Title: Riding the Wave
Author: me_ya_ri
Email: me_ya_ri@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Wave 25 – Obsession: Prompt #15: And what do I get in return?
Notes: AU, Lex/Lana & Kal/OMC initially, leading to Clex, OMC death, angst, prostitution, D&S / S&M, surfing, Jor-El being a crazy jerk
Summary: Clark flees his destiny the summer he turns sixteen, and keeps on fleeing until tragedy makes him stop running at last. Lex finds happiness only to have it fall apart on him at the last second. Can either of them find a way to face the future?

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Kal sighed as he studied the waves of the Pipeline off the north shore of Oahu. The waves were picking up from the storm coming from the west, but that only meant that the pros would be coming in soon, taking over the Pipeline for their contest. He preferred the quieter times, when the swells weren’t quite so big, when the reefs weren’t quite so dangerous. That was when he felt more at peace, linked to the sky, the earth, and the sea by riding his board.

“Looks like the swells are picking up,” Gar said as he draped himself over Kal’s back and kissed his ear.

“Mmm,” Kal said, leaning into the hug. “Probably won’t get any really big swells until day after tomorrow. It’s not quite right yet. They’ll be all right for the stupid contest, of course. The forecasting looks accurate this time. Hopefully, they’ll go away after that so we can have the beach back.”

“You are such a soul surfer,” Gar chuckled, tugging Kal’s long braid. “What’s wrong with a little competition?”

“Too much attention,” Kal said, smiling over his shoulder at his lover of over a year. “I prefer the quiet, you know that.”

“Well, you may not like that sort of attention,” Gar said, nuzzling Kal’s neck before whispering in his ear, “but you’re getting a lot of a different sort of attention from a newlywed couple, a young Asian girl with a bald guy. Young bald guy.”

Kal stiffened minutely. Gar picked up on it instantly, of course, though neither of them let it show.

“Where?” Kal asked, nuzzling Gar’s neck, making him moan. Gar’s acceptance of Kal’s ‘work’ was just one of the reasons why their relationship was bedrock steady. His protectiveness of Kal was another.

“Trouble?” Gar murmured into Kal’s ear, making it seem like they were just making out.

“Could be trouble,” Kal granted. “Sounds like people from home.”

“Erg!” Gar grunted. “From what you’ve said, that would be really bad. They’re at the stand close to the palms, staring right at us. You can’t miss them.”

“Mmm.” Kal twisted and kissed Gar deeply before lazily running his eyes over the beach to the stand. Lex Luthor and Lana Lang were watching him cuddle with Gar, wearing identical expressions of utter shock. Kal let his eyes slide right past them without pausing.

“Trouble indeed,” Kal sighed, leaning into Gar’s arms. “They know me.”

“Shit,” Gar sighed, nipping Kal’s ear. “So is it time to run?”

“There’s nowhere on Earth I could run from Lex or Lana,” Kal said, smiling as the swells grew. “Let’s ride it for a while, and see what they do. In the meantime, the waves are picking up.”

“Rad!” Gar agreed, grinning and running his fingers through his short-cropped green hair. “Let’s go!”

They headed out, stripping off their shirts casually. All the locals were used to Kal’s brand by now, and the tourists were always gone in a week or two. Kal had stopped hiding it years ago. He just told people that his father had tried to teach him not to defy his will, and then Kal had run away. Most didn’t ask any further, not even the cops. The cops that did press usually shut up with a good blowjob, or the explanation that Kal would die if he were found.

It had always been a struggle, Kal thought as he surfed the day away with Gar. He’d been so different, with powers like no one else. He’d spent his childhood hiding what he was, going without friends, avoiding sports, pretending to be stupider, clumsier, and worse than everyone else. He’d hated it, but had done it since his adoptive parents had claimed was necessary to protect him.

It had all come to a head at the end of his sophomore year in high school. An avatar of his biological father, Jor-El, had insisted that he was destined to rule the world, forcing Kal to destroy the spaceship that had been his womb on the way to Earth...and kill his unborn brother in the process.

Running away had become a habit as ingrained as lying about himself. First he ran to Metropolis, out of his mind on red-K. Morgan Edge had found him, and then Lana Lang had found him too. He’d abandoned the red-K ring after going too far and nearly hurting Lana. Rather than face Morgan, Lana, or his parents, he’d fled southwest to California, where his stolen money had run out. He'd refused to keep stealing, but didn’t know what else to do. The first time someone offered him money for sex, he’d turned the man down. The second time he had been hungry, afraid, and desperately lonely.

It hadn’t been as bad as he’d feared. All he’d had to do was stay still...and moan at the right times. It was over quickly, and he earned enough money for a cheap hotel room that night, plus breakfast the next morning. When one ‘client’ wanted bondage, Kal (as Clark was still calling himself) suddenly discovered a way he could have sex and actually enjoy himself. With strong enough straps and manacles, the restraints let him hold his strength back while enjoying what they did to him. He quickly built a solid clientele into D&S / S&M games.

During the day, Kal had been at loose ends, so he wandered towards the ocean. Learning to surf was a natural extension of his time on the beach. It was the first physical activity that he didn’t master instantly. The power of the sea dwarfed his own. He couldn’t force it to do what he wanted. His strength was useless. His speed was counterproductive. All his enhanced sight revealed was what the fish were doing under the surface.

Kal had to learn to surf like any normal human, and he loved it all the more for the slow, gradual unfolding of his mastery over the sport. He met some spectacular jerks through surfing, but he also formed a core group of friends who believed that he was 20...not 16...and who accepted his unwillingness to talk about home. They had no problem with Kal being gay, or a whore. Most of them danced on the wrong side of the law to continue surfing, though for most of them it involved drugs. They helped each other, made sure everyone had a place to stay each night and at least one meal a day.

The trip to Hawaii had required Kal to buy a fake ID. He’d chosen the name Calvin Alexander Daid, which made his friends burst into gales of laughter when they’d snatched it from him at the airport. The airport security’s search of his luggage full of S&M gear had shut them up again. Hawaii’s many beaches had become his new home. Five years later, Kal was still there, flitting from island to island and beach-to-beach, following the waves.

Every time Kal looked at the beach throughout the day, Lex and Lana were watching him. It didn’t matter. In the same way that surfing had taught him to relax, and let go (which unlocked his ability to fly), it had brought him the patience he’d never had as a child, or as a teen.

“Good waves,” Gar commented happily as they finally came ashore.

“Really good,” Kal agreed as he rinsed the salt off at the public shower. “The contest is going to have some stellar waves if these continue.”

“Clark?” Lana called, hesitantly approaching with Lex.

Kal ignored her. That wasn’t his name anymore, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for them.

“You are Clark, aren’t you?” Lana insisted.

Kal opened his eyes, completely aware, after six years of working as a prostitute, of how the water looked cascading down his mostly nude body. He rinsed his hair out, loosing it from the braid, while he watched them. Lana was blushing with arousal as she watched him, but Lex’s eyes held far more lust than Lana’s did.

“Sorry,” Kal said, “but my name is Kal, not Clark. Wrong person.”

“Kal what?” Lex asked, eyes sharp on Kal’s face.

“Calvin Daid, if you must know,” Kal replied, rolling his eyes as he wrung out his hair. He started to dry off with the towel that Gar offered. “What’s it to you?”

“You look just like someone that we know,” Lana said, hope in her eyes. “Please, I’m sure that you’re really Clark Kent.”

“Old lover?” Kal asked, looping the towel around his neck. “His, I’d assume from the way he’s looking at me.”

Lana and Lex both turned beet-red.

“No!” Lex protested. “He was my best friend, and Lana’s high school boyfriend.”

“Dude, how old is this Clark person?” Gar asked, raising an eyebrow at them.

“He’d be 21, now,” Lana said softly, edging closer to Lex.

“Kal just turned 26,” Gar laughed. “You really got the wrong guy. Long-lost brother or cousin...or something, but definitely not the same dude.”

“Sorry, but he’s right,” Kal said with a shrug. “Besides, I’ve been openly gay since I was a pre-teen. I’ve never yet met a girl that I responded to physically. You truly do have the wrong person. I hope you find who you're looking for, but I’m not him.”

Kal pulled on his T-shirt, and turned to Gar, dismissing Lex and Lana.

“I’m starving,” Kal said, caressing Gar’s cheek. “Dinner?”

“The guys are having a luau,” Gar nodded happily. “Let’s see what we can rustle up, and head over.”

They grabbed their boards and walked away, leaving Lex and Lana behind. Kal knew it wasn’t over. It never was with Lex, and Lana was nearly as driven. They’d continue the pursuit until Kal was revealed, and inevitably destroyed. Oddly, the thought only brought a sense of relief. Maybe six years of running away was finally enough.

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“Lex,” Lana said doubtfully, “Maybe we’re wrong. He’s so different than Clark.”

“It’s been six years, Lana,” Lex said, petting her back. “Someone can change a lot in that amount of time. It’s Clark. I’m sure of it.”

Lana sighed, not as sure as she’d been when they’d spotted Clark / Kal sitting on the beach near their hotel. Hawaii had been intended as their honeymoon getaway. After Clark disappeared, both she and Lex had been left with a void in their lives. Clark’s disappearance after Lex’s marriage, and Lex’s subsequent ‘death’ had changed everything. The Kents had nearly lost their farm when they’d lost their son. Lex bought it and gave it back to them, once he’d returned from the island that Helen had stranded him on.

Lana had always looked up to Lex and, in the next two years, she slowly realized that he had feelings for her, as well as for Clark. That Lex was bi was no struggle to accept. That Lex might love Clark more than her had been a real battle for her as she made her way through high school. By the time she graduated, and then entered Metropolis U with Chloe, it was clear that Lex really loved her, far more than the memory of the lost Clark Kent.

Clark’s disappearance had always been a shadow over their relationship. Neither could reach any closure until they knew what happened to Clark, but they had never been able to find out anything about where he went, or what he did after Metropolis. They’d found Morgan Edge (and then dealt with him), found Clark’s penthouse (and his thoroughly surprisingly criminal lifestyle), but he’d disappeared. There was no sign of him anywhere: no job, no home, no pictures, nothing that could be traced back to Clark Kent. It was frustrating but, after six years, they’d more or less given up, deciding to focus on their relationship and their work together.

They'd started working together to fix the messes caused by the second meteor shower and the resultant meteor freaks. Lex had managed to destroy the two aliens who had arrived with the ship, then had destroyed the ship itself once its third occupant made itself known. They’d learned so much about the effects of the meteors that Lana still got the creeps that she’d worn one around her neck for years. She had nightmares at least once a week that she’d turned into a full-blown freak. Lex always managed to calm her.

Lex had proposed to Lana on her 19^th birthday. She’d laughed and told him that he was sweet, but that business partners shouldn’t get involved. He’d continued to pursue her for nearly a year before she’d finally accepted. Lionel had tried to drive them apart all that time, but ended up bringing them closer, adversaries against a common enemy. His death from liver disease had freed them to love each other without dissension.

They’d spent a year planning the wedding, finally choosing January to symbolize starting over together. It had been a huge affair with society figures and political leaders rubbing elbows with Smallville townsfolk. Lana barely remembered any of it. She’d been too nervous, and much too excited to eat much. Her sleep the week leading up to the wedding had been minimal at best. She’d slept on the plane, and again for hours once they’d arrived, exhausted by it all.

Going out to eat had been the first thing they’d done as an official married couple, only to have it sideswiped by Kal Daid / Clark Kent with a long braid, a huge brand on his chest, and a green-haired male as his lover.

“What did you find, love?” Lex asked, sitting next to her on the couch.

“He’s been here for five years,” Lana sighed, leaning into his side. “The brand on his chest was supposedly put there by his father for disagreeing with him. He ran away to become a surfer after that. He supposedly reads at an ungodly rate, never forgets anything he learns, and might as well be a professor. He knows about pretty much anything you can think of, and is always right. People wonder why someone so smart is living as a surf bum, but that brand makes everyone look the other way. Lex, he’s truly nothing like Clark.”

“He’s also a whore,” Lex said grimly.

“What?” Lana squawked.

“Lana,” Lex said, looking almost ill, “when I asked the concierge about Kal, he pulled me aside, and explained Kal’s ‘tastes’, and his price tag. He sells himself to rich tourists with a kink for bondage and extreme D&S / S&M games. He only does men, but wives and girlfriends are permitted to watch for an extra charge.”

“Oh my God!” Lana gasped, hands pressed to her mouth. “Why isn’t he arrested?”

“The police know about his father, and about the brand,” Lex explained sadly. “They see it as his providing a service to the tourists, and keeping himself safe from a potential murder. They also might be customers, but I couldn’t confirm that.”

“Oh my God,” Lana repeated, shuddering. “How can anyone do that to himself?”

Lex sighed, and held her. They’d paid one of Lex’s many operatives to plant cameras in Kal’s apartment. Now they were only waiting for Kal and his boyfriend to come home so that they could see what they said and did in private. Lex had bet that Clark’s name would come out right away. Lana had bet that it wouldn’t. The bet was only $20, but it was mostly to distract them from their worries. The cameras monitoring Kal and Gar’s home suddenly sprang to life, triggered by the motion detectors on the door. The honeymooners both perked up.

“Stayed too long at the party,” Kal worried.

“I know,” Gar grumbled, shutting the door firmly, “but Al just wouldn’t shut up, and given that he’s running the contest that I’m going to be competing in, I had to at least be polite. Got your gear?”

“Always,” Kal said, nodding seriously.

Lana bit her lip as Kal stripped naked and then started strapping on the most serious bondage items she’d ever imagined, much less seen. He was gorgeous, of course, but the stuff he was putting on!

“Steel spikes on the inside of the cuffs?” Lex gasped, horrified.

“Those are steel plates wrapped with heavy leather, Lex,” Lana said, feeling ill.

“Got the cuffs,” Kal said to Gar. “Get the collar while I put on the straps and chains.”

“Right,” Gar said, taking out a collar that made Lex start to his feet. It was leather wrapped steel, like the cuffs, but the spike was set against Kal’s Adam’s apple, pressing firmly enough that he could barely swallow. They strapped Kal’s legs so tightly that his ankles met his buttocks, and then strapped his thighs to his sides in a position that looked so painful that it made Lana cringe. Gar strapped Kal’s wrists together, and then pulled his arms up between his shoulder blades in a position that was quite literally banned as torture. Kal’s wrists were chained to the collar so that any attempt to move his arms would mean that he’d strangle himself.

“Made it,” Kal gasped past the collar.

“I hate him!” Gar growled, hands in fists by his sides as he stood rigidly at the end of the bed. “You don’t understand how much I hate that son of a bitch, Kal!”

Kal gasped and then stiffened, eyes going wide. Lana clutched Lex who pet her hair. Kal’s brand started to glow, getting brighter until it was literally searing itself into his chest. Kal trembled, the restraints creaking. Gar stood at the end of the bed, tears running down his cheeks. In about a minute and a half, the glow faded away, and Kal relaxed, whimpering. Gar immediately loosened the collar a couple of notches, though he left all of the gear in place.

“Every fucking day,” Gar said, dashing away his tears. “Every fucking day he does this to you, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”

“Used to it by now,” Kal lied, panting a little. “God, I want you!”

“Perv,” Gar laughed. “Tie you up, hurt you, and you get horny as hell.”

“You like me this way,” Kal breathed, licking his lips. “Helpless, and totally at your mercy.”

“Rather do you without that asshole of a father tormenting you every day,” Gar murmured, shrugging, “but yes, I do like you this way.”

“Then fuck me!” Kal moaned, making Lana blush brightly. “Take me, fuck me, fill my ass with your cock and cream me!”

“Mmm,” Gar purred, eyes suddenly animalistic, “I think I’ll tease you a bit first, but you’ll get your fucking...eventually.”

He bit Kal’s neck, and Kal whimpered for more, harder. Lana literally couldn’t look away. She knew she shouldn’t be watching. She knew, but watching Kal—who might be Clark—be bitten, beaten, spanked, and then taken hard, fast, and deep was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“Wow,” Lex breathed once Kal and Gar were finally done, and cuddling together. He turned off the TV, his hand shaking a little.

“Wow doesn’t cover it,” Lana said, eyes wide. “What was the deal with that brand, Lex? How could it be burned into his body every day and he survives the trauma?”

“Think about the bites that Gar gave him,” Lex said, waving aimlessly at the blank screen. “They healed instantly. He heals so fast that I’d bet that the brand would disappear in a month or so if it wasn’t being renewed.”

“Still, why do that to him?”

They were both carefully avoiding discussing the sex they’d just witnessed. Lana knew perfectly well that Lex enjoyed fantasizing about that sort of thing. They’d discussed it before getting married. Lana hadn’t thought that she’d ever find it arousing, but she was so wet from watching Kal and Gar that she was sure there was puddle under her on the couch.

“We have to find out,” Lex said, absently stroking Lana’s arm. “No one should suffer that way, whether or not he’s really Clark.”

“Lex,” Lana breathed, trembling from his touch, “let’s go to bed. Please? Now!”

Lex met her eyes, and the same desperate hunger that Lana felt was there. They rose and nearly ran to the bedroom.

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Lex sighed, cuddling Lana as she slept on his shoulder. He should be sleeping. He’d gotten about eight hours of sleep in the last week, but his mind was spinning too fast for him to drop off. While he’d told Lana that he’d stopped searching for Clark, Lex had never given up. His men were still paid to search. He still ran regular computer searches for any references to Clark Kent. Clark still occupied the back of his mind at all times. He was still obsessed with his farm-boy friend.

Lana murmured in her sleep, snuggling closer to Lex’s side. Lex smiled, gently moving a hair out of her face. He loved Lana, but Clark was always going to be his obsession. Lana would give him the children he’d always desperately wanted. She was beautiful, kind, intelligent, and everything that he’d always said he wanted. So why did Clark continue to haunt the dark corridors of his mind?

As the minutes ticked by, Lex eased out from under Lana, tucking her in. He closed the bedroom door, and then turned on the TV again. Kal and Gar were snuggled in their bed, wrapped so lovingly around each other that it made Lex’s heart hurt. Kal’s brand was clear in the dim light of their bedroom, making Lex frown.

“You are Clark,” Lex murmured to the screen. “Clark called himself Kal in Metropolis. Clark had the same brand according to Morgan Edge. I know you’re Clark, so why are you hiding, and who are you hiding from?”

Lex stiffened as Kal’s eyes fluttered and then opened, staring directly at the camera. It was eerily as if Kal had heard him and knew the camera was there. Kal sighed, smiling at Gar’s head cradled on his shoulder. He kissed Gar’s forehead and cuddled closer, dropping back to sleep. Lex turned off the TV, shaking ever so faintly.

“Kal,” Lex murmured, going to the window to look out at the ocean. “Kal as in Calvin? Or Kal as in Kal-El, the one those aliens were looking for? What are you? Who are you?”

Lex stayed by the window until Lana started moaning in another nightmare. He returned to bed, holding her and calming her fears. Once she’d calmed, he finally dropped off to sleep with her. It was mid-morning when he woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Lex grinned, swinging out of bed feeling much more refreshed.

“Morning,” Lana said, smirking at him from behind her cup of coffee at his yawn. “How’s your bottom? Wasn’t sure if I was too hard on you last night.”

“Morning,” Lex replied, kissing her before getting a cup of his own. “It was perfect. Side benefit of losing my hair is I heal fast, so I’m fine. Sleep better?”

“Mostly,” Lana said, shrugging. “What do we have planned for today?”

“Sailing, I believe,” Lex said, settling down to eat. “Do you still want to go?”

“We should,” Lana said, not sounding at all enthusiastic about it.

“Lana, if you don’t want to go, then we won’t go,” Lex said, taking her hand. “We’re here to enjoy ourselves, not to follow some pre-planned agenda. What do you want to do?”

Lana laughed lightly and pulled him over for a tender kiss.

“I’d rather spend some time on the beach,” Lana admitted. “I’ve never been that fond of boats, I’m afraid. I only added it to the plan because I thought you loved them.”

“Not really.” Lex shrugged. “It was something one did growing up in my circles, but it was never a passion for me. The beach sounds good to me. I’d like to see you in that little bikini you bought for the trip!”

He leered at her, pulling her into his lap, making Lana laugh and wrap her arms around his neck. Breakfast was quite cold by the time they finished eating it, but neither of them cared that much. There seemed to be some unwritten agreement that neither of them would bring up Kal Daid, Clark Kent, or anything related to home. Lana put on her tiny bikini, slathered Lex with more sunscreen than he’d known was possible, and they headed down to the beach, hand in hand. Lex felt like an Irish Pointer spotting a quail when he saw Kal riding a huge wave. Lana giggled and tugged his hand, leading him to the cabana they’d rented.

“He’s quite good,” Lana said, watching Kal just as much as Lex was.

“Yes,” Lex breathed, swallowing hard.

Good was an understatement. Kal’s friend Gar favored fancy moves, cutting in and out of the wave, showing off in a way that Lex found somewhat flashy. Kal, on the other hand, seemed so in tune with the wave that he barely did anything at all, yet he was always right where he needed to be to catch the wave, right in the best part of it, and he never once wiped out. The waves were much bigger today, and there were a lot more surfers around. Some were clearly locals, while others were chatting about their plane flights in and their endorsements.

“Is there some sort of contest coming up or something?” Lana asked around lunchtime, as Kal and Gar came in for a break.

“I think so,” Lex said, eyes locked on Kal. “Sounds like it anyway.”

“Lex,” Lana said, the tone of her voice making him turn. She was smiling, but her eyes held a lot more anger than he’d seen since his father died. “Quit staring at him.”

“I’m not staring,” Lex said, refusing to blush. “I’m trying to figure him out.”

“Well, quit trying to figure him out for a while,” Lana said, gently tugging his arm. “Let’s get a little time in the water. We haven’t done anything all morning besides sit here.”

“I hope you don’t want to try surfing,” Lex said, grinning at Lana’s eye roll.

“No!” Lana laughed, pulling Lex out of his seat. “I just want to swim a little with you. Or at least get wet since those waves are pretty huge for swimming.”

Lex let her pull him into the water, wishing he could stay in the cabana and watch Kal instead. He’d rather do that than swim any day.

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Kal sighed at the locals grumbling about people invading ‘their’ beach and taking ‘their’ waves. He knew people got twitchy before the contests, but having his bros go all surf nazi was a bit much. Gar chuckled, knowing what was setting Kal off.

“They’re just doing their normal thing,” Gar said, handing Kal his chili cheese dog. “You know they always get like this when the swells get big enough for a contest.”

“I know, I know,” Kal sighed, watching one particular band of locals eyeing some of the contest surfers. “I just hate breaking up the fights.”

Kal was also intensely aware of Lex and Lana. Lex looked to be well on his way back to full obsession mode, watching as though his eyes were glued to Kal. Lana was watching, but not with the same intensity, and sheer fascination that Lex displayed. Even as they played in the surf together, Lex’s eyes were watching Kal, not his new wife, Lana. Kal pretended not to watch Lex watching him for about 45 minutes before Gar turned to him.

“He’s in love with you, isn’t he?” Gar asked, sounding a little threatened.

“Obsessed, yes,” Kal said, shrugging. “Not sure why, but he’s always been that way. I’m also not sure there’s room for love in the middle of all that obsession.”

“He knows?” Gar asked, stretching out with Kal on their shared blanket. The look in his eyes made it clear he was asking about Kal’s powers, not his sexuality.

“Suspects,” Kal said, spreading sunscreen on Gar’s back, getting a contented rumbled from Gar. “I never confirmed it. Didn’t trust him enough to tell him. He’s very…intense.”

Gar snickered, then stiffened as the jostling between some of the locals and contest surfers passed verbal abuse and went straight into punches. Kal growled, both of them stood, and they headed over immediately.

“That’s enough,” Kal said, grabbing the arm of the contest surfer about to belt Woobie, a long-time native soul surfer who went nazi every time one of the contests came through. “Quit antagonizing them, Woobie. There’s more than enough wave for all of us.”

“Back o—Ohhh,” the contest surfer said, swallowing hard, and backing down as he realized just how big Kal was. “Ah, sorry.”

“They got no right bein’ here!” Woobie snarled, struggling against Gar's hold until Kal glared at him. “They’re invading our turf, man! You can’t support them bein’ here!”

“Woobie, come tomorrow the waves are going to be too big for anyone other than these nuts to ride,” Kal said, snorting. “You’re going to need jet skis just to catch the wave. Let them risk their necks if they want. It’s none of our concern.”

The contest surfers grumbled at Kal’s words and moved away, giving them dirty looks and muttering about crazy mystic soul surfers. Woobie glared right back, more than prepared to lay into them again. Kal caught his shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make Woobie gasp. He looked up at Kal, respect in his eyes. Kal might not be a native, but they all knew his heart and soul was in the waves.

“I mean it, Woobie,” Kal warned him. “Let it go. They’re here two days out of year, maybe three, riding waves that none of us are interested in. They’re nothing to worry about. Go work on your board the next couple of days and avoid the beach. There’s other places you can surf, you know.”

“Yeah, but it’s our beach,” Woobie grumbled before heading down the beach with his friends.

“Idiot,” Gar grumbled. He shook his head at the stupidity before looking back out at the waves. “You want to head back out? It’s been long enough since lunch.”

“Sure,” Kal said, grinning. “Someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”

“Not going to do that with your longboard,” Gar laughed, grinning at Kal. “I gotta practice my moves for the contest tomorrow.”

“You’ll see,” Kal said, grinning back at him as they headed out. “You’d be amazed at what one of these logs can do when you know what you’re doing.”

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Lana sighed. She’d just spent the entire second day of her honeymoon feeling like a third wheel. Granted, it was Hawaii - not Smallville. Granted, Lex was right next to her, answered her whenever she spoke, and even responded instantly to her comments. But he was so focused on Kal Daid that she truly felt like she could have disappeared and he wouldn’t have noticed. She was 90% sure that Kal Daid was not Clark Kent, amazing resemblance notwithstanding. After thinking about it all day, she finally decided that she had to do something about Lex’s obsession.

“Lex,” Lana said as they gathered their things before heading inside to clean up for dinner, “do you want to hire him for a night?”

She couldn’t help giggling when Lex whirled around, staring at her with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“You’re obviously fascinated by him,” Lana said, stepping close. “I know you like that sort of thing. As long as I get to watch, I’m fine with that. We might learn something, too.”

“Lana,” Lex said, voice a little shaky from emotion, “that’s…are you serious?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Lana said, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. “Quite serious. He’s gorgeous, you’ve spent all day staring at him, and he’s ‘available.’ No matter who he really is, I’m secure enough in our relationship to let him in for a night. It’s up to you. I do want to watch, because that…that would be really sexy, seeing the two of you together.”

She blushed. Even though Lex knew perfectly well that Lana’s Good Girl image was just an image, she still blushed every time she did something that revealed the very earthy girl underneath. Lex always said he liked the contrast between the public Lana, and the real Lana that only he had ever seen. It was such a relief not to have to hide that part of herself anymore.

“I love you,” Lex murmured, holding her tight. “Lana Luthor, you are the best wife a man could ever have!”

“Thank you!” Lana said, grinning at him. “Now, let’s get cleaned up so we can eat early, and set up an appointment with a certain attractive young surfer.”

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Kal was sure this wasn’t a good idea, but the price Lex and Lana were offering for a night with him was double his normal fee, plus a bit more. Gar and he had argued about it for nearly an hour before coming to the mutual conclusion that it would either cure Lex of his obsession with Kal, or it would make it so bad that Kal and Gar would have to flee to the ends of the earth. Either way, the money was good (which always helped when running away), and Kal knew that Lex knew the ropes of this particular sort of game.

“I’m here,” Kal called, knocking on the door to their penthouse suite.

“Come on in,” Lana said, eyes bright with anticipation. She eyed him in a way that sweet, innocent girl-next-door Lana never would have, reinforcing just how much all three of them had changed in the last six years.

“Thank you,” Kal said, grateful for the emotional control he’d learned over the last few years. Lana twitching because she was so aroused wasn’t something he’d anticipated when he’d agreed to do this.

“You look…stunning,” Lex breathed, licking his lips as Kal walked in.

Kal knew he did. He’d left his hair loose in a wavy black cascade over his back that always turned his clients on. He’d chosen a perfect pair of skin-tight jeans, with nothing under them. His tank was tight enough that you could see the outline of the brand on his chest, freshly renewed from the nightly torment Jor-El inflicted. His big duffle bag of equipment hinted at the games to come.

“Thank you,” Kal said, smirking at Lex’s obvious erection. He knew who had the power here, restraints and prostitution notwithstanding. The submissive nearly always had the power and, with his strength, invulnerability and healing, he knew he could deal with anything they might throw at him. “Shall we discuss the ground rules?”

“Certainly,” Lex agreed, waving Kal to join them on the couch. Lana curled up next to Lex, petting his stomach and flirting at petting him further down.

“First,” Kal said, setting his duffle down to sit opposite them, “No women. Sorry, but I don’t like women and don’t want to be touched by them.”

“Fine,” Lana said, nodding approval. “I have no issue with that. Don’t expect me to not touch myself!”

“No, I wouldn’t expect that,” Kal laughed, voice rippling with amusement, making her blush brightly. “That’s part of why you’re here, too. Second, we use my equipment and my toys. I’ll provide the lube, condoms—which are required, by the way—and any toy I’ve brought along is acceptable. Yours are not.”

“We don’t have any with us, so that’s fine,” Lex said, cock getting visibly harder in his pants.

“Third,” Kal said, eyeing them both and deciding it was necessary, “no meteor rock. I’ve encountered the stuff before and seen what it does to people. I did some research, and I know you’re both from Smallville, Kansas. I don’t want any meteor freak action going on. If either of you are meteor-affected, I’m out of here. You pull a rock, and I’m gone.”

Lex and Lana both reacted as if slapped.

“You—?” Lex said, sexual arousal turning into ferocious curiosity.

“I told you,” Kal said, “I’ve encountered people with meteor-spawned abilities and meteor rock before. There was a doctor from Smallville, and his new wife went meteor freak on me. I do not wish to repeat the experience.”

“Oh,” Lex said, blinking in surprise.

Kal knew he was convincing, because every word of what he’d said was true. He never wanted to repeat what had happened with Alicia and William McBride. That little nightmare had been bad enough that Kal had nearly gotten arrested, despite letting the cops ‘play’ with him for free for a few weeks. He’d been lucky to survive Alicia’s rage. Her new husband certainly hadn’t.

“Neither of us are affected,” Lana said, frowning at him, “and frankly, I’m so terrified of the meteor rocks that I can’t stand to have any around me.”

“Good. Finally,” Kal said, looking around the room, “no cameras. I’m in hiding, which I’m sure you already know. I don’t want any pictures or videos made of me, on the off-chance they might get distributed and get back to my father.”

“We weren’t planning on taping this,” Lex said, looking concerned. “Can we help with that?”

“No,” Kal said, shaking his head. “There’s quite literally nothing you can do that would stop my father should he find out where I am. Money only goes so far, Lex. He’s…unstoppable.”

Lana and Lex exchanged looks that made Kal wonder if he’d already been taped. He’d have to check the apartment for cameras when he got home. It would be just like Lex to have bugged his house to see if he could learn more.

“All right then,” Kal said, nodding at them. “Where did you want to ‘play?’ Out here, or in the bedroom?”

They ended up in the living room, after a quick tour of the suite to see which areas would be best. By the time Kal pulled off his shirt, Lex was so hard that he looked as if he was having a hard time walking. There was a right way and a wrong way to get ready for these games, and Kal was an expert on easing his clients into it. He got Lana and Lex to help him into the gear, smirking at Lana’s trembling fingers and Lex’s pulse pounding at his temple and throat.

“You really like this,” Lex breathed as Kal knelt to let Lana fasten his wrists behind his back to the collar. “You actually enjoy getting tied up, abused, and fucked until you scream.”

“More than you’ll ever know,” Kal husked, the collar pressing against his throat restricting his breathing. He was hard as a rock by the time his arms were bound. For now, his legs remained free, though he had the ankle and thigh manacles on, so that they’d have the option of restraining his legs later.

Kal leaned forward, rubbing his face against Lex’s crotch. God, how many years had he wanted to do that? Kal thought he’d wanted to do that the first time he’d seen Lex, when he’d pulled him out of the river and given him the kiss of life. Lana whimpered on the couch, and Lex groaned, catching Kal’s hair and using it like reins to control Kal’s head.

“Your name’s Clark for tonight,” Lex said, voice rough with arousal. “I don’t care who you really are, for tonight you’re Clark Kent, and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!”

“I’ll be whoever you want, Lex,” Kal breathed, “as long as you fuck me!”

Lex groaned, pushing Kal back against the sofa. Kal deliberately spread his legs so that he was on display for the both of them. It was a little weird, but also incredibly sexy. The two people he’d spent his teen years obsessing about, in the same room with him, having S&M sex with him; it was nearly enough to make him come right then.

“You’re so turned on,” Lex purred, grabbing Kal’s bag to start laying out all the toys so he could see what there was. “I think we’ll need this just to control that cock of yours.”

“What is it?” Lana asked, eyeing the specially-made penile plug while sliding a hand to her crotch.

“Penile plug,” Lex explained, barely lubing it before grabbing Kal’s cock. “With this in, I own your orgasm. You won’t be able to come until I pull it out, Clark. You’re going to earn your come tonight.”

“Oh God!” Kal gasped, shuddering as it slid home in his cock.

He bit his lip against the pain. They were supposed to hurt a little bit, of course, but his was special. He’d had a tiny chip of Kryptonite put into the head of it, which weakened his invulnerability and strength just enough that he felt what his clients did to him. He could be bruised. He could be spanked, beaten, bitten, and it would leave marks on his body. It was tiny enough that the effect was minimal, not crippling him or cramping his entire body. He still had much of his strength, but he could feel what they did to him. Lex couldn’t have chosen a better toy if he’d tried. Lex started with a spanking, moved up to whipping Kal over his back, ass, and legs—all the while calling him Clark—and then draped himself over Kal’s glowing ass, chuckling as Kal moaned in pain. Lana was whimpering, her hands buried in her crotch as she watched the two of them.

“Are you sorry for lying to me?” Lex purred in Kal’s ear, biting his neck hard.

“Yes!” Kal gasped, truly meaning it.

“Yes, what?” Lex demanded, yanking at the collar around Kal’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” Kal whimpered, barely able to breathe from the pressure on his throat. “So sorry, Lex. Never wanted to lie to you. Had to. Sorry!”

“God,” Lex moaned, “wanted to hear you say that for so long, Clark.”

He switched to gentle caresses that set off licks of pain every time his fingers wandered over the welts and bruises he’d inflicted on Kal’s body. It felt wonderful to Kal. He knew perfectly well that his response to pain in a sexual setting was abnormal, to put it mildly. Pain felt better to Kal than pleasure did when it was accompanied by sex. Pain by itself was just pain, but pain plus sex was heaven. He often wondered if it was part of being an alien, or if he was just a pervert. In the end, it didn’t matter. He enjoyed what he did, and there were enough other people who loved dishing it out that he was rarely left unsatisfied.

“Please,” Kal moaned, bucking a little against Lex’s hips, “God, please, Lex. Want you to fuck me, please, please, take me!”

Lex chuckled and got out a condom. Lana was busily masturbating, biting her lip as she watched them, but it was Lex that Kal was completely focused on. Watching that condom roll down his cock was nearly orgasmic for Kal. He’d imagined this scene for years; almost from the moment that he met Lex, though he hadn’t understood his fascination with Lex, at first. To finally have his fantasies come true was bliss, even if Kal was doing it as a whore, and not as Lex’s lover. The intense desire for this to be real surprised him. He loved Gar, and was afraid of Lex’s obsession but, at this moment, Kal desperately wanted it to be real.

“Going to give you what I know you’ve always wanted, Clark,” Lex purred, eyes bright as he approached Kal, patting his welted ass. “You’ve wanted me for years, ever since you saved my life. You just never admitted it. Well, if you want this cock rammed in you, you’d better admit it now.”

“Always wanted you!” Kal gasped, tears standing in his eyes. “Wanted you from the first moment I saw you, Lex! So damn sexy, so in control, so opposite to everything in my life. Please, fuck me, fill me up, do me hard, and hurt me for lying to you for so long! Punish me with that cock!”

Lex shuddered. He took a deep breath, and then grabbed Kal’s hips, plunging into his ass without any preparation, any lube, anything. Kal nearly screamed it felt so good. It hurt. It felt incredible. He loved it. Lana’s moans were only background noise as Lex did as Kal requested. He punished Kal with his body, fucking him hard, fast, and deep, tugging on Kal’s collar from time to time, just to make it harder for him to breathe. Kal’s body tried to come once, but was blocked by the penile plug. By the time Lex was sweating, panting hard, and making incredibly sexy animal grunting noises, Kal was on the verge of another orgasm, whimpering nonstop and begging to be allowed to come.

“Take it!” Lex cried, coming hard. He pulled the penile plug out at the same moment, a sharp jerk that made Kal cry out. They came together, both shouting in ecstasy. They ignored Lana’s wail as she came. Lex kept the penile plug in his hand, clamped against Kal’s side, so that Kal’s injuries didn’t heal (rather to Kal’s relief—that would have been hard to explain).

“Oh fuck,” Lex panted, loosing Kal’s hands before pulling out of his ass. He passed the penile plug to Kal, pulled off the condom, disposed of it, and then collapsed next to Lana.

“Wow,” Lana whispered, her voice sounding hoarse from the screams.

“That…was better…than usual,” Kal said, laughing shakily through his panting. “You are entirely too good at that.”

He went to Lex’s side and cleaned his cock up with his mouth, making both Lex and Lana moan. Lex tasted as good as Kal had always thought he would. Lex petted his hair, sighing when Kal finally let him go. He was smiling when Kal looked up at him, with such a content, happy expression that it made Kal’s heart hurt. It would be so nice if this were real….

“I should be going,” Kal said, moving to collapse against the other sofa, penile plug still firmly in hand so that his injuries wouldn’t fade away. “I don’t dare stay too long, or the police will have to take official notice of me and what I do.”

“I wish you could stay,” Lex said, eyes going dark.

“I’m just a whore,” Kal said with a shrug as he took off his collar, rubbing the red mark the spike always put there. “As fun as this was, I’m not a part of your lives. You have a life ahead of you that I don't belong in. Looks like it’ll be a good one to me. That—” Kal pointed at Lana who blushed, “is a woman you should never let go of, Lex. Damned few women would let their husbands play like this...and enjoy it. She’s a keeper. Never forget that.”

“Thank you,” Lana said, blushing rosily and smiling at him as brightly as she ever did when they were younger, more innocent residents of Smallville.

“I know,” Lex said, smiling at Lana, and kissing her tenderly. “Trust me, I know that very well.”

Kal smiled and chuckled tiredly. He grabbed his clothes, finally putting the penile plug away after he pulled on his pants. He packed his bag of gear. His injuries faded as soon as the Kryptonite was away from his body, leaving him vaguely tired, but satisfied.

“Thanks again,” Kal said, nodding to the two of them cuddling on the sofa. “I’d strongly recommend not hiring me again. Once is okay, but twice will get the police’s notice. You’re rich, but you still have to pay attention to things like that. I have to be careful, too.”

“I agree,” Lex said sadly, eying Kal with his normal obsessed expression back on his face. “Pity.”

“Night,” Kal said as let himself out. He sighed once the door was closed. One night was better than never, Kal thought, heading back to Gar with quiet sadness. Hopefully, it would be enough for Lex, too.

+++++

The next day was a little cool (by Hawaiian standards), but clear and perfect for the contest. Gar was buzzing as they headed to the beach, excited to be competing again after a hiatus of almost six months. Breaking his leg had really set him back last year. Kal left his surfboard at home. He didn’t surf these waves. They were exciting, certainly, but too big for a normal human to catch. Kal could catch them, but only by using his powers, which took all the pleasure away for him. Besides, he hated the publicity involved with the contests, so he never competed.

“This is going to be so good!” Gar enthused, grinning as he pulled his number and got ready. “Damn, gonna be so nipped by the time today’s over.”

“Only you could look forward to chapped nipples,” Kal laughed, shaking his head at his lover.

“Hey, it’s a good day when you end up nipped,” Gar said, poking Kal in the ribs before laughing heartily.

They headed to the beach where the other contest surfers were getting ready. There were spectators, commentators, reporters, locals, and tourists mixed into the crowd. It was a noisy, exciting mess that Gar loved, and Kal quietly loathed. Lex and Lana were there, watching the crowd from the safety of a rented cabana. Lex went on alert like a birddog the instant he saw Kal, making Lana sigh and then glare at Kal. Gar saw Kal’s gaze and sighed.

“Was it a mistake to let you go to him?” Gar asked, frowning at Kal.

“No,” Kal said, shaking his head. “It was a mistake not to run as soon as he spotted me. He’s obsessed, Gar. He’s always been obsessed, he’s always going to be obsessed. We may have to run after the contest, but I want you to enjoy today at least. God only knows where we’ll end up when we do run. We may not be able to surf anymore.”

“Glad I’m included in the running,” Gar said with a tender smile. “Not that long ago you’d insist on my staying behind where I’d be safe.”

“I don’t think I could keep fighting my father without you,” Kal admitted quietly. “You’re the only reason I’ve been able to go on, Gar. Without you, I think I’d just give up.”

“Never give up! Never surrender!” Gar declared dramatically, laughing at Kal’s rolled eyes. “Come on, you. Let’s get me in line.”

The morning went well, with Gar making several good runs. Kal hooted and cheered with the others, about to burst with pride when Gar made the semi-finals. He came ashore, grinning so widely Kal could see his molars. They didn’t kiss, not with photographers snapping pictures of everyone, but Kal let his pride in Gar show on his face. About half an hour later, as the last of the preliminary runs were finishing up, Gar turned at a noise behind them and groaned.

“Woobie, cut it out,” Gar said, heading back into the crowd. “This isn’t the time for that sort of crap.”

Kal groaned, rolled his eyes, and started to turn when Gar made a horrible noise, something between a gasp and a gurgle. It was accompanied by a crunch that Kal automatically identified as breaking bone. Kal spun, only to see Gar starting to fall in a spray of blood that floated in the air like rubies. His neck was nearly severed, his eyes wide and unseeing. Woobie’s dreads were flying, and his eyes were wild with drugged-out rage, as his machete completed the swing that had broken Gar’s neck, slitting his throat from ear to ear.

“Gar! Kal screamed, there to catch Gar’s already dead body before it had fallen more than an inch.

Kal didn’t remember the next few minutes. He had no idea who wrestled Woobie to the sand. He had no clue what anyone said to him. He didn’t know who called the police, who took Woobie away. He wasn’t truly there. Kal held Gar’s body, watching the light fade from his lover’s eyes while feeling the hope die in his heart. It wasn’t until Lex’s voice eventually penetrated the fog that Kal came back to reality.

“Kal, let him go,” Lex was saying gently over and over, his fingers warm against Kal’s cheek.

Kal looked up, finding several cops, the contest organizer Al, and an EMT watching him with expressions raging from sorrow, to fear, to well-hidden disgust. Kal shuddered and very gently laid Gar’s body down in the sand. Lana was crying in the background, and almost everyone else was silent.

“We’ll take care of his body,” the EMT said gently. “Go get cleaned up.”

Kal nodded, unable to speak in his grief. It felt as if his heart had been cut out, as if his world had come to an end. It felt like nothing in the world would ever be good, or bright, or happy ever again. It felt like he’d died, but his body was too stupid to realize it. Lex caught Kal’s arm, trying to stop him from leaving. Kal just looked at him. Lex’s hand dropped as he went pale. Lana came to his side, taking Lex’s arm, pulling him away.

Kal walked away, heading back to the car he shared with Gar. People got out of the way, making a path for him. He was covered in Gar’s blood, so that wasn’t much of a surprise. The keys didn’t want to cooperate with his fingers at first, but he managed to unlock the car door. It took a few minutes to get his arm to cooperate when he wanted to start the car. He wasn’t sure how he drove back to their apartment. He really wasn’t sure he was safe to drive, but he was invulnerable, so if he crashed it wouldn’t matter. It wasn’t until he opened the door to their apartment that Kal truly broke down.