Morgan/Clark WIP
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serafina20Previous Parts
Kal spent the next three days avoiding Morgan. Despite his plea for Morgan to remain near him the night he'd fallen ill, Kal seemed indifferent, almost angry, at the fact he was still in the apartment the next day. On entering the kitchen and finding Morgan comfortably ensconced at the table with a pastry, coffee, and paper, Kal hesitated, almost frozen. He ignored Morgan's polite, "Good morning," although it seemed to spur him into action.
With a defiant lift in his head, Kal swept past Morgan into the kitchen. He grabbed a donut, cup of coffee, then left once more. When Morgan entered the living room an hour later, Kal was curled on the couch, playing video games. He didn't acknowledge Morgan's presence with even a twitch of his eyebrow when Morgan informed Kal he was leaving for the day.
Amused at Kal's behavior, Morgan called Quentin and instructed him to move Morgan's clothes and personal items from his apartments to the penthouse. Normally, he didn't live in the penthouse. It was for show. For entertaining. For making a point to those who would question or challenge his authority or place in Metropolis. He only used it once every few weeks or so; the rest of the time, it was vacant and Morgan lived in a smaller, more secure apartment.
When all was said and done, Morgan was a private man. He'd never been married, never lived with a lover for longer than a few weeks. The two times Lillian had been pregnant, Morgan had lived at the Luthor residence. He'd stayed until Lex was one and a half, which was when Lionel had politely suggested it wouldn't do to confuse the boy too much.
Julian hadn't even made it half so long. And Lillian had been so weak and depressed after Julian's birth, Morgan had taken over everything, unwilling to allow his child to be left to the tender mercies of a hired nurse. He fed, rocked, cuddled, and changed that child for nearly three months, leaving Quentin to run his organization and report back to him.
And then, the crime world was thrown into something of an uproar. Morgan was called away, and, three nights later, when he'd finally been able to return, Julian was dead.
His stay at the Luthor's was the longest time Morgan had lived with anyone his entire adult life. Briefly, he wondered how long Kal would be in his life. And what it was, exactly, that he wanted from this boy.
But, in the long run, it was best not to think about it too deeply. Instead, he acted, moving into the penthouse and then going about his business as if nothing had changed.
The second day, Kal was gone when Morgan woke up. A brief glance at the security cameras revealed the boy sleekly gliding through the cool waters of the indoor pool. Kal was naked either because he knew the cameras were trained on him or he had no suit, Morgan didn't know. Nor did he care. He simply made a call, had the pool closed for the day, and sat back to watch Kal swim. All in all, it was a very enjoyable afternoon.
The third day found Kal gone once more. It was, of course, easy for Kal to avoid contact with Morgan. Morgan left for his clubs at four every afternoon, making the rounds until he wound up at the Atlantis. Then, from the office, he made calls and met with people who represented various aspects of his organization. Most days, he was not home until nearly five, where he ate a light snack before going to bed. Since moving in, Kal had begun keeping more normal hours again, crashing around two in the morning and rising by ten.
A change in schedule was obviously warranted. He didn't want to make it this easy for Kal to avoid him.
On the third day, Morgan rose around eleven and ran some errands. When he returned, he found Quentin back against the wall. One of Kal's legs was wedged between his, and Kal was nibbling his neck, whispering.
"Then I'll drop to my knees and suck you until your eyes cross from the feeling," Kal's throaty voice floated across the room.
Intrigued, Morgan closed the door quietly and leaned against it.
Kal's blue-green eyes snapped up at the noise. They met Morgan's, and his lips curled. White teeth sank into tanned flesh, and Quentin let out a strangled sound.
"Then I'll fuck you," Kal said. "I'll pour oil on my hands, on my chest. I'll stroke my cock until it's hard and glistening and you just want it so bad. You want to feel it in you, and I'll put it right ... right on the entrance and hold it. You'll be desperate, and you'll beg me, but I won't give it to you until you start pushing yourself down on me, tugging my hips until the tip of my cock slides in, stretching you." Kal ripped Quentin's shirt open. One hand slid down Quentin's chest and slipped beneath his waistband.
Morgan crossed his arms over his chest and raised and eyebrow.
"Then, after you've pushed down further, begging me, sobbing my name because you know how fucking good I'll feel, I'll hold you down on the bed, pressing your face into the bed. You won't be able to move, Quentin. You'll be at my mercy. I'll hold you down, and I'll fuck you." Beneath the tented fabric of Quentin's trousers, Kal's hand moved in one vicious movement.
There was a loud cry as Quentin came. His blunt nails scraped down Kal's skin and his knees went weak as the fabric grew damp.
Laughing, Kal pulled his hand out and licked his hand free. His eyes never left Morgan's as he said, "Hey."
Flustered, Quentin forced himself to his feet and pulled his shirt tightly around him. "Morgan. I ..."
"I think you should go change," Morgan said evenly. "You're supposed to be following Lois Lane tonight."
"Yes, sir." With a flustered look at Kal, Quentin ran his hands over his hair and walked swiftly across the room.
Kal just smirked and vanished.
"Quentin."
Quentin stopped, hand on the door. Fear and guilt drenched his features. "Yes, sir?"
"If he succeeds in getting you into bed, tape it for me."
"Yes, sir," he said with something like relief. Then he left.
Morgan hung up his coat and went to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Despite himself, he needed a moment before he felt ready to face Kal. The boy was damn seductive, and if Morgan didn’t watch himself, he was going to end up being seduced instead of the other way around.
When he felt calm, he went to his bedroom. Kal was stretched across the bed, naked. One hand played almost idly with his nipples; the other was wrapped around one of the bars of the headboard, tugging at it experimentally.
"You angry with me?" Kal asked when Morgan entered.
Morgan crossed the room to his dresser. He removed his tie and set it on the dresser. As he turned to face Kal, he undid the first few buttons of his shirt. "I never said you were not allowed to sleep with anyone else. You may have sex with anyone you wish so long as you are safe."
Kal's eyes darkened and he sat up. "Why am I here?" he demanded.
"Because I'm paying you."
"What are you paying me for? Why won't you fuck me? Or touch me? Don't you want me?" He paused, looking at Morgan closely, confusion and frustration written across his face. When Morgan said nothing, Kal growled and said, "I don't get you. You're paying a lot of money for the privilege, so why won't you take it?"
He smiled and touched Kal's cheek gently. "Who ever said I was paying you for sex?"
Kal's mouth feel open to retort angrily. Then he stopped, eyes narrowed. Color flooded his cheeks and he replied, "Why ... why else would you? I mean, you sent that guy into the bathroom that night so you could watch me suck him off. You hired me right after I did that. You ... you wanted me to live in your apartment, and you're *paying* me. Why would you pay me to live in a penthouse and play video games all day?"
"Because it amuses me. Because I have the money to spare." He allowed his fingers to wander to the curly mass of hair, twining through gently. "Perhaps I'm merely an eccentric old man. Perhaps I'm trying to simply experience something I've never had. Perhaps I've never had the pleasure of watching a beautiful boy enjoy himself. No, not merely enjoy. *Indulge* himself by playing games and eating junk food and watching movies." He smiled and tugged a lock of hair. "Or swimming."
"You're paying me to be your son?"
No.
Morgan traced Kal's earlobe. "Or, perhaps I'm not quite ready to have you yet," he answered in lieu of an out and out denial.
"I'm ready for you."
"No. You're not."
Kal lifted his chin defiantly and said, "It's not like I haven't had sex before. And I really like sucking cock. I want to suck yours."
Morgan looked at Kal through narrowed eyes. He just might mean that last bit. After all, Kal had been very enthusiastic in tackling the line of men back at Atlantis. It wasn't so inconceivable to think that he enjoyed it, and, perhaps, even less so that he might want Morgan's.
But, at the same time, there was such tension in him. Not quite fear, but Kal wasn't comfortable in his own skin, not when he was around Morgan. And Morgan had bedded enough skittish virgins to know it was only fun when their desire over road their nervousness. Every movement Kal made while trying to seduce Morgan clearly screamed his willingness to put up with being fucked, but only with a firm resolve not to enjoy it.
"You said you've only been taken by one other man," Morgan said. "Tell me about it."
With a roll of his eyes, Kal threw himself back on the bed. "What is your problem? I'm young, I'm beautiful, and I'm *horny*."
Deliberately, and none too gently, Morgan cupped Kal's ass. His thumb worked its way through the well muscled cheeks until it came in contact with the entrance. When he pressed, Kal gasped and stiffened, fingers ripping at the sheets. His face contorted with something akin to pain, and every muscle screamed.
It was, actually, beautiful. But not what Morgan wanted.
"Sorry," Kal gasped when Morgan pulled away. "I wasn't ready."
"No, you're not ready," Morgan agreed readily. He wiped his hand on his handkerchief; once again, Kal had applied lubricant in an attempt to seduce him. "Tell me about your first time."
"Jesus," Kal swore. He pulled a pillow on top of him and sat up. "I met this guy at a club. A few nights after I got my first blow job. And he wanted to fuck me, so I figured ... if I was going to be gay, I might as well be gay all the way, right? So I went into the alley with him. He pulled my pants down and jacked me a little, and we rubbed against each other for a bit. Then he told me to turn around, and he put a condom on. Then he stuck a finger in my ass and stretched me a little, then he started fucking me." Kal shrugged. "It was uncomfortable and felt weird. After he came, he pulled out and sort of bit my neck. Said I was a good fuck, and then he left."
Typical. "He didn't even make sure you got off?"
Kal shrugged and avoided meeting Morgan's eyes as he said, "I wasn't hard anymore. And he had to leave."
"You hated it."
"I hated it."
Morgan stroked his thigh, wanting nothing more than to push him to a bed and show him what it could be like. Instead, he merely asked, "Then why do you want me to take you so badly?"
"You're paying me," Kal said flatly. "What I like or don't like doesn't matter."
"It matters to me." Morgan placed his hand on the nape of Kal's neck and pulled him forward.
Startled, Kal's eyes went wide. He didn't move when Morgan kissed him, softly at first, then with more force. He licked at Kal's mouth until his lips parted. Delicately, he slid his tongue inside, tasting and teasing. He nipped and sucked at the full lips until Kal moaned and surged into Morgan. His hands gripped at Morgan's shirt and he began kiss Morgan back with passion. With need and heat.
He also kissed like someone who'd never really had a good kiss. Morgan notched his estimation of Kal's age back from seventeen to early sixteen. A sheltered sixteen who'd left an even more inexperienced girlfriend back home.
Threading his fingers through Kal's hair, Morgan took control of the kiss. Kal was not easily subdued, to eager in his exploration and caught up in the sensation of being touched, but Morgan had years of experience on him. He tamed Kal, slowed the pace until their mouths met leisurely with no hurry. Tongues danced with each other, brushing together before pulling away to explore other areas. Teeth were used to nip gently, to pull. Morgan showed Kal how to use tongue, teeth, and lips to tease along the bottom lip, and allowed a gratified noise escape his throat when Kal performed the action on Morgan.
Finally, breathless and a little light headed, Morgan pulled away. The kiss, or, rather, kisses had gone on longer than he'd intended. But, then, Kal was delectable and so eager. And he'd genuinely enjoyed it, judging by his flushed face and swollen lips.
"I want you to relax," Morgan said. He rose and stood above Kal, gazing down at him. "Stop looking over your shoulder and worrying about what I am going to do. When I want you, you'll know. Until then, accept what you are being given."
Kal licked his lips and sat up, pillow still firmly held over his lap. "You're paying me ..."
"To indulge yourself. To not have to worry about being caught by the police or found by your parents."
A shutter closed over Kal's face and he said, "They won't look for me. I'm not worried about them."
"Of course not," Morgan said with an ironic smile. He touched Kal's face again. "I want you in my bed, Kal, but not yet."
"Then when?"
His smile turned whimsical and he bent forward so he could whisper in Kal's ear. "When you beg me," he whispered. "When you're so desperate for me to fuck you, you can't control yourself anymore. When you're on your hands and knees, begging for me to take you, when it feels as if you won't be able to live without me inside you, fucking you, taking you, making you mine and making you come harder than you've ever come in your entire life. And when you've reached that point, where every muscle in your quivers with the need to be filled ..."
"You'll fuck me?" Kal said breathlessly. He turned his head, lips brushing over Morgan's temple.
"I'll take you," Morgan agreed. "Over and over again, until all there has ever been in your life is me." With a quick movement, he kissed Kal once more, then left the bedroom, leaving Kal to think about his words.
TBC
Kal spent the next three days avoiding Morgan. Despite his plea for Morgan to remain near him the night he'd fallen ill, Kal seemed indifferent, almost angry, at the fact he was still in the apartment the next day. On entering the kitchen and finding Morgan comfortably ensconced at the table with a pastry, coffee, and paper, Kal hesitated, almost frozen. He ignored Morgan's polite, "Good morning," although it seemed to spur him into action.
With a defiant lift in his head, Kal swept past Morgan into the kitchen. He grabbed a donut, cup of coffee, then left once more. When Morgan entered the living room an hour later, Kal was curled on the couch, playing video games. He didn't acknowledge Morgan's presence with even a twitch of his eyebrow when Morgan informed Kal he was leaving for the day.
Amused at Kal's behavior, Morgan called Quentin and instructed him to move Morgan's clothes and personal items from his apartments to the penthouse. Normally, he didn't live in the penthouse. It was for show. For entertaining. For making a point to those who would question or challenge his authority or place in Metropolis. He only used it once every few weeks or so; the rest of the time, it was vacant and Morgan lived in a smaller, more secure apartment.
When all was said and done, Morgan was a private man. He'd never been married, never lived with a lover for longer than a few weeks. The two times Lillian had been pregnant, Morgan had lived at the Luthor residence. He'd stayed until Lex was one and a half, which was when Lionel had politely suggested it wouldn't do to confuse the boy too much.
Julian hadn't even made it half so long. And Lillian had been so weak and depressed after Julian's birth, Morgan had taken over everything, unwilling to allow his child to be left to the tender mercies of a hired nurse. He fed, rocked, cuddled, and changed that child for nearly three months, leaving Quentin to run his organization and report back to him.
And then, the crime world was thrown into something of an uproar. Morgan was called away, and, three nights later, when he'd finally been able to return, Julian was dead.
His stay at the Luthor's was the longest time Morgan had lived with anyone his entire adult life. Briefly, he wondered how long Kal would be in his life. And what it was, exactly, that he wanted from this boy.
But, in the long run, it was best not to think about it too deeply. Instead, he acted, moving into the penthouse and then going about his business as if nothing had changed.
The second day, Kal was gone when Morgan woke up. A brief glance at the security cameras revealed the boy sleekly gliding through the cool waters of the indoor pool. Kal was naked either because he knew the cameras were trained on him or he had no suit, Morgan didn't know. Nor did he care. He simply made a call, had the pool closed for the day, and sat back to watch Kal swim. All in all, it was a very enjoyable afternoon.
The third day found Kal gone once more. It was, of course, easy for Kal to avoid contact with Morgan. Morgan left for his clubs at four every afternoon, making the rounds until he wound up at the Atlantis. Then, from the office, he made calls and met with people who represented various aspects of his organization. Most days, he was not home until nearly five, where he ate a light snack before going to bed. Since moving in, Kal had begun keeping more normal hours again, crashing around two in the morning and rising by ten.
A change in schedule was obviously warranted. He didn't want to make it this easy for Kal to avoid him.
On the third day, Morgan rose around eleven and ran some errands. When he returned, he found Quentin back against the wall. One of Kal's legs was wedged between his, and Kal was nibbling his neck, whispering.
"Then I'll drop to my knees and suck you until your eyes cross from the feeling," Kal's throaty voice floated across the room.
Intrigued, Morgan closed the door quietly and leaned against it.
Kal's blue-green eyes snapped up at the noise. They met Morgan's, and his lips curled. White teeth sank into tanned flesh, and Quentin let out a strangled sound.
"Then I'll fuck you," Kal said. "I'll pour oil on my hands, on my chest. I'll stroke my cock until it's hard and glistening and you just want it so bad. You want to feel it in you, and I'll put it right ... right on the entrance and hold it. You'll be desperate, and you'll beg me, but I won't give it to you until you start pushing yourself down on me, tugging my hips until the tip of my cock slides in, stretching you." Kal ripped Quentin's shirt open. One hand slid down Quentin's chest and slipped beneath his waistband.
Morgan crossed his arms over his chest and raised and eyebrow.
"Then, after you've pushed down further, begging me, sobbing my name because you know how fucking good I'll feel, I'll hold you down on the bed, pressing your face into the bed. You won't be able to move, Quentin. You'll be at my mercy. I'll hold you down, and I'll fuck you." Beneath the tented fabric of Quentin's trousers, Kal's hand moved in one vicious movement.
There was a loud cry as Quentin came. His blunt nails scraped down Kal's skin and his knees went weak as the fabric grew damp.
Laughing, Kal pulled his hand out and licked his hand free. His eyes never left Morgan's as he said, "Hey."
Flustered, Quentin forced himself to his feet and pulled his shirt tightly around him. "Morgan. I ..."
"I think you should go change," Morgan said evenly. "You're supposed to be following Lois Lane tonight."
"Yes, sir." With a flustered look at Kal, Quentin ran his hands over his hair and walked swiftly across the room.
Kal just smirked and vanished.
"Quentin."
Quentin stopped, hand on the door. Fear and guilt drenched his features. "Yes, sir?"
"If he succeeds in getting you into bed, tape it for me."
"Yes, sir," he said with something like relief. Then he left.
Morgan hung up his coat and went to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Despite himself, he needed a moment before he felt ready to face Kal. The boy was damn seductive, and if Morgan didn’t watch himself, he was going to end up being seduced instead of the other way around.
When he felt calm, he went to his bedroom. Kal was stretched across the bed, naked. One hand played almost idly with his nipples; the other was wrapped around one of the bars of the headboard, tugging at it experimentally.
"You angry with me?" Kal asked when Morgan entered.
Morgan crossed the room to his dresser. He removed his tie and set it on the dresser. As he turned to face Kal, he undid the first few buttons of his shirt. "I never said you were not allowed to sleep with anyone else. You may have sex with anyone you wish so long as you are safe."
Kal's eyes darkened and he sat up. "Why am I here?" he demanded.
"Because I'm paying you."
"What are you paying me for? Why won't you fuck me? Or touch me? Don't you want me?" He paused, looking at Morgan closely, confusion and frustration written across his face. When Morgan said nothing, Kal growled and said, "I don't get you. You're paying a lot of money for the privilege, so why won't you take it?"
He smiled and touched Kal's cheek gently. "Who ever said I was paying you for sex?"
Kal's mouth feel open to retort angrily. Then he stopped, eyes narrowed. Color flooded his cheeks and he replied, "Why ... why else would you? I mean, you sent that guy into the bathroom that night so you could watch me suck him off. You hired me right after I did that. You ... you wanted me to live in your apartment, and you're *paying* me. Why would you pay me to live in a penthouse and play video games all day?"
"Because it amuses me. Because I have the money to spare." He allowed his fingers to wander to the curly mass of hair, twining through gently. "Perhaps I'm merely an eccentric old man. Perhaps I'm trying to simply experience something I've never had. Perhaps I've never had the pleasure of watching a beautiful boy enjoy himself. No, not merely enjoy. *Indulge* himself by playing games and eating junk food and watching movies." He smiled and tugged a lock of hair. "Or swimming."
"You're paying me to be your son?"
No.
Morgan traced Kal's earlobe. "Or, perhaps I'm not quite ready to have you yet," he answered in lieu of an out and out denial.
"I'm ready for you."
"No. You're not."
Kal lifted his chin defiantly and said, "It's not like I haven't had sex before. And I really like sucking cock. I want to suck yours."
Morgan looked at Kal through narrowed eyes. He just might mean that last bit. After all, Kal had been very enthusiastic in tackling the line of men back at Atlantis. It wasn't so inconceivable to think that he enjoyed it, and, perhaps, even less so that he might want Morgan's.
But, at the same time, there was such tension in him. Not quite fear, but Kal wasn't comfortable in his own skin, not when he was around Morgan. And Morgan had bedded enough skittish virgins to know it was only fun when their desire over road their nervousness. Every movement Kal made while trying to seduce Morgan clearly screamed his willingness to put up with being fucked, but only with a firm resolve not to enjoy it.
"You said you've only been taken by one other man," Morgan said. "Tell me about it."
With a roll of his eyes, Kal threw himself back on the bed. "What is your problem? I'm young, I'm beautiful, and I'm *horny*."
Deliberately, and none too gently, Morgan cupped Kal's ass. His thumb worked its way through the well muscled cheeks until it came in contact with the entrance. When he pressed, Kal gasped and stiffened, fingers ripping at the sheets. His face contorted with something akin to pain, and every muscle screamed.
It was, actually, beautiful. But not what Morgan wanted.
"Sorry," Kal gasped when Morgan pulled away. "I wasn't ready."
"No, you're not ready," Morgan agreed readily. He wiped his hand on his handkerchief; once again, Kal had applied lubricant in an attempt to seduce him. "Tell me about your first time."
"Jesus," Kal swore. He pulled a pillow on top of him and sat up. "I met this guy at a club. A few nights after I got my first blow job. And he wanted to fuck me, so I figured ... if I was going to be gay, I might as well be gay all the way, right? So I went into the alley with him. He pulled my pants down and jacked me a little, and we rubbed against each other for a bit. Then he told me to turn around, and he put a condom on. Then he stuck a finger in my ass and stretched me a little, then he started fucking me." Kal shrugged. "It was uncomfortable and felt weird. After he came, he pulled out and sort of bit my neck. Said I was a good fuck, and then he left."
Typical. "He didn't even make sure you got off?"
Kal shrugged and avoided meeting Morgan's eyes as he said, "I wasn't hard anymore. And he had to leave."
"You hated it."
"I hated it."
Morgan stroked his thigh, wanting nothing more than to push him to a bed and show him what it could be like. Instead, he merely asked, "Then why do you want me to take you so badly?"
"You're paying me," Kal said flatly. "What I like or don't like doesn't matter."
"It matters to me." Morgan placed his hand on the nape of Kal's neck and pulled him forward.
Startled, Kal's eyes went wide. He didn't move when Morgan kissed him, softly at first, then with more force. He licked at Kal's mouth until his lips parted. Delicately, he slid his tongue inside, tasting and teasing. He nipped and sucked at the full lips until Kal moaned and surged into Morgan. His hands gripped at Morgan's shirt and he began kiss Morgan back with passion. With need and heat.
He also kissed like someone who'd never really had a good kiss. Morgan notched his estimation of Kal's age back from seventeen to early sixteen. A sheltered sixteen who'd left an even more inexperienced girlfriend back home.
Threading his fingers through Kal's hair, Morgan took control of the kiss. Kal was not easily subdued, to eager in his exploration and caught up in the sensation of being touched, but Morgan had years of experience on him. He tamed Kal, slowed the pace until their mouths met leisurely with no hurry. Tongues danced with each other, brushing together before pulling away to explore other areas. Teeth were used to nip gently, to pull. Morgan showed Kal how to use tongue, teeth, and lips to tease along the bottom lip, and allowed a gratified noise escape his throat when Kal performed the action on Morgan.
Finally, breathless and a little light headed, Morgan pulled away. The kiss, or, rather, kisses had gone on longer than he'd intended. But, then, Kal was delectable and so eager. And he'd genuinely enjoyed it, judging by his flushed face and swollen lips.
"I want you to relax," Morgan said. He rose and stood above Kal, gazing down at him. "Stop looking over your shoulder and worrying about what I am going to do. When I want you, you'll know. Until then, accept what you are being given."
Kal licked his lips and sat up, pillow still firmly held over his lap. "You're paying me ..."
"To indulge yourself. To not have to worry about being caught by the police or found by your parents."
A shutter closed over Kal's face and he said, "They won't look for me. I'm not worried about them."
"Of course not," Morgan said with an ironic smile. He touched Kal's face again. "I want you in my bed, Kal, but not yet."
"Then when?"
His smile turned whimsical and he bent forward so he could whisper in Kal's ear. "When you beg me," he whispered. "When you're so desperate for me to fuck you, you can't control yourself anymore. When you're on your hands and knees, begging for me to take you, when it feels as if you won't be able to live without me inside you, fucking you, taking you, making you mine and making you come harder than you've ever come in your entire life. And when you've reached that point, where every muscle in your quivers with the need to be filled ..."
"You'll fuck me?" Kal said breathlessly. He turned his head, lips brushing over Morgan's temple.
"I'll take you," Morgan agreed. "Over and over again, until all there has ever been in your life is me." With a quick movement, he kissed Kal once more, then left the bedroom, leaving Kal to think about his words.
TBC
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Date: 2004-07-13 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-13 02:11 pm (UTC)Why, thank you. :)
please continue soon hun
As soon as I'm able, I promise.
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Date: 2004-07-13 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-14 09:02 am (UTC)I like how Clark can be so tough and so insecure all at once.
I just love how out of his element he is. He thought he had it all figured out, but Morgan's changing the rules on him. :)
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Date: 2004-07-13 03:35 pm (UTC)And sweet! Did I mention sweet?
You've made Morgan very sympathetic to me.
Lovely.
*must try and be patient for next chapter*
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-07-14 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-13 10:31 pm (UTC)I also love your portrayal of Morgan, the way you are giving him depth and giving us a glimpse into him. It also helps that I adore Rutger Hauer.
Carry on the excellent work *g*
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Date: 2004-07-14 12:01 pm (UTC)Thank you! I always feel stumped as to how to make anything but sex hot, but it seems like I'm doing a good job. I'm really happy.
I also love your portrayal of Morgan, the way you are giving him depth and giving us a glimpse into him. It also helps that I adore Rutger Hauer.
Morgan is *such* a facinating character, I really wish he'd been given more screen time. His interactions with both Kal and Lionel were so full of hidden depth and life, and I really want to see it explored more in fanfic. And I, too, love Rutger Hauer and am really enjoying writing him. :)