Superman knocked on the french doors on Clive's balcony. The curtains were twitched aside and Clive peered out, then opened the door. "I don't know why I bothered to look," Clive drawled. "I don't know of anyone else who'd likely to appear on my balcony. Come in, but be quiet. Scribe is still asleep. She told me why she was upset yesterday, and the little sweetie had a heartfelt cry. It wore her out, then I wore her out some more." Superman lifted an eyebrow. "It's called hurt/comfort."

Superman stepped inside. "I know it's a little early, but I was excited and I wanted..." His voice trailed off when he got a look at Clive.

Clive was wearing a small smile, and that was it. "Yes? You got excited and you wanted...?"

"I... do you always answer the door naked?"

"Darling, how often do you think I have someone rap on my balcony door? Now, what was it you wanted to tell us?"

"I've located Mixedpickles' dimension. We can go get the location of her home dimension from him."

"Oh."

"You don't sound very enthused."

"Well, precious, it's beginning to look like she's going to be leaving soon, and I've gotten very attached to the lamb. Besides, there's a good chance that she might be carrying a little Clive."

"Or it could be a little Scribe." Superman looked over at the bed. Scribe was propped up on a pillow, sheets up to her chin, rubbing her eyes.

Clive came over and kissed her. "We'll have to settle on a neutral name if it becomes necessary."

"Right. We'd both be hard to live up to. Hi, Supes."

"Good morning, Scribe." He went over to stand by the bed. "Are you feeling well?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, but..." She whispered.

"What?" Scribe whispered again. "Beg your pardon?"

"And this is the man with super hearing." She crooked a finger at him. "Bend down." He bent over. She whispered, "What I was saying was..." She grabbed. "Surprise!"

"What?"

Clive jumped on him from behind. "Ambush!"

"Oof!" He fell on top of Scribe. "Scribe! Are you all right?"

She giggled madly. "What do you think?" *grab*

"Oh, my!"

Clive, draped over his back, nibbled the nape of his neck. "She has fast hands, doesn't she? And a perfectly wonderful inventive mind." He grabbed at Superman's trunks.

"I... hey! Clive, it's morning!"

*grope* "You're on a schedule, pet? We need to make an appointment?"

Scribe, under Superman, wiggled. "Couldn't you just fit us in?"

Clive snorted. "You get a spanking for that pun later, pet."

"This is silly." Superman tried to get up. Scribe wrapped her legs around his waist. "Oh... uh... Scribe, you sleep nude?"

Scribe peered over his shoulder at Clive. "I told you he'd notice."

"So observant. It's one of the things I love about him. Pet, move the legs a bit. I can't get the trunks down with that grip you have."

"Okey-dokey."

Superman protested. "Wait a minute! Both of you? That's... that's..."

Clive licked his neck. "Exotic?"

Scribe wiggled again. "Kinky?"

"Intriguing." Superman kissed Scribe.

Clive peeled the trunks down. "See, lovey? I told you he was ready for this. We're making memories for Scribe, Superman. I want to be sure she has incentive to come back often."

"Oh. Well, then, I'll have to do my part, won't I?"

Clive stroked Superman's just bared bottom. "Actually, pet, I was planning on doing your part."

"Before or after Scribe and I... Uh..."

Clive arched an eyebrow. "During."

"Wha...?"

"Close your mouth. It's far too great a temptation, and I already have plans."

"Oh, but really, I don't think... Scribe, what are you doing?"

"What does it feel like I'm doing?"

"Trying to drive me crazy."

"Is it working?

"Yes. But Scribe, are you sure this won't be too uncomfortable for you?"

She giggled. "Somehow I have the feeling that you'll be all right about holding your weight off me. Are we ready to...?" *grope* "Ooo, yes, we are." *crinkle*

"Scribe, what are you...?"

"Hey, there's a chance I might not be pregnant, so I'm not taking any chances." *smooth*

"You hold on a minute, darling," Clive cautioned. "You may be ready, but Kal here isn't. You get the full treatment this time, dear. I've got the best grade of lube. Feel." *part* *stroke*

"Ooh, yeahh. I see what you mean," Superman groaned.

"I warmed it. Aren't I thoughtful? Deep breath." *push* *gasp* "Sweetums, you were supposed to breathe first. How are you?"

"I'm okay. You know, contrary to popular belief, I can experience pain," Superman said quietly.

"Oh, pet, I'm sorry! Scribe, precious, do something to help him forget the ache."

"How stretchy is this material, anyway?" Scribe plunged a hand down the uniform's neckline. "Oo, better than jersy or spandex." She paused. "This will snap back to the original shape, won't it?" He nodded. "Good." She reached deeper, feeling along the plane of his chest. "Ah, there we are." *tweak* *gasp* She looked at Clive, smiling. "Supernipple." *rubrubrub* "Is that helping, Kal?"

"Ooooh, yesss."

"Well, if I can just find a little something I should be able to make you forget all about the ache. Kal, darling, should I tell Scribe to move, or to hang on?"

"It should be okay if she just hangs on."

"We're trusting you. Scribe, precious?"

"Yes?" she asked.

"Hang on." Clive probed deeply, curving his fingers. Superman suddenly cried out, his eyes going wide and his body arching. "I told you I'd introduce you to your prostate. Say hello, darling." He rubbed.

"Heh-lo!" Superman breathed.

"Scribe, I think your smart-assitude may very well be catching. How wonderful. Would you like a little more of that, dear?"

"Please?"

"Of course." Clive rubbed strongly.

Scribe whooped as Superman humped against her. "Hurry up, Clive, or this will end up as a solo instead of a team effort."

"Patience, love." Clive snagged a condom packet off the night table and tore it open, rolling on his erection. "Kal-el, are you ready for this?" Vigorous nods. "You're going to be my second beautiful virgin in under a month. I must've been very, very good in a former life."

"Doesn't he talk sweet?" Scribe sighed. "Clive, shouldn't he get, um, situated first?"

"I'm not sure it will make that big a difference, lamb."

"Lemme put it this way--I'm interested in feeling what it's like when he feels what he's gonna feel."

"Ah, I see your point." Clive rubbed Kal-el's back. "Go on." When he hesitated, gazing questioningly at Scribe, Clive pinched his butt. "Go on, dear. It's rude to keep a lady waiting. Well, unless it's part of a play scene, and you're intent on driving her bananas before you satisfy her."

Superman bit his lip. Scribe's smile softened, and she reached up to caress his cheek. "I really want it, Kal. You're not just a hot guy, you've been a good friend to me. You've helped hold me together, tolerated my nuttiness, and you're busting your back trying to find me a way home..." her voice lowered to a whisper, "when I know you'd rather I stayed." She craned up and kissed him gently. "Make love to me."

Kal-el slowly lowered himself a little, then moved against her. Scribe breathed deeply, and Kal-el moaned as he slid inside.

Clive watched with affectionate approval. There were few things as nice as seeing two splendid people you cared for making each other so happy. Scribe looked at him over Kal-el's shoulder, and her voice was surprised. "It's different."

"Of course, pet. Always different, always the same. Kal-el? I know you want to move, but hold still for just a moment. Scribe and I are going to make it very difficult for your subsequent lovers to live up to this memory."

Scribe felt Kal-el tense as Clive moved up behind him. She stroked his sides soothingly. "Don't worry. Clive is a fantastic lover."

"I don't doubt you, Scribe, but you've never had him do this." She raised an eyebrow. "Have you?"

She smiled. "I lost my virginity several weeks ago. Clive isn't a man to follow a routine."

"Don't say lost, precious. We're not going to find it under a sofa cushion. Say gave up or exorcised, or something like that. Once again, lamb--deep breath."

Clive moved. He slid into the tight, hot clasp of Kal-el's body slowly, ready to stop at the first sign of distress. There was none. The big, muscular body under him shuddered, but then relaxed slightly, opening to accept him.

Once he was deeply seated he paused to give everyone time to adjust. In truth, he needed the moment as much as either of his lovers. He was a kink veteran, but this situation was fairly unusual, even by his standards, and he didn't want it to end too quickly. He ran his hand over the broad plain of Superman's back, feeling the solid shift of muscle under the thin, silky material of his uniform. "How are we doing?"

Kal-el's voice was thick. "I don't know about you, but I'm doing just fine."

Clive laughed softly. "You ought to be able to feel how I'm doing." He pulled back a little, then bumped forward.

Kal-el made a throaty sound. "Yes, I can tell." He pushed back.

"Well!" There was a little surprise in Clive's voice. "Aren't you just the precocious little thing?"

Scribe reached up, grabbed Kal-el's hips, and pulled him back, sheathing him again. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I was just..."

Clive ground forward, pushing Kal-el forward, drawing a happy sound from both he and Scribe. "Don't let her tease you, dear. Whichever way you move now, you're going to make someone happy." He started to hump in a strong, steady rhythm.

Superman wondered if he could die from sheer pleasure. Each thrust Clive made filled him with heat and rubbed over that miraculous spot that sent sparks sizzling along every nerve. Each thrust drove him deep into the sweet, liquid heat of the woman who wiggled under him, peppering his jaw and throat with soft, appreciative kisses.

He didn't know how long it lasted--five minutes, two hours--probably somewhere inbetween. Somewhere along the line Scribe arched and bucked under him, her body clenching him in a grip that was exquisite--just the right side of painful. Clive kissed his ear, whispering, "Well done, precious!"

A few moments later he grabbed at the mattress hard. This time he didn't tear anything up when he orgasmed, though later Clive assured him that it would have been permissable, even if those WERE his good silk sheets on the bed.

He felt himself squeeze involuntarily around the cock embedded in his ass. Clive groaned, and for just a second he was afraid that he'd done exactly what Clive had expressed worry over and.......... damaged something. But Clive was jerking against him and muttering, "Oh, yes, oh God, yes!" and he knew it was all right. The pleasure was so intense that he drove into Scribe several more times as the tide of sensation rolled back out.

Finally everyone was still except for some very heavy breathing.

Scribe was the first to speak. "Love y'all, but get the hell off me so I can breath." Clive and Superman both scrambled off. She drew a deep breath, smiled, and held out her arms toward the two men. "Okay, assume the positions."

"That means cuddle time, darling," Clive explained. "You get the left side--I always take the right."

Perfectly willing, Kal-el lay down beside Scribe while Clive did the same on the other side. She looped an arm around each of their necks, drawing them in close. Clive peered at Kal-el over her bare bosom. "You'd never guess she's such a snuggle bunny."

Kal-el curled against her. "I think it's nice."

"Hey, sure it is. I'm a nice lady." She gave the ceiling what could only be interpreted as a smug grin. "Here I lie, between two of the most gorgeous male creatures to ever walk the face of any Earth, any dimension. Envy me, world. Ow!"

"Vain submissives get admonished," Clive said blandly.

Scribe rubbed the smarting place on her hip. "Brute." He made a kissing motion at her. "All right, all right. So I'm not entirely nice."

Kal-el nuzzled his face against her neck. "But you most certainly are good."

He honestly didn't understand why Scribe and Clive burst out laughing.