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Sapere Qualcosa a Memoria (2/2)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 6271

Warnings: episode related: Memoria, canon divergent, Lex POV, hurt/comfort, minor angst, technically underage sex - but legal in Kansas, smut, power play, Lex has a power kink, light dom/sub, submissive Lex, bottom!Lex, top!Clark, teasing, dirty talk, roughish sex, blow job foreplay, anal fingering, anal, coming untouched, coming on command

Summary: Clark tells Lex the truth, Lex gives in.

A/N: it took forever, but I finally got the smut written for this story! Written for @leatafandom and @lexkent as a combination of their prompts.

Within the span of a hitched breath, Lex found himself pressed against the far wall of the shower, cold tiles at his back, warm body at his front. The water had been turned off somewhere in that fractured second, and Clark's arms were looped around him, holding him slightly off the ground. Before he could fully process the sudden movement, lush lips, warm and tender, closed over his. Lex let his eyes fall closed, and gave in to the kiss, the naked display of Clark's restored abilities leaving him certain this could no longer be considered taking advantage.

His lips parted on a soft exhalation of breath, captured by the soft mouth on his. Clark pulled him closer and a warm, wet tongue flicked out to caress over his own. Taste of water, like that first press of mouths, but clean and pure this time, instead of brackish and full of fear, but just as life-giving. Shot of arousal zipping down his spine and it was like a light being flipped on. Lex groaned, dropped his hands from Clark's hair to drape around his neck, and gave blind trust to the brunette as he wrapped his legs around Clark's waist. Brush of cock over cock, deep, resounding moan of pleasure into the explored cavern of his mouth, and a hand now cradling the back of his head, the arm around his torso strong and steady as he was held up in Clark's embrace.

Lex forced himself to break the kiss, breathless and high, not wanting this to be so feverish, so frantic. Pressed his forehead to Clark's to stem the pain of rejection his pulling away would probably be mistaken for. How can he not know?

“Lex?”

“Not stopping, Clark. I just want to take this slow. Well. Slower. We still need to talk.”

Another rush of movement, more than a little dizzying, and exhilarating, while caught up in Clark's firm hold, and they were in the master suite, towels from the shelf by the bathroom door wrapped around them both, though Lex hadn't moved a muscle. The light he hadn't bothered to turn on upon entry now filled the room. Lex stared at Clark in open fascination, cock leaking against the cotton towel, the open honesty of his friend-become-lover still shocking after years of lies and hedging.

“Just how fast are you?”

“Fast enough that I could be back in Smallville before you even made it down to your car.”

Eyes widened further, calculations buzzing through his mind. Snaps his mouth shut as he's set gently down on the bed. And Clark's still hard, too; he can see it tenting the brunette’s towel. Aroused as he is, Lex's inner scientist still forges on.

“You're fast, you're strong. What else did the rocks do to you? And why do they hurt you? I've never seen any other mutant get sick around them. I don't get sick around them.”

Clark has gone a little green again, and Lex starts to stand, worried they missed a spot in the washing. Clark nudges him back onto the mattress, sitting down himself, a couple feet away. Worried green eyes glance at him and away. Lex reaches out and grasps Clark's chin, pulling him around to look at him.

“What? Tell me, please, Clark. Don't hide from me again.”

“The rocks didn't change me…I'm not a mutant.”

“Clark-”

“No! I'm not trying to lie. The rocks didn't make me this way. I wasn't in the meteor shower, I was the meteor shower, or, part of it. I…I'm an alien, Lex. The rocks are pieces of my home planet, Krypton. I'm not human, just like you said that day. Please, don't hate me. Don't send me away.”

Lex's grip softened, then hardened again, tugging Clark forward even as he leaned back. His cock twitched beneath his towel as he let himself fall back against the bed, pulling Clark on top of him, pulling that too-beautiful face down to his.

“Never.” You're mine, and I will never hate you, never send you away. “Never, Clark.”

Lex tugged Clark down that last inch of space, and captured his lips, kissing him the way he'd only dreamed of, unlike any other lover he'd ever had. Tongues tangled, not warring for dominance, but sharing it, each exploring the other's mouth, memorizing.

Panting, Lex released his false hold on Clark's chin, pleased to see the seemingly exhaustless teen was breathing hard as well. Clark gazed down at him, eyes dark with desire and wide with awe. Brawny thighs straddled his own, and Clark shifted above him to brace up on one hand. The other lifted to caress down his cheek.

Another flash of memory, the day of the meteor shower. In a truck, on his father's lap, a curious, dark-toned toddler beside them. The boy was set on the lap of a fiery-haired, smiling woman as a blonde man drove. The little boy looked over at him, smiled, and reached out to stroke his face, smile widening as the darkness overtook him again.

“Oh, Clark.”

“Lex?”

“You,” Lex swallowed thickly, emotions rushing through him yet again as he absorbed the memory. Clark was always there. “You were there. You saved me that day. You always save me.”

Clark looked down at him, puzzled, then drew away slightly, his face turning sad.

“Not always.”

Lex thought of his renewed memories of Belle Reve and shook his head, took Clark's hand in his.

“Hey. Don't. Don't feel guilty about that. I remember you tried. Ian and Eric overpowered you, that's not your fault. And I don't fault you for running. Even if you had stayed, my father still would have won. And he'd have added you to his bounty.”

“I never should have left you there, Lex.”

“Knowing what I know, I'm glad you did. It's better that way. Lionel would have caught you up in his grasp and hidden you away where no one would have ever found you, and made me his puppet. I won't ever let him have you, Clark. I won't ever let him hurt you again.”

“You know what I am, and you still want to be my…friend? You still want…” Clark gestured awkwardly between them, at Lex's still-tented towel. “You're not disgusted?”

“Clark, I have wanted you since I woke up with the taste of river water in my mouth. I don't care what you are; I know who you are. And who you are, is the most amazing, most beautiful, most caring person I've ever met.” Lex let a smirk pull at his lips. “And the most God-awful liar on the planet.”

Clark blushed and tried to duck his head, but Lex wouldn't allow it, tugging yet again at his chin. Lex realized, suddenly, why that kept working, despite Clark's immeasurable strength. Clark couldn't bring himself to purposely hurt Lex, and so, he didn't just not resist, he forcibly moved himself along with Lex's movements, ensuring the lack of broken fingers or a sprained wrist that could have occurred otherwise. The constant thought and calculations Clark's subconscious mind must have kept up amazed Lex. And humbled him.

“You know, you prove my point every time you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Move with me, instead of against me. You don't want to hurt me, so you allow me to manhandle you. So aware of your strength, of my human frailty, at any given moment.” Lex released Clark's chin and ran his fingers through damp curls. “Beautiful.”

Lex let out a soft groan as Clark pulled his hand down to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to each finger, mouth lingering as he placed one on his palm. His cock ached, his erection hardly diminishing throughout their talk. Yet, they were not done with all that needed to be said. The sun still shone beyond the curtains covering his window, but he knew time was ticking inexorably by. Lex pushed himself up on his elbows, giving Clark a nudge in a wordless request for him to move, but found the teen suddenly unbudgeable. He looked up at the brunette questioningly, his face growing stern.

“Clark.”

“No. I know that look, Lex. Don't change your mind about this now.” In a bold move that Lex hadn't ever anticipated the typically shy boy to make, his hand was wrapped up in Clark's, and dragged down his toned, bare chest to rest over the tenting of Clark's own towel. “I think we’ve done slow long enough, don't you?”

“Fuck. Clark, I want you, I do. But I’m just not sure if you're ready for this. You're so young.”

“I'm old enough. Even the law says so.”

Lex sighed.

“This is still Kansas we're talking about. The law technically applies to heterosexual couples, even if federal laws say different. And besides the laws, what about your parents? Your father would still run after me with his shotgun if he knew, just for the fact that it's me, regardless of gender.”

“He already knows. Kinda.” Lex looked up at Clark, perplexed, and Clark let out a rueful chuckle. “After you came back, after the island and you bought our house back for us, I told him how I felt about you. About what I realized when I ran away. And then, after Belle Reve, I told them that when I turned eighteen, I was going to tell you the truth about everything. Well, the parts that wouldn't bring Lionel after you again. We talked, we yelled, but eventually he realized, ultimately, it's my decision to make.”

“Fine. But that's still two years away.”

“I don't care. You know now. And, who knows how old I really am. I mean, do I look sixteen to you?”

Clark had him there. He had never looked as young as he claimed, body tall and muscular like a twenty-something football player, even when they'd first met. It had been a constant source of Lex's consternation in those early days, to know the Adonis that had saved him was an untouchable ninth grader, a fourteen-year-old boy that just happened to be graced with a body most linebackers spent hours at the gym to achieve.

“No. Alright? No, you don't. I just don't want to take advantage of you, Clark. After everything you've been through today, I don't want to hurt you.”

“You can't really hurt me, Lex.”

“Emotionally.”

“The only way you could do that, is by rejecting me. I know what I want, Lex. I want this.” Clark leaned in and brushed his lips over Lex's. “And I know you do, too.”

Lex let out a weary sigh and caved. The yearning in Clark's voice was too much, too similar to his own. Figures, when he actually tried to be the adult rather than the spoiled billionaire's son everyone saw him as, it turned out pointless. After years of longing for this beautiful creature crouched above him, he was tired of resisting, of wanting but never having. Lex squeezed his hand lightly around the thick shaft beneath his palm, eyes slipping closed as a groan was breathed out over his lips.

“Anything. You can have anything, Clark.”

Lex could only think of the sound that came rumbling up Clark's chest as a growl. Possessive and hungry, like a wolf that's finally bested his quarry. Another time-slip and he was on his back, in the center of his bed, his head nestled in a pile of pillows. Their towels were gone, Clark was settled between his wide-spread legs, looming over him, and Lex was fully prepared to accept, if not admit, he had an obvious power kink.

Clark dipped down to crush his mouth to Lex's, and Lex moaned into it as their bare cocks made contact. Silken steel brushed against his own throbbing length, and he reached between them to grasp both shafts in his fist as Clark's tongue delved past his lips. Swallowed the resultant groan as he stroked slowly, legs lifting to wrap around Clark's hips, heels resting atop the firm globes of his ass.

“Oh, Lex!” Breathy moan against his lips, hand cupping his cheek briefly before sliding down, over his chest, along his side, around his thigh. Pulling him closer, closing the microscopic gap between them. “God, this feels so right, Lex. Wanna taste you. Wanna…fuck, wanna suck you.”

Lex had to tighten his grip, stop himself from shooting, then and there; Clark's unexpected dirty talk surging his arousal dangerously higher. The thought of Clark's mouth on him making his cock leak over his fingers with a burst of pre-come.

“Shit! Yeah, do it, Clark. Suck me.” Lex released his grasp around their cocks, dropping his legs back to the bed, and nudged Clark slightly downward. Groan of delight at the feel of that bulky body sliding down him, pressing against his length, as Clark slithered down the mattress to settle shoulders between his thighs, spreading him open to the brunette's perusal. “God, let me feel your mouth, baby. Thought about this, about you, so much.”

Clark looked up at him, over the rise of Lex's cock, emerald eyes gleaming, lips reddened and wet from their frantic kissing, turned up at the corners in a hungry grin.

“Where did my shy farmboy go? When did you learn to be so sexy, so seductive?”

Clark breathed over the tip of Lex cock, a soft chuckle of heat that made Lex squirm and grunt.

“The internet is a teenage boy's best friend, Lex.” Clark looked away for a beat and back again, something sadder in the back of his eyes. “And I learned a lot last summer, while you were lost.”

Lex felt a surge of jealousy rush through him, remembered whispered rumors upon his return to Metropolis about some pretty, young newcomer on the club scene, with lips made for sin and glittering green eyes that made a man believe he was staring into innocence, even as he came down that muscular throat. He had wondered, but hadn't dug into it, didn't want his suspicions confirmed.

“Lex, are you done distracting me with questions? Or did you want me to start listing all my other abilities while we're at it, instead of sucking your brain out through your cock?”

That was one way to change the subject.

“You could always try doing both.”

Clark's eyes flashed with wry amusement, and Lex forced his face not to show his internal grimace at showing his hand.

“You like me powerful, don't you? It gets you hot, knowing I'm something more than human.” Lex couldn't stop the way his cock twitched, and groaned in defeat. “It gets you hard, my strength, my speed. You want to know what else I can do? Combine your kink for knowledge with your apparent kink for power?”

Before Lex could answer, Clark stuck out his tongue and lapped over the head of his cock.

“Fuck! Yesss.”

“Besides the meteor rocks, which I call Kryptonite, by the way, after my birth planet, Krypton, I'm basically invulnerable.” Another lick, a moan from Lex as his hips tried to thrust up into that teasing mouth. Clark's hands slid up his thighs to pin his hips to the mattress. Lex grunted his displeasure, but gave in easily enough, reaching his arms above his head to grasp the headboard. Clark groaned appreciatively at the sight Lex knew he made, all stretched out and wanton. “Beautiful. You're beautiful like this, Lex. But, then I already knew you would be. You have no idea how hard it was, being around you while I was still trying to get a handle on my x-ray vision in freshman year. I can see through anything except lead. In the beginning, I saw you, through the castle walls. In the shower. Your hands slipping up and down your naked skin, stroking over your thick, hard cock. That's when I first realized what it was I felt for you. Seeing you like that, like so few get to see you. To know where you do and don't have hair, while everyone else just has to guess. I was so hard that first time, so embarrassed. Spying on you, seeing you in such a private moment. But, sometimes, I just couldn't stop it.”

Lex gasped, the realization that Clark was nearly as obsessed with him as he was with Clark sending a fresh thrill of desire along his nerves. This time, Clark's tongue swirled around the leaking tip, a growl of hunger rumbling as he collected the fresh drops of pre-come.

“I never allowed myself to seek you out in your more private moments on purpose though. I haven't seen you naked since I got my vision under control. You're even sexier than I remember.” Clark blew softly over Lex's cock, watching it jerk at the touch of cool air. “Remember the beginning of my sophomore year, those unexplained fires? That was the start of another new ability. Heat vision. At first, sex was the trigger. Between my confusing feelings for you, and Lana, and my jealousy over Desiree, it's a miracle the whole town didn't incinerate.”

“Clark.” Lex really didn't want to think about black widow number one right at this moment, the false lust that had drawn him to her nothing in comparison to the need he felt for the brunette teasing his tongue down the shaft of his aching length.

“I know, I don't like to think about her, either. Or any of the others. I wish I'd had my latest power before Helen, maybe I could have found out what she was up to. When I was blind, my super-hearing kicked in. I can hear for miles, if I tune in.” Another groan, another swipe of tongue. “I can hear your heart, Lex, so fast. I float, sometimes, when I dream. I think I'll fly someday.”

Clark's tongue slid down. His voice had grown sad again, wistful. Lex was torn between letting Clark continue, and reaching to try to pull him upward, force him to tell him what was wrong. But, then, he couldn't really force him to do anything, could he? Not without those painful met- Kryptonite.

“Shit, Clark. Baby, wait…you don't have to-”

“I do, Lex. It's weirdly easy this way. With the taste of you in my mouth. Just let me?”

Groan of defeat, Lex let his head thump back against the pillows. Hum of thanks from between his legs, the erotic brush of lips over the sparse patch of auburn curls.

“My father, my birth father, wants me to take over the planet. Says it's my destiny. That's why I wasn't at your wedding. He wanted to take me away, threatened everyone I cared about. So, I blew up the ship we had in the cellar, the ship I came down in. It was how he communicated with me. I thought it would stop him.” Lex felt the soft splash of wet on his groin, let go of the headboard to reach down and card a hand through damp hair. “I just ended up hurting everyone, anyway. The blast from the ship…I'm the reason Mom lost the baby. My Dad was so angry. And you were gone, and then missing, and I was so alone, so full of guilt.”

Lex pets softer, deeper, other hand dropping now to rub along a shoulder. He wants to pull Clark up to him, hold him, wipe away the tears he feels dampening his skin. Knows Clark won't allow it. This is the only way he'll tell this tale, with his eyes hidden, face buried away between Lex’s thighs. This is the cost of the truth of him, and Lex will pay it. Just enough pressing of lips to throbbing flesh added in to the tally to keep him confused; how can he still be hard, when he hears the pain threaded through that deep, young, not-so-innocent voice.

“I ran away. The same day you were declared missing. Remember those times I wasn't quite me? When I borrowed the Ferrari, and asked you to run away with me, the day I yelled at you to back off, with Chloe hanging from my neck, tongue halfway down my throat? There's another type of Kryptonite, red ones. They make me act on impulse, take away the pain, my inhibitions. The school ring had them in it, so I hunted one down. Let it take away the guilt, the shame. It let me forget who I was, who I was expected to be. I became Kal. A half-step. But I couldn't forget you, even when he was in control.”

Lex thought of Louis, thought of the madness that had started on that island. How he still hoped Clark would save him one more time, impossible as it was. Gasped at the feel of a wet fingertip sliding down, over his perineum. Weight of Clark's free arm across his stomach, keeping his movement limited.

“I learned a lot in three months in Metropolis. The club scene was everything you described, Lex, and the me I was learned just how to fit. Learned how to rule.”

Lex groaned at the thought of Clark in one of the clubs he'd frequented during his misspent youth, draped in leather and silk, writhing in the throngs of half-dressed bodies. A God among mortals. Worshipped. How could they not? I do.

“I never fucked them. Never did more than touch. They weren't you. No matter how much I tried to imagine it was you, touching me, sucking me. It didn't last beyond the first orgasm. When I saw their eyes, glazed and bright with neon. It wasn't your soul I saw, wasn't your strength, your pain. Your heart. I was alone, and knew you were, too. It killed me that I couldn't get to you.” Clark slipped his finger further down, following its path with his tongue, wetting that dark, hidden space. Lex bit back the whimper that built in his throat, spread his legs wider as he felt slick circling around that furl of muscle. Quick prod of tongue before it traced back up to his cock. “Even when I came back home, even as I became myself again, tried to fix things where I could, I didn't stop feeling you were out there. And then, there you were. And everything was right again. The sun gives me my power, but I still felt like I was trapped in the darkness I had created. You brought the sun back to me. When you showed up on the farm that day, I felt I finally had the strength to get through it all.”

“Oh, God, Clark. Baby, I missed you, even as I fought against ghosts, even as I tried to come home to you. Helen, she…she was a mistake. I knew it before she even moved in, but she was so much like you, a you I could have. A you that wanted me. I let myself believe I loved her, but it was all hollow.”

“God, Lex.” Finger pressing in, slowly, mouth sliding down, wet heat engulfing his cock, and Lex rocked into the touch, up into the suction. Groaned when that mouth pulled away. “Lex, I wanted to save you from your father, from Belle Reve. I did. I didn't want to lose you again when you'd just come back to me. When you'd just got back home. But, I was scared, and then I failed, and I was too late.”

“Shh, Clark, no. I told you, I understand. I don't blame you for that.”

“I love you, Lex.”

“Clark. Oh, Clark, I love you, too.” Victoria, Desiree, Helen, and this is the first time he's said it to a partner and meant it. “I love you, too. How could I not?”

Lex knew he was even more fucked up than he'd thought. Aroused by Clark’s power, and still just as aroused by Clark’s truth, painful as it was. Those tears turned him on just as much as the strong arm pinning him in place. There was not a single thing about this boy that didn't have the power to harden him, make him ache.

Now, he does pull Clark up to him, half-amazed that Clark allows it. Feels that thick finger still sliding slowly in and out of him as the brunette hovers over him, green eyes bright behind the sheen of tears as he stares down at him. Lex slides his hand back into those curls he'll never tire of feeling between his fingers, tugs Clark's head down to capture plush lips with his own. Dad was wrong. Love is a strength. He will never know how strong it makes a person. I almost pity him for it.

“I mean it, Clark, despite everything I've been taught by my father to believe, I love you.” Lex breathes the words out between kisses, arching up to press himself against Clark. Moans into his mouth as he feels another thick finger slip into him, stretching him. “Fuck. And it's not a weakness, like he tried to make me think. You, the way I feel for you, it makes me stronger. You make me better, Clark.”

Clark kisses him harder, tongue delving deeper into his mouth, seemingly driven by Lex's declaration. The fingers within him pick up speed and Lex hooks his legs around Clark's back, pushing down to pull the brunette flush against him, their cocks brushing against one another. The feel of Clark's pre-come slicking along his skin ramps his need impossibly higher. He wrenches his mouth away from Clark's, trailing his lips along his jaw to nip harshly at his earlobe, knowing it won't hurt his lover.

“God, I will never let anyone hurt you, Clark. You're mine, and protect what's mine. Now, take me, Clark. Fuck me.” Lex gasps as Clark's fingers scissor him open, his cock throbbing with need. “I've been yours in every other way since you saved me, baby. You have my heart, my loyalty, my very soul, Clark. Make your last claim on me and take my body, too.”

“Jesus, Lex. I never expected you to be such a romantic.” Clark's voice is deeper, husky with his own desire, and Lex's cock twitches at the sound of it. Clark briefly finds his mouth again and he lets out a whine of protest as those glorious fingers leave him empty. “I swear, Lex, I'll never let him hurt you again. Lionel has caused you too much pain, and we will make him pay. I promise.”

“I know, Clark. I know.” Lex felt his heart swell even as his body ached. “We will. Later. Now, will you please. Fuck. Me.”

Clark let out a low growl, so full of hunger and possessiveness that it sent a shudder down Lex's spine. He clutched uselessly at Clark's shoulders as the brunette sat up on his knees.

“Clark-”

“Gonna need more than just spit to fit me inside your tight, pretty, little hole, Lex. Lube?”

Another shudder.

“Jesus Christ! Who taught you to talk like that, Clark? I'll buy them an island.” Lex reached down to squeeze the base of his cock, staving off his impending orgasm. “You're the one with built-in x-ray specs, put ‘em to use.”

Lex watched as Clark smirked down at him, then squinted his eyes as he scanned the room. Ghost of a breeze over his sweaty skin, and Clark was looming back over him, bottle in hand.

“That is a very interesting set of toys you've got in that chest, Lex.”

“Yeah? Don't worry, I've got more back at the mansion. Now,” taking matters into his own hands, quite literally, Lex snatched the bottle of lube from Clark and popped the cap, squirting a decent amount into the palm of his free hand. Reaching down between them, Lex wrapped his slick hand around the steely girth of Clark's cock, smirking at Clark's groan as he stroked the thick shaft. Lex spread himself wider as he angled Clark's cock down towards his waiting entrance, “make love to me, Clark. Fuck me. Make me feel it.”

Lex melted into the tender kiss Clark bestowed on him as he pushed forward, his moan of fulfillment vibrating over their tangling tongues. He slid his hand up into Clark's hair, anchoring that sweet mouth against his own, letting the burn of the stretch wash over him. He had never felt like this, so cherished, so safe. Clark eased his way into him slowly, carefully, inching his thick cock deeper until he was fully seated within him. He had expected hard, fast, rough; fucking. This was everything he'd never had with any other partner. Sweet, gentle, loving; worship. He could feel the restrained power coursing through Clark as he held himself still, not wanting to hurt Lex by moving too soon.

Forcing his mouth away from Clark's, the sting of pain transforming into a trembling, needful pleasure, Lex licked a line along Clark's jaw.

“God, Clark. Waited for this, for you. Perfect.” Lex felt the whispered words cause a tremor to run through the brunette, and he squirmed beneath Clark's broad body. “Move, baby. Please. Fuck. Need you to move. Don't hold back.”

Clark groaned, a sound of aroused relief, and Lex let his legs be hefted up around his waist as he pulled back.

“Oh, Lex”, Clark's voice was a gruff, rumbling sound, thick with held back need, and Lex knew that voice would be imprinted in his brain, fodder for future masturbatory fantasies. Slow, fluid thrust forward, back into his pliant, willing body. “So fucking perfect. Thought about this so much, baby. And, it's so much better than I imagined.”

“Faster, Clark, please.” Lex ached for release, and threw out any lingering reservations he may have had about begging. He had the only person he'd ever loved finally in his arms, in his bed, in his body, and he let go of the last of the restraints his father had bound him with for so long. Lionel never understood the freedom of giving oneself over to someone else. Never trusted anyone enough to know they would give you exactly what you needed. “Please, baby, make me come. Fuck me, Clark. Hard, fast. Wanna feel you lose control with me.”

“Don't…fuck…don't want to hurt you, Lex.” Clark was still keeping his thrusts slow, an in and out that tortured them both. “Too precious to me. Can't.”

“That's exactly why I know you won't hurt me, Clark. Trust your body, like I trust you. God, Clark, please.” Lex writhed, pushing down to meet Clark's unhurried thrust, striving to urge him into a faster pace. His heels pressed hard against Clark's lower back to pull him deeper. “Please, baby, need it. I need to feel you, all of you. All that you are. I can take it.”

Clark growled, giving in, and Lex let out a surprised yelp of pleasure as Clark slammed into him. Clark's head dipped down to Lex's neck, teeth worrying the skin there as he rode into him, fast and hard, hands sliding up Lex's sides before reaching up to grasp tightly to the headboard.

“Fuck! Yeah, that's it, baby. There's my Clark.” Lex clutched at Clark, one hand tangled in dark hair, nails of the other digging into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood on anyone else. He held tight and reveled in the brutal pace Clark was working up to. “Jesus, yes! Yours, Clark, show me I'm yours.”

His cock throbbed painfully between them, neglected of touch but so close to bursting, as Clark tried his best to fuck Lex through the mattress. He felt Clark shift mid-thrust, and let out a yell that made him appreciate the penthouse's soundproofing as the head of the thick cock spearing into him pressed against his prostate.

“Clark! Oh, God!” Lex moaned loudly as Clark steadily thrusted into him, cock weeping as Clark's abs rubbed along the length with each stroke. Who would have thought that shy, virginal, wholesome Clark Kent would be seconds away from giving jaded, worldly, ‘toured his way through the best brothels of Europe and Asia for his eighteenth birthday’ Lex Luthor the most amazing orgasm of his life? “God, fuck, gonna come, baby. Love you so fucking much, Clark, Jesus!”

Clark lifted his head and met Lex's gaze, green eyes flashing like flame for a fraction of a second, his thrusts becoming more determined as he stared down at Lex.

“Do it, Lex. Wanna see you. Show me, baby.” Clark captured Lex's mouth in a quick, thorough kiss, his pace never faltering. “Come for me, Lex, and be mine.”

“Oh, holy fuck!”

Lex arched up against Clark as his orgasm slammed into him, sticky warmth spreading between them as he came. God, I'm in trouble. He dominated me without effort. And I don't even care.

As Lex tightened around him, Clark's hips stuttered to a stop, a loud groan voicing his own climax. Lex moaned weakly as he felt the heat of Clark's seed filling him, his cock spurting once more at how claimed he felt. He knew the mark Clark had suckled into his skin would linger for a day or so, even with his advanced healing, and now he was marked from within.

Spent, both of them collapsed back to the mattress, Lex still clutching Clark close even as he slowly softened within him. Mindful of his weight, Clark rolled them so that he was laying back on the bed, Lex spread out on top of him.

“That. That was amazing, Lex. I never thought it could feel like that.”

“Mm. Neither did I, honestly.” Lex lifted himself up so that he was straddling the brunette, regretting the loss of fullness as Clark's cock slipped out of him. Looking down at the beautiful boy beneath him, he realized they would need another shower before he drove Clark back to Smallville. Shame. The fucked-out look works on him. “It's never been like that for me with anyone before.”

“Really?” Clark's smug smile had Lex shaking his head.

“Really, Clark. Guess love does make a difference to sex.” Lex reached out and brushed Clark's sweat-tousled bangs out of his face. “I meant what I said, all of it. I'm yours. You're mine. And I won't ever let anyone hurt you, including myself.”

“So did I, Lex. We belong to each other, and I will always keep you safe. Especially from him.”

Lex felt a shift and looked to the side, his eyes widening as the space between them and the bed grew.

“Uh, huh. Looks like you weren't kidding about that floating thing. Thought you said it only happened when you slept?”

Clark looked over and shrugged, a light blush tinting his cheeks.

“It's never happened when I was awake before. Guess I must feel at peace right now. You know my secret, and you don't hate me, and we just had really spectacular sex.”

Lex chuckled lightly, balancing himself on Clark as he leaned forward to kiss him.

“Well, mind getting us down from here so we can clean up and I can take you home? The sooner we get you out of Metropolis, the safer you'll be.”

“I'm not worried about Lionel, Lex. Between the two of us, we'll have him locked up where he belongs in no time.”

Lex grunted softly as they landed back on the mattress, and climbed off his young lover, stretching gingerly as the exertion of their lovemaking set in.

“I appreciate the vote of confidence, Clark. Now, how about you put that super-speed to use and maybe we can get back to Smallville before dark.”

“Sure thing, Lex, but um...clothes?”

Lex turned in the doorway of the bathroom, sight quickly tracking along the floor to the pile of green-tinged fabric a few feet away. He made a mental note to have the clothing sent down to the incinerator before they left. Looking back at Clark, a small smirk tugged at his lips.

“A Luthor is always prepared, Clark. End of the closet, on the left. There should be plenty to choose from that will fit you.”

“You…you have clothes my size in your closet?”

“Okay, maybe, every six months I order a small wardrobe of things in whatever your current size is sent over. In case your parents ever allow you to come away on a trip, or I get a chance to finally shower you with gifts.” Lex's look turned slightly sheepish. “I might be a little obsessed.”

Clark's smile was beaming.

“It's okay. I might be a little obsessed, too.” Keeping his distance from the soiled lab coat and stretchy shorts, Clark crossed over to the bathroom. Dipping his head to capture Lex's mouth in a slow, searching, kiss, Clark wrapped his arms around Lex, lifting the slighter man up into his embrace. “C’mon, let's get going. If we get back early enough, I can still come by the mansion later. We can…snuggle.”

“Luthor’s don't snuggle.”

“I think I know one who does.” Clark pecked a quick kiss on Lex's nose as he carried him into the shower. It had been a long, painful, amazing day, and Clark couldn't think of a better way to end it than wheedling his parents into letting him stay over at Lex's, so he could spend a few hours sleeping in the arms of the man he loved. “Besides, snuggling can lead to other things, and I think I'd like to be in that humongous bed you have in the castle when you take me for the first time.”

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