Zod!(porn)preg
Title: You Have Your Father’s Eyes
Summary: Zod has babies. What’s an evil warlord to do?
Pairing: Zod/Jor-El, Zod/ many others. He’s a sex god. Expect everything warm to be fucked, so…
Rating: NC-17 because I’m a perv
Warning: Severe plot bastardization (and Clark bastardization), but IC (I hope), and MPREG. Twice!
Spoilers: Smallville through season five, Superman II, basic Batman and Superman comic canon.
Krypton
Twenty Years Ago
The Science Spire
It didn’t take long for Jor-El to realise why his people had decided to opt out of the pregnancy ordeal, and not just because his Dru was so incredibly snappish with him lately. That was probably the result of the overarching problem. Zod had begun to have random, but painful abdominal cramps, which worried Lara. Which caused her to begin to relate to Zod as a patient in her detacted and clinical way that allowed her not to think about losing one of her partners. Which irritated Zod because he hated being treated as a patient. Along with a few sardonic comments that a species as advanced as their own could reach alternate planes of existence but somehow had failed to update their own cursed plumbing, Lara had urged Zod to slow down a bit with his work. The prospect was unlikely, and Zod assured them that he would know if something were really wrong, but they did see him working out of their new living space more often.
Zod had arranged quarters for them in one of the taller Habitation Towers, to Jor-El’s surprise. He’d gotten the impression that Zod did not like heights at all, and they had the top floor to themselves. Lara loved it and would go out on the rooftop at night to let the wind take her hair and look over their city with pride.
They hadn’t made the pregnancy public; although it was known to a few that they had decided to have a child. Zod was slender, and showing a bit, but the two events hadn’t been connected in anyone’s mind. Lara had once said Zod could appear to a session of the Science Council naked and painted purple, and no one would utter a single word. It might have been true.
They certainly didn’t talk about anything else Zod did.
“Morning.” Zod sat at his desk, reclining in his chair as he twirled a pointer for his computerized personal access display. He looked up from the CompuPAD where he had been working and raised his eyebrows with interest but not surprise at Jor-El when he walked into his office. Not all members of the Science Council required an office, but Zod worked with so many people from the lesser councils and the military that he needed a set space to meet with them all. This space was fairly large and sparsely decorated with a huge window looking over the city that Jor-El was certain he never looked out of. Zod disengaged the screen to give Jor-El his full attention.
“I- You knew that I was coming.”
“Very little escapes my notice in this building. You should know that, Jor.” There was always a fine line between his Dru’s blank expression and the smile that lit up his eyes when Jor-El came in the room, but where others failed to see the subtle emotion, Jor-El felt special. As though he shared Zod’s secrets where others were too lacking to even look.
“I wanted to talk about Non, and the policies I brought to your attention a week ago?”
Zod got up slowly to meet him. The cramps were gone, for the moment, but he was clearly quite sore.
“He was recently bumped to general for no reason that I can see,” Jor-El continued quickly. He was having a hard time discerning Zod’s mood on the issue, and that could be a bad thing. “And he’s been issuing orders to the Law Council, with the support of the Science Council that are quite frankly, so severe and unnecessary-“
“Who says they are unnecessary?” Zod snaked an arm around Jor-El’s waist. The taller man smiled.
“We don’t have to regulate everything the people do. I’m sure they can take care of themselves. Make their own decisions.”
“Perhaps,” Zod allowed reluctantly. “But I think what Non is getting at here is an attempted quarantine, not a full lockdown.” Zod dragged the tip of his tongue along the exposed bit of Jor-El’s neck.
“Is the plague getting that bad?” Jor-El tried hard not to be distracted. It wasn’t easy. Sometimes just watching Zod work through some problem related to programming and circuitry got him hard, let alone being deliberately felt up.
“Ask Lara. I think that you were right about the problem with the core, but we cannot leave the planet right now.”
“I think that we might…ahh… have to.” Zod’s hand was down Jor-El’s pants, and the door was wide open. “The door.”
“As though anyone would say anything to Zod.”
Jor-El laughed out loud and pulled away. “I’m closing the door. But we have to keep talking about this.”
Zod sat on the edge of his desk and gently rubbed his belly. “We cannot leave right now. It is in our blood.”
“To die?” Jor-El looked back.
“To stay. From the moment of our birth. Before our birth, the birthing matrices release nanites into our blood, microscopic Eradicators. They were designed to keep us here, Jor. If we leave, we die.”
Jor-El walked back over to Zod’s desk. “Then we change the matrices.”
“If it were that simple…”
“This… this is serious, Dru.” It occurred to him then that the Eradicators would hardly allow them to change anything. He let Zod grab his arm and pull him closer.
“Everything is serious.”
Zod met Jor-El with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He ran his tongue against Jor-El’s, against the roof of his mouth. Moving back, sucking on his lower lip, moving in again. Jor-El pushed forward, claiming, sliding his hand underneath Zod’s garments to feel that muscular back to keep his warm body near. Zod’s hands gripped Jor-El’s ass firmly. Kissing, pressing, melding, in front of the floor to ceiling window that looked out over the city. Zod could feel his Jor’s hard erection against his leg, and watched as he pushed the CompuPAD out of the way. They fell back onto Zod’s desk, and Jor-El began nibbling along Zod’s slender neck, growing hungrier, sucking harder. Zod’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he breathed hard. He loved when his Jor did that.
Possessively, Zod trapped Jor-El’s leg with one of his own. Jor-El looked up.
“Jo! Don’t stop!” Zod snapped with impatience. Jor-El lifted himself a bit, but Zod’s strong leg kept him in place. He was fairly straddling Zod now.
“W-wait. If this continues, none of us will survive. We’re trapped here.”
“There’s at least one who won’t be trapped.” Zod scanned Jor-El’s face for understanding. Lacking it, he took Jor-El’s hand and placed it on the slight curve of his stomach. “At least one. Who won’t be trapped.”
Jor-El’s brows rose very high. “He… of course he’ll be able to leave.”
Zod nodded and caressed Jor-El’s face.
“But… what about the rest of us? We need a plan.”
“Who says we do not already have a plan?” His eyes were amused again.
“And what would that be?”
”That would be information strictly classified to the Science Council.” Zod smirked. Jor-El came very close to rolling his eyes.
“You are incorrigible.”
Regaining his composure, Zod began to undo Jor-El’s belt. “We have a plan.” He slid it off and flung it across the room. “I’m not sure that I want you in it in any case. Perhaps you should stay where you are. It would be safer.”
“You’re carrying our child, and it isn’t dangerous for you?”
”I’m not handicapped,” Zod protested. His hands were underneath Jor-El’s trousers now, on his hips. He always enjoyed the feel of the larger man’s tight skin and firm muscles. “And I was in this from the beginning. You can stay where you are. Keep me informed on what the military is doing.”
”You seem to be well aware of what the military is doing.” Jor-El found himself unfastening the clasps on Zod’s clothing.
“Of course. They are helping me find a tenable solution to our problems.” He exposed Jor-El’s midriff and licked along the ridges of his muscular abdomen.
“I don’t trust Non. I don’t trust most of them, and you know that. Why would you need someone in the Law Council to give you information on the military anyway?” Jor-El leaned down to gently nip Zod’s ear as he slid off his lover’s pants.
“Ah… Perhaps I… Mmm. Neck, Jor.”
Jor-El obeyed. “They… want… power,” he complained between kisses. He kicked off his shoes and his pants hit the floor.
“There’s nothing… wrong with a healthy desire for power. Tempered with the knowledge of how and when to use it, you know.”
Jor-El ran his hands up and down Zod’s bare thighs. “I don’t believe that Non has the knowledge to fasten his shoes.”
Zod kissed him lightly. “Whatever shall we do?”
Jor-El blew some air out slowly and looked at the nearly naked love of his life. Zod had nothing on now but a soft white undershirt that he’d taken to wearing recently. “I think… I can come up with something for us to do.” He grabbed the collar of the thin shirt, from which his Dru hung limply. Zod looked to the ceiling and curled his tongue out to touch the dip of his upper lip. The expression was bizarre and adorable. A rare moment for them.
Jor-El let him go, and Zod fell back on his elbows. There was nothing to be said that they could not discuss at another time. Notching Zod’s legs onto his shoulders, he leaned down and started to circle his tongue around the small, but blood engorged hole just barely above Zod’s anus.
Squirming at the flicking tongue inside him, Zod snapped impatiently, “Can you just fuck me already? We’ve been having foreplay for three hours, it seems.”
Jor-El chuckled, but had no intention of stopping. Watching Zod wriggle on the desk was far too much fun. He broadened his tongue and pushed it in and out of his love’s opening until he had the man so feared by both councils making a strained mewling noise.
“Come on… oh!” He inadvertently shot cum into the air, part of which hit the ceiling and dripped back down onto Jor-El’s hair. Zod reached down and smushed it in deeper. “Serves you right.”
“Oh, be quiet.” He entered Zod and noticed that he was tighter than he’d been in a long time. He tried to grind into him slowly, to be gentle for their child’s sake, but Zod made another impatient noise.
“Faster,” he ordered, reaching forward and wrapping his fingers into his Jor’s hair. One did not question Zod. Jor-El pushed in and out of him as Zod clung tightly to his hair and panted intensely. Zod wasn’t a moaner, but he let one know when he was enjoying himself. “Jor…”
Zod came again, hitting him in the chin. The fingers relaxed in Jor’s hair, and although he could not see him, he knew his Dru was grinning with hedonistic abandon. He pushed harder and faster, feeling himself come forcefully as Zod shot off a third time by surprise.
“Son of a…”
“OH, Zod.” Jor-El panted and kissed along the inside of Zod’s smooth legs trying to regain his wits. They stayed joined a moment before Jor-El pulled out and crawled up beside Zod. The desk really wasn’t that comfortable, but they’d had sex in stranger places. He took his Dru’s head onto his shoulder, kissed his white hair, and waited for their hearts to slow down. “What were we talking about?”
“We were talking?”
“Horrible person. Do you have somewhere to clean up-?”
Zod pointed to a door in the corner then looked up at him. “You could use it.”
“Whose fault is that?”
Zod appeared incredibly pleased with himself. So Jor-El wiped some cum off his chest and tousled it into Zod’s hair. “Oh, nice.”
“You love me.”
”This is true.” Zod sat up lazily and looked down on Jor-El. “So please stop asking me questions that I cannot answer for you.”
“Unless I join the Science Council.”
“Unless, of course. But I’d rather you not.”
“Would you stop me? You said you could use my help. Multiple times.”
“I could, but-“ Zod stopped and stiffened. Jor-El’s eyes widened in alarm. He moved towards the com, but Zod shook his head quickly. After a tense moment, he released his breath. He lay down on the desk again relieved.
“I’m coming to help you. That’s really all there is to it, Dru.” Jor-El petted Zod’s head with worry he was sure Zod would wave away if he expressed it and headed to wash up. He still had more work to do that day.
Zod smiled victoriously.
AN:
>:)
I'm try ever so hard NOT to work the line "Kneel before Zod!" into a sex scene. Give me strength.
Summary: Zod has babies. What’s an evil warlord to do?
Pairing: Zod/Jor-El, Zod/ many others. He’s a sex god. Expect everything warm to be fucked, so…
Rating: NC-17 because I’m a perv
Warning: Severe plot bastardization (and Clark bastardization), but IC (I hope), and MPREG. Twice!
Spoilers: Smallville through season five, Superman II, basic Batman and Superman comic canon.
Krypton
Twenty Years Ago
The Science Spire
It didn’t take long for Jor-El to realise why his people had decided to opt out of the pregnancy ordeal, and not just because his Dru was so incredibly snappish with him lately. That was probably the result of the overarching problem. Zod had begun to have random, but painful abdominal cramps, which worried Lara. Which caused her to begin to relate to Zod as a patient in her detacted and clinical way that allowed her not to think about losing one of her partners. Which irritated Zod because he hated being treated as a patient. Along with a few sardonic comments that a species as advanced as their own could reach alternate planes of existence but somehow had failed to update their own cursed plumbing, Lara had urged Zod to slow down a bit with his work. The prospect was unlikely, and Zod assured them that he would know if something were really wrong, but they did see him working out of their new living space more often.
Zod had arranged quarters for them in one of the taller Habitation Towers, to Jor-El’s surprise. He’d gotten the impression that Zod did not like heights at all, and they had the top floor to themselves. Lara loved it and would go out on the rooftop at night to let the wind take her hair and look over their city with pride.
They hadn’t made the pregnancy public; although it was known to a few that they had decided to have a child. Zod was slender, and showing a bit, but the two events hadn’t been connected in anyone’s mind. Lara had once said Zod could appear to a session of the Science Council naked and painted purple, and no one would utter a single word. It might have been true.
They certainly didn’t talk about anything else Zod did.
“Morning.” Zod sat at his desk, reclining in his chair as he twirled a pointer for his computerized personal access display. He looked up from the CompuPAD where he had been working and raised his eyebrows with interest but not surprise at Jor-El when he walked into his office. Not all members of the Science Council required an office, but Zod worked with so many people from the lesser councils and the military that he needed a set space to meet with them all. This space was fairly large and sparsely decorated with a huge window looking over the city that Jor-El was certain he never looked out of. Zod disengaged the screen to give Jor-El his full attention.
“I- You knew that I was coming.”
“Very little escapes my notice in this building. You should know that, Jor.” There was always a fine line between his Dru’s blank expression and the smile that lit up his eyes when Jor-El came in the room, but where others failed to see the subtle emotion, Jor-El felt special. As though he shared Zod’s secrets where others were too lacking to even look.
“I wanted to talk about Non, and the policies I brought to your attention a week ago?”
Zod got up slowly to meet him. The cramps were gone, for the moment, but he was clearly quite sore.
“He was recently bumped to general for no reason that I can see,” Jor-El continued quickly. He was having a hard time discerning Zod’s mood on the issue, and that could be a bad thing. “And he’s been issuing orders to the Law Council, with the support of the Science Council that are quite frankly, so severe and unnecessary-“
“Who says they are unnecessary?” Zod snaked an arm around Jor-El’s waist. The taller man smiled.
“We don’t have to regulate everything the people do. I’m sure they can take care of themselves. Make their own decisions.”
“Perhaps,” Zod allowed reluctantly. “But I think what Non is getting at here is an attempted quarantine, not a full lockdown.” Zod dragged the tip of his tongue along the exposed bit of Jor-El’s neck.
“Is the plague getting that bad?” Jor-El tried hard not to be distracted. It wasn’t easy. Sometimes just watching Zod work through some problem related to programming and circuitry got him hard, let alone being deliberately felt up.
“Ask Lara. I think that you were right about the problem with the core, but we cannot leave the planet right now.”
“I think that we might…ahh… have to.” Zod’s hand was down Jor-El’s pants, and the door was wide open. “The door.”
“As though anyone would say anything to Zod.”
Jor-El laughed out loud and pulled away. “I’m closing the door. But we have to keep talking about this.”
Zod sat on the edge of his desk and gently rubbed his belly. “We cannot leave right now. It is in our blood.”
“To die?” Jor-El looked back.
“To stay. From the moment of our birth. Before our birth, the birthing matrices release nanites into our blood, microscopic Eradicators. They were designed to keep us here, Jor. If we leave, we die.”
Jor-El walked back over to Zod’s desk. “Then we change the matrices.”
“If it were that simple…”
“This… this is serious, Dru.” It occurred to him then that the Eradicators would hardly allow them to change anything. He let Zod grab his arm and pull him closer.
“Everything is serious.”
Zod met Jor-El with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He ran his tongue against Jor-El’s, against the roof of his mouth. Moving back, sucking on his lower lip, moving in again. Jor-El pushed forward, claiming, sliding his hand underneath Zod’s garments to feel that muscular back to keep his warm body near. Zod’s hands gripped Jor-El’s ass firmly. Kissing, pressing, melding, in front of the floor to ceiling window that looked out over the city. Zod could feel his Jor’s hard erection against his leg, and watched as he pushed the CompuPAD out of the way. They fell back onto Zod’s desk, and Jor-El began nibbling along Zod’s slender neck, growing hungrier, sucking harder. Zod’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he breathed hard. He loved when his Jor did that.
Possessively, Zod trapped Jor-El’s leg with one of his own. Jor-El looked up.
“Jo! Don’t stop!” Zod snapped with impatience. Jor-El lifted himself a bit, but Zod’s strong leg kept him in place. He was fairly straddling Zod now.
“W-wait. If this continues, none of us will survive. We’re trapped here.”
“There’s at least one who won’t be trapped.” Zod scanned Jor-El’s face for understanding. Lacking it, he took Jor-El’s hand and placed it on the slight curve of his stomach. “At least one. Who won’t be trapped.”
Jor-El’s brows rose very high. “He… of course he’ll be able to leave.”
Zod nodded and caressed Jor-El’s face.
“But… what about the rest of us? We need a plan.”
“Who says we do not already have a plan?” His eyes were amused again.
“And what would that be?”
”That would be information strictly classified to the Science Council.” Zod smirked. Jor-El came very close to rolling his eyes.
“You are incorrigible.”
Regaining his composure, Zod began to undo Jor-El’s belt. “We have a plan.” He slid it off and flung it across the room. “I’m not sure that I want you in it in any case. Perhaps you should stay where you are. It would be safer.”
“You’re carrying our child, and it isn’t dangerous for you?”
”I’m not handicapped,” Zod protested. His hands were underneath Jor-El’s trousers now, on his hips. He always enjoyed the feel of the larger man’s tight skin and firm muscles. “And I was in this from the beginning. You can stay where you are. Keep me informed on what the military is doing.”
”You seem to be well aware of what the military is doing.” Jor-El found himself unfastening the clasps on Zod’s clothing.
“Of course. They are helping me find a tenable solution to our problems.” He exposed Jor-El’s midriff and licked along the ridges of his muscular abdomen.
“I don’t trust Non. I don’t trust most of them, and you know that. Why would you need someone in the Law Council to give you information on the military anyway?” Jor-El leaned down to gently nip Zod’s ear as he slid off his lover’s pants.
“Ah… Perhaps I… Mmm. Neck, Jor.”
Jor-El obeyed. “They… want… power,” he complained between kisses. He kicked off his shoes and his pants hit the floor.
“There’s nothing… wrong with a healthy desire for power. Tempered with the knowledge of how and when to use it, you know.”
Jor-El ran his hands up and down Zod’s bare thighs. “I don’t believe that Non has the knowledge to fasten his shoes.”
Zod kissed him lightly. “Whatever shall we do?”
Jor-El blew some air out slowly and looked at the nearly naked love of his life. Zod had nothing on now but a soft white undershirt that he’d taken to wearing recently. “I think… I can come up with something for us to do.” He grabbed the collar of the thin shirt, from which his Dru hung limply. Zod looked to the ceiling and curled his tongue out to touch the dip of his upper lip. The expression was bizarre and adorable. A rare moment for them.
Jor-El let him go, and Zod fell back on his elbows. There was nothing to be said that they could not discuss at another time. Notching Zod’s legs onto his shoulders, he leaned down and started to circle his tongue around the small, but blood engorged hole just barely above Zod’s anus.
Squirming at the flicking tongue inside him, Zod snapped impatiently, “Can you just fuck me already? We’ve been having foreplay for three hours, it seems.”
Jor-El chuckled, but had no intention of stopping. Watching Zod wriggle on the desk was far too much fun. He broadened his tongue and pushed it in and out of his love’s opening until he had the man so feared by both councils making a strained mewling noise.
“Come on… oh!” He inadvertently shot cum into the air, part of which hit the ceiling and dripped back down onto Jor-El’s hair. Zod reached down and smushed it in deeper. “Serves you right.”
“Oh, be quiet.” He entered Zod and noticed that he was tighter than he’d been in a long time. He tried to grind into him slowly, to be gentle for their child’s sake, but Zod made another impatient noise.
“Faster,” he ordered, reaching forward and wrapping his fingers into his Jor’s hair. One did not question Zod. Jor-El pushed in and out of him as Zod clung tightly to his hair and panted intensely. Zod wasn’t a moaner, but he let one know when he was enjoying himself. “Jor…”
Zod came again, hitting him in the chin. The fingers relaxed in Jor’s hair, and although he could not see him, he knew his Dru was grinning with hedonistic abandon. He pushed harder and faster, feeling himself come forcefully as Zod shot off a third time by surprise.
“Son of a…”
“OH, Zod.” Jor-El panted and kissed along the inside of Zod’s smooth legs trying to regain his wits. They stayed joined a moment before Jor-El pulled out and crawled up beside Zod. The desk really wasn’t that comfortable, but they’d had sex in stranger places. He took his Dru’s head onto his shoulder, kissed his white hair, and waited for their hearts to slow down. “What were we talking about?”
“We were talking?”
“Horrible person. Do you have somewhere to clean up-?”
Zod pointed to a door in the corner then looked up at him. “You could use it.”
“Whose fault is that?”
Zod appeared incredibly pleased with himself. So Jor-El wiped some cum off his chest and tousled it into Zod’s hair. “Oh, nice.”
“You love me.”
”This is true.” Zod sat up lazily and looked down on Jor-El. “So please stop asking me questions that I cannot answer for you.”
“Unless I join the Science Council.”
“Unless, of course. But I’d rather you not.”
“Would you stop me? You said you could use my help. Multiple times.”
“I could, but-“ Zod stopped and stiffened. Jor-El’s eyes widened in alarm. He moved towards the com, but Zod shook his head quickly. After a tense moment, he released his breath. He lay down on the desk again relieved.
“I’m coming to help you. That’s really all there is to it, Dru.” Jor-El petted Zod’s head with worry he was sure Zod would wave away if he expressed it and headed to wash up. He still had more work to do that day.
Zod smiled victoriously.
AN:
>:)
I'm try ever so hard NOT to work the line "Kneel before Zod!" into a sex scene. Give me strength.