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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pacific_Rim_(2013)
  Relationship:
      Chuck_Hansen/Hercules_Hansen
  Character:
      Chuck_Hansen, Hercules_Hansen
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Chuck_joins_the_army, Underage_Sex, Barebacking,
      Dubious_Consent, Dubiously_Consensual_Blow_Jobs, slight_somnophilia,
      Riding, Porn_With_Plot, Daddy_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-20 Words: 3352
****** Always Been You ******
by Vedettal
Summary
     Chuck grows up having sex with his dad, meaningless and emotionless
     sex. At least that's what Herc always told himself. Except maybe he
     wants more? Maybe Chuck does too.
Notes
     DISCLAIMER: This is a purely fictional piece of work. I do not
     condone underage or dubious or non-consensual sex of any sorts. If
     you do not enjoy reading these sort of things, please click away now.
     If not, enjoy.
     Beta'd by my awesome baby. Love you!
See the end of the work for more notes
Herc knew he was fucked the first time he came inside his own son.
Chuck was fifteen and Angela had dropped the boy off with him for the weekend
as she went out of town for her sister’s wedding. Not two hours in, the sly
bastard had stripped down to his undies that were one size too small, no shirt,
and was parading all but naked around the house.
Granted it had been a very warm weekend and Herc  hadn’t turned the air
conditioning on just yet , but still he couldn’t help but think the sprog was
up to something.
He was right.
More than  once , Herc had caught his son ’s  ass up in the air on the couch,
adjusting himself when he thought Herc was n’t  looking, and  he’d even walked
in on Chuck jerking off . He held strong, though, excusing it to himself as a
teenage boy’s hormones, and Chuck not getting enough freedom to do so since he
lived with his mom most of the time.
At least Herc did until the last Sunday before Angela came back.
He had fallen asleep on the couch in just a tank top and sweats, the AC finally
turned on to give them some reprieve from the heat. Sometime in the late
afternoon he had awoken  to pleasure. He moaned, involuntarily rocking his hips
up into that wet heat, before he realized that it shouldn’t be happening.
Groaning, he looked down, only to find Chuck between his legs, sucking and
lapping at his cock like he was hungry for it.
Sheer panic bolted  through Herc’s chest as he jerked up on his elbow , nearly
knocking Chuck backwards off the couch – though not before he gave out another
throaty groan.
“W-what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Herc  demanded, his voice still
muddled but getting sharp with alarm.
Instead of answering, Chuck, the fucking bastard, just gave him a stupid grin
and leaned back down to swallow his cock down. With a cry of both shock and
pleasure, Herc  tried  to wrap his head around what the hell was happening to
him.
And how the fuck did Chuck know  how  to suck a cock this well?
“C-Chuck!” Herc shouted, his fingers weakly gripping at his boy’s shoulder and
doing a pathetic job at pushing him off. “Stop… You can’t… ahhh… I’m-I’m your
father.”
He was almost disappointed when Chuck actually let off for a moment to answer.
“That’s what makes it hotter, daddy,”  he said, and  immediately sucked him
back down.
Herc  moaned  so loud he  was sure  the neighbors must have heard. Thank Christ
they didn’t and no one came to check on him. Or maybe he should be cursing the
Devil, seeing as how he was going to be sent to the deepest pits of hell after
today.
So he gave up trying to rationalize it, especially not when his own son was
sucking on the same cock that made him like his life depended on it.  His
fingers shifted  from feebly grasping Chuck on the shoulder to tangling in his
hair to hold him there.
Not that the kid was planning to leave anytime soon.
Chuck gave him the first blowie he had in months, and Herc returned the favor
by cumming down his boy’s throat and all over his pretty,  swollen  red lips.
He watched with  guilty satisfaction  and heat in his belly as Chuck licked and
swallowed every last drop like he had just tasted ice cream for the first time.
The boy even had the manners to gently clean the few drops left from Herc’s
slit.
Herc was speechless but Chuck spoke enough for the both of them, maneuvering up
and planting a soft kiss on his lips -- which Herc returned of course -- and
telling him how hot that was and how he had wanted to do that forever ago.
With a disbelieving sigh, Herc snuggled Chuck close to his chest and gave him a
little kiss on the top of his head as his own brain was still in the process of
trying to handle what the fuck he had just gotten himself into.
And Chuck was all too smug about it.
Later that day, Herc fucked his kid in his own bed, working him open and
applying more than enough lube before sinking himself in that tight, hot hole
and fucking his own cum into Chuck along with a deep, passionate kiss as he
did.
Angela had picked him up that night, commenting on why Chuck was walking funny,
and all Herc could do was fight back a shameful creeping blush on his neck as
Chuck fabricated some excuse about exercising wrong.
Herc groaned internally.
 
-
 
The  tradition continued for a while: Chuck visiting for a few days or a week
at a time, flaunting his bare skin and ass for Herc to see, and ultimately
ending with Herc’s cock down his boy’s throat or a load deep inside the boy’s
ass. Once the sprog had the balls to give him a blow when he was on the phone
with Angie about how her plans got delayed and she needed Herc to watch Chuck
for one more day.
Needless to say, the kid ended up bent over the kitchen table, and Herc made
sure he wasn’t going to be walking until the very next day at least.
He felt shameful and guilty about their relationship many times, but had no
immediate intentions to put an end to things, as fucked up as that was. Herc
loves  his kid. He  loves  Chuck more than anything in the world.  He’d give
him anything.
And it’s wasn’t like he and Angie hated each other. They  had  fell out of love
and separated on good terms, still agreeing that they would both take care of
Chuck the best they could. They had just never finalized the divorce papers,
with how busy Angela was with her work and taking care of Chuck, and Herc often
being away  on business with the RAAF, or with his old friend Stacker.
They were technically still married but certainly not together.
Herc was fairly confident she was seeing someone too. Not that he fault her for
it. It had been after they moved out and whatever she needed to be happy was
fine with him.
He just  hoped  she would never find out that he was finding happiness in their
own son’s ass.
 
-
 
For three years Herc fucked his boy and  emptied  his balls inside him each and
every time Chuck came to visit.  On  Chuck’s eighteenth birthday, though, the
boy  announced he had  decided to join the armed forces. Herc was both sadden
ed  and relieved to hear the news, not sure what that meant for their
relationship and future, if they had any to begin with.
That night Herc laid his boy down, the last time for a long while, and kissed
him into the mattress, stroking his sides and cheeks slowly before rocking into
Chuck  until they were both panting and cumming in unison.
Nothing was said about how Chuck’s leaving would affect them, as if they both
already knew the answer to that unspoken question.
Herc was conflicted but he held his tongue.
And that night they made love four times.
 
-
 
It was almost four years later that Herc would see Chuck  one on one  again.
They had meet-ups around Angela and family for holidays, but they hadn’t been
alone properly, except a passing in the hallway or a moment alone in the
kitchen around the coffee pot.
Seven years after they’d started, almost to the day, he  had received a text
from Chuck asking for a ride from the city airport, no other explanation given.
Herc didn’t ask for one as he pocketed his keys and drove straight to the
airport to pick up his son.
When he arrived Chuck was  standing at the curb  wearing an oversized jacket
with  a large duffel bag in each arms, which he dropped to the ground the
moment he spotted Herc ’s ute pulling up.    Herc got out, mostly meaning to
pull Chuck into a little hug before he grabbed his things, but he couldn’t stop
himself from squeezing him harder, realizing how long it had been since the
last time he’d seen him.  Herc was surprised how much he had missed his boy
after six months , holding onto the kid until Chuck grunted uncomfortably and
cleared his throat.
“Sorry sprog,” he said gruffly, picking up one of  Chuck’s bag ’s  and
throwing it into the back,  enjoying the idea that his son was finally back
with him. The car ride was filled with Chuck’s story about his time in the
military, the people he met and everything he had done  since the last time
he’d seen Herc.
Unsurprisingly, Chuck had less field work than Herc did when he was his age,
and more with the machines and engines. The kid always did have a gift for
machinery.
And in the midst of his stories, Chuck managed to sneak in a question of how
life was treating his old man.
Herc shrugged. “Not as eventful as yours, sprog. A lot of conferences that you
would have fallen asleep at. Too many hours spent in front of the telly on the
couch.”
Chuck laughed, cocking his signature grin before speaking again. “How about
mom? How’s she doing?”
“You haven’t spoken to her yet?”
“Naw. Texted you first.”
He should not have been as proud as he was in that moment.
“She’s alright. We got the divorce papers finished, and she and Mark are still
seeing each other,” Herc told him matter-of-factly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Chuck pausing for a moment before
easing back into his seat. “Oh, yeah? You a free bird now, old man? Gonna find
someone to settle down with again?”
Herc snorted, shifting in his seat before turning to shoot back a small smirk
at his boy. “Who’s gonna love an old man like me?”
There was only a small chuckle on Chuck’s side and a shaking of his head as
they drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence. When they were home Herc
carried Chuck’s bags in and offered him his bed as he took the couch, unsure of
how Chuck wanted to proceed with things.
He hadn’t a clue if Chuck wanted to start things back up again, or if he had
forgotten everything that occurred between them like it was a bad nightmare.
Herc wasn’t sure which he preferred, or which would be better for either of
them.
After dinner – Herc had whipped up some quick eggs and mashed potatoes for them
– Chuck had excused himself to the shower as Herc sat in his bed, thinking
about nights long passed and preparing for his temporary stay in his living
room couch.
It seemed like he was lost in a trance of thoughts for longer than he thought
because Chuck appeared in the doorway before he had even finished, butt naked
and with an expression on his face that reminded Herc of the first time he held
the kid in his arms, so innocent and pure.
Course that changed immediately when he noticed his dad was staring at him, and
he took a step forward.
“Like what you see, old man?”
Herc meant to snort or wave the kid away, but he did neither, instead his eyes
remained fixed on Chuck’s body. His once small, lean boy was now tall and
strong, almost like his dad. Thick muscle corded his arms and chest, abs that
could put Herc’s to shame, and legs that did not betrayed just how much he ran
while away.
Chuck seemed to notice how transfixed his dad was as he climbed into bed,
straddling Herc’s lap like he was a little kid. Which he was not, and Herc
grunted with slight discomfort but stead ied  himself as he wrapped both arms
around his son, one finger stroking down the spine of Chuck’s back.
“Aren’t you a little too big to be sitting in daddy’s lap?” Herc asked in a
grunt, licking his lips as his soft cock started to stir with interest.
“Aren’t you a little old to be blushing, old man?” Chuck snarked back with a
playful grin that made Herc chuckle before he surged forward for a kiss.
Not even embarrassed in the slightest, Herc fell back on the bed as his mouth
parted and he tasted Chuck on his tongue. Hands went seeking on Herc’s chest,
pushing his shirt up and playing with his pecs, getting Herc hard in a matter
of moments.
They kissed, sloppy and wet, the both of them moaning into the other’s mouth as
they grinded their crotches together desperately. It wasn’t until Chuck’s hand
fumbled with his zipper and snaked into his trousers to cup at his cock did
Herc made a sort of growling noise and attempted to flip Chuck over.
But to his surprise, Chuck held firm, refusing to budge as he grinned and
pulled Herc’s cock out, closing one large hand around the girth and stroking
slowly, thumbing the head teasingly.
“Relax, daddy. I still know what I’m doing,” Chuck all but purred as he gently
lifted himself off and knelt down on the ground and between Herc’s legs.
Without hesitation, Chuck  wrapped  his lips around the head and sucked
feverishly.
“Nnnng,” Herc groaned, eyes rolling back for a second as he grabbed onto the
side of Chuck’s head with both hands, hips gently rolling up, seeking that
warmth. “Still got a mouth to kill for…”
“And it’s all yours, daddy,” Chuck replied when he was given the chance, spit
and precum smeared and dripping down the corner of his mouth. The sight was
deliciously sinful, if Herc had chanced an opportunity to look, but he was lost
in a haze of pleasure.
He did offer up a low, possessive growl, however, to the thought of having
Chuck to himself. Grasping firmly at Chuck’s head, he buried himself in Chuck’s
throat until he felt the spasm of muscles tight around his cock and heard Chuck
gagging.
“That so, boy?” Herc asked in a low husky voice, allowing Chuck time to catch
his breath.
“A-always, daddy.” Was the answer he got back before Herc was fucking back into
his mouth again. He didn’t for long, though. He wanted something more. “Up.
Now. Wanna see you riding my cock.”
Chuck smirked and climbed back onto the bed. “I was already planning to do
that.”
“Less talking, more moving,” Herc grunted,  stripping off his clothes and
throwing them over the side of the bed, watching as Chuck hovered over his
hips. Herc  had to fight back the urge to just pull Chuck down and impale him
on his cock, lube or no lube. “Wait. There’s some lube in the- Ahh fuck!”
Before he finished his sentence, Chuck sank his entire weight down on Herc’s
body, ass swallowing his cock so perfectly.
Herc cursed, blinking rapidly,  trying to find words.  “C-Chuck, wait! You
can’t, not without –“
Chuck paid him no attention as he fucked himself on Herc’s thick cock, burying
himself to the hilt with each bounce. Herc’s head flew back with a moan of
pleasure and it took him a minute to realize that there was no difficulty or
friction as Chuck rode him like the slut he was.
Herc groaned. The kid had already prepped himself earlier.
There was something so hot about watching his own son, all grown up, and more
than an adult in anyone’s eyes, ride his daddy’s cock like the teenage boy he
once was. The hard muscles in Chuck’s stomach  flexed  as he moaned in pure
ecstasy each time his prostate was hit,  hands  reaching out and playing with
his daddy’s chest like he had so many years ago.
Chuck rode him until Herc was close. His hands flew out behind Chuck to grip
his ass tightly as he thrusted upward, long and hard, his balls slapping
against the kid’s ass as he emptied himself inside of him with a  desperate
sound.
It took him a moment to register that Chuck had  come  as well, spilling all
over his belly and Herc’s chest. The boy was panting, chest heaving as he
slowly managed to catch his breath. With a final grunt, Herc fucked his cock up
a few more times just because he could, pushing his cum deeper inside Chuck’s
walls.
The kid whimpered in response, body all but collapsing on top of Herc’s.
With a breathless chuckle, Herc slipped out of his son and rolled them over so
that they were on their sides and Chuck was nuzzled into him. They exchanged a
few long kisses before snuggling in gentle silence for a long while, both
enjoying the warmth of the other.
It was almost ten minutes later when Herc had his thoughts back properly
enough to reluctantly ask the question that had been preying on him.
“Got any plans, kiddo?” Herc asked softly, glancing down at Chuck, who was
lazily tracing circles on his chest. “Like what you’re gonna do now? Now that
you’re back and all.”
Without missing a beat, Chuck spoke quickly. “Thinking about taking it easy.
Find me somebody to settle down with. Y’know, shit like that.”
Herc huffed and half-snorted, though his heart was beating quicker. “Yeah? Find
yourself anybody yet?”
Chuck grinned. “Hell yeah. Hot daddy type. Recently single. One hell of a
fucker. Awesome cock. And the size of those balls, let me tell ya, mate.”
He laughed, red creeping up the back of his neck. “Fucking hell, kid. Trying to
kill me, aren’t ya?”
“Oi. If I do, who’s gonna fuck me then?”
They both laughed a moment, before the sound tapered off into silence . Herc’s
heart refus ed  to settle and his brain denying him any peace. Eventually, he
sighed and lifted Chuck’s head up to meet his eyes.
“Chuck… I… You know I’m your dad, right?”
“No shit, old man.”
He held back the need to scold him. “Then you know this is wrong, and… You’re a
young, attractive guy. Could probably land any guy or gal you wanted. Don’t
need to be tied down to an old bastard like me.”
Herc felt like he had said something wrong, like he had made their fucked up
relationship even more  twisted , because Chuck went silent for a long while. A
frown spread across his lips and Herc immediately regretted asking him
anything.
Right as he was about to ask the kid if he was alright, though, Chuck spoke up.
“Oi. Don’t be a fucking idiot. I know what I want, dad. I want you. It’s…
always been you. Yeah, shit, it’s kind of really wrong and fucked up but I
don’t really care. Not really. I’m gonna grow old with you and watch you grow
into an old fart, more than you already are.”
Herc frowned but inside his chest, a wave of relief washed over him and he felt
warm and pleased. “Oi, watch your mouth, kiddo. Can still give you a spanking
if I wanted.”
“Try and watch how fast I leave you, old man.”
He smiled genuinely and pulled Chuck even closer, one hand reaching around to
slap his ass playfully. “Not going anywhere, sprog. You’re mine now.”
Chuck began to squirm and struggle in his arms as Herc laughed and rolled so he
was on top of the boy, pinning his arms above his head.
“Still stronger than you, kiddo,” Herc teased and watched with amusement as
Chuck bucked in vain against his restraints. “Could definitely get used to
this.”
“Fuck you.”
“Naw. I’ll be doing the fucking here.” Herc smirked and leaned down to kiss him
possessively until Chuck was whining and thrashing about.
“D-daddy…”
“Hmm?”
“I-I love you…”
It was soft and quiet and Herc almost missed it, but he didn’t. It made him
smile and his stomach warm with a need. He gave Chuck another kiss, slower this
time.
“I love you too, baby boy.”
End Notes
     I wrote this because of another thing I read on a different website
     and it gave me some inspiration. Hope you guys liked. Also yes I know
     it's been forever. I am sorry. I am a terrible person.
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