►dark! Chris, I think you should test Antoni
CW: Referenced attempted dubcon after severe trauma, vague prostitution reference
“I’m, I’m sorry,” Chris whispers, curling up into a ball on the bed, rocking forward and back with an intensity that makes the frame creak, a rhythm that sounds like what Chris was hoping he would do.
Antoni is still, instead, watching the boy he’d found living like a stray cat on the street, unmistakable for what he’d been. Discarded by the one he’d been built for and left to starve or sell himself alone.
“It is all right,” Antoni says, gently, and leans over, pulling the blankets up, covering Chris at least from waist down. The scars he wears are deeper, in some ways, than Antoni’s now. “You were scared.”
“I d-don’t, don’t... want you to, to, to make me leave,” Chris says, and he has tears in his eyes and down his face.
Antoni’s heart, dulled too much to human pain by being the one to cause it now, twists at the pleading broken voice regardless. He swallows back his innate distaste for touch and smoothly moves to sit next to Chris on the bed, putting his arms around him, resting his chin on blue hair faded and dirty and in need of a wash.
He’ll have to set some kind of alarm - Chris never remembers to shower, never remembers to eat until food is put deliberately in front of him. He needs more help than Antoni is qualified to give.
But then, Antoni has already given him more than anyone else who found him.
Antoni has given him shelter, and safety, and someone who will refuse what he doesn’t really want to give.
“Please, please, please-”
“Did you dream about being on the street again, Chrisha?” Antoni asks in a low voice.
Chris hums, rocking into him now, nodding a little against his shoulder.
“I see. I will always say no, when you are asking for this-” He squeezes a little before Chris’s sobs can do more than hitch in a quiet breath. “But listen. I will never make you leave. You are safe here, Chrisha. You are home.”
