The Memoirs

Two Clarks.

And it was with that that he blinked... stopped... stared down at his Martini glass in confusion.

Looked up, at himself... his double? Whatever. He downed the Martini in one swallow, and motioned a hand at the others. "Gonna drink that?"

"That's--"

Alexa turned. Blinked. Turned again. Blinked one more time, then turned back around.

She wasn't hallucinating. There were... "Clark?"

The second stared at the first for a whole moment before offering the glass and bursting into hot, aching tears.

Yeah. Weird. Clark rose a brow at his sobbing double, and blinked at the sexy babe in front of him. Blinked again... stared at the both of them, as he shifted his weight and unbuttoned his shirt. "The fuck's going on? Geez, CK, put a cork in it, alright? No thing. Looks like we're just split in two. Hey, Alexa, right? Wanna come suck my load?" He leered it at her, even as he plopped down on the bed. Leaned over the sheets... opened the little fridge by the window, and pulled out six little bottles. "No tequila. Fuck a goddamned duck."

"Who the fuck are you?" Lex put the drink away and went instinctively to the crying... Clark, and wrapped his arms around him. "Hey. It's okay. We're going to figure it out." His eyebrow elevated at the one on the bed. "If he's Clark... who the hell are you?"

Clark… or... CK as the guy had called him... wailed all the more, crying hysterically as he pointed, then at himself, then wailed loudly.

"Dunno. Whatever it is, hey, I'm in for a little threesome. If he ever shuts up, that is. Christ, only vodka? Not even the good shit. You spoiled me, Lexypoo." Clark, or Kal anyway, snickered, and popped the cork of the little bottle open, downing it in a single, long swallow. "Ahhh. Hell yes."

Sobbing. Just... sobbing hysterically.

"Dude! Shut the FUCK up!"

"Shut up yourself!" Lex barked, and pulled the wig off, tossing it over the chair. "Okay. Clark? Sweetie, I need you to stop crying, all right? See what we can get figured out." A glare to the one on the bed. "You tell him to shut up again, and you'll answer to me. Now who the fuck are you, what's your name, why do you look like Clark, and what the hell is going on?"

"I am Clark, sputnik." Kal snickered and spread his thighs, stroking his palm over his hard cock. "Aren't I, Cry Baby?" He snorted as the other Clark started sobbing all the harder. "You can call me Kal, though. Seems we got split up in two, now don't it? Two hundred dollars, two hunks for the evening. You gonna come over here and suck me off bitch, or what? Got a hard-on from hell. If you ain't gonna do it, sissy pants is."

"You call him crybaby again, and I'll stuff Kryptonite down your throat," Lex snarled, and turned back to Clark. Before he could say anything, his eyes fell on the sparkly red stones in the curtain, and he yanked one of them down. "This the reason, Kal?"

Clark just choked all the harder on his sobs, and his eyes were wide at the threat as he clutched at Lex. "Lex? What's... what's going... what happened?"

"I don't know, baby." Lex kissed his crying Clark softly, holding him close and glaring at Kal. "But I'm getting an inkling." He rubbed his cheek against Clark's softly. "Please, stop crying," he said in a whisper. "It breaks my heart."

"Oh, boo fuckity hoo. If I'm not Clark, neither is he, moron." Kal rolled his eyes, hard, and rose to his feet. "Dude, this is bogus shit. I'm going to go party and find someone who wants to have a really fun time. Move out of the way."

"You're not going anywhere. Sit the fuck down, now." Lex snarled it as he pushed at Kal's shoulder.

Clark kept choking off little cries, but he quieted them as Lex held him, but he jumped like a skittish colt when Lex raised his voice. "I'm... it's okay, Lex. I'm okay." But he still held tightly to Lex, and looked at his twin's boots.

"Kal, I said sit. If you want that blow job, sit. You want booze, I'll have it brought up." He pointed at the phone in the room. "Call down to the bar, get whatever you want."

"Yeah?" His eyebrow rose, as he looked at the little guy in front of him. "Dude. Let him go, alright? He isn't going to bolt. I want you over here, right now, 'tween my legs. Can you stand being away from Lex for a half a second, CK?" He sneered, even as he yanked Lex close by the hip and ground down against him. "Don't think I forgot you're a chick." He cupped twin breasts and gave them a tight squeeze, flickering his fingers expertly over pebbled nipples in such a fashion that he could feel the heat rising off of pale skin. "Wanna fuck you hard, little 'Lexa."

Lex glared at the sneer, then almost lost his balance as Kal jerked him over. He couldn't help the groan that came out of his throat as Kal ground against him, breath choked off in his throat as rough fingers tugged his nipples just right, and his belly went to water.

CK was watching everything with huge, wide eyes as Kal just dragged Lex over to him. He still clung to Lex tightly, even when Kal jerked, and he was left with a grip on just Lex's hand as he came cautiously over and hid as much as he could behind Lex's gyrating body.

Kal sneered, wickedly, and let go in the next moment, to look over Lex's shoulder at... himself. "I'm a sexy bitch, ya know what I'm sayin'? Dude, damn. But yo, ain't got my shit here. Why don't we go downstairs? Wanna see the crowd, work the honeys. Get some tequila!"

"You want tequila, you call for it. You want honeys? Too bad. You've got me, and that's it. You're going to make do." Lex followed the glance over his shoulder. "Yes, you are sexy. Finally, someone who fucking agrees with me, and it's a psychopath."

CK cringed in tighter on himself at Kal's appraising glance, and scooted in closer behind Lex.

"Ain't no psychopath, bitch. Come on… gotta get some action. Either here or home, but Little Kal ain't waiting anymore." He grabbed himself lewdly, then swooped down for a hard, grating kiss against Lex's full, colored lips. "Want some action. And I want it now."

"Action I can give you. Clark? I want you to stay here, all right? Don't go anywhere." Lex straddled Kal's lap as he was sprawled out on the bed, returning the hard kiss expertly and grinding a hot, wet crotch against Kal's growing bulge. "Put up or shut up, Kal."

Clark nodded in agreement, cringing still as he moved out from behind Lex, out of Kal's line of fire.

"Fuck yeah." He hissed, as he yanked his leather down, baring his cock from the pouch as he pushed hot, wet circles against what he'd soon be in, and he snarled in pleasure as his fingers streaked up the dress and latched onto Lex's hips. He dragged him down, hard, not bothering to care about his pleasure as he fulfilled his own, and in turn, gave.

Lex was thankful for the split in the skirt as it let him spread his legs open, and he reached under his dress and pulled his panties off with a quick tug. The strings snapped and the fabric fell to the floor, damp with precome that had leaked out of his cock and onto the silicon lips, making them wet and slippery. His fingers knew what to do and spread himself open, just waiting for Kal's next push up to find his pussy and slide into it.

"Fuck YES!" He snarled it, as he grasped Lex 'round the hips, rolled him over, and pinned his wrists up as he reached between his legs. Spread them open and slammed in, as far as he could, hard, snarling again as he did it. He began to move almost immediately, turning his head to sneer at CK's insistent whimpering and horror, and fucked harder, jerking his hips harder. "So pretty, little bitch." He muttered to the other one, and grinned, broadly, as the whimpering increased.

Lex's wrists were trapped in a steely grip, and he turned his eyes to Clark. "It's okay," he said softly, even as he groaned, thrusting up against Kal and bringing one leg up, still slick with his stocking and still with high heel hanging off his feet as he pulled Kal down further. His chest arched, nipples aching, and he reared his torso up to bite viciously hard on Kal's shoulder. "Don't talk to him like that."

"He's pretty as fuck. So innocent." Kal snarled, as he bent down and buried his face in the tits Lex was flaunting up at him. Wet heat gripped him like a vice and his mouth moved and sucked over the mesh covering two fabulous boobs, of which he sucked and bit, nibbled and tugged. He tugged at the nipple with his teeth, lifting the weight with his teeth and letting it snap back down, as he reared his hips, over and over.

Clark was in total horror. He whimpered, and hid his eyes, hiding down in his arms as they made noises, BAD NOISES! This was all naughty, bad, and he let out another whimper. Lex had told him to Stay Right Where He Is, and he was gonna, sure, but... but... bad! Ness! Meep!

Don't meep, sexy. You know you like it. Thrusting... uhn... tastes so fuckin good...

Lex's head was arched back as far as it could go. He was moaning constantly, his other leg rising up to wrap around Kal's hip and he pulled him down, then used the leverage to thrust himself up to slide down Kal's cock as it pounded into him.

He cried out in sharp pleasure as Kal's teeth found his nipples and bit them, sucking them and letting them fall as they bounced was agony as it did nothing to requite the ache in them. "Harder, Kal. Fuck me harder." His hands were fisted tightly around Kal's wrists as he slid against the slick sheets on the bed.

"Harder baby, hard as you fuckin' want." He let go of Lex's hands and brought his own down under a ripe ass, using the other to perch on his elbow and put power behind his thrusts, that jarred them both. "Like that? Like that, want it hard, bitch?" Fucked harder all the more, letting Lex's ass go to slide down and around, to where in both… all three of their heads, any fucking way, was Lex's clit, and pinched and stroked it fast as the other guy wailed from the corner. "Your boy over there... can't... take it... uhn shit, pretty little girl, so fuckin' tight."

"Yes!" Lex's legs stayed locked around Kal's waist as he rode the hard thrusts with pleasure. His hands came down to his tits, rolling his nipples hard and tugging them, scraping them with his fingernails as he felt every bone-shaking thrust that Kal drove into him.

Then rough fingers rubbing his clit, and it was a hundred times better than his prostate being rubbed. His cock jerked, inside the confines of the silicon creation, spurting out his come so that it dribbled between the lips again, soaking Kal's cock with proof of his orgasm.

"Oh, fuck yes, fuck baby YES!" And he exploded, coming hard and fast, grunting hard as he jerked and thrust, moving and pushing out his orgasm...then his teeth locked and he climaxed, giving a short, hard wail of unbelievable pleasure as he did it. "YES! FUCKING YES!"

Lex's body shuddered as Kal came, feeling the orgasm flooding the front of his groin and down to where his cock was nestled snugly behind. His eyes were shut, and his nails dug hard into Kal's shoulders as he rode out his lover's orgasm, raising up to meet every thrust.

And as he came down, he was aware that the silver thread that linked him to his aushna' had split into two.

"Damn...damn that was good." Kal panted, as he tugged out of the little sheath, purring as he did it, and muttered a hard thank you into heavy, fake tits that jiggled like real ones, licking them as he rolled onto his side, then back, panting beside Lex. "You're one hell of a bitch. Holy shit." He looked up. "Did the Virgin Mary over there make it?"

Clark whimpered. Loudly. And hid behind his arm.

"I told you to stop calling him that." Lex turned over on the bed, onto his side, unconsciously nestling up against Kal as he held his arms out. "Clark, it's okay. Come here. It's fine, see? He didn't hurt me. He just made me feel... very very good."

Clark shook his head. Hid behind his hands. Whimpered in horror. "I want… to go... home!" He sobbed it, loudly, and wailed as he hid.

"Its all good, CK. Whiny bitch. Dude, just loosen up and have some fun, damn." He yawned, softly, and rubbed his nose as he sat up lazily. "Tequila. And oh man, that hot babe, Shay. Dreamt about her and Chloe in a porn movie the other day dude. Member, CK?"

Clark just… burst into tears.

Lex turned around and slapped Kal before thought. "Don't call him bitch." He turned back around towards Clark and held out his hands. "It's okay, baby. Come here. See for yourself." He ignored Kal for the moment, only saying one thing. "Chloe is pregnant, go near her and hurt her, and I'll take care of you myself."

Kal's eyes widened when Lex slapped him, but instead of being hurt, he sneered, savagely. "Bitch. Scared I'ma take your place as king Love God? Got something else for you, yo. Dude, let's go partay!" He yanked his leather on and rose, tugging the belt into place, running his fingers through his hair, and striding to the door.

"You can have my place, Kal. I don't want it. But I'm not going let you hurt him." He got up from the bed and strode over to the door, wedging himself between it and Kal. "Call me bitch any time you want; I've been called worse and frankly, I don't care. But until we find out what is going on? You are not going out there, and you are not going to harass Clark. Other than that? I don't give a royal rat's ass what you do, Kal, because in case you don't remember? I was the one who wrote the book on being a punk-assed bitch of a teenager."

"Don't think I don't know all about that." Kal sneered as he looked back from the door. "You can't tell me what to bloody well do. What, you think you're my mama now? Sure got the breasts for it." Another snicker, then a guffaw of laughter as Clark cringed and hid even more. "Man, whatever. I'm going out there, and you really can't stop me."

"I can unless you're willing to hurt me," Lex pointed out. And knew that Kal might very well call his bluff, but was relying on the fact that even this bitched out version of Clark would respect his aushna's well being. "Because I'm not moving. You want out, you have to go through me."

"Yeah, well, not even I will hurt you. Bastard. What kind of mate do you fucking think I am?" Kal snarled it, even as he tried to look casual. "'sides, I got the powers over here, don't I? I can do whatever I damn well please, and look, CK, seriously, stop sniveling." He grasped the others shoulders and gave him a light shake. "Sobbing like a ninny ain't helpin' us, now is it?"

Clark's eyes were wide, swamped with tears, but he shook his head with a soft sob.

"Alright, then."

Lex didn't move from in front of the door, just in case this one calling himself Kal was trying to distract him. He also didn't bother answering the other one's show of bravado either, because he really didn't want to get into a pissing contest. "Look, Kal--Clark--both of you..." Lex just pinched the bridge of his nose. "Clark, please. Trust me. Everything's going to be all right. I can't believe I'm saying this, but... listen to Kal. Stop crying, everything's going to be okay. Kal--what happened?"

"Could you stop calling him Clark? Dude. Its kind of a... what's it called..." He waved a hand around as if he was thinking, before snapping his eyes to Lex's and snarling, "Really fucking rude. I'm Clark too, you know. Jesus Christ, always take the sobbing pissant's side. I'm here too, you know. Mother fucker." He glared at his double, who sniffled and rubbed his nose dry. "Molecules dispersed, yadda yadda red kryptonite, blah blah yadda now we're two. Probably last forty eight hours."

"He is not a sobbing pissant, all right? How would you feel if I sat here and called you a fucking arrogant son of a bitch, hmm?"

"You better fucking well not. I'm not all Clark right now, but I'm enough aushna' to kick your sorry ass to the Kansas state line." Kal snarled.

For the first time, the other spoke up. "D… don't c-c-call him a… a.... that." He said softly, hiccupping and snuffling softly as he rubbed his face dry.

"Then don't call him anything, and I won't have to call you anything." Lex sighed, and turned back to... "Okay, if I can't call him Clark, what the hell am I supposed to call him? I can't keep saying hey you and expect him to answer." He sighed again, and pulled... the crying one, he settled on, for just a moment, into his arms, and then held his other one out to Kal. "Come here."

"Yeah, fuck you. I don't need some pansy assed hugs." He made a distasteful face at Lex and looked around the room. "Dude. I want to go party. I want to go do something." he glared at the two hugging men and pointed. "Either you get us out of here or I'm fucking one of those two ponces you're with into the ground. Your choice."

Lex didn't say anything, just glared, and kept his arm out.

Kal sneered at it again, and walked around it, opening the door.

Lex let go of Clark long enough to slam the door shut. "You... are really starting to piss me off, Kal. And you don't want to do that. Because if you do? I will yank your abilities as fast as I can and you are going to be stuck as one of us for the next forty-eight hours. Now, unless you want to learn how fast I can make you bleed? Behave."

"You wouldn't dare." Kal sneered it, dimples caving in as his green eyes flashed. "I'm too much like my whole person. You wouldn't touch me even if you tried. Don't think I don't know that? I ain't stupid."

The other Clark snuffled again, shuddering as he rubbed his face into Lex's neck, and wrapped his fingers tremblingly around his waist, sniffling again.

Kal snickered again, and rose a brow. "If I sniffle and cuddle against you, will you love me?" He said in a mock sappy voice, eyelashes batting.

"You don't think I'd dare? You don't know me as well as you think. I've done things to hurt you before, all in your best interests, and I wouldn't hesitate to do it now. You want to fuck with somebody, Kal? Your aushna' is not the person to do it with. I'm not going to cower down to your attitude, and I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else." He let go of Clark entirely, and glared. "I've hit you once, and I'm not afraid to do it again. I love you whether or not you cuddle against me, you ignorant ass. If I didn't? I'd let you go out there and make an ass out of yourself. I'd let you go out there, show off, ruin your parents' lives, your own life, and mine too while you were at it."

"Strange, how you always make everything about you." Kal said, eyebrow raised. "Somehow this all turned from me leaving to go have a good fuck to you, my parents, and everyone's goddamned lives. I am sick of living for other people, I am sick of having to make sure everyone else is well taken care of. I live for me goddammit." He snarled, even as he grasped Lex's wrist and dragged him close, stroking against him in one, solid movement. "You may be my aushna', but I am my OWN man, and don't you damn well forget it."

The other Clark sniffled. "Actually, I'm your own man too." Another sniffle, and trembly sigh.

"I don't forget it, Kal, but I also know that whether or not you personally do, the man that you are a part of cares about his family and his friends, and knows when his actions are going to hurt them." He shoved back against Kal's possessive stroke, pushing him against the wall and rubbing against his body again. "I'm my own man too, Kal, and that means I make decisions based on me. Not threats from you, not temptations, but on what I think. And what I think right now is that you are one arrogantly stupid bastard. Stay with me? And you can learn not to be stupid. Because all you are right now? Is a little boy."

"Fuck you." Came the hard, loud snarl, and he would have shoved him clear across the room if he could. "That's all you ever fucking thought about me and I'm through living up to your expectations and what you think of me. You want him? You want the sweet little thing there who doesn't say a word and agrees to everything? Then you can bloody well have him. I'm done listening to what you fucking think."

Lex still didn't move, and he just stared calmly at Kal as he stayed pressed up tightly against his body. "You don't know what I think," Lex guessed softly. "Because I'm guessing you can't get in my head with only half a link."

I can HEAR you just fucking FINE! Fury was in his eyes, and he was so close but Kal couldn't--and wouldn't--shove him away. He wanted to. OH how he WANTED to. But he wouldn't as long as Lex was this close. "You really don't know what you're getting into, Luthor."

"Can you really?" Lex asked softly, smoothing his hands over Kal's shoulders. "And if you think I don't know what I'm getting into? You're seriously underestimating me. I didn't think you still had it in you to think there's something I'm not capable of."

The other Clark… maybe he'd call himself CK, after all, watched in a dull horror as the two men vibrated in front of him. Again. They looked ready to kill each other, and he was absolutely terrified of what they'd inflict on one another. "C… C... Can... can we… we… go? Want... want to... want to go. This place... is bad. Fi.-f-fighting? Is bad."

"Stupid question, but do you remember my car?"

"Car?" A few blinks, and he winced as the other him, the Kal, snarled in fury. "Uh huh. The silver one, its outside."

"Right. That's right. Look in your pockets, see if you have the keys. If you don't, Kal will give them to you. I want you to take the keys, and wait for us in the car. If you see Rico or Aden, tell them that we're leaving early. They'll fill in the blanks themselves. Kal and I will be there in a few minutes, but we can't all three go at once." Lex's glare shot daggers into Kal's eyes, because he sure as hell wasn't letting this kid out without a leash. "As soon as we're all out to the car, we're going home."

"Kay. I miss Lionel. And Dominic." CK said with a nod, as if this was a mutual agreement, as he pushed his hand into his pocket. "I... hey. Yeah, look." He lifted the keys up and inspected them. "Its the gray one, right?"

Kal snapped at him, snarled again, but didn't dare struggle. Lex was pressed against him in such a way that one hard movement could break a bone or two, and he just glowered.

"Yes, the gray one." He gave a little smile "I think Lionel and Dominic are both going to have a heart attack when they see the two of you." He stayed against Kal. "Don't worry, we'll be all right, and we'll be behind you in a few minutes."

"Kay. I'll get it started, okay?" CK nodded, giving them both a wide birth around the room, and suddenly blinked, looking down at himself. "Whoa. I'm kinda naked. Jeez." He crossed his arms across his chest and winced. Naked here! People out there!

"Pick up the house phone. Ask for Max--he's the one replacing Gene, and he's the one that we paid coming in. I know Max from Zero. Tell him to come get the keys and bring up the black bag in the trunk. It's got street clothes." Lex didn't move. "Until he gets here with it, wrap up in one of the sheets. It'll look like we messed up your outfit, and you're changing into something clean."

"Okay." Ck shifted and picked up the phone, ignoring the other him's angry growls, and talked to the man like he was supposed to. He didn't wrap in the blanket... felt kinda weird about it, after… yeah. But he did jump with the sharp knock came at the door, and only opened it a crack for the bag to be shoved through. "Thanks!" he squeaked, before closing the door sharply and leaning his weight against it, eyes wide. "Whoa. Almost naked. In front of people! That was bad."

Kal rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck in his head. "Disgusting. I swear to all that is holy, when we're back together I'm sending you to the nether regions of hell, Sissy Boy."

CK burst into tears.

Lex was utterly disgusted. "Does it really make you feel like such a big, strong man to make him cry? Does it? Because I'd thought better of you, Kryptonite or no." He'd pieced it together, from the glowing red beads in the curtain to the appearance of two Clarks, and the half-assed explanation Kal had given him. "Clark--CK?--he doesn't mean it. He doesn't like himself, and he wants everyone else to be miserable. Don't let him get to you."

Kal gave another snicker. "Oh, and that sobbing mess likes himself? Jesus Christ, Lex, I thought you'd have more control picking out your partners. Christ." But he snickered again, as CK sobbed and pulled his clothes out. "He's really a pitiful thing, ain't he?"

CK sniffled hard and grabbed the jeans and shirt he found, and scuttled off to the bathroom. He yanked the black leather and stuff off, wailed at the pouch--mortifying--and yanked on his boxers, jeans, and sweater as fast as he could. Didn't have shoes, so he just tugged his boots back on, and emerged again, sniffling with the leather things pressed to his chest.

"Just put them on the bed," Lex soothed. "I'll pack them up in a moment." He glared at Kal. "I wouldn't have chosen a bastard like you either, Kal. But at least I remember you're both parts of the same person, and I love you both because of that."

"Yeah, well, you know what pretty boy? I am your Clark, just like he is, so if you don't fucking well like me, you're going to have to find someone else to spend eternity with. Let's GO Sissy! I got shit to do!"

CK jumped and set the things on the suitcase quickly, swallowing hard and letting his eyes widen.

"Exactly. You're not all of Clark, and neither is he. Without him? You'd be nothing, Kal. Just remember that." Lex stayed firmly planted against Kal's chest. "Go and get the car, CK. We'll be down in a few minutes. We just have to have a meeting of the minds first." A very hard glare Kal's way. "You and I, my friend, are going to come to an understanding."

CK nodded, quickly, and stood up, giving them another wide birth before scampering out the door and down the stairs.

Kal's eyebrow rose, a smirk playing on his features as he waited, patiently, for Lex to speak. "Come to what understanding? Gonna threaten me? Don't even try it, I can see so far through your bullshit it ain't funny, baldy."

Lex just looked up calmly. "No, Kal, I'm not going to threaten you. I'm not actually going to do anything except this." He rose up on his tiptoes and kissed Kal gently, softly, caringly. "Because I love you. You are my aushna', no matter what's happened, and I'm going to help you, protect you, and make you happy."

The kiss took him by surprise. So much so that he couldn't help kissing back, just as softly, even as his eyes lay heavy lidded with the pleasure of the touch. His eyes opened wide again in the next moment, and he sneered at him, wickedly. "Got you wrapped around my damn bloody finger, don't I? Now get the fuck off me."

Lex didn't rise to the bait. "Yes, you do." He kissed Kal again, just as softly, but heavier this time, more possessively, his hands moving to Kal's hair and tugging. "You always have--Clark always has, anyway--and no, I'm not getting off of you."

"Get...off." He ground out, trying to shove at his hips even as Lex kissed him. And it was an intoxicating kiss, wasn't it? But he was way stronger than this, and he gave a saucy snicker as Lex pulled away. "Can't win me over with little touches like some bitch, Lex. Ain't that easy."

"No, you're not easy. You never have been. Finding my way through all of the shit that has happened to Clark and I has actually made you--him?--even stronger than before. But you know something?" Lex's fingers tightened in Kal's hair, just a little. "I'm not trying to win you over. I'm not even trying to seduce you, because I don't want to sleep with you right at this minute. When I get you home? Yes. But now? All I want now is for you to know that I do love you, that I will help you... and that you don't have to be this way if you don't want to."

"I am this way, Lex. Its what your IQ always failed to notice. I am this way. You think I'm good, and sweet, and chaste?" his hips humped forward again, though it was lackluster. Lex's words rocked him, which only made him glare, and try to wrench free. "Let me the fucking hell go!"

"No, you're not this way, Kal. Not all the time." Lex's hands calmed and stroked as he talked. "You are, sometimes, when you're fed up and tired of being everybody's bitch boy. But this isn't you, even when you are this way. I know you're scared. You have to be; I know that I am. But it's all right to be scared. Nobody is going to think less of you for being afraid. Kal... trust me. I'm not out to hurt you."

"You are my aushna'. I'm not scared of you, and I do trust you." He snarled, but he stopped trying to get away even as he glared at him. "And I'm not scared of anything else. Now get your bloody goddamned HANDS OFF OF ME!"

"You are scared. Not of me, but of what's happened." Lex didn't react to the yelling. "I trust you, too, but I'm worried because you're not thinking. Kal... if you really can see inside me, look in and see that I'm telling you the truth."

"I can't. Alright?" he snarled it, but it sounded more like a sob, which just pissed him off all the worse. "You are not going to reduce me to sissy boy standards, Kenep!" He roared, and thrashed under him. "God, dammit! Get off me! I'm not going to fucking hurt you, not get OFF!"

Lex dropped his hands out of Kal's hair and instead, wrapped them around his shoulders, holding him tightly as he could. "I don't want to reduce you to anything, Kal," he said softly. "I just want to get through to you."

"Get. Off. Me. Or I'm going to break your goddamned arms." Kal snarled it right into his face, with deadly anger.

"Do what you think you have to do," Lex answered back quietly, refusing to raise his voice--or let go.

Oh, and it pissed him OFF. He was a bubbling boil of fury and he gave a roar of frustration even as he fidgeted.

He couldn't hurt his goddamned aushna'.

Finally, when he'd worked himself into a fine anger, he stopped, and seethed, silently.

Lex still kept his grip on Kal, hugging him tightly, and didn't say a word. Just hugged, offered love, and waited.

Kal didn't say anything, didn't hug back, just glared over Lex's shoulder. "The fuck you want from me?"

Lex sighed softly. "I want you to stop insulting Clark--CK--whatever he's calling himself. And I want you to just... calm down. I'll settle for you stopping the insults. Other than that, I don't want anything but you and him back together, like you're supposed to be."

Together, huh? A seed of something sprouted in Kal's mind and he immediately went languid, feigning, with success, a slightly gentle nod. "Fine. I'll stop insulting him, and I'll calm down. Better?"

Lex was immediately suspicious. "You'll excuse me if I don't let go," he said dryly, looking at the suitcase. He concentrated, watching the clothes slide by themselves into the case, and he had to grab quickly onto Kal's arm to steady himself as he packed the suitcase back full and zipped it. "Okay. Note to self, next time, don't split your concentration, Lex."

Kal just sighed, heavily. "I won't fight anymore. I'm too damned hungry, and sleepy, to do it anyway, alright? So just let me go and lets get out of here, before that sissy b--...before CK goes crashing the 'ghini into the side of the club. Alright?"

Lex shook his head again as he balanced against Kal and blinked. "Right. You're both probably hungry; do you want to get food on the way home? Or raid the kitchen when we get there?"

"Doesn't matter. Maybe on the way home? Something in the car." Kal said, softly, and looked at him with rolled eyes as he steadied him. "Come on, baldy. Get your dress off and let's go."

Lex hadn't even realized he was still wearing the dress, or maintaining the female connections. "The dress can wait until we're back at the penthouse... we'll talk to Dad and Dominic in the morning, and... shit. This means you're going to miss Pete and Shay's dance competition and so will I. She's going to skin me." He nodded at the bed. "Grab the suitcase, and let's go."

"Grab your wig, baldy." Kal sneered as Lex finally moved the fuck out of the way and he stretched his arms above his head, gave his nearly bare belly a rub, and snapped the suitcase closed, lifting it with ease. "Ladies first."

Lex let his hand stroke over Kal's belly as he reached over for the wig, brushing it out with his fingers and adjusting it on his head before sliding his hand over Kal's back, gently palming the scar that bearing their son had given him, and slid his fingers into Kal's tight leather pants and squeezed gently. "Thank you, sir."

"Of course." He snickered it, even if the touch felt exquisitely, completely, extremely good, and he purred as they walked out of the room. The club was still bouncing, jumping, music blasting, coke and meth and god knew what else being traded. He smirked and winked at one doing a line right there on the banister and rolled his eyes, as he walked with Lex down the hall, down the stairs, and across the club, without incident.

Lex's fingers dipped into the very top of the crevice of Kal's cheeks as they walked, smiling innocently and winking flirtatiously at several other women and their escorts as he put his chin on Kal's shoulder as they headed for the door. His grip on Kal's body kept them pressed together hip to hip, and he nudged Kal's with his own.

"Uh huh?" Kal asked when the nudge came, leading Lex out the door, past the brute standing in front of it, and down the street to the waiting 'ghini. CK looked positively horrified and Kal smiled in maliciously delight as he let Lex go and opened the drivers door. "Out, CK. Get in the back. I'll… join you, mmkay?"

CK's eyes, the size of dinner plates, widened, and he nodded, sliding into the backseat once Kal had pushed the front seat forward, and buckled his seat belt safely.

"Nothing," Lex said, and waited for Clark--CK, he forcibly reminded himself--and Kal get settled in the back seat, and then slid in the front, behind the driver's side. He adjusted the seat and the mirrors, so he could keep half an eye on the streets and half an eye on the troublemaker in leather, and then tossed his wig in the passenger seat. "Where do you want to stop for dinner? We have a choice of Taco Bell, McDonald's, and Tratterham's."

"Hmm. I dunno." Kal said innocently, as he shifted and spread his legs, sprawling comfortably in the back seat. "Why don't we just pick up some of that Italian on the way to the mansion? Its pretty good. I feel like... noodles."

"We're not going back to the mansion. We're going to the penthouse, because I need to get the two of you somewhere safe, and three hours on a public interstate with twins isn't going to be a good thing." Lex swallowed at Kal's relaxed sprawl, and then turned his attention back to the road.

Oh. Not good. CK was pressed against the side of the car, almost against the door, with Kal's lanky frame taking up so much of the backseat, but he didn't care. He just kind of whimpered as his back touched the moldings, and drew up tighter.

Kal sideglanced CK as the car started down the highway that led into the heart of downtown, where the apartment was. He smirked at the little guy, even as his fingers came down from the top of the seat and gently touched CK's thigh. "Its alright, baby. Ain't gonna hurt you now."

Oh. Oh oh. Bad touching. And CK's eyes got huge when fingertips brushed his thigh, followed by the heavy weight of a hand, and he squeaked. "Meep?"

"Kal, do I have to separate you two already?" Lex asked with great exasperation in his tone.

Kal ignored Lex, completely, and smiled at the frightened little thing beside him. "Its okay, you know. I felt how aroused you were at seeing us back there. Its okay to feel that... if you want to feel it with me. Its just masturbation, you know." His fingers moved up, carefully seeking… aha. He stroked over the still soft bulge in CK's jeans, sliding over denim, and smiled at him softly as he stroked all the parts he himself loved.

 

-fin-

go on to the next part

'