Dis Pater J part 30
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roxyThe Previous Parts are here, underwear around their ankles because they didn't expect to be working. Well--*this* kind of work anyway...
Clark sighed and shifted. The warm breath against his belly drifted lower, soft lips pressed small kisses all the way along the thin trail of hair that lead to the thicker hair framing his dick. Lex stroked his fingers through it and whispered, “so soft.”
He smiled and let his fingers gently explore Lex’s scalp, spread them wide and cradled his head. Lex licked wetter and wetter trails, around his navel, at the base of his dick, until Clark was lifting to meet Lex’s kisses. This was every fantasy he’d ever had, the good ones and the bad ones…a little sliver of guilt twisted in him and submerged again…nothing mattered now except that Lex was here with him, silky and hot all over--his hands, his lips, his *skin*--the touch of his tongue was like liquid fire. Lex was pulling sounds out of him that any other time would have made him blush with embarrassment. Now, it was making him soar, fueling the fire that burned through him. He lifted his head and looked down at Lex and moaned. Lex, Oh god, Lex was touching himself, so hot he couldn’t wait…
Clark scrambled upright and before Lex could protest, he flipped him to his back. Lex started to make a joke, but he saw Clark’s expression and stopped. He touched his cheek, but Clark barely noticed the feather light touch, so caught up in just…looking, mouth slightly parted, his eyes were dark, and glittered with emotion. He touched Lex’s belly, softly drew his fingers upwards, across his ribs, coming to rest over his heart. “So broken. Warped, you and me. I don’t think any other two people needed each other more.”
His fingers spread over Lex’s chest, dark against the opal pale skin. He traced the light dust of tiny freckles across his collarbones and Lex’s eyes drifted shut. Clark nodded. He closed his eyes too. It was almost too much to bear. He slid his body down, laid his head on Lex’s thigh. He was a breath away from Lex’s dick. “You are amazing,” he whispered. “I look at you and I feel lost, like I’m falling and falling. Before, I thought I was falling to die, now I feel like if I let go and fall, I’ll be…home.” He opened his eyes, and his mouth, and Lex slid in over his tongue, so hard, smooth, hot, slid in until he touched the back of Clark’s throat.
Hard, hot and slick, Clark sucked up the taste, the feel of weight and heat on his tongue. Lex shivered and drew in a breath that flowed out in a groan--he looked in Clark’s eyes, Clark gave him permission. He began thrusting, wilder and harder than he would have done to anyone else…he held fistfuls of Clark’s hair and fucked his mouth and Clark hummed his approval, spurred Lex on, because this was the dream come true, finally, together, like it was always supposed to have been. He’d never dreamed of them coming together in any way sweet, soft—he’d imagined Lex taking him, hard, just like this—all he could do was hold on, and hold him--
“Fuck!”
Lex tensed all over and thrust one last time. He came without another word, silent, teeth bared, fingers digging deep in his hair, his scalp. He yanked Clark’s head down over his dick a last time, and grunted as Clark’s throat worked to suck all of his come down. Lex eased up and let him sit up, lick his lips. “Turn over,” he said hoarsely, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Lex looked just the tiniest bit worried--shook his head, “I need to see you. I have to see you.”
“Oh, sure, yes, of course…” Clark nodded quickly, and moved back so Lex could arrange himself against the bed. “Yeah, yes, anyway you want. I…I’m glad. I want to see you too.” He knew what Lex wasn’t saying. He was pretty sure he needed to see Lex’s eyes himself. He was certain no ghosts would be joining them in bed, but….
He held Lex’s hips up, coaxed him to lock his legs over his arms, sucked and kissed his way downward, smiling against Lex’s skin at every gasp, every hitch of breath. He licked at the tightly furled ring between his cheeks, slowly worked his tongue around it until Lex was moaning steadily. He felt it soften and give beneath his lips; he licked and sucked around the tender skin, so thin, and hot with the blood rushing under the surface. Clark let the different textures inform him where to touch, how hard, wanting so much for Lex to enjoy this, but moment by moment, it became his pleasure too, the feel, the scent—knowing it was Lex writhing under him—really, and truly finally his, he was finally Lex’s. He added fingers to tongue and pushed in harder, deeper and Lex wailed at the sensation.
Clark stopped, “Am I hurting you?”
“God, no—I need more, I think…I *need* you.”
His dick was curved stiffly over his the little swell of his belly and Clark kissed him there, nipped and sucked and reveled in the velvet heat of Lex’s dick pressed against his mouth. “You’re hard again.”
“Oh…you’re so…very…perceptive,” Lex groaned.
Clark pulled back, “Can I…” He was shivering a little with need to be in Lex, he was so hard, his dick was drooling, he was laying on wet sheets and feeling like he was flying—he checked quickly to make sure he was still on the bed, and grinned at himself.
Lex nodded, Clark pushed the head of his dick into constricting heat, watched himself sink into the tight ring, into Lex… “Fuck…” he sank steadily in, gasped loudly, watching, mouth open, breathing hard, in, hot, tight, and he looked up to see Lex staring at him, eyes wide, all pupil, and his lip was white where it was caught between his teeth. Clark stopped, concerned, stoking Lex’s arms. “Does it hurt, should I?--”
Lex laughed breathily. “You can’t hurt me, Clark—don’t stop. Tell me…”
Clark shuddered. “It’s—you’re so hot, Lex, so tight, god…” He thrust in, quivering with the stress of trying to be careful, not to hurt him. Lex’s face twisted, his eyes were shut so tightly, and he forced them open again. “I love you so much, I always have, I need you so much…”
Lex gasped, tears filling his eyes. “More, Clark, more.”
“I love you.” He thrust in, and pulled back, Lex flexed, and tightened on him. He threw his head back, and shuddered. Again, again, he could feel orgasm rushing toward him, bearing him up like a wave, no stopping it, his breath caught as it hit him with the force of a punch—he was silent, unable to make a sound, it was so deep, that profound, that world-shattering. He was caught up in the feeling of every nerve firing at once with one message—ecstasy.
The still shattered suddenly and he realized a sound that’d been vibrating just at the edge of awareness was Lex, a wild keening, and felt heat flow over his hand, up his wrist, felt it drop from his fingers…Lex was an arch under him, and he fell back into the world again with a crash. “Lex!”
He’d never felt anything like it—not with Bruce, not with Lucas—never expected to feel it with any faceless stranger, never expected to feel anything like this in his life. Lex lay under him, panting, face wet, flushed from head to toe. Sweat gleamed on his ribs, his legs. His hands twitched, scrabbled across the sheets.
“God, Clark, I want to touch you, but—I can’t move…fuck…”
Clark laughed. “It’s okay, I don’t think I can either.” His head hung forward, and drops of sweat dripped down twisted strands of his hair to roll over Lex’s chest. “Sorry—I should probably hug you or maybe just move so you can breathe.” He grinned, eyes sparkling wickedly, totally unrepentant, and Lex snorted.
“Yes, well, don’t worry Clark, we have the rest of our lives for you to get this right.”
Clark frowned, “Hey!”
“I’m kidding, Clark, kidding.” He reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair and shook—hard. “Don’t imagine I’ve *ever* had this before. I’ve never felt like this before. Ever.”
Clark blushed, felt his whole body flush. He dropped his head and pressed lips to Lex’s. “I know,” he murmured. “I know.”
******
Lucas called the housekeeper and told her that Lex and he would be leaving Smallville soon—possibly as soon as the next day or two. He asked her to make arrangements for caretakers to watch over the castle, and told her to prepare severance for the current staff. He told her he wanted whatever staff on the grounds out as soon as possible, and let her handle that matter. He had his own business to handle. He walked the halls and waited for some feeling of nostalgia to prick him—nothing. He went to his dad’s study and stared at the spot he knew was still there, the gleaming floorboards bleached and scrubbed and refinished but he knew that there was wood there that had been soaked in the old man’s blood. He felt nothing. He probed the memory, gently, delicately--nothing. It didn’t even raise the smallest smile.
He walked down the long hallway to the bedrooms, opening the door to his bedroom. He looked around at the Spartan space, the spare furnishing, everything so clean, spotless, shining, and soulless. He took a pillow from the bed and smelled—no scent, of course. Washed out, aired out, any scent of Lex long faded. Nothing.
He carefully closed the door and walked further to the last door, went in and sat on Lex’s bed. The room could have been a cell for all the meaning it had. He opened the curtains and looked out over the estate, rolling green, the helipad breaking up the lawn…all this he’d reclaimed, with some fuzzy thought in the back of his mind that he’d give it to Lex and that Lex would be grateful for it. He laughed—a sharp bitter bark. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered in the long run, nothing he did. He’d committed every sin that you could, done every horrible soul blasting act one could imagine and here he was, young, fucking beautiful, richer than fuck…he laughed—and about to do much more and much worse and he was pure. Untouched. He was God. He was.
And if so, then it was time he remade the world into his image. What the fuck—he had nothing but time. He could feel it—he had an eternity.
He called for a meal to be sent to the entertainment room and settled in to take care of a few loose ends. He called Amanda and told her to work the last plan. He called the office and told them to send a driver and an armored limo, and to expect him back within the day. He arranged to put the Smallville plant on the market, and to transfer the operation there to the labs on the outskirts of Gotham. He hung up and leaned back against the couch, took a deep breath. One last loose end.
A minute. He needed a minute and a drink. Just to organize his thoughts.
Tbc so very very soon!
tbc so very very soon!
Clark sighed and shifted. The warm breath against his belly drifted lower, soft lips pressed small kisses all the way along the thin trail of hair that lead to the thicker hair framing his dick. Lex stroked his fingers through it and whispered, “so soft.”
He smiled and let his fingers gently explore Lex’s scalp, spread them wide and cradled his head. Lex licked wetter and wetter trails, around his navel, at the base of his dick, until Clark was lifting to meet Lex’s kisses. This was every fantasy he’d ever had, the good ones and the bad ones…a little sliver of guilt twisted in him and submerged again…nothing mattered now except that Lex was here with him, silky and hot all over--his hands, his lips, his *skin*--the touch of his tongue was like liquid fire. Lex was pulling sounds out of him that any other time would have made him blush with embarrassment. Now, it was making him soar, fueling the fire that burned through him. He lifted his head and looked down at Lex and moaned. Lex, Oh god, Lex was touching himself, so hot he couldn’t wait…
Clark scrambled upright and before Lex could protest, he flipped him to his back. Lex started to make a joke, but he saw Clark’s expression and stopped. He touched his cheek, but Clark barely noticed the feather light touch, so caught up in just…looking, mouth slightly parted, his eyes were dark, and glittered with emotion. He touched Lex’s belly, softly drew his fingers upwards, across his ribs, coming to rest over his heart. “So broken. Warped, you and me. I don’t think any other two people needed each other more.”
His fingers spread over Lex’s chest, dark against the opal pale skin. He traced the light dust of tiny freckles across his collarbones and Lex’s eyes drifted shut. Clark nodded. He closed his eyes too. It was almost too much to bear. He slid his body down, laid his head on Lex’s thigh. He was a breath away from Lex’s dick. “You are amazing,” he whispered. “I look at you and I feel lost, like I’m falling and falling. Before, I thought I was falling to die, now I feel like if I let go and fall, I’ll be…home.” He opened his eyes, and his mouth, and Lex slid in over his tongue, so hard, smooth, hot, slid in until he touched the back of Clark’s throat.
Hard, hot and slick, Clark sucked up the taste, the feel of weight and heat on his tongue. Lex shivered and drew in a breath that flowed out in a groan--he looked in Clark’s eyes, Clark gave him permission. He began thrusting, wilder and harder than he would have done to anyone else…he held fistfuls of Clark’s hair and fucked his mouth and Clark hummed his approval, spurred Lex on, because this was the dream come true, finally, together, like it was always supposed to have been. He’d never dreamed of them coming together in any way sweet, soft—he’d imagined Lex taking him, hard, just like this—all he could do was hold on, and hold him--
“Fuck!”
Lex tensed all over and thrust one last time. He came without another word, silent, teeth bared, fingers digging deep in his hair, his scalp. He yanked Clark’s head down over his dick a last time, and grunted as Clark’s throat worked to suck all of his come down. Lex eased up and let him sit up, lick his lips. “Turn over,” he said hoarsely, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Lex looked just the tiniest bit worried--shook his head, “I need to see you. I have to see you.”
“Oh, sure, yes, of course…” Clark nodded quickly, and moved back so Lex could arrange himself against the bed. “Yeah, yes, anyway you want. I…I’m glad. I want to see you too.” He knew what Lex wasn’t saying. He was pretty sure he needed to see Lex’s eyes himself. He was certain no ghosts would be joining them in bed, but….
He held Lex’s hips up, coaxed him to lock his legs over his arms, sucked and kissed his way downward, smiling against Lex’s skin at every gasp, every hitch of breath. He licked at the tightly furled ring between his cheeks, slowly worked his tongue around it until Lex was moaning steadily. He felt it soften and give beneath his lips; he licked and sucked around the tender skin, so thin, and hot with the blood rushing under the surface. Clark let the different textures inform him where to touch, how hard, wanting so much for Lex to enjoy this, but moment by moment, it became his pleasure too, the feel, the scent—knowing it was Lex writhing under him—really, and truly finally his, he was finally Lex’s. He added fingers to tongue and pushed in harder, deeper and Lex wailed at the sensation.
Clark stopped, “Am I hurting you?”
“God, no—I need more, I think…I *need* you.”
His dick was curved stiffly over his the little swell of his belly and Clark kissed him there, nipped and sucked and reveled in the velvet heat of Lex’s dick pressed against his mouth. “You’re hard again.”
“Oh…you’re so…very…perceptive,” Lex groaned.
Clark pulled back, “Can I…” He was shivering a little with need to be in Lex, he was so hard, his dick was drooling, he was laying on wet sheets and feeling like he was flying—he checked quickly to make sure he was still on the bed, and grinned at himself.
Lex nodded, Clark pushed the head of his dick into constricting heat, watched himself sink into the tight ring, into Lex… “Fuck…” he sank steadily in, gasped loudly, watching, mouth open, breathing hard, in, hot, tight, and he looked up to see Lex staring at him, eyes wide, all pupil, and his lip was white where it was caught between his teeth. Clark stopped, concerned, stoking Lex’s arms. “Does it hurt, should I?--”
Lex laughed breathily. “You can’t hurt me, Clark—don’t stop. Tell me…”
Clark shuddered. “It’s—you’re so hot, Lex, so tight, god…” He thrust in, quivering with the stress of trying to be careful, not to hurt him. Lex’s face twisted, his eyes were shut so tightly, and he forced them open again. “I love you so much, I always have, I need you so much…”
Lex gasped, tears filling his eyes. “More, Clark, more.”
“I love you.” He thrust in, and pulled back, Lex flexed, and tightened on him. He threw his head back, and shuddered. Again, again, he could feel orgasm rushing toward him, bearing him up like a wave, no stopping it, his breath caught as it hit him with the force of a punch—he was silent, unable to make a sound, it was so deep, that profound, that world-shattering. He was caught up in the feeling of every nerve firing at once with one message—ecstasy.
The still shattered suddenly and he realized a sound that’d been vibrating just at the edge of awareness was Lex, a wild keening, and felt heat flow over his hand, up his wrist, felt it drop from his fingers…Lex was an arch under him, and he fell back into the world again with a crash. “Lex!”
He’d never felt anything like it—not with Bruce, not with Lucas—never expected to feel it with any faceless stranger, never expected to feel anything like this in his life. Lex lay under him, panting, face wet, flushed from head to toe. Sweat gleamed on his ribs, his legs. His hands twitched, scrabbled across the sheets.
“God, Clark, I want to touch you, but—I can’t move…fuck…”
Clark laughed. “It’s okay, I don’t think I can either.” His head hung forward, and drops of sweat dripped down twisted strands of his hair to roll over Lex’s chest. “Sorry—I should probably hug you or maybe just move so you can breathe.” He grinned, eyes sparkling wickedly, totally unrepentant, and Lex snorted.
“Yes, well, don’t worry Clark, we have the rest of our lives for you to get this right.”
Clark frowned, “Hey!”
“I’m kidding, Clark, kidding.” He reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair and shook—hard. “Don’t imagine I’ve *ever* had this before. I’ve never felt like this before. Ever.”
Clark blushed, felt his whole body flush. He dropped his head and pressed lips to Lex’s. “I know,” he murmured. “I know.”
******
Lucas called the housekeeper and told her that Lex and he would be leaving Smallville soon—possibly as soon as the next day or two. He asked her to make arrangements for caretakers to watch over the castle, and told her to prepare severance for the current staff. He told her he wanted whatever staff on the grounds out as soon as possible, and let her handle that matter. He had his own business to handle. He walked the halls and waited for some feeling of nostalgia to prick him—nothing. He went to his dad’s study and stared at the spot he knew was still there, the gleaming floorboards bleached and scrubbed and refinished but he knew that there was wood there that had been soaked in the old man’s blood. He felt nothing. He probed the memory, gently, delicately--nothing. It didn’t even raise the smallest smile.
He walked down the long hallway to the bedrooms, opening the door to his bedroom. He looked around at the Spartan space, the spare furnishing, everything so clean, spotless, shining, and soulless. He took a pillow from the bed and smelled—no scent, of course. Washed out, aired out, any scent of Lex long faded. Nothing.
He carefully closed the door and walked further to the last door, went in and sat on Lex’s bed. The room could have been a cell for all the meaning it had. He opened the curtains and looked out over the estate, rolling green, the helipad breaking up the lawn…all this he’d reclaimed, with some fuzzy thought in the back of his mind that he’d give it to Lex and that Lex would be grateful for it. He laughed—a sharp bitter bark. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered in the long run, nothing he did. He’d committed every sin that you could, done every horrible soul blasting act one could imagine and here he was, young, fucking beautiful, richer than fuck…he laughed—and about to do much more and much worse and he was pure. Untouched. He was God. He was.
And if so, then it was time he remade the world into his image. What the fuck—he had nothing but time. He could feel it—he had an eternity.
He called for a meal to be sent to the entertainment room and settled in to take care of a few loose ends. He called Amanda and told her to work the last plan. He called the office and told them to send a driver and an armored limo, and to expect him back within the day. He arranged to put the Smallville plant on the market, and to transfer the operation there to the labs on the outskirts of Gotham. He hung up and leaned back against the couch, took a deep breath. One last loose end.
A minute. He needed a minute and a drink. Just to organize his thoughts.
Tbc so very very soon!
tbc so very very soon!
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