Luthorcest for Ash
I wrote this because Ash was asking for Luthorcest after the slap in Promise (no spoiler, that was in the preview). This fic fought me all the way; it's really out of my element. This is as good as it gets, I guess. Have fun with the dirty wrong!
Title: Beautiful Boy
Warnings: Incest, implied molestation and abuse, Lana-hate (because, well, it’s Lionel)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lexana, Lionel/Lex, hints of Clex (Lex is kinda a ho)
Summary: The night before the Luthors leave for their honeymoon, Lex and Lionel meditate on their kingdoms.
His beautiful boy had gotten married. Again. The truly pitiful thing about Lex was his overwhelming desire to be loved, by someone, anyone. Even if it turned out to be a vapid, self-absorbed small town girl.
Lionel knew that Lana was worthless. He’d known for a long time. He took very little notice of her when she was growing up, although he’d taken an in depth interest in her aunt, just as her aunt had taken an in depth interest in Lex. It seemed fitting that Lex would eventually turn to Lana, even though she didn’t seem to resemble Nell in any way. He would have been less surprised if Lex had married Nell, but they all knew that his relationship with her had been a dalliance, even if Lex had wanted more from her. Lex was always wanting more.
Worthless or no, Lionel played Lex easily when she was around. She’d shown him kindness when Lex was particularly alone and vulnerable. It made her a weak spot for him. When Lex whispered “I love you” to her after their vows, Lionel told himself that he wasn’t jealous. Luthors didn’t give in to such petty emotions.
When he struck his beautiful boy, he again told himself, this was not jealousy. Any more than he had been jealous of those tramps, Victoria, Desiree, and Helen. Of any of the random sluts Lex had paraded in and out of the Luthor mansion.
This was for his boy’s own good. It made him cringe to see Lex offer him the company, his life’s work in 33.1, for that vile, brainless hick he had latched onto when he’s lost Clark. It made him want to hit him again and again. But Lionel had control now. He would take care of his boy.
Earlier that evening, when his son came into the guesthouse to visit him, Lex poured them some scotch, and they held their glasses high, and Lex appeared to have forgiven him for the earlier blow. His boy always forgave him, no matter the damage done. Lionel told Lex about his wedding night and asked amiably if he was taking any precautions for their flight on the Luthorcorp jet.
Lex laughed lightly. “I’ve learned to fly a plane since my second wedding. And I kind of doubt we’ll be drinking on the flight considering… the baby.”
Suddenly, Lionel felt something in his chest.
Lex turned his head and watched with wide, ardent eyes.
His boy spoke calmly, “It’ll look like a heart attack.”
Lionel choked and fell to the ground.
“As it will when I do it to Martha Kent.” He crouched down and met Lionel’s eyes. Lex’s face had become a little puffy a few months ago. Lionel had never discerned why in spite of his suspicions, but Lex’s features had recently evened back out, and he was once again sleek and beautiful. A deceptively delicate-looking flower. Such flowers were often poison. Lionel should have remembered. “If you aren’t there to save her, Dad.”
He pulled a vial out of his pocket. Lionel was grateful that Lex’s bride was too stupid to turn to Lex for help with her blackmail situation. Surely, no matter what he said, if Lana had gone to him in concern for Clark’s life, Lex would likely have made moves to take the situation out of Lionel’s hands for the sake of both his precious ones.
“You aren’t going to tell anyone about what I did. It was an accident, and no, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I get a little upset when people threaten to blackmail me. There will be no ‘time’ when you come to me. I’ve taken care of everything now. I was a little pressed for time in the cover-up. I had my wedding to attend, you understand.” He held out the vial and raised his brows high. “You won’t tell her about what I’ve done. You won’t tell Lana or anyone else anything, or as much as I like Martha Kent, she is going to be gone, do you understand?”
Lionel grabbed the vial and drank it down. This scene was too much like a previous encounter he’d had with a woman threatening his boy. He was almost proud. Lex watched his father’s face calmly.
“An interesting choice of scotch,” Lionel rasped.
“Been in the family for years,” Lex replied, his blue eyes watching his father warily. Lionel looked over his boy’s smooth, hairless, nearly scarless face. He fixed, as always, on the scar he had given him, that little imperfection on his upper lip. Lex never scarred otherwise. It was appropriate for his only visible scars to have come from his father.
Lex could have looked colder. He could have looked more in control of the situation. Lionel knew what Lex was hoping for, the one thing he never had, the big payoff, the only think Lex stooped to whore himself for.
Love.
“Not a word to Lana,” he assured Lex. This small matter of control hardly ranked in the long-term scheme of things. Today’s events had made clear how easily he would be able to pull the strings from now on. “Not a word about the good doctor.”
“Not that good,” Lex said with a sour twist of his lips. Ah, yes. The man had betrayed him. He must have been tense from the wedding, lost his temper. Lex had such a bad temper sometimes.
“Your secrets are safe,” Lionel said, rising slowly. Lex nodded, rising as well.
“Then Martha is, too. As long as you remember.”
Lionel reached forward and grabbed Lex’s chin. Lex, as always, flinched away from his touch, but Lionel held him tight. “You should as well. I meant what I said earlier. She is making you desperate, and you need to regain control.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Lex jerked away.
“You’re ‘handling’ me, it seems,” Lionel replied with amusement. He had often made Lex desperate.
“I’m always handling you. Cleaning up your messes. Luthorcorp was about to sink before I stepped in. You pissed off too many people, Dad.”
“You’re right, I suppose. But everything would have gone to plan.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Lex had reached the far side of the room. His posture betrayed him. He was feeling vulnerable. Their flight was in the morning. Likely, their wedding night wasn’t going as planned, and of course, Lex could only suspect why.
“Are you going to be spending your evening here or with your bride?”
“Lana asked me to give her some time to freshen up,” Lex said with a forced smile.
“Well, you have the rest of your lives.” Lionel began to stroll closer. Funny how quickly the poison had faded away. Must have been one of Lex’s personal brews.
Lex nodded in response. Lionel’s hand brushed over Lex’s shoulder, navigated the flinch, and stayed. Lex was too used to the treatment, the tone of his father’s voice, to put up much of a fight. Particularly not if his wife was pulling out the ‘headache’ card on their wedding night.
His rough whiskers brushed against the back of Lex’s neck. He arched his back uncomfortably.
“This is a bit of a bad time,” he murmured. Lionel’s arms reached around his narrow frame. He had watched his form fill out over the past couple of years. He was so often attacked and recently he had gotten so much stronger.
Lex made a whimpering noise as his father’s hand brushed across his crotch. God, he loved to tease his beautiful boy, to cause him to make distressed, needy sounds. Just the prospect of Lex bowed before him vulnerable and prone made him grow hard, and he pressed his erection against Lex’s backside.
Lex began to struggle against his father’s arms. Lionel pulled his son back, deftly unbuttoned Lex’s trousers then slid his hand down his pants.
“Mm. Your bride doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“She knows enough to think she’s pregnant with my child,” Lex replied. He remained stiff, but allowed Lionel’s hand to gently stroke his cock. His bald head tilted backward, and he made a weak noise. “Dad, please…”
Lionel moved his fingers more roughly. “By the fire…”
“Unnn…. Lana always wants to have sex by the fire. She indulges in too many Barry White albums.”
Lionel laughed as he maneuvered his son towards the bedroom. A strong hand on his back quelled any lingering resistance from Lex. Lionel kissed along Lex’s naked flesh. Lex always smelled sweet and fresh and good, like Lillian had.
Lionel had adorned his bedchambers sparsely, in mostly black and a deep burgundy. Martha had taken to the colors well. He pushed Lex lightly onto the bed. His son pressed his lips together and creased one brow as he looked scornfully up at his father. Lionel shed his shirt and tossed it to the side.
“Wouldn’t you rather be christening this bed with Martha?” Lex suggested. He always tried to talk his way out of it. Lionel descended upon him, pressing his rough lips against Lex’s chest.
“One must stalk skittish prey slowly, but determinedly.”
“As I’m aware.” He leaned back away from Lionel’s touch.
“You managed with your bride.” Lionel unbuckled his pants and slid the belt out, snapping it in the air. Lex’s eyes creased and fixed upon the belt. He could whip him, but as he’d so recently been at his son’s mercy, it didn’t seem appropriate. He dropped the belt and moved toward the bed.
Lex immediately moved backward, but Lionel crawled on top of him and began unbuttoning his white shirt. He laughed. “You have blood on your sleeve.”
“I didn’t bring a spare tux.”
“You should be more prepared.” He pulled the shirt free and took in Lex’s pale flesh before letting his hands roam in circles over his chest. Lex scowled at him. Lionel pushed his hands underneath Lex’s pants and slipped them down. He trailed a finger along Lex’s flaccid cock. He looked up into Lex’s flat, disconnected eyes.
“Speaking of which…” Lex drawled sarcastically.
Lionel thought that perhaps one of these days Lex would put up a real resistance again, now that he was old enough to probably lay the old man out for his presumption. He hadn’t yet, however, and Lex often kept his own council. Lionel fetched the lube from his dresser drawer and returned to the bed, where Lex kicked off his pants. His stomach seemed more muscular than usual, rising slightly just below the navel. He sprawled idle and naked across the bedspread, his manhood inert but nevertheless impressive.
“Turn over,” Lionel ordered.
Lex looked back at him silently, sulkily. Lionel moved over to him and wrestled him onto his belly. His little brat, never did what he was told, and Lionel often was forced to struggle with him a little. As he took a moment to squeeze Lex’s muscular buttocks, the boy had been working out for certain, Lex leaned his chin on his forearms and went limp. For certain, it had been an overwhelming day. Clearly, Lana’s reaction when Lex reached the mansion had been both confusing and worrying. His insecurity around that silly woman was infuriating.
Lionel spread Lex’s cheeks with one hand. The boy was tense. He squirted lube onto his fingers and worked his fingers over the tight little muscle before trying to enter it. Lex knew to keep himself clean, so Lionel considered rimming him, just this once. He grabbed a pillow and lifted Lex’ midsection to shift the pillow underneath. Lionel smacked his pert ass then rubbed the abused flesh. Lex didn’t move.
“Are you feeling alright, son?”
Lex suddenly shot up as though he were going to leave the bed. Lionel quickly pressed his elbow into his back and pushed him back down. Already on his stomach, it was hard for Lex to turn around under his father’s grip. He fought for a minute before giving up again. Playing dead.
“You’re the one who let yourself get into this position,” Lionel chided.
Lex lay limp once again. Lionel watched him suspiciously as he spread Lex’s cheeks once again and began to drag his tongue across his anus. Lex twisted a little, and Lionel held his hips firm. His tongue teased the outside for a minute longer before poking inside and writhing slowly in and out.
Lex’s breathing quickened in response, and he struggled against making noise, but Lionel continued, rimming him vigorously and stroking the small stretch of flesh just below his balls. Soon Lex was whimpering needfully and lifting his hips up of his own accord. Lionel pushed him back down and lubed a finger so that he could stroke his prostate. He now had Lex squirming on the ends of his fingers, submitting to his ministrations with only his little repressed moans as complaint.
This boy was all his. Lionel removed his hand and pushed himself inside his beautiful boy. He wished he could see the pained expression on Lex’s face. He could hear the small cry.
Thrust by thrust, Lionel regained dominance over his wayward son. Pushing into him, through him, working that tight little muscle of Lex’s that always healed completely no matter how hard he pounded the boy, his hands gripping his muscular backside hard enough to bruise. He exploded inside him, claiming his child once again as his own and only his, no matter who Lex lured into his lonely bed. The old man cried out and groaned, relaxing over Lex’s prone body. One hand reached up, fondling his son’s scalp, rubbing the bump at the back of his head with his thumb.
Lex waited for his father to move from him before he slunk away from him. Lionel watched Lex pale face when he stumbled from the bed to retrieve his clothing then carried them to the master bathroom to clean up. Lex’s eyes gleamed brilliantly in despair, but no tears were shed. The soft lights of the room hit his boy’s cheekbones accenting the new lines that had carved themselves into the once smooth and deceptively carefree face. His white skin still shone, and when he walked in front of the window, the light of the moon made his face glow. Watching his naked form walking gingerly away from him, seeing bruises where he had marked Lex, almost made him hard all over again.
When Lex returned from the bathroom a moment later, he spared a glance to his father, slid his hands into his pants and left him alone without a word.
Lionel strode to his bathroom to preen and grandly consider the control he now had on his kingdom here in Smallville.
***
As Lex walked back to the castle, the rawness he felt was more than familiar enough. many times had he been in this situation? Often enough before he’d ever reached Smallville. So seldom had he walked away from it feeling victorious. Sometimes… he couldn’t walk away at all. Today, while extremely wearying on all accounts, had undoubtedly been a success, regardless what it had cost him. He climbed the stairs slowly, pausing after every few steps. Lionel had really worked him over tonight. He must be feeling a little diminished these days. Kept in the guesthouse, given a ridiculously pointless job at Luthorcorp. His carnal desires and his need for control were predictable and easily quelled. Lex knew that if he ever stopped struggling completely, Lionel would not be satisfied with his conquest.
Lex was weary down to his bones and wondered if Lana was still nursing her ‘headache,’ which he had affectionately dubbed ‘Clark Junior.’ Strangely, his wedding day had been about everyone but himself, really. It had been about manipulating tapes, moving people into the right places, and leaving the proper clues, all to keep his plans in order. It had been about keeping the old man busy and tipping him back into a position where he felt superior to his son. It had been about ensuring the alien threat was far too diverted by petty romantic pursuits to make trouble. Lex had bigger things to worry about. Much bigger.
He entered the room that he now shared with Lana, at her request. Lex wasn’t really inclined to sleep in a bed or with anyone else. Though she often didn’t notice if he didn’t make it to bed.
Lana sat morosely by the window and turned her face to smile bravely at him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked in a soft, sympathetic voice.
“Oh, I’m better,” she assured him. It was obviously untrue. Lex moved to her side and leaned gingerly against the windowsill.
“Would you like to come to bed?” He cupped the side of her face tenderly. She waited a moment before turning away coldly. Lex pretended not to notice.
“No, um… not yet.”
Lex looked at her in the deep lavender robe he had given her a few months ago. He knew she wouldn’t want it, but he leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on her stiff, unsatisfied lips. After the day he’d just survived, with everything that was on his shoulders right now, he just wanted to melt into her arms, and let himself disappear in the beauty of what they could share.
But her arms never came over him. She never kissed back passionately. He remained untouched and alone, even as he pressed against her. Lex pulled back and caressed the sides of her face with both hands, and she kept her false smile plastered on her face until he moved away.
“I’m going to go take a shower.” He stood, stumbled, and caught himself.
“Alright,” she said absently. Lex took a breath and steadied his tender body; he was quite impressed with it actually. Particularly lately, since he had needed to count on his body to endure torture and having aliens inside it.
He warmed her cold hands in his and left for the shower. As he stripped off his clothing, he thought about Clark’s face, the expression he had been wearing as he turned his head. Clark had been there, watching them during the ceremony, Lex was certain. He dropped his clothes in the hamper and thought of that pout on his wide, perfectly sculpted face. His hair mussed from speeding to the church at the last minute at an inhuman rate, his lips rosy and jutting out, his eyes sweetly crumpled and lost. Lex had smiled, seeing Clark’s open collar. His boy had never learned to fix a tie.
Lex kept his illicit counsel as he stepped into the shower. Thoughts of Clark had gotten him through tonight at least. Now he forced petty thoughts from his mind and cleansed the filth of the day from his tender, abused body. Clark was diverted, and his father was clearly laboring under the delusion that he had control of his son. Grander thoughts took over. Lex contemplated what measures he needed to take, the players required, and began piecing together the as many connections as he could put together from what he had seen and researched. Lex had so little control over the planet’s many goings on, but he believed, particularly after today, that he was beginning to have control over the pieces that mattered, he could sacrifice whatever was necessary, and he would do everything in his power to keep everything going to plan.
Don't lynch me!!
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Title: Beautiful Boy
Warnings: Incest, implied molestation and abuse, Lana-hate (because, well, it’s Lionel)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lexana, Lionel/Lex, hints of Clex (Lex is kinda a ho)
Summary: The night before the Luthors leave for their honeymoon, Lex and Lionel meditate on their kingdoms.
His beautiful boy had gotten married. Again. The truly pitiful thing about Lex was his overwhelming desire to be loved, by someone, anyone. Even if it turned out to be a vapid, self-absorbed small town girl.
Lionel knew that Lana was worthless. He’d known for a long time. He took very little notice of her when she was growing up, although he’d taken an in depth interest in her aunt, just as her aunt had taken an in depth interest in Lex. It seemed fitting that Lex would eventually turn to Lana, even though she didn’t seem to resemble Nell in any way. He would have been less surprised if Lex had married Nell, but they all knew that his relationship with her had been a dalliance, even if Lex had wanted more from her. Lex was always wanting more.
Worthless or no, Lionel played Lex easily when she was around. She’d shown him kindness when Lex was particularly alone and vulnerable. It made her a weak spot for him. When Lex whispered “I love you” to her after their vows, Lionel told himself that he wasn’t jealous. Luthors didn’t give in to such petty emotions.
When he struck his beautiful boy, he again told himself, this was not jealousy. Any more than he had been jealous of those tramps, Victoria, Desiree, and Helen. Of any of the random sluts Lex had paraded in and out of the Luthor mansion.
This was for his boy’s own good. It made him cringe to see Lex offer him the company, his life’s work in 33.1, for that vile, brainless hick he had latched onto when he’s lost Clark. It made him want to hit him again and again. But Lionel had control now. He would take care of his boy.
Earlier that evening, when his son came into the guesthouse to visit him, Lex poured them some scotch, and they held their glasses high, and Lex appeared to have forgiven him for the earlier blow. His boy always forgave him, no matter the damage done. Lionel told Lex about his wedding night and asked amiably if he was taking any precautions for their flight on the Luthorcorp jet.
Lex laughed lightly. “I’ve learned to fly a plane since my second wedding. And I kind of doubt we’ll be drinking on the flight considering… the baby.”
Suddenly, Lionel felt something in his chest.
Lex turned his head and watched with wide, ardent eyes.
His boy spoke calmly, “It’ll look like a heart attack.”
Lionel choked and fell to the ground.
“As it will when I do it to Martha Kent.” He crouched down and met Lionel’s eyes. Lex’s face had become a little puffy a few months ago. Lionel had never discerned why in spite of his suspicions, but Lex’s features had recently evened back out, and he was once again sleek and beautiful. A deceptively delicate-looking flower. Such flowers were often poison. Lionel should have remembered. “If you aren’t there to save her, Dad.”
He pulled a vial out of his pocket. Lionel was grateful that Lex’s bride was too stupid to turn to Lex for help with her blackmail situation. Surely, no matter what he said, if Lana had gone to him in concern for Clark’s life, Lex would likely have made moves to take the situation out of Lionel’s hands for the sake of both his precious ones.
“You aren’t going to tell anyone about what I did. It was an accident, and no, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I get a little upset when people threaten to blackmail me. There will be no ‘time’ when you come to me. I’ve taken care of everything now. I was a little pressed for time in the cover-up. I had my wedding to attend, you understand.” He held out the vial and raised his brows high. “You won’t tell her about what I’ve done. You won’t tell Lana or anyone else anything, or as much as I like Martha Kent, she is going to be gone, do you understand?”
Lionel grabbed the vial and drank it down. This scene was too much like a previous encounter he’d had with a woman threatening his boy. He was almost proud. Lex watched his father’s face calmly.
“An interesting choice of scotch,” Lionel rasped.
“Been in the family for years,” Lex replied, his blue eyes watching his father warily. Lionel looked over his boy’s smooth, hairless, nearly scarless face. He fixed, as always, on the scar he had given him, that little imperfection on his upper lip. Lex never scarred otherwise. It was appropriate for his only visible scars to have come from his father.
Lex could have looked colder. He could have looked more in control of the situation. Lionel knew what Lex was hoping for, the one thing he never had, the big payoff, the only think Lex stooped to whore himself for.
Love.
“Not a word to Lana,” he assured Lex. This small matter of control hardly ranked in the long-term scheme of things. Today’s events had made clear how easily he would be able to pull the strings from now on. “Not a word about the good doctor.”
“Not that good,” Lex said with a sour twist of his lips. Ah, yes. The man had betrayed him. He must have been tense from the wedding, lost his temper. Lex had such a bad temper sometimes.
“Your secrets are safe,” Lionel said, rising slowly. Lex nodded, rising as well.
“Then Martha is, too. As long as you remember.”
Lionel reached forward and grabbed Lex’s chin. Lex, as always, flinched away from his touch, but Lionel held him tight. “You should as well. I meant what I said earlier. She is making you desperate, and you need to regain control.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Lex jerked away.
“You’re ‘handling’ me, it seems,” Lionel replied with amusement. He had often made Lex desperate.
“I’m always handling you. Cleaning up your messes. Luthorcorp was about to sink before I stepped in. You pissed off too many people, Dad.”
“You’re right, I suppose. But everything would have gone to plan.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Lex had reached the far side of the room. His posture betrayed him. He was feeling vulnerable. Their flight was in the morning. Likely, their wedding night wasn’t going as planned, and of course, Lex could only suspect why.
“Are you going to be spending your evening here or with your bride?”
“Lana asked me to give her some time to freshen up,” Lex said with a forced smile.
“Well, you have the rest of your lives.” Lionel began to stroll closer. Funny how quickly the poison had faded away. Must have been one of Lex’s personal brews.
Lex nodded in response. Lionel’s hand brushed over Lex’s shoulder, navigated the flinch, and stayed. Lex was too used to the treatment, the tone of his father’s voice, to put up much of a fight. Particularly not if his wife was pulling out the ‘headache’ card on their wedding night.
His rough whiskers brushed against the back of Lex’s neck. He arched his back uncomfortably.
“This is a bit of a bad time,” he murmured. Lionel’s arms reached around his narrow frame. He had watched his form fill out over the past couple of years. He was so often attacked and recently he had gotten so much stronger.
Lex made a whimpering noise as his father’s hand brushed across his crotch. God, he loved to tease his beautiful boy, to cause him to make distressed, needy sounds. Just the prospect of Lex bowed before him vulnerable and prone made him grow hard, and he pressed his erection against Lex’s backside.
Lex began to struggle against his father’s arms. Lionel pulled his son back, deftly unbuttoned Lex’s trousers then slid his hand down his pants.
“Mm. Your bride doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
“She knows enough to think she’s pregnant with my child,” Lex replied. He remained stiff, but allowed Lionel’s hand to gently stroke his cock. His bald head tilted backward, and he made a weak noise. “Dad, please…”
Lionel moved his fingers more roughly. “By the fire…”
“Unnn…. Lana always wants to have sex by the fire. She indulges in too many Barry White albums.”
Lionel laughed as he maneuvered his son towards the bedroom. A strong hand on his back quelled any lingering resistance from Lex. Lionel kissed along Lex’s naked flesh. Lex always smelled sweet and fresh and good, like Lillian had.
Lionel had adorned his bedchambers sparsely, in mostly black and a deep burgundy. Martha had taken to the colors well. He pushed Lex lightly onto the bed. His son pressed his lips together and creased one brow as he looked scornfully up at his father. Lionel shed his shirt and tossed it to the side.
“Wouldn’t you rather be christening this bed with Martha?” Lex suggested. He always tried to talk his way out of it. Lionel descended upon him, pressing his rough lips against Lex’s chest.
“One must stalk skittish prey slowly, but determinedly.”
“As I’m aware.” He leaned back away from Lionel’s touch.
“You managed with your bride.” Lionel unbuckled his pants and slid the belt out, snapping it in the air. Lex’s eyes creased and fixed upon the belt. He could whip him, but as he’d so recently been at his son’s mercy, it didn’t seem appropriate. He dropped the belt and moved toward the bed.
Lex immediately moved backward, but Lionel crawled on top of him and began unbuttoning his white shirt. He laughed. “You have blood on your sleeve.”
“I didn’t bring a spare tux.”
“You should be more prepared.” He pulled the shirt free and took in Lex’s pale flesh before letting his hands roam in circles over his chest. Lex scowled at him. Lionel pushed his hands underneath Lex’s pants and slipped them down. He trailed a finger along Lex’s flaccid cock. He looked up into Lex’s flat, disconnected eyes.
“Speaking of which…” Lex drawled sarcastically.
Lionel thought that perhaps one of these days Lex would put up a real resistance again, now that he was old enough to probably lay the old man out for his presumption. He hadn’t yet, however, and Lex often kept his own council. Lionel fetched the lube from his dresser drawer and returned to the bed, where Lex kicked off his pants. His stomach seemed more muscular than usual, rising slightly just below the navel. He sprawled idle and naked across the bedspread, his manhood inert but nevertheless impressive.
“Turn over,” Lionel ordered.
Lex looked back at him silently, sulkily. Lionel moved over to him and wrestled him onto his belly. His little brat, never did what he was told, and Lionel often was forced to struggle with him a little. As he took a moment to squeeze Lex’s muscular buttocks, the boy had been working out for certain, Lex leaned his chin on his forearms and went limp. For certain, it had been an overwhelming day. Clearly, Lana’s reaction when Lex reached the mansion had been both confusing and worrying. His insecurity around that silly woman was infuriating.
Lionel spread Lex’s cheeks with one hand. The boy was tense. He squirted lube onto his fingers and worked his fingers over the tight little muscle before trying to enter it. Lex knew to keep himself clean, so Lionel considered rimming him, just this once. He grabbed a pillow and lifted Lex’ midsection to shift the pillow underneath. Lionel smacked his pert ass then rubbed the abused flesh. Lex didn’t move.
“Are you feeling alright, son?”
Lex suddenly shot up as though he were going to leave the bed. Lionel quickly pressed his elbow into his back and pushed him back down. Already on his stomach, it was hard for Lex to turn around under his father’s grip. He fought for a minute before giving up again. Playing dead.
“You’re the one who let yourself get into this position,” Lionel chided.
Lex lay limp once again. Lionel watched him suspiciously as he spread Lex’s cheeks once again and began to drag his tongue across his anus. Lex twisted a little, and Lionel held his hips firm. His tongue teased the outside for a minute longer before poking inside and writhing slowly in and out.
Lex’s breathing quickened in response, and he struggled against making noise, but Lionel continued, rimming him vigorously and stroking the small stretch of flesh just below his balls. Soon Lex was whimpering needfully and lifting his hips up of his own accord. Lionel pushed him back down and lubed a finger so that he could stroke his prostate. He now had Lex squirming on the ends of his fingers, submitting to his ministrations with only his little repressed moans as complaint.
This boy was all his. Lionel removed his hand and pushed himself inside his beautiful boy. He wished he could see the pained expression on Lex’s face. He could hear the small cry.
Thrust by thrust, Lionel regained dominance over his wayward son. Pushing into him, through him, working that tight little muscle of Lex’s that always healed completely no matter how hard he pounded the boy, his hands gripping his muscular backside hard enough to bruise. He exploded inside him, claiming his child once again as his own and only his, no matter who Lex lured into his lonely bed. The old man cried out and groaned, relaxing over Lex’s prone body. One hand reached up, fondling his son’s scalp, rubbing the bump at the back of his head with his thumb.
Lex waited for his father to move from him before he slunk away from him. Lionel watched Lex pale face when he stumbled from the bed to retrieve his clothing then carried them to the master bathroom to clean up. Lex’s eyes gleamed brilliantly in despair, but no tears were shed. The soft lights of the room hit his boy’s cheekbones accenting the new lines that had carved themselves into the once smooth and deceptively carefree face. His white skin still shone, and when he walked in front of the window, the light of the moon made his face glow. Watching his naked form walking gingerly away from him, seeing bruises where he had marked Lex, almost made him hard all over again.
When Lex returned from the bathroom a moment later, he spared a glance to his father, slid his hands into his pants and left him alone without a word.
Lionel strode to his bathroom to preen and grandly consider the control he now had on his kingdom here in Smallville.
***
As Lex walked back to the castle, the rawness he felt was more than familiar enough. many times had he been in this situation? Often enough before he’d ever reached Smallville. So seldom had he walked away from it feeling victorious. Sometimes… he couldn’t walk away at all. Today, while extremely wearying on all accounts, had undoubtedly been a success, regardless what it had cost him. He climbed the stairs slowly, pausing after every few steps. Lionel had really worked him over tonight. He must be feeling a little diminished these days. Kept in the guesthouse, given a ridiculously pointless job at Luthorcorp. His carnal desires and his need for control were predictable and easily quelled. Lex knew that if he ever stopped struggling completely, Lionel would not be satisfied with his conquest.
Lex was weary down to his bones and wondered if Lana was still nursing her ‘headache,’ which he had affectionately dubbed ‘Clark Junior.’ Strangely, his wedding day had been about everyone but himself, really. It had been about manipulating tapes, moving people into the right places, and leaving the proper clues, all to keep his plans in order. It had been about keeping the old man busy and tipping him back into a position where he felt superior to his son. It had been about ensuring the alien threat was far too diverted by petty romantic pursuits to make trouble. Lex had bigger things to worry about. Much bigger.
He entered the room that he now shared with Lana, at her request. Lex wasn’t really inclined to sleep in a bed or with anyone else. Though she often didn’t notice if he didn’t make it to bed.
Lana sat morosely by the window and turned her face to smile bravely at him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked in a soft, sympathetic voice.
“Oh, I’m better,” she assured him. It was obviously untrue. Lex moved to her side and leaned gingerly against the windowsill.
“Would you like to come to bed?” He cupped the side of her face tenderly. She waited a moment before turning away coldly. Lex pretended not to notice.
“No, um… not yet.”
Lex looked at her in the deep lavender robe he had given her a few months ago. He knew she wouldn’t want it, but he leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on her stiff, unsatisfied lips. After the day he’d just survived, with everything that was on his shoulders right now, he just wanted to melt into her arms, and let himself disappear in the beauty of what they could share.
But her arms never came over him. She never kissed back passionately. He remained untouched and alone, even as he pressed against her. Lex pulled back and caressed the sides of her face with both hands, and she kept her false smile plastered on her face until he moved away.
“I’m going to go take a shower.” He stood, stumbled, and caught himself.
“Alright,” she said absently. Lex took a breath and steadied his tender body; he was quite impressed with it actually. Particularly lately, since he had needed to count on his body to endure torture and having aliens inside it.
He warmed her cold hands in his and left for the shower. As he stripped off his clothing, he thought about Clark’s face, the expression he had been wearing as he turned his head. Clark had been there, watching them during the ceremony, Lex was certain. He dropped his clothes in the hamper and thought of that pout on his wide, perfectly sculpted face. His hair mussed from speeding to the church at the last minute at an inhuman rate, his lips rosy and jutting out, his eyes sweetly crumpled and lost. Lex had smiled, seeing Clark’s open collar. His boy had never learned to fix a tie.
Lex kept his illicit counsel as he stepped into the shower. Thoughts of Clark had gotten him through tonight at least. Now he forced petty thoughts from his mind and cleansed the filth of the day from his tender, abused body. Clark was diverted, and his father was clearly laboring under the delusion that he had control of his son. Grander thoughts took over. Lex contemplated what measures he needed to take, the players required, and began piecing together the as many connections as he could put together from what he had seen and researched. Lex had so little control over the planet’s many goings on, but he believed, particularly after today, that he was beginning to have control over the pieces that mattered, he could sacrifice whatever was necessary, and he would do everything in his power to keep everything going to plan.
Don't lynch me!!
*hides*