The Metropolis club was lively, the music throbbing along with the bodies gyrating on the dance floor. Kal reclined, his arms along the back of the sofa as he perused the sight laid out like a Smorgasbord before him. He could take his pick he knew, what with already breaking numerous hearts by dismissing them already. The blonde woman, with breasts just the right size for his hand, on his right nuzzled into his neck pressing said breasts against him, trying to get his attention as, on his left, the brunette rubbed her hand over the bulge in his pants.
Still he scanned the crowd looking for someone, something to take his interest. He was bored with people throwing themselves at him. They were just too easy, too willing. He thought of Jason waiting for him in that dismal little apartment. He had not been willing, and the thought made his prick jump getting a giggle from the brunette. "As if," he spat, rising up and ignoring the protests as he headed for the dance floor, searching.
Nothing, there was no one that remotely took his fancy as all paled in comparison to what he had waiting. But Jason would have to wait, or rather he would. He grudgingly admitted he had to leave him be for at least a couple of days. If he went back now, he was sure the man would not survive all he wanted to do to him. He would have to spread his ardour 'about a bit'.
Damn. There must be one or two people about he could play with? Maybe he should give it up and go and pay old Lex a visit? He was convinced the man had been trying to get into Clark's pants for as long as they had known each other. Maybe he could go mess with his head? He grinned, turning to leave and do just that, when he saw a figure that made him stop in his tracks. Now that was more like it.
No one could ever say that Kal's ego was lacking and, seeing the tall brunette take a sip from his drink whilst glancing around, he determined he would have him. It was not that he was his 'type', more that they were the same type. If Clark had ever had a brother, this one would have stood out in a line up. Marginally taller and, at first sight slimmer, Kal guessed that like 'Clark', he kept a muscled body under that baggy shirt and loose trousers. His grin grew wickedly.
Kal stood too close behind the stranger, waiting until his presence was noted, then closed the distance. His hands settled on the man's hips and felt him immediately tense up, but he did not pull away. He seemed as if he was prepared for action, for something to happen whilst trying to appear casual.
But he had been doing that even before Kal chose him. He turned his head to look at him over his shoulder, and Kal pulled him closer. He would give him plenty of 'action'.
The man said nothing as Kal's hands ran up his sides under his shirt, whilst kissing the back of his neck. Maybe he was going to be compliant too. He pushed down his disappointment. If he was, Kal would make him pay for it. Pushing the collar out of his way with his chin, he bit down on the nape of his neck, just a little too hard to be seductive. "If you're hungry, go to a diner," he was told.
Kal laughed, now that was more like it. This might be a nice diversion after all. He pushed his stirring prick hard against the crack of the man's butt. "Let's clear this up right now," he breathed into the man's ear, "If you feel the need to scream while I fuck you, I won't mind."
His chosen playmate did not pull away buy did not push backwards either. He just turned around in the circle of Kal's hands gazing at him appraisingly. Of course Kal could have them away from here, and this man naked and bent over in seconds, but he found he liked the way the other was trying to remain calm even as his heart pounded in his chest, his pulse rapid, his breathing controlled, and his cock, starting to pay attention.
Kal pushed against him, rubbing their groins together, his hands once more on the man's hips being careful not to bruise, not yet. He watched as the other took a steady sip of his drink, leaving a droplet on his lip, which he slowly licked away with the tip of his tongue, his eyes never once leaving Kal's.
One hand sliding onto the man's butt, with the other he took the slightly taller man's free hand and placed a kiss on the pulse point on his wrist, just below the black 'bracelet' resting there. He flashed back to last night, then concentrated on the here and now. Keeping hold of the man's wrist, slender in his grip, Kal began to lead him back to the roped off area he had descended from.
The stranger let himself be led up the steps, noting the daggered looks from the two women on the sofa he had noticed his 'partner' with earlier on, had been watching him with in fact. On entering the club, it had not taken him long to spot the man now capturing his wrist. His presence was larger than life, and highly attractive, if the population of the club was any judge, not least his own response to someone who was so not his type, not least that he could be mistaken for his brother. He looked a hell of a lot more like him than his actual brother did.
He knocked his drink back as his 'partner' had come to a halt, staring at him as if he was the tastiest thing on the menu set before a starving man. There was no mistaking the intent on his face. "What? Not even going to buy me a drink first?" and the glass was snatched from his hand and flung away to smash along the corridor they had entered and he was pushed back against the wall. Then the man was on him, pressing against him, hard mouth on his forcing his lips open. Startled at the speed, but not surprised at the action, he found he did not want to fight against it.
The man's response was immediate, and Kal just kissed him harder, being met force for force as he ground his groin against the other, their cocks both pressing against the other's hard. He tasted of vodka and limes, and what must be his own unique flavour. Kal broke back far enough to begin to undo the buttons on the other's shirt, getting inpatient and just pulling it apart, buttons snapping, then ripping the t-shirt, wanting to confirm his theory about the hidden body. He smiled at the sight and the groan he elicited as his hands ran up over the muscles to rub over the nipples, squeezing one between his finger and thumb, the other between his teeth.
'Concentrate, concentrate', Sam told himself as his nipple was 'mauled'. 'You're in a corridor where anyone could see, being worked over by someone who's not even told you his name, and, you're pretty sure is exactly what you've been hunting for'.
As the 'man' continued to taste his chest, his stomach and belly, making him hitch up the wall and his breath in, he ran one hand through the rich dark hair and, with the other, retrieved a small circular silver charm from his pocket. Then the man let go of him, stepping back and he almost begged, 'no'.
Kal had been right, the baggy shirt had hidden a fantastic body, not built as large as his own, but in a very pleasing and proportioned style. He just watched as the other watched him, chest rising and falling, eyes dark with want as he was sure were his own, because, he wanted. He smiled as he slowly undid the buttons of his own shirt, watching the other's eyes follow his fingers, then light with appreciation as he pulled the fabric aside to reveal his own, finely muscled chest.
Leaning back against the wall, breathing deeply, Sam knew that it was time to stop this whilst he still had his wits about him, barely. If the rest of the predator was in proportion, he thought, he would not be able to sit down for a week, if he survived at all. It was time to put an end to the monster's trail of broken bodies. Then it was on him, hands seemingly every where, and as the mouth settled on his neck, sucking up his skin, he pushed the charm in his palm against the other's heart and closed his eyes, turning his head away, bracing himself. This was going to be messy.
Nothing happened. Apart from the mark left on his neck as he was pulled into an embrace and the other sort his lips once more. He pushed at the other's chest and on breaking the kiss said, "What the fuck?"
Kal's eyes seamed to flash, a salacious smile on his lips, as stepping back, putting hands to the fastening, he had Sam's pants opened and around his ankles in seconds answering, "Yes," as he spun him around and pressed to the wall, closing in tightly behind him and breathing into his ear.
Kal pulled the striped shirt and ruined t-shirt from the stunned man and delighted in the equally splendid back, one hand on the nape of his neck, holding him a little firmer as he started to object, and quickly had his own pants undone. He kicked the trapped feet just a little further apart and, closing the gap, his prick nestled itself up between tight buttocks as his hand slid around to grasp the other's, near equally hard, cock. Leaning against the broad back, he licked the side of the man's face, loving the groans he produced.
Who the hell was this? Obviously not what he had been hunting, but Sam decided he did not give a rat's ass as that prick kept pushing against him, fingers curled around his own erection and he gasped a, "Damn. Yes," as he was asked if he liked that. A finger was pushed into his mouth and he immediately bit down, lightly licking with his tongue. He did not think his prick could get any harder but it did as the hand on it stilled and the voice in his ear instructed, "Umm, get it nice and wet, cause it's all the lube you're going to get."
Kal stepped back slightly, giving the slimmer man some room and a pretence of an escape route, but he just twisted at the waist, looking him in the eyes as his hand came up to hold the one in his mouth, and proceeded to give Kal's fingers, what he could only describe as, a 'blow job'. The look in the hazel eyes, so lusciously dirty, could have made him cum on the spot but withdrawing his hand he said, "Enough."
Moving forwards, he ran his other hand under Sam's arm, as he braced himself against the wall, and up to hold his throat, a half threatening gesture, and half wondering just how far this beautiful specimen would allow him to go before beginning to fight. Fingers moving to the presented arsehole, he found he did not care to find out, as gently, but with skill and speed, he forced first one, then two fingers into the tightness feeling the groan through the hand on the man's throat as well as hearing it. He leant forwards, his face close to the other's watching his reaction as he worked the digits deep.
Sam pushed back onto the fingers in his ass, twisting his hips longing for them to go deeper, for himself to be filled up. It had been a long time since he had let anyone do this and never this 'adventurously'. He sort of wanted someone to see them now. He had never been so turned on, the way the man had got complete control of him, as if he could crush his neck at any moment. As the fingers stretched him wide, he groaned with want.
Kal chuckled. He pulled his fingers out and letting go, moved around the body watching as it stood there begging for him. He had a brief impulse to just walk away and leave the slut gagging for it, but the sight of that butt almost wiggling, stuck out for him, and the groan from the dropped head as Sam walked his hands further up the wall, well that made the decision for him. He grabbed hold of those hips with splayed fingers in a pattern that he thought would bruise up nicely, and holding on tighter than needed, he placed his weeping prick to the barely prepared arsehole and pressed in, letting out a sigh of his own as the head of his engorged prick passed through the tight muscle.
A groan of pain and definite pleasure ripped from Sam's very soul as the huge feeling prick impaled him right up to its hilt, then stilled as Kal's body pressed against his back, a hand returning to surround his neglected cock and he was told, almost mockingly, "I do hope you weren't expecting this to be nice and intimate, slow and loving." He almost buckled, his legs weak, as the prick was dragged, oh, so slowly, to almost leaving him, then thrust back hard ripping another groan from him matched by the grunt from behind.
Kal took his hand from the prick he had been squeezing, he was more interested in taking pleasure than giving it anyway, and wanted to get out some of his aggression so he could return, a much more gentle lover, to the beautiful Jason waiting for him. He had better be waiting. Hands back on the slim hips he watched as his prick slid out then rammed back in, each thrust just a little harder, a little harsher than the last.
Sam's hands pushed against the wall, his feet spreading trying unsuccessfully to centre himself for the increasingly violent thrusting that was making him lose conscious thought. He had been right about not being able to sit down, but maybe it would be for a month. The stretch was wonderful, any lingering pain was lost under the fabulous feeling of the continued onslaught.
His cock bouncing against his belly, he leant a bent arm on the wall and put his other hand to his cock beginning to work himself only to have his wrist grabbed and pulled away as the prick was pulled out of him and he was pushed flat against the wall. His right buttock was stretched to the side and once more that prick forced its way inside. Then he could hardly breath as the other's body slammed against him, one hand still holding his wrist out far to the side, the other fingers spread on the back of his head holding the side of his face to the cold hard surface of the wall as Kal's face pressed against his, cheek to cheek, breaths mingling as they both grunted with the efforts of the still hard thrusts.
Sam could feel more than see the happy smirk on his 'lover's' face, as the thrusts eased off slightly but sped up. He wanted to cum so much with the prick deep inside repeatedly hitting that spot, sending what should be forbidden pleasure through his entire being.
Kal could feel the quivering from the body trapped before him. It was so close to cumming, but he was not going to give him a helping hand, not until he screamed for it. He stilled his thrusting and decided to 'wiggle', moving his hips in small circles, enjoying the heat and continued tight resistance enveloping him. There was a soft hitch to the breathing and a convulsive swallowing, and he thought, 'it won't be long now', then continued to enjoy tormenting the little noises out of his 'partner'.
Sam was so close and the bastard had got him under his control well and truly. He tried to get his free hand in front of him but that too was captured and pulled to be placed on the man's hip. "Squeeze if you want to go faster," said in parody with a laugh, as his cheek was pulled from his and, rearing back slightly, forcing his pelvis even tighter against Sam's, the larger man took to licking at his neck, his shoulder, his face.
He had stopped moving inside of him, but Sam could still feel the prick twitching, almost pulsing. It was driving him insane. He squeezed from his awkward angle and begged, actually begged, "Please. Don't stop. Please," and he saw from the corner of his eye the man, head to one side as if considering. How the hell could he just stand there?
"Say pretty please," and he gave a small push.
Sam took a gamble and thought he was not being literal. "Fuck me!" he demanded.
"Umm. I think I like that." And he slowly began to move inside the tight, hot cocoon, his thrusts gaining strength and speed, but still maddeningly slow. "Tell me more."
"Faster. Do it. Fuck me. Harder," and as he was released, hands once more moving to his hips, he pushed himself away from the wall, one hand held for balance and, as the man seemed to be responding to him, reached back over his shoulder and grabbed the other man's hair commanding, "Come on you, Bastard. You can do better than that. Fuck me. Make it so I can feel you for weeks."
A laugh, "Oh, you'll feel me for the rest of your life!" finally grabbing hold of the man's not inconsiderable cock, and wrapping his hand, worked him in time to his thrusting into the arse.
Sam was losing himself to the sensations, for a brief moment thinking the man had threatened to kill him, but as the hand ran the length of his prick, catching and pulling on the head, thumb pressed into that tender spot, he arched back as he was rammed hard enough to lift him to his tip toes, a hand spread flat on his belly the only thing seeming to anchor him to earth, and he came shuddering, spraying up the wall.
The body convulsed through it's orgasm, then collapsed back against him, limp save for the wonderful internal clenching around his still thrusting prick, and Kal, holding him easily, gave a few more no doubt painful thrusts inside the spasming channel and released with a groan. His arms wrapped around Sam's chest, face pressed into his neck as the man in his arms sobbed out incoherently.
Kal pulled the body off himself more than pulling out, and leant forwards bracing himself against the wall, still holding up the softly moaning body back against himself.
Recovering much sooner than the near naked Sam, he turned him around surprisingly gently and took in the half closed eyes, the flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips as Sam leant back against the wall still unable to stand by himself. He smiled and captured the open mouth in a slow confirming kiss, playing with the other's tongue as it came out to meet him lazily.
Hands pressed against that large chest, Sam looked at the hardest fuck he had ever had, and feeling a trickling down the back of his thigh, wondered if he was ripped inside. He could not tell because his whole arse was on fire. His head fell back against the wall, his eyes closing, "Well, fuck," was all he managed to say.
"Yes. I'd say you have been. Well and truly. Thanks."
Sam smiled and opening his eyes realised he was alone. "Wha..? Where..? Fuck!"
Looking around, there was no sign of the man, and he had not even gotten his name. Stepping out of his clothes, he bent to pick up his boxers and thought the man had been right, he would be able to feel that stretch, burn in his arse forever, and when his 'lover' had cum, it had shot up into his core. He smiled sheepishly as he used his underwear to clean himself, relieved that he did not appear to be bleeding, but it was hard to tell in the dim light of the club. Quickly he dressed himself thinking now would not be a good time to be seen.
Pulling on his shirt, he felt a stab of resentment at the lack of buttons, and catching sight of the charm, bent with a groan to pick it up. Well, it hadn't worked, and he was still alive, so whoever that was, it was not the incubus he had thought.
He had to get out of here and keep looking. Maybe his brother had been more successful? Well, with the hunt, because there was no way he could have had a night to beat the one he had just had. Damn, he was going to have to do some fancy footwork or storytelling to cover up this one. Dean would beat his ass if he found out he had been getting fucked rather than dispatching their quarry. Well, probably not beat him, but he would never let him live it down.
Footsteps as someone chose that moment to find him tucking himself away. "Dude, I've been looking for you everywhere. I've found it. Come on. What you been…? …. Sammy? Why've you got your hand down your pants?"
TBC…