Lack of enthusiasm.
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bagheera_sanSmallville S7 premieres next Thursday, right? Somehow I'm not looking forward to it at all, but I guess it comes just in time. A month or two longer, and I might not even tune in again: I have to admit, I'm feeling somewhat unfannish about Smallville lately. I can't bring myself to rewatch any of it, and I'm pretty sure I've read all good SV fics in existence, some of them twice. I'm hardly writing anything, either, and everything I write feels like a rehashing of the same old stuff. Until pretty recently I was determined to cling to this fandom with teeth and claws and ride it out until the bitter end, but if I found inspiration to write in another fandom right now, I'd gladly ride off into the sunset with it.
Well, anyways. Here's another chapter of TLatS, which I'm feeling just as unenthusiastic about. Although there's more porn.
Title: The Light and the Silence (7/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clex, but there are other pairings, slash, het and...um... other.
Fandom: Smallville, a couple of DC characters, inspired by the Man of Steel Annual #3, an Elseworlds Superman story called "Unforgiven", of which I posted scans here.
Genre: AU, science-fiction, action/adventure
Summary:
Seven
He didn't know when his wanton sprawling had become so languid that he slipped into feverish, sun-drenched dreams. What he saw and felt in those dreams was nothing like his ordinary dreams. It was like the difference between black and white and a rainbow of colors, only there were colors that tasted and smelled and tickled him like a breeze. Then there was heat, slow, pulsing, aching heat, like the heart of a sun, dying every moment, bursting with power.
Kal woke with a shiver. Goose-skin covered his arms and legs and he was no longer hot. The sun had risen past its zenith long ago and was setting now. Every rock in the canyon outside glowed like embers. He felt light-headed, and the world still had a special buzz and glow to it, but all in all he was far more sober than before. Was it really still the same day? How much time was he missing?
The memory of what he had done was instantly present in his mind. Touching. Lust. Naked, dirty sex. Staring at the vast canyon outside the glass wall, Kal thought that this was perhaps the closest he could come to not being himself. To being human. It was alright for humans to do these things.
He turned his head and found Lex in the shadows of the room, sitting at the desk and reading a data-pad. Kal didn't have to stare at him long before he turned his head and glanced into his direction. Lex put down the pad and came over, sauntering without hurry, his eyes raking intently over Kal. It made him swallow nervously, because the fever was gone and he no longer felt like delighting in his nakedness, but the deadly embarrassment he should have felt remained absent. Lex didn't look as tense as he had the day before – he greeted Kal the same nonchalant smirk he had worn when they first met in Metropolis.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm not dead," Kal said simply. He felt the very opposite of dead.
"I told you it was a lie." Lex eyed the bed in some distaste. "Do you want to get cleaned up?"
That brought color to Kal's cheeks, for some reason. He nodded.
"You have to be careful now." Lex ran a hand over his head, the only sign that he was the littlest bit nervous. Then he picked up the glass of water from the nightstand and gave it to Kal. His fingers closed around it as if it was no more than air. It broke, crumbled like the thinnest sheet of ice, and water and shards spilled through his fingers. Kal jumped in shock and clutched his wrist, expecting pain, but there was none: just water and broken glass, and not a single cut in his skin.
"I - how?" His voice was a helpless whisper, like a child's.
"You're very strong," Lex said, his tone demanding complete attention. "And invulnerable. From what I've read, your father had other powers as well, more the longer he stayed on Earth. You'll eventually be able to fly, shoot fire from your eyes, see through things, freeze the air with your breath, run faster than the average space-glider…"
When Kal started to tremble, Lex stopped.
"I'm turning into a monster."
"Then I'm also a monster." Lex spoke coldly, brooking no argument. "I heal about four to six times faster than a normal human. Poison can't kill me at all."
Getting no reaction from Kal, Lex extended a hand. "There's a bathroom. You can get cleaned up."
Kal stared at the offered hand and backed away on the bed. "I'll hurt you."
"Try not to," Lex suggested.
"I'll break your hand!"
"Then I'll heal. It won't take longer than a day." The ease with which Lex suggested such a horrible thing sent a shiver through Kal, but it did calm him down enough to realize that he had little alternative. He couldn't spend the rest of his days sitting in a corner afraid to touch anything.
He didn't dare breathe as he raised his hand. Tiny, little, fragile human bones - -
Kal cradled Lex's hand more than he seized it, but he didn't hurt him. Lex smiled. Kal released a shaky breath and beamed up at him, then let himself be pulled to his feet. The first few steps were awkward. Kal felt himself transported back to the moon, weightless and too strong. Walking naked was very different, too – he felt a breeze stroke his back, tickle his tangled hair; unsupported by the suit, his testicles dangled between his legs, and under the soles of his feet he felt the rough, grainy texture of the stone floor.
The bathroom, separated from the main room by a small, half-round door that they had to duck through, distracted Kal entirely from his new condition. It was the room where they had met Wayne in miniature, a sphere just large enough to hold two or three standing people. The walls were entirely covered by a mosaic of the emerald gems Kal had seen before, except for a few patches made of a different, yellow-brown stone. But they were not dark now – light flooded through them, golden pillars of light piercing the sphere from all directions, a radiant intangible spider's web. The lower half was filled with water.
"Originally, these rooms were filled from floor to ceiling with water," Lex explained. "The light is directed in here through mirrors. There are a few left in their original state in the lower levels."
"Who built this place?" Kal asked as he lowered himself into the shallow water, finding it pleasantly warm.
Leaning against the entry, Lex raised his brows. "Martians, of course."
Kal knew that there existed other civilizations in the universe besides Krypton and Earth. On Krypton there were even occasionally alien traders, but they avoided the solar system for the same reasons the inhabitants of the homeworld did not come there. But he had never heard of a Martian people.
"They're extinct," Lex continued, and he seemed to warm to the topic. "This place was a city of the dead before we came here. The mosaics you noticed outside tell the story of their downfall. There was a war, two races of Martians, and they annihilated each other. Since then, this planet has become a desert with only a few frozen reserves of water. Who knows – if they had survived, they might have colonized Earth long before your people came."
The water tasted faintly salty as Kal cupped it in his hands and poured it over his head. He scrubbed his hair and his face, wondering what he looked like without the cowl – he saw broken shimmering reflections of himself in the surface of the water, and got a glimpse of dark hair. The hairs on his arms and legs were also dark.
It was a strange irony. His people had come here from Krypton because of a hereditary disease. The light from the yellow sun, lethal in large doses, was all that kept them alive – a kind of natural radiation therapy. But what did it mean that the body suits were unnecessary? Were they being lied to, or was it a genuine mistake on behalf of the doctors? And why had Jor-El never talked about the marvelous powers the yellow sunlight had given him?
The scenario played out further in Kal's head: what if all Kryptonians on Earth suddenly took off their suits and discovered that they were invulnerable and all-powerful? Strength, speed – what would they even need humans for any longer? Rao, whoever had invented the bodysuits might just have saved humanity from extinction. Kal hoped that that had been the impetus behind the body suit scam, and not something more sinister.
"Will it be the same way when our people fight each other?" he asked. "Are the rebels going to fight until one side is annihilated?"
"Some of us think genocide is an option," Lex said. "Personally, I would prefer not to have this much blood on my hands. Bruce may have lost a lot of his principles over the years, but this is one we still agree on. Hamilton suggested creating a disease that would only affect Kryptonians, but Bruce's father was a doctor. He'd never use medicine to harm people. But we would fight until our own death, at least most of us. My Dad probably not."
There was a lot of resentment in Lex's voice. Kal felt uncomfortable asking about it, but he had the feeling that Lex wanted him to ask. "Why?"
Lex's lips quirked in bitter irony. "He's not fighting for freedom, Kal. He's fighting for a free market. It's not exactly a cause you'd give your life for - your children, yes, but not your life."
"That's – "
"Callous? My father would say sensible. After all, you can always have more heirs, but you've got only one life."
Kal had never spent much thought on whether Jor-El was a good father or not. In fact, he had never spent much thought on him at all. But now he knew that his father had a past, had hidden depths Kal would never have suspected. Was he a coward for having given up? A traitor to his own people, like Kal-El? When he had worked with the humans, the invasion hadn't happened yet, so could Jor-El really have known how bad it would be? Why had he worked against his own people? All Kal knew was that Jor-El had always been distant and discouraging, perhaps a bit bitter. Maybe he hadn't been a good father. But one thing Kal knew for sure: Jor-El would never, ever risk his son's life or let him get hurt. So many times he had cautioned him – in fact it was all Jor-El ever did: issue warnings.
Lex's voice interrupted Kal's brooding. "I don't think you'll get much cleaner." With an appreciative leer, he added, "not that I don't enjoy the view, of course."
"I - - Kryptonians shouldn't - - you must think that I am – "
"What?"
Kal swallowed, but it had to be said, even if his voice came out rather too high. "A pervert."
Lex laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry to shatter your illusions, Kal, but you're hardly the first Kryptonian to have sex. Not even the first to have sex with a human. My father has quite the track record of seducing Kryptonians. Although I believe that not even he has ever seen one naked in sunlight. He has missed out on quite a bit."
Kal blinked, sputtering in shock, "But your father – isn't he – he's married!"
Hands in his pockets, Lex shrugged. "Lady Jan doesn't mind. And my father never considered marriage an obstacle."
Lex had indeed shattered quite a lot of Kal's illusions. He didn't know why it mattered that other Kryptonians had been intimate with humans before him, but it did. He wasn't quite as much a deviant, or at least not as unusual a deviant.
"I understand that it's still new to you, Kal, and right now it probably seems terribly serious, but it's just sex. It's a natural part of your life – just like your new powers."
His cheeks aflame with a violent blush, Kal looked down at the water. His own reflection danced at him and he could not face it for long. Lifting his eyes again, he gazed shyly at Lex through his dripping bangs. "I begged," Kal whispered.
"Ah. You did. Quite prettily," Lex agreed in a low voice that sent a heavy, pleasant heat through Kal's body. It felt as if nothing he could do or say would ever not please Lex. He couldn't suppress a small, flattered smile, even though he tried to hide it by ducking his head.
Lex extended his hand, and Kal waded over to him and let himself be pulled out of the water, splashing it everywhere. This time, he had hardly been scared to hurt Lex by touching him, preoccupied as he was by other things. They went back into the larger room, and from the closet Lex fetched a large towel. He walked towards where Kal stood dripping by the wall as if he were going to offer it to him, but then he stopped. "You're sober now, aren't you?" he asked in a husky voice.
Kal nodded, wide-eyed. "Yes." What now? He could feel the current between them, the sparking attraction, and Lex's expression left no doubt that he felt it, too, but how did humans agree to have sex? "Do you – are we - ?"
"We can," Lex answered with a slow, wicked smile. "If you'd like to experiment a little, I'm game."
Game. Kal suddenly understood why Lex didn't seem nervous – he was playing a game. No stakes, no consequences. Just a little friendly exploring. The idea was appealing and freeing, enough to make Kal step forward eagerly and nod. Lex shook his head slightly and bid him stay where he was with a small gesture, and then he slunk around Kal to stand behind him.
The first touch of fabric on his shoulders made Kal suck in a startled breath. The terrycloth was used and rather rough, and after the first shock, Kal realized that he delighted in the friction. Lex rubbed his shoulders dry in slow, firm motions, then dragged the towel down his back with both hands, stopping short of Kal's buttocks. Kal swallowed a pleased groan. Then Lex reached up again and with one hand used the towel to dry his neck, turned Kal around to face him and continued with his collarbones. Their eyes met, Kal heavy-lidded and panting ever so slightly, Lex smiling faintly, as if this was an entirely too enjoyable activity for him. He rubbed Kal's chest dry, avoiding his nipples carefully until Kal was utterly certain that he would die if he wasn't touched there right then and gave a ragged little gasp of need. Instantly Lex responded and brushed the terrycloth across his nipples. It was wet now, and softer, but still just rough enough, and Kal's knees nearly buckled while he bit his lower lip and tried his best not to keen like a needy dog. The touch stopped too soon. Lex looked serious now, and rather lazy as he dried Kal's sides and his arms.
So it was unexpected when he dropped to his knees and continued at Kal's feet, then his ankles and calves. Kal stared open-mouthed down at his bent bald head and graceful neck, and closed his eyes quickly when Lex lifted his face, suddenly no more than inches from Kal's more than half-hard cock.
Calmly drying Kal's thighs, Lex bent forward and captured the smooth head with his lips. He didn't use much pressure yet, just dragged the wet, silky inside of his lips over the tip and then let go, breathing, "Don't forget how strong you are," before suddenly taking Kal in deep and rubbing the towel against his balls.
He didn't forget how strong he was, but it was no use, he threw back his head, stared blindly at the wall and surged forward and into the hot soft clasp of Lex's mouth. It was all he could to not to grab Lex's shoulders and pull him closer. Then Kal caught himself, panting and making small, breathy noises and pulled back. His cock slipped from Lex's mouth with a soft smack, bobbing up and smearing saliva and something creamy across his upper lip. Semen, Kal thought hazily, remembering biology lessons and the night before, the rush and the heat as he spent himself, as Lex swallowed around him. He wanted - Rao, he needed something more than cool air on his wet skin, warmth, friction – a slap to his thigh brought him back from the brink. Lex looked up rather commandingly, steadied Kal with a firm grasp on his hip and licked his lip clean. Then he dropped the towel. He didn't return his attention to Kal's cock, though. Instead he held his gaze.
"Put your hands on the wall."
Kal trembled and wavered, but then finally managed it, his palms on the smooth red stone. He bent slightly forward over Lex's kneeling form, twitching with eagerness and anticipation. "Please – "
"Now spread your legs a little."
He did so. He couldn't not have. If Lex had told him to jump through the window into Mars's oxygen-free atmosphere, he probably would have. With a whoop of joy even.
Satisfied, Lex reached around Kal and cupped his left buttock, then squeezed it. His fingers dragged along the still damp cleft, blunt and firm, the fingertips rubbing over his asshole, once, twice, not pressing enough to get past the tight circle of muscle but leaving no doubt that they eventually would. Kal's world had narrowed down to just that – his heavy balls, his aching erection and the awareness that he was going to be breached.
He felt sweat break out anew, and the longer Lex stroked and rubbed him, the less he could keep from trembling and rocking into the touch. And then Lex dropped his hand lazily and sucked his fingers, two first, then three. Glistening wet he pulled them out again, massaging Kal's thigh with his other hand. "I'm going to fuck you," he decided. "You know what that means, right?"
Kal's answer was a strangled moan. He had… ideas. Couldn't have put them into words, though. Not right now. No words at all.
Lex illustrated it quite clearly by dragging his slick fingers roughly over Kal's anus. "I'm going to have you on your knees and take you. It won't hurt. Not you, I don't think I can hurt you. Do you like that idea?"
"Rao," Kal wailed and shivered all over.
"You'll like it," Lex assured him and then drowned out everything else by grasping the base of Kal's thick cock and giving it a none too gentle tug as he sucked it into his mouth. Lex was as no holds barred in this as he was subtle in his schemes. He worked him with his hand and lips and tongue and swallowed around the head, and before Kal knew it he had a finger up his ass, stroking him, then two. The contrast between strange penetration and the heavenly things Lex did with his mouth was maddening, but it was enough to keep Kal from coming instantly in a blind rush. He had enough time to take in his length sliding wetly in and out of Lex's mouth, the sudden stretch as a third finger entered him, the scrape of teeth that could not hurt him and the shock as Lex pulled away the hand jacking the base of his dick and took him in as far as he could – the way his throat constricted as he gagged, once, and then the feel of spurting, hot and sudden, down that throat as Lex swallowed convulsively around him. The first rush of his climax over, air cooling his wet flesh, Kal again became aware of the fingers pushing deeper and deeper into him and then suddenly, there was a jolt of pleasure and his cock, still hard, pulsed one more time and spattered a few more drops of come on Lex's red lips.
Lex chuckled and tipped his head backwards, nipping at the tip of Kal's cock again, and licked the slit as if hungry for more, and all the while rubbed his fingers over that perfect spot, again and again until Kal whined at the top of his voice and had tears in his eyes from too much pleasure. Around his fingers, cracks had appeared in the wall, and still Lex suckled and stroked him until finally he dragged another shuddering orgasm out of Kal.
This time, Kal sagged to the floor, panting and his eyes swimming with tears. Lex looked at him with a slow, sly grin from perfectly used looking lips. He licked off a few last drops of come and Kal threw back his head with an incredulous groan.
Although his voice was raw, Lex still sounded mostly calm. "Now I'm going to fuck you."
He got to his feet and walked over to the closet, taking off his shirt as he did so, baring a lean back and surprisingly toned shoulders. It gave Kal just enough time to decide that he was infinitely grateful for the way Lex went about this – confident, fast and matter-of-fact – or else he would have had time to panic for fear of embarrassment. As it was, Lex was back with a small tube before Kal could entirely gather his wits. Why his body hadn't collapsed yet was a miracle in itself. The work of too much sunlight, no doubt –
"Turn around," Lex told him, but didn't wait before he grasped Kal's hips and rolled him to his stomach in a quick tumble of long limbs. "Get on your knees, yeah, like this." On his elbows and knees, his head lolling, Kal closed his eyes and just breathed, quick and shallow.
One hand left his skin, followed by the sound of a belt being undone and the rustle of fabric. Kal numbly followed the sounds, his head empty but for thrumming excitement as it rested on his forearms. And then there was the soft pressure of something slick and larger than Lex's fingers against his ass.
And still Lex was in no hurry. He moved his hands from Kal's hips down his sides, rubbing the sweaty skin almost thoughtfully, as if assessing a new possession – the way he had touched the glider when they had bought it, satisfied with what he saw. Slowly, the head of his cock slid in past the tight ring of muscle, slick with something more than spittle, stretching him quite a bit more than his fingers had. Kal exhaled sharply, caught between languidly boneless and tense in expectation of what was to come. Lex's fingers softened a little on his ribcage, just holding him now. "I suppose I should be slow and gentle," Lex said, "but I don't think you want that."
No. No, Kal definitely didn't want it any slower than this. "No," he gasped in agreement, muffled against his arm.
And that was it. Lex's fingers dug into the hollows beside his hipbones and yanked him up against his erection, and suddenly there was the full hard length of Lex's cock inside him, still for just a second before Lex tugged at his hips again and at the same time pushed forward, finally making some noise of his own, a breathy grunt, then a high gasp of laughter. "God, you're tight – this doesn't hurt you… at all, does it?"
"No," Kal panted. "Please – "
"Like this?" Lex thrust in forcefully, and again, and again. "Yes?"
"Harder – "
Lex obliged. In answer, Kal howled and grabbed at the floor for purchase, his knees scraping a little over the stones every time Lex hitched him up against his cock, and nothing could hurt him, it was all just good, breathless, quick, dirty like the slap of wet skin on skin, the slide of a long, lubricated cock sliding in and out of him.
It was messy, and Kal's knees kept sliding apart until he was nearly sprawled on his stomach while Lex fucked him. Lex pulled out each time that happened, panting for breath a for a few seconds, then hauled Kal back to his knees and started pounding into him again, a dozen or so sharp hard thrusts before their rhythm faltered again and they stopped just before completion. The third time it happened, Lex sat back and urged Kal to turn onto his back. He had a little frown on his face, just a small frustrated crease between his brows, and flopping onto his back, Kal had to laugh at it. The frown deepened for a moment, almost petulant – Lex didn't seem to like being laughed at – then he joined in Kal's laughter, slung his arms under Kal's knees and bent his legs forward to plunge into him again. This angle made Kal feel deliciously tight again and it gave him opportunity to watch. He was fascinated by the sight: the way the muscles of Lex's abdomen bunched in obvious effort with each thrust, the occasional glimpse of a wet pink cock slipping into him, his own bobbing in the rhythm of their fucking, painting Kal's belly with slippery come.
Another laugh escaped him, breathless and shocked and exhilarated, and he gasped through it, "I love this, I –"
More sobbing gasps, and his eyes rolled back as the now familiar tightening of his balls brought another orgasm, long and drawn-out this time, shooting white strings of semen over his belly and chest, again and again, painful now, before he went entirely slack in Lex's grasp. He shuddered weakly around Lex's cock as Lex gritted his teeth and put all his strength behind his thrusts. Kal's knees nearly touched his chest, and Lex's hands found his hair, grabbing it. "Take it," Lex hissed, his eyes glazed with pleasure, "take it –"
Kal couldn't take it anymore, he was spent, every nerve in him raw and gone inter overdrive, and he begged in hitching sobs, "Please, Lex – please!"
Shaking, Lex pumped into him a few last times before he slumped forward and spilled his own warm seed inside Kal.
They lay on the floor then, Lex on top of him but seeming almost weightless to Kal, both of them drenched in sweat and other fluids. The bath had been entirely futile. After a few moments of drifting, Lex lifted his head and stared intently down at Kal's face. For a moment his eyes were soft blue and naked, hiding nothing, and there was something like fear in them, fear and disbelief. Then he framed it with both hands, his fingers twisting in Kal's wet curls and kissed him hard on the lips, a kiss that took away all thought and left only feeling.
Well, anyways. Here's another chapter of TLatS, which I'm feeling just as unenthusiastic about. Although there's more porn.
Title: The Light and the Silence (7/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clex, but there are other pairings, slash, het and...um... other.
Fandom: Smallville, a couple of DC characters, inspired by the Man of Steel Annual #3, an Elseworlds Superman story called "Unforgiven", of which I posted scans here.
Genre: AU, science-fiction, action/adventure
Summary:
Seven
He didn't know when his wanton sprawling had become so languid that he slipped into feverish, sun-drenched dreams. What he saw and felt in those dreams was nothing like his ordinary dreams. It was like the difference between black and white and a rainbow of colors, only there were colors that tasted and smelled and tickled him like a breeze. Then there was heat, slow, pulsing, aching heat, like the heart of a sun, dying every moment, bursting with power.
Kal woke with a shiver. Goose-skin covered his arms and legs and he was no longer hot. The sun had risen past its zenith long ago and was setting now. Every rock in the canyon outside glowed like embers. He felt light-headed, and the world still had a special buzz and glow to it, but all in all he was far more sober than before. Was it really still the same day? How much time was he missing?
The memory of what he had done was instantly present in his mind. Touching. Lust. Naked, dirty sex. Staring at the vast canyon outside the glass wall, Kal thought that this was perhaps the closest he could come to not being himself. To being human. It was alright for humans to do these things.
He turned his head and found Lex in the shadows of the room, sitting at the desk and reading a data-pad. Kal didn't have to stare at him long before he turned his head and glanced into his direction. Lex put down the pad and came over, sauntering without hurry, his eyes raking intently over Kal. It made him swallow nervously, because the fever was gone and he no longer felt like delighting in his nakedness, but the deadly embarrassment he should have felt remained absent. Lex didn't look as tense as he had the day before – he greeted Kal the same nonchalant smirk he had worn when they first met in Metropolis.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm not dead," Kal said simply. He felt the very opposite of dead.
"I told you it was a lie." Lex eyed the bed in some distaste. "Do you want to get cleaned up?"
That brought color to Kal's cheeks, for some reason. He nodded.
"You have to be careful now." Lex ran a hand over his head, the only sign that he was the littlest bit nervous. Then he picked up the glass of water from the nightstand and gave it to Kal. His fingers closed around it as if it was no more than air. It broke, crumbled like the thinnest sheet of ice, and water and shards spilled through his fingers. Kal jumped in shock and clutched his wrist, expecting pain, but there was none: just water and broken glass, and not a single cut in his skin.
"I - how?" His voice was a helpless whisper, like a child's.
"You're very strong," Lex said, his tone demanding complete attention. "And invulnerable. From what I've read, your father had other powers as well, more the longer he stayed on Earth. You'll eventually be able to fly, shoot fire from your eyes, see through things, freeze the air with your breath, run faster than the average space-glider…"
When Kal started to tremble, Lex stopped.
"I'm turning into a monster."
"Then I'm also a monster." Lex spoke coldly, brooking no argument. "I heal about four to six times faster than a normal human. Poison can't kill me at all."
Getting no reaction from Kal, Lex extended a hand. "There's a bathroom. You can get cleaned up."
Kal stared at the offered hand and backed away on the bed. "I'll hurt you."
"Try not to," Lex suggested.
"I'll break your hand!"
"Then I'll heal. It won't take longer than a day." The ease with which Lex suggested such a horrible thing sent a shiver through Kal, but it did calm him down enough to realize that he had little alternative. He couldn't spend the rest of his days sitting in a corner afraid to touch anything.
He didn't dare breathe as he raised his hand. Tiny, little, fragile human bones - -
Kal cradled Lex's hand more than he seized it, but he didn't hurt him. Lex smiled. Kal released a shaky breath and beamed up at him, then let himself be pulled to his feet. The first few steps were awkward. Kal felt himself transported back to the moon, weightless and too strong. Walking naked was very different, too – he felt a breeze stroke his back, tickle his tangled hair; unsupported by the suit, his testicles dangled between his legs, and under the soles of his feet he felt the rough, grainy texture of the stone floor.
The bathroom, separated from the main room by a small, half-round door that they had to duck through, distracted Kal entirely from his new condition. It was the room where they had met Wayne in miniature, a sphere just large enough to hold two or three standing people. The walls were entirely covered by a mosaic of the emerald gems Kal had seen before, except for a few patches made of a different, yellow-brown stone. But they were not dark now – light flooded through them, golden pillars of light piercing the sphere from all directions, a radiant intangible spider's web. The lower half was filled with water.
"Originally, these rooms were filled from floor to ceiling with water," Lex explained. "The light is directed in here through mirrors. There are a few left in their original state in the lower levels."
"Who built this place?" Kal asked as he lowered himself into the shallow water, finding it pleasantly warm.
Leaning against the entry, Lex raised his brows. "Martians, of course."
Kal knew that there existed other civilizations in the universe besides Krypton and Earth. On Krypton there were even occasionally alien traders, but they avoided the solar system for the same reasons the inhabitants of the homeworld did not come there. But he had never heard of a Martian people.
"They're extinct," Lex continued, and he seemed to warm to the topic. "This place was a city of the dead before we came here. The mosaics you noticed outside tell the story of their downfall. There was a war, two races of Martians, and they annihilated each other. Since then, this planet has become a desert with only a few frozen reserves of water. Who knows – if they had survived, they might have colonized Earth long before your people came."
The water tasted faintly salty as Kal cupped it in his hands and poured it over his head. He scrubbed his hair and his face, wondering what he looked like without the cowl – he saw broken shimmering reflections of himself in the surface of the water, and got a glimpse of dark hair. The hairs on his arms and legs were also dark.
It was a strange irony. His people had come here from Krypton because of a hereditary disease. The light from the yellow sun, lethal in large doses, was all that kept them alive – a kind of natural radiation therapy. But what did it mean that the body suits were unnecessary? Were they being lied to, or was it a genuine mistake on behalf of the doctors? And why had Jor-El never talked about the marvelous powers the yellow sunlight had given him?
The scenario played out further in Kal's head: what if all Kryptonians on Earth suddenly took off their suits and discovered that they were invulnerable and all-powerful? Strength, speed – what would they even need humans for any longer? Rao, whoever had invented the bodysuits might just have saved humanity from extinction. Kal hoped that that had been the impetus behind the body suit scam, and not something more sinister.
"Will it be the same way when our people fight each other?" he asked. "Are the rebels going to fight until one side is annihilated?"
"Some of us think genocide is an option," Lex said. "Personally, I would prefer not to have this much blood on my hands. Bruce may have lost a lot of his principles over the years, but this is one we still agree on. Hamilton suggested creating a disease that would only affect Kryptonians, but Bruce's father was a doctor. He'd never use medicine to harm people. But we would fight until our own death, at least most of us. My Dad probably not."
There was a lot of resentment in Lex's voice. Kal felt uncomfortable asking about it, but he had the feeling that Lex wanted him to ask. "Why?"
Lex's lips quirked in bitter irony. "He's not fighting for freedom, Kal. He's fighting for a free market. It's not exactly a cause you'd give your life for - your children, yes, but not your life."
"That's – "
"Callous? My father would say sensible. After all, you can always have more heirs, but you've got only one life."
Kal had never spent much thought on whether Jor-El was a good father or not. In fact, he had never spent much thought on him at all. But now he knew that his father had a past, had hidden depths Kal would never have suspected. Was he a coward for having given up? A traitor to his own people, like Kal-El? When he had worked with the humans, the invasion hadn't happened yet, so could Jor-El really have known how bad it would be? Why had he worked against his own people? All Kal knew was that Jor-El had always been distant and discouraging, perhaps a bit bitter. Maybe he hadn't been a good father. But one thing Kal knew for sure: Jor-El would never, ever risk his son's life or let him get hurt. So many times he had cautioned him – in fact it was all Jor-El ever did: issue warnings.
Lex's voice interrupted Kal's brooding. "I don't think you'll get much cleaner." With an appreciative leer, he added, "not that I don't enjoy the view, of course."
"I - - Kryptonians shouldn't - - you must think that I am – "
"What?"
Kal swallowed, but it had to be said, even if his voice came out rather too high. "A pervert."
Lex laughed and shook his head. "I'm sorry to shatter your illusions, Kal, but you're hardly the first Kryptonian to have sex. Not even the first to have sex with a human. My father has quite the track record of seducing Kryptonians. Although I believe that not even he has ever seen one naked in sunlight. He has missed out on quite a bit."
Kal blinked, sputtering in shock, "But your father – isn't he – he's married!"
Hands in his pockets, Lex shrugged. "Lady Jan doesn't mind. And my father never considered marriage an obstacle."
Lex had indeed shattered quite a lot of Kal's illusions. He didn't know why it mattered that other Kryptonians had been intimate with humans before him, but it did. He wasn't quite as much a deviant, or at least not as unusual a deviant.
"I understand that it's still new to you, Kal, and right now it probably seems terribly serious, but it's just sex. It's a natural part of your life – just like your new powers."
His cheeks aflame with a violent blush, Kal looked down at the water. His own reflection danced at him and he could not face it for long. Lifting his eyes again, he gazed shyly at Lex through his dripping bangs. "I begged," Kal whispered.
"Ah. You did. Quite prettily," Lex agreed in a low voice that sent a heavy, pleasant heat through Kal's body. It felt as if nothing he could do or say would ever not please Lex. He couldn't suppress a small, flattered smile, even though he tried to hide it by ducking his head.
Lex extended his hand, and Kal waded over to him and let himself be pulled out of the water, splashing it everywhere. This time, he had hardly been scared to hurt Lex by touching him, preoccupied as he was by other things. They went back into the larger room, and from the closet Lex fetched a large towel. He walked towards where Kal stood dripping by the wall as if he were going to offer it to him, but then he stopped. "You're sober now, aren't you?" he asked in a husky voice.
Kal nodded, wide-eyed. "Yes." What now? He could feel the current between them, the sparking attraction, and Lex's expression left no doubt that he felt it, too, but how did humans agree to have sex? "Do you – are we - ?"
"We can," Lex answered with a slow, wicked smile. "If you'd like to experiment a little, I'm game."
Game. Kal suddenly understood why Lex didn't seem nervous – he was playing a game. No stakes, no consequences. Just a little friendly exploring. The idea was appealing and freeing, enough to make Kal step forward eagerly and nod. Lex shook his head slightly and bid him stay where he was with a small gesture, and then he slunk around Kal to stand behind him.
The first touch of fabric on his shoulders made Kal suck in a startled breath. The terrycloth was used and rather rough, and after the first shock, Kal realized that he delighted in the friction. Lex rubbed his shoulders dry in slow, firm motions, then dragged the towel down his back with both hands, stopping short of Kal's buttocks. Kal swallowed a pleased groan. Then Lex reached up again and with one hand used the towel to dry his neck, turned Kal around to face him and continued with his collarbones. Their eyes met, Kal heavy-lidded and panting ever so slightly, Lex smiling faintly, as if this was an entirely too enjoyable activity for him. He rubbed Kal's chest dry, avoiding his nipples carefully until Kal was utterly certain that he would die if he wasn't touched there right then and gave a ragged little gasp of need. Instantly Lex responded and brushed the terrycloth across his nipples. It was wet now, and softer, but still just rough enough, and Kal's knees nearly buckled while he bit his lower lip and tried his best not to keen like a needy dog. The touch stopped too soon. Lex looked serious now, and rather lazy as he dried Kal's sides and his arms.
So it was unexpected when he dropped to his knees and continued at Kal's feet, then his ankles and calves. Kal stared open-mouthed down at his bent bald head and graceful neck, and closed his eyes quickly when Lex lifted his face, suddenly no more than inches from Kal's more than half-hard cock.
Calmly drying Kal's thighs, Lex bent forward and captured the smooth head with his lips. He didn't use much pressure yet, just dragged the wet, silky inside of his lips over the tip and then let go, breathing, "Don't forget how strong you are," before suddenly taking Kal in deep and rubbing the towel against his balls.
He didn't forget how strong he was, but it was no use, he threw back his head, stared blindly at the wall and surged forward and into the hot soft clasp of Lex's mouth. It was all he could to not to grab Lex's shoulders and pull him closer. Then Kal caught himself, panting and making small, breathy noises and pulled back. His cock slipped from Lex's mouth with a soft smack, bobbing up and smearing saliva and something creamy across his upper lip. Semen, Kal thought hazily, remembering biology lessons and the night before, the rush and the heat as he spent himself, as Lex swallowed around him. He wanted - Rao, he needed something more than cool air on his wet skin, warmth, friction – a slap to his thigh brought him back from the brink. Lex looked up rather commandingly, steadied Kal with a firm grasp on his hip and licked his lip clean. Then he dropped the towel. He didn't return his attention to Kal's cock, though. Instead he held his gaze.
"Put your hands on the wall."
Kal trembled and wavered, but then finally managed it, his palms on the smooth red stone. He bent slightly forward over Lex's kneeling form, twitching with eagerness and anticipation. "Please – "
"Now spread your legs a little."
He did so. He couldn't not have. If Lex had told him to jump through the window into Mars's oxygen-free atmosphere, he probably would have. With a whoop of joy even.
Satisfied, Lex reached around Kal and cupped his left buttock, then squeezed it. His fingers dragged along the still damp cleft, blunt and firm, the fingertips rubbing over his asshole, once, twice, not pressing enough to get past the tight circle of muscle but leaving no doubt that they eventually would. Kal's world had narrowed down to just that – his heavy balls, his aching erection and the awareness that he was going to be breached.
He felt sweat break out anew, and the longer Lex stroked and rubbed him, the less he could keep from trembling and rocking into the touch. And then Lex dropped his hand lazily and sucked his fingers, two first, then three. Glistening wet he pulled them out again, massaging Kal's thigh with his other hand. "I'm going to fuck you," he decided. "You know what that means, right?"
Kal's answer was a strangled moan. He had… ideas. Couldn't have put them into words, though. Not right now. No words at all.
Lex illustrated it quite clearly by dragging his slick fingers roughly over Kal's anus. "I'm going to have you on your knees and take you. It won't hurt. Not you, I don't think I can hurt you. Do you like that idea?"
"Rao," Kal wailed and shivered all over.
"You'll like it," Lex assured him and then drowned out everything else by grasping the base of Kal's thick cock and giving it a none too gentle tug as he sucked it into his mouth. Lex was as no holds barred in this as he was subtle in his schemes. He worked him with his hand and lips and tongue and swallowed around the head, and before Kal knew it he had a finger up his ass, stroking him, then two. The contrast between strange penetration and the heavenly things Lex did with his mouth was maddening, but it was enough to keep Kal from coming instantly in a blind rush. He had enough time to take in his length sliding wetly in and out of Lex's mouth, the sudden stretch as a third finger entered him, the scrape of teeth that could not hurt him and the shock as Lex pulled away the hand jacking the base of his dick and took him in as far as he could – the way his throat constricted as he gagged, once, and then the feel of spurting, hot and sudden, down that throat as Lex swallowed convulsively around him. The first rush of his climax over, air cooling his wet flesh, Kal again became aware of the fingers pushing deeper and deeper into him and then suddenly, there was a jolt of pleasure and his cock, still hard, pulsed one more time and spattered a few more drops of come on Lex's red lips.
Lex chuckled and tipped his head backwards, nipping at the tip of Kal's cock again, and licked the slit as if hungry for more, and all the while rubbed his fingers over that perfect spot, again and again until Kal whined at the top of his voice and had tears in his eyes from too much pleasure. Around his fingers, cracks had appeared in the wall, and still Lex suckled and stroked him until finally he dragged another shuddering orgasm out of Kal.
This time, Kal sagged to the floor, panting and his eyes swimming with tears. Lex looked at him with a slow, sly grin from perfectly used looking lips. He licked off a few last drops of come and Kal threw back his head with an incredulous groan.
Although his voice was raw, Lex still sounded mostly calm. "Now I'm going to fuck you."
He got to his feet and walked over to the closet, taking off his shirt as he did so, baring a lean back and surprisingly toned shoulders. It gave Kal just enough time to decide that he was infinitely grateful for the way Lex went about this – confident, fast and matter-of-fact – or else he would have had time to panic for fear of embarrassment. As it was, Lex was back with a small tube before Kal could entirely gather his wits. Why his body hadn't collapsed yet was a miracle in itself. The work of too much sunlight, no doubt –
"Turn around," Lex told him, but didn't wait before he grasped Kal's hips and rolled him to his stomach in a quick tumble of long limbs. "Get on your knees, yeah, like this." On his elbows and knees, his head lolling, Kal closed his eyes and just breathed, quick and shallow.
One hand left his skin, followed by the sound of a belt being undone and the rustle of fabric. Kal numbly followed the sounds, his head empty but for thrumming excitement as it rested on his forearms. And then there was the soft pressure of something slick and larger than Lex's fingers against his ass.
And still Lex was in no hurry. He moved his hands from Kal's hips down his sides, rubbing the sweaty skin almost thoughtfully, as if assessing a new possession – the way he had touched the glider when they had bought it, satisfied with what he saw. Slowly, the head of his cock slid in past the tight ring of muscle, slick with something more than spittle, stretching him quite a bit more than his fingers had. Kal exhaled sharply, caught between languidly boneless and tense in expectation of what was to come. Lex's fingers softened a little on his ribcage, just holding him now. "I suppose I should be slow and gentle," Lex said, "but I don't think you want that."
No. No, Kal definitely didn't want it any slower than this. "No," he gasped in agreement, muffled against his arm.
And that was it. Lex's fingers dug into the hollows beside his hipbones and yanked him up against his erection, and suddenly there was the full hard length of Lex's cock inside him, still for just a second before Lex tugged at his hips again and at the same time pushed forward, finally making some noise of his own, a breathy grunt, then a high gasp of laughter. "God, you're tight – this doesn't hurt you… at all, does it?"
"No," Kal panted. "Please – "
"Like this?" Lex thrust in forcefully, and again, and again. "Yes?"
"Harder – "
Lex obliged. In answer, Kal howled and grabbed at the floor for purchase, his knees scraping a little over the stones every time Lex hitched him up against his cock, and nothing could hurt him, it was all just good, breathless, quick, dirty like the slap of wet skin on skin, the slide of a long, lubricated cock sliding in and out of him.
It was messy, and Kal's knees kept sliding apart until he was nearly sprawled on his stomach while Lex fucked him. Lex pulled out each time that happened, panting for breath a for a few seconds, then hauled Kal back to his knees and started pounding into him again, a dozen or so sharp hard thrusts before their rhythm faltered again and they stopped just before completion. The third time it happened, Lex sat back and urged Kal to turn onto his back. He had a little frown on his face, just a small frustrated crease between his brows, and flopping onto his back, Kal had to laugh at it. The frown deepened for a moment, almost petulant – Lex didn't seem to like being laughed at – then he joined in Kal's laughter, slung his arms under Kal's knees and bent his legs forward to plunge into him again. This angle made Kal feel deliciously tight again and it gave him opportunity to watch. He was fascinated by the sight: the way the muscles of Lex's abdomen bunched in obvious effort with each thrust, the occasional glimpse of a wet pink cock slipping into him, his own bobbing in the rhythm of their fucking, painting Kal's belly with slippery come.
Another laugh escaped him, breathless and shocked and exhilarated, and he gasped through it, "I love this, I –"
More sobbing gasps, and his eyes rolled back as the now familiar tightening of his balls brought another orgasm, long and drawn-out this time, shooting white strings of semen over his belly and chest, again and again, painful now, before he went entirely slack in Lex's grasp. He shuddered weakly around Lex's cock as Lex gritted his teeth and put all his strength behind his thrusts. Kal's knees nearly touched his chest, and Lex's hands found his hair, grabbing it. "Take it," Lex hissed, his eyes glazed with pleasure, "take it –"
Kal couldn't take it anymore, he was spent, every nerve in him raw and gone inter overdrive, and he begged in hitching sobs, "Please, Lex – please!"
Shaking, Lex pumped into him a few last times before he slumped forward and spilled his own warm seed inside Kal.
They lay on the floor then, Lex on top of him but seeming almost weightless to Kal, both of them drenched in sweat and other fluids. The bath had been entirely futile. After a few moments of drifting, Lex lifted his head and stared intently down at Kal's face. For a moment his eyes were soft blue and naked, hiding nothing, and there was something like fear in them, fear and disbelief. Then he framed it with both hands, his fingers twisting in Kal's wet curls and kissed him hard on the lips, a kiss that took away all thought and left only feeling.
