Superman For Sale, part 6
With doing my recent World's Finest, Mistletoe, I hope people weren't thinking I'd abandoned the Clex, I haven't.
Here is the (hopefully) long awaited update for Superman for Sale.
Title: Superman for Sale
Author: D.M. Wyatt
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Physical and Emotional TC, graphic descriptions of adult sexual content, BD/SM, future fic, post rift
Spoilers: None
Summary for this chapter: Lex gets Clark into the Penthouse but it's clearly not going to be as easy for him to woo the Man of Steel as he'd thought.
Part 6 of about 15
Previous parts here:
First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part, Fifth Part
~:::~
When the limo pulled into the parking garage at Luthor Towers, Lex looked down at the sleeping man whose head still rested on his lap. It had been a long drive back from the small backwoods town where that motel had been, but he was sorry to see it end.
He'd instructed Mercy to take the limo to the garage instead around to the front like usual. That way it'd be easier to sneak a sleeping Superman into the building. He'd ordered the garage cleared by security so they could get into his private elevator unseen. Hope had cleared the workers from the apartment in preparation of their arrival.
When Mercy parked the car, Hope was there waiting and pulled open the door. She frowned when she saw Superman, still sound asleep with his head in Lex's lap, but otherwise made no comment. Lex knew the two women hated Superman, but they were the only two people he trusted to know that Superman was actually Clark.
Hope and Mercy were unhappy with moving him upstairs still asleep, but Lex felt it was important that Clark awoke to his new life actually in the penthouse. It was difficult, but between the three of them they managed to get him upstairs and into bed.
Hope had pulled down the covers before she'd come down, so Clark ended up sprawled across the huge King-sized bed still sound asleep, the scarlet cape flowed over the side to floor like a red water fall. Hope and Mercy were extremely out of breath, despite the peak physical condition they were both in. Lex almost expected them to say something, but all they did was nod once in Lex's direction before they left the room still panting.
Lex looked down at Clark and resisted the urge to run his hands down the other man's long body. He sighed heavily, regretting having to do only what Clark would allow, and instead confined himself to undressing him. The thought occurred to him as he removed the boots that Superman wouldn't want to be undressed by Lex, but he didn't care. Clark might not like it, but technically it wouldn't violate their agreement.
Lex wanted him to wake up in his new home as Clark, not as Superman. Wearing the uniform would make that impossible, so it had to go.
As he tugged the uniform top off, he was warmed by how Clark reacted. He made small noises of protest and screwed up his face in annoyance, but never woke. It wasn't that Lex had expected him to. The witch's spell was a strong one. If it allowed him to sleep through the painful effects of kryptonite poisoning, no way would getting undressed wake him up.
Lex was about to undo the belt, but paused when he looked at Clark's bare chest. That was something Lex hadn't seen since the last time Clark had gone swimming at the mansion as a teen, and it was a thing of pure beauty. The heavy muscles were perfectly in proportion to his frame, heavy, but not the obscenely over-sculpted form that body builders worked so hard at getting.
The slow rise and fall of Clark's chest, his breaths deep in his sleep, was almost hypnotic. Lex could probably sit and watch Clark sleep all night, but he had to finish changing him before Mercy or Hope came back.
He sighed and reached for the belt but hesitated. Clark's shy ways, even while changing for swimming, had dictated that Lex never had gotten to look at before what he was about to view. He wasn't sure, but had always suspected that Clark went commando underneath his uniform. He'd never had any 'panty lines' under his suit, after all.
There were internet sites that debated the issue. Most speculated on whether Superman wore boxers or briefs, but there were some that were convinced he wore nothing. The few times reporters had asked about that question always went unanswered, save for a small smile, flushed cheeks and a 'no comment', but Lex was about to learn the truth.
The almost inexplicable desire he'd been feeling off and on all day flared up again as he touched the belt and unclasped it. He gently pulled on the waist band and tugged the bottom half of the suit off. Clark was naked underneath the suit. He tried to avoid looking until he had Clark totally nude and what he saw made him gasp in awe.
Every inch of Clark was beautiful. His entire body was in perfect proportion with the size of his frame. Even his flaccid state showed how well endowed The Man of Steel was. He wanted so badly to touch it and take it into his mouth, but he held off.
Clark would probably take any violation as breaking their agreement. He couldn't risk breaking the agreement, even while Clark slept. If Clark had been right and the witch's spell wasn't as good as she'd claimed, then Lex's power over him would have its limits. He had to keep to his side of the bargain or Clark would certainly test those limits and would likely leave as soon as he had the chance.
Lex had to try very hard to make sure that wouldn't happen so he resisted the strong urge to touch what he agreed he wouldn't and went to hang up the suit with the others in the closet. He opened a drawer to select Clark's sleepwear. Lex wouldn't allow faded, threadbare Smallville High T-shirts and sweats, Clark's normal sleeping attire, while he slept in the penthouse. So, one of the things that Lex had ordered Hope to do was to obtain silk pajamas for Clark. He requested them in several darker colors from one of the top men's stores in Metropolis. He opened the drawer to get the silk pajamas he'd arranged for Clark.
Lex liked Clark in darker colors, it brought out the lovely color of his eyes better, but damn him for having such a fondness for bright colors. Hope had stuck to primary colors (perhaps wisely since they were really the only colors Clark ever wore, in either guise), albeit in darker shades. Maroon instead of scarlet, navy blue instead of royal, and a deep ocher instead of canary yellow.
Lex stood in the closet and fingered the different colors in the top drawer. He picked up the navy blue pair. The fabric was smooth and felt cool under his fingers and the dark color would emphasize the blue flecks in Clark's moss-green eyes. He smiled as he walked back out into the bedroom holding the slippery fabric.
~:::~
After Lex had dressed Clark, he pulled up the covers to other man's chest and placed Clark's hands on his stomach, much like he'd done back at the motel. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the vision sleeping in his bed. He had to remember to get Hope a bonus. The dark blue satin of the silk pajamas was the perfect color for Clark. He looked stunning and, if it were even possible, Lex was falling even more deeply in love with Clark each moment he sat and gazed at him.
The pain of the love he felt possibly never being returned was an almost exquisite torture. He loved Clark and yet it was torture that the love may forever be unrequited. He had a feeling he now knew what Clark had felt for Lana when he was younger. He knew Clark had since dated men and that Lana, his treasured high school sweetheart, was all but a distant memory.
He knew it very well since he'd had every man Clark whom had dated followed and investigated.
Lex smiled. Clark hadn't dated much, but none of those men had ever lasted and Lex suspected it had been because they weren't him. The connection he'd felt with Clark ever since he'd woken on the river bank was just too strong to not be returned. Clark's denial of those feelings was an obstacle, but one Lex was determined he could overcome.
'Legendary' and 'Destined' were words he'd used in the past to describe their friendship and he'd meant it, although he'd expected at the time Clark had thought the words over-the-top. Those were words he'd use to describe his feelings that had grown deeper than friendship; words he'd used to describe a relationship he'd hope would grow out of Clark's stay at the penthouse over the next thirty days.
Resolved to show this man that he loved him, Lex gently brushed a stray curl back from Clark's eyes. He leaned over Clark, careful to not touch him except in a gentle caress to a cheek. Clark pressed his cheek into the caress and sighed contentedly, still asleep. Lex smiled.
Someone knocked at the door.
Lex sighed and stood, Clark frowned in his sleep and rolled over onto his side as he pulled the covers up to his chin. He made an annoyed noise and quieted. Lex smiled down at Clark, again curled up like a little boy.
Lex called out to whoever was at the door. "Come in."
The door opened to reveal both Hope and Mercy, who stated stoically, "All is ready, sir, and dinner is warm in the oven."
Lex nodded and straightened his tie. "Excellent. Take your stations in the entry way. I'll call you if I need you." The two women left and Lex sat down in a chair in the bedroom and waited.
Once he heard the door to the apartment open and close, he touched the stone and watched quietly as Clark woke.
~:::~
The first sensations Clark felt were almost like gentle fingers touching him all over. He felt warm and safe and comfortable. For some reason his partly-awake brain couldn't remember, he knew that wasn't something he'd felt a lot lately. Too sleepy at first to examine why that was, he enjoyed the feelings and rolled over onto his side to try to get back to sleep. The sensation of fingers touching his skin got stronger and his desire flared despite the fact that he wasn't even fully awake. He moaned softly and moved to put a hand between his legs to ease the sensation, but stopped when he felt the silk that covered him.
That felt wrong and brought him out of his semi-conscious state.
His eyes snapped open, now completely awake. Clark didn't recognize where he was at first, at least not until he looked out of the large bank of windows that took up one wall. It was only when he saw the expansive view of the nighttime Metropolis skyline that he realized that he was in Lex's penthouse.
He gasped and sat up. He looked down and saw that he wore silk pajamas and nothing else. Clark blushed furiously at the thought of someone, possibly Mercy, changing his clothes.
He heard a small sound come from the corner of the room. He looked over to find Lex gazing at him with a smirk on his face.
He tried to ignore the desire he felt just looking at Lex and instead decided to go for outrage instead.
He gestured angrily at his the pajamas. "Why am I wearing these?"
The amusement in Lex's voice was hard to miss, despite the fact Clark couldn’t see him clearly in the dark corner. "I just wanted you to be comfortable."
"Who undressed me? That assistant of yours, Mercy?"
Lex chuckled. "I'm not sure she'd like being demoted to being only my assistant, but no. Mercy wasn't in the room when I changed your clothes."
His desire flared at the thought and Clark blushed and all of a sudden wasn't sure what to say. He decided to continue his self-righteously indignant rant. "Where'd you put my uniform?"
"I hung it in the closet with all your other suits."
"What if I'm needed for an emergency?"
"Metropolis did fine without you for a week; they can go one more night."
"You had no right-"
"I had the perfect right. You're mine for the next thirty days, Clark."
"My being here, willingly or not, doesn't allow you to change my clothes while I'm unconscious."
"You were asleep, not unconscious, and whether I have the right to change your clothes is perhaps debatable. However, I just wanted to make sure that you're comfortable while in my house."
"I'm not sure I buy that excuse..." Clark's eyes narrowed and he was inwardly relieved that the anger was beginning to quell his desire, oddly the fingers touching him seemed less noticeable. "Besides, I am perfectly comfortable in my suit, Lex. It fits me so perfectly that it's almost like not wearing anything at all. The AI scans me monthly to make any needed adjustments."
Lex's eyebrows shot up. "You have an AI that makes your suits?"
Clark scowled at the slip. He wasn't sure he wanted Lex to know too much about how the suits get made, but he wouldn't lie. "Yes."
"You know, I'd be curious to see how they get made."
Clark snorted, "I bet."
Lex let Clark's comment hang in the air for a moment as if he'd expected him to keep on talking. He frowned and asked, "I guess you're never going to show me, are you?"
"Good guess."
Lex sighed and stood. "Come on. I'll show you around and dinner's ready, if you're hungry." When the other man stood, he could see the evidence of Lex's desire. It enflamed his and the intensifying feeling of hands all over his body only made the situation worse.
Clark blushed so furiously that he was sure even the soles of his feet were beet red. He didn't know quite how to get avoid showing off his own state of arousal while wearing silk satin pajamas with no underwear.
His voice cracked. "Uhm..." He cleared his throat and pulled the covers up so they better concealed his very noticeable erection. "I think I need to... uhm...." He cleared his throat again and oddly missed his eye glasses, even though he didn't need them to read. His hands twisted the sheets and very nearly shredded them. "I... Uhm..."
"Clark?" Lex's voice had dropped in tone, but Clark couldn't tell why. He was too mortified to think. "You feeling okay?"
His head dipped down as he tried hard to think of something to get himself out of walking anywhere where other people, especially Lex, could see his current state. "Uhm..." The thought then occurred to him that Lex was responsible for the invisible hands still caressing him. He looked over at Lex. "Can you stop what you're doing, please?"
Lex sounded sincerely confused. "Stop what? I only stood up."
Clark was annoyed. "I can feel what you're doing, please stop it... you got me here. You don't need to keep doing it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about..."
His anger started to override his desire. Clark glared up at Lex. "You must. You have that stone and earlier you used it to make me feel like hands were running over everywhere on my body. The feeling's back. You need to stop it."
Lex angrily shot back, "I'm not doing anything, Clark. I'm just standing here."
The feeling, however, went away. He sighed in relief but it didn't seem like his cock was going to cooperate. He was mortified at the idea of crossing to the bathroom in front of Lex since he wasn't sure that the loose pajama top would cover any signs of the erection he still had.
He cleared his throat and announced, "I'm going to the bathroom." He sped as fast as he could to the bathroom.
He managed to close the door without slamming it, and he tried very hard to resist the urge to press his hand against himself. He heard, without really trying, a gasp from Lex. He groaned when he heard Lex approach the closed door. Clark locked it quickly and glared at Lex. He tried to look through the door, but the wood flared blue. It was lead lined.
The other man looked concerned. "Clark?" He gently placed one hand on the door. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Clark put his hands on the counter and looked at himself in the mirror before he answered. He looked flushed and sweaty and in desperate need. He shook his head sadly as he replied, his voice far more shaky than he would have liked. "I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine."
Clark looked at himself again and knew Lex had a point but the incessant desire needed to stop. He couldn't run off into the bathroom every 10 minutes to relieve it. He would not give Lex the satisfaction.
He cleared his throat and put on a more Superman-like tone. "I'm fine. Now, just let me pee in peace."
Lex actually laughed. "I'm not sure what exactly is going on but I doubt voiding your bladder has anything to do with it."
Clark got angry. "I'll be out in a few minutes. In the mean time, can you just leave me alone?"
"Okay, okay..." He heard Lex straighten his tie and walk away from the door. "I'll wait for you out in the living room, but make it quick. I want to show you something and no changing into your uniform, Clark. Tonight it's just you and me."
Clark heard the door close in the bedroom, Lex must have left. He could hear footsteps retreating down the hallway. He sighed and turned his mind back to the reason he was in the bathroom acting liked a scared virgin on her wedding night. He closed his eyes at the thought of sex and tried very hard to resist the strong urge to push his pajama bottoms down and touch himself. He needed relief. A thought occurred to him and he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the shower.
It was a sparkling clean thing of pure bathing decadence. It had three banks of shower heads and he was sure that every inch would be made clean after taking a shower in the glass, marble and brass fitted enclosure. He looked at it longingly. What he needed just about now was the equivalent of a cold shower.
However, Clark could comfortably walk around naked in an arctic blizzard. He sighed again, this time more heavily. He doubted just a cold shower would have any affect on him, it would take walking around naked in a snowstorm to tamp down his desire.
He could still feel the magical restraint that tied him to Lex. He realized that there was no way he could get away from Lex to try and find the most convenient blizzard. Another thought occurred to him and he smiled at himself in the mirror when he realized he didn't have to.
~:::~
Clark walked into the living room a few moments later, finally free of the incessant desire. As he approached Lex he noticed, even though it didn't bother him of course, a sudden drop in the room's temperature. Lex stood at the huge plate glass window and looked out over the city.
Clark tried to think innocent thoughts as he approached Lex, but the other man shivered. Clark stopped and cleared his throat.
Lex turned and looked at him quizzically as he rubbed his arms as if he were cold. "Hi, Clark. It's nice that you finally made an appearance."
Clark snapped, "What did you want to show me?"
"Don't be defensive, Clark. I just wanted to show you where everything is..." He walked past him and shivered again. He paused and looked back at Clark. "Does it feel cold in here to you?"
"I could walk through an arctic blizzard na..." Clark caught himself. He didn't want to give Lex any ideas. He again cleared his throat, "I could walk through a blizzard at the top of Mt. Everest in just a t-shirt and jeans with no problem. I don't get cold."
Lex looked confused for moment and then shrugged. "I'll have to have someone take a look at the environmental controls, but just follow me."
If Clark had really thought he had a choice in the matter, the tug on the magical restraint would have reminded he didn't. He quietly followed Lex as he moved into the hallway opposite the way he'd come.
Lex opened a door off the short hallway and stepped into a slightly smaller bedroom than Lex's. It had been turned into an office, there was no bed. When Clark saw it, his mouth hung open. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.
"What the hell have you done, Luthor?"
"Now, don't get angry, Clark."
"I can't believe you did this."
"I just moved your stuff from the apartment over here."
"All of it?"
Clark looked around in amazement at the virtual recreation of his home office from his apartment. His desk, chair, computer, and even his potted plant that had died that he hadn't gotten around to throwing out. The only thing that hadn't belonged to him was a small box that sat in the middle of the desk.
Clark walked over to take a closer look, it held the objects from the motel room that Mercy had retrieved. He was glad to see everything there. Yet, when he looked at the potted plant it irked Clark that almost to spite him, Lex had replaced the dead husk he'd last seen with a live plant.
He looked around and Lex had even hung his movie posters on the walls and even had them put into nicer frames than they'd been in before. There was also the shag rug his mom had given him when he'd gone off to college, looking freshly laundered. He looked at Lex in amazement. "You've gone too far, Luthor."
"Now, don't 'Luthor' me, Clark. I just wanted to make you feel at home." He pointed at the phone, "I've even had your phone forwarded to the line in here so you won't need to go home for anything."
"This is too much. You said in the car that Mercy was just going to pick up a 'few' of my things."
"Well, this is just a few things."
"No, Lex, this is everything." Clark fumed and shook his head. "I can't believe you did this..."
"I don't understand why you're so upset."
"Not only did you change my clothes like I was some oversized doll, you've cleared out my entire home office. My computer, every poster, every piece of furniture... It's a personal violation."
Lex looked vaguely confused. "I'll take it all back when you leave, Clark. You won't even know it's been moved, except for that plant that is. I really couldn't have ugly dead things in my house. I had to have that replaced."
"I was going to throw it away... I'm just going to kill it just like I did the last one." He shook his head. "I don't understand why you think taking control over my life is going to help me see you as a friend."
"One thing at a time, Clark, and then you'll get used to seeing me more as a friend than your nemesis. The next thing is dinner." He indicated the blinking red read out on Clark's answering machine. "Before we eat, however, I think you might want to call your mom."
Clark looked closer and blanched at the blinking red '42'.
~:::~
Lex worked in the kitchen, feeling smug. Everything was working perfectly so far. He was keeping Clark off-balance and he hadn't even tried to put on a suit to fly away. He was satisfied Clark would keep his end of the bargain and stay until the thirty days were up. He would have some work to do to get him to want to stay after that, but he felt up to the challenge.
He was so happy with himself that he hummed while warming up the dinner cook had left. He only stopped when he heard Clark walk down the hallway. He turned around to find Clark glaring at him.
"Everything okay, Clark? Did your mom cover for you with White at the Planet?"
"Yes, she did, but that's not the problem."
Lex had a feeling he knew but he acted as innocent as he could. "Oh?"
"Is there a particular reason that there's only one bed in the whole place, Lex?"
Lex tried to think innocent thoughts and hoped he sounded sincere. "Well, there was the guest bedroom, but I had to remove the bed to get your desk in there."
"I don't buy that, but I didn't want you to move my office over here in the first place!" Clark moved over to Lex and stood with his arms crossed as he glowered at him. "So where am I supposed to sleep?"
"In my room of course..."
"There's only one bed in there."
"I know."
"I told you no sex."
"Oh, there won't be."
"You just expect me to sleep in the same bed with you just because it'll be cozier, is that it?"
"Well, it is a very big bed."
"I'll sleep on the couch, thanks."
"I think I'll have something to say about that." He pulled on the magical restraint that tied Clark's wrist and the other man's scowl deepened.
Clark growled, "This is going to be a very long thirty days for you, Luthor."
Lex was very happy to have Clark just where he wanted him. He smiled broadly and said brightly, "Let's eat!"
~:::~
Hunger over-rode Clark's anger and he concentrated on eating more than talking, despite Lex's attempts to invite conversation. He had to admit the dinner was delicious but he wouldn't let Lex know that, only giving a non-committal "It's okay" to Lex's query on the matter.
It was a late dinner, so Lex said they should "repair" to the bedroom afterwards. Only Lex would use the word that way, Clark thought.
He sighed heavily as he felt the tug on the invisible leash tied to his wrist. Clark was sure that's what it was, a leash.
He was going to be Lex's pet for the next thirty days and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He'd promised, but he felt Lex wasn't honoring his own side of the bargain. Taking out all the beds except the one in his bedroom was underhanded and had been probably meant to force unwanted intimacy on Clark. He wouldn't give into that.
When they entered the bedroom, Lex turned back to him and motioned toward the bathroom. "Go get ready for bed while I change." Lex walked into the large walk-in closet, leaving Clark to do as he'd been ordered.
He scowled and stalked off to the bathroom. He tried to think of how to handle this, his desire had lessened considerably from earlier, but the fingers, soft and warm and comforting, always seemed to be touching him. Lex's claims to not be doing it intentionally seemed to be true, they always seemed to be there even when Lex was doing something else.
He remembered back to the last time, was it just that morning, he'd last been conscious and under the witch's control and the nearly constant prickly feeling over his skin. She hadn't seemed to be controlling that either. He wondered at the curious nature of it, but couldn't fathom a reason why that would happen.
Maybe it was just an unintended side-affect from the spell used to bind him to the stone. Although, the effect did seem to lessen whenever Lex had been angry with Clark.
Odd, he thought.
Clark shrugged and, done with brushing his teeth, he washed his face and hands. He rubbed a towel over his face and hands, then opened the door to the bedroom. Lex wore a deep purple silk pajama set that matched the set Clark wore. Lex smiled when he saw Clark. He returned Lex's amused look with a glare.
Lex just smirked. "You'll get used to staying here, Clark. You'll see."
Clark just tossed the towel back onto the bathroom floor and angrily stepped over to the bed as Lex went into the bathroom. He was suddenly at a complete loss of what to do. The bed was huge but if it were just him, he'd lay down smack in the middle of it. Would Lex want to take the right or left side?
There was a small, very expensive looking alarm clock radio on one side of the bed, the right, and there was a small reading lamp and a book on the other side, the left. Lex clearly slept in the middle of the bed, he guessed that was so because of a lack of frequent guests to make room for. He knew that because he had the same problem.
He frowned at the little detail making him feel a little more like Lex than he would have thought. He'd bedded a few men and fewer women since he'd moved to Metropolis five years before. He could probably count them all on one hand, if he'd thought about it. Maybe it's not surprising. Clark felt dishonest making love to someone who didn't know he was actually an alien. Because of that guilt of that profound a lie (even by omission), it wasn't like anyone ever confronted him about not being human, no relationships ever lasted long enough for him to develop a fondness for a particular side of the bed.
Clark sighed as he stood at the foot of the bed, unsure what to do. He'd used the right side of the bed when he was with Lana mostly because she liked the left, but Clark considered whether her preferences would have affected Lex's fondness for a particular side. He considered the possibility of Lex actually NOT liking the right side because Lana had liked the left; he suspected there was still some bitterness in between the two of them.
He felt an increase in the phantom fingers caressing his skin before he heard Lex come up behind him. Clark thought about his mother and managed to keep the desire from doing more than stiffening him only slightly.
"Is there a problem, Clark?"
Clark thought about it a minute and decided to pick a fight. He wanted to see if he could get the phantom fingers to go away like before. He growled his response to the smaller man. "I don't think it's fair you're requiring me to sleep in your bed, that wasn't part of the agreement."
"Well, there is only one bed, Clark..."
"You did that on purpose, so don't act like its incidental. You could have moved in a smaller bed or not have moved all my furniture over."
"I'm the one who paid twenty million for your release..."
"Which you're not going to let her keep."
"Well, I haven't gotten it back yet, so I think I'm well within my rights to make sure you stay close to me. I wouldn't want you to get away."
Clark growled his response, "I made you a promise, Luthor. I don't break promises, unlike some people."
Lex's teasing tone disappeared into a growing fury and the phantom fingers subsided. Clark was pleasantly surprised his tactic worked, but tried not to show it. "Are you referring to something specific, Superman? Or are you just trying to push my buttons?"
"Take your pick."
Lex snapped, "Just get into bed, Clark." Lex answered the question still on Clark's mind when he climbed onto the right side of the bed, the side with the alarm clock. Clark hesitated as he considered lying down on the carpet. It felt pretty cushy considering the concrete under it. The carpet and the padding were thick and likely top of the line, nothing but the best for Lex Luthor, but he felt the pull of the magical restraint on his wrist. He wouldn't be given a choice.
Yet, he still protested. "I'm not even tired."
Lex growled as he caressed the stone in his hand. "You are now."
Clark yawned deeply as he glared at Lex and the glare was returned in kind. He growled at the bald billionaire on the bed and got in bed on the left side. Clark got under the covers, turned his back to Lex and, thanks to the help from the magic, promptly fell asleep.
~:::~
Lex stayed awake for quite some time looking at the Clark's back as he slept next to him. He considered the fact that wooing Clark wasn't going to be easy. Not while, at the same time, he was effectively holding him against his will in what amounted to house arrest.
He really had his work cut out for him and considered the fact that his plan may not work any better than the damn robot monkeys did. He was resigned to the possibility of failure, but he'd set himself a course and he was going to stick to it. Lex was determined to make this work. He thought, It had to be worth it, right?
He sighed and just as he was about to snuggle into his pillow and go to sleep when Clark mumbled something soft in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Lex had a perfect view of his perfect profile, outlined in the silvery moonlight that streamed in from the sliding glass door out to the balcony.
Clark was beautiful and the silvery blue light turned his skin pale, making his eyebrows, eyelashes and hair seem even darker. He looked like a Renaissance painting, noble and peaceful yet so masculine, with his full lips and strong, defined features. When he'd rolled over, the silk pajamas had twisted and the top was pulled tight across Clark's upper body, emphasizing his defined musculature. Lex so wanted to touch Clark's chest and feel his nipples come erect under his fingers, he wanted to kiss them and see if his skin tasted as good as Lex thought.
Lex felt even more determined to make the alien his. He set his alarm for early and fell asleep listening to the man's breathing that lay next to him.
~:::~
Continued here....
Here is the (hopefully) long awaited update for Superman for Sale.
Title: Superman for Sale
Author: D.M. Wyatt
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Physical and Emotional TC, graphic descriptions of adult sexual content, BD/SM, future fic, post rift
Spoilers: None
Summary for this chapter: Lex gets Clark into the Penthouse but it's clearly not going to be as easy for him to woo the Man of Steel as he'd thought.
Part 6 of about 15
Previous parts here:
First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part, Fifth Part
~:::~
When the limo pulled into the parking garage at Luthor Towers, Lex looked down at the sleeping man whose head still rested on his lap. It had been a long drive back from the small backwoods town where that motel had been, but he was sorry to see it end.
He'd instructed Mercy to take the limo to the garage instead around to the front like usual. That way it'd be easier to sneak a sleeping Superman into the building. He'd ordered the garage cleared by security so they could get into his private elevator unseen. Hope had cleared the workers from the apartment in preparation of their arrival.
When Mercy parked the car, Hope was there waiting and pulled open the door. She frowned when she saw Superman, still sound asleep with his head in Lex's lap, but otherwise made no comment. Lex knew the two women hated Superman, but they were the only two people he trusted to know that Superman was actually Clark.
Hope and Mercy were unhappy with moving him upstairs still asleep, but Lex felt it was important that Clark awoke to his new life actually in the penthouse. It was difficult, but between the three of them they managed to get him upstairs and into bed.
Hope had pulled down the covers before she'd come down, so Clark ended up sprawled across the huge King-sized bed still sound asleep, the scarlet cape flowed over the side to floor like a red water fall. Hope and Mercy were extremely out of breath, despite the peak physical condition they were both in. Lex almost expected them to say something, but all they did was nod once in Lex's direction before they left the room still panting.
Lex looked down at Clark and resisted the urge to run his hands down the other man's long body. He sighed heavily, regretting having to do only what Clark would allow, and instead confined himself to undressing him. The thought occurred to him as he removed the boots that Superman wouldn't want to be undressed by Lex, but he didn't care. Clark might not like it, but technically it wouldn't violate their agreement.
Lex wanted him to wake up in his new home as Clark, not as Superman. Wearing the uniform would make that impossible, so it had to go.
As he tugged the uniform top off, he was warmed by how Clark reacted. He made small noises of protest and screwed up his face in annoyance, but never woke. It wasn't that Lex had expected him to. The witch's spell was a strong one. If it allowed him to sleep through the painful effects of kryptonite poisoning, no way would getting undressed wake him up.
Lex was about to undo the belt, but paused when he looked at Clark's bare chest. That was something Lex hadn't seen since the last time Clark had gone swimming at the mansion as a teen, and it was a thing of pure beauty. The heavy muscles were perfectly in proportion to his frame, heavy, but not the obscenely over-sculpted form that body builders worked so hard at getting.
The slow rise and fall of Clark's chest, his breaths deep in his sleep, was almost hypnotic. Lex could probably sit and watch Clark sleep all night, but he had to finish changing him before Mercy or Hope came back.
He sighed and reached for the belt but hesitated. Clark's shy ways, even while changing for swimming, had dictated that Lex never had gotten to look at before what he was about to view. He wasn't sure, but had always suspected that Clark went commando underneath his uniform. He'd never had any 'panty lines' under his suit, after all.
There were internet sites that debated the issue. Most speculated on whether Superman wore boxers or briefs, but there were some that were convinced he wore nothing. The few times reporters had asked about that question always went unanswered, save for a small smile, flushed cheeks and a 'no comment', but Lex was about to learn the truth.
The almost inexplicable desire he'd been feeling off and on all day flared up again as he touched the belt and unclasped it. He gently pulled on the waist band and tugged the bottom half of the suit off. Clark was naked underneath the suit. He tried to avoid looking until he had Clark totally nude and what he saw made him gasp in awe.
Every inch of Clark was beautiful. His entire body was in perfect proportion with the size of his frame. Even his flaccid state showed how well endowed The Man of Steel was. He wanted so badly to touch it and take it into his mouth, but he held off.
Clark would probably take any violation as breaking their agreement. He couldn't risk breaking the agreement, even while Clark slept. If Clark had been right and the witch's spell wasn't as good as she'd claimed, then Lex's power over him would have its limits. He had to keep to his side of the bargain or Clark would certainly test those limits and would likely leave as soon as he had the chance.
Lex had to try very hard to make sure that wouldn't happen so he resisted the strong urge to touch what he agreed he wouldn't and went to hang up the suit with the others in the closet. He opened a drawer to select Clark's sleepwear. Lex wouldn't allow faded, threadbare Smallville High T-shirts and sweats, Clark's normal sleeping attire, while he slept in the penthouse. So, one of the things that Lex had ordered Hope to do was to obtain silk pajamas for Clark. He requested them in several darker colors from one of the top men's stores in Metropolis. He opened the drawer to get the silk pajamas he'd arranged for Clark.
Lex liked Clark in darker colors, it brought out the lovely color of his eyes better, but damn him for having such a fondness for bright colors. Hope had stuck to primary colors (perhaps wisely since they were really the only colors Clark ever wore, in either guise), albeit in darker shades. Maroon instead of scarlet, navy blue instead of royal, and a deep ocher instead of canary yellow.
Lex stood in the closet and fingered the different colors in the top drawer. He picked up the navy blue pair. The fabric was smooth and felt cool under his fingers and the dark color would emphasize the blue flecks in Clark's moss-green eyes. He smiled as he walked back out into the bedroom holding the slippery fabric.
~:::~
After Lex had dressed Clark, he pulled up the covers to other man's chest and placed Clark's hands on his stomach, much like he'd done back at the motel. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the vision sleeping in his bed. He had to remember to get Hope a bonus. The dark blue satin of the silk pajamas was the perfect color for Clark. He looked stunning and, if it were even possible, Lex was falling even more deeply in love with Clark each moment he sat and gazed at him.
The pain of the love he felt possibly never being returned was an almost exquisite torture. He loved Clark and yet it was torture that the love may forever be unrequited. He had a feeling he now knew what Clark had felt for Lana when he was younger. He knew Clark had since dated men and that Lana, his treasured high school sweetheart, was all but a distant memory.
He knew it very well since he'd had every man Clark whom had dated followed and investigated.
Lex smiled. Clark hadn't dated much, but none of those men had ever lasted and Lex suspected it had been because they weren't him. The connection he'd felt with Clark ever since he'd woken on the river bank was just too strong to not be returned. Clark's denial of those feelings was an obstacle, but one Lex was determined he could overcome.
'Legendary' and 'Destined' were words he'd used in the past to describe their friendship and he'd meant it, although he'd expected at the time Clark had thought the words over-the-top. Those were words he'd use to describe his feelings that had grown deeper than friendship; words he'd used to describe a relationship he'd hope would grow out of Clark's stay at the penthouse over the next thirty days.
Resolved to show this man that he loved him, Lex gently brushed a stray curl back from Clark's eyes. He leaned over Clark, careful to not touch him except in a gentle caress to a cheek. Clark pressed his cheek into the caress and sighed contentedly, still asleep. Lex smiled.
Someone knocked at the door.
Lex sighed and stood, Clark frowned in his sleep and rolled over onto his side as he pulled the covers up to his chin. He made an annoyed noise and quieted. Lex smiled down at Clark, again curled up like a little boy.
Lex called out to whoever was at the door. "Come in."
The door opened to reveal both Hope and Mercy, who stated stoically, "All is ready, sir, and dinner is warm in the oven."
Lex nodded and straightened his tie. "Excellent. Take your stations in the entry way. I'll call you if I need you." The two women left and Lex sat down in a chair in the bedroom and waited.
Once he heard the door to the apartment open and close, he touched the stone and watched quietly as Clark woke.
~:::~
The first sensations Clark felt were almost like gentle fingers touching him all over. He felt warm and safe and comfortable. For some reason his partly-awake brain couldn't remember, he knew that wasn't something he'd felt a lot lately. Too sleepy at first to examine why that was, he enjoyed the feelings and rolled over onto his side to try to get back to sleep. The sensation of fingers touching his skin got stronger and his desire flared despite the fact that he wasn't even fully awake. He moaned softly and moved to put a hand between his legs to ease the sensation, but stopped when he felt the silk that covered him.
That felt wrong and brought him out of his semi-conscious state.
His eyes snapped open, now completely awake. Clark didn't recognize where he was at first, at least not until he looked out of the large bank of windows that took up one wall. It was only when he saw the expansive view of the nighttime Metropolis skyline that he realized that he was in Lex's penthouse.
He gasped and sat up. He looked down and saw that he wore silk pajamas and nothing else. Clark blushed furiously at the thought of someone, possibly Mercy, changing his clothes.
He heard a small sound come from the corner of the room. He looked over to find Lex gazing at him with a smirk on his face.
He tried to ignore the desire he felt just looking at Lex and instead decided to go for outrage instead.
He gestured angrily at his the pajamas. "Why am I wearing these?"
The amusement in Lex's voice was hard to miss, despite the fact Clark couldn’t see him clearly in the dark corner. "I just wanted you to be comfortable."
"Who undressed me? That assistant of yours, Mercy?"
Lex chuckled. "I'm not sure she'd like being demoted to being only my assistant, but no. Mercy wasn't in the room when I changed your clothes."
His desire flared at the thought and Clark blushed and all of a sudden wasn't sure what to say. He decided to continue his self-righteously indignant rant. "Where'd you put my uniform?"
"I hung it in the closet with all your other suits."
"What if I'm needed for an emergency?"
"Metropolis did fine without you for a week; they can go one more night."
"You had no right-"
"I had the perfect right. You're mine for the next thirty days, Clark."
"My being here, willingly or not, doesn't allow you to change my clothes while I'm unconscious."
"You were asleep, not unconscious, and whether I have the right to change your clothes is perhaps debatable. However, I just wanted to make sure that you're comfortable while in my house."
"I'm not sure I buy that excuse..." Clark's eyes narrowed and he was inwardly relieved that the anger was beginning to quell his desire, oddly the fingers touching him seemed less noticeable. "Besides, I am perfectly comfortable in my suit, Lex. It fits me so perfectly that it's almost like not wearing anything at all. The AI scans me monthly to make any needed adjustments."
Lex's eyebrows shot up. "You have an AI that makes your suits?"
Clark scowled at the slip. He wasn't sure he wanted Lex to know too much about how the suits get made, but he wouldn't lie. "Yes."
"You know, I'd be curious to see how they get made."
Clark snorted, "I bet."
Lex let Clark's comment hang in the air for a moment as if he'd expected him to keep on talking. He frowned and asked, "I guess you're never going to show me, are you?"
"Good guess."
Lex sighed and stood. "Come on. I'll show you around and dinner's ready, if you're hungry." When the other man stood, he could see the evidence of Lex's desire. It enflamed his and the intensifying feeling of hands all over his body only made the situation worse.
Clark blushed so furiously that he was sure even the soles of his feet were beet red. He didn't know quite how to get avoid showing off his own state of arousal while wearing silk satin pajamas with no underwear.
His voice cracked. "Uhm..." He cleared his throat and pulled the covers up so they better concealed his very noticeable erection. "I think I need to... uhm...." He cleared his throat again and oddly missed his eye glasses, even though he didn't need them to read. His hands twisted the sheets and very nearly shredded them. "I... Uhm..."
"Clark?" Lex's voice had dropped in tone, but Clark couldn't tell why. He was too mortified to think. "You feeling okay?"
His head dipped down as he tried hard to think of something to get himself out of walking anywhere where other people, especially Lex, could see his current state. "Uhm..." The thought then occurred to him that Lex was responsible for the invisible hands still caressing him. He looked over at Lex. "Can you stop what you're doing, please?"
Lex sounded sincerely confused. "Stop what? I only stood up."
Clark was annoyed. "I can feel what you're doing, please stop it... you got me here. You don't need to keep doing it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about..."
His anger started to override his desire. Clark glared up at Lex. "You must. You have that stone and earlier you used it to make me feel like hands were running over everywhere on my body. The feeling's back. You need to stop it."
Lex angrily shot back, "I'm not doing anything, Clark. I'm just standing here."
The feeling, however, went away. He sighed in relief but it didn't seem like his cock was going to cooperate. He was mortified at the idea of crossing to the bathroom in front of Lex since he wasn't sure that the loose pajama top would cover any signs of the erection he still had.
He cleared his throat and announced, "I'm going to the bathroom." He sped as fast as he could to the bathroom.
He managed to close the door without slamming it, and he tried very hard to resist the urge to press his hand against himself. He heard, without really trying, a gasp from Lex. He groaned when he heard Lex approach the closed door. Clark locked it quickly and glared at Lex. He tried to look through the door, but the wood flared blue. It was lead lined.
The other man looked concerned. "Clark?" He gently placed one hand on the door. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Clark put his hands on the counter and looked at himself in the mirror before he answered. He looked flushed and sweaty and in desperate need. He shook his head sadly as he replied, his voice far more shaky than he would have liked. "I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine."
Clark looked at himself again and knew Lex had a point but the incessant desire needed to stop. He couldn't run off into the bathroom every 10 minutes to relieve it. He would not give Lex the satisfaction.
He cleared his throat and put on a more Superman-like tone. "I'm fine. Now, just let me pee in peace."
Lex actually laughed. "I'm not sure what exactly is going on but I doubt voiding your bladder has anything to do with it."
Clark got angry. "I'll be out in a few minutes. In the mean time, can you just leave me alone?"
"Okay, okay..." He heard Lex straighten his tie and walk away from the door. "I'll wait for you out in the living room, but make it quick. I want to show you something and no changing into your uniform, Clark. Tonight it's just you and me."
Clark heard the door close in the bedroom, Lex must have left. He could hear footsteps retreating down the hallway. He sighed and turned his mind back to the reason he was in the bathroom acting liked a scared virgin on her wedding night. He closed his eyes at the thought of sex and tried very hard to resist the strong urge to push his pajama bottoms down and touch himself. He needed relief. A thought occurred to him and he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the shower.
It was a sparkling clean thing of pure bathing decadence. It had three banks of shower heads and he was sure that every inch would be made clean after taking a shower in the glass, marble and brass fitted enclosure. He looked at it longingly. What he needed just about now was the equivalent of a cold shower.
However, Clark could comfortably walk around naked in an arctic blizzard. He sighed again, this time more heavily. He doubted just a cold shower would have any affect on him, it would take walking around naked in a snowstorm to tamp down his desire.
He could still feel the magical restraint that tied him to Lex. He realized that there was no way he could get away from Lex to try and find the most convenient blizzard. Another thought occurred to him and he smiled at himself in the mirror when he realized he didn't have to.
~:::~
Clark walked into the living room a few moments later, finally free of the incessant desire. As he approached Lex he noticed, even though it didn't bother him of course, a sudden drop in the room's temperature. Lex stood at the huge plate glass window and looked out over the city.
Clark tried to think innocent thoughts as he approached Lex, but the other man shivered. Clark stopped and cleared his throat.
Lex turned and looked at him quizzically as he rubbed his arms as if he were cold. "Hi, Clark. It's nice that you finally made an appearance."
Clark snapped, "What did you want to show me?"
"Don't be defensive, Clark. I just wanted to show you where everything is..." He walked past him and shivered again. He paused and looked back at Clark. "Does it feel cold in here to you?"
"I could walk through an arctic blizzard na..." Clark caught himself. He didn't want to give Lex any ideas. He again cleared his throat, "I could walk through a blizzard at the top of Mt. Everest in just a t-shirt and jeans with no problem. I don't get cold."
Lex looked confused for moment and then shrugged. "I'll have to have someone take a look at the environmental controls, but just follow me."
If Clark had really thought he had a choice in the matter, the tug on the magical restraint would have reminded he didn't. He quietly followed Lex as he moved into the hallway opposite the way he'd come.
Lex opened a door off the short hallway and stepped into a slightly smaller bedroom than Lex's. It had been turned into an office, there was no bed. When Clark saw it, his mouth hung open. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.
"What the hell have you done, Luthor?"
"Now, don't get angry, Clark."
"I can't believe you did this."
"I just moved your stuff from the apartment over here."
"All of it?"
Clark looked around in amazement at the virtual recreation of his home office from his apartment. His desk, chair, computer, and even his potted plant that had died that he hadn't gotten around to throwing out. The only thing that hadn't belonged to him was a small box that sat in the middle of the desk.
Clark walked over to take a closer look, it held the objects from the motel room that Mercy had retrieved. He was glad to see everything there. Yet, when he looked at the potted plant it irked Clark that almost to spite him, Lex had replaced the dead husk he'd last seen with a live plant.
He looked around and Lex had even hung his movie posters on the walls and even had them put into nicer frames than they'd been in before. There was also the shag rug his mom had given him when he'd gone off to college, looking freshly laundered. He looked at Lex in amazement. "You've gone too far, Luthor."
"Now, don't 'Luthor' me, Clark. I just wanted to make you feel at home." He pointed at the phone, "I've even had your phone forwarded to the line in here so you won't need to go home for anything."
"This is too much. You said in the car that Mercy was just going to pick up a 'few' of my things."
"Well, this is just a few things."
"No, Lex, this is everything." Clark fumed and shook his head. "I can't believe you did this..."
"I don't understand why you're so upset."
"Not only did you change my clothes like I was some oversized doll, you've cleared out my entire home office. My computer, every poster, every piece of furniture... It's a personal violation."
Lex looked vaguely confused. "I'll take it all back when you leave, Clark. You won't even know it's been moved, except for that plant that is. I really couldn't have ugly dead things in my house. I had to have that replaced."
"I was going to throw it away... I'm just going to kill it just like I did the last one." He shook his head. "I don't understand why you think taking control over my life is going to help me see you as a friend."
"One thing at a time, Clark, and then you'll get used to seeing me more as a friend than your nemesis. The next thing is dinner." He indicated the blinking red read out on Clark's answering machine. "Before we eat, however, I think you might want to call your mom."
Clark looked closer and blanched at the blinking red '42'.
~:::~
Lex worked in the kitchen, feeling smug. Everything was working perfectly so far. He was keeping Clark off-balance and he hadn't even tried to put on a suit to fly away. He was satisfied Clark would keep his end of the bargain and stay until the thirty days were up. He would have some work to do to get him to want to stay after that, but he felt up to the challenge.
He was so happy with himself that he hummed while warming up the dinner cook had left. He only stopped when he heard Clark walk down the hallway. He turned around to find Clark glaring at him.
"Everything okay, Clark? Did your mom cover for you with White at the Planet?"
"Yes, she did, but that's not the problem."
Lex had a feeling he knew but he acted as innocent as he could. "Oh?"
"Is there a particular reason that there's only one bed in the whole place, Lex?"
Lex tried to think innocent thoughts and hoped he sounded sincere. "Well, there was the guest bedroom, but I had to remove the bed to get your desk in there."
"I don't buy that, but I didn't want you to move my office over here in the first place!" Clark moved over to Lex and stood with his arms crossed as he glowered at him. "So where am I supposed to sleep?"
"In my room of course..."
"There's only one bed in there."
"I know."
"I told you no sex."
"Oh, there won't be."
"You just expect me to sleep in the same bed with you just because it'll be cozier, is that it?"
"Well, it is a very big bed."
"I'll sleep on the couch, thanks."
"I think I'll have something to say about that." He pulled on the magical restraint that tied Clark's wrist and the other man's scowl deepened.
Clark growled, "This is going to be a very long thirty days for you, Luthor."
Lex was very happy to have Clark just where he wanted him. He smiled broadly and said brightly, "Let's eat!"
~:::~
Hunger over-rode Clark's anger and he concentrated on eating more than talking, despite Lex's attempts to invite conversation. He had to admit the dinner was delicious but he wouldn't let Lex know that, only giving a non-committal "It's okay" to Lex's query on the matter.
It was a late dinner, so Lex said they should "repair" to the bedroom afterwards. Only Lex would use the word that way, Clark thought.
He sighed heavily as he felt the tug on the invisible leash tied to his wrist. Clark was sure that's what it was, a leash.
He was going to be Lex's pet for the next thirty days and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He'd promised, but he felt Lex wasn't honoring his own side of the bargain. Taking out all the beds except the one in his bedroom was underhanded and had been probably meant to force unwanted intimacy on Clark. He wouldn't give into that.
When they entered the bedroom, Lex turned back to him and motioned toward the bathroom. "Go get ready for bed while I change." Lex walked into the large walk-in closet, leaving Clark to do as he'd been ordered.
He scowled and stalked off to the bathroom. He tried to think of how to handle this, his desire had lessened considerably from earlier, but the fingers, soft and warm and comforting, always seemed to be touching him. Lex's claims to not be doing it intentionally seemed to be true, they always seemed to be there even when Lex was doing something else.
He remembered back to the last time, was it just that morning, he'd last been conscious and under the witch's control and the nearly constant prickly feeling over his skin. She hadn't seemed to be controlling that either. He wondered at the curious nature of it, but couldn't fathom a reason why that would happen.
Maybe it was just an unintended side-affect from the spell used to bind him to the stone. Although, the effect did seem to lessen whenever Lex had been angry with Clark.
Odd, he thought.
Clark shrugged and, done with brushing his teeth, he washed his face and hands. He rubbed a towel over his face and hands, then opened the door to the bedroom. Lex wore a deep purple silk pajama set that matched the set Clark wore. Lex smiled when he saw Clark. He returned Lex's amused look with a glare.
Lex just smirked. "You'll get used to staying here, Clark. You'll see."
Clark just tossed the towel back onto the bathroom floor and angrily stepped over to the bed as Lex went into the bathroom. He was suddenly at a complete loss of what to do. The bed was huge but if it were just him, he'd lay down smack in the middle of it. Would Lex want to take the right or left side?
There was a small, very expensive looking alarm clock radio on one side of the bed, the right, and there was a small reading lamp and a book on the other side, the left. Lex clearly slept in the middle of the bed, he guessed that was so because of a lack of frequent guests to make room for. He knew that because he had the same problem.
He frowned at the little detail making him feel a little more like Lex than he would have thought. He'd bedded a few men and fewer women since he'd moved to Metropolis five years before. He could probably count them all on one hand, if he'd thought about it. Maybe it's not surprising. Clark felt dishonest making love to someone who didn't know he was actually an alien. Because of that guilt of that profound a lie (even by omission), it wasn't like anyone ever confronted him about not being human, no relationships ever lasted long enough for him to develop a fondness for a particular side of the bed.
Clark sighed as he stood at the foot of the bed, unsure what to do. He'd used the right side of the bed when he was with Lana mostly because she liked the left, but Clark considered whether her preferences would have affected Lex's fondness for a particular side. He considered the possibility of Lex actually NOT liking the right side because Lana had liked the left; he suspected there was still some bitterness in between the two of them.
He felt an increase in the phantom fingers caressing his skin before he heard Lex come up behind him. Clark thought about his mother and managed to keep the desire from doing more than stiffening him only slightly.
"Is there a problem, Clark?"
Clark thought about it a minute and decided to pick a fight. He wanted to see if he could get the phantom fingers to go away like before. He growled his response to the smaller man. "I don't think it's fair you're requiring me to sleep in your bed, that wasn't part of the agreement."
"Well, there is only one bed, Clark..."
"You did that on purpose, so don't act like its incidental. You could have moved in a smaller bed or not have moved all my furniture over."
"I'm the one who paid twenty million for your release..."
"Which you're not going to let her keep."
"Well, I haven't gotten it back yet, so I think I'm well within my rights to make sure you stay close to me. I wouldn't want you to get away."
Clark growled his response, "I made you a promise, Luthor. I don't break promises, unlike some people."
Lex's teasing tone disappeared into a growing fury and the phantom fingers subsided. Clark was pleasantly surprised his tactic worked, but tried not to show it. "Are you referring to something specific, Superman? Or are you just trying to push my buttons?"
"Take your pick."
Lex snapped, "Just get into bed, Clark." Lex answered the question still on Clark's mind when he climbed onto the right side of the bed, the side with the alarm clock. Clark hesitated as he considered lying down on the carpet. It felt pretty cushy considering the concrete under it. The carpet and the padding were thick and likely top of the line, nothing but the best for Lex Luthor, but he felt the pull of the magical restraint on his wrist. He wouldn't be given a choice.
Yet, he still protested. "I'm not even tired."
Lex growled as he caressed the stone in his hand. "You are now."
Clark yawned deeply as he glared at Lex and the glare was returned in kind. He growled at the bald billionaire on the bed and got in bed on the left side. Clark got under the covers, turned his back to Lex and, thanks to the help from the magic, promptly fell asleep.
~:::~
Lex stayed awake for quite some time looking at the Clark's back as he slept next to him. He considered the fact that wooing Clark wasn't going to be easy. Not while, at the same time, he was effectively holding him against his will in what amounted to house arrest.
He really had his work cut out for him and considered the fact that his plan may not work any better than the damn robot monkeys did. He was resigned to the possibility of failure, but he'd set himself a course and he was going to stick to it. Lex was determined to make this work. He thought, It had to be worth it, right?
He sighed and just as he was about to snuggle into his pillow and go to sleep when Clark mumbled something soft in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Lex had a perfect view of his perfect profile, outlined in the silvery moonlight that streamed in from the sliding glass door out to the balcony.
Clark was beautiful and the silvery blue light turned his skin pale, making his eyebrows, eyelashes and hair seem even darker. He looked like a Renaissance painting, noble and peaceful yet so masculine, with his full lips and strong, defined features. When he'd rolled over, the silk pajamas had twisted and the top was pulled tight across Clark's upper body, emphasizing his defined musculature. Lex so wanted to touch Clark's chest and feel his nipples come erect under his fingers, he wanted to kiss them and see if his skin tasted as good as Lex thought.
Lex felt even more determined to make the alien his. He set his alarm for early and fell asleep listening to the man's breathing that lay next to him.
~:::~
Continued here....