Superman for Sale - Epilogue
Title: Superman for Sale
Author: D.M. Wyatt
Pairing: Clark/Other (implied only in early chapters), Clark/Lex
Rating: Mostly R, eventually NC-17
Warnings: graphic descriptions of adult sexual content, future fic, post rift, mostly just humor and sex in this chapter
Spoilers: None
Short summary: All is right in the world, Clark and Lex have their happy ending, but Lex feels the need to get their first kiss out of the way, Clark has a need to do more than just that, and Mrs. O'Hara has a need to feed her two dear lads. (cover thanks to danceswithgary)
Special thanks go to ctbn60 for her terrific suggestions as a Beta. I'm not sure the ending would have worked quite as well without her suggestions.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten |
Eleven A | Eleven B | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen A | Fifteen B
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Clark woke to a feeling of warmth. Lex's bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the Metropolis night. Lex had a lax arm wrapped around Clark in his sleep. He looked up at Lex from his vantage point where his head lay against Lex's shoulder.
He looked so young, the tired look he'd had before completely gone now. It reminded Clark of what Lex had looked like all those years ago when he’d first laid on the river bank after Clark had pulled him from the ruins of his Porsche.
Clark wondered if it was because of the indirect light coming in through the windows that made him look so young.
Lex had changed into pajamas, not his normal silk ones, but a baggy cotton t-shirt and plaid flannel sleep pants. Clark frowned. Did Lex even own anything made of plaid? He leaned back a bit so he could see more of Lex at the same time. He was surprised, the sleep pants and t-shirt were both his and Lex swam in them.
Apparently, Lex had gotten up at some point to change from his dress slacks and shirt, but Clark had been so out of it that Lex hadn't woken him at all. He was touched that Lex would wear his clothes to bed; it seemed familiar and very intimate.
Feeling loved and still tired, he yawned and settled back down against Lex's warm chest.
Clark could tell his powers were back full strength since the sounds of the sleeping city came to him without conscious effort, but he was still exhausted. He wanted to sleep, but then he felt, more than he heard, Lex waking up.
Lex's arms tightened around him as he gently kissed Clark's tangle of curls. "You up, Clark?"
Clark confined himself to a nod and returned the hug, his arm tightening around Lex's waist.
"You've been asleep a long time."
Clark couldn't stifle a yawn, "Yeah, I do that when I need to recharge..."
Lex shifted a bit and one hand gently caressed his hair, "Oh, I see."
Although he couldn't hear it in his voice, Clark could tell Lex was disappointed by something. Clark could feel it, the sensation of Lex’s emotions were soft and felt like the sound of sigh. He leaned back to look at Lex, "You're disappointed about something. What?"
Lex shrugged, smiled, and replied quietly, "I was just hoping that when you woke up next we could get our first kiss out of the way."
Clark frowned and looked back on Lex, confused.
He could feel the sleepy amusement coming from Lex, "You do realize we haven't kissed yet, don't you?"
His eyebrows raised, "No, I guess we haven't."
Lex smirked and gently moved and Clark allowed it as his weight shifted under Lex's. He ended up on his back as Lex leaned over him. His blue eyes sparkled with the humor and affection Clark felt emanating from Lex, "I know you're busy getting better, but I was really hoping we could get this in between your bouts of sleeping like a log."
Clark smiled, "I think I can fit a kiss in..."
Leaning on one elbow, Lex gently cupped Clark's cheek with his free hand. Lex looked deeply into his eyes before he softly covered Clark's mouth with his own. The kiss was tender and loving and Clark could feel the love and true affection in it, emotions that perfectly reflected his own.
The kiss was unlike any he'd ever felt before, the soft lips he'd always wanted to kiss were softer and more responsive than he had expected. Clark's mouth opened, inviting Lex's tongue in. Lex obliged, almost hesitantly, his tongue and lips slowly, and almost methodically, exploring Clark's. Their mouths twisted together and Clark could feel the sensations on his tongue and lips at the same time he felt the love.
Lex's love had become tangible, he could feel it on his skin and in his mouth. If he'd had to describe it, he wouldn't be able to, it was unlike anything else he'd ever felt. It was like tasting colors or seeing sound: Clark knew what it was, even though he had no frame of reference that would allow him to adequately describe it.
Despite his exhaustion, his skin sang and his tongue tingled and he felt the desire that had been denied so long flare up, unbidden and unexpected. His breath quickened as he felt the warmth of his want being reflected back to him by Lex's. It folded in on itself, echoed and doubled by Lex's need. He gently held Lex's head, feeling the smooth skin of his scalp, his surprisingly soft cheeks, as the kiss turned more insistent, hungrier.
Clark felt a pang of regret come from Lex a moment before the kiss softened and slowed and Lex pulled away. He looked up at Lex, confused, but he didn't need to voice his question, Lex knew what he was feeling.
"You look tired, you’re still healing and your skin isn't quite back to its normal warm, golden glow... We probably shouldn't take this any further."
Lex's eyes were dark, and his skin was flushed with desire. Even if he couldn't feel Lex's squashed desire trying to reassert itself, Clark could see it on his body.
"Despite my powers being back, I am pretty tired," He smirked, "but I think it's safe to say that I'm not too tired."
Lex looked at him quizzically. "You sure?"
With a smile, Clark said, "Yeah."
Lex smiled in return and pulled off Clark's shirt that he wore. "Good." He sat up, leaning on one elbow, and traced fingers gently over Clark's bare chest, making Clark shiver slightly. "Is there something you had in mind?"
In spite of himself, Clark blushed. "I liked what you did that one time..."
Lex frowned, confused. "What time?"
Clark could feel Lex's bewilderment. "You know, when I was in City Hall and you had that very graphic daydream about me."
Lex laughed, "You liked that? You nearly scared Mercy to death, you were so angry."
"I'm sorry about that, but I was frustrated. I was so frustrated that I wanted it, but I couldn't do anything, couldn't stop it, couldn't participate."
"Why'd you like it then?"
"I don't know... but I did."
Lex sounded thoughtful, "Maybe it was because you couldn't do anything." Lex smirked, "I think I got rid of the stone too soon, magical ropes you can't break would come in really handy right now."
Clark looked up at him, confused. "What?"
"I think we need to recreate the scene as much as we can, to see if I can improve on that... experience for you."
"I'm not sure how you're going to do that." Clark arched an eyebrow, "I was alone and sitting on the cold tile of the first floor men's room in City Hall with Lois guarding the door."
"I’ve got an idea, and I don't think we'll need Lois." Smiling, Lex took Clark's hands in his and placed them on the rungs of the headboard. "Hold onto those and don't let go." Clark obeyed and grasped the cool metal. Lex's hands moved down to his waist and pulled gently on the top of his boxers. He pushed his hips up high enough for Lex to slide his boxers off.
Once he was naked, Lex quickly slipped out of Clark's flannel sleep pants to reveal that he wore nothing underneath. Clark wanted to touch, to taste, and Lex could feel it because he shook his head.
"No, keep hanging on... I think you'll like this more than the last time."
Clark was skeptical, last time had been pretty damn good (even without Lex being in the same room), but he was interested enough to find out if Lex was right.
Lex shifted his weight and sat astride Clark's legs. He leaned forward, putting his hands down on either side of Clark's chest, and he kissed Clark so hard it would have bruised him if he'd been human. Lex was, so the kiss must be bruising him, but Clark's instinct to worry about that was overwhelmed by his need to keep feeling what Lex's kisses were doing to him.
He could taste Lex's need and love, it was heady and intoxicating. He wanted so badly to touch and taste. He held off, barely, but he could hear the metal of the headboard creaking under the stress of his grip.
Lex pulled away and his eyes glinted almost evilly. "If I remember correctly, this was next."
His lips moved across Clark's chest and then moved down to his stomach.
He could think of nothing except for the sensations of a tongue and lips tracing a line down his stomach, around his belly button, following the sprinkling of hair that led down.
The mouth that had been touching his stomach so tenderly before now kissed harder as Lex's free hand trailed up the inside of his thigh and his teeth nipped at him. Breath hot on his stomach, light touches on his skin, Clark was so hard, it was actually painful. He became desperate...
Lex's lips traced a line of kisses across his stomach to his hip as he felt Lex's fingers clench his ass. Unable to do anything but feel what Lex was doing, he couldn't push Lex away, couldn't grab his hands, he arched his back up against Lex's mouth and fingers.
He suppressed a groan and wanted to ask Lex if he could let go of the head board, but his ability to form complete sentences had apparently left him. "Lex...?" Clark felt the other man's tongue tracing a line down the curve of his hip to the juxtaposition of his hip bone and thigh. He barely held in a moan, "I need... I want..."
He could feel the amused desire rise in Lex as his lips and tongue traveled across the now seemingly vast distance from the top of Clark's thigh to his groin. When he felt hot breath over his groin, without trying to suppress it this time, Clark moaned.
Lex shifted his weight and knelt in between Clark's legs. He pushed them wider apart and leaned in to kiss the inside of his knee as a hand again pushed under Clark and squeezed his ass.
Frustrated, Clark cried out as Lex again teased him with hot breath on his skin. He didn't think he could have gotten any harder, but he felt like he was going to burst.
He could feel the amusement from Lex combined with the feelings of lust and love. "You like this, Clark?"
The only reply Clark could voice was a breathless, "Yes..."
Lex's fingers started to caress him gently in between the cheeks of his ass. Clark gasped in shock and his back arched as he hissed with the pleasure of the overwhelming sensations.
He felt Lex's breath hot on the inside of his thigh, "Don't let go of the head board."
Clark couldn't trust his voice to speak, so he just nodded. Lex's fingers further explored the area around his opening and Clark panted. He was so close...
Sex couldn't get more perfect than this, Clark thought in a brief moment of coherent thought.... He tried to say something, anything, but it turned into a long moan as his hips, without conscious thought, thrust up against Lex's hands. Instead of easing his want, the pain of it, that actually made things worse.
Lex was trying to drive him crazy with need.
He groaned and crumpled the expensive modern headboard out of frustration. He managed to croak, "Lex... Please..."
Clark whimpered as one of the fingers that had been circling the opening to his body, pressed in.
He was so hard, so close, he couldn't think. He could feel Lex's breath on his stomach as his lips moved down the inside his thigh, following the line of quivering muscles to the curls that surrounded his cock. He could feel Lex's hot breath on his skin as he kissed and nipped and licked.
Lex's finger tips trailed up Clark's length and his mind shifted as he gave up an inarticulate cry; incapable of forming coherent though, his body just feeling, it was all he could do...
His world had become only the feel of fingers and lips and tongue on his skin. Lex's fingers moved down and gently grasped the base of his shaft as his tongue traced a line up it, feeling warm and wet.
Clark wanted to touch something other than cold twisted metal; squeeze Lex's shoulder, caress his bare head, but he writhed and moaned on the bed still clinging to the warped head board. In ecstasy, yet denied permission to touch, his breath became quick; his heart pounding so loudly in his chest that he had trouble hearing anything else.
He was so close... Clark wished he could kiss Lex, taste his skin... Lex huskily whispered his name then Lex closed his mouth around him and swallowed, pushing down, taking in so much. Clark's mind narrowed to only sensation and he was lost in it.
He came with an explosion of ecstasy that centered on his groin and made the world melt away.
Clark next became aware of something warm and wet gently rubbing against his skin, cleaning him. Lex was licking his skin, his groin. With his eyes still closed, Clark reached out and touched Lex.
He could feel the surprise before Lex spoke, "I told you to not let go..."
Clark opened his eyes and shook his head. He spoke in a deep, commanding, lusty growl, "No. I want to touch you."
Lex smirked at him as his blue eyes glittered.
He crawled back up so his mouth was just above Clark's, his hands free to roam wherever he wanted them to.
Clark's fingers, and eyes, couldn't stay off Lex's lips. He touched them gently, reverently tracing the line of the scar on his lip, "I'm done holding onto cold metal; I want to feel you, hold you."
Clark couldn't keep his eyes off of Lex's face, so close to his. His beautiful blue eyes, dark pupils, full lips, complexion made rosy by exertion and desire. He felt the love and need so strongly, he hadn't needed to feel it reflected back at him by Lex but it was reflected back nonetheless.
Lex gazed at him with possibly the most loving look he'd ever given Clark. "You're so beautiful. I think I've always loved you and I was just too stubborn to see it... It seems so right now, so perfect."
Caught up in the emotion, Clark could only nod as he felt the love as it filled the bed, the room, the city, even the world. There wasn't enough room in the entire world to contain their love, their desire. He could taste, smell, and feel the love as if it was something soft and silky touching his skin.
Drunk with it, Lex kissed Clark gently, tenderly, as Clark gently held Lex close, his hands roaming over Lex's body. His smooth, nearly flawless skin, was so pale in the city lights coming in through the window.
Lex pulled back, apparently to ask a question, but Clark knew what he was going to ask even before he voiced the question. Speechless, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions and sensations he was feeling, Clark gave his assent without saying a word. He wasn't done yet because there was still more he wanted to feel.
Lex knew Clark wanted more, he could feel Lex's understanding as he smiled lovingly at Clark and pulled open the drawer of the dresser. He pulled out a tube and Clark spread his legs wider. Lex lovingly prepared himself and Clark, turning the somewhat practical act into one of love and adoration. Clark could almost hear the love and desire pouring out of Lex as it filled him with it. With each touch, each twist of his fingers; he loved Clark, worshipped Clark.
Done, Lex pressed first one, then two and then three fingers into Clark. He was lost to the smells, the tastes, the feelings of love that he felt from Lex. It was like a symphony of love and Clark was Lex's instrument...
He almost didn't feel the moment Lex pushed in because at the same moment his world spun into a maelstrom of color and sound and taste. The cascade of feeling from each thrust built upon the previous one; Lex moving in him rose to a crescendo of sensation.
Clark came and came and came, it seemed to go on forever as he felt Lex’s seed fill him. Lost in an oblivion of bliss, Clark next became aware of Lex as he gently cleaned him with a warm washcloth.
He smiled up at Lex and Lex smiled back as he lay down next to Clark.
"So, was that better than that time in City Hall?"
Tired, close to falling asleep, Clark laughed, "I don't know... It was probably pretty close."
Lex's blue eyes sparkled as he teased, "Well, we are just going to have to keep practicing until we get it right."
He leaned in to kiss him and Clark couldn't remember feeling a more loving kiss in his whole life. Clark pulled from the kiss and, sleepy, yawned.
Lex pulled something red from the covers bunched up at the foot of the bed and covered Clark with it. Clark frowned, it was one of his capes.
"My cape? And earlier you were wearing my flannel?"
"It felt good to have something of yours next to my skin."
"I thought you didn't like flannel."
Lex lay down next to Clark and pulled him close. Clark liked hearing Lex's voice through his chest, "When it's your flannel, I make an exception..."
"What about the cape? You didn't seem to like my uniform when this whole thing started.”
"No, I've always liked the cape."
Clark’s eyebrows raised in surprise, "Really?"
He chuckled, "Maybe I shouldn't admit to this, but I used to sneak into your apartment when you were out of town to play with the capes. I wanted to figure out how they attached to the suit, I never did figure out the exact mechanism..." Lex's tone got more serious as he hugged him and kissed the top of his head. "But when you were in the hospital, feeling the silky fabric next to my skin helped me miss you less."
He felt the truth of that, how much it had hurt Lex to stay away and stick to what he thought was right, but it Clark knew it had been the right thing. He felt the love and pain still inside Lex and looked up at him. "I know I don't need to say it anymore. I know that you can feel what I'm feeling, but I still want to speak the words. I need to say it, declare it." Clark smiled, "I love you, Lex."
Tears welled up in Lex's eyes. "I love you, Clark. So much..."
Lex leaned closer and gave Clark possibly the tenderest kiss he'd ever gotten, the love coming off of the man leaning over him in gentle waves.
Feeling loved like he can't ever remember feeling before, Clark yawned. He snuggled closer to Lex, his dark curls on Lex's pale smooth chest. More than happy, content, but extremely drowsy, his eyes closed as his breathing started to slow and deepen.
Lex voiced the thought that Clark was losing the ability to speak himself, "I could get used to this."
His only reply was a soft whisper of agreement. Unthinking, he'd voiced the thoughts in a language no one else spoke.
He could feel Lex smile into his hair, his breath warm and softly disturbing the curls, his voice echoing deep and resonant amusement in his chest under Clark's ear. "Was that Kryptonian? You're really going to have to teach me."
Clark smiled sleepily into the firm chest against his cheek, thinking Lex was right, and finally drifted asleep, a tranquil smile on his face.
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Lex woke early, the morning sunshine still faint this soon after dawn, surprised by some soft noise. He took stock, located Clark lying on his back, fast asleep next to him, his broad chest slowly rising and falling with each measured, deep breath. There was a rattle nearby. He turned toward the sound; it came from the direction of the hall.
Quickly covering Clark (and his cape) with the comforter, Lex hurriedly rearranged the scattered pillows against the headboard, hoping to cover the damage. Done, he looked to the doorway as someone slowly, and hesitantly, pushed it open. Mrs. O'Hara leaned in with a tray held in her hands.
"You up, Mr. Luthor?"
Lex held up a finger to his lips, wishing Mrs. O'Hara would be quiet. He didn't want to wake Clark, so he whispered, "Yes, but Clark's still sleeping."
"Oh, the poor lad... I figured you two would be so hungry, so I took it upon myself to bring in some sustenance."
Quicker than Lex would have thought the woman was capable of, at her age and her heft, she quietly brought the tray to a small table over near the window. She placed it down and turned to Lex.
"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but you and Mr. Kent had aught to eat for supper, I know you'd both be hungry, especially with him just coming home from hospital."
Lex looked at the tray, there were glasses of chilled juice, others of ice water and a thermos of coffee too... There were two covered plates and the warm smells of cinnamon and sugar and butter filled the room.
He sat up, interested as his stomach suddenly rumbled with hunger. He whispered, "That smells wonderful, Mrs. O'Hara. What'd you make?"
"It's a new recipe I found, cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing. The pastry is light and melts in your mouth... I think even you, who hates sweets, will like it. Mr. Kent seems to have more of a sweet tooth, so I imagine he'll love it."
Lex smiled affectionately in Clark's direction. "I imagine you're right."
Clark, mildly disturbed in some way, rolled over in his sleep and found Lex. Still asleep, he easily pulled him across the bed and into his arms. Lex looked up at Mrs. O'Hara, but she was fussing with the tray and hadn't noticed.
She looked up as she straightened the silverware. She smiled. "Now, isn't that a pretty picture. You two look adorable together, if you don't mind me saying so..."
Lex couldn't help but smile. He settled back into the pillow as Clark's arm tightened momentarily and he snuggled closer to Lex in his sleep. "I don't mind you saying so at all, Mrs. O'Hara."
"He's just been the thing you needed, Mr. Luthor..." Choked up, she took out a handkerchief from the pocket of her apron and turned back to the tray, trying to discreetly dab at her eyes. "These will keep until you two are more awake, but if you need the rolls warmed they'll heat up nicely in the microwave too. I can heat them up for you later, if you have a need..."
Lex thought that Clark could take care of that in his own way when he woke, "I'm sure we'll manage, but he should just sleep now."
"Oh, right you are. I'll just be on my way, then. I'll fix something more filling for lunch, lots of protein and iron to help shore up his strength. Would himself be up to eating a cheeseburger, do you think?"
He smiled at the thought and replied softly, "I don't think Clark would ever turn down a cheeseburger..."
"Good, I'll be off to market then to get them to grind some sirloin for me. He's such a big lad, in fact he looks far bigger without wearing one of those baggy suits he favors. I'll be sure to make him two." She turned to leave, but just then Clark sighed in his sleep. She looked at Clark and then a look of recognition passed over her face. "You know, he reminds me of someone... Without his glasses he looks almost like-"
Lex interrupted in a stern tone, "Thank you for the tray, but I think that will be all, Mrs. O'Hara."
She blushed, "Of course, Mr. Luthor. Of course." She quickly went to the door and turned to look back at Lex, a single simple gold band glinted on her finger as it caught the light.
Lex's eyes were drawn to the golden light sparkling in the early morning sun as she continued, "I'm so happy you both kissed and made up, I'm sorry it took a giant killer robotic spider and himself spending several days in hospital to make you both to see the light. You should have listened to me and spared yourselves, but still, I'm glad." Her eyes again welled up with tears, "It warms my heart."
She smiled at him affectionately and softly closed the door. Lex could hear her happily humming a tune as she walked away.
He leaned back and hugged Clark to his chest. Clark mumbled again, something in English this time, and his left arm curled up toward his mouth, across Lex's body, as his breath deepened and slowed back into deeper sleep.
Lex looked down at the hand that lay on his chest. He gently picked up Clark's hand and held it.
The skin of Clark’s hand was amazingly smooth, more so than Lex thought he’d ever felt in a man before. Even men he knew who were spoiled-rotten trust fund babies and had never worked a day in their lives didn’t have hands as smooth. Clark’s skin, invulnerable and completely callous free, was literally as soft as a baby’s.
Lex tenderly held his hand and looked at it closely as he gently caressed the fingers with his thumb. Clark's hand seemed naked compared to chubby Mrs. O’Hara’s... He thought of the sort of ring that he’d like to see grace it as he brought it up to his lips and gently kissed Clark's empty ring finger.
The kiss so carefully placed onto Clark’s finger as he softly whispered, “I love you,” became a proclamation, a promise, a pledge, an oath. Lex would see Clark dressed in a sharp tux with a white rose in his lapel and a warm smile and a blush on his gorgeous face as they stood in church and vowed to share their lives together forever...
As he held Clark's hand, Lex tried to gauge his ring size so he could go shopping as soon as Clark went back to work. He had to wait until then since Lex wanted the ring to be a surprise. He wanted to give it to Clark after a special dinner made by Mrs. O'Hara here at home sitting by a crackling fire as the sun set, as the warm fading light sparkled in Clark's beautiful eyes.
Smiling at the plan, Lex gently kissed the top of Clark's head as he felt Clark rouse a bit. He mumbled something softly in Kryptonian and Lex knew that he had said 'I love you' even without understanding the words. Clark's breathing slowed and deepened back into sleep.
With too many thoughts in his head, so many things he needed to plan, Lex was unable to sleep himself. His mind went off into a thousand different directions as Lex basked in the love that, even as he slept, emanated from Clark's very being.
Feeling loved and contented, Lex leaned back and gently caressed Clark's soft curls as he schemed entirely different, and happier, sorts of schemes than he had ever before.
The End
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