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We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang, Jonathan Kent, Lionel Luthor, Evan

Word Count: 4785

Warnings: episode rewrite, s4 au, soulmate au adjacent, soul-bond, angst, smut, Lionel suspects, handjob/masturbation, cum as lube, multiple orgasms, messy sex, anal fingering, anal, coming untouched, intense smut, fluff

Episode Summary: Lex, Clark, and Lana discover an abandoned baby in a cornfield and take him back to the Kent farm. But when the newborn ages to a 7 year old in a matter of days, the trio frantically search for a cure before the rapid-aging disease kills him.

Chapter Summary: Evan ages. Lex suffers a meeting with his father. Clark and Lex take some alone time to keep their bond from fading out.

A/N: the muse finally shook itself loose from where it was snagged on this first in-between scene. Here's hoping I can get thru this a bit quicker now. I had really wanted to find a way for more smut in the barn, but it just wasn't feasible with Jonathan around. Me making their bond so tentative was really just a plot prop to ensure they have sex fairly often throughout the series 😅

Chapter Three:

After shaking themselves out of their stupor of confusion, Jonathan, Lana, Lex and Clark, are a bustling group of worried makeshift parents. Lana rushes over to Evan, plucking him up from the crushed cradle and wrapping the small blanket around his waist as she clutches him close to her chest. Jonathan lets Shelby in from where he's scratching at the door, barking in concern over the flash of light and the way the older farmer had rushed out of the barn. Clark and Lex cross over to Lana, looking over the child in her arms, checking for any damage to the young boy other than the very unexpected growth spurt.

After Clark subtly uses his x-ray vision to check Evan for other anomalies, he lets out a breath of sort-of relief. Shelby has calmed, now sitting in his bed by the couch, eyes locked on the little child everyone was so excited by, watching, just in case the safety he sensed turned out to be false. Jonathan now has Evan in his arms, marveling over the young boy in much the same way he did Clark all those years ago.

“Dad,” Clark calls his attention over to where he and Lex are standing by the kitchen counter, concerned looks on both their faces. Jonathan is surprised by the lack of worry within him at the fact that Lex is here to witness this. “Dad, Lex and I are going to go up to the barn, see if we can find some of my old clothes that Mom packed away, and set up a place for Lex to sleep in the loft. I’ll take the couch down here, and Evan can have my bed.”

“Alright, son. Lana and I’ll go get Evan settled. It has to have been a tiring day for the kid. We can all discuss this in the morning, I guess, since Martha won’t be back for a few hours.”

Clark nods in agreement and he and Lex retrieve Lex’s duffle bag and laptop case before heading out to the barn, both still bewildered by the events of the past few minutes.

The second Clark drops Lex's duffle bag on the couch, he finds himself wrapped in Lex's arms, tears blurring his vision before he even realizes how close to crying he is.

“Clark, hey, baby, it's okay. It's gonna be okay.” Lex is running his fingers through Clark's hair, easing his head down onto his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “I meant what I said at the hospital. I will not let anything happen to Evan if it's in my power to prevent it. I'll bring in my most trusted scientists, keep things as non-invasive as possible, and find out why this happened.”

Lex's mind was whirling as he held Clark close, trying to understand how the tiny infant had aged several years in a flash of light. Energy. It must have had something to do with energy. Like the ripple of light that had exploded past them just before they had found Evan in the resultant crater. The child must be meteor-affected, after all. If he was, this could happen again, and again, until the boy was an old man. They could end up losing Evan to more than just Child Services.

Seeing Clark and Lana with the baby had brought home all that he was taking away from the young man. With Lana, Clark could have had a chance at a family, even if it wasn't his own flesh and blood. With him, who knew if that would ever be possible. He knew it was selfish to take that from Clark, but Clark had chosen him, and he'd wanted the young man too long to refuse. Even if Clark came to resent him for it in the future, he didn't have it in him to be so self-sacrificing as to push him back towards Lana. Lana, who had taken the revelation of their new relationship status with dignity, even though Lex had seen the flash of sadness and regret in her eyes as she'd stared down at their joined hands. They had tried and failed, and now it was his turn, and Lex didn't plan to fail.

Clark sniffed quietly and pulled away from Lex’s comforting embrace, brushing a soft kiss across his lips to lessen the feeling of rejection at the movement.

“I trust you, Lex. I know you'd do anything for Evan. I saw it in your eyes.” Clark huffed a laugh, shaking his head ruefully. “Looks like it was pointless for me to pack those extra items in your bag. Never a dull moment in Smallville.”

“The last thing either of us really has time or energy for right now is sex. Hell, I'm so worn out, I haven't really even been able to feel your emotions the past day; I nearly forgot about it until I realized I wasn't feeling your worry just now.”

“I know. It's lessened for me, too. I don't know if it's because of the stress, or what…”

“We'll figure it out. After we get this all settled.” Lex reached out and cupped Clark's cheek briefly, smiling up at the young man. “For now, let's find some things for Evan and get back to the house before Jonathan comes looking. I think enough people know about us for one week.”

Clark grinned, gave Lex one more quick kiss, and strode across the loft to search for the boxes of his old clothes and toys that Martha had never been able to bring herself to donate. As he rummaged around, he tried to make his mind settle, focusing more on the realization that he hadn't felt Lex through the bond very strongly for the past few hours, not since the nightmare earlier.

The shrill tone of Lex's cell cut through the air, startling them both from their task. Lex straightened up from his box, pulled out the phone, and answered it sharply.

“Speak.” Clark turned at the tone of Lex's voice, concerned. Lex's mouth was set in a grim line as he listened to the caller. Clark resisted the urge to listen in. “When was this? Well, why the hell wasn't I notified immediately? Fine. Where is he now? No, I'll handle it. Stay there.”

Immediately after disengaging the call, Lex dialed the mansion's main line.

“Send Davis out to the Kent farm. Yes, for a few hours anyway. No, that's not necessary, I just have some business to tend to, and I'll be heading back on my own. Thank you, Lucinda.”

The phone closed with a snap, and Lex stalked back over to his bags, grabbing his laptop and stuffing it into its carry-case. Clark stood up from where he'd been crouched, a muted sense of stress and fear wafting through the bond from the older man.

“Lex?”

“Clark, I'm sorry, but I have to go back to the mansion for a while. I've been having my father followed, and apparently he met with Genevieve Teague earlier today and now he's on his way here. I need to be there when he arrives, I can't let him suspect anything has changed, not until it's too late for him to try to seize LuthorCorp back from me. Besides, this will give me a chance to get things in order to have Evan looked over. I really am sorry.”

“No, hey, I get it. If Genevieve really is after the stones, and had something to do with Lana getting possessed, it can't mean anything good if your dad is working with her. Lionel's come too close to my secrets before, what with the whole body-swapping thing. It probably is best if you're there to sidetrack him. Just be careful?”

“I always am, Clark.” Lex quirked a grin at Clark's baleful glare and kissed his cheek. “Fine, keep an ear out, then. I'll call for you if I need another impromptu rescue. Give Jonathan my apologies? I'll be back as soon as it's safe.”

Clark nodded and watched with growing apprehension as Lex hurried down the stairs and out of the barn. Another thing to worry about, then.

Lex is sitting at his desk in the study, studying a couple of pictures when Lionel enters. Lex had barely been home long enough to send out a few encrypted emails to the most trusted of the scientists in his meteor division, and order a slew of clothes, toys, and various necessities for Evan. The photos in his hands were merely part of the subterfuge, nothing new to his father, even if he did manage to snag a glance at them. He'd spent his life studying Lionel, knew exactly how to keep under his radar. The pictures were something his father would expect, and something would be noticed even more for their absence.

“What are you doing, son? An exciting new venture, something worthy of a captain of industry?”

Lex put the pictures away in a file folder, just managing not to sneer at his father's condescending, falsely inquisitive tone. It sickened him how long he had fallen for that fake interest, how he had only recently realized that that was merely Lionel's way of poking for information while seeming to give Lex the attention he had always craved from the elder Luthor.

“I'm simply continuing where you left off, Dad.” Lex shuffled some things around on his desk, forcing himself to look vaguely distracted. “Look, I, uh, can't talk now. I've got-”

“Well, we better talk. Genevieve Teague thinks you have the missing element.”

Lex shrugs, keeping his face devoid of any hint of understanding. Lionel huffs impatiently, raises a brow in an expression that screams don't pretend to be so obtuse.

“The one from China.”

“Come on, Dad”, Lex scoffs a laugh. This really is sadly easy. “You've raised me to be smarter than that. Why use Genevieve Teague as a threat? Why not just come out and ask for it yourself?”

And still, Lionel stands, as though he feels he needs the position of height, needs the illusion of power it affords him. Lex has to resist rolling his eyes.

“I'm here as a father who's concerned about the safety of his son.” How Lex manages not to laugh incredulously, he doesn't know. Lionel is fishing, pure and simple, either for Genevieve, or for his own edification. “She had Bridgette Crosby murdered because of one of those elements. You think she'd hesitate to do the same to you?”

“I don't have it.” Lex stands up from his desk, folder in hand, and steps around it to pass by his father, pausing to look him in the eye. “And even if I did, I'd never trust you.”

He's halfway to the double doors of his study before Lionel recovers.

“Lex.” Lex stops, only because Lionel would follow after him if he didn’t. “We haven't a lot of time left to spend together. You can go on for the rest of your life being mistrustful of me, or you can accept me as your father who loves you.”

Back to his father, Lex does roll his eyes this time. Love. He suspects his father did love him, at some distant point in his past. But, he's given up yearning for that love again, for the acceptance and approval he strove for for too long. He has a better love, now, with Clark. A love that is more pure, more real, than anything Lionel has ever had to offer. And he will do anything in his power to safeguard that love. Even if it goes against twenty-odd years of lessons learned at the side of the man behind him.

“She's dangerous, Lex. She-” And, kudos to the old man for perfecting the break in his voice as he tries one last time to find the desperate child once more. “Watch your back, son.”

“I always do.” And, I always will, especially around you, Lex thinks as he walks away without a backward glance, knowing Lionel won't deign to stick around now that he has failed to pull Lex into whatever web he was attempting to weave.

Lionel stares at the empty doorway for a moment, mentally moving an ivory pawn across the board. He can't pinpoint it, but something has given his son a backbone. Something has changed. Lionel didn't miss the lack of expensive cologne in the air as Lex passed him by, the air now redolent of cheap drugstore soap and - hay? No, he can't pinpoint it, but it bears the need for a more watchful eye.

Whatever it is, it can wait until the Teague woman and her whelp are dealt with. Get the element Genevieve killed Ms. Crosby for, find the one stolen from Lex all those months ago, and see what Lana's uninvited guest makes of them. Then, he can deal with his wayward son.

Plan rearranged and settled, Lionel lets himself out of the mansion, directing his driver to head back to Metropolis.

“Clark, I'm safe, but I need you.”

Less than thirty seconds, and Clark is there in his room, slightly wide-eyed with worry he couldn't completely contain. Lex smiles up at the brunette from his spot on the bed, still not used to these now casual displays of power.

“Lex?”

“Oh, good. You heard me.”

“Lex, why did you call for me? I thought you were going to come back to the farm after your dad left.” Lex, still smiling, reached out for him, and unable to keep his own lips from twisting into a grin, he climbed onto the bed, hovering half-over his reclining lover. “Did the old bastard give you a hard time?”

“Mm, nah. Nothing I wasn't expecting. Fishing for intel on the elements, baiting me to pool our efforts. I suspect he's headed back to Mrs. Teague, either to recount his failure or do her in. It'll keep.” Lex tugged Clark until he was completely draped over him, running a hand through the dark locks of hair. “How's everything at the farm? Evan okay?”

“Yeah, he was already asleep by the time you left. He looked so cute, Lex, all tucked up with my old teddy bear, wearing a shirt that has fit me in at least two years. I took pictures. I-I know I told Lana not to get attached, but…”

“I know.” And he did. He was gone the moment he first held him. Like an imprinting in reverse. “I've got a team coming in tomorrow to get things ready at the lab. We'll find out what's causing this, and how to stop it from happening again. Tonight, I want us to reconnect. I kinda like having a direct line to your emotions, and if it is weakened by lack of contact…well.”

Clark chuckled and leaned down to kiss Lex deeply, making sure to keep most of his weight off the slighter man.

“You horndog.”

“Two days, Clark. I've barely been able to so much as touch you for two days.” Lex thrust his hips up against Clark's, his cock already hardening. “Besides, it's well known that sex is an excellent destressor, so, even if the bond is merely being impacted by the constant stress…two birds, one stone.”

“Lex Luthor, I love the way your mind works.”

Clark was more than happy to push aside the worry nagging at the back of his mind and lose himself in the wonders of Lex's body. Hopefully, it would strengthen the fading connection between them. He hadn't liked not being able to feel Lex while Lionel had been here, and had found himself focusing his hearing and sight on the mansion whenever possible. The older Luthor had become more and more of a threat to his secret over the past year, and there was no telling what he would do to Lex if he thought it could lead him to the truth. Where Lex's obsession with Clark had been tempered with love and longing, Lionel's was fueled by a need for power and greed. Clark would take any advantage he could in keeping Lex safe from his father's machinations.

“Hey, spaceboy, Earth to Clark. Even diminished, I could feel fear and anger coming through. No more thinking.”

“Right. Sorry. Where was I?”

“I think you were about to use that superspeed of yours to get us both naked so you could fuck me hard enough that I won't even remember the meaning of the word stress.”

“Oh, yeah. Now I remember.”

In an instant, Clark had stripped them both of their clothes, barely managing to keep from shredding Lex's expensive slacks in his haste. He spread himself back out over Lex’s lean form, groaning softly at the feel of Lex’s hard cock rubbing against his own. Dipping his head down, he captured Lex’s mouth in a wet kiss, tongue delving past scarred lips the moment they parted, swallowing down the resultant moan. All coherent thought fled at the feel and taste of Lex pressed so closely against him.

Lex arched up into the kiss, arms winding around Clark’s neck, fingers tangling in thick hair to hold him closer as their tongues twined and retreated, tasting each other, relearning each other’s mouths. The past forty-eight hours had been so hectic, so full of emotion and surprise, he hadn’t even realized how much he had missed this. This freedom to really touch Clark, to kiss him less than chastely, let it lead to more. Keeping their relationship under wraps was proving to be a bigger hardship than he had thought. Having to stop himself from ravishing Clark every time he saw him, now that he had permission, was harder to do now, than it had been the previous four years. Easier to deny yourself what you’ve never had. Now, though, oh, now, he could touch, taste, feel. His cock throbbed against his stomach, hard as it ever was around Clark, dripping pre-come profusely as Clark kissed him breathless, one big hand sliding down over his skin to grip at his hip, the other braced against the bed to keep from crushing the human with his bulk. Which, honestly, the human wouldn’t have minded so much. It felt oddly comforting, being nearly smothered by Clark’s all-encompassing presence. It felt safe, it felt like home.

“Clark, baby, come on. Want you.”

“Yeah?” Clark panted the question against his lips, tongue flicking out to tease over the scar on his upper lip and pulling a groan from him. “How, baby? Hmm? Tell me, Lex.”

“Christ, Clark, want you, any way, every way. Mouth, fingers, cock. You. Just make me come, Clark. Make me feel it.”

Clark growled, his lips finally breaking away from Lex’s, dragging their way down his throat to nip carefully at his Adam’s apple, tongue licking away the sting as Lex let out a hiss.

“God, I love you, Lex.”

“Show me.”

Just this short amount of time together seemed to be having a positive effect on the bond. Clark could feel not only his own arousal, but Lex’s as well. Given the gasp of surprise, the same could be said for Lex. The result of this back and forth exchange of desire was a heady experience, bringing Clark's stiffening cock to a nearly painful hardness in moments.

“Jesus! Baby, gotta bring the edge off. Not gonna last to even get inside you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Christ, Clark. I can feel you, feel how much you want me. God, I'll never get used to this, knowing this is real. Fuck, baby, make me come.”

Clark complied, Lex’s urgency ramping up his own desperation. Lowering his mouth to one pert, pink nipple, Clark suckled the pebbled nub as he slid a hand between them, wrapping his fingers around both their cocks. Lex keened, nails digging uselessly into Clark's scalp as he thrust up into the tight grip around his aching length. Between Clark's perfect strokes along their shafts and the lust rebounding between them, Lex felt the inexorable pull of his climax hardly a minute into Clark's efforts.

“Fuck, close, baby…” Lex had barely gotten the words out, and Clark tightened his grip, strokes gaining speed, and closed his teeth over the nipple he had been teasing. The added pressure and pleasure-pain had Lex glad he'd soundproofed the room so well, his scream sure to reach even Mrs. McCreary down in her first-floor quarters otherwise. “Yes! Oh, fuck!”

Lex came with a muscle-clenching spasm, friction heated seed surging over Clark's fist, sending Clark hurtling over the edge behind him. The orgasm seemed endless, Lex's own release feeding into Clark's and back again, a strange Ouroborus of ecstasy that lasted longer than the build-up. Clark lifted his head from the abused nipple, still stroking them through their climaxes, and captured Lex’s gaping mouth. Finally, with their tongues tangling and Lex’s limbs wrapped around Clark’s broad body, they drifted down from their orgasms, both cocks still hard in Clark's hand.

“Jesus Christ!” Lex’s head fell back against the pillow, legs flopping down to the mattress in a loose sprawl. “That bond thing, whatever it is, sure makes for incredible sex. If a mutual handjob is that mind-blowing. I can't wait to see how it feels with your dick up my ass.”

Clark laughed breathlessly into the crook of Lex's neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Letting go of their cocks, he slid his come-slick hand between Lex’s legs, fingers seeking out that perfect furl of skin that so closely guarded what was quickly becoming his favorite resting place. Tapping the pad of his forefinger against the whorl of flesh, he looked up at Lex with a grin.

“Good thing you have an alien lover, then. Short refractory period.”

Lex spread his legs wider, welcoming the slick, teasing fingers. Releasing his iron grip around Clark's shoulders, he slid a hand between them, down Clark's chest to wrap around the younger man's cock. Stroking the thick length, he gathered up the excess come, coating his fingers in their combined spend.

Clark groaned at the feel of Lex’s hand on his cock, easing a finger into Lex's loosening hole. As he slid the digit inside the tight passage, Lex moaned and raised a messy finger to Clark's lips. Lex pushed it past his lips and Clark groaned at the taste of them mixed together in the sticky fluid coating the slender finger. Clark swirled his tongue over it as their fingers thrust into each other in tandem, lapping up the come until he caught the taste of Lex-flesh. Feeling Lex loosening around him, he added a finger and so did Lex, offering up more of their heady release.

A third finger, and a protracted groan as Lex leaned up to meet his mouth, helping him clean away the mess before their tongues met in a dance Clark would never tire of.

“Now, Clark”, Lex husked against his lips, thrusting down on the fingers spearing into him. “In me. Fuck me, baby.”

Not bothering to waste even the time it would him to reach for the lube hidden away in the drawer, Clark eased his fingers from Lex's come-slick hole, lining himself against the stretched furl of muscle with one hand, the other gripping around Lex's waist to hold him still in his arched position. Legs somehow wrapped themselves around his hips as he started that first slow glide in, Lex's hands grasping at neck and shoulder to urge him on.

“Yeah, oh, fuck,”, Lex moaned against his mouth, trying to bear down on Clark's cock as it thrust up into him, the bond heightening his need as he felt how aroused Clark was by the grip of his ass around the brunette's thick cock. “Feels so good, Clark. Christ, I love how you feel inside me, baby. Can you feel it? Feel how wide you split me open? C'mon, Clark, fuck me.”

Clark groaned loudly, indeed feeling just how Lex felt stretched around him, how hot it made the older man to be filled so completely, the way it felt when the head of his cock brushed over Lex's prostate, nerves singing with the jolt of pleasure. Securing his grip around Lex, he braced his other hand against the headboard, thrusting into the clinging body at a pace just this side of human speed.

“God, Lex, want you in me like this someday. So tight, so warm, so fucking perfect.” Clark bent his head to bite harshly at the nearest nipple, both men moaning at the feeling of it. Tugging the pearl of flesh between his teeth, he thrust deeper as Lex dug his nails into his un-markable flesh. “Fuck, baby, love you so fucking much. Need you, always. Your taste, your touch, your scent. Everything, perfect and amazing and mine!”

Lex clamped down around Clark's pistoning cock, the feelings swirling through him, his and Clark's inseparable from each other, and the desperate praise and words of need - words that so closely mirrored his own obsession for Clark - sending him spiraling into his second orgasm. His breath hot in Clark's ear, he came in hard spurts, his voice ragged as he yelled out his release.

“Love you, Clark! Always. I'm yours, baby, just yours. Come with me, Clark. Come for me. Be mine.”

He did. And he was. His climax ripped through him, magnified by the emotions flooding the bond, filling Lex with hot bursts of come even as he kept thrusting into the spasming body in his hold. The other times had been nothing, compared to this, his nerves tingling, his body fairly glowing with the power he felt, yet the threat of loss of control that he'd expected was missing. He would never hurt this precious being that had accepted him so completely, so easily, like breathing, he could never lose control of his strength, his speed, his heat vision. The consequences were too devastating for his physiology to even dare to lose control.

When Lex went limp in his embrace, sated and panting, Clark settled the slimmer man back to the bed, easing his spent cock from its snug sheath. He laid himself out alongside Lex, nuzzling into the curve of his shoulder as they brought their breathing back to normal. Lex's left hand stretched across his chest to curl slender fingers into Clark's hair, head twisting to press his lips to the younger man's temple.

“I know I keep saying it, but that was amazing.”

“I know. Feeling what you felt…is that really how it feels when I make love to you? It was so…so intense. I mean, it's intense for me, too, but-”

“Yes, Clark”, Lex stopped Clark's shy babbling with a finger to his lips. “That's really how it feels. Did you think it was just a heartfelt sacrifice, that I would ever agree to bottom if it wasn't good for me, too? Did you think I was just pretending every time I came screaming your name loud enough for them to hear me all the way in Metropolis? I'm not that selfless, and I'm not that good a liar.”

“Yeah, okay. Just ignore me, I guess I couldn't really believe you could feel as much for me as I feel for you.”

Lex met Clark's embarrassed gaze, letting his love flow through their renewed bond.

“Never doubt it.” Lex drew Clark in for a brief, soft kiss before sitting up. “Now, how about we head back to the farm? We should stay close to Evan in case…that…happens again before the lab is set up.”

Clark shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded in agreement. Lex promptly found himself dressed, Clark clothed and standing before him, laptop bag slung over his shoulder. With a laugh, Lex stood and stepped into the loop of Clark's open arms, letting him scoop him up with ease.

“Home, Jeeves.” Clark's chortle was still sounding in his ears when he set him down in the loft less than thirty seconds later. “Wow. And, I really need to stop being so amazed by you, it's very unbecoming of a Luthor.”

“Don't. I like amazing you. I like being able to shake you up like that.” Clark set Lex's laptop down and quickly made up the couch for Lex, setting a spare blanket at one end. “I like the way you look when I amaze you.”

Lex pulled Clark to him, leaning up to brush a quick kiss over his lips.

“How do I look?”

“Like you believe again. Goodnight, Lex.”

Another fleeting kiss, and a whoosh of air, and Lex was alone in the loft, a smile twisting his lips even as he shook his head.

“I never stopped believing in you, Clark.”

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