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"Good luck, son." Those three words and the hand on his shoulder were enough to take back what he said to his father merely seconds ago. He couldn't just let him go! He was the only family he had left. He had to do something.
He rushed to put the older man into a chokehold. He felt him struggle in his grip. He kept going. Kept holding on. Even as he felt the man stop struggling and lose his consciousness. Only then did he let go. In more ways then one. As his grip loosened, his father's body slumped to the floor, the tears began to trickle down his face.
"I love you." Three words that in combination had left his lips so rarely he could count the instances on one hand. "I love you." He repeated himself. Tears now dripping into his father's hair. He could smell his shampoo, it was the one he had provided for him. One of the few things that he had so graciously given him that didn't end up rejected.
He gently let the man go. His head laid right in front of his knees. He cradled the man's face. He looked peaceful. He thought back to when his father's unconscious body was in the cryo pod. He'd spend at least an hour every single day looking at him, always had that exact same expression on his face. Always thinking of setting him free but never doing it until recently. What a mistake that had been. He already knew that everyone he loved would always try to leave him somehow. He couldn't leave him when he was frozen in pose. Locked up in his pod eternally.
"Why." He quietly sobbed to nobody but himself while he climbed over his father's body and laid his face on his chest. "Why wouldn't you just-" he couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't need to.
He lifted up his head, held up his father's face in both hands. His lips ever so slightly parted. He'd thought about doing it many many times. But he'd never had the chance to do it. Always secretly hoped that his father would just force himself upon him one day. Sparing him the effort of having to initiate.
Without thinking about it more than he already had, Homelander kissed his father. Not even bothering with a chaste kiss on the lips first. He needed to taste him. He tasted exactly as one would expect. Disgusting. But he didn't care. He even tilted his father's head just so he could kiss him better.
He pulled away after a solid minute of making out with Soldier Boy's body. It wasn't enough. He wanted the man awake. Kissing him back. Violating him. But he just didn't even want to fucking stay near him.
Homelander began to smile and laugh while the tears continued to stream down his face. This all felt like a cruel fucking joke. After so long, he finally had a father. And yet he couldn't get him to stay. No matter what he did. He balled and raised his fist above his father's face.
He punched him. Hard. His expression remained peaceful. It almost felt like he was being mocked. It only made him angrier. "I hate you..." He whispered out between sobs. He didn't mean it. He punched again. And then again. And then again. And then again. He wasn't sure if he'd heard bones cracking or not.
He was huffing and puffing. Not from exhaustion. He looked at his bloodstained gloved fist, then his father's face. Blood all over both. "Why..." He sobbed again. "Why do you make me do this..." He leaned down and licked up the blood from his face. Tasted good. He knew his father got around but he wondered if anyone else had tasted his blood before or if, perhaps, he was the first?
After licking the worst of the mess off the man's face, he kissed him again. There was blood in his mouth too. It only turned him on. "I'm sorry, dad..." he couldn't help but grind down against him. Softly moaning as he did. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so aroused.
The friction barely got through his suit. It chafed uncomfortably. He reluctantly removed his hands from his father's body to pull his pants down just enough to pull his dick out.
"I- I don't hate you... I never could..." He admitted while cradling his cheek with one hand. It was the truth. He truly had nothing but love in his heart for his father. He had no idea what had made him say that. His father just didn't understand! He'd put him back to where he couldn't just up and leave him. It was what was best for the both of them. They belonged together. As painful as it was going to be that he wouldn't be able to touch him or talk to him. He missed him already, even though he was right underneath him.
"I love you. Dad." He repeated himself. He kissed him again. Slowly jerking himself off against the body underneath him too. The glove felt terrible on him. They chafed even worse than the fabric of his suit. The pain outweighed the pleasure. Normally he didn't care, he hadn't jerked off in years by now anyway. And taking them off was not an option.
He then had another idea. He hadn't actually tried this before so he wasn't sure if it would even work. But he needed this.
Undoing Soldier Boy's belt was a little difficult due to his own impatience. He could just rip it off his body, but he wanted the entire suit to stay intact. He knew how much it meant to his father. He didn't know what he'd do with it right now, but he certainly wouldn't want to damage a single part of it.
It only took him a little less than half a minute to pull his father's cock out of his pants. He'd seen it before, but only while limp, like right now.
Homelander straddled his father, attempting to line up the both of them. He moaned as their cocks came into contact. He pathetically thrusted his hips against Soldier Boy's dick. The latter was still limp.
"Come on dad... please..." he just wanted him. Even as he was unconscious he was denying him what he wanted. He didn't care too much. He kept humping against him. Gloved fingers digging into the man's arms.
He still wasn't getting hard at all. Tears still dripped down Homelanders cheeks. Suddenly Soldier Boy's hands came into his field of vision. He had another idea.
Homelander grabbed his father's hand. The gloves felt a lot better than his. How he wished this could be happening in a different way. He wanted to be forcefully bent over and taken. He wanted it to hurt. Even if he would never dare express it of course. He was disgusted at himself with himself for even thinking of it. That after all this time, even though he was God himself, he still longed for another ones touch. He was still a fucking mess.
He almost couldn't believe he was really doing this. He closed the hand around his cock. Not bothering to redress his father right now.
"Ah... fuck..." it felt so much better than his own hand. He'd never thought he'd be so happy over his father having fingerless gloves. He'd imagined the man shoving them inside him, but actually feeling them on him was a different experience.
Homelander used both his hands to keep Soldier Boy's hand from loosening up while he pathetically thrusted into it. He imagined that it was his father jerking him off rather reluctantly. Insulting him as he did it. He wanted it so fucking bad. It felt so good.
"Mgh..." he suddenly heard from underneath him, accompanied by some coughing. Oh fuck. He'd been too engrossed in his own fantasies to notice that his father had regained consciousness. He started to panic a little when he opened his eyes to see him stirring awake.
"What the fu-" Soldier Boy couldn't finish his sentence before Homelander almost reflexively choked the man out yet again. He resisted less this time. Went down quicker. Still weak from having been choked out previously. He still made the same noises.
"I'm so sorry, father." Homelander started to cry again. He'd hated hurting him. But it had to be.
He loosened his grip again as he felt the resistance stop. He didn't want to go too far after all. He'd had enough people leave him. He wouldn't let him do that. And he would never be able to forgive himself if he did kill his own father.
He couldn't bear to look at the faint marks he'd made around his throat for the short time they lasted before fading like the rest of his wounds. It pained him. He closed his eyes again and held his father's hand in place like before. The shock hadn't made him go flaccid at all, somehow.
"Dad, I love you..." he whispered as he got close. He couldn't remember the last time he got off and actually enjoyed the entire process, not just the climax.
He moaned and tightly gripped Soldier Boy as he came. Thick white spurts all over his previously clean suit. After he caught his breath, Homelander realized what he had done. He'd gotten his father's precious costume all dirty.
Homelander unfortunately knew that he'd have to hurry up and put him back into the cryo pod already if he didn't want him to wake up yet again. He could of course just choke him out again, but it pained him to do so.
He carefully took all his clothes off, cleaning off the blood from his skin too, he wanted him to be clean before he went back into the pod. He'd wash the clothes and put them somewhere safe. Somewhere nobody else would ever touch them. Get them dirty like he did. Whoever touched them that wasn't him, he'd feed them every single one of their own fucking fingers until there were none left.
Tearing up again, he put the now naked man into the pod, fastened the straps and locked him inside. He watched as his father was once again frozen in pose, locked up eternally. He'd never leave him. They'd be together forever and ever.