Similis

The terror overwhelmed him, reducing him to a shaking wreck.



'Easy, Clark! Just a dream, nothing more…' Haze's arms wrapped around him comfortingly as Clark woke with a start. 'It's over now. You're safe, Babe…'



Gratefully Clark let the heat of the gently yielding flesh drive away the lingering images of the cave wall, of being held prisoner by the cold stone and the merciless mind lurking within it. "It felt so real!" He whispered, tightening his grip on the enveloping arms. "Like I was back there again."



'Don't speak aloud; you'll wake your parents, besides there's no need. I can hear you fine when we're close like this.' Haze reassured him.



'Haze, do you ever have nightmares?' Clark wondered. 'Do you even dream?'



'When I really do switch off and sleep rather than just resting my body, yes, I can dream.' The other youth told him. 'Sometimes they're pleasant, sometimes not. I have no more control over that than you do.'



'Do you ever dream when you're awake?' Clark wondered.



Haze thought that over. 'Don't think so.'



'How about fantasising? Letting your mind wander?'



'Of course, and I purposely speculate - fantasise, just like you do.'



Curiosity got the better of Clark. 'About what?'







'Well, I suppose it wouldn't be giving much away to say that I'd wondered what a threesome with Lana and Chloe would be like.' Haze told him brazenly.



'A threesome!' Clark was silently amazed. 'No wonder you didn't mind them turning up!'



'I did mind.' Haze said softly. His hands slid up around Clark's shoulders. 'Actually, I minded very much. No matter how much I like them, I would much rather have had that whole evening with you. Or perhaps that should be - had you the whole evening?' He added as an afterthought.



'You mean that, don't you?' Clark looked into Haze's eyes. His 'twin' nodded and allowed Clark total entry to his thoughts.



'Wow…' Shifting so that their bodies moulded together, Clark pressed his lips to Haze's; finding the sensation doubled.



'Not too much of that.' Haze diminished the level of contact until they were only mind-talking and nothing more. 'It's not good for you.'



'Like too much alcohol?' Clark told him, finding the old adage popping into his head for no particular reason.



'Probably. Why do the people on this world drink to excess until they make themselves ill? ' Haze considered that. 'I can't imagine why anyone would do that voluntarily, it's such a strange idea, but then humans are strange beings… Why did you think of that right at that moment?'



'Just the way you said that too much sharing isn't good for you.' Clark admitted.



'Ah. Well, it isn't, not at that level. If two people share too deeply they tend to get nauseous pretty soon. Not something I particularly want us to experience.'







'But why would that make you sick?' Clark was still curious.



'Sort of a feedback loop.'



'Oh.' Now that he knew, Clark wasn’t sure that he wanted to.



'Let's change to a nicer subject?' Haze suggested.



Clark was all for that. 'Sure. What do you want to talk about?'



'Hhmmm.' The other youth pretended to think that over. 'Lying in a bed with a gorgeous young alien, what would anyone talk about? What about sex?'



'Haze! ' Clark was immediately flustered.



'Who says I was talking about you? I could have meant me!' Haze said shamelessly. 'Although maybe we could skip the talking and get to the doing?"



Clark managed to stop himself from laughing, but only by holding his breath and putting his hand over his mouth. 'But you look exactly like me now!' He reminded Haze. 'Which means that if you think you're gorgeous, then you must think I am too! So either way you were still talking about me.' He gave a grin of sheer triumph.



'Okay, you caught me, I was talking about you all the time.' Haze smiled, and leaning over, ran his tongue along the back of Clark's knuckles, tickling him.



'Oh.'



'And now that you know that, what are you going to do about it?' Haze asked teasingly.







Clark sighed. 'What CAN we do? My parent's are just along the hall. Dad doesn't need my special hearing to know when something's going on that shouldn't be. He's got some kinda Parent Powers! Mom does too!…'



'So why don't we go somewhere where Parent Power doesn't reach?' Haze suggested.



'Oh yeah, and where's that? A field in Outer Mongolia?' Clark wasn't convinced that it was possible to avoid the parental radar.



'Nah, Asia is experiencing extreme wet weather right now. Not much fun to be had outdoors there.'



'Haze!' Clark stared at him in amazement. 'How do you even know that stuff?'



'Actually, I was watching the TV when the weather guy announced it.' Haze glanced at Clark's face. 'What?' He asked.



Clark reddened 'I thought…'



'That I could use my angel talents and get a long range look at the weather on the other side of this planet? '



'Yes.' Clark blushed even brighter. How dumb was he?



'Actually, I can while I'm this close to you.' Haze admitted. 'Just happens that I wasn't.'



'You can?'



'Yes.'



'So could you maybe use them to find us somewhere that is warm, sunny, bit of forest, not too far from the ocean, and also completely empty of people?' Clark was determined to make Haze do some work, for having teased him.



'Could do.' His companion replied with studied casualness.



'Go on then.' Clark gave a smug smile. 'Dare ya…'







'Okay.' Haze lay back in the bed and stretched. 'Done. Want a rundown of the options, or should I choose one for us?'



'You're winding me up again!' Clark thought it over. 'Aren't you?'



'No. There are about four places that fit your description.' Haze advised. 'I take it that you aren't keen on high radiation levels though?'



Clark gave that a moment's consideration. 'Uhm, not really, I don't know what it might do to me – or you.' He decided.



'Okay, so make that two places.' Haze told him. 'How do you feel about volcanoes? Not actively erupting ones though.'



'I don't mind.'



'Me neither. What time of day do you want? Early or late?'



'Early." Clark decided.



'Okay we have a likely candidate.'



'We do?'



'Sure.' Haze nodded sagely. 'Clark, do you trust me enough to let me slide you?'



'Slide?' Clark wasn't exactly sure what he was being asked here. 'What do you mean?'







'Open one of those gaps in space and time and let us slip through it.' Haze explained.



That worried Clark just a little. 'How much space and how much time? ' He wondered.



'Few thousand miles from here, and only a few seconds?'



'So not time travel then?' Okay, maybe he could cope with that?



'Not really, although technically unless you do also travel through time you can't really go anywhere…' Haze mused. 'Didn't you learn that in Physics?'



'Haze. I have no idea of what you are talking about, but if you say you can do it, then I say TO do it,' As Clark communicated silently to Haze he sighed aloud, but softly. 'Because right now I want to know what you CAN do, and I also want you to do me…'



'Ohh, forceful!' Haze teased. 'You'll be wearing pulling on red spandex and popping off to be the Bat guy or one of those comic book heroes next!'



'Don't be mean.' Clark pouted deliberately. 'Anyway, Captain Marvel wears red, and Batman wears black … everyone knows that. Plus, I'd probably look like a tomato in red spandex.'



'Sorry, Babe.' Ignoring the pout and quite obviously trying not to grin, Haze pulled Clark to his feet and wrapped himself tight around him. 'Just like before, keep still, and don't try and breathe when we're between.'



Clark nodded.



'Transition takes no more than two heartbeats, so no need to stress. The view between isn’t to all tastes, so best not to peek. Okay, ready for sunshine? Eyes closed, nice deep breath! Go!'







As Clark filled his lungs he felt an energy surge and snapped his eyes shut just as cloying blackness whispered around him. Something unnatural slid over his skin. Only the press of heated flesh against his own prevented him from panicking. Then just as suddenly, he was bathed in brilliant sunshine and delicious fragrant warmth.



'Welcome to our own personal little hideaway.' Haze told him.



Carefully, Clark blinked and examined their surroundings. From what he could see, he and Haze were currently standing on a small and rather neatly appointed 'v' shaped beach, composed of curiously dark sand. On either side of them vertical cliffs rose uninterrupted toward a blue sky, fringed away off in the distance by a trim of verdant green jungle.



"Wow." Impressed, Clark took another look around. And another. "You're sure there's really no one around? This place looks too nice to be uninhabited."



'It feels like it was quite heavily inhabited until recently, but it's abandoned now…' Haze told him, casually stripping off his pj's and setting them on a handy rock.



"Why?"



'Cause the whole island is sitting on top of a very active volcano.'



Clark blinked uncertainly. "And this isn't bothering you at all?"



'Why should it? You're invulnerable and I'm pretty tough too. We can both go airborne anytime we want, plus I can transit us back out of here in less than two seconds.'



"Neat." Clark glanced around. "So where's the lava?"



'No lava, only pyroclastic mud flows and poison gases.'



"Yuk!" Invulnerable or not, that didn’t sound very appealing. "So to answer my previous question, these would be located where?" He looked at the angel for an answer.



'About a mile that way,' Haze pointed to the cliff on the left, 'and again about another five in the opposite direction. But the earth isn't going to move today.'



Clark grinned. "Oh, it will. But there won't be any geological problems involved." He promised suggestively, while taking another look at their surroundings. "What made this beach?"



Haze shrugged. 'Water, I think? It reads like an old river bed under this sand, and the cliffs look water-cut, but I guess that the volcano recently altered the river path somewhere upstream and left this area dry.'



"So, no one around?"



'No. '



"No one to see us?"



'Nope.'



"Or hear us?"



'Definitely not.'



"Therefore no one to come along at a critical moment?" Not like last time…



'Not unless they have their own wings.'



They would hear a plane or helicopter coming, long before it saw them. Clark squinted up at the sky. "How about a satellite?"



'Satellite?'



Despite the closeness of their connections Clark had finally succeeded in confusing Haze. "Anyone up there got a lens pointing this way?" He asked the angel.



'Clark, you are getting paranoid.' Haze frowned, 'How could I tell you that? I don't work well with machines…'



"Maybe I am paranoid, but I'm definitely not keen on being watched, and I most especially don't want anyone taking photos of us appearing where we shouldn't be." Clark stated firmly. "Two more people on a populated beach on an island full of people wouldn't rate a second glance. Two people suddenly on an inaccessible beach, on an evacuated island, now that could be something that someone, somewhere, starts wondering about."



'Okay. Point taken.' Haze sighed and concentrated.







Clark looked at him quizzically. "What did you do?"



'Directed a quick energy spike up toward the sky. That should fritz anything electronic that might have been poking its snout in our direction.' Haze grinned. 'You really are spending way too much time with the Luthor's, you know? Lionel is starting to rub off on you.'



"Eww Haze! That's gross!" Lionel in any context was not what Clark wanted to be thinking about right now.



'Maybe you were hoping to be groomed to be an evil genius?' Haze persisted, evidently in full teasing mode. 'That old man usually looks at us like he's interested in doing something with us at any rate…'



"Haze! Killing the mood here?"



'Sorry. I take that back. Although actually, Lex is quite entertaining.'



"Haze, I am seriously thinking of murdering you…" But Lex was really rather interesting … Clark sighed. One thing at a time.



'Babe, if you do kill me then necrophilia will be your only option. Plus, seeing as you don't know where we are, how are you going to get home without me, let alone be there in time for breakfast?'



Clark heaved a sigh. "Okay, point taken. Now, you and me alone together on a tropical beach, can we do something more exciting than discuss my friends, of whom you happen to be one, I might add?"



'Okay, get naked.'



"Mmm, now you're talking…" Stripping off his pj's, Clark left them with Haze's own discards.







'Actually, I wasn't talking I was thinking – if we're going to be accurate, but since you raised the point about aerial surveillance maybe we should relocate ourselves a little further up toward the rocks? Just to be on the safe side?'



Clark glanced around. "I think I see a small cave up there, just beyond the overhang?"



'You really want to chance a cave?' Haze frowned. 'Low headroom, sharp bits, lumps on the floor, dark, chance of cave-in? Anything I'm missing? Oh yes: sitting tenants! This is a tropical location after all, there must be some nasties somewhere? Only one of us is actually invulnerable…'



"Yeah, so maybe the cave is not such a good idea."



'So just around the tree line instead?'



"Excellent!"



Haze shivered his wings out. 'Keep still.'



"Why?" Clark wondered what was going through Haze's head now?



'Because the less we walk about on this stuff the fewer footprints we make. And the less evidence, the easier to conceal it…'



"True." Lifting his arms, Clark caught hold of Haze's hands and let himself float so that Haze could airlift him easily over the dark floor of the cove.



Dropping Clark neatly at the edge of the trees, the angel grabbed up one of the broken sections of palm leaf and flitted back over the heating sand to fetch their clothes and at the same time wipe out any visible traces of their arrival.







'Can't believe I even did that!' Haze confessed as he rejoined Clark and shivered his wings away. 'I don't know, bring you half way around the world for a bit of special time together and you spend the first five minutes standing around on the beach worrying about digital pictures… If you're really set against being a spandexed hero then you should consider journalism…'



"Okay, I'm seriously impressed!" Clark grinned, "Time travel, beach cleaning and career advice, plus," and his smile widened, "You look great naked, and are one truly delicious kisser…"



'Mmmm.' Haze allowed himself to be embraced, 'Maybe we will get to do something more interesting than moaning after all.'



"I can moan, if that's what you're into?" Clark reminded him.



'Can you?' Haze leant in and kissed him so passionately that Clark felt his knees buckling. He let out a throaty groan, and sank to his knees in front of Haze.



'Yes, I do believe you can at that… Perhaps we could explore this a little further.' Haze decided thoughtfully, carding his fingers through Clark's hair as Clark licked and sucked at him, finding himself ideally placed to put in a little enthusiastic oral practice.



'Come up here and kiss me somewhere else.' The other youth encouraged.



That was accomplished easily enough, and Clark soon discovered that Haze was in the mood to be nuzzled gently, a soft touch of his lips over Haze's had the angel trembling in ecstasy. He also rediscovered the joys of having Haze kiss him with light teasing nips, doing whatever the angel did with energy and sending tremors of pleasure along the rest of Clark's skin without laying a hand on him.



"I'm ready.." Clark decided, "Haze, let's do it."



Gently disengaging from Clark, Haze tipped his face and kissed his nose. 'Want to bottom, or to top?' He asked.



Clark blinked, "Not sure."



'Might be better if you were in me?' The angel supposed.



"You think? Haze, are you sure you want me in you?"



'I just want you. I don't mind how.' Haze assured him.







They kissed for a while longer before settling down on the thick bedroll that Haze had pulled out of nowhere. Clark didn't care how it had come to be there, it was comfortable and right now he wasn't interested in explanations so much as actions.



Rolling his hips, Clark lay on his belly with his full length pressed down against Haze, feeling the answering lift of the other's hips beneath him. He knew what to do, at least in theory. A tingle ran through him as the tip of his cock rubbed along the crease of Haze's buttocks. There was one place where the skin felt different. Tentatively Clark pressed against it, feeling it give slightly. He pushed again, slightly harder, a slick of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his cock and easing the way.



Oh yes. Lifting up slightly, Clark shifted his weight, and allowed himself to sink slowly into the waiting heat. Haze leaned up and kissed him, encouraging him.



Penetration proved to be easier than Clark had ever expected, and better…



"So tight…" Clark whispered, burying himself eagerly into the silken passage. "Oh, Haze… I never dreamed it would be this good…"



'I don't think it would be, for a human. Not so easily, or without lots of preparation.' Haze speculated, 'But we're both just a tiny bit different from them, down there.'



"Yaay, aliens…" Clark whispered as Haze's arm slid along his flanks and a hand probed along his buttocks.



'And since you're invulnerable.' Haze whispered gently. 'Touching there should be just as good for you…'



Tensing Clark rolled his hips, easing deeper. The tip of a finger teased his own entrance and breached him. "Oh, god." He jerked at the strange sensation, finding it not unpleasant, but strangely compelling.



Bending one leg, Haze wrapped it around the back of Clark's thighs, pulling him closer, while his finger continued to slide into Clark. 'More?' He asked.



"Yes!" Clark gasped. "Yes, don't stop!"



'I won't stop, Clark. Not until you've come babe. Not until we both have…'



"Oh!" Clark couldn't hold still any longer. He thrust his hips forward against Haze. So good!



'Again.' Haze whispered in Clark's mind. 'Push harder.'



Clark obliged, lifting himself, penetrating further into the waiting heat.



'More.' Haze instructed. 'Deeper.'



The lips pressing against his opened, and Clark groaned into the welcoming mouth.



'Fuck me.' Haze whispered in his head. 'Fuck me Clark, hard … and loud … let me hear how much you want it…'



The combination of touch and command was too much, Clark felt a tightening in his balls, a stretching sensation as the fluid rose, and the squeeze of hard muscle around his aching length as he finally buried himself to the maximum in Haze's body.



"Oh, god! Haze! Yes!" He wailed. "Gonna come…" In response the finger inside his rear pressed more deeply into him. "So close… can't last..."



'Don't try, Babe. Just let it go and come inside me.'



"Oh, fuck!!!" Clark tried to hold back, to extend the moment just that bit further, but it was all too new, and far too good. He could feel Haze's cock already pulsing between them, hot wet bursts squirting up their joined bellies. At that same moment Haze's questing finger found something magical, a point that sent sparks radiating through Clark like fireworks at Haze's touch.



In answer a tidal wave of pleasure wrenched up from deep inside Clark, sending bursts of hot liquid pulsing out of him and into Haze. With each pulse, Clark screamed his passion into Haze's shoulder, feeling the intruding finger rubbing over that special place and urging him on.







Finally depleted, easing out of Haze and lying back on the bedroll, Clark stared upwards, watching the occasional fluffy white cloud wander overhead, but mostly looking idly at the empty blue nothing above them. He was sated, comfortable, and more content than he could ever remember being. "That was fantastic," He sighed. "And this is great."



The dark head beside his turned, so that their eyes met, 'Yes,' Haze agreed. 'Very pleasant.'



"We have to do this again." Clark decided.



Haze locked eyes with him. 'I was rather hoping you might say that…'