Deal Part 6B
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roxyDeal Part 6B
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:5
pairing: Clark/Lex/Adam
Finished. The End. All she wrote, as the saying goes. It managed to suck every drop of blood out of me, and render my brain smooth as a billiard ball, but it's done. It ended up going really, really...weird, but I really hope you guys had a good time reading it.
You guys are the best, you really are. I love you so much for reading, for your really great and thoughtful comments! You motivated me and gave me the guts to continue. Like I say--I'm a truly lucky bitch! *GRIN*
So...
NO.
No. No.
Something woke painfully, scrambled up from a hole inside of him.
No.
Put him together—now--or you’ll die. We’ll die.
He laughed. “Lex, Lex, Lex. Nothing can hurt us.”
Except us. You will wish you’d died every day for an eternity. Bring him back.
Pain was escalating— Lex was making him hurt. “You don’t understand. I’m going to fix everything. Make it better. Cleaner. Make it good. I told you that--”
Bring him back now!
A savage lance of pain streaked through him, and he flailed outwards, gathered in…
“…the angels! Awful…Lex—the world—all the people, the hurt…”
“Now, you understand,” he said.
“Yes, god, yes,” Clark gasped. “We have to help/kill/ them all.”
“No! No, we have to kill/ help/ them.”
Pain still coursed through him, and he felt a growing wave of frustration, irritation. This being… “Clark? Killing them *is* helping them,” he explained slowly, patiently. “It won’t hurt. I…promise.”
Clark was still. That was good. Clark understood, finally. He opened his arms, his mind, reached out—and Clark plunged inside. come home. come back!
He felt an answering surge inside himself, fought it, fought Clark, fought the agony Clark caused, the pain ripping through him as Clark searched for—some thing. please come back, we need you.
An alien emotion rose like a flame in his chest--hope flared, sputtered like wind-blown candles. let it go, please. come back home.
Another twist and agony speared him and memories flooded his mind. He groaned and a fable Lex had read as a child sprang to mind…the Snow Queen.
yes, yes, Clark said, and bodies existed again, veins pumped blood and lungs filled again, Clark twisted and yanked and pulled and Lex danced like a puppet, felt the rooftop under his feet again, felt gravel spraying as he whirled and stumbled in Clark’s grip. Breath spread warm over the icy skin of his cheek and he heard let me melt the ice, brother, and there was the hot press of soft lips…. and the Angels were gone, the Perfect black dissolved into the roaring blue sky
Lex felt the other in him, felt it like a flood of fire and ice, like an explosion…felt the world tilt and waver—and he knew.
“Take it back,” Lex yelled. “Take it back.” The other grew, struggled to push Clark out, struggled to push him out of his own skin… “Take it back, I don’t want it--” flame raced over his skin, licked his nerves. His face twisted in pain, and—
It was quiet, calm. Just out of his reach, in the center of all, the Things hummed, spun webs and cast countless threads across every universe, wove them together through the thing inside all things and Lex cried. “I give it back.”
He closed his hands; bright flares danced across his shoulders, and down his arms, knocked Clark away to the ground. “I give it back.” With a explosive crack, he became the center of a roiling ball of energy, energy that roared off into the night and
Oh god, he was alone, alone, empty…he fell miles and miles and miles to the rooftop.
******
Clark woke slowly…every part of him aching and a vague memory of…of…angels, so…awesome…beautiful, all gold and snow white wings stretching for miles, singing for eternity in voices so sweet…the sound melted away like snow through his fingers as he tried to reach for it. It had been beautiful. He was sure of it…a little frown creased his forehead. all he had was a rapidly fading sense of awful…beauty.
He rolled to his back and sat up. Looked across the roof. Where was Lex? He felt him, but couldn’t see him.
He turned to look behind him and jerked in surprise—in the shadow of the smokestacks and ductwork, a stranger sat cross-legged, his upper body slumped forward so that his head rested on his hands and long black hair swept his arms. Clark looked harder—he had the weirdest impression steam was rising from the man’s bare back.
Clark staggered to his feet, towards the stranger, calling for Lex, and Adam burst into his thoughts like an explosion. WHERE IS HE? WHAT HAPPENED?
The stranger across from him slid sideways out of the shadows and stronger light turned the black hair red.
Shit. Oh…shit. Clark was across the short distance, down on his knees and cradling him.
WHAT? WHAT’S WRONG, CLARK?
Oh Adam…you’re not going to believe this….
******
Warmth--real warmth--touched him, grew and grew, and he raised his head from Clark’s lap and smiled up at him.
“Lex…”
“Clark.”
“Are you—is everything—all right?” Clark stopped, shocked. “I can feel you; I can still hear you inside my head—are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Clark. Finally, really, I’m fine.”
Clark stroked the soft curve of Lex’s cheek and sighed. “Adam’s waiting. Let me take you home, Lex.”
“Please,” Lex said.
Clark helped Lex to his feet and they watched the sun rise in the sky, pale gold morning light flaring over the towers of the city. Clark took a breath and started to speak, “Lex…there’s something I need to ask you…”
“‘Clark—there’s something I have to tell you--” They stopped together, and Lex raised an eyebrow, waved Clark on. Clark hesitated, and swallowed, asked, “Did you throw *all* of it back?”
Lex tilted his head at Clark, and smirked. He drew a fingertip down Clark’s cheek, and grinned when Clark shivered at the press of the finger on his lip. “Clark, Clark, Clark…what do you think?” He raised a hand to sweep over his head and stopped in wide-eyed shock. “Oh…shi…”
Clark blushed hard. He pulled a few long strands through his fingers; rubbed them briefly before letting them slip free. “I like it.”
Lex grinned. “Yeah? We’ll talk about *that* later.”
Behind them a bit of dust whirled up from the rooftop, whirled and solidified until a brick colored top spun in the gravel, throwing off sparks before wobbling to a stop and collapsing, brick dust blowing away in the light breeze.
******
Part 6C
“Hey, Joe—can you pull those chairs over to the common room for the session tonight?” Steven called out on his way through the room.
“Sure, I was just getting to that. Munchkin stopped me—you know how she likes to talk…”
“Tell her to do her talking in the kitchen. God, I swear, she’s the laziest person in the world.”
Joe grinned and pushed the hair that always managed to slip out of the tie, behind his ears. He grabbed a few folding chairs and crossed the small hallway separating the living area from the dining room and common room. He heard a couple of the kids getting excited, loud. He sighed when he heard cursing, and leaned the chairs against the wall and walked back into the living room. Various bits and pieces of sturdy furniture were covered with teens, all of them focused on a news broadcast. He leaned against the doorjamb, and called out over the noise, “Hey—watch the language, okay?”
“Mr. Joe, look, it’s Darknight—Superman—Sorry—wasn’t me—Jamie won’t shut the fuck up—oops--” several voices rang out at once and Joe shook his head. On the television screen, a red and blue clad figure swooped out of the sky, grabbed someone dressed in a black and silver suit from the street and threw him up into the sky. The camera followed him as he swung out of range on a line. The brightly dressed man, flying under his own power, rolled and waved before also disappearing out of camera range.
Steven came up behind him. “Oh, those guys again—dynamic duo my ass. More like grand-standing show-off vigilantes. With really bad fashion sense.” He frowned in a way that, with his delicate bone structure, Joe thought was rather cute.
“I have to agree with you, Steven, those guys are driven by an over inflate sense of importance.”
Another counselor strolled up and punched Joe lightly in the shoulder. “Hey, don’t bad mouth Superman around me-- Supes and Darknight tackle the scum the cops can’t be bothered with. Suicide Slum would live up to it’s name more often without those guys, you know it.”
Steven sniffed. “I guess. But the real heroes are guys like Joe here, and you, and Adam Knight and--”
Marv, the other counselor, chimed in, “Lex Luthor, the guy the place is named after—we’ve heard it a million times.”
Joe nodded. “Really, Steve, you’re sort of fixated on the late Mr. Luthor. He wasn’t all that great.”
“Hey, without him I’d be dead.” Steven snapped. “And without Adam Knight funding these shelters, a lot of these kids would be…well, they’d have less hope of a future.”
Joe smiled, and one of the new kids came wandering in from the kitchen. “Hey, Mr. Tyr, your friend Mr. Kent is here.”
A couple of the kids made smacking noises, and Joe blushed and made shushing motions. He looked to the doorway at the sound of an amused little cough, and Clark stood there.
He was smiling, and Clark smiling never failed to make Joe smile too. His slightly baggy, too big suit jacket sat awkwardly on his shoulders; big tortoiseshell frames masked the beautiful green eyes. He still had his laptop bag slung over his shoulder, and Joe grinned. He’d come straight from work to pick him up. Great. Hopefully, Adam was home too. It wasn’t often they ate dinner together anymore….
“Hey, Joe, ready to go home?”
Joe glanced at Steven and he nodded, a shy smile lighting up his thin intense face as he caught sight of Clark. “Go, go. See you tomorrow, bright and early, right?”
“Of course—am I ever late?”
Steven grinned, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” That earned him a raised eyebrow from Joe and a wink from Clark.
The two men walked down the wide steps of the brownstone, Clark stopped at the small plaque next to the doorway. ‘Lex Luthor House’. Do you ever miss it, ‘Joe’?
“Not for one fucking minute, Clark,” Lex said. “Not for one fucking minute.”
*****
The End
Lex lay back on the couch, legs wide and cradling Clark’s head in his lap as his hot tongue swept long lingering licks up his shaft, Clark’s fingers stroked little circles over the smooth skin of his stomach and tickled and teased over his balls. They slid up and twisted again and again in the ginger curls his dick rose out of. Lex touched there too, running his fingers under Clark’s and cupping his own balls—still fascinated by the feel of hair on his own body.
Lex echoed the moans Clark whispered against his skin in between licks, as Adam nibbled and kissed around Clark’s hole. He trailed small bites up and down Clark’s cleft and Lex shuddered. Clark groaned and moved back against Adam’s twisting tongue, letting Lex’s dick slide out of his mouth, and forward to catch it again as it lashed upwards. Lex fucked his mouth slowly, and Clark was moaning, sucking harder, and Lex was gasping, torn between watching Adam, and watching Clark’s red, red lips wrap around him, the corners stretch as he tried to get more of Lex in his mouth. Lex felt heat gathering in him, building like a star about to nova….
Adam sat back and pushed saliva slick fingers into Clark--jamming them in quick and deep because Clark liked it like that. Inside him was smooth and hot and tight. He loved the way Clark flexed around his fingers, tightening, releasing him reluctantly as he pulled his fingers back. In again, and he crooked them forward, hitting a spot inside Clark that sent a warm electric shock jangling through the both of them as Clark passed the feeling on. He felt his balls tighten, felt tingling heat run from his ass to his gut to his dick…he worked his way up, licking around his fingers, dragging open mouth kisses over Clark’s ass, staring into Lex’s eyes the while. “I’m going to make you come so hard,” he promised, and skewered Clark again, and again….
Lex felt an echo, a ghost of feeling from Adam —triumph, arousal…Clark came through much clearer, his sudden bolt of pleasure as Adam fucked his fingers into him stabbing through the both of them. The confusion of feeling and sensation made Lex’s dick jerk and drool and when Clark swallowed the little spurts that rolled over his tongue, Lex felt, and tasted it, too.
It was too much--Lex cursed, pushed Clark back and stood, “Turn, Clark,” and Clark pulled away from Adam and bent, exposing himself to Lex. Lex eased into the softened, open hole, and Clark pushed Adam flat, took Adam’s dick in his mouth instead. He jerked himself and let Adam fuck his mouth, let Lex fuck him—and opened himself to the two of them. Clark was a conduit between them; the flash of impending orgasm grew, circled, and grew until in a rush Adam cried out and came, lifting his hips to Clark, thick warm fluid filled Clark’s mouth and Lex groaned as a faint taste of saltmushroombleach unique to Adam washed over his tongue—again as the tight wet heat of Clark clamped around him, his muscles clenching and milking an orgasm from him. Red stars bloomed against the black as he squeezed his eyes tight, and rode the rush Clark pulled him into, and at the same time drifted with Adam, loose-limbed and sated.
“Love you,” he heard and felt Clark’s complete ecstasy at being fucked before he gently shut Lex out. He could feel Clark’s pleasure, but from a protective distance. Penetration…still tended to bring an edge of fear, pain, but it was getting better, all the time. He rolled to his back, pressed between Clark and Adam and sighed in satisfaction. In a way, he’d come full circle. He was still wrapped up in the two people he loved most. Only now, he had everything he’d ever wanted. He had Clark, he had Adam, and the means to help, the way he always had wanted to—though perhaps in a more dramatic fashion than he’d ever imagined.
Somewhere in the desert, Alexander Joseph Luthor had died. Joseph Tyr was alive, and maybe…an entirely new being. He was certainly more than Lex had been, and worlds and worlds less than…what had walked out of the desert and for that he was eternally grateful. Outside of this world they’d built for themselves, storms might be raging, the wolf howling at the door, but it was okay. The deal he’d struck with the universe to gain this was the best he’d ever made.
10-18-2006
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:5
pairing: Clark/Lex/Adam
Finished. The End. All she wrote, as the saying goes. It managed to suck every drop of blood out of me, and render my brain smooth as a billiard ball, but it's done. It ended up going really, really...weird, but I really hope you guys had a good time reading it.
You guys are the best, you really are. I love you so much for reading, for your really great and thoughtful comments! You motivated me and gave me the guts to continue. Like I say--I'm a truly lucky bitch! *GRIN*
So...
NO.
No. No.
Something woke painfully, scrambled up from a hole inside of him.
No.
Put him together—now--or you’ll die. We’ll die.
He laughed. “Lex, Lex, Lex. Nothing can hurt us.”
Except us. You will wish you’d died every day for an eternity. Bring him back.
Pain was escalating— Lex was making him hurt. “You don’t understand. I’m going to fix everything. Make it better. Cleaner. Make it good. I told you that--”
Bring him back now!
A savage lance of pain streaked through him, and he flailed outwards, gathered in…
“…the angels! Awful…Lex—the world—all the people, the hurt…”
“Now, you understand,” he said.
“Yes, god, yes,” Clark gasped. “We have to help/kill/ them all.”
“No! No, we have to kill/ help/ them.”
Pain still coursed through him, and he felt a growing wave of frustration, irritation. This being… “Clark? Killing them *is* helping them,” he explained slowly, patiently. “It won’t hurt. I…promise.”
Clark was still. That was good. Clark understood, finally. He opened his arms, his mind, reached out—and Clark plunged inside. come home. come back!
He felt an answering surge inside himself, fought it, fought Clark, fought the agony Clark caused, the pain ripping through him as Clark searched for—some thing. please come back, we need you.
An alien emotion rose like a flame in his chest--hope flared, sputtered like wind-blown candles. let it go, please. come back home.
Another twist and agony speared him and memories flooded his mind. He groaned and a fable Lex had read as a child sprang to mind…the Snow Queen.
yes, yes, Clark said, and bodies existed again, veins pumped blood and lungs filled again, Clark twisted and yanked and pulled and Lex danced like a puppet, felt the rooftop under his feet again, felt gravel spraying as he whirled and stumbled in Clark’s grip. Breath spread warm over the icy skin of his cheek and he heard let me melt the ice, brother, and there was the hot press of soft lips…. and the Angels were gone, the Perfect black dissolved into the roaring blue sky
Lex felt the other in him, felt it like a flood of fire and ice, like an explosion…felt the world tilt and waver—and he knew.
“Take it back,” Lex yelled. “Take it back.” The other grew, struggled to push Clark out, struggled to push him out of his own skin… “Take it back, I don’t want it--” flame raced over his skin, licked his nerves. His face twisted in pain, and—
It was quiet, calm. Just out of his reach, in the center of all, the Things hummed, spun webs and cast countless threads across every universe, wove them together through the thing inside all things and Lex cried. “I give it back.”
He closed his hands; bright flares danced across his shoulders, and down his arms, knocked Clark away to the ground. “I give it back.” With a explosive crack, he became the center of a roiling ball of energy, energy that roared off into the night and
Oh god, he was alone, alone, empty…he fell miles and miles and miles to the rooftop.
******
Clark woke slowly…every part of him aching and a vague memory of…of…angels, so…awesome…beautiful, all gold and snow white wings stretching for miles, singing for eternity in voices so sweet…the sound melted away like snow through his fingers as he tried to reach for it. It had been beautiful. He was sure of it…a little frown creased his forehead. all he had was a rapidly fading sense of awful…beauty.
He rolled to his back and sat up. Looked across the roof. Where was Lex? He felt him, but couldn’t see him.
He turned to look behind him and jerked in surprise—in the shadow of the smokestacks and ductwork, a stranger sat cross-legged, his upper body slumped forward so that his head rested on his hands and long black hair swept his arms. Clark looked harder—he had the weirdest impression steam was rising from the man’s bare back.
Clark staggered to his feet, towards the stranger, calling for Lex, and Adam burst into his thoughts like an explosion. WHERE IS HE? WHAT HAPPENED?
The stranger across from him slid sideways out of the shadows and stronger light turned the black hair red.
Shit. Oh…shit. Clark was across the short distance, down on his knees and cradling him.
WHAT? WHAT’S WRONG, CLARK?
Oh Adam…you’re not going to believe this….
******
Warmth--real warmth--touched him, grew and grew, and he raised his head from Clark’s lap and smiled up at him.
“Lex…”
“Clark.”
“Are you—is everything—all right?” Clark stopped, shocked. “I can feel you; I can still hear you inside my head—are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Clark. Finally, really, I’m fine.”
Clark stroked the soft curve of Lex’s cheek and sighed. “Adam’s waiting. Let me take you home, Lex.”
“Please,” Lex said.
Clark helped Lex to his feet and they watched the sun rise in the sky, pale gold morning light flaring over the towers of the city. Clark took a breath and started to speak, “Lex…there’s something I need to ask you…”
“‘Clark—there’s something I have to tell you--” They stopped together, and Lex raised an eyebrow, waved Clark on. Clark hesitated, and swallowed, asked, “Did you throw *all* of it back?”
Lex tilted his head at Clark, and smirked. He drew a fingertip down Clark’s cheek, and grinned when Clark shivered at the press of the finger on his lip. “Clark, Clark, Clark…what do you think?” He raised a hand to sweep over his head and stopped in wide-eyed shock. “Oh…shi…”
Clark blushed hard. He pulled a few long strands through his fingers; rubbed them briefly before letting them slip free. “I like it.”
Lex grinned. “Yeah? We’ll talk about *that* later.”
Behind them a bit of dust whirled up from the rooftop, whirled and solidified until a brick colored top spun in the gravel, throwing off sparks before wobbling to a stop and collapsing, brick dust blowing away in the light breeze.
******
Part 6C
“Hey, Joe—can you pull those chairs over to the common room for the session tonight?” Steven called out on his way through the room.
“Sure, I was just getting to that. Munchkin stopped me—you know how she likes to talk…”
“Tell her to do her talking in the kitchen. God, I swear, she’s the laziest person in the world.”
Joe grinned and pushed the hair that always managed to slip out of the tie, behind his ears. He grabbed a few folding chairs and crossed the small hallway separating the living area from the dining room and common room. He heard a couple of the kids getting excited, loud. He sighed when he heard cursing, and leaned the chairs against the wall and walked back into the living room. Various bits and pieces of sturdy furniture were covered with teens, all of them focused on a news broadcast. He leaned against the doorjamb, and called out over the noise, “Hey—watch the language, okay?”
“Mr. Joe, look, it’s Darknight—Superman—Sorry—wasn’t me—Jamie won’t shut the fuck up—oops--” several voices rang out at once and Joe shook his head. On the television screen, a red and blue clad figure swooped out of the sky, grabbed someone dressed in a black and silver suit from the street and threw him up into the sky. The camera followed him as he swung out of range on a line. The brightly dressed man, flying under his own power, rolled and waved before also disappearing out of camera range.
Steven came up behind him. “Oh, those guys again—dynamic duo my ass. More like grand-standing show-off vigilantes. With really bad fashion sense.” He frowned in a way that, with his delicate bone structure, Joe thought was rather cute.
“I have to agree with you, Steven, those guys are driven by an over inflate sense of importance.”
Another counselor strolled up and punched Joe lightly in the shoulder. “Hey, don’t bad mouth Superman around me-- Supes and Darknight tackle the scum the cops can’t be bothered with. Suicide Slum would live up to it’s name more often without those guys, you know it.”
Steven sniffed. “I guess. But the real heroes are guys like Joe here, and you, and Adam Knight and--”
Marv, the other counselor, chimed in, “Lex Luthor, the guy the place is named after—we’ve heard it a million times.”
Joe nodded. “Really, Steve, you’re sort of fixated on the late Mr. Luthor. He wasn’t all that great.”
“Hey, without him I’d be dead.” Steven snapped. “And without Adam Knight funding these shelters, a lot of these kids would be…well, they’d have less hope of a future.”
Joe smiled, and one of the new kids came wandering in from the kitchen. “Hey, Mr. Tyr, your friend Mr. Kent is here.”
A couple of the kids made smacking noises, and Joe blushed and made shushing motions. He looked to the doorway at the sound of an amused little cough, and Clark stood there.
He was smiling, and Clark smiling never failed to make Joe smile too. His slightly baggy, too big suit jacket sat awkwardly on his shoulders; big tortoiseshell frames masked the beautiful green eyes. He still had his laptop bag slung over his shoulder, and Joe grinned. He’d come straight from work to pick him up. Great. Hopefully, Adam was home too. It wasn’t often they ate dinner together anymore….
“Hey, Joe, ready to go home?”
Joe glanced at Steven and he nodded, a shy smile lighting up his thin intense face as he caught sight of Clark. “Go, go. See you tomorrow, bright and early, right?”
“Of course—am I ever late?”
Steven grinned, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” That earned him a raised eyebrow from Joe and a wink from Clark.
The two men walked down the wide steps of the brownstone, Clark stopped at the small plaque next to the doorway. ‘Lex Luthor House’. Do you ever miss it, ‘Joe’?
“Not for one fucking minute, Clark,” Lex said. “Not for one fucking minute.”
*****
The End
Lex lay back on the couch, legs wide and cradling Clark’s head in his lap as his hot tongue swept long lingering licks up his shaft, Clark’s fingers stroked little circles over the smooth skin of his stomach and tickled and teased over his balls. They slid up and twisted again and again in the ginger curls his dick rose out of. Lex touched there too, running his fingers under Clark’s and cupping his own balls—still fascinated by the feel of hair on his own body.
Lex echoed the moans Clark whispered against his skin in between licks, as Adam nibbled and kissed around Clark’s hole. He trailed small bites up and down Clark’s cleft and Lex shuddered. Clark groaned and moved back against Adam’s twisting tongue, letting Lex’s dick slide out of his mouth, and forward to catch it again as it lashed upwards. Lex fucked his mouth slowly, and Clark was moaning, sucking harder, and Lex was gasping, torn between watching Adam, and watching Clark’s red, red lips wrap around him, the corners stretch as he tried to get more of Lex in his mouth. Lex felt heat gathering in him, building like a star about to nova….
Adam sat back and pushed saliva slick fingers into Clark--jamming them in quick and deep because Clark liked it like that. Inside him was smooth and hot and tight. He loved the way Clark flexed around his fingers, tightening, releasing him reluctantly as he pulled his fingers back. In again, and he crooked them forward, hitting a spot inside Clark that sent a warm electric shock jangling through the both of them as Clark passed the feeling on. He felt his balls tighten, felt tingling heat run from his ass to his gut to his dick…he worked his way up, licking around his fingers, dragging open mouth kisses over Clark’s ass, staring into Lex’s eyes the while. “I’m going to make you come so hard,” he promised, and skewered Clark again, and again….
Lex felt an echo, a ghost of feeling from Adam —triumph, arousal…Clark came through much clearer, his sudden bolt of pleasure as Adam fucked his fingers into him stabbing through the both of them. The confusion of feeling and sensation made Lex’s dick jerk and drool and when Clark swallowed the little spurts that rolled over his tongue, Lex felt, and tasted it, too.
It was too much--Lex cursed, pushed Clark back and stood, “Turn, Clark,” and Clark pulled away from Adam and bent, exposing himself to Lex. Lex eased into the softened, open hole, and Clark pushed Adam flat, took Adam’s dick in his mouth instead. He jerked himself and let Adam fuck his mouth, let Lex fuck him—and opened himself to the two of them. Clark was a conduit between them; the flash of impending orgasm grew, circled, and grew until in a rush Adam cried out and came, lifting his hips to Clark, thick warm fluid filled Clark’s mouth and Lex groaned as a faint taste of saltmushroombleach unique to Adam washed over his tongue—again as the tight wet heat of Clark clamped around him, his muscles clenching and milking an orgasm from him. Red stars bloomed against the black as he squeezed his eyes tight, and rode the rush Clark pulled him into, and at the same time drifted with Adam, loose-limbed and sated.
“Love you,” he heard and felt Clark’s complete ecstasy at being fucked before he gently shut Lex out. He could feel Clark’s pleasure, but from a protective distance. Penetration…still tended to bring an edge of fear, pain, but it was getting better, all the time. He rolled to his back, pressed between Clark and Adam and sighed in satisfaction. In a way, he’d come full circle. He was still wrapped up in the two people he loved most. Only now, he had everything he’d ever wanted. He had Clark, he had Adam, and the means to help, the way he always had wanted to—though perhaps in a more dramatic fashion than he’d ever imagined.
Somewhere in the desert, Alexander Joseph Luthor had died. Joseph Tyr was alive, and maybe…an entirely new being. He was certainly more than Lex had been, and worlds and worlds less than…what had walked out of the desert and for that he was eternally grateful. Outside of this world they’d built for themselves, storms might be raging, the wolf howling at the door, but it was okay. The deal he’d struck with the universe to gain this was the best he’d ever made.
10-18-2006
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