This is my first fanfic and I noticed there aren't a lot of The Iron Giant so I decided to write one myself! Now I know there are some people who like the main character to be in pain or have something bad happen to them and I happen to be one of them! Please review and I hope you like it!

Hogarth Hughes is ready to get home. School is not his favorite thing to do, not like it's any other kid's either. He pedels as fast as he can down the hill where his house sits waiting. He screeches to a stop and rolls the bike to the side of the barn. He looks at it, remembering when he hid the giant in there. That was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he misses his friend terribly. He walks up to the door with his key in hand, but before he unlocks it he sees a car parked slightly away from the house. It's an old beat up car. Nothing fancy and would probably be right at home in Dean's junkyard. He shrugs thinking it's nothing and goes inside the house.

As he walks through the house, grabbing a twinkie from the kitchen, he doesn't hear the door shut behind him. He turns around to head upstairs and runs right into a hard wall. He looks up and gasps.

"You! Yo...you can't be here." He stutters as he quickly backs away.

"Now what kind of greeting is that to give your old man?" the stranger answers.

Hogarth puts the kitchen table between them. It's been years since he's seen his father and he hasn't changed. He's still a big, burly man with an evil glint in his eye. He remembered when he didn't have that glint. He was a normal, loving husband and father. Then something snapped in him and everything went to hell. Hogarth didn't want a repeat of that, the last time had nearly killed him and his mom. He had to get him to leave before she came home.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

His father walks slowly around the table to try and get closer while Hogarth quickly puts distance between them. "I can't come see my son? I can't come see how my dear Annie is doing?"

"No you can't! You're breaking the law by being here! Now get out!"

His father stops short and stares at him for a few seconds. Stunned at what his son just said to him. Then a slow smile spreads across his face giving him a look that sends chills down Hogarth's spine.

"That's no way...to speak...to your FATHER, BOY!" He screams as he throws the chairs out of the way. Scared, Hogarth runs for the front door but stops when a chair is thrown in front of him. His father walks out in front of him and says, "You're not going anywhere till I'm through with you, boy."

Terrified for his life, Hogarth runs around the house trying to get out but is always cut off. He finally has no choice but to run up the stairs and hope to climb out his window. He makes it to the front of his mom's room when a giant force plows into him, knocking him down. "Where you think you're going?" his father whispers in his ear.

"No! Let me go!" he cries, struggling to break free from his iron grip. His father picks him up and throws him on his mom's bed. His hands are flying everywhere trying to scratch, punch, something to get free. A blast of pain hits the side of his face, stunning him. His hands are then retrained by the giant hand of his father. He stares up into the face that was the source of many nightmares when he was little. He never wants to feel that way again. Scared, helpless, angry. He was done feeling that way. Since this man had left everything had been so good for him and his mom. They didn't have to cower and wait for something bad to happen. Sure, it was hard on her to keep the house going and to feed him but it was better than when they had him around. Dean was ten times the man he had ever been! He helps around the house, makes his mom smile and laugh, and always has time to play with him. Tears welled in the back of his eyes as he thought about what will happen to her if she found out he was back.

His father's face comes down closer to him and he lays his head down beside him pressing his cheek against Hogarth's. He breathes in deep as if smelling him. "I've missed you so much." he whispers.

Hogarth struggles some more, twisting and turning, trying to wiggle his way out. Suddenly, he stops. He feels something pressing against his thigh. He moves a little and he feels it getting harder. Oh my god...that can't be...

He hears a chuckle next to him. "Yes, Hogarth. That's exactly what you think it is."

To prove his point, he presses against his and starts rubbing against it. Hogarth's eyes widen in shock. He couldn't possibly be getting hard from pinning his son down! Could he?

"Oh man. It's been so long since I last had somone to hold. Sluts just don't do it for me anymore." His father lifts his face then presses his lips down on Hogarth's. Hogarth's eyes widen even more and starts trying to get away. The lips press down harder and something wet rubs between his, prying them open, and suddenly his tongue was twisting with his father's tongue. He closes his eyes and tries to block it out. He feels hands over his chest, running over his nipples, making them hard. The kiss is broken as his shirt is lifted over his head but is left over his arms to trap them. Lips attach onto his nipples resulting in a cry from the helpless boy. "No! Please don't do this! This isn't right, I'm your son!"

A smile spreads across the man's face as he continues to lick and tease him. "But it's your fault this is happening. You riled me up and now you have to pay the consequence."