Burning Passions

Family

NSFW TW

I throw on a hoodie and sunglasses, pulling the hood up as I head to where I told Hughie to meet me. Billy Butcher is all over the news for killing Stillwell, which isn't impossible, but who knows. Once I get to the cemetery I head to a set of three headstones, all simple, nothing extravagant, I feel someone come up behind me as I stand there staring at the stones. It's Hughie, and he stands next to me, awkwardly, not knowing what to say. 

"Y'know there's no one buried here, just empty boxes." I say, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "Their bodies were melted together, skin fused to skin, bone fused to bone. They just cremated them all together, I have no idea where they put them, or if Vought just threw them away. Vought swept the whole thing under the rug, and raised me along with Homelander."

"Wait is this...is this your family?" Hughie asks. 

"For years I blamed myself. I thought I was cursed, I was here and they were gone and it was all my fault. I still hear them screaming, my moms cries for my brother Anthony as she held his little chard body. My dads panic as he tried to get us all out, only for them all to burn. For years I thought it was me, but this entire time it was Vought. Vought did this to me, Vought got my family killed," I say, inhaling deeply wiping away the tears that made there way through. 

Hughie looks distraught, taken aback by my words. 

"I'm so sorry, I can't begin to imagine-" 

I cut him off.  "No you can't. I killed my entire family. " 

I take a deep breath, calming down a bit. 

"Sorry," I explain. "This isn't why I brought you here, but its good for you to know why I'm doing this. Vought fucked us all over; me, you, Annie, Homelander, Maeve. We're just pawns in their game.  I know why Rebecca went missing, and I know what happened to her. Allegedly. Vought told Homelander that he got Rebecca pregnant. That's why she went missing, Vought took her and took care of her until she gave birth to the baby. According to what they told Homelander, she and the baby died in childbirth but they could be lying. I know its not much but it's a place to start. " 

Hughie is silent for a moment, trying to think of the words to say, but no words come. He silently picks some dandelions up from the ground and places them on my families headstones. 

"You're going to avenge your family, we'll take down Vought, Annie and I are working on something big right now " Hughie says.  

"The less I know the better," I say, before leaving the cemetery and returning home. 

I change into my Apollo outfit and head to a shooting for Vought. More Vought Military propaganda, we've been shooting for it since the deal was made last week. Once I arrive Maeve and Homelander are finishing up a shoot with a military actor, when they're interrupted by a short haired- brunette women.  Homelander isn't listening to the conversation, he's looking at me, that is until she mentions she's the new member of the group. Once thats all done with he returns to shooting, and does not talk to me. I don't know if I should be worried or relieved. 

Once we're done filming for the day we all return to the tower, Annie is I don't know where, and Noir is on his way back from his supe-terrorist mission. I go to head home, and I run into a very tense Homelander in the hallway. 

"Hey Homelander, can we talk?" I timidly ask. 

He softens, only slightly and we head to his bedroom. 

"What do you want?" He asks coldly. 

"Home please just. Look I'm sorry I've been avoiding you, we've been so busy with the miltary deal and then Stillwell died. We haven't had the chance to talk. You're my best friend, I miss you. I miss talking to you. Please talk to me," I plead. 

Homelander sits down on the couch, his face in his hands and takes a deep breath. I sit next to him on his couch, putting a hand on his knee, and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

"Home please, I'm right here. You can talk to me, you can always talk to me," I say. 

He takes a deep breath and grabs my hand, just holding it for a minute before taking a deep breath. 

"Edgar didn't ask me about hiring Stormfront, and basically just said that the team doesn't need me, that he'll fire me for objecting," he explains. "And, theres something else. But El, I need you to promise me. Swear to me on Anthony that you won't tell a soul, please."

I take a deep breath. 

"I swear to you on Anthony, anything you tell me won't leave this room. It'll be between you and me, like it used to be. Nothing you say leaves this room," I swear. 

He takes a deep breath, giving my hand a gentle squeeze, tears welling in his eyes. 

"They all lied to me, all of them." A tear makes its way down his cheek, and I gently wipe it away. "All of them lied El, he's alive. My boy, hes alive. He's grown up into a handsome boy, I missed it. I missed everything. Vought's had him, locked away somewhere all this time, him and Becca."

He pulls me onto his lap and into a tight hug, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. He takes another deep breath and pulls away, holding my hips in his hand. 

"Nothing we say leaves this room. " He states. 

"Nothing leaves," I repeat. 

"Good." He says.

Pulling me in, our lips connecting, he turns me so I'm straddling him. He breaks the kiss for air, and looks at me. Holding my face in his hand tenderly. 

"God you've got no fucking idea how hard it is not to rip your clothes off everytime I see you," He says. 

I moan as he kisses down my neck, his fingers tangled into my hair. He rips off my uniform, kissing down my chest, ripping my bra off. He lifts me up and walks over to his bed, taking off his uniform. He lays on the bed next to me, pulling me close, kissing me, desperately kissing me. As if he were dying of thirst and I was his water. He makes his way on top of me, ripping off our underwear leaving nothing between us. 

He kisses down my body, kisses my thighs and then ends up between my legs. Rubbing my clit with his fingers before pushing his fingers inside me, licking my clit. Flicking his tongue up and down, fucking me with is fingers. Once I am dripping, he kisses back up my body and kisses me again, rubbing his dick on the outside of my pussy. Getting it all wet, before he enters me slowly. We both moan, kissing each other, trying to take as much as we can in. 

He kisses me while he fucks me, his thrusts are hard and fast, but he's being gentle. He takes his hand in mine, interlacing our fingers and placing them next to his head. He reaches down with his other hand, rubbing my clit as he fucks me. I can feel myself tightening and getting close to the edge. 

"You feel so good. You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock," He moans out. 

I can barely get the words out. I nod, and moan. I kiss him and pull him close, moaning loudly into his mouth as I cum. He picks up his pace, fucking me faster. 

"I love you," he says. 

His pace becoming sloppier. 

"I love you too," I moan. 

He moans loudly, breaking his headboard with his other hand, cumming hard inside me.