Soldier Boy’s POV

“What the fuck is this?” Soldier Boy grunts, not quite sure what he’s even fuckin’ looking at. 

He looks at Ashley next, prompting a response, and she gives him a bright smile, jumping into her usual sales pitch voice. 

“This is your new campaign to get your ratings up,” she explains cheerfully, before blinking at him expectantly. 

“No! No fucking way, I’m not doing it,” the supe refuses, looking back at the mock advert that they want to plaster around town. 

It’s an old photo of him with Crimson, his arm around her as they posed for a photo that was taken around the time of World War II, but the thing that bothers him most is the writing beneath them. 

“Love never dies – America’s Sweethearts are Reunited” 

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me that you want me to play happy fuckin’ families with that traitorous bitch,” he growls through gritted teeth. 

“There there, Ben, this traitorous bitch has feelings, and you’re hurting them.” 

Soldier Boy clenches his jaw at the sound of Crimson’s voice and turns around to see her swan in. Just the sight of her only confirms what he’d already been thinking. 

“No fucking way, I’m not doing it,” he repeats, looking back at Ashley adamantly.

“You need the ratings,” Ashley protests, her smile wavering slightly as she reaches up to start playing with her hair. 

Soldier Boy scoffs at the insinuation, shaking his head. 

“I need fuck all,” he snaps, glaring at her. “My welcome back party was a huge success, everyone still loves me.” 

Ashley takes a deep breath and forces a smile back to her lips. 

“You’re down four points since the word got out about you dancing with that underage girl, “who – by the way – is missing. Any ideas on that one?” 

Soldier Boy smirks at the redhead, wondering just how brave she’s feeling, but before Ashley can add to the hole she’s digging, or try to climb out of it if she’s smart, Crimson speaks up again. 

“C’mon Ben, for old times’ sake?” she purrs, stepping closer to him. “We weren’t that bad, right? In fact, I remember we were pretty good.”

Soldier Boy stares her down for a moment or two, wanting to slap that stupid smug grin off of her fake face. 

“All you want is to piggyback off my popularity again,” he scoffs, calling her out.

“What popularity, sweetheart?” she laughs easily, clearly unfazed by his insult as she steps back, “you need this as much as I do.” 

“Who knows, you guys might even respark something,” Ashley interrupts with a smile, looking between them. 

Crimson wiggles her eyebrows suggestively – just to fuck with him, he’s sure – and smirks. 

“Great, so all you guys have to do is team up, we’ll make sure the cameras are there, and then you can kiss to celebrate the happy outcome of your rescue, and Vought can release a statement about your happy reunion,” Ashley organises, a smile back on her lips. 

“Didn’t I fucking say no?” Soldier Boy presses, glaring at the redhead. 

Ashley opens her mouth to talk again, but thinks better of it and shuts it once more. 

“Ashley, can we have the room?” Crimson asks, filling the deadly silence, and Ashley is more than eager to obey, fleeing the room and leaving the two of them alone. 

Soldier Boy isn’t sure which he hates more; Ashley and her incessant drone about ratings and press, or Crismon and her stupid fucking smirk. Crimson watches Ashley go, and then leisurely perches herself on the desktop and sighs, crossing one leg over the other. Soldier Boy just stares her down, waiting for her to get it over with – whatever she sent Ashley out of the room to say. 

“Listen, I get it, alright? You and your little girlfriend have got shit going on, and the last thing either of you want is the ex girlfriend hanging around.” That smug grin is back on her lips, as she saunters closer to him, pressing herself up against him. “But the fact of the matter is, sweetheart, that I’m a supe just like you, and your little girlfriend is only a pathetic little human.” 

Soldier Boy feels her hand start to reach for his crotch, groping him through his uniform, and he clenches his jaw, wondering if he was to kill her right here and now, if that would make his stupid fucking ‘ratings’ higher. He doesn’t move – doesn’t even flinch – when Crimson brings her lips closer to his, and then starts to kiss him. He’d have thought she’d be embarrassed by his lack of interest to return the kiss, but it doesn’t seem to deter her, so instead he reaches up, gripping her throat in his hand and pushing her away just slightly. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Soldier Boy tells her quietly, “and the only thing I see that’s pathetic around here… is you.” 

He pushes her away completely, and sniffs hard.

“Don’t fucking touch me again unless there’s a camera to get a fucking shot of it. Got it?” 

He turns around, clenching his jaw as he leaves the room, finding Ashley not too far away from the door. 

“We’ll see you on Tuesday then?” she calls out to him, hopefully. Soldier Boy stops, staring her down, and then turns and leaves, heading down the corridor, eager to get out of here. 

It takes the supe a moment or two to remember which room he’d left Y/N in, but eventually he finds it, finding her exactly where he left her, sitting on the couch and staring at the artwork ahead of her. 

“C’mon, I wanna get the fuck outta here,” he grunts, holding the door open to suggest she leaves the room. She silently obeys him, getting up to her feet and about to walk past him when he notices she’s been crying. Instantly he reaches out and grabs her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he presses, slightly pissed off that now he’s got to deal with her being a fucking cry baby over what’s probably nothing.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” she insists, forcing a smile. 

She sniffles hard, and he can tell from her bloodshot eyes that she’s not fine, but if she’s going to insist she is, he’s going to take her word for it. It saves him a lot of headache for sure, and he hasn’t got the energy or time to pretend to care about what’s bothering her right now. 

“Alright then,” he agrees easily, as he leads her towards the elevator, checking around them as he presses the button, and then they wait in silence until the doors ping open. 

“Do you wanna find a girl on the way home?” she suggests as soon as the doors close and they’re completely alone. 

“No,” he replies simply, staring ahead, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the metal doors. 

He stares for a moment, taking in the dark green uniform he’s wearing, and then his eyes drift to the reflection of Y/N beside him, and he can see that she’s confused by his reply. He doesn’t give her any explanation. He’s far too pissed off with Ashley and his bitch of an ex, and everything fucking else right now. Worrying about sweet talking another girl into his apartment is the last thing he needs at the moment. Not when he’s got one right there, just so desperate for him to love her. She can do for tonight, he decides. 

“Hey, why don’t I fix our drinks, you just relax,” Y/N offers, placing her hand on his arm. He stops his pursuit over to the bar and looks at her. She gives him a reassuring smile. “C’mon Ben, let me, you’ve had a rough day.” 

The supe relents, heading over to the couch instead as he starts to rid himself of his uniform, getting down to just a white vest and his boxers. He sits down once he’s undressed, lounging back and watching as Y/N fills the glasses with alcohol and heads over to him. She hands him his glass, and sits beside him, taking a sip of her own. 

“You’re forgetting something,”  he reminds her, staring her down. Y/N’s eyes widen for a moment as he watches her mentally scramble for what she could be forgetting. “C’mon doll, what helps the fucking whiskey go down, hm?” he asks with a smirk. Y/N bites her bottom lip, anxiously, and Soldier Boy grows impatient pretty quickly, sighing heavily. “Get the fucking pills!” he shouts, making her jump. 

“Of course, how silly of me,” she laughs nervously, getting to her feet and heading towards the bedroom. 

The supe watches her go, chuckling softly at the way she rushes to please him. It’s almost cute, but mainly pathetic. Still, pathetic serves him just fine, so why should he complain?

When she returns, she’s got the orange bottle in her hands, and she snaps the lid off, pouring some out into her palm as she once again approaches him. She places the bottle down on the table and looks genuinely pleased when Soldier Boy lazes back slightly and taps his lap to invite her to climb on. She giggles softly as she does so, straddling his legs and holding out her palm with several pills nestled in it. The supe sits up straighter, reaching past her for the knife in his suit, pulling it out and holding it between them, which makes her gasp in surprise. Her eyes once again widen, and the fear that had started to fade returns, but the supe just chuckles. 

“Relax, baby girl,” he smirks, softly dragging the blade along her jawline. “You don’t think I’m gonna fucking hurt you, d’ya?” Y/N shudders, forcing a weak smile to her lips as she shakes her head. “Wouldn’t dream of doing such a fucking thing to my sweet, fragile girl.” 

His tone comes across far more mocking than he’d hoped would slip out, but he doesn’t make any effort to change it, too entranced by the sound of her heartbeat quickening as her blood starts to pump harder through her body. 

He drops the knife from her jaw and watches her visibly relax a little more, as he reaches for the pills in her palm and takes them from her, pushing her off of his lap so he can lean forward and use the table in front of them. He places the pills down, using the knife to crush and cut them until they’re lines of powder sitting there waiting for him. 

Y/N sits beside him, taking long sips of her drink as the supe leans forward and snorts the first line, wiping the underside of his nose of any excess as he chases it down with some more alcohol. He grabs his knife once more and lazes back on the couch, twisting the very tip of the blade on the pad of his finger as he waits for it to kick in.  

“M–may I?” Y/N speaks up. 

Soldier Boy looks over at her to see she’s referring to the powder that’s still lining the table, and he smirks slightly. Y/N hasn’t shied away from partaking in the party recently, and he doesn’t mind that, given that she relaxes a little more and seems a little more receptive. Plus, it means he doesn’t have to waste his time lacing her drinks with a little something extra. He shrugs a little in response to her question and kicks back further, watching as she leans forward and attempts to inhale as much of the powder as she can. When she resurfaces, her nose and lip are thick with remnants, so he reaches forward and wipes his thumb through it, dusting it away and instead rubbing it into his gums. 

“C’mere, doll,” he encourages, opening his arms to invite her back into his lap. 

He watches her hesitantly obey, her eyes still trained on the knife in his hand, and he chuckles at the way she doesn’t quite relax. Soldier Boy lifts the blade, pushing it behind the fabric of her shirt and watching as it tears open down the centre with ease to reveal her body underneath. She takes a shaky breath, practically trembling on his lap as the fabric turns to shreds and falls freely down her arms, and his eyes flicker up to hers as his smirk deepens. 

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he coos. “You don’t trust me?” 

Her eyes widen at his insinuation, and she swallows thickly, shaking her head. “Of course I trust you,” she squeaks out. 

“Then relax,” he orders, “‘cause you’re making me feel like you fuckin’ think I’m gonna hurt ya,” he tells her, his eyes following the blade once more as it dances around her delicate, fragile skin. “And why would I hurt the girl I care about, hm?” Y/N shakes her head excessively, forcing a smile to clearly try to keep him placated. “You do love me, don’t you, Y/N?” he asks her, looking up into her eyes again. 

“Yes, I love you,” she confirms breathily. 

“Good. Stand up.” 

She’s quick to obey him, standing at his feet, her jeans still hugging her legs, but her top half bare now. 

The supe sits forward, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, and while he could easily tug and tear them from her body, he’s having far too much fun with his weapon. He takes the knife and makes quick and easy work slicing large slits down the legs of her jeans, making her whimper loudly. As soon as he lets go of the denim it falls in a pool at her feet in shreds, and only her panties remain. 

Soldier Boy can feel his cock getting harder by the second, and he wonders what pretty pictures he could make on her skin with his blade, and how sweet her blood might taste, but then he bitterly remembers that she’s a human, and won’t heal quite the same, and he’s not ready to completely ruin his perfect little toy just yet – he’s only just got her operating as he wants her. 

He glides the cool metal shaft of the knife along her thigh and hooks it under the string clinging to her hip bone, twisting his wrist just a little and slicing through the tiny amount of fabric there. He makes quick work of repeating his actions on the other side, until finally Y/N is naked. 

“Now that is fucking better. Now you can fucking show me how much you love me,” he smirks, sitting back once more, palming over his cock through his boxers in case he hadn’t made it obvious enough. 

Y/N forces another smile and nods her head, but he can see from the look growing in her eyes that the drugs are kicking in, and soon those smiles won’t be so forced. He watches her drop to her knees, reaching up to tug his underwear down his legs and to his ankles, leaving his cock hard and throbbing against his stomach. She rises higher, reaching forward and taking his cock in her hand before bringing it to her lips, starting to lick it first before opening wide and swallowing him down as best as she can. He knows the poor thing needs some time to adjust, but he can’t stop himself from grabbing her by the back of the hair and forcing her deeper onto him. Her nails bite into his thighs but she takes it, until her eyes are streaming with tears, and spit is drooling down his shaft. 

He eventually lets her up, and as she coughs for air, he lifts her with ease back into his lap, already lining himself up with her entrance and pushing her down onto him. She tenses, making herself tighter, and this time her nails bite into the muscles on his shoulders, but she doesn’t complain quite like she used to, and the supe can’t tell if he misses that, or if he prefers her this desperate to make him happy. It certainly is easier, but he’s not sure it makes his cock as hard. 

The supe wraps his arms around her fragile frame and pulls her down further, making her cry out in pain. He ignores her, and holds her there until he can feel she’s adjusted just a little, before slowly letting her go, putting his arms behind his head as he relaxes back and looks up at her. 

“Well? C’mon darlin’, don’t make me do all the fuckin’ work,” he scoffs. 

She whimpers, but then settles her hands flat on his chest, starting to lift and drop her body as much as she can over him, wincing everytime she accidentally drops too low. Soldier Boy chuckles as he watches her struggle for a while, her face growing a little more shiny with sweat, her hair starting to stick to her skin, her nails obsessively clawing at his skin like she’s going to penetrate through it any time soon. 

“I thought you said you loved me?” he asks her, frowning slightly, watching her eyes widen as panic starts to spread over her face. 

“I– I do,” she agrees, nodding desperately. “I do love you, Ben,” she rushes to reassure him. The supe scoffs slightly at her words, looking down between their legs, seeing half his cock still isn’t inside her. “I’m trying,” she adds, when she realises what he’s referring to. 

“I know baby girl,” he coos, smirking softly. “I just think… it’s probably time for you to learn to love all of me.” 

“I–I–” she stammers, swallowing hard. 

“I mean, if you wanna be with me for the rest of your life, you gotta learn to fucking please me, right? My ex might be a fucking bitch, but she at least knew how to take it all.” 

“I wanna try, I wanna try for you,” she confirms quickly, licking her lips nervously and taking a deep breath. 

Soldier Boy smirks a little deeper at the sight of her preparing to prove herself, and as she starts lowering herself down, he can’t decide which sight is more of a turn on; the way that his cock ever so slowly starts to disappear deeper inside her, or the look of pain on her face as she takes it. He settles for letting his eyes flicker between the two, feeling just how tight she is and how much tighter she’s making herself by being so tense and worked up over it. Poor thing has no fucking idea she’s doing it to herself. If only she’d relax a little more, he’d easily be able to make himself fit better with a little bit of force. Silent tears stream down Y/N’s cheeks and then she finally stops, breathing heavily above him, crying softly to herself with her eyes closed. 

“Is it really that bad?” he asks mockingly, reaching up to rub some tears off of her cheeks with his thumb. 

“I’m okay,” she confirms after a moment, “I’m just happy I did it.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos with a mocking tone, tutting, “there’s just that one final bit left,” he tells her, watching as horror spreads over her face and she looks down between them to see he’s right. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” 

In seconds, the supe has them flipped over, Y/N on her back on the couch and him leaning over her, her legs spread in the air. He grabs her hips and then pulls her down on that remaining inch, ignoring the beginnings of her protests that morph into screams of pain. A warm, wet rush starts to trickle down his shaft and as he looks down he sees crimson starting to stain his skin. 

“Fuck baby girl, remember when I took your innocence?” he asks, smirking fondly at the memory. “You bled so much back then, I’ve missed it.” 

But Y/N just keeps screaming, trying her best to push him off and get away from him. But he’s finally getting what he’s been craving all this time. He’s not stopping now. 

“Shut up,” he huffs, annoyed that she would try to ruin such a perfect moment. 

And like he’d opened some kind of flood gates, all his earlier frustrations about Crimson and Ashley and that stupid fucking campaign come to mind, and the supe finds his jaw clenched and his heart racing, his grip on Y/N’s hips getting tighter as he holds her still and fucks into her hard and fast over and over again until the couch gives way, and he has to catch her so she doesn’t fall with the broken furniture. 

He lifts her into his arms, holding her against him instead, and continues to fuck into her. 

“B-Ben please,” she whimpers, crying out. “Stop, please, it hurts.” 

But her voice is background noise to the whirring in his ears, and he doesn’t stop until he’s cumming hot and sticky inside her. 

As he comes back around, he finds her limp in his arms, and he pulls out to find a mixture of blood and semen in a pool at his feet.

“Hey, Y/N, wake up,” he commands, shaking her in his grasp slightly. “Y/N.” But he doesn’t get a response, and when he manipulates her in his arms into a different position he finds bruises over her skin and her body seems even more fragile than before. “Fuck’s sake,” he mutters under his breath. The last thing he wanted was to have to go back to Vought tonight, but he can’t exactly take her to a regular hospital. Ashley would lose her shit if his points go down anymore than they already have. He could just leave her, find a new toy. But he’s not done having fun with this one, not now he’s finally broken her perfectly.