Superman For Sale, part 5
Hey, it's just about damn time isn't it?
Maybe Hell hasn't frozen over yet, but I've finally completed the next update to Superman for Sale!
Find the previous parts here:
First Part, Second Part, Third Part. Fourth Part
Title: Superman for Sale
Author: D.M. Wyatt
Pairing: Clark/Other (implied), Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Physical and Emotional TC, graphic descriptions of adult sexual content, BD/SM, future fic, post rift
Spoilers: None
Short summary: Now in Lex's posession, Clark has to try and make the best of a bad situation
~:::~
Mercy closed the door behind him as Clark slid into the backseat next to Lex. He tried to stay as far away from his captor as possible, but Lex wasn't about to let him get away with that. As Mercy climbed into the front seat, Clark tried to resist the insistent tugging but he couldn't. The cord that attached him to Lex was just as solid, and invisible, as the one witch had used on him.
The cord was on the hand away from Lex, so unless he wanted to end up sitting in Lex's lap, he had to get as close as Lex wanted him to get. He scowled at the other man as he tried to ignore the pain from the kryptonite in the front seat. His inexplicable desire for Lex hadn't been lessened by the exposure level causing him more pain.
Somehow, the need seemed to be emphasized by being closer to Lex. He simply... felt more. The scent of Lex's cologne, the sound of his breathing, even the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat, it had been amplified, like his senses were inside some kind of microscope and he could sense everything more deeply. Somehow all his senses seemed keener and more attuned with his surroundings, which wasn't usual while he was being poisoned by Kryptonite.
Clark frowned at where his leg touched Lex's. He was hyper-aware of the heat coming through the other man's slacks. He could almost feel the weave of the fabric of Lex's pants through his suit. His desire for Lex fought with the pain and nausea from the Kryptonite poisoning to gain control of his body. He was so hard it was painful. Clark wanted so badly to press a hand against himself to try to ease the pain, even if only a little, but he resisted the urge.
He had to satisfy himself with hiding the evidence behind the folds of his cape he held crumpled in his fists, which he resolutely kept in his lap. Lex had been right. He'd probably do a lot to avoid an embarrassing erection in his uniform. He glared at the smaller man, who smiled up at him with an inscrutable look on his face as he lightly fingered the edge of the cape that had fallen across his leg.
A thought occurred to him as he yanked the cape out from under Lex's hand. Suddenly angry, Clark huffily pointed out, "It's not spandex."
Lex's eyebrows creased as he looked at him, seemingly perplexed what Clark had been referring to. "What isn't spandex?"
He growled indignantly, "My suit."
Lex smiled indulgently, "Oh, that." He arched an eyebrow as Clark's scowl deepened. "The next time I pay a ransom to rescue you from a kidnapper I'll be sure to describe your costume more accurately."
Clark glared at his supposed rescuer. "Uniform."
Lex was perplexed. "Uniform?"
"It's not a 'costume.' I wear a uniform."
Lex snorted in derision. "In what army is that a uniform?"
A wave of pain hit him, the kryptonite reminding him that he was too close. He grimaced and stifled a groan.
Lex sounded concerned. "You okay?"
He glanced at his buyer and growled as his breath hitched with the pain. "Like you really care."
Lex's look of mild shock was surprising. "I do care." He doubted Lex was really shocked at Clark's cynicism but he couldn't deny the sincerity he heard in Lex's voice. "What's wrong?"
Clark replied, with a strain in his voice, "Mercy should close that window...."
Lex was confused. "What?"
He nodded toward the front of the car. "Partition's made from lead crystal, right? The last time I tried, I couldn't see through it."
Comprehension dawned on Lex's face. "Oh, right. Sorry." Lex didn't take his eyes off of Clark as he pushed a button on the console next to him. The glass partition between the front and back seats slid closed and protected Clark from the kryptonite in the front seat.
Clark sighed deeply in relief and his body relaxed until he felt his inexplicable desire strengthen. He wanted desperately to cross his arms across his chest and put on his best righteously indignant pose, but his hands were needed in his lap. He needed them there where he still had both of his fists full of cape to help hide his erection. It was getting more difficult every second to resist the growing urge to press one hand against his painfully hard erection.
He looked sideways at Lex, who sat next to him and made a slight sound. Clark blushed at the appreciative noise Lex made as he felt his eyes roam up and down his body.
When Clark looked at Lex's face, his eyes dark with desire and his lips perfectly moist and open, he had an even better idea. Clark wanted Lex to ease the pain for him. However, that thought made him even harder and he clenched his fists even tighter trying to resist the new urge he had of kissing Lex's inviting lips.
Torn by resentment for being totally objectified, sold like a used car, and gratitude for being saved from the witch's painful spells, combined with the strong desire he felt, Clark wasn't sure how to react. His mind was in turmoil and his body just wanted the desire to be sated.
Unsure of what to do or say, Clark decided to find out what Lex's plans were. He cleared his throat and hope he didn't look and sound as turned on as he was. He spoke quietly. "Where are you taking me, Luthor?"
"When we're alone, you don't have to keep up the act..."
"What act?"
"Clark, you can call me Lex."
Clark blanched. Had Lex really known his secret identity all this time? He scowled and lied, "My name isn't Clark."
Lex arched one brow. "You really think I'm unaware of your 'secret' identity?"
"I have no secret identity, that's why I don't wear a mask."
"No, Clark. You don't wear a mask because you don't like them."
He sighed. "How long have you known?"
"I've always known, Clark. Styling your hair differently and wearing eye glasses is hardly a good disguise, but even if I hadn't known before today it's clear the witch figured it out.... She had objects from the 'Clark' side of your life spread out all around you for that spell she did."
Clark blushed, "She didn't figure it out, she forced me to tell her who I was." He frowned at Lex, "You never even once said anything that indicated that you knew. Why didn't you let on?"
Lex shrugged. "I wanted to play along..." He smirked up at Clark. "It's far too much fun pretending to not know and then watch you try to cover your tracks." Clark scowled and Lex arched an eyebrow, "It's so obvious when you know, Clark."
"I thought you kept breaking into my apartment to try and find clues to Superman's identity." A thought occurred to Clark. "Why did you keep doing that if you knew?"
Lex sniffed. "I didn't break into your apartment."
Clark smirked. "Yes, you have. I could tell." He pointed at his eyes. "I have microscopic vision. I saw your fingerprints, Lex."
"You can see fingerprints?
"I could identify your DNA if I had to, but yes: I recognize your prints." He smiled. "You should wear gloves when you burgle someone's place, Lex."
"I'm not burglarizing if I don't take anything." He scowled back at Clark. "If you knew I was breaking in why didn't you call the cops?"
He shrugged. "Because you never take anything." The discussion had distracted Clark a bit from point he'd tried to make. He glared at Lex. "You never answered my question. Where are you taking me?"
Lex shrugged and gestured toward the front of the car, and the long stretch of highway they were traveling. "I'm taking you that way." He smiled innocently at Clark.
Clark scowled, annoyed at Lex's unexpected playfulness. "That's not what I meant. You've been trying to capture me for years and now you have me. What are your plans? You going to run tests?"
"No, it was nothing like that, Clark. That seems so... mundane." Lex sighed and spoke in an oddly sad tone. "No, originally I had wanted to cause you agonizing pain. Maybe even put you on display so the whole world could see how I had bested and humiliated you."
Clark blanched at the prospect but there was a glimmer of hope in what Lex said. "Originally?"
His captor shrugged and he sounded perplexed and unsure. "Somehow, now that I actually have you it doesn't seem to be the thing to do anymore."
"No?" Clark raised his eyebrows at Lex, curious at his uncharacteristic uncertainty. It was very un-Lex-like, but all the other man did was shrug.
"I'm not sure what my plans are for you in the long term," Lex smirked and he almost purred, as he spoke in a throaty, passionate tone. "Right now, all I want is for you to touch me."
Clark glared at Lex as the magical restraint shortened and pulled his hand so it rested on Lex's knee. Lex gently covered his hand with his own.
Lex looked up at the man and frowned when he saw Clark's scowl. "You know, I thought you'd be more grateful I paid that woman's price to rescue you."
Clark blushed and looked down at his cape clutched in his free hand. "Well, we should probably talk about that. I am grateful, but I plan on paying you back..." He looked down at Lex earnestly. "I'll repay every penny."
"You think you can pay me back?" Lex snorted, his skepticism obvious. "I don't think so."
Clark felt insulted. "I am a man of my word, you should know that."
Lex shook his head, "Unless the Daily Planet is paying you a lot more than I thought, you can't afford it."
He frowned. "How much did you pay?"
"A lot."
Clark sniffed indignantly, annoyed that Lex didn't really answer the question. "I'll work it off if I can't pay you back."
Lex laughed out loud which annoyed Clark even more. "I'm not sure I could find that much heavy lifting for you to do." Lex's smile faded and the look on his face became something different. His eyes darkened with desire. "However, there's something else you could do that doesn't require much lifting..." Lex gently squeezed the hand still resting on his knee.
Clark blushed furiously as his desire for Lex became nearly overwhelming. He cleared his throat and hoped he sounded firm. "Absolutely no sex." He tried to pull his hand out from under Lex's, but the magical restraint wouldn't let him. It felt like his hand was now magically tied to Lex's leg.
"Why not, Clark? One night of passion with you and I would consider the debt repaid. Is that too much to ask for the man who rescued you from a painful and humiliating captivity?"
"I won't prostitute myself, Lex." He fought the urge to kiss Lex. His soft lips were particularly inviting. Clark knew he could easily lean over and kiss him, but he only barely resisted the impulse.
His voice became softer and husky with the desire he couldn't really hide anymore. "How much money are we talking, Lex? I need to know."
Lex looked at Clark with eyes that were dark and slightly out of focus and shrugged, as if it were nothing, "Twenty million."
Clark blanched, "Twenty...?"
"It was worth every penny if I can get you to see things my way."
Clark blushed, again. "That's a lot of money, Lex, but it doesn't change the fact that I don't want to pay you back with sexual favors. I'm not a rent-boy." Even as he denied it, that was what he really wanted. He cleared his throat and hoped his voice wouldn't crack. "Can you think of something else I could do?"
Lex sighed but then it looked like a light went off in his head. "Well, there is something-"
Clark interrupted, "That's not illegal?"
Lex frowned and leaned back. "You're no fun, Clark. Besides, I bought you fair and square. You shouldn't be the one placing limits on what I will accept as compensation for that."
Clark growled. "You can't buy a person. Slavery is illegal, Lex."
Lex looked at Clark with an arched brow. "I think Abraham Lincoln only had humans in mind when he wrote the Emancipation Proclamation, Clark. Human is something you are most definitely not."
Clark blanched again as an old fear rose to the surface of his mind. "You can't own me, Lex. It doesn't matter that I'm not human."
Lex smiled and spoke soothingly as he gently caressed Clark's hand where he'd 'tied' it to his leg. "Well, maybe I can think of something that doesn't involve sex or illegal activities...." The other man thought furiously for several seconds and he looked up at Clark. "You're good with your hands, right? And I know how fast you are. Maybe you could help one of my construction firms finish a bridge. It's nearly a month behind schedule and I'm facing a million dollar fine a day for not completing the structure on time. You help me with that and it would save me tens of millions of dollars."
Clark thought about it and scowled. "That would save you money, but what about the employees? What would happen to them if I do it?"
Lex stated off-handedly, "Well, once the job is finished, they'll be laid off."
He shook his head, "No, I won't do something that will throw people out of work, Lex. Not even to help pay you back. The extra months of pay could make a huge difference in their lives... It could help them keep their children warm and fed."
Lex scowled back at him. "What else do you propose then, Clark? I'm not sure I have twenty million dollars worth of heavy lifting that needs to be done that won't affect other people's jobs."
"I don't know what to tell you, Lex."
Lex sighed and looked Clark up and down. "I know what I want that won't cost a single person their job." Lex gently squeezed Clark's knee. Even such a minor touch sent chills up his spine and caused his breath to speed up. Lex smiled at Clark's reaction and his voice dropped in tone and became a husky, soft whisper. "Come live with me."
He glared angrily at Lex. "I said no sex."
Lex affected an innocent tone that Clark didn't buy for one second. "Did I say anything about sex? No, all I want is for you to come and stay with me for a couple of weeks. No sex."
"You'd let me off the hook after just staying with you for only a couple of weeks?"
"Oh, you're right. That's not long enough... let's make it a month. That does seem more fair, doesn't it?"
"A month? Lex..."
"Oh, you're right, Clark. A month isn't near long enough. Let's make it two."
"I'll maybe agree to a month, not two, but do you promise no sex?"
Lex held up two fingers. "Boy Scout's Honor: No sex."
"You were never in the Boy Scouts, Lex."
"Neither were you, yet they call you the Big Blue Boy Scout."
Clark scowled at Lex, it was one of his many nicknames that he didn't like. "I don't understand. There must be a catch to this... Why do you want me to stay with you if it's not for sex?"
Lex smirked. "We were friends once, but now you only seem to spout platitudes to me and ruin my research facilities."
Clark's voice hardened. "When you do what you do, what else can I do?"
Lex sighed. "Maybe if you saw me more often, if we hung out like we used to, it'd be easier to see me again as a person you could be friends with. The vicious cycle of me coming up with intricate schemes to get your attention and your destroying my secret labs as you lecture me on using my power responsibly has got to stop."
Clark blinked and stared at Lex in shock. "You mean all those things you do... the evil plans you've concocted, were some sort of ploy to get my attention?"
"Well, it worked didn't it?"
"So you're telling me that even the crazy flying robot monkeys-"
Lex interrupted and stated his objection matter-of-factly, "The flying robot monkeys weren't crazy. That would have succeeded."
Clark ignored Lex's denial. "So, they were all part of a plan to what? Get me into bed?"
Lex sniffed, acting offended but Clark didn't buy it. "Well, if they had worked, yes."
"Flying robot monkeys equals foreplay to you? Are you crazy?"
He smirked at Clark as the other man's blush deepened. "Maybe so, but would you have come to bed with me if I'd just asked?"
Clark frowned. "No, probably not."
"See? At least with the flying robot monkeys I got you all flustered and frustrated... You're cute when you're frustrated." Lex looked at Clark. "You still didn't answer the question. Will you stay with me or not?"
Clark scowled, skeptical. "All you need is a month?"
"No, I said two months."
He growled. "All you need is a month..." Lex frowned but nodded. "A month of me living with you, with no sex involved, and we're square?"
"Yes, that's all and no sex." Lex looked smug, certain the deal was nearly done. "Deal?"
He became immediately suspicious when Lex's smile broadened.
He scowled at Lex. "This is too easy... there has to be a catch."
Lex chuckled evilly. "No catch for you."
"What do you mean, 'no catch for me'? Who's going to have the catch? The witch?"
"Do you seriously think I'd let her get away with extorting twenty million dollars from me?"
Clark gaped at Lex. "You're not going to kill her are you? I won't let you do that..."
"Not much you can do to stop me, Clark."
"I won't stay with you if you do."
Lex tugged at the invisible restraint wrapped around his wrist. "I'm not sure you have much of a choice."
Clark leaned into Lex's personal space and talked in a low, hoarse whisper. "The witch didn't tell you everything about this spell, Lex. Her control over me was spotty at best with this thing... When I was in that house, I spent most of my time asleep. When I fought her for control, it took too much out of her. She had to put some sort of spell on me to make me worship her and not even that worked all the time. She had to resort to putting me into agony or making me forget how to move."
Lex's eyes hardened. "Is that so...?"
"I'll fight you with every ounce of strength I have if you kill her." Clark looked Lex in his beautiful blue-gray eyes. "Promise me you won't kill her and I'll agree to your deal. I'll stay with you for a month."
Lex's eyes narrowed and he sighed. "Okay, I promise."
Clark arched an eyebrow at Lex. "You won't kill her?"
"I promised didn't I? But you have to promise me no going home to Smallville, except for maybe an afternoon, and no going home to your apartment to pick up clean tights. You do your work at The Daily Planet and do your good deeds, but come home to the penthouse to eat dinner and sleep."
"How do you know I keep my spare uniforms in my apartment?"
"Never mind about that, will you come and stay with me or not?"
"Okay, I will but-"
Lex interrupted, "Good." He smiled as he touched the stone in his pocket. "I think you need to take a nap."
Clark yawned and shook his head, trying to stay awake. He looked at Lex and yawned again as his eyelids drooped. "I'm not sleepy, Lex...."
"You are now, I need to make some calls if you're going to live with me for next ninety days."
Clark yawned again. "You said thirty..."
"Thirty, whatever... I'll have Hope go get your spare suits, some clothes and whatever toiletries from your apartment you need."
"She gonna break in?" Clark could barely keep his eyes open.
"No, of course not. You do still keep your key under your welcome mat, right?"
"Is that how you...?"
"Is that a yes?"
Clark was too sleepy to glower, even though he wanted to. He simply sighed. "Yes..." Clark's head settled onto Lex's shoulder and he pulled his cape around him like a blanket. He was so sleepy, his voice was soft and slurred. "So, what're ya gonna do 'bout the witch?"
"Oh, I just won't let her keep the money."
Clark's sleepy brain didn't quite process that before exhaustion made it impossible to do more than mumble. "...but I agreed...?"
"Yes, you did so I got the better part of the deal. You should have known I was never going to let her keep it, alive or dead." Clark could hear the smug gloat in Lex's voice. "Now, go to sleep and I'll wake you when we get to Metropolis."
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The small fridge in the limo that held his bottled water was out of reach, so Lex was annoyed by not having a way to clean his thumb which was still smeared with dried blood. He didn't want to push Clark off his shoulder so he could reach his bottle of water and a paper towel, so instead he sucked his thumb clean.
Odd, but when he did that his mouth tingled... He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the dried blood from Clark's forehead. He smiled affectionately at him, he hadn't even realized it was there.
Lex talked to Hope in the main office for almost an hour giving her instructions. He sighed deeply when all was set and looked at his prize that slept peacefully as he leaned against his shoulder. Lex shifted his weight and gently moved Clark's head to rest in his lap. He wanted to get a better look at the sleeping man.
Clark was a man's man, yet breathtakingly gorgeous at the same time. So masculine yet so pretty, he was like a dream come true. He slept on and quietly snored. Somehow Lex's heart, for lack of a better term, melted. He felt such an overpowering sense of love and desire for this man he wasn't sure he could have put it into words. It was ironic since the man couldn't stand to be near him and apparently hated the very idea of having sex with him. Clark had fought so hard to quell the desire that was so clearly so strong. His very obvious erection had looked painful.
It was maddening, to want what he couldn't have so badly and yet have next to no chance of ever getting it.
Lex looked down Clark's long body where he was curled up on the seat next to him. He gently touched Clark's back and smoothed the scarlet cape down so he could better see his powerful muscles. Clark was so strong it defied belief, yet Lex knew that how impossibly gentle he could be.
He'd seen him pick up cars as easily as anyone else would pick up a paperback book; he'd seen him smash giant Lexcorp battle-bots without much more difficulty than anyone else might have crushed an eggshell. Yet, he could be so gentle. Back when they were still friends and Lex would hang out while Clark finished his chores, he had also seen him gently pluck newly hatched chicks from the remains of their shells and place them into the warmers at the farm. In his Superman guise, Lex had also seen Clark gently remove kittens stuck in tree tops and tenderly conduct fragile octogenarian women across busy street crossings.
He had always wondered what it would be like to have such a powerful man be his lover. Would he like it rough, unafraid of being injured? Or would he, such a gentle soul, like his love making to be tender and soft like his skin?
Lost in thought, Lex had stopped caressing Clark's dark curls when he noticed one of his hands twitch. Concerned, Lex looked back to Clark's face. He had a pained look on his face and he moaned, apparently in the throws of a nightmare.
Suddenly concerned for Clark's well-being, Lex's chest tightened. He shushed him and gently caressed his broad back. It calmed Clark and it seemed so natural, Lex taking care of Clark. It struck him to wonder why he hadn't felt this way before now. Previously, his feelings had been almost completely lustful, so why the change? Maybe it was the fact he had felt so helpless to protect him when the witch had caused him such pain and humiliation.
Lex shrugged. He wasn't sure why the change, but it didn't really matter. In the end, what was important was that he felt an undeniable urge to protect the man who had quieted and was now sleeping peacefully. As Lex caressed his curls, he was resolved he wouldn't back down from taking care of Clark, no matter what the cost.
It would take some discipline, his desire flared up as he thought of Clark sleeping in his house, but he would abide by Clark's rule of no sex. He fought the urge to lift the silky cape to view the state of Clark's desire in his sleep. He wanted to see if he was still hard, but it would probably take all the mental discipline at his command to resist touching it... He'd always wanted to so badly.
He felt resolved to seduce Clark over the upcoming month, but it would be difficult if he couldn't use sex to do it. Lex was determined that he would make Clark see reason. He would see how they were meant to be together, even if it took all 30 days of his visit to the penthouse to do it.
Continued HERE...
Maybe Hell hasn't frozen over yet, but I've finally completed the next update to Superman for Sale!
Find the previous parts here:
First Part, Second Part, Third Part. Fourth Part
Title: Superman for Sale
Author: D.M. Wyatt
Pairing: Clark/Other (implied), Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Physical and Emotional TC, graphic descriptions of adult sexual content, BD/SM, future fic, post rift
Spoilers: None
Short summary: Now in Lex's posession, Clark has to try and make the best of a bad situation
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Mercy closed the door behind him as Clark slid into the backseat next to Lex. He tried to stay as far away from his captor as possible, but Lex wasn't about to let him get away with that. As Mercy climbed into the front seat, Clark tried to resist the insistent tugging but he couldn't. The cord that attached him to Lex was just as solid, and invisible, as the one witch had used on him.
The cord was on the hand away from Lex, so unless he wanted to end up sitting in Lex's lap, he had to get as close as Lex wanted him to get. He scowled at the other man as he tried to ignore the pain from the kryptonite in the front seat. His inexplicable desire for Lex hadn't been lessened by the exposure level causing him more pain.
Somehow, the need seemed to be emphasized by being closer to Lex. He simply... felt more. The scent of Lex's cologne, the sound of his breathing, even the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat, it had been amplified, like his senses were inside some kind of microscope and he could sense everything more deeply. Somehow all his senses seemed keener and more attuned with his surroundings, which wasn't usual while he was being poisoned by Kryptonite.
Clark frowned at where his leg touched Lex's. He was hyper-aware of the heat coming through the other man's slacks. He could almost feel the weave of the fabric of Lex's pants through his suit. His desire for Lex fought with the pain and nausea from the Kryptonite poisoning to gain control of his body. He was so hard it was painful. Clark wanted so badly to press a hand against himself to try to ease the pain, even if only a little, but he resisted the urge.
He had to satisfy himself with hiding the evidence behind the folds of his cape he held crumpled in his fists, which he resolutely kept in his lap. Lex had been right. He'd probably do a lot to avoid an embarrassing erection in his uniform. He glared at the smaller man, who smiled up at him with an inscrutable look on his face as he lightly fingered the edge of the cape that had fallen across his leg.
A thought occurred to him as he yanked the cape out from under Lex's hand. Suddenly angry, Clark huffily pointed out, "It's not spandex."
Lex's eyebrows creased as he looked at him, seemingly perplexed what Clark had been referring to. "What isn't spandex?"
He growled indignantly, "My suit."
Lex smiled indulgently, "Oh, that." He arched an eyebrow as Clark's scowl deepened. "The next time I pay a ransom to rescue you from a kidnapper I'll be sure to describe your costume more accurately."
Clark glared at his supposed rescuer. "Uniform."
Lex was perplexed. "Uniform?"
"It's not a 'costume.' I wear a uniform."
Lex snorted in derision. "In what army is that a uniform?"
A wave of pain hit him, the kryptonite reminding him that he was too close. He grimaced and stifled a groan.
Lex sounded concerned. "You okay?"
He glanced at his buyer and growled as his breath hitched with the pain. "Like you really care."
Lex's look of mild shock was surprising. "I do care." He doubted Lex was really shocked at Clark's cynicism but he couldn't deny the sincerity he heard in Lex's voice. "What's wrong?"
Clark replied, with a strain in his voice, "Mercy should close that window...."
Lex was confused. "What?"
He nodded toward the front of the car. "Partition's made from lead crystal, right? The last time I tried, I couldn't see through it."
Comprehension dawned on Lex's face. "Oh, right. Sorry." Lex didn't take his eyes off of Clark as he pushed a button on the console next to him. The glass partition between the front and back seats slid closed and protected Clark from the kryptonite in the front seat.
Clark sighed deeply in relief and his body relaxed until he felt his inexplicable desire strengthen. He wanted desperately to cross his arms across his chest and put on his best righteously indignant pose, but his hands were needed in his lap. He needed them there where he still had both of his fists full of cape to help hide his erection. It was getting more difficult every second to resist the growing urge to press one hand against his painfully hard erection.
He looked sideways at Lex, who sat next to him and made a slight sound. Clark blushed at the appreciative noise Lex made as he felt his eyes roam up and down his body.
When Clark looked at Lex's face, his eyes dark with desire and his lips perfectly moist and open, he had an even better idea. Clark wanted Lex to ease the pain for him. However, that thought made him even harder and he clenched his fists even tighter trying to resist the new urge he had of kissing Lex's inviting lips.
Torn by resentment for being totally objectified, sold like a used car, and gratitude for being saved from the witch's painful spells, combined with the strong desire he felt, Clark wasn't sure how to react. His mind was in turmoil and his body just wanted the desire to be sated.
Unsure of what to do or say, Clark decided to find out what Lex's plans were. He cleared his throat and hope he didn't look and sound as turned on as he was. He spoke quietly. "Where are you taking me, Luthor?"
"When we're alone, you don't have to keep up the act..."
"What act?"
"Clark, you can call me Lex."
Clark blanched. Had Lex really known his secret identity all this time? He scowled and lied, "My name isn't Clark."
Lex arched one brow. "You really think I'm unaware of your 'secret' identity?"
"I have no secret identity, that's why I don't wear a mask."
"No, Clark. You don't wear a mask because you don't like them."
He sighed. "How long have you known?"
"I've always known, Clark. Styling your hair differently and wearing eye glasses is hardly a good disguise, but even if I hadn't known before today it's clear the witch figured it out.... She had objects from the 'Clark' side of your life spread out all around you for that spell she did."
Clark blushed, "She didn't figure it out, she forced me to tell her who I was." He frowned at Lex, "You never even once said anything that indicated that you knew. Why didn't you let on?"
Lex shrugged. "I wanted to play along..." He smirked up at Clark. "It's far too much fun pretending to not know and then watch you try to cover your tracks." Clark scowled and Lex arched an eyebrow, "It's so obvious when you know, Clark."
"I thought you kept breaking into my apartment to try and find clues to Superman's identity." A thought occurred to Clark. "Why did you keep doing that if you knew?"
Lex sniffed. "I didn't break into your apartment."
Clark smirked. "Yes, you have. I could tell." He pointed at his eyes. "I have microscopic vision. I saw your fingerprints, Lex."
"You can see fingerprints?
"I could identify your DNA if I had to, but yes: I recognize your prints." He smiled. "You should wear gloves when you burgle someone's place, Lex."
"I'm not burglarizing if I don't take anything." He scowled back at Clark. "If you knew I was breaking in why didn't you call the cops?"
He shrugged. "Because you never take anything." The discussion had distracted Clark a bit from point he'd tried to make. He glared at Lex. "You never answered my question. Where are you taking me?"
Lex shrugged and gestured toward the front of the car, and the long stretch of highway they were traveling. "I'm taking you that way." He smiled innocently at Clark.
Clark scowled, annoyed at Lex's unexpected playfulness. "That's not what I meant. You've been trying to capture me for years and now you have me. What are your plans? You going to run tests?"
"No, it was nothing like that, Clark. That seems so... mundane." Lex sighed and spoke in an oddly sad tone. "No, originally I had wanted to cause you agonizing pain. Maybe even put you on display so the whole world could see how I had bested and humiliated you."
Clark blanched at the prospect but there was a glimmer of hope in what Lex said. "Originally?"
His captor shrugged and he sounded perplexed and unsure. "Somehow, now that I actually have you it doesn't seem to be the thing to do anymore."
"No?" Clark raised his eyebrows at Lex, curious at his uncharacteristic uncertainty. It was very un-Lex-like, but all the other man did was shrug.
"I'm not sure what my plans are for you in the long term," Lex smirked and he almost purred, as he spoke in a throaty, passionate tone. "Right now, all I want is for you to touch me."
Clark glared at Lex as the magical restraint shortened and pulled his hand so it rested on Lex's knee. Lex gently covered his hand with his own.
Lex looked up at the man and frowned when he saw Clark's scowl. "You know, I thought you'd be more grateful I paid that woman's price to rescue you."
Clark blushed and looked down at his cape clutched in his free hand. "Well, we should probably talk about that. I am grateful, but I plan on paying you back..." He looked down at Lex earnestly. "I'll repay every penny."
"You think you can pay me back?" Lex snorted, his skepticism obvious. "I don't think so."
Clark felt insulted. "I am a man of my word, you should know that."
Lex shook his head, "Unless the Daily Planet is paying you a lot more than I thought, you can't afford it."
He frowned. "How much did you pay?"
"A lot."
Clark sniffed indignantly, annoyed that Lex didn't really answer the question. "I'll work it off if I can't pay you back."
Lex laughed out loud which annoyed Clark even more. "I'm not sure I could find that much heavy lifting for you to do." Lex's smile faded and the look on his face became something different. His eyes darkened with desire. "However, there's something else you could do that doesn't require much lifting..." Lex gently squeezed the hand still resting on his knee.
Clark blushed furiously as his desire for Lex became nearly overwhelming. He cleared his throat and hoped he sounded firm. "Absolutely no sex." He tried to pull his hand out from under Lex's, but the magical restraint wouldn't let him. It felt like his hand was now magically tied to Lex's leg.
"Why not, Clark? One night of passion with you and I would consider the debt repaid. Is that too much to ask for the man who rescued you from a painful and humiliating captivity?"
"I won't prostitute myself, Lex." He fought the urge to kiss Lex. His soft lips were particularly inviting. Clark knew he could easily lean over and kiss him, but he only barely resisted the impulse.
His voice became softer and husky with the desire he couldn't really hide anymore. "How much money are we talking, Lex? I need to know."
Lex looked at Clark with eyes that were dark and slightly out of focus and shrugged, as if it were nothing, "Twenty million."
Clark blanched, "Twenty...?"
"It was worth every penny if I can get you to see things my way."
Clark blushed, again. "That's a lot of money, Lex, but it doesn't change the fact that I don't want to pay you back with sexual favors. I'm not a rent-boy." Even as he denied it, that was what he really wanted. He cleared his throat and hoped his voice wouldn't crack. "Can you think of something else I could do?"
Lex sighed but then it looked like a light went off in his head. "Well, there is something-"
Clark interrupted, "That's not illegal?"
Lex frowned and leaned back. "You're no fun, Clark. Besides, I bought you fair and square. You shouldn't be the one placing limits on what I will accept as compensation for that."
Clark growled. "You can't buy a person. Slavery is illegal, Lex."
Lex looked at Clark with an arched brow. "I think Abraham Lincoln only had humans in mind when he wrote the Emancipation Proclamation, Clark. Human is something you are most definitely not."
Clark blanched again as an old fear rose to the surface of his mind. "You can't own me, Lex. It doesn't matter that I'm not human."
Lex smiled and spoke soothingly as he gently caressed Clark's hand where he'd 'tied' it to his leg. "Well, maybe I can think of something that doesn't involve sex or illegal activities...." The other man thought furiously for several seconds and he looked up at Clark. "You're good with your hands, right? And I know how fast you are. Maybe you could help one of my construction firms finish a bridge. It's nearly a month behind schedule and I'm facing a million dollar fine a day for not completing the structure on time. You help me with that and it would save me tens of millions of dollars."
Clark thought about it and scowled. "That would save you money, but what about the employees? What would happen to them if I do it?"
Lex stated off-handedly, "Well, once the job is finished, they'll be laid off."
He shook his head, "No, I won't do something that will throw people out of work, Lex. Not even to help pay you back. The extra months of pay could make a huge difference in their lives... It could help them keep their children warm and fed."
Lex scowled back at him. "What else do you propose then, Clark? I'm not sure I have twenty million dollars worth of heavy lifting that needs to be done that won't affect other people's jobs."
"I don't know what to tell you, Lex."
Lex sighed and looked Clark up and down. "I know what I want that won't cost a single person their job." Lex gently squeezed Clark's knee. Even such a minor touch sent chills up his spine and caused his breath to speed up. Lex smiled at Clark's reaction and his voice dropped in tone and became a husky, soft whisper. "Come live with me."
He glared angrily at Lex. "I said no sex."
Lex affected an innocent tone that Clark didn't buy for one second. "Did I say anything about sex? No, all I want is for you to come and stay with me for a couple of weeks. No sex."
"You'd let me off the hook after just staying with you for only a couple of weeks?"
"Oh, you're right. That's not long enough... let's make it a month. That does seem more fair, doesn't it?"
"A month? Lex..."
"Oh, you're right, Clark. A month isn't near long enough. Let's make it two."
"I'll maybe agree to a month, not two, but do you promise no sex?"
Lex held up two fingers. "Boy Scout's Honor: No sex."
"You were never in the Boy Scouts, Lex."
"Neither were you, yet they call you the Big Blue Boy Scout."
Clark scowled at Lex, it was one of his many nicknames that he didn't like. "I don't understand. There must be a catch to this... Why do you want me to stay with you if it's not for sex?"
Lex smirked. "We were friends once, but now you only seem to spout platitudes to me and ruin my research facilities."
Clark's voice hardened. "When you do what you do, what else can I do?"
Lex sighed. "Maybe if you saw me more often, if we hung out like we used to, it'd be easier to see me again as a person you could be friends with. The vicious cycle of me coming up with intricate schemes to get your attention and your destroying my secret labs as you lecture me on using my power responsibly has got to stop."
Clark blinked and stared at Lex in shock. "You mean all those things you do... the evil plans you've concocted, were some sort of ploy to get my attention?"
"Well, it worked didn't it?"
"So you're telling me that even the crazy flying robot monkeys-"
Lex interrupted and stated his objection matter-of-factly, "The flying robot monkeys weren't crazy. That would have succeeded."
Clark ignored Lex's denial. "So, they were all part of a plan to what? Get me into bed?"
Lex sniffed, acting offended but Clark didn't buy it. "Well, if they had worked, yes."
"Flying robot monkeys equals foreplay to you? Are you crazy?"
He smirked at Clark as the other man's blush deepened. "Maybe so, but would you have come to bed with me if I'd just asked?"
Clark frowned. "No, probably not."
"See? At least with the flying robot monkeys I got you all flustered and frustrated... You're cute when you're frustrated." Lex looked at Clark. "You still didn't answer the question. Will you stay with me or not?"
Clark scowled, skeptical. "All you need is a month?"
"No, I said two months."
He growled. "All you need is a month..." Lex frowned but nodded. "A month of me living with you, with no sex involved, and we're square?"
"Yes, that's all and no sex." Lex looked smug, certain the deal was nearly done. "Deal?"
He became immediately suspicious when Lex's smile broadened.
He scowled at Lex. "This is too easy... there has to be a catch."
Lex chuckled evilly. "No catch for you."
"What do you mean, 'no catch for me'? Who's going to have the catch? The witch?"
"Do you seriously think I'd let her get away with extorting twenty million dollars from me?"
Clark gaped at Lex. "You're not going to kill her are you? I won't let you do that..."
"Not much you can do to stop me, Clark."
"I won't stay with you if you do."
Lex tugged at the invisible restraint wrapped around his wrist. "I'm not sure you have much of a choice."
Clark leaned into Lex's personal space and talked in a low, hoarse whisper. "The witch didn't tell you everything about this spell, Lex. Her control over me was spotty at best with this thing... When I was in that house, I spent most of my time asleep. When I fought her for control, it took too much out of her. She had to put some sort of spell on me to make me worship her and not even that worked all the time. She had to resort to putting me into agony or making me forget how to move."
Lex's eyes hardened. "Is that so...?"
"I'll fight you with every ounce of strength I have if you kill her." Clark looked Lex in his beautiful blue-gray eyes. "Promise me you won't kill her and I'll agree to your deal. I'll stay with you for a month."
Lex's eyes narrowed and he sighed. "Okay, I promise."
Clark arched an eyebrow at Lex. "You won't kill her?"
"I promised didn't I? But you have to promise me no going home to Smallville, except for maybe an afternoon, and no going home to your apartment to pick up clean tights. You do your work at The Daily Planet and do your good deeds, but come home to the penthouse to eat dinner and sleep."
"How do you know I keep my spare uniforms in my apartment?"
"Never mind about that, will you come and stay with me or not?"
"Okay, I will but-"
Lex interrupted, "Good." He smiled as he touched the stone in his pocket. "I think you need to take a nap."
Clark yawned and shook his head, trying to stay awake. He looked at Lex and yawned again as his eyelids drooped. "I'm not sleepy, Lex...."
"You are now, I need to make some calls if you're going to live with me for next ninety days."
Clark yawned again. "You said thirty..."
"Thirty, whatever... I'll have Hope go get your spare suits, some clothes and whatever toiletries from your apartment you need."
"She gonna break in?" Clark could barely keep his eyes open.
"No, of course not. You do still keep your key under your welcome mat, right?"
"Is that how you...?"
"Is that a yes?"
Clark was too sleepy to glower, even though he wanted to. He simply sighed. "Yes..." Clark's head settled onto Lex's shoulder and he pulled his cape around him like a blanket. He was so sleepy, his voice was soft and slurred. "So, what're ya gonna do 'bout the witch?"
"Oh, I just won't let her keep the money."
Clark's sleepy brain didn't quite process that before exhaustion made it impossible to do more than mumble. "...but I agreed...?"
"Yes, you did so I got the better part of the deal. You should have known I was never going to let her keep it, alive or dead." Clark could hear the smug gloat in Lex's voice. "Now, go to sleep and I'll wake you when we get to Metropolis."
~:::~
The small fridge in the limo that held his bottled water was out of reach, so Lex was annoyed by not having a way to clean his thumb which was still smeared with dried blood. He didn't want to push Clark off his shoulder so he could reach his bottle of water and a paper towel, so instead he sucked his thumb clean.
Odd, but when he did that his mouth tingled... He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the dried blood from Clark's forehead. He smiled affectionately at him, he hadn't even realized it was there.
Lex talked to Hope in the main office for almost an hour giving her instructions. He sighed deeply when all was set and looked at his prize that slept peacefully as he leaned against his shoulder. Lex shifted his weight and gently moved Clark's head to rest in his lap. He wanted to get a better look at the sleeping man.
Clark was a man's man, yet breathtakingly gorgeous at the same time. So masculine yet so pretty, he was like a dream come true. He slept on and quietly snored. Somehow Lex's heart, for lack of a better term, melted. He felt such an overpowering sense of love and desire for this man he wasn't sure he could have put it into words. It was ironic since the man couldn't stand to be near him and apparently hated the very idea of having sex with him. Clark had fought so hard to quell the desire that was so clearly so strong. His very obvious erection had looked painful.
It was maddening, to want what he couldn't have so badly and yet have next to no chance of ever getting it.
Lex looked down Clark's long body where he was curled up on the seat next to him. He gently touched Clark's back and smoothed the scarlet cape down so he could better see his powerful muscles. Clark was so strong it defied belief, yet Lex knew that how impossibly gentle he could be.
He'd seen him pick up cars as easily as anyone else would pick up a paperback book; he'd seen him smash giant Lexcorp battle-bots without much more difficulty than anyone else might have crushed an eggshell. Yet, he could be so gentle. Back when they were still friends and Lex would hang out while Clark finished his chores, he had also seen him gently pluck newly hatched chicks from the remains of their shells and place them into the warmers at the farm. In his Superman guise, Lex had also seen Clark gently remove kittens stuck in tree tops and tenderly conduct fragile octogenarian women across busy street crossings.
He had always wondered what it would be like to have such a powerful man be his lover. Would he like it rough, unafraid of being injured? Or would he, such a gentle soul, like his love making to be tender and soft like his skin?
Lost in thought, Lex had stopped caressing Clark's dark curls when he noticed one of his hands twitch. Concerned, Lex looked back to Clark's face. He had a pained look on his face and he moaned, apparently in the throws of a nightmare.
Suddenly concerned for Clark's well-being, Lex's chest tightened. He shushed him and gently caressed his broad back. It calmed Clark and it seemed so natural, Lex taking care of Clark. It struck him to wonder why he hadn't felt this way before now. Previously, his feelings had been almost completely lustful, so why the change? Maybe it was the fact he had felt so helpless to protect him when the witch had caused him such pain and humiliation.
Lex shrugged. He wasn't sure why the change, but it didn't really matter. In the end, what was important was that he felt an undeniable urge to protect the man who had quieted and was now sleeping peacefully. As Lex caressed his curls, he was resolved he wouldn't back down from taking care of Clark, no matter what the cost.
It would take some discipline, his desire flared up as he thought of Clark sleeping in his house, but he would abide by Clark's rule of no sex. He fought the urge to lift the silky cape to view the state of Clark's desire in his sleep. He wanted to see if he was still hard, but it would probably take all the mental discipline at his command to resist touching it... He'd always wanted to so badly.
He felt resolved to seduce Clark over the upcoming month, but it would be difficult if he couldn't use sex to do it. Lex was determined that he would make Clark see reason. He would see how they were meant to be together, even if it took all 30 days of his visit to the penthouse to do it.
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