My name is Donnie Colello and I'm about to lose it.
I mean it, I am about to flip this table and go all Jack Nicolson on these farmers if I don't get some answers. No one can tell me why Conner wasn't waiting for me when I walked in and it's starting to really freak me out. He should be here, he is always here. If he left without asking me I was going to kill him.
What if he is in trouble? Shit.
I didn't use to be like this, at all. Normally I wouldn't give two shits about where a guy was, but Conner was different, we were different…
God dammit.
My life wasn't like this before I moved to Smallville, well I should say shipped to Smallville by my bitch mom. I mean you break one guy's jaw and the next thing you know all hell breaks loose. Now I'm living with an "uncle" I don't even know, going to school with a bunch of hicks and I think I might be fucking turning gay for Conner Kent.
I hate this fucking place.
Something is wrong, I can feel it. He should be here, the fact he isn't and didn't check in with me means he's in trouble. Or worse, defying me. Either way, I can't just sit here and do nothing…
"Mr. Coello, are we boring you?"
I look up and lock eyes with the teacher, who pauses, seeing how pissed I am.
A million things run through my mind, punch this asshole, scream, cry…instead I grab my backpack and walk out of the class. Something is wrong…I know it.
I didn't use to be like this, I promise.
When I lived in Metropolis, I was a normal guy, I had a girl, a gang, a normal life. I was on the basketball team, I had my own car, just like everyone else my age. The only difference was my anger, I am always angry. My mom says it came from my dad, who I never knew, he was the same way. Ruled by this rage that was always just under the surface, he ended up in jail for a list of crimes that sounded like a preview of what I was headed towards. Assault and battery, aggravated assault, attempted murder…a list of fights that got progressively worse as time went on.
And I could feel myself going down that same road.
So, one day I was in Metropolis, living my life and the next I woke up in Smallville under the care of my "uncle".
Complete bullshit.
I burst into the office, fighting the urge to scream where he is? Instead, I ask the secretary if she knew where Conner Kent was, cause he wasn't in class. I could tell she was going to tell me to fuck off politely, but I think she saw the low-key panic under my skin and told me he had gone home sick.
I hated the way my heart skipped a beat when she told me that.
Biting down the million questions I had I turned and raced towards my truck, knowing I was not going to be ok until I knew where Conner was.
I turned off the fucking radio and put in my Slippery When Wet cassette tape, that was another thing about Smallville, they played the worst fucking music I had ever heard. I didn't know one song I heard on the radio, and it drove me nuts. Same with the way they dressed, I was a simple guy, acid washed jeans, tank tops, you know normal shit. But they all had these queer ass preppie shit that just made them all look like fags.
It was like Smallville was in a whole other time period than the one I knew in the Big M.
I tried calling Kent's cell phone, but it went to voicemail, that was another thing I never saw before, those smart phones. My Nokia was just fine for texting and calling, they could keep their shit. It was weird though cause you'd think we'd have had these in Metropolis, but it wasn't until my "uncle" gave me one that I had ever seen one. It was pretty sweet but if he wasn't picking up it just drove home something was wrong.
Fuck I wish I knew why Kent drove me so crazy. It had been this way since the first moment I laid eyes on him. I saw him in the hallway and it was like an electric shock moved through me and the world just stopped moving. Everything went to black and white and he was the only thing in color…and I just knew…
He was mine.
I wish I could explain that in a less queer way, but it is what it is. I took one look and knew that kid was mine. At first, I was just pissed about it, I had no idea why I was obsessed with him, but I was. And like everything else in my life I met it with anger. I thought I just needed to get him under my thumb, and it would be done with…but it wasn't. The more I interacted with him the more obsessed I became.
And now here I was racing across Smallville to find him.
I screamed onto the Kent farm, not caring how much noise I was making. I jumped out of my truck and screamed, "Conner!"
Mrs. Kent came out in a rush, "Donnie Colello, why are you making such a fuss?"
"Where's Conner?"
She paused, "He's not at school?"
I looked at the barn and then back to her, "That where he sleeps?"
She nodded and I headed in and made my way up to the loft. I took the stair two at a time, panic still in my throat…
He was asleep in his bed, blanket kicked off as he laid there mouth open as he slept…
"When did he get home?" Mrs. Kent asked from behind me.
I knelt down next to his bed and grabbed his hand, I needed to know he was real, that he was actually there and ok
"Ok, well I'm going to leave you two alone," she put her hand on my shoulder, "I happen to know he likes you a lot as well."
I felt my face grow red as she left, leaving me alone with my boy.
I had long stopped caring why he made me feel like this, whatever it was between us it was too far gone to stop. All I could do now was embrace the fact that my world had been turned upside down by Conner Kent and learn to love it.
And there was that word I had been dancing around for weeks now…love.
"Donnie?" Conner asked waking up.
And just like that my day got better, "Hey! You ok?"
He nodded groggily and sat up, "Where am I?"
"In your bed," I answered, how out of it was he?
"How did I get here?" he wiped his eyes, "Did you bring me home?"
"The office said you came home, you don't remember?"
It was obvious he didn't, he just sat there, struggling to remember, "I remember talking this morning…you picked me up…"
"We got to school…" I prompted him.
He nodded and I could see his confusion, "I don't remember…"
"You got a text from Mrs. Kent…your medicine?"
"I did?" he asked, digging in his pocket for his phone. He pulled it up and scrolled through his texts, "There's nothing here."
"The office said you weren't feeling well and were going home."
He cocked his head, "I did?"
"You really don't remember anything?"
"I remember…I remember…" he stammered…
I stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought.
"The nerd!" he finally exclaimed.
"Who?"
"The nerd, the yearbook nerd, with the camera?"
"What about him?"
He got quiet, and I got mad.
"What about the fucking nerd?" I growled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close.
"D-donnie…" he pleaded, "You have to promise to stay calm."
"Answer me!" I snapped and I could see his body stiffen from the order, because that's what it was, an order.
It was the other thing we had been dancing around this whole time, we never said it out loud, but he had to do what I said. We both knew it on some level and neither one of us knew why. But the fact remained, if I told him to do something he would do it. Instantly.
"He…he saw us…together," he explained haltingly.
I felt my blood start to boil.
"He threatened to expose us, so…so I went along with what he said…"
"Did he touch you?" I asked, my voice trembling with rage.
He just looked down.
"Where is he?" I asked, standing up.
"Donnie…"
"Where?"
He shook his head confused; it was obvious he was struggling to remember. I sat down on the bed next to him and said softly, "Where did he take you Conner?"
"Satellite," he said after a second and opened his eyes, "Satellite house."
I smiled at him and saw him glow from the praise, "Come on," I said standing up and holding my hand out.
He took it and we almost ran to my truck. Everyone knew about that freaky ass house; it figures this geek would live there. We didn't talk as I raced over there; I was as pissed as I ever had been in my life. Conner was mine, we both knew that and the fact this fucking geek touched my property…
I was going to kill him.
But it was more than that, it was more than someone touching what I owned, it was that Conner had been in trouble and I hadn't been there to protect him. That drive was fierce, the thought of Conner getting hurt…it actually hurt me. I thought I was just going crazy until he put his hand on my thigh and said softly, "I'm ok, really Donnie, I'm ok."
I put my hand over his, but I was still furious.
When we pulled up it was obvious something was wrong. The doors were open, and the lights were on, but even from the driveway you could tell the house was empty. I left the engine running as we got out and approached the house.
"I'm pretty sure I was here," Conner said confused, "I think…"
He had been here; I don't know how I knew but I did. As I walked into the house it was like I could see Conner being lead in and through the hall. I ended up in an empty room and I knew my boy had been fucked in this room.
I wasn't even aware I was growling until Conner said something.
"Donnie…it's over, he's not here."
I looked at him and fought the very, real urge to throw him down and fuck him right here and now. Part of me wanted to reclaim my property, to remind this bitch who he belonged to, but looking into his eyes I could see he did know.
But it was hard to resist.
"Why is the house empty?" I asked, looking around. It wasn't just empty it was clean, no dirt, dust, nothing, it was completely scrubbed. But I swear I could still smell the sex and it was pissing me off something fierce.
"We should go," he said, grabbing my wrist lightly, "This isn't right…"
He was right and logically I agreed with him…but there was something right under my skin that would not let go.
"Donnie…" he tried again, and I turned and snarled at him.
He took a step back, not in actual fear but in deference to my mood. The smell, couldn't smell the fucking sex? How was it not driving hum nuts? Finally I lost it.
"Fuck it," I said undoing my pants and pulling my cock out. It made no sense, I was confused even as I was doing it…but I began to piss on the floor, covering the area where Conner had been fucked with a puddle of my urine. But it wasn't enough, it was still all over him.
I turned to look at him, "Strip."
He opened his mouth to protest and then stopped, the tone in my voice made it pretty clear this wasn't a request or a suggestion. He began to strip his clothes off, miserable the whole time. Once he was naked, I pushed him down onto the floor and began to piss on him.
He made a strangled sound, but he didn't move as I covered him, drowning the scent and remarking him as mine. The smell began to settle, and I felt my insanity start to recede as I realized what I had done.
He laid there, looking up at me panicked, not sure if he should say anything.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Did I just piss on him? I held my hand out and helped him up, "Let's go."
He nodded silently, grabbing his clothes but not putting them on.
We got into the truck, and I just began to drive. I wasn't going anywhere in specific, just away from all of this. Conner didn't ask where we were going and he wouldn't, he would follow me wherever I went, and we both knew it. It was that damn thing between us, it made no sense but it was there and ignoring it was a waste of time.
I wanted to apologize but I didn't. Even though I was disgusted by what I had done it felt right, it was needed…but shit why did I do that? It was like when I shoved my shirt in his face, marking him with my scent was just…the thing to do. But he was still naked in my truck, shivering, covered in piss…
I pulled off the road and began taking one of the side trails.
"I'm sorry," I said in the silence.
He nodded but said nothing else.
I was sorry, sorry he was miserable, not that I had done it but sorry, nonetheless. I came up on Crater Lake and pulled over. "Come on," I told him, getting out.
As he got out I began to undress, it was cold but not too cold. Once I was naked, I took his hand and led us into the water. We both gasped, cold or not it was still a fucking lake. We walked in further until we were waist deep.
"I'm sorry," I said, cupping my hands and gathering some water, "I don't know why I did that," I poured the water over his head and watched it cascade down his body. Jesus Christ he was jacked, it was insane I owned someone who looked like this. He was huge and cut, like it was insane how perfect his body was.
When I first saw him, I was stunned, I didn't think guys like this were real, and for maybe a microsecond I was intimidated. Then came the knowledge I owned him. It didn't make any sense at first, a guy like this was no one's bitch. I admit showing off a little during basketball that first day, trying to impress him a little…but once I saw how into me he was, how much he wanted to be under me…
I was just proud of my boy.
Even now, as my hands run over his smooth pecs, I am just awed by his body but it is quickly replaced with he knowledge that it is mine, all mine. He juts his chest out, begging me to tweak his nipples and giving me a startled gasp when I do. My fingertips trail down his lats and abs and I feel him shiver under my touch, I could make him do anything I wanted, anything at all and he would comply instantly. I say jump he would ask how high on his way up, no questions asked.
He gingerly touched my chest, and I could see the same awe in his eyes. He was as turned on by me as I was for him, but neither of us was gay, or at least we weren't before me met. Whatever we were now, we were in it together, as he moved his hands over my body.
"Did he hurt you?" I asked, feeling the rage bubble up again that someone had touched him.
He shook his head, "It's over," he said stepping closer, "It's all over."
He kissed me and I felt myself give into it. He didn't say a thing, but he was apologizing, he was saying he was sorry for failing me, which he hadn't, but felt the need anyways. I pulled him deeper into the kiss, his moan was thanks enough for everything I had done to him. Our cocks rubbed together under the water and I could tell how badly he wanted me to mount him, to claim him as mine, to reassert who he belonged to.
I moved him back towards the shore and laid him back, his legs parted as he looked at me hungrily, eager…begging.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked, my cock head at his quivering hole.
"You Donnie…please…"
I watched his eyes closed as I pushed into him, his own massive cock throbbing against his abs as I began to fuck him. His gasps and whimpers as I slammed into him were like music to me, I could hear him call my name in ecstasy as his hands tore at my back, holding on for dear life. His head was thrown back, he was asking to be marked, begging to be reclaimed.
I hadn't considered how it had affected him, how dirty he must have felt having someone else use him like that. As I grabbed his hands and held them over his head and began to piston into him I realized he needed this more than I did. He was desperate to know I still wanted him, still needed him…still…
I don't know if I am ready to use that word yet.
But as I moved my hips up, slamming into his pussy, making him squeal, I told him in more than words how much I still wanted him, how desirable he was and how I would never let this happen to him again. He was mine, all mine, and I was never going to let him down again.
His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him as he thrust his hips into my cock. It would be ridiculous to look at this and think we were anything but queer, but it was true, I wasn't gay, neither was he.
This was just what we needed.
He pushed up with his hands and rolled us over, until I was on my back, and he was riding me, that perfect body over me as he began to fuck himself on me. He was beautiful, the moonlight shining down on his muscles, the look of enraptured joy as he pulled himself off my cock and then slammed back down on.
"Donnie…oh fuck…" he cried, his ass practically swallowing my cock as he sped up.
I grabbed his waist and began to push up, "You my whore Conner? You my slutty whore?"
He loved this; I don't know why but he was turned on by the names, so I leaned into it when he was really drunk on my cock. It was like he needed to be reminded he was under me, he was lesser…that he served me and every time he heard it, he was turned on even more. I liked watching him melt as I fucked him. Seeing his resolve, the fact he was aware he was being fucked and loving it and finally surrendering to it completely, that was what made me crazy with lust.
I watched his abs gyrate as he rode me, his hands were on my pecs as he pushed down onto me, watching him biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming was everything. The fact this was mine, all mine and no one else's brought me such satisfaction it transcended sexuality. Anyone would want this stud worshipping them, straight, gay, blind people would want this boy and here he was, begging me to fuck him harder.
"You my good puppy Conner?" I asked, my ass coming off the river bed to slam into him.
His eyes grew wide as he inhaled, "Ohh…" he mewed as I completely smashed his bitch button.
"Huh Conner? You a good puppy? Tell me…I wanna hear it…"
I was relentlessly slamming up into his pussy and I watched him throw his head up and howl like the fucking trained dog he was. Watching him demean himself on my cock sent me over the edge and I began to shoot my load up into him, cleansing him, making him mine once more.
The moment he felt my cock shoot he began to shoot, his cock untouched as he sprayed his cum over my chest like tears of joy. I could feel his jock cunt squeeze my cock like a vice, milking every drop of cum out of me as he cried out, cum still flying from his dick.
"Donnie…fuck Donnie…oh shit…" he cried out, his two minds slamming together like mine. The one half, in complete ecstasy of being used and owned and the other a straight male who was shocked he was loving gay sex so much. I felt this every time I came in him, the overwhelming pleasure mixed with he horrified shock on how good it felt.
I hadn't looked at a girl since I met Conner, it was like no one could compare with him on some level. It scared me but at the same time I knew it didn't matter, because I owned the only thing I really wanted from now on. He collapsed on top of me, the feeling of his weight pressing down on me, the muscle, the mass, the reminder than this beast of a guy was all mine…I put my arms around him and held him under the moon as my cock slid out of his ass…
His face was on my chest as he laid there, practically purring.
I touched his face and he looked down at me. I held his face in my hands and locked eyes with him. "I'm sorry," I said honestly, "I will never let anyone hurt you again."
"I was protecting you," he admitted, and we both paused, seconds away from saying something we couldn't take back. It was like a terrible feedback loop; I could feel his emotions which was making me more emotional which he could feel and made him worse…
Finally, I reached up and kissed him to shut my mouth up before I promised him the moon and stars and everything in between.
What the fuck had Conner Kent done to me?
After while we came back to earth, and we got out of the water. I had some old towels int eh back and we dried off in silence. We started at each other's naked bodies, both of us lost in lust, seconds away from fucking again.
"So where do you think he went?" I asked him, to break the tension.
"I don't know," he answered, drying his hair, "I barely remember being there, I still don't know how I got home."
"Maybe he dropped you off and split, if he knew you were mine, he had to know I would kill him the first chance I got."
He nodded but looked unconvinced, "That house was scrubbed clean, that's a lot of work."
I had to agree, but I didn't have any answers.
I drove him back home, he held my hand and leaned against me as we drove. When we got to his driveway he sat up, on the off chance his folks were watching.
"So, I'm picking you up tomorrow," I told him.
He nodded, accepting the order before he even knew what I was saying, "Why?"
"I'm picking you up in the morning, you can wait for practice, and I'll drop you off after. You don't leave my sight again, got it?"
He shivered slightly as he nodded, almost invisible to anyone else but me. He loved that I was being this possessive, I kicked myself mentally for not doing this earlier.
"Ask the coach about being equipment manager or some shit tomorrow, so it won't look weird you just waiting around for me."
Another nod, he understood the game.
We just stared at each other for a long, quiet moment. I wanted to kiss him but if I did, I knew I would lay him down in the cab and fuck him here and now. He smiled and got out, no doubt feeling the same thing. I made sure he got to the door, he turned back and waved, and I felt my heart swell.
I backed out of there and took off as fast as I could.
Was I fag? I mean I literally just dropped my boyfriend off and am upset I didn't kiss him goodnight, but the thought of another guy just…
Ugh.
I didn't know what hold that kid had over me, but I did know the longer we were together the less I cared. I owned him sure, but I was just as caught in him as he was in me. Everything we had done so far had been because we wanted it, if he at any point told me to stop I would have…but we both knew we wanted this, needed it on some level…
Fuck.
Conner
I watched him drive off and let out a sigh, man I had it bad.
Ma and Pa were awake, that wasn't a surprise. I cut school and then took off for the day without one word. They were worried, I couldn't blame them, so was I.
"Hey," I said with a small smile, "Crazy day."
"What happened?" Pa asked, knowing something happened.
"Not quite sure," I admitted, "I had a run in with a kid at school and then woke up here. Donnie and I went to talk to him but the house is empty now…like no one ever lived there."
They both looked worried.
"Did the boy know about you?"
It was a good question, but I didn't even remember being in the house, though I knew I had been. My memory was just gone. I shook my head, "No sir, I don't think so."
"Should we call Clark?" Ma asked.
"No I can handle it," I said quickly, "I promise."
They looked unconvinced but they accepted it, ma served me some dinner and when I was done I went out to the barn, calling Tim as I walked.
"Isn't a school night?" he answered.
"You ain't the boss of me," I said with a smile.
"Aren't I though? What's up?"
I laid back on my bed, "I got a thing…"
"All boys have one of those Conner, it's natural."
I felt my face flush, "Shut up! I mean I have a problem, I think."
His tone changed instantly. "What happened?"
I had to be careful because I needed to explain the nerd without revealing Donnie and me to him. I said that there was a nerd at school who had hinted he knew something about me and that I was missing time and now the nerd was gone.
"He knew you were Superboy?" he asked.
"He knew I was hiding something," I sidestepped.
"And the house is empty?"
"Scrubbed clean, like nothing left."
I could hear his fingers moving over a keyboard, "Name?"
I paused, "I didn't get it, he worked on the yearbook…small guy, skinny…glasses…"
"Milton Adams," he said, "Yeah pulled him up from your school registry. Hmm, that's weird, you said he lived in Smallville?"
"Um yeah, at Satellite House."
"I show he's a student at Smallville High but I don't show an address…oh…that's bad."
"What?"
"I don't show him at the school anymore."
"How's that?"
More typing, "Someone is erasing him as we speak. Damn they're good…hold on." More typing and cussing, "Wow…that was a thing."
"Tim, what's happening?"
"Your guy no longer officially exists," he said, "If you had called me ten minutes later, I wouldn't have even seen him. The house is an empty property, the kid has no identity, no social, everything, just gone within seconds. That's some serious Kungfu."
"Who could do that?"
"Well, a ton of people could but that fast? Me, Oracle, Calculator…"
"That's a bad list."
"Yeah, it is…" more typing, "Lemme look into this, I'm glad you called though, we need you this weekend."
I paused.
"Conner? You there?"
"Um yeah, I heard you."
"So, I'll see you Friday?"
I had to ask Donnie, I couldn't just say yes without permission…fuck.
"Conner?"
"Yeah, lemme see what I can do."
Now he paused, "Is there something wrong?"
This was the problem with having a super genius best friend.
"Yeah, just let me make sure everything is fine here."
Another pause, "Fine, let me know if you aren't coming."
He hung up, which meant he was pissed.
Great, just great.
Donnie
I got home and headed to the kitchen; I was fucking starving.
My sandwich was halfway done when my uncle walked in, "Where the hell you been?"
I ignored him and kept making my food, "Out."
He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, "Out with who?"
When I first got here this kind of shit put me off, I would take a step back when he got in my face like this. But lately all I felt like was taking a swing at the old man and putting him on his ass, showing him who the fuck was really in charge. But there was just enough hesitation in me to stop myself.
"None of your business," I said, yanking my arm back.
His eyes got wide for a second and then he pulled out an old piece of cloth and covered my face with it, "Answer me boy! Who the fuck were you out with!"
His stink was fucking everywhere, I felt the familiar desire to answer him and comply but like I said, lately there was another drive, to fucking bite his hand off. I pushed him off me, which seamed to shock the hell out of him.
"I was out with Conner ok! I can be out with whoever the fuck I want!"
My fists were clenched and I was unsure if this was the day I beat the fuck out of this old man or not.
"Calm yourself boy, CALM!" he snapped and I felt myself flinch in response, "That Kent boy is hiding something, the whole family is. He ain't no good, next time you see him ask him what he's hiding, make him tell you the truth."
"He isn't hiding shit!" I said, not knowing if that was true or not.
"Ask him! That's an order!"
Another flinch and I knew, no matter how much I hated it, I was going to ask Conner tomorrow. I nodded and he seemed to relax, "Don't forget who is in charge," he said, grabbing my sandwich off the counter and taking a bite, "Don't ever forget it."
He walked out with my food, and it took me a second to recognize the sound that was filling the kitchen.
It was my own growl as I trembled in fury.
Downstairs…
The old man walked downstairs and locked the door behind him. He held no fantasies he could keep controlling the boy as he had. Things were changing, he was changing…it was spiraling out of control.
A few buttons pushes and a screen, "The scent is wearing off."
A female voice answered, "No, he is becoming a full alpha, he will stop deferring and begin to challenge you if you continue to use it."
"Then how am I going to control him?"
Small pause, "That isn't our concern, did he gain any information?"
"No, but I ordered him to ask."
"See what he comes back with, we're almost done here anyways."
"I need protection!" the scientist pleaded, but the line was already dead.
The old man decided to sleep down here with the door closed for the night.
Donnie
I woke up pissed.
The first thought I had was I needed to ask Conner if he was hiding something. I didn't want to, not in the least, but I knew how my uncle was. If I fucked up he'd send me back to Metropolis and that would be back in juvie or worse. I had tried calling my mom a month after I'd been here, but the line was disconnected, and I couldn't find a listing for her anywhere. In fact, none of the numbers I had for friends worked, it was like they all just vanished on me.
I had tried to find the girl I had been crushing on with Facebook but only found some chick who was like 40 and looked like her mom…but not her. So, I gave up.
I got dressed and drove over the Kent farm, this was going to suck but I wanted to get it over with now, so I could enjoy the rest of my day. When I pulled up he came out of the kitchen with a big smile and I felt my whole day get better.
"Ma made breakfast!" he exclaimed, "Come in!"
I walked in and there was enough food for an army on the table, "Morning Donnie," Mrs. Kent said.
"Morning ma'am," I said sitting down, "This sure smells good."
"Help yourself," she said, "Conner told me you were picking him up so I thought it nice to thank you with some cooking."
I grabbed a plate, "Well I'm getting the better part of this deal!" I said throwing food on it.
Conner loaded up his and then waited for me to start, I nodded as I took my bite, and we tore into it at once. That was another thing that was just understood, he couldn't eat until I told him he could. It made no damn sense but we both knew it was true, no matter how starving he was, he'd just sit there until I said he could eat. It was like I got first choice of everything, and he was going to take what was left.
Fucking weird.
We ate in silence, I didn't want to ask him anything in front of his parents and I think he could tell I was upset about something. He looked like he wanted to jump across the table and start licking my face or something…it was adorable.
Once I had cleaned my plate I looked over at him, "Ready?"
He nodded, "We're leaving ma!"
I heard her from the other room, "Have a great time at school boys, nice seeing you again Donnie!"
"Thanks for breakfast Mrs. K!" I said as we dashed out.
We got into the truck and took off; I began heading towards school but knew we were not getting there. Once we were far enough away, I pulled over and turned the truck off. I looked over at him and he was staring at me, waiting.
"I need to ask you something," we both said at the same time and then laughed.
"You go first," he said.
I took a deep breath, "Are you hiding something from me?"
His face grew pale, and he froze, and in that moment, I knew, I knew as sure as I knew anything in life, he had been keeping something from me. He had a secret, a huge secret he had been terrified about me finding out and he was staring down the barrel of a gun because he knew I could make him tell me what it was.
I can't say I wasn't curious; he had been keeping something from me this whole time? Really? Human nature made me want to ask what, but then I thought about it. I could see the panic and fear in his eyes as we stared at each other in silence, him waiting for me to give the order.
But I couldn't.
I didn't care what he was hiding, and I sure didn't want him to tell me because I ordered him. Whatever it was, it didn't change the fact I owned him, he was mine and he would do what I say no matter what. In the end, that was all that mattered…fuck my uncle.
"Forget it," I said shaking my head, "Pretend I didn't ask that…what did you want to ask?"
He still looked like he was going to throw up.
"I mean it," I said taking his hand, "Ask."
He took a deep breath, "A friend of mine…he…um…he needed a favor this weekend and asked if I could help him out."
"A friend?" I asked, trying not to feel jealous.
"Just a friend! I promise, but he asked if I could go hang out with him…and…I mean if it's ok with you…"
He looked so miserable, like he was going to cry if I got upset. This was another new thing, his desire to please and make me happy was off the charts. He was super sensitive to my moods and if I was upset or mad, he would do anything to try to change that. He expected me to scream or yell or to throw a fit…
But why?
"Sure," I said smiling, "Of course you can, but I better get a call each night."
He nodded and practically threw himself at me, "Thank you Donnie…"
I hugged him back, already missing him, what the fuck?
"Anything for my pup…" I said, hugging him tight.
But I knew, my uncle was going to throw a fucking fit.
I got home after school and was not surprised to find my uncle waiting for me. I barely got in the house when he asked, "Did you ask him? Did you ask what the Kent boy was hiding?"
I threw my backpack down, "No I didn't you and you know what? I'm not going to! Whatever he is hiding it's his own damn business, not mine and certainly not yours! So back the fuck off!"
He took a half step back and he could tell I was serious.
"I gave you an order," he insisted.
"And I'm done taking orders from you! Leave me alone!"
"Ask him again this weekend," he roared, "Find out what he knows!"
"He isn't going to be here this weekend, so you're shit out of luck!"
"Where is he going?"
I didn't say a word.
We just stared at each other for a long moment and then he snarled at me and turned away, "Fucking loser, should have never taken you in." He welked down into his basement lab and slammed the door behind him. My heart was racing…I did it…I stood up to him!
Everything was going to be different now.
Downstairs…
The old man opens the channel again, "It's a wash, the boy didn't find out a thing, are we moving to the disposal phase?"
Luthor's voice came back, "No, we have bigger problems. The clone talked and now we have a bird problem, if the subject ends up vanishing it's going to draw more attention than not. I'm setting up a distraction for Robin this weekend and arranging a third party to deal with our disposal problem."
"What do I do?"
"Pack your research up and be ready to leave on a moment's notice. Next Tuesday the subject will be taken care of, and you are being moved to Phase Two, in the meantime leave him alone and don't provoke him. If the scent isn't subduing him anymore it will just cause him to become aggressive towards you. Lay low and wait for the signal."
"Yes sir, I'll be ready."
Luthor closed the channel making the old man wonder, how exactly did he plan on getting rid of Donnie?