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Ripley 8
In Which:
Love is declared.
Lex establishes dominance.
Clark agrees to let him.
Clark has an Unsettling Experience. Or, the Screaming Heebie-Jeebies.
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
Clark frowned at the closed door for a long moment before speaking to Toby. “Tell the truth now—why did you look like that? What’s wrong?”
Toby sighed and dropped to the stool. He patted his pockets again and shook his head.
“Well…logically, I’d figure that the way he went in, is the way he’d come out. But…there’s like, nothing there. It’s solid, seamlessly healed. Not even the tiniest hint of a hole or a slit—sealed up like it’s never been open. Worries me. A lot.”
Clark shook his head. “No, don’t worry about that. It formed kind of--real sudden. I expect it’ll part as suddenly.”
Toby looked a lot less confident then Clark did. “I sure as fuck hope so…” he looked worriedly at Clark again. “I guess so. So…any ah, fluid coming out of your, ah, nipples?”
“Excuse me? NO!” Clark was embarrassed to be asked such a personal question—a stupid question—but lately, he’d been plagued with the same worry that was obviously bothering Toby. He sighed and answered seriously. “No. Not anything. How…what am I going to feed her?”
“Man, I hope we figure that out. And whatever he eats, I sure hope it’s not going to be like, painful, or fatal.”
Clark stared. “So, you’re not a legal doctor because of your really crap bedside manner or because you’re a just an enormous jerk?”
Toby grinned. “Yeah.”
******
When Clark let himself back in the apartment, Lex was standing in front of the patio doors. He turned at Clark’s gentle cough and Clark was worried to see that his eyes were red and damp, his face was flushed.
“What’s the matter? Are you scared…disgusted… okay?”
Lex smiled, laughed a little. “Yeah Clark. I’m fine. I…she’s really there, Clark. She’s really there. Did you see? She knows me.”
Clark laughed, a strangely giddy feeling bubbling through him—he was happy. “Of course she does! She knows you, she hears you and feels you. She’s…”
Lex wiped his cheek. “Sit with me outside a bit?”
Lex had been slowly, without comment, converting the rooftop garden he was very proud of into a baby safe play area. Clark knew better than to remark on the whole procedure, but he’d observed the changes and from time to time mentioned how nice it looked. Carefully. With no inflection. And not expecting an answer.
Clark headed for one of the lounge chairs that were arranged around a covered pool. A few lights from the framework of an arbor cast a soft glow but other than that, it was velvety dark on the rooftop. Clark stretched out, held his arms out for Lex. He hesitated, before walking over and perching on the edge of the chair. Clark huffed and yanked him over to lie on top of him.
“I love you.”
Lex stiffened. “You’re grateful, I understand--”
“Idiot,” Clark said and covered his mouth with his own.
Lex’s scent was suddenly overpowering; it made Clark groan into Lex’s mouth. Lex tightened his grip on Clarks shoulders, and Clark hummed in approval. There was something so erotic about Lex grabbing him, squeezing him and making him feel kind of…small. He loved it. He surged up against Lex. Small. Yeah…Clark’s legs eased open until Lex was lying in between them and even through the heavy wool trousers and sweater, Clark could feel he was hard. That was good, because so was he. He pushed up against Lex and managed to rub the ridge and stars exploded in his head. Lately it had dulled, so much that he rarely got that sudden spike of arousal from touching it but now—it was throbbing as hard as his cock was, and just as loaded with sensation—when Lex ground back, it felt like he might come from that.
“Can you do that harder--please!”
“So polite,” Lex groaned and ground harder against him, rubbing their cocks together, trying to feel more through layers of fabric and unknowingly driving Clark insane. Clark gasped and groaned and shook, he threw his head back and felt himself pulse, jerk and his pants were wet through. “Lex, Lex, Lex…” he kept groaning over and over, babbling, whipping his head back and forth and then—he yelled and threw his legs around Lex, humping against him wildly, coming in his pants with a hoarse scream.
When Clark was back in himself, Lex had his eyes locked on him—they were so dark and deep that Clark felt like he was falling into them. “You…are…so good for my ego. I’d like to go inside, would you?”
Clark nodded enthusiastically and followed Lex to his bedroom, so close he was almost stepping on his heels.
Lex shut the door behind them and leaned against it, looking Clark over with a spare little smile, just an upturn of the corners of his mouth, and then, the tip of his tongue peeked out and licked the scar on his lip…Clark groaned in anticipation. “Let me,” Lex said and peeled Clark’s clothes off with a lot of probably unnecessary touching, and then he undressed himself, methodically, efficiently with no trace of seductiveness—and Clark found it wildly hot.
Lex stalked up to him with the smooth glide of a panther and Clark thought that too was wildly hot.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed and traced the line of Clark’s shoulder, followed his collarbone and dipped his finger into the hollow of his throat. Clark blushed, shook his head.
“No, I’m not—I’m huge and I have this horrible scar thing on me…”
“No, you are. Look, you need to see yourself like I see you.” He turned Clark to face the mirrors along one wall. “Look at you.” Lex’s head was at his shoulder; his hands pulled Clark back against him. Cocooned in his scent, Clark was hard again, and Lex was touching him—soft, gentle circular motions, over his chest, and belly and hips and ass, touching his cock, stroking him, long fingers carefully tracing the length, learning him.
“Your dick is beautiful, perfectly shaped…so heavy, so hot…” He squeezed and precome flowed over his fingers and Clark could feel Lex’s cock slide upwards against his cleft. Lex watched the flow bubble over and drip to the floor, and the expression he wore made Clark’s blood boil--when Lex pushed his cock harder into the cleft, slid it over his grasping hole, his cock jerked and surged up—it nearly pushed him over the edge right then and there. Lex ran delicate touches over the now bright red ridge, he gasped when Clark howled and bucked against him.
Of course, he pushed again. Harder.
“Clark…Clark…” he pressed one thumb against the ridge and pressed the other thumb against the hot whorl of muscle between his cheeks. Clark shuddered and his knees buckled, and Lex’s thumb was forced into him. He groaned so loud. “Lex, do it now, fuck me…” he felt loose and free, as if he were in the sky, swimming in warm clouds. His legs and arms felt hot and weak, useless. His head dropped back and Lex attacked his mouth and slid his dripping hand between them, slipped it between his ass cheeks, rubbing, wetting him. There was a long moment of delicious tension, waiting, waiting, and then…the head of his cock pressed against him, popped inside…he fucked him shallowly, popped his cock in and out until Clark screamed, “All of it, give me--”and Lex growled and slid in deep, deep…electric shocks sparked and sputtered up his spine.
“Fuck—you’re—you’re so hot—my dick—fuck…fuck, fuck…” Lex gripped his shoulders hard enough to bruise, Clark could feel his fingers grinding against bone, he could feel his cock burning in and out of him…he was in heaven. Lex moaned and ground his teeth into his shoulder—it was amazing, wonderful, to feel all the tiny things he was never able to feel before, shades of sensation that he’d always been deprived of…it was like a gift, to feel these little pains…Lex bit down and Clark shuddered. He felt orgasm rising up, almost in slow motion. His knees wobbled and Lex grabbed his hips, hard, thrust in harder and harder until the slap of flesh against wet flesh was all Clark heard, he was drifting, wrapped up in his pleasure….
Lex brought him back, hissed in his ear, “Who else fucked you Clark—who else?” and he twisted a tender nipple viciously.
Clark yelped and groaned--“Just you,” he gasped, “Only you--”
He arched and came at the same moment Lex did. He felt wet heat race up his belly, come ran down his legs in hot trails and then oddly he felt streams of heat run down his chest….sweat?
“Holy shit…” Lex sounded stunned, and Clark opened his eyes and yelled—a stream of bluish liquid ran from his nipples. He staggered back, nearly knocking Lex off his feet.
“Clark! Hold up!” Lex pulled away and turned Clark from the mirror. He stared at his chest, concerned for his lover, and yes, immensely curious as well. Bastard Clark thought.
“Oh, okay, okay, it must be—this is probably normal for you--” he raised a fingertip to the fluid, and smeared sticky liquid over the pad of his finger. He touched the very tip of his tongue to it. “…hmm, it’s …sweet, kind of….”
Clark pushed him out of the way. “*Shut up!* Shut up!” This was horrible. Worse than horrible. This is what horrible would be if horrible graduated at the top of its class.
He glanced down. The fluid wasn’t running any more, thank God, but his nipples felt weirdly tender, and he felt like…a…a cow. His eyes clouded with tears, stupid, stupid life! and he moaned, “God, am I going to get breasts now too?
Lex snorted and quickly covered with a coughing fit. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and--and—call Dr. Chang, I guess.”
The fluid turned out to be nearly identical to human breast milk, and Dr. Chang suggested that it could be easily reproduced—and Clark rejoiced.
Lex frowned at that—“Clark, it more than likely would be better for Ripley if you nur—erk--”
Clark had Lex by his tie, and yanked him nose to nose with him. “I would rather put my eyes out, do you understand—I’d rather put*your* eyes out.” He gritted between clenched teeth.
“You need to get out more, sweetheart. Talk to other people. You’re picking up bad habits from me.”
*****
Dear Ripley.
Look, you need to understand. I can—could have, I guess, nursed but…no. Just, no. I’m…I guess it would have been different on my home world, but I think like a human guy, raised by humans, with human ideas of how the world works and this—is just not how it goes. I’ll give you a bottle all day long but not—this. No matter what Poppa Lex and Toby say, and personally I think they’re both fu—messing with me. Just remember, I love you. And since you’re listening to this, obviously it worked out fine and you didn’t grow up to become an ax-murderer because you felt neglected, or traumatized or stuff…unless of course you killed us in our beds and found this after….
I gotta remember to edit this darn thing….
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******
tbc
Love is declared.
Lex establishes dominance.
Clark agrees to let him.
Clark has an Unsettling Experience. Or, the Screaming Heebie-Jeebies.
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
Clark frowned at the closed door for a long moment before speaking to Toby. “Tell the truth now—why did you look like that? What’s wrong?”
Toby sighed and dropped to the stool. He patted his pockets again and shook his head.
“Well…logically, I’d figure that the way he went in, is the way he’d come out. But…there’s like, nothing there. It’s solid, seamlessly healed. Not even the tiniest hint of a hole or a slit—sealed up like it’s never been open. Worries me. A lot.”
Clark shook his head. “No, don’t worry about that. It formed kind of--real sudden. I expect it’ll part as suddenly.”
Toby looked a lot less confident then Clark did. “I sure as fuck hope so…” he looked worriedly at Clark again. “I guess so. So…any ah, fluid coming out of your, ah, nipples?”
“Excuse me? NO!” Clark was embarrassed to be asked such a personal question—a stupid question—but lately, he’d been plagued with the same worry that was obviously bothering Toby. He sighed and answered seriously. “No. Not anything. How…what am I going to feed her?”
“Man, I hope we figure that out. And whatever he eats, I sure hope it’s not going to be like, painful, or fatal.”
Clark stared. “So, you’re not a legal doctor because of your really crap bedside manner or because you’re a just an enormous jerk?”
Toby grinned. “Yeah.”
******
When Clark let himself back in the apartment, Lex was standing in front of the patio doors. He turned at Clark’s gentle cough and Clark was worried to see that his eyes were red and damp, his face was flushed.
“What’s the matter? Are you scared…disgusted… okay?”
Lex smiled, laughed a little. “Yeah Clark. I’m fine. I…she’s really there, Clark. She’s really there. Did you see? She knows me.”
Clark laughed, a strangely giddy feeling bubbling through him—he was happy. “Of course she does! She knows you, she hears you and feels you. She’s…”
Lex wiped his cheek. “Sit with me outside a bit?”
Lex had been slowly, without comment, converting the rooftop garden he was very proud of into a baby safe play area. Clark knew better than to remark on the whole procedure, but he’d observed the changes and from time to time mentioned how nice it looked. Carefully. With no inflection. And not expecting an answer.
Clark headed for one of the lounge chairs that were arranged around a covered pool. A few lights from the framework of an arbor cast a soft glow but other than that, it was velvety dark on the rooftop. Clark stretched out, held his arms out for Lex. He hesitated, before walking over and perching on the edge of the chair. Clark huffed and yanked him over to lie on top of him.
“I love you.”
Lex stiffened. “You’re grateful, I understand--”
“Idiot,” Clark said and covered his mouth with his own.
Lex’s scent was suddenly overpowering; it made Clark groan into Lex’s mouth. Lex tightened his grip on Clarks shoulders, and Clark hummed in approval. There was something so erotic about Lex grabbing him, squeezing him and making him feel kind of…small. He loved it. He surged up against Lex. Small. Yeah…Clark’s legs eased open until Lex was lying in between them and even through the heavy wool trousers and sweater, Clark could feel he was hard. That was good, because so was he. He pushed up against Lex and managed to rub the ridge and stars exploded in his head. Lately it had dulled, so much that he rarely got that sudden spike of arousal from touching it but now—it was throbbing as hard as his cock was, and just as loaded with sensation—when Lex ground back, it felt like he might come from that.
“Can you do that harder--please!”
“So polite,” Lex groaned and ground harder against him, rubbing their cocks together, trying to feel more through layers of fabric and unknowingly driving Clark insane. Clark gasped and groaned and shook, he threw his head back and felt himself pulse, jerk and his pants were wet through. “Lex, Lex, Lex…” he kept groaning over and over, babbling, whipping his head back and forth and then—he yelled and threw his legs around Lex, humping against him wildly, coming in his pants with a hoarse scream.
When Clark was back in himself, Lex had his eyes locked on him—they were so dark and deep that Clark felt like he was falling into them. “You…are…so good for my ego. I’d like to go inside, would you?”
Clark nodded enthusiastically and followed Lex to his bedroom, so close he was almost stepping on his heels.
Lex shut the door behind them and leaned against it, looking Clark over with a spare little smile, just an upturn of the corners of his mouth, and then, the tip of his tongue peeked out and licked the scar on his lip…Clark groaned in anticipation. “Let me,” Lex said and peeled Clark’s clothes off with a lot of probably unnecessary touching, and then he undressed himself, methodically, efficiently with no trace of seductiveness—and Clark found it wildly hot.
Lex stalked up to him with the smooth glide of a panther and Clark thought that too was wildly hot.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed and traced the line of Clark’s shoulder, followed his collarbone and dipped his finger into the hollow of his throat. Clark blushed, shook his head.
“No, I’m not—I’m huge and I have this horrible scar thing on me…”
“No, you are. Look, you need to see yourself like I see you.” He turned Clark to face the mirrors along one wall. “Look at you.” Lex’s head was at his shoulder; his hands pulled Clark back against him. Cocooned in his scent, Clark was hard again, and Lex was touching him—soft, gentle circular motions, over his chest, and belly and hips and ass, touching his cock, stroking him, long fingers carefully tracing the length, learning him.
“Your dick is beautiful, perfectly shaped…so heavy, so hot…” He squeezed and precome flowed over his fingers and Clark could feel Lex’s cock slide upwards against his cleft. Lex watched the flow bubble over and drip to the floor, and the expression he wore made Clark’s blood boil--when Lex pushed his cock harder into the cleft, slid it over his grasping hole, his cock jerked and surged up—it nearly pushed him over the edge right then and there. Lex ran delicate touches over the now bright red ridge, he gasped when Clark howled and bucked against him.
Of course, he pushed again. Harder.
“Clark…Clark…” he pressed one thumb against the ridge and pressed the other thumb against the hot whorl of muscle between his cheeks. Clark shuddered and his knees buckled, and Lex’s thumb was forced into him. He groaned so loud. “Lex, do it now, fuck me…” he felt loose and free, as if he were in the sky, swimming in warm clouds. His legs and arms felt hot and weak, useless. His head dropped back and Lex attacked his mouth and slid his dripping hand between them, slipped it between his ass cheeks, rubbing, wetting him. There was a long moment of delicious tension, waiting, waiting, and then…the head of his cock pressed against him, popped inside…he fucked him shallowly, popped his cock in and out until Clark screamed, “All of it, give me--”and Lex growled and slid in deep, deep…electric shocks sparked and sputtered up his spine.
“Fuck—you’re—you’re so hot—my dick—fuck…fuck, fuck…” Lex gripped his shoulders hard enough to bruise, Clark could feel his fingers grinding against bone, he could feel his cock burning in and out of him…he was in heaven. Lex moaned and ground his teeth into his shoulder—it was amazing, wonderful, to feel all the tiny things he was never able to feel before, shades of sensation that he’d always been deprived of…it was like a gift, to feel these little pains…Lex bit down and Clark shuddered. He felt orgasm rising up, almost in slow motion. His knees wobbled and Lex grabbed his hips, hard, thrust in harder and harder until the slap of flesh against wet flesh was all Clark heard, he was drifting, wrapped up in his pleasure….
Lex brought him back, hissed in his ear, “Who else fucked you Clark—who else?” and he twisted a tender nipple viciously.
Clark yelped and groaned--“Just you,” he gasped, “Only you--”
He arched and came at the same moment Lex did. He felt wet heat race up his belly, come ran down his legs in hot trails and then oddly he felt streams of heat run down his chest….sweat?
“Holy shit…” Lex sounded stunned, and Clark opened his eyes and yelled—a stream of bluish liquid ran from his nipples. He staggered back, nearly knocking Lex off his feet.
“Clark! Hold up!” Lex pulled away and turned Clark from the mirror. He stared at his chest, concerned for his lover, and yes, immensely curious as well. Bastard Clark thought.
“Oh, okay, okay, it must be—this is probably normal for you--” he raised a fingertip to the fluid, and smeared sticky liquid over the pad of his finger. He touched the very tip of his tongue to it. “…hmm, it’s …sweet, kind of….”
Clark pushed him out of the way. “*Shut up!* Shut up!” This was horrible. Worse than horrible. This is what horrible would be if horrible graduated at the top of its class.
He glanced down. The fluid wasn’t running any more, thank God, but his nipples felt weirdly tender, and he felt like…a…a cow. His eyes clouded with tears, stupid, stupid life! and he moaned, “God, am I going to get breasts now too?
Lex snorted and quickly covered with a coughing fit. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and--and—call Dr. Chang, I guess.”
The fluid turned out to be nearly identical to human breast milk, and Dr. Chang suggested that it could be easily reproduced—and Clark rejoiced.
Lex frowned at that—“Clark, it more than likely would be better for Ripley if you nur—erk--”
Clark had Lex by his tie, and yanked him nose to nose with him. “I would rather put my eyes out, do you understand—I’d rather put*your* eyes out.” He gritted between clenched teeth.
“You need to get out more, sweetheart. Talk to other people. You’re picking up bad habits from me.”
*****
Dear Ripley.
Look, you need to understand. I can—could have, I guess, nursed but…no. Just, no. I’m…I guess it would have been different on my home world, but I think like a human guy, raised by humans, with human ideas of how the world works and this—is just not how it goes. I’ll give you a bottle all day long but not—this. No matter what Poppa Lex and Toby say, and personally I think they’re both fu—messing with me. Just remember, I love you. And since you’re listening to this, obviously it worked out fine and you didn’t grow up to become an ax-murderer because you felt neglected, or traumatized or stuff…unless of course you killed us in our beds and found this after….
I gotta remember to edit this darn thing….
click
******
tbc
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They finally have sex and then find out Clark is lactacting!
HILARIOUS!
:D
I'm so corrupted... you have ruined me. I LOVE the ick and I love the mpreg...
I'm now officially in need of medication.
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