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A huge man with clean-cut bangs and a polite and pleasant smile sat across from Will, looking at his coffee through neat little glasses that fit him well. Will had always thought that Superman looked like a complete idiot in his heroic costume, but in his casual shirt and reporter's jeans, Clark Kent was the most adequate and pleasant man.
Even now Clark tried to be delicate and tactful, he put in a good word for Will with the police, took him to a simple but cozy restaurant with red, upholstered seats near the window, and they sat across from each other in comfort. Clark ordered their coffee and offered Will a snack, but he politely declined.
In Will's mind, this man could move meteors with his hands and command an entire planet through sheer force alone, but instead he chose the life of an ordinary man. With an ordinary girl. Although they didn't see each other often, Clark always gave the impression of being such a nice person that it was hard to talk to him without smiling. And even now, as Clark sipped his coffee and coughed into his fist to alleviate Will's awkwardness, he started a friendly conversation:
«Does she know?
«Alas, there will be worry.
«That's commendable. You know... it's none of my business, but I too was shocked the first time around at the possibilities that opened up to me.
And Clark began a cautionary tale of how important it is to realize the great responsibility that comes with having MORE power.
Will had something to say to him, too, like that Clark was such a tough guy, but he still wore blue and red tights instead of a suit more befitting the strongest dude in the neighborhood. However, when Will saw the suit in real life, not in pictures or cartoons, he rated it a seven out of ten. It was either Clark's charisma in real life or Clark's impression of a confident man, but he looked quite adequate in his blue tights. And whoever made the suit mysteriously smoothed out all the flaws.
Besides, telling Clark that his costume wasn't good wasn't something I could do. It wasn't enough that the fans would turn on him, and who was he to argue with them? Will and Clark were family now... and telling his girlfriend's cousin that his costume was a piece of shit wasn't very nice.
The thing was, Clark Kent was like a brother to Willard, that's what he'd called him... once upon a time. Will was uncomfortable. It wasn't uncommon for them to have these heart-to-heart conversations, where Clark tried to prove himself a good friend, capable of always being supportive, especially in an awkward moment.
At first Clark hid his identity as Superman from Will, wanting to shield him from the perils of superhero life, but one drunken night Kara ratted her cousin out by telling Will everything, including the fact that humble Clark was the manliest man on the planet.
«Yeah, I get it. I didn't expect my superpowers to kick in. It's so sudden.
«They all do. I didn't expect them to come out of the blue, either," Clark rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "you know, Gotham is famous for poison. Maybe you drank some poisoned soda.
«It's not funny.
«Okay, okay, I didn't mean to offend you. How about we take this up with Batman? He can help us find out what happened to you.
Clark and Batman in the DC universe were best friends, companions, and so on. At least that's what Willard himself considered them to be. Of course, there were many universes where they were enemies, but the main canon told about their strong male friendship.
Clark could trust Batman with any problem he wanted, and vice versa, but Willard was afraid to go into Batman's lair, because telling Batman about himself meant putting himself on the meter.
Batman always kept an eye on those he was interested in. In a way, he was always paranoid. For example, in one of the cartoons, Bats had a plan to defeat any superhero from the Justice League, and after all, they were his friends. Close friends or not, Bats always had a plan to kick your ass.
This approach smelled of a certain degree of paranoia from Will himself, or else he wouldn't have been afraid to face Bats.
«Let me think about it, Clark. I don't want to tie my life to heroes just yet," Will said.
«Don't get me wrong. I don't want to pressure you, Will. If you don't want to, we'll keep this moment private. Unless Kara, you should tell her.
«I'll tell her, but...I guess not yet. Things have been bad with her lately. I don't want to make things worse.
«Yeah... I heard," Clark looked away as if he didn't know anything. But he knew for sure.
«Clark... you're absolutely no good at lying.
«Really? I'm sorry, Kara told me that you two haven't been getting along lately. Lois and I have had our problems sometimes, too, but, you know... it's just being young. I'm sure you'll be fine.
«Don't tell me Lois knows about this too!
Clark smiled awkwardly.
"Oh, man, what if they have their own woman's night out? And then what, she's not going to tell me I'm not giving it to her? Fuck, it'd be weird if word got out that I was impotent," Will thought.
«You wouldn't understand, Clark. You and Lois have a completely different relationship. In your relationship, you're super, and I'm not super. Kara's the super, okay? And we're so different, I don't understand her.
«Well... you know, I honestly never thought about it," Clark scratched the back of his head. - But actually, you're super now, too, Will.
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The new day started with a cozy bed and a good thought, "Great," the tension of the previous day and the ridiculous situation with the bandit left only a slight aftertaste, seeming more like a joke than a real trouble. Will turned on his side, finding that he was completely alone in bed. He was drowning in the big airy blanket, and if it hadn't been for Kara's absence, he probably would have stayed there for at least another half hour. Only the insistent warm rays of the sun nudged him to get up, and that was soft and friendly.
This morning he was living not as Willard Light, but somehow as Super Will. A perfect cheerfulness or incredible lightness accompanied his movements. Will got out of bed easily, strode across the soft white carpet, and, what's to say, even the cock in his pants seemed to have increased in size.
Will didn't notice anything around him, except strange sensations, and went into the kitchen, where among the snow-white tiles and walls he saw a half-naked Kara, who in one white apron on her bare breasts (and she was tall and big), was cooking, according to the smell, scrambled eggs. And judging by the same smell, so-so.
Perhaps the incredibly comfortable environment in the kitchen or the very quiet and friendly morning was the reason Will basically didn't care how Kara translated good groceries today...
Kara smiled as Will arrived and showed him a skillet of bacon and slightly burned scrambled eggs, a classic American breakfast. Somewhere behind Kara's waspish figure lurked a flavorful piece of toast.
"Apparently she went for the extreme method, and I must say, it looks excellent."
«I guess someone's happy to see me, huh?
«Yeah... in a way," he smiled, averting his gaze. And then he got more serious, feeling the need to set the record straight. Of course he'd gotten up early for that," He said, "We need to talk. Let's sit down.
«Okay," she said softly.
She could see him looking at her between her legs, her thighs, her beautiful feet, and could imagine her high breasts in his hands. And it certainly amused her.
For a split second, Will thought he could end this relationship right now, or go all the way and take her on the fruit slicing table. But not because of her erect nipples, which he could see even through his apron, but because of her tender words he heard every morning.
This adventure was a new one. Both he and Kara realized it would end today. He could solve everything now, or he could continue this vicious cycle. No, no more a guy who didn't know what he should do. He had clear goals now, and one of them was fairly easy. Here, in a sense, he was a nobody, which meant he had nothing to lose.
And yet Will felt both incredibly confident and defenseless in front of Kara, all because of their complicated relationship.
And it would seem, can't Will see that she's ready, that she wants him, and that the desire is by no means one-sided? Why is it lingering? The thing is, his feelings weren't as easy as he would have liked.
The skin on Will's face and throat was hot as he wandered helplessly over Kara's slender body with his eyes, imagining touching her fingers, her smooth belly, and... her moist lips. The resulting vertigo of immobility seemed to be the only thing keeping him from doing so. And Kara seemed to like how nervous he was in her semi-naked presence.
«I want to tell you something," Will said, swallowing his saliva. - I'm not really who you think I am," he said.
«What?
«I'm not the man you know. I am not Willard Light, but the man who occupies his body. My name is Cyril.
Though it wasn't easy to say, Kara didn't take his admission the way he'd expected. She arched an eyebrow, seemingly genuinely trying to understand what he was even talking about.
«I know it sounds like bullshit. And I don't fully understand it myself, so... let me prove it. I'll prove it, I'll prove it," his lips tightened.
"And how...?"
All the "wisdom" immediately went out of his head, leaving only the monkey with the plates. It wasn't so easy to prove that he was a traitor.
«What is it again? Another one of your attempts to stand me up? - Kara said angrily," You were tired before, and now you decide to do this? "I'm from another world?"
She seemed to be struggling to hold back, but the table was snapping at the seams under her elbow. It looked like it was about to fall apart, and they'd just started talking. Will immediately realized he had to spin around or he was going to have to live through a second Vesuvius. He took Kara's hands and tried to reassure her, but the contact with her was already lost.
«Look, baby, I know it sounds weird, but it's the absolute truth. You can see for yourself that I've changed. Just ask me anything, I don't remember anything.
Kara, gathering all her composure, looked away and sighed. It might have been a pure and honest attempt to confess his sins to Will, but to Kara, who'd been dinned by him for three months, it was outright bullying.
And she didn't want to listen to him at all, only to punch him, but she was afraid he'd die.
Gathering the remnants of her composure, Kara raised her pretty eyes to him.
«So how do you envision this conversation? You didn't even remember our anniversary before, and now what? Anyway, you're annoying me, Will.
"Fucking memorial!"
Will was annoyed, too, and his nerves were taut as strings. He was angry at their shared situation and frightened by Kara's possible reaction to his words.
"That's enough, it's time to come up trumps. I'm tired of dealing with this. Her Will didn't have superpowers, but I do. I'll tell her, and then we'll end this scandal," he was determined, but then.....
Kara got up from the table and kicked it so hard that it collapsed, leaving behind not cookie crumbs, but crumbs from a solid oak tree. And Will blinked.
«Are you fucking with me?! What are you gonna do next time?!
«I have...
«If you say something along the lines of "I've got superpowers," I'll punch you, Will.
Will sat back down.
"On the other hand, well...hysterical and hysterical."
«Don't you love me at all? - she sobbed, wiping away her tears.
And that's where Will got really confused.
«No, I swear.
«Then what's this all about?!
«I'm a different person. Completely.
Kara wiped away her tears and glanced at him as if she'd heard something stupid. She walked over to him, and they stood in awkward silence as she touched his face.
«What are you making up? How can you prove it? Maybe you're imagining things. What if you hit your head? What if you're sick and you're dreaming? Think about it, silly, who would believe such a thing? And even if you really lost your memory, do you think I'd leave you now?
Actually, Will really couldn't prove or disprove any of the above. Kara, meanwhile, was looking at him, tenderly and excitedly.
«Will, answer me honestly, do you like me?
To say that her words and actions didn't warm his heart was impossible.
«I like you.
«Do you love me?
A question he'd been trying to answer for more than three months. Perhaps now, listening to his heartbeat, he could only joke that he was afraid of her, but he wasn't.
«Yes, I do.
«Then shut up.
«I warned you, didn't I?
«Za-t-t-k-n-i-n-g!
Kara nestled her lips against his, covering them with her own, hot. Their hands intertwined, and Kara slid her fingers gently over his stomach, leaving a tickling sensation.
He could feel her tensing each time, trying to reach his lips. It was hot between them, and he pulled her up by her firm buttocks, pulling her against his straining cock.
And they plopped down on a nearby table, where he rolled over on top of her with a deft athletic movement. Though his weight was mostly transferred to the elbow and forearms on either side of her head, she was crushed and seemingly helpless, and gasped a little under his weight.
She seemed fragile, lovely and incredibly beautiful as she playfully wriggled beneath him.
He ran his hand gently down her trembling thighs, smearing the cheese and butter on which she had fallen, and then he tore off her apron, touched her swollen nipple with his tongue, circled her soft breasts.
Kara moaned in his arms, and after playing with her body, he finally reached for her pussy through her long, trembling legs, enjoying her confused breathing. Will spread her shapely legs and ran his fingers over her labia, oozing her juices, wanting to taste her. Kara wriggled embarrassedly and spread her dainty toes as he fumbled with her crotch.
In his arms she was supple and truly tender as he kissed her, as he touched her trembling skin with his tongue, as he made her breath shudder with his touch.
He entered her with shivers all over his body, soft and supple and the next moment very tense. Enjoyed the smell of her hair as he kissed her flesh, as she squeezed him harder and harder as he entered her. In a moment of extreme heat between them, as their sticky bodies molded to each other, Kara wrapped her legs around Will, pulled him against her and... nervously nibbled on his ear, eliciting an unexpected brown emotion.
When it was over, Will caught Kara's laughing look on his lips. She was lying on his chest, running her tongue over her lips with a smile.
«I love you," she whispered.
«You too.
«Then...
Kara blew on his ear and playfully ran her finger over his nipple, hinting at a continuation.
***
«So, I'd like to turn down Mr. Wayne's scholarship," Will said, folding his hands in a lock.
The African-American principal, Susan Carol, was utterly surprised by Will's statement, as her wide-open eyes and coffee falling out of her hands clearly showed.
Yes, Carol was old and suffered from bad nerves, but she was usually always composed and renowned for her neatness.
The thing was that Willard Light was a boy of eighteen who had gotten his scholarship not for his pretty eyes (though he was good-looking and, if it hadn't been for a girl, he would have had a harem of girls). Willard's value to the university was enormous, and all because of Wayne's scholarship and his own brains.
(But more so because of Wayne's scholarship).
«Do you realize what you're saying? - Mrs. Susan fixed her glasses that had almost fallen off.
«Yeah, I'm not worthy of this scholarship. Look, I'm a fraud. I don't have the knowledge that Mr. Wayne gave me.
True, but hopeless. If Ms. Susan, who is used to getting her way, and has even torn down a couple of useless (in her opinion) gambling circles, was used to letting go of her "golden chickens" as easily as Willard Light, then she wouldn't be where she is. Namely the principal of Gotham City's most sponsored university, named, by the way, in Bruce Wayne's honor - Wayne Futch University.
It was unacceptable for Mrs. Susan to let Willard Light go, because his scholarship from Bruce Wayne brought her not only a substantial sum, but also made bitches from neighboring universities drool with envy. And Bruce's authority attracted new sponsors and the best students from all over America, which was just unimaginably convenient.
Hearing Willard Light's request once more, Susan Carol blinked nervously and found the strength not to punch him in the face...with her foot.
«I think you need a rest, Mr. Light. I heard that you left the varsity recently and went home. You didn't seem to be feeling well. Have you been ill?
«No, I'm quite healthy, Mrs. Carol. The thing is, I'm telling the truth, I'm not as smart as you think I am. I'm afraid I'll only embarrass you and Mr. Wayne, and I don't want that," said Willard.
Mrs. Carol arched an eyebrow and looked at Will as if he were the ultimate fool. In her mind, no one would turn down that much money, even if they were crazy, but her attention was drawn to Will's lower back, which he was holding up with his hand.
«Are you really okay?
«In full.
«Don't lie, Mr. Light! You walked into my office hobbling like you'd been run over by a roller.
And then, completely pleased with herself, the principal ruthlessly threw Will out of the office.
And how do you say kicked out?
«Can I help you, Mr. Light?
«No. Don't! I said it's all right! - He said irritably, waddling glumly to the exit.
And then it fucking hit me in the back!
"You bitch...!"
«Mr. Light?
«I said it's okay!
Gathering all his will in his fist, Will straightened up proudly and walked out of the office like an aristocrat, closed the door carefully, and... fucked up on the bench like he'd been fucked off his leg.
"I knew it, bitch! KNEW! THIS WAS THE BIGGEST TRAP OF MY LIFE!"
And her this, "Oh, sorry, Will, I was a little out of line!"
"NOTHING!?"
"But it was so good... We'll do it again tomorrow night, okay?"
"ONE MORE TIME?!!!!"
ALL EVENING, BY THE WAY.
Will leaned back on the bench and didn't move.
Morally dead, rotting, dead.
Frowning, he stood up, folded his hands around his face, thinking seriously. Not even Batman thought so seriously (sorry, not as well). Will picked up his cell phone. Opened the correspondence, realizing a complex intellectual plan:
"Clark, can I stay with you and Lois tonight?"
"Yes."
"YES!"
I closed the phone, completely satisfied with the result, and looked at the principal' office as if it were a room of mental anguish.
Everything he said was true, but he was stupidly ignored. He didn't hide his stupidity compared to the real Willard, but they didn't believe him. He confessed everything like a real man, for self-respect was more valuable to a man than any honor, but...!
Fate had turned its ass on him again. Mrs. Carol ignored him and, after all the words, sent him out of the office, telling him to rest and not to talk nonsense.
Will was annoyed, to say the least. Also... it was funny, but his whole body ached after last night with Kara. He still had two large hickeys on his neck, which he could barely cover with the collar of his black shirt. Also, as he waddled around the university, people stared at him strangely, as if he were a cripple.
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