Fic: Burning Away the Past | DCU/SV | Clark/Lex | NC-17 | 3/3
Title: Burning Away the Past - Part 3
Fandom: DCU/Smallville
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,282
Prompt: For bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Mood Ring Challenge - Haunted
Summary: Clark and Lex mark the occasion of the end of their bitter hatred with sex. Old, familiar banter ensues.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I'm not convinced that I hit the characterization right in this part, but I suppose that wasn't really the point of this part, anyway. ^_~ Sorry this part took so long.
Part 1 | Part 2
Burning Away the Past - Part 3
The reality of stepping into Lex's bedroom with the intention to have what Clark had finally realized he'd wanted since the beginning was a complete shock to his system. His chest tightened and his gut twisted in a way it hadn't in many years, and when Lex kissed him again, pressing close as he backed Clark up to the bed, all thought of the intervening years finally dissolved, burned into nothingness with the heat of the body fitted against his. There was only here and now and Lex.
"Lex..." he breathed against the other man's lips as hands found their way beneath his t-shirt and caressed the skin on his sides, careful to avoid the bandaged wound there. A shiver worked its way up his spine at the touch, and he shuddered with it, kissing Lex of his own accord, open-mouthed and wet.
A gratified moan rumbled in Lex's throat as he accepted the deeper kiss, anticipation coiling deep within him. He hadn't dared to imagine that Clark would want this like he did, had refused to believe until this moment that there was anything other than death and destruction written in their future. It was a dream, like those of years past, that he'd buried deep within himself for so long...
Gripping Clark by the waist, Lex broke their kiss and pushed him down to sit on the bed. "Clothes off. Now," he grated, voice deepened with lust.
For his part, Clark was happy to oblige. Eagerly pulling off his t-shirt, he discarded it, then brushed Lex's hands away from the buttons of his own shirt to pull at the fabric himself, popping the buttons and baring Lex's chest. His surprise at the many scars criss-crossing the flesh there was given away with a slight gasp, and he looked up at the other man with question in his eyes.
"Not all you," Lex assured him as he let the shirt fall from his shoulders, then went to work on his pants, stripping out of them quickly as Clark ghosted fingertips along the faint ridges of pale skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.
Clark only peripherally noticed that Lex was completely naked as he scrutinized the scars and leaned forward to kiss them, running his lips over Lex's chest and abdomen. Fingers wove into his hair, clutching his head and holding him close, and he welcomed the embrace and the shudder of pleasure that ran through Lex. Only then did he feel the hard length pressing against his own chest, and he shivered again, himself, shifting to wrap a hand around Lex's cock. Pumping slowly, he ran a thumb over the slit, smearing the bead of precome around the head.
"Fuck... Clark..." Lex groaned at the feel of that hand on his cock. It was almost too much already, but he pushed the building need back down, determined to make this last. "Lower," he whispered, not so much an order as a request, not knowing if Clark would--
The lips that wrapped around his cock as Clark leaned down to engulf him were unbelievably hot, driving any remaining thought out of his mind completely. He couldn't breathe, frozen by the sensation, body on fire and wanting to burst. The coiling need within him tightened, squeezing, as Clark swallowed him to the hilt, bobbing his head and taking Lex deep into his throat every time. Eyes rolling back in his head, Lex felt his entire body being sucked into a black hole, pleasure tearing him apart, until that tight coiling burst forth in an explosion of light behind his eyelids. He clenched his teeth on a cry as he came, spurting down Clark's throat, body shaking with the force of it.
Clark swallowed around Lex's cock and his cum, drinking it all down as he savored the taste of the other man in his mouth, on his tongue. He hadn't planned to blow Lex, sure hadn't expected him to finish so quickly, but it wasn't like there was any rush, and he'd reacted on instinct... Holding the other man by the waist, fingers gripping taut muscles as Lex shuddered the last of his orgasm, he licked him clean, and after a moment, felt the fingers in his hair begin to loosen.
"You all right?" he asked quietly as he looked up to find Lex's eyes wide, pupils blown with pleasure.
Lex breathed for a moment, then, "Shit, Clark... why did you do that?"
Clark smirked shyly. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
Shaking his head, the other man dropped his hands from Clark's hair to his shoulders, and pushed him back onto the bed. "You're still wearing too many clothes."
"So I am." Wasting no time, Clark pushed his jeans down and off, kicking them away, and Lex climbed onto the bed over him, shoving his legs apart and situating himself between them.
"Gonna take a little while before I can fuck you properly," Lex said darkly before he leaned down to capture Clark's lips with another hot kiss.
Feeling his own cock trapped between them as Lex slid over him, friction sending sparks all the way to his toes, Clark pulled back from the kiss, reaching down to cup Lex's ass. "I think you've got that the other way around."
"Mighty presumptive," the other man snickered, grinding against Clark so that he started to harden again, then dropping wet kisses along his jaw and throat, down to his collarbone.
Clark groaned at the sensations, tossing his head back for a moment as he lost himself to it. God, but Lex was a manipulative bastard. Always had been, always would be. After an agonizingly long time, though, Clark was able to pull himself back together enough to grind out, "Can't tell me you didn't always want me to do this to you," and he lifted them barely off the bed, holding onto Lex as he flipped them over and spread those long, lean legs to expose Lex's ass, tight and pink.
"Fuck you," Lex hissed halfheartedly in return, his position of control lost and not likely to be recovered. Of course Clark was right; he'd lost count of the fantasies so long ago that there was no way to deny it. Not that he didn't want to bury himself balls deep in the Kryptonian. Maybe next time... For now, he could lose himself to this, the feeling of Clark grinding even harder against him, cock hard as a rock and sliding along the crevice of Lex's ass, the feeling of giving up that tightly held control to the man he'd wanted to overpower him in this way for so long. "Dammit... are you gonna fuck me or what?"
A genuine chuckle escaped Clark at that. "Changed your mind so quickly?" he said as he held Lex down by the shoulders and rocked against him.
Growing frustrated, Lex nearly growled, "Yes, damn you. Lube's in the nightstand."
"We've got all night, you know," Clark smirked down at him, reaching over to the drawer for the little bottle and a condom, which he realized Lex was thoughtful enough to keep in supply. Drenching his fingers in the slippery liquid, he leaned back over the other man to kiss him thoroughly. Couldn't quite figure out how they'd gotten to this point. Didn't care anymore. Wasn't important. He had Lex...
Beneath him, Lex squirmed a little as the first finger entered him, hot and quick, and he couldn't keep from whimpering into the lingering kiss, still tasting himself on Clark's tongue.
Clark moaned back, sliding his finger in and out of his partner, adding a second after a moment, never breaking the kiss as he lay over Lex, moving a hand to the bed to prop himself up. Lex writhed with the stretching, fucking himself down onto Clark's hand when a third finger was added.
And enough was enough. Lex grasped Clark by the shoulders and pulled back enough to breathe, "I'm ready already. Or do you need an engraved invitation?"
Only smiling wickedly down at him, Clark withdrew his fingers and rolled on the condom before Lex could hardly blink, then lined himself up and pressed into Lex's entrance.
A wordless string of gibberish poured from Lex's mouth as he was filled slowly, his eyes rolling up again. The heat filling him, the stretch... He only knew he was hard again already when Clark wrapped a hand around his cock, loose and gentle this time as he pushed deeper.
"Damn, you feel good, Lex," Clark muttered. It was nothing like he'd ever dreamed, tight and hot and welcoming. Nothing like when he'd been with-- But he shoved that thought away as he thrust again, burying himself in the other man. "Wanted this since the first time we met." And he realized with alarming clarity that that was the absolute truth.
The notion tore through Lex as surely as he was filled, flayed him as much as Clark's cock was splitting him in two. That day, standing on the riverbank, knowing he'd been saved by Clark, beautiful Clark... who wanted him in return... it all flashed before his eyes as he squeezed them shut, awash in sensation and need, blinding lust and pleasure. "Wanted you then, too," he managed, forcing his eyes open to gauge his lover's reaction. "From that first moment."
Deep blue gazed down at him as Clark thrust harder, finally fucking him in earnest. "Together now. All that matters."
Lex let out a breathy chuckle in agreement as he luxuriated in the feeling of the man wrapped around him, penetrating him so thoroughly. Too many wasted years...
All too soon, that familiar tightening pulled him into his center, Clark stroking his prostate with each thrust now, sparks dancing through his vision. Too soon, too soon... "Claaaark," he groaned, "Gonna..."
Clark tightened his grip on Lex's shaft as he plowed on, stroking hard and fast, his own blood boiling as he accelerated toward climax himself. "Right behind you," he whimpered, his body tensing and burning in the best way.
Lex groaned as Clark pumped him, ready to come apart, willing to lose himself to this. It felt too good, so goddamn good... And the dam within him broke, pleasure spilling over in a wave. He came in thin ribbons across their bellies and chests, Clark's hand working him as he shuddered.
The tightening of Lex's ass around his cock pulled Clark right along with him, and Clark shook with the force of the explosion within him, shouting out his orgasm. He spilled heavily into the condom, thrusting with sharp jerks as his vision began to black out around the edges.
Riding the high for a few minutes afterward, neither man moved, both panting as the occasional aftershock racked through them. It was better than either of them had thought it could be...
After some interminable amount of time, Clark finally pulled out and discarded the condom, then dropped down beside Lex and pulled him into his arms, still buzzing and tingling in all the right places. Lex slid a hand around the back of his head and kissed him softly, then relaxed into the crook of his arm.
"How the hell did you not realize you wanted that, Clark?" Lex said after a moment.
The other man stilled, forcing his brain to start working again. "I... dunno. Guess I really was just a naive farmboy back then."
"I'd say that's an understatement. But then, you always did have too much on your plate to handle. No wonder you didn't get it."
Clark chuckled at that, remembering the good times, and even some of the bad times, fondly. "Never a dull moment in Smallville."
"Never a dull moment in either of our lives," Lex amended.
"No," Clark breathed in agreement, falling silent. Even after tearing through the worst of the pain and bitterness they'd let fester between them, there was still so much to deal with. After a while, he took a deep breath, staring out at the night that had fallen around them. "This won't be easy. We went from mortal enemies to lovers in less than a day. I'm not sure I know what to do with this."
"It's simple. We build on this moment, use it to burn the bad stuff, whatever we can, and salvage the rest."
"Is that possible? How do I even know I can trust you?"
Lex answered calmly, finally catching Clark's gaze, "You don't, but I give you my word anyway that I'll do everything I can to make it work."
Clark nodded, "Okay."
"So, how does Thai food sound? I don't know about you, but I'm starving after that, and take-out sounds perfect."
A smirk lit up Clark's face at the change of topic and the suggestion of food. "Sounds great. I just need to check in with Lois so she knows I'm not lying dead somewhere, and then I think we could both use another shower."
"Gonna tell her where you are?" Lex raised an eyebrow.
"Absolutely not," Clark laughed. "She'd fear for my sanity. Or think you'd drugged me."
"Nah, that's that Isley woman that your friend Wayne keeps going up against," Lex deadpanned.
Clark's eyes widened at Lex's knowledge of the other Leaguer, but he relaxed as he remembered that it was the other man's confession to knowing his identity that had started this whole thing in the first place. He smiled, "Point." Extricating himself from Lex and slipping out of the bed to head for the bathroom, Clark called over his shoulder, "You coming, or what?"
Lex let out a heavy breath as he watched Clark walk away, mostly healed from the night before, completely debauched, and smiling. For the first time in what felt like eons, he grinned genuinely, and didn't feel the need to drown himself in a bottle of scotch. A new era in their relationship had begun.
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Fandom: DCU/Smallville
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,282
Prompt: For bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Mood Ring Challenge - Haunted
Summary: Clark and Lex mark the occasion of the end of their bitter hatred with sex. Old, familiar banter ensues.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: I'm not convinced that I hit the characterization right in this part, but I suppose that wasn't really the point of this part, anyway. ^_~ Sorry this part took so long.
Part 1 | Part 2
Burning Away the Past - Part 3
The reality of stepping into Lex's bedroom with the intention to have what Clark had finally realized he'd wanted since the beginning was a complete shock to his system. His chest tightened and his gut twisted in a way it hadn't in many years, and when Lex kissed him again, pressing close as he backed Clark up to the bed, all thought of the intervening years finally dissolved, burned into nothingness with the heat of the body fitted against his. There was only here and now and Lex.
"Lex..." he breathed against the other man's lips as hands found their way beneath his t-shirt and caressed the skin on his sides, careful to avoid the bandaged wound there. A shiver worked its way up his spine at the touch, and he shuddered with it, kissing Lex of his own accord, open-mouthed and wet.
A gratified moan rumbled in Lex's throat as he accepted the deeper kiss, anticipation coiling deep within him. He hadn't dared to imagine that Clark would want this like he did, had refused to believe until this moment that there was anything other than death and destruction written in their future. It was a dream, like those of years past, that he'd buried deep within himself for so long...
Gripping Clark by the waist, Lex broke their kiss and pushed him down to sit on the bed. "Clothes off. Now," he grated, voice deepened with lust.
For his part, Clark was happy to oblige. Eagerly pulling off his t-shirt, he discarded it, then brushed Lex's hands away from the buttons of his own shirt to pull at the fabric himself, popping the buttons and baring Lex's chest. His surprise at the many scars criss-crossing the flesh there was given away with a slight gasp, and he looked up at the other man with question in his eyes.
"Not all you," Lex assured him as he let the shirt fall from his shoulders, then went to work on his pants, stripping out of them quickly as Clark ghosted fingertips along the faint ridges of pale skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.
Clark only peripherally noticed that Lex was completely naked as he scrutinized the scars and leaned forward to kiss them, running his lips over Lex's chest and abdomen. Fingers wove into his hair, clutching his head and holding him close, and he welcomed the embrace and the shudder of pleasure that ran through Lex. Only then did he feel the hard length pressing against his own chest, and he shivered again, himself, shifting to wrap a hand around Lex's cock. Pumping slowly, he ran a thumb over the slit, smearing the bead of precome around the head.
"Fuck... Clark..." Lex groaned at the feel of that hand on his cock. It was almost too much already, but he pushed the building need back down, determined to make this last. "Lower," he whispered, not so much an order as a request, not knowing if Clark would--
The lips that wrapped around his cock as Clark leaned down to engulf him were unbelievably hot, driving any remaining thought out of his mind completely. He couldn't breathe, frozen by the sensation, body on fire and wanting to burst. The coiling need within him tightened, squeezing, as Clark swallowed him to the hilt, bobbing his head and taking Lex deep into his throat every time. Eyes rolling back in his head, Lex felt his entire body being sucked into a black hole, pleasure tearing him apart, until that tight coiling burst forth in an explosion of light behind his eyelids. He clenched his teeth on a cry as he came, spurting down Clark's throat, body shaking with the force of it.
Clark swallowed around Lex's cock and his cum, drinking it all down as he savored the taste of the other man in his mouth, on his tongue. He hadn't planned to blow Lex, sure hadn't expected him to finish so quickly, but it wasn't like there was any rush, and he'd reacted on instinct... Holding the other man by the waist, fingers gripping taut muscles as Lex shuddered the last of his orgasm, he licked him clean, and after a moment, felt the fingers in his hair begin to loosen.
"You all right?" he asked quietly as he looked up to find Lex's eyes wide, pupils blown with pleasure.
Lex breathed for a moment, then, "Shit, Clark... why did you do that?"
Clark smirked shyly. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
Shaking his head, the other man dropped his hands from Clark's hair to his shoulders, and pushed him back onto the bed. "You're still wearing too many clothes."
"So I am." Wasting no time, Clark pushed his jeans down and off, kicking them away, and Lex climbed onto the bed over him, shoving his legs apart and situating himself between them.
"Gonna take a little while before I can fuck you properly," Lex said darkly before he leaned down to capture Clark's lips with another hot kiss.
Feeling his own cock trapped between them as Lex slid over him, friction sending sparks all the way to his toes, Clark pulled back from the kiss, reaching down to cup Lex's ass. "I think you've got that the other way around."
"Mighty presumptive," the other man snickered, grinding against Clark so that he started to harden again, then dropping wet kisses along his jaw and throat, down to his collarbone.
Clark groaned at the sensations, tossing his head back for a moment as he lost himself to it. God, but Lex was a manipulative bastard. Always had been, always would be. After an agonizingly long time, though, Clark was able to pull himself back together enough to grind out, "Can't tell me you didn't always want me to do this to you," and he lifted them barely off the bed, holding onto Lex as he flipped them over and spread those long, lean legs to expose Lex's ass, tight and pink.
"Fuck you," Lex hissed halfheartedly in return, his position of control lost and not likely to be recovered. Of course Clark was right; he'd lost count of the fantasies so long ago that there was no way to deny it. Not that he didn't want to bury himself balls deep in the Kryptonian. Maybe next time... For now, he could lose himself to this, the feeling of Clark grinding even harder against him, cock hard as a rock and sliding along the crevice of Lex's ass, the feeling of giving up that tightly held control to the man he'd wanted to overpower him in this way for so long. "Dammit... are you gonna fuck me or what?"
A genuine chuckle escaped Clark at that. "Changed your mind so quickly?" he said as he held Lex down by the shoulders and rocked against him.
Growing frustrated, Lex nearly growled, "Yes, damn you. Lube's in the nightstand."
"We've got all night, you know," Clark smirked down at him, reaching over to the drawer for the little bottle and a condom, which he realized Lex was thoughtful enough to keep in supply. Drenching his fingers in the slippery liquid, he leaned back over the other man to kiss him thoroughly. Couldn't quite figure out how they'd gotten to this point. Didn't care anymore. Wasn't important. He had Lex...
Beneath him, Lex squirmed a little as the first finger entered him, hot and quick, and he couldn't keep from whimpering into the lingering kiss, still tasting himself on Clark's tongue.
Clark moaned back, sliding his finger in and out of his partner, adding a second after a moment, never breaking the kiss as he lay over Lex, moving a hand to the bed to prop himself up. Lex writhed with the stretching, fucking himself down onto Clark's hand when a third finger was added.
And enough was enough. Lex grasped Clark by the shoulders and pulled back enough to breathe, "I'm ready already. Or do you need an engraved invitation?"
Only smiling wickedly down at him, Clark withdrew his fingers and rolled on the condom before Lex could hardly blink, then lined himself up and pressed into Lex's entrance.
A wordless string of gibberish poured from Lex's mouth as he was filled slowly, his eyes rolling up again. The heat filling him, the stretch... He only knew he was hard again already when Clark wrapped a hand around his cock, loose and gentle this time as he pushed deeper.
"Damn, you feel good, Lex," Clark muttered. It was nothing like he'd ever dreamed, tight and hot and welcoming. Nothing like when he'd been with-- But he shoved that thought away as he thrust again, burying himself in the other man. "Wanted this since the first time we met." And he realized with alarming clarity that that was the absolute truth.
The notion tore through Lex as surely as he was filled, flayed him as much as Clark's cock was splitting him in two. That day, standing on the riverbank, knowing he'd been saved by Clark, beautiful Clark... who wanted him in return... it all flashed before his eyes as he squeezed them shut, awash in sensation and need, blinding lust and pleasure. "Wanted you then, too," he managed, forcing his eyes open to gauge his lover's reaction. "From that first moment."
Deep blue gazed down at him as Clark thrust harder, finally fucking him in earnest. "Together now. All that matters."
Lex let out a breathy chuckle in agreement as he luxuriated in the feeling of the man wrapped around him, penetrating him so thoroughly. Too many wasted years...
All too soon, that familiar tightening pulled him into his center, Clark stroking his prostate with each thrust now, sparks dancing through his vision. Too soon, too soon... "Claaaark," he groaned, "Gonna..."
Clark tightened his grip on Lex's shaft as he plowed on, stroking hard and fast, his own blood boiling as he accelerated toward climax himself. "Right behind you," he whimpered, his body tensing and burning in the best way.
Lex groaned as Clark pumped him, ready to come apart, willing to lose himself to this. It felt too good, so goddamn good... And the dam within him broke, pleasure spilling over in a wave. He came in thin ribbons across their bellies and chests, Clark's hand working him as he shuddered.
The tightening of Lex's ass around his cock pulled Clark right along with him, and Clark shook with the force of the explosion within him, shouting out his orgasm. He spilled heavily into the condom, thrusting with sharp jerks as his vision began to black out around the edges.
Riding the high for a few minutes afterward, neither man moved, both panting as the occasional aftershock racked through them. It was better than either of them had thought it could be...
After some interminable amount of time, Clark finally pulled out and discarded the condom, then dropped down beside Lex and pulled him into his arms, still buzzing and tingling in all the right places. Lex slid a hand around the back of his head and kissed him softly, then relaxed into the crook of his arm.
"How the hell did you not realize you wanted that, Clark?" Lex said after a moment.
The other man stilled, forcing his brain to start working again. "I... dunno. Guess I really was just a naive farmboy back then."
"I'd say that's an understatement. But then, you always did have too much on your plate to handle. No wonder you didn't get it."
Clark chuckled at that, remembering the good times, and even some of the bad times, fondly. "Never a dull moment in Smallville."
"Never a dull moment in either of our lives," Lex amended.
"No," Clark breathed in agreement, falling silent. Even after tearing through the worst of the pain and bitterness they'd let fester between them, there was still so much to deal with. After a while, he took a deep breath, staring out at the night that had fallen around them. "This won't be easy. We went from mortal enemies to lovers in less than a day. I'm not sure I know what to do with this."
"It's simple. We build on this moment, use it to burn the bad stuff, whatever we can, and salvage the rest."
"Is that possible? How do I even know I can trust you?"
Lex answered calmly, finally catching Clark's gaze, "You don't, but I give you my word anyway that I'll do everything I can to make it work."
Clark nodded, "Okay."
"So, how does Thai food sound? I don't know about you, but I'm starving after that, and take-out sounds perfect."
A smirk lit up Clark's face at the change of topic and the suggestion of food. "Sounds great. I just need to check in with Lois so she knows I'm not lying dead somewhere, and then I think we could both use another shower."
"Gonna tell her where you are?" Lex raised an eyebrow.
"Absolutely not," Clark laughed. "She'd fear for my sanity. Or think you'd drugged me."
"Nah, that's that Isley woman that your friend Wayne keeps going up against," Lex deadpanned.
Clark's eyes widened at Lex's knowledge of the other Leaguer, but he relaxed as he remembered that it was the other man's confession to knowing his identity that had started this whole thing in the first place. He smiled, "Point." Extricating himself from Lex and slipping out of the bed to head for the bathroom, Clark called over his shoulder, "You coming, or what?"
Lex let out a heavy breath as he watched Clark walk away, mostly healed from the night before, completely debauched, and smiling. For the first time in what felt like eons, he grinned genuinely, and didn't feel the need to drown himself in a bottle of scotch. A new era in their relationship had begun.
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