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ashortdropandasuddenstop · 18 hours ago

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James barely had time to get a word in before he was hoisted up like a sack. He let out a sharp snarl, hands grasping at the fabric of Homelander’s suit as he dangled over his shoulder. “You insufferable—! Put me down, you bloody brute! I am not a sack of potah-tos—!”

And then he was flying.

Wind roared past his ears, whipping his hair wildly as he dangled. The city blurred beneath them, distant and insignificant. He would’ve been furious if not for the thrill that ran through him—because he knew where this was heading, and he wanted it just as much as Homelander did.

The moment his body met the sand, the impact sent a shockwave through him, bones cracking, joints snapping. He skidded, rolling, until he lay sprawled in the cool grains, his body momentarily broken. And oh, how good it felt. The pain, sharp and white-hot, made his breath hitch before it all began to mend. His body put itself back together within seconds, but he savored the fleeting agony, the sheer alive feeling of it.

Then came the next toss—fingers gripping his lapels, hurling him through the air like he was weightless. The brief, heart-stopping moment before he crashed into the cliffside sent a shudder of exhilaration through him. He felt his spine snap on impact, a sharp, jagged scream escaping him before he crumbled into the sand once more.

He lay there for a second, eyes fluttering as his ribs stitched themselves back together. Blood trickled down his lips. He licked it away with a pleased hum.

Homelander’s voice cut through the haze, all smugness and arrogance. James cracked an eye open, watching him with something close to fondness beneath the frustration. “Oh, do shut up,” he muttered, voice hoarse yet thick with amusement. "Cocky Arse bragging about pissing off an elder vampire, how you love to push my buttons. " And how he loved that he does, though he couldn't dwell on that right now.

James wiped at his mouth, smearing blood across the back of his hand as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You,” he rasped, voice rough with pain and something dangerously close to affection. “You really think I’m that easy? That I could get over such humiliation's so swiftly?”

Homelander’s hand reached down to haul him back up. James barely had a moment to find his footing before—crack. A punch to the face sent him right back down, his head slamming into the sand. A dull laugh bubbled up from his throat as he lay there, blood pooling in his mouth.

“Brav-fucking-o,” he rasped, grinning even as he spat crimson into the sand. Yes, he had come a long way. " I usually save such language for between the sheets, in case you haven't noticed."

Another hit. Another toss. Another crack against rock. The delicious agony of ribs shattering, bones breaking, only to be pieced back together just as quickly. It was addicting, intoxicating. Every throw, every impact—it all built up something primal.

“Right then,” James panted, rolling his shoulders as the last of his injuries faded. His emerald eyes gleamed, sharp and eager. “My turn.”

With a sudden burst of speed, he struck.

His fist connected with Homelander’s jaw, the crack of impact ringing through the night air. The force possibly enough to send even Homelander staggering back, perhaps even getting boots dragging through the sand. But, James wouldn't let him recover.

He was already moving.

With a feral snarl, James pounced, tackling Homelander mid-step and driving him straight into the ground. Sand exploded around them as they hit the earth, James landing on top, straddling him clearly not hiding his excitement while pinning him down. His hands slammed against Homelander’s wrists, forcing them into the sand on either side of his head.

James tightened his grip, digging his fingers into the Supe’s wrists. He could feel the strength beneath his hands, the impossible, unbreakable power that made Homelander what he was. But right now? Right now, he was the one on top.

“Still feeling smug, Homelander?” James growled, his voice low, dangerous. His breath ghosted over Homelander’s face, their noses almost touching. He knew damn well that if this man wanted too he could destroy him with those very eyes of his and their fiery neon glow, but he had enough faith that he would not.

If James could shoot lasers from his eyes, Homelander was sure he would’ve. It had been a long while since he saw the vampire this angry, struggling to remain in control. Course, he wasn’t helping any. He was aware he was being an annoyingly frustrating bastard, and yet James wouldn’t have him any other way. They both knew it. Plus, it wasn’t as if they could stop now. Not with tempers rising…among other things. There was only one direction this was headed.

Homelander’s eyes were locked on James, taking in all the reactions, the way his body tensed as if all he wanted to do was claw the hybrid’s face off. And yet he didn’t. Frankly, Homelander was rather surprised at that. However, James had other plans. Before he could react, Homelander found himself on the floor, right on his ass. He blinked up at the ceiling of the meeting room for a moment as he lay there trying to process what had happened. It was so quick, one minute he was sat down on his chair and the next, he was on the floor. Still, he simply chuckled.

He sat up slowly, palms flat on the ground by his sides, legs spread. He smirked over at James who had walked away, created more distance between them. Not just that, but he’d also turned his back, as if he couldn’t even bear to look at the Supe otherwise he’d falter and break. He watched James tug at his hair, the vampire so tense and stressed. Homelander couldn’t help but find it amusing as well as adorable. Clearly James had to let off a little steam, as did he. And this meeting room wasn’t the place to do that, not them. Not with their strength and how they enjoyed handling things. Not with what Homelander had planned, not with what James needed. There was only one place they could go to settle this. The only place that could handle them.

Their beach.

It was Homelander’s turn to move with speed. In an instant, he’d gotten up off the floor and charged for James, lifting him up and threw him over his shoulder and flew out the nearest window. For James, one minute he was on his feet and the next he was dangling while the wind blew at his hair, the city but a small speck below. The world around them was a blur as Homelander whizzed through the sky with even more speed thanks to his hybrid abilities. It only took mere moments before the beach was in sight. For him at least.

For James, he’d be greeted with a very heavy and rough landing in the cool sand as he was thrown from the air. Homelander watched James fall and roll, leaving imprints in the sand until his body finally came to a stop. He slowly lowered himself to stand right by the vampire’s temporarily broken body. “Y’know, I always find it amusing when you curse in prim and proper English when I know fine well you can say fuck, bastard, and a bunch of other dirty words.” The Supe mused casually as he reached down and gripped James by the front of his suit, only to lift and throw him as if he were a toy doll, all across to the other end of the beach where his body crashed into the rough cliffside before falling into the sand again.

Homelander flew after him, leaning against the cliffside right as James fell into the sand. “It’s ironic, y’know. You getting mad because I know you so well. It’s not exactly a shock. You’re not that difficult to figure out. Hell, you don’t even make it a challenge. You never could the moment I first saved your life. You were smitten from that moment, and that was even before you had my cock down your throat!” He chuckled, grinning down at James with all teeth and fangs. It was definitely one of his more sinister smiles, his eyes wild and alive with excitement and the thrill of cat and mouse. His favourite game.

“C’mon, let’s get you back on your feet, sweetheart.” He said as he reached down and helped James up, even dusting some sand from his shoulders. “There. Better?” Homelander asked playfully with a tilt of his head, only to punch James right in the face, knocking him back down again. “Yeah, I feel better too.” He let out a sigh of contentment, gaze shifting from James to take in their surroundings. The beach was deserted and quiet, save for the gentle lapping of the waves. It was a calm night, just a light breeze in the air, the sun almost fully set. “It really is beautiful out tonight, huh. Guess I had great timing for pissing you off.” He snickered.

“You done now? Got it all out of your system, hm?” Homelander asked, focusing his gaze back on James. “Ah, fuck it. One more for good measure.” He said, grabbing James by the shoulder and kneeing him in the stomach, then throwing him once more to the opposite side of the beach. Again, Homelander flew after the vampire rag doll, boots touching down on sand right as James’ body did. “I hope this is as fun for you as it is for me. Always do enjoy testing my strength. Good to keep the muscles going, y’know? Unfortunately, it looks like we have another casualty…” Homelander said, gesturing to James’ ruined suit. “Good thing you’ve got plenty back home. You’re welcome, by the way.”

It seemed that the blonde was as cocky and smug as ever, practically dripping with it. It was difficult to stop once he was in that headspace, once a game of cat and mouse had begun. Even when James surrendered, he wouldn’t stop. Not until he’d quite literally fucked it out his system. Course, James knew that. He knew what was coming…and who, for that matter.

This was their foreplay after all.

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