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It's an itty-bitty little update, but I wanted to clear the decks for the next bit. Which Bob willing will be one long hot wet sloppy fuck--if I can force myself to write the naughty bits. It's been so long, I might have forgotten how to.

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

The Previous Parts are here, just exhausted…their little Mother has been rather cranky.



The call went out again—the Emperor gave the Earth an hour to send its leaders to meet with their new master. At a signal from Lex, his armada de-cloaked and sat insolently in space. Lex sent the Kryptonian contingent a message.

Cool, collected, dressed in a white suit and a smile, he sent a reply. "Hello there. I am the Supreme Ruler of the Earth, but you can call me Mr. Luthor."

The Emperor responded, "At last." The screens went black.

Lex turned to his staff. "You, you and you, stand right there." He pointed to a space on the deck not far from where he stood. He retrieved his briefcase from the glass desk, the only real item in his 'office'. He took a small lead box out of it, pocketed it. "In a moment, we'll seem to evaporate," he told the rest of his people. "Do nothing until you hear from me, understand?" Almost before he stopped speaking, he felt like he was being pummeled all over by mink mittens. It might have been a mildly pleasant sensation if he didn’t also feel that way from the inside as well.

They reappeared on the Emperor's flagship, and before they could gather themselves, they were surrounded by an armed escort of many different species. Lex's staff were paralyzed with shock. They stared about them, wide-eyed, frightened…Lex, on the other hand, was almost pathetically grateful to see the weird, wild collection of shapes and forms and colors. Thank god, it was all true, all of it. He'd been fairly certain that he wasn't but it was a distinct relief to have proof of his sanity that he could see, smell, touch…a furry, vaguely catlike creature winked at him.

"Morne," Lex whispered, wonder nearly stealing his voice. The creature bristled. "Am not! Not stub-tailed, mangy Morne. I am a Kryptonian," it said, its voice full of pride and not a little wonder. "The new Emperor says it and that makes it so."

Lex looked around, searching for the Emperor, his heart slamming in his chest, waiting for sight of the new Ruler of Krypton on Daxam and the Known Worlds…what the hell? The 'throne room' was a bare metal cavern of a space. It looked like a hanger, nothing but a little platform and a rather large chair in it. Where were the arches, the dais, the flaming torches…Lex fought the urge to giggle. That urge evaporated when the Emperor entered the room.

"So. We meet at last, Supreme Ruler of Earth."

"We do, Majesty Kal-El the—the—first, by the Grace of Rao, Ruler of Krypton and of the Dominion, Supreme Commander and Hammer of justice and Right Hand of Rao. Prepare to surrender yourself."

The Emperor tilted his head and looked befuddled in a way that warmed Lex's long frozen heart. "What?"

Lex held the small box from his briefcase in his hand. "This small lead lined casket contains refined kryptonite. Simply put—it's Hammer Time."

The men behind The Emperor gasped—the man had the audacity to name a weapon after the Beloved Lost Home World? But wait--how did he even *know* this? These primitives weren't supposed to have any knowledge of the Home World—let alone have the level of technology they possessed. Something was *very* wrong here....

The Kryptonians felt the strangest sensation of a tightening around their necks….

"Deadly Kryptonite, eh? In that case," His Majesty Kal-El the first, by the Grace of Rao, Ruler of Krypton and of the Dominion, Supreme Commander and Hammer of justice, Right Hand of Rao who rules from New Kryptonopolis on Daxam said, removing the ceremonial sword at his waist, and laying it still sheathed at the SROE's feet, "I surrender." He knelt and inclined his head. And also inched closer, until his nose was nearly bumping the crisp white linen of Lex's suit.

The bridge erupted into howls of outrage at the sight. No Kryptonian bent the knee to any species, ever. It was an outrage, a travesty…the kneeling Emperor turned. Laying a huge hand on the enemy's thigh to steady himself, he fixed his soldiers with a glowing red stare. "Don't make me come over there," he said, in a deceptively mild tone.

"Oh God," Lex groaned, shuddered and grabbed a handful of the thick black hair. He jerked Kal's head back. "Get up before I embarrass myself in front of an audience. There'll be plenty of time for you to be on your knees later." His grip gentled, he stroked lightly over Kal's chin before releasing him. He peered into green eyes and said quietly, "Thanks for coming back to me, lover."

Kal grinned. "I couldn't wait for you—I had to come. I would have come in at an earlier time, but I figured you needed extra time to get your fleet together." Kal grinned. "Why waste all this, right?"

Lex laughed. "You grew ambition—and a beard. Which god-awful thing you'll be getting rid of first chance."

Kal pouted, his lips looked even redder framed by the black curls but Lex stood firm." Oh, come on, Lex—it took me a long time to get it this nice."

"No kisses."

"Oh gosh, all right." The Supreme's prisoner of war pouted even harder.

Supreme took pity on him and leaned closer, whispered in the prisoner's ear. "Later after I shave you, I'm going to fuck you so hard…"


The curtain drops, we fade to a crackling log in the fireplace, and there we fade to black…or that's what would happen if this were anyone else's story but it's not….



The conclusion, in which we return to the porn
part 26: the end

I take my words back!!!!!!!

2/11/08 10:59 am (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] ender24
Dont post it at SSA, the rest of the world dont deserve it; your story is MINE alone *g*.
pls send me the supreme commander of everything and his consort in one file :D