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There wasn’t anything exceptional about a Supe walking in to Vought Headquarters, even if it was one that had been listed as dead since 1984. Not one awkward, sideways glance — not anyone running over to him to speak to him, or ask for his autograph. Everyone just went about their day like he was invisible. He was a hero, goddammit, and he was here to be treated like one.
He punched the elevator button to take him up to the conference room floor, teeth idly worrying the inside of his cheek as he watched the doors close and the numbers begin to ascend. The Seven? Homelander? How quickly his team had been replaced after his apparent death — it left a bitter taste in his mouth and as the elevator doors swung open his jaw set and he stalked towards the conference room.
When he walked in the room was empty; he wasn’t expecting to walk in on a Supe meeting, but it wouldn’t have been a bad thing. He was here to take back the reins, which meant putting this so-called Homelander in his place. The man they touted as The Worlds Greatest Superhero. He scoffed out loud, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Reports said you’ve been dead since ‘84.”
The voice broke through the silence of the room, and his green eyes slid slowly up to meet the exact man he came here to see. Ironic. His uniform almost made him laugh, if the smug look on the Supes face wasn’t enough to distract him.
“You know Vought and their tall tales.” He replied with a shrug, “You look like a boyband fucked an American flag.”
He watched with slight satisfaction as the man’s brow furrowed slightly, waiting for a retort, but instead he took several steps forward and outstretched his hand.
“Names John.”
“Ben.” He replied, dropping his arms and tentatively taking the others hand. They both gripped hard onto one another, blue eyes boring into green before the handshake was released.
“Can I ask what the fuck you think you’re doing here, Soldier Boy Ben?“
Ben’s mouth came up slightly at the sides, a sly smirk playing across his features.
“Oh I’m here to take charge.” He said matter of factly, and he watched with delight as Homelander’s face twitched a little, a look of both incredulousness and disgust coming to his features.
“You? You think you can just walk in here and take over my position?”
Ben grinned, “Yeah I kind of do.”
Homelander’s eyes glowed red but Soldier Boy’s grin didn’t falter. Instead, he leaned casually back on the nearby conference table, letting the heat inside of him unfurl slowly. A stunning golden glow began to bloom in the center of his chest, and the stain on the table under his fingertips began to crack and bubble under the radiation his body began to emit.
“Those pretty laser eyes aren’t going to leave a scratch on me… but this—“ he gestured to his chest, “Will level this entire block. So try me. Let’s see how tall you stand amongst the rubble that’ll bury all your Vought yes men.”
Homelander’s upper lip twitched again before his mouth curled into a snarl, but the red tinge faded from his irises and the bright blue returned. Similarly, the glow faded from Ben’s chest.
“My ass isn’t bronzed out front for no reason.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and wearing that same shit-eating grin. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll like working under me.”
Ben made his way over, closing the gap between the two Supes as Homelander watched with disdain, body and muscles rigid. He was coiled tightly like a venomous snake, ready to let loose at any moment against any threat the one and only Soldier Boy could muster up.
Instead though, Ben dropped his arms as he sidled up against John, so close the blonde could see the stunning flecks of amber within the green irises, as if summer leaves had been infiltrated with golden rays of sunlight.
“What are you doing?” He asked through grit teeth.
“Admiring.” Ben replied, eyes leaving John’s to rake slowly down his body and back up again immodestly. “Imagining what you look like under your Mister America suit.”
John made an indignant noise in his throat as Ben backed him against the conference table, pressing their hips together so John was pinned.
“It’s been a long, long time since I got my dick wet.” Ben said lowly, “And a Supe like you? I know you can handle it, can’t you?”
He leaned forward so their chests pressed together as well, Ben’s height difference making John’s heart begin to beat a bit faster, making him feel small. Inferior. No one had ever made him feel that way and it was… unnerving.
Ben’s mouth was so close to John’s ear that his lips brushed the shell of it. “I bet inside you crave subjugation, and I can give it to you.” He whispered, teeth grabbing his earlobe in a sharp nip that would draw blood on a normal person.
John drew in a gasp that caused his chest to bump harder against Ben’s and he could feel his smirk against his skin.
“I bet I could shoot you in the fucking skull right now and it wouldn’t stop you.” He grabbed John by the hair and wrenched his head back to expose his throat, both lips and teeth attacking the pale flesh there until he let out another noise.
“Wouldn’t make me flinch. And neither do you.” John said, trying to ignore the slight strain in the muscles in his neck and the feeling of arousal slowly crawling up his spine. Despite who he was, he was rarely so outwardly desired, not only by another man but another Supe— The Solider Boy.
“Maybe not, but I bet I can make you moan like the slut I know you are. Now… take off the Boy Scout uniform, John.”
Ben let go of John’s hair and backed up only enough to allow the other room to undress, giving an impassive look when he didn’t move.
“I’m sorry, are you a fucking idiot? I said get naked.”
It was John’s turn to smirk. His eyes changing from their usual blue to a bright glowing red were the only warning Ben got before being hit in the shoulder with a blast of heat vision. That same expression faltered when Ben looked down with an unimpressed glance to the spot that was just hit to show he was completely unscathed. In fact, he hadn’t moved an inch at all.
“I told you that you’d need a lot more than those pretty laser eyes to do anything to me. Cute that you tried, though.”
John was fast on his feet though and threw himself at Ben, lifting them both off the ground and against the fortified wall of the conference center. The paintings lining the wall outside of the room rattled in their frames, but didn’t draw any outward attention. Most knew better than to check out what might be going on in a conference room for overpowered Supes, let alone try to break up a possible fight.
John, however, wasn’t looking to fight.
He pressed their lips together hard enough to bruise and earned a growl from the back of Ben’s throat, kissing back with just as much ferocity. They slid down the wall as Ben’s hands curled into the fabric of John’s ridiculous suit, his feet hitting the floor only momentarily before he broke the kiss and grabbed John by his cape, effortlessly lifting him completely off the ground and slamming him onto the conference table face down. He wrapped his cape again and again around his arm as he climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He pulled the fabric taut, causing John’s back to bow and lift him off the table as he snarled like a rabid animal.
“Oh, I get it now. You want me to work for it. You want me to show you how I can control you.”
Ben pushed his hips against the swell of John’s ass, watching as he fought against his hold but only half-heartedly. He knew men like Homelander— men that spent their lives in control of everything and everyone because no one else was strong enough— craved to be dominated.
He knew because he was also one of those men.
John pushed his hips back against Ben’s, and he took the opportunity to use his free hand to loosen that gaudy gold belt. John’s hands went to the front seams of his uniform and once it was open Ben let go of his cape so he could get the whole tunic off.
Once the perfectly immaculate skin of America’s Supe Sweetheart was revealed to him, Ben’s eyes darkened. John rest back down on the conference table as the other put his weight over him, lips and teeth teasing skin and nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks that lasted several seconds before fading. Underneath him John shuddered, revelling in the touches. He pushed back against Ben’s hips again, the friction too good to deny.
“Isn’t it nice to give in for a bit?” Ben asked, voice dark and lust-filled in John’s ear. “Let someone else do the work and you just lay there and look like a pretty cock slut?”
John let out a guttural sound and pushed his hips back as hard as he could, head turned to try and catch a glimpse of the Supe on top of him.
“What are you waiting for, then? Enough talk.” He snapped and Ben grinned.
He grabbed the waistband of John’s uniform and brought it down to just below his knees, his calves still trapped by the tight material. Ben simultaneously helped John bow his back further, chest and shoulders still to the tabletop and ass high in the air.
“You look like a bitch in heat.” Ben chuckled, settling between the others legs and gripping the strong muscles of his ass and giving some firm squeezes. “Get your hands up here. Spread ‘em.”
John obeyed without objection, and it was then that Ben knew he had him in the palm of his hand. He spread himself open for him and Ben groaned at the sight, presented with a perfectly pink tight ring of muscle just begging to be fucked open. He pulled his gloves off before leaning forward, tongue sliding over pink flesh appreciatively.
John startled underneath him and then let out a low groan as Ben continued to run his tongue over him, again and again, making his heavy cock twitch between his legs with a heady desire.
“Oh, Jesus fuck…” He breathed, hips rocking a little with the new sensation he’d never experienced before.
John didn’t realize he’d continued on with his soft curses and groans until Ben pressed his first and middle fingers into his open mouth, pressing down on his tongue and drawing more saliva into his mouth. John sucked at the digits hungrily, his own fingers digging into the meat of his ass as Ben’s tongue began to explore more deeply, eventually sliding inside him.
John met that feeling with another lewd noise, jaw falling slack for a moment as he panted. Ben pressed his fingers into his mouth further, cock throbbing in the confines of his suit as he revelled in making John gag. Finally he pulled back completely, his spit-slicked fingers both teasing John’s hole before sliding inside. He was a Supe; he didn’t need the careful preparation that a normal human did, but Ben couldn’t resist watching him fall apart.
John grunted through grit teeth at the intrusion, but it only took a moment or two until his carnal needs took over again and he was pushing back. Ben continued to finger him as he finally reached down to undo his pants, letting out a soft breath of air when he took his cock out. Even the air felt too good on his hard flesh, flushed and already leaking with anticipation.
He withdrew his fingers and held his open palm in front of John’s face with a simple order of “Spit”. He did and Ben slicked himself the best he could; a little friction never hurt anyone, and it wasn’t like any pain would last. He noticed John’s hands shaking a little, still holding himself open for him, and he smirked knowing it wasn’t from exertion.
Ben tapped his cock on John’s left asscheek as he looked down at him, seeing the other with flushed cheeks, his mouth open and lips spit-slick. Their eyes met— John’s pupils were blown so wide that only a small sliver of his ocean blue irises remained.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck me.”
Ben’s chuckle was low and dark as he took him in; America’s hero on his knees with his ass spread in the air for him in his own conference room, asking to be fucked where he held meetings with his fellow Supes. Anyone could walk in at any moment. Anyone could see them like this— and neither of them cared. In fact, Ben wouldn’t mind an audience to this; it wasn’t just anyone he was about to fuck, it was Homelander.
Ben spit on John’s hole and rubbed his cock against him once more before pushing against the tight ring of muscle. He bit his lip hard as inch by inch he sank into the overwhelming heat of John’s body, watching every second. He was acutely aware of how John’s breath had hitched and how the trembling in his hands was more apparent, but he didn’t dare let go of himself until Ben was fully seated inside of him. Then, his hands finally came down near his face, using the new leverage to push back against Ben as he grabbed his hips tight and began to move.
Each thrust was deep, hard and deliberate; John held his own against Ben’s force but the table underneath them whined and creaked as Ben’s thrusts punched throaty moans and hitched breaths from John’s lungs. Ben wasn’t sure about the man beneath him, but he’d only ever chosen to have sex with other Supes. Sometimes in the throes of an orgasm it was harder to control himself, and he didn’t exactly feel like explaining to anyone why someone had been ripped in two like a piece of tissue paper. Now with the way Geiger counters sang in his presence, he would have to be even more careful; no one would want radiation poisoning from a Supe with a dick practically the size of a forearm…
John had put an arm over his head to brace himself in the time Ben had lost himself to his thoughts, shifting to wrap his free hand around his aching cock that was currently making a mess of the conference table. He moaned like an absolute bitch in heat and Ben basked in it. The severe arch of his spine, muscular ass and thighs presented like a trained whore, his cheek still pressed to the table and eyes shut, blonde hair splayed and messy. It was a gift to Ben to watch the great Homelander become so undone under his hand, scrubbing off that shiny veneer that Vought had polished him with to reveal the true carnal instincts and desires of the Supe.
“Look at you,” Ben mused, “The great hero Homelander whimpering like a fucked out old whore.”
He moved a hand from his hip, leaning across that impossibly broad torso to grab a fistful of blonde hair, the slight change in position making him press fully into the body beneath him. John let out a strangled noise as the cock in him seemed to shift impossibly deeper, a constant pressure on his prostrate that had his own cock leaking nearly non-stop. Ben’s hips had stilled completely and John felt his body tremble underneath him— when was the last time he felt such a loss of control? It scared him as much as it turned him on.
“Whores come when I say.” Ben murmured, lifting John’s head by his hair and then slamming it back down just because he could. A normal humans nose would have shattered.
John practically mewled at the mix of pleasure sparked with pain, hips bucking back and desperate for the other to continue. Satisfied that the other was listening, Ben straightened back up again and drew his hips back before sinking in fully again, sheathing himself in that overwhelming heat before setting a punishing pace. His rhythm now was much faster than before, filling John fully with each thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against one another filling the room.
“No ones ever gotten the better of you, have they? There’s no one bigger. No one stronger. No one willing to give the mighty Homelander the thorough fucking you deserve. No one but me.”
John’s fingertips dug into the tabletop, his other still steady on his cock with the time of Ben’s punishing thrusts. He felt warm— too warm— and assumed it was because of the other Supe and definitely not because there was a humiliating feeling deep in his guts.
“You fucking love this. You’re gonna to get addicted to it and then you’re gonna make me co-captain of the Seven because you’re not ever gettin’ me out of your brain now, baby.”
The last word was growled out and John clenched his jaw tight to stop the loud moan he had bubbling up inside of him. His cheeks felt like they were about to burst into flames, an uncharacteristic blush high on the skin across his cheeks and nose.
“We’re going to have so many Supe meetings with my cum in you, and no one is gonna know the most powerful man in the world loves his ass pounded by his second in command.”
John couldn’t help the noise that escaped his lips when Ben’s orgasm hit him, the feeling of a burning warmth flooding him from the inside made trying to stave off his own orgasm that much harder. Ben rutted deeply against him, groaning low and long as he emptied himself into the consuming tightness of John’s body. He held onto his cock like a goddamned vice and it made Ben’s head swim in the best way.
His cock was still twitching as he continued to fuck John, cum leaking out with every slick slide and beginning to run down his taint to his balls.
“You have sixty seconds to cum on my cock like the touch starved slut you are.”
John barely needed six goddamn seconds before he was painting the tabletop with thick white ropes of his release, a booming shout coming from somewhere deep inside him as he pressed his forehead to the table and fucked himself on Ben’s still-hard prick with reckless abandon.
When he was spent, breath coming in sharp inhales, he felt Ben pull out and suddenly he was all too aware of the feeling of the others spend spilling from him and just how empty he felt, despite still riding the high of what may have been the best orgasm he’d never had in his life.
Ben grabbed John by his ankles, dragging him back towards him as he got off the table, grabbing at his hair again and pushing him face first into the mess he’d left on the tabletop.
“Clean it.” He barked out, using his free hand to tuck himself back into his uniform.
When John didn’t obey immediately, Ben took to slamming his face several times into the tabletop before growling out the order again.
“I said fucking clean it, all of it, or I just might have to tell the rest of the world what a cock hungry slut America’s Boy Scout is.”
John’s head ached momentarily with the attack, his eyes narrowed and a dull red as he glared at Ben, finally dragging his tongue through the cum. He grimaced but cleaned it all begrudgingly, feeling Ben pull his suits pants back up as he did. He still had cum all over himself but Ben didn’t seem to care, and tossed him the upper portion of his outfit when he was done with his task.
He dressed slightly awkwardly, the burn and throb of his ass being stretched over Ben’s massive cock already beginning to heal and ebb away. What didn’t change, though, was the others release still leaking from him, becoming more and more noticeable every time he moved.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Ben started, going over to the door and opening it when a knock came, “But I figured we would make a formal announcement to the team. Together.”
John very nearly tripped over his own feet when he saw the rest of his team stroll in, but regained his composure quickly and stole a glare at Ben as he came up beside him and slapped him between the shoulders as if nothing had happened.
“Smells like a gym locker room in here.” The Deep muttered to Black Noir, whom had frozen mid-stride to stare down the face in front of him.
“Holy shit, is that… Soldier Boy?”
Ben grinned and saluted at the plucky young blonde in the white and gold uniform that was staring at him with wide eyes. She looked like a damn deer in headlights.
“Yes ma’am it is. Livin’ and breathin’.”
John’s mouth twitched upwards in a smile, thanking whatever god may exist that his cape was more than long enough to cover the fabric he knew was being stained with the remnants of Ben’s release. Having the Supe on their side instead of anyone else’s was beneficial though and he definitely didn’t hate what had just happened— in fact, not having to think about anything except not coming until Ben told him to had been fantastic.
“I wanted to call you all in here to share the great news.” He said, his arm going around Ben’s and giving a squeeze, “Soldier Boy here has accepted my offer to be a part of the Seven, and my co-captain. From now on, you’ll report to both of us.”
Ben grinned as he spared a glance at John, then back to the rest of the team.
“I’m just so damn happy to be here and be around other Supes as a part of a team again… Black Noir, I can’t wait to catch up.”
He joined the others at the conference table and pushed a chair out for John, barely hiding the smirk as the other sat down somewhat awkwardly, struggling not to make a face.
“I’m sure with Homelander here to help, I’ll catch on quick and I just hope to make you all proud.”
Ben subtly gripped John’s muscular thigh under the table and was only mildly surprised when the Supe responded with a hand on top of Ben’s, bringing it slightly higher on his thigh. Ben gave a firm squeeze, knowing it was going to be easy to get used to this.