The boys: Soldier boy x Sara
Sara did not like going to the Vaught Tower. It never felt like Home but rather one of those corporate meetings she often had with her marketing team. It felt impersonal, empty, and unwelcoming. However, she liked to visit Homelander and Ryan and was willing to overlook how uncomfortable she felt there. She did not keep up with the latest developments at Vaught, but she understood that there had been a massive shift in the atmosphere. Everyone was afraid. Humans and supes alike.
She thought that as long as she did not interfere with whatever shit was happening, she could ignore it. For the longest time, that seemed to be working for her. Today was an exception, though. She was able to see Homelander and Ryan for a couple of hours, but something came up, and her visit was cut short by the emergency. As soon as Homelander and Ryan left the tower, she was left alone in his room, and Soldier Boy broke into the place, unannounced. He was visibly upset, his jaw was tight, and his fists clenched. He yelled “Homelander,” and his voice echoed through the room, making Sara squirm and gasp. She quickly stood up, ready to use her powers to protect herself, but as soon as she saw who was in the room, her arms dropped on either side of her frame, and her fingers held onto the hem of her skirt.
“He left with Ryan an hour ago.” was all she could say. Her chest started to heave up and down, and she swallowed a lump.- “I can take a message for him, if…. You don’t mind.” - She was treading carefully. Soldier boy was known to be extremely powerful but also very volatile, and she did not want to piss him off, especially since no one could protect her.-
“And who the fuck are you?” - His frown grew harder-
“Sara…. Homelander’s girlfriend…. Sara Richardson, Sir.” -her breathing was sharp, but she held onto her skirt tighter-
He blinked upon hearing her claims. Ridiculous! His…offspring, dating a black woman? He cleared his throat and tilted his head to the side while he narrowed his eyes. In his time, exotic women were for the fucking. You had fun with them, but you never dated them. You never settled for one. So, for him, it was insulting to even imagine his "offspring" entertaining the idea of dating a black woman. He tilted his head to the right and furrowed one brow.
“Come again!?”
“I… I’m Homelander’s girlfriend! Sara, Soldier Boy...Sir.” -She stumbled on her words, hoping that he would not be mad at her-
“That motherfucker!!" -He yelled, lifting the corner of his upper lip- "I did not think he could hate… B--But why?”
“Why what?” She furrowed her brows. What exactly did he want to say? In the pit of her stomach, the young woman knew exactly what he wanted to say. Her lips quivered, but she kept a strong face-
“Why is he dating you? Is it a fetish? I didn’t think he had jungle fever with all the wannabe fascist shit he’s trying to pull. Are you his pet or something?” -Each word that came out of his lips felt like a knife tearing up her flesh. She could feel his disgust, his disapproval, and perhaps some envy, too. It was confusing-
“Watch your mouth!”- She warned, angry at the mere thought that her relationship was not taken seriously-
“Or what? Are you afraid I am right? Why are you with him? Is it money? Is it fame?” -He still could not understand what he had just heard. Something stirred inside him, but he could not figure out what that was, except a deep anger that was slowly turning into blinding rage-
“I’m a fucking megastar! I don’t need Homelander for money or fame! I /chose/ to be with him.” -Her tongue was sharp now as she was heated.-
She heard a lot of things from people when her relationship with Homelander became public. They faced an onslaught of hatred and insults. Homelander was spared those insults, given how powerful he was both figuratively and politically. However, Sara got the brunt of the hatred towards them. She was at fault, a deceiver of their great lord and savior, unworthy of being his love for a myriad of reasons. Some thought she was not pretty enough. Others simply did not like the fact that she was a black woman. Some hoped Homelander would have chosen a slender woman. Sara quickly learned to behave the same way she did with her haters when she started her career: To ignore and rise above those poisonous words.
She had to take it to her face and pretend that it did not affect her when deep down she was trying not to drown in her own fear and heartbreak. It took a while to get used to it, and perhaps some more time to completely immunize herself against these words, but in front of Soldier Boy, Sara was not sure about how it would end. If he wanted, he could snap her body in two. If he wanted, he could make her suffer a thousand deaths, and despite knowing she was Homelander's girlfriend, he would not stop himself from doing whatever he wanted to do to her. Best-case scenario, Soldier Boy killed her on the spot. Worst-case scenario, he would want to do something else, degrade her, maybe? Torture her, eventually? She did not know what to expect and slowly prepared for the worst to happen.
“Ooohh, I see! You’re a freak like him. What’s your thing? Lasered tits? Spanking?” -His tone had changed. There still was this bubbling rage under the surface, but she could also feel a growing interest in her, in what made her special and what drove his "offsprings" towards her. Soldier Boy wanted to understand, and she was starting to notice it. the curiosity. the need to deride Homelander, the deep hatred he had for him.-
“What is wrong with you!!?” She asked in disbelief.
Sara could feel it. Soldier boy was studying her, his green eyes focused on her like a hawk. She was beautiful. That much he could tell and admit to himself. She had the most intriguing features, with those plump lips of hers, her eyes were black, deep onyx orbs that were staring at him. Soldier Boy swallowed a lump and stroked his chin. She was hot! He could see her thick thighs, her wide hips (and guessed she had a fat ass). He could see her large breasts, all-natural like he liked them, and her long, silky black hair. He noticed her freckles, and that caught his attention. Soldier boy tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brows.
“What’s with your skin?” -He decided to close the distance between the two of them. He realized that she was extremely nervous, perhaps scared of him. It made him stop in his tracks and stay a few steps away from her. Why was she scared of him? Women usually threw themselves at him in droves, and very few resisted him. -They weren't pretty anyway, so he did not care about it- but it bothered him more and more to see that she was still very loyal to Homelander-
“What?”
“Is it a condition or something?”
“Freckles…. Why do you care?” She was defensive, protective of her body. She did not like the way he spoke about it, as if she were a freak. She also did not like the way he was looking at her.
Sara knew desire when she saw it. Something about Soldier Boy was attracted, she could tell, but Sara was not stupid. She knew he did not like Homelander and might just want to mess with his son. Rumours had it that he slept with Firecracker to get back at Homelander, as he thought they were an item. With Sara claiming to be his girlfriend, perhaps what drove him towards Firecracker was driving him towards Sara. Perhaps, he only saw her as a sex doll, someone to fuck and discard after he used her. Perhaps he did not believe that Sara could be loyal to Homelander. Either way, she did not like the way he was gawking at her and talking to her so dismissively.
"Well, young lady, pardon my French, but I don't understand why the fuck you and Homelander are a thing. Now that I see you up close, I can see that you are a hot piece of chocolate, and I can understand why he would want to dip into you. I also don't believe that this freak can love anyone but himself. So if he's with you, it's just sex, and if it's just sex, that means I can fuck you too."
Her reaction was immediate. She closed the distance and slapped him. It was a hard slap. A strong and hard slap that made him turn his head to the side and stroke his cheek. He licked his bottom lip, surprised by her boldness but appreciating it all the same. She did not like to hear him claim that Homelander was just using her like a living sex-doll, and even less his proposal to fuck her too. She wasn't a slut, and she would not let him insult her. So she was not a pushover either.
"You're bold. I give you that. Normally, anyone who lays a hand on me does not live to tell the tale." -He grunted, and she took a couple of steps back, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him- "So you're not a slut. You're not with Homelander for sex. You claim to love him? You claim he loves you?"
"It's none of your business. If you want to kill me, do so now, but Homelander would hunt your ass and would fucking kill you! I don't deal with disrespect, and you were acting like a cunt moments ago. Now, He's not here. He asked me to wait for him and Ryan, and I want to. I suggest you leave, and I suggest you get your hands off me." -He released her waist nd she took a couple of steps back- " And for the record, even if you paid me a billion dollars, I would not cheat on Homelander, especially not with his father. I love him, and you don't have to understand. I don't have to explain myself to you. Your son loves me, and we have something genuine! so Fuck off!"
"I don't take orders, Miss. I don't fucking take orders! Especially not from women and especially not from someone like you." -He grabbed her arm and squeezed it hard, eliciting a painful groan from Sara that quickly turned into noisy supplications- "Homelander is not here, so I could do whatever I want to do to you." -He was bruising her and fear strangled her- "I could fucking take you right there and mark you with my scent if I wanted."
"You're an asshole....Not a rapist...Get off me!!... Please! Please.." -She cried out while wiggling to escape his grip-
There was what he wanted to see. Fear. Good old-fashioned fear. He watched her chest heave up and down, her legs shake, her eyes fill up with unshed tears. Sara was not exactly a brave person; it was the opposite. She was self-serving; she wanted to survive and was willing to do anything to stay alive. Her heart was racing against her ribcage, and he noticed that she was wetting her shirt...and it strongly smelled like milk. Milk? He released her hand as his nogging worked fast. Was she a new mother? He had not seen a baby when he walked into the room. She did not mention a baby either. Was it her power? He was distracted by her wet shirt, so much so that he released her wrist.
"Is it your power?"
"No, sir.... I control gravity."
"Are you a new mother?" -She shook her head- " Side effect of your power?" -She nodded-
"Yes, Sir....when I'm afraid....When I'm aroused..." - She chose to answer truthfully as it seemed to be helping her.- "Please... don't hurt me anymore."
"I see. I won't hurt you. I'm not that big of a dick."
He was annoyed at her reaction to him. Annoyed and aroused at the same time. Annoyed and angry. The rage that was bubbling at the surface was threatening to spill out as Soldier Boy's hatred for Homelander only grew bigger. It was suffocating him. He groaned and quickly left the room. Sara intrigued him in a twisted way. He had to have her, not because he was attracted to her, but because he wanted to use her against his son. He knew that if he fucked her, Homelander would unravel, and he would get back at him. Besides, it would not be such a drag since Sara was hot. It annoyed him that she looked at him as if he were a monster; that part bothered him more than he wanted to admit, but he did not want to think about that or what he could do to help her change her mind. He left the floor and walked back to his quarters. He had ammo against Homelander and decided to store the knowledge somewhere in his mind so he could use it against him later on. Oh, yes, he will.
-TBC-
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