Soldier Boy’s POV

Soldier Boy’s cock throbs as he watches the blood pool in Y/N’s temporary wound, and he’s quick to lean down and taste it before it’s gone, feeling the way it makes his whole body sing in delight. He leans down to take a little more before the wound closes up completely, and licks his lips of any excess. Settling his hands on her hips, he pulls out to the tip before slamming his way back inside, making her cry out in pleasure, her back arching off the mattress. 

“You taste so good, baby girl, fuck,” he grunts, feeling his mind start to spin. 

The high that Y/N’s blood gives him is better than anything he’s ever experienced before. It makes him feel so much more powerful. More powerful than being a supe has ever done. And something inside him constantly craves it; needs it to feel better. He hadn’t liked Y/N trying to be better than him by becoming a supe, he didn’t appreciate her trying to level the playing field. But with her blood in his system, he feels like he’s still above her. He’s still in control. 

The blonde – Katelyn or whatever her name was – begins to groan, and Soldier Boy looks over to see her coming back around, blinking her eyes open and whimpering in pain when she tries to move. He can see her rolling onto her side, about to attempt to make a break for it, but give the state she’s been in, he can’t see her getting very far. The blood has dried between her legs now, from where he split her open, but the bruises around her face and neck are still strong. Poor Y/N still doesn’t know her own strength or what she’s capable of, so she’s still got to get used to how to hold back just enough.  

“There she is,” he coos, grabbing the blonde’s attention quickly. “Ready for more, sweetheart?” he smirks, knowingly. 

The hooker starts to panic, manically shaking her head, breathing heavily as she tries to get up. 

“No no, please no more I can’t…” she sobs.

“Calm down, doll,” Soldier Boy scoffs, looking over at Y/N and slowly pulling out of her. “Tell you what, why don’t you get high with me, hm? That’ll make you feel better. And my girl here… she’ll make you feel on top of the world.” 

The supe grabs his knife, beckoning Y/N closer. 

“Ben…” she whispers, shaking her head to show she doesn’t want to partake. But the supe just laughs her off, grabbing her wrist and dragging the blade of his knife along it. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, share.” He shoves her hand forward, pressing the wound against the blonde’s mouth, and watches as the blood passes her lips. He smirks as he squeezes Y/N’s wrist and wrings out any last traces of blood before she heals and it’s gone. 

Y/N sits back as soon as he lets go, frowning slightly at him to show she clearly doesn’t approve, but the supe chuckles to himself, bringing his attention back to the hooker to see what affect the blood is having on a human like her. He thinks he’s imagining it at first, but then he realises it’s real. The bruises that had donned the blonde’s cheeks and neck are disappearing, and when he looks between her legs, it’s as if he’s never even touched her.

“How did you do that?” the blonde asks, clearly a little freaked out. “How did you heal me?” 

Y/N looks at him, her eyes wide, and Soldier Boy starts putting it all together.

“Well would you fuckin’ look at that, my little miracle worker,” he coos, dragging Y/N closer to him. “You fixed up the whore with your blood,” he laughs. “Fuck… just when I thought this couldn’t get any better, you’re the gift that keeps on fuckin’ giving, aren’t you?” He pushes some hair out of Y/N’s face, noticing that the blonde is now trying to make a run for it now that she’s totally healed. “What do you say we break our little friend in again? I prefer her that way.” 

“I’m bored,” Soldier Boy admits, flicking the ash into the ashtray and taking one last drag of his smoke. 

“Would you like to get another girl? I don’t think we can use the last agency anymore, but I think that–” The supe cuts her off, yawning loudly as he stubs his butt out into the tray. “Or we could find a girl somewhere else,” she says, changing her mind. 

“That’s what I’m fucking bored of,” he snaps at her. 

“Oh.” 

He sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face. “I’m just getting so fuckin’ bored of girls, y’know? It’s too easy, it’s not… it’s not a challenge anymore, not since you got your powers and you can heal them right up like nothing even happened.” 

“I thought you liked me using my powers on them, so we can go for longer,” Y/N reminds him timidly. He stares her down, frustrated that she’s trying to question him right now. “What would make it more fun again? Do you want to stop healing them?” 

“And kill them?” he frowns, shaking his head, hardly able to believe she’d be so fucking stupid. “I’d rather Vought don’t end up breathing down my neck.” 

“Of course,” she nods in agreement. She bites her bottom lip as he watches her desperately search for another solution. 

“Women are just so pathetic and easy,” he continues, sitting back in a huff. 

“So… Do you want a man?” she asks slowly. 

Soldier Boy instantly glares at her, wondering if she’s seriously suggesting they bring another man into their bedroom. 

“You want to fuck another man?” he asks, staring her down. 

“No, I mean… I… it was just a suggestion, I thought that was what you were implying.” 

“You think I’m fuckin’ gay?” he grunts. 

“No,” she shakes her head immediately. “You just wanted a challenge, and men are stronger and harder to manipulate, but it’s a stupid idea, I’m sorry.” 

Soldier Boy reaches forward for his smokes and lights another one, staring her down once again, wondering if she really would just fuck some other guy because he said so. Where’s her loyalty? How is he supposed to trust her?

“You want another dick to suck, sweetheart? Fine, I’ll fucking get you one.” 

Y/N looks between the supe and his new friend several times before forcing an awkward smile. 

“Take a seat, pal,” the supe instructs, shoving the guy towards the couch. “I’ll fix us drinks.” 

He watches Y/N eye their new guest suspiciously before licking her lips and joining him at the bar. 

“Who is that?” she whispers, looking over at him. 

“I don’t fuckin’ remember his name, Justin or Tristan or somethin’,” the supe shrugs, pouring out some whiskey. “Not precious about knowing it are you? Thought you just wanted to suck a dick that wasn’t mine?” 

“Ben, I didn’t mean…” Y/N trails off and sighs. “Is this what you want?” she checks. 

“Sure,” he lies, shrugging, before downing his first mouthful of whiskey. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Listen, Y/N,” he huffs, sliding closer. “What I want is to get high and have a good night. So just do as you’re fucking told.” 

Y/N nods her head, licking her lips. She takes the knife that had been used to cut some lime wedges and opens up her wrist, lifting it up and offering it to him. 

“Why wait?” she asks. 

Soldier Boy stares her down for a moment, wondering why she’s so eager to get this started. She really wants to fuck this guy, huh? But he can see the anxiety in her eyes, and he can tell she’s not totally comfortable with this, which makes him feel just a little more secure. 

He brings her wound to his mouth before it can close and laps at the metallic taste until he can feel it start to hit him, and by the time he drops her arm, the wound is gone, and she’s grabbing their guest’s drink and carrying it over to him. 

“I’m Y/N,” she introduces herself, smiling softly. The guy flicks some of his long hair out of his face and smirks at her. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Tristan,” the guy tells her, holding out his hand for her to shake. 

“So Tristan, what do you do?” she asks, sipping her own drink. 

“Don’t bore the poor guy, baby,” Soldier Boy laughs, heading over to join them. “I’m paying Tristan here by the fuckin’ hour, and we’ve got a lot of fun to be had this evening,” he tells her.

“Oh, so that’s what you do,” she laughs awkwardly, reaching up to scratch her neck. 

“It is, but my work never usually looks this fun,” Tristan reassures her, flashing a wink over at the supe. 

Soldier Boy forces a smile even though he’s a little uncomfortable with the flirting, and clears his throat. “You don’t know what fun is yet. Let’s get to it. Y/N show him the bedroom.” 

Tristan is too fuckin’ eager. Soldier Boy has been waiting for the cracks to show, the slight nervous laugh or the way that the dude hesitates to obey an order. But the supe has seen men like this before. They’re just eager to please anyone and it’s so fucking disgusting. He makes real men look bad. No real man is this eager to fuck another man’s girl like some pathetic slut. No real man looks at another man the way Tristan is looking at him. 

The supe has been pushing this man’s boundaries since they got to the bedroom, wondering just what line the slut won’t cross. So far though, Ben isn’t sure this guy has any kind of line. The guy likes girls, at least. The poor kid’s cock is rock hard from eating Y/N out and having her writhe and moan above him. Soldier Boy was surprisingly turned off by the sight of Y/N cumming on another guy’s face. It didn’t turn him on like it did when she does it with another girl. 

His high is wearing off now, and he needs more, so he stands up and stalks over to the bed, stopping Tristan in his tracks as he gets up from between Y/N’s legs and wipes her slick off of his lips. His longer hair is dishevelled on the top of his head but he reaches up to smooth it down, and smirks at the supe. 

“Come to join us?” he asks with a cocky grin. 

“Stab her,” Soldier Boy orders, holding the knife out for him. 

“What?” Tristan asks, staring at the knife in question.

“Stab her… cut her open, make her bleed,” the supe explains impatiently. He smirks just a little when he realise he might’ve found Tristan’s line. 

“I don’t want to,” the hooker swallows, his eyes widening slightly. 

“She likes it, c’mon,” Ben huffs. 

“It’s okay, Tristan, I’ll heal, Ben just wants my blood,” Y/N explains gently, sitting up straighter. 

“Now he’s going fucking soft,” Soldier Boy grunts, yet he’s secretly elated to have found a corner to shove the hooker into. He’s done playing games, now the real fun is going to kick in. “Listen, pal, either you stab her or I do, but I’m fucking paying you to do what I want.” 

He looks back at Y/N. “Are you sure?” he checks. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Y/N reassures him, smiling slightly. “I won’t feel a thing.” 

Soldier Boy huffs to himself as he watches Tristan take the knife and hesitantly bring it closer to Y/N’s body. He’d hoped this would be the thing that sent the poor guy running, pissing his pants and wanting to go home. There’s gotta be something that this guy won’t do. But Tristan hesitantly drags the blade along her skin, not enough to mark her given her extra durability, so Soldier Boy grabs his hand, forcing him to plunge the blade deeper until Y/N is bleeding. 

“There we go,” he hums, smirking at the sight. “‘Bout time, I’m fuckin’ thirsty.” 

He flashes a wink at Tristan who is staring at him a little freaked out, and the supe leans forward to take another hit of blood. He can feel his cock starting to stir to life in his sweats and hums, drinking what he can while he can as he gets more and more aroused by the way Tristan is clearly starting to freak out. But the hooker just clears his throat, and before the supe knows it, the hooker has his hand on the bulge in his pants. 

“Wow, you’re big.” 

It sends Soldier Boy crashing back to the room, the buzz from his hit already dying off.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Soldier Boy grunts, shoving Tristan’s hand away. 

“I’m sorry I thought… I thought that you… that we…” Tristan panics, fear in his eyes. 

“I never told you you could fucking touch me, you faggot.” 

Tristan’s eyes widen further and he swallows hard.

“Ben…” Y/N whispers. “Why don’t you go and sit down, just watch for a bit? Let the high kick in?” 

Soldier Boy stares Tristan down and then moves away, sitting back over in his armchair, feeling his heart thudding in his chest that some guy would grope him without his permission like that. He feels disgusting and violated. 

“You can touch me,” Y/N tells Tristan softly, reaching for his hand and bringing it closer to her pussy. 

Tristan seems to momentarily relax and he forces a smile at her, letting her guide him to where he needs to be. But Soldier Boy is still so angry. His cock isn’t even slightly hard, and he doesn’t even know what they’re doing here. This isn’t the game they usually play. This isn’t fun. And who the fuck does this guy think he is? About to fuck Y/N? Y/N is his. Soldier Boy feels the arm of the chair he’s sitting in break beneath his grasp, and before he knows it, he’s on his feet, charging back over to the bed. 

“Get your disgusting hands off my girl,” he growls. 

Tristan withdraws immediately, sitting back on his heels. “I think I should go.” 

“No, you’re fucking staying, and I’m teaching you a fucking lesson,” Soldier Boy grunts. 

“Ben… just let him go, this was a mistake,” Y/N tells him, reaching out to grab his arm. 

“Are you trying to fucking save him?” the supe scoffs, hardly able to believe what he’s hearing. 

“I just think this has become something else, and we should let Tristan go home,” Y/N tries to tell him calmly. 

Soldier Boy laughs her off, shaking his head. 

“You’re sticking up for him? The guy gives you one fucking orgasm and you’re in love with him now, huh?” he grits out through his teeth. 

“I’m not in love with him, Ben, I love you,” she insists. 

It doesn’t escape the supe that while they’d argued, Tristan had gotten some clothes back on and was already trying to escape unnoticed. Soldier Boy is quick to slam their bedroom door closed again, grabbing Tristan by the back of the neck and yanking him back until he’s falling onto his ass on the floor. He doesn’t hesitate in standing over the guy and starting to throw punches into the guy’s face. He doesn’t hold back, feeling the bones breaking beneath his fists, and the blood flying out of any hole the guy has. 

“Ben? Ben stop, you’re going to kill him,” Y/N panics. 

“Why do you fucking care?!” the supe asks, glaring at her. He frowns harder at her, watching her scramble for an answer. Does she actually like him? He lets Tristan go, watching his body slump to the floor, and Y/N watches with tears in her eyes. 

“Let me save him, please. Let me heal him. We can let him go and we never have to invite another man here again,” she tells him desperately. 

“Listen to you, it’s like you’re in love with him or something,” Soldier Boy scoffs. 

“I’m not, Ben, I love you. But we never let girls get into a state like this. We always heal them before then. Please… we can’t let him die.” 

The supe ignores her for a moment, walking back over the armchair and lighting another cigarette, letting the silence grow as Tristan lies there unconscious. 

“Ben, please,” she prompts again. 

The supe takes his time smoking his cigarette, but once he’s done he looks over at her and huffs. 

“Fine.” 

Instantly Y/N rushes to Tristan’s side, cutting herself and trying to force the blood into his mouth, but after several attempts, she starts to grow panicked. 

“It’s not working, Ben… why isn’t it working?” she chokes out. 

Soldier Boy sighs heavily, stubbing out the end of his cigarette. “Guess we’re too late.” 

“We wouldn’t fucking be here if you had kept control of the fucking situation!” Ashley shrieks from across the table. 

Soldier Boy rolls his eyes and retrieves his flask, taking a swig. 

“Look the guy is dead, I can’t fucking bring him back. And I said I’d handle Y/N and I fuckin’ am. You’re the fuckin’ ones that turned her.” He glares accusingly at Ashley. 

“I’m surprised she survived,” Crimson speaks up with a smug grin. “I thought giving Compound V to adults was meant to be complicated?” 

“It was your idea,” Deep scoffs. 

“It was your idea?” Soldier Boy presses, glaring at her. 

Crimson shrugs nonchalantly, licking her red lips. “Well she was as good as dead anyway, Ben. I just thought you’d want to try anything to save the love of your life.” 

She offers him a smug grin and he’s about to make moves to wipe it off of her face, but Ashely speaks up again. 
“I don’t give a fuck whose idea it was. There’s another fucking supe to deal with, and I swear to fucking Christ if I have to clean up another one of her messes, I’ll fuckin’ kill her myself,” Ashley grits out. “Control her or we will…” She tugs on a piece of her hair, and Soldier Boy huffs, beyond pissed off that Y/N is now officially his problem. “Now where the fuck is Homelander?”