Combustion
Summary: Lacking the Kent's influence, college age Clark is a very different person than the farm boy we usually see.
Rating: MA/NC-17
Author's note: This story was inspired by the alternate world from the show Lois & Clark where Clark's parents are dead. I don't know how many times I have tried to start a story based on this, but finally one of them seemed to form something worth keeping. On Smallville, and in other places, it has often been mentioned that Clark is who he is because of the Kents. I wholly believe this and in thinking about that over and over, I came up with this story. Of course, some of his behavior could be related to something else...
And as with every WIP that I have, the details and events aren't final until the work is completed, nor is the work currently beta'd. It's in a pretty raw form for the time being. Anyway, read and let me know what you think!
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“This isn’t a suggestion, Luthor.” My
suitemate, Brian, told me as he busted into my bedroom. “You’re going to this
Halloween party whether you like it or not.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.” I replied, not looking up from my computer. I
had much more important things I needed to get done this weekend than go to a
stupid party.
“Don’t worry, Lex. Dale and I found the perfect outfit for you this afternoon.”
He tossed brown grocery bag onto the bed. “We knew you’d try to get out of this,
so we covered all our bases. He even said he’ll help you study for that Arabic
test on Monday.”
“But I don’t do parties.” I said. “I gave that up, remember?”
“Yeah, you gave them up and turned into a total geek wad.” He pulled me out of
my chair, pushing me towards the bathroom. “Get dressed.”
“I’m not going.”
“Just once more?” He begged. “For old time’s sake. No doubt there will be some
gorgeous babe there dressed in nothing but lingerie and cat ears who is just
dying for a good fuck.”
I frowned and he made a face.
“That’s right.” He said. “Forgot about the new development of you giving up
girls, too. Still don’t get that one, but whatever. So… maybe there’ll be some
guy there dressed in nothing but-”
“I’m doing fine in that department, thanks.” I said.
“Yeah, sure. Why don’t you just come with us. Give your poor wrist a break.” He
grinned and I desperately wanted to smack him. “Have a few drinks, get it on,
and forget about school for the evening. You can go back to being a history geek
tomorrow.”
“If I go tonight, will you really not bug me about it again?” I asked. I didn’t
mind the idea of going out once in a while, but I was not going to fall into the
trap I’d just gotten myself out of. After nearly failing the previous semester
at Met U, I’d decided that going out five or more nights a week was going to
have to stop.
“I promise not to bug you about it.” He paused. “At least not for a few weeks.”
I groaned, then agreed to go. It would be much easier than trying to fend the
guys off again next weekend.
“Sweet deal! Now get dressed!” Brian shoved me into the bathroom and slammed the
door. “And hurry!”
“A little fun once in a while isn’t going to hurt, right?” I asked myself as I
peered into the bag. The costume wasn’t something I’d have picked out, but at
this point I really didn’t have a choice. I put it on, then the two of us headed
off toward campus to find the rest of the guys.
About two hours, one beer, and three shots later, I was sitting on the couch of
some random fraternity house bored out of my mind. The guys had long since
hooked up and disappeared, leaving me to fend for myself. In the past, this had
never been an issue, but I seemed to be majorly crapping out tonight. I had lost
the knack for approaching people that appeared remotely interesting, and the
ones that approached me were utterly brainless. Sure, we were all here for free
booze and sex, but I still liked to have something with at least a little
substance.
“That hat is just so sexy.” A blonde angel said, settling herself in my lap,
nibbling my neck. “Are you a real cowboy, with like horses and cows and stuff?”
“Sure.” I told her, trying not to roll my eyes.
“I’ve always wanted to do a guy with a big… hat.” She giggled, squirming against
me.
Before I got the chance to let her know she wasn’t really my type, she set my
drink on the table and pulled me out into the hoard of dancing bodies. I started
to tell her that this really wasn’t a good idea when she began grinding into me.
I sighed, closing my eyes, letting my body respond to her even though my mind
was telling me she was going to be pissed later when she wanted something I
wasn’t going to give her.
I briefly looked up, my eyes meeting those of a gorgeous man dressed as my
favorite Egyptian god, Anubis. A dark canine mask covered the top half of his
face, a creamy white cloth covering the back of his head. The wrap around his
waist was made of the same material; gold accents adorning the edges of both.
His scarab necklace perfectly matched the gold and blue bands that wrapped
around his muscled arms. A bronze powder covered his bare skin, shimmering with
every move he made.
His eyes never left mine as he licked and nipped the neck of the tiger he was
dancing with. It was at this point that I realized the tiger was male. I felt
myself harden as I wished it was my neck he was teasing.
“You like this song, huh?” The angel whispered, having noticed my growing
excitement.
“Huh?” I tore my eyes away from him, glancing down at her questioningly.
She said something else, but I didn’t hear. I’d looked back up into the crowd
only to find that my god had disappeared.
“So what do you think?” She asked.
“I… well…” I stammered.
“Get lost, Angel.” A brusque voice said from beside me. I turned and saw that it
was the Anubis.
“No way!” She huffed. “This is my cowboy.”
“He’s mine now.” He snarled, peeling her off me. Her protests were ignored as
his arms wrapped around my neck, his body pressed against mine.
“I’ve been watching you all night.” He whispered into my ear. “Do you wanna have
fun with someone who knows what they’re doing?”
“Yeah.” I said breathlessly.
“Good.” He bit my ear and ground himself roughly into me. “Let’s dance, then.”
The beat became faster, and he held me tightly, our bodies moving in time with
the music. I kept my eyes on his, amazed at the beautiful golden flecks that
were mixed in with the dark green. Under his intense gaze, I felt like I was
drowning and soaring at the same time. When it got to the point where I could
barely breathe anymore, I took my hat off and nuzzled my face into his neck.
The pressure in my groin was becoming unbearable. I wanted to go somewhere, rip
my clothes off, and have my way with the gorgeous Anubis. Yet, I didn’t want to
leave this spot. His body was so warm, strong and inviting, and I’d been alone
for so long.
He began grinding harder against me, no longer dancing to the beat. A firm hand
grabbed my ass and pressed me as close to him as possible.
“I know you’re close, cowboy.” He said. “Let it go.”
I whimpered into his neck. Tried to resist. I didn’t want to come here. All
these people-
“Let it go.” He repeated, vigorously rubbing our bodies together.
I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Not here. But then he began scratching his claws against
the base of my skull and I gave in. I moaned, my nails digging into his back as
I came, my hips bucking fiercely up into him.
“Good boy.” He whispered, holding me up as I rested heavily against him. We
swayed gently to the music, and it took several minutes for me to catch my
breath.
“You didn’t…?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Nope. I’ve got other plans.” He said gruffly. “That ok?”
I nodded.
“Then. Bedroom. Now.” He snarled into my ear before grabbing my hand and leading
me inside and up the stairs.
Unfortunately, we found that every room was already occupied by other couples
already in the midst of their own fun. He pulled me into the bathroom and locked
the door.
“You have a tail.” I said, noticing it for the first time.
“Most wild canines do.” He grinned, running a claw along my jaw line. “You came
pretty hard downstairs, didn’t ya?”
“Yeah.” I whispered.
“Hopefully you’ll come even harder when I’m buried deep inside you.”
I shuddered in anticipation as he turned my body towards the full length mirror
on the back of the door. My hat was tossed on the counter, then he wrapped his
arms around my stomach. Undoing my belt and pants, he pulled my damp cock out
and slowly began stroking.
I watched in the reflection as he began licking across my shoulders, his eyes
occasionally meeting mine. The licking became nipping, and I grew harder in his
hand. I started to get dizzy, and closed my eyes, leaning back against him. I
wasn’t sure if it was from the intensity of the situation, the heat in the room,
or perhaps even the alcohol, but I didn’t care. I felt like I was in some lurid
hidden fantasy that I’d never known I’d had until tonight.
“Enough playtime. Take the rest of it off.” He commanded after a few minutes,
letting go of me and moving over to the medicine cabinet. I obeyed, stripping,
then tossing my clothes aside.
He put a condom and a bottle of lube on the counter, then grabbed me, roughly
positioning my body so I was leaning forward, my forearms resting on the
counter. My legs were slightly spread, and my ass was up and ready to be taken.
I gasped as two lubed fingers were shoved deep into me, stretching my insides;
his claws tickling and teasing my prostate.
They were soon removed and my companion dropped his wrap, applying the condom
and lube to his cock. I felt his tip against my hole and I cried out for him to
fuck me.
He slowly pressed himself into me, my muscles searing as they stretched, trying
to accommodate the intrusion. Once he’d completely filled me, he stilled. I
looked at his reflection, noticing his eyes were closed and he was panting
heavily. I gently pressed back against him. I needed him to move. I needed this
pain to go away.
His reverie broken, he grasped tightly onto my hips and began thrusting slow and
deep. I let go of the breath I’d been holding, which allowed my body to relax.
Pleasure soon took over as he gripped me firmly, his strokes becoming more
rapid, his tail now swishing gently against the inside of my leg.
He looked up, his eyes again meeting mine. His panting became shallow and beads
of sweat were sprinkled across the golden sheen of his chest. He pounded harder,
faster, deeper, never looking away. My entire body was throbbing intensely, and
I could feel precum dribbling down my cock.
Leaning forward, he nibbled his way up my back, eventually wrapping his arms
around my stomach. In this position, seemed to turn fully wild, his thrusts
became shorter and more powerful as he rutted deeply into me. Growling, he bit
my neck so hard I almost came. Just a little bit of friction down there and I
would. I wriggled under him, trying to rub against anything other than the
heated air around us. I grunted, frustrated that I couldn’t quite find release.
“Come, cowboy.” He demanded, grinding his body harder into me.
“Can’t.”
“Come!” He snarled, his teeth puncturing my skin in several places.
I felt my body tense up, then relief washed over me as I came, spurting out in
front of us. My arms trembled as he continued to drive himself powerfully into
me, continued to wound the flesh across my shoulders. It wasn’t long before he
surrendered, growling and whimpering as he came; his claws and teeth digging
into me one last time before he collapsed on top of me.
He was panting hard, his arms still tight around my stomach, and his cock still
buried deep within me. As good as this had been, I wasn’t sure how long I could
hold the two of us up. I wiggled slightly beneath him, hoping he’d understand,
but the only movement he made was to lift his head and gingerly lick my injured
shoulders.
Eventually, he stood, leaving me feeling empty and cold as he pulled himself out
of me. He tossed the condom, then quickly put his wrap back on. I turned around,
leaning my still shaky form against the counter.
“You’re a good fuck, cowboy.” He said, taking my hand and licking my palm. “If
you ever get bored with school, let me know. I’m always up for some fun.”
Immediately following his departure, I locked the door behind him, sitting on
the edge of the tub. I probably should have gone downstairs to find the guys, or
gone home, but I didn't. I felt too… weird. I felt alone, yet didn't want to be
around anyone else.
I also felt dirty. Both physically and mentally.
Deciding I could at least take care of the physical part, I turned on the
shower, setting it to the hottest temperature possible. Jumping in, I winced as
the water flowed over my shoulders, causing the bites to sting under the intense
heat.
I scrubbed every inch of my body as hard as possible, trying to erase what I was
feeling. I watched as red and bronze shimmery swirls mixed with the bubbles at
my feet, and only when the water coming off my body was clear did I stop
scrubbing.
Exhausted, I sat down under the spray, pulling my legs up to my chest, and
resting my forehead on my knees. Everything hurt. In that weird, good way. Pain
shouldn't feel good, but sometimes to me it does.
It's almost like I enjoy punishment. Not that I did anything wrong this evening.
Other than enjoy a brief interlude of intense rough pleasure with a guy I didn’t
even know. It wasn’t wrong, it was just that I knew better. Wanted better.
Wanted more.
But of what? I had no clue. I knew I had to keep up with the changes I'd started
making a few months ago. I was getting on the right track by stopping the
partying. Tonight had just been a tiny setback to show me that I had to keep
away from this kind of situation. It left me feeling empty.
Everything did lately, though. Except school. And that was probably because I
was studying a degree my father insisted wasn't good enough for me. Not studying
business had pretty much caused me kicked out of the family, but I didn't care.
I really hadn't felt a part of my own family since my brother had been born.
Julian was the chance for my father to start over in preparing the perfect son.
Especially since his first one had no interests in anything other than digging
in the sandbox pretending he was an Egyptian archaeologist.
Which I would be, but only if I kept my focus. Everything for the next two years
could only be about school. Once I had my Master's degree, and perhaps a job, I
could concentrate on other things. Like relationships and fun.
Not that I wouldn't allow myself to have a relationship with someone, but that
person would have to understand that school was going to come first. For now
anyway.
Perhaps I was going about the relationship thing wrong. I needed to avoid one
night stands and try to find a steady, nice guy who liked me for me, and not for
my name. Not that the family considered me a Luthor anymore. The world didn't
know that, though. They saw the name and instantly assumed they knew everything
about me.
I sighed and let my thoughts drift in circles, thinking about what family and
relationships really meant. And about what I had to do to keep changing my life
for the better. I could change, I had to. If I didn't get some positive people
around me, I was going to turn bitter like my father and brother.
About an hour later, I finally got out of the shower feeling both defeated and
hopeful. Grabbing a towel out from under the counter, I quickly dried off. I
really didn’t want to put my dirty clothes back on, but I didn’t have a choice.
Walking home naked wasn’t an option. I discarded my soiled boxers into the trash
before putting on my jeans and shirt, then slipping on my boots. I took one last
look around the room, making sure it looked at least somewhat like it had when
we’d come in. Not that I really remembered, but at least it made me feel better
that I’d hung up the towel and put the lube back into the cabinet.
When I grabbed my hat off the counter, I heard the metallic clank of something
hitting the floor. I leaned down and picked up a silver band that I instantly
recognized. Anubis must have taken it off before we’d…
Pocketing it, I grabbed my hat and ran down the stairs. I searched every room
again and again but couldn't find him. Nor did I even know how to locate him
elsewhere. Was he a student at Met U? Was he a resident of this house? I began
asking the remaining partygoers if anyone knew him, but most had no clue who he
was, and the few who did remember were too drunk to be of any help.
I finally gave up and headed back toward the dorms. The whole way there, I
twirled the ring in my fingers trying to figure out how to return it to the
original owner. The only information I had was that he had gold-flecked green
eyes and that the inscription on the ring appeared to say Ker. Part of it had
seemingly been rubbed off over the years, but at least I had something, right?
Hopefully it would be enough.
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