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Ryan sat at a creaky wooden table with Butcher. The table had a slant to it and was covered in scratches, but it was comforting in a way, especially compared to Homelander's apartment. Completely covered in American flags, statues, and historical paintings. He ate his cereal; he had become used to eating cheap packaged food at Butcher’s, probably because he was still grasping at the ability to cook, and he was too poor for take-out, which Homelander made sure to gloat about. The two men had been sharing custody of Ryan for a few months now, and Ryan thought it was going very well. Butcher would get most of the weekdays when Homelander was busy, but Butcher would drop the kid off when he had to go out with The Boys. Ryan was aware that
Homelander was too protective of him to give Butcher such a generous amount of time with his son—he did hate the guy—but he also supposed it was due to the stress caused by work, which led to explosive meltdowns, that had prompted Homelander to give Butcher such substantial time. As Ryan was finishing his bowl, he heard the woosh and slight crack at the strain of Homelander landing on Butcher's balcony. Homelander swung open the door, letting himself in, beaming at the sight of his son.
“Hey Buddy, did you have a good time?” Homelander smiled, a rare smile that actually reached his eyes, unlike his common TV appearance smile. Ryan sat up, discarding his bowl and hugging his dad, “aw I missed you," the blonde said, ruffling the boy's hair.
“You're early” The two looked over at Butcher, still sitting at the table, wearing his usual Hawaiian shirt.
“My meeting was cut short,” Homelander menacingly smiled at Butcher, implying someone had likely been gruesomely murdered. The dark-haired man sighed knowingly as the supe began placing kisses on the young boy's fluffy brown hair, ignoring the tension in the atmosphere caused by his menacing statement, which his innocent son remained greatly unaware of.
“We were just having breakfast, would you like some?” Butcher presented the blonde with a fake smile as he removed himself from the table and dumped his empty plate on the kitchen bench.
“No, that’s alright.” Homelander waved him off with a gloved hand as Ryan left his arms to sit back at the table, “My palette is quiet refined, due to the upkeep of my sublime physique poisoning it with such cheap sugars and-” Butcher pulled out a carton of milk from the fridge, immediately catching Homelander's attention and silencing his self absorbed tirade, “Maybe—“ Homelander started taking a moment to swallow the saliva gathering in his mouth, “Maybe I’ll just have a drink.” The blonde made himself welcome to Butcher’s grimy apartment, wandering towards the kitchen.
Desperate cunt can’t even control himself when his son is around, Butcher grinned to himself, pouring the man a glass.
Homelander grabbed the glass and returned to sit down next to Ryan–the boy chose to ignore Butcher's intensely focused gaze on Homelander as he flicked up his cape, moving it to the side in his usual fashion, unintentionally presenting his ass to the Brit.
“So, Ryan, do you want to test your powers out again?” Homelander chimed, and Butcher rolled his eyes,
“Give the kid a break, why don’t cha’, he don't need to be as powerful as ya’ yet.”
Homelander huffed at the interruption, “It’s not about that, it’s about making sure he knows how to control his powers to reduce harm to himself-” He stopped himself before saying ‘and others, ’ not wanting to trigger his son with reminders of the past.
“I’m a supe as well now, don’t see you helping me out.”
“Yes, because your powers are disgusting and pathetically weak,” the blonde said with a scowl. Ryan giggled, causing Homelander's face to soften as he redirected his gaze to his precious son.
“My powers are quite bloody strong, twat.”
“Please, I could easily take you.”
“I almost beat you at hero—“ Homelander snapped his head around, glaring at Butcher before he could finish.
“You caught me off guard, AND you needed two other people” Homelander retorted smugly, and Ryan continued to giggle at the childish behaviour of his fathers.
“Well, I’ve got different powers now, and we haven’t had a rematch.”
“Didn’t stand a chance then won’t stand a chance now.” Homelander took a sip of his glass. “Isn’t that right, Ryan?”
“Yeah!! You’re the strongest hero ever, Dad!!” the boy said, earning a warm smile from Homelander.
“Exactly, William, that is why Ryan has been training with me and not you.” Homelander gloated, obnoxiously pointing towards his now-empty glass for Butcher to fetch and clean. Butcher abruptly unleashed a tentacle from his chest, startling Homelander. The tentacle slowly wrapped around the glass in front of the blonde, causing him to bite his lip nervously, trying his best to mask his unease. “Well—!” he slightly stumbled back out of his chair, giving himself some distance from Butcher’s tentacle.
“Ryan and I should get going now. Have you finished your breakfast, buddy?”
Ryan nodded as he got up, leaving his empty bowl with Butcher, before dashing around the corner to grab his bag, leaving the two men alone. Butcher’s leering gaze traced Homelander's body as the supe rocked on his feet uncomfortably and bit the inside of his cheek. Ryan returned, waving to Butcher, whose menacing stare dissipated.
The room slightly shook as the two took off from Butcher’s balcony, and the Brit slyly grinned to himself.
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“W-William, you fucking *hic* a-asshole, p-put me d-down—FUCK!!” Homelander sobbed as a third tentacle rammed itself into the blonde's tight ass, rhythmically shoving itself in and out.
“Thought you could take my pathetic, weak tentacles, love?” Butcher said smugly, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall opposite Homelander, watching his tentacles thrust into the blonde who was held above the bed by his swarming tentacles, twitching and sobbing, the blonde’s spend dripped down onto the bed beneath him, soaked from him cuming countlessly.
“I-I-I’m going t-to *hic* fucking melt *hic* your b-brain.” Homelander arched his back and rolled his eyes back, moaning and whimpering at the overstimulation.
“What would Vought think, America’s most powerful hero is a pathetic little whore?” Butcher tutted, cigarette held in his mouth as he pulled up a chair in front of the bed. “What would your fans think? What happened to all your power? …Or do you just enjoy being fucked raw by my tentacles?”
“S-shut *hic* u-up AH—” Homelander's eyes set ablaze a bright red as the tentacles smashed him into the bed, before the supe could get a hold of himself, they dragged his body towards the edge of the bed, stretching his legs, presenting Butcher Homelander’s abused asshole still getting pumped by his tentacles. “Ngh, Billy… Please…” Homelander panted, gripping the sheets.
“Please, what?” Butcher replied, standing up and unbuckling his belt.
“O-oh,” Homelander stuttered as he heard Butcher unzip his fly.
“You want my cock?” Homelander nodded enthusiastically, “Can't hear ya’ love” Butcher pressed his cigarette out into Homelander's trembling thigh, making him curse, but to Butcher’s disappointment, no scar ever presented itself.
“P–please oh please fuck me,*hic* please oh I want your cock so bad it hurts oh god–” Homelander mindlessly rambled through moans and sobs, his thrashing grip tearing Butcher’s cheap sheets apart. Butcher smiled; he would definitely be getting noise complaints again. Butcher slipped down his pants and boxers, letting his dick slap against the blonde's ass.
“If you’re so much more powerful, then you can handle this, can’t you?” Homelander could only moan in response, lost in a lustrous haze. Butcher gripped the supes's waist and rested his cock’s head at the entrance between the tentacles already pumping Homelander's ass.
“W-William, you wouldn’t.” Homelander's voice was panicky at the realisation, “O-oh Billy, i-i’t won’t fit !!” Butcher didn't respond before pushing his hard length inside Homelander’s tortured hole, causing the supe scream out. Butcher held the blonde by the waist, thrusting into him mercilessly. Homelander's sobs became louder, and Butcher could hear the familiar buzz of the supes' lasers, how Butcher wished he could see the blonde’s dishevelled, ruined face devoid of any smug or cockiness.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” Butcher muttered. He made sure that neither his cock nor any of the tentacles had the same pace, destroying the blonde's tight hole.
“I-im *hic* so– *hic* sorry B-billy, your s-stronger *hic* please i-i’m sorry!” Butcher grinned, close to orgasm.
“You gonna stop being a stuck-up bitch, for daddy?” Butcher sneered
“Y-yes, Daddy!” Homelander choked out, probably unaware of how much noise he was making.
“That’s right, you're not Vought’s perfect, pure–breed, puppet, you're just daddy’s filthy whore.” Homelander continued to moan, whimpering at every insult, and pushing his ass further into Butcher. Butcher cursed as he felt himself get closer, bringing another tentacle to wrap around the blonde's cock, making him scream louder. Every part of his body was trembling. Butcher grunted as he came into Homelander, who continued to scream and sob louder, thrusting a few more times but slipping out and letting himself collapse back onto the chair, watching his tentacles fuck his cum into the supe. Butcher brought another tentacle to Homelander’s ass, replacing his cock, as he lit another cigarette, enjoying the sight in his post-orgasm haze.
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Ryan opened the balcony door, excitedly greeting Butcher with a hug.
“Hey son, how ya been?”
“Good! Dad got me so many new video games, and we got pizza from this super fancy place, and I got to hang out with Zoe!”
“I’m glad you had fun, kid. Why don't you go put your new stuff in your room, hm?
“Alright!” The boy grinned and took his bag to his room, as Homelander cautiously made his way through the balcony door.
“Is Ryan putting his stuff away?”
“Sure is,” Butcher smirked, approaching the shorter supe, “How's your ass?” Homelander’s eyes widened and a blush spread through his cheeks.
“Fine,” he snarled, pressing a hand against the larger man's chest, in an attempt to escape him as Butcher pulled the blonde in his large arms, his hands trailing down his back to grope his ass, “Can you never control yourself?” Homelander huffed, squirming in Butcher’s grip. The dark-haired man chuckled in reply. Abruptly, Homelander shoved him away, making him crash into the counter. Ryan walked around the corner. “Have everything you need, sport?” Homelander affirmed, Ryan nodded, rushing over to hug his dad.
“Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?” the kid pouted.
“I’m sorry, buddy, but unlike William, I actually have hero things to do, people to save” Homelander brought his eyes to look into Butcher’s “It’s hard being so powerful, …unlike him” The supe bore his canines as he smiled at Butcher, still holding his son. “But I’ll visit whenever I can, ok?” His demeanor suddenly changed as he smiled down at the young boy, who nodded.
“See ya, buddy, I love you!” Homelander kissed the top of his head then made his way to the balcony, looking back at Butcher tantalizingly before taking off.