OF THE PAST
BOOK I: PART FIVE
Dr. Sebastian Fordman was monitoring the Solar probe. The telemetry
readings did not look good. The Solar cycle for activity was about
to hit its 13 year peek. All indications pointed to a very intense
and active period. Dr. Fordman lifted the phone and called US Space
Command. They would need to know that increased solar activity and
radiation would drastically effect the global satellite networks
and communications. All electromagnetic devices would be effected
to some extent. The probe was registering very intense fluxuations
in the corona. Flare activity would be stronger than the scientific
community had ever seen. Already the first signs of increased radiation
levels were being detected at monitoring stations across the Earth.
The next seven months would see very unusual weather patterns and
possible power and communications disruptions. None of this bodes
well for the people of Earth.
Damien Parker was having a very light lunch. The only person who
had a connection with his internal information and its source had
been eliminated. That made him feel so much better. It was almost
too easy to arrange that hit. It was a quid pro quo, a small piece
of information and a person who knew too much was taken out. Easy...too
easy and it was a heady power to acquire. It was a taste and it
was addictive. However he was not so powerful that he could challenge
the titans who 'owned' the operation. He knew Lex had no clue this
existed. If he did, it would be shut down. The boy was gaining a
conscience and that was bad business. The worst part was the incredible
influence Lex was going to gain. He knew Lex was now among the wealthiest
people on the planet. Moreover, he had yet to gain his true inheritance.
That irked Damien to no end. Lex was poised to reach the levels
of Bruce Wayne, Warren Buffet, Tony Starck, Bill Gates, Warren Worthington
II, and George Soros. Lex had everything he wanted. He needed fear
to make Lex move suddenly. Swift and unanticipated actions always
lead to mistakes. That is what Damien needed to happen. He needed
Lex to be his own worst enemy.
Lex was trying to come to grips with the sudden death of Nathan
Daniels. His father used the man for over five years as an agent
for the most 'unusual' circumstances. The whole world changed in
an instance, what had been an a game of one upmanship had now taken
a major turn to the real. Lex knew that his father had no clue that
he knew about Nathan. This was serious and his major pipeline for
information was on his way to Europe. He needed information and
he needed in ASAP. The main problem was his resources were tapped
at the moment in that department. That irked Lex. He was now a multi-billionaire
and his information supply was limited. His key spies inside Luthor
Corp were loyal to the highest bidder and Lex was in no position
to influence decisions inside the company at the moment. He began
to pace and heard the noises of construction in the background.
He was going to beg Jonathan and David to let the boys stay with
him every night. That was his only hope at the moment. It was that
or move out for now. Lex was beginning to feel overwhelmed and that
was never a good sign.
Whitney was doodling in his notebook. He was bored, school had
nothing left to offer him. He was going to graduate and he was going
to spend the summer and fall working with Lex. Lex wanted him to
help organize his asset structure. Whitney had picked up a few things
over the years. His oldest brother was a very successful Investment
Banker and all Jeff talked about was legal issues. So Whit had some
basics when it came to finances plus his Dad had started him on
book keeping when he was 13. Whitney knew inventory, accounts receivable,
accounts payable, payroll, etc... It made him crazy that he already
knew how to run a business before he could vote. His Mom was a CPA
so she looked over everything and blah, blah, blah.
All Whit ever wanted to be was special. His hidden passion, his
dream was a fantasy but growing up he wanted to be a wizard. He
loved Merlin, Gandalf, and Ged. He wanted to be a Dragonlord and
have adventures. He played with his friends and did the sports thing
because that is what his Dad wanted but he wanted to transform into
a hawk and fly away. He wanted to be an Elvenlord and take on the
forces of Darkness but his family was rooted in the honest to God
salt of the Earth Kansas reality. He made it a point to visit a
bookstore whenever he visited one of his brothers. He had a savings
account since he was five but he always managed to keep some pocket
change and saved in order to splurge on a book. He had a fairly
large collection. His parents did not mind as long as he did what
he was supposed to. He did what we was supposed to, kept his grades
up, did well on the Placement Tests, and won football games. He
smiled inwardly because nothing worked out the way his parents wanted
So Whitney let his mind wonder and could 'feel' Lex and Clark.
It was a vague tingle that he could label. If he tried hard enough
then he could tell what they were feeling. It was nothing specific
and it required intense concentration. Thinking about his guys brought
about an embarrassing reaction. Whit's cock went full mast. He reached
down and adjusted himself but he had a good sized cock and it would
be noticeable. He was in slacks and wearing regular boxers, not
the Calvin Klein boxer-briefs he normally favored. He was not in
Clark's league, that boy had two full inches on him and was thicker.
He made Whit feel small and Whit was not small. Thinking of Clark's
cock made Whit's drool. `Great now I'm going to soak my boxers.'
He looked down and his nine inch tool was visible. He began to panic
because class ended in five minutes.
Clark sprang wood and was very horny. He had been concentrating
on his history assignment and his cock snaked down his leg. He was
panting. He noticed Pete and Lana shoot him a look. Clark looked
down and began to panic. He was achingly hard and needed a release.
He wanted to scream he needed to shoot and soon. He had no idea
what happened. He went from fine to desperate in one second. He
knew Whit's schedule by heart and a place that would be deserted.
He was going to have sex in school. Clark, Mr. Goody Two Shoes,
Kent was going to break a number of rules because he needed satisfaction,
Whit began to take deep relaxing breaths and his dick, while at
full length, was no longer rigid. He wanted to find Clark. He wanted
out of school, he just wanted and that was the problem. He dick
was hard again. `UGH.' Whitney was going to insist that he get off
every morning before school. He had always thought of himself as
a dominant person but he loved getting fucked. Lex, with his thick
eight or Clark with his not quite foot long, hit him just right
and made his ass hot. He enjoyed fucking but he had admitted to
himself that he enjoyed getting it more. Whit was a sub and knew
it. He needed Clark or Lex and soon.
`SHIT!' Whit stood up and brought his books to cover his crotch.
Before he knew it Clark grabbed his elbow and was leading him quickly
down the hall. He could feel Clark's need and it matched his own.
They needed release and if it did not happen soon they were going
to need to change clothes.
Lex was suddenly very horny. He couldn't concentrate on the issues
at hand. He heads to his bedroom and locks the door. He undressed
and relaxed on his bed. He closed his eyes and could tell that he
was aroused because his lovers were almost in a state of frenzy.
He stroked his cock and could feel everything that they were feeling.
Every action they were taking he could 'see.' It was the ultimate
Clark took Whitney to a storage room that was abandoned on the
third floor. He had both of their clothes off in moments. The passion
and energy began to throb in their veins. It moved with the heartbeats
and pulsed throughout their bodies. Clark carried a small bottle
of lube in his backpack and quickly put it to good use. Clark entered
Whit, holding him against him while Whitney wrapped his legs around
Clark's thighs. Clark was floating and had no idea. He and Whit
were having sex vertically. The very air around them was charged
with energy. There was a side effect; the whole school was caught
up in their passion. Every boy was sporting an erection, much to
the dismay for those changing in the locker room. Every girl was
having an intense fantasy of love unending. Clark and Whitney floated
a foot above the floor and Clark drove deeper into Whit. Whit's
cock was trapped between their stomachs, the friction driving him
crazy but no real rhythm to find release. Time had no meaning, only
desire and fire. Finally the intensity of it all culminated in an
spectacular orgasm that drained the both of them. The whole school
was released from the emotional spell. Many of both genders needed
a release from the intense hormonal assault that had plagued them.
Most of the students the day would be an exercise in frustration.
There was no shame that day for guys to see other guys with a throbbing
hard-on in the locker room. The bell rings and they quickly clean
up and get dressed. They realize that they skipped second period.
Clark and Whitney would be oblivious to what was happening the rest
of the day. Whitney had Senioritis bad and was ready to ditch school
at any time. Clark was caught up in Whitney's attitude. However,
they did get back to class.
Lana and Chloe were coming perilously close to coming out of the
closet. They had been effected like everyone else in the school.
They wanted each other desperately. Chloe looked up from her locker
and noticed that everyone had a desperate look about them except
Whitney and Clark, who were walking down the hall, merrily chatting
away. They had that freshly fucked look about them 'Fucking jerks!'
"Hey Chloe, how are you?"
"Horny...I'm so sorry, I did not mean to say that out loud.
You and Whitney look happy...did you skip class?" Whitney has
continued down the hall heading to his locker.
"SHHHH! We needed some private time. Don't say anything...please?"
"Clark, you and he are ALWAYS having sex. It's annoying. By
the way, did you know that guy that was in Smallville looking for
Lex is dead?"
"WHAT...how do you know?"
"Simple, Metropolis PD had, what looked like a major gangland
hit last night. Only one body was found. He guy matches the description
of `our' guy. I sent the picture to the Daily Planet and got confirmation
that they are the same guy."
"Clark, I have some contacts that you are unaware of. So where
did you and the Whitster sneak off to? I'd kinda like to use the
"Not telling. If I did then the whole school would find out
and then I couldn't use it in an emergency."
"Clark, I'm HAVING AN EMERGENCY!"
"No, can't tell you. Have you seen Pete? My Dad wants to hire
him and his group this summer. I'm being replaced."
"Don't worry, I'll tell you when I can but lets just say that
there are many changes in the works."
"There are times I really hate you Clark Kent."
"Nah, you love me, too bad I am spoken for. Speaking of which
here comes Whitney."
Lionel looked across the skyline of his city. There was no doubt
that he was a modern day Baron and that Metropolis was his domain.
The past was always something that was done, forgotten, hidden should
the need arise. He looked down at the picture, something from his
youth. Pain radiated from his long forgotten heart. The past could
never be dismissed. The past always calls, refusing the mental barriers
that held it in check. The past was a ghost, a spectre that whispered
in the night and called in dreams. Regardless of how much one wished
it away, the past was real, twisted in perception, burned in neurons.
The past lived. The letter had brought the past back, resurrected
it from its hollow tomb. The picture, proof positive that such a
time existed once.
Charlie Fordman was looking something to do. He was bored, the
team was looking invincible and Charlie was the leader of the
defense. He went looking for Jonathan but he was busy, avoiding
him actually. Charlie was tired of school and was ready to head
out and find something to make him feel alive. That was the way
of it. He rode past the Luthor lands and saw the lake that he
and Jon went skinning dipping in. He loved Jon but wanted more
than Jon could offer. He liked sucking on Jon's thick tool but
all Jon ever did was give him a hand job. He wanted Jon to fuck
him hard. He wanted a blow job. He wanted Jon to kiss him and
that was the heart of the matter. Jon was using him to get off
when he and Nell weren't seeing eye to eye. Charlie knew that
Jonathan was his best friend but this relationship wasn't.
That was how it began for Lionel, the night he saw Charlie out
by the lake sitting quietly. Lionel was in Smallville to check
on things. He had to check on his ailing mother and was out walking
by the lake. Lionel knew beauty when he saw it and the young man
was beautiful. Long blond hair and a light dusting of facial hair.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"I'm Charlie...I come out here to think. You?"
"I'm Lionel Luthor, my mother lives in the house on the
other side of the lake."
"I'm sorry Mr. Luthor sir, I'll leave."
Lionel noticed the pain that the young man had and it drew Lionel
in. Pain, the very foundation of the next few years. Pain, the
beginning and the end. Pain, all that was left from that long
Lionel turned away from the picture and went back to finding
an operative. He had learned that Nathan was dead but that was
all. He had no specific information and knew that this was a dreadful
sign. Nathan had been his primary operative for five years. Lionel
began to make arrangements with his retired operative to get a
new replacement online ASAP. Unknowns were a very dangerous items.
Their very nature created chaos. The unknowns surrounding Nathan
created too many scenarios many of which ended poorly. The game
had taken a dangerous turn and Lionel had not courted danger in
a long time. Perhaps it was just as well. This might also aid
him in dealing with his son. He turned and looked out at the skyline
again. The past and the present were merging, cycles repeating
Whitney dropped Clark off at his house and headed for work. Whitney
had to begin the transition from his family's direct ownership to
the new partnership. He and Jeff needed to get everything inventoried
from the stanchions to the registers. It was going to be a pain
but his Dad wanted to get the sale over with soon.
Clark was not feeling well. He had a headache and could not remember
having one since his permanent teeth came in. He was lucky because
he did not need braces. His teeth came in perfectly but four molars
came in at the same time and were done in three days. That was the
last time his head hurt like this. Even the bruised ribs did not
hurt like this. He felt horrid.
"Hi sweetie, how was school?"
"Fine mom, I'm going to do my chores and go over to Fordman's
and help do inventory for the sale."
"You okay Clark, you look flushed."
"I'm fine Mom, don't worry."
"Okay dear, your father is out on the south pasture working
with the herd."
Clark went about doing his chores trying to ignore the strange
way he felt. He wanted to hurry so he could join Whitney at the
store. Lex was going to come by after stopping by and having a chat
with Lana at the Talon. What Clark really wanted was sleep but there
was too much to do. He could not ever remember feeling this tired,
even when he was stripped of his powers.
"Clark, you're here. Come on, Jeff and I have run the final
tallies for today's sales. We have to inventory the store's infrastructure
and then we can use those numbers to finalize the transfer by weeks
"No problem, where do you want me to start?"
"Clark, you okay?"
"Fine, Whit...so where?"
"Start with the cash registers, I need vendor and serial number."
"You got it."
Lex did show up and helped catalog the storerooms that held the
seasonal decorations. Whitney could not help but make fun of a dust
covered Lex. Lex laughed good-naturedly and kissed Whit. Clark had
walked up and despite his fatigue was aroused.
"I want one."
"Oh course Clark. You never have to ask for a kiss, there
is an infinite and unlimited supply available." He kissed Clark
but stopped him when Clark's hands started roving.
"There is however a time and a place for that. Sorry but work
has to come first in this case. Trust me that will not always be
Clark pouted a little kissed Whitney and went back to work.
Clark went home and was uncomfortable. His stomach was upset and
his skin felt like thousands of bugs were crawling all over him.
A shower had not helped him. He was thirsty but no amount of water
helped. He gave up and tried to go to sleep.
Clark was dreaming...the vistas that had become so familiar came
into focus. The winds were whispering to him. He could see events
moving swiftly by yet could not make out an individual item. Events
slowed and he saw a great war being fought. The mighty city he had
witnessed being built was being stormed. Weaponry that only George
Lucas could imagine was horrifyingly effective. Standards moved
and different groups fought for supremacy outside the Citadel's
gates. Clark knew instinctively that this city was the living, breathing
heart and soul of his people. It was the center of all that was.
The forces that held this city would hold the masses. He had no
idea how events had reached this point but he saw the carnage that
was the plains surrounding the gleaming city. The guardians of the
tower stood sentry, no warriors would disturb them. This victory
can not be tainted. The Houses must declare a winner in Council.
Clark saw the witnesses, cloaked and hooded, watching in silent,
Clark woke up covered in sweat. Lex had asked and had been rebuffed
about Clark and Whitney spending every night with him. Lex had not
pressed the issue with David or Jonathan and Clark did not feel
like arguing. His dad wanted Clark to wait until summer to spend
every night with Lex. He ached all over and wondered briefly if
he had lost his powers again. He looked and his vision was fine
he could see clear through the house into the storm cellar where
his ship was kept. But the reaction to using his powers was a piercing
pain in his head. He hurt so bad he wanted to cry.
Whitney and Lex each woke up from a dead sleep and felt the shadow
pain that Clark was experiencing. Neither of them could pinpoint
where the pain was coming from. It came from no part of the body
and it did not come from the link. All it was a dull throbbing ache
that was draining, a toothache of the soul. Neither would go back
to sleep but they also could not tell that Clark was hurting deeply.
Clark got out of bed and went downstairs. He had never taken pain
medication before, even when he injured his ribs. He found the bottle
of Advil and took five. He went back and tried to sleep but it would
be illusive. He gently rocked himself and cried gently, unable to
comprehend what was happening. Finally sleep claimed him again but
soon he had to wake and go to school. The Advil had had no effect
on him. The pain had remained and Clark hurt all the more because
Clark was able to get up and go to school and pretend that everything
was okay. He was deeply worried, but he was no worse than he was
yesterday and for that he was thankful.
Roger was beginning to hate Europe. They did not speak English
and if they did they had no idea what he was talking about. A hacker
friend of his had placed three of the numbered accounts to banks
here in Zurich. He had monitored the shift changes and the security
but he was tired and would not try. He had bribed a banker with
$50K in cash and found out the names on the three accounts. None
of them were Luthor Corp or Lionel's. It at least gave him a starting
point in researching the history. He also found out that these three
accounts had less than one transaction a year for the last ten.
The total assets held was a staggering $2.4billion. All of this
raised red flags to Roger. `Why keep that much money dormant? It
makes no sense.' He recorded his findings and moved on. He was going
to hang here until Thursday and then head to Amsterdam. He knew
that the Luthor family had used Amsterdam as a clearing house prior
to World War I when they still held assets in Europe.
Lex pulled up to the farm. He needed to asked Jonathan some questions
and he also was dropping off the prospectus for Martha to read.
He brought the picture of Jon with Charlie Fordman. Lex assumed
that his Mother had sent these items to his Uncle for safe keeping.
That was the only logical reason for him to have been in possession
of such items. He got out of his Porsche and walked right into the
"Hello Lex, what brings you here?"
"Good morning Martha, dropping off the prospectus and some
pictures that my Uncle's estate had."
Jonathan walked in and saw the picture of him and Charlie. Jon
froze, the words that Lex was uttering had stopped making sense.
He hadn't seen a picture of Charlie in twenty something years. He
wanted to forget, he wanted to scream, he wanted it to go away.
He never told Martha...anyone about his senior year in high school.
He hated what he'd done and what it had lead to. 'NO!' Jon thought,
'go away...its ancient history!' He sat down abruptly, tears in
his eyes. Martha and Lex stopped and looked at Jon, but he was now
lost in memories...and his own actions which had so changed his
life and the lives of many. He had refused to acknowledge what he
felt so plainly. He refused to think about that which haunts him.
The one moment, when there is break...a clear break...the one point
that historians could look at and say with no doubt...IF ONLY.
Jon and Charlie had finished smoking a joint. It was good shit.
Jon liked to smoke on occasion. He picked up a beer and chugged
it. Charlie was his best friend, his best pal. Charlie had told
him he loved him. He tried to kiss him. Jon stopped him and said
it was cool but he was not like that. That had been three weeks
ago. Jon leaned over and placed his hand on Charlie's thigh. Charlie
responded by placing his on Jon's crotch. Moments later Charlie
was sucking Jon's dick like a pro. For Jon the bliss he felt was
better than screwing Nell any day. He could relate to Charlie
in ways that he couldn't with Nell. He came hard and Charlie swallowed.
Jon reached over and gave Charlie a hand job. Jon was not a cocksucker.
Jon was a man. He was the Captain of the football team and had
ambitions for a professional career. Charlie leaned over to kiss
him but Jon moved away and grabbed another beer. Charlie's face
reflected his disappointment but Jon did not want to hurt his
friend but he was a guy and guys did not kiss other guys. Jonathan
Kent felt shame, not for what had taken place but because he was
hurting his friend.
"Jonathan are you okay? Jon..." Jonathan was yanked back
into the present. He looked and saw the picture after the homecoming
game and all the great times he had with Charlie. It was all ashes
and bitterness now. Guilt and horror and the pains of what might
"Yeah Martha, I'm fine. I haven't seen a picture of Charlie
in twenty years. Hi Lex."
"I'm sorry, I did not mean to bring back bad memories."
"Its okay Lex, just...unexpected. So what prospectus?"
"The lovely Ms. Lang tendered a proposal to renovate the Talon
and turn it into a Caf and Bookstore. It has all kinds of tax advantages."
"So, LFK owns the property, not me. The decision requires
other consent besides mine. Also...I need a personal assistant,
someone I can trust...do you have any ideas?"
Jonathan did not follow the whole thread of the conversation. He
was more involved in the flood of memories from his senior year
and the humiliating event that had torn at him and cost him his
The security around incoming merchandise was sloppy at best. The
guards were underpaid and overworked. A quite payoff was all one
needed to get access long enough to steal even a container ship.
The explosives destined for mining operations where picked up and
walked right out the front gate. The detonation caps were also taken.
In all over two tons of explosives disappeared into thin air.
Damien hid his smile as he cursed in Spanish at the incompetent
Port Director. Damien made it clear that his company was going to
be compensated for the lose of the shipment and that the mines would
have to be as well. Damien did smile once he ended the phone call.
Luthor Corp was going to claim twice the amount lost and take a
write off. Then Luthor Corp was going to claim the liability payment
to the mining operation, a lie. In all Luthor Corp would make five
times the money it would have on a straight up transaction and half
of it untraceable.
"Now if only everything else goes according to plan."
Damien was hesitant to place another spy in Smallville so soon
after getting rid of one. It was a small town and new people stood
out like sore thumbs. As much as he wanted a person on the ground
there was no way he could get one there in the near future. He was
going to have to use what resources he had available to him in the
Clark, Lex and Whitney all had dinner together at the castle. Whitney
cooked. Lex and Whitney were worried because Clark was pensive and
withdrawn. They had learned from Jon and Martha that Clark had an
almost obsessive need for privacy at times. So the guys did not
push the issue. They simply relaxed and enjoyed each others company.
"You know, I still can't believe you cooked tonight. I swear
you bought it and served it like it was your own."
"Well, Lex, I'll take that was a compliment that my cooking
rates as restaurant quality."
"I would not go that far."
"Bastard! See if I cook for you again."
"AW Whit, I'm playing...it was great, right Clark."
"Oh...I don't know. The pasta was a little over done and the
vinaigrette a little salty. HEY!"
"You both suck you know that. I faked everyone one of my orgasms."
"I should have!"
"It was wonderful but over complimenting the chef could lead
to a culinary disaster later."
"Boys, we have a little time...lets go relax in the bedroom.
It's the only place that is not a huge mess."
Clark was content to play a passive role in the proceedings. Whit
and Lex didn't say anything and Clark did enjoy himself so that
allayed their fears as well.
Clark was happy to be home. He loved them but he did not want to
worry them that something was wrong. The body ache faded while they
had sex but returned shortly after. Clark undressed and wanted a
Clark was dreaming again, he listened as someone he could not see
The peoples revere the life-bond. It is very rare, less that
two percent of all the people are life-bonded, either different
or same sexed it does not matter. But far more rare and considered
sacred is the tri-bond. Only once in all the history of the peoples
have three males bonded. Providence Be Praised. The salvation
of the peoples and our modern government began there.
Clark woke up. It was the first time he had clarity in his dreams.
He understood...but he didn't understand. His body hurt worse and
his head hurt. He prayed for relief, just prayed because that was
all he had left.
Whitney and Lex had seen and heard Clark's dream. A voice had resonated
and though they did not understand the meaning, they understood
that answers would come. Both of them noticed that strange pain
was back and stronger. Neither of them knew it was Clark. The pain
inhibited concentration. It mucked up the link. None of them could
feel the other because the pain was forcing each one to concentrate
on himself. All any of the three wanted was sleep. It finally came.
Dr. Fordman was on a videoconference with Jet Propulsion in California
and the British Observatory in London. The Hubble had taken mass
spectrographs of the Sun and all indications were that a massive
solar flare was imminent. Already two smaller flares had been issued
from the corona in the last twelve hours and contact with the Solar
probe had been lost. There was too much interference from the sun.
"Dr. Fordman, I think the consensus is to warn all commercial
satellite operators and all governments to shut down and protect
all orbiting assets. The Earth is in the direct path of the next
"I have already placed US Space Command on alert. I can inform
them of this decision but I am not the person who makes that call.
I must end this and call the Director. He needs to inform the White
House and they will warn the world."
"Dr. we are already seeing many effects around the world.
Sudden loss of power, communications disruptions. If power were
to go out, say in New York, late in the evening then mass chaos
"I understand what you are saying but again, this is not my
call to make. Gentlemen, if you will excuse me. I need to talk to
Clark got up early and used his PDA to tell Whitney that he left
to go to school to finish his homework. He showered dressed and
left, hoping to avoid his parents and any questions they might have.
He had looked in the mirror and noticed that his complexion was
paled and he had dark circles under his eyes. He tried not to worry
but he had never felt this way before. He zoomed on his way to school
and that was a mistake. The moment he stopped pain raced down his
nerves and he felt like he was on fire. He screamed in agony mentally.
Whitney had not looked at his PDA. He had gotten up early and called
Lex to see if he was okay. He told Lex he would check on Clark first
thing. He pulled into the Kent driveway and headed into the kitchen.
"Good morning Whitney, he's not up yet."
"I'll get him up."
Whitney climbed the stairs and screamed.
Lex was still in bed but looking at his computer when his mind
filled with fire and he was screaming in agony.
Jonathan ran to the staircase and saw a crumpled Whitney.
"Clark..." it came out in a strained whisper.
"What about Clark?"
"Where is Clark?"
"School... find Lex." with that Whitney passed out.
Jonathan ran out and climbed into the truck. He raced for the school
and found Clark on the steps outside passed out. He picked his son
up and was barely able to get him into the truck. He brought Clark
into the house and saw that Whitney was conscious but dazed. The
moment Jonathan pulled up and got Clark into the house he went to
see if Lex was having the same symptoms.
Lex had fallen while trying to get out of bed. His body...everything
was on fire. He felt strong arms pick him up and carry him downstairs
and he felt a breeze on his face.
"Lex, its Jonathan. I'm taking you to my house. Clark and
Whitney seem to be in the same shape you are in."
Whitney was standing when Jonathan pulled up. He waited for Jon
to bring Lex inside. Lex perked up when he felt Whit touch his arm.
The fires raging in his soul dampened down. The two went and saw
Clark passed out on the sofa. They moved and touched him at the
same time. It was like a lightning bolt, the energy coursing from
Clark into Lex and Whitney. Both of them fell to their knees, gasping
Dominic was in a city of crossroads. This was the city where West
meets East, a clash of cultures. He had some issues to clarify and
some private projects that needed vetting. He had contacts in the
former Eastern Bloc. He knew that all actions required information
but he needed capital in order to BUY the proper information. He
had found some intriguing plans for some new alloys Hardwick had
been working on. A few quick calculations and Dominic had an idea
for a vastly improved RPG (rocket propelled grenade.) The new alloy
was itself a secondary incendiary device. A new RPG could be used
as an armor piercer, then have the initial explosion and then the
secondary fragmented explosion. Initial tests with the new alloy
showed great promise.
Dom was meeting an old colleague to get some much-needed cash flow
for himself. He needed an information source in order to play at
the level he wished to play at. Right now the Hardwick transition
afforded him many opportunities. Shipments could be displaced, experiments
ended and moved to new locations, all kinds of things could happen
in a transition and once the period was over and the dust settled,
no one would be the wiser.
Dom had goals he wanted and he had a burning desire to take Luthor
Corp. He had used Lex to play against his father but that ploy ended
with his exile to Southeast Asia. Now he was here because Lex wanted
him here. It was the worst position to be playing from, the middle.
The odds were long that he could achieve his goals but the payoff
if he could would be priceless. All he needed was information and
money. He had a plan for the money and that would get him the information
that he needed. After that all that was necessary was patience,
it was a virtue after all.
Whitney and Lex struggled to get up. They wondered if that is what
it felt like to get electrocuted.
"Are you okay?" Martha asked of the boys.
"Aspirin woulde be most welcome at the moment. Whitney?"
"Guys, what is happening?"
"I don't know. I was walking up the stairs to get Clark when
everything hurt, inside my mind. I...it is very vague after that
until Lex got here...then we went to touch Clark and BANG, all over
"I was trying to get out of bed when it all went dark. I have
no idea what caused this. What time is it?"
"I feel like I could go back to sleep. Martha, please, the
aspirin, my head is killing me."
Martha leaves the room and returns with two glasses of orange juice
and the bottle of aspirin. Both boys offer her heartfelt thanks
and move to the side of their sleeping third.
Clark was dreaming, he had a vague sense that Whitney and Lex were
there but he had no grounding. He felt lost. There was a maelstrom
of pain swirling around him and he ached in ways he never had before.
The voice in his head echoed deeply but the words and their meaning
slipped past him. All the previous dreams of his hidden ancestry
rushed by like people said when your life flashed before your eyes.
He screamed but had no voice. He cried but had no tears. He sat
up and cleared his eyes. His parents and lovers wore expressions
of worry and all visibly lighten at his movement.
"Ugh...I feel like shit."
"Sorry, mom. How did I get home?" Jonathan and Martha
sit next to Clark.
"Whitney came over this morning and suddenly screamed. He
told me where to find you. Son, what is going on?"
"No, I don't. I hurt, everything hurts and its worse after
I use my powers."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Since Sunday, I guess."
Lex and Whitney crouch in front of the Kents. "Clark, why
didn't you tell us about this. Whit and I have been worried. You've
been so withdrawn."
"There is nothing that you could of done. I didn't want to
"Clark, we love you, even if we could do nothing at least
we could share the pain. I think we have been feeling the side-effects
The headquarters for US Space Command was watching a real-time
satellite feed from the Hubble Space Telescope. These same pictures
were being monitored at all astrophysics labs and NASA stations
around the world. A huge solar flare burst from the surface of the
sun. Tons of plasma was ejected at high velocity out into space.
The Hubble was watching the rest of the electromagnetic spectrum
as well and what the scientific community saw astounded them. A
solar storm of epic proportions was in progress and the Earth was
going to catch part of it. The Commanding General watched in horror
as the Hubble showed the vast radiation field that was moving along
the solar winds.
"Get me the President."
The National Security Advisor was going live on every network,
around the world.
"We are monitoring a serious situation in space. The President
has ordered the FAA to ground all flights and to divert to the nearest
landing site. NASA estimates that the solar flare will disrupt communications
and possibly any electromagnetic device. There is a high possibility
of power disruptions. Please, we urge all citizens to remain calm.
Our best data show that the events will begin in approximately fifteen
minutes." The press briefing room exploded with questions,
few of which could be answered.
Bruce picked up a phone and dialed Wayne-Tech.
"George, power down the birds. Leave the ST-11s running but
move them to a higher orbit."
Bruce had killed a number of communication relay satellites in
order to protect them. He and many other operators would pray that
the uplinks could be restored and that they would come back online.
It would be a long day.
"Clark, it is not your fault. You did not cause this, we have
no idea what did."
"Yeah, look...can I go lie down?"
"Sure Whitney, use the guest bedroom. In fact why don't all
of you go...NO SEX!" Clark had a look of horror on his face
when his mother said that. Whitney and Lex turned bright red and
walked up the stairs. It was at that point Lex noticed that he was
still dressed for bed. All three of them climbed in together.
Across the globe power began to flicker and cell phones ceased
to work. Cable broadcasts went down and satellites stopped transmitting.
The first wave of radiation was impacting the ionosphere. The National
Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, in consultation with NASA,
warned the Director of the Federal Emergency Management Agency,
that the increased ionization would increase all storm strengths
and intensities. The ability to predict the weather had severely
hampered without radar and satellite coverage. This was new territory.
Clark screamed. Whitney and Lex had been holding him and felt the
energy flowing through them. Blackness claimed all three.
The high priest looked over the plain and knew that an event of
great magnitude was unfolding. One could never be sure if it was
for good or ill until it had passed.
The young Princes from the Houses of El, An, and D'or met for the
first time. It was by accident. Each went looking for an answer
to the war. They met in the ancient grove in the hills near the
Citadel. It was known for its meditative peace and the clarity of
mind it brought. No advisors, no generals, just the three of them.
The War had claimed many a family member and each had no desire
to lead the peoples. But they lead three of the mightiest Houses
left on Krypton. The House of El had the strongest claim on the
Crown but the Prince's father did not want it. An and D'or still
had powerful armies and lead strong factions. Providence was with
them as it was love at first sight. For the first time in all of
the history of the peoples, a tri-bond had formed between three
males. The Princes ordered their forces to withdrawal from the fields
of battle and to regroup. The Allies of the Houses were confused
but could not fight without those supporting levies.
The high Priest grinned as he heard the news. Providence had tilted
in the their favor. The peoples would see peace in this lifetime.
The other forces that would claim power sought to press their advantage
but could not find purchase. The combined might of the Houses claimed
the Holy and capital city. But none of the Princes wished to be
crowned. A Tri-Regency was established and all the Houses formed
the Great Council. The Crown and Throne would go unused for the
duration of the peoples. The war that had raged for forty cycles
ended in less than a cycle after the bonding. Each Prince took a
concubine to continue the lines of their Houses but a sacred tri-bond
had formed. None would challenge it.
It was considered the single greatest event in all the History
of the Peoples. All Houses gave up the keeping of an army. The Council
would rule together. Never again would war ravage the planet. Peace
had come to Krypton and the House of El was considered its author.
Chloe had watched the broadcast from the White House as it was
transmitted over the Internet. She powered off the computer and
did the same to every device in the Torch offices. School was being
let out due to the emergency. She decided to disobey Lex and get
involved in finding out what that mystery guy was up to. She knew
where he had been staying. She checked her backpack and saw the
small supply kit that she had ordered over the Internet two years
ago. A cousin who worked for Dallas PD showed her how to pick locks
when she was ten, for kicks. Little did he know that she used that
information in blind pursuit of the truth whenever she had cause.
She found the duplex he had been leasing and went up the back staircase
and jimmied the lock. She hit the light switch but there was no
power. `Damn.' She brought out her digital camera and found that
it was still working. She used it to take some quick snapshots.
She got out her mini-flashlight and went snooping. She found his
hiding place and place the disks and the papers in her bag and left.
She had the leads she needed to find out what the hell was going
on. Over all she thought the guy was sloppy. He got himself killed
and left the info in a very obvious place. Who places vital stuff
in an air duct.
Lex and Whitney slowly came to their senses. They saw Jon and Martha
sitting next to the bed.
"We heard Clark scream, when we got up here all of you were
passed out. That was almost an hour ago."
Clark stirred and slowed sat up. He felt an intense pain in his
eyes. He could feel Whitney and Lex supporting him from either side.
"My eyes hurt." he opened his eyes and a thin red laser
emanated from each eye. The burst was short but the hole in the
wall and the fire surrounding it testified that it happened.
"WHOA!" was the universal reaction. Clark had not closed
his eyes but was staring at the hole. Lex and Whit were staring
at Clark. Martha and Jon had put out the small fire.
"Do your eyes still hurt?" Lex asked.
"No, in fact I feel much better. What's going on?" Clark
notices that the light switch is on but the ceiling fan is not moving
nor is the light on.
"Power is out, some kind of solar storm is happening and its
effecting all kinds of things."
"Maybe that is what is effecting you Clark. I'll call my brother,
find out when this started happening."
"Sorry Whitney but the phones are acting funny as well. Wait
until later and see. Look how do you all feel?"
Clark, Whitney, and Lex all say they feel better than they did
earlier. They also notice that the 'tickle' in the back of their
minds is nothing of the sort any longer. There is now a powerful
point in each of their minds that has each other's name illuminated
"We had a strange dream. I think we lived a turning point
in his people's history."
"We are bonded in truth is what I learned."
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"Some things never change. Come on the gas is still working
so I'll make us lunch."
Roger had heard the warnings and had seen the press briefing from
the American White House. Power went out and he snuck into the bank.
He went to the file records rooms and found what he was looking
for. He took pictures of each item and put them back into the files.
He used four rolls of file and left. It had taken two hours and
power was still not back. He was worried because the sun was setting
and a total darkness would envelop Europe.
NASA officials still had power and were still getting a live feed
from the Hubble. They were sending the feed out to anyone who could
still get it. The flare was over but the corona still was unstable.
NASA issued a notice that the season for intense solar activity
would last until October, if it followed its usual pattern.
By sunset, most of the satellites were back online and functioning
properly. Communications and power had been restored in the First
World for the most part. In the Third World, there were still widespread
power outages and communications disruptions.
"Dr. Fordman, phone...its your brother."
"Hello...Whitney...no the solar activity started on Sunday.
This event was the strongest recorded flare. If it follows the normal
pattern then it will last seven months and we are home free for
the next thirteen years. Why?"
"Okay, well nice of you to take an interest in my field of
work. Look I'm busy but I'll call when I have a free moment. Love
"Bye." Whitney hung up the phone.
"Well he said it started on Sunday and that today the strongest
flare ever. It should end by October."
"Well, at least we have an idea what is causing me to feel
so...itchy and achy. It helps when I touch either of you, it calms
Lex started chuckling, "Yeah because we ground you. To us
its like a major static shock, if I still had hair it would be an
instant perm." Whitney started choking because he was laughing
"Son, do you have any idea what happened with your eyes earlier?"
"No, there was PRESSURE behind them and they felt hot...then
WHOOSH, laser beam. At least if I have those symptoms again I'll
know what it means."
Jonathan started pacing, "Guys, why don't the three of you
sleep in the loft together. It is still cool and I think it would
help if you are in close contact. I'll call David and Anne, okay."
There was no arguments from the boys and they headed out to makeup
the fold-out bed and get some rest. They quickly fell asleep and
the dreams came and claimed them quickly.
Jor-El walked up the steps to the ancient home of House Ki. He
was here to meet Lara. If the House of El was the mind of Krypton,
then Ki was its soul. More High Priests and Priestesses were from
Ki than any other House. Jor-El was already the Head of his House
and sat in Council. He was Krypton's greatest scientific mind but
he was the leader of dissent. He and Lara had been betroved by their
fathers when they were young. Jor-El had followed the courtship
rituals and truly loved his future mate. Secretly Jor-El had hoped
they would have a life-bond but that was not to be. An ordinary
binding ceremony was called for. Lara was a possible High Priestess
in the future. Her Uncle was the current High Priest.
"Good evening, my love."
"Good evening, why so glum?"
"The Seers can not see, the minds do not hear. We are all
"Jor-El, you are the Heir and the leader of the peoples, do
not be hasty."
"My love, we are dying race. We, you and I, and those who
support me must find a way to save some legacy. If only one survives
then we, as the peoples, will survive."
"My dearest, are you so sure?"
"Yes, but we will live and have our ceremony as custom decrees.
Please bear my son for me?"
"I have dreamt of our son. Handsome and strong, of mind and
body, and a soul worthy of the Priesthood. He will be the legacy
of both Ki and El."
The boys woke up feeling totally renewed. Lex looked at his watch
and saw that it was only 6:00am. He rolled over and began to lick
the nape of Clark's neck. Whitney took his queue mentally and began
to lick Clark's nipples. Soon Clark was being licked from head to
toe, front and back. His skin was so sensitive but they were intentionally
avoiding his genitals. He had had enough and counter-attacked. He
soon had Whit panting as he placed his hands between his thighs
and began stroking Whit's opening, teasing really. Clark stopped
and turned to Lex and did the same thing. Soon Lex was in Whit and
Clark was in Lex, moving in a steady rhythm that set them all on
fire. All too soon it ended, but in the nick of time because Martha
was at the base of the staircase yelling that it was time for the
boys to get up, get ready, and go to school. Clark would have died
if she had heard all the ruckus they were making. He was not that
lucky because the smirk she gave him said it all.
Bruce Wayne sat at his desk and considered the moves available
to him. He was not close to many people. Alfred was his mentor and
best friend. More like a favorite Uncle than anything else. He pondered
his relationship with Lex and sighed. They had grown closer since
Lex had moved to Smallville. He was happy that Lex was happy but
that did not solve his problem. Bruce was one of the wealthiest
Americans. Fortune Magazine did not count the vast fortune that
belonged to his charitable foundation as his. That would have placed
him at number one easily. He did not know how to approach the Minerva
issue. He was also pleased that all the satellites were operating
again. Overall, only three American birds had failed and all three
were due to retire at some point this year anyway. His primary completion
for those would be GE.
"Mr. Wayne, your 10:30 is here."
Into the plush executive office walks Tristan Fordman. He worked
for Cooper, Lyons, & Reynolds, the Investment Banking and Law
firm that handled all of the Wayne accounts.
"Welcome Mr. Fordman, please have a seat."
"Thank you Mr. Wayne."
"I asked you to come here today because of a matter that has
recently come to my attention."
"You are acting as a trustee for your youngest brother for
a company that was formed by Lex Luthor. Correct?"
"I've met your brother and are you aware that he is...intimately
involved with Mr. Luthor?"
"Yes sir, I am...May I ask where you are going with this line
"I have some private dealings with Lex. You have played lead
on two major acquisitions and you are a full partner. I want to
know if you see a conflict of interest."
"Sir, I was unaware of any business being conducted with Mr.
Luthor. However, my dealings with him are more...familial in nature.
I can't know at this time if there is a conflict of interest."
"Very well. You've been with CLR for eight years. I want you
to move back to Smallville. You are to be my business liaison with
Lex. Your brother passed the Bar with flying colors. He will be
one hell of an attorney. Make him your primary asset. I will clear
all this with Lex. You know how to navigate in the world of high
finance. CLR will be informed that all dealings between Wayne anything
and Luthor anything will be handled through you. This file is the
primary reason that I need someone acceptable to both parties. You
are that man. Trust me, this is going to make you and your family
very wealthy...not that Whitney isn't already."
Tristan picked up a folder and was shown into a private reading
room while Bruce went on to conduct other business.
Minerva JV was based in the Bahamas. The main research facility
was in Florida. The two auxiliary facilities were in Texas and California.
Only Lex and Bruce knew the revenue streams that Minerva had already
bolstered. There were five major research lines that Minerva had;
Bio-Technology, Energy Sources, Weapons Design, Aerospace; &
Aquatics. Aerospace and Bio-Tech were overlapping fields with Wayne
Industries and Luthor Corp but those were public companies that
could not justify the fields of research that Minerva was pushing.
Already a few different patents in the Biotech field were yielding
major results. The new solar panels had won a contract from NASA
and every company that designed satellites. The cells required less
surface area and held energy in reserve for days. More importantly,
a new fuel cell had been invented that in conjunction with the solar
cells could power an entire house for five years with light from
the sun for twenty percent of the time. Lex and Bruce had achieved
the long desired breakthrough in Nuclear Fusion. The test reactor
has half the size of a standard nuclear plant. The Energy line was
poised to destroy the regional power companies. A new synthetic
fuel had been engineered, it would replace gasoline. It was four
times as fuel-efficient as a hydrocarbon based fuel and burned seven
times cleaner. It was on all accounts a major coup. Lex and Bruce
needed to discuss the implications of such a discovery. Neither
of them had the refining capacity to place the fuel on the market
and to make it competitive with gasoline. The aquatics group had
found a way to create new hydroponics on the sea floor and to differentiate
the pressure levels. That research would have a direct correlation
of the aerospace group and the pressure problems they faced as well.
Tristan read all of this and more. This one company was on the verge
of rewriting the global corporate world. Few companies would be
able to defend themselves from this young powerhouse. Tristan was
Bruce picked up the phone and called Lex
"Lex, its Bruce. I am sending Tristan Fordman back to Smallville.
I know he is a trustee for Whitney. He is to be the key liaison
for all matters Luthor and Wayne. Is that acceptable?"
"Bruce, you could place him in a very tight predicament. I'm
assuming that he will find out about Minerva?"
"He is reading the file right now. He knows his stuff and
he will be loyal to his family and by that association to you as
well. I want the other Fordman, the attorney, to be his primary
assistant. Remember, this is top secret. WE still have to figure
out how the final launch will take place."
"Bruce...that is a discussion for another day, the end of
the summer at the earliest. The Fordmans are perfect for the liaison
role. I have had similar thoughts about their unique skills and
position. Let me know when Tristan is due back so I can tell Whitney."
Bruce waited until Tristan had finished with the file. Bruce and
he had lunch in the executive dinning room, alone and discussed
the nature of Minerva and the deeper implications. The talk took
two hours and Bruce emailed Lex that Tristan would be back in Smallville
in one week.
Bruce seemed to be doing a great deal for Lex recently. He had
covered up the file extraction up in Toronto. He did whatever Lex
needed him to do. He pondered the root of his actions and could
come up with no other reason than that he cared. Bruce stopped for
a second and began planning his next move. He had competitors of
his own that had to be watched.
Whitney was running on the track. This was the first decent workout
he had gotten in weeks. He knew he looked better now than he did
when he worked out daily. On some level it did hurt that a shift
in genetics did more for him than he could himself. But his own
vanity won out and accepted that he did not have to try as hard
to look this good. He let his mind drift, he was aware of the emotions
that every person around was feeling. He could also detect a lie
a mile away. He did not know what to think. He thought it might
be related, had to be related, to the genetic manipulation that
he was undergoing. Lex and he were having blood samples drawn this
afternoon for another mapping session, only this time there was
going to be a sperm sample as well. Lex wanted to know how deep
the changes ran and to see if they could transmit the 'virus' as
well. Whit walked back to the locker room and saw a group of sophomores
and juniors doing nothing.
"Look, it's the Queen of the school."
"Stow it Patterson, the insults are getting old."
"Fuck you Fordman! Its time you learned your lesson. You are
no longer welcome here and your status as a jock is revoked. You
are going to Reilly Field and get strung up in nothing but your
jock." The six football players advanced on Whitney. He had
no avenue of escape. 'Oh Fuck!...CLARK!'
Clark was in the Torch offices looking at Chloe with indignation
"What where you thinking? You went and BROKE INTO HIS APARTMENT!"
"Clark, the guy is dead, he is not going to mind."
"The police might if they find out where he was staying."
"I found out that this guy is listed as John Doe4-7, he is
not a priority."
'Whitney' Clark suddenly feels a rush of panic and knows Whitney
is in trouble. "I'll be right back." Clark leaves the
office and heads to the locker rooms as quickly as he can.
Whitney moves out of the way as the first punch is thrown. He has
no technique when it comes to fighting, just basic schoolyard training
but his reflexes are lightning quick and he delivers a swift kick
to the mid-section of the first guy. He follows with a left upper
cut to the boy behind the first attacker. But as quick as he was,
six on one is an unfair fight. Whitney managed to break a soph's
nose and racked the leader in the groin but soon he was on the ground
and kicked in the ribs and back. He can feel the hands ripping his
clothes off and he is being picked up. All he is wearing is his
jock and he is going to be carried out the back. He was being treated
like a puny freshman.
Clark saw a group of guys carrying Whitney out of the locker room
and he moved. He pulled the two guys in back and slammed them each
into a wall. The dropped like bricks. The other four turn and Whitney
"So Kent, come to rescue your boyfriend. Guess you liked being
`scarecrowed'! Your choice."
Clark grabbed the first guy and threw him into the other three.
Whitney was standing now and holding his side. The leader of the
gang got up and Whitney hit him in the chest and then broke his
jaw with the next punch. Clark grabbed Whit and pulled him into
the locker room and helped him change.
"Nothing is broken but two of those thugs have concussions,
one broken jaw, a broken nose, and one guy has two fractured ribs."
"FUCK THEM! Sorry, thanks Clark. I was on my way to Reilly
"Well, from experience, it's no picnic. At least I had on
boxers, from the looks of it you weren't going to have much on."
"Wait, come with me to the Torch office. Chloe did something
I could kill her for." Whitney picked up on the flood of emotions
Clark was going through and got the image of Chloe Breaking and
"SHE DID WHAT?!?"
"Well, I can't put on the tough guy act at the moment. We'll
let Lex deal with her."
"Okay buy we have to make sure she shows up." Clark and
Whitney walked out and Whit stood tall, his ribs already feeling
better. The football players were slowly getting up and saw Clark
and Whitney and fled as best they could.
Chloe saw them walking and saw Whitney wince when he sat down.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I was on the list for gay bashing today."
"Oh God! Pete was worried that some guys were going to go
after you. Are you sure you are okay."
"It is not me that I am worried about...what were YOU doing?
After Lex TOLD you not to."
"Lex said I could do research."
Clark's temper snapped. "Research does not mean BREAKING AND
ENTERING!" Whitney and Chloe were stunned. Clark rarely lost
his cool. Whitney gave Chloe a look and she had the decency to look
"Fine, I'm sorry."
"Not as sorry as you will be when Lex finds out. So lets get
this over with. Where are Lana and Pete?"
"Lana is at the Talon and Pete went with her."
"No asshole! God Clark, some days I wonder why I like you."
They headed to the castle in two separate vehicles. Clark drove
Whitney's truck and Whitney rode with Chloe. Lex was on the phone
when Clark walked in.
Lionel paced his office; he needed to find the perfect angle to
get Lex's approval for the new COO. Lionel was disgusted that he
could not just demand Lex accept his nominee.
"Sir, your son is on the phone."
"Lex, how are you?"
"What do you want?"
"Can't I ask how you are doing?"
"It is out of the norm for us, hence my original reaction,
what do you want?"
"Lex, I need your tacit approval for a new COO."
"Nicholas Brady, currently with Fleet."
"..." Lex was silent. That name brought shudders to him.
He unconsciously brought his arms around to comfort himself.
"Send me a file, I'll review it. The next Board meeting is
late next week. I'll let you know before then."
"That is acceptable. May I make a suggestion? You need a personal
assistant of some kind."
"I take it that you already have a list of candidates."
"I did but I threw it away. We have an agreement and a suggestion
is not a criticism."
"I'm impressed. I have to agree, it would make life a little
easier. Thank you, anything else?"
"When am I going to meet your friends?"
"I'm not sure, I'll try in schedule it before the end of the
Lex stared at the phone. `Nick Brady...asshole extraordinaire!'
Lex thinks back to his first semester at Princeton and meeting Nick.
Tried not to think about it but it came back.
It was right after the horror of Christmas. He was away from all
his friends (HA!) and knew no one at Princeton. He did not doubt
his ability to achieve academic success. He doubted his ability
to remain sane while here. He assumed the Luthor faade, the mask
of haughty boredom that he learned so well from dealing with his
father. But masks hide and Lex hid from the painful truth of Christmas.
He was sober for the first time in two years and could not deflect
the pain like he had in the past. He could hardly recall the first
two months at school. It was not until Spring Break; when he found
himself at lose ends that he seemed to wake up. That is when he
Lex sighed. Nick had been everything he wanted, needed, hoped for.
Nick was not like any of his tricks in Metropolis. Nick had intentionally
hurt him. He found out that Nick had a bet with his buddies that
he could get the elusive Lex Luthor to date him. Lex was lucky that
he never took him to meet his father. Nick was also the one responsible
for introducing him to Victoria Hardwick. Nick had gone to New York
for the weekend without Lex. Lex had followed and found him at an
exclusive club, fucking two girls in a private room.
"What Lex...did you honestly think I would want you? No but
you made me very rich. One hundred grand that I could get you to
follow me like a bitch in heat. You did, thanks. By the way, your
technique sucks." Lex had fled from the room. He did not love
the man but the reject hurt on top of everything that had occurred
in the last few months. He literally ran into Victoria. She had
been very nice and soon they were drinking. She had just had a messy
breakup of her own. Lex woke up in her Manhattan hotel the next
morning. He could not believe that he had done that.
He returned to Princeton and acted as if nothing had happened.
He saw Nick talking to some friends and Lex just ignored him. But
all of Nick's buddies started laughing as he walked by. Lex was
thankful that he still had that mask, no dignity but he had the
mask. He remembered the night he found out that Victoria was a Hardwick.
He made it a point to date her after that. Anything to make his
father angry but he was seeing a woman so he had to be happy on
Suddenly Lex started laughing. He had sworn off men that night,
he would only see women. That all changed when he crashed into a
15 year old farm boy. A boy who had shattered all of the defenses
he had painstakingly built. A boy that opened him up to love, who
lead him to yet another lonely soul. He could not stop laughing.
All that pain, suffering, loss and here he was standing in a castle
undergoing a renovation project of immense proportions. He was building
a monument to his love and the future.
"What is so funny?"
"The past, not in the `ha, ha' way but in the ironic way."
"I see said the blind man."
"Clark, are you okay?"
"Yeah, adjusting to the surges...it helps knowing what is
"Where is our unholy third?"
"Right here and I am not unholy. I can be evil though."
"I know...what brings you to the rubble that is my domicile?"
"Do we need an excuse to see you?"
"Well now that the drive is an obstacle course..."
"The way Whitney drives, it's an improvement."
"Okay, did I miss the memo proclaiming it `Pick on Whitney
"No memos necessary, that option is always available."
Lex walked over and kissed him, then and kissed Clark.
"I am glad to see you. I was reminiscing. Chloe, I didn`t
see you." Lex glares at Whitney and Clark.
"Don't worry, I already figured out that you guys are a threesome.
Strange but cool. Clark?"
"Lex...Chloe has something to tell you."
The stuff Chloe found was some research that Dr. Hamilton had been
conducting. The other was contact information the Nathan had should
he need avenues of escape. One of the names leapt at Lex and he
smiled. Contacting the man could be a great deal of fun and an opportunity
to take Clark and Whitney for a walk on the wild side.
"Okay Chloe...I guess I need to be more specific when I say
something. Now the moral and ethical level that Clark lives with
exceeds mine. Whitney can have a puritanical streak as well. I on
the over hand say Bravo. As for the actual breaking and entering,
you should know better. We have no idea what he was up too and that
was an unnecessary risk on your part, BAD GIRL. You will make one
hell of a reporter or Chief Information Officer someday."
Chloe left after giving Clark and Whitney hell for making her feel
bad. She thanked Lex and headed off to the Talon to see Lana and
"Whitney, what happened earlier. I was on the phone with my
father when I felt panic."
"I was going to be 'scarecrowed' so some underclassmen could
feel like real men. Clark rescued me. I have to say, my reaction
times surprised me. I'm willing to bet that you can take your fencing
instructor easily now."
"Really? How so?"
"I moved faster that I thought possible, nowhere near his
speed but faster than I should. Everything that they did was in
slow motion and I was able to counter it. The major problem was
that I was out numbered."
"Do you still want to have the samples taken?"
"Can it be a fun semen extraction?"
"As long as the sample is not contaminated, I'm all for it."
Clark looked at Whitney, "How are the ribs?"
"Fine, I can take a deep breathe without any pain. So upstairs?"
The guys went to the bedroom and the samples from Lex and Whit
were collected. They rested and Toby showed up to get the blood
samples. He took those and the semen samples and packed them up
for Lex. He left and then Clark and Whitney left as well with the
samples. The samples were then sent by Federal Express to the San
After the boys left, Lex made arrangements for him and the boys
to be in New York City the following Friday. One of the parties
of the year was being held and one of the patrons was Basil Jaxson.
Basil was a wealthy information broker. He could find or lead you
to anything for a price. It had him loved and hated, usually at
the same time. But Lex had heard he threw a great party and Lex
could not wait to get Clark and Whitney all dolled up.
Lionel was looking at the photos of his son and his lovers. He
had to admit that his son had excellent taste. Lionel was jealous,
Lex had never worked for anything that he had. Every last bit of
it had been given to him. He was never going to have to make choices
that would lead him down the path of denial. Lex denied himself
nothing. Lex had done every drug despite his clear orders not to.
Lex had fucked any man he wished to despite the possible publicity.
Lex was always looking for the next big thing, until now. Lionel
stared at the pictures and wondered if it was possible that these
two...boys...had tamed the savage beast that was Lex. If so could
they be used to control him. All Lionel knew was a Luthor-Fordman
match had not worked in the past. Lionel picked up his martini and
looked out of the mansion's bulletproof windows and tried not to
think about all that Smallville had ever meant to him.
Jonathan was having trouble sleeping. He told himself that it was
his concern over Clark but he looked on his nightstand and knew
he was lying to himself still. He was remembering the past as it
crashed through his mind like a tsunami.
"Jon, please tell me what the problem is...I know its not
Clark. He will be fine. What is concerning you?"
"Martha, if I tell you...will you still love me and forgive
Jonathan was down by the lake and was relaxing near Charlie.
School and ended and they graduated. Jonathan was going to go
try out for the Metropolis Sharks. That was all he ever wanted
to do was play ball. He and Charlie had not seen a great deal
of each other recently. Jon had to spend time with Nell. She wanted
to go to all the parties and the Prom so Jon did as she wished.
But now she was hanging out with her sister at the Talon and Jon
was here swimming with Charlie and smoking a joint. They had a
bottle of tequila and it was rough but Jon felt great. Charlie
came over and ran his hand up Jon's thigh. Jon reacted like he
"What are you boys up to?" Jon turned around and his
head was spinning. He saw three people but knew it could only
be one. It looked like the elusive Lionel Luthor. Charlie said
he had met him from time to time but never said anything other
"Nothing swimming and drinking," answered Charlie.
Jonathan didn't say anything but in his drunken haze he thought
that Lionel had to notice both of them had boners that would not
quit. He sees Lionel begin to strip as well. Jon knew immediately
that Lionel never played football, baseball...maybe...but not
football. He had no muscle mass unless he was the kicker. Suddenly
Jon felt Charlie's mouth on his dick and he could not stop the
moan. He felt hands rubbing up and down his body, it felt so good.
He was so drunk and so stoned he had no idea what was where. He
felt his dick fall free from Charlie's mouth and then he felt
something slick near his ass. He felt something push in an he
moaned in pain and pleasure. He looked up and Charlie's dick was
rubbing around his lips. Before Jon knows it he is sucking his
best friend's cock for the first time. Part of his brain is trying
to grasp the situation but the dick in his ass is nailing his
prostate and ending all debate. `I'm getting fucked! I'm sucking
cock! STOP!' he screams in his mind but his body is betraying
him. He hears Lionel's moan and feels the cock in his ass expand
as it unloads. Charlie is shooting in his mouth at the same time.
Jonathan does not realize it but he has shot his load, without
anyone touching his cock.
"That is exactly what happened Jonathan and it was a good
one. Thanks." Lionel says as he is dressing and leaves. Jonathan
sees Charlie in the lake and sees Lionel walking away. Jon gets
up and walks over to the trees and heaves his guts out. The shame
that he has been fucked hits him. He can feel Lionel's come running
out of his ass and he pukes again. He is humiliated, he sucked
cock and got fucked, claimed...MARKED. In Jon's mind he was no
longer a man.
Charlie sees the scene and walks up to Jonathan. "You okay
"Stay the FUCK away from me!" Jonathan grabs his clothes,
dresses and has no clue how he managed to drive home. He slept
in the hay loft of the barn. He could feel the burn of the cock
in his ass and taste the unique flavor that a dick has. He wanted
The following day he found out that Nell was leaving him for
Lionel. She was moving to Metropolis and start a modeling career,
just like she always wanted. Jon had been a daze since he found
out. His parents worried but Jon helped on the farm and did everything
the way he was supposed to. It was three weeks since the event
at the lake when Charlie came by.
"What are you doing here?"
"Came to see how you are holding up. None of the guys have
seen you around since Nell left."
"Jon, talk to me...how are you?"
"What do you care...you let that bastard...you...he...raped
"No he didn't Jon. You never said no and you got off."
"I never said yes and I was drunk."
"You liked it."
"Gladly...Jon, man...come on, lets go have a beer and smoke
a fat one."
"Charlie...I'm not that way, no matter how much...you're
my friend or were but I can't."
Charlie walks over and places his hand on Jon's crotch and rubs
the length of his hard dick. "You are saying one thing but
your body is saying something else. Nell is gone but I'm here."
Jon sinks to his knees and can see Charlie's hard dick. All it
would take would be for him to reach over and touch it. Take it
and place it in his mouth and suck it, while he was sober. All
the fears and issues Jon had been dealing with came to a head
and he pushed Charlie away.
"NO...I'm not a faggot! Get away from me...I never want
to see you again!" Jon turned and went back to working in
Lionel remembers the third time he met Jonathan Kent. It was the
tryouts for the Sharks and Lionel knew that Jonathan wanted to play
pro ball. So he made it a point to be there. Jonathan was clearly
effected by his and Nell's presence. Jonathan had not made the cut.
That night Lionel had sent Nell packing. He gave her enough money
to try her hand out on the West Coast. He knew she would be back.
She had no talent or not enough of it to make a living as anything
other that a mistress. It was two months later that Lionel ended
his infatuation with all things Smallville when he threw Charlie
Fordman out of his bed. He gave him some money and told him to keep
the Harley-Davidson he bought him. He warned him that if he ever
told anyone about this he would find himself among the lost and
never found. It had been three months later that his engagement
to Lady Katherine Weston had been announced.
Jonathan watched for Martha's reaction. He looked at her, "He
came looking for me after about three months after I told him I
never wanted to see him. He was drunk and begged me to listen to
him. He told me that he had been involved with Lionel and Lionel
wanted to have me, wanted to be able to say that the only guy to
ever...fuck me... was him. He said he was sorry but Lionel promised
him the world. He BEGGED for my forgiveness. He said that Nell had
nothing to do with any of this and not to hold it against her. She
was gone and it was over. But the words, they hurt. I had been used
by my best friend...used so he could escape. Lionel had taken my
self-esteem, my girlfriend and my best friend. I told Charlie to
fuck off and that I hated him. He...that was the night of the motorcycle
accident. I...I am...I killed my best friend. If I had stopped,
if I had forgiven him, if..."
"Jonathan stop. This is the first time you've ever said anything.
Have you ever grieved? Jonathan, it is not your fault. He was drinking
and driving, if you had gone you both might be dead. Jonathan, playing
the `what if' game never helps. You buried all of this didn't you?"
"Yes...all but my hatred of Lionel. I saw him at the funeral.
He walked up and asked how I was doing...All I said was that he
was responsible for ruining Charlie's life. He wanted Charlie and
used him and threw him away. I figured if Lionel was to blame then
it couldn't be my fault...but...it is." For the first time,
Jonathan let the tears fall for his friend. All Martha could do
was hold her husband and wonder why Lionel wanted to hurt Jonathan
In his bedroom, Clark heard the whole story and cried while he
listened. His Dad had been so good about his relationships with
Lex and Whitney. He was so supportive of him and his sexuality.
Clark wanted to comfort his dad but he should not have heard this.
He knew some of the past and wanted to find out why Lionel hated
his dad so much he set out to destroy him.
Roger was beginning to hate flying. The solar storm had disrupted
global travel and it still had not recovered. He knew that NASA
was keeping the European Space Agency informed and they were keeping
all of Europe informed but it was a hassle. The total number of
flights had been trimmed by thirty percent, in case another huge
solar storm erupted and all radar and communications were rendered
useless. It plain sucked was all Roger could think. So he had taken
a train from Zurich to get here. He already had contacts in the
city and had used them. The trail of accounts brought him to six
more banks and another twelve accounts totaling $7.9billion. The
same modus operondi, accounts that were used less than once a year
but with huge balances. He was booked on a flight back to the States.
He needed time to make sense of the information and he knew Lex
liked to see raw data.
//The Vice-President of the Columbia was pulling into an underground
garage. He was going to meet with the DEA Agent-in-Charge. He never
knew what ended his life.//
All Damien could do was laugh. CNN was reporting the car bomb and
multiple factions inside Columbia were taking credit. Already the
number of fire-fights across South America had escalated. He had
no doubts that things were going to get very tense down here. So
long as the profits flowed he did not care. He had already transferred
the first payment to the Caymans.
Clark and Whitney brought dinner and went up the sitting room adjacent
to the bedroom. It had been a quiet day. They were looking forward
to dinner, a movie and lots of sex. Lex was waiting and was serving
mineral water with dinner.
"So, what's for dinner?"
"Meatloaf, mac and cheese, and a salad."
"Okay, I haven't had meatloaf in...ever come to think of it."
Clark starts laughing, "So as we introduce you to things,
you get to introduce us to things."
"Speaking of, next Friday we are flying to New York, there
is a huge party on Saturday night that one of Nathan's contacts
will be hosting. It is going to be wild."
"You know, when you say wild, I get a feeling of dread."
"Come on Clark, its New York and Lex is a lot of fun."
Later after the guys have had their bedtime workout session. They
get comfortable and fall into a gentle sleep.
The Hubble has been watching a series of small flares. All told
the radiation levels will match a strong flare but nothing like
the flare on Wednesday. The radiation levels around the Earth have
been building slowly but the next solar wind spiked the readings.
There were minor disruptions, nothing major.
// "Lara, he is beautiful, all that we could have wanted and
more. We shall call him Kal-El."
"Yes, he is all that we wanted and more, if he could grow
up, here on Krypton, he would be a great prince, a gift of Providence."
"That is not to be..."
The boys watch as the scene shifts and they see people running
through then streets. There is a general panic.
"My son, you shall go to the Planet Earth. You will look like
one of them, be like one of them. But the yellow sun will alter
your molecular density, you will defy their gravity. You will carry
all that we have, all our hopes. Here, you would have been the best
of us, there you will be different but noble. You are the end of
our race but you carry in you all that we are and have ever been.
You are the heir of the House of El and child of the House of Ki.
You are at this time nine Earth months in age. By the time you reach
Earth, you will not yet be three Earth years. You will not reach
full maturity until you are nearly 24 Earth years. Your mother and
I will always be with you. Good-bye my son, you carry our hopes
and are our new beginning."
The image shifts and suddenly the guys are being addressed directly.
There is a tall dark haired man with chiseled features and a lovely
fair-haired women with him.
//My son, you are all and more that we hoped. You are a true son
of Krypton. Do not worry, all the answers will come. The tablet
will know when you are ready. This...we did not foresee. You are
so young and tri-bonded, for only the second time in our history...three
males. We knew you to be special...//
Clark has tears because he knows that these are his birth parents
//My darling son, you are so beautiful and your mates are the perfect
balance. Know that we love you...what gifts Krypton could bestow
upon your loves, she has and they will grow as you do. Providence
allowed us this one visit Kal-El, ever shall we be a beckon of light
//My son, your development has been disrupted by your sun, but
it shall pass. Your family on Earth has done so well, they are your
parents in more ways than we could be. Destiny conspired against
us, if we could have kept you we would...you are us. Be happy my
son, keep, love and guard him well, children of Earth. We will always
Clark woke up as did Lex and Whitney. Clark cried from the happiness
of seeing his parents, the joy of knowing that he was not abandoned,
and the loss that he never had a chance. Whit and Lex held him as
he unleashed his emotions. Soon, he hugged them and drifted back
to sleep. He was content. He would wait for all the answers but
he knew who he was, Kal-El, last son of Krypton and Clark Kent,
adopted child of Earth.
Clark woke up and wondered what to tell his parents that...well
he had met his parents. He had not had a chance to see his Dad since
he overheard that conversation with his Mom. He wondered if he would
feel any different. Clark could not help who he was and now he was
bonded, forever, to Lex and Whitney. That started a whole round
of questions in his head. These were the only two people he had
ever had sex with. What if he lost his virginity to someone he hated,
what would have happened then.
"The way I figure it, my love, is that question will be answered
in the future. You are stuck with Whit and me so might as well get
used to it."
"Where is Whitney?"
"He is swimming in the pool. It is getting taken down sometime
this week so he wanted to get in a good workout. Come on lets join
"Okay." They go down to the pool and see Whit cutting
through the water with smooth strokes. He was swimming naked and
Clark and Lex were turned on.
"Would you guys stop! Can't a guy swim in peace without being
treated like a sex object." He has a smile on his face and
swims to the side nearest them.
"Whitney, you are a sex object, so do you want us to join
you or you to join us?" He climbed out of the pool and ran
a hand down Lex's abdomen.
"I'm fine anywhere." He kissed Lex while his hand reach
out and snagged Clark. They made their way back to bed and spent
the morning there.
Roger was so glad to be back. He had sent a copy of his findings
to Lex and was now beginning the investigation into Nathan Daniels
murder. He found out that the police had no id on the body. That
bothered Roger because he knew the name before he left for the airport.
He had a positive report that stated Nathan Daniels was dead. Roger
was even more wary than he had been before. All kinds of scenarios
were playing in his mind and he would not put it past Daniels to
fake his own death. Roger did not even bother to unpack and headed
to the castle.
Clark walked into the kitchen and saw his Mom sitting drinking
a cup of coffee.
"Hi Clark, how was your night last night?"
"Great, where's dad?"
"He should be down shortly, then we are going to a movie."
"I'd like to talk to the both of you."
"About what son?" Clark saw his dad and he looked tired.
Clark dropped his head and his parents noticed. Martha got up and
"Clark, what's wrong?"
"Nothing...I'm sorry...I overheard you telling mom..."
Jonathan looked pained but sighed and hugged his son.
"Clark, that had nothing to do with you and that...I know
how that sounds but times were different and I am happy the way
my life turned out. I will always carry guilt about that event but
it in no way changes my love for you or how I feel about your relationship.
They will always be welcome here. Clark, is something else bothering
"Not bothering me but...last night I met my birth parents.
Lex and Whitney met them as well. It was both joyful and sorrowful
because that is the only time I will ever see them and talk to them.
They did not abandon me but sent me here to survive the end of my
planet. I may not know all the answers until I'm nearly 24 but I
will learn them and I'll be patient. They said they could not have
done better at raising me that you did. I...love you and thank you
for everything." Martha and Jon hugged their son and he hugged
back. Clark knew that there was more to a family than blood.
Roger pulled into the disaster area and walked into the castle.
He saw Lex sitting with Whitney and Clark asleep next to him. They
both woke up as he approached.
"Lex, we may have a problem."
"I can not confirm that it was Nathan Daniels that died. The
corpse is officially listed as John Doe4-7. I have placed two polite
inquiries and Metro PD has the case is on the backburner. The original
file listed it as a hit. Something is wrong and Daniels may have
faked his death."
"Lex, I don't know. Here is a file on the money movement abroad,
I'll pick up the trail in a week. I think Daniels offers a fresh
trail and could be a bigger payoff. By the way, your father has
called for his old 'informant'. He thinks Daniels is dead, from
the looks of it."
"Very good Roger. Anything else?"
"I'll keep you appraised." Roger turned and left.
"Is there anything that goes normally in this town?"
Damien finally received the last batch of information from the
now deceased Nathan. He looked it over and saw that Dr. Hamilton
warranted closer attention. He wanted a sample of some of his research.
He looked at the employee profiles from Smallville and selected
`James Beels, gambling addict, massive debt, numerous final notices,
Damien picked up the phone and Jimmy answered. He made it clear
what he wanted and where to find it. He would get his debts paid
off and some cash in the deal. If not, some friends of his were
going to come and collect. He wanted something tangible. He told
him where to deliver it and that it had 48 hours to reach its final
destination. This phone never happened and Jimmy understood perfectly.
It was a family gathering that Lex had never been to, a celebration.
Jeff had passed the Bar with flying colors and Tristan was coming
home. Not only that but Sebastian was famous, not in the best way
but he was now renown. It was amazing that accomplishments could
be acknowledged and shared. For Lex everything had been a competition.
It was a different point of view and one that he liked better than
the one he had grown up under.
"Clark, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm jealous that Whitney grew up with such a big family.
I never had an older brother, I know its wrong but I can't help
"Clark, you are only human...you know what I mean. Being an
only child, I can understand but think about it, you never got beaten
up either. He was the youngest, he must of taken a lot of abuse."
Whitney walked up and smiled at them.
"Jeff beat the crap out of me once or twice and I learned
my lesson. Come on, lets go up to my room."
"Whitney, we can't have sex while everyone is here..."
"Clark, we aren't. I wanted to relax and show Lex my book
collection. It may not be English Lit, but I love it. Besides Clark,
you can look at my Star Wars stuff."
Lex had never been here. He saw that Whit had a full-sized bed.
The room was neat, several shelves covered in trophies. There were
three bookcases filled past the recommended amount and several posters.
Clark saw the hanging models and the display of Star Wars action
figures. He and Whitney had never done anything but have sex in
his room before. He finally got a chance to look at all the cool
stuff. He ignored Lex and Whitney.
"Your parents had no clue you might be gay? I don't see a
girl hanging in here. Just..."
"Those are all sports stars, so no they didn't. I can play
it straight thank you."
"We know...have you really read all of these?"
"Yeah. I traveled a lot so it was the best time to read. I
have every book I've ever bought, even if I didn't like it."
"Tolkien, Asimov, Herbert, Le Guin, Silverberg, Lackey, Weiss,
Capote, King, Koontz, Clancy, Dumas, Shakespeare, Michener, and
C.S. and Sinclair Lewis. Plus all these others. Wow and you've read
ALL of them?"
"I completed more than half, but I started all of them."
"Better." Lex kissed him and said that if they were up
here too long then everyone would get suspicious. Clark was mad
because he want to check out the stuff in the closet. He saw a Lego
Tie-fighter that screamed `play with me.'
Lex waited in the conference room of the posh Adams-Mark Hotel
in downtown Metropolis. He was having his meeting with Nicholas
Brady here because he did not want his father sitting in on the
meeting if it was at Luthor Tower. Lex rarely got nervous but Nick
was a wound that never healed. He looked over the file his father
sent and had to admit that Nick was doing well. He didn't want to
explain to his father his reasoning for denying his employment.
`I'm sorry dad but he is a prick and I hate him.' Wrong Answer!
So Lex needed to find something that would keep him away. He didn't
want to deal with Nick, ever. Lex looked up and saw the tall, handsome
man that was Nick Brady. `Damn, he still looks good. I was hoping
we was going bald or gained a ton of weight.'
"Good morning Lex, to be honest I did not expect this meeting
to take place."
"It is Mr. Luthor to you, sit down."
"So Mr. Brady, how did you gain an interest in employment
at Luthor Corp?"
"Simple, your father sent me a note asking if I would be interested."
Lex kept the mask in place but he was raging inside.
"Indeed. The COO position is the most demanding in the company.
I call it the `rat bastard' position. It is the henchman of the
company, the hatchet man, the bad guy." `Right up your alley,
"I knew I would work closely with your father but `rat bastard'
is a tough description."
"The previous two occupants lived up to the job title very
well. There is no love for them in the company. Dominic Haynes and
Damien Parker, ring any bells?"
"Can't say that I do. What is really going on here MISTER
"Why am I being vetted before an actual interview with the
Executive Committee? Your father invited me, to look into the position.
By all accounts I am the only candidate for the job."
`Snug fucking BASTARD!' "The why you seek is none of your
concern, internal politics. Why are you considering leaving Fleet?"
"COO is a nice title and the base pay is a good sized raise.
Luthor Corp is in acquisition mode and that is my area of expertise.
I'd say the fit is natural."
"Anything else I should know?"
"I'm single so no outside distractions. I have only one obligation
and that is political in nature." Lex's mask held when he said
`single' but he would have snapped if he could. `The prick is BAITING
"How was Harvard?"
"It was great and how was the rest of your time at Princeton?"
`Valid, must have a valid reason.' Lex could not contain his emotions
much longer, "it was fine. I actually studied, Summa Cum Laude."
"I know I was there when you walked."
Lex had no response to this. He sat there waiting for Nick to elaborate.
"I had friends in your class so I went down to see it."
Lex is gratified to see that Nick has lost a touch of his composure.
Lex continued to remain silent and let Nick's composure crumble
bit by bit.
"Well Nick, since I asked for this meeting it is customary
to provide lunch, what would you like?" Lex was now in the
driver's seat and was going to take this fro a spin.
A seductive smile crossed Nick's face, "If I remember correctly,
you like Veal Marsala on a bed of angel hair. Dessert was usually
something simple." Lex sat there and tried to remain calm.
The first real date they had, that was exactly what Lex had ordered.
The waiter had brought out some fresh fruit. Lex was on the defensive
"That would be more of an evening meal, I was referring to
lunch." The icy tone hit Nick and his composure fell again.
Lex sat there and waited.
"Okay, how about a salad then?" Nick said this and dropped
Lex sat there and let a smile grace his face for the first time.
He could not help it because he was so happy that he was in a relationship.
He was immune to the charms that Nick had in abundance and that
was a source of pride. It helped to heal the wounds he had so casually
"Perfect, I'll answer anything you want to know about the
company. I'll second my father's nominee for COO. Congratulations."
Lex stood up and shook Nick's hand. Nick was surprised and smiled
at Lex. Lex would guide Nick into his corner. His father's choice
would belong to Lex and that would hurt his father far more in the
"Really...I thought...never mind. So, what role do you play
in Luthor Corp?"
Jonathan is driving back from the castle. He cannot believe that
he actually supervised today while Lex was in Metropolis. He hated
to admit it but he liked having Lex for a `son-in-law'. It made
things interesting and Clark was happy. That was the key really,
Clark was happy. Jonathan smiled and was singing along to the radio.
His son no longer sat in his loft and brooded but had fun. Jonathan
still worried that Clark was too young to be married basically,
but some kids his age already had children of their own. That thought
stopped Jonathan. He secretly wanted a ton of children and despite
Clark's origins had hoped to have a bunch of grandkids. He shook
his head and focused on the positives at the moment.
Jonathan could not believe the guy behind him. He was driving like
maniac. He was trying to run him off the road. Jonathan could not
pull over on the old muddy road and he was not going to accelerate,
that created more problems. He had no idea what happened but he
was the other truck go flying into a crash. Jonathan got up and
pulled the injured man from the wreckage. He sneezed, forgot what
it was that caused the sneeze and flagged down help.
Clark walked in the house with Whitney and saw his dad making out
with is mom. Clark had not witnessed such an outburst since an unannounced
early dismissal. He cleared his throat and heard his dad laugh.
"Clark, I'd figure you are getting enough action that this
would hardly bother you."
Clark and Whitney could not help but blush. Martha was shocked.
"Dad, are you feeling alright?"
"Never better Clark."
Lex walks in, "Jonathan, are you okay? I heard you were involved
"Dad, what incident?"
"Clark, your father rescued a man from a truck accident. He's
been acting strange since he got here."
"Lex, nice Jeep."
"I got it to navigate around the grounds, makes it easier
if paths are blocked."
"Good excuse but you want to act your age. Even his guy knows
that the Jeep is the gay vehicle of choice."
"What, Lex is allowed to act his age. He also is itching to
show off Clark and Whitney. Power, youth and beauty, if ya got it
flaunt it. I'm going to take a nap."
Four sets of eyes follow him as he heads upstairs.
"What was that all about?" Lex asked.
"I have no clue, but it is a nice Jeep." Martha said
with a smile and went up to check on her husband.
Whitney and Clark looked at Lex. "So you want to show us off,
Clark walked over and draped himself across Lex's shoulders. "You
want to act your age?" The three of them headed over to the
loft for a little exercise.
Clark was walking back to the house after seeing Lex and Whitney
off. He saw his dad swaying and trying to hold himself upright.
"MOM!" Clark ran and grabbed his dad as he collapsed.
Lex and Whitney walked into the hospital. Whitney hated this place
and Lex hated hospitals in general. Only in maternity did there
ever seem to be good news.
"Clark...how is he?"
"Lex, he's in a coma just like the guy he rescued."
"Clark, don't worry. We'll find a way to get him better, okay?
Whitney stay here, I have a few phone calls to make."
The accident site
"Chloe what are we looking for?"
"I don't know...a clue of some sort. Anything that is out
of the ordinary."
"Chloe...as you love to remind me, this is Smallville, and
everything is out of the ordinary."
"Funny...this is serious. The only point of contact they had
was here and they are both in a coma."
Chloe hears no response and she sees Lana sneezing. "Lana,
Damien had not heard from the contact and the 48-hour period had
expired. Damien wanted samples more than he wanted blood spilt,
however indirectly. Damien was convinced that Dr. Hamilton held
the key to the future. Lex would not hide such promising research
unless it held great promise and offered a way to take Luthor Corp.
That made this more imperative than arms dealing. Luthor Corp was
an old company, but flexible and the Luthor's had a ruthless reputation.
Solid cash flow and cyclical and counter cyclical business lines
made the company one of the best at weathering storms. Luthor Corp
would survive the business wars as it had in the past. The Luthor
family survived the relocation from Scotland to the United States.
They had liquidated almost all their European assets on the eve
of World War I. They had transformed themselves into 'Merchants
of Death' as many progressives in the Twenties called the companies
that profited from the Great War. The Luthors moved the distilling
and beer making from the Heartland to Canada scant months before
prohibition. That was the key to their survival, the ability to
read the signs and stay one step ahead in business. They had tons
of contacts during Prohibition that allowed their `brands' to flow
like water. Those contacts remained handy currently.
Damien knew that there was far more to the Luthor fortune than
was disclosed. He had looked and could find no sign of monies coming
from overseas prior to WWI or after. That was interesting because
before the war, most of the family's income was generated from Europe.
The family lacked the respect of other `titans' from that era. John
D. Rockefeller, Andrew Carnegie, and J.P. Morgan, all men who used
any means to achieve their greatness but that respect was never
heaped upon Fredrick, Lawrence or Liam Luthor, Lionel's great grandfather,
grandfather and father. Damien knew the family history, it was there
at the corporate headquarters for all to see. It was the illusion
that Luthor Corp was a family company but any who were close knew
the truth. The Luthors were a pack of vampires, feeding on the souls
of the innocent and living off the blood of those they crushed ruthlessly.
Admired or hated, mostly hated, the Luthors were a lesson in success.
Damien wanted that legacy. He wanted the power, wealth and fame.
All those things Luthor Corp could bring if Lex were only a memory.
Dominic looked and saw that the first `inventory' had taken place
and there were some small discrepancies. That was not a problem,
he simply wrote them off with a wave of a pen. The primary accountants
that handles these matters would be fired soon anyway. The new books
would reflect even smaller inventory levels. Dominic had already
received prepayment for a number of items. That was the point, money
for information and the first piece of news was not new. Nathan
Daniels was dead. It surprised Dom, he thought the bastard was too
tough to ever die. Dom had used him a time or two but did not relish
it. Lionel pulled that ogre's strings and Dom wanted no part of
He learned that Luthor Corp had in ,Ares Machines previous incarnation,
supplied numerous weapons to guerilla forces world wide during the
Cold War. They helped a number of regimes find the trash heap of
history. Play the ends against the middle and money was to be made.
It was how the Luthors played the game. Dom wanted it all. He would
claim it in the future. It was his destiny.
Martha was in Jonathan's room when she saw the doctor walk up.
She went out to talk to him.
"Mrs. Kent I have bad news, Mr. Beels did not make it."
Martha did not say anything, she went back into the room and kept
vigil. Her only thoughts focusing on Jonathan to fight.
Chloe was looking at the pictures she had taken the night before.
She saw Dr. Hamilton as she turned around she saw Lana walk in dressed
very un-Lana like. `Something is not right." She walked up
to Pete and kissed him full on the mouth. Chloe's heart dropped.
Lana walked by and waved at Chloe and blew her a kiss. Chloe could
not breathe. Clark walked up.
"What was that?"
"I...I don't know. Clark...I took a picture of Dr. Hamilton
at the crash site last night. I think you need to tell Lex. I need
to check on Lana."
Chloe turned and ran before Clark had a chance to respond. Pete
walked up to Clark and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Clark man, what re you doing here? You should be at the hospital."
"Nothing to do there but worry, at least here I'm distracted.
If Mom needs me she'll call." He held up a cell phone.
"When did you get that?"
"Lex has been holding one for me, he figured if I ever needed
one this was the time. The problem is possible solar interference."
"How you doing?"
"Pete, why did Lana kiss you?"
"I have no clue and I DO NOT want to face Chloe at the moment.
She might rip my balls off."
"Pete, you won't miss them because you will be dead."
"Clark, that is so not cool. Please keep Chloe away from me."
"Protection costs are expensive Pete, I don't know if you
can afford it." Whitney hugs Clark from behind and kisses him
on his cheek.
"What can't he afford?"
"My services as a body guard. Chloe is going to kill him.
Lana walked up and kissed him."
"OHHHH, yeah I'd hide for the rest of the year. Clark, why
are you here?"
"Whitney, don't start. When your dad was in the hospital did
you miss school?"
"No...but the circumstances are different."
"I can't not do anything, okay?"
Lex received an email that told him of the findings and Dr. Hamilton
being at the site. He summoned the good doctor to his office, such
that it was. He wanted answers and he wanted them yesterday. If
Jonathan died he would never forgive himself. He knew that Beels
died and that he was a Luthor Corp employee. Lex wanted to connect
the dots but wouldn't, not yet.
"What do you want Lex?"
"I want to know what killed Beels and has Jonathan Kent in
"It is the Nicodemus plant. I used the rocks to revive the
"You are supposed to study the rocks, not use them for your
own private research."
"It is about the properties of the rocks and what they can
achieve. It is PURE science."
"I want you to find a cure, NOW!"
Chloe could not find Lana and was concerned. She was angry and
humiliated in a way. Finally she ran into Lana in the parking lot.
"Chloe..." Lana passed out. Chloe went and saw she was
sick. She called an ambulance.
Clark came running out when he saw the ambulance and saw them taking
"Clark, I think Lana picked up something from the same place
your father did."
"Come on, we have to get out there and find out what is going
"No, I'll go with Pete. I need to talk to him anyway. You
go to the hospital and see your Mom, okay?"
Dr. Hamilton find the remedy for the plant and sends it to Lex.
Lex gets the remedy to the scientists in Metropolis.
Chloe and Pete head to the place she knows Hamilton works from.
They see a number of experiments but find no clues about the plant.
She sees a blue rock in a pile. She picks it up and places it in
"Chloe...Come on there is nothing here."
"Pete, why did Lana kiss you?"
"I have no clue. I like her but you two are together, besides
I'm dating Heather."
"Heather? The junior?"
"Yes, what, she likes me and I think she is great. Are you
feeling threatened by my awesome manliness?"
"Clark and Whitney have manliness, you've got short man syndrome."
"Ouch! Come on lets tell Clark that we did not find anything."
Roger is on the trail but can not find any information concerning
Nathan Daniels or John Doe4-7. There were no records of Nathan Daniels
that he could find in a public registry. Metro PD had been unable
to match the fingerprints to anyone else either. It made no sense.
He reviewed the facts as he had them. Nathan Daniels was a mercenary
operative and that meant that he had an assumed identity. His death
was not being investigated even though it was identified as a hit.
When put together it spelled cover up. That begged the questions
of who and why. He placed a few discreet calls and began calling
in favors. Someone in Metro PD had to put a cork in this and it
had to be high up.
Lex walked into the hospital and saw that Jonathan was awake and
Lana was as well. He was calm again. Hamilton had almost killed
his lover's father and that was unforgivable. On the other hand,
Hamilton was invaluable in researching the rocks. He needed a secure
facility and better resources. Lex thought about it but wanted to
make sure Martha and Jon were fine.
"Lex, I hear we have to thank you for the cure."
"Sir, I was also the problem. The item was part of a research
project I was funding in relation to the meteor rocks. I'm sorry.
I'm glad you are fine."
"I am too Lex. I never thought I would be telling you that
you can't control everything. We can have this discussion tomorrow,
"Where is Clark?"
"He's with Lana at the moment. Nell has been worried sick."
"Understandable, thanks again Lex."
Clark left Lana with Chloe and Nell. She did not remember kissing
Pete and he wondered if his dad would remember what he had said
to Lex. He saw Lex walking towards him.
"He's getting out tomorrow. Your Mom is going to stay and
keep him company. Don't worry, it is purely a precautionary measure.
"Yeah, where is Whit?"
"He went to Metropolis to pick up Tristan. He knew Jon was
out of the woods so he went. Jeff wanted to stay and help Anne.
David had a bad night last night."
"Is he okay?"
"Clark, David's heart is weak. He has some other problems
that the doctors are working with. He isn't in the hospital because
he is stable but THEY would prefer it but he won't come back unless
it is necessary."
"Clark...David wants to see Whitney graduate. Understand?"
"No. How do you know this?"
"David told me, he also told your parents. He is not getting
better. He wanted to warn us."
"Does Whit know?"
"I don't know. I'm of two minds about this and it is something
that David needs to work out. I knew my Mom was dying and Whitney
knows that his Dad is not on solid ground. Anne knows and I would
suspect Tristan knows as well."
"Come on Clark. Lets go home. I'm staying with you tonight
at the farm."
That night Lex slept in Clark's bed for the first time. He and
Clark relaxed and talked about nothing. Lex took sweet delight in
getting revenge on Whitney. He slowly entered Clark and kept Clark's
orgasm at bay for as long as he could. From experience he knew Whitney
was getting a front row seat but he knew Whit was in no position
to get relief. When he and Clark finally went over the edge he heard
the faint echo of `BASTARD!' ringing in his head. He went to sleep
with a smile.
Whitney was in the truck driving back when he felt the slam of
desire course through his system. His cock was erect and Tristan
was thankfully oblivious. The entire trip home he could feel the
passion and need growing, like the wet spot in his briefs. `Lex
is doing this on purpose. He wants me to come in my pants.' Whitney
used his own stubborn streak to force his body to calm down. He
was thankful his t-shirt was untucked and his button down was as
"So Whitney, bored with school yet?"
"You have no idea."
"Mind if I doze off. Its been a long week."
"Go ahead." Whit was glad because he was not able to
focus on a conversation right now. He was getting visions of Lex
slowly fucking Clark with his fat cock. He could almost feel it
himself. Finally he felt both of them explode and he was relieved.
He was going to get Lex. `Bastard did it on purpose.' He pulled
up and helped Tristan with his luggage. He had found a place to
live but it would not be ready for another two weeks. He would stay
in the guest room until then. Whitney excused himself and ran to
his room and shut the door. In no time he was naked and jerking
off his aching cock. It did not take long before he was groaning
and spurting. He sighed, wiped up and passed out. His last thought
was that Lex was going to get it.
Roger could not get a crack in the case. This reeked of power and
it also had inside job written all over it. He had no choice though.
Lex wanted him back on the money trail. Roger would follow this
as best he could. All his instincts screamed not to give it up but
someone was covering some serious tracks and he did not have the
time or the resources to pursue the matter. He left a report for
Lex and got ready to head to the Caymans. He was ready for a vacation.
Lex hated Board meetings. He called them `bored' meetings. He had
to play nice with morons and people he could not stand. There was
the new COO, that could be fun. Also the issue over dividends and
other restructuring issues. He was mentally preparing himself so
he would not throw anyone, including himself, out the window. `I
could flirt with Nick all meeting. It would piss dad off and make
a very bad impression for him with the rest of the Board. Okay that
is entertain Lex, option one. What else? Bait Lisa into showing
just how ignorant she is about the company, no too easy. I'll have
to consider it. Don't want to use option one yet, that might be
more effective when he has been here for awhile.' Lex walked in
the Board room and saw his father looking happy. `It is going to
be a long day.'
"Son, you made it, and how are things?" `Correction,
a very long day.'
"Clark, you okay?"
"Yeah Whit, a little queasy. Must be flare activity."
"Bastian said it would likely last until October."
"I know but I was hoping that it was calming down. Its been
a week since I've felt bad."
"Clark, remember, you aren't fully developed and this IS going
to play havoc with you. On the bright side, that super flare probably
helped acclimate you a little."
"Can we leave yet? Chloe and Lana aren't seeing eye to eye
and Pete and Heather are off `studying' at his house."
"Well, we could go study...I would love to get Lex back."
"I feel like I'm being used."
"You are but you like."
"Yeah...I do but I have a head ache."
"Liar come on. He is still in his meeting. If we are lucky
he can be seriously embarrassed by his reaction."
"He is going to kill us both."
"Can't, then he is committing suicide."
"Whitney, shut up and lets go. I am horny now."
Whitney waited until Lex was out of his meeting before having sex
with Clark. Lex would suffer the way he did on his way home from
Metropolis but at least he would not have a major erection in front
of business associates.
Lex pulled into the Kent homestead and checked on Jon before walking
into the loft. Clark kissed him and soon was on his knees taking
care of the problem Lex had the entire drive home. Clark's talented
mouth soon claimed the prize it sought.
"Thank you. You are ready for our flight tomorrow? Where is
"Yes, I am. He went home to have dinner with his family. He
was nice to you so don't be mad."
"I am thankful he showed restraint. He could have been cruel
and he wasn't. So, I have to go pack. I have no idea how people
do not live without servants. Boggles the mind. Love you."
"Love you too." They kissed and Lex left.
Roger was in paradise. This was the life he was meant to lead and
could if he could deliver the goods for Lex. It always amazed him
how much easier life was when one had the money to bribe people.
A little money to grease the wheels. It was amazing. What was better
was one of the accounts that was linked in Amsterdam had recently
had a transaction. It was small compared to the balance but it was
a footprint and that made life a lot better. He would have his answers
by Monday. Money did not speed things up around here. There was
no such thing called a rush. It was too mellow. Roger decided to
relax. After all he was in paradise on Lex's expense account.
Lex was not happy because the boys were late and they had a plane
to catch. It was late afternoon and school had been out for almost
two hours. He had finished making arrangements for Hamilton's lab
to be relocated to the old Cadmus facility outside Metropolis. It
would happen early in the week but that was the best he could arrange.
It would keep spies out and him in. He had no clue who was more
dangerous, Hamilton or the creatures the rocks created. He looked
at his watch and forced himself to be calm. `It never fails, when
he have to be someplace at a certain time, someone dawdles and makes
us all late.' He sees the truck pulling up and can 'feel' them arguing.
They get out and are talking rather animatedly.
"Clark you're wrong and get over it."
"I am right so screw you."
"What are you fighting about and why are you late."
"We got sucked into cartoons and we are arguing if Scooby
and Shaggy are stoners or not. Whitney says yes but I say no way."
"I want a divorce. We need some Intergalactic tribunal I'm
sure but they will understand my point of view without a doubt.
Who gives a shit. We are late...lets go."
"SORRY!" Clark and Whitney say. Lex smiles and they head
to the airport. Lex can't believe he is actually flying on an airline
and not private but he wanted to cut expenses and travel budget
is the first to get the ax. The renovations were eating at his current
accounts and so was Roger, the Talon and everything. Salvation was
at hand once he dumped the ranch in Australia. He would be back
in the black.
Clark and Whitney could not believe what was being done to them.
Whitney's hair was now platinum blonde and Clark now had streaks
dyed into his hair. If the light caught Clark just right, then the
blue or purple would be visible.
"Don't talk. The make-up must be perfect and the glue for
the mask has not set completely."
Whitney groaned but he knew Clark was fairing no better. Their
faces were being hidden in ornate designs and the contacts hid their
real eye color. The worst was yet to come. The outfits they were
going to be wearing would leave nothing to the imagination.
"Now you are done and can go get dressed."
Clark and Whit got up and went into the other bedroom. Lex was
waiting for them.
"Lex, we can't see and moving my face hurts."
"Pain for beauty my love, suffer for the beauty. Now please
drop your robes."
They boys did that and suddenly Clark felt Lex pulling on his cock.
He went hard and then felt something snap around the base. He saw
that he did the same thing to Whit.
"Now let me place these on you..."
In a few minutes Clark and Whitney saw themselves in a full-length
mirror and cringed. They had on criss-crossed leather harnesses
and a leather jock strap. Their dicks were at full size and stretching
the pouches to its maximum limits. They had on knee high black leather
boots and wore studded leather bracelets and dog collars. Along
their sides ran a thick chain, from the harness to the top of their
jocks. The power of their young bodies on display, broad shoulders,
lean, sleek muscles, and taunt abs. The light/ dark contrast would
drive men and women crazy at the Ball. Lex would be hardly noticed
with them around.
They both looked at Lex and saw what he was wearing.
"It is patterned after the style during the French revolution."
He had on the stockings and the buckled shoes but the breaches were
tight thin material and he was as visible as they felt. The shirt
was a thin see-through white with ruffled cuffs. The jacket looked
heavy but was also light. He was wearing a wig from the same period
and he was carrying a hat that would complete the outfit. His face
was also painted in an ornate style and his mask was affixed as
well. He then brought out the chains and attached them to the collars
and to a loop in the back of the jocks. The chains were then attached
to a bracelet he wore.
"Perfect. You look great. Don't worry this is a fact finding
mission and no one will know who you are. I'm going to be as frustrated
as you are by the end of the night. One last touch."
Lex walked up and kissed the nipples of each and ran an ice cube
over them before attaching a tit clamp. A minor touch to add to
"We are totally exposed! These hurt!"
"It is the Dungeons of Decadence Ball, you WANT to make an
impression." Lex grabbed the chains and the three took the
private elevator to the basement and the waiting limo. Lex could
tell that they were nervous and him reached over and held a knee
and told them they were in for the time of their lives.
The Dungeons of Decadence was a social event that few wanted to
miss. Masks were not an option. This was about being wild and true
hedonism. Condoms were provided for those who required gratification
and all kinds of party favors were around for those who liked to
partake. This was a major underground event, gay, straight, it did
not matter. This was primal and anyone who went was in for a great
The limo pulled into a garage and they got out. It was dark. The
doors were open and in they walked. They went through another set
of doors they saw the Ballroom. They had to descend a grand staircase.
It was marble, widely set and ornate. Clark and Whitney took the
lead with Lex trailing holding the leashes. They adopted a confident
strut, knowing they were the hottest things around. All eyes moved
to the staircase and watched the two boy toys descend into Decadence.
Lex was envied his position. He could tell that Clark and Whitney
were noticing the roving eyes and the lust for them that was not
hidden. They hit the bottom and crowds parted for the tall, beautiful
young men, who no one could tell their identities. Within minutes,
Lex saw the prey, Basil Jaxson was hard not to miss. He was a short,
rotund man with wild black hair, liberally sprinkled with gray.
He wore a mask but it hid not his identity.
Whitney was caught up in the music. His budding abilities picked
up on the mood and he was rolling with it. He noticed a pounding
remix of Depeche Mode's Sea of Sin playing and he was there. Lex
handed him his leash and he moved to the center of the dance floor
and all eyes moved to him.
Clark could feel Whit's pulse and desire. It was hard to concentrate
but he and Lex wanted to get the job done and then enjoy the party
for a while. There were hundreds of people and many wearing as little
as he and Whit were. The dcor was very much a dungeon, but also
Gothic. It was amazing. He recognized the music from Whitney's collection.
Lex moved and so did he. From the briefing he knew that he was this
guy's cup of tea. Truth was he was finding that he and/ or Whit
were everyone's cup of tea. Clark moved in on the prey and circled.
Lex followed and saw Basil's reaction to Clark's hidden gaze. Basil
was flustered, so much the better. He walked up and delivered a
quick injection into his neck. Basil never felt it.
"Hello Basil...see something you like?"
"Oh yes...very much so."
"Well you have to pay the price..."
"It is a private issue...something that only you could know..."
"I know everything there is to know...what is the price of
this exquisite creature..."
"Who was Nathan Daniels escape contact?" The drug hit
Basil and he could not stop himself.
"Out of Portugal, Shearn Phipps. Daniels had some hot info
from Kansas. Could be lucrative but word is he was compromised."
"Is he alive?"
"That is the question to which there is no answer...now my
beauty..." That was as far as Basil got. Lex hit him with a
second shot and Basil drifted for a moment. Clark and Lex walked
away and in a few moments Basil forgot the conversation ever took
place. Clark looked and saw a crowds surrounding the dancing Whitney.
He had ensorcelled them with his movements and his luscious body.
Clark caught the rhythm and moved and joined him. Soon they were
moving, grinding and driving the crowd into a frenzy.
Whitney was picked up a contact buzz from all the ecstasy that
had been taken. He was a slave to the euphoria and the music moved
like never before. He in turn ensnared Clark and Lex into that web
of sensual playfulness and sexual power. Lex moved and joined them
on the dance floor. He noticed that Whitney's boots and area's around
his jock were full of greenbacks.
The music shifted to pure rave and they got lost in the beat. By
1:30 their combined need forced them from the party. They had been
bound for too long and caught up in lust that it had been a great
torture. The sea of sin did part for them as the mighty specimens
of manhood sauntered towards the exit.
The energy and frenzy of their coupling gave way to long loving
passion. Dawn broke over the horizon before they fell into the exhausted
slumber of the sated.
Chloe wanted to go see Dr. Hamilton and find out more on Nicodemus
and other things he night be working on. As she was pulling up she
noticed the smoke and realized that his lab was on fire. She called
the fire department. By the time they got there, nothing was left
of the lab. An arson investigator was called out and Chloe was going
to keep track of this. She knew that her mystery guy was an unsolved
case in Metropolis. She was going to find out what happened here
Then boys were dragging ass. They made the 1:00 flight out and
were back home but they had no energy. As they pulled into the castle,
they noticed Chloe's car waiting for them.
"Lex, Dr. Hamilton's lab got torched and he is missing."
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