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Butcher was outside the Vought tower, hiding in bushes with Joe. He should've brought The Boys along with him, but he didn't think they would go along with his plan. He needed more intel on Vought, on where V1 is, and Joe encouraged him to just do it since his gang most likely wouldn't back him up.
Skipping all the details of how he got in, he went into the elevator and pressed onto a random floor. (I'M LAZY DON'T KILL ME.)
"Oughta be somethin' good up on floor sixty seven." He spoke to himself, or more rather the hallucination of Joe beside him. He looked over and smiled at Joe right before the doors opened, then walked right out like he was supposed to be there.
He saw the familiar set up of the VNN, must be where they film it. He got closer to the set, looking around for anything left behind but there wasn't anything. The only thing that could've been useful there was previous scripts.
Butcher wandered the floor, keeping to the shadows and staying unnoticed by any staff there. All the doors there were locked, duh, and it wasn't worth the risk of breaking in for information that may not be there.
Butcher made his way back to the elevator, passing by the VNN filming set up before thinking. "Firecracker," he muttered to Joe.
"She must have some things up in her room." Joe added, implying they go up to where all the supers resided.
Butcher pressed the button to the 99th floor. He was going to be in big, big trouble if anyone saw him, but high risk, high reward!!
Luckily, no one was waiting for the elevator, so he snuck out quietly. He consistently looked back, making sure him and Joe didn't split. No way in bloody hell would he go through this place by himself. That's just bloody stupid. Thinking back on it, Butcher thought he really should've taken temp v before coming here, but Joe convinced him to go now before anyone would notice his missing presence.
He made it to Firecracker's room, and he cautiously turned the handle. No one said anything inside or outside, so he took a step into the room.
It looked like a country girl's heaven, admittedly it IS a country girl's room. All the American bullshit, it made him sick thinking of how America is today.
He rummaged any surface he could and found relatively nothing, just personal belongings and a few scripts she was still working on.
Then he found it, a bottle of unlabeled pills sitting out on a table.
"Wonder what these are for, eh?" He spoke to himself, yet Joe still answered.
"See for yourself," His voice was mighty convincing, since he was just Butcher's own thoughts. "It must be some supe shit worth consuming since she has it."
Butcher twisted the lid open, shaking two pills onto his hand. "Two's a good amount," he thought. Then he threw them into his mouth and swallowed. He didn't mind the bitter taste, he's tasted far worse.
He continued searching the room, noticing his chest area becoming moist the longer he went on.
"Joe, it's a bit nippy in here, don't ya think?" Butcher asked Joe.
"No, it's actually quite cold. Maybe it's just you." Joe responded coldly.
"Well I think it's about time we head out." Butcher ended the conversation before it could get awkward.
Butcher sat on the couch, taking a minute to adjust his shirt. He felt wet stains where his nipples were.
He got up and walked to the door, placing his hand on the handle. It opened for him.
"William," Homelander smiled, staring through Butcher. "What a surprise to see you here!" He clasped his hands together and walked into Firecracker's room.
"'Omlanda'." Butcher took a step forward, turning around to not let Homelander out of his sight.
Homelander opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped to sniff the air. "Smells sweet," he moved closer to Butcher, leaning down a little. "Milky."
Butcher stood in place, the man in front of him looked subdued. He grinned, he was unsure of what was happening but at least he wouldn't be lazered to death. "Yea? Wut smells milky, cunt?" He let out a soft scoff.
Homelander shoved butcher into the wall and then licked his chest, moaning softly as the milk hit his tongue.
"You want daddy's milk, ye?" Butcher placed a hand on the back of Homelander's head, pressing him against his pec. "Well, cunt, you can have all the milk you want if you give me a little bit of information, eh?" His ring finger circled in the blonde hair, coursing the man into agreeing.
"Mm, yes, daddy, I need your milk.." Homelander brought his hand up and ripped through Butcher's shirt, exposing his lactating pec. He rested his hand on his chest, thumb rubbing the bottom of his man boob.
His tongue lapped at the milk leaking out, licking up every drop on the skin. He then put his whole mouth around Butcher's areola and sucked hard.
Butcher let out a quiet grunt, pressing him harder into his chest. "Bloody hell." He muttered, blood rushing down to his cock. Not only was it pleasuring to be sucked on like this, it was also quite a sight to have his enemy submitting to him.
Homelander gripped Butcher's hips firmly, and then tossed him onto Firecracker's couch. Butcher let out a small sound of pain. He tried to get up only to be met with Homelander sitting on top of him.
"William, I want more than your milk." He brought his finger to Butcher's waistband, then pulling it down along with his pants and underwear.
Butcher's cock sprung into the air, the tip leaking with precum. It felt weird to be wanted by Homelander. His wife's rapist. The man who took away his joy. But he knew, he knew for a while he's been chasing Homelander down for a reason—not for Becca—for himself. Butcher looked deep within himself, and he wanted this; wanted Homelander to be touching him.
Homelander wrapped his fingers around the base of Butcher's dick, stroking him.
"You like this, William?" He looked at Butcher's face, the lip bitten to hold back a moan.
"Wouldn't you like to know, cunt." He gasped, bucking his hips up into Homelander's hand.
"I can hear your heart beat, you love this.." His voice trailed off as he brought his head lower.
Homelander stuck his tongue out, teasing the slit of Butcher's tip. He put his lips around the pink head, swirling his tongue around.
Butcher let out a moan, thrusting his hips into Homelander's mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah.." He pulled off, licking his lips. "Tell me you want this, William. Tell me you want me."
"Never, you cunt." He spat.
Homelander stood up, smirking. He watched Butcher's face, their eyes meeting.
"I..bloody want you."
"Good boy."
Homelander peeled off his suit pants, throwing them carelessly onto the floor. He sat right onto Butcher's dick, whining from pain. He didn't know he needed prep. 🤫
He moved himself up and down, slow at first, but then he felt his g spot getting stimulated and he rode fast. He saw Butcher's still lactating boobs and laid on top of him, mouth hovering over the erect nipple. He's just suckin and fuckin all up on Butcher.
Butcher's hands held onto Homelander's hips, helplessly thrusting up into his ass. It wasn't long before he came, his warm liquid splurting all inside Homelander.
Homelander moaned against Butcher's pec, cumming himself. His cum covered his and Butcher's stomachs.
Butcher's arm slid onto Homelander's back, keeping him close. He then went to sleep. Okay. Bye. This is the end. Thanks for reading.