#knightscout

Bruce is a master of a grand estate, he could be a Lord or even a vampire in this setting...Clark is in the same village..a scholar or librarian or hobby-ist. He has quite the infatuation with Bruce...but their places in society makes romance difficult.

**If anyone has a fic like this, I would be interested in reading it. Might write but it's just an idea on the back of the stove**

Tim’s fingers flew across the holographic interface, "I’ve got the plane's descent profile. They’re touching down at a strip in the foothills. Dad, Clark’s heart..and the baby's"

"They have to hold on!" Bruce responded. His anger was growing with every sense of the erratic beats.

On the ground, Jason’s bike roared alongside Dick’s, "We're coming up on it..." Jason grunted over the comms, "Coming in hot, B!"

The cargo plane’s wheels hit the tarmac with a screech. As the engines began to whine down, the rear ramp lowered.

Clark was hauled out by two armored guards, his arms pinned behind his back. He stumbled, his shirt disheveled and he was holding back his nausea.

Lex Luthor stood in the center of the hangar, flanked by a squad of hovering drones. He stood with his hands behind his back.

"My beautiful, stubborn Clark," Lex said, stepping forward as the guards forced Clark to his knees. He took Clark's face into his right hand, forcing Clark to look at him, "Look at you. Just as I remember....you were intoxicating then. Such a sweet scent of a budding Omega."

Clark looked up, his face pale and eyes glassy. "Let me go, Lex. You have no idea who you’re messing with."

"Oh, I know exactly what I am..as you put it...messing with" Lex murmured, kneeling so he was eye-level with Clark. He let his hand rest over the glowing curve of Clark’s stomach.

"This child you carry..." Lex’s voice dropped to a hiss, "...it was meant to be mine; I would have given you a throne, Clark. I would have worshipped the ground you walked on. Me as your Alpha would have opened so many doors for you. Instead, you let that brute fill you with misguided trash."

Lex leaned in closer as his eyes ignited with his purple light. "I'm going to take you as my own. I'll wash his scent off you, and when this child is born, he will call me father."

The walls of the hangar groaned under the weight of the sonic boom of the Wing dropping from the clouds at terminal velocity.

Clark gasped and groaned with Lex's purple Alpha light trying to establish dominance. The baby thrashed in confusion of the two Alpha's in control.

Chapter 5: No Where To Go

The gravel sprayed behind Clark’s tires as he floored the accelerator. In the rearview mirror, he saw Dick backflip away from Mercy. Dick moved like a blur, his foot connecting with Mercy’s arm just as she reached for a weapon.

A few miles down the highway, the dark silhouette of a black SUV surged from a side road, bumping its front bumper into Clark’s passenger door.

The impact jolted him, his hands on the steering wheel. Two more SUVs roared up behind him, while a fourth swerved into the lane ahead, forcing him to slam on the brakes.

Clark was boxed in.

They are all around!

"No," Clark whispered, his hand pressing hard against his abdomen.

A shadow fell over the car.

Clark looked up through the windshield. A massive cargo plane was hovering dangerously low above the highway, its belly opening.

Four heavy steel cables dropped from the aircraft, ending in massive magnetic clamps. They slammed connecting to Clark’s car with a deafening metallic *clang*.

The suspension of his car groaned. The wheels left the pavement. The SUVs below fell away as the car was winched upward, swaying violently in the wind.

He was pulled up into the dark hold of the plane. The hydraulic ramp hissed shut behind him, cutting off the daylight.

Clark sat in the driver's seat, trapped in his own vehicle within the belly of the plane.

Now what am I supposed to do?

The baby tumbled or possibly his stomach did with worry.

“I should never have ran…now I…we are trapped.”

Full picture below...nsfw

In the cave, Bruce in an instant is pinned in his chair, the cowl is ripped off and there is a tongue. Hot, thick, needing deep inside his throat as Clark kisses him. Bruce's eyes shut tight...his gloved hands immediately wrap around as best as he could the expanse of Clark's torso. Bruce's groans are muffled...his erection is rock hard needing release, pushing into the confines of his tights. Clark feels the pressure, without breaking the kiss his hands break the very fibers of Bruce's protective suit. His hand wraps around Bruce's cock and he mentally is bashing Bruce, your body is calling for me...why didn't you say anything you idiot?!

Clark shifts down onto his knees taking that demanding cock into his mouth, he reaches up inserting his fingers into Bruce's mouth, He will not let Bruce speak...Bruce groans against Clark's hand, the scream is trapped and so is he...