Possession is Nine-Tenths of the Law

The penthouse was dark when he let himself in.

The benefit had been interminably boring. Lex made himself a drink and stood on the balcony for a few minutes to unwind, staring at the equally mundane night sky.

Though he doubted Clark would agree.

The wind picked up slightly and Lex closed his eyes, extending his arms so the breeze ruffled his clothes and cooled his skin. When his drink was finished, he walked to the closet and, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, rubbed the lipstick stain on his collar. Lex smiled to himself and watched the reflection of the balcony behind him as he shrugged off his dinner jacket.

The one highlight of the evening, seeing Victoria again, had been quite a scene. The way she shamelessly threw herself at him—

--Lex saw the blur of movement land on the balcony and streak toward him before his jacket hit the floor—

-- just earned her another chance at getting back in his good graces.

Clark stopped just short of bowling Lex over and the air in the room swirled like a vortex around them. Everything shook from the force of his entry and then stilled in a blink of an eye.

And that fast, Lex was hard.

“How was the party?” Clark snarled, hardly concealing the raw emotion in fiery eyes.

But he didn’t have to anymore. Lex knew all his secrets, even those that were still alien to Clark.

He turned and met Clark’s gaze defiantly. “You tell me.”

The first time Lex saw Clark break, when the naïve farm boy shattered and uncovered this beautiful creature, Lex’s undignified response was coming in his pants like a damn adolescent.

“Lex,” Clark growled, tearing Lex’s shirt in two. He ran his hands over Lex’s bare chest, roughly tweaking the pink nubs. Kissing Lex then, Clark swallowed the startled yelp and used the opportunity to slip past any defenses and plunder deep into his mouth.

Lex barely had a grasp on Clark’s shoulder for balance before Clark was yanking Lex’s pants open, the sharp rip of fabric barely audible over their panting breath. Talented fingers firmly, expertly, stroked his dick.

“Clark--”

Clark bit his neck in response. When Lex groaned and tipped his head for better access, Clark rewarded him with another nip on his ear. “You didn’t think I’d smell her?” he rumbled, the deep tenor vibrating against Lex’s skin.

Lex had counted on it; deliberately fueling Clark’s jealousy to bring him home again, no matter what misfortune befell some poor bum on the street in the meantime.

Clark was still his --

--tapping that basic primal connection once again took him by surprise—

He came blindingly hard in Clark’s fist.

When the convulsions stopped and Lex melted against the other man, wet fingers smeared Lex’s lips before Clark licked them, plunging deeper for a moment to extend the bitter kiss. “Gonna fuck you now,” he murmured, wiping his fingers off on Lex’s tattered shirt.

He hoisted Lex’s boneless form over his shoulder and carried him to the bed.

***

Lex was on his belly, spread out on his bed for Clark to devour. The clever alien tongue cleaved him open like a steel spike wrapped in silk and he reached back, cruelly wrenching at a fistful of Clark’s hair. Desperate from too much sensation, he was unable to decide if he should pull Clark closer or push him away.

Clark bucked up, a resounding crack on Lex’s ass filling the air.

“Bastard!” Lex howled.

But he didn’t let go as Clark twisted him around on his side. Clark’s dick was pressed against his ass, hot hard sensation finally making Lex flex, fingers skittering loose until they scratched at Clark’s neck. Hard enough to make a human bleed, but it only managed to tear Lex’s nails.

“Fuck you,” Lex snarled. “Fuck me!”

Clark’s arm came around under Lex’s shoulder and pinned both of Lex’s arms against his own body. He nuzzled Lex’s smooth scalp as his other arm moved Lex’s top leg forward so he was open and ready. When lube slicked fingers teased Lex’s hole, coaxing him to relax as they pushed inside and stretched him, Lex cursed at Clark again, impatiently bucking back and screwing himself harder.

Clark pulled his fingers out, tightening his grip on Lex to hold him in place as he aimed his cock for the small opening. “You’re going to regret that,” he warned blithely and Lex knew that was a serious understatement before the first hard push.

The preparation was too fast and careless and Clark was too well-endowed for him to even pretend he wasn’t being split in two. Lex yelled for Clark to stop, his body breaking out in a cold sweat and shaking from the violent intrusion.

Clark nudged them over a bit more, pinning Lex underneath him and rubbing Lex’s deflated dick against the sheets, gently rocking him. Not into him, just to soothe him. Big hands, soft lips, and dirty words all made him burn again, rubbing himself all over soft sheets and hard skin.

“Good… so good,” Clark groaned, pulling out a little and plowing back in, so deep, but Lex felt himself open for it.

“More,” he groaned, knowing Clark was still holding back. “All of it.”

“No,” Clark bleated, refusing to truly hurt him. A sharp twist of his hips took the sting out of the disappointment though and jagged pleasure cut through Lex. Clark fucked him as hard as Lex could take it, still holding back and making Lex pay for it with crushing bruises on his hips and ribs.

Lex couldn’t get any good leverage, still pinned on his belly, but he squirmed in time with Clark’s thrusts, pumping his dick against the mattress until it was raw. Teetering on the edge of madness again, he wiggled his hips to direct the right pressure there, deep inside, there, until the sweet release wracked his body.

Clark pulled out, flipping his dazed lover over onto his back and pushed back into the slick convulsing heat. Lex thrashed against him, protesting the agonizing overload of sensation, but all he really managed was to uselessly beat his heels on Clark’s back as he was used to the end.

“Lex,” Clark moaned, thrusting again and again, “oh, god…” He buried his face in Lex’s neck, riding out his own orgasm in Lex’s arms.

***

Lex woke up alone the next morning, the usual hastily scrawled note on the nightstand.

An apology.

A promise.

Lex crumpled it up, knowing Clark heard.

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