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The doors to the meeting room open as The Deep steps forward, through them sits the large table shaped into the Vought logo, with Homelander sitting in his regular seat at the top. Deep looks around the rest of the table, slowly realizing that all the other seats are empty.
“Oh… Well I heard we had a meeting.” Deep forces a cough out awkwardly as he turns to leave the room. “So I’ll just leave you to it.”
“Well, we’re having a meeting right now, aren’t we Deep?” Homelander says with the tilt of his head, making The Deep stop in his tracks. “You and me, come on in.”
He stands there awkwardly for a second, looking back as the doors close shut behind him. Homelander offers him an oddly menacing smile.
The Deep tries his best to look down at his feet and avoid eye contact as he rushes to sit down in his chair, hoping to get as much space between him and Homelander without making it too awkward.
The Deep swallows the lump in his throat, his heart racing as he opens his mouth to speak. “So, uh, what did you, uh…” he trails off nervously, “Is there anything I can do for you, Homelander?”
Homelander lets out a huff of air, shrugging slightly. “Yeah, I guess,” Homelander sighs, shaking his head, “you can help me understand something, Deep.”
The Deep feels his palms begin to sweat as Homelander chuckles to himself with a smile, “Maybe I’m just stupid.” He turns to look at Deep, his cold eyes meeting the other’s, his smile fading. “Am I stupid, Deep?”
The Deep's eyes open in shock, his heart thumping in his chest as Homelander stares him down, waiting for an answer.
He scoffs at the ridiculous question, “No! You’re not stupid.” He lets a laugh fall through his lips, failing to realize just how nervous it sounded. “You’re smart. You’re very smart… right?”
“Yeah, okay.” Homelander says under his breath, his tone mocking. The Deep only watches as Homelander stands up from his chair. “So, for what possible reason… what razor sharp fish instinct-“ Homelander slaps his hands onto each of The Deep’s shoulders, massaging them slowly as he speaks, “-Made you run to Stillwell and tell her what you thought you saw down there?”
The Deep feels himself stutter, the words slipping from his mouth in a jumbled up mess. “I thought- I thought I was uh…” The Deep swallows, trying to think of the best possible answer to give Homelander, not wanting to displease the other any further, “I don’t even- I don’t even know what I saw down there, as a matter of fact, it was really dark and the water was really muddy and…” The Deep pauses his rambling as he tries his best to calm himself down. He notices the grip on his shoulders grow tighter and tighter, “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.”
Homelander pinches his shoulders even harder, forcing The Deep to twitch as he chokes out another excuse, “I didn’t- I didn’t really see anything down there as a matter of fact.”
The Deep almost lets out a sigh of relief as Homelander lifts his hands with a small chuckle. Deep can't see it but he can already imagine the grin pulling at the other's face.
“That’s what I thought.” Homelander brings his hand up before setting it down on Deep's head, ruffling his hair. He pulls back his hand only for it to be brought back down a second later onto his shoulder.
The Deep shivers, his eyes falling shut as Homelander's hand travels up from his shoulder to his neck. “And I trust that we never have to have this conversation again.” The Deep looks up at Homelander, licking his lips nervously.
“Of course not,” Deep gasps, “Just this once.”
Homelander’s grip on his neck tightens ever so slightly and Deep feels his heartbeat pick up speed. “You’ve already broken my trust once, Deep… How do I know that you’ll keep it this time around, hm?”
The Deep's eyes widen and he goes to nod his head, though it’s a little difficult seeing as Homelander’s grip around his throat has been steadily getting tighter. “I’ll do anything- anything sir… to prove my loyalty.”
Homelander smiles sweetly and lets out a small chuckle, his hand loosening as he moves it further up Deep’s neck, till he can trail a finger along the other’s sharp jaw.
The Deep’s mouth parts with a silent gasp, Homelander using it to his advantage as he presses his thumb against Deep’s bottom lip.
“You do know that I’m the one in charge here? Right, Deep?” Homelander’s mouth curls into a devilish smirk as his gaze flickers between The Deep’s eyes and lips.
Deep nods carefully, “Yeah- yeah, of course.” His breaths erratic as he becomes more and more cautious of his word choice.
“Say it!” Homelander shouts, making the Deep flinch under his touch before pausing for a moment and huffing out a small laugh. “I want you to say it. Tell me I’m in charge, Deep. I need to hear it from you.”
“You’re in charge…” Deep whispers, his eyes clenching shut. The air is still for a moment.
“So then you’ll do anything I say?” Homelander questions, a grin pulling at his lips when Deep nods, “You’ll do anything to prove your loyalty, huh?”
“Yes.” Deep agrees instantly.
“So if I told you right now to get on your fucking knees and suck my dick you’d do it?” Homelander asks with a laugh.
Deep opens his eyes in shock, his mind scrambling as he watches the smirk on Homelander’s lips grow. “I- what? I mean- what?”
“Don’t play dumb, Deep.” Homelander leans in close, his head tilting as his eyebrows furrow. “You fucking heard me.”
Deep shudders, feeling the lower part of his suit grow tighter. Fuck.
“Yes…” Deep replies quietly, looking down at his feet. Homelander lets go of Deep’s neck taking a step back as he slowly begins to take off his pants.
The Deep sits there for a moment, just watching the other until Homelander scowls over at him. “Well what the fuck are you waiting for then?”
The Deep scrambles to get out of his seat, standing at eye level with Homelander for a second before immediately falling to his knees in front of the other man.
“Just so, uh- you know… I’ve never,” The Deep coughs awkwardly as his cheeks begin to redden, “I’ve never-“
“Never sucked a dick?” Homelander finishes for him, looking down at the other with an exaggerated frown.
“Yeah…” Deep gulps as he looks at Homelander’s cock.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” Then Homelander’s gaze turns dark. “You just better hope you don’t disappoint me.”
Deep gulps, quickly pulling off his gloves and throwing them onto the table. He peers up at Homelander as he lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around the shaft.
He takes a deep breath as he slowly begins to move his hand up and down the length of Homelander’s cock.
“Is that the best you can do?” Homelander sighs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the table.
“Just- Uh just give me a second.” Deep licks his lips slowly before leaning in towards Homelander’s dick.
Deep tentatively lets his mouth fall open, the head of Homelander’s cock slipping in between his lips. Deep can already feel his gag reflex begin to kick in even though it was just the tip.
Deep carefully moves his head farther down, taking more of Homelander’s cock into his mouth. Deep begins to feel himself choke around it and forces it out of his mouth as he reels back, trying his best to regain his breath.
“Wow… this is really disappointing, even for you .” Homelander tsks, pushing his hand into Deep’s hair and grabbing a handful of his locks, painfully pulling his head back towards his cock. “Try again.”
Deep nods fervently, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. He tries to say something, tries to apologize, but he is quickly interrupted by the push of Homelander’s cock against his lips.
He hesitantly opens up again, the tip slipping in just as it had before but this time he clenches his eyes and tries his best to hold back from coughing or choking.
“God, you really are good for nothing.” Homelander’s grip in his hair grows tighter as Deep attempts to throw his head back. “Can’t even give a proper blow job.”
Deep reaches his hands up and clasps them around Homelander’s thighs, digging his nails into the other’s skin.
“Whatever, just stay still and I'll do it myself.” Homelander sighs, pushing his other hand onto Deep’s head and clasping onto his hair with both hands.
Deep’s eyes roll back into his head as Homelander thrusts into his mouth, he resists the urge to gag and makes himself stay put, just as Homelander had ordered.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Homelander moans, he flashes a sharp grin, his fangs showing through his lips.
Deep feels tears spring in his eyes as the tip of Homelander’s dick hits the back of his throat repeatedly. He reaches down to his untouched cock, rubbing himself through his tight suit.
Deep moans around Homelander’s shaft, sending vibrations through the other’s cock.
Homelander bites his lip, thrusting deeper into Deep’s mouth. He chuckles slightly as he notices the other stroking himself. “You know you can take those off if you wanted to? I’m not stopping you.”
The Deep wastes no time pushing down his suit to the bottom of his thighs, his hard cock springing out from its confines.
“You like getting your throat fucked this much? If I had known I would’ve done this a long time ago.” Homelander scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain. His words only make Deep harder as he chases his own release.
Deep strokes himself in turn with Homelander’s thrusts, feeling his orgasm begin to rise as he rubs himself faster.
Homelander’s grip on his hair begins to loosen as his thrusts get sloppier. Moans of The Deep’s name escape through Homelander’s parted lips as he cums deep in his throat.
Deep finishes only moments later with a groan as Homelander pushes the Deep off of his cock and pats his head before pulling his pants back up and stepping away.
The Deep sits there for a few seconds and swallows Homelander’s cum, gathering his breath before standing back up and pulling his suit back on.
“You’re dismissed.” Homelander says with a wave of his hand, sitting back down in his seat.
Deep nods and swiftly turns away, speed walking towards the entrance and grabbing his gloves, uncaring of the cum left on his hands.
“Oh and Deep?” Homelander says, forcing The Deep to freeze in his tracks. “Don't disappoint me again.”