The Talented Miss Ripley part 17

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The Talented Miss Ripley
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:5

What went before

ETA: I'm dedicating this bit ot rumpuso, if it wasn't for her help with this bit, I don't think it would ever have seen the light of day! *hug* thank you, lovey!




Lights were off in the penthouse. It was completely dark. He looked around and thought to use his vision but decided not to, he didn’t want to have any advantage….

He stepped into the living room and softly called out, “Lex…” into the velvet dark. His heart beat a little faster, his mouth parted. He wanted to breath in, to try and catch his scent. He didn’t. He walked slowly back to the bedroom because there was the smallest chance he was there. He could listen—but he had the feeling that wasn’t the thing to do either, not right at this moment.

He peeked into Ripley’s room and she wasn’t there, but knowing his daughter, he didn’t really expect her to be. There was a note on the bed, though. His name was on the blank side of a folded sheet of paper. He opened it, and fell into memories that had been buried as far down as he was capable of—that came back with a silent explosion of sensation and smell and touch and taste….

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it… He sat on the edge of her bed and read it, remembered it, relived it.

He walked over to the closet and bent down, looked at the back, and smiled. He drew his hand over the rough spot on the back wall. Part of him had thought that when Ripley found the tapes, Lex might have erased this all—but no. Still there. All of it, even that crappy little drawing of a heart. He blushed. Geez. So…corny. So teenager in love. So meant with all his heart.

He walked out of her room and went to the only place Lex could be hiding. Or waiting.

He was sitting on a lounge chair, a piece of paper dangling between his knees. His head was tipped back, and Clark inhaled as quietly as he could and Lex said, “I remember sitting out here and wondering what I’d done to deserve such happiness. To deserve you and Alexandra. Now…I just wonder.”

Clark walked around the chair, and stood between Lex and the darkness. “Where is our daughter?”

He glanced at Clark. “At her grandparents—no, no, everything’s okay. She just wanted to spend the weekend…they asked…somehow I’m sure with a little prodding, from a certain scheming little redheaded girl. By the way, your mother says hello,” he murmured, “and wants us both to come to dinner next weekend. Apparently, there’s peach pie…is it a foregone conclusion for everyone except me?”

Clark smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Yes. Can I come home—stay home?”

“I don’t know, Clark. Are you finished with the torture?” But his eyes were soft as he spoke; his face was…soft, open. His mouth tightened a little, curved in that bow that signaled, ‘don’t take what I say next completely seriously’…”I know I used to have a reputation in my youth, Clark, but it’s been eons.”

“That wasn’t torture, Lex. I wanted to know…didn’t you want to know?” Clark shoved his hands into his pockets. He wanted to touch him so bad.

Lex lay back and crossed his legs. He folded his arms under his head, and Clark growled a little, deep in his chest. Lex’s back arched a little against the cushions, he stared up at Clark. “I did. I do know. Those things I said to you earlier--I wasn’t ‘beating myself up’ as you put it…”

Clark raised an eyebrow, his lips tightened into a skeptical line. Oh, really? Oh, no. Not you.

Lex continued. “…I wanted you to think about it. To give you a way out if…” He sat up again, all teasing gone; all playfulness wiped away. He stared into Clark’s eyes; his own the color of smoke and ice. He said, “You need to know this, Clark. If you come back, I’m not letting you go. Again.”

“I don’t want a way out. I want in. And that smell thing—that’s just stupid. I’m not a beagle---I know what I want. And I want you. “

Lex smiled up at him. “Well. All right then.”

Clark grinned. “Good—shall I move my stuff in--”

Lex poured himself…up. Clark marveled at the fluid movement, he couldn’t imagine any one else could move that way, like liquid silk. Lex flowed past him, and smiled over his shoulder as he walked away. “That’s something we can talk about later.”

Clark was nodding furiously, his body following Lex while his mind blanked out completely, Lex’s hips gliding smoothly in front of him the only thing it could process.

Lex stopped and glanced at his watch. “Well, it’s time for me to turn in. Good night, Clark, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Clark stared after him, his mouth open…what just happened? Where was the make up sex—the fucking ten years worth of make up sex he kind of thought he was going to be having tonight?

He plopped down onto the lounge and grabbed one of the pillows that were full of Lex. He breathed in deep, and wondered sadly if Mom had any pie right now.

He rolled off the lounger and walked inside, headed down the hall towards the bedrooms. He should at least tell Lex good night.

He opened his door and called softly, “Are you asleep?”

Just as softly Lex called back, “I was until a huge gallumping alien woke me up.”

Clark grinned. “Can I come in? Since you’re awake and all?”

“I suppose.” Lex slid up until he was pressed against the headboard. “Come on in, Clark.”

Clark stood in the doorway. “I will—I’m just looking.” He smiled as he did just that. Lex was very pale in the moonlight coming in through the window, the sheers tinting the light, his skin, a pale lilac, Lex was framed by the gold and navy pillows on his bed.
He looked like…sex.

Clark walked in slowly, almost fearfully. He inhaled and closed his eyes to do it again. There was nothing in the room except Lex, light hint of Ripley, the staff…no one had ever been in this room except family—except Lex.

“Why, why didn’t you ever start over with someone else?” He was almost beside Lex now, his fingers curled against his legs, even asking the question hurt.

Lex shrugged, and it was a liquid movement against the sheets that Clark couldn’t tear his eyes from. “I didn’t need anyone else. Want anyone else. I had Lexie to care for, you…what else was there?”

Clark was closer still and put one hand on the bed. “Can I kiss you goodnight?” he asked.

Lex looked at him for a moment that seemed to spin out forever.

“Yes,” he said. “You can kiss me.”

Clark leaned a little closer and barely touched his lips to Lex’s. Lex breathed out, warm breath flowed against his lips and Clark sighed.

“Oh, Lex. Can I *kiss* you?”

Lex reached up a hand, slid it through the tangle of black curls until his palm cupped the base of his skull. Lips met, soft and gentle, pressed a little and gave a little. Clark thought he’d never had so sweet a kiss. It was innocent, sweet like candy, like the first kiss you got from someone who made you blush. He sank to his knees by the side of the bed, and Lex urged Clark forward. The kiss deepened a little, Lex moved back slowly and Clark followed, rising off his knees, not wanting to loose contact with lips, skin, warm…

…waves of warmth swept him, and he was so hard, just from kissing, no--had been hard since he knocked on the door really…since he’d talked to Lex on the patio. Lex moved, touched the tip of his tongue to the bow of Clark’s lip, he licked along the full curve of his lower lip, and Clark gasped---Lex sucked gently at the full curve, slid the tip of his tongue over and in and it was cool, and then warm inside his mouth. Clark shivered, pressed forward, tried to deepen the kiss but Lex controlled it, kept it slow and maddening. Clark whined into the kiss and Lex’s hands tightened in his hair, his heartbeat sped up.

His voice was a little harsher when he asked, “More?”

Clark gasped and nodded. more, more right now—

Lex kissed, harder, his hand twisting viciously in Clark’s hair, and Clark moved into it. His mouth opened and invited Lex to do the same, their tongues slid, and pushed against each other, wet and hot. Clark struggled to crawl up onto the bed and not lose a second’s contact with Lex’s mouth.

The kiss changed, less gentle, less exploring—demanding, and much, much less innocent. Oh shit, not like candy, not anymore, Clark thought—like wine, like champagne….

Clark crouched over Lex on the bed—Lex reached up and grabbed his ears, hard, making Clark yelp and laugh in surprise. Yanked his head down and kissed him bruisingly hard—Clark’s cock throbbed hard with each mauling kiss.

Lex’s cock pressed the sheet into his belly, the fabric was soaked through. It felt good and he rubbed himself against it. He was shuddering, he was trembling, he was going to come in his pants like a kid—Lex jerked his chin down and bit down violently on his lower lip-- “Oh, Fu—“ He jerked and moaned and Lex let it slide from between his perfect white teeth and if he’d been human, they’d both be covered in blood—“Never, never, never, I swear!” Clark babbled in answer to the question Lex had yet to ask and Lex used his ears again to pull him against his wet forehead, almost sobbed.

“You can’t, you can’t ever leave me again, I’ll never let you--” With a snarl, he threw Clark to his back on the bed, and Clark let him move him anyway he chose, gave no resistance, he was grateful putty in Lex’s hands, ready to give him everything. Anything.

Fuck, it felt so good, not to be in control….

Lex laughed a little, quick and breathless and Clark realized he’d said it out loud.
Good.

“Oh, no, no, you’re really not…” Lex ripped at his clothes, tore his shirt, and buttons flew everywhere, before they landed, he’d ripped Clark’s t-shirt to pieces. Lex ran his hands over Clark’s skin, stopped with his fingers curled just over the waistband of his jeans. Clark spread his legs and wiggled under the weight and heat of Lex’s gaze, happily grinning up at him. Lex growled, “God, I want to fuck you—I want to start at your toes and just fuck every inch of you.” He bared his teeth at Clark and Clark laughed—groaned. How could he not have known how much he’d missed this, how much he’d needed Lex all the years that passed—

“Fuck me, then.”

“No.” Lex shook his head and clawed his way back up Clark’s chest, “Not yet.”

Clark shuddered and Lex flicked his nipples, twisted them, pinched them, hard, hard, hard.

“*I* know how hard you need this to be,” he whispered and Clark nodded, and just managed to stop himself from twisting on the sheets. Lex knew, Lex knew everything; Lex would take care of him….

Wet silky tongue traced cool trails between the pebbled points, and then “Touch me,” Lex said. He leaned back on his heels, knees open and spread on either side of Clark’s torso. His knees were pinning Clark’s arms down, but it didn’t matter--not when Lex was doing…what he was doing. Lex ran hands down his own body, touched himself as he told Clark what he wanted him to do, did it to himself as he spoke. Clark thought that Lex was certainly no slouch when it came to torture—this was Lex’s version of punishment and—oh. Pre-come dripped onto his chest--Lex leaned back and groaned, bit his lip, and Clark was caught up in he sight, the motion, of his hand moving over his cock.

“Lex…” Clark’s cock was trapped painfully against his fly. He trembled and begged Lex to let him move. “Please, I have to…” he panted, licked his lips over and over, drawing air in over his tongue….

“You’re tasting me, aren’t you?” Lex smirked. He pushed his fingers into Clark’s mouth, and Clark groaned, his eyes squeezed shut and he gave himself up to the taste, the feel—he licked frantically, sucked Lex’s fingers like candy. Even with his eyes closed, tears spilled.

He drew back, gasping as Lex’s fingers slid out of his mouth. “I need this, I need you—please!“

“Not yet.” Lex slid down his legs, and bit along the zipper of his jeans, bit at the heat pressed against it. He ripped the zipper open, and yanked the jeans down; red welts streaked down Clark’s thighs and disappeared again. Clark cried out, his cock slapped against his belly and rose, spinning a thin slivery thread of pre-come out from tip to belly, and Lex leaned over and caught it on his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Lex, stop before you kill me…”

Lex cursed, moved away. “Get on your knees.”

Clark looked at him, took a deep breath—and arched, came so hard, the huge, heavy, ultra modern, and in Clark’s secret opinion, ugly chrome and cherry wood bed shook with each spurt.

Lex glanced down at the dripping lace of white across his chest, his legs, and grit his teeth. Grabbed the base of his cock, squeezed. Hard. “Shit…” he reached out and wrapped a hand around Clark’s hip and shoved. “Move—fast--damn it!”

Clark rolled to his belly, and groaned when his sensitive cock rubbed against the silk, when Lex bumped slick and hot over his hole, howled when Lex pushed into him, in and deep and making him feel hot, so heavy, like thick electricity was crawling under his skin.

Lex grabbed his hips as hard as he could and fucked him like he was about to die, and he was going to get off before he did. “Fuck--Clark—I’m not—shit--going to last—“

“Yes, yes, come, come!” Clark was dripping sweat, burning up, he cried when Lex grabbed a fistful of his hair and snarled, “I’m going to fucking come all over you, come on you--” he pulled out, and yelled, and Clark felt a hot spill on his back, felt it run down his twitching ass, drip on his legs and felt Lex drop on him, drape himself over him, spent, exhausted….

“You’ve got one minute before I fuck you again,” Lex gasped out breathlessly.

“Oh, sure…one minute…unh-hunh.” Clark chuckled, breath coming short and sharp. His cock was already hard again, and he was happy, happier than he’d been in years and years.

Lex crawled up over him and bit his cheek. Kissed his cheek. “You’re sure? This *is* what you want?”

Clark dropped flat on the bed, willing Lex’s weight to hold him down. He smiled against the pillow, heard a pleased little hum deep in Lex’s chest. “Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes.”

Lex rolled him to his back, and Clark protested—The sheets—I’m all messy--”

“Don’t worry about the sheets, Clark—we have lots and lots of sheets.” He slid his cheek over Clark’s erection. “You cheated me before, let me--” he licked a broad, hot stripe up Clark’s cock, making him tremble. “Do you remember, the first time?” he asked and rolled his tongue over the crown. Lex’s mouth on his cock was warm, his head pillowed on his thigh was warm, and Clark groaned, “Yes. Yes, I remember.”

He remembered Lex showing him how beautiful he was and the first time he’d ever gotten fucked and the first time he’d made love to the person he was meant to be with for all his life.

Lex drew his lips Clark’s flexing shaft and told Clark what he’d told him then. “Your dick is beautiful, perfect, your body, everything about you…” he mouthed the length a little firmer, more purposefully, and Clark shuddered, and whimpered. Lex kissed the tip of his cock, licked around the crown, fisted his cock and moved his hand up, and down, and Clark found his hips rising to met his movements and when Lex’s fingers reached under his balls he shivered all over, goose bumps rising, because he was back in that moment, years ago, the first time…Lex’s thumb in him and his hand over that—that ridge and making him come so hard he cried…

And here they were, ten years later and Lex hissed into his ear, like he did that day, “Who else fucked you Clark—who else?”

Clark arched, pulled Lex up his body and twisted under him, until his cock was nudging his hole.

“No one—no one—just you.”

“I don’t believe you.” Lex groaned against his chest, “I don’t believe you.”

“Lex, god, believe me—I’ve only ever been yours, you own me, you always have.”

Lex pushed in and shuddered. He sawed in and out, slow, then fast, hard; and then, so gentle it made Clark grind his teeth and struggle to keep from screaming at him to move harder, faster. He caught Lex’s eyes and moaned, “You know you own me.”

Lex groaned through clenched teeth and laughed, “Fuck that, Clark—I belong to *you*, you marked me, you *ruined* me for any one else on this planet.”

Clark felt Lex’s cock swell, jerk--it felt huge and hot inside him—Lex froze and with a shudder that worked right down to the head of his cock he came again, and Clark came with him, a hot flood that splashed between the both of them, marked the both of them….


*****
The room was dark, and warm and felt cottony all over him. He snuggled closer to smooth back pushed against him. Lex’s ass was pressed against his crotch and he sighed. Felt good. He could sniff him and lick him all he wanted, and *that* felt good.

“I’m serious,” his soft voice startled Clark—he’d thought for sure he was deeply asleep. “What I said before, I meant it. I can’t go through anything like that again.”

Clark held Lex a little tighter. “I made a choice, okay? The first time, it wasn’t so much a choice as desperation--”

Lex huffed, but Clark went on, “It was—I was scared and desperate and you took my hand and made it safe for me. Back then, I was a kid. Now…I choose you, and all of you, everything. I love you.”

Lex was quiet; Clark felt his heart beat steadily against the palm he held to his chest.

“Um. I understand. Good. All right, Clark. We’re at square one again.”

“No, not really. You and I both know there are changes…we’re different people, both of us. We need to get to know each other all over again.”

“Right…first, you need to get rid of *all* those numbers. And we need to be seen in public together, we need to…”

Clark lay in the dark, grinning, listening to the wheels of the Luthor machine begin to turn. No doubt Lex would make this a public relations triumph…he ran his fingers over interesting places and listened to Lex stutter slightly—could he make him lose his train of thought all together? He licked the back of his head, and Lex shivered.

“If you keep that up, I’m really going to have to fuck you again.”

“See? You’re not the only one with a plan,” he whispered against Lex’s shoulder.

TBC!

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