Oh, *fuck*
Jul. 7th, 2004 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20Did I miss Morgan? With Kal in bed? Did I miss that scene? *sniff*
Part 1
Kal spent about thirty minutes cleaning in Morgan's bathroom. When he emerged, he was damp from his shower, hair curling around his flushed face. He was dressed in the clothes Morgan had laid out for him: black slacks and dark green silk shirt. No shoes--Ka'ls own shoes would do, although Morgan was amused by the fact he left the bathroom barefoot.
Morgan stayed behind his desk as Kal swaggered from the bathroom. His shirt was unbuttoned, and a bead of water slid down his chest and dripped off the strange scar that adorned it. Once, someone had tried to touch the scar. They'd ended up across the room and required an ambulance. The story spread quickly and no one had tried again. Of course, Kal's clientele hadn't disappeared; with that mouth, it was no surprise.
Impassively, Morgan watched it's journey before lifting his eyes to meet Kal's smug impression.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair set out for him.
Kal pulled the chair around so he could straddle. Arms wrapped around the back, he rested his chin on the back.
The boy could have made millions as a model. He moved like liquid mercury and oozed sex with every breath.
"What can I do for you?" he asked. He traced a pattern on the back of the chair with the tip of his finger.
Morgan pushed the money he'd counted and sorted across the desk to Kal. "Eight hundred dollars.. That's a good take. What did you make last night?"
"A little less than that."
"And the night before?"
"Five hundred. The more I've come, the more popular I am." Kal shrugged and licked the tip of his finger. "Well. The more *they* come, the more popular I am."
"Modesty does not become you."
Kal just laughed and sucked enticingly his finger.
"You made eight hundred dollars tonight. As it's Saturday, you can be sure that this is your biggest night. If you were to remain, you might make more. Might."
"Uh huh."
"Of course, you could continue robbing banks as you did this afternoon and give up whoring."
With a noisy pop, Kal pulled his finger from his mouth. "But why? It's fun."
"Fun?"
"I like sucking cock. Want me to suck yours?"
"No, thank you," Morgan replied. "Not right now." He pulled a coin from his pocket and, under the table, began running it over his knuckles. "I have a proposal."
"I charge double if you want to fuck me." Then Kal grinned wolfishly. "You'll only be the second."
Interesting. Only one other man had breached that delectable ass? "I'll pay you three thousand dollars a week to live in an apartment of my choosing. I'll pay for the apartment, your food, your clothes and amenities, as well as anything you might desire. In exchange, I'll have you do things for me."
"Things?"
"Sometimes I have need for someone impossibly strong, fast, and invincible. I have enemies I need to protect myself again, and I am occasionally hired to perform feats best carried out by someone with gifts such as yourself."
Kal nodded thoughtfully. "Will I get a cut on the things you want me to steal? I mean, when you're hired."
"You're already making three thousand a week for doing nothing."
"Except things that might put me in danger. I don't think it's unreasonable to want a reward for putting my ass on the line for you."
Morgan smiled. "Perhaps not." He leaned back in his chair, palming the coin. "I'll give you ten to twenty percent of the fee I get, depending on the difficulty of the job."
"Okay. I'll take it." Kal rose and glided over to him. Hitching himself up, he stretched across the desk. One hand rested casually across his stomach, the other propped his head up. "So. Is this going to be one of those deals where I have to walk around naked? Wearing a collar? Should I call you Master?"
"No, Kal. Morgan shall suffice." He leaned forward and touched Kal's lower lip. "Do you know who I am?"
Kal bit his finger gently and licked it with the tip of his tongue. "No."
"Then why take the deal?"
"I like money."
Morgan raised his eyebrow and stroked over Kal's cheek, feeling the soft skin that now belonged to him. "You must have some idea who I am. Why else would you agree to be mine?"
Kal moved closer, his hand now dangling off the side of the desk to rest on Morgan's thigh. It was tantalizingly close to his crotch. It was very tempting to give in, but Morgan had a plan and he promised to see it through.
"I figure you're a horny old man looking for someone to play with. A horny *rich* old man with money to spare." His hand cupped Morgan's crotch and Ka licked his lips. "A horny, right, *sexy* old man."
Morgan picked the hand off his lap and raised it to his mouth. "My name is Morgan Edge. I am the biggest crime lord in Metropolis. I am very rich and I'm a very important man. And I am in the market for something pretty." He rose and pulled Kal to his feet. "Now. I have work I need to do. My assistant, Quentin, will drive you to your current lodgings before taking you to your new home."
"And then you'll come and fuck me?"
"I'll probably come to see how you're settling in around one. Feel free to go where you want and do whatever you want. Quentin will order you breakfast, just tell him what you want." He kissed Kal's hand once more and left.
"But when are you going to fuck me!" Kal shouted after him, sounding petulant.
Morgan just smiled and continued on.
I've had a long day and didn't devote my whole attention to it. Any suggestions would be welcome.
Part 1
Kal spent about thirty minutes cleaning in Morgan's bathroom. When he emerged, he was damp from his shower, hair curling around his flushed face. He was dressed in the clothes Morgan had laid out for him: black slacks and dark green silk shirt. No shoes--Ka'ls own shoes would do, although Morgan was amused by the fact he left the bathroom barefoot.
Morgan stayed behind his desk as Kal swaggered from the bathroom. His shirt was unbuttoned, and a bead of water slid down his chest and dripped off the strange scar that adorned it. Once, someone had tried to touch the scar. They'd ended up across the room and required an ambulance. The story spread quickly and no one had tried again. Of course, Kal's clientele hadn't disappeared; with that mouth, it was no surprise.
Impassively, Morgan watched it's journey before lifting his eyes to meet Kal's smug impression.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair set out for him.
Kal pulled the chair around so he could straddle. Arms wrapped around the back, he rested his chin on the back.
The boy could have made millions as a model. He moved like liquid mercury and oozed sex with every breath.
"What can I do for you?" he asked. He traced a pattern on the back of the chair with the tip of his finger.
Morgan pushed the money he'd counted and sorted across the desk to Kal. "Eight hundred dollars.. That's a good take. What did you make last night?"
"A little less than that."
"And the night before?"
"Five hundred. The more I've come, the more popular I am." Kal shrugged and licked the tip of his finger. "Well. The more *they* come, the more popular I am."
"Modesty does not become you."
Kal just laughed and sucked enticingly his finger.
"You made eight hundred dollars tonight. As it's Saturday, you can be sure that this is your biggest night. If you were to remain, you might make more. Might."
"Uh huh."
"Of course, you could continue robbing banks as you did this afternoon and give up whoring."
With a noisy pop, Kal pulled his finger from his mouth. "But why? It's fun."
"Fun?"
"I like sucking cock. Want me to suck yours?"
"No, thank you," Morgan replied. "Not right now." He pulled a coin from his pocket and, under the table, began running it over his knuckles. "I have a proposal."
"I charge double if you want to fuck me." Then Kal grinned wolfishly. "You'll only be the second."
Interesting. Only one other man had breached that delectable ass? "I'll pay you three thousand dollars a week to live in an apartment of my choosing. I'll pay for the apartment, your food, your clothes and amenities, as well as anything you might desire. In exchange, I'll have you do things for me."
"Things?"
"Sometimes I have need for someone impossibly strong, fast, and invincible. I have enemies I need to protect myself again, and I am occasionally hired to perform feats best carried out by someone with gifts such as yourself."
Kal nodded thoughtfully. "Will I get a cut on the things you want me to steal? I mean, when you're hired."
"You're already making three thousand a week for doing nothing."
"Except things that might put me in danger. I don't think it's unreasonable to want a reward for putting my ass on the line for you."
Morgan smiled. "Perhaps not." He leaned back in his chair, palming the coin. "I'll give you ten to twenty percent of the fee I get, depending on the difficulty of the job."
"Okay. I'll take it." Kal rose and glided over to him. Hitching himself up, he stretched across the desk. One hand rested casually across his stomach, the other propped his head up. "So. Is this going to be one of those deals where I have to walk around naked? Wearing a collar? Should I call you Master?"
"No, Kal. Morgan shall suffice." He leaned forward and touched Kal's lower lip. "Do you know who I am?"
Kal bit his finger gently and licked it with the tip of his tongue. "No."
"Then why take the deal?"
"I like money."
Morgan raised his eyebrow and stroked over Kal's cheek, feeling the soft skin that now belonged to him. "You must have some idea who I am. Why else would you agree to be mine?"
Kal moved closer, his hand now dangling off the side of the desk to rest on Morgan's thigh. It was tantalizingly close to his crotch. It was very tempting to give in, but Morgan had a plan and he promised to see it through.
"I figure you're a horny old man looking for someone to play with. A horny *rich* old man with money to spare." His hand cupped Morgan's crotch and Ka licked his lips. "A horny, right, *sexy* old man."
Morgan picked the hand off his lap and raised it to his mouth. "My name is Morgan Edge. I am the biggest crime lord in Metropolis. I am very rich and I'm a very important man. And I am in the market for something pretty." He rose and pulled Kal to his feet. "Now. I have work I need to do. My assistant, Quentin, will drive you to your current lodgings before taking you to your new home."
"And then you'll come and fuck me?"
"I'll probably come to see how you're settling in around one. Feel free to go where you want and do whatever you want. Quentin will order you breakfast, just tell him what you want." He kissed Kal's hand once more and left.
"But when are you going to fuck me!" Kal shouted after him, sounding petulant.
Morgan just smiled and continued on.
I've had a long day and didn't devote my whole attention to it. Any suggestions would be welcome.
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Date: 2004-07-08 08:45 am (UTC)"'But when are you going to fuck me!' Kal shouted after him, sounding petulant." He is such a cute little dweeb, even when he's making lots of money as a rent boy and agreeing to be part of nefarious schemes. *happy sigh*
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Date: 2004-07-08 07:11 pm (UTC)He really is. *hugs Kal*
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Date: 2004-07-08 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-08 07:12 pm (UTC)Well, the scene *I* was hoping for is. The one I missed,though, was where Morgan sent his goons in to shoot Clark in his bed. Stupid walk. :(