Fic 7/12: Smallville/DCU (Clark/Lex)
Title: Set it Free
Author: SM
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Fandom: Smallville/DCU
Spoilers: None
Warnings: character death (not Clex), established S&M relationship
Word Count: 1099
Summary: Clark loves Lois, but he needs Lex.
Author's Note: Sequel to Special K. You need to read that first.
The penthouse was dark when Lex got home. He didn't know if it was because of the storm or if Clark hadn't bothered with the lights, but he didn't try to ascertain the difference because it was irrelevant. He left his briefcase and jacket on the sofa and walked down the long hallway to the security door that had been ripped away.
Clark had obviously waited to poison himself until he'd gotten this far. Lex could appreciate the foresight, lack of will had never been Clark's problem.
Dim emergency lighting illuminated the next passage and the empty pill bottle crunched under Lex's shoe, announcing his presence to the crumpled body on the floor beside the still secure lab door.
Perfect obedience.
Lex would forgive the overdose. It was a minor inconvenience and could be overlooked under the circumstances. Clark was Romeo grieving for his Juliet after all.
His grief was beautiful and Lex had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself, to keep from opening his pants and jacking off all over Clark's tear stained face. Clark was still covered in dirt and blood, Lois's blood, but his own tears and sweat were slowly washing her away. Lex didn't need to soil him again.
Clark's fingers brushed Lex's ankle.
Clark was in agony, he'd almost processed all the kryptonite powder he could handle, so Lex carefully squatted in front of Clark.
"Lex... please..."
Lex caressed his dirty hair and kissed each wet eyelid. "Do you want to die, Clark?" His voice was clear and cold as steel. His thumb wiped at the blood on Clark's mouth and licked it off before wiping the slick pad over Clark's lips again.
Clark's breathe stuttered and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. “I can’t--”
Lex replaced his thumb with two fingers and pushed them into Clark's mouth. "You don't deserve to die," he said softly before he pushed into Clark's throat. Clark retched and Lex turned him away to vomit the poison on the concrete. Lex kept him gagging until he was sure there was nothing left but bile burning Clark's throat. "You need to be punished, Clark. You let her die and this is what you deserve."
What they both deserved.
Lois made love to Clark, but Lex made him beg and bleed.
That had never stopped.
Lex opened his pants and took out his aching cock. He pressed it between Clark's lips and forced him down. Clark started choking immediately, but Lex knew he wouldn't fight or stop. "Yes, all of it," he groaned, "all the way in your throat, Clark."
Any other man would've suffocated, but Clark didn't so much as twitch against the iron grip Lex had on his head. His throat convulsed around Lex's shaft and it was unfortunate that Lex hadn't relieved himself earlier when he was tempted. He only had to pump his hips a few times before semen flooded Clark's gullet.
He released Clark's head and hissed, "Swallow," before the coughing fit started.
Clark obeyed, chest heaving as he struggled. Lex again allowed himself a few indulgent moments to enjoy the raspy whimpers that escaped. Lex gently wrapped his fingers around Clark's throat. "Does it hurt?" he asked.
He almost feared that it was too much, that Clark was so tormented by the kryptonite that none of this mattered, but Clark's throat clicked as he swallowed and the new pain that suddenly registered bloomed over his face. "Yes," he croaked, grimacing at the raw sensation.
Lex stood and straightened his clothes. "Scream her name now, Clark, feel how much it hurts while you still can."
Clark reached for him again. "Lex?"
"You left the syringe in the desk," Lex said, walking away.
Clark's wail sounded inhuman. "No... please..."
"No? Do you want me to take you in the lab instead? Should I tie you to the table and cut you open like before?" Lex's voice didn't waver but if Clark's vision cleared he would see Lex shaking from the memory.
He had only done it once, when Jonathan Kent died. Clark was overcome with grief and Lex took advantage of his trust. He tortured Clark to his breaking point and then left him there all night, screaming in the dark and letting the pain bleed out.
Lex was hard again, his cock insistently reminding him of how much he had enjoyed that night.
But.
"You're being punished," Lex reminded him. "You don't get what you want."
He smashed the small lights, covering the floor in tiny shards and plunging the passage into darkness. Let Clark crawl through broken glass if he wanted to bleed some more first.
"You're going to enjoy it when I fuck you. You're going to scream my name. You're going to live while her corpse rots in the dirt." Lex pressed his palm against his cock and suppressed a groan.
"Come to bed, Clark."
***
The sun was streaming through the windows and cutting a warm path across their tangled bare legs when Clark finally woke. Lex eased his grip slightly, letting Clark stretch and breathe. He wouldn't feel any pain, not a mark left on him from the night before, and Lex could feel his despair welling up fresh and dark as he pulled Lex back to him.
Because Clark loved Lois, but he needed Lex.
Lex put his hand on Clark’s cheek, forcing their eyes to meet. "I won't leave you, Clark."
He took the chain off the nightstand and put it around Clark's neck. The lead-lined suicide vial settled against his chest and Clark pressed it hard against his skin, eyes wide. It had taken Lex a long time to synthesize anything strong enough to kill Clark in a single dose. It took even longer for him to design a vial that didn’t leak, crack, or get destroyed by anything but Clark, and yet it let Clark feel just a small burn against his breastbone, a constant reminder every day.
This was the moment that would define their future. Lex couldn’t stop Clark from breaking the vial now and letting that bitch win. Nothing could stop him except--
“Clark,” Lex snapped.
Clark blinked and obediently dropped his hand from the vial.
Lex kissed him, then let Clark take control as the kisses turned into possessive bites. "Lex, Lex," Clark rasped, rolling them across the sun warmed sheets.
Lex bared his throat to Clark’s mouth and held Clark’s shuddering body as he came, just from the feel of Lex’s pulse under his tongue.
Lex never had any doubt Clark would always be his.
Author: SM
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Fandom: Smallville/DCU
Spoilers: None
Warnings: character death (not Clex), established S&M relationship
Word Count: 1099
Summary: Clark loves Lois, but he needs Lex.
Author's Note: Sequel to Special K. You need to read that first.
The penthouse was dark when Lex got home. He didn't know if it was because of the storm or if Clark hadn't bothered with the lights, but he didn't try to ascertain the difference because it was irrelevant. He left his briefcase and jacket on the sofa and walked down the long hallway to the security door that had been ripped away.
Clark had obviously waited to poison himself until he'd gotten this far. Lex could appreciate the foresight, lack of will had never been Clark's problem.
Dim emergency lighting illuminated the next passage and the empty pill bottle crunched under Lex's shoe, announcing his presence to the crumpled body on the floor beside the still secure lab door.
Perfect obedience.
Lex would forgive the overdose. It was a minor inconvenience and could be overlooked under the circumstances. Clark was Romeo grieving for his Juliet after all.
His grief was beautiful and Lex had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself, to keep from opening his pants and jacking off all over Clark's tear stained face. Clark was still covered in dirt and blood, Lois's blood, but his own tears and sweat were slowly washing her away. Lex didn't need to soil him again.
Clark's fingers brushed Lex's ankle.
Clark was in agony, he'd almost processed all the kryptonite powder he could handle, so Lex carefully squatted in front of Clark.
"Lex... please..."
Lex caressed his dirty hair and kissed each wet eyelid. "Do you want to die, Clark?" His voice was clear and cold as steel. His thumb wiped at the blood on Clark's mouth and licked it off before wiping the slick pad over Clark's lips again.
Clark's breathe stuttered and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. “I can’t--”
Lex replaced his thumb with two fingers and pushed them into Clark's mouth. "You don't deserve to die," he said softly before he pushed into Clark's throat. Clark retched and Lex turned him away to vomit the poison on the concrete. Lex kept him gagging until he was sure there was nothing left but bile burning Clark's throat. "You need to be punished, Clark. You let her die and this is what you deserve."
What they both deserved.
Lois made love to Clark, but Lex made him beg and bleed.
That had never stopped.
Lex opened his pants and took out his aching cock. He pressed it between Clark's lips and forced him down. Clark started choking immediately, but Lex knew he wouldn't fight or stop. "Yes, all of it," he groaned, "all the way in your throat, Clark."
Any other man would've suffocated, but Clark didn't so much as twitch against the iron grip Lex had on his head. His throat convulsed around Lex's shaft and it was unfortunate that Lex hadn't relieved himself earlier when he was tempted. He only had to pump his hips a few times before semen flooded Clark's gullet.
He released Clark's head and hissed, "Swallow," before the coughing fit started.
Clark obeyed, chest heaving as he struggled. Lex again allowed himself a few indulgent moments to enjoy the raspy whimpers that escaped. Lex gently wrapped his fingers around Clark's throat. "Does it hurt?" he asked.
He almost feared that it was too much, that Clark was so tormented by the kryptonite that none of this mattered, but Clark's throat clicked as he swallowed and the new pain that suddenly registered bloomed over his face. "Yes," he croaked, grimacing at the raw sensation.
Lex stood and straightened his clothes. "Scream her name now, Clark, feel how much it hurts while you still can."
Clark reached for him again. "Lex?"
"You left the syringe in the desk," Lex said, walking away.
Clark's wail sounded inhuman. "No... please..."
"No? Do you want me to take you in the lab instead? Should I tie you to the table and cut you open like before?" Lex's voice didn't waver but if Clark's vision cleared he would see Lex shaking from the memory.
He had only done it once, when Jonathan Kent died. Clark was overcome with grief and Lex took advantage of his trust. He tortured Clark to his breaking point and then left him there all night, screaming in the dark and letting the pain bleed out.
Lex was hard again, his cock insistently reminding him of how much he had enjoyed that night.
But.
"You're being punished," Lex reminded him. "You don't get what you want."
He smashed the small lights, covering the floor in tiny shards and plunging the passage into darkness. Let Clark crawl through broken glass if he wanted to bleed some more first.
"You're going to enjoy it when I fuck you. You're going to scream my name. You're going to live while her corpse rots in the dirt." Lex pressed his palm against his cock and suppressed a groan.
"Come to bed, Clark."
***
The sun was streaming through the windows and cutting a warm path across their tangled bare legs when Clark finally woke. Lex eased his grip slightly, letting Clark stretch and breathe. He wouldn't feel any pain, not a mark left on him from the night before, and Lex could feel his despair welling up fresh and dark as he pulled Lex back to him.
Because Clark loved Lois, but he needed Lex.
Lex put his hand on Clark’s cheek, forcing their eyes to meet. "I won't leave you, Clark."
He took the chain off the nightstand and put it around Clark's neck. The lead-lined suicide vial settled against his chest and Clark pressed it hard against his skin, eyes wide. It had taken Lex a long time to synthesize anything strong enough to kill Clark in a single dose. It took even longer for him to design a vial that didn’t leak, crack, or get destroyed by anything but Clark, and yet it let Clark feel just a small burn against his breastbone, a constant reminder every day.
This was the moment that would define their future. Lex couldn’t stop Clark from breaking the vial now and letting that bitch win. Nothing could stop him except--
“Clark,” Lex snapped.
Clark blinked and obediently dropped his hand from the vial.
Lex kissed him, then let Clark take control as the kisses turned into possessive bites. "Lex, Lex," Clark rasped, rolling them across the sun warmed sheets.
Lex bared his throat to Clark’s mouth and held Clark’s shuddering body as he came, just from the feel of Lex’s pulse under his tongue.
Lex never had any doubt Clark would always be his.