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 nNorth sShore 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 kisseding 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 accurateright 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, and 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 saidgranted. “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 grewpicked up. “Let’s ride it for a while, and see what they do. In the meantime, the waves are picking up.”

“Rad!” Gar saidagreed, 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 ask further 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 assince his adoptive parents had said 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, making 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 farr, 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 been afraidfeared. All he’d had to do was stay still..., and moan at the right times. It was over quickly, and he earnedgot 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 discoveredfound a way he could have sex, and actually enjoy himself. With strong enough straps and manacles strong enough, 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 beachocean. 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 massively counterproductive. All his enhanced sight could do was tell revealed was him what the fish were doing under the surface.

Kal had to master surfinglearn 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, too, though for most of them it involved was 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 snaitched 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 broughttaught 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 continueare any judge.”

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

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 howthe way the water looked was 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 , and started started to drying 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 himwho 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 as he was. 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. “A manSomeone 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 Helene 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 asnd 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 resultanting meteor freaks. Lex had managed to destroy the two aliens who had arrivedcome with the ship, then had destroyed the ship itself once it’s 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 said yesaccepted. Lionel had tried to drive them apart all that time, but ended up driving bringing them closer, adversaries against a common enemy. His death from liver disease had freed them to simply love each other without dissension.

They’d spent a year planning the wedding, finally choosing January to symbolize their 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 then again for hours once they’d arrived, exhausted by it all.

Clark’s disappearance had always been a shadow over their relationship. Neither of them could have any closure until they knew what happened to Clark, but neither of them had ever 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 found his thoroughly surprisingly criminal lifestyle, but he’d disappeared. There was no sign of him anywhere. No job, no home, no pictures, no nothing, not even a bus ticket for a different part of the country that 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.

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 <u>male</u> 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 supports himself by sellingsells 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 godGod!” 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 godGod,” 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 them 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. They The honeymooners both perked up.

“Stayed too long at the party,” Kal said worriedlyworried.

“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 <u>inside</u> 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 almost 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 under her.

“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 or not.”

“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 that Lana felt. They rose , and went nearly ran to the bedroom at nearly a run.

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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, cuddling 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 loosing my hair is I heal really fastfast, 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 in the leastat 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 <u>want</u> 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 standingstood, and they headeding 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 <u>our</u> beach,” Woobie grumbled before heading away, 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 longs 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, and wide eyes.

“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 gotten to seeseen. 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.”

+++++

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 wayexactly the opposite 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 on him. 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 saidagreed, waving Kal to join them on the couch. Lana curled up next to Lex, petting his stomach, and flirting with 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. YAny of 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 <u>not</u> 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 experience repeatanything like 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-c 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 like 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 getting 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 reducing 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 for later, 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 handles 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 displayed 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 whole entire body. He still had much of his strength, but he could <u>feel</u> what they did with 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 rear endass, 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, pulling yanking at the collar around Kal’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” Kal whimpered, barely able to breathe from the pressure on the collarhis 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 put 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