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A/N: I am sorry for the long wait. I'v been having alot of distractions as of late and, though i always promise thus, i -will- try my best to update as soon as possible. This chapter includes a bit of incest but i think i can say that for all of my chapters, so i'll asume you lot don't care. This chapter also needs to be beta-ed, so i'll probably just replace it with a better one later on. As for on coming chapters, specifically the next one, their will be some boarding NC-17, so if you have a problem with that stop while you are ahead. Okay, enough of my ranting. For guidelines on numbering and other stuff you don't understand review, email, or just look to previous chapters, as i -really- do say things that are important...well...most of the time (grinning)

Here we go...

Where we last left off...

Harry glanced at Clark in question, "what were they talking about?" the silent reservation in the look. Clark and Harry shrugged "I don' know". They both grinned at being able to read one another so well before following the two aristocrats, Harry a bit behind Clark.

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Tanned Tension

Draco watched in awe as food disappeared in mountains, the plate before him suddenly as empty as those surrounding him, his wider than normal silver eyes glaring accusingly at Potter who merely smiled around a mouth full of food, a little less reserved than the vacuum beside him formerly known as Clark Kent. They ate everything in sight and the blonde was surprised to find that it was only his food that had disappeared, Lex eating as daintily as always, his meager potions a banquet compared to what Draco had been about to eat, that is, before his food disappeared. He sighed to himself, glancing lazy around the kitchen, almost content to not have anything before him as an excuse to not eat.

Though Draco was by no means skinny, he detested food and only ate when direr, which is why he didn't necessarily mind when his lunch disappeared. It was agreed upon that after lunch they would take a drive down to the beach and 'hang out'. Having had few friends, the blonde didn't know what the hell was a 'hang out' nor did he discern the purpose of going to the beach, mid-September, and so offered his acceptance of whatever the hell they were doing with a graceful shrug.

By the time lunch was over, Potter and Kent were sitting back with satisfied smiles and excited eyes, the look resembling a five year old anxious to visit the park. Lex chuckled softly to himself when Clark stood and stretched, Harry following suite, their arms rising over their heads and revealing a section of washboard, tan stomach. Draco's smirk threatened to twitch into a smile when he noted how much food they had eaten, the lack of bulge to their abs an odd amusement.

He stood as well, moments after Lex, letting out a small sound of appreciation and cutting it off immediately when he realized his cousin –had-, in fact, noticed his lack of consumption. Even if he had been preoccupied with watching the farm boy's every move, lusting twinkling eyes in place, he had seen Draco take in nothing at the table. Alexander had once told him, Draco mused as the four of them exited the kitchen, stopping by the 'closet' to grab some outer wear, that no matter the situation, no matter the direction of his attention, he would always notice Draco, consciously or unconsciously. Thus, Draco's affection for Lex Luthor, their almost possessive tendencies toward one another led the emotion-deprived blonde to believe that he might even -love- his cousin.

His thoughts trailed this path, his eyes a soft unseeing wonderment as he ignored his surroundings, withdrawing from the light bantering of his cousin, Potter and Kent, opting to stay within his own mind for the ride in Lex's nice, red, Ferrari. He sighed to himself, head facing away from the road and Lex to stare out the nonexistent window. Unheeding of the sharp, worried blue eyes glancing his way every now and again from the long road of the highway.

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Harry Potter was in awe. The breeze swept through his hair in a fiery of salt tinted air, the sun blazing brighter then he had ever seen it. His shock at the contentment surging through him did nothing to prepare him for the sight of Draco Malfoy in trunks. Long blonde hair framed the pale face and, save for the stark paleness of his skin, Harry would have thought the aristocrat to be one of those surfer boys he'd seen on some show Dudley watched. His eyes racked the lean body, only to be deterred, with little disappointment, by the sight of Lex Luthor's equally pale expanse of skin.

For some reason, or other, he had always imagined Draco to swim in some type of thong, which showed more of his body then necessarily and Lex came off as the long swim trunks and t-shirt kind of guy. So, in a nutshell, to witness the mid-thigh swimming clothing on toned bodies ripping in barely restrained strength caused his shock to shiver into bewilderment. Not only was he gay, he thought to himself as his cousin jogged up to him from behind the car- their makeshift changing room-, but he was also an incestuous fuck. His cousin's tanned skin was kissed in pale progression as it trailed just below his waist, the skin a lighter tan near the band of low riding trunks. He blinked largely for a moment before returning the grin.

"Aren't you getting changed?" Clark asked, brow furrowing momentarily as he gave Harry a deliberate one over. Said Gryfindor eyed the cloudless sky, quickly deducing the temperature as fucking hot for mid September then correcting himself as it was fucking hot for any time of the year, noting he'd have to get used to the stifling heat if it remained this way for the duration of his stay. He also noted adopting Ron and Draco's vocabulary did nothing for him if he was not using the positive, less vulgar side of their grammar.

"Um…" he offered after a second of Clark's curious gaze, Lex's amused twinkle and Draco's unreadable leer, "yeah." He waved for them to continue without him, jogging to the car with a slight spring in his step.

Thus far, the passing week had knocked him flat on his ass, he mused, slipping the shirt over his head. He jumped slightly when he glanced over the top of the car to see Malfoy staring at him, a confused jolt causing him to raise an uncharacteristic eyebrow. The blonde's intense gaze became blank once more, a graceful shrug leading his turn as he jogged to the shore moments behind Lex.

Harry shook his head, snorting softly when his ears perked at the sound of Clark's joyous laughter, the childish glee unmistakable. He shimmed out of his pants keeping an eye out for his watcher, a bit freaked out and, to his horror, turned on, at the prospect of the blonde god watching him change. One more article of clothing found Harry starkers, his tanned arse airborne as he lifted the clothing over his privates, a bit put off that they were a lot bigger on him then they were on the others, though the swim where were all the same sizes. Then again, he reflected, it was probably better then them being a bit tight, as they were on Clark. But Clark looked –great- in the slight fitting swimwear, was his internal counter. Yeah, he was sick…and screwed.

This notion had followed the sight of three, muscled, wet guys, all-splashing around in the chilled water of the sea. The artist in him surged forward in a moment of appreciation at the beauty that presented itself. The sight of Lex Luthor kicking water at Clark who was trying to get away yielding to the soft chuckle and almost grin of Draco Malfoy as Clark tripped on the sand beneath the water brought a soft smile to his face. Had it only been a day since he had met his cousin and only today since he had met the son of multi-billionaire crazy guy Lionel Luthor? Had it only been three days since his escapade in the potion's room with Hogwarts' sex god?

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Four hours later found the four young men lying along the shore in a tangle of exhausted limbs, heavy breathing the only sound save the crashing of cool water onto the cooling beach. They had all chased one another, three of them piled atop the heaving form of one Harry Potter in a dog pile. The sole Potter heir grinned from beneath them, confident in himself once more when he realized he was not so much of a poof that he could no longer partake in the wonders of male bonding; a furious blush stained his cheeks at the unintentional suggestion. He grunted loudly when Clark shifted, the one closest to him, the weight on his chest making it a bit difficult to breath.

"Um…Clark?" The tallest of the group sighed contently, snuggling into Harry's lightly haired, clean smelling armpit. A loud snore erupted from him and Harry, along with Draco and Lex could not help the bouts of the laughter that followed, awaking the lightly dozing alien from his little nap between Draco and Harry. A shiver somewhere atop them signaled the brunette cousins, the temperature of a night so close to the sea leaving the threat of a possible cold in the air tempting their bodies into movement.

Lex groaned softly as he was pushed off, rather roughly, from his cousin's back, the blonde having no choice but to topple over him as Clark had been the one to initiate the tumble of bodies off the long suffering Potter child. His half smile curved his lips, looking up at the now standing raven-haired boy, the emerald eyes twinkling at him despite the pout of dusted rose lips. "You wanker. You didn't have to join in and put your fat ass on top of those too ogres." Harry pouted, crossing his arms over his bare chest with the wind. Yes, Lex thought to himself, sitting up, I could definitely find liking in Clark's cousin.

"You know you liked it," he smirked, standing gracefully, dodging the punch the boy aimed at his chest with a light chuckle. They walked lazy back to the car with unhurried motions, a comfortable silence engulfing them.

He found odd the immediate bonding between himself and Potter, even stranger the relation between Clark and Draco, as the blonde rarely took to anyone, even if only for show. He shrugged lightly to himself and placed the thought in his file cabinet labeled "Later Analysis"; positive his cousin's later pondering file was full to bursting with the contemplative looks into space the blonde had been opting for the duration of their visit.

Lex allowed his eyes the pleasure of Clark's body, permitting a small glimmer of excitement along with the short lived ideal of acting on his feelings, flat out refusing the thought of taking Harry to his bed. If law bid him from Clark then morality refused Harry in every since of the sexual word, though the boy was quite beautiful, thus he would not be 'caught with his pants down', even in his own mind. His traveling eyes wandered to his cousin, a narrow eyebrow lifting at Draco's hungry ogle directed at the Potter boy's backside. He'd have to remind Draco that he's legal and Potter was still a minor, he chuckled, not bothering to change as he climbed into his car, the smooth leather sliding over the expanse of his back pleasantly. He smirked at his cousin, the blonde throwing him a half glare, half smirk when Clark climbed in beside him, leaving the small space beside Potter the only vacant seat in the low car.

Draco grumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest when Potter offered him a half smile, Clark's apologetic chuckle following Draco's slide next to the Golden Boy. He shifted as far as he could, a tangle of nerves for the first time in his life-save the few times he had been scared.

A few hours later found the Sex God of Hogwarts sweating bullets in the cool September air, the leather of the car sticking uncomfortably to his back and arms. He took a moment to come up with a logical reason as to why his body was shaking and his hands, though sweaty as well, were a clammy cold temperature. He decided, with one glance to the lightly dozing Golden Boy, that he was going through withdrawal.

The notion in itself was preposterous and he certainly didn't need the 'drama' that came with the thought, but it was the most logical reason he could come up presently. Truthfully, he could give a fuck care less if he was wrong or not, he just wanted to fuck someone, anyone. A picture of his uncle popped into his head, all too ready with the offer, causing another little shiver to run down the expanse of his spine. Then again, even his –uncle- looked good when his body ached for the indulgence of a good fuck, which made him a bit nauseous. He cursed silently, feeling the familiar gentle prodding of his cousin's presence within his mind.

With a deliberate bending of the wire like connection, he felt the equally pale Luthor leave his conscious, feeling questioning icy blue eyes staring at him through the rearview mirror. He gave a slight shake of his head when his eyes met his cousin's, the traditional 'later' signal adopted from a life time of secrecy and only detectable by someone in a like situation. Dumb-le-fuck trying to get in a tutu with Professor Snape eased his straining erection, the tent not to happy about going back down. He felt oddly angry and jealous at the idea of Dumbledore molesting his favorite professor, though, if he went past his current situation with the pale potion's master, he supposed the first was a natural reaction. Supposed? He cursed himself silently yet again. Slytherins did not suppose. Gryfindor's supposed. Slytherin's knew. His scowl, loud snoring and some shifting were the only elements to echo the car as they sped down the country rode, toward Kent Farm, easing his suspicions for the time being and adding on yet another file to future contemplations.

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"Clark, wake up," Lex's gentle voice flowed like water over his ears, awaking the sleeping Kent. Said farmer caught himself just in time, arms only slightly lifted from where he had been about to reach out, fingers tingling at the somewhat difficult level of restraint he had to use.

"Potter," Draco's sneering voice awoke the other cousin. Harry shifted, turning from the corner he had been facing, his hair falling delicately in his eyes as he faced Draco. Green eyes peered questioningly from droopy lids, a bedroom effect given with the light sheen of sleep in emerald orbs.

"Huh?" And the Gryfindor just had to ruin the moment. Draco would have almost given him the title of sexy, but, oh no, he just –had- to be so fucking –cute-. The blonde's lips curved into a scowl, not that his scowl had left him in the hour or so it took to reach the Kent farm, but damn it, his eyes should have told the Gryfindor how –annoyed- he was. "Yeah, Draco, we here?"

If the Malfoy heir had been the sentimental type, he would have had to say that his heart skipped a beat or that time froze. But, being the none sentimental fuck that he really was, he glared coldly, leaning closer to The-Boy-Who-Lived until the dark haired boy blinked largely at him. Draco took a deep breath, exhaling it with his next words.

"And what, pray tell, gave you the right to call me by my name?" If Harry had not been awake before then he sure as hell wasn't sleeping now. All the years of loathing sparked almost painfully in his chest and head, throbbing as if his very magic wanted to inflict damage upon the blonde asshole.

"Nothing," he whispered, Draco's proximity the calming effect of his words, though Harry still felt his mind whisper protest at his disregarding, "sorry, Malfoy, I won't do it again." With those words, Harry shakily opened the door, easing out of the car as best he could. He shut it with the force of a well-mannered child, walking back to the house with a small wave to Lex and his head down.

Lex watched him go, eyes following Harry for a mere nanosecond before he resumed his goodbyes to Clark, a light hug and promise to see one another soon following the tall farmer's departure. The sparkling blue eyes trailed after the tall brunette, sharp eyes catching the slightest of swing in the slim hips of his best friend.

Draco cleared his throat loudly, clearly annoyed with his hair lacking counterpart's idleness. Crossing his arms over his chest, the bitchy blonde slid into the passenger seat of his cousin's nice, leathery car. He shuddered with the thought, if he got turned on with the mere caress of leather on his person, he truly needed to fuck someone. His cousin slid beside him a moment afterward. The blonde smiled to himself…

Well, that's it for now. I know it's a little short and it seems like i pushed the writing, but it'll be worth it, trust me...

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