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It had never been a secret that the admiration and worshiping complex Kevin had for The Homelander was heavily single sided. Everyone, and yes, The Deep included, was greatly aware of this fact. The aquatic man was constantly struggling to be appreciated and useful enough to stay as close as he possibly could to this man that he had idolized for his entire life. It did not matter if he was busy, if he was tired or hated the idea completely, Kevin obeyed. Whether or not there was any actual benefit or positive reinforcement, the ocean lover was hopelessly good at simply taking whatever was thrown at him. It made him an easy plaything for those in power, an overly loyal punching bag filled with insecurities ripe for the plucking. An obviously strong choice in Vought’s pool of supes, a causal killing of two problems with a single fix. If he seemed used to the role, why not exploit it? Not only would his powers help to sell The Seven as a whole to the media, his tolerance for abuse might also help to pacify John a fraction.
As the years have passed, Kevin has served Vought as a whole relatively well, including being whatever he is asked to be. For some reason Maeve’s thoughts during times like this were more cyclical, though constantly cycling through. She’s watched Kevin be The Deep within the media, force his charisma mask on and smile no matter what was happening within his mind. She’s watched him take punishment after punishment, stumbling over from being beaten and yet still apologizing thru gasps of breaths for bleeding on the floor. She’s seen him break down behind closed doors, asking why he wasn’t good enough, that he shouldn’t exist if he couldn’t be what other’s wanted. She’s seen the Kevin that lets loose in the water and smiles without the tension build up, how gentle and informative he can be. She’s seen the side that’s trash, The Deep’s darker side of trying to be one of those types, although it always seems like he’s reading from a bad script inside a magazine than believing what he says.
Seeing so many sides, watching how both males reacted and shifted around each other, Maeve knew without a doubt he was perfect for John. That if The Deep and Kevin both could together soothe not only The Homelander, but John as well, from his hidden traumas that they would be able to mellow the other out. Maeve thought often, especially within these later years, that there had to be more to them than meets the eye. She was positive that they had fucked, or at least were tip toeing around it with how often she saw them together. Even if she wasn’t positive that John could truly love, the woman was sure he held Kevin in some form of high regard considering all the chances the aquatic man received. So it came as a shock that when making an offhand comment about him needing to let off steam to try and relax while she gestured towards Kevin was a mistake. John’s face had violently twisted with disgust at the mere suggestion, disdain tainting the air between them as he ground out the words filling his mouth.
“Why on earth would I put my cock in anything that belongs inside a fucking aquarium? He could have a cunt and I still would want absolutely nothing to do with that. Ugh,” the blonde slid a hand through his hair with a small shudder. “Well, now sex sounds gross. So, thanks for that,” he frowned at her, completely ignoring Kevin before promptly turning on a heel with his arms behind his back and leaving.
Maeve pitied The Deep often, but she felt more sympathetic this time as she looked at Kevin’s pinched face and traveled her eyes to observe his physical body signs. His heart rate was high, but more than that it sounded as if both sets of the man’s lungs had momentarily seized up. He was grimacing but trying not to be obvious about it, jaw clenched with his eyes downcast with his left nails digging into the meat of his right wrists from where he held them gingerly in front of his stomach. Kevin didn’t speak to her for a week after that, he barely spoke to Homelander unless actively addressed and she knew it was her fault. She ended up cornering Kevin at one point the following week, tried of his running away, to ask if he was really okay. To make sure John hadn’t actually done anything terrible, that she didn’t make anything worse by her careless comment. She had been thinking of all of the absolute worst possibilities and perhaps accidentally having blood on her hands from “outing” them like that if John wasn’t ready for anything to be known. Her worrying thoughts were stopped when the conversation was turned around on her by yet another side of Kevin that she had not seen before. If it wasn’t for his clenched jaw and shaking stance, holding back, Maeve swears that his voice would have echoed down the hall from the force.
“I wish he was raping me!” And then, slightly lower pitched and wavering with a sob, he continued speaking. “..may, maybe it wouldn’t h-hurt as much...”
Maeve registered many things at once upon the declaration. One: She did not guess and assume at their relationship correctly. Two: John absolutely does not know, or does not care to realize just how much Kevin was utterly in love with him. Three: Kevin allows himself to be a dartboard for John’s mood swings and boredom because it’s better than losing and/or being hated by him. Four: The abuse seems to have been everything except sexual.. which surprised her more than she would care to admit knowing what she does about the two. Four 1/2: This is seemingly due to John being turned off/disgusted by Kevin’s enhanced body and/or not deeming him worth the effort. Five: Kevin is actually breaking from years of holding it all inside and only listening to The Homelander’s cruel remarks that he deserves this.
It was the first time that something happened between them like this, the starting of an odd give and take relationship of their own. Maeve didn’t understand it herself, but she had pulled Kevin with her to her room and simply held him as he cried. She tried to soothe him, though she didn’t have any words she could find to voice, so she merely let her hands gliding along his back be them instead. He cried for a long time until he eventually deemed it too long and tried to leave. Maeve kissed him to stop his weak attempts at excuses to leave and after several moments of coxing, he was kissing back. It was almost tender then, a wet from crying make out with wandering hands that had neither of them actually getting off. It was much different than now, now she knows exactly what Kevin needs and she gets off on having a secret from John much more than the aquatic man himself. But that’s part of the great thing about this.
“Ho-Homm~ee, laaH! derr!”
Kevin’s voice stuttered out beneath her, slightly muffled through his ball gag as he writhed from his face down position. Maeve was gazing across his bare back where small shimmer patches of scales were shifting in the light with every movement along his spine. They were fascinating to watch, the gray silvers transitioning to and from shades of greens that almost give an optical illusion of rolling along the tanned skin in waves. Kevin’s shoulders were tensed and yanking at the bindings around his wrists that were connected to the headboard corners of her poster bed posts. His hands were fisted, white knuckled as he rubbed his blindfolded face into the bed sheet below him with a drawn out moan, a growing damp spot of drool collecting where he rubbed. Traveling her hands from his trimmed waist up to caress his sides, the edges of her fingers lightly teased the silt openings of the sensitive gills there just because she could. The ocean lover squirmed, thighs shaking as his ass grew taunt from clenching and Maeve almost swore that she could feel his channel tightening around her strap.
Letting out a moan herself, she purposefully did it from the back of her throat, lowering her pitch as much as she could. Digging her nails slightly into the skin around Kevin’s gills, Maeve held him in place as she drew back to slowly drag her strap to it’s head. The reaction was immediate, the man whining, a needy almost gurgled sound as he attempted to push back, to impale himself again. The exhaled laugh that left her was familiar, absolutely amazed every time they did this with how submissively wanton this supposedly chad wannabe man actually was. Maeve clicked her teeth, almost in a scolding way as one of her hands released his side to give a full force strength smack to his ass. Her eyes locked on how his hole clenched on the head of her strap, muscle fluttering from the pain as he trembled where he laid. But, he had stopped trying to find his own pleasure, Kevin stopped moving even as his body screamed for more.
“Pretty little thing..” Maeve brought both of her hands to the ocean lover’s cheeks, smiling at the hot sensation of the one she had just hit. Gently rubbing them in small circles to soothe out the burn, she quickly switched back to being rough, spreading his ass apart so tightly she heard the protest in his muffled whine. “Shh, it’s okay.. I know what you want,” trying to keep her voice lower, she wasted no time thrusting her hips forward and watching as the entirety of her thick extension fully invaded Kevin once more. Not allowing the man to catch his breath, Maeve started a brutal pace as more than half of her slid out every time she slammed back in. Her hands shot out to grip at anything, leaving welts along the man’s shoulders and down his spine, curling lines of red outlining his gills while drawing blood at his hips every time she growled and held on in order to hit deeper inside.
“YeahyeahyesyesyES!” Kevin’s voice was a chorus of pleas, as it always was. The man would blabber out about how good it felt, how deep and big it was, and sometimes, thank Homelander for allowing himself to be useful, for feeling like he’s worth something even like this.
The first few times it went quite that far, it almost made Maeve stop all of this altogether. But then, well, the power trip she got for pretending to be Homelander went a little to her head. Not only could she get off by fucking someone into a mattress with no strings attached, it’s a supe who just so happens to enjoys pain so she doesn’t even have to hold back her abilities. Plus, it was a win win when it not only allowed for Kevin to drop low enough to reset and be a better version of The Deep for awhile, but it also gave Maeve a secret to keep that she could annoy Homelander with not knowing. Kevin was their shared little guppy and the leader of The Seven not being able to figure it out sent her so much joy.
“That’s it- my little pain slut, can come from just being fucked and scratched, can’t you?”
The gasps and brief fragments of words were not enough. Maeve after a few moments of listening and pounding, came to a complete stop as her nails broke skin from how hard she gripped her fingers into his hips, hoping to bruise him. “I expect an answer, Kev’,” came the threatening voice close to the ocean lover’s ear from how Maeve bent completely over his back to make sure he could hear every syllable.
Kevin’s body jerked and spasmed, thighs trembling against hers as Maeve felt the telltale signs of the man coming untouched onto the bed below. A slow grin began etching into her face as within seconds the body beneath her tensed again, though this time with fear. “I-I’mm..I’msosorry, I-I’ll ask next, ah.. Ahh, next time please, please don’t..”
Maeve gently cooed at the man beneath her, removing one hand from his cut hip up to his covered face and gently pressed her fist against his cheek. Kevin whined low and high from the back of his throat, all but throwing his face against the fist and nuzzling against it with soft huffs of breath hitting her skin. “Mmm... You were so good today, Deep. We’ll just say that’s your reward for not making Vought look like a special needs program today, hm?”
Before she had even finished speaking, the man was nodding against her hand, rushing out whispered thanks as an aftershock of his orgasm shuddered throughout his body. They pressed closer together and Maeve shifted, re-angling her strap that had Kevin gasping in pleasure. Now after almost four months of doing this, her Homelander impression had gotten pretty good and she smirked down at how a few scales were bent and bleeding from her welt making. He really enjoyed keeping a jar of his misused scales and she was more than happy to help add to the collection. It’s almost a shame Homelander’s own pride never gave him the opportunity of seeing such a pretty side of The Deep.
“Just don’t do it again.. Or I’ll fucking laser you in half.”
The threat had a spasm go thru Kevin so hard Maeve swears her insides squeezed in time with her strap, a rush of arousal hitting her so hard at the man getting off to this. Getting off on a fantasy, a secret they both share where one is allowed to be utterly pathetic and the other blissfully dominant. She worked on battering the hole in front of her, holding the aquatic supe by the back of the neck, and at times his shoulders, down into the bed until he couldn’t breathe. Until the man’s gills were furling and moving in hopes to pull in it’s own type of air and help out it’s body. She slammed in and out while purely chasing her own orgasm, only giving the other mere seconds of breath at a time as it became increasingly difficult to pull out completely from how hard he was tensed up, holding her inside. It drove her crazy; the mad rush of primal instinct, the thought that she could kill him and that he would probably let her, maybe thank her— it was really all it took to have her finishing.
Pathetic wet noises came from the ocean lover’s head as well as his ass, music to her ears as it all suddenly blissed out to static noise as the coil burning hot in her abdomen finally sprung out. She came in her boy shorts with her eyes tightly shut, arms sliding under Kevin’s armpits to grip his shoulders and hold him tightly in place as she rocked her strap into that loose, slick hole a few more times with her own gasping breaths. Her mind was clear except for a slight buzz, only loosening her hold on the other when he began to shift beneath her, gently tugging at the bindings on his wrists. “Who said you could move?”
The words were met with obedience, Kevin stilling instantly as she watched the man almost pouting around his ball gag. She smiled at the face, slowly sitting up off of his back to tug back open the man’s ass cheeks. There was a small sound, but no resistance as Maeve slowly began to pull out, the suction making a damp popping noise when her strap finally managed to pop free. Kevin’s entire body relaxed, sighing into the bed where he rubbed his half hard cock against the coolness there all while gently tugging at his restraints in a silent plea. Ignoring him for a moment, Maeve’s thumb brushed along then reddened hole, easing it halfway in without any resistance at all with a small chuckle.
“Look good like this.. Pliant and willing to take. Should have you stretched open on my cock in the middle of meetings, right on the table.” There was some muffled words that had Maeve undoing the ball gag around the man’s head and inquiring with, “What was that, pet?”
“You, you can do anything..” and goodness, wasn’t that just the perfect reply to being taken advantage of, and such a fast truthful reply. “Y-You’re a God after, after all, Sir.”
Maeve hummed contently as she leaned over Kevin to undo the bindings holding his arms out and up, not missing the way the man hurriedly pulled them to his chest and began rubbing over the pins and needles he undoubtedly had in them. She stayed quiet as she shifted off the other supe, but stayed on the bed with one hand almost tenderly on his thigh. They stayed like that, just coming down and out of their fuzzy head spaces until Kevin eventually slipped off his blindfold and sat up with a slight hiss. Glancing over, they made eye contact for but a moment before Kevin was looking down as he began to blush. He always became shy afterwards, the rise of pink dusting along his collarbones and creeping of his neck and onto the bottom of his cheeks. It made his lips look more whorish than normal, to be honest.
“Uh... Thanks, thanks for, uh, doing this, again.”
“Kevin, at this point you know you don’t actually have to thank me, right?”
The man furrowed his brows for a moment before slowly nodding, a tentative smile pulling at his mouth, like he was finally understanding a difficult math problem. She truly did pity the man, he seemed so stupid some days it was a wonder how he got as far as he had in the first place. She knew bits and pieces from their time together; it was obvious the mother that he was raised alone by did quite a lot of damage to his emotional well being and fanned both his insecurities and his hypocritical ego from a young age. He had multiple blacked out lines on his Vought paperwork so she assumed he had been a victim of a few attacks within the supe school, but nothing he would openly talk about, therefore she had no real details. He was a very fake man, maybe not as much as Homelander, but it was part of the reason why she for so long thought and even hoped that perhaps those two idiots could find something good and grounding for each other. She should have known how foolish that was with how John was raised, with how he thinks.
The Deep’s suit got her eye as Maeve tilted her head out of her thoughts to see Kevin pulling pieces of his uniform off the floor as he gingerly moved to not jostle his new injuries. She knew with his healing abilities none of them would last very long, maybe a day at most if he couldn’t get to salt water to make it heal even faster. He normally left afterwards, only doing it in Maeve’s room because John refuses to go in it ninety percent of the time, so that they can continue using each other without their leader smelling, hearing or seeing anything about it. Maybe she was thinking too much, maybe she was channeling her inner Homelander too much— either way, she reached an arm out and gripped Kevin’s elbow.
“Stay..,” it came out softer than she meant to say it, trying to pitch her voice lower, more commanding, as she continued speaking. “Lay back down.”
Kevin froze like a deer in headlights, not blinking as he digested the words, weighed the pros and cons before ever so slowly dropping his few pieces of clothing back onto the floor. His slightly webbed hands wrung together as green eyes looked at her like he was afraid to do the wrong thing. Maeve rolled her eyes before laying back on the bed, yanking the pillows off the floor that they had pushed off earlier. Setting them up against the headboard, the woman lifted an arm up and out with a brow raised.
Almost immediately Kevin ducked down, curling up against Maeve’s side as she settled her arm around his shoulders to settle on his back. Her fingers gently ran up and down the marks she had left, every shiver and twitch the man did only brought the two of them impossibly close like they were attempting to meld into one thing. They lay there together, almost cuddling, in the semi dark room until they both fell asleep to the other’s slowing heart rate. They didn’t love each other, not by a long shot, but they could pretend when all else fell apart, to hurt and cling onto each other instead of harming themselves in private. They would find solace wherever they were able to, no matter the cost. They were still fundamentally human, their emotions and thoughts crutches and weaknesses they normally have to hide within the public eye, even within their team. And yet, for right now, all was calm and they would be okay.