sv fic post: A Young Kryptonian part 15

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Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, Our Hero Goes Forth
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Kal-El/Lex
Rating: PG
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

The Previous Parts are here, trying on their Halloween costumes, how swee—yo! Cowboys wear pants with their chaps! …



They sat across from each other in the limo, each studying the other, each in his own silent world of appraisal, wonder….

Lex was bathed in Kal's extremely focused gaze, emerald eyes wandering from face to torso to crotch and back. Lex began to fidget—froze. He was not by any means a man given to fidgeting. Fidgeting is what others did in his presence.

Kal. Kal made him fidget…"Nice weather."

"Oh yes, very. Nice."

"Could rain."

"There is that possibility."

Kal continued to stare. Lex smoothed his tie, rubbed the little scar on his lip. "…so…Italy."

Kal brightened. "Oh yes." He nodded emphatically. "Italy."

Lex relaxed. He was once again on familiar ground. If there was anything he knew how to deal with, it was a liar. "Italy. So…how's the weather back home?"

Kal looked momentarily stunned—his eyes unfocused briefly, and then he said, "Ah. Yes, home—at the moment, the temperature is sixty-six degrees Fahrenheit, with seventy-three per cent humidity. The rainfall average for this month is three point one, there's a slight wind…um…" Kal smiled helplessly. "The chief exports are precision machinery, motor vehicles…and ah…electric goods…" Kal trailed off uncertainly and blinked rapidly. He blushed faintly, and his smile grew wider.

Dismissing the possibility that Kal's insanity could lead to violence, Lex smiled back. God, the boy was a pathetically lousy liar…still, he had hidden depths, had to have--Lex was beginning to see that this coincidence of running into Kal King at the Coffee Drop probably wasn't. It was all in all a too remarkably convenient set of circumstances. Kal, foreign exchange student from some unspecified place in 'Italy', just happened to meet Uncle Jon and Aunt Martha, just happened to be on that street corner, just happened to work at his favorite café?

Lex continued to smile at Kal. Mutant? Maybe. Gold-digger? Oh, most definitely.
So. When life handed you a gigantic smoking hot devious lemon, the thing to do was make lemonade, and make it over and over until it's eyeballs melted…yes, he would make the best of a crappy situation.

'Kal King my ass.'

*****

Lex invited Kal in to the apartment, let him explore the rooms. Watched as Kal touched different items, handled them with so much interest, with wonder. It almost hurt to think that this person was acting, pretending to be the naïve young man staring at the tank separating the living spaces, staring in seeming awe at the fish darting back and forth as though he'd never seen a thing like it before. Brilliant bastard, he thought. I'd fall for it completely if I was the love-struck idiot this SOB thinks I am. Lex tried, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Kal or whatever his real name was—his phone rang, and it was his mother.

"Lex, honey, I—where are you right now?" she asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry. I'm safely at home. And thank you for suborning my staff to revolt. My driver refused to take me to the Towers and the staff here are eyeballing me like rabid wolves every time I even look at the doors. I doubt I've ever been so relaxed against my will."

Pamela laughed, a deep warm chuckle that as much as it annoyed him, also made him smile.

"Well, dear, about that mysterious stranger—I asked my good friend to look into it and well…it wasn't so much searching for info as being nearly buried under mountains of it. It's all there--Kal Lorvan King, from birth to immigration…I don't think I've ever seen anyone so well documented and so…boring…before."

Lex watched sweet Kal talking to the fishes, trailing a long strong finger along the glass, trying to entice the fish to follow…"Is the information faked?"

"If it is, it's the best we've ever seen. Ignoring the non-Italian surname, it's all perfect. My gut feeling? Maybe."

"Mom, that doesn't give me much to go on."

"I know, honey, and I'm sorry. Handle it the way you feel best. I trust you."

Kal left off bothering the fish and turned to him, and the smile he gave him made his brains melt, and he stammered a response, some response, he really had no idea what came out of his mouth. Pamela laughed.

"He's there now isn't he? I'll call you back later."

Lex said goodbye to a dial-tone.

"Lex Luthor, this is so amazing! I had no idea that the fishes could be so fascinating, so quick and agile. Are they for food or for decorative purposes—or both?"

"What?"

"Um. Never mind. Can I see your room of sleeping? Bedroom?"

"….yes? I mean, now?" Lex coughed and felt his cheeks warm. "I—certainly." Because only an insane person would say no.

*****

Kal followed Lex to a room that was magnificent, bright with sunlight, and huge, much, much bigger than his room at home, and the bed…Kal sighed. The bed was enormous, and heaped with linens that he knew would feel wonderfully sinful against his skin. In a bed like that, he could stretch out arms and legs and wiggle back and forth and not touch the sides or have bits of him hang off the edge—wonderful! He and Lex could lie together and not touch—though, he chuckled, that'd be completely pointless.

*Kal…have you thought this through? Consider the ramifications, the problems of living daily with a human. Particularly one so keen.*

*But Innty—it's him! It's Warrior Angel, in the flesh. He's so…so magnificent. So sleek, and tall, and confident. And he smells so good. He smells…like home. He smells like the Mom's gardens, like a flower of the Scarlet Jungle, like honey and milk and oh, he smells even better than the coffee…*

*Kal, this human is not like the others. I suspect that he's been infected with the odd properties the Kryptonian fragments have somehow developed. Perhaps that is why you are so strongly drawn to him…yes, hard as it may be to believe, I sense a difference in your desire towards this being.*

*You're beginning to make me feel like a being of loose morals.*

There was a long moment of silence, and an equally long moment of soft static buzzing. Kal snickered too. *I thought that would make you laugh* he snorted.

His brief burst of shared amusement died as he became aware of Lex's intensely interested gaze. He seemed torn—his expression reminded Kal quite a bit of Jor-El's when presented with a mystery—the urge to discover was written all over his face and not the good erotic sort of discovery. It was a good bit closer to the kind of discovery one employed on small expired amphibians.

It could be, that the AI had a point about clever humans. Perhaps now was the time to distract Lex. Kal began to unbutton his shirt, and Lex's gaze became a gape.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking my clothes off, hoping that you'll follow suit and we can have the amazing sex. Unless…you'd rather do something else?"

He was fairly certain that Lex Luthor felt it was a good idea. Kal carefully employed his Vision, the non-heat bearing kind. He saw that Lex was rather interested, that he was uncircumcised, completely hairless—and that brought a tiny sting of disappointment. No fur. Hair, goodness, not fur. Earthers—humans—had hair. Well, he'd over look that—he liked body adornment, but he was sure he could look past it. Well past it. Lex Luthor had the most amazingly beautiful phren. Penis. Ah! What was happening to him? Why were his thoughts so disordered? He took a deep breath to steady the wild beating of his heart, and the scent of Lex flooded all of his senses….he felt weak and unsteady, and to his horror, his eyes filled with tears. "Home…" he sighed, and dropped down on the edge of the bed.

Rao's teeth, he was disgusting! What was wrong with him? Why had he suddenly become a huge wet puddle of self pity and homesickness and look, Lex Luthor was repulsed by him and why couldn't he just be dead right now?

*Steady, Kal-El. Steady. I'm monitoring you now. Perhaps it's a touch of some virus or it may be simply a need for sustenance…*

*No, I think it's heartbreak. It's homesickness*

******

Lex was appalled. What in the hell just happened? One moment, he was about to be seduced by the most insanely good looking man he'd ever had in his bedroom—in fact, the only person who'd been in his bedroom that wasn't being paid to clean it or have sex with him in it—and in the next he was with a big, teary eyed…*kid*! Hardly the incredibly talented seducer, the gold digger that he was certain had plans to sink his claws into him and suck him dry—so to speak. This was just a sad kid trying to—to what?

…confuse him.

Ah. Very good. Go with the sympathy, the pity fuck—get the hook in. Very well done. It looked very, very real. He peered closer. They looked like real tears.

"Kal," he sat next to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder, a hand that migrated against his will to Kal's belly, right above the waist of his pants. "What's wrong? Are you…missing Italy? All your dear friends and family?" His sarcasm went unnoticed, Kal gulped and sniffed and rubbed at his damp cheeks.

"Yes…I wish I could go home—but—I don't want to leave here either…" Kal looked upset, genuinely upset and torn.

Lex felt a surprising jolt of pure anger, and that was counterproductive. One had to be totally in control emotionally with this species of parasites—he'd certainly spent enough time with Kal's sort back in his late teens, until Pamela had finally kicked his ass back in gear. He'd learned how to handle the type, at least. No matter if it was some conniving harpy on the dance floor, or an elaborate operation the caliber of the one Kal King had set up, he'd learned how to deal with them, oh yes he had...Lex felt a little moment of doubt. Was it possible that Kal could play the id—innocent *that* well? And should he sleep with him sleep with him anyway, knowing what he was? Lex growled silently. Of course, he should—he'd just be doing to this guy what he was planning to do to him. And he planned to do it a lot better than Whit had. Than anyone. Ever. The whole city of Metropolis, if it came to that.

Why was he jealous? He wasn't jealous. He was not jealous… "Leave here, Kal?" Lex asked, and wrestled himself for control.

"I feel as though I've finally found what I've been looking for, for so long—I *know* I've found it." He leaned closer, and Lex felt a shiver run up his spine and incredibly soft lips barely touched his neck. A tiny puff of air warmed the skin those lips grazed. Lex felt a little glow deep inside.

"Lex. This—is—I felt comfortable in the home of your Aunt, but here, I feel almost as if I am home. I think that is what brings the sadness…home. Hoping I have found one again."

Lex hated the glow of warmth that lit his belly, his face…the absurd feeling of happiness Kal's words brought him. The touch of those long strong fingers on his skin made him sigh just a little before reigning in his libido. 'Remember, all he wants is your—oh my god…softest, softest lips in the world,' Lex closed his eyes and tried to memorize the feel of so hot, so soft lips skimming his cheek.

'This is purely ridiculous,' he scolded himself. He was acting like—like--a thirteen year old, he thought sadly, the age he was the first time he'd felt something like this…and the last time. He hadn’t thought of it in years and now, it was—a horrible, horrible thought.

Kal was pulling away, and Lex fought not to drag him back. He felt a whisper of pride that he held back from grabbing Kal by his hair and jamming his mouth back against his really very sensitive neck. Oddly enough, until this moment, he'd never known that his neck had a direct connection to his dick…

"Lex, are you all right? You make sounds that are not of pleasure." Kal looked confused as Lex felt. Not pleasure?

"If I'm hurting you please tell me--"

Lex was instantly deeply ashamed. He hadn't known that he telegraphed his loneliness so loudly. "Kal, I'm sorry." Lex was horrified, listening to himself blabber the truth spilled out. "It's been so long since I've been touched this way."

Instantly Kal's face cleared up, and Lex blinked. The sun shone again. "Oh, Lex, I understand. It's not the same, sex and love, is it? I'm so happy for the both of us—we'll never have to suffer that again. I love you, and you love me."

Lex was shocked into complete and utter silence, and then—giggled. Insanity was catching—or maybe this was Kal's mutant gift. Conferring a…a refreshing kind of looniness on his victims.

Love.

Love?

Well. Kal King was certainly not from Italy, that was plain. No, no—he was from Mars. And crazy. But gently crazy. Nice crazy…was it wrong that he still wanted desperately to sleep with him, sleep being a euphemism for really obnoxiously loud sweaty sex and and.

Oh shit.

Kal was in love with him—no worse—he was in love with Kal. How was it even possible? And was there any chance Pamela would just applaud his good taste?

This was going to be one interesting conversation when she came in for breakfast in the morning.

Kal smiled at him, lifted his hand, and pressed a lingering kiss into the center of his palm and Lex poured over the bed, dripped to the floor and mingled with the threads of the carpet. 'All right,' he told The Great Unknown, 'I get it. He's not a gold-digger. And thanks—I'll consider this to be a fair trade for all my body hair.'

It would have just made him look like a certain fast food chain's trademark, anyway.



To be continued…

part 16

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