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John stared at the figure of his frozen father. It had been months since he had stolen him from that CIA prison. He didn’t know what to do with him. He was afraid of rejection again, and on top of that he really didn’t want anyone in the way of his government take over. But with Ryan gone, and A-Train having betrayed him, he felt the loneliness creep in further. There wasn’t anyone else nearly as strong as him to understand what he went through. There was no one else to call family, the one thing he desired since his experiment days. But, long were the days that he dreamt of having that classic nuclear family. Now he’d take anything he could get.
This was it, this was now or nothing. No more hesitating. He needed someone to check out the virus for him, but most importantly he didn’t want to be alone anymore. Before he could second guess himself, he pulled the capsule door open and the cold air whooshed out. There he was, in all his glory. The one man he could call family.
“Daddy.”
He stared in awe of the man. Who couldn’t? He watched every video there was of him. He idolized him growing up. Yes it was a distressing blow when he met his hero. The crushing disappointment in his eyes. But that was the past. That was before Homelander had virtually taken over the world. Dad would have to be proud of him right?
John pulled the restraints loose and gently laid the naked man onto his bed. He wiped a stray hair from his face and smiled. The man was radiant. It had never occurred to him to see him in a sexual light. But seeing that pristine body all splayed out on his own bed, he couldn’t help it. The images came unabating. Oh how he would love to suck the man dry. To feel those large hands choking him. So many delicious thoughts began to twirl in his mind, he could do anything, the man was still unconscious after all. He could even fill his throat with his thick member. Who would stop him? What if he were to awaken just then? Oh how that thought teased him.
But no, John respected him he couldn’t do such a thing. Besides he craved his attention. So what else was there to do? He found a random Homelander t-shirt the marketing department had made months ago, and some underwear and reluctantly clothed the man. He hated to see him covered, but he couldn’t imagine waking up naked in someone else’s bed would bode well.
Yes, Homelander was a busy man. Controlling the world wasn’t something you could take a day off from. But this was his father, he couldn’t just leave him there. So instead he stood opposite of the bed and stared at the sleeping beauty. He was beautiful there was no doubt about it. Even more than himself he admitted. John never cared about sexuality, all he cared about was connection. He didn’t care that not only was Benjamin a man, nor that he was biologically his father. That was trivial to his connection obsessed self.
The images were relentless. He could almost hear the manly grunts and taste a different kind of milk he already craved. How would it go? Would his Dad kiss him? No, he would sooner whip him than cover him with kisses from his volumptious lips. John didn’t care, he craved both. Like a dog that desired any and all attention from his master. Good or bad he’d take both. Would it be bad to sneak a tug or two while his father slept? He wouldn’t know right? John bit his tongue and turned his attention out the window, but it was no use. He could almost feel the heavy weight of the taller man pushing him into the glass. Hot breath grunting into his ear with every thrust into him. He had seen and briefly felt the weight of him as he tucked him into his underwear. It was impressive enough flaccid he could only imagine how big it’d be hard and inside of him.
It wasn’t often that John chubbed so quickly, especially from imagination alone, but this was a different story. He hoped Soldier Boy would wake up soon so he wouldn’t have to stand there and torture himself any longer.
A solid hour later he had gotten his wish and beautiful green eyes met his own. As expected the man was spooked.
The older man took stock of where he was and what he was wearing before he saw just who was watching him.“You. What the fuck?” He tried to get up but was still too weak.
“No, no. No, no. It’s okay. I don’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing I want to do. You’re safe, okay. You’ve been in deep freeze again.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah.”
“For how long?”
“Almost two years. In a CIA black site. I just found out this morning.”
John grit his teeth, and thus begins the lies. He didn’t want to have to lie to his own father. But let’s face it, he would have to otherwise who would willingly walk into a deadly virus?
“You found out this morning? But that just happens to be in your room?” He points to the cryo chamber he was in a moment ago.
His face scrunched up like he had smelt the worst thing in the world before he asked, “Did you fuck me? Is this some kind of an incest thing?”
“What?! No…I…I mean if you want it to be?” John sputtered.
He realized he hadn’t even thought about being the top in any of the scenarios.Then it hit him what he had admitted. Shit. His father would be scared off for sure now. He was hoping to reign that part of him in until the other man instigated it first. But sitting there for an hour with pornographic images flashing in his brain for an hour had done him in.
Ben’s eyes narrowed before he growled out, “I ain’t no fucking faggot.”
“Whoa! Yeah we don’t say that anymore. But yeah you know what neither am I. So no problem there. Anyway let’s put a pin in that for later. So I want you to find William Butcher.”
“Find him yourself.”
“Well the people that work for me are limited. And you are the best tracker there is. I just, I need you to find him and report back.”
“You want me to work for you?”
“Well, why don’t we say “work with me”? And…I can help you. I can give you a proper comeback.”
“I don’t need you for that.”
“Well, the whole world does think that you’re a Russian spy, so…”
“Okay. All right. Listen to me. I’m no ass-felching commie. You got that?!”
“I know, I know. And listen, I am Vought now. Me. So, the public, they’re gonna believe that you are whatever I tell them you are. I can resurrect you. I can give you back what you lost. I can even make you number two in The Seven.”
“Number Two? Or how about I finish the job and blast you to kingdom fuck.”
“Yeah, you could try. Who knows, you might even fry the V right out of my blood. Or you might not. But I’m betting that you hate William Butcher more than you…then you hate…me. After all, I’m-I’m not the one that betrayed you. Am I?”
Only he was doing it in real time. The irony. John thought.
“I tried to kill you. Minute I turn my back, how do I know you won’t return the favor?”
Because you’re my Dad. Because I want you to love me. Because I want you to pin me down and rail me into the ground. Those were all the things he could’ve said but John was in Homelander convincing business mode. None of those would’ve flown with Soldier Boy anyway.
“Look, um.” Homelander pulled the dented soldier boy shield from behind the chamber and held it up to the other man.
“You find William Butcher for me. All is forgiven.”
John handed the old metal relic to his father and hoped it would be enough to seal the deal.
“Looks like a fucking kindergarten ashtray.”
After changing into his old uniform, Soldier Boy agreed to follow his son into the meeting room to meet with his advisors and the president. Homelander introduced each person in the room and promptly followed it up with a smirk and letting him now how they work for him now. Of course after he informed the room of the deal he had given his father, the sniveling idiot fish fucker had to chime in. Sometimes Homelander asked himself why he even kept that creepy gilled man around. He wasn’t useful aside from selling his ridiculous crap to the masses, and even there his sales were declining. It was a job that any one could do, he began to wonder if it was time to harpoon him?
Homelander flashed his sinister smile at everyone as he held his head up high and ordered the president to pardon his father and to make them both a manhattan. No milk. After all, he couldn’t show his weakness or predilections in front of his father. He had already stumbled that ball earlier. No, there was no excuse to do it again. This was the time to impress him to convince him further and to cover up that mishap earlier.
“Goddamn. Since when could Supes t-bag the president?” He smiled proudly.
“Since me.”
Ben smiled at his son and left to track down Butcher. No time than the present. Meanwhile John found himself inside of the cryo chamber. He had often wondered if it could even work on him. He smelled the strap that held his father. It smelled like what he believed a real man should. Musky. He could get hard off of that smell. He was about to give in and beat off right there like the slut he knew he was. But of course Sage had to interrupt him. Why did he let people have access to his suite again?
She came to check up on him and become yet another one of his employees that questioned his judgement. Sage left him with a parting thought, Did he care enough about his father that he’d fall into pieces when he died?…When he died? He had been cocky and genuinely believed that if the virus did exist it wasn’t strong enough for supes like them. But what if it was? Dread coursed through him. He had no idea where his Dad was.
“Why didn’t I put a tracker on him?” He berated himself.
He was about to lose the last person he could call family. The loneliness threatened to choke him. Tears slipped out.
“Fuck!”
What was he supposed to do? Fly around America in hopes of finding Butcher or his Dad? That could take hours. He didn’t have that kind of time. He bet his dad had already found the rebel. And if he did get infected and died, who’s to say it wouldn’t hurt him? No. All he could do was sit and wait for the update. So much for his earlier plan on jacking off to the smell of his dad. He sat on his bed and found the red shirt he put his dad in earlier and inhaled it. It had only been worn for roughly a little over an hour, but it had already smelt like him. All worry about the state of his family subsided as the musky scent washed over him.
“Come back to me.” He whispered as all of the emotions drifted him to a world where Benjamin was his lover and they ruled the planet together.