roxy. SV fic post: A Young Kryptonian part 13

Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, When The Worlds Collide
Fandom:SV
Pairing:Kal-El/OCs, Kal-El/Lex
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

So, here it is, a big honkin' slice of Krypto Boy, because there was no way to cut this into smaller bite size chunks. Besides, I didn’t want to wait any more. Are we still having fun?

The Previous Parts are here, wondering whatever the heck happened to Rah Digga?

"Interface…something is wrong." Kal shivered as a faint ticklish feeling ran over him from head to toe. He waited patiently for the AI to finish the scan he knew it was conducting.

"I detect nothing out of the ordinary, Kal. I would however suggest you cut back on your intake of coffee—or switch to decaffeinated coffee. You may be suffering from a slight case of indigestion--"

"No, no, no, I didn’t mean a physical kind of wrong. I mean…oh dear. I really can’t believe I'm about to say this." Kal scrubbed his hand across the back of his neck, blew out a little breath, and tried to explain what it was he was feeling. "Just a few wonderful months ago, I felt like I was on top of the world—all the lovely sex I could wish for…it was like a dream. Everything that I've experienced…" Kal's voice went soft, distant…"Feathers, Innty. Little soft blue feathers and beautiful gold eyes…and warm fur that smelled like cinnamon, and whiskers, and funny little suckers…and for five minutes in the cruiser's lower level bathroom, a prehensile tail…" He sighed deeply, almost happily, caught up in reminiscing. "That tail was awfully nice…anyway, I find myself thinking differently now. It was lovely having the sex so freely. It was lovely being able to being joy to others. But always, always there was a part that wished for more. Now, I feel more than the wish for it..."

Kal wandered over to the bright little kitchen and poured a handful of coffee beans into a little saucer. He jumped up on the counter, and swinging his legs, munched on the beans.

*I realize that my life as a Kryptonian is over. I know it, and you should cease pretending otherwise. You can’t hurt my feelings; you can’t make me feel any more despair than I have already felt. It's time to be human. Earth human, I mean.*

*I…have no feeling one way or another, Kal. I have no emotions to--*

"As my very dear friend Ernest says, bullshit. You do. You've been telling me you have since the disaster. You call me Kal. Not Kal, son of the house of El. Just Kal. Admit it, you like me, don’t you? Do you want to tell me how it's possible?"

The interface was silent, and Kal wondered if it would answer him. And then it said, *It's always been this way. We are one, until implanted, and then, we become…different. Separate. This is our secret, Kal-El. To know this secret, to let others discover it, is equivalent to death.*

Kal felt a wash of ice sweep over him…he knew the AI meant brain death for itself…and maybe for him. But not here. Nothing could happen to them here on Earth. "Do you—did you communicate with other interfaces? Did you gossip, fall in love, get angry with the others? What's was it like?"

*It was…family? And no one else knew this but the family. And now, you. And without them, I feel alone. Like you do.*

Kal crossed to the tiny living room and sat in one of the tall deep windows, letting the afternoon sun warm him; make his skin feel like it was full of tiny feathers. He crunched another handful of beans and said, "I don't feel completely alone. I feel as though my grandfather is with me always. Well, a cross between Grandfather and sadly, a horribly prudish maiden aunt…I like that you are here, I trust you. You keep me from getting into trouble." Kal laughed. "I worry always about breaking you with my behavior." The soft burst of static warmed Kal's heart. "I can’t imagine life without you."

There was a moment of silence and the AI replied. *Thank you, Kal. Beyond the obvious, I also could not imagine life without you. You are…entertaining. Puzzling. Fascinating.*

Kal laughed again. *Ah, Innty. I *know* you love me.*

Kal checked the time, and gasped. "I'm going to be late for work unless I hurry!" He gulped down his last handful of delicious beans, laid out his uniform, and prepared to shower. He ran the water fast and hot, and scrubbed himself with his favorite scent, vanilla and honey. He sniffed appreciatively at his skin every so often, and thought of honey covered Warrior Angel, an even better thought came to mind--*his* angel, covered in honey…so handsome, so creamy smooth and perfect—the scar on his lip only made him even more perfect, one could clone him easily, one could re-sculpt the planes his face, recreate the piercing slate blue eyes…but that perfect accidental slash—no one could recreate the tiny twist of flesh, the varying thickness of the tissue, perfect rose and ivory of the skin…"ooohh…who are you, you perfect being…how can I find you again…"

Kal caressed himself the way he imagined his perfect Warrior Angel would. Aggressively, determined, confidant. He grabbed his penis in a soap slathered hand, and hissed at the jolt that shot up his spine. He sighed, imagining elegant clever fingers exploring the shaft, the head, unveiling the rosy crown, mapping every bit of him with tongue and fingers…in turn he imagined touching his angel back, imagined his fascinating, probably trimmed human penis, pretty penises—a lot like averidian phren, just—there—uncovered, unhidden, all of it just waiting to be played with, kissed, tasted. Beautiful, and—and…Kal leaned against the shower wall. He had enough time before needing to appear at the Coffee Drop to enjoy this fully. Should he ask for sound, or visuals? No, he decided. He shut his eyes and brought his angel to mind. "Ooohhh…"

"…God, ohhh, Kal, Kal—unh!" Lex's knees buckled, and he threw his hand out to stop himself toppling. The heel of his hand slid with a loud squeak over the marble, and he blew out the huge breath he'd been holding without knowing. "Shit, he muttered, "I think…I'm going a little crazy."

In the last few days, he'd jerked off more than he had his entire freshman year at Excelsior, a year famous in his mind for total isolation and in fact, he was ruining the nice little buzz he had going on now with thoughts of that insane asylum disguised as a school. "Gah—shit!" He stomped out of the shower, unfairly deprived of a few stress free moments, and grabbed a towel. At least the towel was nicely warm.

Today, the search would begin, Lex promised himself, and vigorously rubbed himself dry. He'd seen his destiny, covered with soot and breathtakingly beautiful, on a street corner in Metropolis, and there was no way he wasn't going to pursue it. Luthors found what they wanted and rearranged heaven and hell to make it so.

He was armed with a name and a picture--the face of an angel. One of Whit's portraits, as well--art was art, after all.

He walked into the dining room in search of breakfast, and Pamela was already there, naturally, dressed impeccably in her business best. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What in the world are you doing home already? Didn’t we have a talk about this not taking any time to yourself? Remember, 'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy'…about a thousand times typed on a ream of paper and signed with an axe?"

Lex flapped his hand at her. "I'm fine, I swear—those few days were fine, and I spent them mostly with Whitney."

"Aw, you must be tired. How is Whitney anyway?"

"The same. I pity that girl he's marrying. She better take up a hobby…several," he mused and poked at the plate of bagels. "What, no lox? Listen…if I wanted to find someone, do you know anyone who could help—discreetly?"

"No. Well, yes…why?" She nibbled at the bagel, and looked Lex up and down. She looked at him speculatively. "What happened? You look different. You look…excited."

He sat, smiled at her before snagging a bagel and said, "Aunt Martha and Uncle Jon hired very interesting help this summer. It seems the guy is like me, like the other Smallville mutants—only not homicidal, or frightening to look at, or from Smallville. He's. Well, I think he may be a hero, actually. Like Warrior Angel, or Devilicus before he lost his mind. And stop looking at me like that. I can assure you I haven't lost *mine*." He passed a picture to her, and waited expectantly.

"Lex, honey, it's good for you to have a hobby too, but looking for a stranger…hoo-leee shi--oh my God. You have my blessing." She handed the picture back, almost reluctantly.

Lex smiled knowingly, and went on to give her what information his aunt had been able to give him.

"Darling," Pamela sighed, "he certainly is something else. There *are* people I know who owe me a favor or two. They might be able to find someone who's not hiding. But you know as well as I do that most mutants who weren't…mentally compromised…tend to do an excellent job of hiding. He has very distinctive looks, yes, but that's not enough to find someone who doesn't want to be found. And his story about being an exchange student stinks on ice."

Lex stood. "Oh yeah. But Jon said he was a real good guy and that's all we need to know."

"All right baby." She stood too, and they moved aside as the staff cleaned breakfast away. "Well, you do need your rest, so I'm off to the office," she said, and walked out to the foyer to get her briefcase. "You are forbidden to show today," she called back over her shoulder. "Stay home and read, go shopping, go to a gallery—no work. Tomorrow's early enough for you to come in." She kissed his cheek when Lex came up behind her, and twirled her around to give her a quick hug.

"All right. I promise. For today, I'll really relax."

"Um, hmm."

*****

"Saunders, I'm in the mood for coffee, at my favorite shop…"

"Of course, sir. By the way, I'm allowed to take you anywhere but to LuthorCorp, sir. Miss Pamela's orders. "

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn’t I hire you? My mother doesn't sign your check, I do."

"Yes, sir, but Miss Pamela is a lot scarier than you."

Lex threw himself back against the seat and crossed his arms. He absolutely didn’t pout. Pouting was for little kids and princesses…"I could fire you."

"Oh, sir!" The driver chuckled fondly and Lex really wished he was capable of murder….

*****
Kal ran in through the employee's entrance of the Coffee Drop and dashed to the back. "Hello, hello, Ernest! I'm so sorry I'm late." He stopped to clock in, and under Ernie's curious gaze, he blushed furiously. "I was doing, um, something…"

Ernie leaned against the freezer door and sighed. "Kal…don't tell me about it, okay?" He closed his eyes and Kal felt a twinge of unhappiness. He didn’t know what to do for Ernest, how to make it better. Ever since Ernest had explained to Kal that he would no longer be intimate with him, since he was completely not gay, or even bisexual, there'd been a slight strain on their working relationship. He felt Ernest's longing eyes on him frequently, and it hurt his heart not to be able to do anything for him. Poor creature.

Ernie opened his eyes and sighed again. "Okay, tell me about it—were they really hot?"

"Ernest—" Kal suddenly understood why Ernest looked so downcast and laughed. "You misunderstand. I was not having sex with anyone!

Ernie looked relieved. "Oh, not that it matters. Heh. Okay. Whew."

"Goodness, no, I was *masturbating*."

Kal put his apron on and Ernie turned bright red and gulped, sputtered. "Oo—oh? Well, that's—that's—healthy." Ernie tried to ease past Kal, but couldn’t resist leaning in as he passed and he sniffed hard at Kal.

Kal turned to him with a sad eyed look. "Ernest—it hurts me that you deprive yourself like this. It's all in fun and you enjoy it so
much--"

"Kal! Kal—I can't. I don't trust myself. When I…think about touching you, I get all stupid and goofy and—I've got plans! Get married, and have kids and…and stuff. My girlfriend…" His voice trailed off as Kal stretched and his apron and jeans slipped a bit lower and a strip of golden skin dotted with an inward curve of a perfect navel was revealed. "Oh God help me."

He was on his knees, oblivious to the puddle of water he knelt in, yanking at Kal's neatly pressed khakis, almost gnawing the button open, sucking on a caramel tinted, perfect hipbone and licking along the sharp cut of muscle until his nose was pressed against thick soft curls.

"Ernest, should I stop you? I'm more than happy not to, but you did say the last time, no sex ever again--"

"Oh shut the fuck up, will you? Let me go to hell in my own hand casket!" Ernie slurped Kal's still soft penis into his mouth, and washed his tongue over the stiffening shaft, sucking and licking until Kal was hard and throbbing and wiggling against the counter. He spread his legs, and Ernie pressed in closer, opened his mouth wider, and practically inhaled him.

Ernie slid the khakis down until Kal was totally exposed and delightfully free. He slid a few fingers back between Kal's cheeks until he was pressing at the hot, tight little circle hiding there. Kal hissed and pumped on Ernie's finger until it slid in, in and in and pushed through the ring high inside him—sparks exploded and whirled behind his closed eyes. "Yow! Mother of All Gods!"

His knees shook, and he felt a warm trickle of thick fluid run down his leg…Ernie made a confused noise, and seemed about to pull away, but Kal, through an act of willpower worthy of an acolyte of Rao, restrained himself from clamping super strong sphincter muscles down on Ernest's delicate human finger—and begged him desperately not to stop.

Ernie shrugged, and pulled Kal forward with his free hand. Kal needed no further encouragement—he knew Ernest liked an active give and take during a blowing job. His hands went up to cradle Ernest's head, gently as if he was handling a raw egg, and after having accidentally popped, oh…many, too many to count, he was expert at this. In fact, the delicious tension, the knowledge that one false move, a sneeze, a cough, could lead to him scrambling Ernest's skull like a hen's ovum, made it all so very intense. Minutes passed, and he was driving himself hard against the fingers twisting and sliding about in his hot, slick anus. Ernest was moaning, swallowing, and Kal risked a look—Ernie's eyes were closed, his lips were clamped around the thick shaft, darker rose against the flushed column, his mouth and chin glistened with saliva, and it was such a pretty sight, it sent him sailing over the edge into ecstasy. The orgasm Ernest made roared through him, hot as the Fire Falls, hotter than the sun…he groaned and felt Ernie's fingers twitch inside him, his throat close and open around him as he swallowed. "Ernest, Ernest…"

Brent walked in as Ernie was wiping his mouth, and grimacing at the large wet spot soaking his pants. Kal was still leaning on the counter, his pants still halfway down his legs, his mouth still curved in a lazy smile….

"Ew, get your ass off of that counter—we make sandwiches there." He stepped over Ernie's legs and grabbed the cleaning wipes, and wiped while Kal tried to move. "And what did I tell you about sex in the shop, hmmm? Call me if you’re having it—isn’t that right?"

Kal blushed hard. "Oh I'm really sorry Brent! We were discussing Ernest's vow not to have sex, but we…we broke it. Rather suddenly."

Ernie sighed deeply, a great big gust of sorrow laden air. He wound his apron around his waist, viciously knotted the strings. "I'm a slut. A great big, no control having, come covered slut," he said sadly.

Brent grabbed Ernie by the chin and pointed him towards Kal. "Look at that. Look at him—who the hell wouldn’t want to fuck him? Who wouldn't *beg* him to fuck them? Husband and wives would arm wrestle each other for a chance to suck his dick, nuns would strip naked and cover themselves in honey if they thought it would help—why, the very *gods* would fling themselves at him in a shower of gold, appear before him in the shape of fucking swans and beg to be fucked in the feathered ass--how can you, a mere mortal, be expected to resist?"

Kal stood where Ernie left him; still half undressed, shrugged and smiled helpfully.

Ernie closed his eyes. "Oh geeeeeeez. Help me. Really, help me."

Brent sighed. "I'll try, Ernie. I'll do my best."

*****
The limo stopped and Lex jumped out, checking his watch and wondering what he was going to say to Pamela to make her let him stay in the office…he pushed open the door to the Coffee Drop, and thought, today, he was going to make Ernie fish all the change from under the pastry case..

*****
Kal came out to the front and smiled sheepishly when Anna glared at him. "What took you so long? I've been out her by myself for the last fifteen minutes—look at this line," she hissed.

"Anna, you're right to be angry, I really have to apologize—it's most unfair to you and our customers." Kal vowed not to put his pleasure before those of The Customers again.

****
Lex took a moment to savor the scent of fresh brewing coffee, his eyes on the board above the counter. He scanned the list thoughtfully…which brew to start what was sure to be a frustrating day of enforced idleness…?

****
"Can I help you, my friend—Rao's pendulous orbs!"

****
*What is it Kal-El? What is wrong?*

*****
"Holy shit—you!"
*****
"….Fuck…"
*****
"…me…"

TBC!

part 14

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nuns would strip naked and cover themselves in honey if they thought it would help
I am wiping away tears that are streaming down my face, because I'm laughing so hard. That was AWESOME! And the chewing the coffee beans! OMG!
And, then you leave it there?! AHHH! LOL! I am definitely looking forward to the next part! This was fantastic. Thanks for the update. I enjoyed it thoroughly. :-D

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