Chapter 7

The Seven meeting room is an expansive, circular space that exudes an aura of power and prestige. At its center is a striking table, expertly crafted to mirror the iconic Vought Seven logo—a bold, conjoined V7—symbolizing unity and strength among the members. The table's sleek surface glimmers under the bright lights, inviting important discussions and decisions.

Surrounding the space, large screens are embedded in the smooth, modern walls, their glowing displays constantly updating with vital information and live feeds from around the world, keeping the Seven informed of any developments that could require their attention...which only I and A-train fucking use...well also my silent homeboy Noir...how do I know he's black...dunno, but he is. Across from these technological marvels, a stunning wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offers a panoramic view of the bustling cityscape below, a reminder of their influence and the public they protect—and sometimes exploit.

Seated in a semi-circle are the six subordinate members, Myself, A-Train, Queen Meave, Black Noir, The Deep, and Translucent each carefully positioned to maintain an unobstructed view of the entrance. Their expressions are a mix of anticipation and deference as they wait for Homelander to enter. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension, as the prospect of his arrival promises both inspiration and intimidation for most of the latter, setting the stage for discussions that could change everything.

As Homelander walks in, cape swishes behind him, and his iconic smile...(fake).

Homelander towers over most men, his striking figure defined by a shock of golden hair, fair skin, and piercing blue eyes that seem to command attention wherever he goes. His suit is a bold homage to the old-school titans of comic legends, blending elements of Superman and Captain America into a striking ensemble that radiates strength and charisma. 

The costume features rich colors, with a vivid blue bodice emblazoned with the symbol of his power. He dons bright red gloves and matching boots that accentuate his formidable presence. Gold shoulder pads and wrist protectors add a touch of regality, hinting at his self-appointed status as a protector of America. Cascading behind him, his cape—emblazoned with stars and stripes—billows dramatically, serving as a potent symbol of patriotism and the idealized heroism he embodies...not.

I swear I heard Deep's but clench. A-Train sat straighter. Translucent was typing away on a keypad checking the popularity polls. The more popular you are the more money your paid. And money is the only thing this carbon-skinned fucker cares about...well and peeping one woman in the bathroom, hmph fucking waste man has no game.

Meave rolled his eyes, already done with the situation. Noir...well he did his usual thing and turned his head. Me...well I had my hand folded over my chest as the display in front of me was playing some footage from a bank robbery earlier today.

Homelander got to his spot with his back to the window, allowing the light behing him to enhancce his presence. 

"Translucent talk to me" he finally said. Causing the invisible Supe to look up form the screen and answer him. 

"You in the lead in the polls follwed by, Noir second, Glacius third, Queen Meave forth, A-Train fifth....me sixth" he said with a clearly displeased tone. " And Deep at the bottom."

"In the case of Meave he numbers are mostly the same but Ice-boy hace been far more active in this year than she has in a while ergo why he's ahead, and A-Train is climing fast. As for the Deep he's been useless the entire year. Glacius can handly shipreack and was seen freezing a Tsunami in Florida. It brought good traction to The Seven, but most fans and critics are saying that fish boy is useless now that Glacius is ont he team and can handle anything he can and more. The general consensus...is there no point to him being ont he team." he said getting a nod from Homelander and a small snicker from Meave.

Homelander's gaze locked onto the Deep who kept looking down, as he felt the gaze boring into him. " Fix it or be replaced" was all Homelander said.

He then turned to Noir with a smile. " Good work as always Black Noir" The masked assassin said nothing, but he and Homelander had known each other long enough that the leader of The Seven understood his silent black gaze better than most.

He then looks at A-Train. He knew the speedster idolized him, which put him in John's good graces. "Good job kid. Keep up the good work" he said as he watched the young man sit straighter at his praise, making him smile a more genuine one in response.

Finally, his gaze landed on Glacius. Who was in his opinion Black Noir who could talk and control Ice. He took his work seriously and like Black Noir was not afraid of him. Both his and Black Noir heart heartbeats are always steady around him. No not everyone was terrified of him. But there are different flavors of fear. Those afraid of his power, those afraid of disappointing him like A-Train and The Deep, and those afraid of being the subject of his wrath.

But Glacius was none. He just did his job and unlike most, he did fake a smile or overly flatter him when they spoke to each other. Which was so fucking refreshing with the amount of sheep he had to deal with daily. 

"Glacius" he called out to get his attention.

The Ice-man looked up from the screen before answering. "Yeah boss man," he said.

And there it is the term only he used to address him. Not John and he only used Homelander if they were on a mission. Bossman, just sounder right to John. To him, it indicated Glacius acknowledged him as the leader of The Seven, and he respected his strength.

"Thoughts?" he asked getting a raised brow in response. 

"Hmmm. The Deep could rebrand. Vought could launch an underwater exploration venture, led by the man of the sea. Fish Fuck is resistant to depth submarines can't get past. We have him recover lost treasures, locate lost vessels, etc. Show we as The Seven then rescue people and put out the fire. We can also...save history."

By the time he was done, everyone was looking at him with widened eyes, except for Homelander who was smiling. " Excellent. Deep head down to hero management and have one of them meet Glacius when he has time to go over the finer details of this venture. He just gave you a lifeline...fuck it up and you're done. Everyone dismissed, Glacius stayed"

After everyone else but the two left. Galcius spoke. "You're doing better," he said.

Homelander chuckled before responding." I have you to thank for that. Before you, I had to carry this fucking team on my back. Sure I had Noir but he doesn't speak and the two of us alone weren't enough to maintain the image I had for The Seven. Then you came along you get it like I do our superiority and you create multiple ventures to make sure our image isn't smuged by incompetent fuck sticks like Deep and greedy cunts like Translucent. You keep A-Train on the right track, with training and oversight, you have never failed a mission, and Noir is Noir. Us four do what we have to so the fuck up of the other three go generally un-noticed."

He said with glee. " Like the comic books you came up, the fighting games and movies thta keep out fans entertained and wanting more of US. So yes my friend, I'm doing better." he finished.

Glacius took off the mask that covered his lower face. A small smile could be seen on his face. "A good leader shines best they don't have to regulate everything. I get that, NOit gets that and I'm teaching A-Train to think for himself and the team," he said getting a nod from Homelander.

"We have to think about what's best for The Seven and also Vought. Yet we have members more concerned about getting their dick wet. I mean I get it pussy is great. But between the scandals, Vought has to cover up and the lack of common sense in how they go about it. Sooner or later we'll have to replace The Deep and Translucent."

"Not Meave," said Homelander with some surprise in his tone.

"No she's quite literally the only female on the team and she has the most female supporters on The Seven. If she gets the boot without a valid fuck up prior to justifying it, we risk looking sexist. So for now, she stays and we wait. More changes will come that put The Seven in the limelight in the way you want it...as Paragons." he said.

Homelander was ecstatic by that notion. The world would see The Seven the way he wanted and he as the leader of such heroes would be the figurehead.

"That's what I like to hear. I leave it to you. Keep me in the loop as always," he said, to which Glacius nodded before putting on his mask and heading toward the door. Homelander watched him leave before turning towards the window and savoring the view. 

Soon...soon America would see him the way he was meant to be seen...as better than them.

Meanwhile, Glacius was walking through the hallway heading to his room. "Markus!" he paused as he heard someone calling his name. 

I turned around and saw Ashley, wearing a black pantsuit and holding a binder. " Hi I wa-"

"Show me!" he said cutting her off. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she looked around to ensure no one was looking. "Here?" she asked nervously.

Glacius nearly raised a brown in response indicating he would not ask again. She bit his lips. She slowly turned around and zipped down the back of her pantsuit, showing that she had obeyed his instruction. She was not wearing underwear judging by the shiny jewel blocking her back door. She was wearing a butt plug.

Before she could zip up. He pulled her close, slid two fingers between her legs, and caressed her snatch. A moan escaped her lip. She quickly covered her mouth as his hip betrayed her, rocking back and forth welcoming his touch. 

Before she cut cum he stopped and whispered in her ears" Tonight.". Her blush intensified, but she managed to get decent and recover. 

When she turned around he had already gone leaving her pent-up, but excited for this evening. She headed back to her division with a hint of a skip in her step. 

As Glacius entered his room, he wasted no time, stripped, and entered the shower. He felt someone get a bit after causing him to smile a bit. " Feel a tab pent up today...Meave"

He said to the redhead behind him without turning around. She pressed her naked body on his back and whispered in his ear with a sultry yet needy tone. " Shutup and ravish me"

Before she could react he had her back pressed against the glass wall of the shower. One of her legs was held up exposing her dripping cunt. She bit her lips in anticipation. "Beg," he said. As he rubbed his erect shaft against her quivering entrance.

She wanted to resist if only because of pride. But as her hips unconsciously rocked in motion with his shaft caused her to burn up even more. She wanted no...she needed him to scratch the itch only he could and he knew it.

"Please...I need it" she said his tone dripping with lust.

He smirked as his hip trusted forth, sheathing himself in her in on swift motion.

"Fuckkk you big dick bastard." she mewled as his eyes rolled back. He lifted her other leg and began his assault. His hands grabbed onto the back of his head as took her breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Alternating so neither was left out. He'd give the fucking she needed then attend to his...other red head this evening.