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Did you do it? Did you rape my mom?
What? of course not. Who told- did William Butcher tell you that?
Your mother and I... We had an affair, a consensual affair between two adults.
He couldn't believe that he went back, even after everything Butcher and Grace told him. God, He felt so stupid. It wasn't just the rape and Flight 37, there were so many other reasons why he shouldn't have gone back. But, there was still a huge part of him that loved Homelander. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help it.
He did know, Butcher was going to be pissed at him.
He just needed to think more, although he had an entire year to do that.
"Hey," Homelander walked into the room, holding two milkshakes. "Bought you a milkshake!" He held one towards Ryan.
Homelander knew Ryan would've eventually come back. His heart pounded like crazy every time he heard a notification from his phone, in hopes that it was him. No matter what he did, he did love Ryan back, and a lot more than a normal father would.
Ryan smiled and grabbed it. "Thanks."
Homelander chuckled and leaned over to kiss his cheek before taking a sip of his own. He sat beside Ryan. "You've gotten taller, you're almost my height now." He said, a little awkwardly.
Ryan glanced at him and smirked. "Duh, it's been a year."
Homelander sighed. "About that," he leaned closer and wrapped an arm around him. "I'm sorry."
Ryan was staring at him now.
"For everything, all of the times I've overreacted and..." He trailed off. "I just wanna make you happy. I love you so much, more than anything."
Ryan didn't know how to respond, he didn't expect him to randomly take accountability, if he was even genuine about it. He hesitated a little before speaking. "It's okay, I love you too. I-"
"I think we're more than just father and son, we're like... soulmates." Homelander interrupted him.
"...Me too, I like that." Ryan said, his voice was a little quiet now.
Homelander kissed him again, on the forehead this time, and stood up. "You should go shower and get some sleep." He suggested. "You look exhausted."
Ryan agreed. "Yeah." He stood up too.
The entrance door swung open, Butcher carefully walked inside. He had a bad feeling about Ryan doing this, but he wouldn’t listen to anything he’d say. He looked around, boxes, statues, some cardboard cutouts of Homelander, but no one was there.
Butcher walked around. "Oi! Ryan?" he called out. Then he looked down. Ryan's tracker. And knew instantly.
"Fuck me..."
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Meanwhile, at the abandoned school.
"-The PC police and the cancel cops are everywhere. But you can't let them stop you from being you."
"P-P-P-PREACH!”
"Stay tuned for more big announcements-"
Hughie closed the laptop. "I can't believe that people really watch that crap."
M.M glanced up from a book that he was in the middle of reading. "You mean that podcast with Deep and Noir?" He quietly groaned and flipped another page. "...Manhandled? Whatever the hell it's called?" He muttered.
Before Hughie could talk again, the door slammed open. Butcher stormed into the room, bumping into him. "Who pissed in your cereal?" Hughie asked with a frown.
“Ryan!” Butcher barked. “He’s back with that cunt.”
Hughie and M.M stared at each other, exchanging looks. This was unexpected.
“Maybe it’s not what you think, maybe-” Hughie tried to say something.
“What doesn’t he fucking understand?! Told him that he’s dangerous, told him that he raped his mum, and he still goes back.” Butcher yanked his coat off, and threw it onto the ground.
M.M sighed and spoke up. “I don’t think any kid wants to believe that his father is a rapist, Butcher.” he put the book down. “Give him some more time."
Butcher mumbled something under his breath and stormed off into another room. Hughie and M.M looked at each other again.
Homelander's hand jerked around his cock, he stared at the bathroom door and thrusted himself harder into his hand. "Oh god..." He muttered. He missed this, masturbating and using his X-ray vision to spy on his son showering. Somehow, despite having super hearing, Ryan had never heard anything.
He whimpered as he felt himself getting close, he thrusted a little faster. "Right there... almost there..."
"Beating your meat outside of the door is an interesting choice." Soldier Boy said.
Homelander flinched. "Fuck!- I-"
Soldier Boy stared at him with confusion. "The hell are you doing?"
"I... was too horny, figured Ryan wouldn't notice." Homelander tried to explain, he quickly grabbed his briefs and suit pants and put them on.
"You're so weird." Soldier Boy mumbled and rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'm gonna head to Newark for a bit. There's a retirement community there with the hottest ladies and..."
Homelander touched his shoulder. "Wait, I wanted to introduce you to him!"
"You did, three years ago." Soldier Boy pushed his hand away and walked towards the stairs.
"But- You know what? whatever." Homelander sighed. "Just go."
Soldier Boy smirked and walked downstairs, leaving him.
The last thing he needed was for Soldier Boy to find out that he was jacking off to his own son. What was wrong with him? Homelander was too startled to continue, his dick was flaccid again. He adjusted his pants and belt and took one last look at Ryan before walking back to the boy’s room.
He sat on Ryan’s bed, daydreaming.
Homelander never questioned his sexuality until he grew attracted to Ryan, something about the child just made his heart flutter. His baby face, his petite body, that stupid little voice crack he had. Now he was growing up, but Homelander didn’t mind it. He was a sick bastard, and he knew it, but he didn’t care. As long as nobody knew about his feelings for Ryan, there was nothing to worry about.
Ryan poked his head through the door gap. “Done!” He smiled and pushed it open. His shirt and pants were way too tight for him. “We really should go shopping soon.” He suggested and yawned after.
Homelander flinched once again and looked up. “Oh- yeah. That growth spurt is big.” He giggled softly.
Ryan walked closer and Homelander stood up, guiding him onto the bed. He pulled the blanket over him and caressed the side of his head, brushing some damp hair away from his forehead. Ryan leaned into the touch.
"Comfortable?" Homelander asked.
Ryan nodded and slightly adjusted himself.
Seeing his son curled up like this, like a tired puppy, made him scream inside. Why was he so fucking cute?
Homelander tilted his chin. "You're adorable."
"Stooop..." Ryan buried himself further into the blanket and smiled.
"You are." Homelander replied, smiling back.
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment until Homelander spoke again. "Okay... Well, get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a special day." He began to walk towards the door.
Ryan perked up. "Oh? What does that mean?"
"You'll see." He whispered and walked out of the room.
Whatever it was, Ryan couldn't wait to see it.