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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic
      Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Agents_of_S.H.I.E.L.D._(TV)
  Relationship:
      John_Garrett/Grant_Ward
  Character:
      John_Garrett, Grant_Ward, Grant_Ward's_brothers, Grant_Wards_father_and
      mother
  Additional Tags:
      Child_Abuse, Parent/Child_Incest, Father_Figures, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Statutory_Rape, Control, Orgasm, Canon-Typical
      Violence
  Series:
      Part 1 of Are_You_the_God_I_Don't_Believe_In?
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-28 Words: 3599
****** The Origin of a Villian ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     This is the backstory of how Grant became Garrett's devotee.
     Warning this chapter is extremely dark and involves child sexual
     abuse.
Notes
     This chapter was originally in the story Are You the God I Don't
     Believe In? A friend suggested it would better as a one shot. That it
     went too far a field from Skye's story. I deleted it from the
     original story. As always I am open and appreciate any suggestions
     and feedback.
Grant watched the house, his father’s house. The red brick colonial, his
father’s pride and joy. He designed the house and grounds to show the world the
ideal backdrop of his political ambitions, his success, and his ideal family,
What a crock of shit.
Brutal memories
Eight year old Grant awoke with a start in the middle of the night. Something
was in the room. Freeze he told himself. He counted the duration of each breath
as he inhaled and exhaled. Pretend to be asleep. The room is pitch black He
detected movement. A presence moved toward the bed. The hard wood floors barely
registered a sound. He could feel a shadow that stood by the bed. Don’t move he
told himself. Maybe it will go away. He felt the bed dip as the presence sat on
the bed. The smell of Cuban cigars and expensive Kentucky bourbon wafted into
his nostrils. Daddy? He doesn't understand. His father laid against his back
and pulled Grant closer. He remained aralyzed as his father’s hand reached into
his pajamas and cupped his penis and began to rub. Ward remained still. Daddy?
Why? He asked silently. His father continued for a prolonged period of torture
until Grant ejaculated.
“Good boy.” His father murmured. Without having removed his hand his father
spooned their bodies and fell asleep.
Frozen Grant stared sightlessly into space.
The Well
Eleven year old Grant could barely hold onto the rope. His water and blood
soaked hands slip as he was pulled up. The rope abraded the soft water soaked
tissue of his torso, hands, and arms. He place his feet in a square knot that
quickly tighten and became a tourniquet around his feet. He was unceremoniously
pulled from the well and dumped on the ground. His older brother tugged the
rope roughly away from his body; it caused blood to rush back into his feet.The
pain. Sharp needles permeated his lower extremities. His younger twin looked on
as he tearfully cowered against the brick well.
Grant’s older brother looked from brother to brother with contempt.
“Do what I tell you! When I order you to beat your brother, do it! Don't
ever talk back to me you stupid bastard! Have you learned your lesson,
Grant?" Say uncle you bastard!” Grant hesitated trying to catch his breath. His
older brother promptly kicked him in his kidneys.”
“Uncle!” Grant managed to gasp as he withered away in pain.
His older brother abruptly turned and walked back toward the house. Grant’s
twin did not move. He never acted. He left him. He left him there, alone, in
the dark.
“Grant, I’m so sorry”, his twin wept.
“Fuck you!” Grant replied his soul filled with hate. Later he had beaten his
little brother to a bloody pulp because he'd done nothing but cry.
Rebellion
“Sir we found him drinking with some other teenagers by the falls. When we
recognized him we thought it best to bring him back to you.” The officer said
pushing Grant into the alcove. Grant caught a glimpse of his mother as she
moved to her room and quietly shut the door behind her. His mouth tightened in
disgust.
“Thank you, officer Kolb is it?” The officer nodded his reply, “I really
appreciate your assistance. We’ll see that this doesn’t happen again. Won’t we
Grant?”
Grant doesn’t say a thing but stared back with defiance.” His father dismissed
the officer, closed the door and orderd. “In my study now.” Grant moved stiffly
into the study as his father sat down behind his mahogany desk. The faint smell
of cigars and bourbon made Grant nauseous.
“Grant, because of your flagrant disregard for the rules I am sending you to
military school."
Grants heart quickened with anticipation. He had tried running away numerous
times. A runaway would not play well in his father's social circles. His father
had spared no expense to get his boy back quietly. To be sent away would be a
dream come true.
“But first, you’ll have your punishment for having embarrassed me. You know the
drill.” Ward's heart sank. He pointed to the desk and snapped his fingers.
Grant stared back, not moving. ”Don’t make me call security.” Grant had
experience with his father’s lackeys. When Grant no longer acquiesced to his
father’s wishes, they had been the ones to hold him down as his father raped
him. He’d rather not have an audience. He moved to the desk unzipped his pants,
pulled them down and bent over on the huge mahogany desk. His father came to
his feet and did the same. His father hesitated for a moment, having the
thought of making Grant go down on him but decided against it. The last time he
tried Grant had bit him. With no preparation or fanfare his father proceeded to
rape him. Grant has learned to make no sound through the tearing burning pain
but bitter hot salty tears streamed down his face. His thoughts focused on
escaping to military school and finding sanctuary.
Retribution
The dreams...the dreams have brought him back. One can never escape the past.
He stealthily entered the house, deactivated the security system, and crossed
the foyer. The lights abruptly came on. Grant was temporarily blinded. His
brother taunted, "Ah, the prodigal son returned. On second thought, you are far
from that. To what do we owe this honor?” Grant could tell his brother was
slightly drunk. Ward smiled quickly approached him and hit him in the jaw with
all the force of hate that he had built up over the years. His brother crashed
to the floor without a sound. Grant entered the study the sight and smell
momentarily paralyzed him. He then moved to the bar, took a full bottle of
bourbon and doused the desk with it. He continued by empting the content of
every bottle in the bar. He doused the walls of the library, the furniture, and
the family photos that reflected a family that didn’t exist. As he exited he
took out a lighter, lit the family bible, and threw it into the room. The room
instantly ignited. He stepped over his brother who was faintly moaning and
exited the house. Looked up in the sky and felt at peace.
Garret's Grooming
Grant was lead to the visitor commons room. He hadn't had a visitor since he
entered the detention facility. A jovial man with military baring recognized
him, stood up, and without introduction started speaking.
“Grant Ward? My name is John Garrett. Quarter Master of your old military
school is an old buddy of mine. He told me a about a pissed of young cadet with
off the chart hand eye coordination. Going AWOL, stole a car and drove over a
thousand miles home and tried to burn the place down. I must say I find a young
man like that intriguing”.
He gestured to table where they sat. “I’m curious did you know your brother was
in the house when you set it on fire?” Who the hell was this guy? Was he a
lawyer? Grant waited a few seconds before answering reluctantly.

“No, sir I did not.” Grant replies looking John Garrett straight in the eye
without emotion.
Garrett looked skeptical.“I was a pyro as a kid too. I ended up making a pretty
good living at it." Ward was confused.
Garret leaned forward and abruptly changed the subject. "I’m here to make you a
one-time offer so listen up. Not only are you folks pressing charges against
you for arson and attempted murder but your older brother has petitioned the
court to have you tried as an adult. Now you can spend the next few years in a
cage, blaming mommy and daddy and you mean older brother for you problems or
you can let me get you out of here and teach you to be a man. I work for a
secret organization that is always looking to recruit young men like you.”

"Why should I trust you?”

“You shouldn’t. Don’t trust anyone ever, especially me. Let me be clear going
with me will be the hardest thing you have ever done But, on the other hand no
one will ever screw with you again. Say yes. Ten seconds and I walk out that
door."  Garrett paused for a few seconds before leaning toward Ward "Say yes.”
Garrett cajoled. 

“Yes.” Came the terse reply. Suddenly a paramilitary team entered the room
ordering staff and inmates to the floor.
Garrett winked and said enthusiastically, “I told you it was going to be fun!”
 
           ________________________________________________________
 
Garrett and Grant walked through the woods. Buddy, Garret’s dog, had just
retrieved a bird that Garrett had shot.

“I’m going to retire out here one day. A thousand acres of Wyoming woods and
meadows already paid for.” Garrett motioned with the bird the surrounding area.
Grant looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

“Speak up son; I’m not a mind reader.”

“What if the police find us?”

“Nobody’s looking. Your family would be happy never to see you again. As for
the cops they do best when they stand out of SHEILD’s way.”

“So is SHEILD academy near here?”

“Right now you have more pressing problems like what you’re going to eat
tonight?’
 
Grant motioned toward he bird. “I thought that was our dinner.”
“No this is my dinner. I shot him. I eat him. Hell, Buddy deserves this bird
more than you do. He retrieved him. Out here son, you want something, you have
to earn it. From here on out you earn everything. You want a warm place to
sleep you make it. You want something to eat you kill it.” He proceeded to
throw the bird into storage compartment at the back of the pickup.
“You can’t be serious. All I have in here are some clothes. All right, this
isn’t fair. If you would have told me I would have brought some tools or food.”
“Stop blaming me for your own failure. It makes me not like you.” The thought
of that tears at Grant’s gut.
“You want it easy? Go back to juvee where you have three square meals and cot.
Confirm what your family believes, what everyone believes. That Grant Ward is
worthless.” Garrett relented and gestured to the dog.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll leave Buddy here. Maybe he’ll take care of you I’ll
be back in another couple of months. Either you’ll be here or you won’t. He got
in the vehicle, turned on the engine, and glanced back at Grant with a smile.
“For what it’s worth I believe you can do it.”
Garrett quickly pulled away leaving Grant frustrated, angry, and alone.
                                        
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Garrett examined the campsite. Ward silently approached him, raised the rifle
to the back of Garret’s head. He wanted to pull the trigger.

"Give me one reason not to blow your head off”. Grant threatened.

“I brought tacos.” Garret said nonchalantly as he raised a small white paper
sack. Grant reluctantly lowered the gun.
“I was half expecting you to be long gone.” Garrett said.
"I was half expecting you to never have come back.” Grant could not keep the
hurt and longing out of his voice. “You said a couple of months. It has been
six.”

Garret shrugs, “I was out of the country on assignment. It seems like you and
Buddy did well without me.” Garret gestured toward the well organized camp.

“The first few weeks were rough but then I realized my thinking was limited. So
I started raiding cabins. I got some tools, a tent. Life got easier.” Grant
looked over his camp site with pride. He motioned to the base of the hill. “I’m
going to build a cabin, over there.”

”See I told you, you could do it.” John nudges Ward in the shoulder and looked
over the make shift camp with pride. “Damn son, you stepped up in a big way. I
couldn’t be prouder if you were my own". Grants breath catches at the thought.
Suddenly Garret swings around with a gun and aims it directly at Ward’s chest.
Ward freezes. He slightly lifts his hands in surrender.
“I lied about the tacos.”
“What is that for? “
“Your next lesson”
Garret spun around and proceeded to shoot up the camp. Grant’s only thought was
that Garret was destroying his first real home. Garrett hands the pistol back
to Ward who reluctantly took it.

“Your turn, stick with me kid and in a couple of years you’ll shoot better than
that.”
Fixation
After a moment of silence, “Can I? Can I stick with you?”

"What are you asking for son?"
"I want to be with you...sleep with you."

 "Is that what you want son?"

“More than anything.” In truth he didn't know he wanted. He needed someone he
could consider family.  This is what he knew. This is what he done to get what
he needed. 
He tentatively reached down and worked the front of Garret's fatigues.

  "You have to do this.” Garret commanded.

“I want to", Grant whispered. He lowered his head, came to his knees and cupped
Garrett's length through his pants. Ward looked up in adoration and need.
"I can make it good for you." Ward whispered as he looked up into Garrett's
eyes. "I can be who ever you want me to be. You've always been there me. I want
to to be here for you." Grant murmured.
Grant continued to stroke Garrett. Garrett did not pull away. Ward was
emboldened and unclasped and slowly unzipped Garrett's pants reached in and
clasped  Garret's cock.  He leaned down and ran his lips along the shaft and
then took the tip in his mouth and sucked,  Garrett gasped and Ward took him
further into his mouth. He looked up at Garrett's eyes before his head had
begun to bob up and down.  Garret entwined his fingers through Grant’s hair as
he took control of the motion and fucked Ward's face.
“Son you are talented”. Garrett hissed.  Grant responded by deepening the
thrust of his mouth. To prevent him from choking, he swallowed the tip of the
penis as it entered the back of his throat.

“I am going to come”. Garret warned. Grant even harder. It wasn't about him. It
was all about Garrett's pleasure. He climaxed and Grant swallowed as much of
the cum as he could as it shot down his throat.

“Damn it son you’re good!”

Grant continued to kiss and suck Garret’s now spent member. Eventually, Garret
pulled Grant off and bent down to kiss his lips. He tasted himself. He brought
their foreheads together and shuttered.

“It's the first time I’ve enjoyed it." Ward whispered. That was a lie he did
not feel anything. Yet he wanted Garret to think he did.
"This is the first time it wasn’t forced.” That was the truth. Grant gazed into
Garret’s eyes. “I wanted to please you."

Garret inquired. "Why?
“You rescued me. You are the first one who gave a damn about me....My father
raped me." Why had he shared that? Ward blushed and looked away with shame. It
was made more horrible when he spoke of it aloud. The truth was like pus that
burst from a lanced wound. He held his breath and waited for rejection.
Desperation grew from  the pit of his stomach.
“Son of a bitch.”

Grant continued to stroke Garret as his penis began to swell.

“I want you to fuck me!” Grant pled suddenly. He wanted to be normal... for sex
to be normal.

“Grant, no.”

“I want you to make it feel good.” Grant whimpered against his lips beforehe
kissed him with feigned wanton need He couldn't lose Garret. He was the only
one who saw who he could be.

“Oh hell.” Garret got up and retrieved a first aid kit and took out the
container of Vaseline and threw it to Grant.
“If you want it you need to prepare yourself.”
Grant proceeded to remove his clothing He scooped up some of the jelly and
soothed it over his hand. He reached back and spread the Vaseline between his
ass cheeks.

“Finger yourself, get ready for me.” Garret began to stroke himself. Grant
continued to stroke his anus with one, two, and eventually he made use of three
fingers.

“I think you’re ready. If you want it you’re going to have to take it.” Grant
nodded and came over to Garret and straddled him. He sat on Garret’s thighs as
he took some more Vaseline from the jar and applied it to Garret’s penis.
“You’re in control son.” Had he ever been? Ward wondered.
Grant nodded, grabbed Garrets penis and lined it up with his hole and slowly
sank onto it. He was still for a minute when his anus fully engulfed Garret's
cock. Grant exhaled slowly.
"It feels so good." Good meant it didn't hurt. It did not burn and bleed. He
was not ripped apart.

“Work it son.”

Grant nodded and began to ungulate up and down.

“So fucking tight!” Garret moaned.
Garret grabbed onto Grant’s hips and increased the pace. Grant threw his head
back and entwined his fingers through is hair, arched his back and, increased
the rotation of his hips.

Garret had never seen anything as erotic. Grant suddenly stiffened and cried
out in release as he came onto their stomachs. Garret followed filling Grant
with his seed.

"You’re stuck with me kid." Garret stated as he pulled Grant into his embrace.
It had worked, Grant thought. Instead of feeling triumphant Ward felt...empty.
 
No Attachments-No Weakness
 
“I have a present for you.” Garret stated.

Grant and Garret sit in the back of one of SHIELD’s SUVs.

“Really, for me?”

“I know it was hard taking care of Buddy.” Grant looked down. No emotional
attachments. Attachments show weakness. He had shot Buddy as he ran through the
woods. Buddy who had helped him survive months of isolation. Buddy didn’t know
what hit him. He was a good dog. Grant pushed the thought out of his mind.
Compared to that this would be easy.

The vehicle pulled over and stopped. Grant looked at Garret expectantly. “I’m
giving you the opportunity to finish what you started.” Garrett offered.
"Thank you. Grant responded in earnest sincerity as he exited out of the
vehicle on the crest of the hill. He looked down at his childhood home Ward
surveyed the area In order to set up a sniper's nest. The driver opened the
back and took out a black trunk full of tactical equipment and weapons.

"Signal us when you’re done." Grant stared back mutely and nodded. The suburban
silently pulled away as Grant sought cover In the darkness.
Grant scrutinized his home through a snipers lens. He watched as a black
suburban pulled up with the military school’s insignia. His father and twin
exit the house and move to the van. His eye tracked his brother’s movement. His
back is stiff as he stowed his gear. He walked with an uncomfortable rigid
gait. Grant recognized that walk. His father exchanged small talk with the
driver. Introduced his son and put an affectionate hand on his shoulder.
Through the lens he saw his brother flinch. Grant’s finger tightened on the
trigger as he told himself to wait. His brother got into the passenger seat as
the driver gets in. Grant watched the vehicle depart. His eye trained on his
brother. His brother never looked back.
 
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Grant had stealthily taken care of security. They dropped without a sound. He
made his way to the vinyl sheeting that covered the gutted library, sliced it
with a razor, and easily gained entry. Down the hall he looked through the open
kitchen doors to see his mother, with a drink in her hand, as she gazed up at
the stars. He approached her from behind, reached around and quickly snapped
her neck. She didn’t have time to change her expression. He gently lowered her
to the floor and stepped over her . No attachments.
His father and older brother were in the living room smoking cigars and
drinking his father’s best Kentucky bourbon. The conversation centered on his
brother being made partner at his law firm and his father cackled that there
was no stopping them now. Grant cleared his throat. "Is that so?" He responded
dryly.
They turned to face him simultaneously. He let the knives fly at the same
moment. It paid to be ambidextrous. It mutually incapacitated them both. They
fell to their knees as the knives were buried in their groins. Grant used zip
ties to restrain them. He looked at his father as he stood over his brother and
pulled the knife out of his brother's groin. He cut the femoral artery. He
wanted his father to watch as his progeny die. His father was beyond speech and
watched in horror as one son bled out and the other exited the room.
               --------------------------------------------------
 
Grant got into the suburban on the crest of the hill. It pulled away without
turning on its lights. He stared straight ahead. No emotion registered on his
face.
“How did it go, son?”
At that moment a massive explosive concussion traveled through the suburban. it
rocked the vehicle. The sudden increase fluctuation in air pressure caused
their ears to pop.
“I attached an explosive to the gas line that led to the house. It sounded like
it worked.”
“Regrets?”
“None I’m free to follow you anywhere. No attachments. No weakness”
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