pairing: soldier boy & bombsight
summary: decades of redirected rage and repressed history don't just disappear, following the bunker scene in episode 6— soldier boy and bombsight duel with brute force, right before flying off to god knows where, where no one could interrupt what they were gonna do. (1.5k)
content: soldier boy x bombsight, smut, hidden relationship, slurs, m/m, angst (ish), the use of their real names, size difference, age gap, toxic relationship, public sex, older!soldierboy & younger!bombsight
notes: SPOILERS for episode 6, the first parts of this fic are what happened in the episode that i added so this doesn't feel like an unarranged mess :3 lmk if you hate it or not
after bombsight threw butcher through a wall, he began to make his way back to golden geisha— with a couple gunshots from mm and frenchie to which he undoubtly ignored.
“let's go.” bombsight stated, to which golden geisha gave a nod to— and as he was untying the woman's restraints, kimiko was up once more- ready to give her all to this fight.
bombsight's brows furrowed at the sight, making his way to kimiko with a charged fist— his intentions being disrupted by goldie shielding kimiko, to bombsight's shock. "please, don't.” goldie pleaded in concern.
“they kidnapped you-”
“i don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me.”
the timeworn lovers shared a look, goldie gives a glance to kimiko, her aloof gaze felt as endless as this war, the shielded supe was smiling gratefully— as they gave each other a nod of agreement.
all of this tension was interrupted by direct gunshots to bombsight, sending him back a couple meters.
“hiya, robbie.” soldier boy nodded at him, a grunt look on his face as he gave the outdated supe a scrutinizing gaze.
the air in sage’s bunker tasted like stale copper and desperation, but all bombsight could smell was the goddamn past as he stared at his former team leader while he panted, he got up and adjusted himself— “ben.”
“you know how long i've wanted to smash in that pretty face?” bombsight retorted with a bitter smile on his face.
“buddy, the queen sat on this face.” the older man spat back with a smoldering grin, “it's a national fuckin' treasure.” his voice was a gravelly texan crawl, vibrating with a decade's worth of redirected rage as he looked at the one man who had the audacity to still look like a pin-up girl after years of hiding.
the two brutes wrestle it out, soldier boy obviously having the advantage— after bombsight missed a strike, soldier boy grappled him as he whirled him across the bunker. soldier boy roared as he leaped with his fist to slam at bombsight, to which he successfully hit, “goddamn it...” he groaned, cracking his knuckles.
bombsight caught his breath as he got up, charging at the other man as they clashed forces— and soon exchanged countless jabs at each other. soldier boy broke off a piece of pipe to use as a weapon, swiping his opponent into his huge arms as he stuffed it into bombsight's mouth. to which bombsight struggled, squelching sounds filled the room as he endured the pain. (no gag reflex though)
they fought with their strength, trying to force themself onto the other— though bombsight was able to get a jab at soldier boy's stomach, allowing him to unfurl from the older man's grip as he gasped.
clutching his chest, bombsight ran with a struggle towards the very hole he bursted from in the first place— launching himself from the ground with a frantic snarl and headed towards the exit, though soldier boy was fast enough to grab onto his foot, as they flew off into the distance.
the two crash-landed at nearby field, making a crater on the ground as the smell of dirt filled their noses— and even with the ringing in his ears, soldier boy managed to get up with a grunt, “god-DAMN it i hate flying!” he exclaimed with frustration and anger.
he made his way to bombsight with a scowl on his face, grabbed his chest and threw him on his stomach along the edge of the crater— the same ringing in his ears motivating him as he lunged forward, panting hard, a guttural grunt tearing from his throat as he got on top of bombsight and gripped his neck back like a vice.
“tough skin or not, i can still break your fuckin' neck!” soldier boy growled, “you always were a flighty little bastard. runnin' off to vought, runnin' off to some girl… I'm tired of chasin' you, robbie. i'm real tired.”
the man under him closed his eyes as he let out a breathless rasp, trying to endure the larger man's grip on his jaw— "ben-! stop!”
“please.”
a beat. then soldier boy reluctantly let go of his grip, getting up immediately as he ran his hand through his hair— wiping his mouth, “goddamn it.” he muttered, facing the same man he'd taken over and over decades ago.
both men stood there, panting heavily from the endless fighting they had just done, their gazes filled with decades of... longing? denial? robbie just stared at the older man, sighing as he shifted his gaze down at his feet. “...i can't give the v1 to you.”
“goldie doesn't even wanna take it!” ben spat back with frustration, a fire blazing in his eyes. “then maybe someday i'll find someone else who will!” robbie rasped out, “you were always gonna *fuck it up* with goldie anyway. you could never hold down a girl, it was either a smack needle up yer dick or-”
“...having to stand next to you?” robbie countered as his sanity practically unraveled in front of ben, cutting the man's words off. "i-... after you got with clara i spent YEARS trying to replace you. and now you demand something from me as if i didn't spend COUNTLESS nights in YOUR bed as you did in mine?!” robbie declared with a mournful, conflicted tone— his gaze laying restless.
“you were always the fucking golden boy, everybody loved you- especially clara, i... the rest of the team was never gonna reach anything because it was you who vought wanted.” the younger man confessed, panting heavily as he wiped the sweat off his forehead,
“i *hated* you for it, spent years tryin' to build something that looked just like what you had.” tears of frustration began to build in robbie's eyes, but they didn't dare fall. “...no i wasn't everything clara wanted." ben gave him a hollow gaze, "i couldn't.”
“but you loved her?” the two shared a shaken look, each devoted to one another— all ben did was walk closer to robbie, crowding his space even more as he held a fractured smile, the silence of the field being louder than their previous battle.
“i really fuckin' hate you.” ben responded with vulnerability. "no shit.” robbie nodded, a reluctant smile creeping up his face.
a beat,
“...70 years and you still manage to get a rise out of me, dickweed.” ben grumbled, running a hand through his hair.
“then do something about it, stop hiding behind the medals and the 'national treasure' bullshit and just—” robbie grabbed the collar of ben's suit, pulling him down as he slammed his lips onto his, ben was... undoubtly surprised, but- he melted into it anyway. it was hotter now: deeper, hungrier; all tongue and teeth, the faint taste of nicotine still lingering on ben's lips from a previous cigarette he was smoking before.
“such a... fuckin' pansy.” ben’s hands were everywhere at once. One caught robbie’s hip in a bruising grip; the other tangled deep in his sweaty hair, pulling back just enough to make robbie hiss against his lips. he was... practically glued to robbie, with large hands mapping out the younger man's upper body.
both men didn't fucking care that they were at the edge of a crater, that the nasty smell of earth wasn't forcing itself inside their noses— the larger man practically tore off robbie's dirty jacket, throwing it god knows where in the crater. “yer' getting it.”
robbie let out a surprised grunt the moment ben threw him back down on his stomach, “70 fuckin' years, and we're going all the way in a goddamn crater.” ben muttered, robbie let out a yelp as the larger man looming over him smacked his ass.
“we did it once in maria's office, and that was before you killed her.” robbie muttered, panting heavily. “r'you gonna arch that fuckin' back for me or do i have to do it for you?” ben spat back as he tore off the emblem on his chest for some breathability. his hands shook as he struggled to unbuckle his suit's belt, “does the 'national treasure' know his hands are shaking?”
“shut your mouth 'fore I make you." ben muttered in robbie's ear, before leaving a rough mark on the back of his neck— like he did in back in the day, he swiftly gripped robbie's hips and pulled his ass back onto his throbbing bulge.
could ben barely move in his suit? yeah, did that stop him? fuck no.
he pulled down robbie's old jeans along with his briefs— not even bothering with the belt because he knew damn well he was going to break it anyway. ben pulled his suit's pants down slightly, his throbbing length flopping out like a goddamn jack-in-the-box, immediately grabbing his dick to give it a few pumps. “missed this cock, didn't ya? y' always were a tough little nut to crack, robbie.”
ben rumbled as he teased the thick head on robbie's entrance, “let's see if you're still as tight as you were before they put me on ice.”
ben didn’t wait for a reply, he wasn't the type to ask for permission, and he certainly wasn't about to start with the man who’d been a thorn in his side since the eisenhower administration. he gripped robbie’s hip bone with a force that was going to leave a permanent thumbprint, his other hand shoving robbie's face back down into the grit of the crater as he thrusted in balls deep.
“don't you go gettin' quiet on me now," ben growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against robbie’s spine. "you spent all that time talkin' back in the bunker... let's see if you can keep that same energy while I'm breakin' you in.” soldier boy guided his large, large cockhead to the younger man's plump cheeks— watching as it disappeared in between the two globes. "sshiiiiit- fuck ben!"
robbie let out a choked, ragged sound—half-sob, half-laugh—as he felt the staggering size of ben's cock. it wasn't just body heat; it was the slow, rhythmic thrum of radiation, a ticking clock that made the air around them taste like ozone. he dug his fingers into the loose soil, his nails caked with dirt as he arched his back with a whine, a desperate, instinctual movement that only made ben’s grip tighten.
"still a squirmy little bitch," ben muttered, his texan drawl thick with a dark, satisfied edge. He didn't use any finesse. He was a blunt instrument, a relic of a time when 'tough love' was just an excuse for a beating. he pressed forward, the friction raw and unforgiving, forcing himself into robbie’s insides with the same relentless momentum he used to level buildings.
robbie’s breath hitched, a sharp, pained gasp catching in his throat. It felt like being hit by a freight train—classic soldier boy. no prep, no gentleness, just the sheer, overwhelming weight of his lover pinning him to the earth. “god... benji—” the sounds of skin to skin slapping against each other was all they could hear, aside from ben's grunts.
“that's right,” ben grunted, his pace picking up, steady and punishing. he was sweating now, the salt dripping onto robbie’s back, marking him just as thoroughly as the bruises. “remember who’s leadin' this shit. remember who you're lookin' for every time you close your eyes at night.”
he leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of robbie’s shoulder, right over an old scar. “you wanted to replace me? you wanted to build a life that looked like mine? look at ya, robbie. you’re right back where you started— under my boot. squirmin' and moanin' on my cock.” with a beastly pace, he gave the man beneath him a pounding he deserved.
robbie couldn't even retort. the world was shrinking down to the sound of ben's heavy breathing, the smell of soil, and the terrifying, beautiful heat radiating from the man above him. he was being dismantled, piece by piece, seventy years of longing and hatred being burnt away by a nuclear reactor in a suit.
ben's pace was bristling, hard and fast as he used his free hand to pull back robbie's sweaty hair- with a trembling exhale, he muttered in the smaller man's ear; “beg for it. beg for my fuckin' jizz.”
gasping into the dirt, fingers clawing at the loose earth “ben... god, ben, please. i can'tmmmngh—i can't take any more of this just ugh fuck... do it. finish it~...” with a ragged pant, ben choked robbie from behind— gripping his neck as he pounded the smaller man.
his voice a jagged, texan snarl as he leaned down, his breath a hot, nicotine-laced rasp against robbie’s ear— “fuckin' punk.... gah... yeah you look fuckin' pathetic. you askin' for a mercy kill, son? or are you just finally admittin' you can't handle the real thing no more?”
robbie's arms thrashed beneath ben as he let out a breathless rasp, without caring for the soil getting him dirty. “i'm admitting i'm yours! just... please. n-now~... now!, ben F-FUCK!”
with a final, savage thrust, ben buried himself balls deep inside robbie's quivering heat— his pulsing shaft erupted, painting the younger man's insides white with thick, hot ropes of his potent cum, ben's entire body shuddered and jerked as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into his lover's hungry hole.
he gripped robbie's wrists with bruising force, holding himself impossibly deep as he emptied every last drop inside the man beneath him. “MN-MNHAH~!” robbie exclaimed with a breathless rasp.
ben rode out his high with a few more harsh thrusts, gritting his teeth with the sheer amount of pleasure his body just experienced.
“son... son of a bitch...” he panted with a shuddering exhale, his grip loosening on the man beneath him— to which he eventually let go of, pushing robbie back down.
robbie was... obviously- completely spent, just laying on the soil- panting heavily as his asshole quivered around ben's thick cock.
“look at you,” ben whispered, his voice wrecked as he collapsed against robbie’s back, his lips pressed against the smaller man's ear. “still breathin'. guess you’re tougher than you look, fag.”
from a far distance, in the trees;
lowering his binoculars slowly, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated disgust- “well... that’s just bloody poetic, isn't it? here I was, hopin' the two prehistoric cunts would knock each other's blocks off, and instead, we’re treated to a front-row seat of the 'greatest generation' havin' a go at it in the mud like fockin' chimpanzees.”
OKAAYYYY!! long fic i'm kinda nervous on how yall will take this but #blessed, okayyy moving onto the blurbs i posted on twitter! expect some in a couple days since i'm doing summer classes xo
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