serafina20 | Reporter!Lex

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It's done, it's done, it's done! *does a little dance* Clocked out at about 165 pages, so I have no idea how the hell I'm going to edit it. normally, I print my fics out, but it will take forever to do this. I have a slow, slow printer. Ah well.

I need to get out and do something this weekend. Besides editing this fic and starting COTW. Well. I guess that's the "getting out" part. :)

Previous Parts:

<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/107106.html">Part 1</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/107332.html">Part 2</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/107627.html">Part 3</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/107992.html">Part 4</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/108184.html">part 5</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/109559.html">Part 6</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/110446.html">Part 7</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/111215.html#cutid1">Part 8</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/112877.html">Part 9</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/113982.html">Part 10</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/114655.html#cutid1>Part 11</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/115872.html#cutid1">Part 12</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/116645.html#cutid1">Part 13</a>
<a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/serafina20/117214.html#cutid1">Part 14</a>

<lj-cut text="Part 15">

Lex had never really understood the term "slept like a baby," until Clark. In fact, Lex had always thought the term was stupid, because babies cried and fretted and were generally not peaceful sleepers, but looking at Clark, he got it. There was an innocence to Clark when he slept, a surrender that Lex was sure he'd never be able to achieve. That sort of baby look on his face, a slackness to his mouth, a comfortable sprawl in his body. It was peaceful just looking at him.

He didn't sleep like this the whole night, though. In the midnight hours, Clark was restless and unhappy, even in sleep. He stirred at sounds Lex couldn't hear, his face turned to the window, mouth clenching and frowning. But, when the predawn hours came, it all went away. It was as if something dropped over Clark: contentment, peace, happiness. And he slept easily.

Lex sighed and laid his head on Clark's stomach. He could not sleep as peacefully. Hell, since around three-thirty, he couldn't sleep at all. The bottle of heavy duty prescription pain medication in his medicine cabinet was tempting, but if he took one, Clark would probably bring up going to the doctor again. It was stupid, and Lex knew it. Anti-depressants weren't the same as the stuff he'd been given as a child, and, from what he'd read, they helped without disconnecting you from everything. The pain medication was worse. But the idea of seeing a psychiatrist disturbed Lex, so he demurred.

And, thus, couldn't sleep. Of course, anticipation was also keeping him up. After being questioned at the police station the day before, Lex had written up the article on Morgan's arrest, just barely making the next day's edition. Perry had been pleased, especially when Lex and Clark had told him about the clones.

"I just need a few quotes from Lois, and it'll be done," Lex said.

"Good. Get it soon," Perry had replied before shoeing him and Clark away.

They'd gone home, Clark had cooked, Lex had crawled into bed, getting up only when Clark dragged him out to eat, and they'd gone to bed early, winding up here. Six in the morning, the sun barely illuminating Clark's features, and Lex lying sleepless in bed, watching at him.

The phone rang.

He snatched the portable from the night table. "Hello?"

"My God, you really are a bastard, aren't you?" Lois said without preamble.

He grabbed his robe, cigarettes, and lighter and left the room. "It took you this long to figure it out? You really are slow." After tugging his robe around him, he went out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. "What's this about?"

"You had Morgan Edge arrested."

"Yes, I did." Lex tied his robe around him and lit a cigarette. "He murdered Lionel. Be grateful that I'm not going after the woman who was in on the conspiracy."

She exhaled hard. "Sorry, babe, but they can't get me for conspiracy to commit, even if it was true. I merely went to him when information was brought to light that Lionel was trying to kill and replace you. I had no idea Lionel would end up dead."

"Right," Lex snorted.

"It's true," she protested. "And why are you angry? You should be relieved. I mean, you do know *why* I went to Morgan, don't you?"

"Because of what Lionel was going to do. And because Morgan is my biological father, I know. How did you know?"

"I guessed. Based on what you told me about finding Morgan and Lillian. And I was right." She hesitated. "Why did you do it?"

"I told you. He murdered Lionel."

"To save your *life*. Because you're his *son*."

"Yes! And Lionel spent my entire life abusing and belittling and fucking me up because I was his *son*. The word is meaningless to me, Lois. The only people who use it hurt me." Heart pounding, Lex puffed furiously on his cigarette.

Lois sighed. "Poor baby. I'm sorry you're angry with your fathers."

"Fuck you."

She didn't say anything for a moment. Lex finished his cigarette and ground it out. Then he lit another.

"Are you going to implicate me in this?" Lois finally asked. "Because I know Morgan is going to say I went to him with plans to kill Lionel, and I'm prepared for that. But it would help not to have you against me."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Look. I don't know why you cared anyway, but ..."

"Because I didn't want to see anything happen to you. We may not be destined for happily ever after, and you might have problems with the way I do things, but I care about you. I always have. And the thought of Lionel replacing you with a clone sickened me."

"But," he continued as if she hadn't spoken, "you didn't kill Dad. And I really do believe you did it for me. I don't know why I do, I just ... do." He sighed and lifted his cigarette to his lips. "I won't try to implicate you in anything. I promise."

"Thank you."

"But that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you about the clones."

She sighed. "I am doing nothing wrong. There are no laws against cloning."

"It's unethical. And you know very well there are several motions and bills trying to make it illegal."

"But it's not illegal yet."

"Perhaps now, but you're illegally dumping the chemicals that you can't process safely because they've mixed with the meteors."

She sighed. "You have to prove it was me, Lex. And if you publish that without proof, I will sue the Daily Planet for libel. I had no idea that the company that was hired to dispose of the chemicals wasn't taking care of them properly. But it was so far removed from me, I had no way of knowing."

"I have proof that Hartcort Disposal is a subsidiary of Lane Enterprises."

"And created by Dominic."

He shook his head, a smile creeping over his face. "You have all the answers, don't you?"

"Let's just say that I won't be taken down because of the hubris and stupidity of a subordinate." He could hear the smile in her voice. "Lex, please. Be fair. I'm already going to be under enough fire for the cloning. I'm not doing it for some evil purpose. It's a fantastic scientific achievement, if it works, and, when it does, I genuinely think it can benefit the human race. I'm not Lionel. I won't try to replace anyone. I just want to see if it can be done and what good can come from it."

"If you say so."

"I do. And I'm willing to go public with that. Want a guided tour of the facilities?"

"Yes."

"Done."

"And I want to interview you as well. Today if possible."

She sighed. "I think I have an opening at two."

"Done." Lex sighed and sat back on the railing of the balcony. Then he hissed. "Fuck, it's *cold* out here."

"Are you outside?"

"Yeah." He ground out this cigarette and then lit another.

"Why?"

"Clark doesn't like me to smoke inside."

There was a moment of silence before she asked, "Clark?"

Oh, for Christ's sake ..." Yes, Lois, Clark. My boyfriend. You've met him. You've spoken to him. You've had pissing parties over my hospital bed with him. I told you last time I spoke with you that ..."

"Right, Clark Kent," she interrupted. "The geek in the glasses. I remember him. I was just confused. I thought I'd called your home number."

"You did."

She laughed. "And you're letting him dictate how you behave in your home? Lex. What's gotten into you?"

He blushed. "It's ... complicated. I mean, it's my apartment, and I can do what I want, but he doesn't like it. And I want to make him happy. Besides, he's practically moved in. We might as well both be comfortable."

"And freezing your ass off on your balcony makes you comfortable." Lois snorted. "He better be good in bed, that's all I'm saying."

Lex blushed harder and didn't say anything.

"Lex." Lois had that bloodhound tone in her voice. "He is good in bed. Right?"

"Uh ... yeah. He's fine."

"Fine. Fine? Lex Luthor is smoking on his balcony for fine? What the hell .... Oh my God, you haven't fucked yet."

Shit. "Lois ..."

"Come on. Tell me that you've had sex. Tell me how good he is, and how big his cock is. Pretend it's the old days and spill."

"I ... can't." He inhaled deeply. "I'm going through stuff right now, and what with one thing and another, it just hasn't been right. I haven't been right."

"In one of your moods?"

It was easier to concede than argue. Besides. It was still hard a little hard to admit it was a disease or whatnot rather than a 'mood' as Lois--and Dad, and numerous lovers--referred to it. He knew better, but it sort of felt like a personal failing. "Yeah," he finally said, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach. He smoked meditatively.

"Well, if I was you, I'd pull myself out quickly and hop into bed before Clark leaves you. No one wants to hang around someone who darkens the mood. Unless ..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you're really holding out for Superman, hoping you can break it off with Clark before it gets too serious."

He snorted. "No. I'm not holding out for Superman." He glanced into the house. "I got exactly what I wanted." Taking on last drag, he ground his cigarette out. "I've got to go. See you later, okay?"

"Okay. Love you."

"You too." He hung up and went back inside.

Clark was awake when he entered the room. He was propped on the pillows, watching the morning news. "Morning."

Lex felt his lips curve and he stripped the robe off. "Morning." He kissed Clark as he slipped under the covers, sliding his arm around Clark's bare chest. "You brushed your teeth."

"My breath stunk."

"It's okay. You don't have to do that."

He embraced Lex, kissing his neck. "We're still in the honeymoon period. Ain't no way you're kissing me when I have stinky breath." He kissed Lex's neck again. "Who were you talking to?"

"Lois." He nipped Clark's ear. "I think Superman should pay her a visit."

"And shake her up?"

"Naw. Just a friendly one, to remind her that you're there. No pressure or anything, just remind her of that you've got your eye out for dodgy stuff. That's all."

He sighed. "I'll see."

"Speaking of Superman." He kissed down to Clark's chest and rested his cheek on it. "You didn't go out last night. On patrol, I mean."

Fingers stroked down his neck, feather-light, causing goosebumps to rise. "No. I didn't."

"How long has it been?"

"Just since we got back. A few days." He kissed the top of Lex's head. "I've been busy."

"But you shouldn't like, have to give up something that's so important to ..."

Clark stopped him by pulling him up and meeting his eyes. "You are what's most important right now. I'll start going out again when I feel it's time. And, unless something really bad happens, it's not time. I need to concentrate on my personal life. I tried to do too much before, and it didn't work. So right now, I'm taking a step back and concentrating on what's really important. Got it?"

He nodded. "Got it," Lex whispered. He laid back down.

"So," Clark said after a few minutes of silence. "Mom and Dad called last night when you were in the shower. They want to come out here. Maybe, um, help me clean out my place. Throw out the crap and move my stuff over?" He stopped breathing.

Lex sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. This was real. It kept happening, moving forward, and Lex was so unsure. "Do you, uh, think that maybe we're moving too fast? I mean, not that I think you should keep living in that crap hole, but I'm a little worried."

"Well. I think the question is do *you* think we're moving too fast?" He ran his thumb down Lex's spine.

"It's just that we haven't even had sex," he whispered. "And I don't get why you're staying. Or why you'd be willing to move in when we haven't .... And living here will just make it harder when we ...."

"Lex," Clark interrupted gently. "I love you. That's why I'm here, that's why I'm staying. Yes, on the off chance we break up, it'll be harder if we're living together, but that's the risk we take." He found Lex's hand. "Honestly? I plan on marrying you. I know that we're going to last, even though we haven't had sex."

Lex rolled over. "Oh."

Clark rolled as well, resting so he was propped over Lex. "You have doubts. I understand that. And, if you would feel better, I don't have to move in. Maybe we are moving too fast. I don't know. I'm just doing what feels right. If it's not right for you, tell me, and I'll back off."

He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Clark. Clark was so damn earnest, so sincere, and Lex's heart was pounding at the realization that Clark really would do anything Lex asked of him.

God, what had he done to deserve this man?

Lex swallowed hard, pretending he didn't taste the bitterness of fear in the back of his throat and whispered, "I want you to move in. I want to be with you. I want to believe this will last."

"It will." Clark kissed him. "I know it will."

Eyes sliding shut, Lex allowed himself to fall into the kiss. Clark's mouth was warm and welcoming, and tasted like mint. His tongue skillfully wound it's way around Lex's own, seeking out the spots guaranteed to make Lex's toes curl.

"Sometimes, your surety makes me uncertain," Lex said. His back arched as Clark kissed down his chest.

His tongue licked lightly along Lex's collarbone. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Huh." He bit the soft skin above his collarbone, and then soothed it with his lips. "I don't see that, especially since you're mindset is so different than when we first met." Clark's lips closed over his nipple and he sucked, causing Lex's stomach to tighten.

"How so?" he grunted.

"Just a month ago, all you wanted was a superhero. Someone you couldn't hold on to, someone who would be a threat. Now, you're willing to consider the idea of a long term relationship with a reporter."

"A geeky reporter," Lex gasped, writhing on the sheets. "With a talented mouth."

Clark's laugh washed over Lex, making him flame.

"You should talk about being a geek. Warrior Angel anyone?" His tongue probed into Lex's navel.

He stiffened and moaned loudly, hands flying to grip the sheets in a white-knuckled gasp. "Oh ... oh *fuck*." Heat like liquid spilled over his stomach. Tendrils seeped down to pool at his groin, making him swell even more. "Clark," he ground out in a strangled voice.

"Hmm?" Clark hummed, sealing his mouth vacuum-like over Lex's navel. The result sent shockwaves through Lex's blood, rippling up and down and drawing another moan from his throat.

"That's .... It's just ..." He didn't seem to be able to form a coherent thought.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes."

Clark lifted his head and met Lex's eyes. His own blue-green orbs were clouded with lust and dancing with mischief. He smiled wickedly.

The smile sent a full body shudder through Lex that he couldn't control.

Clark lowered his head once again. As Lex watched through slitted eyes, Clark very lightly licked around the indent in Lex's stomach. A ring of fire burned where Clark's tongue touched, and Lex's whole stomach contracted as he blew a stream of cold air over the wet spot. Clark repeated his actions, this time drawing a moan from Lex as the exquisite torturous feeling.

He reached down and threaded his fingers through the heavy silk hair, holding tightly. "Clark," he whispered, panting heavily.

"Mmmm?"

"I .... I ..."

Clark's eyes lifted to Lex's for just an instant, scorching him with promise. Then, the eyes were veiled behind long, thick lashes, and Clark slid his tongue Lex's navel. The tip of his tongue pointed and jabbed at the very sensitive center, sending a streak of red-hot pleasure to course through him, blossoming out through a network of sensitive nerves.

Lex slammed his head back against the pillows, his back arched. Moans escaped his throat, even as he bit his lip hard to prevent the shout that was building. Clark continued to fuck Lex's navel with his tongue, sliding the fleshy organ in and out of it in a parody of the act they could be performing.

"I like you like this," Clark murmured against his stomach. He bit Lex's stomach and sucked hard until Lex could feel the bruise form. "All sweaty and writhing and begging." He licked a stripe up Lex's chest to his chin. Then he nibbled on his chin delicately. "You're lovely."

"And you're a tease," Lex growled. He released the bed sheets, threaded his fingers through Clark's hair. He urged Clark onto his back, tugging his hair.

Clark rolled over willingly, a smirky smile on his face. "You seemed to like it."

He slid his hands from Clark's hair, settling his weight. "You were playing with a sensitive spot. I didn't have a choice. It felt good." His fingers whispered over Clark's face, down his neck and back up. He traced the shells of Clark's ears gently.

Clark hissed as Lex brushed what must have been a sensitive spot behind his ears. His eyes fell shut and he pressed his hips into Lex's. He was hard length pressed into Lex's through their clothes.. "Forgive me. I had no idea it would be so difficult for you to endure."

"I liked it," Lex assured him. But he didn't know what else to say from there. He'd liked it a lot, liked the liquid limb feeling he'd gotten while Clark's tongue had been teasing him so mercilessly. But, at the same time, he'd felt out of control. Had *been* out of control, and it didn't sit quite right.

But he couldn't let Clark know. Because then he might stop, so, he kissed Clark's chin, repeated, "I liked it," and started his own exploration.

With lips, tongue, and fingers, Lex traveled Clark's body. His tongue twined around Clark's nipples, tasting them. His fingers traced Clark's muscles, the baby smooth skin sending thrills through him.

"Why do you hide this?" Lex asked as he peppered kisses on Clark's six pack. "Your so gorgeous. You could have any guy you want."

"I have the guy I want," Clark responded, sliding his fingers down Lex's spine.

"No, I mean, if you wore clothes that fit better, even just a slightly tighter shirt, people would see you."

Clark caught Lex's head and lifted it. Gazing into Lex's eyes, he said, "Baby, the person who mattered most saw me. That's all I care about."

It was a stupid, dumb, overly sentimental thing to say, and Lex melted. He literally went liquid and slipped through Clark's fingers. His kissed Clark's belly button, then disappeared beneath the covers, sliding down Clark's body.

It was the moment of truth. For all their playing and living in the same home, Lex had yet to see an unobstructed view of Clark's cock. Even now, it was hidden beneath the tented boxers, hard and ready, but unseen.

Lex swallowed the heart frantically beating in his throat and slid his fingers under Clark's waistband.

The covers were suddenly thrown off Lex. "No covers," Clark gasped, propping himself on his elbows. "I want to see you."

Lex wanted the covers. They made everything feel safer, but he didn't argue. Instead, he offered Clark a wobbly smile and slid his boxers down.

Clark obligingly lifted his hips, and wiggled out of the offending cotton.

Lex sat back, mouth falling open. He couldn't think of anything to say as he gazed down at Clark, eyes wide.

"Lex?"

"Holy fuck," he breathed. His trembling hand reached out to hold Clark's cock.

Clark turned bright red. "Lex, please ..."

"You're huge." It was like winning a jackpot, and he didn't care how cliched that was. He bent over and took the head in his mouth. The bitter-salt taste of precome burst on his tongue, and his own cock twitched in excitement.

"Oh, *God*," Clark groaned. He fell back onto the pillows "*Lex*."

Lex sucked and licked eagerly, concentrating just on the head. With the tip of his tongue, he traced along the rim, sliding back the foreskin. The he laved at it, again coating his tongue with Clark's semen. One hand wrapped around the base and, feeling how far his fingers had to stretch, he wondered briefly if Clark would even fit in him.

"I change my mind," he said, pulling off. "Lois was right. Superman is the perfect name for you."

Clark growled and rolled over, pinning Lex beneath him. "I *hate* that name. It sounds like I'm full of myself."

"Clark, do a spread in Playgirl, and no one will argue." He wiggled excitedly under Clark's weight.

"Right. That's going to happen soon. Although," he added, moving down Lex's body, "if you want pictures for your private collection, I will be happy to oblige." He tugged Lex's pajama bottoms down in a sharp tug. "Oh," Clark sighed.

A weight hit Lex, and turned his head. He couldn't meet Clark's eyes, didn't want to see his reaction. How the fuck had he forgotten to warn Clark about ...

"Baby, you're beautiful."

Typical fucking Clark. Lex snorted in response.

"Lex. Bald is beautiful, you know."

Lex opened his eyes to roll them, but they fell shut right away when Clark's hot mouth swallowed him down. "Clark," he moaned, thrusting gently.

Clark swallowed, and Lex slipped further down into his throat. He could feel the strong muscles there holding him, putting pressure on the head while Clark sucked gently, drawing any available blood to Lex's cock until he was painfully hard.

Heat rushed from the tip of his cock over his body. His body flamed, sweat breaking out again so he was slick with it. Lex reached back and grabbed the headboard, hips rising off the bed as he twisted and writhed and begged, trying to crawl into Clark's mouth. Clark's tongue wound around his cock, stroking along his length until Lex felt like he was going to explode.

"Clark, please," he whimpered.

With a loud, wet 'pop', Clark pulled his mouth off. "Please what?"

Lex panted, legs hooking around Clark's waist. "You stopped."

Clark laughed and cupped Lex's ass. "Sorry." He swallowed Lex again, sucking hard.

Lex's eyes practically crossed at the intense pleasure that rushed through him. He gripped the headboard tightly, moaning loudly. Clark's tongue worked his cock, massaging the turgid flesh with steady, strong strokes. The suction was incredible, like a vacuum, and Clark slurped and sucked and licked like he didn't need to breathe, like he didn't want to breathe until he'd consumed Lex.

Lex was ready to be consumed. He could die happy with his cock in Clark's mouth.

Gently, so as not to upset Lex, he supposed, Clark slurped his way back to the tip. He pressed against it hard with his lips, tearing a shriek of Lex. Then, he licked around the outside, down Lex so he could take his balls in his mouth.

"Fuck," Lex ground out. He was seriously high, his head spinning from the sheer pleasure of Clark mouthing him and the lack of air. It was wonderful.

Clark's tongue pressed hard into Lex's perineum. It jolted through him, sending electric sparks prickling over Lex's hyper sensitive skin.

The pressure mounted and he realized he was going to come very soon.

"Clark, stop," he gasped.

Clark whined in his throat as he pulled away. "Why?"

He unlaced his legs from around Clark's body and rolled out of bed. "Just wait there." Awkwardly, he jogged to the bathroom, cock so hard, it was pulsing in his temples.

"Shit!" he swore, tearing through the medicine cabinet. Where the fuck was the lube? He knew he had some, so where ... "Yes!"

But there were no condoms.

Lex returned to the bedroom, a little limper than before. Clark, the bastard, was stretched on the bed, stroking his cock slowly and gazing at Lex through stormy eyes.

"Uh," Lex said, feeling his cock as he was drawn back to the bed. "There are no condoms. Can I get you sick?"

"No."

"Can you get me sick?"

Clark shook his head and squeezed his cock enticingly.

"Can you get me pregnant?"

"Lex!"

"You're an alien, Clark! I don't know." He climbed on the bed and stroked Clark's cock. "God, you're beautiful."

Clark caught his hand. "Thank you."

Lex leaned forward and kissed Clark lightly on the mouth. "I love you."

"Me too."

He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away. "It's been awhile," he said as he uncapped the lube. "At least a year."

"We'll go slow."

"I don't want to." He squeezed it onto Clark's fingers, and then his own. Reaching underneath him, he slid a finger inside, eyes falling shut as he did.

"Baby, do you want me to help?"

Lex nodded, lip caught in his teeth.

The bed shifted and Clark put his arm around Lex's waist. A broad, unfamiliar finger slid inside Lex and, for a moment, he panicked. He gasped and stiffened and stopped moving, eyes squeezed shut.

"Lex," Clark whispered, and Lex knew that his next words were going to be, "We don't have to do this," but Lex wanted it so badly.

"No, I'm fine," Lex assured him. God, he wanted this so badly. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and said, "Put another in."

Clark kissed the nape of Lex's neck as he slid another finger in. He continued to whisper soothing words as he twisted his fingers inside him. Every finger stretched and burned as they entered, but then Clark moved them so gently, and spread Lex so evenly that all he felt was warm waves rolling through him. Lex's every muscle relaxed and he went limp on the pillows, his moans muffled.

And, finally, he was ready.

It took some effort to lift his head, and Lex was tempted to stay face down and let Clark take him, but, in the end that, wasn't what he wanted. So, he pulled his head up and said, "Clark, lay down, okay?"

"What?"

Lex wiggled away from Clark and sat up. "Lie down. On your back."

Frowning, Clark obeyed. Lex took Clark's hand and wiped the excess lube on Clark's cock. Then he squeezed more out and massaged it on the hard length.

"Okay," Lex whispered. He wiped his hand off on the sheets and climbed on top of Clark.

Beautifully deep blue-green eyes held his own, locking Lex's gaze as he slowly sank onto Clark's cock.

They both sighed, eyes falling shut as Lex lowered himself. Clark was fucking huge, and he stretched Lex more than he'd thought; he actually had to stop about half way down, holding himself suspended, hands splayed on Clark's chest as his passage adjusted to the size.

"Lex, you feel incredible," Clark whispered, taking hold of Lex's hips.

"You too." And he did. Lex had never feel so full, so complete; he sank down further, feeling himself give way, opening slowly for Clark.

It was hard not to groan as he sat. Sweat beaded at his temples, his limbs trembled, fire burned, and his cock felt as if it were going to explode. There was no way he was going to last long, he was already too close to coming.

"Oh," he gasped as he felt Clark's balls brush his buttocks. He shifted his hips, and Clark's cock pressed into his prostate. "Oh, fuck."

"You took the words from my mouth," Clark said breathlessly. He wiggled, fingers still digging into Lex's hips.

Lex could feel the bruises forming. He was so hypersensitive, he swore he could feel the vessels break, the blood blossom beneath his skin, and it felt like pleasure. Biting his lips, Lex undulated his hips slowly, rolling like a wave.

They both groaned.

"Lex, no offense, because I love that," and Clark broke off, moaning loudly as Lex did it again, this time squeezing him as well. "Oh, God, I need to come. Soon."

Lex smiled. "Yeah. Me too." He squeezed Clark's cock once more, repeating his gentle motion. Then, he began to ride Clark. He rose and fell on Clark's cock, flares of pleasure exploding in his groin. His breath came in short, heady pants, and it almost felt like he was having an asthma attack. But it was good. He welcomed it, welcomed every twinge he felt as he rode Clark, every breath that raked down his chest, every burst of heat when he angled Clark's cock against his prostate, every bead of sweat that rolled down his face.

His fingers found Clark's nipples and he twisted. Beneath him, Clark roared, and now it was his turn to release Lex's hips in favor of the headboard. The bedsprings squeaked as Lex moved faster, rising and lowering himself on Clark's cock, fucking himself as hard as he could.

His head spun. His eyes crossed. He was grunting and groaning uncontrollably. His cock was twitching, precome leaking from the slit, and he felt the pressure building in him.

Lex stopped, suddenly, everything peaking inside him.

"Lex!" Clark moaned. He thrust, bumping into Lex's prostate in a particularly brutal thrust.

That did it. An inferno of heat swept through Lex and he threw his head back, keening as he came. His body jerked and he clung to Lex, still making use of the hard cock inside him, even as his own pleasure was spent over Clark's chest and face.

"Lex. Lexlexlexlexlex," Clark was chanting, rolling his hips into Lex. Suddenly, he took Lex by the hips and flipped them over.

Lex gasped and wrapped his arms around Clark. Clark's chest was sticky with semen, but Lex didn't care. He was thrusting into Lex so hard it knocked his teeth together, and Lex was moaning, exhausted and wiped out and limp as Clark fucked him, whispering words of love into his ear.

"Clark," Lex whispered, stroked Clark's ears. "Come for me. Please, come."

With a gasping shudder, Clark did just that. He rested his head on Lex's shoulder, trembling as he came. "Lex," he sighed, before tugging at Lex's ear with this teeth.

Lex smiled and closed his eyes. A wave of sleepy peace washed over him, and he kissed Clark's cheek gently. "I love you," he whispered.

He felt Clark's smile as he pulled out. Clark rested next to him, one leg flung over Lex's thighs. With gentle fingers, he caressed Lex's stomach. "I love you, too." He kissed Lex's cheek and rested his head next to Lex's.

He was warm and happy, and the darkness inside him had faded, at least for now. Relaxed as he was, Lex didn't even realize he'd fallen asleep until he woke up three hours later. Clark was gone, although his side of the bed was still warm, Lex was clean and semen-free, and the house smelled like coffee.

A smile blossomed over his face and Lex stretched. He was pleasantly sore, like he'd had a good workout, which, he guessed, he had. His ass ached, but not so much it gave him any discomfort. Just enough for him to remind him of the morning. Not like he'd forget.

He sighed and rolled onto his side. For the first time since he'd found out about his father, Lex felt good. And steady. The emptiness and darkness that had been threatening--well, had--taken over had abated. Mostly. Overall, he was floating.

And hungry. There was bacon in the air along with the coffee, and, even though Lex liked the idea of lounging in bed until Clark came to him, his stomach demanded otherwise.

With another sigh, he rolled out of bed. Clark's robe was on its hook, so he grabbed it instead of his own. It was too big and threadbare, but comfortable. And, it smelled like Clark. Lex tugged on a pair of boxers (his own), tied the robe around him, and went into the living room. After a quick stop in the bathroom to brush his teeth, of course.

Clark was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the paper. He was wearing a pair of jeans, no shirt, and his glasses were missing. The balcony door was opened slightly, allowing a cool wind to blow in.

"Hey," Lex said. He slid his hand up Clark's arm and kissed him softly.

"Hey. You're up." He caught Lex around the waist and pulled him to him.

Lex sank down, straddling Clark's lap. "Thanks for cleaning me up. There's nothing I hate more than waking up with a sticky stomach. Reminds me of being a teenager."

"Hmmm, we couldn't have that." He kissed the corner of Lex's mouth. "I was just so happy you fell asleep, I'd do anything."

"I'm not that bad."

"You haven't slept since we got back from Smallville. And I somehow don't think you'll be sleeping easy in the nights to come, unless I tired you out." He smiled widely as he kissed Lex. "Which I hope I do."

"Me too." He kissed Clark back and then sighed. Clark's mentioning him not sleeping brought one of the reasons why he hadn't been sleeping to the forefront of his mind. So, despite it bringing down the mood, he had to ask, "Do you think I did the right thing?"

Clark tilted his head, confused.

"About Morgan."

"Ah." He thought quietly a moment, rubbing Lex's arms. "Well. I think it was something you had to do."

Lex frowned and tilted his head. "But was it the *right* thing to do?"

"God, Lex." Clark sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. "Babe, you know how long we talked about it beforehand. It was your decision. Completely up to you. I honestly don't know if it was what *I* would do, but I understand exactly why you did it." He lifted his hand to Lex's face and traced his cheekbone. "Morgan had Lionel killed for you. But, at the same time, he let you suffer at Lionel's hands for twenty-one years. He claims to love you, and want you to be happy, but what kind of man does that? You can't trust him. You can't trust that he's any better for Lionel. And, even beyond all that, you need a way to get control of your life. And having Morgan arrested wasn't just for his crime against Lionel, but his crimes against you."

He waited for Clark to go on, but he didn't. Lex sighed softly and tapped his fingers on Clark's collarbone. "So. Do you think it was the right thing to do?"

"Yes, Lex. I think that it was. But that doesn't mean you have to cut him out of your life."

"But I told him that I was."

Clark nodded. "You were upset and confused and, I have to add, seriously depressed. You spoke in haste. There's nothing to stop you from correcting that in the future."

"Nothing but Morgan's anger and, oh, yeah, fucking *prison*," Lex snorted.

"Morgan is frighteningly understanding sometimes, Lex. And you can visit him in prison. If you want." Clark kissed his cheek. "It's up to you."

The heaviness was back. Lex leaned against Clark, resting his head on Clark's shoulder. "This isn't how I wanted to spend the morning."

"Sorry." Clark folded the paper and pushed it away. "I was just rereading your article. I didn't think how it would affect you."

Lex hadn't even realized that that's what Clark had been reading. "No, it was just .... When I talked to Lois, she thought what I'd done was unforgivable. He's my father ..."

"And the word doesn't mean as much as it should because of the way he and Lionel use it," Clark interrupted. "Yes, Morgan is your father, and yes, I think that he loves you in some strange, twisted way, but that's no reason not to do what you think is right. He deserves to go to prison a hundred times over. Putting him there changes the power dynamic between you. You aren't anyone's victim Lex, and now Morgan knows it. If Lois can't see that, then, well, she's blind. And stupid."

"Yeah." He smiled hesitantly and said, "She, ah, was surprised when I told her you and I were ... sort of living together. Especially when she found out that we hadn't had sex."

Clark's eyes darkened. "Why?"

"Come on, Clark. You have to admit it looks weird. Two men, living in the same apartment, sharing a bed, and not fucking? It's just odd and completely outside of Lois' experience in life."

"The reason we haven't had sex until this morning is because I couldn't force anything on you. God, when I found you the other day, you were incapacitated."

"I know that."

"Then why didn't you simply tell her that you were depressed and I was taking care of you or something?"

Lex looked away. "Lois doesn't believe in depression. Only in self-indulgent pity."

"Christ," Clark sighed. He wrapped his arms tightly around Lex and held him. "Christ, Lex, did you just fuck me because Lois told you I was going to leave you?"

"No." And he hadn't. Not really.

He clutched at Clark's back, nails scratching across the invulnerable skin. "Clark, I swear. It happened because it was right. It was time. Lois always ... said things when I'd get depressed. All my life. When we were kids, it was okay, because she wanted to help, but by the time she was eleven, she'd get annoyed. And wasn't afraid to tell me. But, even listening to her say the same old things, even as I believed her, believed I was being stupid and sad and that you were going to leave out of boredom, there was this part that .... Knew she was wrong." He pulled back. "She's wrong, Clark. You aren't going to leave me."

"No, I'm not."

"I believe you."

Clark's mouth twitched, eyes lighting up. "And, uh, how to you feel about that?"

"Terrified," he answered honestly. "Scared out of my wits. It's been so long, and I know I'm going to fuck up every step of the way." He licked his lips. "But I know you still won't leave."

"No." Still gazing into Lex's eyes, Clark pulled took Lex's hands and held them both in his. "So, tell me, Lex Luthor, because I have to know. If I promise to stay, and to put up with you pushing me away, and working too hard, and smoking too much, and not asking for help when you need it, can you put up with me? Put up with me disappearing, and leaving our bed in the middle of the night? Or being distant when the world gets turbulent, or overly emotional when something happens? And not always being there when you want me, but always, *always* being there when you need me?"

"Clark ..."

Clark kissed him quiet, and then kissed the center of each of Lex's palms. "What I'm asking you, Lex, is can I keep you?"

He laughed, remembering the quiet, desperate words that Clark had whispered over a month ago. He remembered how scared he'd been at the way he'd wanted to say yes, to fall into Clark's arms, and just be *happy*. He remembered how confused he'd been, and how frustrated at the fact Clark was never there, even though that was how Lex wanted it.

Lex remembered, and he fell in love again. "Yes, Clark," he whispered. "You can keep me. But only if ..."

"Oh, you've had me, Lex," Clark interrupted. "I am now, and will always be yours."

Lex stopped him as Clark leaned in for a kiss, placing his hand over his wonderful mouth. "Well, that's good to know, but what I was actually going to say was, 'Yes, but only if the glasses go.'"

"They're part of my secret identity," Clark protested but, when Lex gave him huge, sad eyes, he sighed and said, "Well. Maybe a pair of better frames? Smaller and sexier? Not quite so geeky? Would that do?"

He beamed. "Yes, Clark. That will do." Lex leaned in and kissed Clark thoroughly, tongue mapping out every inch. "Well," he added, whispering into Clark's lips, "for a start."

Fin.

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Yay!! *pets the boys*

Tho I must say, it's weird to actively *like* Lois in this context. Not bad-weird, just head-scratching-weird. Can't wait to see the whole series in edited, full-length form. :)

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