for him. In a weird way sharing licks of the ice cream was sort of like a kiss. Kind of. Maybe that was Dymitry’s goal. Alfons smiled; he wouldn’t be surprised.
They continued their walk until the sun set, and then returned to Alfons’ apartment.
They watched an action movie after dinner together, before realizing how late it was. When Alfons got up off the couch, Dymitry glanced over at Alfons’ bed in the other room. He wanted to curl up with him that night; they always slept separately. Dymitry wouldn’t dare try anything yet; it was too soon. But still, he wanted the closeness.
Not wanting to risk it, he lay on the couch as he usually did to sleep.
Alfons looked down at Dymitry for a moment, before laying down on the couch as well, curling against Dymitry.
Dymitry smiled at him, his arms winding around him.
“Goodnight,” he told him gently, and snuggled up on the couch, they shared their first kiss.
*
Alfons felt like he was floating.
Since last night, Dymitry had been even more affectionate than usual. He had woken to Dymitry softly kissing his lips, his arms wrapped around him protectively. Alfons blushed slightly, causing Dymitry to smile and kiss him again.
Dymitry was very reluctant to let Alfons get up off the couch; he wanted to just lay with him all day, petting his hair and kissing him. When Alfons finally convinced him, he got up to go hop into the shower. He could tell by the look in Dymitry’s eyes that he really wanted to hop in with him, but he said nothing and didn’t make any signs of following.
When Alfons stepped out of the steamy bathroom, he could smell breakfast. He smiled; he enjoyed Dymitry’s cooking a lot. Dymitry’s strange and mysterious method was pretty scary, but the end result was always good.
They sat across from each other and ate, and Dymitry kept looking at him. Alfons wasn’t completely sure, but he had a feeling that Dymitry was undressing him with his eyes. Apparently the wet hair and flushed skin from the hot water was a turn on. Alfons fidgeted in discomfort. Last time someone looked at him like that it hadn’t ended well. He kept his eyes on his plate as he ate.
When Alfons had finished his breakfast, Dymitry had stopped staring. Perhaps he noticed how uncomfortable it had made him.
Alfons felt relieved when Dymitry started chatting to him animatedly; he was his usual happy self.
*
A couple months passed; Alfons felt closer and was much more open to Dymitry. Despite this, he still didn’t tell him much about Jack; that was something he wanted to forget. He didn’t want to talk about him.
One day when Dymitry came home from work he was especially playful. He picked up Alfons off the couch while he was in the middle of reading and pulled him into his arms.
Alfons laughed; he liked it when Dymitry picked him up. It was the one time where his height didn’t bother him. He sighed softly when Dymitry’s lips were suddenly against his, and Dymitry allowed him to slowly slide down his body until his feet touched the floor. He kept his arms around Alfons tightly, letting him know that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hey,” Dymitry greeted him finally.
“Hey,” Alfons responded, smiling.
Dymitry grinned at him and kissed him again, going from his lips down to his jaw line, down his neck, and to his shoulder. His hands at some point slipped up his shirt, and were teasingly make their way down.
“Ja~ack…” Alfons said, still grinning.
Dymitry froze.
Horrified, Alfons realized his mistake. Dymitry pulled away from him so he could look at Alfons’ face. “… What?”
Alfons was staring at him, wide eyed. His face was several shades paler than its usual tone. “I … I … meant…”
“You… you called me Jack…” Dymitry told him, his eyes were even wider.
“That … I didn’t-- … Dymitry, I meant Dymitry!”
“But you called me Jack…” Dymitry said, his voice slow. He let go of him, and backed away. He stared at Alfons in silence; and then the reality of what this meant slowly hit him, and he started shaking. “You… You still have feelings for him, don’t you?”
“What!? I…-!”
“All this time…” Dymitry’s voice broke, and Alfons saw the agony in Dymitry’s eyes before he fled the apartment, not even stopping for his shoes.
“Dymitry!” Alfons ran to the door. Dymitry’s legs were much longer, by the time Alfons got down the hall he’d probably be out into the street already.
This was just a horrible mistake … please, it can’t be over. Not for this.
Alfons nearly tripped over Dymitry’s feet when he went to dash toward the stairs. Dymitry was sitting near the closed door against the wall, his knees pulled tight against his chest. He had his face buried into his hands, and his body trembled horribly.
He couldn’t bear to be far from Alfons, even after the ultimate heart break.
Alfons’ heart throbbed painfully in his chest, as he sat down next to him. “Dymitry…” He placed his hand on Dymitry’s shoulder, who recoiled upon contact. Alfons quickly pulled his hand away.
This couldn’t be happening. Just seconds ago Dymitry was successfully seducing him in the middle of their apartment.
“Have you been replacing my face with his?” Dymitry asked suddenly. “Even when we… Oh God!” His voice broke again at this.
“NO!” The mere thought was nothing short of horrifying. Alfons cuddled against him, and came closer whenever Dymitry tried pulling away. Alfons felt the sting of tears in his eyes. “Dymitry, you’re the one I love. Jack was a huge mistake, I’m the one that broke it off.”
Dymitry’s attempts to shift away paused, as he listened.
“I only said his name because… he called today, while you were out.”
Dymitry lifted his head and looked at him through his fingers.
“I didn’t want to tell you ‘cause I didn’t want you to be upset.” He said bitterly; the alternative wasn‘t better. “He said he wanted me back, and I told him no. I haven’t been able to get the call out of my mind.”
Dymitry pulled his hands away from his face, and Alfons saw the tears that he had been fighting will all his strength to hold in slip down his cheeks.
“So… you don’t…?”
“I don’t love him. I love you.”
Suddenly Alfons was pulled against him tightly, and Dymitry rested his head against his.
“I’m so sorry!” Alfons choked. Dymitry shook his head.
They stayed like this for a while before heading back inside the apartment. Dymitry made them both a cup of hot tea and they sat on the couch for a talk.
Alfons finally told Dymitry about his relationship with Jack. How they had met, and how they ended up going out. He told him how he trusted him, and thought Jack had loved him. But then found out far too late it was all lust, and how Jack forced his sick fantasies onto Alfons. He admitted he had taken it at first, because he thought maybe this was the only man who could stand being near him. Better being ravaged every night than completely alone and miserable, right?
He told him about when he finally upped and left Jack, and moved into his own apartment.
By the end of the story, Dymitry was livid. “Was he really that … that…!?” Dymitry couldn’t even find a word bad enough to describe him.
Alfons nodded.
“I’ll kill him!” He sprang from the couch, forgetting about the tea which spilled everywhere. He didn’t care. He marched to the door before remembering that he had no idea where he could find Jack. He turned to Alfons for an answer.
Alfons set his mug down on the coffee table quickly, and hurried to Dymitry’s side. “Dymitry, no… I don’t want you to go to him…”
Dymitry went to grab his shoes. “I can’t let him get away with that!” he snapped. “I’m going to break his neck, and then I’m going to rip out his intestines and --”
“Dymitry!”
Dymitry glanced back at him and sighed. “… Alright.”
Alfons pulled him toward the bedroom, with a small smile, hoping to appease him.
Dymitry couldn’t stop the grin. “Well, I can’t really argue with that…”
That night, Dymitry was even more tender than usual, after hearing how roughly Jack had used him for his own sick pleasure.
Alfons didn’t mind; Dymitry’s gentle touches and soft kisses reassured him of his love.
*
The next day Dymitry had left the apartment without a word.
Alfons paced around all day, feeling sick to the stomach. Where had Dymitry gone? He prayed Dymitry hadn’t left him suddenly. Maybe after hearing how he was violated, Dymitry didn’t want him. Maybe to him to he was damaged goods.
The thought was enough for his eyes to tear up, but he forced the thoughts away. No. Dymitry wouldn’t do that. He was different than Jack.
Where Jack’s kisses had been rough, Dymitry’s were tender. Where Jack had been lustful, Dymitry was loving.
Alfons waited. Dymitry would return.
Hours later, he finally did. He offered no explanation of where he had been the entire day, just enveloped Alfons in his arms.
“Jack’s never going to hurt you again,” he told him. “Or anyone else. I’ll protect you.”
Alfons nodded. “I trust you.”