roxy. sv fic post: All Yours part 5/5

Title: All Yours
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)

Part 5 of 5
Herer's the end of All Yours. Any boo-boos remaining are my fault, and not the hard working

jakar's at all. :) Thank you, my dear!

"Clark," Lex panted. "Let me tie you up."

"No."

"No? That's it? But Clark, I paid…a lot." Lex knew it wasn't a *lot* lot--not for his set--but still, it was a lot more than the couple of hundred he'd expected, and in hindsight, that had been a remarkably stupid assumption, considering the acres of pure sex spread out over his sheets….

Clark rolled his eyes and waved off Lex's perfectly reasonable expectations. "So? Haven't we established that you paid for my *time*, not for ownership? I don’t do tying up—I don't do tying *me* up. Believe me, Lex, we can do very, very inventive things that don't involve bondage."

Lex was in no way distracted by the wicked, evil--*really* evil--smile Clark trained on him. Lex knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was…all of Clark, right down to his each and every individual cell. "But, Clark, it's not really bondage; I just want to tie your hands and…I want you to put yourself in *my* hands. Just for a little bit. You know I won’t hurt you."

"That's not…I'm not worried about that." Clark's eyebrows drew together in that way Lex had already come to think of as simultaneously adorable and frightening. "I just can't, Lex. Trust me--I can't."

"Clarrrrrk…" Lex drawled, and let his fingers walk down Clark's body. "Come on. Humor me." He opened his eyes in a wide, sincere way that he knew could occasionally be pretty darn effective. He pushed his lower lip out a bit, too. Couldn't hurt.

"Lex, no. I don't do that, ever. Stop pouting--that doesn't work on me. It really doesn't…oh, God."

Lex climbed up the bed and whispered in Clark's ear, "Okay, no tying...just hold on to the headboard, then. Pretend."

"What…."

"Come on, you've done that before, right?" Lex thought back on what Clark had told him, and bit the inside of his cheek.

Clark shook his head slowly, eyes large and a little…Lex could swear he looked a little frightened. Of Lex? Lex blinked in surprise. Clark said, "Pretend? I'm not sure." He eyed the metal frame, and Lex laughed.

"It'll be fine. It's solid," he smirked, but Clark gave him the oddest look. "Just hold on to the frame, and don't let go until I tell you."

Clark's eyes flared. "Oh, oh…I. All right."

"Yeah? Good. Kneel up here and hold on to the headboard…."

He leaned over and spoke again into Clark's ear, his tongue tracing the shell. "Remember. Don't. Let. Go."

Clark licked his lips and nodded, wrapping his hands around the top tube of the metal headboard. Lex fussily arranged Clark the way it suited him, nudging and tugging at him until he was posed with his arms straight out and his knees apart.

"There you go. Can you hold that position for a while?"

Clark gave Lex a smug look. "Yes, Lex, I can hold it for a while."

Lex smiled. He planned to wipe that look off Clark's face, starting now. He came up behind Clark, leaned until an electric feeling washed over him, crackling between the two of them—they weren't quite touching, but Lex felt as if his *skin* was yearning towards Clark.

Clark gasped, "Lex…I feel you, like…like we're…magnetic."

"That's exactly it, Clark," he murmured. "We are drawn to each other. Kismet." Lex breathed in, steadying his breath, steadying his hand. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he reached out and…touched.

Clark jumped. "Ow! I mean—not ow--I—I don’t know what I mean."

"Hold on," Lex whispered, spread his hand over Clark's trembling back. "Hold on…."

"I am," Clark said, "I won’t let go, until you tell me to."

Lex bit his lip; felt his dick already beginning to fill. "Good. Good, Clark." He traced downward along the shallow indent of Clark's spine, down until his fingertip rested in a dimple over Clark's perfect ass. "I want to feel you, like you felt me. I want to make you sigh…hell. I want to make you scream. I want you to understand you don’t need anyone else but me—ever again."

"Lex." Clark's tone was full of warning, kindness…regret.

"Oh, no. You'll see, Clark. You'll see." Lex kissed the point where his finger had been, the tip of his tongue barely touching Clark. He reached between his wide spread knees and caressed the velvet-smooth sac, squeezing gently, and then with more pressure, and more, until Clark was squirming, and panting softly against his own arm.

"Lex, Lex, I—" Lex watched muscles ripple as Clark shifted, but never let go of the headboard. "You can do it harder, Lex," he said, almost pleading.

Lex huffed in surprise, frowned a little. He stopped squeezing, and Clark groaned, pushing against him. Lex held him back. "I don't think so, Clark, that's not what I want—"

"It's what *I* want. Don't worry. Really, it's okay."

Lex swallowed hard, feeling a burning in his gut that had nothing to do with arousal. Fucking Bruce. Bruce had a lot to account for, he growled silently. He was going to have a talk with Bruce, and soon. "All right, Clark. Hold on, and—don’t speak unless you really need to. I mean that--when you want me to stop, speak up." Clark met his eyes, gazed at him for a long moment and then nodded wordlessly.

Lex slithered between Clark and the headboard—he winced when the cold metal touched his skin. Clark's mouth opened, but not to speak—his tongue wet his lips, and Lex shocked himself by moaning like a teenage girl. He spread his hands over Clark's chest, thumbs nudging Clark's nipples, and smiled when Clark jerked. "You like that?" Lex watched Clark watch him as he leaned closer, parted lips hovering right over the smooth brown disc--again so close, but not touching.

Lex inhaled noisily, obviously, drinking in the scent of Clark. Looked down and watched Clark's dick filling, half-hard and really beautiful.

"You want me to touch you, don’t you, Clark? You want me to take your nipple, suck on it—maybe bite, hard, until you can’t stay still…play with it until your dick is hard, wet…could you come that way, you think? Are you that sensitive? Maybe not." Clark whimpered and shifted nervously. "Or maybe yes."

Clark's dick was nudging Lex's hip now, and Lex felt it drag a warm, moist trail on the skin. Lex put his mouth over Clark's nipple and felt it quickly harden, pebble up against his tongue. Clark whined, his dick stuttering over Lex's hip. Lex sucked harder, rasped at the tight nub with his teeth, and Clark's stuttering moves became purposeful; he thrust against Lex, rubbing against his stomach. Lex's own dick was hard; Clark's arousal was exciting him.

"Ah, Clark, Clark--" Lex took the neglected nipple in his mouth, chewing on it, pulling, pinching the other until Clark was gasping aloud in time with Lex biting, sucking….

Through a tremendous act of will, Lex pulled away from Clark. "Speak, Clark--tell me what you want."

"Lex! Please, touch me, fuck me, God--let me go—"

"No. Hold on as I told you to, Clark." Lex reached down and slid his hand around Clark's dick, smearing precome onto his palm. He was about to lick it wetter, but held his hand out to Clark, instead, and Clark licked it clean, chased all the taste away from palm, fingers…his tongue worked at Lex's sensitive skin until Lex shivered, moaned….

Clark's arms trembled, and the headboard squeaked. He sobbed. "Fuck me, please."

Lex shook his head, and instead pulled Clark's nipple, hard, harder--as hard as he thought was safe—and then a little more.

Clark howled and threw his head back, his dick slapping wetly against Lex's hip again, and Lex jerked his hand away. Clark was obviously on edge; his eyes were glazed, pupils blown, he was panting…and Lex knew damn well Clark should be screaming. His nipple was red, hot, swollen…but not in any way that looked other than teased, loved. Maybe…maybe this thing with Clark wasn't due to Bruce….

Clark seemed to be swimming up to the surface from a long, deep way away. "Lex," he moaned, "don't think now. Later—I'll tell you later--just now, *please*."

Lex nodded. "Right, right…let me. Let me—" He scooted around behind Clark and found those dimples again, and this time, he pushed his tongue into each shallow depression, took his time, licked, and sucked and marveled at how smooth and warm and well, kind of tasty Clark's skin was. Clark, for his part, squirmed and jerked and breathed hard and--

Lex raised an eyebrow. He recognized the sound of metal being abused; it was a sound he was well acquainted with.

Clark shook his head and almost laughed. Gasped, "Oh, God, don't you ever stop thinking--*please*…."

Lex added that sound to the list of things to be discussed, and fished the lube out from under the sheets. He bathed his fingers in a light coating of the gel, and pressed the tip of one finger into Clark, and smiled to himself when Clark shouted his approval, and continued to press inward as carefully, as slowly, as he could, until his slick wet palm rested against Clark's ass. Lex's dick twitched; he cupped himself, grew in his own grip. "Ah, Clark…."

Pulled his finger out, and pressed another in. Two now, and he twisted them, stretching, pressing, sinking into Clark's heat. He cursed when Clark moaned, "I need more."

More…Lex had four fingers inside Clark, hot, slick--he could feel the tight stretched ring flutter at his hand--and Clark dropped his head, moaning, moaning, and a few scant drops of sweat broke out on the line of his spine, caught Lex's eyes. "Um, Clark…most people are uncomfortable at this—"

"Oh, fuck, Lex, most people—don't notice shit—at this—point—" Clark thrust back, trying to get Lex to move. "No one but you has ever—fuck—noticed a damn thing about me," Clark laughed, breathless and a little wild. "Now, let me move, or I'll ruin your bed. Let me come!"

Lex drawled, "What can I say? I'm a very observant man," and felt proud that his voice barely quavered. He added, "Clark, I'm getting ready to fuck you; are you ready?" And before Clark could answer, drove in until his hips were pressed tight to Clark's ass. It was like seating himself in a volcano.

"Fuck! Oh. Shit." Lex heard a creak that went on and on and Clark was shaking and apologizing and Lex closed his eyes, held himself stock still and thought about disgusting things, thought about his dad….

When he knew he wasn't going to come the second he moved, he let out a long breath and began shallow, teasing thrusts.

"Lex, harder, harder, please, I need more…."

Lex groaned. "You don't bottom, do you? You can't, can you? You have to be…." Lex stopped, for a long drawn-out second he could only shake, and tighten his hold on Clark's hips. Then, deliberately, he curled his fingers into hooks and clawed Clark's hips, his thighs, knowing Clark would like it. Lex shoved in, held still for a few long beats before pulling out, slowly. He didn’t want this to be the fastest fuck he'd had since he was thirteen….

Clark moaned, and cursed so quietly Lex thought at first he was praying. When he did speak, it was with an air of confession. Interesting. "I have to be in control, yes, I have to watch, to be careful—"
"Clark." It should have been frightening. For anyone else, it would have been. Lex…Lex bit his lip and tried not to come on the spot. So much power, under him, begging him, crying for it….

The headboard had been transformed, was now a piece of abstract art, tortured steel squeezed and twisted and curved into a visual scream. Lex wrapped an arm around Clark's waist, threw the other arm around Clark's throat, and fucked him like he was insane, animal, wild--Lex figured, in the morning, he'd be bruised like a prize fighter…. "Now, Clark?"

"Okay, now, right now, now—" Clark arched, reached behind him, and pulled Lex tight. Lex felt Clark's muscles clamp down—felt a spike of fear until he realized; Clark couldn’t hurt him, ever. Clark sighed, surprising Lex, who'd expected him to be loud after…after all that *sound*, but all he did was sigh, and come, and it was almost…sweet. Almost. And hotter than fucking hell. Clark was red from cheeks to ass, and his red, red mouth whispered "Lex…."

It rushed up on Lex like a hot punch to the brain—a wave of orgasm that was so deep and so hard, it hurt to come. He felt heat wash around his dick, saw stars the whole time he came inside Clark--

"Clark." Lex was spread-eagled in the pile of damp and ruined sheets. His hands were clasped over his flat belly; his eyes were tracking invisible trails on the ceiling. "This 'small' town outside of Metropolis that you come from…it is Smallville, isn't it? Because…if it is, I think I understand a lot about you now. We might have a lot in common."

Clark lay starfished on the other side of the bed, the ends of his formerly perfectly coiffed hair curled with sweat, his lips curled in a look of satisfied exhaustion that seemed to surprise him. "Mmm. Maybe. You're being awfully calm about…this. Too calm."

"Oh, believe me, Clark, inside, I'm screaming and running in circles, but—" Lex laughed. "I've been doing that since I was nine years old." He sat up, and kicked Clark in the side. "You still want to come with me, right? Even if I'm moving to Smallville?"

Clark stopped breathing. He gazed at Lex, past Lex, into some place only Clark knew. "Smallville…show up back in Smallville as your pet whore?"

Lex tsked. "So fucking melodramatic. No, you’re showing up in Smallville as my incredibly handsome, incredibly wealthy and well-looked-after lover, Lex Luthor's companion, the one he thinks the sun rises and sets on. We'll drive down whatever their equivalent of Main Street is, and beep the horn and flip everyone off, and then we'll park in their town square, and you can put me on the hood of the car and blow me. What do you think I'll look better on? A convertible or a sedan?"

Clark rolled over and smiled at Lex--the biggest, warmest smile he'd given him yet--and right on the spot, Lex swore his entire life would be dedicated to making Clark look that happy, forever. "Let's have you fuck me over the hood, instead."

"I'll pick a sedan, then." Lex joked. He smiled down at his perfect lover and tried to remember when he'd ever felt as content, and suddenly, like a dash of cold water…"Bruce. What about Bruce?"

"Bruce doesn't—it's not important. It's done. The car's not even in the lot anymore, I'm willing to bet." Clark stretched, laid his head in Lex's lap and wrapped a hand around Lex's thigh, snuggling in like a cat before closing his eyes. "I'm sure Bruce knew I was leaving before I did. I just thought I'd be leaving alone."

Lex nodded, ignoring the fact that Clark couldn't see him do it, and stroked thick, dark, hair away from his face. Bruce wouldn't let Clark go like that unless…unless Bruce was ready to let him go, no matter what abilities Clark had that made him think he could leave Bruce. Or…there was always the possibility that Bruce was setting some kind of plan into action. Lex worried his lip between sharp teeth, thinking….He almost missed what Clark murmured into his skin.

"I'm not ever going to leave you, Lex. Never."

Clark said it with such deep quiet certainty, that it chilled, almost as much as the thought of Clark silently, suddenly leaving him, the way he'd left Bruce. "Never, Clark? That's…that's a long time."

"Not to us, Lex," Clark sighed, sounding so content. Pressed his cheek against Lex's leg and said, "Not to us."

"Clark…Clark…you confuse me, you scare me…and you make me so horny."

Clark turned his head a bit more, and bit the inner side of Lex's thigh. "Liar. If you really felt that way, you’d show me--right now."

"I'm not gifted the way you seem to be, freak. I need a little recovery time." In answer, Clark tilted his head up towards Lex, smirked, and then licked a circle around Lex's dick. "Shit, Clark…really…."

"Oh, all right." Clark sighed, put a giant hand on Lex's stomach and rubbed gently. "I'm so glad I checked to see if you were still alive, Lex. You looked so sad, so empty. I just—I wanted to make it better." He chuckled. "I had this odd desire to keep you—safe. And now, *I* feel safe, safer than I've ever felt. Weird...wonderful. Isn't this the perfect way to end the story?" Clark asked.

Lex smiled. "Oh, trust me, Scheherazade, something tells me our story is just beginning."

~fin~

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tabaqui

Oooooooooooh!
The truth is out!
And yayyayay! Clark and Lex, together!
I luff.

*twirls you*

Yay!
:)

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