SV Fic: "Still Two Fools" 8/9 (NC-17) - Clark/Lex, Mercy
Title: "Still Two Fools" 8/9 
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Mercy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,604, for this chapter
Spoilers/Warnings: Future fic, although some vague spoilers for S6.
Summary: Clark and Mercy team up to save Lex from his real arch-nemesis: marriage.
Previously: Crazy amounts of craziness happened. Lex got saved in the process and Clark took him home and, like an idiot, just left him there in bed without having lots of hot sex with him first. Clark has problems seeing the obvious at times in this fic, in case I hadn't made that clear enough. :P
Still Two Fools
by Kantayra
Chapter Eight
Clark was ready to collapse on his sodden couch and die all over again, but the instant he closed the door to his apartment, he was viciously assaulted.
“You pathetic coward!”
“Ow!” Clark exclaimed as the back of his head crashed painfully against the hard wooden floor. He tried to get up, but he found himself pinned helplessly to the ground by one very pissed off bodyguard.
“I. Can’t. Believe. You!” Mercy shouted right into his face where she’d straddled him, shaking his shoulders roughly in punctuation of every word. Clark’s head hit the floor a few more times in the process, and it hurt, so there had to be exposed Kryptonite somewhere in the room.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Clark retorted, getting a bit pissed off himself. “I went along with your stupid plan and helped you save your boss. So stop shaking me!”
Mercy let out a frustrated exclamation and let him go. She stalked back and forth across his living room a couple of times, pacing wildly, before she finally kicked out one of the legs of his end table. Splinters of wood flew across the room, and Clark shielded his face where he was still lying on the floor.
“I’m going to make Lex pay for that, I hope you know.” If there was one thing Clark had learned over the years, it was which threats worked on Lex and his Army Of Evil and which didn’t.
Mercy stopped pacing and suddenly looked very sheepish. “You’ve got to be the most infuriating being on the planet,” she finally concluded weakly, all but collapsing on his couch. She didn’t even flinch when the cushions made an unpleasant squelching noise. “I don’t know what he sees in you…” A deep sigh. “Actually, he’s pretty much the same way. So I know exactly what he sees in you.”
“He? Sees in me? Huh?” Clark cautiously sat up.
Mercy glared at him. “Are you being this obtuse on purpose?” she demanded. “I didn’t hand him over to you just so that you could leave him like all the others!”
Clark gulped. He really didn’t want to talk about this. “Look, it’s been a rough few days. Maybe you should just go back home, and I can actually get some sleep, and the next time we meet in the field I promise I’ll let you drop-kick me once, for free.”
“You really want to sleep on this soggy mess?” Mercy retorted in disbelief. “Are you so afraid that you’d rather hide in this dismal little apartment than spend the night with Lex?”
The very thought caused his breath to catch in his throat. Lex, warm and hard beside him, his bare skin pressed against Clark, their limbs twining together, rocking, thrusting, until they finally aligned together in a moment of perfect ecstasy…
“Kent!” Mercy snapped her fingers in front of his face. He decided it was really annoying when she did that.
He fixed her with a confident stare. “It’s a two-way street, you know,” he finally retorted. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve tried to make amends, only to find myself strapped to a lab table?”
Mercy glared just as firmly back. “Naked. Spread-eagled,” she pointed out.
“To a lab table,” Clark insisted.
“Well, what do you want him to do? Tie you to a bed? Do you have any idea how well that would go over with the Supervillains’ Union?”
“At least it would be a clear message.”
Mercy rolled her eyes. “Lex doesn’t do clear. He does subtle and overly contorted. You should know this by now.”
“If he wants to make up, all he has to do is say so.” Clark wasn’t budging, not after the two-thousand three-hundred forty-six misunderstandings they’d had thus far.
Mercy sighed like she was deeply tired. “You’re so impossible…” She stared down at her hands folded in her lap for a few seconds, before she came to a decision. “In a way,” she said very calmly and conversationally, so much so that Clark had the weird realization that Mercy was an actual person for the first time, and not just a pro-Lex automaton, “I pity you.”
“Bwuh?” Clark was still reeling from The Softer Side Of Mercy.
“You could have Lex any time you wanted - and you clearly do want him more than anything - but you can’t break through your own stubborn denial enough to fly over there. It’s kind of sad.”
Clark gulped. The words ‘have Lex’ sort of had this effect on his brain. Specifically, that all the blood left it and gathered together in his other brain.
Mercy’s gaze met his, as challenging as ever. “It would only take you a microsecond.”
Clark’s cock tightened in a downright painful way.
“Go on. I dare you. He could be naked in your arms before I finish this sentence.”
Clark shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. God, he really didn’t need that image in his head right now. It was blocking out all his rational thoughts about why he shouldn’t go to Lex, and…
“You’d better hurry before he gets too drunk to be any good for you.”
Clark didn’t think; he was just gone. It was the first time he’d moved faster than the speed of his own thoughts before. At a later time, he’d reflect on how cool that was. Right now, he had a mission to accomplish.
***
Drunk Lex was always a creature to be wary of.
Clark encountered this particular beast as he came to a halt over the balcony outside Lex’s bedroom. Lex had removed his tuxedo jacket and his white dress shirt was halfway unbuttoned. He had another undershirt on beneath it, but the effect was still far too sloppy for Lex’s usual elegant attention to his appearance. A bottle of expensive champagne dangled from the fingers of Lex’s right hand, almost like an afterthought.
Lex was looking over the edge of the balcony, staring down at the city he’d built below. “Oh,” he said uncharacteristically softly when Clark landed, “it’s you again.”
Clark’s surge of bravery at Mercy’s tantalizing suggestions of naked Lex was fading rapidly in face of Lex’s obvious misery. “Uh, yeah.” Clark gulped and twisted his hands in his cape. “You’re conscious, I see. That’s…good.”
“Hmm,” Lex commented noncommittally and took another swig of champagne.
“You’d better be careful, or you’ll end up like Doctor Oblitero,” Clark tried to joke.
Lex smiled slightly. “I don’t usually like to vomit, but in my father’s case…”
Clark smiled back and stepped closer so that he stood next to Lex, and they looked over the balcony together. A silence settled over them, with only the inevitable breeze at this high altitude.
“This was supposed to be my wedding night,” Lex finally commented, staring off into the distance. He chuckled morosely to himself. “Nine times. It would’ve been nine times…” He took another drink.
Clark figured that was something worth drinking to and took the bottle from Lex’s hand to take a swig himself. The champagne was sweet and tingled pleasantly on his tongue.
“Clark…” Lex began but trailed off.
Clark was technically wearing Superman’s costume. He didn’t bother to correct Lex, though. Maybe it was time he just gave up on trying to convince Lex that Superman and Clark Kent weren’t the same person. It certainly didn’t seem to do him much good, and it didn’t get Lex any more naked either. “Yeah?” He inched closer to Lex so that their shoulders were brushing.
Lex didn’t pull away. “Why is it that…?” He paused, gulped, and began again. “Just…why?”
“I have a theory,” Clark offered.
Lex turned slowly so that he was facing Clark. “Oh?”
Clark blushed. “My theory is that they’re all idiots.”
Lex raised an eyebrow. “Every single woman that I’ve tried to marry is an idiot?” he repeated incredulously.
“Mercy didn’t buy it either. But, yeah,” Clark nodded. His hand slid along the balcony rail until his pinky brushed Lex’s pinky.
Lex looked down at their hands almost indifferently. “Oh,” was all he said.
Clark gulped, took a deep breath, and decided it really was time for all of this silliness to end. “And also,” he began bravely.
Lex looked up at him, but he didn’t really seem interested in what Clark had to say. “Oh?”
“They weren’t me.” Clark’s hand came to rest on Lex’s fully.
“Oh,” Lex said blankly. And then, eyes widening: “Oh!” He looked up at Clark in surprise.
Clark pulled on Lex’s wrist until they were facing each other and slid one hand up to cup Lex’s cheek. Lex’s eyelashes fluttered closed in response. “The way I figure it, the universe is rewarding me for all my good deeds.” He leaned in so that their lips were only a hair’s breadth apart. “It was saving you for me, all these years.”
“I like that theory,” Lex sighed.
And their lips met.
***
If Clark - amidst all his blustering and denials and righteous speechifying about how Lex was Pure Evil and superheroes never wanted to fuck evil sexy supervillains - had ever admitted to himself that he did spend a rather unhealthy amount of time thinking about what Lex would be like in bed, he never would have imagined that Lex could be so…submissive.
Their kiss on the balcony had led to the supersonic removal of all clothes involved and a mad flight over to Lex’s bed. Clark was beginning to suspect that maybe he’d subconsciously wanted this for some time. After all, what other explanation was there for how desperate he was for Lex’s touch?
Lex, sleek and beautiful and naked beneath Clark, opened up his arms and let Clark do whatever he wanted. Clark nearly came right then, which earned him a skeptical eyebrow quirk. Clark just glared back and kissed Lex. After all, it wasn’t his fault that Lex was evilly sexy.
Once Clark had gotten himself under control, he started by kissing his way along Lex’s throat, licking and biting in all the places where Lex’s breath caught in his chest. Their bodies rubbed together enticingly, but not deliberately yet. Clark wanted to savor every inch of Lex’s skin before they got on to the main event.
Clark’s lips moved lower, taking in collarbones, solar plexus, then nipples. Lex’s hands tangled in Clark’s hair, following his slow seduction down Lex’s body. Clark looked up when he dipped his tongue into Lex’s navel, to see that Lex was looking at him through half-closed eyelids. A secretive little smile lit up Lex’s face when their eyes met.
“What?” Clark asked playfully.
“I feel the need to inform you before you go any further,” Lex began hesitantly.
Clark held his breath.
“I do know that you’re Clark Kent, you know. Or Superman. Or whichever persona you’re supposed to be right now.”
Clark breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, I’d sort of guessed.” He grinned back at Lex and continued his trip down Lex’s hipbone.
“Good to know…” Lex sighed and gasped but didn’t protest when Clark didn’t focus on where Lex obviously needed him the most and instead made his way down Lex’s legs, sucking and nipping whenever he felt the urge. The backs of Lex’s knees seemed to be particularly sensitive.
“No hair anywhere?” Clark whispered against Lex’s inner thigh when he moved it so that his hands could better taste the delicate flesh there.
Lex all but purred in response. “You didn’t bother to find that out all those times you x-rayed my ass?” he retorted.
“Well, yeah. But I figured it was more polite to ask.”
Lex smirked. “No hair,” he agreed contentedly.
“I can definitely work with that,” Clark approved, working his way back up Lex’s body. He hovered over Lex’s erection for a moment, indecisive. “What do you like?”
“Mmm,” Lex seemed to be zoned out in a blissful state, “you.”
Clark wondered if maybe Lex wasn’t a little drunk, after all. Luckily, it didn’t seem to be affecting his blood flow in any way. And since this was one obvious place Clark hadn’t explored yet… “No hair at all,” Clark breathed in awe and look Lex into his mouth.
Lex bucked up in response, the most active he’d been since Clark had first climbed on top of him. His hands clenched tight in Clark’s hair, tangling deeply, but he let Clark set his own pace.
Clark started by just licking Lex all over, all around the sides until he finally reached the tip, where Lex was whimpering for his touch. Lex’s thighs were quivering by the time Clark ran his tongue over the slit, and Clark felt Lex let out a relieved gasp.
Lex’s cock was hot and thick against his tongue, and Clark couldn’t imagine then why they’d never done this before. He took Lex deep into his mouth and then his throat. Beneath his palms, Lex’s thigh muscles trembled with excitement.
“Oh, Clark…” Lex sighed adoringly.
It only took Clark five long, hard sucks before Lex was coming in his mouth. He swallowed it all in a state of stunned ecstasy, repeating gleefully to himself all the while, ‘I just blew Lex Luthor. I just blew Lex Luthor…’ It was the sort of moment that wet dreams were made of.
“Clark,” Lex breathed once more, guiding Clark up his body so that their lips finally met once more for a heated tangle of tongues and teeth. “This isn’t a good idea.” Lex’s mouth moved to the sensitive skin just below Clark’s ear and sucked hard.
“It really isn’t,” Clark groaned in agreement, thrusting his erection against the curve of Lex’s hip wildly.
“I suspect I might be a little bit evil,” Lex admitted sheepishly.
“That’s okay,” Clark assured him. “I suspect I might be a little bit oblivious.”
Lex snorted against Clark’s shoulder.
“Hey!” Clark protested. “I didn’t object to ‘a little bit’ evil.”
“Mmm, point,” Lex agreed. He pulled back, and Clark pulled back at the same time, and they ended up staring at each other only inches apart, the full lines of their bodies pressed together.
It was the most intimate experience Clark had ever had. Almost of their own volition, his fingers intertwined with Lex’s, like they’d belonged together like that all along. Clark watched their joined hands in fascination. Lex turned to look as well, the barest hint of a smile curling his lips.
“Maybe,” Clark said hopefully, “I can help you with that evil thing, and you can help me with the oblivious thing.”
“I’m not sure. That may even be beyond my powers,” Lex retorted dryly.
Clark looked into his eyes again and saw that spark of humor in Lex’s smile, the same one that had drawn him in and made him fall hard when he was fifteen. “I can be a very gifted pupil when I need to be.” Clark licked suddenly dry lips.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to return the favor,” Lex agreed, gaze dropping to Clark’s mouth.
It was too much for Clark to handle, and he kissed Lex again, wet and messy and impossibly wonderful. Lex shifted under him until Clark found himself rather comfortably situated between Lex’s thighs. Lex’s hands had snuck down at some point to cup Clark’s ass, pulling Clark’s hips in closer until they were grinding together once more. If Clark didn’t know better, he’d think that Lex was trying to tell him something…
“This,” Lex cracked open one eye to fix him with a stern gaze, “would be a deeply unfortunate time to be oblivious.”
Clark gulped and nodded. “Lube?”
“Dresser drawer.” Lex waved vaguely at the cabinet beside the bed. “And nice use of x-ray vision, by the way.”
With a groan, Clark rolled off of Lex and went for the lube and condoms. “Nice use of being bald and rich,” Clark retorted evilly.
Lex half-heartedly threw a pillow in his direction.
It was kind of endearing. Lex definitely wasn’t in evil mastermind mode tonight. Clark figured that if he fucked Lex nonstop for the rest of their natural lives, he could keep Lex from creating giant robot octopi again. It seemed like a good plan. He’d definitely have to give it a go.
Lex had settled himself comfortably back against the remaining pillows when Clark returned. The sheets were very white and very clean, which gave Clark a very happy thought about one way in which to carry out his new plan.
“Some day,” he soothed after Lex’s hiss when Clark’s first finger entered Lex’s body, “we’re going to have to do this in my laundry room.”
Lex looked willing, but confused. “Whatever you - ah! - want.”
Clark thrust his two fingers in and out of Lex a few times and felt Lex yield around him. “It’s my neighbor, Sandy,” he confessed.
Lex’s eyes narrowed, then widened when a third finger slid inside him.
“She doesn’t believe I’m gay,” Clark whined. With his free hand, he lubed up his cock. “She thinks I’m faking it, so I don’t have to date her.”
“She obviously lacks any empirical evidence,” Lex concluded.
“Exactly.” Clark lined himself up with Lex’s opening and began to press in.
Lex tensed for one moment, then relaxed, and Clark pushed an extra inch inside.
“She also laughed at me when I said I was in love with you,” Clark pouted and then, at Lex’s sharp inhalation of breath, plunged the rest of the way home.
Lex hissed, and his fingers dug into Clark’s shoulders hard enough to leave bruises on anyone else. Clark worried for a moment that he’d gone too fast, but then Lex spoke, and his voice was every bit as mischievous as it had been when they’d both been young and up to something back in Smallville. “I suppose she’s also under the delusion that I’m not in love with you?”
“Probably,” Clark agreed, moving slowly and biting his lip to keep from thrusting wildly out of control.
“She doesn’t seem very bright. We’ll have to fuck on one of the dryers, I suppose.”
“Uh-huh,” Clark grunted around where his teeth dug into the flesh of his lip.
“Here.” Lex pulled Clark’s shoulders down. “Let me do that for you.” And his own teeth began nibbling at Clark’s mouth in a thoroughly delightful way.
It gave Clark more attention to focus on how amazingly warm Lex was inside, how Lex molded to his contours, and how Lex’s hips rocked against his, urging him on harder and faster. Both were requests Clark was more than willing to comply with.
Moans echoed between their joined mouths, and not even Clark could tell whether it was he or Lex who was moaning. Maybe both. His thrusts increased in intensity until he was pretty sure he was blurring the line between human and superhuman, but somehow Lex kept apace with him throughout, his legs wrapped around Clark’s waist and his fingers sunk deep into Clark’s hair.
“Well,” Lex finally gasped when he broke away from their kiss, “I think I’m now eminently qualified to confirm that you’re gay.” And he did something so that he suddenly clenched around Clark, and it was perfect and too much all at once.
“Oh, God! Lex…” Clark squeaked in a downright embarrassing way, and then he was coming even more embarrassingly fast and hard, but Lex didn’t seem to mind at all. His hands came up to cup Clark’s face, soothing him as he fell.
And fall, he did. Quite literally. Lex let out a little “oof!” when Clark fully landed on him. Two hundred pounds of supermuscle had a way of rendering even the sexiest supervillains breathless. At that moment, it felt like the toughest battle Superman had even fought, but Clark managed to roll to the side so that he wasn’t squashing Lex anymore. Lex moved with him so that their bodies remained in a loose embrace.
“You realize, of course,” Lex yawned, “that this is the most absurd, improbable relationship I’ve ever embarked upon.”
“Really?” Clark blinked. “I mean, you did marry that woman who turned out to be a radioactive mop come to life from one of the broom closets in your Evil Lab…”
“Even still.”
“More absurd and improbable than the rest of our lives?” Clark asked skeptically.
Lex had to frown at that. “No,” he finally agreed. “I suppose not.”
“We do absurd and improbable well,” Clark assured him. “It’s all good.”
Lex murmured his agreement and before long he’d fallen into a deep, comfortable sleep at Clark’s side.
Clark watched Lex sleep for a long time before he finally got up the energy to clean them both up. Lex looked so much softer when he was asleep, but then Clark had finally figured out how to make him soft and pliant while he was awake too, hadn’t he?
Clark pulled the covers up around them both, and Lex shifted so that his back was to Clark. It was touching how trusting that unconscious gesture was. Clark curled up behind Lex and took a few minutes to process the elegant curve of Lex’s skull in the moonlight and the absolutely ludicrous series of events that had allowed Clark to witness Lex like this.
Finally, Clark brushed his lips against the curve of Lex’s bare scalp, did a quick x-ray just to make absolutely sure there were no evil alien eggs about to hatch in Lex’s brain, and fell into the deep sleep of the truly satisfied superhero. After all, it wasn’t every day one finally got to fuck their archenemy so hard that they passed out.
And one more chapter to go, in which some loose ends will get tied up. Feedback is much appreciated.
Chapter Nine & Epilogue
All Chapters
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Mercy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,604, for this chapter
Spoilers/Warnings: Future fic, although some vague spoilers for S6.
Summary: Clark and Mercy team up to save Lex from his real arch-nemesis: marriage.
Previously: Crazy amounts of craziness happened. Lex got saved in the process and Clark took him home and, like an idiot, just left him there in bed without having lots of hot sex with him first. Clark has problems seeing the obvious at times in this fic, in case I hadn't made that clear enough. :P
Still Two Fools
by Kantayra
Chapter Eight
Clark was ready to collapse on his sodden couch and die all over again, but the instant he closed the door to his apartment, he was viciously assaulted.
“You pathetic coward!”
“Ow!” Clark exclaimed as the back of his head crashed painfully against the hard wooden floor. He tried to get up, but he found himself pinned helplessly to the ground by one very pissed off bodyguard.
“I. Can’t. Believe. You!” Mercy shouted right into his face where she’d straddled him, shaking his shoulders roughly in punctuation of every word. Clark’s head hit the floor a few more times in the process, and it hurt, so there had to be exposed Kryptonite somewhere in the room.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Clark retorted, getting a bit pissed off himself. “I went along with your stupid plan and helped you save your boss. So stop shaking me!”
Mercy let out a frustrated exclamation and let him go. She stalked back and forth across his living room a couple of times, pacing wildly, before she finally kicked out one of the legs of his end table. Splinters of wood flew across the room, and Clark shielded his face where he was still lying on the floor.
“I’m going to make Lex pay for that, I hope you know.” If there was one thing Clark had learned over the years, it was which threats worked on Lex and his Army Of Evil and which didn’t.
Mercy stopped pacing and suddenly looked very sheepish. “You’ve got to be the most infuriating being on the planet,” she finally concluded weakly, all but collapsing on his couch. She didn’t even flinch when the cushions made an unpleasant squelching noise. “I don’t know what he sees in you…” A deep sigh. “Actually, he’s pretty much the same way. So I know exactly what he sees in you.”
“He? Sees in me? Huh?” Clark cautiously sat up.
Mercy glared at him. “Are you being this obtuse on purpose?” she demanded. “I didn’t hand him over to you just so that you could leave him like all the others!”
Clark gulped. He really didn’t want to talk about this. “Look, it’s been a rough few days. Maybe you should just go back home, and I can actually get some sleep, and the next time we meet in the field I promise I’ll let you drop-kick me once, for free.”
“You really want to sleep on this soggy mess?” Mercy retorted in disbelief. “Are you so afraid that you’d rather hide in this dismal little apartment than spend the night with Lex?”
The very thought caused his breath to catch in his throat. Lex, warm and hard beside him, his bare skin pressed against Clark, their limbs twining together, rocking, thrusting, until they finally aligned together in a moment of perfect ecstasy…
“Kent!” Mercy snapped her fingers in front of his face. He decided it was really annoying when she did that.
He fixed her with a confident stare. “It’s a two-way street, you know,” he finally retorted. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve tried to make amends, only to find myself strapped to a lab table?”
Mercy glared just as firmly back. “Naked. Spread-eagled,” she pointed out.
“To a lab table,” Clark insisted.
“Well, what do you want him to do? Tie you to a bed? Do you have any idea how well that would go over with the Supervillains’ Union?”
“At least it would be a clear message.”
Mercy rolled her eyes. “Lex doesn’t do clear. He does subtle and overly contorted. You should know this by now.”
“If he wants to make up, all he has to do is say so.” Clark wasn’t budging, not after the two-thousand three-hundred forty-six misunderstandings they’d had thus far.
Mercy sighed like she was deeply tired. “You’re so impossible…” She stared down at her hands folded in her lap for a few seconds, before she came to a decision. “In a way,” she said very calmly and conversationally, so much so that Clark had the weird realization that Mercy was an actual person for the first time, and not just a pro-Lex automaton, “I pity you.”
“Bwuh?” Clark was still reeling from The Softer Side Of Mercy.
“You could have Lex any time you wanted - and you clearly do want him more than anything - but you can’t break through your own stubborn denial enough to fly over there. It’s kind of sad.”
Clark gulped. The words ‘have Lex’ sort of had this effect on his brain. Specifically, that all the blood left it and gathered together in his other brain.
Mercy’s gaze met his, as challenging as ever. “It would only take you a microsecond.”
Clark’s cock tightened in a downright painful way.
“Go on. I dare you. He could be naked in your arms before I finish this sentence.”
Clark shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. God, he really didn’t need that image in his head right now. It was blocking out all his rational thoughts about why he shouldn’t go to Lex, and…
“You’d better hurry before he gets too drunk to be any good for you.”
Clark didn’t think; he was just gone. It was the first time he’d moved faster than the speed of his own thoughts before. At a later time, he’d reflect on how cool that was. Right now, he had a mission to accomplish.
***
Drunk Lex was always a creature to be wary of.
Clark encountered this particular beast as he came to a halt over the balcony outside Lex’s bedroom. Lex had removed his tuxedo jacket and his white dress shirt was halfway unbuttoned. He had another undershirt on beneath it, but the effect was still far too sloppy for Lex’s usual elegant attention to his appearance. A bottle of expensive champagne dangled from the fingers of Lex’s right hand, almost like an afterthought.
Lex was looking over the edge of the balcony, staring down at the city he’d built below. “Oh,” he said uncharacteristically softly when Clark landed, “it’s you again.”
Clark’s surge of bravery at Mercy’s tantalizing suggestions of naked Lex was fading rapidly in face of Lex’s obvious misery. “Uh, yeah.” Clark gulped and twisted his hands in his cape. “You’re conscious, I see. That’s…good.”
“Hmm,” Lex commented noncommittally and took another swig of champagne.
“You’d better be careful, or you’ll end up like Doctor Oblitero,” Clark tried to joke.
Lex smiled slightly. “I don’t usually like to vomit, but in my father’s case…”
Clark smiled back and stepped closer so that he stood next to Lex, and they looked over the balcony together. A silence settled over them, with only the inevitable breeze at this high altitude.
“This was supposed to be my wedding night,” Lex finally commented, staring off into the distance. He chuckled morosely to himself. “Nine times. It would’ve been nine times…” He took another drink.
Clark figured that was something worth drinking to and took the bottle from Lex’s hand to take a swig himself. The champagne was sweet and tingled pleasantly on his tongue.
“Clark…” Lex began but trailed off.
Clark was technically wearing Superman’s costume. He didn’t bother to correct Lex, though. Maybe it was time he just gave up on trying to convince Lex that Superman and Clark Kent weren’t the same person. It certainly didn’t seem to do him much good, and it didn’t get Lex any more naked either. “Yeah?” He inched closer to Lex so that their shoulders were brushing.
Lex didn’t pull away. “Why is it that…?” He paused, gulped, and began again. “Just…why?”
“I have a theory,” Clark offered.
Lex turned slowly so that he was facing Clark. “Oh?”
Clark blushed. “My theory is that they’re all idiots.”
Lex raised an eyebrow. “Every single woman that I’ve tried to marry is an idiot?” he repeated incredulously.
“Mercy didn’t buy it either. But, yeah,” Clark nodded. His hand slid along the balcony rail until his pinky brushed Lex’s pinky.
Lex looked down at their hands almost indifferently. “Oh,” was all he said.
Clark gulped, took a deep breath, and decided it really was time for all of this silliness to end. “And also,” he began bravely.
Lex looked up at him, but he didn’t really seem interested in what Clark had to say. “Oh?”
“They weren’t me.” Clark’s hand came to rest on Lex’s fully.
“Oh,” Lex said blankly. And then, eyes widening: “Oh!” He looked up at Clark in surprise.
Clark pulled on Lex’s wrist until they were facing each other and slid one hand up to cup Lex’s cheek. Lex’s eyelashes fluttered closed in response. “The way I figure it, the universe is rewarding me for all my good deeds.” He leaned in so that their lips were only a hair’s breadth apart. “It was saving you for me, all these years.”
“I like that theory,” Lex sighed.
And their lips met.
***
If Clark - amidst all his blustering and denials and righteous speechifying about how Lex was Pure Evil and superheroes never wanted to fuck evil sexy supervillains - had ever admitted to himself that he did spend a rather unhealthy amount of time thinking about what Lex would be like in bed, he never would have imagined that Lex could be so…submissive.
Their kiss on the balcony had led to the supersonic removal of all clothes involved and a mad flight over to Lex’s bed. Clark was beginning to suspect that maybe he’d subconsciously wanted this for some time. After all, what other explanation was there for how desperate he was for Lex’s touch?
Lex, sleek and beautiful and naked beneath Clark, opened up his arms and let Clark do whatever he wanted. Clark nearly came right then, which earned him a skeptical eyebrow quirk. Clark just glared back and kissed Lex. After all, it wasn’t his fault that Lex was evilly sexy.
Once Clark had gotten himself under control, he started by kissing his way along Lex’s throat, licking and biting in all the places where Lex’s breath caught in his chest. Their bodies rubbed together enticingly, but not deliberately yet. Clark wanted to savor every inch of Lex’s skin before they got on to the main event.
Clark’s lips moved lower, taking in collarbones, solar plexus, then nipples. Lex’s hands tangled in Clark’s hair, following his slow seduction down Lex’s body. Clark looked up when he dipped his tongue into Lex’s navel, to see that Lex was looking at him through half-closed eyelids. A secretive little smile lit up Lex’s face when their eyes met.
“What?” Clark asked playfully.
“I feel the need to inform you before you go any further,” Lex began hesitantly.
Clark held his breath.
“I do know that you’re Clark Kent, you know. Or Superman. Or whichever persona you’re supposed to be right now.”
Clark breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, I’d sort of guessed.” He grinned back at Lex and continued his trip down Lex’s hipbone.
“Good to know…” Lex sighed and gasped but didn’t protest when Clark didn’t focus on where Lex obviously needed him the most and instead made his way down Lex’s legs, sucking and nipping whenever he felt the urge. The backs of Lex’s knees seemed to be particularly sensitive.
“No hair anywhere?” Clark whispered against Lex’s inner thigh when he moved it so that his hands could better taste the delicate flesh there.
Lex all but purred in response. “You didn’t bother to find that out all those times you x-rayed my ass?” he retorted.
“Well, yeah. But I figured it was more polite to ask.”
Lex smirked. “No hair,” he agreed contentedly.
“I can definitely work with that,” Clark approved, working his way back up Lex’s body. He hovered over Lex’s erection for a moment, indecisive. “What do you like?”
“Mmm,” Lex seemed to be zoned out in a blissful state, “you.”
Clark wondered if maybe Lex wasn’t a little drunk, after all. Luckily, it didn’t seem to be affecting his blood flow in any way. And since this was one obvious place Clark hadn’t explored yet… “No hair at all,” Clark breathed in awe and look Lex into his mouth.
Lex bucked up in response, the most active he’d been since Clark had first climbed on top of him. His hands clenched tight in Clark’s hair, tangling deeply, but he let Clark set his own pace.
Clark started by just licking Lex all over, all around the sides until he finally reached the tip, where Lex was whimpering for his touch. Lex’s thighs were quivering by the time Clark ran his tongue over the slit, and Clark felt Lex let out a relieved gasp.
Lex’s cock was hot and thick against his tongue, and Clark couldn’t imagine then why they’d never done this before. He took Lex deep into his mouth and then his throat. Beneath his palms, Lex’s thigh muscles trembled with excitement.
“Oh, Clark…” Lex sighed adoringly.
It only took Clark five long, hard sucks before Lex was coming in his mouth. He swallowed it all in a state of stunned ecstasy, repeating gleefully to himself all the while, ‘I just blew Lex Luthor. I just blew Lex Luthor…’ It was the sort of moment that wet dreams were made of.
“Clark,” Lex breathed once more, guiding Clark up his body so that their lips finally met once more for a heated tangle of tongues and teeth. “This isn’t a good idea.” Lex’s mouth moved to the sensitive skin just below Clark’s ear and sucked hard.
“It really isn’t,” Clark groaned in agreement, thrusting his erection against the curve of Lex’s hip wildly.
“I suspect I might be a little bit evil,” Lex admitted sheepishly.
“That’s okay,” Clark assured him. “I suspect I might be a little bit oblivious.”
Lex snorted against Clark’s shoulder.
“Hey!” Clark protested. “I didn’t object to ‘a little bit’ evil.”
“Mmm, point,” Lex agreed. He pulled back, and Clark pulled back at the same time, and they ended up staring at each other only inches apart, the full lines of their bodies pressed together.
It was the most intimate experience Clark had ever had. Almost of their own volition, his fingers intertwined with Lex’s, like they’d belonged together like that all along. Clark watched their joined hands in fascination. Lex turned to look as well, the barest hint of a smile curling his lips.
“Maybe,” Clark said hopefully, “I can help you with that evil thing, and you can help me with the oblivious thing.”
“I’m not sure. That may even be beyond my powers,” Lex retorted dryly.
Clark looked into his eyes again and saw that spark of humor in Lex’s smile, the same one that had drawn him in and made him fall hard when he was fifteen. “I can be a very gifted pupil when I need to be.” Clark licked suddenly dry lips.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to return the favor,” Lex agreed, gaze dropping to Clark’s mouth.
It was too much for Clark to handle, and he kissed Lex again, wet and messy and impossibly wonderful. Lex shifted under him until Clark found himself rather comfortably situated between Lex’s thighs. Lex’s hands had snuck down at some point to cup Clark’s ass, pulling Clark’s hips in closer until they were grinding together once more. If Clark didn’t know better, he’d think that Lex was trying to tell him something…
“This,” Lex cracked open one eye to fix him with a stern gaze, “would be a deeply unfortunate time to be oblivious.”
Clark gulped and nodded. “Lube?”
“Dresser drawer.” Lex waved vaguely at the cabinet beside the bed. “And nice use of x-ray vision, by the way.”
With a groan, Clark rolled off of Lex and went for the lube and condoms. “Nice use of being bald and rich,” Clark retorted evilly.
Lex half-heartedly threw a pillow in his direction.
It was kind of endearing. Lex definitely wasn’t in evil mastermind mode tonight. Clark figured that if he fucked Lex nonstop for the rest of their natural lives, he could keep Lex from creating giant robot octopi again. It seemed like a good plan. He’d definitely have to give it a go.
Lex had settled himself comfortably back against the remaining pillows when Clark returned. The sheets were very white and very clean, which gave Clark a very happy thought about one way in which to carry out his new plan.
“Some day,” he soothed after Lex’s hiss when Clark’s first finger entered Lex’s body, “we’re going to have to do this in my laundry room.”
Lex looked willing, but confused. “Whatever you - ah! - want.”
Clark thrust his two fingers in and out of Lex a few times and felt Lex yield around him. “It’s my neighbor, Sandy,” he confessed.
Lex’s eyes narrowed, then widened when a third finger slid inside him.
“She doesn’t believe I’m gay,” Clark whined. With his free hand, he lubed up his cock. “She thinks I’m faking it, so I don’t have to date her.”
“She obviously lacks any empirical evidence,” Lex concluded.
“Exactly.” Clark lined himself up with Lex’s opening and began to press in.
Lex tensed for one moment, then relaxed, and Clark pushed an extra inch inside.
“She also laughed at me when I said I was in love with you,” Clark pouted and then, at Lex’s sharp inhalation of breath, plunged the rest of the way home.
Lex hissed, and his fingers dug into Clark’s shoulders hard enough to leave bruises on anyone else. Clark worried for a moment that he’d gone too fast, but then Lex spoke, and his voice was every bit as mischievous as it had been when they’d both been young and up to something back in Smallville. “I suppose she’s also under the delusion that I’m not in love with you?”
“Probably,” Clark agreed, moving slowly and biting his lip to keep from thrusting wildly out of control.
“She doesn’t seem very bright. We’ll have to fuck on one of the dryers, I suppose.”
“Uh-huh,” Clark grunted around where his teeth dug into the flesh of his lip.
“Here.” Lex pulled Clark’s shoulders down. “Let me do that for you.” And his own teeth began nibbling at Clark’s mouth in a thoroughly delightful way.
It gave Clark more attention to focus on how amazingly warm Lex was inside, how Lex molded to his contours, and how Lex’s hips rocked against his, urging him on harder and faster. Both were requests Clark was more than willing to comply with.
Moans echoed between their joined mouths, and not even Clark could tell whether it was he or Lex who was moaning. Maybe both. His thrusts increased in intensity until he was pretty sure he was blurring the line between human and superhuman, but somehow Lex kept apace with him throughout, his legs wrapped around Clark’s waist and his fingers sunk deep into Clark’s hair.
“Well,” Lex finally gasped when he broke away from their kiss, “I think I’m now eminently qualified to confirm that you’re gay.” And he did something so that he suddenly clenched around Clark, and it was perfect and too much all at once.
“Oh, God! Lex…” Clark squeaked in a downright embarrassing way, and then he was coming even more embarrassingly fast and hard, but Lex didn’t seem to mind at all. His hands came up to cup Clark’s face, soothing him as he fell.
And fall, he did. Quite literally. Lex let out a little “oof!” when Clark fully landed on him. Two hundred pounds of supermuscle had a way of rendering even the sexiest supervillains breathless. At that moment, it felt like the toughest battle Superman had even fought, but Clark managed to roll to the side so that he wasn’t squashing Lex anymore. Lex moved with him so that their bodies remained in a loose embrace.
“You realize, of course,” Lex yawned, “that this is the most absurd, improbable relationship I’ve ever embarked upon.”
“Really?” Clark blinked. “I mean, you did marry that woman who turned out to be a radioactive mop come to life from one of the broom closets in your Evil Lab…”
“Even still.”
“More absurd and improbable than the rest of our lives?” Clark asked skeptically.
Lex had to frown at that. “No,” he finally agreed. “I suppose not.”
“We do absurd and improbable well,” Clark assured him. “It’s all good.”
Lex murmured his agreement and before long he’d fallen into a deep, comfortable sleep at Clark’s side.
Clark watched Lex sleep for a long time before he finally got up the energy to clean them both up. Lex looked so much softer when he was asleep, but then Clark had finally figured out how to make him soft and pliant while he was awake too, hadn’t he?
Clark pulled the covers up around them both, and Lex shifted so that his back was to Clark. It was touching how trusting that unconscious gesture was. Clark curled up behind Lex and took a few minutes to process the elegant curve of Lex’s skull in the moonlight and the absolutely ludicrous series of events that had allowed Clark to witness Lex like this.
Finally, Clark brushed his lips against the curve of Lex’s bare scalp, did a quick x-ray just to make absolutely sure there were no evil alien eggs about to hatch in Lex’s brain, and fell into the deep sleep of the truly satisfied superhero. After all, it wasn’t every day one finally got to fuck their archenemy so hard that they passed out.
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