Morgan/Kal WIP
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From the time he had been thirteen years old and had gotten a job washing dishes at Petite Fleur, Lionel Luthor had always preferred quiet elegance to anything else. He'd moved his and Morgan's nightly gang meeting--to keep tabs on who'd shaken down whom and collect the pickings of Morgan's gang of pickpockets (children in the neighborhood ranging from ages five to sixteen)--from the back alley hole behind the tenements they lived in to the fountain in the park across from the Daily Planet building. The night after he and Morgan had killed Lionel's parents--after receiving the news from the authorities--they'd checked into the Grand Hotel and rented the most expensive room they could afford. The hookers they'd brought in for entertainment were off the streets and cheap, but Lionel swore to Morgan that as soon as LuthorCorp make its first million, he'd buy them both first class whores.
As it'd turned out, Morgan had made the first million, but crime paid more than legitimate business. And Lionel had to spend years cultivating his appearance so anyone who met him would only see the stately king instead of the downtrodden pauper he had been. Morgan, who took care of all the underworld dealings for LuthorCorp, who'd quickly clawed his way through the underbelly of Metropolis to become the city's top crime lord at age twenty-five, needed no such veneer of gentility.
And yet, years of association with Lionel, of going to his parties, of mixing in that world, and through simple exposure to the man himself, had allowed Morgan to adopt some of that veneer for himself. Perhaps he was not as elegant or polished as Lionel, and he didn't speak three languages fluently nor quote any more history and philosophy than he'd been taught by Lionel, but he'd managed to assume the quiet, dignified air that made him fit into a place like the Executive Suite, Metropolis' most exclusive restaurant and club.
The fact that Morgan had always been ten times more patient than Lionel helped as well. Lillian had often remarked laughingly that Lionel was like the David--larger than life, magnificent and with no shame--but Morgan, with his quiet grace and enigmatic smile, was the Mona Lisa. One might guess at Lionel's thoughts (although Lillian, unlike Morgan, never succeed at actually doing this) but Morgan was a mystery to all.
Well, all but Lionel. Lionel, who had known Morgan since birth, who'd been with him through ever beating levied by his father, every school yard skirmish, every gang war. Morgan was never a mystery to him.
Lionel was waiting for Morgan in a private table in the back of the restaurant. There was a martini and a smoldering cigar in front of him. The Daily Planet was spread over his crossed legs, and he had a pensive expression on his face.
"Hello, Lionel," Morgan said, easing into the chair across from him. He gestured to the waiter, who immediately came over for his drink order. After he gave it, he met Lionel's eyes.
"So?"
"He left just before I got here. I don't imagine that it should take very long for him to accomplish his mission."
"I hope not."
The waiter came back with Morgan's bourbon. He sipped it. "How is Lex?" he asked, as he always did. Ever since Lex had turned sixteen, he'd been almost violent in his refusal to see Morgan. He kept tabs on Lex, of course, and occasionally was able to catch a glimpse of him. But the last time Morgan had tried to get near Lex, Lex had cut his own wrist then waved the bloody knife at Morgan threateningly.
Of course, Lex had been high at the time. And hallucinating. But it was a lesson that hit Morgan hard. Lionel may use Lex's fragile psychological state to suit his own purposes, but Morgan could never use his son that way.
"He's fine," Lionel said, briskly folding his paper. "Cocky, though, which makes me uneasy. He's convinced he's covered all the bases in our covert takeover of Lane Enterprises, but I'm not sure. Lois and Charles Lane are a little too cagey for me."
"What do you think is in the file?"
"With any luck, the signed contracts that, when Lex has carried out the final steps of this scheme, will ruin their company." He rubbed his beard pensively. "I'm afraid, though, Lois is trying to do to Luthor Corp what Lex is trying to do to Lane Enterprises." He sighed and picked up his cigar. "Lex bought an engagement ring today."
Morgan blinked and pulled his cigarette case from his pocket. "Did he?"
Lionel nodded and rolled his eyes. "He has some romantic notion that after Lane Enterprises is ours, he'll propose to Lois. To make everything better, you see."
"Does he really believe that she'll accept?" He lit his cigarette and raised it to his mouth.
"He gets his romantic side from his mother, I suspect," Lionel said laughingly.
Morgan smiled tightly and said nothing. Lionel was kind, in a way. He never blamed any of Lex's faults on his father, always on Lillian. Of course, as far as Lionel was concerned, Morgan had nothing to do with Lex or Julian's conception. They were Lillian's faults and Lionel's strengths. That is, Lex's strengths would have been Lionel's had Lex had any strengths.
Morgan could have named hundreds of them. But not to Lionel. Morgan couldn’t risk it.
"She might accept. Their relationship is perverse enough. But," he continued, leaning forward. "He thinks that we could give her a position in the company."
"Talk to him," Morgan suggested. "He'll see the light."
"Perhaps. I wouldn’t trust that viper to be a file clerk at Luthor Corp."
Morgan's cell phone rang. "Yes?"
"There's no file," Kal said, sounding frustrated.
"You looked in the drawer?"
"I looked everywhere. She's even got a safe in here. It's hidden, and I checked it, but there's only some green rocks." His voice wavered as he mentioned the rocks.
Morgan's eyes flicked to Lionel, then pretended to concentrate on flicking the ash off his cigarette. "Check the office again."
"I checked underneath this stupid carpet she's got in here. And every single other office on this floor, it's not *here*." He sounded whiney. "The only thing that has anything to do with the Luthor's is a picture of Lois Lane and Lex Luthor kissing. Should I take that?"
"Did you check behind the picture to see if there was any documents?"
"Yeah. There isn't any."
With a sigh, Morgan pulled the phone away from his mouth. "The file isn't in her office, or anywhere on the floor."
"Damn," Lionel breathed. He tapped the cigar against the ashtray. "Get him out of there. If it's not in her office, it's not there. Damn it."
"Kal? Get out of there."
"Are you sure? I could ..." Kal broke off abruptly with a pained gasp.
"Kal?"
"I'm okay," he growled in a voice that sounded anything but okay.
Shit. "What's going on?"
This time, there wasn't any answer, just a lot of panting and pathetic whimpers. Morgan's heart raced as the phone was dropped, and he heard something that sounded like fabric ripping. Kal was grunting and crying softly.
What the hell was going on? Was he under attack or sick or what? Maybe this investment wasn't exactly what Morgan had thought it would be.
"Kal? Pick up the phone."
There was a long moment during which Morgan held his breath, on tenterhooks, not sure what to do. Not that he could do anything, not from here. Then, Kal said weakly, "Sorry." His voice was so small and weak, it actually wrenched Morgan's ear to hear it. "I'm okay." Kal took a deep breath; when he spoke again, his voice was firmer. "I'm leaving the building now. Is there anywhere I should go?"
"Just go home. Stay there until I get there," Morgan snapped.
"All right." The connection closed.
"What happened?" Lionel asked.
"I'm not sure. He searched the entire floor, including her secret safe and under the carpeting. She said there was nothing there. Then he ... fell ill or something."
"Fell ill?" Lionel arched an eyebrow and shook his head. "It doesn't sound like this man is very reliable."
"He's new and he's young. But, he's remarkable." Morgan ground out his cigarette and finished his bourbon. "I need to see what happened."
"I'll call you when I have new information. In the meantime, please keep your ear to the ground. The standard rate for any and all information you gather will, of course, apply."
Morgan nodded and wished he could pay Lionel to pass him information about Lex. But he merely smiled enigmatically and replied, "Of course. Good night."
The drive back to the penthouse was a blur. Morgan wove in and out of traffic, trying to put together what had happened. Had Kal gone in high? Morgan had never seen the boy do drugs, but it wasn't if Morgan knew him all that well. But it should have been common sense: when breaking and entering a multi-million dollar corporation on a job worth a million dollars, you didn't go in intoxicated.
He stormed into the penthouse, anger high. "Kal!"
"I'm in here," a weak voice came from the bathroom.
Morgan stopped short at the tone. It was completely different than the boy normally sounded and, for the first time, Morgan was worried.
Kal was in the tub, skin ashy, hair plastered to his face. There was a bucket of half empty ice next to him, and one hand rested inside it. The scar on his chest was an angry red, and when Kal opened his eyes, they were blood shot.
Morgan didn't say anything as he sat on the edge of the tub. Kal was watching him almost fearfully, waiting for the explosion, Morgan supposed. For something.
Instead of giving it to him, Morgan simply reached into the bucket and picked up a piece of ice. As he ran it over Kal's forehead, he frowned at how unnaturally hot the boy was. The water he was in was ice cold, and yet his temperature was well above normal.
"What happened?" he asked, running the ice back and forth of the feverish flesh.
Kal's eyes fluttered closed and he arched into the touch. "I had no trouble getting into the building. I diverted the cameras away from me while I was looking, and most of the time I .... I moved too fast for anyone to see me. But the file wasn't there."
"Then you called me, then this happened."
He nodded and inched down so the water rose to his nose. Then he rose again. "Yes."
The ice cube was gone, melted against the heated skin. Morgan reached into the water and smoothed it over Kal's neck. "What drugs do you do?" he asked, a new idea forming.
"What?"
"I don't want you buying drugs off the street. There's too many unknown factors, and I don't want you buying a bad mix of anything. I'd rather purchase them for you."
"I don't do drugs."
Morgan blinked, hand stilling on Kal's skin. "I beg your pardon?"
Bloodshot eyes opened and met his. "I don't do drugs. This isn't because of ... drugs." He swallowed and didn't say anything more.
Taking another ice cube, Morgan tried to pull all the information together. He already knew Kal was bullet proof and moved faster than the eye could follow. He was incredibly strong; he'd pulled an ATM out of the wall without breaking a sweat. He drank a lot while at Atlantis, yet never seemed to feel the effects. But something had reduced him to this.
"Are you ill?"
Kal hesitated, then nodded. "Sort of. It's an ... allergy."
"To what?"
This time, he said nothing. His face completely shut down.
When it became obvious that he wasn't going to answer, Morgan sighed. The boy was a mystery, a beautiful, sexy mystery that he wanted to crack. Pushing wasn't going to do that. He'd have to be patient.
Luckily, he was nothing if not patient.
"I'm sorry for failing," Kal finally whispered.
"You didn't fail. The information was bad."
"I meant for getting sick."
Morgan was silent as he ran the ice over Kal's neck, easing towards the scar. He wasn't feeling particularly suicidal right now, but, on the other hand, Kal was quiet and pliant. He might not react.
Kal hissed when Morgan touched the scar, stiffening.
"That hurts?"
"Yes. Please, don't." It came out a moan, and Kal pulled himself, wet hands grasping Morgan's slacks and coat. "I'll ... blow you. Jack you off. Anything, just don't touch the scar."
Morgan threaded his fingers through Kal's hair and gently nudged him back. "I don't need anything right now, thank you. And I won't touch it. I simply thought it might help."
There were tears in Kal's eyes as he leaned back against the cool white porcelain. "Don't you want me?" he asked in a shaky voice. "You won't even touch me."
He unclenched his fingers and ran his knuckles down Kal's face. His eyes closed and he arched into the touch, mouth falling open. "I’m touching you now."
His tongue came out and wet his full bottom lip, and Morgan was hard pressed not to suck that lip into his mouth. But he didn't, not yet.
"Can't I touch you?" Kal whispered, hips arching from the water. His cock was hardening, but slowly. His entire body screamed exhaustion, and Morgan noticed that any time his fingers brushed against a drying spot of skin, Kal flinched.
"Not tonight. Tonight, I want you to rest." He bent forward and pressed his lips into Kal's forehead. "Is there anything you need?"
Kal grabbed his arms and held tightly. "Don't leave. The ... the penthouse, I mean."
"I'll be in the room across from yours." Then, he kissed Kal very, very lightly, before rising and leaving the room.
TBC ...
Part 2
Part 3
From the time he had been thirteen years old and had gotten a job washing dishes at Petite Fleur, Lionel Luthor had always preferred quiet elegance to anything else. He'd moved his and Morgan's nightly gang meeting--to keep tabs on who'd shaken down whom and collect the pickings of Morgan's gang of pickpockets (children in the neighborhood ranging from ages five to sixteen)--from the back alley hole behind the tenements they lived in to the fountain in the park across from the Daily Planet building. The night after he and Morgan had killed Lionel's parents--after receiving the news from the authorities--they'd checked into the Grand Hotel and rented the most expensive room they could afford. The hookers they'd brought in for entertainment were off the streets and cheap, but Lionel swore to Morgan that as soon as LuthorCorp make its first million, he'd buy them both first class whores.
As it'd turned out, Morgan had made the first million, but crime paid more than legitimate business. And Lionel had to spend years cultivating his appearance so anyone who met him would only see the stately king instead of the downtrodden pauper he had been. Morgan, who took care of all the underworld dealings for LuthorCorp, who'd quickly clawed his way through the underbelly of Metropolis to become the city's top crime lord at age twenty-five, needed no such veneer of gentility.
And yet, years of association with Lionel, of going to his parties, of mixing in that world, and through simple exposure to the man himself, had allowed Morgan to adopt some of that veneer for himself. Perhaps he was not as elegant or polished as Lionel, and he didn't speak three languages fluently nor quote any more history and philosophy than he'd been taught by Lionel, but he'd managed to assume the quiet, dignified air that made him fit into a place like the Executive Suite, Metropolis' most exclusive restaurant and club.
The fact that Morgan had always been ten times more patient than Lionel helped as well. Lillian had often remarked laughingly that Lionel was like the David--larger than life, magnificent and with no shame--but Morgan, with his quiet grace and enigmatic smile, was the Mona Lisa. One might guess at Lionel's thoughts (although Lillian, unlike Morgan, never succeed at actually doing this) but Morgan was a mystery to all.
Well, all but Lionel. Lionel, who had known Morgan since birth, who'd been with him through ever beating levied by his father, every school yard skirmish, every gang war. Morgan was never a mystery to him.
Lionel was waiting for Morgan in a private table in the back of the restaurant. There was a martini and a smoldering cigar in front of him. The Daily Planet was spread over his crossed legs, and he had a pensive expression on his face.
"Hello, Lionel," Morgan said, easing into the chair across from him. He gestured to the waiter, who immediately came over for his drink order. After he gave it, he met Lionel's eyes.
"So?"
"He left just before I got here. I don't imagine that it should take very long for him to accomplish his mission."
"I hope not."
The waiter came back with Morgan's bourbon. He sipped it. "How is Lex?" he asked, as he always did. Ever since Lex had turned sixteen, he'd been almost violent in his refusal to see Morgan. He kept tabs on Lex, of course, and occasionally was able to catch a glimpse of him. But the last time Morgan had tried to get near Lex, Lex had cut his own wrist then waved the bloody knife at Morgan threateningly.
Of course, Lex had been high at the time. And hallucinating. But it was a lesson that hit Morgan hard. Lionel may use Lex's fragile psychological state to suit his own purposes, but Morgan could never use his son that way.
"He's fine," Lionel said, briskly folding his paper. "Cocky, though, which makes me uneasy. He's convinced he's covered all the bases in our covert takeover of Lane Enterprises, but I'm not sure. Lois and Charles Lane are a little too cagey for me."
"What do you think is in the file?"
"With any luck, the signed contracts that, when Lex has carried out the final steps of this scheme, will ruin their company." He rubbed his beard pensively. "I'm afraid, though, Lois is trying to do to Luthor Corp what Lex is trying to do to Lane Enterprises." He sighed and picked up his cigar. "Lex bought an engagement ring today."
Morgan blinked and pulled his cigarette case from his pocket. "Did he?"
Lionel nodded and rolled his eyes. "He has some romantic notion that after Lane Enterprises is ours, he'll propose to Lois. To make everything better, you see."
"Does he really believe that she'll accept?" He lit his cigarette and raised it to his mouth.
"He gets his romantic side from his mother, I suspect," Lionel said laughingly.
Morgan smiled tightly and said nothing. Lionel was kind, in a way. He never blamed any of Lex's faults on his father, always on Lillian. Of course, as far as Lionel was concerned, Morgan had nothing to do with Lex or Julian's conception. They were Lillian's faults and Lionel's strengths. That is, Lex's strengths would have been Lionel's had Lex had any strengths.
Morgan could have named hundreds of them. But not to Lionel. Morgan couldn’t risk it.
"She might accept. Their relationship is perverse enough. But," he continued, leaning forward. "He thinks that we could give her a position in the company."
"Talk to him," Morgan suggested. "He'll see the light."
"Perhaps. I wouldn’t trust that viper to be a file clerk at Luthor Corp."
Morgan's cell phone rang. "Yes?"
"There's no file," Kal said, sounding frustrated.
"You looked in the drawer?"
"I looked everywhere. She's even got a safe in here. It's hidden, and I checked it, but there's only some green rocks." His voice wavered as he mentioned the rocks.
Morgan's eyes flicked to Lionel, then pretended to concentrate on flicking the ash off his cigarette. "Check the office again."
"I checked underneath this stupid carpet she's got in here. And every single other office on this floor, it's not *here*." He sounded whiney. "The only thing that has anything to do with the Luthor's is a picture of Lois Lane and Lex Luthor kissing. Should I take that?"
"Did you check behind the picture to see if there was any documents?"
"Yeah. There isn't any."
With a sigh, Morgan pulled the phone away from his mouth. "The file isn't in her office, or anywhere on the floor."
"Damn," Lionel breathed. He tapped the cigar against the ashtray. "Get him out of there. If it's not in her office, it's not there. Damn it."
"Kal? Get out of there."
"Are you sure? I could ..." Kal broke off abruptly with a pained gasp.
"Kal?"
"I'm okay," he growled in a voice that sounded anything but okay.
Shit. "What's going on?"
This time, there wasn't any answer, just a lot of panting and pathetic whimpers. Morgan's heart raced as the phone was dropped, and he heard something that sounded like fabric ripping. Kal was grunting and crying softly.
What the hell was going on? Was he under attack or sick or what? Maybe this investment wasn't exactly what Morgan had thought it would be.
"Kal? Pick up the phone."
There was a long moment during which Morgan held his breath, on tenterhooks, not sure what to do. Not that he could do anything, not from here. Then, Kal said weakly, "Sorry." His voice was so small and weak, it actually wrenched Morgan's ear to hear it. "I'm okay." Kal took a deep breath; when he spoke again, his voice was firmer. "I'm leaving the building now. Is there anywhere I should go?"
"Just go home. Stay there until I get there," Morgan snapped.
"All right." The connection closed.
"What happened?" Lionel asked.
"I'm not sure. He searched the entire floor, including her secret safe and under the carpeting. She said there was nothing there. Then he ... fell ill or something."
"Fell ill?" Lionel arched an eyebrow and shook his head. "It doesn't sound like this man is very reliable."
"He's new and he's young. But, he's remarkable." Morgan ground out his cigarette and finished his bourbon. "I need to see what happened."
"I'll call you when I have new information. In the meantime, please keep your ear to the ground. The standard rate for any and all information you gather will, of course, apply."
Morgan nodded and wished he could pay Lionel to pass him information about Lex. But he merely smiled enigmatically and replied, "Of course. Good night."
The drive back to the penthouse was a blur. Morgan wove in and out of traffic, trying to put together what had happened. Had Kal gone in high? Morgan had never seen the boy do drugs, but it wasn't if Morgan knew him all that well. But it should have been common sense: when breaking and entering a multi-million dollar corporation on a job worth a million dollars, you didn't go in intoxicated.
He stormed into the penthouse, anger high. "Kal!"
"I'm in here," a weak voice came from the bathroom.
Morgan stopped short at the tone. It was completely different than the boy normally sounded and, for the first time, Morgan was worried.
Kal was in the tub, skin ashy, hair plastered to his face. There was a bucket of half empty ice next to him, and one hand rested inside it. The scar on his chest was an angry red, and when Kal opened his eyes, they were blood shot.
Morgan didn't say anything as he sat on the edge of the tub. Kal was watching him almost fearfully, waiting for the explosion, Morgan supposed. For something.
Instead of giving it to him, Morgan simply reached into the bucket and picked up a piece of ice. As he ran it over Kal's forehead, he frowned at how unnaturally hot the boy was. The water he was in was ice cold, and yet his temperature was well above normal.
"What happened?" he asked, running the ice back and forth of the feverish flesh.
Kal's eyes fluttered closed and he arched into the touch. "I had no trouble getting into the building. I diverted the cameras away from me while I was looking, and most of the time I .... I moved too fast for anyone to see me. But the file wasn't there."
"Then you called me, then this happened."
He nodded and inched down so the water rose to his nose. Then he rose again. "Yes."
The ice cube was gone, melted against the heated skin. Morgan reached into the water and smoothed it over Kal's neck. "What drugs do you do?" he asked, a new idea forming.
"What?"
"I don't want you buying drugs off the street. There's too many unknown factors, and I don't want you buying a bad mix of anything. I'd rather purchase them for you."
"I don't do drugs."
Morgan blinked, hand stilling on Kal's skin. "I beg your pardon?"
Bloodshot eyes opened and met his. "I don't do drugs. This isn't because of ... drugs." He swallowed and didn't say anything more.
Taking another ice cube, Morgan tried to pull all the information together. He already knew Kal was bullet proof and moved faster than the eye could follow. He was incredibly strong; he'd pulled an ATM out of the wall without breaking a sweat. He drank a lot while at Atlantis, yet never seemed to feel the effects. But something had reduced him to this.
"Are you ill?"
Kal hesitated, then nodded. "Sort of. It's an ... allergy."
"To what?"
This time, he said nothing. His face completely shut down.
When it became obvious that he wasn't going to answer, Morgan sighed. The boy was a mystery, a beautiful, sexy mystery that he wanted to crack. Pushing wasn't going to do that. He'd have to be patient.
Luckily, he was nothing if not patient.
"I'm sorry for failing," Kal finally whispered.
"You didn't fail. The information was bad."
"I meant for getting sick."
Morgan was silent as he ran the ice over Kal's neck, easing towards the scar. He wasn't feeling particularly suicidal right now, but, on the other hand, Kal was quiet and pliant. He might not react.
Kal hissed when Morgan touched the scar, stiffening.
"That hurts?"
"Yes. Please, don't." It came out a moan, and Kal pulled himself, wet hands grasping Morgan's slacks and coat. "I'll ... blow you. Jack you off. Anything, just don't touch the scar."
Morgan threaded his fingers through Kal's hair and gently nudged him back. "I don't need anything right now, thank you. And I won't touch it. I simply thought it might help."
There were tears in Kal's eyes as he leaned back against the cool white porcelain. "Don't you want me?" he asked in a shaky voice. "You won't even touch me."
He unclenched his fingers and ran his knuckles down Kal's face. His eyes closed and he arched into the touch, mouth falling open. "I’m touching you now."
His tongue came out and wet his full bottom lip, and Morgan was hard pressed not to suck that lip into his mouth. But he didn't, not yet.
"Can't I touch you?" Kal whispered, hips arching from the water. His cock was hardening, but slowly. His entire body screamed exhaustion, and Morgan noticed that any time his fingers brushed against a drying spot of skin, Kal flinched.
"Not tonight. Tonight, I want you to rest." He bent forward and pressed his lips into Kal's forehead. "Is there anything you need?"
Kal grabbed his arms and held tightly. "Don't leave. The ... the penthouse, I mean."
"I'll be in the room across from yours." Then, he kissed Kal very, very lightly, before rising and leaving the room.
TBC ...
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More, yeah
Date: 2004-07-12 12:37 am (UTC)This is extremely good. Rutger Hauer was so wasted on the show and so much more could have been done with him, no matter what the heck his salary requirements were.
I love the way Kal tempts Morgan Edge in more ways than he anticipated. The gentleness of the tub scene between Edge and Kal was unexpected, tender and left me wanting more.
I love Edge's relationship with Lionel and the lead in the Lex Luthor reporter story. Good ground-work and one of the more interesting AU prequels I've read in quite some time.
I'm enjoying this immensely and oh yeah, I'm definitely looking forward to more.
;)
Re: More, yeah
Date: 2004-07-12 09:16 am (UTC)I was really, very disappointed when they brought the second guy on as Edge. Hauer and Welling had chemistry (be it sexual as I prefer to see it or just nice villian chemistry), but, who was it, Berenger? Was just flat. More thuggish, which probably fits what they were trying to go for, but a lot less complex and interesting. Hauer just shined in his few scenes, especially with Lionel. And he and Kal bounced off together so nicely.
The gentleness of the tub scene between Edge and Kal was unexpected, tender and left me wanting more.
This morning I woke up with this dread that the tub scene was too ... OCC for Kal or out of the blue or too soon. I'm really glad you liked it; I was hoping it'd leave you wanting more. ;)
I love Edge's relationship with Lionel and the lead in the Lex Luthor reporter story. Good ground-work and one of the more interesting AU prequels I've read in quite some time.
I think I'm going to get to play a lot with the Morgan/Lione, Morgan/Lex relationship with this, which makes me really happy. In my mind (as the all knowing author) Morgan really *does* love Lex, really does want the best for him, but is constantly pushed to the back by Lionel and overwhelemed by Lionel's personality. I hope I really get to show that he is sincer in the prequel and (tragically, really) would have been a better father than Lionel ever was. Of course, I'm sort of in the "anyone but Lionel" camp for the position of Lex's father (well, anyone but Bush and Lionel.;)
I'm enjoying this immensely and oh yeah, I'm definitely looking forward to more.
Thanks! I hope to get more out soon!
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Date: 2004-07-12 04:51 am (UTC)The bathroom scene is now one of my favourite scenes, I love the way it's so gentle and yet still seductive. Kal shows his vulnerable side which at the same time is tempting and Morgan just can't resist it.
Excellent.
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Date: 2004-07-12 09:37 am (UTC)I *loved* writing that scene. I was driving when it came to me, and then I just couldn't wait to get home and write it. I want there to be more than just lust between them, and I think in LLAR, I managed to show the outcome of there experience together here. This is the fun part. ;)
Excellent.
Thank you!
WIP
Date: 2004-07-12 09:19 am (UTC)Re: WIP
Date: 2004-07-12 09:22 am (UTC)Which is funny, because even though it took me about four hours to write, I felt as if it was the shortest scene yet. ;)
Any idea for a title yet?
None whatsoever. I'm really bad at coming up with titles.
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Date: 2004-07-12 11:30 pm (UTC)It's so believable that Morgan could be Lex's biological father. As played by Hauer, he sort of oozed sex the same way MR's Lex does.
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Date: 2004-07-13 01:26 pm (UTC)Oh, wow. High praise. *blushes* Thank you so much. I'm really glad you're enjoying the story.
It's so believable that Morgan could be Lex's biological father. As played by Hauer, he sort of oozed sex the same way MR's Lex does.
And the look the same in some ways, too, which makes it fun. I'm pretty sure Hauer has blue eyes, and the both have thin lips. I really wish they'd been able to get Hauer for more epsisodes; he was just a great character.