Taste of Red

by Anonymous

Summary:

Lex looks beautiful like this. Bound in his bed with his wrists tied together wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that showed more than it covered.

Kal could have had this and more if Clark wasn't too busy being a coward to take it. Lex always wanted him. Even back then when he was trying to kill him, he still wanted him.

Even now after they've reached an agreement, an alliance, a fragile friendship, Lex still hasn't changed. He still wants him. And if Clark isn't sure how to proceed, Kal is and he will not let Lex slip through his fingers like Clark is willing to.

Chapter 1: Red

Summary:

Red Kryptonite

- known to remove a Kryptonian's inhibitions, 

- avoid contact at all costs and,

- incase of exposure, hope that it is quick to wear off. 

Kal hears him before he sees him. 

 

Lex Luthor hums to himself as he takes his time in his bathroom. Wrapping himself up in a red silk robe like a present for Kal to open. He has no idea that he wasn't alone, that Kal is just outside his window watching him—waiting for him to finish. Or maybe he did. Maybe that is why he's taking his sweet time rubbing himself with oils that he knows Kal loves. 

 

He does know that doesn't he? Lex has been watching him. Observing his every move with little cameras and following his adventures around the city with his drones, it's impossible that he doesn't know that. 

 

Why else would he be dolling up if not for Kal to see? 

 

As soon as Lex leaves his bathroom, Kal strikes. He lands on his balcony, eyes zeroing in on Lex entering his bedroom. 

 

The sound of the balcony door sliding open is the only warning Lex gets before Kal appears in front of him and throws him on his bed. Kal could barely contain himself as he crowds Lex into his sheets. He looks so beautiful beneath him, eyes wide with surprise and pinks lips parted like he just had the wind knocked out him. 

 

It's an absolute wonder that Clark has never taken him. Lex wouldn't be opposed to it. And if he was, well…. Kal could be convincing. 

 

“Hello.” Kal says with a wink, already getting an eye full as Lex's robe graciously parts for him. 

 

It takes Lex a while to respond. Not that Kal minds, Lex is more than welcome to take his time if it means more time for Kal to admire the generous smooth curves of his chest. He wonders-

 

Kal brings his hands up and cups. Lex gasps and Kal hums, they were bigger than the average males. Softer too. And they sit wonderfully in his hands. If he pushes them together, would they be big enough for his cock to slide between them and-

 

“Superman!” Lex screeches and Kal's eyes fall to meet his. “You pervert! Let go of me right this instant!” 

 

Kal almost wants to roll his eyes at him. How is he the pervert when Lex is the one shamelessly brandishing his cute tits for everyone to see? If anything, Lex is the pervert for putting them on display and Kal is the fortunate bystander to see them. Speaking of tits, Kal squeezes them lightly, relishing the small gasp he's able to pull from the man beneath him. “You like it.” 

 

“Bodily reaction.” Lex gasps out, already in denial even as his eyes widens with want and his back arches as if chasing for Kal's fingers. 

 

“Sure, Doll, sure.” Whatever helps him sleep, Kal supposed. He will allow Lex's denial for now. It's cute, if not a bit annoying. Lex really thinks that he could lie to Kal's face when his body speaks the truth. 

 

No matter. Kal will just need to teach him otherwise. Show him the merits of speaking the truth and only the truth Kal. 

 

Kal leans down and bites. Lex shouts, his fingers claw at Kal's back as Kal smiles into his tit. Then he sucks and Lex buckles against him. 

 

“Stop. Stop it! Superman, stop this at once!” Lex sobs, by now his fingers had traveled up Kal's back and settled on his hair. He sinks his fingers in and pulls, “This isn't you, stop it! Enough already!” 

 

Enough? 

 

This is what he's going to say after Kal had graciously waited for him? Enough? 

 

Kal narrows his eyes and sinks his teeth in Lex's supple breast, leaving another mark in its place. 

 

“What's with the cold feet, Lex, you want this don't you?” Kal purrs, he reaches up and captures Lex's wrists. Lex struggles against him, because of course he does. He probably thinks that he could stop him. That he stands a chance against Kal. He doesn't, he never did, it was only by Clark's mercy did he pose a chance. “Why are you fighting against me now when I want to give it to you?”

 

“Superman! Stop it!” Lex squirms against him. He bends one of his legs to kick him but Kal catches it before he gets a chance and spreads his legs wide. “Clark, please!” 

 

Kal pauses. 

 

Beneath him, Lex writhes, blue eyes glittering with unshed tears as he pants heavily. He’s still struggling against him. Still holding on to the chance that Kal would stop. He wouldn't. They both knew this but still Lex tries to reason with him. 

 

“Clark, please, this isn't you. You're cursed. You're not in your right mind. Call the Justice Gang, call Batman, call anyone. You don't want me like this. You never did, don't do something you'll regret.” 

 

Kal blinks, and for a moment, he sees hope appear in Lex's eyes. Innocent and naive hope that his words have somehow gotten through Kal. 

 

It gives Kal all the more pleasure to crush it as he rips his cape from his suit and turns them into makeshift restraints to bind Lex's wrists up. He pulls him up and ties him to the ridiculous headboard that Clark always disliked. 

 

Maybe this was why Lex bought it. So that Kal could use it to tie him down. Never mind that he hadn't even met Clark then when he first bought it, Lex always knows to think ahead. Lex really is a pervert. 

 

“Clark!” 

 

Lex tries to kick him again but really he should have learned from the first time he did it. Kal catches his legs as easily as he did the first time and spreads them wide enough to settle in between. 

 

Kal's breath catches in his throat as he looks down to admire his handy work. Lex looks beautiful like this. Bound in his bed with his wrists tied together wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that showed more than it covered. 

 

Kal could have had this and more if Clark wasn't too busy being a coward to take it. Lex always wanted him. Even back then when he was trying to kill him, he still wanted him. He craved his attention, wanted it so bad that he tore Metropolis apart just to have it. It didn't change even after the court mandated therapy sessions came or the days and nights he was forced to spend with Clark passed. 

 

Even now after they've reached an agreement, an alliance, a fragile friendship, Lex still hasn't changed. He still wants him. And if Clark isn't sure how to proceed, Kal is and he will not let Lex slip through his fingers like Clark is willing to. 

 

“Clark.” Lex whispers, cheeks flushed and lips begging to be bitten. “Don't do this.” 

 

But Clark wants to. He's wanted to since Lex wanted to kill him. So why would Kal deny what he wants? 

 

Kal speeds out of his suit and hooks one of Lex's legs up on his shoulder. “Clark!” Lex screeches but Kal ignores him. Instead he goes to nuzzle against the back of Lex's leg. Rao, does Lex smell so wonderful. 

 

He begins his assault there, trailing kisses until he reaches Lex's inner thighs. He pauses to leave a bite. Not enough to make him bleed, but enough to leave a mark. A little something to remember him by. Lex squeals against him. His thighs move in record speed as if he plans to crush his head. 

 

Kal snorts, he looks down at Lex with a retort on his lips but stops. Lex is shaking, really shaking, beneath him. He's scared. Terrified, most likely, of what Kal will do to him. It's been years since Lex last laid with another. Three years, eight months, two weeks, and thirteen days to be precise. With his second last girlfriend no less since he couldn't bring himself to touch Eve in that way. Something about her spirit reminding him too much of a dead relative to have sex with her. 

 

Kal leans over to capture his lips into a searing kiss. He doesn't deepen it, not yet, despite how much he wanted to. Later he will but for now he focuses on the feel of Lex's lips against his. “I'm not going to hurt you.” He whispers against his lips as soon as he falls back. 

 

“You already are.” Lex says without looking into his eyes. 

 

Kal huffs but doesn't deny it. He has been rough against Lex. Much rougher than he ever would have been if he hadn't come in contact with that pretty little ring earlier. In truth, what is happening now is far from what he imagined their first time together to be. Their first time was supposed to be magical, sweet and soft. It was supposed to be free from manhandling and Lex's pleas to be set free. 

 

If only Clark had the balls to fuck him before, they wouldn't be in this situation. 

 

Kal licks at his fingers and trains them down Lex's stomach. He doesn't touch his cock, though he is tempted to give the pretty little thing a lick later on, and goes to spread his cheeks. He slips a finger in his puckered hole fully expecting to be met with resistance, only to find little. 

 

Lex is loose. 

 

For a moment, Kal finds himself dumbfounded but quickly recovers by adding another finger in. Lex gasps beneath him and Kal groans in his shoulder. Lex was preparing himself. That's why he took so long in the shower. He was stretching himself for Clark. That thought makes his dick twitch and Kal surges up to claim Lex's lips for his own. 

 

“Too much.” Lex cries into his mouth. “Slow down.” 

 

“You prepared yourself for me.” Kal says instead, two knuckles deep into Lex's tight heat. Rao, he is so tight. Kal would need to stretch him thoroughly if he wanted to even have a chance of fitting inside.

 

“Not for-” A loud moan is ripped from his throat, Lex writhes against the sheets. 

 

Kal chuckles at the sights, fingers curling into Lex's prostate. “You were saying?” 

 

“I wasn't preparing myself for you,” Lex gasps out, Kal goes still against him. “I wasn't masterbaiting for anyone.” He croaks out, though that remains little more than an afterthought to Kal who hasn't even gotten over what he first said. 

 

Lex wasn't preparing himself for him. Lex wasn't preparing himself– then who was he preparing himself for? 

 

The full weight of Lex's words crashes into him as an image of Lex underbeneath another man flashes into his mind. Kal snarls, eyes flashing a dangerous red as his fingers slammed into Lex with harsh precision. Lex wails beneath him, a new chain of pleas escapes from his lip, but Kal could hardly bring himself to listen to him. Too busy thinking of the image that Lex so graciously provides him as if wanting to taunt him. 

 

Lex is his. He's been his since he first tried to kill him and no one else will have him. No one else but Kal. 

 

Kal forces another finger in and spreads them wide. He is going fast. Too fast for anything to be proper but he doesn't care. 

 

Lex is his. 

 

“Clark, slow down!” 

 

Lex has always been his. 

 

“Please, Clark!” 

 

And no one will ever take Lex from him. 

 

“Clark!” 

 

No bastard will ever lay a hand on him. 

 

Kal spits into his hand and spreads it over his cock. 

 

“Please!” 

 

And no one else will see him like this. 

 

Kal hooks his other leg over his shoulder and positions his cock against Lex's puckered hole. Then, he pushes inside and Lex screams into his ears. 

 

No one but Kal, that is. 

 

It's tight, very tight inside Lex. Almost tight enough that Kal regrets not stretching him more before putting his cock inside him. Though he could hardly turn back now. 

 

He pushes in slowly. Taking his time to fuck inch by agonizingly long inch inside Lex until he was halfway in. By then, Lex had grown concerningly still beneath him. 

 

When Kal finally pries his forehead from Lex's neck to look at his face, he's stunned. He was crying, Kal notes. Lex was crying. Really crying. Fat tears roll down his flushed cheeks as his mouth is forced wide by a scream trapped in his throat. 

 

He looked beautiful. 

 

“I don't want to die.” Lex finally cries out, his smooth and delectable shoulders shaking. He doesn't struggle against him, he must've finally realized that it was useless by now. “Slower, please. Clark, please, you're too big. You didn't stretch me enough, please, I don't want to die.” 

 

So beautiful like this. 

 

Kal leans in for a kiss, swallowing Lex's sobs as he pries his lips open with his tongue. “Okay.” He says into the kiss. “I'll go slow.” 

 

And he does. Of course he does, he isn't going to let his doll die from taking his cock now is he? Though a part of him does think that sentiment was unrealistic, he wasn't that big for Lex to actually die on his cock. A greater part of him, however, preens at Lex's words and if his cock twitches inside Lex, well, it's Lex’s fault for saying it outloud. 

 

Kal starts slow. Making small and controlled thrusts into Lex's deliciously tight heat. It's agonizing like this—to have only half of himself inside his love. But he relents, Lex wants him to go slow. 

 

It takes a while but eventually, soft moans start to erupt from Lex's throat. Small and breathy ones like he was only starting to grasp at the pleasure coursing through his body. 

 

Then, Kal strikes his prostate and Lex moans loudly, his back arches as his eyes seem to roll to the back of his skull. “Clark.” He moans out. 

 

Kal leans down to swallow his moan. “Lex.” He whispers against his lips, nearly breathless as tears slide down Lex's cheeks. 

 

He pushes deeper inside and swallows a cry. Beneath him, Lex goes taunt, his insides clamp tight around his cock as he comes. Kal groans and bites into the soft skin of his throat. 

 

Just a little more, he thought to himself, his hips stuttering. His control slips as ever so slightly as Lex spasms against him. Then he'd fuck him. Truly, fuck him as both he and Kal crave. Just a little more. 

 

Kal doesn't let him rest and instead, fucks him through his orgasm. He doesn't slow, but nor does he speed up or even carve deeper into Lex's willing body. He catches him as he slumps against him. Lex is boneless in his arms at his point, he looks so beautiful and perfect that it makes Kal want to devour him. 

 

He kisses him instead. Fingers pinching and pulling on his supple tits as he fucks into him. Lex gasps, and Kal is another inch deeper. 

 

“No more.” Lex cries against his lips, “Clark, please, it's too much. It can't- Clark!” 

 

“Just a little more,” Kal grunts into his ear, “Almost there, doll, almost all the way in.” 

 

Which isn't a lie but isn't the exact truth either. There were only a few inches left and with the current pace they were going, it was going to take a while.

 

“Come on, Doll, you can take it. Don't you want to be good for me and take it?” Kal licks at the shell of Lex's ear and Lex shudders against him. 

 

“You're too big,” Lex all but whines against him and Kal groans, “Clark, please, no more. I can’t– you'll ruin me!”

 

Ruin him? That wasn't such a bad idea. Ruin Lex for anyone else to have. Carve the shape of his cock into him until only he can get Lex to come. 

 

“Good.” Kal spits out, hands falling to Lex's slender hips as he slowly withdraws and tightening his grip when he thrusts back in. “You are mine, Doll, only mine. No one else can have you. No one else can see you like this. You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust against Lex's prostate and Lex yowls into his ears. 

 

“There's no more room inside me, Clark!” Lex screeches. Kal digs his fingers into his hips and forces him back onto his cock, spreading him taut against the sheets as Kal finally, finally thrusts all the way inside until his hips are pressed flush against Lex's ass. 

 

Lex comes a second time and Kal sees white for split second. 

 

Kal is in Heaven. If he thought that Lex was already tight before, it was nowhere near how tight he is now. The hot, velvety muscles contracting around him were almost too much. How Clark managed to live so long without Lex’s deliciously tight heat to sink into is a mystery. Never again, Kal decides, peppering kisses into Lex's neck. He'll have him every night, in their bed, on their kitchen table, and in every single car that Lex owns so that he'll never forget who he belongs to. 

 

“So good, Lex.” Kal says into his neck, his breath ragged. “So tight.” He groans, feeling Lex's tight walls contract against him. “So damn good.” 

 

It's hard to think inside Lex as tight as he is around him, it feels like all his thoughts were being sucked out of him. Kal leans over to press his forehead against Lex's. He looks so beautiful, so goddamn perfect like this with tears falling from his flush cheeks and lips swollen from abuse. 

 

Kal captures his lips, forcing tongue inside his mouth. How long had he wanted to do this? To have Lex like this, pretty and pliant beneath him. Truly it is Heaven on Earth. “I love you.”

 

Lex's breath hitches and he sobs into the kiss, wrists uselessly pulling on his binds. “Please, Clark.” He cries out as soon as Kal pulls away, “I can't– no more! No more, please, enough already. Please. You're in my stomach, I can't– please.”

 

In his stomach? Kal looks down and– Oh Rao, he really is inside his stomach. There's an ominously large bulge on Lex's stomach right above where his cock should be. Fuck, this better than anything of Clark's fantasies. So much better. 

 

“That's it, Doll. So good, so fucking good for me.” Kal babbles, leaning to press his forehead against Lex's, nearly folding him in half as he does so. He groans, pulling him into another searing kiss, “So perfect. Gonna be the perfect mother of my kids. The perfect wife for me.” 

 

For a moment, the cloud of fear and lust thin in Lex's eyes, “I can't get pregnant. I'm not– I don't have a womb. What are you– ahh.”

 

“I'll make you one.” Kal grunts, delivering a hard thrust to his prostate. His hands snaking up to grab hold of Lex's deliciously small waist. It was so small. Small enough to nearly fit between both of his hands. He can't wait to see it stretched with his child. “A pretty little womb for me to fill and a perfect little pussy for me to fuck.” 

 

“You– you can't.” Lex gasps out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “That's not possible.” 

 

“It is.” Kal groans, feeling Lex's tight walls contract around him. He isn't even lying. He doesn't need to. Humans are adaptable, a little change in their environment and their bodies will change with it. So why wouldn't Lex's body change for his DNA? Why wouldn't Lex's body make a pretty little pussy for him to use? It already is as they speak. “Gonna carve a place for me inside. A little space, a little womb, for my children to grow. Just for me to use.”

 

“No, no, no, no, no. Clark, stop.” Lex whines against him, weakly struggling against his binds even as his back arches into him and his insides tighten. “Please, I don't want– I don't want to get pregnant! Don't make me, please. Clark, please! Stop it! No more!”

 

“You can take it.” Kal says instead. His hand reaches down to wrap around Lex's dick to stroke him into completion. “You're perfect for me, Lex, you can take it.”

 

Kal peppers him with kisses and holds him tightly as his third orgasm washes over him. Lex moans brokenly against him with yet another wave of tears falling from his eyes. Unable to stop himself, Kal takes a lick. Rao, Lex is such a pretty crier. Does he always cry during sex? Kal hopes so. He doesn't think he could take it if he never sees Lex's beautiful blue eyes peering up at him in tears. 

 

“So beautiful.” 

 

Lex sobs and tries to turn away from him. Kal doesn't let him, he cups his cheeks and urges him into another burning kiss. “Mine. My wife. Mother of my children. Only mine.” 

 

“Yours, Clark.” Lex croaks, breathless against his lips. “Please.” 

 

Now who could deny his plea? 

 

With renewed vigor, Kal resumes his assault on Lex's prostate. One of Kal's hands finds its way back on his hip while the other gropes at his tits. He can't wait to see them filled for him. Round and leaking precious milk to their children. Kal ruts into Lex's wet heat and the filthy sound of skin hitting skin fills the room. 

 

Kal's orgasm hits him harder than any of Lex's machines could try, he bites down Lex's shoulder and comes. It’s silent for a moment before Kal's powerful thrust stutters to a halt. He breathes in his doll's scent and all but collapses on him. It's nice like this, Kal decides, with nothing to worry about other than his doll and his body. It almost made Kal want to stay like this. 

 

Kal hums into Lex's ear and licks away the tear that falls from his eyes. His doll has fallen asleep. No matter, Kal will wait for him. After all, Lex does despise waking up alone. He never mentioned it to his previous partners before but Kal knew. He always did. 

 

He kisses him a final time. Technically not the last time that Kal will kiss him but still the last from tonight. He pumps inside, once, twice, before finally pulling out. He adjusts his doll comfortably on the bed and rips off the silk robe that clings to him like a second skin and chucks it off to the side before occupying the space behind him. 

 

He is half hard, Kal notes with displeasure. It appears the Kryptonian stamina does have its downsides. Kal clicked his tongue, before an idea came to him. 

 

Surely Lex would mind right? 

 

He's always been generous to his bed partners so why would he be different with Kal? 

 

Kal parts Lex's legs with his knee and takes his cock in his hand. Then, he slips it inside. There is less resistance than before but still Lex's hole is no less tight and warm for his cock. The perfect place to warm his cock for the night. 

 

He sighs, content as he could be as he sinks up to hilt and pulls the blanket over them. Kal places a kiss on the corner of Lex's jaw and pulls him into his arms. It's nice like this. Makes him wish that they could do this every night just because.

 

Oh, how he can't wait to have Lex as his own. His pretty little wife. 

 

 

 

 

 

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“You need to be careful, Superman.” Mr. Terrific said, they were in the sky overlooking a witch who was making a mess of Downtown Metropolis. While Hawkgirl and Guy Gardner were on the ground dealing with her. “Reports say that she got a hold of the rock.”

 

Clark swallowed, “Kryptonite?” 

 

Mr. Terrific shook his head, “I'm not sure. It's a different color than what we're used to. Red. Just be careful not to get too close to her.” 

 

Clark nods, the hairs on the back of his neck raising as the witch looks directly at him. “I will. Let's go.” 

 

Clark kept it at the back of his mind as he dodged her spells. He'd never encountered Red Kryptonite before. Heck, he didn't even know it even existed until that moment. One thing was for sure though, he would need to consult with Gary later, and Kara if he could, about its properties. Who knows what those rocks will do to him at the hands of the wrong man? 

 

He was just thankful that at the very least, Lex had stopped his attempts at his life. They were even starting to be friends now, more than a year after the rift incident. 

 

Lex Luthor and Superman, what a pair they made. Unlikely friends and allies, hopefully more if things would have it. 

 

Clark's lips twitched as he speeded past the witch to save a cat from the branch that was being thrown at it. Things were finally starting to look up. 

 

 

Chapter 2: The Morning After

Summary:

In hindsight, Lex should have known better.

Notes:

To my good friend Miya who wouldn't stop bothering me at four in the morning about the aftermath, this is for you. Hope you like this.

The first thing that registers in Lex's mind as he slowly gains consciousness is fullness. Pleasant and utterly grounding fullness. 

 

Lex sighs to himself and does his best to sink into his sheets. It has been years since he's last felt this kind of fullness, the same kind that he hasn't allowed himself to feel since he's been with his first lover during college. The first time when he'd allowed himself to be penetrated by Wayne and fucked into his sleep and– fuck. 

 

The events from the previous night comes back to him and Lex shoots up. Or at least, tries to. 

 

He's trapped. His arms are still bound to the headboard by Clark's cape, his torso wrapped around Clark's arms, his legs tangled in his, and his cock– Lex chokes on his spit, face burning a bright red, his cock is still inside him. 

 

Lex makes the mistake of looking down and nearly makes himself faint. Clark's cock is definitely still inside him. There is no mistaking it. An ominously large bump bulges from his stomach and a humiliating whimper escapes from his lips as his insides unconsciously tightened around the cock inside him. He could feel it, all of it, he thinks to himself hysterically. 

 

It's in his guts. It's still in his guts, most likely having stayed there for the entire night, forcing his insides to bend to its ridiculous size and distending his stomach. Good God, how did that thing even fit in him? 

 

Would he even close afterwards? The human body was resilient, but would his hold up after being stretched around a massive cock for who knows how long? 

 

Suddenly, his insides contracts and Clark, who is still asleep behind him, groans into his ear and snaps his hips forward. 

 

Lex moans, throws his head back until he feels Clark's shoulder beneath his head and sobs. He's sensitive. Too sensitive after the fucking Clark gave him the night before, for another round. He isn't even sure if he could handle another so soon. He'd probably break if he did. 

 

But Clark didn't seem to care as he slowly works himself inside Lex with an agonizingly slow phase. It's like he's punishing Lex for falling unconscious and cutting his fun the night before. “Clark, please enough. It's too soon, I can't– I can't take more.”

 

Clark doesn't respond to him, of course, how could he when he's still fast asleep?

 

“Wake up, Clark!” 

 

But he doesn't. Instead, his phase quickens and soon, he's fucking into Lex with the same vigor as he did last night. 

 

“Clark!” Lex shouts, fighting to maintain his train of thought as his prostate is hammered into mercilessly. “Please! No More!” He sobs. 

 

He's crying, Lex realizes distantly, hot tears falling from his cheeks at a speed he's never experienced before. Come to think of it, he's never experienced this before, the sex he'd had with Wayne was different. It was slow and gentle as if Wayne was afraid of hurting him but this? This is filthy. It's primal and borderline animalistic.

 

There is nothing gentle about the way Clark is taking him right now, nothing kind about it too. Instead, it's rough and mean and it's everything that Lex imagined sex wouldn't be with Clark. It almost feels like Clark is was trying to make truth of his rambling and actually fuck a baby into Lex. 

 

It sounds impossible and yet a part of Lex aches for it. A permanent tie between him and Clark, that wouldn't be so bad would it? 

 

And yet–

 

“Clark, please wake up. You don't want this, you don't want me–,” A powerful thrust is sent barreling into his guts and Lex moans loudly, his toes curl and his dick twitch against his stomach. “Please!” 

 

“Clark!” Lex's eyes roll to the back of his skull. He shudders, feeling his orgasm fastly approach when suddenly, Clark's hand finds his neck and he squeezes. 

 

Lex screams. His vision turns white and for a moment his world stops. When he comes to, he's vaguely aware of Clark's cock continuing to hammer at his insides before his attention falls to the hand on his throat. 

 

Clark has big hands, Lex thought hazily, big hands that could crush his windpipe with ease if he ever wishes to. It should alarm him, terrify him even, that Clark's hand is currently wrapped around his throat. But it doesn't. At least, not as much as it should. 

 

Instead it comforts him. It grounds him back to reality and reminds him that he isn't invisible. That he too is human and is utterly helpless against beings stronger than him. 

 

He likes it. More than he probably should and definitely more than he's willing to admit, he likes it. 

 

Lex blacks out for a moment. By the time he's opening his eyes, Clark is coming inside him. Lex moans at the feeling of it. It's warm. Far warmer than Wayne's cum ever was. But not uncomfortably so. 

 

It takes a while for Clark to finish cumming, far longer than what it would take a human and by the end of it, Lex's insides were filled. A part of him wants to look down, to examine what his stomach has become after Clark's impressive load, but Lex just couldn't bring himself to. 

 

Instead, he focuses on breathing. His mind, heavy and filled with cotton, lazily reminds him of the breathing exercises he's learned in college. He is fine. Everything is fine. He just needs a moment to calm down and relax. Then, he's going to get out of there and everything will be fine. 

 

It takes a while but eventually, Lex is calm, or at least as calm as he could be with another man's cock inside him. He takes cool and collected breaths and tries to remember the facts of his situation to plan his escape just like his therapist taught him to do. 

 

Fact number one is that he's trapped. He has no idea how to break free from Clark's cape. He's already tried tugging himself free and only served to tighten his binds. So there's little he can do to actually release himself from it. 

 

Fact number two is that even if he sets himself free from Clark's cape, he's still stuck in a death grip. Clark's hold on him, while not overly uncomfortable, is tight with one arm around his torso and a hand on his neck. Their legs are tangled together, which means kicking him isn't an option. Not to mention his cock is still inside him which only serves to complicate things. 

 

Fact number three is that Clark is a heavy sleeper. It didn't take exactly a genius to figure this out. For a being with super hearing, Clark could surprisingly sleep through a lot of things which meant that Lex is most likely going to be stuck in this position for a number of hours. That is, if Clark wakes up around sunrise. 

 

Finally, fact number four is that Clark is not himself. Lex isn't exactly sure what was affecting him but something definitely is. The Clark behind him is different from the one he knows. The Clark he knows isn't rough, nor does he curse and ignore a person saying no. He isn't any of the things he's shown himself to be last night so it wasn't exactly fair to him to think that he did. 

 

Lex shouldn't assume. He couldn't. Not when doing so would throw him off his game and drive him into the deep end. His therapist has taught him as such, Clark isn't one of his competitors so there is no need to assume the worst for him. Lex just needed to ignore his thoughts and look at the facts. 

 

Look at the facts and the facts say that Clark didn't mean what he did. He isn't in his right mind so he couldn't possibly know what he did. He doesn't mean anything that he said, which means it's not logical to accept anything that he said as fact. This includes the part where he said he loves him.  

 

Clark doesn't love him. He doesn't feel any romantic attraction to him. He isn't in love with him. 

 

That is a fact. A truth that Lex already knew for a long time but for some reason, never fails to make his heart heavy and a lump appear in his throat. 

 

Clark doesn't want him and Lex is under no illusion that he ever will. This encounter doesn't change it. He is just most likely a convenient fuck for Clark, as painful it is to admit. There is no reason for Clark to view him any more than that after all. 

 

They are reluctant allies forced together by the government and his therapist and nothing more. They are barely friends unless Clark is to change his mind once he wakes up. 

 

God, wouldn't that be something. A nightmare something, really. Lex has never been a religious man and he never will be one, but there is just something about Clark that almost makes him wish that he's one. 

 

Logically, he knows that Clark wouldn't blame him. He is too good for that, he would never blame Lex for something that he knew he'd no control over. Most likely he'd even try to comfort Lex, to tell him that it isn't his fault and that he shouldn't blame himself for what happened the night prior. Except that would be accurate, would it? 

 

Lex knew that there was something wrong with Clark. He'd gotten reports that Clark was hit by something during his encounter with the witch and he'd seen it with his own eyes how his demeanor changed immediately after through his drones. 

 

He should have known better. He should have fought harder. He should have had his defense systems ready, his men patrolling his area, and Mercy at his door ready to intervene, except he didn't. He could have, should have, but he didn't. 

 

There is no sugarcoating it, it’s his fault why Clark was able to get this far. Why he was able to do what he did, it is Lex's fault. 

 

Because he wanted it— still wants it despite the heaviness he feels in chest and the ache in his bones. He wants him, even as perverse as it is. 

 

A better man would have tried to get out from his binds and get away from Clark. But Lex isn't a better man. He isn't even a good man, so he sinks into Clark's arms and basks in his warmth. 

 

There is a good chance that Clark wouldn't want to see him when wakes up so he'll enjoy him while he can. Who knows, maybe if he could close his eyes and pretend hard enough, he could fool himself into thinking that Clark actually wanted to be with him in his bed. 

 

Now that wasn't such a bad idea. It's perverse, but maybe that's exactly what Lex deserves. 

 

For a while, Lex drifts off. He doesn't fall asleep, doesn't think he couldn't even if he wanted to, but he's not quite awake either. He is in between, floating between the plains of consciousness and unconsciousness until he feels the arms around him shift. 

 

Lex tenses up, a wave of fear washes over him, and a string of pleas is already on the tip of his tongue. For a moment, he thinks of how far he's fallen, of the pathetic picture he must make; a Luthor begging, his father must be rolling in his grave and cursing him from where he was. But he doesn't get the opportunity to linger on that thought as Clark groans into his ear and begins to wake. 

 

Clark shifts behind him; his arm tightens his hold around his torso and his hips seem to shift forward, forcing the cock inside him to brush against his sore prostate. 

 

A pathetic whimper is ripped from Lex's throat and before he could stop himself, he begins to sob, “Enough, please, Clark. I can’t. No more. Please, it hurts.”

 

And he isn't even lying. Everything burns. His arms, his neck, his thighs, even his insides were starting to ache from the relentless abuse they've been subjected to. 

 

“You've had your fun. Please, let me go. I can’t, no more. I can’t take more, please, don't make me. Please, stop.” 

 

He would break if Clark did. Really break into tiny fragments that even he would have a difficult time piecing back together again. But that doesn't scare him as much as it should have, does it?

 

On a logical level, he should be terrified. He is at Clark's complete mercy and Clark isn't in his right mind to not hurt him. But in reality he isn't, at least not as much as he should be. 

 

Illogically, he wants more. He wants anything and everything that Clark is willing to give him even if he's not in the right mind. He wants it all. Wants more than what Clark is willing to give and almost desperately wants to have him whole. 

 

But he can't say that now, can he? 

 

“Please, Clark.” –take me, want me, kiss me, love me. “Please.” –have me, take me and never let me go. “Clark.” –I love you too, say it again. Please, I want to hear you say it. 

 

Clark's hand tightens around his throat and Lex chokes, more out of reflex than actual pressure from his hand. “Please.” –don't hurt me. 

 

“Lex?” There is a pause and the hairs on the back of Lex's neck rose. There's a certain tone in his voice that gives Lex hope as much as it terrifies him that hints of Clark's return. 

 

Then, Clark jerks away. 

 

Lex is unable to stop the small scream that's ripped from his throat as the cock that occupied his body for the entire night is roughly pulled out. He sinks in his bed, writhing against his sheets as a full-body shudder erupts from his core. 

 

It hurts. 

 

Everything hurts. 

 

Lex pulls at the cape binding his wrists, aching to wrap his arms around himself, and Clark unceremoniously rips his cape from the headboard. In a blink of an eye, he frees Lex's wrists and for the first time in hours, Lex feels blood rush to his hands along with the familiar sensation of pins and needles. 

 

He whimpers, gingerly folding his arms into his chest and legs curling upwards. Vaguely, he hears Clark stutter out  apologies. Not excuses, but apologies as if any of this is his fault and not Lex for not knowing better and the damned witch for exposing him to something. 

 

That damned woman, Lex is going to murder her after this. She's going to wish she was never born after he's done with her, just she wait. 

 

“Lex, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I–,” Clark's fingers brush against Lex's shoulder and Lex flinches. Hard. 

 

Clark pulls away with lightning speed as Lex launches himself to the far corner of the bed and pressed himself against the headboard to get as much space as he could between them. 

 

They stared at each other for a moment. Neither daring to make a move or even to breathe too loudly as if they were scared that by doing so, they would frighten the other. 

 

“I'm sorry.” Clark croaks out, he looks so lost sitting on Lex's bed. The bravo he carried the previous night had all but disappeared from his body. It pains Lex more than he expected to see him like that. 

 

“It's not your fault.” Lex says readily, only it comes out smaller than he would like. It's the truth, though he heavily doubts that Clark would accept it as such. 

 

It's the witch's fault for cursing him and Lex's for not being prepared to stop him. 

 

“Lex–,” 

 

“It's alright,” Lex says, hurriedly. Not desperately, never that. He's a Luthor, he couldn't say anything desperately. Instead, he says it with urgency because it's the truth. “It's not your fault, I wanted it.” There it is. The raw truth that Lex has kept hidden for so long. He did want it, he still does because he's spoiled and rotten like that. 

 

He wants Clark even when it's clear that Clark doesn't want him at all. 

 

“Don't blame yourself,” Because Lex doesn't want him to. Because a part of him is afraid that he'll leave if he does. “Please.” 

 

“I liked it.” Lex adds because it feels like he needs to say it. Like he has to admit it, more to himself than to Clark. That as bruised and hurt as he is, he likes what Clark did to him. He always has. A freak, his father helpfully names him in his head. 

 

Suddenly Lex feels like a child again. Clinging to someone, anyone to stay after what he's done to them. It feels like he's drowning again. Like his father is behind him holding him down as he pulls at his hair and cuts– “Clark–,” 

 

But Clark turns a shade green and then goes white before scrambling off his bed. It all happens so fast after that. One moment, Clark is standing nude at the foot of his bed and the next, he's dressed in his Superman suit sans the cape and flying away.

 

He left. 

 

He left. 

 

He–

 

Bile rushes up Lex's throat and he hurries to the bathroom, barely reaching his sink as he vomits. It's too much, most likely what he deserves, but it's cruel nonetheless. 

 

It hurts. More than the ache in his back and burning sensations in his wrists, it hurts. 

 

It's– what he deserves, Lionel's voice graciously whispers. 

 

It's– what he needs to understand and heal from, his therapist offers. 

 

Lex doesn't quite know which he prefers but as he sits on his bathroom floor with his body aching and cum dripping from him, one thing is for sure— he doesn't want to think. At least not for today. 

 

He shakily brings himself up to his feet and reaches for his phone. Then, he dials a family number, “Sir?” Mercy answers not a second later. 

 

“Cancel my schedule for today.” Lex says robotically, almost numbly. He doesn't bother to explain himself, he doesn't need to. Mercy's known him long enough to know when he isn't in the mood for her questions and demands silence from her. 

 

“Of course, sir.” 

 

The call ends and Lex drops his phone. He'll look for it later, or have one of his maids do it for him. For now he sinks back into his bed, curling into the filthy sheets and pulls Superman's cape to his face. 

 

‘Look at the evidence, Lex. Sometimes our thoughts betray us, so we need to look at things objectively and focus on the facts of the situation.’ His therapist's voice comes to him. 

 

Fact number one, he messed up. 

 

Fact number two, Clark is most likely disgusted by him and doesn't want to see him anymore. 

 

Fact number three, he's still in love with Clark in spite of what he did. 

 

Fact number four, he is alright. 

 

Everything is alright. 

 

It has to be. 

 

 

Notes:

*Walks in with a smoothie and looks at fic*: I'm not gonna lie, this was supposed to be horny but for some reason Lex wanted to have a go at angst. Tho that's maybe my fault since I am supposed to be working on my angst fic of them.....

Also, this Lex is a mix between Smallville and Superman 2025. I will elaborate more about his background in future installment so there's that.

Hehehe, hope you enjoy!

Notes:

For those wondering, yes, I am basing the effects of Red Kryptonite on Smallville. Don't really care if that's not accurate, am just looking for an excuse to practice my writing with smut.

Speaking of which, I apologize for the God-awful smut. It's my first time writing anything this graphic so I know it's not the best. I might add another part for this but I'm not really sure if I want to right now.

Hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing ane don't be afraid to tell me what you think!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Kryptonite Series