SV - Fic - Wings (Superhero!Lex WIP) addition
I added a bit to Wings - http://laurab1.livejournal.com/86248.html, and wanted to share.
Clark/Lex, adults. Enjoy!
Clark heard Lex arrive back at the penthouse, and soon had him in his arms. They kissed in greeting.
“Lex! What did you buy?” Clark said, when he saw the huge box on the sofa. Allure, the store’s name, was printed on the top, in large, flowing script.
“Open it and see, Clark.” Lex’s purring had returned.
Uh oh. Clark could feel himself blushing. Clark carefully removed the lid. He saw the wings. Rather than any sort of angel, he was reminded of subverting convention and half naked male ballet dancers. There was a sudden lack of blood in the upper half of his body.
“Lex, these are gorgeous! They’ll go just right with the rest of the costume!” Clark exclaimed. The wings were indeed gorgeous; four feet long and two feet wide, white and made with real turkey feathers.
“I thought so, too, Clark. The second time I saw you, I was sure you were an angel. So, I couldn’t wait to see the wings on you; just them, nothing else.”
Again with the sexy voice! “Bedroom,” Clark almost growled, gathering up the wings, “now, Lex.”
Lex supersped them there.
In the bedroom, there was kissing, stripping off of clothes and more kissing. Then they actually remembered the wings. Clark got off the bed and slid the straps onto his shoulders. Looking at his reflection in the full length mirror, Clark gasped. Turning back to Lex, he waited for his reaction.
“You look like a naked angel, Clark. Beautiful,” Lex breathed.
“I thought angels were smooth, Lex. Kind of not, y’know,” Clark said.
“Well,” Lex said, casting a pointed look at the object of Clark’s words, “you must be a fallen angel, then. Cast out of Heaven on the pretext of being corrupt, but really they were all just jealous of how big you are. There, particularly.” There was a smirk to round off Lex’s words.
“And I suppose you actually corrupted me?” Clark asked.
“I most definitely did, Clark. But not completely, though. C’mere, Lucifer,” Lex said, smiling.
Clark went. And then there was even more kissing. And a lot of moaning and screaming. Just as they’d predicted, Clark wearing Lex’s Warrior Angel wings had led to the first of many interesting bedroom adventures with those particular items. They slept like spoons, Clark behind Lex, wrapping them both in the beautiful wings.
It was only later that they noticed the wings and the bed had a few scorch marks on them. That power worked the same way in another body, then.
Clark/Lex, adults. Enjoy!
Clark heard Lex arrive back at the penthouse, and soon had him in his arms. They kissed in greeting.
“Lex! What did you buy?” Clark said, when he saw the huge box on the sofa. Allure, the store’s name, was printed on the top, in large, flowing script.
“Open it and see, Clark.” Lex’s purring had returned.
Uh oh. Clark could feel himself blushing. Clark carefully removed the lid. He saw the wings. Rather than any sort of angel, he was reminded of subverting convention and half naked male ballet dancers. There was a sudden lack of blood in the upper half of his body.
“Lex, these are gorgeous! They’ll go just right with the rest of the costume!” Clark exclaimed. The wings were indeed gorgeous; four feet long and two feet wide, white and made with real turkey feathers.
“I thought so, too, Clark. The second time I saw you, I was sure you were an angel. So, I couldn’t wait to see the wings on you; just them, nothing else.”
Again with the sexy voice! “Bedroom,” Clark almost growled, gathering up the wings, “now, Lex.”
Lex supersped them there.
In the bedroom, there was kissing, stripping off of clothes and more kissing. Then they actually remembered the wings. Clark got off the bed and slid the straps onto his shoulders. Looking at his reflection in the full length mirror, Clark gasped. Turning back to Lex, he waited for his reaction.
“You look like a naked angel, Clark. Beautiful,” Lex breathed.
“I thought angels were smooth, Lex. Kind of not, y’know,” Clark said.
“Well,” Lex said, casting a pointed look at the object of Clark’s words, “you must be a fallen angel, then. Cast out of Heaven on the pretext of being corrupt, but really they were all just jealous of how big you are. There, particularly.” There was a smirk to round off Lex’s words.
“And I suppose you actually corrupted me?” Clark asked.
“I most definitely did, Clark. But not completely, though. C’mere, Lucifer,” Lex said, smiling.
Clark went. And then there was even more kissing. And a lot of moaning and screaming. Just as they’d predicted, Clark wearing Lex’s Warrior Angel wings had led to the first of many interesting bedroom adventures with those particular items. They slept like spoons, Clark behind Lex, wrapping them both in the beautiful wings.
It was only later that they noticed the wings and the bed had a few scorch marks on them. That power worked the same way in another body, then.