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Homelander, from the very first moment he knew Soldierboy was his father, was obsessed.
Soldierboy, The Soldierboy, was his father. Of course! He should have known. It was destined that Homelander came from greatness.
He couldn’t resist grinning as his father offered himself up to him, accepting to be number two in the seven. It was just…Perfect. Everything he could have dreamed of.
And then, they bonded. Soldierboy listened to his day, wrapped him in his arms and cuddled him. He had smelt so good, had felt so warm, Homelander cummed in his boxers instantly. If his father had noticed, he hadn’t said anything.
It was intoxicating.
Mentally he cursed Stillwell. Cursed Stan Edgar. His daddy loved him, so so much. Loved him because they were of the same blood, almost one. He had cuddled him and cooed at him. He was sure he was proud of him.
He wanted more but got too caught up in the public eye to be around Soldierboy after that incident.
Even if they couldn’t spend twenty-four-seven together, Homelander enjoyed passing him in the hallways. Watching him conduct interviews on tv and jerking off. Catching a whiff of his scent in a room his father had been in hours before and letting the recurring fantasy of the warm feeling of his arms swim in his head.
Whisky and smoke and a twinge of metal. Scruffy beard and piercing strict green eyes.
It got to the point where Homelander couldn’t get a good night's sleep without walking past his father's room at least once before bed, locating where he was in the luxury room. Smelling through the cracks of the doors to see if he had taken a shower recently. So badly he had wanted to go to bed with him, lay down and fall asleep in his daddy's arms.
Often, he would copy his father's routine. Having a drink (of milk) before relaxing in a warm bath, using the same soaps his father did. Sometimes he would stick around longer than usual, trying to listen and understand the old shows, trying to get a sense of his humor to impress him.
The less he saw of Soldierboy in the day, the more he would stalk at night.
The first time he didn’t see him for an entire week, he stood at his door for five hours, watching him with his x-ray vision.
He hadn't done anything different to what Homelander had listened to before, but it was comforting being able to watch his father in a serene state.
The next night was just as sweet.
And then next.
It had become Homelanders little treat, whether he saw his father that day or not. This belonged to him and him only. The soldier had practically allowed it. He was the one that held Homelander in his arms. He has to feel the same. The pulling, yearning to become one with each other. The feeling of greatness, being the only two beings on earth to truly understand one another.
It was his father. Their little family, their special bond. Their Love.
One night Homelander did as usual, nose practically squished against the door as he absorbed every intricate detail about his father's movements. He ate meatloaf for dinner. Had a few glasses of whisky. Idled over the tv before staring out the window. He can smell him…it's bitter.
He slides himself against the wall to get a better view as the man walks into his bedroom, surprisingly going to bed. He never went to bed before ten.
As the light goes off Homelander bores his eyes into the wall, x-ray vision focusing in on the dark of the room.
Even with a headboard in the way, he can see his father settle into bed, flip through a magazine before throwing it to the side and let his right arm start to move up and down in such a motion it makes Homelanders' knees buckle.
He needs a better view, now.
The floor was high. Extremely high. He wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him up here, especially in the dark. He tentatively peered into the thick wall, getting a direct view of his father.
The man was leisurely laid back against the headboard, thick cock coated with lotion–coconut scented, and being jerked by equally thick fingers. Homelander practically licked the wall watching, gloved hand coming down to rub his newly aching member through his suit.
It didn’t take long for Homelander to pull his own dick out, not caring about his rough gloved hand as he grips and pumps dryly at the same pace as his father. The cool breeze passing his dick sends a shiver up his spine. His head swims at every grunt his father makes, subconsciously mocking the sounds with his own small moans.
His body is practically one with the wall as he watches Soldierboy pump faster, leaning his head back. He watches his chest rise, his lungs move, heart pumping. He can see all the blood in his body going to his father's cock. A needy want runs through his own blood, watching the way his father's hips buck up and thick ropes shoot out. He can’t help himself from coming soon after all over the wall in front of him.
This time, he really does lick the wall, reeling and continuing to rub his soft dick as his father cleans himself up.
Weeks went by and Homelander couldn’t help himself.
He had flown and waited outside Soldierboys bedroom ever since that mind blowing session they had last time.
He couldn’t help but edge himself as he waited, upset when he was blue balled whenever Soldierboy decided to go straight to bed.
Surprisingly, his father didn’t watch too much porn and didn’t jerk off often. Not sober, anyways. Homelander didn’t either, another thing they had in common, he gloated to himself.
He would catch him scrolling through certain channels on tv, but the older man would only watch for a couple of minutes before turning it off and relieving himself, Homelander doing the same from just beyond the wall.
“Next time you have another shit week come back. Tell me what you want like a man, and I just might give it to you.”
The words had rung through Homelanders head like a sweet promise by an angel. Such a simple sentence had cleared his head and lifted a weight from his shoulders for weeks.
He always has a shit week. Ever since he was born. But with the way his father has been ignoring him in general makes him more reluctant to ask. He wasn’t just going to ask for him to hold him. He was going to ask his father to lay with him, let him hold him close and help him sleep.
“Fuck, why the fuck are you so pathetic?” Mirror Homelander had once shouted at him.
Homelander had another incident, accidentally killing a citizen in the midst of a planned rescue. He got to his penthouse and punched the bathroom mirror into shards.
One remained, Mirrorlander.
Reminding him of the more work to be done because of his mistake, more appearance, more apologies for being what he was.
The fucking regular people could never understand what it's like to be prefect. All they do is hate hate hate, judging what they can't fucking understand until Homelander kisses their asses hard enough to become Americas hero once again.
“You’ll never be as perfect as him and you know it,” Mirrorlander continued. “You're a fuckup! A pathetic piece of shit! Why would any father want to associate with a pussy like yourself?”
“Shut up!” He sobbed back. “He told me I could come back. He promised me. He wouldn’t lie. My father isn’t a liar!”
“Come back for a hug, you sick fuck. Not for him to fuck you like a whore.”
He doesn’t reply, letting loose tears fall into the sink. His grip on either side of it made the entire porcelain model tremble.
“What do you even need him for anyway? After all he’s said to you... You do know he’s going to throw you out sooner or later, don’t you? Replace you in the seven. Fuck some new bitch and stuff her full of come until you have a little–”
He lasered the mirror so hard a giant hole was the only thing left in the wall in front of him. As well as the wall behind that. The porcelain sink was snapped in half.
Soldierboy was his father. His everything. He was the only one left in Homelanders' life that truly understood him. Loved him.
He needed him.
His heart was shattered when he smelled his father on Firecracker. It was the smell of sweat and sex, the smell of his semen. That bitch. He should have lasered her fucking head off the second he registered it.
How could he do this to him? His own father! Was he punishing him? What had Homelander done wrong? Was it because homelander hadn’t asked for any more cuddles?
He admits he got preoccupied with the concept of jerking off with his father rather than having one on one time with him as of late…but…
His heart pounded as he thought about it.
It was their intimate moment.
There was no way his father hadn't noticed Homelander trying to cuddle up more to him after it happened. He had even given him a pat on the shoulder and laughed at one of his jokes.
He knew he knew that it was happening. He was just being difficult.
..
…
...!
Or…It could be like the first time his arms wrapped around him.
He’s waiting for Homelander to make the first move.
The next morning, Soldierboy was greeted to the sight of Homelander standing against the wall across from his door. The sight had raised his nerves a bit. What the fuck did he want?
He had been ignoring the man for weeks. After that little faggot hug session, they had the man had left him alone for a bit, which he appreciated.
Then the little shit started getting touchy and weird out of nowhere, using his creepy little grin in the wrong fucking scenarios too much for Soldierboys taste. He could see his eyes on him with his peripheral vision during meetings. Sees him in the air watching when he’s out doing interviews.
Hell, if they went to the bathroom together, he’s sure the guy would stand right next to him and try to use the same urinal.
The freaks got something up his sleeve and he’s not looking forward to it.
He doesn’t pay him any mind, shutting his room door and turning down the hallway. Quick feet pitter-patter to get behind him, already annoying the fuck out of him. He groans and rolls his eyes.
“What is it?”
“I know it only takes you three minutes to come.”
The soldier turns as quick as a whip, tightening his grip on his shield. “What the fuck?”
Homelander stands there, his classic shit eating grin stuck on his face, hands behind his back like a schoolgirl.
“What fuck did you just say to me?”
Homelander shakes his head a bit, smile faltering, as if confused by Soldierboys sudden outburst. “You…to come. I saw you. It doesn't take long when you're using your imagination.”
He doesn’t account for Soldierboy to take his fist and bunch him straight in the nose. It doesn’t bleed, but it hurts like hell. He grabs it with both hands and tears up, not understanding what he did wrong.
Soldierboy stands over his hunched body, pissed. Slowly, he grits, “Why the fuck would you think that’s okay?”
“Because–I just–I thought…”
“You thought wrong.” He spits, his contempt for the boy growing at the second. He knew the creepy bastard was up to something, but watching him masturbate? He doesn’t doubt he was doing the exact same in whatever little hidey hole he was watching from.
“But…you're my father! We’re family!”
“Oh- What the fuck does that mean? We have to beat each other's cocks?” He snaps. The vein in his forehead is bulging; this is too much before breakfast.
Homelander only sniffles standing himself straight, rubbing his nose and blinking his wet lashes. “It means we love each other."
“I don’t fucking ‘love’ you. I tolerate you, only because you came from me. On the off chance I find out I’m not your daddy, I'm out.”
“But you held me…”
Soldierboy almost punches him again. He feels sick. “That incest shit again? What the fuck is wrong with you? I give you one goddamn chance, and you fuck it to hell!”
He turns his back and continues to walk off, fuming. So much for a good fucking day.
Except, same as last, he's caught off guard. But not by words. Homelander had quickly come and hugged his waist from behind, shoving his snotty little face into Soldierboys neck.
“I'm sorry dad.” He whimpers. What a fucking baby.
“Get the fuck off me.” Soldierboy warns. Homelanders grip only tightens.
“Just tell me you love me. Please.” He begs desperately. The Soldier tries to pull his arms off to no avail. “I’ll do anything, please dad. I love you. I’m sorry!”
Soldierboy struggles a bit harder, the damn guy is about to break his fucking ribs.
“Alright! Alright goddammit, just let go.” He grits. Homelander instantly lets up, backing up as Soldierboy stretches his scrunched back. He sighs, annoyed and looking to the ceiling as he rolls his eyes once more. “I love you. Damn.”
“Look at me.” Homelander snaps. The soldier's eyes immediately snap to his sons. Homelander puts his hands up, right to think that Soldierboy would slap the shit out of him for that tone.
The coward immediately goes back to whimpering. “I just want to see you say it. To me. Please?”
“I already did.” Solderiboy huffs and bores his eyes into his sons.
His blue eyes are bright, with girlishly long lashes covering them. The whole act of a man this guy portrayed was a lie. He was the wettest, saddest, most pathetic excuse of a man.
Soldierboy wishes the guy would keep up the shitty facade that convinces everyone else around him when they're alone together, but no. He gets the fucked up incest freak that’ll suck daddy's cock for a couple of weak words that have no meaning.
Fine. If he wants the words, he’ll get them.
“Alright.” Soldierboy straightens himself up. “But don’t think you get shit willy-nill. Come on. Three minutes, right?" He bumps shoulders with the man as he passes him, heading back to his room. Homelander makes a confused noise but follows anyway.
He ends up on his father's couch, legs bouncing and heart pounding as he waits for his father to come back over. The sour twinge of whisky churns his stomach, becoming more and more prevalent the closer his father gets to him.
Soldierboy stands above him, slowly taking a drink from his glass, eyes never leaving his boy.
Slowly, he asked, “What, in your fucked up head, made you think it was alright to watch me jackoff?”
Homelanders’ face twitches, mouth trying to come up with a reasonable answer.
“Because…I love yo–”
His face is met with an open palm.
The strength of the hit is enough to turn his head to the side. He quickly goes to rub his face, wetting eyes shooting back up to his father.
“Take your fucking hand off your face. Wrong answer, try again.” He takes another sip of whisky as Homelanders trembling hand slides off his face, mouth twitching once more.
“I thought you kne–” Another firm slap.
“What was it?” Soldierboy hums. Fat tears roll down Homelanders' face. He slightly rocks himself back and forth for a minute, making sure to keep his hands down, before deciding on a new answer.
“Because…I’m…” He lets the words slowly roll off his tongue. Soldierboys eyebrows raise, and he pauses, unsure of how to finish.
“Because you're? What, Hm?” He flexes his open palm, liking the way Homelanders eyes quickly flick from it back to his daddy's green eyes.
“I’m–pathetic…a-and wanted to be near you...”
Another merciless slap against his cheek.
“You're a fucking degenrate, so I’m going to treat you like one.”
Homelander ends up with his back resting on the couch, pants gone, spread legs and exposed dick to his father, jerking off. Soldierboy had leisurely taken a seat in front of him on the wooden coffee table, watching. Boy, was it a sight to see.
His cheeks were bright red, half from slaps and half from embarrassment and the tears welling up in his eyes as the soldier humiliated him had fallen, making his red cheeks shine.
The second he catches the other man's wrist slowing down, Soldierboy clicks his tongue disapprovingly.
“Come on, beat your dick. It’s not that fucking hard to keep up the pace. Don’t you fucking dare say your shy.”
Homelanders chest quickly rises as he picks up the speed, biting his bottom lip to keep vulgar noises in. He felt helpless, which only made more come leak from his tip. He stroked himself the way he always did since he was young, from the middle to the tip quite hard and frantic, the way an addict does when they want to come quickly to get to the next orgasm.
Another thick glob spills when soldierboy puffs a heavy cloud of cigar smoke in his direction, body preening at the visual attention. He just wished he would touch him. Coo him. Anything.
Soldierboy sighs and leans over a bit, making eye contact with him.
“Hurry up and come before I leave you here. I don’t have all day to watch you fuck yourself.”
“I’m trying.” He moans, picking up his speed a bit more.
Soldierboy sneers at him. He won't touch him. The sick bastard doesn’t deserved to be fucked, let alone jerked off after the stunt he pulled.
“Your doing it all fucking wrong, thats why. Nobody ever molest you and show you how to jerk off right?”
The thought of Homelander having his father to guide him spills him over the edge. Ropes spill from him as he gasps and whines, riding his orgasm even after the initial high. His gloved hand drops to the side, to which Soldierboy tsk.
“What the fuck are you doing? Keep going.”
“Wha–What?” Homelander whines. He watches as his father leans back and pulls down the front of his own costume, thick cock springing from the suit.
"C' mon’ I don’t got all day. Finish at the same time as me and I’ll give you what you want.”
He snivels and mumbles. “I can’t. Not that quickly.”
Soldierboy instantly gets pissed at the other man's pout. He fucking hates mumbling almost as much as he hates the fact that his son is such a fucking pussy. He pumps himself a few times to take an edge off before standing over his kid.
“Open your mouth.” He says, no room for rejection.
Homelander gives him a doe-eyed look. He almost looks innocent. It’s cute in a way. Most of the things the little shit does, the soldier finds sickly endearing when he wants. Like today, whining and pleading over a few little pathetic words. Other things not so much. Other things make him want to disown him, rip his fucking head off his neck and piss on his dead body.
Homelander slowly slid his eyes up and opened his mouth wide. The soldier could almost see into the back of his throat, standing above him. He didn’t waste any time gripping the back of the blonde's head, the head of his cock slowly slipping its way inside the warm hole.
He groans, adjusting the blonde's head to angle forwards, pumping in and out slowly. He wanted to take his time starting out, flex out the boy's throat to get used to the shape of his cock. Obviously the little fucker loved it, the way his hands tightly grips the soldier sides and his mouth starts drooling like mad.
He throws his head back as the throat tightens around him, groaning into the air. Fuck, it feels amazing. He can’t help but go a bit faster than he meant to, enjoying the gargling sounds his son makes.
“Fuck, just like that. You like daddy's cock, hm? Like watching him beat his dick in private you sick fuck?”
Homelander moans, lightly thrusting his own hips. Soldierboys sure he's finally got his own dick up again and is jerking off at the same time.
“Don’t think I forgot, you're a pathetic little spy, aren't you?” His grip tightens on blonde hair. Homelander knits his eyebrows together, blissed eyes looking up at his father. “I don’t appreciate you hiding like some rat. Next time you want something you take it like a man, I thought I told you that before.” He growled, pulling Homelanders head back at an angle and hiking up a leg on the couch.
From this position, Soldierboy pistons his cock straight down into the boy's throat. Homelander abandons his own dick to grab at the soldier's hips once more clawing and choking for him to stop. His eyes were pouring tears. Soldierboy admired the blue dots until they rolled up into the boy's skull.
He grunts loudly at the feeling of Homelanders throat convulsing around his cock.
“Fuck… Just like that, fucking take it.”
Soldierboy wished he knew how to take one of those video thingies. He’d love to look back on a nearly blue faced Homelander, crying and snotting while choking back on his cock. His own eyes roll back a bit as he tips over the edge, slamming deep into the man's throat and coming like a race horse. He makes sure to stuff his boy full and well, that his boy swallows every drop before pulling out.
Homelander only lays there twitching pathetically, having come untouched. Semen drips from his mouth and his eyes glance at his daddy halflidded. Soldierboy gets nose to nose with him, making sure they have eye contact.
“I love you.” He says smugly.
Homelander only rolls his head back, face turning pink.
“Come on son, you're not finished already, are you?”
He slaps the man's face once more as hard as he can, knocking him over a bit.
“That’s for fucking watching me.”
He slaps him again on the opposite cheek. “That’s for not doing what I said. I want you to take your limp dick and jack yourself off, now. Don’t give me any pussied excuses, either.”
Homelander's chest quickly rises and falls, trying to stop himself from crying. He takes his sensitive penis and slowly starts to stroke from the base. He has to bite his lower lip a bit harder this time as he speeds up, hoping the pace will please his daddy.
Soldierboy hikes his pants back up and takes a seat on the table once more, watching Homelander stroke himself hard again. His eyes don’t leave Homelanders face, who looks everywhere but at his father. So now he wants to be embarrassed, huh?
Just as planned, it doesn’t take long for Homelander to get close to cumming once more, such a sultry look plastered on his face. Only before he does, Soldierboy stretches a leg out, kicking his jerking arm. He whines at the displeasure of no relief, but obediently sets his arm down under his fathers boot.
The longer his dick sits untouched the more vocal he gets, blue eyes searching his fathers unmoving face. His hips twitch and buck searching for any kind of pleasure, the hardness of his dick starting to ache.
“D-daddy, please. I want to–”
“You won't do shit until I say so. You're going to learn how to control yourself and not think with your dick.” His boot digs deeper into Homelanders' gloved hand. “Tell me, what happened in San Francisco yesterday?”
Seriously? He wants to ask about this now? Homelanders brain is so mushy right now he can’t even think of the logistics of this punishment. All he knows is that he can’t come, and that he really really wants to, on top of being a good boy for his father. He controls his breathing, in and out, smacking his once come-filled mouth and gathering enough decency to look his father in the eye.
“I-uhm. I went to San Francisco for a rescue…a set up shooting on the bridge. A-and I did, they loved me. I was shooting back, for the cameras…taking my time…”
Soldierboy lifts his head and removes his boot, gesturing to the blonde's now free hand.
“Shut up about it now. Jerk off.”
Homelander mumbles off the rest of his sentence before immediately putting his hand back to work, the sting of stroking making him whine once more. He closed his eyes and let himself gasp, not caring how he sounded anymore.
His face was heated, covered in wet fluids and dried semen. It felt so good, better than anything he’s ever done before. It helped that his father watched him with straight eyes, making Homelander the center of attention.
Selfishly, he sped up and got a little louder, putting on a show. He was so close, so ready to burst–and stopped once again by his fathers boot shoving his hand off his throbbing dick. He was so pent up he was getting frustrated, a few tears dropped from his eyes. He gave his father daring eyes, backing down when the boot dug into his hand harder than before.
“Go on with your day.” Soldierboy said, resting on his knees.
It takes a moment for the blonde to catch his breath again, more worked up than the last time.
“I was on the bridge, shooting back…T-Then one of them ran. Fucking idiot. Nobody ever knows how to stick to the script. I-I tried to avoid it…but I lasered a car that wasn’t involved. It–”
The boot was removed. The soldier only raised his eyebrows this time. Homelander knew what to do.
He stroked frantically this time, really trying to come. He was sweating profusely. His dick was becoming raw with the dry friction of the glove beating it furiously.
He couldn't help but shamefully cry and cry, letting the snot and tears freely run down his face, letting the gasping, the pathetic sobbing escape his lips.
As he expected, his arm was roughly stomped again. The twitching of his dick forced him to remind himself not to squeeze his thighs together.
“The story?” Soldierboy lazily questioned. He had the smuggest look on his face. He can’t say he didn’t enjoy this. His son looked a mess, the red of his cheeks spread all across his face. Was this the strongest man in the world? The representation of the American people? Of Supes? A blonde whore edged by his daddy. Yeah, right.
Homelander is his, blonde whore. His son. Soldierboy thinks he can get used to this. Perhaps there is something for them. To spend eternity together.
He patiently waits for the boy to finish his dramatics, readying himself to complete the recalling of his fuck up the other day.
“I lasered a f-few cars. They drove off the bridge. I only managed to save one.”
“Only managed, or only felt like it?” The soldier grilled.
Homelander whimpered, bottom lip trembling, not losing eye contact. “F-felt like it…”
“That’s what I thought. You're not some hero. You're not anything. You're fucking pathetic.”
He only replies with sniffles and pleas’. It touches something in the soldier's heart, enough to make him move his boot from his baby's hand.
“Go on.”
Homelander goes at it again, quick and restless. Soldierboy takes it upon himself to sit next to him and lick the shell of his ear, whispering sweet nothings.
"C' mon’ baby, hurry up and come. Blow a nice load for your daddy, hm?”
Homelander pauses, head reeling back and a nice thick load from his dick. At the same time his laser eyes blast through the ceiling an unrestrained moan pulling from the back of his throat.
Soldierboy coos at him as the boy's head falls onto his shoulder, sobbing and panting. Weakly calling out for daddy.
Yeah.
They’ll do just fine together.