CH5: Kiki Delivery Service AU. Kiki!Bruce, Underaged, Older!Clark

Bruce has been off on his own for the past six months. As a young warlock, at the age of 13, one must go off onto their own adventure for at least a year. He writes to his parents weekly. He tells them about the friends he has made, the cities he has visited and about Ace meeting another dog to have babies with.

He also tells them of the nice couple who runs a farm and allows him a place to stay for his duration. He does not tell them of the stipulation for this free room and board. He has the freedom to do as he pleases, but twice a week he has to comfort their son Clark.

His magic isn't that strong yet in transformation, so whenever he transforms into his deceased wife, he looks like a thirteen year old version of her. It's been a year since his wife's death. He used to live in the city, but moved back home after the incident.

He met the Kents after meeting their dog Krypto in the rain and talking to him. He had just entered the city and saw a white dog under a bench. He was drenched as well. His dog Ace huddles under his sweatshirt. He used an extra shirt he had to scoop Krypto up and flew him in the directions he was told.

The couple was so grateful to Bruce. They offer him the use of their bathroom and feed him as his clothes are being washed. He told them of his journey and they loved hearing it, they never met a warlock before. Smallville isn't one for magic. During their meal, their son, Clark, came down stairs. He didn't acknowledge his family, but he did smile upon seeing Krypto. He petted the dog's head, got food and walked back upstairs.

His parents looked sad and Bruce asked why. They explain about the death, about their son's depression and how he barely leaves the house unless someone is with him. His wife made him feel like a superhero and he has felt like a failure from not seeing the signs for her own depression. He found her dead in their bathtub. No note left to explain. Nothing.

Bruce felt for him. He was hoping to get into healing medicine like his mother, but even she said depression does not have a one size fits all cure.

It was the morning after when the couple asked him if he knew how to transform.

"Some." Said Bruce. He was back in the kitchen.

They showed him a picture of a beautiful woman. "Can you change into her?" Said Martha.

He stared at the picture and slowly felt his hair grow long, his features shift, but his penis was still in place. His father was more advanced. He could even change into a bat.

His height was the same. His legs dangled over the chair at the kitchen table.

"Very close. You're like a baby version of her. So cute." Said Jonathan. The older man was kind. He handed him a mirror. They were right. He touched his face. Very proud of himself. He smiled.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Said Martha.

Bruce shook his head. His shoulders slouched.

"Would you like to stay here? We could use some help around the farm, and we have spare space in the barn. Clark upgraded a lot there since being home."

Bruce's eyes widened. His heart rapidly beating. "Really?"

Jonathan laughed. "Of course. You seem to be very helpful and maybe even a good luck charm." Gesturing to Krypto.

His transformation relaxed. Hair shortening again. His dog Ace came over and told him it was a good idea. They needed a place. Bruce agreed and was happy to have Ace's reassurance.

Bruce agreed.

The Kents smiled, then Martha spoke up. "We have one request though?"

Bruce stared at the couple waiting for them to continue.

"Can you comfort our son? We would like for you to use your transformation and hang out with Clark."

"Comfort?" He was confused. "Like cuddling?"

Jonathan spoke up next. "That would be needed as well. It would be up to Clark on what to do with you."

"Um.." He doesn't touch people often that he doesn't know well enough, but the couple was really nice to him. "And transform into this wife?"

"Yes. We think it'll help with his depression. Ease him slowly out of it." Said Jonathan.

Bruce still wasn't convinced this was smart.

"It wouldn't be every night. Just twice a week. We already talk to Clark about it and you can do whatever you want otherwise. Make friends, be a teenager and all that." Said Martha. Her warm smile reminded him of his own Mother.

"If Clark knows. I guess." He muttered. Petting Ace's head. Ace wasn't saying anything to him, so it was probably a good decision.

"Excellent." Said Jonathan. Clapping his hands together. "We can try tonight. For now, let's go shopping. We need groceries and we need to get you some items for your bedroom." He stood up from his chair.

"Thank you sweetheart." Martha got up from her chair as well. Walking to Bruce to place a kiss on his head.

He was happy to feel useful. This family seems like it's been through a lot and it would only be for a year. After that I could decide what else to do.

The first night with Clark was gentle. They cuddled. He liked how Bruce fit in his arms. He said Bruce made his wife look more beautiful than she was when she was alive. He didn't know how to take that compliment, but Clark made him feel safe.

The second time, they kissed. Bruce only kissed two other girls before this. He felt dominated by Clark. His strong body covering Bruce's. They were in Bruce's room. Where they continued these acts together.

The third time, Clark raised Bruce's nightgown up. Kissing his penis through his panties. Licking the fabric, letting his saliva settle through unto Bruce's cock.

The fourth time, Clark had Bruce suck his cock. He kept saying Lois's name while Bruce's inexperienced mouth was fucked. Teeth scraping the large cock in his mouth. Clark's fingered tightening in his long hair every time he made a mistake. He learned very quickly how Clark liked his cock sucked.

The fifth time, he fingered Bruce. Making him come multiple times, he tiredly pushed Clark away a few times. Body to exhausted to function.

The sixth time, they had sex. Bruce knew that was coming soon. His young hole being rammed. Lube dripping down his leg. His nightgown bunched up to his chest, as Clark pinched his nipples. His first sexual experiences with a man 15 years older. Clark's cock stretched him in ways he didn't know existed. Clark flipped him onto his stomach. Gripping his unblemished hips and pushing hard into him. His bed was bugging against the barn walls. He was worried about waking the animals below up.

After that, two times a week, they had sex. True to their words, they never tried to control Bruce. He went into town and made friends with a track prodigy named Barry, a half fairy named Diana, and the kids of the lighthouse engineer named Hal and his adopted brother, John.

He loved this town he lived in. It was so different from Gotham.

Outside of their sex lives, Clark treated him like a little brother. He taught him to ride a horse, gave Bruce gifts and had taken care of him after he had gotten sick from getting lost in a rainstorm.

Clark was someone he enjoyed being around and he did notice the man come out of his shell. He started to go outside more, he even left town for two weeks to visit his cousin Kara. Bruce had gotten so used to sex with Clark on a regular at that point. Those two weeks without him felt odd, he didn't know how to properly explain it.

Clark must have felt it two because he took Bruce out of town for a week. They had a cabin alone together. They fucked everyday there. Because Clark had caught him off guard a few times to have sex, he didn't have time to concentrate on transforming himself.

Clark fucked his 13 year old face, came on his young asshole, sucked his underdeveloped cock.

Clark was healing and maybe this was a new form of healing that could be his career.

Travel from home to home, giving sex to those in need. A delivery service of sorts.