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A/N: Hello my dear reviewers! I know it's been a long time but I have an actual -reason- as to why i have yet to update. My choosen beta has not gotten back to me and it's been about a week so i decided, what the hell! If it's bad, tell me and if it's good tell me, therefore, i've cut out at least half of the reason for a beta..the other half of course, is the whole editing thing...but that's not important...yet...Mow I'm rambling. If i seem a bit off, all the blame goes to you lot as i've been tossing and turning over an exciting and interesting plot for this piece. Enough of this...let's get on with it...

Warning: Incest, Male/ Male, Draco/ Lex, NC17ish (For those of you that have a problem with Lex as bottom, don't fret. He -had- to be bottom cause Draco -had- to be top...want to know why...? READ!

Before you read this chapter, please refer to the warning above and -leave- if you have any problems with slash (homosexual pairings), Incest (not the mother/ daughter kind but the cousin/ cousin kind), or Smallville, Harry Potter action!

Where we last left off...

"I understand," though spoken in a downcast sort of voice, Harry's eyes spoke nothing but truth when Clark turned to check. The farmer grinned thankfully, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he tightened his hold on Harry's waist.

"That is how it's -should- be…" He said in a mock superior voice before he began to tickle the hell out of the momentarily content Boy-Who-Lived.

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Thick Tension

Meanwhile, at Luthor Manor…

Lex Luthor was a man of privilege. Thus, he did not like to be told what to do. Including, and especially, by his own body. His hands shook lightly, his car door opening with a patent squeak, the sound vibrating his eardrums not so lightly as he noted that he would have to dump this pile of trash. Yes, our Mr. Luthor was actually as rich as to get rid of a very expensive, very nice Porsche because of a squeaky door.

Draco Malfoy, another spoiled rich fuck, just happened to be just as privileged as his cousin, Mr. Luthor. So fortunate, that he, in fact, was richer than his cousin whom was fathered by an "outcast" of the Wizarding world. His problem lied in his hormones as well and being the over sexed, withdrawal driven teen that he was, he was not as inconsistent when his body told him to do something. And what, pray tell, did Mr. Malfoy want?

The sound of a head banging against the door of Lex Luthor's office answers this question. Draco wanted to fuck. And if he remembered correctly, Lex would be able to help him with his problem. While Clark and Harry were just beginning their adventure, Draco sat next to Lex, calmly, quietly, which, for him, was not at all characteristic. Hence, Lex prying into his mind, a motion only possible by devious Draco's allowance flashes of compromising and quite arousing positions starring himself and the Luthor offspring, the entertainment for the rest of the ride.

Accordingly, it was not a surprise in the least when Draco cleared Lex's desk with one flick of his wrist, not allowing the other aristocrat the chance to object as Lex was flung unceremoniously onto his own desk, a Malfoy attached to his lips. Draco groaned throatily when Lex finally responded, slim fingers gracefully undoing the knot that tied his swim trunks to him. Thought process clicked in as old tricks were used to play forever-new strings of arousal.

Lex smirked into their battle, as he was pushed completely on his back, his hands and fingers traveling in patterns he had drew with Draco as children, allowing his cousin to top him, just this once-something he always told himself on these rare occurrences. He chuckled when Draco made a keening sound, the cool air in his nether regions signally the loss of his only article of clothing.

Draco smirked at his chuckle, this game he never bored of. His mind trailed, as it often did when he prepared his sub. Their fathers had been appalled at the idea of them spending time together. The thought almost custom now: if they could see us now. He smiled up the pale expanse of slim muscle, admiring his cousin with eyes of knowledge, haven known the spots that would bring them both to completion without a touch.

His body ached as his tongue found the curve between each testicle, completely skipping the pre-licking down chest and abdomen, as well as the straining red flesh of Lex's erect shoulder. He felt the man beneath him arch from the desk, a whimper brushing against the contours of his mind, never to be released until hoaxed farther. He laved his tongue downward, enjoying the taste and smell of apples and musk, a flavor, even as a child, he could distinguish as unique.

Lex arched again, eyes staring unseeing at his Elizabethan ceiling, Draco's tongue laving downward, reaching his entrance. A long stroke caused a rather loud exhale, his will strong as Draco nibbled at him gently, the blonde's tongue joined by his fingers after long moments of devious tonguing and precise licking. He shuddered when Draco's long fingers scissored inside of him, wondering, in a brief flicker of coherent thought, if he should tell his young sex fiend that he had lube in the drawer next to his head. All thought stopped, yet again, when Draco's other hand wrapped securely around his cock.

All the teasing had been endurable, but this directness he was not accustomed to, and had he not had the endurance of a sexaholic, he most definitely would have came all over his fucking desk. Draco turned him over with ease and Lex, in a state of none coming concentration, was not prepared for the slamming of a cock into his ass. He noted the blonde had become an expert at preparation without lube and went to comment only to have his answer swallowed with another thrust, his prostate being hit with an un-Godly precision.

"Fuck, Draco," he hissed, rocking with the force of yet another thrust, not given time to recover from the last. As if his still adjusting body could not handle enough, a slim hand wrapped around his straining erection, his hanging legs shuddering at the thighs as he tried not to come so soon.

"That's the point," the seductive smirking voice did not help matters, though Lex could not remember the last time he was fucked this good or this well.

"You've been…" thrust, legs buckling, "practicing…" thrust, Draco kept him from falling to the floor. The thrusts picked up speed, Lex's eyes shutting as they rarely do when having sex, his head resting to the side as he took and buckled and returned every savage thrust, thankful that he healed quickly.

And just as soon as it had begun, it ended. Draco's body stilled as he came, hot spurts of cum shooting violently inside of Lex triggering his own release all over his new Persian rug. Not that he cared at the moment. "I need a cig." Lex sighed after a few moments, Draco's comforting weight twitching only slightly. He felt the uncomfortable cut of wood into his thigh, his desk not at all a comfortable place to sleep when half his body wasn't on it. Note to self, he thought, buy more comfortable desk. Life was good.

"You smoke?" Draco's groggy voice accompanied his movement as he finally stopped squashing his cousin. Lex shrugged before slipping to the floor, Draco flopping gracelessly next to him, two cigs in hand, both lit, appearing from nowhere. Draco inhaled loudly. "We should do this more often," he huffed, the white smoke mixing with Lex's exhaled ash.

"Smoke or Fuck?"

"Both are bad for you in the long run," Draco smirked back.

"Ain't life grand?" They both broke into peels of boyish laughter as the night sang with atypical episodes.

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Clark Kent awoke groggily, a stiffness in his muscles he was not accustomed to, head singing a dizzy lullaby, tempting his farmer tendencies to quiet for just a few more hours of sleep. He shifted then; mind still a pleasantly blank fog of nothing but satisfaction, feeling a lightweight on his chest when he did so. Opening his eyes, the reason for the oddities of his body were met in the form of one Harry Potter, the raven head resting peacefully on his chest, a lazy arm slung over his waist. A small smile met his lips, remembering the events of the night before with surprisingly little guilt and even less awkwardness.

"You're awake," the murmur was loud enough for his sharp ears, the raven head shifting and ruffling until he peered into green eyes near identical to his own. He smiled into the sleepy orbs, running a gentle hand down the strong jaw of his cousin.

"It's odd," Clark, purred, his chest rumbling in an animalistic sound of pleasure as Harry trailed kisses from his neck, downward, a small shiver of anticipation running down his spine.

"What?" Harry mumbled against his chest, nibbling at a nipple, feeling the tall farmer arch into him, a smile curving his lips against the lightly tanned skin.

"I should be freaking out, even angry…" Clark panted, feeling his eyes heating warningly, his back arching into the talented mouth running over his lean muscles, hands flexing as he felt his strength build. His biceps flexed, powerful abdomen muscles tightening as Harry's trailed even lower, light kisses yielding their innocence to long licks and purposeful suckling. "Ah, Harry, wait…" A deep sense of foreboding clasped Clark's heart, an extremely warm wave of –something- traveling through his body, cool air entering his lungs with a deep breath when Harry began to trail the light hairs of his stomach.

"Why? Do you want me to…" a long flick of his tongue over the eager head of the brunette's cock interrupted him for an eternity of two seconds, "stop?" Clark's body jerked, his exhale visible in a breath of cold air. Harry glanced up at the breeze, watching in fascination as the small hairs of Clark's stomach froze, his nose and cheeks flushing with the bitter cold.

The moment lost, no matter the presence of both of their erections, Harry blinked up at his cousin in surprise, green eyes blinking in equal astonishment. "Please tell me that was one of the powers you forgot to show me…" Harry muttered, running a hand over the thawing flesh, which flashed red before returning to normal.

"I…I didn't know I could do that…" A blush spread his cheeks at the sight of before him. Harry Potter, Clark realized, could possibly be famous for not only defeating Voldemort, as the young orphan told him, but also for his beauty. The problem with Ginny Weasley was not that she was incased in the bubble of his fame as the young wizard had thought, her problem had to have been his sexual appeal. The thought of his new power was discarded easily, Harry's lips softly parted, large green eyes staring up at him in the dim light of the sunset from his quite eager cock was not a picture to be taken lightly.

The sound of hooves beating into the ground alerted him of precarious position, soon to be discovered. With an unfathomable speed, Clark zoomed from beneath the Gryfindor, scooped him up and ran to 'the barn'. Harry blinked in confusion for a moment at the abrupt change in scenery, staring up at the panting form of his cousin, suddenly more comfortable then the hard ground of the field had made him but no less sated. He arched up experimentally, the pensive green eyes snapping down to him from the place above his head.

Harry noticed they were in the barn, the wood behind Clark's head and rough texture of the couch notable, that is, before Clark's thrusting against him.

"Why'd we leave the field?" he panted, sparkling eyes starting into the intense, and somewhat red gaze of his older cousin. Clark smirked down at him and again, Harry was distinctly reminded of Malfoy and Lex.

"I heard Lana…" Clark eased beside him, Harry's slim body allowing Clark's bulk to fit, though the couch was already a bit wider than what he was used to.

"Your crush…?" Though both were aroused, Harry felt content to simply spoon against the older male, sighing as a strong arm wrapped around his waist. He watched patiently as Clark propped his head up with his unoccupied arm, the green eyes moving every which way.

"About that…" Clark sighed, the cool air blowing the hair on Harry's forehead and causing him to shiver. "Harry, I have to be honest with you about my feelings for Lana, she's…um…not as important as she used to be…" Clark sniffed at Harry, feeling his nervousness receded strangely, oddly comforted by the smell. Harry tensed beside him, suddenly nervous at the prospect of hearing about Clark's feelings toward him, a torrent of how things could go bad if the alien suddenly thought they were in love because they slept together. Yet again, he was reminded of the blonde, the cruel coldness he treated Harry with frightening in the sudden casualty he felt in sleeping with Clark.

"Why is that?" he turned to stare intensely into his cousin's eyes, a look he picked up from Lex just yesterday, his body pressed flush against the harder body of his cousin. Clark applauded Harry's ability to learn so quickly, his resolve waving in light of it, eyes averting to stare at the space between the Gryfindor eyebrows.

"I've become…" he cleared his throat, "attracted to someone else, entirely, a big surprise, even to me." It wasn't that Harry was conceded, he just didn't fancy his cousin like that, and hell, he'd rather be in love with Malfoy… "It's Lex, Harry." The Gryfindor nearly missed Clark's confession at his own revelation.

He couldn't be, it wasn't right. Hell, it wasn't wrong. It wasn't -anything-. Bloody fucking hell! He could -not- love Malfoy! He could not -afford- to love Malfoy! He only slept with the git -once-, technically. And only cause he was –forced –! He was so screwed. He noticed the apprehensive look in Clark's eyes, the nervous shifting against him showing his cousin's wanting of an answer of some kind. Harry smirked, easily pushing his disturbing attraction to the blonde to the back of his mind. He ran a hand over Clark's broad chest, tweaking a nipple playfully and causing his cousin to smile.

"Understandable," was all that was said before Harry led them into a passionate kiss, tossing his leg carelessly over the hard, muscular thigh hands pressed intimately against the brunette. Clark gave him a mega-watt smile and Harry ached to know they were nothing more than cousins with privileges, though he found contentment in the ach. A pleasant shudder ran through them both as they humped one another, giggles and chuckles between pants at what they were doing.

The slick motion of skin against skin somewhat sticky and unhurried, neither moving to deepen their intimacy. Harry panted lightly against Clark's neck, enjoying the fast heartbeat against his own and muscular thigh between his legs. He might have found his kink when Clark spooned particularly rough against his thigh which moved between the alien's own legs. The moment heated to a simmering boil as Clark growled his release and Harry moaned "primitive" before meeting his own, toning down with steam and satisfaction.

"Thanks for being so understanding, Harry," Clark whispered, kissing Harry's temple as they lazed about, covering them with the thin blanket of his mother's knitting. Both were still half stiff but replete in their sexual appetites for now, soft kisses and light teasing lulling them in and out of consciousness until, about two hours of rest later, Clark's body became rigid, the roaring of an engine following his unrest. Harry awoke then as well, Clark noting that he would have to find out why they were so in tune with one another as it probably had to do with his heritage. He also noted he would have to stop noting stuff when he had no time to think it over during the time he did the noting, he supposed he got it from Lex, and the whole going off topic thing from Harry.

"Lex?" Harry asked as he sat up, shifting to stand in all his naked glory from the warmth of the couch and Clark to glance out the window. The tall farmer nodded, standing as well, hearing the squeak of the barn door, he clothed them, relaxing with a book after thrusting a ball in Harry's hand. Getting the hint, Harry flopped on the couch beside Clark, beating the tennis ball against the wall beside the couch, back leaning against the brunette.

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Lana scowled, the hooves of her horse the only sound echoing across the field. She could have sworn she saw Clark and that boy. Her instincts leading her directly to the spot after she had awoken. Her eyes flashed as she remembered:

"He's the key. The key to power, Lana, how can you deny your past so easily?" The harsh voice of her ancestor echoed in her head. Her large, forever-changing eyes fluttering open to stare into those identical to her own, though darker in color and nature.

"He's just Clark's baby cousin," the whisper was drowned out by near hysterical laughter.

"And who is Clark? Do you know of the power that boy possess? It is no surprise that this new addition has aligned the stars so." Lana watched as the evil witch glided across the room, her hand blowing the balcony doors open as the shaken girl sat up, her hand gliding across the sky as if she could wipe them clean out of the sky. "We must gather our Allies, dear," Lana felt a pleasure like no other, similar, she concluded, to the glimpse of memory she had after the parasite incident. The stars, to her surprise, spelled out a name. The witch look alike smirked and disappeared.

Lana smirked, standing on a long, sensual stretch. "Lord Voldemort, it is."

Thus, her displeasure when she found nothing but uprooted earth and no matter how curious the sight, it lacked the people she required. She snorted, tossing her hair over her shoulder at the sound of three loud "pops".

"Where -are- they?" One of the hooded figures hissed. She glared, waving a hand at the wizard, smirking when he made a keening sound and died.

"Take your scum back with you, I will not tolerate rudeness of any sort. As for the boys, be patient." She rode in the general direction of the Kent farm, sighing to herself at all the work it took to simply locate the elusive pair, a task she supposed, was proved difficult by the man named Dumbledore, the enemy of her newest ally. No matter, Elizabeth would deal with him as well, just another obstacle to overcome in her quest for the stones of power, which would come as soon as she located the key to the door.

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Alrighty, then. That's it for now! You should be pleased to note that i have the next chapter half done and plan on putting some more evil Lana, sexy Luthor/ Malfoy and Kent/ Potter in the near future...or maybe i'll take pity on Harry and let him and Draco have a go, just to spice things up a bit...!You won't know until ya read!

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Next time: Draco's sexually frustrated or just plan frustrated as something is wrong with his libido! DUN DUN DUHHHH! Harry and Clark become closer as Harry's feelings betray him and Lex takes notice of how close they have become. Can anyone say -jealousy-? How about "jealousy is a bitch"? Snape comes into the picture in following chapters and we discover his connection to Martha Kent and how she met her husband, a muggle! Sparks fly in the continuation of -DIRTY SECRETS-!

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