Butcher hadn't gone out in the blaze of glory he'd intended, but at least now he could die knowing Ryan didn't hate his guts any more. He flexed his hands, that wanker had strapped him up right tight. He needed to figure out a way to get free. Obviously there were cameras everywhere and his nurse looked like ex military, size of a rhino. Ryan was probably his best shot. The kid was still under the thrall of his dad though. He had to get to work and drive a wedge between them.

He was the most interesting person on the planet, so why was his life so tedious? The constant interviews, reviews, strategy meetings, photo op's and if he was lucky now and then there was a bad guy to eviscerate. Even that normally turned out to be a bit of a let-down, everything and everybody was so predictable.

Homelander found himself logging in to check the security feed whenever he had a spare moment. He was surprised how much he enjoyed watching Butcher lie there, completely at his mercy. In meetings, when he got bored he'd secretly flip up the screen and try to suppress the self-satisfied smile that would fight it's way to his lips.

Ryan was visiting the cur more than he'd like though. Although, most of his sons time was now taken up with a new schedule all of his own. Vaught had to keep it's supes busy. At least some of their timetable intersected, they were pushing the family values angle hard.

It had been a long testing day and he was glad when he finally got to retire to his room and shut out the noise. He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.

Before long he was reaching for his pad.

Butcher was in the middle of receiving a bed bath. Homelander hesitated, thought about switching off for a moment, then instead flicked the audio on.

The male nurse had a no nonsense approach and wiped him down vigorously. He watched as the hands moved under the covers.

"Maybe you should buy me dinner first mate."

The nurse payed him no attention.

Billy tensed up, readying himself to endure the humiliation.

It was voyeuristic and seedy but he was utterly engrossed by the spectacle. When the nurse had finished Homelander switched the pad off and dimmed the lights. He lay quietly for a moment. Slowly he reached down over his stomach and took a hold of himself. He pumped his hard cock quickly, feeling a deep urge to satisfy himself and came in no time.

He wasn't sure what had turned him on so much. He had no interest in men, but the sight of someone touching Butcher had provoked something very physical and unexpected within him. He shrugged it off, pushing it to the back of him mind and closed his eyes.

Normally sleep was no problem, but tonight he struggled. His eyes snapped open and he sat up with a growl. Before he knew it he had thrown on some pyjama bottoms and a dressing gown and was storming down towards the medical section.

He had to prove to himself that what had happened earlier was some weird glitch, that Butcher had no effect on him in that way what so ever.

He barrelled past security and strode into Billy's room.

Butcher seemed to be asleep.

Homelander looked him over and chastised himself, what was he doing? He closed his eyes briefly, gathered himself and turned to leave.

"What th' fuck do you want? Come to sing me a lullaby ave ya?"

The best he could come up with was, "Just making sure you hadn't died already. You know I'd hate to miss that."

They stared at each other for a bit before Billy sighed wearily, "Well, I'm still kickin, so you can piss off now."

Homelander smiled. "Always a pleasure William."

He was almost out the door when Butcher said, " Maybe you could visit at a more sociable hour next time, like Ryan does."

The twitch in his jaw was almost imperceptible. He turned back, faking a calm façade, " I'm sure Ryan will get bored of hanging around a tired, sickly nobody soon enough. Especially now he's officially a super human and Americas new darling."

Billy scoffed, "Americas new puppet you mean."

Homelander blinked. "He's no puppet."

"Yeah right. Like Vaught ain't been pullin your strings all your life. You've turned im into you, you sanctimonious twat."

He could feel the anger building. "Vaught doesn't control me. I control Vaught."

"Yeah right mate."

Homelander moved back towards the bed. "I'm the Homelander. I do whatever I want, to whoever I want, whenever I want." He shook his finger, "Nobody, tells me what to do."

Billy laughed.

Something snapped inside him. His eyes flamed red and he fought the impulse to melt a hole through the idiots skull. he swallowed his rage, instead he reached for the bedding, pulling it back. He hoisted Butchers gown up and placed his hand around his cock. It was an utter pleasure to see Billys startled, mortified face as he started to stroke him.

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

Homelander reached inside his pyjamas and started to coax himself.

"Whatever the fuck I want."

Butchers eyes turned murderous, he glared at the supe. "Molestin invalids now are we, even for you that's low.

He ignored him and concentrated on his hands.

A thrill ran through him as he felt Billy's cock twitch and harden.

It wasn't long before Butcher was ram rod hard. Homelander looked him over, the tensed muscles, straining against his restraints. His jaw set, scowl in place and his big erect dick bobbing gently. He wanted to see him come, feel him come.

When Billy closed his eyes, swore and finally spilled, Homelander followed suit almost immediately. It was such a strong orgasm it took him by complete surprise. He gathered himself and glanced up to Billy's face.

He was watching him, eyes shining, mouth twisted into a knowing derisive smirk.

Homelander suddenly realised what he'd done, he'd shown him a weakness. Abruptly he moved from the bed, tucked himself away and stormed out.