Kal/Morgan WIP
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serafina20One of these days I'm going to start COTW 47. I swear. Until then? Kal/Morgan fic.
Previous Parts
“Well, Morgan, you were right,” Lionel said when all the lawyers and press had finally left. He poured them each a cup of coffee then went to the couch to sit. “I should have paid closer attention to what my son was doing.”
Morgan eyed Lionel warily as he poured sugar into his coffee. Lionel seemed suitably frail and shaken by the events. All day, he’d had a bewildered air about him, as if he couldn’t quite understand what had happened and, at any moment, might start embarrassing himself by thinking there was nothing wrong with his company and demanding people leave him.
He hadn’t, of course. Lionel had, as always, conducted himself with grace and dignity. But everyone had been cognizant that he’d lost something important and it would be a long time before he would recover from the blow.
But Morgan knew Lionel. They’d played together as boys, conning old ladies out of candy and chocolate and toys. They’d seduced their schoolteachers, first into overlooking transgressions and later into their beds (well, the young and pretty ones, at any rate). They'd conned their way out of major crimes and talked their way out of any number of gang wars by turning everyone against each other until no one knew who had done what. Lionel was an accomplished actor, and Morgan wasn’t positive that this wasn’t all an act.
“Are you surprised?” Morgan asked. He crossed the room to join Lionel. “Lex is a smart boy, but he had both Lois and her father against him. He didn’t have the experience.”
“I thought he could handle it,” Lionel snapped waspishly. “I was wrong. What do you want me to do about it? Go back in time and make things right?”
“No, of course not. I simply fail to understand why you would have let Lex handle this undertaking alone when so much was at stake.”
“You are the last man I ever thought would doubt Lex. He’s your own flesh and blood, Morgan. Can’t you take one moment to defend him?”
Morgan held his tongue as anger surged around him. In this moment, Morgan could kill him. Happily. He could slit Lionel’s throat and be done with the man, because he was tired of Lionel and his attitude. Lex was only Morgan’s son now that he'd failed, and it wasn’t as if Morgan had never expected this from Lionel--because, Lord knows, he knew the moment he was asked to father Lionel’s children their faults would fall on his head-—but this hadn’t been Lex’s fault. The blame lay with Lionel.
But. Lionel was up to something. Killing him now, before Morgan truly understood, would do no good.
Exhaling slowly to release his anger, Morgan put his coffee cup on the table and leaned forward. “Lionel, you and I both know this is all bullshit,” he said, putting is cards on the table. “Lex lost the company, you wanted him to. All I want to know it why.”
A myriad of emotions flashed over Lionel before settling on offended shock. “You think I *wanted* this to happen?” he breathed. “You think that I wanted my company that I’ve committed murder for to fail? The company I’ve sweated and bled for, sacrificed my personal life, my wife, and my children so my name would live on for eternity? You think I wanted it to fall like a house of cards? What kind of a fool do you think I am?”
“I think you’re a fool who always has the ace up his sleeve, even if it means losing the biggest pot of the night,” Morgan replied softly. “You’ve been defeated--ruined today. You lost the company; your name is in shambles. But you played your hand badly. It was as if you gave a child who’d never played a game more difficult than Go Fish your seat for this hand, and you, Lionel, would never do that unless you knew something. I am your oldest friend. I am the father of your children. I think I have a right to know.”
Lionel smiled bitterly and shook his head. “Then know this, Morgan. I’m an old, stupid fool who thought that the magnificence I’ve seen in you since we were in diapers might magically display itself in your son. I wanted to believe he was all that you are, Morgan, but I am sorry to say he is not. And I take the blame for that.” Lionel passed a thin, fragile-looking hand over his eyes and sighed. “I’m tired. This has been a long and devastating day. You should go home and fuck your pretty toy. I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll come back tomorrow and see how you’re doing,” Morgan said as he rose.
Lionel’s smile was faint, and he looked a ghost of the man he normally was. “Thank you, my friend. You are too kind.”
On the way back home, Morgan called Quentin and asked him to find out exactly what Lionel had been up to lately. "Phone, bank, and computer records, and talk to everyone he's been in contact with," had been his orders. Lionel was up to something, and Morgan wanted to find out what.
Kal came home around midnight, looking discouraged and angry. He flung himself on Morgan's bed without saying a word and buried his face in a pillow.
"Did you find Lex?" Morgan asked, turning the news program he'd been watching on low.
He groaned and kicked his legs on the bed. "Sort of." His voice was muffled, so Morgan pulled the pillow out from under him.
"Sort of?"
Kal sighed and rolled over. "I saw him for a second, but he got away. He was with this blond man at a club. Lex was drinking, the guy wasn't. Anyway, the club was crowded, and I was working my way to them, but when I got there, they were gone. I'm sorry."
Morgan sighed and shook his head. "It's all right. As long as he's alive. There was a part of me that was afraid he'd tried to end his life over this."
"Is he really that bad?"
"He's never tried before, if that's what you mean. But his mood seems to swing more easily and more drastically lately. Ever since he hit puberty. Lionel hasn't helped matters at all. I just worry."
"You care about Lex, don't you?"
Morgan nodded and hoped Kal wouldn’t ask why. It wasn't something he wanted to get into; the issue was too complex.
"How was Lionel?"
"Fine. Shaken, but fine." He stretched on the bed next to Kal and stroked his forehead.
"How could he be shaken? He had to have known this was coming."
"I think it's an act." He kissed Kal's forehead. "I think that he knew this was coming and, for some reason, wanted to lose LuthorCorp. I just don't know what."
Kal slid his hand under Morgan's shirt. "Maybe he wanted Lane Enterprises to absorb his company so he could take over both of them."
"Why didn't he simply take over Lane Enterprises, then? It would have been easier."
"Maybe he didn't have the resources?"
"Maybe," Morgan said slowly. "I'll have to look into that," he said thoughtfully. "I generally don't look into LuthorCorp finances outside of their stock and public records, but I will. Perhaps Lionel is hiding."
"He seems the type."
"Oh, he is the type," Morgan assured Kal. Gently, he pushed Kal onto his back. "He's kept secrets all of his life. From his parents, from me, from the authorities. He keeps things from his stock holders and investors and anyone working for him."
"What about his son?" Kal asked softly.
A bitter smile came to Morgan's lips and he nodded. "Especially his son." For a moment, he toyed with the idea of telling Kal the truth about Lex's parentage. It would be a relief. Morgan had never told anyone about Lex and Julian, about the arrangement he'd made with Lionel. Kal wouldn’t tell anyone. He could do it.
But, he merely kissed Kal's pliant lips and kept his peace. He'd done so for twenty-one years now, and he could do it longer. Saying the words out loud would change nothing.
Kal kissed him back with wide-opened eyes. His fingers brushed over Morgan's face repeatedly, and his lithe young body pressed up into his. He almost seemed to be trying to memorize Morgan, or imprint him on his skin.
"Is something wrong?" Morgan asked, nuzzling Kal's temple.
"No," was the breathy response. Then, as large, warm hands smoothed up and down Morgan's back, he said, "I found a poster with my face on it today. Had to pay someone a hundred bucks not to call the number."
He sighed and continued to move slowly down Kal's face to his neck. "I thought I'd gotten them all."
"You knew?"
"Yes. One of my men saw them last week."
"Are you going to call?"
"And lose my most prized investment?" Morgan kissed Kal's lips, first upper, then lower, then his entire mouth, tongue dipping inside. "Never."
Kal pressed closer to Morgan, almost clutching him. "You are the best thing that's happened to me since I left home," he said. He kissed Morgan's chin, then neck, and then back up. "And I'm not saying that because of the money."
Morgan smiled and moved so Kal's head rested in the crook of his neck. Carding the thick, black hair, he whispered, "I know, Kal. And I feel the same way." Heaven help me, Morgan added silently.
"I'm a kind of failure as a prostitute, aren't I?" Kal asked.
"Why would you say that?"
"I'm not supposed to, like, care. Or do anything without demanding pay. Or ... whatever. Say things and mean it. I’m supposed to be jaded."
"I imagine it's hard to be jaded with your background," Morgan said. He combed Kal's hair and added, "You seem to come from a trusting family."
Kal snorted softly and pulled away. His shirt was tossed on the floor, quickly followed by his pants. He was wearing boxer briefs today, and Morgan admired the way they clung to him, showcasing his shapely ass.
"Yeah, well," Kal said, turning to Morgan to tug his clothes off. "They shouldn’t have trusted me."
"Why not?" Morgan allowed Kal to tug his shirt over his head.
"I'm dangerous." Kal pushed Morgan back against propped up pillows. His hands smoothed over Morgan's shoulders and down his arms, before traveling back up his arms and over Morgan's chest. When they met at Morgan's collarbone, Kal leaned in and lightly flicked his tongue in the hollow.
Morgan sighed softly and let his head fall back against the pillows. Kal's mouth was warm and wet, and he used his teeth liberally to tease Morgan's skin. The dull pain blossomed when those sharp, white teeth sank into his skin, and there was an answering throb in his cock.
Kal worked his way down Morgan's chest, kissing every inch. His tongue brushed lightly at the edge of his nipples, over his stomach, down into his navel. Everything was light and delicate, slowly spreading heat through Morgan's body, teasing him with the feather like touches. Then Kal would bite and pain would shoot through Morgan until he was in exquisite agony. Every nerve was one fire, his cock pressed against his trousers, and sweat slicked his body.
Kal's head moved further down Morgan's body. His hand slid up until his thumbs were circling Morgan's nipples. He circled them, his thumbs brushing the edges of Morgan's nipples, then slowly moved inward in a delightful tease. As he did this, Kal studiously worked to unbutton and unzip Morgan's slacks with his mouth. His face was twisted in concentration, and his missteps cased fabric to brush against Morgan's aching cock, teasing him even further.
He finally got the trousers undone. With one hand, Kal pulled Morgan's cock free of his underwear. He licked the tip carefully, cleaning the precome that had gathered there, then swallowed Morgan down.
Morgan sighed softly as he watched the full red lips enclose over his turgid flesh. In the beginning, this was the reason Morgan had been so drawn to Kal. The pouty lips that screamed "cocksucker". The way his throat worked as he sucked and swallowed. The tongue that bathed the underside of the cock, and licked up and down the length, bathing it. The concentration and energy that he put into the job, and the sheer bliss in his eyes when he raised them to whomever he was sucking at the moment.
And now, he only sucked Morgan. Morgan owned the lips and tongue and teeth that every so lightly grazed against too-sensitive flesh, causing Morgan to cry out, his entire body seizing.
Kal's slid a finger in his mouth and sucked that along with Morgan's cock. Then, he teased it out, trailing it down the length as Kal concentrated on sucking the head hard. Morgan was twisting his hips, pleasure radiating through him in waves. It built slowly, washing through him almost rhythmically. Each time Kal sucked, it surged just a little higher until it seemed as if an inferno was pooled at his groin, ready to explode.
The wet finger probed between Morgan's cheeks. Obligingly, he shifted, giving Kal access. He felt the start of surprise from the boy, and smiled. Whether Kal believed him or not, Morgan hadn't bought him for the sole purpose of fucking him; he rather enjoyed having someone inside him.
Kal's finger traced the sensitive pucker, and Morgan gasped. The end of the gasp turned into a grunt as the finger wormed inside. Kal worked slowly, fucking in and out in short jabs, opening Morgan, and building the heat further. Another finger wormed in, and Kal stretched, opening and closing Morgan's passage as he worked his way to Morgan's prostate.
Kal's fingers grazed against the nub. Morgan cried out hoarsely. Grinning around the blood-heavy cock in his mouth, Kal did it again, this time pressing hard.
A red haze swept over Morgan and he came. Kal continued to suck as his cock emptied itself in Kal's hot mouth. The fingers continued to fuck him hard and fast, causing stars to burst behind Morgan's eyes with each burst of pleasure.
"Kal," he sighed, sweaty and spent.
The boy crawled up Morgan's body, still exploring with lips and fingers. He kissed wetly up the center of Morgan's torso, tongue licking long, wet strips, semen mixed with saliva. He sucked rose red marks and bit purple-blood bruises on soft skin, his own cock heavy between his legs.
"Kal," Morgan whispered roughly. He reached between Kal's legs and took his cock in hand.
"Mmmm," Kal breathed. His mouth met Morgan's in a sloppy, wet kiss. He thrust slowly into Morgan's hand, tongue dipping in and out of Morgan's mouth in time. Kal teased his upper lip, then bit his bottom, sucking when blood welled from the puncture.
"You're such a good boy, Kal," Morgan said around Kal's tongue. "So good at sucking cock. So pretty with a cock in your mouth. With *my* cock in your mouth. Such a beautiful whore."
"Morgan," Kal said in a strangled whisper. He licked Morgan's jaw. One of his hands tugged at his nipples, breath coming hard. "Oh, God," he groaned when Morgan squeezed him. "I need you. Fuck me, please. Use me."
"I’m a little spent right now."
Kal whimpered, breathing harder as Morgan tugged his cock. "Please," he said pathetically. "Don't you want me? Can't I please you in some way? I want you to take me, lay me down and fuck me until I can't move, please. I need something."
Morgan's hand stilled, an idea coming to him. He pulled away from Kal. "Stay there," he said when Kal tried to follow him. He kicked his slacks off as he went to his closet and pulled a box from the top shelf. Inside was a large black dildo, complete with veins etched on the side and a round bulbous head. Morgan hadn't had a chance to use it in years.
Kal's eyes went wide when he saw it, and he moaned. "Yes," he hissed, hips twisting on the bed. "Yes, please." He rose to his hands and knees when Morgan came back and opened his mouth.
Morgan slid the hard plastic inside. Kal's eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed it down, sucking it as if it were a real cock. And Morgan fucked him with it as if it were, thrusting in and out, tilting it down until Kal had deep-throated it, and the fake balls rested against his bottom lips.
When it was all the way in his mouth, Kal opened his eyes. They begged Morgan even as his throat muscles worked around it.
"I should be taping you," Morgan sighed. He kept one hand on the dildo, moving it slowly in and out as he reached for the lubricant on the nightstand. "I could make a fortune on sex videos starring you. Hell, I could make a fortune letting my men fuck you for an hour or so instead of using this. You'd love it, wouldn't you, Kal? Love lying on the bed as a line of men walked into the room and fucked that’s sweet ass of yours. Plowed into the tight passage until you were so full you could barely move. And then, I'd take my pleasure."
Kal just groaned.
"Turn around." Morgan pulled the dildo out of Kal's mouth and spread the lube on it.
Kal complied, still on his hands and knees. He was facing the mirror on the other side of the room, now, face flushed, eyes glued to Morgan's.
With one lubed finger, Morgan traced the pucker of Kal's ass.
"Yes," Kal hissed as he slipped it inside. His eyes closed briefly, then snapped open again, as if he didn't want to miss what was happening.
"This might hurt," Morgan said, pulling his finger out. He pressed the head of the dildo against Kal's opening.
Kal shook his head. "I don't ca...are!" His voice ended in a shriek as Morgan forced the dildo inside him. He thrust until it was buried all the way, forcing the passage to open without stretching or preparation. "Oh, *fuck*," Kal swore, fingers tearing the bedspread. "Oh God. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me!" He wiggled around the cock, trying to get it to move.
Morgan complied. He fucked Kal with the dildo, forcing it in and out with no remorse. He moved without precision, not sure if he it Kal's prostate or not, and not caring. Kal's ass drew the toy in, clenching around it, flexing and stretching as Morgan fucked him.
And he was so beautiful. His hips moved back with each thrust, muscles working and stretching under tanned skin. Kal had to force his eyes to stay open and trained on the mirror, and he whined every time Morgan thrust, eyes rolling back. He shouted obscenities, encouraged Morgan to fuck him harder, tore at the bedspread. He panted and keened and whimpered as Morgan pushed harder and harder until he was pushing Kal forward with each thrust and his arms shook.
"Such a little slut," Morgan growled as he fucked Kal. "You'll fuck anything, won't you, my love? Man, machine, plastic. You don’t care, you just want sex, and God, Kal, you're so beautiful. So fucking gorgeous." He slammed the dildo home again.
With a terrific screech, Kal came. His cock twitched and sputtered as he did, head thrown back, eyes rolled into his head. Morgan watched as a look of blissful satisfaction washed over his face. Then, Kal lowered his head to the sheets.
"Oh, God, that was fantastic."
"It was," Morgan agreed. He pulled the dildo from Clark's ass and tossed it on the bed. Then, aroused and hard again, he shed his underwear, took Kal by the hips, and slid inside.
Kal jerked in surprise, and then let out a long sound that was somewhere between a moan and a keen. He struggled to lift his head again, but Morgan pushed him down. Clenching his fist in Kal's hair, he started fucking him.
"Harder," Kal begged.
Morgan ignored him and continued his slow slid in and out of Kal. The friction was delightful; he'd put a thin layer of lube on his cock before entering Kal, and there were still traces in Kal's passage from the dildo, but Kal still caught and held Morgan in places. One hand continued to hold Kal down, the other rubbed up and down his back, over his thighs, and then around to the spent cock to play.
"Oh, God." Kal's cock twitched when Morgan caressed it, then again when Morgan hit his prostate.
"I want you to come again, whore," Morgan ordered.
"Too soon."
Morgan shifted so he was hitting Kal's prostate in short, hard jabs. "*Come*," he demanded, yanking Kal's cock.
There was a moment of stillness, and then Morgan hit Kal just right. The boy convulsed, and his cock spat out some more fluid.
"Again."
Kal cried out as the assault on his prostate continued. Morgan caressed and stroked his cock relentlessly, attacking him from inside and out. He pulled two more tiny orgasms from Kal by stroking his cock before it became too sensitive for Morgan to touch. Then Morgan moved up and pressed into Kal's perineum. His hips moved in a rolling wave now, still brushing only Kal's prostate, so Kal was being teased both inside and out.
"Morgan," Kal sobbed. "Oh, God, it's too much. Too good. Oh. Oh. Oh!" He came again, cock twitching but producing nothing. His body was a limp, sweaty mass, and he could barely push himself off the bed. His glazed eyes gazed at Morgan in the mirror, ecstasy and exhaustion evident in his expression.
"Isn't this what you wanted, Kal?" Morgan asked, valiantly trying to hold off his orgasm. He was so close. So fucking close. "You wanted me to use you. To fuck you until you couldn't stand it anymore. Until you were limp and tired and couldn't do anything by lie there and be fucked, because you're my whore, and I can do what I want. I can fuck you until you faint, until unconsciousness overcomes you, and then keep fucking you until you wake again. Isn't that what you want?"
Kal licked his lips. "Yes," he whispered so softly Morgan could barely hear him. "Fuck me, Morgan. Use me. Use me like your dirty whore, like I'm nothing to you, like I'm a cheap thrill you picked up off the streets. Use me."
"I'll use you, Kal," Morgan said. He released Kal's hair and grasped his hips. "But it's not because I don't care."
The blue-green eyes lit. Struggling mightily, Kal forced himself to his hand and knees again. His arms and legs shook with exhaustion, his head stayed on the bed. With a deep breath, Kal pushed back onto Morgan's cock and squeezed around him.
The world exploded.
When Morgan became aware of his surrounding again, he found Kal curled next to him, asleep.
He smiled and kissed the boy's sweaty forehead. When he did, Kal's eyes opened.
"I wouldn’t let you use me if I didn't care about you," he said in a low voice.
"I know, Kal," Morgan replied. He kissed the swollen lips and repeated, "I know."
TBC
Previous Parts
“Well, Morgan, you were right,” Lionel said when all the lawyers and press had finally left. He poured them each a cup of coffee then went to the couch to sit. “I should have paid closer attention to what my son was doing.”
Morgan eyed Lionel warily as he poured sugar into his coffee. Lionel seemed suitably frail and shaken by the events. All day, he’d had a bewildered air about him, as if he couldn’t quite understand what had happened and, at any moment, might start embarrassing himself by thinking there was nothing wrong with his company and demanding people leave him.
He hadn’t, of course. Lionel had, as always, conducted himself with grace and dignity. But everyone had been cognizant that he’d lost something important and it would be a long time before he would recover from the blow.
But Morgan knew Lionel. They’d played together as boys, conning old ladies out of candy and chocolate and toys. They’d seduced their schoolteachers, first into overlooking transgressions and later into their beds (well, the young and pretty ones, at any rate). They'd conned their way out of major crimes and talked their way out of any number of gang wars by turning everyone against each other until no one knew who had done what. Lionel was an accomplished actor, and Morgan wasn’t positive that this wasn’t all an act.
“Are you surprised?” Morgan asked. He crossed the room to join Lionel. “Lex is a smart boy, but he had both Lois and her father against him. He didn’t have the experience.”
“I thought he could handle it,” Lionel snapped waspishly. “I was wrong. What do you want me to do about it? Go back in time and make things right?”
“No, of course not. I simply fail to understand why you would have let Lex handle this undertaking alone when so much was at stake.”
“You are the last man I ever thought would doubt Lex. He’s your own flesh and blood, Morgan. Can’t you take one moment to defend him?”
Morgan held his tongue as anger surged around him. In this moment, Morgan could kill him. Happily. He could slit Lionel’s throat and be done with the man, because he was tired of Lionel and his attitude. Lex was only Morgan’s son now that he'd failed, and it wasn’t as if Morgan had never expected this from Lionel--because, Lord knows, he knew the moment he was asked to father Lionel’s children their faults would fall on his head-—but this hadn’t been Lex’s fault. The blame lay with Lionel.
But. Lionel was up to something. Killing him now, before Morgan truly understood, would do no good.
Exhaling slowly to release his anger, Morgan put his coffee cup on the table and leaned forward. “Lionel, you and I both know this is all bullshit,” he said, putting is cards on the table. “Lex lost the company, you wanted him to. All I want to know it why.”
A myriad of emotions flashed over Lionel before settling on offended shock. “You think I *wanted* this to happen?” he breathed. “You think that I wanted my company that I’ve committed murder for to fail? The company I’ve sweated and bled for, sacrificed my personal life, my wife, and my children so my name would live on for eternity? You think I wanted it to fall like a house of cards? What kind of a fool do you think I am?”
“I think you’re a fool who always has the ace up his sleeve, even if it means losing the biggest pot of the night,” Morgan replied softly. “You’ve been defeated--ruined today. You lost the company; your name is in shambles. But you played your hand badly. It was as if you gave a child who’d never played a game more difficult than Go Fish your seat for this hand, and you, Lionel, would never do that unless you knew something. I am your oldest friend. I am the father of your children. I think I have a right to know.”
Lionel smiled bitterly and shook his head. “Then know this, Morgan. I’m an old, stupid fool who thought that the magnificence I’ve seen in you since we were in diapers might magically display itself in your son. I wanted to believe he was all that you are, Morgan, but I am sorry to say he is not. And I take the blame for that.” Lionel passed a thin, fragile-looking hand over his eyes and sighed. “I’m tired. This has been a long and devastating day. You should go home and fuck your pretty toy. I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll come back tomorrow and see how you’re doing,” Morgan said as he rose.
Lionel’s smile was faint, and he looked a ghost of the man he normally was. “Thank you, my friend. You are too kind.”
On the way back home, Morgan called Quentin and asked him to find out exactly what Lionel had been up to lately. "Phone, bank, and computer records, and talk to everyone he's been in contact with," had been his orders. Lionel was up to something, and Morgan wanted to find out what.
Kal came home around midnight, looking discouraged and angry. He flung himself on Morgan's bed without saying a word and buried his face in a pillow.
"Did you find Lex?" Morgan asked, turning the news program he'd been watching on low.
He groaned and kicked his legs on the bed. "Sort of." His voice was muffled, so Morgan pulled the pillow out from under him.
"Sort of?"
Kal sighed and rolled over. "I saw him for a second, but he got away. He was with this blond man at a club. Lex was drinking, the guy wasn't. Anyway, the club was crowded, and I was working my way to them, but when I got there, they were gone. I'm sorry."
Morgan sighed and shook his head. "It's all right. As long as he's alive. There was a part of me that was afraid he'd tried to end his life over this."
"Is he really that bad?"
"He's never tried before, if that's what you mean. But his mood seems to swing more easily and more drastically lately. Ever since he hit puberty. Lionel hasn't helped matters at all. I just worry."
"You care about Lex, don't you?"
Morgan nodded and hoped Kal wouldn’t ask why. It wasn't something he wanted to get into; the issue was too complex.
"How was Lionel?"
"Fine. Shaken, but fine." He stretched on the bed next to Kal and stroked his forehead.
"How could he be shaken? He had to have known this was coming."
"I think it's an act." He kissed Kal's forehead. "I think that he knew this was coming and, for some reason, wanted to lose LuthorCorp. I just don't know what."
Kal slid his hand under Morgan's shirt. "Maybe he wanted Lane Enterprises to absorb his company so he could take over both of them."
"Why didn't he simply take over Lane Enterprises, then? It would have been easier."
"Maybe he didn't have the resources?"
"Maybe," Morgan said slowly. "I'll have to look into that," he said thoughtfully. "I generally don't look into LuthorCorp finances outside of their stock and public records, but I will. Perhaps Lionel is hiding."
"He seems the type."
"Oh, he is the type," Morgan assured Kal. Gently, he pushed Kal onto his back. "He's kept secrets all of his life. From his parents, from me, from the authorities. He keeps things from his stock holders and investors and anyone working for him."
"What about his son?" Kal asked softly.
A bitter smile came to Morgan's lips and he nodded. "Especially his son." For a moment, he toyed with the idea of telling Kal the truth about Lex's parentage. It would be a relief. Morgan had never told anyone about Lex and Julian, about the arrangement he'd made with Lionel. Kal wouldn’t tell anyone. He could do it.
But, he merely kissed Kal's pliant lips and kept his peace. He'd done so for twenty-one years now, and he could do it longer. Saying the words out loud would change nothing.
Kal kissed him back with wide-opened eyes. His fingers brushed over Morgan's face repeatedly, and his lithe young body pressed up into his. He almost seemed to be trying to memorize Morgan, or imprint him on his skin.
"Is something wrong?" Morgan asked, nuzzling Kal's temple.
"No," was the breathy response. Then, as large, warm hands smoothed up and down Morgan's back, he said, "I found a poster with my face on it today. Had to pay someone a hundred bucks not to call the number."
He sighed and continued to move slowly down Kal's face to his neck. "I thought I'd gotten them all."
"You knew?"
"Yes. One of my men saw them last week."
"Are you going to call?"
"And lose my most prized investment?" Morgan kissed Kal's lips, first upper, then lower, then his entire mouth, tongue dipping inside. "Never."
Kal pressed closer to Morgan, almost clutching him. "You are the best thing that's happened to me since I left home," he said. He kissed Morgan's chin, then neck, and then back up. "And I'm not saying that because of the money."
Morgan smiled and moved so Kal's head rested in the crook of his neck. Carding the thick, black hair, he whispered, "I know, Kal. And I feel the same way." Heaven help me, Morgan added silently.
"I'm a kind of failure as a prostitute, aren't I?" Kal asked.
"Why would you say that?"
"I'm not supposed to, like, care. Or do anything without demanding pay. Or ... whatever. Say things and mean it. I’m supposed to be jaded."
"I imagine it's hard to be jaded with your background," Morgan said. He combed Kal's hair and added, "You seem to come from a trusting family."
Kal snorted softly and pulled away. His shirt was tossed on the floor, quickly followed by his pants. He was wearing boxer briefs today, and Morgan admired the way they clung to him, showcasing his shapely ass.
"Yeah, well," Kal said, turning to Morgan to tug his clothes off. "They shouldn’t have trusted me."
"Why not?" Morgan allowed Kal to tug his shirt over his head.
"I'm dangerous." Kal pushed Morgan back against propped up pillows. His hands smoothed over Morgan's shoulders and down his arms, before traveling back up his arms and over Morgan's chest. When they met at Morgan's collarbone, Kal leaned in and lightly flicked his tongue in the hollow.
Morgan sighed softly and let his head fall back against the pillows. Kal's mouth was warm and wet, and he used his teeth liberally to tease Morgan's skin. The dull pain blossomed when those sharp, white teeth sank into his skin, and there was an answering throb in his cock.
Kal worked his way down Morgan's chest, kissing every inch. His tongue brushed lightly at the edge of his nipples, over his stomach, down into his navel. Everything was light and delicate, slowly spreading heat through Morgan's body, teasing him with the feather like touches. Then Kal would bite and pain would shoot through Morgan until he was in exquisite agony. Every nerve was one fire, his cock pressed against his trousers, and sweat slicked his body.
Kal's head moved further down Morgan's body. His hand slid up until his thumbs were circling Morgan's nipples. He circled them, his thumbs brushing the edges of Morgan's nipples, then slowly moved inward in a delightful tease. As he did this, Kal studiously worked to unbutton and unzip Morgan's slacks with his mouth. His face was twisted in concentration, and his missteps cased fabric to brush against Morgan's aching cock, teasing him even further.
He finally got the trousers undone. With one hand, Kal pulled Morgan's cock free of his underwear. He licked the tip carefully, cleaning the precome that had gathered there, then swallowed Morgan down.
Morgan sighed softly as he watched the full red lips enclose over his turgid flesh. In the beginning, this was the reason Morgan had been so drawn to Kal. The pouty lips that screamed "cocksucker". The way his throat worked as he sucked and swallowed. The tongue that bathed the underside of the cock, and licked up and down the length, bathing it. The concentration and energy that he put into the job, and the sheer bliss in his eyes when he raised them to whomever he was sucking at the moment.
And now, he only sucked Morgan. Morgan owned the lips and tongue and teeth that every so lightly grazed against too-sensitive flesh, causing Morgan to cry out, his entire body seizing.
Kal's slid a finger in his mouth and sucked that along with Morgan's cock. Then, he teased it out, trailing it down the length as Kal concentrated on sucking the head hard. Morgan was twisting his hips, pleasure radiating through him in waves. It built slowly, washing through him almost rhythmically. Each time Kal sucked, it surged just a little higher until it seemed as if an inferno was pooled at his groin, ready to explode.
The wet finger probed between Morgan's cheeks. Obligingly, he shifted, giving Kal access. He felt the start of surprise from the boy, and smiled. Whether Kal believed him or not, Morgan hadn't bought him for the sole purpose of fucking him; he rather enjoyed having someone inside him.
Kal's finger traced the sensitive pucker, and Morgan gasped. The end of the gasp turned into a grunt as the finger wormed inside. Kal worked slowly, fucking in and out in short jabs, opening Morgan, and building the heat further. Another finger wormed in, and Kal stretched, opening and closing Morgan's passage as he worked his way to Morgan's prostate.
Kal's fingers grazed against the nub. Morgan cried out hoarsely. Grinning around the blood-heavy cock in his mouth, Kal did it again, this time pressing hard.
A red haze swept over Morgan and he came. Kal continued to suck as his cock emptied itself in Kal's hot mouth. The fingers continued to fuck him hard and fast, causing stars to burst behind Morgan's eyes with each burst of pleasure.
"Kal," he sighed, sweaty and spent.
The boy crawled up Morgan's body, still exploring with lips and fingers. He kissed wetly up the center of Morgan's torso, tongue licking long, wet strips, semen mixed with saliva. He sucked rose red marks and bit purple-blood bruises on soft skin, his own cock heavy between his legs.
"Kal," Morgan whispered roughly. He reached between Kal's legs and took his cock in hand.
"Mmmm," Kal breathed. His mouth met Morgan's in a sloppy, wet kiss. He thrust slowly into Morgan's hand, tongue dipping in and out of Morgan's mouth in time. Kal teased his upper lip, then bit his bottom, sucking when blood welled from the puncture.
"You're such a good boy, Kal," Morgan said around Kal's tongue. "So good at sucking cock. So pretty with a cock in your mouth. With *my* cock in your mouth. Such a beautiful whore."
"Morgan," Kal said in a strangled whisper. He licked Morgan's jaw. One of his hands tugged at his nipples, breath coming hard. "Oh, God," he groaned when Morgan squeezed him. "I need you. Fuck me, please. Use me."
"I’m a little spent right now."
Kal whimpered, breathing harder as Morgan tugged his cock. "Please," he said pathetically. "Don't you want me? Can't I please you in some way? I want you to take me, lay me down and fuck me until I can't move, please. I need something."
Morgan's hand stilled, an idea coming to him. He pulled away from Kal. "Stay there," he said when Kal tried to follow him. He kicked his slacks off as he went to his closet and pulled a box from the top shelf. Inside was a large black dildo, complete with veins etched on the side and a round bulbous head. Morgan hadn't had a chance to use it in years.
Kal's eyes went wide when he saw it, and he moaned. "Yes," he hissed, hips twisting on the bed. "Yes, please." He rose to his hands and knees when Morgan came back and opened his mouth.
Morgan slid the hard plastic inside. Kal's eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed it down, sucking it as if it were a real cock. And Morgan fucked him with it as if it were, thrusting in and out, tilting it down until Kal had deep-throated it, and the fake balls rested against his bottom lips.
When it was all the way in his mouth, Kal opened his eyes. They begged Morgan even as his throat muscles worked around it.
"I should be taping you," Morgan sighed. He kept one hand on the dildo, moving it slowly in and out as he reached for the lubricant on the nightstand. "I could make a fortune on sex videos starring you. Hell, I could make a fortune letting my men fuck you for an hour or so instead of using this. You'd love it, wouldn't you, Kal? Love lying on the bed as a line of men walked into the room and fucked that’s sweet ass of yours. Plowed into the tight passage until you were so full you could barely move. And then, I'd take my pleasure."
Kal just groaned.
"Turn around." Morgan pulled the dildo out of Kal's mouth and spread the lube on it.
Kal complied, still on his hands and knees. He was facing the mirror on the other side of the room, now, face flushed, eyes glued to Morgan's.
With one lubed finger, Morgan traced the pucker of Kal's ass.
"Yes," Kal hissed as he slipped it inside. His eyes closed briefly, then snapped open again, as if he didn't want to miss what was happening.
"This might hurt," Morgan said, pulling his finger out. He pressed the head of the dildo against Kal's opening.
Kal shook his head. "I don't ca...are!" His voice ended in a shriek as Morgan forced the dildo inside him. He thrust until it was buried all the way, forcing the passage to open without stretching or preparation. "Oh, *fuck*," Kal swore, fingers tearing the bedspread. "Oh God. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me!" He wiggled around the cock, trying to get it to move.
Morgan complied. He fucked Kal with the dildo, forcing it in and out with no remorse. He moved without precision, not sure if he it Kal's prostate or not, and not caring. Kal's ass drew the toy in, clenching around it, flexing and stretching as Morgan fucked him.
And he was so beautiful. His hips moved back with each thrust, muscles working and stretching under tanned skin. Kal had to force his eyes to stay open and trained on the mirror, and he whined every time Morgan thrust, eyes rolling back. He shouted obscenities, encouraged Morgan to fuck him harder, tore at the bedspread. He panted and keened and whimpered as Morgan pushed harder and harder until he was pushing Kal forward with each thrust and his arms shook.
"Such a little slut," Morgan growled as he fucked Kal. "You'll fuck anything, won't you, my love? Man, machine, plastic. You don’t care, you just want sex, and God, Kal, you're so beautiful. So fucking gorgeous." He slammed the dildo home again.
With a terrific screech, Kal came. His cock twitched and sputtered as he did, head thrown back, eyes rolled into his head. Morgan watched as a look of blissful satisfaction washed over his face. Then, Kal lowered his head to the sheets.
"Oh, God, that was fantastic."
"It was," Morgan agreed. He pulled the dildo from Clark's ass and tossed it on the bed. Then, aroused and hard again, he shed his underwear, took Kal by the hips, and slid inside.
Kal jerked in surprise, and then let out a long sound that was somewhere between a moan and a keen. He struggled to lift his head again, but Morgan pushed him down. Clenching his fist in Kal's hair, he started fucking him.
"Harder," Kal begged.
Morgan ignored him and continued his slow slid in and out of Kal. The friction was delightful; he'd put a thin layer of lube on his cock before entering Kal, and there were still traces in Kal's passage from the dildo, but Kal still caught and held Morgan in places. One hand continued to hold Kal down, the other rubbed up and down his back, over his thighs, and then around to the spent cock to play.
"Oh, God." Kal's cock twitched when Morgan caressed it, then again when Morgan hit his prostate.
"I want you to come again, whore," Morgan ordered.
"Too soon."
Morgan shifted so he was hitting Kal's prostate in short, hard jabs. "*Come*," he demanded, yanking Kal's cock.
There was a moment of stillness, and then Morgan hit Kal just right. The boy convulsed, and his cock spat out some more fluid.
"Again."
Kal cried out as the assault on his prostate continued. Morgan caressed and stroked his cock relentlessly, attacking him from inside and out. He pulled two more tiny orgasms from Kal by stroking his cock before it became too sensitive for Morgan to touch. Then Morgan moved up and pressed into Kal's perineum. His hips moved in a rolling wave now, still brushing only Kal's prostate, so Kal was being teased both inside and out.
"Morgan," Kal sobbed. "Oh, God, it's too much. Too good. Oh. Oh. Oh!" He came again, cock twitching but producing nothing. His body was a limp, sweaty mass, and he could barely push himself off the bed. His glazed eyes gazed at Morgan in the mirror, ecstasy and exhaustion evident in his expression.
"Isn't this what you wanted, Kal?" Morgan asked, valiantly trying to hold off his orgasm. He was so close. So fucking close. "You wanted me to use you. To fuck you until you couldn't stand it anymore. Until you were limp and tired and couldn't do anything by lie there and be fucked, because you're my whore, and I can do what I want. I can fuck you until you faint, until unconsciousness overcomes you, and then keep fucking you until you wake again. Isn't that what you want?"
Kal licked his lips. "Yes," he whispered so softly Morgan could barely hear him. "Fuck me, Morgan. Use me. Use me like your dirty whore, like I'm nothing to you, like I'm a cheap thrill you picked up off the streets. Use me."
"I'll use you, Kal," Morgan said. He released Kal's hair and grasped his hips. "But it's not because I don't care."
The blue-green eyes lit. Struggling mightily, Kal forced himself to his hand and knees again. His arms and legs shook with exhaustion, his head stayed on the bed. With a deep breath, Kal pushed back onto Morgan's cock and squeezed around him.
The world exploded.
When Morgan became aware of his surrounding again, he found Kal curled next to him, asleep.
He smiled and kissed the boy's sweaty forehead. When he did, Kal's eyes opened.
"I wouldn’t let you use me if I didn't care about you," he said in a low voice.
"I know, Kal," Morgan replied. He kissed the swollen lips and repeated, "I know."
TBC
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Date: 2004-07-26 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-26 07:33 pm (UTC):) Well, most of this scene was written yesterday. I just had to work out the ending.
I agree this needs a title. I just can't think of one. Any suggestions?
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Date: 2004-07-26 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-26 09:49 pm (UTC)I'll take that as a compliment.
My mouth now is hanging open and normally I utter wow, but not now cause there are no words audible words for what that was. I liked, but Now I have re-read it cause damn. Ok I'm done babbling now.
I guess that's a good thing? I don't nkow if I've ever rendered someone speecheless before. That's fantastic. :)
Never ever stop writing cause you have real....talent.
Why ... thank you.
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:56 pm (UTC)Will type more when I remember how to breathe
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Date: 2004-07-27 09:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 11:17 pm (UTC)Ok, I need to go change now. Yeah, yeah, TMI. *g*
Hell, that was HOT, beautiful and loving.
I need time to recover and to relearn how to type. Heh, do not ask how many times I had to retype this.
{{HUGS}}
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Date: 2004-07-29 10:57 am (UTC)