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The Seduction Plan (Kalois) 1/21

seduction plan 
Pairing: Kal/Lois
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Characters: Perry, Lex, Kal, Lois
Feedback: Yes please
Genre: Drama, romance, AU
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters. Just taking off a few parts and changing them around and giving them new ones. Will put them back when I'm done.

Summary: Total AU where Kal grows up a Luthor and becomes publisher of the Daily Planet only to meet and decide to seduce its star reporter, Lois Lane.

a/n: This was sort of a challenge issued by a friend on K-Site. I know, I know, headdesk, I totally need my head read, but I just loved this idea when it came to me and I couldn't stop writing this first part.

Part One





Kal-El wandered through the debris, looking curiously around at this strange place. There were so many colours that he found fascinating. Sights that he couldn’t name. All he knew was what the voice told him. That he had to go find people. People would take care of him. He didn’t know quite what people was but he was looking for it just the same.

He passed an overturned truck. There were bodies inside and he turned away. That wasn’t people, he decided. They weren’t moving, so they mustn’t be. His bare feet padded on the warm earth and he stepped over furrows in the ground, not sure where he was going.

As he climbed the hill, warm air wafted over his naked body and the sun overhead gave him a feeling that he couldn’t quite name. He kept walking, his feet dragging now through the flattened greenery. He saw something that looked a little like what he was. It was a boy and he was laying, shivering on the ground. Kal-El sat down beside the boy and picked up the white, shaking hand, patting it.


The voice made Kal-El jump in fright. A tall man with dark hair and fur on his face was looking down with a funny expression. Kal-El couldn’t name it.

“Well, where did you come from?” the man asked, but Kal-El didn’t quite know how to say it.

And then the boy beside him was being picked up in the man’s arms and Kal-El decided he would go with them. He had to take care of the boy.

When the boy was put in a ship that didn’t fly, Kal-El let himself be picked up and put in the ship too. He curled around the boy, protecting him, his curly head on the boy’s shoulder. He fell asleep, rocked by the motion.

When he woke, he was lying next to the other boy, who looked funny, almost as if he had tentacles. There was a small gap between the pad he was lying on and the other boy’s sleeping pad. The man with the furry face was sitting in a chair in-between and there was a female with hair like fire.

“He’s awake, Lionel,” the female said.

The one called Lion-El bent over Kal-El and smiled. At least, Kal-El thought it might be a smile.

“Well, hello, little one. Are you ready to tell us where you come from now?”

“Kal-El,” was all he managed.

“What’s that?”

“Kal-El.” He pointed to himself. The voice in the ship had told him to do that.

The one called Lion-El smiled and held out his hand. Kal-El looked at it, puzzled. Lion-El picked up his small hand and held it in a shaking motion.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kal-El.”



“Olsen, I swear to God if you don’t have those photos for me in five minutes I’m going to beat your head with a stick.”

Lois Lane glared up the stairs as she yelled. But Jimmy Olsen was probably in what was loosely termed the ‘dark room’. Loosely because photography was all digital now. As she turned to go back to her desk she bumped into a brick wall. Well, it felt like a brick wall, she decided as she steadied herself by placing her hands on a decidedly muscular and very well-toned chest.

She lifted her head to look up at the brick wall, uh, man and found herself looking into the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever laid her peepers on. And the face wasn’t bad either.

As she stepped back, she got a good look at the guy. He was dressed casually, in jeans and t-shirt. Either an intern or ... somewhere along the way she’d heard there was a new guy starting in the mailroom. Maybe this was him.

“You know, if you’re looking for the mail room, you’re on the wrong floor. And shift started twenty minutes ago. You’re late, so chop chop!”

He said nothing, just smirked, and that bothered Lois more than she liked. It wasn’t like her to get instantly wet with the look of a man, but she had the feeling that if he tried to kiss her now she would be bent over that desk in a second and whimpering for more.

The man turned away, still without saying a word and Lois went back to her desk. Five minutes later, Olsen turned up.

“You bellowed your Highness?” he asked.

“That was five minutes ago, Olsen. Where were you?”

“Talking to Ashley down in accounts. Did you know the new boss starts today?”

Lois stared at him. “What? Why am I always the last to know? Where the hell have I been?”

“Well, hopefully working on some front page stories, Lane,” a voice growled. She looked at Randall, her city editor. He did not look happy.

“I don’t have time for your crap, Randall. I’ve got a big story I’m working on right now.”

“The only big story you’ll be covering today is the length of the unemployment line if you don’t get your ass up to the boss’ office right now. And I think he used the phrase ‘chop chop’. So move it Lane.”

Gulping, Lois moved to obey. An edict from the new boss on his first day. Whom she hadn’t even realised was starting today. She was so not looking forward to this.

As she waited impatiently for the lift, she pondered his parting words to the city editor. Why had he used that particular phrase?

As the lift ascended to the fifteenth floor, she frowned, watching the numbers change in the LED above. The Daily Planet’s elevators had recently been modernised. The old ones had constantly been breaking down and management had obviously been weary of paying the increasingly exorbitant repair bills. The new lifts were faster. A little too fast for Lois’ liking.

She stepped out of the lift, only to hear Perry White going to town in the new boss’ office.

“Listen, I didn’t spend thirty years working my way to the top just to have some snot-nosed college graduate tell me how to do my goddamn job!” There was a pause. Lois waited outside the double doors, wondering why she had a sick feeling in her gut. “You could have a masters in hay making for all I care you arrogant little shit!”

Much as Lois liked to hear Perry ripping anyone a good one, she cringed at the thought of Perry actually abusing their new boss. From what she’d heard of the Luthors, they could make life pretty miserable for anyone who crossed them. Since they owned Metropolis. Well, most of it.

She stepped back hurriedly as the door opened and Perry strode out, his face red with anger. He glanced at her but said nothing.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” she said to herself.

When she’d heard six months ago that Lex Luthor had bought the Daily Planet, like everyone else, she had had a horrible sinking feeling. Luthorcorp, or Lexcorp, as it had been named once Lex took the helm, was into research and development. They weren’t a media company.

It had come as a huge shock to hear that Lex’s younger brother, Kal, had decided to take up the newly vacant seat of publisher after Franklin Stern had retired. Lois hadn’t seen any photographs of adult Kal. And she’d googled him extensively. There had been some photographs of the children when they had been very small, when Lillian Luthor was alive. But she had been dead seventeen years and Lionel had guarded his sons’ privacy very closely. No photographs were allowed to be taken unless it was for publicity. And since Kal had been away for the last five years at college, studying for a Masters degree in business, he hadn’t been around for the gala dinners and charity functions his older brother had attended.

Lois had the impression that Kal was just as an intensively private person as his father and he’d chosen deliberately to stay away from those functions. Now, of course, he was publisher and masters degree or not, he’d clearly annoyed Perry from the get-go. Perry was a veteran newspaper man and he didn’t like anyone younger than him telling him how to do his job.

She tentatively knocked on the door and went in at his sharp ‘Enter’. She stood on the threshold, staring at the back of the leather chair as her new boss looked out the window.

“Chop, chop, Ms Lane,” the voice said from the chair.

Lois closed her eyes with that sinking feeling creating a knot in her stomach.

“Mr Luthor, you wanted to see me?” she said, with more bravado than she felt.

He turned his chair around and smiled at her. Oh shit! she thought. The guy from the bullpen. The one she’d assumed was working in the mail room. He was Kal Luthor! She was so dead

“Uh, Mr, uh Luthor, I ...”

He waved his hand. “I can forgive the blunder, Ms Lane. From what I hear you have a reputation for jumping too quickly to conclusions. An admirable trait, I find, in a lot of ways ...”

“Plus it’s a huge time-saver,” Lois joked, trying to ease the tension. She fidgeted uncomfortably for a few moments under his glare. Then he seemed to realise she was still standing and waved his hand.

“Sit. Please!”

Lois sat in the leather chair as directed, wondering what he planned for her.

“You are not fired, Ms Lane. As I was going to say, some may find your habit of jumping to conclusions inexcusable, but from what I’ve gleaned from the stories you write, your instincts are almost always right.”

Lois almost blushed at this high praise.

“Uh, sir,” she stammered.

“Don’t call me sir. That’s my father. Praise god he finally decided to retire and stopped trying to run my life.” He rolled his eyes dramatically and Lois had to laugh.

“Yeah, fathers are like that.”

“I understand your father is General Sam Lane? My brother would be interested in talking to him about a new project Lexcorp is undertaking.”

So that’s what this meeting was about? He was only interested in her for her connections to the military brass?

“Well, my father and I don’t get along, and by the way, I think that’s pretty devious of you to call me in here on the pretext of work and then tell me that you’re only interested in what my father can do for you. Well, boss or not, I really don’t like being used or manipulated ...”

Kal was on his feet, coming around the desk and pulling her up. Instead of the anger she expected, she could see amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“You know that habit you have of jumping to conclusions?” he said.

“Yes?” she said, before he pulled her close and took her lips with his. Lois, startled, didn’t know how to respond at first. But as he thrust his tongue in between her lips she felt herself melting in the heat of his embrace. Oh god, she thought.

But sanity returned with a vengeance. She was here, in her boss’ office, kissing her boss. And liking it! She wasn’t supposed to like it!

Lois pulled away hastily, lashing out with her hand and slapping his face. He turned his head, his hand going to his cheek, then looked back at her.

“Thanks,” he said. “I needed that.”

Lois was trembling, but she wasn’t sure with what emotion. He was certainly very good-looking. Short, wavy dark hair, tall, muscular frame. He’d changed clothes in the brief interlude between their meeting in the bullpen and in the office. He was now dressed in a white silk shirt and tailored black pants. It was incredibly sexy. If Lois had been any other kind of woman, she would have pushed him onto the desk, ripped his shirt off and proceeded to lick every inch of his body. But she wasn’t that type of woman.

Kal had moved back into his chair and he was looking cool and calm. Unlike Lois, whose heart was beating frantically. It wasn’t fair, she decided, that he could be this cool and unruffled when she was feeling like this.

“As I was saying,” Kal said as he cleared his throat. “I think we may have started off on the wrong foot. Your Perry White seems to think that my brief foray into college journalism did not give me the wherewithal to tell him how I expect him to do his job. And frankly, I think he has a point. And who better to show me the ropes than the Daily Planet’s star investigative reporter?”

Lois gaped. “Uh, I don’t quite understand.”

“It’s simple, Lois. May I call you Lois?” She nodded dumbly. “I want to accompany you on one of your stories and ... “ he smirked, “observe you in the wild. If that is all right with you.”

Lois nodded again, feeling like a ventriloquist’s dummy. Kal smiled and rubbed his hands together.

“Excellent. Where do we start?”

“Uh, well, we have an editorial meeting in, uh, five minutes, and, uh, well Perry usually runs those. M-maybe we should start with that?”

“Good. Show me where you have this meeting and tell me what story you’re working on right now.”

“Okay, well, there’s rumours that a local congressman is taking bribes from a big corporation – not Lexcorp, in case you were wondering, to look the other way on an environmental bill. And, well, one of his aides turned up dead and we think he was murdered to cover up the congressman’s dirty dealings. Anyway, I’ve been talking to some of my contacts on the street and ...”

Lois warmed to her subject, her cheeks flushing becomingly. Kal listened to her talk as she got into it. She’d stopped stuttering, which was a good thing.

He liked this girl. She was sassy and smart, and very beautiful. And Kal had had his share of women. You couldn’t grow up a Luthor without the beautiful women hanging around, eager for their taste of the Luthor riches.

Kal had been popular in high school. Even if it was Excelsior Prep. But it was just boarding school, not Mars. And he’d hung out with the girls from the local Catholic girls school just a few blocks from the Academy. He’d lost his virginity at sixteen to a senior, who had thought he was much older and the only reason he’d waited that long was because his father had begged him to ‘use decorum’.

“You’re a Luthor,” Lionel had said. “Not a common street urchin.”

“If only by adoption,” Kal had returned, which had earned him a sharp look from his father and a snicker from his older brother.

Kal let Lois walk ahead of him as she led him to the conference room. He took in the shapely ass beneath the tight black skirt she wore, and the long legs. His eyes began to grow hot and he quickly controlled it. Wouldn’t do to set the girl’s ass on fire, he thought with a smirk.

Perry was surprised to see him in the editorial meeting.

“Something you wanted, Luthor?” he spat.

“Mr White,” he said, raising his hands in what he hoped was a friendly gesture. “I heard what you said and I understand why you would feel that way.”

“Kid,” White said, shaking his head. “Save me the psycho-babble, okay? Just tell me what you’re doing here.”

“I decided you were right. I have no business telling you your job when my experience is limited to a college rag, as you put it. So I’m going to be going out in the field with my reporters. Perhaps even working with them on some stories. And I decided to start with my star reporter. Or should I say, your star reporter.”

Perry looked taken aback. “Oh, I see. Well, that’s the first sensible thing I’ve heard you say, Luthor. Now I gotta tell ya, I don’t have a lot of love for the Luthors, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Why? If you don’t mind my asking?”

“Look, your old man is known as a real shark in the corporate world, and your brother’s earning himself the same kind of reputation. Now you, you’re ... well, you’ve kept your nose clean. You’ve never given anyone any trouble and you’ve stayed out of the limelight. And I respect that. But it doesn’t mean you don’t have the same ruthless streak in you that your old man does. But I’m gonna reserve judgement here, okay?”

Kal had to admit later on, as he drove his Ferrari to his brother’s building, that he had fun. Chasing down leads with Lois, watching her in her natural habitat, seeing the way she got caught up in the story. Yes, she took risks, and was it any wonder that she needed help from the Blur more often than not.

He had learned the truth about his origins not long after his fifteenth birthday. Lionel had told him how he’d been found, sitting next to Lex in the flattened cornfield. As if he’d assigned himself Lex’s protector. And Lionel had sent his men out, combing the fields for answers as to where the mysterious little boy who knew no English, had come from. His men had found the ship, which had been taken and hidden in a vault at Luthorcorp.

When Kal had turned fifteen, he’d heard a mysterious noise, as if something was calling to him. Tracking the sound, he had found an octagonal disk in his father’s office. Lionel’s men had found it in the same field his ship had landed. Confronting his father, Kal had demanded to know the truth about his origins and Lionel had showed him the ship.

The disk, or the key as Kal had soon realised, had flown out of his hand and into an octagonal-shaped recess in the surface of the ship. It had spoken to him, telling him of his destiny. Lionel had been only too delighted to hear that his youngest son was going to rule the world. Lionel had always had delusions of grandeur, Kal thought with a smirk.

A year later, during construction of an office park in Smallville, workers had found the entrance to a series of caves. That had caused an uproar with the Kawatche people, who had been searching for the caves for decades. Kal’s key had then led him to the caves where he’d been downloaded with the language of his people.

Eventually, with his family’s approval, Kal had taken a year off college, ostensibly to travel, but instead he had searched the globe for three stones which, when reunited, formed a crystal out of which grew his Fortress of Solitude, the repository of all the knowledge of Krypton. His birth father, Jor-El, had decided it was time for him to fulfil his destiny and he’d gone to the fortress for extensive training.

Kal waved at the security guard as he drove into the underground park reserved for him and got out, activating the alarm on the car. He swaggered to the private elevator, pressing his personal code into the keypad and waited for the lift. He could have flown up but he was trying to keep a low profile.

The lift rose upward quickly, making it in good time to the sixtieth floor. Kal punched in the security code on the keypad to the penthouse and entered.

“Lex?” No answer. Figures, he thought. Working late again. He went to the kitchen and bussed the housekeeper.

“Oh, Mr Kal,” she tittered. “You stop that.”

“Why? It’s fun,” he said.

“You behave,” she said. Mrs Kennedy had been Lex’s housekeeper since he was twenty-one and living in his own apartment, and she was used to Kal’s comings and goings. She always kept the pantry and the fridge well-stocked for him.

“Lex working late again?” he said.

“I expect him home around seven.”

“It’s a quarter to now,” Kal said, glancing at his watch. “We were going to watch the hockey game.”

“I presume you will want the usual array of snacks, Mr Kal?” she said with a laugh. “After your dinner, of course.”

He kissed her on the cheek. “What would I do without you, Mrs K?” he said.

“Probably starve,” she retorted. “Honestly, you are as bad as Lex. Neither one of you can cook to save your lives. Sometimes I wonder if you even know what a kitchen is for. And I’m sure you do have one at your own apartment.”

“I do know what a kitchen is for. And you’re right, I can’t cook. But that’s what restaurants are for.”

She shook her head in exasperation, taking a tray of cookies from the oven. Kal grinned, grabbing one of the still hot cookies.

“I knew you loved me,” he chuckled.

“Out! Get out of my kitchen!” she said sternly. “And don’t spoil your dinner,” she said as he grabbed another cookie, earning a slap on the wrist.

Kal ambled into the den and turned on the big screen tv. Lex always had it set to CNN but Kal preferred lighter entertainment while he was waiting for his brother to come home. He changed the channel to an old sitcom and munched on the cookies.

His phone rang a few minutes later. Lex.

“Yo, Bro,” he said.

“You’ve been sitting there watching sitcoms, haven’t you,” Lex drawled.

“Who me?”

“I’ll be a few minutes late. I’m stuck in traffic.”

“I’m sure Mrs K will keep dinner warm for you. Don’t forget the game starts in an hour.”

“Yeah, yeah. And Kal?”


“Stop getting cookie crumbs on the furniture.”

How did he do that? Kal thought, guiltily wiping the crumbs off the leather. Lex didn’t like grease stains on his precious furniture.

Lex arrived a quarter after seven and they ate dinner quickly, putting the dishes in the dishwasher. At least Mrs Kennedy had managed to teach them that.

Lex poured himself a glass of scotch and offered it to his brother, who shook his head.

“I’ll stick to milk,” he said, grinning at his brother’s expression.

“You’re twenty-four Kal, not four.”

“I happen to like milk,” Kal told him. “And yes, I do drink when I’m out on a date.”

Lex sighed in exasperation. Then he grinned. “Don’t ever change, Kal.”

They curled up comfortably in the den and drank for a while. Lex sipped the scotch then looked at his younger brother.

“How was your first day?”

“Interesting. I met Lois Lane. Officially, that is.”

Lex rolled his eyes. “Mad Dog Lane? She’s been trying to get the dirt on me for years.”

“Has she tried looking under the rug?” Kal said smartly.

“Ha ha. One day around her and you’re already developing a smart mouth. What did you think of her?”

Kal smirked. “She thought I was the mail room guy.”

Lex chuckled. “Yeah, I bet that went down like a lead balloon. Did you fire her?”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Kal told his brother. “I kissed her instead.”

Lex sighed and shook his head. “How many times do I have to tell you, Kal, you have to use your powers for good, not evil. How did she react?”

“She slapped me,” Kal said nonchalantly.

“And she’s still breathing? The last girl who did that to you ...”

“Hey, you’re the one who fired her father over it.”

“Well, no one, and I mean no one disses my little brother. Got that?”

Kal smirked again. “You know, to hear you talk around me, no one would think you were a corporate shark.”

“Now who’s spreading such slanderous lies about me?”

“Perry White.”

“You should fire him”

“For what? Speaking his mind? He called me a snot-nosed, arrogant shit.”

“Again, why is this man still working for you?”

“I like him. He’s got balls.”

“He’s also a recovering alcoholic,” Lex pointed out.

Kal snorted. “Please. You think I haven’t compiled a complete dossier on all my staff? Am I a Luthor or aren’t I?”

“So what else did you get up to?”

“Told Lois I wanted to get to know my reporters. Spend some time out in the field with them.”

“She actually bought that?” Lex snorted. “And she calls herself an investigative reporter. So tell me, Kal, what nefarious plan have you cooked up in that evil mind of yours.”

“Oh, not much. Seduce her, take her to bed, the usual.”

Lex sighed. “Kal, you go through women like they were going out of style. One of these days you’re going to fall hard and I’m going to be applauding the loudest when you do. You wait, Kal. You are going to fall on your ass.”

Kal snorted. “Not likely.”



( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 3rd, 2010 03:11 am (UTC)
*blinks in wonder*

Wow just wow I can't keep up!! Great start though. I'm looking forward to where this goes!
Oct. 3rd, 2010 03:16 am (UTC)
Yeah, yeah, take me out and shoot me. Trust me, this weekend was supposed to be about catching up with the rest of them, not starting something new. I need help! Sigh!
I will give you a hint - Lex has already called it on this one. Somebody's in for a big shock.
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:39 pm (UTC)
Another one!!! What an AWESOME start honey!!! LOVE the title and the idea behind the chapter!
Oct. 3rd, 2010 05:47 pm (UTC)
Yep, those evil plot bunnies have been at it again. I just can't seem to get away from them. I have to say, this story has caused a stir over at our other favourite site.
Tell you what though, Kal is in for a short, sharp shock where Lois is concerned.
Oct. 4th, 2010 05:33 pm (UTC)
Uhoh... the favorite site that came up with the challenge AND that caused quite a stir. I hope you are not in trouble. *hugs*
Oct. 5th, 2010 05:20 am (UTC)
You should see the response. Amazing!
Oct. 5th, 2010 09:57 am (UTC)
Oh, I will be sure to one of these days in the week.
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:21 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I love AUs and this seems so intriguing already. Kal won't know what hit him when he falls for Lois.

PS, I also love Clark as a Luthor stories so I get both Kal Luthor and Klois all together, YAY!
Oct. 4th, 2010 04:37 am (UTC)
Yep, you're getting the best of both worlds. *Grin*
So glad you like this idea. Thanks for commenting.
Oct. 10th, 2010 08:23 am (UTC)
I'm really liking this so far, please post again soon.
Oct. 10th, 2010 09:29 am (UTC)
Hey, thank you my friend. I've posted four chapters on here so far and I've written nine so far, I think. Will post the next chapter early tomorrow morning (my time)
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