Kal/Morgan WIP
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An alien. Kal was an alien. A bulletproof, super fast, heartbreakingly beautiful alien.
And he belonged to Morgan.
Morgan smiled softly and pushed some hair that was stuck to Kal's face. The boy was fast asleep, his cheeks flushed, mouth open slightly. His lips were still dark red from Morgan's kisses, but his skin was smooth and perfect. Unmarked.
A cold shudder wracked Morgan's body, and he palmed the spot where Jeffries had tried to shoot Kal. Had shot Kal, in fact. Even though Morgan had seen images of Kal being shot before, this was the first time he'd had to witness it and, frankly, he'd been terrified.
But the bullet had bounced off, and now Jeffries was gone. His organization had collapsed neatly back into Morgan's. And, thanks to Sam Phelan, Morgan's employees, and a cadre of top rate lawyers, Jeffries would be written off as missing, and no one would question Morgan.
He sighed softly and touched Kal's parted lips softly. The terror he'd felt when Jeffries had fired, he anger he'd had towards the man, he satisfaction at seeing his head explode when Morgan had shot him. None of that should have happened. Morgan should have felt nothing but the coldness of duty. Morgan had had lovers before. He'd even had lovers threatened before. But he'd never felt this fear. This ache at the thought of losing them.
The worst part was, losing Kal was inevitable. Morgan knew that. He'd known that since the day he'd hired Kal. The boy was sixteen years old. He was a runaway from Smallville. He loved his parents, and his parents were good people. Morgan had investigated the Kents thoroughly after he'd found them. They were decent, honest people who worked on their farm, were active in their community, who'd never been accused as so much looking at Kal--Clark--wrong, much less abusing him. And while they may not be thrilled their only son was gay, from what Kal had told him, he hadn't been out when he'd left home.
And accident had forced Kal to leave. And explosion of some type that Morgan assumed Kal had caused. And that explosion had caused his mother to miscarriage. Morgan could understand why Kal had felt unable to stay.
But, eventually, Kal would realize that he couldn’t stay in Metropolis. That he was meant for something better than the life of a whore. And while Morgan never regretted his decision to rule the Metropolis underworld, he knew it wasn't for Kal. Morgan had been born into the life, had seen death a hundred times over by the time he was Kal's age. Kal had too much of his parents in him to take Morgan's crown.
That didn't, however, mean Morgan had to relinquish his grasp on Kal just yet.
Morgan shifted his body closer to Kal's. They were both still naked, although Kal had cleaned them both last night after their frantic joining. Kal's legs were tangled in Morgan's, one arm slung over Morgan's hip, hand resting almost possessively on the small of Morgan's back.
He was so beautiful. Every bit of him perfect. Even the crooked teeth added to his beauty rather than detracted. They humanized his face, somehow, and made his perfection stand out against the slight flaws.
The scar was the only detractor, but Morgan didn't care. Kal did. It was obvious he hated it, resented it, and Morgan wondered how he'd come by it. It looked painful, but didn't actually hurt apparently. Morgan was allowed to touch it now, and Kal had touched it without pain before.
Kal stirred suddenly, mumbling something Morgan didn’t catch. His brow furrowed, and Kal twisted, panicked.
"Mom!" he called, and started awake, eyes wide and disoriented. He panted as he looked around in confusion before his eyes settled on Morgan.
"Good morning," Morgan said softly.
"Hey." Kal stretched in Morgan's arms and gently rolled his head from side to side. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long." He bent down and lightly kissed Kal. "Did you sleep well?"
Kal nodded and kissed Morgan back. "I slept a lot yesterday, but I couldn't rest. I was too worried."
"I was worried about you as well," Morgan said as casually as he could manage. He tucked a lock of hair behind Kal's ear.
"Why? I mean, you knew I was fine."
"I know. And yet, there was a part of me that was afraid you'd have a sort of delayed reaction to being shot. Or that someone from Jeffries's gang would come after you. Or that. Or that you'd leave me."
Kal licked his lips. "Because you shot someone?"
Morgan nodded.
A serious expression fell over Kal's face. He chewed on his lower lip, fingers trailing lightly over Morgan's back. "I went home," he finally said. "When you told me to go at the club, I just ran. And went home." He met Morgan's eyes briefly before averting them again. "I saw Mom. I m-miss her. I d-didn't even say good-bye when I left, she was in the h-hospital, and I." He broke off and rubbed his eyes. "But they don’t want me back, and I don't blame them. And I was worried about you. I had to know that you were all right." Kal blinked, and startled eyes met Morgan's. "It's not about the money. It wasn't about making sure... I was worried about you."
"I know." And he did. Whores, of course, were supposed to lie and say pretty things to please their johns. It was what they were paid for. But Kal didn't possess a glib enough tongue; he was too earnest, and too open. It was gratifying to know that the boy truly cared about him. Terrifying, too.
Morgan sighed and traced Kal's lips. "You can leave, you know. You're not under contract, and don't have any obligations. I pay you, but you have all the power here."
"Where would I go?"
"You could go home. I'm sure they'd take you back."
Kal's eyes darkened and he shook his head. "If what I did wasn't bad enough, what I've done since then would be. My father would never understand and I. I wouldn’t want Mom to know."
He thought about saying something, but didn't. Kal would make his own decisions; Morgan didn't need to guide him in either direction.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Kal asked suddenly. His arms tightened around Morgan and he looked insecure.
"No." Morgan kissed him softly, reveling in the feeling of Kal's lips. "Not at all."
Kal put his hand on the back of Morgan's head, keeping him where he was. His mouth opened and his tongue lightly traced Morgan's lips, exploring.
Heat spread through Morgan's body leaving him heavy and aroused. It amazed him how quickly Kal could get him to this point. It wasn't that his own sex drive had been waning, but there was nothing like a younger man in your bed to wake you up.
The phone rang.
"Damn it," Morgan growled, pulling away. He grabbed it from the nightstand. "Yes?"
"It's Quentin. LuthorCorp's gone under."
That was certainly a quick was to cool his adore. Morgan sat up, feeling a bit numb. "What?"
"The press conference is in ten minutes. I just got the news. Apparently the deal somehow went south, and Lane Enterprises has absorbed LuthorCorp utterly."
Morgan swallowed the "that's impossible" that was resting on his tongue. Because it had happened, it had been possible from the start, and Morgan had known it. Had, in fact, tried to warn Lionel several times that something like this might happen, only to have his concerns brushed aside.
And now it had happened. The unthinkable had occurred. LuthorCorp was no more.
"Where's Lex?" he managed through a very dry mouth.
"I'm not sure."
"You don't *know*?" Morgan asked sharply.
Kal sat up and put his hand on Morgan's shoulder. He looked worried.
"I don't think he's with his father," was Quentin's reply.
Morgan got out of bed and crossed the room. "Send someone to find Lex. Bring the car around. I want to go to Lionel's penthouse. Put everyone on alert."
"Yes, sir."
Morgan hung up and turned to Kal. "You know what Lex Luthor looks like?"
Kal nodded, eyes wide. "What happened? Is he dead?"
"No. LuthorCorp went under. The boy is very emotional and tends towards depression. This was his deal, and I'm afraid of what he'll do now that it's gone so utterly wrong."
"What do you want me to do?" Kal climbed from bed and pulled on his shirt.
"Find him. Keep and eye on him. Intervene should he be doing anything dangerous."
"Okay." He crossed the room to Morgan and kissed him. "Are you okay?"
Morgan put his hands on Kal's hips and held him close for a moment. "I helped build that company. I've been friends with Lionel since birth. I've killed for him, stolen for him, bled for him." He rested his forehead against Clark's. "I was there when he went away to college, when he took over his first company, when he made his first million. I've been there every step of the way, and now all we worked for, all we struggled and bled and sinned for is gone." He squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of helpless anger washed over him. "And for what? Because of what? Lionel's hubris. His stupidity. His arrogance, or his ..."
"His carelessness," Kal said softly. He touched his lips to Morgan's. "You warned him, Morgan. You told him this might happen, and he didn't care. Why?"
Ah, but there was the question. This wasn't a matter of the company being lost so much as Lionel throwing it away. Why? What was his game?
"Lionel doesn't strike me as the kind of man to make a gamble like this and lose," Kal said.
"You're right." Morgan carded his fingers through Kal's hair and kissed him. "You're right. He has something up his sleeve, something bigger than all this." He pulled away. "I just need to figure out why he threw his multi-million dollar corporation out the window." For a moment, he stared sightlessly past Kal, tapping his fingers against the warm skin of his neck. Then, he shook himself and said, "I need to go. And so do you."
Kal nodded. "I'll find him. I promise," he said. He kissed Morgan once more, then he was gone.
"Oh, Lionel," Morgan sighed, speaking to an empty room. "What on earth are you scheming now?"
TBC
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Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
An alien. Kal was an alien. A bulletproof, super fast, heartbreakingly beautiful alien.
And he belonged to Morgan.
Morgan smiled softly and pushed some hair that was stuck to Kal's face. The boy was fast asleep, his cheeks flushed, mouth open slightly. His lips were still dark red from Morgan's kisses, but his skin was smooth and perfect. Unmarked.
A cold shudder wracked Morgan's body, and he palmed the spot where Jeffries had tried to shoot Kal. Had shot Kal, in fact. Even though Morgan had seen images of Kal being shot before, this was the first time he'd had to witness it and, frankly, he'd been terrified.
But the bullet had bounced off, and now Jeffries was gone. His organization had collapsed neatly back into Morgan's. And, thanks to Sam Phelan, Morgan's employees, and a cadre of top rate lawyers, Jeffries would be written off as missing, and no one would question Morgan.
He sighed softly and touched Kal's parted lips softly. The terror he'd felt when Jeffries had fired, he anger he'd had towards the man, he satisfaction at seeing his head explode when Morgan had shot him. None of that should have happened. Morgan should have felt nothing but the coldness of duty. Morgan had had lovers before. He'd even had lovers threatened before. But he'd never felt this fear. This ache at the thought of losing them.
The worst part was, losing Kal was inevitable. Morgan knew that. He'd known that since the day he'd hired Kal. The boy was sixteen years old. He was a runaway from Smallville. He loved his parents, and his parents were good people. Morgan had investigated the Kents thoroughly after he'd found them. They were decent, honest people who worked on their farm, were active in their community, who'd never been accused as so much looking at Kal--Clark--wrong, much less abusing him. And while they may not be thrilled their only son was gay, from what Kal had told him, he hadn't been out when he'd left home.
And accident had forced Kal to leave. And explosion of some type that Morgan assumed Kal had caused. And that explosion had caused his mother to miscarriage. Morgan could understand why Kal had felt unable to stay.
But, eventually, Kal would realize that he couldn’t stay in Metropolis. That he was meant for something better than the life of a whore. And while Morgan never regretted his decision to rule the Metropolis underworld, he knew it wasn't for Kal. Morgan had been born into the life, had seen death a hundred times over by the time he was Kal's age. Kal had too much of his parents in him to take Morgan's crown.
That didn't, however, mean Morgan had to relinquish his grasp on Kal just yet.
Morgan shifted his body closer to Kal's. They were both still naked, although Kal had cleaned them both last night after their frantic joining. Kal's legs were tangled in Morgan's, one arm slung over Morgan's hip, hand resting almost possessively on the small of Morgan's back.
He was so beautiful. Every bit of him perfect. Even the crooked teeth added to his beauty rather than detracted. They humanized his face, somehow, and made his perfection stand out against the slight flaws.
The scar was the only detractor, but Morgan didn't care. Kal did. It was obvious he hated it, resented it, and Morgan wondered how he'd come by it. It looked painful, but didn't actually hurt apparently. Morgan was allowed to touch it now, and Kal had touched it without pain before.
Kal stirred suddenly, mumbling something Morgan didn’t catch. His brow furrowed, and Kal twisted, panicked.
"Mom!" he called, and started awake, eyes wide and disoriented. He panted as he looked around in confusion before his eyes settled on Morgan.
"Good morning," Morgan said softly.
"Hey." Kal stretched in Morgan's arms and gently rolled his head from side to side. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long." He bent down and lightly kissed Kal. "Did you sleep well?"
Kal nodded and kissed Morgan back. "I slept a lot yesterday, but I couldn't rest. I was too worried."
"I was worried about you as well," Morgan said as casually as he could manage. He tucked a lock of hair behind Kal's ear.
"Why? I mean, you knew I was fine."
"I know. And yet, there was a part of me that was afraid you'd have a sort of delayed reaction to being shot. Or that someone from Jeffries's gang would come after you. Or that. Or that you'd leave me."
Kal licked his lips. "Because you shot someone?"
Morgan nodded.
A serious expression fell over Kal's face. He chewed on his lower lip, fingers trailing lightly over Morgan's back. "I went home," he finally said. "When you told me to go at the club, I just ran. And went home." He met Morgan's eyes briefly before averting them again. "I saw Mom. I m-miss her. I d-didn't even say good-bye when I left, she was in the h-hospital, and I." He broke off and rubbed his eyes. "But they don’t want me back, and I don't blame them. And I was worried about you. I had to know that you were all right." Kal blinked, and startled eyes met Morgan's. "It's not about the money. It wasn't about making sure... I was worried about you."
"I know." And he did. Whores, of course, were supposed to lie and say pretty things to please their johns. It was what they were paid for. But Kal didn't possess a glib enough tongue; he was too earnest, and too open. It was gratifying to know that the boy truly cared about him. Terrifying, too.
Morgan sighed and traced Kal's lips. "You can leave, you know. You're not under contract, and don't have any obligations. I pay you, but you have all the power here."
"Where would I go?"
"You could go home. I'm sure they'd take you back."
Kal's eyes darkened and he shook his head. "If what I did wasn't bad enough, what I've done since then would be. My father would never understand and I. I wouldn’t want Mom to know."
He thought about saying something, but didn't. Kal would make his own decisions; Morgan didn't need to guide him in either direction.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Kal asked suddenly. His arms tightened around Morgan and he looked insecure.
"No." Morgan kissed him softly, reveling in the feeling of Kal's lips. "Not at all."
Kal put his hand on the back of Morgan's head, keeping him where he was. His mouth opened and his tongue lightly traced Morgan's lips, exploring.
Heat spread through Morgan's body leaving him heavy and aroused. It amazed him how quickly Kal could get him to this point. It wasn't that his own sex drive had been waning, but there was nothing like a younger man in your bed to wake you up.
The phone rang.
"Damn it," Morgan growled, pulling away. He grabbed it from the nightstand. "Yes?"
"It's Quentin. LuthorCorp's gone under."
That was certainly a quick was to cool his adore. Morgan sat up, feeling a bit numb. "What?"
"The press conference is in ten minutes. I just got the news. Apparently the deal somehow went south, and Lane Enterprises has absorbed LuthorCorp utterly."
Morgan swallowed the "that's impossible" that was resting on his tongue. Because it had happened, it had been possible from the start, and Morgan had known it. Had, in fact, tried to warn Lionel several times that something like this might happen, only to have his concerns brushed aside.
And now it had happened. The unthinkable had occurred. LuthorCorp was no more.
"Where's Lex?" he managed through a very dry mouth.
"I'm not sure."
"You don't *know*?" Morgan asked sharply.
Kal sat up and put his hand on Morgan's shoulder. He looked worried.
"I don't think he's with his father," was Quentin's reply.
Morgan got out of bed and crossed the room. "Send someone to find Lex. Bring the car around. I want to go to Lionel's penthouse. Put everyone on alert."
"Yes, sir."
Morgan hung up and turned to Kal. "You know what Lex Luthor looks like?"
Kal nodded, eyes wide. "What happened? Is he dead?"
"No. LuthorCorp went under. The boy is very emotional and tends towards depression. This was his deal, and I'm afraid of what he'll do now that it's gone so utterly wrong."
"What do you want me to do?" Kal climbed from bed and pulled on his shirt.
"Find him. Keep and eye on him. Intervene should he be doing anything dangerous."
"Okay." He crossed the room to Morgan and kissed him. "Are you okay?"
Morgan put his hands on Kal's hips and held him close for a moment. "I helped build that company. I've been friends with Lionel since birth. I've killed for him, stolen for him, bled for him." He rested his forehead against Clark's. "I was there when he went away to college, when he took over his first company, when he made his first million. I've been there every step of the way, and now all we worked for, all we struggled and bled and sinned for is gone." He squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of helpless anger washed over him. "And for what? Because of what? Lionel's hubris. His stupidity. His arrogance, or his ..."
"His carelessness," Kal said softly. He touched his lips to Morgan's. "You warned him, Morgan. You told him this might happen, and he didn't care. Why?"
Ah, but there was the question. This wasn't a matter of the company being lost so much as Lionel throwing it away. Why? What was his game?
"Lionel doesn't strike me as the kind of man to make a gamble like this and lose," Kal said.
"You're right." Morgan carded his fingers through Kal's hair and kissed him. "You're right. He has something up his sleeve, something bigger than all this." He pulled away. "I just need to figure out why he threw his multi-million dollar corporation out the window." For a moment, he stared sightlessly past Kal, tapping his fingers against the warm skin of his neck. Then, he shook himself and said, "I need to go. And so do you."
Kal nodded. "I'll find him. I promise," he said. He kissed Morgan once more, then he was gone.
"Oh, Lionel," Morgan sighed, speaking to an empty room. "What on earth are you scheming now?"
TBC
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Date: 2004-07-23 09:35 pm (UTC)Hope
P.S. I changed the link on my pimp entry to include this update. *huggs*
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Date: 2004-07-24 07:32 am (UTC)And the cliffhanger got to me as well, I am full of suspense now, even though - after reading "Lex Luthor Ace Reporter" - the general drift of the story is known to me. I will reread LLAR right now. Thank you for writing this.
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Date: 2004-07-25 10:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm trying to add some new twists into the fic, so not everything is known 100%. But it's wonderful to hear that you're feeling like that,e ven knowing the outcome.
Thanks for the fb!
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Date: 2004-07-25 10:20 pm (UTC)You know, I just realized I'm having trouble with the time frame. How long before LLAR does this take place? I'm having trouble reconciling how long Clark was in Metropolis with how long it took Lex to crash and burn and then recover and make a life for himself. I realize Clark didn't just spend three months in Metropolis as he did in the show, but how long is it in this universe?
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Date: 2004-07-25 10:37 pm (UTC)I hope that helps!
*wow*
Date: 2004-07-26 04:11 am (UTC)*trying to be patient for more*
*hugstight*
Re: *wow*
Date: 2004-07-26 10:17 am (UTC)You do know that part 11 is up, right?
Thanks. :)