roxy | SV fic post: A Young Kryptonian part 21

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

The Previous Parts are here, making a list for Santa. This year, they promise not to make him cry. Too much.

The Tunnel

Kal lay on his back in the middle of an alpine meadow high in the mountains of a distant country. The air smelled like the ice fields in the months of Rao's Sleep…crisp and clean, but the sun beating down on them warmed him, made him melt. That, and the heat of Lex's slow thrusts into him. Slow, measured, and determined to give the utmost pleasure, coupled with his hand slick with Kal's own lubrication and wrapped tight around his penis reduced Kal to a mindless puddle of pure need. Kal raised his hips to meet Lex's push inside him, to drive his penis into the slippery tunnel of Lex's fist. He sighed and closed his eyes to better concentrate on the feeling.

Under him, the grass caressed his skin like hundreds and hundreds of tiny fingertips. He luxuriated in the feel of each individual blade massaging him, and Lex's hot heavy penis pressing through the ring inside him, slow thrust by slow thrust. He could feel it building, a tickling, tingling, throbbing under his skin, the growing heat that made his cheeks flush red, made his lips feel hot and swollen…he opened his eyes to the sky above, so blue…so blue and white….

Lex growled through clenched teeth, his dick was impossibly far down Kal's throat, so far…Kal swallowed and Lex howled, his heels dug trenches into the fine white sand of the beach. His fingers were knuckle deep in the sand and cool, the rest of him burned from Kal's touch, from the sun, from wanting, needing to come so bad….

Lex threw his head back and yelled, spurt thick pearly ropes of come across Kal's heaving chest. "Oh God…god…" With avid, greedy eyes, Kal watched him unravel; shake apart into a million pieces. He caught his full red lip in his teeth and he trembled every time Lex's come dropped, thick and hot, onto his skin.
Lex groaned, drinking in the sight of Kal slowly, deliberately licking come wet fingers with a smile….

The week passed in a distinct honeymoon air. There was a sense in both of them that it was a celebration, that the whole world was celebrating their joining. Kal lay under one of the huge old oaks that lined the borders of the Kent land, with Lex's head in his lap. He stroked over and over the smooth ivory tinted, delicate skull under his hand. He felt unbelievably gifted, that this man should trust so completely in him, knowing how fragile his bones, his life was, to a being like Kal. It made his eyes fill, this amazing love…

Lex lay comfortably in the nest of Kal's legs, eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. "Stop it, you big girl," he muttered.

"How did you know?" Kal asked and quickly swiped at the moisture on his cheeks.

"Mostly because you're a big girl," Lex smirked. He stretched out and a little creak of satisfaction snuck out of him, and Kal smiled again. His smile turned a trifle evil and he reached for a tall blade of grass next to him, broke it off so that he held a long stem.

"Don't even think," Lex said and he dropped it with a pout.

"I really think you can read my mind, *husband*," and Lex opened one eye at the unfamiliar word.

"Why can't the AI teach me to speak Kryptonian? It was in my mind before."

"I don’t know, My Lex. Maybe there was something in the first contact, some circumstance that made it possible?"

"Hmm." Lex shifted delightfully against Kal's lap, picked up the stem Kal had broke off and tucked it between his teeth. Kal inhaled sharply. There was something terribly erotic about the thin green blade clenched in Lex's sharp white teeth…he wondered if he could get him to do the same with his poor neglected nipples…."I only remember that we were having some very, very good sex at the time."

Kal refocused on what was important—a different important thing—"True, but we have had it many times since, and delightful as each time has been, that connection has never happened again."

"Oh well. I'll just have to learn the language the old fashioned way." He turned his head and bit Kal's thigh. "In bed."

Kal smiled and stroked again." You will learn, beloved. There is nothing in this world you cannot do."

*****

The afternoon turned slowly to early evening, and they decided to return to the farmhouse. Kal thought it would be fun to race the Maserati, and Lex gave in to what he called Kal's wheedling—what Kal referred to as gentle persuasion.

Lex gunned the engine, and with a wild bright grin, Kal took off, not running at his top speed, Lex could clearly see him….they raced through the countryside, Kal laughing as Lex raced faster and faster to keep close. He put on a burst of speed and zipped far ahead of Lex, the countryside around him turning into a blur of green and blue. He threw his arms wide as he ran and felt the world vibrate around him. He felt free and happy and couldn't wait to hold Lex again.

He came to a stop on a little bridge spanning a low, gently murmuring river. He grinned wide, waved wildly as Lex came into view. He leaned against the railing, turned to look into the murky green water. He felt a moment of disorientation, a shiver deep inside each cell and he knew something awful was about to happen—he whipped around, every particle of his being trained on Lex

*KAL*

"Unh—what's happening, what's—" Kal felt his entire being seize, it felt as though something was roiling over his skin, smashing into him, reaching into his core and he couldn’t move—"Transbeam—" he gasped, and the air around him shimmered. He managed to catch a glimpse of Lex looking horrified and then…nothing. Darkness. A void.

****

The AI instantly identified the sensation as a transporter beam—somewhere in the sky above them was a vessel of the Dominion—some how, some way, they'd been found. It searched quickly through every bit of information about the Dominion that it had, all the knowledge it possessed. It discarded irrelevant information, honed it, molded it and when the Lex came closer, when there came a peak of emotion running high between his charge and the husband of his charge…the AI drove everything it could into Lex's brain, he ripped open Lex's mind, and choked it full—prayed to a hopefully attentive Rao that the Lex was as strong as a being as he seemed…and then….

*****

Lex flew up to the bridge, laughing and paying not one bit of attention to his speedometer. Hell, he was Lex goddamn Luthor—he could survive a traffic ticket—or three. Ahead of him on the bridge a blur became Kal. Kal whipped towards him and Lex nearly swerved--blinded by Kal's smile, his joy. Kal waved crazily, making Lex laugh even more and then…the Universe stepped in, looked about, raised an eyebrow and decided this had gone on long enough and put a stop to it.

Lex watched as Kal's smile dropped away, his eyes widened and his mouth…he looked horrified, frozen. He was surrounded by fireflies, millions of fireflies—Lex shook his head hard—Kal was in a cloud of shimmering particles, and a high pitched whine split the air, and he thought wildly, 'Kal's being stolen by the Enterprise?' before his paralysis broke and he tried to open the car door. Behind the translucent wall around him, Lex could tell Kal was screaming, and so was he--he was stuck in the car and Kal needed him. The door unlatched but before his foot touched the ground, Kal was leaving him, translucent and getting thinner before his eyes.

His foot touched the road, and pain ripped through him like lightning, through his brain…

*I'm sorry, the Lex, I'm sorry, but when you wake up you'll understand. This is all I have, the rest is waiting for you in a cave on the ridge behind the plant. You'll understand when you wake. Use it, use all of this—and then, to Lex's great relief, there was nothing. Darkness. A void.

*****

The earth was discovered—rediscovered—and added to the List. It would become part of the New Dominion. The fact it sat at the mouth of a Time Well made it even more attractive, and an added bonus was it's fertility. With a little winnowing, it would be a perfect place for the Masters to relax, to enjoy. It would make a perfect new world for the Kryptonian refugees. A place to call their own again. That it also held an attractive and capable workforce made it even more desirable. Whur smiled at the little Kyrptonian, huddled in the cargo bay. When it woke, he expected it would be overcome by gratitude. "We saved you, little hairless one. And we're not even going to charge you for that. Whuu! Call me a sentimental fool…"

*****

Kal stood on the landing platform at New Kryptonopolis Elevator. Alone, more alone than he'd ever been. The silence in his mind ate at him. The AI was just that now, only an interface between himself and the now constantly updating information of the Dominion. Kal swallowed hard and blinked away moisture. He was surprised at how much he'd come to love the prudish personality…he ground his palms against his eyes. Maybe…maybe he'd imagined it all…maybe there never was an Innty, he'd just been asleep and gone quietly insane in his dreams.

In fact, he was feeling a bit out of touch with his sanity at the moment. It was almost too much after all his time on Earth, living quietly and simply in what was in comparison, the hamlet of Metropolis. The sights and scents of Daxam, even with his reduced awareness, threatened to overwhelm him and then, coming out of the multi-hued crowd, he saw them…his parents. Older than the last he'd seen of them, but not the seventy-five years they'd calculated it to be, Innty and he, when they'd thought themselves marooned on Earth. It seemed just a blink of the eye and there in front of him—the beloved faces of his parents. There were lines that hadn't been there before and streaks of gray in their hair, but their step was quick and their voices, their voices….behind them came old Frank, who just looked more dour than ever, and…and. Kal burst into tears. They were alive. They were alive.

Jor and Lara threw themselves on their son, wrapped him up in their arms and held him. They cried together, tears of joy, they touched his face and his chest and his arms, held his hands, kissed his eyelids and cheeks and hair over and over. They couldn't let go, almost unable to believe that their Birdie was back with them again, whole and safe, and never once questioned that he looked exactly like the child in their mind's eye, their beautiful boy.

Frank watched with a twist to his mouth that could have been a frown but might have been a smile. Tears floated briefly in his eyes. He allowed himself a moment or two of maudlin sentimentality before drawing himself upright. Any minute he'd have to lug the nit's baggage across town to the hovel they all currently occupied, and he was sure that he'd have to sweep up even more cat hair from the bedroom and the sheets…he looked around for the small mountain he expected. He only saw a miniscule kit bag at Kal's feet…"Young Master, where is your luggage, if I might ask?"

Kal looked at Frank like he'd been stabbed through and through. "I have nothing left," he said. Nothing at all." He looked around him, a hopeless expression on his pale face and then, burst into tears again….

Kal-El and his family were escorted through the streets of New Kryptonopolis by the Emperor's Hammer, Grand-dad Van. Grand-dad crying in happy relief wasn't as unearthly a sight as seeing old Frank weep, but it was nearly so. Kal felt disoriented by everything—the streets were narrower, and the vegetation so much less lush, the scent of the air was different. It was dryer and warmer and Kal felt like an alien all over again. His mother pet his hand over and over and his father kept touching him and Grand-dad kept clapping him on the shoulder and snorting "well, well," when he wasn't surreptitiously wiping his eyes.

When they arrived home, Kal wanted to weep again. "Home" was a block of blue and gray stone cottages within a larger block—a village of stone and red dust and Kryptonian flora struggling with native plants. Some of the familiar smells he'd been looking for were here, foods cooking, floral scents he'd almost forgotten, but they soothed him not at all, not like he'd expected them to. Standing in front of the gate to the El compound, he felt only…exhaustion. On all sides, there was not a single doorway vine in sight. No welcoming fragrance and bloom…he shook himself. He knew it would be different now. He'd known from the moment he'd awakened in the odoriferous hold of the Reaper, bereft of Innty, bereft of….

Joe-El and Lara went through the gate, one on each side of Kal, Grand-dad at his back. They stopped together inside the gate, and sent a prayer of gratitude to Rao and the house door flew wide and Nurse stood on the steps, waving her arms and hooting his name. Behind her, the slim shape of Rwrzft held fur covered hands to his mouth, the tip of his tail danced excitedly.

"Young Master Kal-El," she hooted, " home again! Oh, joyous day!"

He was home, all was well. His family alive, all of them and over come with joy…he dropped his head, and looked at the red dust beneath his feet. He'd never imagined at any point in his adventure that he'd come to view the House of Sleep as a reward, never imagined that he'd wish to fall into a deep, deep, sleep and never wake up. He'd lost Lex, and since coming back through the wormhole, he'd lost Innty…what was there for him? There was only one answer he could see, the only course of action left to him….

TBC soon!

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SV fic post: A Young Kryptonian part 21

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