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Title: Hidden Intentions (Part 9/?)
Author: hoperoy
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clark/Lex,
Word count: 2,293
Warnings: Dubious seduction, vague spoilers for "Justice," and mpreg.
Summary: After a failed mission for the fledgling Justice League, Clark finds himself completely at Lex's mercy. When Clark begins to feel sick, Lex's real intentions are revealed.
Author's Note: Thanks to danceswithgary for the beta.
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By the time he was six and a half months pregnant, Clark was beyond ready for everything to be over. Nothing fit anymore, there seemed no possible way to feel comfortable, the baby kept him up nights with all its kicking, and Lex had been distant since Clark had pushed him away in bed a month and a half ago.
"Something wrong, Clark?" Lex asked while retrieving something from the chest of drawers.
"It's just...*everything*," he answered honestly.
Lex nodded, though it was clear he didn't understand. "*Everything*," he echoed. "Right."
Clark didn't even bother to reply. Everything that needed to be said had been said, and anything that they might *want* to talk about seemed to be against the unspoken rules they'd agreed on.
Clark flinched when he suddenly felt Lex's hands on his hips. It had been at least a month since Lex had touched him without permission, and he automatically jumped back in reaction, but not before Lex's arms had made their way around his waist.
"What are you--?" he snapped, but was silenced when he saw that Lex was buckling a familiar belt--the same belt that Clark had worn at night when he'd first ended up as Lex's prisoner. "What's that for?"
"Someone is here to see you," Lex answered evenly. "Now your wrists," he added, grabbing Clark's wrists and buckling the restraints around them. "Good, let's go."
Apparently, it was that simple. Lex never told him ahead of time about these brief excursions into the world outside of their room--he seemed to prefer to spring them on Clark. "I'm dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt," he reminded Lex, glancing down at his casual attire. He was embarrassed that he could no longer easily see past his stomach to his toes.
"This person won't care," Lex assured him, taking his arm as he led him out of the room.
As always, Clark felt a spark of excitement when he stepped out of the room. Wherever they were going, it was nice to be able to be somewhere else, if only for a short while.
"Who's here?" Clark asked Lex as they entered the elevator.
"Someone I can guarantee you'll want to see."
Clark fell silent after that. Lex had made it clear in the past that he wouldn't be forthcoming with any other information. That proved to be true once more. Lex remained silent when the elevator reached its destination, as well as when they walked out of it and down a hallway, which Clark easily recognized. "This goes to your office."
"Yes," Lex agreed. "It does. It's my own private elevator, though."
Upon reaching the door to Lex's office, Lex stretched out his hand to rest it lightly on Clark's chest, stopping him from moving forward. "I'm going to assume that you won't do anything foolish, all right?" he told Clark, looking him straight in the eye. "I think that this meeting has the potential to make you rather...*emotional*."
Lex didn't wait for Clark to answer. Clark wasn't surprised--Lex expected nothing less than compliance. To him, he'd issued the order, and that meant instant obedience was implicit. While he was aware that wasn't as likely with Clark, Lex had never been one to bend to accommodate others--he simply retaliated when others didn't bend to accommodate *him*.
Opening the doors, he ushered Clark inside, glancing at him when he passed by.
Clark's heart began to pound wildly when he saw who was in the room. Over the past months, this was the one person he'd missed the most.
"Mom," he gasped out as she rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him hard. He had to bend over in order to make up the height difference, but he couldn't have cared less--he'd missed his mother so much.
"Baby," she murmured, her gaze quickly shifting to take in the restraints. Clark expected a comment, but when nothing was forthcoming, he assumed that Lex must have told her what to expect, at least in that aspect. "I've been so worried about you."
"I've missed you, Mom," he whispered against her. Right then, he just wanted to be a little boy again so that he could crawl up into her lap and let her hold him.
Clark should have known that the happy moment between them couldn't last. It was inevitable--she'd have to notice the bulge that was his stomach. She did, too, and she pulled back, her eyes wide with worry.
"Clark, are you sick?" she asked worriedly, placing her hand on his stomach. Narrowing her eyes, she glared past him towards where Lex was standing near the door. It was all too obvious who she blamed for the situation.
Clark felt his heart drop. How did he tell his mother that what she was feeling--what she had her hand over--was a baby? Even worse, how did he tell her that the father of that child was standing in the doorway, the very man she was glaring at so harshly?
"No, Mom," he informed her quietly, "I'm not sick."
"But, Clark--Clark, this isn't normal," she sputtered, running her hand down his stomach as if cataloging the abnormality. She'd always done that--it was a mother's sense, Clark thought. A mother saw something wrong with their child, assessed it, and then tried to make it better.
"Clark's not sick, Martha," Lex said from the doorway. "But he is an alien."
Clark had never seen his mother's face go so white before--not that it lasted long; moments later, it flushed red with rage. "I'll kill you if you try to hurt him," she spat, leaving Clark and heading towards Lex, her faced carved into hollows of rage. "I'll kill you before I let you exploit him."
The scary thing was, Clark believed her.
"Mrs. Kent, I'm not trying to--" Lex began.
"That's a lie." Mrs. Kent didn't cut off Lex's protest. It was Clark, and he was surprised to hear his own voice. He hadn't known he was going to speak until the heated words tumbled free. "That's a lie, Lex," he said again, letting his harsh tones drop to a whisper. Quickly, he stepped between his mother and Lex, anger rippling through him. Lex might be thinking exploitation in terms of Clark's powers, but he'd definitely abused his rights. "You--damn it--you--" He just couldn't think of a way to rage at Lex for getting him pregnant, without everything he wanted to say sounding like a soap opera.
Unfortunately, his entire *life* was beginning to seem exactly like a soap opera.
"Clark's pregnant," Lex finally admitted, sighing at Clark's inarticulate explanation. "And, yes, that *is* my responsibility."
Witnessing his mother's mouth dropping open in shock--it wasn't something Clark cared to see on a regular basis. He knew what Lex had just said was hard to take but, more than anything, he just wanted to pretend it wasn't happening. To see her--his mother who had dealt with all his abilities--look so appalled didn't help.
Martha's face morphed into something both furious and horrified at the same time. "You had sex with my son?" she demanded, turning a murderous glare on Lex.
*You had sex with my son.*
It wasn't "Clark had sex with you" or "you two had sex"," Clark noted. The way she worded it, Clark was the victim and Lex was the one who had taken advantage. She wasn't wrong, but it troubled Clark that she was so willing to accuse Lex. Had this close-minded attitude been what Lex had always dealt with in Smallville? Had Clark just been too blind to notice?
"Well, I didn't get him pregnant just by looking at him," Lex replied dryly.
"This is sick, even for you," Martha spat. Her eyes narrowed in fury, and it seemed by force alone that she was able to turn her attention away from him and to Clark instead. "You're really pregnant?" she whispered, her expression softening as she raised one hand to touch his stomach.
"Yes," he replied quietly. "Six and a half months."
"Oh, Clark," she murmured, her face falling. "And you've been alone for all of this?"
Not alone, exactly, but Lex wasn't his mother--he didn't know how to make Clark feel as if all his problems would be taken care of, even if it was only for a little while. Sometimes, he still wanted to be a little boy who could crawl into his mother's lap and be rocked for a few hours.
Taking Clark's arm, Martha tugged it gently as she led him over to Lex's couch. "You shouldn't be standing for long periods of time now that you're this far along."
He nodded, sitting just to appease her. It was true that standing took more energy, but he spent so much time sitting and lying down that sometimes it was nice to feel that physical strain.
"I can't imagine how hard it's been for you to go through this all alone," she soothed, rubbing gently at Clark's hand. Sighing, she added, "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too, Mom," he said quietly. He didn't think he'd ever meant anything more.
Clark would have liked to have his mother dote on him for a few more hours. While she did, he could pretend that the world didn't exist--that he was a teenage boy again, worried about nothing other than school work and girls. He wouldn't need to worry about the ice-cold way she was looking at Lex.
"I want him to come home with me," Martha demanded, all affection that she'd directed at Clark melting away, replaced with anger as she faced Lex.
"That's not going to happen, I'm afraid," Lex replied.
"No, you just won't *let* it happen. Jonathan was right about you." Clark had never seen her look so furious. In that moment, it appeared as if she wanted to tear Lex apart. "I always thought that you were Clark's friend, and maybe you were once, but my husband was ultimately right--you *did* turn out to be just like your father."
Something flickered in Lex's eyes. Martha didn't catch it, but Clark could read it plainly: disappointment. Lex had always admired Martha, and he'd still apparently clung to the hope that she wouldn't be completely disgusted with him. He'd probably known that it was a useless hope, but some desires weren't easily overcome.
Clark knew that all too well, because by all rights he should hate Lex.
He was beginning to think that he wasn't *capable* of hating Lex.
Truthfully, Clark didn't know anything anymore. He was so confused, and so tired of everything….
"Maybe I'm underestimating your capability for evil," she continued. "Because, to my knowledge, even your father isn't brutal enough for rape."
Clark stiffened, and Lex's eyes flashed in anger. If he wanted to, Lex could tell her that Clark had given his consent--that it had been more a dubious seduction than rape. But if he did, Clark didn't think he could look his mother in the eye again. How could he as long as she knew that he'd bent over for Lex Luthor?
Lex's gaze shifted over to Clark's face for just a moment, lingering, before turning back to Martha. "I don't expect you to pardon my actions, but they were necessary."
A lie. One that had no real purpose for Lex but, for Clark, it might have saved his relationship with his mother. Lex had given him an out--one that left Lex appearing morally bankrupt. There was no reason for Lex's choice of words, other than he'd wanted to save Clark embarrassment.
Clark knew that he shouldn't let his mother believe what Lex had said was the truth, but somehow he just couldn't get his tongue to work and, before he was able to, she was speaking again. "Someday, Lex, you're going to pay for everything that you've done," she predicted. "Not even you can escape the backlash--not forever, anyway."
Lex shrugged as if he didn't care. "Cheating fate has become a hobby of mine--one I'm quite good at. I'll take my chances." Inclining his head in her direction, he added, "I'll leave you two alone for a little while."
Just a few minutes ago, Clark would have given anything for some time with his mother, but the way things had unfolded, he was too stunned by the Lex's unexpected gesture to truly enjoy it. It didn't make sense--not unless he wanted to believe that Lex had done it to let Clark save face.
Clark desperately tried to concentrate on the conversation with his mother. He sincerely tried to answer her questions about how he was doing, but his mind was too shaken up to manage very well. It shouldn't have been so disturbing, but somehow up until then he'd been finding easy to deny that Lex cared about him. He wasn't sure he could do that anymore--not when it had been presented to him as clearly as a slap to the face. He couldn't ignore what had happened, and it scared him, because he wasn't sure if he really wanted Lex's motives to be that complex.
It was so much easier to be furious at Lex if he simply believed that Lex was using him to produce a super-powered child. But as Clark looked at his mother, forcing himself to listen to her, he realized that he no longer believed that was the case.
Lex's intentions certainly weren't selfless, but Clark was no longer sure that they were completely malicious, either. Sighing inwardly, Clark tried to concentrate.
He'd never felt so lost in his life.
Author: hoperoy
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clark/Lex,
Word count: 2,293
Warnings: Dubious seduction, vague spoilers for "Justice," and mpreg.
Summary: After a failed mission for the fledgling Justice League, Clark finds himself completely at Lex's mercy. When Clark begins to feel sick, Lex's real intentions are revealed.
Author's Note: Thanks to danceswithgary for the beta.
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By the time he was six and a half months pregnant, Clark was beyond ready for everything to be over. Nothing fit anymore, there seemed no possible way to feel comfortable, the baby kept him up nights with all its kicking, and Lex had been distant since Clark had pushed him away in bed a month and a half ago.
"Something wrong, Clark?" Lex asked while retrieving something from the chest of drawers.
"It's just...*everything*," he answered honestly.
Lex nodded, though it was clear he didn't understand. "*Everything*," he echoed. "Right."
Clark didn't even bother to reply. Everything that needed to be said had been said, and anything that they might *want* to talk about seemed to be against the unspoken rules they'd agreed on.
Clark flinched when he suddenly felt Lex's hands on his hips. It had been at least a month since Lex had touched him without permission, and he automatically jumped back in reaction, but not before Lex's arms had made their way around his waist.
"What are you--?" he snapped, but was silenced when he saw that Lex was buckling a familiar belt--the same belt that Clark had worn at night when he'd first ended up as Lex's prisoner. "What's that for?"
"Someone is here to see you," Lex answered evenly. "Now your wrists," he added, grabbing Clark's wrists and buckling the restraints around them. "Good, let's go."
Apparently, it was that simple. Lex never told him ahead of time about these brief excursions into the world outside of their room--he seemed to prefer to spring them on Clark. "I'm dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt," he reminded Lex, glancing down at his casual attire. He was embarrassed that he could no longer easily see past his stomach to his toes.
"This person won't care," Lex assured him, taking his arm as he led him out of the room.
As always, Clark felt a spark of excitement when he stepped out of the room. Wherever they were going, it was nice to be able to be somewhere else, if only for a short while.
"Who's here?" Clark asked Lex as they entered the elevator.
"Someone I can guarantee you'll want to see."
Clark fell silent after that. Lex had made it clear in the past that he wouldn't be forthcoming with any other information. That proved to be true once more. Lex remained silent when the elevator reached its destination, as well as when they walked out of it and down a hallway, which Clark easily recognized. "This goes to your office."
"Yes," Lex agreed. "It does. It's my own private elevator, though."
Upon reaching the door to Lex's office, Lex stretched out his hand to rest it lightly on Clark's chest, stopping him from moving forward. "I'm going to assume that you won't do anything foolish, all right?" he told Clark, looking him straight in the eye. "I think that this meeting has the potential to make you rather...*emotional*."
Lex didn't wait for Clark to answer. Clark wasn't surprised--Lex expected nothing less than compliance. To him, he'd issued the order, and that meant instant obedience was implicit. While he was aware that wasn't as likely with Clark, Lex had never been one to bend to accommodate others--he simply retaliated when others didn't bend to accommodate *him*.
Opening the doors, he ushered Clark inside, glancing at him when he passed by.
Clark's heart began to pound wildly when he saw who was in the room. Over the past months, this was the one person he'd missed the most.
"Mom," he gasped out as she rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him hard. He had to bend over in order to make up the height difference, but he couldn't have cared less--he'd missed his mother so much.
"Baby," she murmured, her gaze quickly shifting to take in the restraints. Clark expected a comment, but when nothing was forthcoming, he assumed that Lex must have told her what to expect, at least in that aspect. "I've been so worried about you."
"I've missed you, Mom," he whispered against her. Right then, he just wanted to be a little boy again so that he could crawl up into her lap and let her hold him.
Clark should have known that the happy moment between them couldn't last. It was inevitable--she'd have to notice the bulge that was his stomach. She did, too, and she pulled back, her eyes wide with worry.
"Clark, are you sick?" she asked worriedly, placing her hand on his stomach. Narrowing her eyes, she glared past him towards where Lex was standing near the door. It was all too obvious who she blamed for the situation.
Clark felt his heart drop. How did he tell his mother that what she was feeling--what she had her hand over--was a baby? Even worse, how did he tell her that the father of that child was standing in the doorway, the very man she was glaring at so harshly?
"No, Mom," he informed her quietly, "I'm not sick."
"But, Clark--Clark, this isn't normal," she sputtered, running her hand down his stomach as if cataloging the abnormality. She'd always done that--it was a mother's sense, Clark thought. A mother saw something wrong with their child, assessed it, and then tried to make it better.
"Clark's not sick, Martha," Lex said from the doorway. "But he is an alien."
Clark had never seen his mother's face go so white before--not that it lasted long; moments later, it flushed red with rage. "I'll kill you if you try to hurt him," she spat, leaving Clark and heading towards Lex, her faced carved into hollows of rage. "I'll kill you before I let you exploit him."
The scary thing was, Clark believed her.
"Mrs. Kent, I'm not trying to--" Lex began.
"That's a lie." Mrs. Kent didn't cut off Lex's protest. It was Clark, and he was surprised to hear his own voice. He hadn't known he was going to speak until the heated words tumbled free. "That's a lie, Lex," he said again, letting his harsh tones drop to a whisper. Quickly, he stepped between his mother and Lex, anger rippling through him. Lex might be thinking exploitation in terms of Clark's powers, but he'd definitely abused his rights. "You--damn it--you--" He just couldn't think of a way to rage at Lex for getting him pregnant, without everything he wanted to say sounding like a soap opera.
Unfortunately, his entire *life* was beginning to seem exactly like a soap opera.
"Clark's pregnant," Lex finally admitted, sighing at Clark's inarticulate explanation. "And, yes, that *is* my responsibility."
Witnessing his mother's mouth dropping open in shock--it wasn't something Clark cared to see on a regular basis. He knew what Lex had just said was hard to take but, more than anything, he just wanted to pretend it wasn't happening. To see her--his mother who had dealt with all his abilities--look so appalled didn't help.
Martha's face morphed into something both furious and horrified at the same time. "You had sex with my son?" she demanded, turning a murderous glare on Lex.
*You had sex with my son.*
It wasn't "Clark had sex with you" or "you two had sex"," Clark noted. The way she worded it, Clark was the victim and Lex was the one who had taken advantage. She wasn't wrong, but it troubled Clark that she was so willing to accuse Lex. Had this close-minded attitude been what Lex had always dealt with in Smallville? Had Clark just been too blind to notice?
"Well, I didn't get him pregnant just by looking at him," Lex replied dryly.
"This is sick, even for you," Martha spat. Her eyes narrowed in fury, and it seemed by force alone that she was able to turn her attention away from him and to Clark instead. "You're really pregnant?" she whispered, her expression softening as she raised one hand to touch his stomach.
"Yes," he replied quietly. "Six and a half months."
"Oh, Clark," she murmured, her face falling. "And you've been alone for all of this?"
Not alone, exactly, but Lex wasn't his mother--he didn't know how to make Clark feel as if all his problems would be taken care of, even if it was only for a little while. Sometimes, he still wanted to be a little boy who could crawl into his mother's lap and be rocked for a few hours.
Taking Clark's arm, Martha tugged it gently as she led him over to Lex's couch. "You shouldn't be standing for long periods of time now that you're this far along."
He nodded, sitting just to appease her. It was true that standing took more energy, but he spent so much time sitting and lying down that sometimes it was nice to feel that physical strain.
"I can't imagine how hard it's been for you to go through this all alone," she soothed, rubbing gently at Clark's hand. Sighing, she added, "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too, Mom," he said quietly. He didn't think he'd ever meant anything more.
Clark would have liked to have his mother dote on him for a few more hours. While she did, he could pretend that the world didn't exist--that he was a teenage boy again, worried about nothing other than school work and girls. He wouldn't need to worry about the ice-cold way she was looking at Lex.
"I want him to come home with me," Martha demanded, all affection that she'd directed at Clark melting away, replaced with anger as she faced Lex.
"That's not going to happen, I'm afraid," Lex replied.
"No, you just won't *let* it happen. Jonathan was right about you." Clark had never seen her look so furious. In that moment, it appeared as if she wanted to tear Lex apart. "I always thought that you were Clark's friend, and maybe you were once, but my husband was ultimately right--you *did* turn out to be just like your father."
Something flickered in Lex's eyes. Martha didn't catch it, but Clark could read it plainly: disappointment. Lex had always admired Martha, and he'd still apparently clung to the hope that she wouldn't be completely disgusted with him. He'd probably known that it was a useless hope, but some desires weren't easily overcome.
Clark knew that all too well, because by all rights he should hate Lex.
He was beginning to think that he wasn't *capable* of hating Lex.
Truthfully, Clark didn't know anything anymore. He was so confused, and so tired of everything….
"Maybe I'm underestimating your capability for evil," she continued. "Because, to my knowledge, even your father isn't brutal enough for rape."
Clark stiffened, and Lex's eyes flashed in anger. If he wanted to, Lex could tell her that Clark had given his consent--that it had been more a dubious seduction than rape. But if he did, Clark didn't think he could look his mother in the eye again. How could he as long as she knew that he'd bent over for Lex Luthor?
Lex's gaze shifted over to Clark's face for just a moment, lingering, before turning back to Martha. "I don't expect you to pardon my actions, but they were necessary."
A lie. One that had no real purpose for Lex but, for Clark, it might have saved his relationship with his mother. Lex had given him an out--one that left Lex appearing morally bankrupt. There was no reason for Lex's choice of words, other than he'd wanted to save Clark embarrassment.
Clark knew that he shouldn't let his mother believe what Lex had said was the truth, but somehow he just couldn't get his tongue to work and, before he was able to, she was speaking again. "Someday, Lex, you're going to pay for everything that you've done," she predicted. "Not even you can escape the backlash--not forever, anyway."
Lex shrugged as if he didn't care. "Cheating fate has become a hobby of mine--one I'm quite good at. I'll take my chances." Inclining his head in her direction, he added, "I'll leave you two alone for a little while."
Just a few minutes ago, Clark would have given anything for some time with his mother, but the way things had unfolded, he was too stunned by the Lex's unexpected gesture to truly enjoy it. It didn't make sense--not unless he wanted to believe that Lex had done it to let Clark save face.
Clark desperately tried to concentrate on the conversation with his mother. He sincerely tried to answer her questions about how he was doing, but his mind was too shaken up to manage very well. It shouldn't have been so disturbing, but somehow up until then he'd been finding easy to deny that Lex cared about him. He wasn't sure he could do that anymore--not when it had been presented to him as clearly as a slap to the face. He couldn't ignore what had happened, and it scared him, because he wasn't sure if he really wanted Lex's motives to be that complex.
It was so much easier to be furious at Lex if he simply believed that Lex was using him to produce a super-powered child. But as Clark looked at his mother, forcing himself to listen to her, he realized that he no longer believed that was the case.
Lex's intentions certainly weren't selfless, but Clark was no longer sure that they were completely malicious, either. Sighing inwardly, Clark tried to concentrate.
He'd never felt so lost in his life.