“Holy shit!” Lex gasped when they reached the castle.
“That’s what I was going to say,” Kal-El looked up at the castle in awe, “You live *here*?” He put Lex down carefully. “Yeah,” Lex tried to catch his breath and stand up straight. Kal-El slipped an arm round him and helped him walk unsteadily to the door. “Come on, I dismissed the servants for the week.” Kal-El nodded, looking round, “It’s amazing. You live here on your own?” “Yes,” Lex smiled ruefully. “Lonely,” Kal-El commented. Lex sighed, “Yes.” Kal-El wrapped his arms round the slim man and smiled down at him. “Not anymore?” Lex grinned, “No, not anymore.” “Good,” Kal-El breathed, bending his head to claim a gentle kiss. Lex’s lips moved slowly against his and slender hands clutched in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Lex sighed and pressed himself closer to the strong body of his soon to be lover. Lifting Lex in his arms again, Kal-El pulled his head back long enough to ask where the bedroom was. Lex laughed delightedly and told him, holding on tight when Kal-El took them there in a couple of seconds. Kal-El put him down again and took a step back suddenly feeling nervous. “Kal,” Lex whispered with a gentle smile. “We don’t have to do this now, I’m just happy you’re here and I can hold you.” Kal-El took a deep breath and smiled happily, “No, we don’t have to, but I want to, I… I need to.” “Yeah, I know,” Lex whispered. He could feel it too, an urge to connect at all levels. Slowly, Lex pulled his sweater off, then waited. Kal-El licked his lips and tugged his t-shirt over his head. He stepped back up to the smaller man and raised his hand, gently running his fingers over the smooth scalp and down to his neck. With slight pressure, he urged Lex up and bent his head, lips meeting lips, skin meeting skin. Lex sighed quietly, parting his lips to his love’s eager tongue and sliding his hands down the smooth, warm skin of his back. They moved even closer as the kiss became more urgent, the contact of their bodies not quite enough yet. Lex slipped his hands round Kal-El’s waist band and quickly pulled his pants open. Groaning into his mouth, Kal-El quickly followed suit, unbuttoning and unzipping Lex’s slacks carefully, trying not to rip them with his eagerness. They slipped their pants off, briefly breaking contact before almost merging together again in a tangle of arms and lips and tongues. Lex pressed himself into Kal-El again, the feel of their cocks sliding together, separated only by the fabric of their boxers was almost too much and yet not nearly enough. His hands roamed, touching as much hot skin as he could as his mouth was devoured. Kal-El was in heaven, the taste, the feel, the pleasure coiled in his groin, all so much better than anything he’d dreamt or felt before, and still he needed more. He pulled his lower body away slightly so he could pull Lex’s boxers down and then his own. Finally they were naked, every inch of skin possible pressed against the smooth, soft, pale skin of his lover and it felt amazing. The silkiness of Lex’s cock against his own was an almost unbearable pleasure. Pulling back with a gasp, Kal-El stared pleadingly at his lover, unable to express what he needed in words. Lex smiled gently and took his hand, leading him to the bed. They climbed on together and Kal-El lay back, still a little uncertain, despite the incredibly explicit dreams he’d had. Lex lay on his side, propped up with one elbow. His free hand was drawn to the expanse of muscular chest and he caressed slowly. Kal-El shivered as gentle fingers traced the lines of muscles from his chest to his stomach, leaving trails of fire behind them. They circled his navel and moved lower to tangle in the line of hair leading to his groin. He gasped and raised his hips slightly, mutely begging Lex to touch his cock. Lex ran the tip of one finger up the length of Kal-El’s shaft, smiling at the quiet moan. Reaching up, Kal-El tugged Lex over and on top of him, gently thrusting his hips up. Lex bent his head and their lips met, parting immediately, tongues entwining, as they rocked together. A burning emptiness was growing inside Kal-El and he wrenched his mouth away. “Please, Lex, I need you,” he whispered. Lex nodded and lifted himself up, reaching over to his bedside table for a small tube. He knelt between Kal-El’s legs and rearranged them so they were bent and spread wide. Staring at his lover, Lex raised an eyebrow questioningly. Kal-El nodded, “Please.” Lex carefully slicked up his fingers and slid one between firm ass cheeks, rubbing firmly over the puckered hole. Gasping again, Kal-El pushed his hips up and Lex wriggled his finger inside him. His eyes fluttered shut and Kal-El took a deep breath. Nothing could have prepared him for having a part of Lex inside him. It felt amazing as the finger slid in and out of him. Another finger joined it and he could feel them stretching him. Licking his lips, Lex tried to control himself, his cock jerking when he felt the tight heat of Kal-El grasping at his fingers. He reached deep and crooked them, searching, hoping Kal-El had a prostate so it could feel even better for him. At a sudden surprised cry of his name, he grinned and rubbed the spot he’d found again. “Oh God, Lex,” Kal-El moaned, as jolts of pleasure shot through him, making his groin tighten and his body tingle. “Now, now, please, need you now,” he begged. “Shh,” Lex whispered. He pulled his fingers free and squeezed some lube onto his cock, spreading it quickly, Kal-El’s urgency infectious. Leaning over the larger man, Lex placed his cock at the entrance to his lover’s body and pushed gently. “Oh Kal,” he groaned, sliding into silken heat smoothly. Once fully sheathed, Lex stopped and lay down on his lover. Strong arms wrapped round him and they lay there for a moment just revelling in the feel of being fully connected at last. Kal-El couldn’t quite believe the feel of Lex inside him, the feel of hot, pulsing hardness deep in his body. He felt complete. Lex’s stomach pressed against his cock and he needed more again. Slipping his hands down his lover’s back, Kal-El grasped slim, firm buttocks and pulled. Lex gasped and lifted his head to stare down at him. They shared a smile and Lex started to move; slow, gentle thrusts in and out of his body. Kal-El groaned, moving with his lover, wrapping his legs round the slim hips. Lex’s cock moved smoothly inside him, against the spot he hadn’t even realised he had. Their lips met again and Lex’s tongue moved in his mouth to the same rhythm. And still, Kal-El needed more, needed to feel claimed somehow. He rocked faster and Lex responded; the long, slow thrusts getting faster and harder, his lover’s breath getting more shallow as they touched and kissed and moved and loved. Lex was drowning in sensation and emotion, combined in a way he’d never ad before, never felt before, but he somehow knew he’d have forever with Kal-El. His gut clenched with pleasure and desire and his chest clenched with love and happiness. Lifting up slightly, Lex reached between them and wrapped his fingers round Kal-El’s cock, stroking fast, finding the same rhythm of their bodies. Kal-El gasped, trying not to buck up and dislodge Lex. He felt heat building rapidly and he jerked into Lex’s hand, his climax tearing through him as his seed split between them. Lex groaned and thrust harder into the willing body beneath him, the muscles encompassing his cock rippling tightly. Crying out Kal-El’s name, Lex buried himself deeply one more time as he came, the coil of pleasure expanding through his body until he sobbed, emptying himself, claiming his lover. Burying his face in Kal-El’s neck, Lex inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself with the grounding scent of his lover’s body. Slowly, he lifted his head and smiled down at Kal-El, his lover grinned back and pulled him into a slow, thorough kiss. Eventually, Lex lifted himself up and reached for some tissues to clean them off, then he settled himself in Kal-El’s embrace. “That was better than dreams,” Kal-El whispered, “It was amazing.” “It was beautiful,” Lex whispered back, nuzzling into Kal-El’s neck, “I love you.” “I love you too.” Quietly, they held each other and watched Kal-El’s first sunset through the french windows until they both fell asleep, happy and complete for the first time in twelve years. @>*~ Lex woke up to an empty bed. There was a chill in the room from the open french windows. Pulling on his robe, Lex got up and walked over to the windows. Kal was standing on the balcony in his boxers, staring up at the sky. Lex watched him for a moment, still astounded by his beauty. He smiled softly and walked onto the balcony to stand behind Kal. He wrapped his arms round him and lay his head on his shoulder. “What are you doing?” Lex whispered. Kal-El smiled and put his hands on Lex’s arms. “I love being outside,” he sighed, “I almost never got to see the stars.” Lex smiled a little sadly. “You can see them every night from now on,” he whispered. Kal-El turned in the circle of Lex’s arms, wrapping his own round his lover’s slim frame. Lex smiled up at him and he bent his head for a soft kiss. “Come back to bed,” Lex said quietly. Kal-El picked Lex up and carried him back inside. Lex laughed, hugging his lover tightly as he lifted him onto the bed. @>*~ With a gasp, Kal-El was pulled out of comfortable sleep, hearing Lex scream his name. He lifted his head in time to see his lover being dragged from the room, before nausea and burning pain pushed him back. “Lex,” he breathed, tears springing to his eyes. “Good morning, Kal-El.” Kal-El looked up and swallowed nervously. It was *him*. “What have you done with Lex?” Kal-El demanded. The man smirked at him. “My son will be perfectly safe… that is, for now.” “What do you mean?” Kal-El frowned worriedly. “I mean, boy, his continued health and safety rather depends on you.” *He* got up and moved over, sitting on the bed next to him. The feeling of nausea grew and Kal-El could see the green rock round his neck; worsening the effects of the one that had been placed round his own neck. “I had a feeling that bringing Lex back here would be advantageous. I knew his curiosity and need to annoy me, would push him to find out what was going on. Of course, I didn’t imagine it would work *so* well.” He smirked again, “Now you might actually be useful.” “No,” Kal-El shook his head. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll be objecting for long.” He got up again and Kal-El could breathe a little easier. “Get up.” Kal-El struggled out of the bed, trying not to throw up. “Get dressed.” Kal-El glared, but slowly pulled his clothes on. “What’s going to happen?” he asked. “Just a small test, follow me.” Lex’s father stalked off and Kal-El walked after him slowly, painfully. Hoping that wherever they were going Lex would be there. In Lex’s office, four men were waiting, two holding Lex, who was dressed only in boxers. “Kal!” Lex exclaimed, struggling against them. “Lex, are you okay?” Kal-El asked worriedly. “Yes are you?” Kal-El nodded. “Oh, how touching, really.” “Fuck you, Lionel!” Lex snarled. “Always so emotional, Lex,” Lionel tutted. “Now then Kal-El. I want you to do a little something for me, prove your uh, loyalty.” “What?” Kal-El asked warily. Lionel held up a photo, “I want you to kill him.” Kal-El’s eyes widened in horror, “No!” “I beg your pardon?” “I won’t kill for you.” “Even if I do this?” Lionel gestured and one of the men holding Lex turned and punched him in the gut. Lex cried out. “Lex!” Kal-El started towards his lover, only to be grabbed by the other two men. Their necklaces were enough to make his legs give out and he dropped to his knees. “I can’t,” Kal-El whispered. “Again,” Lionel ordered. The man backhanded Lex across the face viciously, Lex’s head snapping back with the force. Kal-El squeezed his eyes shut against the pain of hearing Lex groan. “This is just the beginning,” Lionel murmured, “You can stop it before it gets worse.” “No, Kal, don’t listen,” Lex whispered. “Lex, nobility doesn’t suit you.” “Shut up,” Lex ground out. “Why do you want this man dead, anyway? He’s small fry, you could destroy him with a snap of your fingers.” “It suits my plans, Lex,” Lionel replied. “To make a martyr out of him?” Lex stared at his father. Lionel smirked at him and Lex realised there must be more going on than he realised. Kal-El stared up at his lover, noting the split lip and trail of blood on his chin. A tight coil of burning anger was building inside. But what could he do? He couldn’t kill, he just couldn’t; but how could he bear to see Lex hurt? Lionel gestured again and the man holding Lex, turned him round. The other, the one who’d hit him, pulled his belt off and wrapped the end round his fist. Raising his arm, he struck Lex across the back. Lex bit his lip, trying not to cry out. The belt struck him again and he whimpered quietly. At the third strike, he couldn’t help it, he cried out in pain. Kal-El flinched, “Stop!” he begged, “Stop, I’ll do it.” “No, Kal, please,” Lex whispered. Kal-El’s breath hitched and he blinked against tears. “I’m sorry, Lex. I, I can’t bear seeing you get hurt.” “I’ll be okay,” Lex tried to insist. But he knew in his heart, that his father would go to any lengths to get what he wanted, even if it meant eventually killing his own son. “No, you won’t,” Kal-El shook his head. “I can’t watch you get hurt, not when I can do something about it.” Lex blinked and frowned. Somehow, he knew Kal-El wasn’t talking about obeying his father. Maybe he’d had an idea. He sighed and nodded, pretending to give in. “Good,” Lionel smirked, “You have till tomorrow night. Even think about trying anything and Lex *will* suffer.” “I won’t,” Kal-El said firmly. Lionel nodded and the two men started to drag Lex towards the door. “Where are you taking him?” Kal-El asked worriedly. “That is not your concern,” Lionel raised an eyebrow at him. Kal-El forced himself onto his feet, “Please, wait. Please!” Lionel’s eyes narrowed as he stared at him, then nodded. The men holding him, let him go and he stumbled over to Lex. Carefully, he wrapped his arms round slim shoulders and rested his forehead against his lover’s. “I love you, I’ll be back for you,” he whispered. Lex nodded, then he tipped his chin up and kissed him gently. Lex forced himself not to cry, and kissed back softly. He didn’t know what Kal-El was going to do, but he trusted that he’d try to stop his father and rescue him no matter what. The hollow feeling in his chest lessened a little with the contact and the whispered promise, but it didn’t stop him from being scared, scared that he had managed to ruin Kal-El’s life even more than before. “I love you too,” he whispered back, when Kal-El was dragged away again. Before he could do or say anything else, he was bundled out of the room and back to his bedroom. @>*~ Kal-El shifted uncomfortably under Lionel’s intense gaze; as well as the usual contempt and the feeling that he was a bug to be crushed, he thought he could detect curiosity. “What?!” he snapped. Lionel smirked, “You truly care about him.” It was a statement rather than a question, but Kal-El felt moved to answer anyway, “Yes, I love him.” “Why?” Kal-El frowned, “Why?” “Yes, why?” Lionel raised an eyebrow, “It’s not as if you know him, what he’s done, what he’s capable of.” “I thought you wanted to be able to use him against me, why are you trying to put me off?” Kal-El frowned. “I’m merely curious,” Lionel shrugged. “The past doesn’t matter to me, I know what’s inside him, that’s what I love,” Kal-El said quietly. Lionel blinked once, then stood up and handed Kal-El some papers. “This is what you need to know about your target. Remember, Lex’s health is in your hands, I will not hesitate to kill him if necessary, but I can think of much more painful ways in which his days could be spent should you fail, or even be tempted to make a run for it.” Kal-El clenched his jaw, “I won’t.” “And don’t try anything, Lex won’t be kept here. When you’re done, you will return to the plant and you will remain there until your next assignment.” “What about Lex?” Kal-El asked quietly. “He will remain safe as long as you do what you are told,” Lionel nodded. “Will I get to see him?” Kal-El tried to keep the pleading note from his voice, but realised he’d failed when Lionel’s expression turned distinctly amused. “I’ll have to see about that,” Lionel smirked. Kal-El looked away, wishing he wasn’t so weak. He was so worried, so angry, he thought he might just be able to kill Lionel at this point. But he didn’t want the man to see how much he hated him, to see how much he’d affected him. “May I go? I’ll need some time to build up to this,” Kal-El asked quietly. “Certainly. Just remember, I want you back at the plant by tomorrow night and Kent dead, or Lex will suffer greatly.” Kal-El nodded and one of the men removed the green rock from his neck, before backing away rapidly. Kal-El was tempted to run through the mansion to see if he could find Lex and get them both away quickly, but then the sound of a helicopter started and he looked out of the window to see Lex being flown away, staring back at the castle sorrowfully. After he watched the helicopter fly away, Kal-El swallowed his despair and turned to glare at Lionel. “You may go,” Lionel smirked at him. Kal-El started towards him, but the two men who had been holding him stood in front of the older man, the combined effects of the meteor rocks was too much for him to get any further. “Remember, Kal-El, anything looks wrong and Lex will suffer,” Lionel re-emphasised. “I won’t forget,” Kal-El promised. He promised himself at the same time that, as soon as he could, he would do whatever was necessary to see that Lionel could never hurt Lex again. Lionel gestured at the door. Kal-El was gone in a flash, speeding straight through the fields to the Kent farm. In the yard outside the farmhouse, the man from the photo, the girl who’d stared at him in the field the day before and another woman, Kent’s wife, were talking. “Come on, Mister, Kent, how often does the small guy come this close to winning against someone like Lionel Luthor?” the girl was saying. “Chloe, I appreciate the support, but I don’t think an interview with the school paper is going to help,” Mr Kent replied. “I can,” Kal-El stepped forward. “Who are you?” Mr Kent asked suspiciously. “Hello again, Clark,” Chloe leered at him, “No Lex Luthor?” Kal-El sighed sadly and looked down, she frowned and stepped forward. “My name isn’t Clark, it’s Kal-El,” Kal-El looked back up at Mr Kent, “I can help you, if you’ll help me.” Mr Kent frowned, “Why should I help you, and why should I believe you can help me? For all I know, you’re one of Luthor’s stooges.” “I’m not,” Kal-El started. “No, he’s Lex Luthor’s boytoy,” Chloe interrupted. “Please, listen to me,” Kal-El started again, “I haven’t got much time and I don’t want, I can’t…” he faltered. “Can’t what?” Chloe asked. Kal-El looked away, uncertain as to how to continue. Maybe he shouldn’t have come, but he needed help and he was desperate. While he knew he could find his lover, he was sure that he would come up against the meteor rocks and they would prevent him from rescuing Lex. If only he could get Jonathan Kent to believe him. “Why don’t you explain?” Mrs Kent asked gently. “I have, I have abilities that Lionel Luthor wants to exploit, and he has threatened Lex in order to get me to comply,” Kal-El started, “But I don’t think I can do what he wants…but, I can’t let Lex suffer,” he stared pleadingly for understanding. “What has Lex Luthor got to do with all this?” Mr Kent looked confused. “I love him, his father has locked him up to use against me. I need help to rescue him, in return I know Lex will do whatever is necessary to help you,” Kal-El replied hopefully. Kent snorted, “You expect me to believe that? Hell, even if *you* believe it, Lex could be involved in whatever his father is setting you up for.” “No,” Kal-El shook his head, “He loves me.” Even Mrs Kent looked sceptical. Kal-El sighed, “You don’t understand, and neither did his father when he thought taking Lex away would stop me from trying to rescue him. We’re connected, I know what’s inside him… and I know how to find him. But if I have to, I will do what his father asked to keep him safe.” “And what is that?” “Kill you,” Kal-El stared quietly at the blond man. “Kill me?” Kent raised an eyebrow, but didn’t move, “That’s a little extreme, even for Luthor.” “It’s a test of loyalty, which I will not complete if you help me,” Kal-El said quietly, staring helplessly at Mrs Kent, who looked sympathetic, but scared. Suddenly, Kal-El felt a shift of emotions in the back of his mind, a hint of fear and pain, and he gasped. “No, they shouldn’t be hurting him,” Kal-El squeezed his eyes shut, “Please, I can’t bear him being hurt.” “How do you know?” Mrs Kent asked. “I told you, we’re connected, I feel him… in here,” Kal-El touched his head, “And in here,” he clutched at his chest, trying to control his emotions. “Okay, I’ve had enough, you are obviously deluded, and I don’t know why you think you can come here and ask for my help and threaten me practically in the same breath,” Kent shook his head, “How do you expect to kill me anyway?” In desperation, Kal-El’s arm shot out to grasp Kent by the throat, lifting him several inches off the ground. “Because I can do this.” Mrs Kent ran to the fence, picking up a piece of wood and smashed him over the head with it. It shattered and Kal-El didn’t even flinch. “Chloe, call the police,” she yelled, running for another plank. Kal-El put Kent down and speeded to the door, preventing her from getting into the house. “What the hell are you?” Kent panted, clutching his throat. Kal-El shrugged, “Not human. Do you really want Lionel Luthor to have control over me?” he asked quietly. Jonathan Kent shook his head slowly. “If I help you, how can Lex Luthor prevent his father from destroying me?” he asked. “I wasn’t planning on Lionel being around to hurt anyone else,” Kal-El said darkly. Kent blinked at him. “You’d kill him?” “Yes,” Kal-El nodded, “He hurt Lex, a mistake he won’t live to regret.” “Why do you need help, with abilities like that, you ought to be able to rescue him yourself,” Chloe interjected curiously. “I have a weakness,” Kal-El said hesitantly, “The meteor rocks make me sick and weak, Lionel uses them against me.” The three stared at him. “Please, I could kill you all before you could blink, and Lex would be safe, until the next time, and then the next. If I give in now, where will it stop?” “He’s right, Jonathan,” Mrs Kent said quietly, “I shudder to think what Lionel Luthor would use him for, and what he would do to get him to comply.” Kent sighed, “Okay, what do we do?” Kal-El breathed out heavily in relief, “Thank you. Once we find Lex and rescue him, we’ll need to go somewhere safe before I deal with his father.” “You don’t know where he is though, right?” Chloe frowned. Kal-El smiled, “Like I said, I can find him.” “Well, in that case you might as well bring him to my place, Luthor would have no reason to expect my involvement,” she offered. “Really?” Kal-El gasped. “Sure, I’ll want a story out of this though,” she grinned. “Absolutely,” Kal-El nodded, “Whatever it takes. Do you have a gun?” he asked Kent. “Yes, I have a shotgun, do you think we’ll need it?” “Yes.” @>*~