New Fic: "Cookie Dough And Mushrooms", SV, CLex, mild NC-17
Title: Cookie Dough And Mushrooms
Author: Bev *too*
Beta: Sam, aka Tony
Fandom/Pairing: Smallville, CLex
Rating: mild NC-17
Spoilers: none
Warnings: fluff, mpreg - don't like it? Run ... you still have time!
Summary: Lex is in a weird condition ... and it's all Clark's fault
A/N: This bunny came hopping to Sam one night. She allowed me to take it home with me because it had a big pink fluff bow around its neck *grins*. I introduced it to my Bob7 and they got along SO very well. And here is the result. Enjoy.
Driving the porcelain bus.
Feeding the fish.
Praying to the porcelain gods.
Lex doesn't know how many phrases exist to describe his current situation but he knows that this is not a pleasant experience.
Since waking up about five minutes ago he has the feeling that his inner organs were trying to crawl out through his mouth. A large hand on his back startles him at first but then he relaxes into the familiar warmth of his lover.
"Lex? What's wrong?" Clark's voice sounds warm and sleepy, and Lex wants nothing more than to wrap himself up in that voice and go back to bed. With his stomach and everything else still in place if possible, thank you. He turns his head slightly, gazing up at Clark. "Guess something last night didn't quite agree with me," he murmurs, flushing the toilet and getting up.
Strangely he feels better now. Well, no wonder, he thinks dryly, there is nothing left in his stomach that could cause trouble any more. He rinses his mouth, turns around, and presses himself close to Clark, enjoying the warmth and the strength of his alien husband.
"What time is it?" he asks. He closes his eyes, and leans fully on Clark now, trusting that he will keep him upright.
"It's half past six in the morning. Even you don't have to get up so early." Clark's voice is full of love and concern, and Lex smiles, cuddling closer to him.
"So we can go back to bed?" he yawns.
"Sure. Come on, love. Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?"
Lex is tired. So extraordinarily tired, and he just clings to Clark's shoulders. Without hesitation, Clark lifts him up and carries him back into their bedroom where he lays him down gently on their bed.
"I’ll go get you something to drink," Clark murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Lex's forehead. He speeds down into the kitchen, and stands next to the bed again before Lex can mumble an agreement. By now, Lex is used to his husband pulling those stunts. He grabs the glass of water with a grateful smile and takes a few sips. Then he puts it down on the nightstand, and cuddles close to Clark who has rejoined him under the covers.
Clark pulls him close. "Get some rest, love," he whispers, and Lex closes his eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his lover's body and the tiredness in his bones.
~*~
The next morning finds him in the same position, kneeling in front of the toilet, hurling his guts out; his lover next to him, steadying him, comforting him.
"Twice, Lex?" Clark frowns. "That's unusual. Maybe you should go see a doctor."
Lex shakes his head, flushing the toilet and walking over to the sink to rinse his mouth. "I don't think that's necessary, love. I'm already better. See?" Lex turned around to Clark and smiles at him.
Clark's frown deepens but he says nothing, just holds out his hand for Lex. It's 6:34 in the morning, and still too early to get up.
~*~
Clark watches this whole scenario for about a week, then he calls Toby. Every morning his lover jumps out of bed, runs into the adjoining bathroom to get rid of everything he ate the night before, and then he climbs back into bed with him, sleeping a few more hours before he starts the day as if noting unusual has happened.
Of course, Lex isn't too happy about it.
"Why didn't you talk to me, Clark?" Lex looks as if he'd be close to tears and wow ... this is definitely new. "Why didn't you tell me you talked to Toby?"
A single tear is escaping Lex's beautiful blue eyes, and Clark instantly hates himself. He reaches out to touch Lex but he turns away from him. Returns to their bedroom where he sits down heavily on the bed.
"I'm fine, Clark," he tries to ensure his husband, but the frown remains on his lover's beautiful face. "Really, Clark. Totally fine."
Someone clears his throat behind Clark, and with a relieved smile Clark turns around to Toby. Toby, who knows everything about them. Knows everything about Clark's origin and Lex's meteor induced differences.
"Toby, there you are." Clark beams, and he can feel his lover's eyes burn holes in the back of his head.
Toby walks in, puts his incredibly large bag down, and turns his whole attention on Clark, as if Lex isn't even in the same room.
"What's up, Clark?"
In a few well-chosen words Clark describes Lex's symptoms, and is irritated when Toby's smile grows wide.
"If Lex'd been a chick ... I'd say you knocked him up. Morning sickness and mood swings? This sounds like class-A pregnancy symptoms," he snickers, and continues, "But I'd have expected it from you, Clark, with you being alien and all."
Toby turns to Lex so he can't see that Clark pales. Lex's eyes finds his, and it seems as if he can read exactly what Clark is thinking right now.
'Not possible,' Lex mouths to Clark while Toby bows down to open his bag, and grows pale, too, when Clark simply shrugs helplessly.
Because hey, he *is* an alien and how the hell shall he know what is normal for Kryptonian males and what isn’t?
Slowly, he walks over to Lex, sits down next to him, offering comfort and strength simply through his presence.
Toby is very thorough in his examination. He takes Lex's blood pressure, listens to his heart, looks in every orifice Lex has, and finally he takes a few vials of blood. "Just to be sure," he murmurs absentmindedly but Clark has the vague feeling that Toby is ... well, maybe not *quite* sure about the diagnosis but has at least an idea. And as far as he knows Toby ... an idea from him is as good as a diagnosis from any other doctor.
Toby hmms, and mumbles something not even Clark can understand, scribbles something in his little brown book, and something in his big blue book.
"So?" Clark finally asks after what seems to be an hour but which can be in fact not more than fifteen minutes.
"So what?" Toby grumbles back, not even bothering to look up. He's still writing, making notes and little drawings.
"So ... do you know what it is?" Clark clarifies. Toby looks up. His eyes focus on Clark. Then on Lex.
"What did you eat these last few days?" he asks Lex, ignoring Clark.
Lex starts to recall everything he had over the last week, and Clark is impressed. Wow, and he always thought *he* was the one with the extraordinary memory. Seems as if he can still learn a thing or two from Lex.
Another hmm from Toby. "Something new?"
Lex shakes his head. No, nothing. Everything he'd eaten those last few days he'd eaten before. Clark gets hungry listening to all that, and he gets up and saunters down to the kitchen to get himself a bread roll and a cup of coffee. It seems that Toby isn't telling anything important right now, and Clark really needs some caffeine in his system. He's back ten seconds later, the roll already down, leaning in the doorway while Toby makes again some notes.
"Top or bottom?" he now asks, and Clark almost spills his coffee.
What the ...? But Lex just blinks, and answers easily, "Both. You know me, Toby. I always take the best of both worlds." And then he winks at Clark who can feel himself blush furiously. Especially when he sees Toby's shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
"Don't I know, Lex ... but the last few times. Let's say ... about three or four weeks ago. Top or bottom?"
"Bottom," Lex answers without hesitation, and Clark blushes even more. Hell, how is that possible? But he remembers that one special night about three weeks ago. Lex had been insatiable, and they had made love about three or four times that night. Okay, it had been five times, and in the morning Clark was certain that his dick would fall off if he should try to get it up one more time. But Lex had been amazing that night, so no, he wouldn't want to trade that memory for anything in the world.
Now Toby gets up. "Okay. There is one last thing I need. Get dressed, Lex. I want you to come with me to the hospital."
Clark can feel himself grow *really* pale this time, and instinctively he rushes to Lex's side again, grabs his hand and holds it tight. The gesture is not lost on Toby, and suddenly he smiles. It is a nice smile, almost gentle, and it scares the crap out of Clark.
"Just for one last examination. I promise. I want to make an ultrasound."
"Ultrasound?" Lex asks, and Clark hears something close to panic next to the unavoidable curiosity.
Toby nods, and about half an hour later they're at the hospital with Lex half naked on a table, some sticky gel on his stomach, and an ultrasound stick running through it. Left. Right. Middle. Left. Middle. It looks like Toby is looking for something specific. The beaming smile that suddenly crosses his features tells Clark that - whatever it is - he has found it.
"There it is," he murmurs, half to them, half to himself. Well, mostly to himself, because the next thing he says causes Clark to freeze. "Did you already think about a name?"
His mind suddenly is blank. A name? Name? What for? What does they need a name for? Does Lex have a tumor and this is Toby's weird way of dealing with it? But that can't be, right? Because he would ...
"Why don't you look, Clark?" Toby's voice interrupts his thoughts, and Clark startles.
"Look?" he asks back, still stunned.
Toby gestures with his head on Lex's stomach. "Take a look at your child, Clark," he says softly. "I can't say yet whether it's a boy or a girl ... but as far as I can tell, it's healthy."
Child.
Pregnant.
Lex pregnant.
Clark looks at his husband, and he can see tears in his eyes. He shrinks in on himself, whispering again and again, "God, I'm sorry, Lex. I'm so so sorry."
A hand over his mouth stops him. Now he can see the blinding smile under the teary eyes. "Are you out of your fucking mind to apologize for this?" Lex asks him very slowly and very clearly.
The next thing he knows is Toby leaving the examination room, while Lex tries his best to climb into his lap and devour him at the same time. And all those promises of never ending love? Might be the hormones.
~*~
Week 9 according to Toby. He said the vomiting should stop as soon as Lex finishes the first trimester. Only three more weeks to go. Oh joy. Lex climbs to his feet, flushes the toilet, and rinses his mouth before he walks back to Clark on unsteady feet. He falls down next to his husband with a groan, and smiles when he feels Clark's arms close around him, pulling him closer to his beloved alien.
Toby thinks his pregnancy might come from two facts. One: Clark is an alien. No argument in that. Two: Lex was in Smallville the meteorites fell, so he got his DNA altered. Not very much. Just a little bit. But enough to be able to receive a child. A child from a Kryptonian male.
The result is currently only a fair blob on an otherwise dark gray picture. But this blob is enough to bring tears to the eyes of Clark's parents. They had a hard time accepting the fact that not only was their only son gay but also going to marry a Luthor. The last point was something they had in common with Lionel who was also not too thrilled that his one and only heir was about to marry another man which *really* minimized the chances of another little Luthor running around.
But they had to give in. Of course they had to. And now their deepest wish is about to come true. Well, only Martha and Jonathan will know about the origin of their grandchild. Lex will tell Lionel that the child is the result of a one-night-stand. He talked about this with Clark and he's okay with it.
He turns around to glance at the clock. 5:23. He groans, rolls back and falls asleep again.
~*~
Week 13 and finally Lex wakes up and his stomach behaves himself. No urge to run to the bathroom and turn his insides out. Nothing. He is glad. SO glad that he starts to stroke his still sleeping lover tenderly. Arousing him.
With a very content little growl Clark turns around to face him. A sleepy smile is on his lover's face as Lex moves forward to kiss him.
~*~
Week 18.
Clark doesn't know when he had the last good night‘s sleep. He is standing ... no, swaying in his mother's door, gazing up at her, trying to understand what she's saying to him. He can see that her lips are moving but he is too tired to make out the words, super hearing or not.
"Can I stay here for a night, Mom?" he asks.
She looks concerned and simply nods. He stumbles into his old bedroom, drops onto his bed and is asleep before the bed stops bouncing.
He wakes up when it's dark outside. He squints at his watch. It's ten in the night. He arrived here about four hours ago, fleeing from the penthouse in Metropolis, lying through his teeth to his husband about an emergency in Smallville.
Stretching like a cat, he gets up. He's still fully dressed, and frowns. Wow, he must have been more tired than he thought. He gets up, takes a quick shower, dresses again and goes down to the kitchen. His mother is sitting on the table, drinking a tea. She looks up when he comes down, and smiles at him.
"Hey, honey. You feel better?"
He nods, and gives her a quick peck to her cheek. "Much, mom. Can I have a tea, too?"
"Of course, sweetie." She gets up, pours a cup, and shoves it over to him.
"So," she says, softly blowing over her cup to cool the tea, "wanna tell me what's going on?"
He looks up. "What do you mean?"
The question is a mistake. He knows that the second it's out. She narrows her eyes, reaches into her pocket and pulls out six notes. Without a single word she puts them down on the table in front of him. "Those are the calls from your husband. Your *pregnant* husband who's home alone, worrying himself sick about your whereabouts."
Six? Lex is really overprotective.
"Mom. I'm gone for not quite five hours. Don't you think that Lex ..."
His dad interrupts him, entering the kitchen. Seeing Clark awake, he smiles. "Hey buddy. Decided to join us again?"
Clark frowns. "What do you mean? I was asleep for four hours, dad."
His dad casts a quick glance at his mom, who tries in vain to hide her smile behind her cup.
"What?"
Dad clasps one hand down on his shoulder. "Son, you slept for twenty-eight hours!"
Clark can feel his jaw dropping. "Twenty ... what?"
His mother seems to have herself under control again. "You came in here, dead on your feet. You practically fell into your bed and were dead to the world. We thought it best to let you rest."
Clark pales. "Oh god ... Lex!" The messages suddenly make a hell of a lot more sense.
He wants to run over to the phone but a hand on his arm stops him. His dad. "It's okay, son. I talked to him about an hour ago. You can say we had a nice man-to-man talk. And I understand why you're so ... tired."
He hadn’t thought it possible that he could pale even more. Interesting. But there *was* a reason for him being tired. And if his dad knows about this ... a full blown out blush follows, and with a groan he lets his head fall down on the table, careful not to damage it.
"I'm sorry, son," his dad laughs. "But it seems he just had to talk to someone. And it's not as if his own dad is an option."
Clark muffles another moan. Not enough that Lex is so horny that he wants to have sex about three to four times a night - not counting the days - no, now his dad knows about his inability to keep his husband satisfied, too. And he's supposed to have super powers, damnit.
"God, dad, this is so embarrassing," he murmurs.
"Don't be, son," his dad answers. "To be honest ... I felt a little flattered that your ... your husband trusts me with something like that."
Clark's head shoots up. This is the first time his dad had called Lex his husband to his face. His dad smiles at him, his hand is still resting on his shoulder.
"I told him you stayed one more day to help me with the tractor, and that you'll be home tomorrow morning."
Clark hugs his dad tightly. "Thanks, dad," he mumbles, and yawns again. Damn, he's still tired. His mother puts a plate down in front of him. Sandwiches, almost as thick as his hand, and he dugs in hungrily, emptying the plate in about two minutes. A plate filled with four thick pieces of cherry pie with cream follows, and he empties that one, too.
With a very satisfied smile he leans back in his chair, patting his filled stomach gently. "I think I should head back to bed now," he finally says, and his parents nod. Understanding.
Creepy.
He sleeps until his mom wakes him up at six in the morning the next day. About half an hour later he climbs into bed next to his sleeping husband, pulling him close, realizing he missed him like hell.
~*~
Week 21.
"Kara."
"Lilian."
"Juliet."
"Lily."
"Marian."
"Lana."
Clark is short to exploding, and Lex is having fun. He loves teasing his husband with names for their little girl. He knows that Clark isn't too keen on continuing the Luthor family tradition to give their child a name that starts with 'L'.
They have known for four days now that their child is going to be a girl, and for four days they have been arguing about a name.
Lex knows that he loves Clark too much so in the end he's likely to give in to whatever his husband suggests. Doesn't mean he has to make it easy. And spoil his fun. His extreme horniness has subsided a little and they're back to normal - so to speak - which means sex about once or twice a night. Clark sleeps more and better, and his last refuge to his parent's farm was about two weeks ago.
"How about we ask my parents?"
Oh ... low blow. Clark knows that Lex values his parent's opinion very highly now. But he just smiles, crosses his arms before his chest, rests them lightly on his gently protruding belly, and replies, "How about we ask my dad?"
Clark blanches, and Lex knows that for today the discussion is over.
~*~
Week 26.
Lex looks up, caught in the kitchen at 3am - ok so it is *his* kitchen and as such he has every right to be in it so therefore, he feels moved to protest, if only to himself, that 'caught' doesn't actually count - as Clark flips on the light.
"Lex?"
Okay, he was standing in the kitchen in his robe, eyebrows up to his non-existent hairline with a spoon dangling out of his mouth. But he will *not* justify himself to his husband. So he goes for innocent.
"Hmm?"
"What's that?"
"This? Nothing? Just a little after midnight snack, Clark."
Clark peers closer, and Lex knows ... *caught* actually works this time. Because over the last few weeks he managed pretty well to hide his nightly visits to the fridge from his husband. Thanks to his - back to normal but still very extended - sex drive, which leaves Clark sleeping like a dead man.
Usually.
Not tonight though. Should have fucked him, Lex thinks. Not just blown him. Clark's voice interrupts his - very pleasant - thoughts.
"Is that - cookie dough and ... mushrooms?"
Another mouthful, because it really *is* a craving - even if the added spoon is a bit less than dignified. But hey ... it's not as if it is completely his fault, right? He swallows it down, licking his lips, and says, "Cookie dough ice cream actually, but yes. Want some?"
So what if he only offered to see that little snarl as Clark crinkled his nose and backs away. It is cute. And it *is* Clark's fault that Lex is rummaging around his - thankfully fully stocked - kitchen in the wee hours of the morning, so ... yeah, he is entitled to make a little fun of his husband.
"Ah - no. That's just - gross."
"I'm pregnant, Clark," Lex manages to let his voice fairly drip with irony. "I'm pretty sure gross is a requirement in there somewhere."
Clark sighs, walks closer again - though neatly avoiding the Cookie dough Ice Cream with mushrooms - and takes Lex in his arms. "You're right," he breathes against his shoulder where the robe slipped a bit open, revealing naked skin.
Lex shudders slightly. This is good. Skin to skin. It's even better than Cookie Dough with mushrooms. Involuntarily, he presses closer to his husband, and smiles when he can feel him harden against his hip. Quickly, he puts the ice cream back into the fridge again, turns around and covers his lover's erection with his hand.
Interesting that Clark can squeal like that. Belatedly, Lex realizes that he has taken the hand that only seconds ago had held the container with ice and is therefore cold.
*Really* cold if the slightly wilting erection of his lover is anything to go by. But a few strokes and they're back into business.
The rest of the night, Lex enjoys his husband. The ice cream and the mushrooms can wait for another night.
~*~
Week 31
"I'm fat."
"No, you're not."
Lex turns around in front of the mirror, and Clark is highly tempted to simply destroy this offending piece of furniture with a single laser beam from his eyes. But he doesn't. Lex will simply buy a new one and to be honest - it wouldn't solve the problem.
The problem is ... there *is* no problem!
Lex is pregnant. And beautiful. He practically glows, and normally he radiates happiness from every pore, making everyone within a ten feet distance smile.
Except when he looks into a mirror. A full front mirror. Like he does now.
"I am. I can hardly walk anymore. I ... I ... Clark, I *waddle*."
Clark sighs, saves his work for the Planet to his hard drive, and walks over to his unhappy husband. Lovingly, he puts his arms around him. "Lex. You're pregnant with our child. You're beautiful. I love you so much you can't even begin to imagine. There inside your body, our daughter is growing. And there is nothing wrong with you."
Clark can feel that Lex is a little mollified at his words. He leans back in Clark's embrace and Clark tenderly rests his big hands over the swollen midsection of his husband. By accident his gaze falls onto the mirror, and he's electrified. He presses a gentle kiss behind Lex's ear, enjoying the way he shivers against him, and then he murmurs, "Look at us, Lex. Look into the mirror now."
Lex does. And gasps slightly. And Clark knows that Lex understands.
Clark's hands cover his swollen, naked belly, and he can feel his daughter moving under the stretched skin. Lex's eyes sparkle with barely hidden joy, while in Clark's eyes one can see deep and profound love for his family. They complement each other perfectly. Clark is tanned and golden where Lex is pale and creamy. Sun and moon. Perfect.
~*~
Week 37.
Toby hmmms and mumbles and writes and takes notes. Lex is in the hospital again, lying on the table next to the ultrasound again, and fascinated, Clark and Lex watch their daughter on the screen. The little white blob had developed into a full human, with arms and legs and fingers and toes and Lex falls in love all over again.
This is his child. His daughter. His flesh and blood and never ever had he thought that he could love someone so much. He feels Clark by his side. His strength, his warmth, and is once more glad that he met this man. This alien being that managed to change his life so completely. He reaches for Clark's hand, grips it tightly, and smiles when he feels Clark's mouth press a gentle kiss to his knuckles.
He's not prepared for the warm wetness that suddenly falls on his hand. He turns around, and gazes up at Clark, irritated to see tears in his eyes. A single one managed to escape, rolled down his face and splashed on their joined hands.
"Clark?" Lex hates the sound of his voice in this moment. Insecure. Shaking.
"It's our child, Lex," Clark whispers, and something inside of Lex loosens again. His lover sounds almost ... devotional. Like this is the greatest miracle he ever encountered.
And it is. Lex gazes at the screen again, and can feel his own tears forming up behind his eyes.
He wipes them away.
Damn hormones.
~*~
Week 39.
The waiting is torture. The doctors decided to make a c-section. A wise decision considering the fact that Lex has no natural opening through which the baby could slide into this world. They're secret doctors, no doubt highly paid by LexCorp. Or Cadmus Inc. Or whatever.
Jonathan and Martha are pacing the waiting room in the secret clinic in Seattle where they had arrived about two hours ago. They were flown in on Lex's private jet, and had been driven here by a limousine.
Now they are waiting.
Clark had shown up once, telling them everything was fine, and that they were only waiting for Toby to arrive because he had wanted to be there, too. It was only fair given the fact that he had been their doctor through this whole pregnancy.
Toby had arrived about fifteen minutes ago, and was ushered into the OR immediately. They had heard a muffled scream of pain before the doors closed behind Toby.
And now all they can do is wait.
The high-pitched wailing of a baby causes them to stop dead in their tracks, and their heads turn towards the door.
A few minutes later, Clark is walking in with a little bundle in his arms. His face is tear streaked but his eyes are alight in joy.
"Mom, dad, may I introduce you to Lilian Joanna?"
They come closer, and are enchanted the moment they lay eyes on the baby. She's a beauty, with red hair and baby blue eyes. Carefully, Jonathan reaches out to touch her but stops in the last second, casting a questioning gaze at his son.
Clark smiles broadly. "You can touch her, dad. She won't break."
"How's Lex?" Martha asks, gazing at Lilian Joanna, stroking her cheek softly.
"Tired but fine. Toby said he might need a week or two to recover from the c-section but after that he's as good as new. He's sleeping now."
"The hell he is," Toby grumbles as he comes into the waiting room. "Give that ungrateful brat in there his baby back or he will drive every nurse insane."
But Toby's eyes sparkle, and there is a hidden laughter in his voice. With a smile, Clark turns around, and disappears with his daughter behind the door, leaving Martha, Jonathan and Toby alone.
"I need a drink," Toby finally announces. He looks at Jonathan and Martha. "Care to join me? The little family needs some rest."
They nod, and follow Toby outside the door because he says he knows a little diner just down the road that has the most amazing pie they ever tasted.
"Well, you never tasted Marta's," Jonathan says almost insulted, and Toby just laughs.
~*~
Four years later.
Lex can't concentrate when his family isn't with him. He knows that his behavior is almost a little bit childish but given the fact that over the last years he was *never* separated from either his husband or his daughter, he simply can't rest peacefully when they're not with him.
Clark was visiting his parents. Together with LJ, as they call their daughter, and they should be home soon. She is almost four years old now, and has both their daddies - and the rest of the family also - wrapped around her little finger. She's smart, clever, intelligent, and inherited the beauty of her daddy Clark. Including his green eyes.
In the next second he can hear the little 'ding' of the penthouse's elevator and with a squealing "Papa!" LJ storms out of the elevator and into his waiting arms. He grabs her, swings her up, and finally embraces her tightly.
God, he's such a sap. She was gone for less than twelve hours. He looks over her shoulder, and sees Clark. Clark with his heavily swollen belly, carrying their second child. Toby had laughed himself silly when it had been Clark this time hanging over the loo every morning.
"Tit for tat, huh, Lex?" he had said before dissolving into another bout of laughter.
Lucky for Clark, his morning sickness had been the only evidence of pregnancy. There were no hormones running wild, no excessive lovemakings, no weird eating behavior.
Two more weeks and their second child would be here. A son. Lex remembers the long discussion they had for weeks after finding out the gender with a certain fondness. Finally, after long arguments and lots of make-up sex they had agreed on Leopold Cedric, short Leo.
Now Lex walks over to his husband to give him a tender kiss, all the while holding his precious daughter carefully. "Welcome home, love," he murmurs.
End
Author: Bev *too*
Beta: Sam, aka Tony
Fandom/Pairing: Smallville, CLex
Rating: mild NC-17
Spoilers: none
Warnings: fluff, mpreg - don't like it? Run ... you still have time!
Summary: Lex is in a weird condition ... and it's all Clark's fault
A/N: This bunny came hopping to Sam one night. She allowed me to take it home with me because it had a big pink fluff bow around its neck *grins*. I introduced it to my Bob7 and they got along SO very well. And here is the result. Enjoy.
Driving the porcelain bus.
Feeding the fish.
Praying to the porcelain gods.
Lex doesn't know how many phrases exist to describe his current situation but he knows that this is not a pleasant experience.
Since waking up about five minutes ago he has the feeling that his inner organs were trying to crawl out through his mouth. A large hand on his back startles him at first but then he relaxes into the familiar warmth of his lover.
"Lex? What's wrong?" Clark's voice sounds warm and sleepy, and Lex wants nothing more than to wrap himself up in that voice and go back to bed. With his stomach and everything else still in place if possible, thank you. He turns his head slightly, gazing up at Clark. "Guess something last night didn't quite agree with me," he murmurs, flushing the toilet and getting up.
Strangely he feels better now. Well, no wonder, he thinks dryly, there is nothing left in his stomach that could cause trouble any more. He rinses his mouth, turns around, and presses himself close to Clark, enjoying the warmth and the strength of his alien husband.
"What time is it?" he asks. He closes his eyes, and leans fully on Clark now, trusting that he will keep him upright.
"It's half past six in the morning. Even you don't have to get up so early." Clark's voice is full of love and concern, and Lex smiles, cuddling closer to him.
"So we can go back to bed?" he yawns.
"Sure. Come on, love. Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?"
Lex is tired. So extraordinarily tired, and he just clings to Clark's shoulders. Without hesitation, Clark lifts him up and carries him back into their bedroom where he lays him down gently on their bed.
"I’ll go get you something to drink," Clark murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Lex's forehead. He speeds down into the kitchen, and stands next to the bed again before Lex can mumble an agreement. By now, Lex is used to his husband pulling those stunts. He grabs the glass of water with a grateful smile and takes a few sips. Then he puts it down on the nightstand, and cuddles close to Clark who has rejoined him under the covers.
Clark pulls him close. "Get some rest, love," he whispers, and Lex closes his eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his lover's body and the tiredness in his bones.
~*~
The next morning finds him in the same position, kneeling in front of the toilet, hurling his guts out; his lover next to him, steadying him, comforting him.
"Twice, Lex?" Clark frowns. "That's unusual. Maybe you should go see a doctor."
Lex shakes his head, flushing the toilet and walking over to the sink to rinse his mouth. "I don't think that's necessary, love. I'm already better. See?" Lex turned around to Clark and smiles at him.
Clark's frown deepens but he says nothing, just holds out his hand for Lex. It's 6:34 in the morning, and still too early to get up.
~*~
Clark watches this whole scenario for about a week, then he calls Toby. Every morning his lover jumps out of bed, runs into the adjoining bathroom to get rid of everything he ate the night before, and then he climbs back into bed with him, sleeping a few more hours before he starts the day as if noting unusual has happened.
Of course, Lex isn't too happy about it.
"Why didn't you talk to me, Clark?" Lex looks as if he'd be close to tears and wow ... this is definitely new. "Why didn't you tell me you talked to Toby?"
A single tear is escaping Lex's beautiful blue eyes, and Clark instantly hates himself. He reaches out to touch Lex but he turns away from him. Returns to their bedroom where he sits down heavily on the bed.
"I'm fine, Clark," he tries to ensure his husband, but the frown remains on his lover's beautiful face. "Really, Clark. Totally fine."
Someone clears his throat behind Clark, and with a relieved smile Clark turns around to Toby. Toby, who knows everything about them. Knows everything about Clark's origin and Lex's meteor induced differences.
"Toby, there you are." Clark beams, and he can feel his lover's eyes burn holes in the back of his head.
Toby walks in, puts his incredibly large bag down, and turns his whole attention on Clark, as if Lex isn't even in the same room.
"What's up, Clark?"
In a few well-chosen words Clark describes Lex's symptoms, and is irritated when Toby's smile grows wide.
"If Lex'd been a chick ... I'd say you knocked him up. Morning sickness and mood swings? This sounds like class-A pregnancy symptoms," he snickers, and continues, "But I'd have expected it from you, Clark, with you being alien and all."
Toby turns to Lex so he can't see that Clark pales. Lex's eyes finds his, and it seems as if he can read exactly what Clark is thinking right now.
'Not possible,' Lex mouths to Clark while Toby bows down to open his bag, and grows pale, too, when Clark simply shrugs helplessly.
Because hey, he *is* an alien and how the hell shall he know what is normal for Kryptonian males and what isn’t?
Slowly, he walks over to Lex, sits down next to him, offering comfort and strength simply through his presence.
Toby is very thorough in his examination. He takes Lex's blood pressure, listens to his heart, looks in every orifice Lex has, and finally he takes a few vials of blood. "Just to be sure," he murmurs absentmindedly but Clark has the vague feeling that Toby is ... well, maybe not *quite* sure about the diagnosis but has at least an idea. And as far as he knows Toby ... an idea from him is as good as a diagnosis from any other doctor.
Toby hmms, and mumbles something not even Clark can understand, scribbles something in his little brown book, and something in his big blue book.
"So?" Clark finally asks after what seems to be an hour but which can be in fact not more than fifteen minutes.
"So what?" Toby grumbles back, not even bothering to look up. He's still writing, making notes and little drawings.
"So ... do you know what it is?" Clark clarifies. Toby looks up. His eyes focus on Clark. Then on Lex.
"What did you eat these last few days?" he asks Lex, ignoring Clark.
Lex starts to recall everything he had over the last week, and Clark is impressed. Wow, and he always thought *he* was the one with the extraordinary memory. Seems as if he can still learn a thing or two from Lex.
Another hmm from Toby. "Something new?"
Lex shakes his head. No, nothing. Everything he'd eaten those last few days he'd eaten before. Clark gets hungry listening to all that, and he gets up and saunters down to the kitchen to get himself a bread roll and a cup of coffee. It seems that Toby isn't telling anything important right now, and Clark really needs some caffeine in his system. He's back ten seconds later, the roll already down, leaning in the doorway while Toby makes again some notes.
"Top or bottom?" he now asks, and Clark almost spills his coffee.
What the ...? But Lex just blinks, and answers easily, "Both. You know me, Toby. I always take the best of both worlds." And then he winks at Clark who can feel himself blush furiously. Especially when he sees Toby's shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
"Don't I know, Lex ... but the last few times. Let's say ... about three or four weeks ago. Top or bottom?"
"Bottom," Lex answers without hesitation, and Clark blushes even more. Hell, how is that possible? But he remembers that one special night about three weeks ago. Lex had been insatiable, and they had made love about three or four times that night. Okay, it had been five times, and in the morning Clark was certain that his dick would fall off if he should try to get it up one more time. But Lex had been amazing that night, so no, he wouldn't want to trade that memory for anything in the world.
Now Toby gets up. "Okay. There is one last thing I need. Get dressed, Lex. I want you to come with me to the hospital."
Clark can feel himself grow *really* pale this time, and instinctively he rushes to Lex's side again, grabs his hand and holds it tight. The gesture is not lost on Toby, and suddenly he smiles. It is a nice smile, almost gentle, and it scares the crap out of Clark.
"Just for one last examination. I promise. I want to make an ultrasound."
"Ultrasound?" Lex asks, and Clark hears something close to panic next to the unavoidable curiosity.
Toby nods, and about half an hour later they're at the hospital with Lex half naked on a table, some sticky gel on his stomach, and an ultrasound stick running through it. Left. Right. Middle. Left. Middle. It looks like Toby is looking for something specific. The beaming smile that suddenly crosses his features tells Clark that - whatever it is - he has found it.
"There it is," he murmurs, half to them, half to himself. Well, mostly to himself, because the next thing he says causes Clark to freeze. "Did you already think about a name?"
His mind suddenly is blank. A name? Name? What for? What does they need a name for? Does Lex have a tumor and this is Toby's weird way of dealing with it? But that can't be, right? Because he would ...
"Why don't you look, Clark?" Toby's voice interrupts his thoughts, and Clark startles.
"Look?" he asks back, still stunned.
Toby gestures with his head on Lex's stomach. "Take a look at your child, Clark," he says softly. "I can't say yet whether it's a boy or a girl ... but as far as I can tell, it's healthy."
Child.
Pregnant.
Lex pregnant.
Clark looks at his husband, and he can see tears in his eyes. He shrinks in on himself, whispering again and again, "God, I'm sorry, Lex. I'm so so sorry."
A hand over his mouth stops him. Now he can see the blinding smile under the teary eyes. "Are you out of your fucking mind to apologize for this?" Lex asks him very slowly and very clearly.
The next thing he knows is Toby leaving the examination room, while Lex tries his best to climb into his lap and devour him at the same time. And all those promises of never ending love? Might be the hormones.
~*~
Week 9 according to Toby. He said the vomiting should stop as soon as Lex finishes the first trimester. Only three more weeks to go. Oh joy. Lex climbs to his feet, flushes the toilet, and rinses his mouth before he walks back to Clark on unsteady feet. He falls down next to his husband with a groan, and smiles when he feels Clark's arms close around him, pulling him closer to his beloved alien.
Toby thinks his pregnancy might come from two facts. One: Clark is an alien. No argument in that. Two: Lex was in Smallville the meteorites fell, so he got his DNA altered. Not very much. Just a little bit. But enough to be able to receive a child. A child from a Kryptonian male.
The result is currently only a fair blob on an otherwise dark gray picture. But this blob is enough to bring tears to the eyes of Clark's parents. They had a hard time accepting the fact that not only was their only son gay but also going to marry a Luthor. The last point was something they had in common with Lionel who was also not too thrilled that his one and only heir was about to marry another man which *really* minimized the chances of another little Luthor running around.
But they had to give in. Of course they had to. And now their deepest wish is about to come true. Well, only Martha and Jonathan will know about the origin of their grandchild. Lex will tell Lionel that the child is the result of a one-night-stand. He talked about this with Clark and he's okay with it.
He turns around to glance at the clock. 5:23. He groans, rolls back and falls asleep again.
~*~
Week 13 and finally Lex wakes up and his stomach behaves himself. No urge to run to the bathroom and turn his insides out. Nothing. He is glad. SO glad that he starts to stroke his still sleeping lover tenderly. Arousing him.
With a very content little growl Clark turns around to face him. A sleepy smile is on his lover's face as Lex moves forward to kiss him.
~*~
Week 18.
Clark doesn't know when he had the last good night‘s sleep. He is standing ... no, swaying in his mother's door, gazing up at her, trying to understand what she's saying to him. He can see that her lips are moving but he is too tired to make out the words, super hearing or not.
"Can I stay here for a night, Mom?" he asks.
She looks concerned and simply nods. He stumbles into his old bedroom, drops onto his bed and is asleep before the bed stops bouncing.
He wakes up when it's dark outside. He squints at his watch. It's ten in the night. He arrived here about four hours ago, fleeing from the penthouse in Metropolis, lying through his teeth to his husband about an emergency in Smallville.
Stretching like a cat, he gets up. He's still fully dressed, and frowns. Wow, he must have been more tired than he thought. He gets up, takes a quick shower, dresses again and goes down to the kitchen. His mother is sitting on the table, drinking a tea. She looks up when he comes down, and smiles at him.
"Hey, honey. You feel better?"
He nods, and gives her a quick peck to her cheek. "Much, mom. Can I have a tea, too?"
"Of course, sweetie." She gets up, pours a cup, and shoves it over to him.
"So," she says, softly blowing over her cup to cool the tea, "wanna tell me what's going on?"
He looks up. "What do you mean?"
The question is a mistake. He knows that the second it's out. She narrows her eyes, reaches into her pocket and pulls out six notes. Without a single word she puts them down on the table in front of him. "Those are the calls from your husband. Your *pregnant* husband who's home alone, worrying himself sick about your whereabouts."
Six? Lex is really overprotective.
"Mom. I'm gone for not quite five hours. Don't you think that Lex ..."
His dad interrupts him, entering the kitchen. Seeing Clark awake, he smiles. "Hey buddy. Decided to join us again?"
Clark frowns. "What do you mean? I was asleep for four hours, dad."
His dad casts a quick glance at his mom, who tries in vain to hide her smile behind her cup.
"What?"
Dad clasps one hand down on his shoulder. "Son, you slept for twenty-eight hours!"
Clark can feel his jaw dropping. "Twenty ... what?"
His mother seems to have herself under control again. "You came in here, dead on your feet. You practically fell into your bed and were dead to the world. We thought it best to let you rest."
Clark pales. "Oh god ... Lex!" The messages suddenly make a hell of a lot more sense.
He wants to run over to the phone but a hand on his arm stops him. His dad. "It's okay, son. I talked to him about an hour ago. You can say we had a nice man-to-man talk. And I understand why you're so ... tired."
He hadn’t thought it possible that he could pale even more. Interesting. But there *was* a reason for him being tired. And if his dad knows about this ... a full blown out blush follows, and with a groan he lets his head fall down on the table, careful not to damage it.
"I'm sorry, son," his dad laughs. "But it seems he just had to talk to someone. And it's not as if his own dad is an option."
Clark muffles another moan. Not enough that Lex is so horny that he wants to have sex about three to four times a night - not counting the days - no, now his dad knows about his inability to keep his husband satisfied, too. And he's supposed to have super powers, damnit.
"God, dad, this is so embarrassing," he murmurs.
"Don't be, son," his dad answers. "To be honest ... I felt a little flattered that your ... your husband trusts me with something like that."
Clark's head shoots up. This is the first time his dad had called Lex his husband to his face. His dad smiles at him, his hand is still resting on his shoulder.
"I told him you stayed one more day to help me with the tractor, and that you'll be home tomorrow morning."
Clark hugs his dad tightly. "Thanks, dad," he mumbles, and yawns again. Damn, he's still tired. His mother puts a plate down in front of him. Sandwiches, almost as thick as his hand, and he dugs in hungrily, emptying the plate in about two minutes. A plate filled with four thick pieces of cherry pie with cream follows, and he empties that one, too.
With a very satisfied smile he leans back in his chair, patting his filled stomach gently. "I think I should head back to bed now," he finally says, and his parents nod. Understanding.
Creepy.
He sleeps until his mom wakes him up at six in the morning the next day. About half an hour later he climbs into bed next to his sleeping husband, pulling him close, realizing he missed him like hell.
~*~
Week 21.
"Kara."
"Lilian."
"Juliet."
"Lily."
"Marian."
"Lana."
Clark is short to exploding, and Lex is having fun. He loves teasing his husband with names for their little girl. He knows that Clark isn't too keen on continuing the Luthor family tradition to give their child a name that starts with 'L'.
They have known for four days now that their child is going to be a girl, and for four days they have been arguing about a name.
Lex knows that he loves Clark too much so in the end he's likely to give in to whatever his husband suggests. Doesn't mean he has to make it easy. And spoil his fun. His extreme horniness has subsided a little and they're back to normal - so to speak - which means sex about once or twice a night. Clark sleeps more and better, and his last refuge to his parent's farm was about two weeks ago.
"How about we ask my parents?"
Oh ... low blow. Clark knows that Lex values his parent's opinion very highly now. But he just smiles, crosses his arms before his chest, rests them lightly on his gently protruding belly, and replies, "How about we ask my dad?"
Clark blanches, and Lex knows that for today the discussion is over.
~*~
Week 26.
Lex looks up, caught in the kitchen at 3am - ok so it is *his* kitchen and as such he has every right to be in it so therefore, he feels moved to protest, if only to himself, that 'caught' doesn't actually count - as Clark flips on the light.
"Lex?"
Okay, he was standing in the kitchen in his robe, eyebrows up to his non-existent hairline with a spoon dangling out of his mouth. But he will *not* justify himself to his husband. So he goes for innocent.
"Hmm?"
"What's that?"
"This? Nothing? Just a little after midnight snack, Clark."
Clark peers closer, and Lex knows ... *caught* actually works this time. Because over the last few weeks he managed pretty well to hide his nightly visits to the fridge from his husband. Thanks to his - back to normal but still very extended - sex drive, which leaves Clark sleeping like a dead man.
Usually.
Not tonight though. Should have fucked him, Lex thinks. Not just blown him. Clark's voice interrupts his - very pleasant - thoughts.
"Is that - cookie dough and ... mushrooms?"
Another mouthful, because it really *is* a craving - even if the added spoon is a bit less than dignified. But hey ... it's not as if it is completely his fault, right? He swallows it down, licking his lips, and says, "Cookie dough ice cream actually, but yes. Want some?"
So what if he only offered to see that little snarl as Clark crinkled his nose and backs away. It is cute. And it *is* Clark's fault that Lex is rummaging around his - thankfully fully stocked - kitchen in the wee hours of the morning, so ... yeah, he is entitled to make a little fun of his husband.
"Ah - no. That's just - gross."
"I'm pregnant, Clark," Lex manages to let his voice fairly drip with irony. "I'm pretty sure gross is a requirement in there somewhere."
Clark sighs, walks closer again - though neatly avoiding the Cookie dough Ice Cream with mushrooms - and takes Lex in his arms. "You're right," he breathes against his shoulder where the robe slipped a bit open, revealing naked skin.
Lex shudders slightly. This is good. Skin to skin. It's even better than Cookie Dough with mushrooms. Involuntarily, he presses closer to his husband, and smiles when he can feel him harden against his hip. Quickly, he puts the ice cream back into the fridge again, turns around and covers his lover's erection with his hand.
Interesting that Clark can squeal like that. Belatedly, Lex realizes that he has taken the hand that only seconds ago had held the container with ice and is therefore cold.
*Really* cold if the slightly wilting erection of his lover is anything to go by. But a few strokes and they're back into business.
The rest of the night, Lex enjoys his husband. The ice cream and the mushrooms can wait for another night.
~*~
Week 31
"I'm fat."
"No, you're not."
Lex turns around in front of the mirror, and Clark is highly tempted to simply destroy this offending piece of furniture with a single laser beam from his eyes. But he doesn't. Lex will simply buy a new one and to be honest - it wouldn't solve the problem.
The problem is ... there *is* no problem!
Lex is pregnant. And beautiful. He practically glows, and normally he radiates happiness from every pore, making everyone within a ten feet distance smile.
Except when he looks into a mirror. A full front mirror. Like he does now.
"I am. I can hardly walk anymore. I ... I ... Clark, I *waddle*."
Clark sighs, saves his work for the Planet to his hard drive, and walks over to his unhappy husband. Lovingly, he puts his arms around him. "Lex. You're pregnant with our child. You're beautiful. I love you so much you can't even begin to imagine. There inside your body, our daughter is growing. And there is nothing wrong with you."
Clark can feel that Lex is a little mollified at his words. He leans back in Clark's embrace and Clark tenderly rests his big hands over the swollen midsection of his husband. By accident his gaze falls onto the mirror, and he's electrified. He presses a gentle kiss behind Lex's ear, enjoying the way he shivers against him, and then he murmurs, "Look at us, Lex. Look into the mirror now."
Lex does. And gasps slightly. And Clark knows that Lex understands.
Clark's hands cover his swollen, naked belly, and he can feel his daughter moving under the stretched skin. Lex's eyes sparkle with barely hidden joy, while in Clark's eyes one can see deep and profound love for his family. They complement each other perfectly. Clark is tanned and golden where Lex is pale and creamy. Sun and moon. Perfect.
~*~
Week 37.
Toby hmmms and mumbles and writes and takes notes. Lex is in the hospital again, lying on the table next to the ultrasound again, and fascinated, Clark and Lex watch their daughter on the screen. The little white blob had developed into a full human, with arms and legs and fingers and toes and Lex falls in love all over again.
This is his child. His daughter. His flesh and blood and never ever had he thought that he could love someone so much. He feels Clark by his side. His strength, his warmth, and is once more glad that he met this man. This alien being that managed to change his life so completely. He reaches for Clark's hand, grips it tightly, and smiles when he feels Clark's mouth press a gentle kiss to his knuckles.
He's not prepared for the warm wetness that suddenly falls on his hand. He turns around, and gazes up at Clark, irritated to see tears in his eyes. A single one managed to escape, rolled down his face and splashed on their joined hands.
"Clark?" Lex hates the sound of his voice in this moment. Insecure. Shaking.
"It's our child, Lex," Clark whispers, and something inside of Lex loosens again. His lover sounds almost ... devotional. Like this is the greatest miracle he ever encountered.
And it is. Lex gazes at the screen again, and can feel his own tears forming up behind his eyes.
He wipes them away.
Damn hormones.
~*~
Week 39.
The waiting is torture. The doctors decided to make a c-section. A wise decision considering the fact that Lex has no natural opening through which the baby could slide into this world. They're secret doctors, no doubt highly paid by LexCorp. Or Cadmus Inc. Or whatever.
Jonathan and Martha are pacing the waiting room in the secret clinic in Seattle where they had arrived about two hours ago. They were flown in on Lex's private jet, and had been driven here by a limousine.
Now they are waiting.
Clark had shown up once, telling them everything was fine, and that they were only waiting for Toby to arrive because he had wanted to be there, too. It was only fair given the fact that he had been their doctor through this whole pregnancy.
Toby had arrived about fifteen minutes ago, and was ushered into the OR immediately. They had heard a muffled scream of pain before the doors closed behind Toby.
And now all they can do is wait.
The high-pitched wailing of a baby causes them to stop dead in their tracks, and their heads turn towards the door.
A few minutes later, Clark is walking in with a little bundle in his arms. His face is tear streaked but his eyes are alight in joy.
"Mom, dad, may I introduce you to Lilian Joanna?"
They come closer, and are enchanted the moment they lay eyes on the baby. She's a beauty, with red hair and baby blue eyes. Carefully, Jonathan reaches out to touch her but stops in the last second, casting a questioning gaze at his son.
Clark smiles broadly. "You can touch her, dad. She won't break."
"How's Lex?" Martha asks, gazing at Lilian Joanna, stroking her cheek softly.
"Tired but fine. Toby said he might need a week or two to recover from the c-section but after that he's as good as new. He's sleeping now."
"The hell he is," Toby grumbles as he comes into the waiting room. "Give that ungrateful brat in there his baby back or he will drive every nurse insane."
But Toby's eyes sparkle, and there is a hidden laughter in his voice. With a smile, Clark turns around, and disappears with his daughter behind the door, leaving Martha, Jonathan and Toby alone.
"I need a drink," Toby finally announces. He looks at Jonathan and Martha. "Care to join me? The little family needs some rest."
They nod, and follow Toby outside the door because he says he knows a little diner just down the road that has the most amazing pie they ever tasted.
"Well, you never tasted Marta's," Jonathan says almost insulted, and Toby just laughs.
~*~
Four years later.
Lex can't concentrate when his family isn't with him. He knows that his behavior is almost a little bit childish but given the fact that over the last years he was *never* separated from either his husband or his daughter, he simply can't rest peacefully when they're not with him.
Clark was visiting his parents. Together with LJ, as they call their daughter, and they should be home soon. She is almost four years old now, and has both their daddies - and the rest of the family also - wrapped around her little finger. She's smart, clever, intelligent, and inherited the beauty of her daddy Clark. Including his green eyes.
In the next second he can hear the little 'ding' of the penthouse's elevator and with a squealing "Papa!" LJ storms out of the elevator and into his waiting arms. He grabs her, swings her up, and finally embraces her tightly.
God, he's such a sap. She was gone for less than twelve hours. He looks over her shoulder, and sees Clark. Clark with his heavily swollen belly, carrying their second child. Toby had laughed himself silly when it had been Clark this time hanging over the loo every morning.
"Tit for tat, huh, Lex?" he had said before dissolving into another bout of laughter.
Lucky for Clark, his morning sickness had been the only evidence of pregnancy. There were no hormones running wild, no excessive lovemakings, no weird eating behavior.
Two more weeks and their second child would be here. A son. Lex remembers the long discussion they had for weeks after finding out the gender with a certain fondness. Finally, after long arguments and lots of make-up sex they had agreed on Leopold Cedric, short Leo.
Now Lex walks over to his husband to give him a tender kiss, all the while holding his precious daughter carefully. "Welcome home, love," he murmurs.
End