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It was no secret that before all this started, Hughie was a fan of supes. He used to have all the posters hanging up in his room, the action figures in display cases, and had even seen all the movies. Soldier Boy was no exception to that, and in fact, had once been one of his favorite superheroes.
However, that was before discovering that most supes are terrible people, and Hughie's hero worship faded away. Watching Soldier Boy now, snorting bennies and drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey, Hughie knew that most of what he learned about him was probably fabricated as well, but it didn't stop him from being fascinated with him. Hughie couldn't keep his eyes off of him.
While Butcher gave him the spiel of why they should work together, Hughie's eyes darted to Soldier Boy's shield. He remembered making a replica of it once when he was in middle school, but it was no where as detailed as the actual one.
Curious, Hughie leaned over and tried to pick it up, grunting softly when he found that he couldn't. The way Soldier Boy used it made it look weightless. Hughie knew supes were super strong, but he still found it interesting that it was so heavy. Did it aid in the durability of it? Or was simply for combat reasons? He almost wanted to ask Soldier Boy, but thought the pestering wouldn't be appreciated. Then suddenly-
"Hands off the fucking shield." Soldier Boy warned him, and Hughie quickly backed off.
Butcher continued on with what he and Hughie brought to the table, before finishing with, "We're here to help you find your way."
Soldier Boy didn't seem impressed, "Well I can find my way on my own."
Hughie exchanged a look with Butcher before jumping in, "Uh, are you sure? I mean, do you know what a GPS is?" He started with, "Or bluetooth? Or I mean, the internet?" He nervously chuckled, flashing a smile.
For a second, Soldier Boy just stared at him with calculating eyes. Hughie did his best not to wilt under his attention, holding his gaze. His eyes were green flecked with gold and for some reason, staring into them caused his heart to speed up.
Finally, Soldier Boy pointed a finger at Hughie, "You made those words up," He declared.
It took a lot of willpower for Hughie not to laugh. It was to be expected for Soldier Boy not to know much about the current world, he had been locked away for quite some time, but his cluelessness was oddly endearing. His statement was so genuine, Hughie almost felt bad correcting him.
"No, no, no. Those are real words," Hughie said, "And you need those to find them. You need us." He tried to sound convincing, and hoped he pulled it off.
It was silent again for a moment, and Soldier Boy took another bite of his burger before he went back to staring at Hughie. His eyes scanned him over, seemingly mulling over what he said, and Hughie couldn't help but shiver.
"Kid's right," Butcher jumped in, "And all we ask in return is that you add one more name to the list."
Another beat of silence, and Hughie still found his eyes locked with Soldier Boy's. Soldier Boy seemed to be just as fascinated with Hughie as Hughie was with him, and he couldn't help but wonder why. Finally, Soldier Boy tore his gaze away from Hughie, glancing over at Butcher. The two continued talking, but all Hughie could focus on now was Soldier Boy.
At least one thing was certain - he wasn't what he expected.
Eventually, Butcher left to gather some intel, leaving Hughie alone with Soldier Boy. He felt a bit nervous about it at first, but found that talking to him was easy enough. Soldier Boy kept pointing things out on the TV and asking questions that Hughie was more than happy to answer. Sometimes, Soldier Boy would look so bewildered at his answers that Hughie would have to bite down on his lip to stop from laughing.
Despite some of his more offensive comments, it was hard imagining Soldier Boy as some monster equivalent to Homelander. Hughie knew of the destruction he had caused in the past, not only to MM's family, but to others as well, but sitting here, talking to him, it felt oddly normal. It was hard imagining that he would purposefully go out of his way to hurt somebody, but Hughie usually hoped for the best in the people and was often disappointed.
Finally, Hughie couldn't stand it anymore and had to find out, "Hey, can I ask you something?" He started with, slightly hesitating before continuing, "What happened in Midtown?"
Soldier Boy glanced at him before turning his head away. His features were solemn. "I don't know," He admitted, looking vulnerable when he did.
Hughie couldn't help but push on, "I mean, your team wasn't there, so did someone do anything or say anything-"
"I said I don't know!" Soldier Boy snapped, and Hughie instantly backed off.
"Okay, okay, yeah," Hughie said sitting back, trying to give the man his distance.
Soldier Boy looked forlorn, his eyes darting between the ground and Hughie's face. His expression reminded Hughie of a wounded animal, and he suddenly felt bad for inquiring at all.
Eventually Soldier Boy spoke up, "I blacked out," He admitted, looking guilty, "About ten minutes. And when I came to, the damage was done."
Their eyes met yet again, and Hughie could see the pain in Soldier Boy's face.
"I didn't mean to hurt those people," Soldier Boy said, almost like he was yearning for Hughie to understand, "I'm not a bad guy," He pleaded.
Hughie wanted to believe him. His face seemed so sincere, and his words felt true, but he had to check, "But that won't happen again... right?"
"Only if they got it coming," Soldier Boy said solemnly, and while the answer didn't comfort Hughie, it felt like the truth.
Hughie swallowed before nodding. He knew what it was like to want revenge. It was all he ever wanted since Robin was blown to bits. For years, Soldier Boy was tortured, and he couldn't imagine what the felt like. To be tested on, experimented on, treated like nothing but a test subject. Hughie suddenly wondered how long it had been since Soldier Boy had heard his own name, and it made him want to know it.
"Hey, if you don't mind me asking," Hughie started off with again, always timid, always nervous, "What's your name?"
The question seemed to startle Soldier Boy, "What?" He asked.
"I just... I keep calling you 'Soldier Boy' in my head, and it just feels a little rude, since we're working together and everything," Hughie rambled, suddenly nervous, "I mean, you don't have to tell me, it's okay, I understand-"
"It's Ben," Soldier Boy- No, Ben, cut him off, and Hughie was pleased to hear it.
"Well it's nice to officially meet you Ben," Hughie chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I'm Hughie," He added, but he was unsure if Ben cared.
"Hughie," Ben tested the name out in his mouth, and for some reason, Hughie liked hearing him say it.
"Well, Hughie," Ben began, reaching over to the table and grabbing a second cup, "You're not gonna let a man drink alone, are you?" He asked, pouring some of his whiskey into it, pushing the cup into Hughie's hands.
Hughie started stuttering objections, but one look from Ben shut him right up. He just quickly mumbled a "Thanks," and then took a gulp, nearly choking when he did. He coughed for a second, and when he looked up, Ben looked amused. Hughie was embarrassed, his cheeks heating up, and that only caused Ben to smile wider.
"Cheers," Ben said, holding out his cup to Hughie. Hughie gave him a nervous look that caused him to chuckle, but none the less, Hughie bumped his cup against Ben's and took another gulp, coughing even harder the second time.
Ben only laughed, "Jesus kid, you remind me of Swatto," He reminisced, "That guy could not handle his alcohol," He chuckled into his cup, taking another drink.
He looked up at Hughie before shrugging, "Don't worry though," He smirked, "At least you're cute."
Hughie's eyes widened; that was the last thing he was expecting Ben to say. "I, um, uh, thanks?" He stuttered out, his face heating up.
"Hmm," Ben seemed to be analyzing his face, "You know what Hughie? You got some pretty lips," He commented, moving to sit next to Hughie on the couch, tilting his head as he stared Hughie down. Hughie breath quickened and he tensed up, not wanting to lean away, but not wanting to lean closer either, "Prettier than most girls I've seen," Ben chuckled.
Suddenly, Ben reached out and grabbed Hughie's face, much to his surprise. His thumb traced around his lips, circling them. Then, he pressed on, pushing his thumb into Hughie's mouth.
Nervous, Hughie didn't do anything at first. His hesitancy disappeared when his eyes darted back up into Ben's eyes. His eyes were dark, his pupils wide, and Hughie was completely enraptured. Without really thinking, he began sucking on the thumb in his mouth and Ben groaned.
"It's been a while since I've got my dick wet," He said crudely, pushing his thumb in and out of Hughie's mouth, looking pleased as he did, "Think you can help with that, Hughie?" He smirked.
Hughie knew he should say no. This wasn't a good idea. Him and Butcher needed to team up with Soldier Boy, and this would only complicate matters. And on top of it all, Soldier Boy had committed awful atrocities. Hughie should want nothing to do with him.
Yet he found himself mesmerized by his strong jaw, his wide shoulders, his deep voice. He's captivated with the sadness in his eyes. It's impossible to say no.
Instead of saying anything at all, Hughie just moves off the couch and onto his knees, kneeling in front of Ben. Ben's smirk widens, and he reaches out again, this time, pushing his hand through Hughie's hair. His fingers tighten in his curls, and he pulls him closer.
"That's a good boy," Ben says appreciatively, and Hughie flushes at the praise.
At first, Hughie is unsure on how to proceed, but then Ben shifts his hips, pushing his sweatpants down, and pulling himself out from under the elastic band. He began stroking his cock before looking down at Hughie, "Are you going to make me do all the work?"
Hughie jolted at that, reaching forward and wrapping his own hand around Ben's dick. He gave a few experimental pulls, it hardening under his touch, and Hughie could feel the arousal building in his own stomach as it did. Leaning forward, he licked a stripe from the base to the tip before taking the tip into his mouth. Ben groaned, his hand reaching out and landing in Hughie's hair again. He seemed to like the curls.
"Yeah, that's it," Ben grunted as Hughie pushed forward more, taking more of him into his mouth. Ben's dick was bigger than he was expecting, so he wasn't able to take it all, but he stroked what he couldn't mouth with his hand.
"I think you take more than that, sweetheart," Ben said after a moment, his hand tightening in Hughie's hair. That was his only warning before Ben was yanking him down, thrusting his hips up until he was buried completely in Hughie's mouth. He pulled back before pushing forward again, thrusting over and over into his mouth. Hughie gagged but took it, salvia pooling and dripping out of the sides of his mouth.
Hughie himself was getting hard. He didn't quite know why, but he found himself quite turned on by Ben's manhandling. He wanted to touch himself, but was embarrassed to do so. When he finally did, Ben hummed disapprovingly and pulled his hand away.
"You'll get your turn," He said, holding his wrist tight in his hand, the other still pushing Hughie's head up and down. Hughie moaned and nodded, moving his head with Ben's motions.
Hughie could feel Ben getting close. His hips were stuttering and his breath was shaky. He thrust once, twice, three times before pushing himself all the way in Hughie's mouth, shooting cum in his mouth and down his throat.
Moaning, Hughie could do nothing but take it, Ben's supe strength bleeding through as he orgasmed, holding Hughie in place with a strong grip. Ben was breathing heavily as he pulled out, his hand pushing Hughie's mouth shut. Hughie took the hint and swallowed, going one step further to lick the few drops that had made it to his lips. Ben stroked his face in response, and to Hughie, it almost felt fond in nature.
Suddenly, Ben was pulling Hughie up by the shoulders and started pushing him towards the bed. It was at that instant that Hughie noticed that Ben was still hard, most likely due to his refractory period as a supe. Hughie wondered just how long he could last.
"This time, I want to be inside you," Ben grunted, pushing Hughie's shirt up and over his head before moving to his pants, undoing the button and quickly yanking them down. It was then that Hughie decided that he wanted to see Ben too, more than just his bottom half anyways, and he started pushing the baseball jersey Ben was wearing off his shoulders. He seemed surprised, glancing at Hughie in alarm, before conceding. The tank top he had underneath came off next, and soon, the two were both nude.
Ben leaned forward and pushed Hughie to the bed, climbing on top of him. The skin to skin contact made Ben shiver, before he paused completely. It made Hughie wonder just how long it had been since Ben had experienced any skin to skin contact with anyone, and it made him feel sad for him. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around Ben, drawing him closer before leaning up and gently pressing their lips together.
The action caused Ben to still completely. Hughie had thought he had made a mistake at first, and was about to pull away, when Ben suddenly reached up and cupped his cheek, deepening the kiss. Their lips moved together for a moment before Ben bit his lip and Hughie gasped, Ben pushing his tongue into his mouth when he did. They explored each other's mouths while rutting against each other, until they wanted more.
Pulling away, Ben once again brought his hand up to Hughie's mouth, "Open up," He instructed, this time pushing his index and middle finger inside, "Make sure you get them nice and wet," He said.
Hughie nodded, sucking them sloppily. When he was done, Ben reached down towards his ass and pressed the wet fingers to his hole. He circled it for a second, watching as Hughie moaned. Finally, he pushed his index finger inside, Hughie gasping when he did. Ben pressed all the way to the knuckle before pulling and and pushing back in. After a few strokes, he added his second finger, Hughie withering underneath him.
"You're taking it so well, sweetheart," Ben praised, causing Hughie to blush again. He began scissoring his fingers, twisting them as he prepared Hughie. Getting impatient, he pulled them out and spit into his hand, coating his dick with it. He knew it wasn't much, that it would still burn a bit, but Ben had nothing else and he was desperate.
Leaning down, Ben spit directly onto Hughie's hole, causing him to gasp. Then he pushed his hips forward and pressed the tip of his cock to Hughie's hole. He didn't give much warning before pushing forward, Hughie groaning as he did.
Ben let out a loud moan as the tightness enveloped him. He kept pushing forward, feeling Hughie's hole stretching to accommodate him, and he didn't stop until he was buried all the way to the hilt. He waited for a second, wanting to let Hughie get used to his girth, but soon became impatient.
Pulling out, Ben slammed back in and Hughie's hands scrambled to grip the bed sheets. It was painful at first, but it soon gave way to pleasure, and Hughie found himself moaning as Ben pounded into him. Ben's hands were on his hips, guiding him as he pushed himself in and out of Hughie, his eyes watching as his cock stretched Hughie's pink hole.
Changing his angle, it seemed like Ben was searching for something, and Hughie wasn't quite sure what until he found it. Suddenly, Ben's dick was striking his prostate with every stroke, and Hughie couldn't help but moan loudly.
"That's it," Ben smirked as he thrust in and out, "I want you to cum from this alone, you hear me?" He instructed, causing Hughie to groan. His dick was red and leaking , bouncing every time Ben thrust. He was desperate to touch it, but he didn't want to disobey.
As Ben's second orgasm approached, his hands on Hughie's hips grew tighter. Uncomfortably tight. Hughie groaned painfully, which went unnoticed at first. He pressed his hands to Ben's, lacing his fingers with Ben's, and lightly tugged. Ben's eyes darted to his, and he got the idea. Moving his hands to the headboard behind him, he continued pushing in and out. The simple action turned Hughie on even more - Ben seemed to care about his well being.
Ben was fucking him nice and deep, and after a few more calculated strokes that landed on his prostate, he could feel his own orgasm coming. He was surprised, he never would he have thought that he'd be able to cum untouched, but here he was.
"That a boy," Ben praised, feeling Hughie's orgasm coming on by the way his ass started clenching. The praise was the final straw for Hughie, and suddenly, he was shooting ropes of cum between the two of them. It was messy, but neither cared.
A moment later, the headboard cracked behind them, Ben unable to hold back anymore. Hughie's own orgasm had pushed him over the edge. He pushed himself all the way in, his cock pulsing as he filled Hughie with his own load. Hughie moaned, feeling it fill him.
They sat like that for a moment, breathing heavily, Ben's cock still inside Hughie. Their eyes never left one another. Ben looked unsure, but after a moment, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Hughie's lips. Hughie was surprised but didn't hesitate to return it.
After a couple of minutes like that, Ben finally pulled himself out, his cum leaking from Hughie's ass. He grabbed one of their shirts off the ground and used it to clean them up. Hughie watched him as he did, unsure of where this softness was coming from. Once Ben was done, he grabbed Hughie once more and pulled him to his chest, laying down against the bed.
Hughie wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. His desire must've of been evident on his face though, because Ben gave him a look and said, "Just shut up," before pulling him closer, wrapping his arms around Hughie's torso.
In response, Hughie just relaxed into his embrace, pressing his face into Ben's neck after a moment. The two stayed like that as they drifted off into a restful sleep, better than either had experienced in a long time.