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DP Jupiter part 8
So, it turns out there are 8 parts to DP Jupiter, and now they are all nice and neat in memories. After this part, Lex gets waffles!
The Previous Parts are thrilled that once again they’re gainfully employed.
“Lois, there’s no special reason I’m leaving for home, I just need a little time off, that’s all. I have a million vacation days; it’s time to burn some off. No, I’m fine. I’ll be okay. Yes, call me if there’s a problem. I’ll be back in a week. I sent you everything I have on Lucas Luthor, except for tonight’s stuff—I’ll send it from home. It won’t be much. Right. See you.”
Clark disconnected and slipped his phone into his suit pocket with a small sigh. It was just a fluff job—an article about Metropolis’ most successful sons, including of course, the Luthors—but he and Lois knew there was rot under the pretty surface of gloss.
Clark had one last interview with Lucas Luthor and then he was done, finished and glad of it. The two prior interviews had been emotionally exhausting, the strain of not wiping that smirk off his face….
Lois was beside herself but he *had* to get out of town for a few days and get back on track. Talking to Luthor, being in the same room with him--made him think too much about things better left in the past.
Lucas was the only one he spoke to—he’d refused to give him access to Lex-not that Clark had really pushed to do so. Speaking with the man, listening to him, he was beginning to get the nagging feeling that Lex might have less to do with the day to day running of LuthorCorp than he’d believed. Lucas hadn’t said so—not in so many words, but it was a puzzle that Clark meant to tackle on his return. Lucas was enjoying the game; he loved rubbing Clark’s face in every barely legal activity he conducted, while hinting at the illegal ones, knowing that he couldn’t touch him. Yet.
Clark didn’t care. He’d bring them down —he was attacking the Luthors on two fronts, through public opinion and as Superman. He promised years ago to bring them to justice and he would.
******
The secretary sent him through the over size double doors that marked the entrance to the LuthorCorp offices. His footsteps echoed on the marble tile, and security was a huge and obvious presence. He was wanded and frisked (and something told him that was an experience unique to him.) before entering an elevator that brought him to the private suite of offices occupied by LuthorCorp. He was met by a startlingly beautiful redhead and escorted into the Luthor offices.
He walked in and at first he thought he’d missed the appointment, the room was dim—he checked his watch and saw he was on time—so where was Luthor?
“Hey, be with you in a minute.”—He looked behind himself and saw Lucas in the corner of the room, sitting in an old-fashioned club chair, his legs spread and between them, a woman on her knees. Suddenly he was assaulted with sound-- the liquid slap of wet flesh against flesh, and a muffled groaning, heavy breathing...damn it, Luthor knew Clark was supposed to interview him at this time, it was a deliberate insult. He turned to leave but Lucas spoke his name, his voice strained and a little breathless and it stopped him in his tracks.
Memories.
Events he hadn’t thought of in ages—emotions he’d gnawed at until they scabbed over filled him again and for a horrible moment his eyes filled with tears and he wasn’t seeing Lucas at all.
He swung around, away from him, headed towards the door, but when Lucas called his name again he stopped and cursing himself, he faced him.
Lucas was staring into his eyes as he rolled his hips and Clark could see that the hands cradling the blonde head were tight, moving the head up and down on him and it couldn’t have been comfortable or enjoyable for the woman.
Her blonde hair fanned out over Lucas’ thighs, and Lucas looked down, following where Clark’s eyes were…watched the hair shifting on his legs like he’d never seen anything like it before. When he looked back at Clark, it was with an expression of awe and lust and…pain…Lucas quickly closed his eyes and lifted from the chair, pumped into the purple slicked mouth, hissing, "…so good, you’re so good, don’t stop…” he bucked up and groaned and Clark felt little drops of sweat roll down between his shoulder blades, his ribs. “…take it all,” Lucas whispered, almost to himself, “take it all.”
Tight black fabric shimmered and stretched across the woman’s back, the hem rode steadily higher up the back of her legs and showed the lacy tops of stockings--the sight of thin satin straps holding the stockings up, disappearing under the dress--it shocked Clark and made his breath catch, excited him.
He was aroused and ashamed and he couldn’t move away. He wanted to look away…he stepped closer.
He could see Lucas’ dick moving in and out of the lipsticked mouth, veins traced the skin his hands remembered as being velvety smooth and so hot, now streaked with gloss, shiny and wet, and …he could smell Lucas, feel the heat, the girl’s blonde hair hung over her face, gleaming strands pasted against her as sweat beaded her forehead and saliva rolled down her chin.
“You want to fuck her, while she does me? Go ahead, she’ll love it.”
Clark shuddered and swallowed a groan. He was so hard, and he pressed his hand against the fabric. He twitched at the thought…fucking her—while she sucked…what was wrong with him—this was wrong—he needed to leave, he had to leave…Lucas groaned like he was in pain, “suck me, suck me,” the blonde head bobbed faster, high heeled feet pressed for purchase against the carpet and the dress pulled tight against her ass-- he touched himself and moaned. He wanted to touch her, feel her—he’d never felt that way before, never wanted that, it almost scared him. Lucas gasped, “—coming, coming,” and Clark staggered and he felt on the edge of coming himself.
The woman in Lucas’ lap jerked a few times, one arm slid under herself, the dress rode higher until her silk clad ass was visible, and—she threw her head back, her chin was wet with come and saliva and she was…dress riding her hips and--she was jerking herself off, come on her hand and on the carpet under her, balls trapped by the silky underwear--his dick standing straight up, half cradled by the sheer silk and his hand milking it….
“Fuck!” Clark jerked back and slammed into a table behind him, knocking it over. The person turned towards him, the expression of dazed release on their face replaced by shock and Clark felt it like a punch in the ribs—Lex.
Lex tumbled to his side, lay there with the dress trapped around his hips and the silk underwear hanging in shreds…he looked stunned and horrified, his too wide eyes in his white, white face locked on Clark, staring up at him…Lucas pushed his chair back and said, “Whoops.”
Lex spun to face him and gasped, “Why would you do that to me?”
There was a blur and a sound like paper falling and Clark was gone.
Lucas was focused on Lex and didn’t notice. “I want you to remember you belong to me. I want everyone to know—I want that guy especially to know. He was starting to…you need to keep focused. Right?”
Lex looked up at him and nodded. He pulled the wig off and dropped it on the floor. He felt huge and empty inside. It didn’t particularly bother him. The whole incident was rapidly passing from his mind.
Lucas smiled down at him and offered his hand, pulled him to his feet.
“I want to go Smallville.”
Lucas nodded. “All right…the house is there for you.”
Lex opened his mouth, closed it and shook his head. He tried to laugh, but it caught in his throat. “I want to go by myself.”
Lucas stopped and looked at him. He leaned in and wiped lipstick and wet from Lex’s chin. “Okay.” Kissed him on the cheek. “You can go. By yourself.”
Lex sighed and shivered. “Get this thing off me—now.” He was yanking at the zipper, pulling and yanking and Lucas stopped him. “Watch out, you’ll rip it.”
Lex whipped his head around to face him, and Lucas had a bright, hard smile on his face. “You promised,” Lex said.
“I did, didn’t I? I did say you’d only have to wear this dress once.” He grabbed the edges of the thin material and ripped it down the center…. He stroked his hand down Lex’s bare back, cupped his ass. “You might be upset now, baby, but you will understand.”
“Really? Will I?” He laughed. “Well. I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.”
tbc
The Previous Parts are thrilled that once again they’re gainfully employed.
“Lois, there’s no special reason I’m leaving for home, I just need a little time off, that’s all. I have a million vacation days; it’s time to burn some off. No, I’m fine. I’ll be okay. Yes, call me if there’s a problem. I’ll be back in a week. I sent you everything I have on Lucas Luthor, except for tonight’s stuff—I’ll send it from home. It won’t be much. Right. See you.”
Clark disconnected and slipped his phone into his suit pocket with a small sigh. It was just a fluff job—an article about Metropolis’ most successful sons, including of course, the Luthors—but he and Lois knew there was rot under the pretty surface of gloss.
Clark had one last interview with Lucas Luthor and then he was done, finished and glad of it. The two prior interviews had been emotionally exhausting, the strain of not wiping that smirk off his face….
Lois was beside herself but he *had* to get out of town for a few days and get back on track. Talking to Luthor, being in the same room with him--made him think too much about things better left in the past.
Lucas was the only one he spoke to—he’d refused to give him access to Lex-not that Clark had really pushed to do so. Speaking with the man, listening to him, he was beginning to get the nagging feeling that Lex might have less to do with the day to day running of LuthorCorp than he’d believed. Lucas hadn’t said so—not in so many words, but it was a puzzle that Clark meant to tackle on his return. Lucas was enjoying the game; he loved rubbing Clark’s face in every barely legal activity he conducted, while hinting at the illegal ones, knowing that he couldn’t touch him. Yet.
Clark didn’t care. He’d bring them down —he was attacking the Luthors on two fronts, through public opinion and as Superman. He promised years ago to bring them to justice and he would.
******
The secretary sent him through the over size double doors that marked the entrance to the LuthorCorp offices. His footsteps echoed on the marble tile, and security was a huge and obvious presence. He was wanded and frisked (and something told him that was an experience unique to him.) before entering an elevator that brought him to the private suite of offices occupied by LuthorCorp. He was met by a startlingly beautiful redhead and escorted into the Luthor offices.
He walked in and at first he thought he’d missed the appointment, the room was dim—he checked his watch and saw he was on time—so where was Luthor?
“Hey, be with you in a minute.”—He looked behind himself and saw Lucas in the corner of the room, sitting in an old-fashioned club chair, his legs spread and between them, a woman on her knees. Suddenly he was assaulted with sound-- the liquid slap of wet flesh against flesh, and a muffled groaning, heavy breathing...damn it, Luthor knew Clark was supposed to interview him at this time, it was a deliberate insult. He turned to leave but Lucas spoke his name, his voice strained and a little breathless and it stopped him in his tracks.
Memories.
Events he hadn’t thought of in ages—emotions he’d gnawed at until they scabbed over filled him again and for a horrible moment his eyes filled with tears and he wasn’t seeing Lucas at all.
He swung around, away from him, headed towards the door, but when Lucas called his name again he stopped and cursing himself, he faced him.
Lucas was staring into his eyes as he rolled his hips and Clark could see that the hands cradling the blonde head were tight, moving the head up and down on him and it couldn’t have been comfortable or enjoyable for the woman.
Her blonde hair fanned out over Lucas’ thighs, and Lucas looked down, following where Clark’s eyes were…watched the hair shifting on his legs like he’d never seen anything like it before. When he looked back at Clark, it was with an expression of awe and lust and…pain…Lucas quickly closed his eyes and lifted from the chair, pumped into the purple slicked mouth, hissing, "…so good, you’re so good, don’t stop…” he bucked up and groaned and Clark felt little drops of sweat roll down between his shoulder blades, his ribs. “…take it all,” Lucas whispered, almost to himself, “take it all.”
Tight black fabric shimmered and stretched across the woman’s back, the hem rode steadily higher up the back of her legs and showed the lacy tops of stockings--the sight of thin satin straps holding the stockings up, disappearing under the dress--it shocked Clark and made his breath catch, excited him.
He was aroused and ashamed and he couldn’t move away. He wanted to look away…he stepped closer.
He could see Lucas’ dick moving in and out of the lipsticked mouth, veins traced the skin his hands remembered as being velvety smooth and so hot, now streaked with gloss, shiny and wet, and …he could smell Lucas, feel the heat, the girl’s blonde hair hung over her face, gleaming strands pasted against her as sweat beaded her forehead and saliva rolled down her chin.
“You want to fuck her, while she does me? Go ahead, she’ll love it.”
Clark shuddered and swallowed a groan. He was so hard, and he pressed his hand against the fabric. He twitched at the thought…fucking her—while she sucked…what was wrong with him—this was wrong—he needed to leave, he had to leave…Lucas groaned like he was in pain, “suck me, suck me,” the blonde head bobbed faster, high heeled feet pressed for purchase against the carpet and the dress pulled tight against her ass-- he touched himself and moaned. He wanted to touch her, feel her—he’d never felt that way before, never wanted that, it almost scared him. Lucas gasped, “—coming, coming,” and Clark staggered and he felt on the edge of coming himself.
The woman in Lucas’ lap jerked a few times, one arm slid under herself, the dress rode higher until her silk clad ass was visible, and—she threw her head back, her chin was wet with come and saliva and she was…dress riding her hips and--she was jerking herself off, come on her hand and on the carpet under her, balls trapped by the silky underwear--his dick standing straight up, half cradled by the sheer silk and his hand milking it….
“Fuck!” Clark jerked back and slammed into a table behind him, knocking it over. The person turned towards him, the expression of dazed release on their face replaced by shock and Clark felt it like a punch in the ribs—Lex.
Lex tumbled to his side, lay there with the dress trapped around his hips and the silk underwear hanging in shreds…he looked stunned and horrified, his too wide eyes in his white, white face locked on Clark, staring up at him…Lucas pushed his chair back and said, “Whoops.”
Lex spun to face him and gasped, “Why would you do that to me?”
There was a blur and a sound like paper falling and Clark was gone.
Lucas was focused on Lex and didn’t notice. “I want you to remember you belong to me. I want everyone to know—I want that guy especially to know. He was starting to…you need to keep focused. Right?”
Lex looked up at him and nodded. He pulled the wig off and dropped it on the floor. He felt huge and empty inside. It didn’t particularly bother him. The whole incident was rapidly passing from his mind.
Lucas smiled down at him and offered his hand, pulled him to his feet.
“I want to go Smallville.”
Lucas nodded. “All right…the house is there for you.”
Lex opened his mouth, closed it and shook his head. He tried to laugh, but it caught in his throat. “I want to go by myself.”
Lucas stopped and looked at him. He leaned in and wiped lipstick and wet from Lex’s chin. “Okay.” Kissed him on the cheek. “You can go. By yourself.”
Lex sighed and shivered. “Get this thing off me—now.” He was yanking at the zipper, pulling and yanking and Lucas stopped him. “Watch out, you’ll rip it.”
Lex whipped his head around to face him, and Lucas had a bright, hard smile on his face. “You promised,” Lex said.
“I did, didn’t I? I did say you’d only have to wear this dress once.” He grabbed the edges of the thin material and ripped it down the center…. He stroked his hand down Lex’s bare back, cupped his ass. “You might be upset now, baby, but you will understand.”
“Really? Will I?” He laughed. “Well. I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.”
tbc
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roxy is still the cutest of the evol. or maybe the evolest of the cute, whatever. and i still like lucas in a slinky disgusting kind of way -- he loves his only toy *so* much, even when he's breaking it.
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*cuddles Lex* Poor, poor Lex. I'm not liking Lucas so much, although in an odd, sick way, I am... if that makes any sense. God, poor Clark, too! *sighs and pets the boys* I suppose they can wait til next part to cuddle...right?
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OMG, you are the high queen mama of teh evol!!
Sheesh!
If you don't make this better by the end i will be *so* mad at you!
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How can you make the dirty!wrong feels so evilly good?!?!? is beyond my comprehension...you totally redeemed yourself for the agony that dis pater kronus caused me for month after month...YAY , maybe i can even go back and reread it without wanting to kill Lucas, coz NOW that would be a loss to this world!
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Pertty hawt, though!!
:D
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Lucas just so primevally evil! dang! He should just keep Lex on a choke chain and tied to the bed. :P
Must read more. heh.