Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Smallville….so fuck off…grinning

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. College applications and high school senior year is fucking me up on an entirely new level! So, cope with me, I've managed to add a bit to all of my present stories, now it's just a matter of posting them. Please be patient…

Chapter Rating: R

Warnings: Incest, Male/ Male The usual, male action, there should only be minimal incest in this one and, finally, some Lex/Clark and Draco/Harry in later chapters.

Dawn at Luthor Manor…

Draco Malfoy was not a morning person, especially when the morning he was referring to started with one hell of a headache and his body's complaints. The night before had simply been a repeat of many other nights spent in his cousin's presence, sans the smoking and evident sense of oddity. Lex, he concluded, was feeling much the same way as the bald heir of the Luthor fortune shifted beside him with a curse. Draco turned his head slightly to look into confused blue orbs.

"Headache?" Lex nodded. "Body aching?" Lex nodded, tilting his head slightly, "body aching –abnormally-?" He corrected, receiving a positive nod and a raised eyebrow of inquiry. He shrugged in response, noting how late it was by the green eight of the expensive looking Muggle clock on the nightstand behind Lex.

Draco sighed, resting his head on the silk pillow beneath his head as Lex attempted to toss an arm over his chest, only to pause and groan half way, tossing his arm back down, the bald head turning into his pillow as if to suffocate himself.

"What in all hell is going on, Draco?" he growled, head snapping toward Draco with intensely burning eyes, frustration flushing his pale face in a way Draco's had only once.

Oddly enough, the blonde was reminded immediately of Potter.

"I've no idea." Lex stared at him, attempting to open Draco's mind only to find the wall of privacy erect and hard, like he was, right now, and if the tent in the silken blankets was anything to go by, as was Draco. "But I propose a visit to your friend's home, as I have a few things to ask Potter…" Draco arose, intent on making a few calls before the inevitable meeting with his rival.

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This is why Draco stood on the impossibly sturdy steps leading to the loft housing the Kent boy and Potter. He had been the one to redirect both himself and Lex to the barn, a "haven" for Clark, as Lex has put it. He shrugged, continuing his descent upward, eyeing Lex's tight ass the entire way and feeling nothing but frustration at his lack of arousal. He grumbled to himself as he descended the last step, irritably walking around his curiously frozen cousin. Only to freeze as well, his silver eyes smoldering in desire at the sight of Potter, sprawled semi-casually against the Kent boy.

"Hey, Lex," Clark grinned, standing from the couch only to have Potter flop behind him, his feet kicking up into the air as he tossed the ball repeatedly against the ceiling.

"Hey, Draco," Harry intoned, glancing at the pair. Draco's blood rolled through his limbs, centering in his crouch and causing a momentary wave of euphoria. Beside him, he heard Lex clear his throat repeatedly before Clark enveloped him in a bear hug. Potter got up, tossing the ball behind him before he smirked and winked at Draco, walking up to the pale pair. "To what do we owe the visit?"

This was all wrong; there was something off about Potter, something wrong with him, something…fucking hot! Draco took a step forward, his blood boiling, his teeth bared, only to have everything cooled and set on the back burner with Lex's hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, Draco," Clark asked with a bit of a frown, Potter's eyebrow raised, his head cocked to the side like a puppy…cocked.

"Draco," Lex insisted, the hand on his shoulder giving him a comforting squeeze, "do you want to come back later?" Draco shrugged off the shoulder, taking a few deep breaths.

"There's something wrong with me, Potter, I need your help," he managed to hold back the flinch, "I've already contacted the professor." His back straightened, he could feel his cock filling even more, and he would not…he took a deep breath. "Come with us."

"What's going on, Harry?" Clark's voice was slightly shaky, eyeing Lex and Draco with distrustful eyes. Harry's smirk fell, eyes searching Draco's for a moment before he nodded, pushing pass him and walking down stairs.

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Professor Snape entered the house in a whirlwind of soot, a glare that would have made Neville shit his pants resting on his face, the recipients shifting slightly in their seats.

"Only you would fuck this up, Potter," Snape spat, pacing before the fire he had just come from.

"Professor!" Clark shouted in shock. The professor was nothing like he expected. Tall dark and greasy didn't do the man justice and ….semi-active which explained Harry's attraction to the much older man.

"And look, a Muggle to go along with it all," several obscenities followed Snape's commentary.

"Professor, what exactly is going on…?" Harry asked, tired of shifting in his bloody seat while Snape paced back and forth.

"Death Eaters were sighted near the Kent boy's home," Snape sneered. Harry dropped back down; face pale, eyes slightly wider than normal as he stared at the floor. But, this was supposed to be different, this was his home, he hadn't even spent enough time with Aunt Martha! Fuck! "Not to mention that Draco's problem seems to have erupted," Snape muttered under his breath, "oddly, just when Potter's inheritance…"

"What inheritance?" Harry's head snapped up, suspiciously eyeing the now frozen professor.

"Death Eaters?" Clark asked.

"Voldemort's followers." Harry said offhandedly. "-What- inheritance?" he emphasized. Snape paused in his pacing, before he turned to the fire place.

"You will stay here for the time being, all of you, that includes you, Kent. I will contact you in two days. Until then, do -not- leave the premises," Snape tossed the floo powder into the still green flame, stepping inside.

"Wait," Harry and Draco shouted in unison.

"You can't leave me here like this," Draco scowled, leaping from his seat.

"What bloody inheritance!" And like that, Snape was gone.

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Harry's head hurt a throbbing pain just behind his eyes and on the peek of his temple. "Run that by me one more time, Malfoy, and this time; don't stare at me for long periods of time between each word." Draco sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose as he flopped onto the chair he was beginning to claim; Lex haven excused him self to the bar to collect a few rounds of scotch for all of them.

"Malfoys bad people. Malfoys cursed. Malfoys sexy and seductive. Malfoys choose most powerful person to be mate. If there is no powerful person available that meet standards of beauty and wealth, said Malfoy dies. Get it, Wonder Boy?"

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"Or me?" Clark put in.

"I am a Malfoy as well as a Luthor," Lex's voice filtered from behind the bar to the far side of the room.

"So you're going through whatever Draco is going through, too?" Clark asked, shifting in his seat. "Does that mean you have to mate as well?"

"Yes, and our mates were chosen, but they were not proper and…as a result…" his eyes flickered to Draco's for a moment, receiving a hesitant nod before he continued, "we sought comfort in one another." Harry and Clark gasped, both turning interesting shades of red, sharing a look. "That is, until last night, we await the professor and the headmaster to tell us why…"

"Why didn't you tell me…?" Clark hissed, standing slowly, eyes full of hurt and a hint of jealousy.

"Clark…I didn't think it was on a need to know basis…"

"What? That you're a wizard? That you're sleeping with your cousin because you have no other candidate worthy of your blood?" he shouted.

"Clark, calm down," Harry hushed, standing up as well, putting himself between the two. "This isn't about that…"

"You have room to talk, Clark," Lex hissed, blue eyes narrowed and icy, "as if you're an angel. That farm boy act wore off a long time ago. All those lives you saved, all that righteous shit only for you to lie in my face. And you fuck your cousin, just as much as I do mine." Harry shivered, as well as Clark, Draco standing.

"Enough." He sneered, gliding toward his cousin. "We have two days together, enough of this. The two of you can take the guest wing. Lex and I will get the maid to show you to your rooms. Lex," Draco grabbed him and a bottle of Scotch. "We will discuss this tomorrow."

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The sun just set, and Clark wondered where the day had gone as he watched the last specks of light flicker and die. He sighed as tan arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Why don't you come in and rest a bit?" Harry asked against the alien's ear, resting his head on Clark's back. Clark sighed. He couldn't penetrate whatever field was surrounding Luthor manor and its lands. With all his powers he couldn't overcome the invisible shields. "Stop thinking so hard."

"What's going on, Harry?" Clark sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time, turning in Harry's arms to face the shorter boy. Harry shrugged.

"I've none of the slightest idea, but we might as well make the best of having this mansion to ourselves…" Harry grinned slyly up at Clark, pressing his pajama clad body against the other.

"But Lex…and Draco…" Harry shrugged again, kissing Clark, the curtains from the balcony blowing around them, the moon's light allowing just enough lighting for a romantic setting. The dry, innocent kiss caused a little shiver of pleasure for each. Harry was the first to pull away.

"Don't worry about them. We could both use a bit of a distraction, don't you think…?" Harry giggled when Clark picked him up, full out laughing when he was tossed onto his bed.

That's it for now, review and all that, if you would...

Also...can I have a count as to those who would like some more Clark/Harry action...? I want to know if I should put it up or should I just jump right into the Lex/Clark and Harry/Draco...?

SUGGESTIONS ARE OPEN!