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idabbleincrazy · 5 months ago

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Tear You Apart ~ A Red K Club Mix Fic

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Klex (Kal/Lex)

Warnings: Smut, red k!Clark, submissive!Lex, bottom!Lex, light bondage, light d/s, teasing, dirty talk, club fic, oral, anal fingering, anal

Word Count: 8858

Summary: Clark finds courage in the red. Lex revels in it.

A/N: written for @kryptonite-week , day two. Inspired by the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge.

Bingo squares: bondage for @fandom-free-bingo pride edition

He didn't know what made him agree to go with Lex to the club tonight. Or why he thought it was a good idea to speed back to Smallville after Journalism 102, and track down one of the remaining Smallville High school rings circa 2002 left in a dusty box in the school's basement, hastily stuffing it in his pocket before zipping back to Metropolis. But, as he slipped the ring onto his finger, watching his eyes flash red in the mirror, he didn't really care.

Clark pulled on his leather jacket just as he heard Lex's Lamborghini pull into the parking lot outside his dorm window. With a shark grin that was more often seen on his best friend's face than it ever was on his own, he ran downstairs to meet him at the door. The look on Lex's face as he stopped short and trailed his gaze over the brunette from head to toe was worth the pang of lingering guilt he felt warring with the heat of arousal blooming in his gut. He's glad the hand with the ring is in his pocket, just the same.

"Wow, Clark, I have to admit I wasn't expecting you to dress for the occasion. I think you'll pass muster without even having to borrow any of the stuff I brought along."

Clark smirked at the bald billionaire, giving Lex his own once-over with an appreciative eye. He'd seen Lex in club gear before, but that did nothing to dampen the fire ignited in his blood at the sight of him in black mesh and leather. His gaze lingered knowingly over the slight bulge at his groin, not even bothering to use his x-ray vision to see what he knew lay beneath. Anticipation was half the fun, after all.

"C'mon, Lex, you didn't think I'd embarrass you with jeans and flannel did you," Clark clucked in mock offense as he brushed past him to head towards the car. "Keys?"

Lex looked ready to decline, so Clark broke out the puppy eyes, pushing his bottom out into a pout he knew Lex never could resist. Had to bite the lip to stop from chuckling when he saw the bulge increase minutely. When he tossed the keys to him with a shake of his head, Clark rewarded him with another smoldering smirk before unlocking the doors and slipping into the driver's seat.

"You're not high, right? You seem…different tonight, Clark, and I don't want you driving if you're not feeling like yourself."

"Lex, I'm more myself than I've been in years.

"That doesn't exactly answer my question."

Clark turned the ignition over before turning to face Lex across the scant space between them.

"Do I look high to you, Lex?"

"No, but looks can be deceiving. You're acting kinda like that day you borrowed my Ferrari in some strange fit of teenage rebellion."

"Lex, I'm not high. And, since when did you become so stuffy, anyways?"

Lex's eyes widened in offense at being referred to as stuffy and decided to let the matter go, settling back in the passenger seat. He was still unsure about Clark's new attitude, but couldn't deny the resurgence of his repressed attraction to the younger man. The outfit didn't help in the least. It didn't hurt, either. Even in worn denim and oversized flannel, Clark looked gorgeous; in leather pants and a tightly fitted black tee, he was the embodiment of temptation. He knew he was going to have to keep a close eye on Clark at the club, especially once that jacket came off to reveal biceps he just knew would be bulging around the short sleeves. It wouldn't do for the brunette to be accosted by every uninhibited patron, female and male alike.

Clark shifted into gear and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding through the streets of Metropolis towards the club district. He could feel Lex's increasing arousal like a charge of electricity between them, and Kal growled hungrily inside, warring to take over completely. He slackened the leash minutely, felt a predatory grin twist his lips as Lex's voice sounded in his ear, directing him where to turn. Perfect, he thought as he pulled up to the curb in front of Nexus.

The valet rushed to open the door for him, and Clark stepped out and tossed him the keys. Lex fell in step beside him as he rounded the car and walked up towards the club, the small crowd milling around for a chance to be let in parting instinctively to let Lex and his companion through. At the door, the bouncer took one look at them and opened the door without even bothering to card Clark.

"Mr. Luthor, Kal."

Lex flashed Clark a quick look of bemusement as they stepped through into the club; Clark smiled that small smile that meant he wouldn't expand on it, at least not in the immediate future. They checked their coats, Lex cursing his habit of being right. Clark's arms were definitely more bare and tempting than they had any right to be with so many other people around to notice them. The strobe lights struck them as they walked out of the entrance hallway, red and blue and purple streaks of light flashing disorientingly over the patrons as they danced to the pulsing bass thumping from the speakers hanging from the high ceiling.

There would be little point in trying to shout over the music, so Lex simply took Clark by the arm and led him towards the bar centered along the side wall. It had been a couple years since he'd last bothered to come to this particular venue, but he recognized the bartender, a young blonde man he knew worked here to pay his way through grad-school. The man flashed him a knowing grin and raised an eyebrow in question, lifting two fingers up. Lex nodded back and the bartender slunk off to make their drinks.

Looking around the club, Clark pretended not to notice Lex taking charge again, letting himself be tugged to the bar, letting him order their drinks. He knew it was all just illusion. Lex may have the power that his name and his bank account afford him, but he knew that Lex was powerless against him, physically and emotionally. And he suspected the bald billionaire thrilled at the notion that Clark could easily overpower him. He suspected the real reason Lex had chosen this particular club out of the long line of choices strewn up and down the street. Nexus wasn’t like the other clubs. Beyond the throng of men and women writhing on the dance floor, a long hallway led to a row of private rooms where the only thing forbidden was outright murder. No sexuality was scandalous, no kink too unthinkable, so long as it remained just on this side of the law; banned substances were a no-go, but the management turned a blind eye to all the designer stuff the government hadn't caught up to yet. He’d been here a couple times during his lost summer, and he couldn’t help picturing Lex in one of those rooms, at his mercy.

A nudge at his side drew his mind back from its musing, his eyes dragging back over the various groupings of dancers back to the slimmer man beside him. He took the drink he was handed, mildly surprised that Lex would be so bold as to order him such a strong concoction, and knocked half of it back in one large swallow. Lex raised a brow at him in suspicion when he didn't even so much as sputter at the burn of the alcohol. A quick glance down assured Clark his friend was still half-hard, though the smell of his arousal was diminished by the scents of sweat and alcohol and sex permeating the air. Flashing Lex another teasing grin, Clark let Kal take a tighter rein.

"C'mon, Lex, I wanna dance!" Kal threw back the rest of his drink and pushed off the bar, wading into the throng of dancers before Lex could protest.

Lex blinked twice and gulped down his drink, watching Clark meld into the press of bodies like it was second nature to the brunette. He wasn't surprised by how quickly he captured the attention of those nearest him, his body swaying and flowing to the beat of the music as if it was a physical force moving him with guiding hands.

He'd always found Clark beautiful, sexually alluring even beneath layers of denim and flannel, but this…this was something altogether more. Like sex in motion, the way his hips in perfect rhythm to the pounding bass, the way he ground against the young woman that had turned away from her own partner, pulled into Clark’s orbit. He’d never wanted Clark as badly as he did at this moment, though the flashing red glint of the ring on his left hand tugs at a memory of another time, years ago, when Clark had acted much the same, all full of new-found confidence and domineering attitude. He felt the same sexual thrill as that day when his young friend had asked him to run away with him to Metropolis, and this time, he didn’t have to force himself to go tattling to Jonathan Kent. This time, Clark was an adult, mostly, free to make his own choices.

Lex knew now that that ring had been the cause of the changes in Clark, then and now, that there was something about the stone made from the red meteor rocks that affected him. He knew Clark was special, though they never talked about it, his questioning nature finally stifled to preserve their friendship, and for whatever reason, the meteor rocks had a more profound effect on Clark than they had any other of the mutated Smallvillians. If Clark had willingly sought out one of the few remaining class rings, chosen to let himself be this other self, who was Lex to look a gift horse in the mouth? Maybe it was just the push they both needed to finally stop the endless circling they did around each other, the flirtations and innuendoes that never led any further, both too afraid to cross that line and risk losing what they had of each other. If Clark needed the red to boost his courage enough to finally take the chance, Lex would let him, all too happy to follow the younger man’s lead.

Setting down his empty glass, Lex waved the bartender over and gave him instructions before heading onto the dance floor, set on rescuing Clark from the bold woman who had begun to get more handsy with the brunette than Lex cared for; as if he didn't already regret checking their jackets. Even the men were already circling like sharks, watching Clark like something they wanted to devour.

Kal’s grin widened as he noticed Lex making his way over to him out of the corner of his eye. He had been tempted to listen in when Lex had leaned over the bar to talk to the blonde who had served them, but decided to let Lex surprise him with whatever he was undoubtedly setting up. Feeling playful, Kal pulled the redheaded woman closer to him as Lex approached, noting the flare of nostrils and the minute twitch of one eye as he slinked raunchily with her in time to the music, their groins pressed so close together, they were very nearly fucking. He wanted to laugh out loud when Lex realized the game and took up the challenge, easily inserting himself into a group of men and women, one of each quickly taking place on either side of him.

Kal let his hand skim up the young girl’s side, cupping her breast, as Lex leaned back against the dark-haired man behind him, the stranger’s broad hands gripping Lex’s hips as they moved, the woman in front wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down into an exploring kiss. Lex's hand reached back, unerringly wrapping around the back of the man's head, guiding him down to mouth at the side of his throat. The woman broke the kiss but stayed pressed close, their hips grinding together in a rhythm that Lex must have engineered to match Kal's. The girl in his own arms was oblivious to his divided attention, her mouth tracing along his jaw as she clutched tighter at his waist, moving as though she were trying to get off on him. Kal slid a thigh between her legs and the scent of her heat-slick body increased, the sound of her moan just barely audible even to his ears over the blast of music.

Movement in his peripheral alerted him to the sight of the bartender that had served them crossing around the perimeter of the club towards the VIP tables, a loaded tray in hand. Another glance at Lex showed the bald man now facing the stand-in, the woman mostly forgotten behind him as he undulated against the brunette, the muscles of his arms taut as he dipped and swayed.

The song ended, flowing directly into another, deeper beat. Kal felt thirsty. He abruptly twirled the young woman away, towards the rest of the milling bodies, her shout of protest barely a ping on his radar as he slipped easily through the crowd towards the table in the back corner. Heard similar complaints from the pair left wanting as Lex followed three steps behind. Slid into the booth seat just as Lex reached the edge of the dance floor, light catching the sheen of sweat on his scalp, reflecting red, blue, and purple in time to the bass from the speakers. Popped the cork off the bottle of undoubtedly ridiculously expensive champagne as Lex crossed the gap of space, pouring it into the glasses as he slid in beside him.

"Having fun, Clark?" One brow imperiously raised, daring him to deny the game being played.

"Call me Kal, Lex. And yes, I am having fun. Don't tell me you're not?"

Lex took the glass Kal offered, sipping at the tart liquid before answering. Calculating. Wondering, in the back of his mind if Clark was just toying with him for a thrill. If he really wanted what his game suggested.

"Of course, Kal. Games are always fun. But you should know, Kal, I play to win."

"That's why this is the best game of them all, Lex. Everybody wins." Kal took a gulp of the cool, bubbly drink, looking past Lex to the people dancing wildly. "Well, except for them. They don't get to win, they just get to watch, and count themselves lucky they even got to participate."

Kal could feel the heat wafting off of Lex, scooted closer to feel his thigh pressed against his own. Leaned in to whisper against his ear and thrilled at the shiver he felt rolling under Lex's skin.

"That is, unless you want to bow out? Let some other willing player tap in?"

"Luthor's don't leave a game unfinished, Kal, you should know that by now."

"Good." Pulling away, Kal finished his glass of champagne, and slid out the other side of the booth to stand in front of Lex. "Dance with me!"

Facing away from the glare of flashing lights, Lex caught the gleam of red flicker through Kal's eyes as he waited, his hand outstretched. The thought of those hands clutching at him, caressing, as they had the redhead, overrode any niggling worry about the repercussions their little game might bring about. Lex stood, abandoning his half-full flute of champagne, and slid his hand into Kal's, letting the brunette tug him back onto the dance floor. He might be more turned on by Kal's, and by proxy, Clark's, new take-charge attitude than he'd ever been by anyone trying to dominate him, but now it was his move in their little game, and he was eager to turn the board in his favor. He fully intended on letting Kal fuck him before the night was over, of course, but he had to earn it first.

Lex had gained muscle mass in his arms and chest since Clark had started college, his return to Metropolis adding his workout routine back into his schedule. Nowhere near as impressive as Clark's biceps and pectorals, but still more than enough to turn even the most discerning eye his way. He let that change in his physique work to his advantage as he stood a foot away from Kal, letting himself get lost in the pulsing beat of the music as a new, livelier track started.

He watched Kal's wide grin grow hungrier as he danced, tracked his gaze as it roved over his body, reaping the benefits of Lex's mesh tank and bare arms. As the bright blue of the lights strobed over them, he noticed the growing bulge straining against leather, and shifted closer, his own pants tightening as Kal reached out for him. Gripping his hips, Kal tugged Lex flush against the long length of his body, slotting a hard thigh between his legs as he easily fell into rhythm with Lex's swaying movements.

"It's a shame you always hide all this pretty skin under those suits every day, Lex." Kal's voice was husky in his ear as they ground against each other, heedless of the faceless bodies around them. He shuddered as Kal's breath ghosted over his cheek. "But…at least all those long sleeves and suit jackets keep me from worrying about every person who crosses your path wanting to snatch you up for themselves."

"I could say the same for all those plaid button ups and baggy jeans. Would've given you a whole new wardrobe years ago, except for the fact that I wouldn't be the only one seeing you…like this. God, Kal. Let's end this." Lex slid his hands up Kal's arms, over his shoulders, one hand snaking up into his hair, fingers tangling into rich, brown strands as they've itched to do since the day he woke up on that riverbank. "I didn't bring you here expecting this, but now, I'm not leaving until I get what I want. What we both want."

Everything around them faded away as his fingers gripped tighter, pulling Kal's head down to capture that grinning mouth in a searing kiss.

Kal growled as their lips met, Lex's tug only effectual with his allowance, his lips parting before Lex's tongue had even fully swiped over his bottom lip. Finally. That taste again, after years of longing, so much sweeter without the tinge of murky water. He gripped Lex tighter, swallowing down his gasp of surprised pleasure-pain as he let just a little of his strength show. Lex hardened further against his thigh, further proof towards Kal's assumptions. The kiss deepened and drew out until Lex was forced to come up for air.

"Fuck, Lex. Tell me you have one of those special rooms reserved. I'm not done playing yet, not by a long shot."

"Shit. Yeah, yes. Room three. Can you handle that?"

Kal's shark grin was back, wider than ever, ready to devour.

"I knew you'd choose that one. It's my favorite, too." Kal crushed their mouths together again, this time, his tongue delved deep into Lex’s mouth, exploring, memorizing. “God, Lex, I wanna fucking tear you apart.”

“Let’s go. Now.”

Lex could barely take his eyes off Kal as the brunette pushed their way through the crowd of dancers, hands reaching out, snagging at them, trying to entice them to stay, join them. None of these people held any appeal in comparison to the tall, young man leading him away. Not when he was finally getting a glimpse of honesty from him, with Kal no longer bothering to hide his abilities from him, nearly lifting him into his arms as he walked them, too quickly, towards the back hallway.

“Careful, Kal”, Lex breathed into his ear, “cameras.”

Kal grinned down at Lex, gratified by his non-reaction to the sort-of reveal of his power. Bundling him tighter into his grasp, he sped them across the room, through the long, winding hallway, only stopping once they were in front of the door to room number three. There were no cameras past the entrance of the hall, too many clientele with a need for privacy and willing to spend good money to assure it. He set Lex on his feet, letting him go so he could pull out the key card.

“That was risky, Kal. I won’t ask about what you’re finally letting me in on, or why, but if you really want your secrets to stay secret, a little discretion would make it infinitely easier for me to protect you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet, Lexy. I don’t exactly need a bodyguard, y’know.”

Lex pulled his card out, swiping it over the scanner, and dragged Kal in behind him as the door slid open to admit them. As the door slid back shut, Lex pushed Kal back against the wall beside it, a frown prominent on his face.

“Maybe not, but you do need someone who can keep you off my father’s radar. Lionel has always kept too close an eye on you over the years, and it’s hard enough keeping evidence away from his desk as it is. I won’t lose you to him, Kal. I won’t lose Clark.”

Kal’s eyes flashed heatedly at the possessive tone, the firm, if useless, hand pressing on his chest. He grabbed Lex by the waist again, whirling them so that Lex was the one backed against the wall.

“Fine. No more carelessness.” Kal dipped his head to Lex’s neck, licking fast over his pulse point and reveling in the hitch of breath it garnered. “But, there’s no one watching in here.”

Lex groaned at the implications of that, nodding in surrender as Kal slid his hands from his hips to grip tightly at his shirt. Kal chuckled darkly, and the silence of the soundproofed room was filled with the rending of fabric as he tore Lex's tank top off.

"I think you're gonna need those clothes in your trunk, after all. Even see-through, it covered up too much." Kal ran a hand up Lex's stomach, feeling the ripple and flex of muscle as Lex trembled under his touch. "God, sexy Lexy. Can't believe I waited so long for this."

With a teasing flick of his fingers over Lex's left nipple, Kal stepped back, leaving Lex to sag, breathless, against the wall. He turned and finally surveyed the room, memories of his previous encounters here flashing through his mind. Memories he intended to replace.

There was still the same large bed taking up most of the back wall, though the sheets were black this time, and God, he couldn't wait to see Lex spread out on that sometime. The same restraints hung up along the wall, the same pegboard full of interesting toys and equipment. This was a room built for submission, for dominating. He turned back to Lex, pressed back up against him, mouth trailing over his jaw as he spoke.

"I wanna take you up against the wall, Lexy. Cuffed in those”, Kal cocked his head towards the manacles hanging down from supports driven into the wall, “unable to touch, your legs wrapped around me as I pound into you so hard, you’ll start to worry if the room will crumble around us. Am I wrong in thinking that’s what you want, too?”

“Jesus, fuck! Yeah, want it, Kal. Want you to take me, hard, own me.”

Kal growled at the relinquishing of Lex’s will, biting hard at the side of Lex’s throat and dragging a keening moan from him. In a whirl, he tore off the rest of Lex’s clothes, shredded leather pants and silk boxers tossed one way, shoes, the other, and sped the naked billionaire across the room to where the restraints hung. Peeling off his own shirt slowly - hey, he looked good in this shirt, and Clark couldn’t afford to replace his clothes willy-nilly while budgeting his way through college and Kal wasn’t going to be around long enough for another ATM wrecking spree - he pressed himself against Lex, the feel of Lex’s sweat-slick chest under his making his cock throb.

Kal ran his hands up Lex’s sides and along his arms, urging them up. He made quick work of clamping the manacles around Lex’s slim wrists, his fingers trailing back down the inside of his arms, raising goosebumps in their wake.

As the iron cuffs closed around his wrists, a pang of guilt hit Lex, and he closed his eyes briefly, needing to ask, even if it put an abrupt end to the evening. The lingering conscience that had flourished through his friendship with Clark wouldn’t let him not ask.

"Are you sure this is what you want? What Clark wants? The ring…"

"I could take it off. If sweet, slow, lovemaking is what you really want right now. You can have that with him some other time, Lexy, he wants it, always has. Clark made the decision to hunt the ring down, just for this. Some people drink for courage, Lex. I have the red. I got tired of waiting, got tired of all the complications. This, this is simple, and just as real. Good enough?"

"Yeah." It would have to be. Now that Kal had him restrained and at his mercy, Lex wasn’t sure there was enough of Clark still in control enough to stop if he asked. And, really, it was enough to assuage his doubts just to ask, just to hear Kal claim Clark had chosen this. “Yes, Kal. It’s enough.”

"Good." Kal gripped Lex’s chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting his head up to capture his lips in a bruising, biting kiss. His other hand still slid over his skin, stroking the silky flesh. "God, you feel so soft, Lexy, so smooth.”

Lex shuddered beneath Kal’s exploring fingers, his cock hard against his stomach, the hard length twitching in anticipation every time Kal skirted close to it. He let himself go, the knowledge that they had come to this point together, neither conceding the game, allowing him to submit to Kal without his pride twinging over it.

“Please. Kal, don’t tease.”

Kal nipped at Lex’s lip before dipping his head to trail a path of scorching, wet, kisses along his throat, stopping to worry the skin where he’d bitten a faint mark into him earlier. Lex gasped at the suction over his pulse, knowing that even with his sped up healing, he would have a mark there for a couple of days, impossible to hide, an obvious claim on his body. Like Clark had already claimed his heart, his soul. Kal eased up when he was finally happy with the deep purple bruise blooming under the pale skin, his cock throbbing against his zipper at the possession of this beautiful man. Why had he waited so long to take what was rightfully his, what had been his since he’d breathed new life back into him?

“Kal.”

“Fuck, so pretty when you’re needy. How could Clark have never realized what perfect little submissive you really are, deep down? All he has to do is ask, and there you are, ready to do his bidding. So eager to please him. To please me.”

“Yes…Kal, yes, please. Take your pleasure in me, from me. Use me, Kal.”

Kal groaned against Lex’s collarbone, teeth sinking in just a little deeper as his arousal spiked higher at Lex’s moaning plea. Feeling magnanimous, he let his hand finally wrap around Lex’s erection, stroking the thick length slowly, a dull thud sounding in his ears as Lex let his head fall back against the wall with a broken moan. Metropolis’ most favored son, putty in his hands; all that power, given over willingly to him. It was a high all of its own, more thrilling than even the red.

Still stroking the cock in his hand, Kal continued his exploration of the miles of flesh offered up to him, licking and biting over any spot sensitive enough to elicit a shiver from the older man. He traced his tongue around the pretty, swollen nub of a flushed pink nipple, teeth tugging harder when Lex writhed in his grasp before laving his tongue over the areola to soothe the sting. And still his hand stroked, the way eased now by the spurt of pre-come that slicked the ruddy head and trickled down the shaft.

“Oh, God, Kal!”

“Years of fantasies have nothing on the real thing, Lexy, do they?” Kal kissed and tasted his way down Lex’s body, tongue swirling into his navel, fucking the wet muscle into the indent like a preview of things to come. “Fuck, baby, never thought skin, just bare, simple skin, could taste so sweet. I plan to taste all of you, Lexy.”

Lex lifted his head from the wall to watch as Kal sank to his knees in front of him, only the firm grip around his cock keeping him from tipping over into oblivion at the sight. How many nights had he spent in an empty bed with this image as his companion? How many other faces had morphed into Clark’s as they bent themselves into this position? Nothing compared to reality. Not with that perfect, golden face looking up at him, green eyes bright and glinting red, lips parting as he started to lean forward. Only to stop just an inch away, breath ghosting over heated flesh as he spoke.

“Tell me, Lexy, does that accelerated healing of yours apply to recovery time? Can you go another round if I make you come down my throat?”

“Ah, fuck, Kal! Jesus, do you have any idea what it does to me to hear you talk like that?” Lex bucked forward in Kal’s grip, straining against the chains holding him up in search for leverage. “Do it, please, suck me. Trust me, as long as I’ve waited, I could come three times and still get hard for you. You could fuck my mouth, and I would come just from the taste of you, Kal. I want everything.”

“So do I, Lexy. And I intend to have it.”

With that, Kal slid his mouth down along the length of Lex's cock, his hand slipping away from the base to nudge his legs further apart. Kal swallowed him down greedily, the thin drop of pre-come that seeped from the slit and onto his tongue bursting sharp and tangy on his taste buds, leaving him hungry for more. His hands stroked along the silky bare skin of Lex's thighs as his lips sank down to the base, sparse red curls teasing his nose. He regretted not shedding his own clothes beforehand, the throbbing of his cock edging on painful as his senses were filled with Lex; the scent of him so powerful here, at the crux of him, sweat-damp skin beneath his fingers, trembling at his ministrations, the taste of the cock he'd dreamed about for years, Lex's moans and pleas for more in his ears, his eyes rapt on the way Lex's face twisted in ecstasy as he pulled back, lapping over the tip as it oozed more of that addictive taste.

"Oh, fuck, Kal! Kal, oh, baby, yes, fuck." Lex tried to thrust into Kal's mouth as he drew back along the length, needing that wet heat, that suction around his shaft again. Kal's hands spread out over his hips, pinning him against the wall, and teased that perfect mouth over the head of his cock before swallowing him back down, into the tight enclosure of his throat. "Jesus, Kal, so good! So fucking good, baby, oh, God, dreamed of that mouth for so long. Knew it would be just fucking perfect."

Kal groaned around the girth in his throat, aroused further by the way Lex steadily grew more vocal as he sucked him off; knowing Lex's pleasure was his to give or deny was a heady experience. Eager to finally taste him, he sped his motions along the thick cock, the shaft thickening further as the older man drew close to climax. Holding Lex firmly against the wall, he trailed one hand down between his legs, cupping his balls, fingers slipping back beneath them to the sensitive skin of his perineum.

"Holy fuck, Kal, Kal, gonna come! Fuck! Ahhh!"

Kal swallowed the first spurt of come that filled his mouth just as his nails scraped up over the furl of muscle hidden between the perfect globes of Lex's ass. He let out a prolonged moan at the full taste of Lex, the bitter, musky fluid sparking something primal within him. He suckled the pulsing cock in his mouth, drawing out Lex's orgasm until the lithe body in his hands slumped back, keening mewls sounding in his ears as Lex became sensitive. He pulled off the softening cock slowly, licking away any traces of come lingering on the spent shaft. Releasing his grip on Lex, he stood up, licking his lips, chasing any stray drops.

"Knew you would taste amazing, Lexy."

"Jesus, Kal. How…" Lex panted, trying to recover from the best blow-job he'd ever been on the receiving end of, hating the manacles that kept him from pulling Kal to him. "I don't know whether I want to track down and kill every man you've done that to, or write them each an insanely exorbitant check for helping you perfect your skill."

"Aww, Lexy, jealous? Don't be. None of them compare to you, and none of them got me more than once."

Kal stepped up against Lex, capturing his mouth in a sloppy kiss, thrusting his tongue into Lex's mouth, sharing the taste of him. Feeling Lex settle under him, Kal broke the kiss and undid his belt, undressing at human speed to tease Lex back to arousal. Kept his gaze locked on Lex’s face as he slid his pants down, watched the way blue eyes blew wide with desire again as they took in his nakedness.

“Never would have taken you for one to go commando, Kal.”

“Yeah, well, I also don’t usually wear pants that are a size too tight, either.”

Kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants, Kal sped over to the small dresser by the bed and retrieved the bottle of lube he knew from experience was there. The snick of the cap was loud in the quiet of the room, Lex’s breathing speeding up as Kal poured a large drop of the slick gel onto his fingers, the older man’s heartbeat faster than even when Kal had been going down on him.

“God, you really want this, don’t you? Everything about you right now, is screaming for it.”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, Kal. Please, fuck me.” Lex’s breath was coming out in sharp pants, and if Kal hadn’t known the unlikeliness of it, he would have been concerned that his asthma had made an unexpected return. He knew how much the want, the need, the deep ache of desire to be taken, owned, could leave someone a wreck of themselves. He’d seen it before, but never this appealing, this beautiful. “Please, Kal, I need it. Wanted this for so long.”

Kal stepped back up to him, placing the bottle in Lex’s hand to free one of his own, and wrapped his arm around Lex’s waist, hoisting him up along the wall. He pressed their groins together, groaning loudly as Lex’s cock slid against his own. Instinctively, Lex thrust up against Kal, his legs spreading to wrap around Kal’s broad body.

The feel of Kal, of Clark, pressed against him, skin on skin, warm and hard against his own sweat-damp body, was like finding nirvana, a bliss he’d never managed to achieve through any of the designer drugs or thousand dollar bottles of scotch he’d sampled throughout his misspent youth. Better than any of the faceless fucks in back alleys and rooms like this. Just like he always knew it would be, and better than he ever dared to imagine.

Kal’s grip tightened around him as he took a step back, angling Lex’s body away from the wall. He bent his head to tease his mouth over Lex’s bared throat, renewing the color of the markings he’d left, deepening them. Sliding his slicked hand down, he trailed his fingers between Lex’s cheeks, smirking against his skin as he felt him shudder at the touch of his wet fingertip around the clenching rim. He circled the furl of sensitive skin, pressing the tip of his finger past the ring of muscle as it slowly loosened at his touch. Looking up, he could see Lex's face twisted into a rictus of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard Kal was surprised he hadn't drawn blood. Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue over the white line of scar tissue that divided the otherwise perfect cupid's bow, making the billionaire gasp and let loose the keening whimper of need he'd been biting back.

"That's it, Lexy. Don't hold back now, not when I already know how sweet you sound." Kal let his finger slip further into Lex, thrusting slowly. "God, are all you CEO types like this? So pretty when you finally get to let go, let someone else make all the choices? Think I could track down Bruce Wayne, make him break, make him plead? Or Oliver Queen…bet he'd look almost as pretty as you, stretched open around my fingers."

Lex let out a low growl, teeth bared in a snarl as he fought against his restraints, inadvertently pushing himself harder down on Kal's hand. His legs clamped harder around Kal's hips, thighs straining with the useless effort. All the supine submissiveness gone as he twisted himself towards Kal.

"Don't you dare! You're mine, do you hear me, Kal? I don't care how high you are on the red meteorite, you don't get to touch anyone else like this, ever again. I won't share you."

"Relax, Lexy. I was just teasing. You're so easy to ruffle, and so fucking sexy when you're mad." Kal eased another finger in beside the first, scissoring the digits to stretch the tight passage further. Lex whined again as thick fingers worked him open, sagging back against the wall, the ire he'd worked himself into dissipating and replaced once again by the need to give himself over to the young man surrounding him. "You make such a pretty little submissive, anyway, I don't need anyone else. Christ, you're tight. You gonna be okay like this? Don't think I have the patience now to stretch you as much as you probably need."

Lex moaned as Kal's huge cock thrust up against his own at the same time as his fingers pushed deep into him and crooked, pressing against his prostate. Kal was definitely in the running for the biggest he'd taken, and it had been at least two years since he had bottomed, but pain was no hindrance in the face of the pleasure he knew awaited. After all, Kal wanted to tear him apart, didn't he? What better way to be rent asunder?

"Answer me, Lexy. Can you take me?"

"Yess. Fuck. Do it, Kal. Make it hurt. Make it good."

Shifting them both so that Lex's shoulders were braced against the wall, Kal unwound his arm from around him and reclaimed the bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount over both their cocks and tossed the bottle unerringly over his shoulder to land on the bed. Wrapping his hand around their erections, he stroked in rhythm to the thrusts of his fingers.

Lex yelped at the unexpected grip around his sorely neglected cock, hoping Kal wouldn't linger on this step, not wanting to come again before the brunette was inside him.

"Kal! Wait…condom."

He knew he couldn't get sick, and even if he suspected that Clark, or Kal, couldn't either, he didn't want to take the risk that he might be a carrier and he hadn't bothered to get tested in a while.

"Trust me?"

And that brought Lex to a still. Kal - Clark - had shown him so much tonight, had trusted him without question, exhibiting multiple abilities - speed, strength, acknowledgement of the way the meteors affected him - blindly trusting him to stay, to take it in stride. How could he not do the same now, both of them naked and open, vulnerable. He could destroy the man in front of him just as effectively as Kal could snap his neck with one large hand. But he couldn't, not really. Neither of them could ever bring themselves to hurt the other so permanently, and they both knew it.

"Yes."

And there was Clark, in that blinding flash of smile as the world moved too quickly, pressure around his cock gone as fingers were replaced by the blunt, wide head of Kal's cock pressing against his slick hole. Muscle stretching further, bordering on pain, as Kal pushed slowly into him, eyes widening, darkening. Slick hands found tentative purchase at his hips, fingers digging slightly into skin as he pinned Lex in place, prohibiting him from thrusting himself down on the thick girth that split him open.

"Ohhhh! Kal, please!"

"God, I like it when you beg, Lexy." Another inch deeper, tight heat surrounding his cock as he speared into the man who had given himself up to his mercy. His head reeled with it, the surrender, the culmination of years of longing. Slowly, so slowly, he slid into Lex, his cock throbbing, fighting back the need to slam into the body he had spent so long fantasizing about. He was surprised how much he enjoyed teasing them both by going so slowly, now that he was finally pushing into Lex, instead of the quick, hard fuck he'd promised. "So tight, baby! So pretty, splitting open on my cock, begging for more. My sexy little whore."

Lex moaned at the filth pouring from the polite, young man that he'd hardly ever even curse before tonight, and never without a following blush of embarrassment. His cock twitched at the blatant ownership, the 'whore' uttered as a term of endearment rather than spat out as degradation. Clark had always owned him, heart and soul; this claiming of his body was mere formality. He just hoped that once Kal was set aside, Clark would still be this honest, this open. This masterful.

"Kal…Jesus, Kal, please, take me. Hard, fast." Kal had finally bottomed out within him, the full length and girth of him stretching him more than he'd ever been stretched. He had never felt so full, and he anguished at the way Kal waited, mouth working at that spot again. He wanted to feel that tug of skin against skin as he withdrew, that forcing push as he thrust back in. "Move! Need you to move, Kal."

Kal groaned at the desperation in Lex's voice, and, feeling the slightest bit mean, he dipped his head to Lex's shoulder, scraping his teeth along his jawline up to his ear.

"Now, is that any way to ask for what you want, Alexander?"

Lex's breath hitched in his throat, his cock twitching painfully at the husky voice whispering in his ear. God, he wanted to burn down every club like this one that Clark had honed these skills in. Even the most highly paid dom Lex had ever had in his employ hadn't managed to convey such command in one mere sentence.

"Please, Kal. Please move, please, Kal, fuck me."

"Good boy, Lexy."

And then, he moved. A quick pull out, until his cock nearly left its snug hole, and a deep thrust back in, his balls slapping against the curve of Lex's ass. Lex cried out in relief, both at the movement and the return of Lexy. So, Alexander for disapproval - and didn't that just sting all the more for his upbringing - and Lexy for praise and satisfaction. The new nickname was quickly going to end up making him hard just hearing it, no matter the context.

"Yes!" Lex's arms were aching, pulling against the chain holding him suspended as Kal kept stroking, his legs clenching around his broad back, but he didn't care. The pain only served to ramp his need higher. "Yes, Kal, oh, God, don't stop, please don't stop."

Kal didn't intend to, not anytime soon. He'd never felt like this with anyone he'd been with. None of those anonymous partners had ever made him feel this wanted, this needed. This loved. His cock swelled, all too soon, and he willed his stamina to hold out, to drag out this pleasure as long as he could.

"God, Lexy. So perfect. Fuck! Love the way your ass feels around me, baby."

Minutes passed, the sound of flesh on flesh, and Lex's breathless cries of passion filling the air as Kal pumped into his pliant body, mouthing along his throat and jaw. He could fuck this body forever and never want to come, but eventually, he felt his balls draw up, climax rushing upon him. It was too good to last, the need to spill into the tight passage and mark his claim from the inside too urgent to fight off any longer.

Crushing himself against Lex's body, the older man's cock pressed between them, he sped his thrusts faster.

"Come for me, Lexy. Wanna feel this tight ass squeezing my cock as you fall apart." Kal captured Lex's gasping mouth with his own, his tongue thrusting in as deep as his cock plunged into Lex's ass. "I love you, Lex. As Kal, as Clark. I love you. Come, now!"

Lex screamed out his orgasm, glad once again for the soundproofing of the room and the thundering music of the club that would drown out any sound that might have escaped from between the lips sliding against his own. He felt his orgasm rocket through him, his cock pulsing as ropes of come splattered against Kal's chest, marking him. Claiming him.

Kal felt the muscles clamp down around him, tightly enough that he knew a human would have felt pain where he just felt increasingly incredible pleasure. He let Lex wrench his head away as his release spilled between them, neverending. His own climax spilling as Lex found his voice.

"I love you, too. Always."

"Oh God…coming!"

Kal fought not to crush Lex in his grip as he came, the intensity of his climax unlike anything he'd ever felt. He clamped his eyes shut, the prickle of heat tingling like it hadn't in years. Control had never felt this tenuous with any of his past lovers, and, really, he should have known Lex would be different, even in this.

Finally, as he filled Lex so completely that he could feel the come start to trickle back down his cock, it ended, his breath coming in heaving gasps as he stilled. He pried his eyes open as the heat receded, locking on Lex's wary gaze.

Lex watched Kal as the brunette came down from his orgasm, uncertain who he was looking at.

"Kal?"

"I'm still him, you know. Even with the ring. It's okay, Lexy." Kal pressed Lex against the wall for support as he let go of his hips, one hand going to the other, fingers toying with the ring. "Tell me one thing first. Do you want it like this, like tonight, for real? Even without the red? Do you want to submit to me?"

"Yes." No hesitation, no time taken to think. Just automatic response.

Kal smiled as he tugged the ring off, the curve of his lips never faltering as his eyes flashed red and cleared, Clark shining through.

Clark's lips crushed against Lex's in a bruising kiss, his cock still half-hard hard inside the other man, twitching in interest as their tongues tangled. As the effect of the red meteor rock left Clark's system completely, Lex felt the kiss shift, from fevered and hungry to soft and searching. And this, this was the kiss he'd always imagined they would share. This was all Clark. And it left him just as breathless as any of Kal's ravenous claimings of his mouth.

"Clark."

Clark trailed away from Lex's mouth to rain gentle kisses over his face as he eased himself out of Lex, setting the older man on his feet again and soothing his hands over Lex's wobbly thighs. Lex allowed the petting, still basking, but jostled the chains that kept his arms extended.

"Uh, do you mind?"

Clark smiled almost sheepishly at Lex, his hands sliding back up along Lex's body to his wrists. Keeping his gaze locked on Lex's, he tugged and the chain snapped between his hands. Steel blue eyes widened slightly at the quiet show of strength, and Clark felt Lex's cock twitch in arousal against his hip.

"Showoff. There's keys in the drawer, you know."

Clark grinned smugly.

"Apparently, you liked it."

Before Lex could snark back, Clark scooped him up in his arms and strode across the room to lay him on the bed. Luthor money most definitely meant clean sheets. Crossing over to the adjoining bathroom that was nearly hidden, he found a washcloth and a glass. He filled the glass with cold water and wet the cloth with warm, cleaning himself up cursorily before rejoining Lex.

"Clark, you don't -"

Clark silenced him with a glare, handing him the glass. A raised eyebrow got him to take a sip of the tap water, his nose wrinkling in distaste.

"Diva."

Lex felt tempted to stick his tongue out at that, but clamped down on the urge as Clark swiped the washcloth between his legs, gently cleaning away the mess leaking out of him. He'd never let any of the others even bother attempting aftercare with him, not wanting the coddling from those he barely knew. This was pleasant, though, and something he could get used to.

Tossing the soiled cloth unerringly at a basket in the corner, Clark straightened back up and took the glass from Lex, setting it on the table by the bed. He sped into his clothes, huffing a pleased chuckle at Lex's soft moan of desire and regret at the loss of Clark's skin on display.

Placing a chaste kiss on Lex's lips, he whispered a quiet command to stay and sped out the door.

Clark zipped his way through the crowd to the bar and ordered a Coke. Once the bartender turned to fix the glass, he sped to the coat-check room, which was blissfully unattended, and retrieved their jackets. The bartender turned back around, setting the glass on the counter, and eyed the coats with a modicum of confusion. He was paid too much to bother puzzling over it though, and Clark took the glass without question. Placing his free hand over the top of the glass of soda, he rushed back to the room without spilling a drop.

In the room, he handed Lex the glass, smiling in approval as the slender man drank deeply from it.

"You know, you're going to have to be more circumspect about flitting about in densely populated areas. I'll go bankrupt if I have to pay off every club we go to so they'll wipe their security tapes."

Clark ignored the chiding and took the empty glass from Lex, setting it aside, and pulled him from the bed. He bundled Lex into both coats, making sure he was modestly covered, snatched up Lex's shoes, wallet, and keys, and lifted Lex back into his embrace. Lex sighed in resignation and slung his arms around Clark's neck, knowing he wouldn't be allowed to leave the club under his own power.

Before he opened the door with his free hand, Clark looked down at the precious cargo curled against his body.

"Still trust me?"

"Always, Clark. Always."

"I trust you, too."

And with that he sped them through the club, out the door and through the parking lot to where Lex's Lamborghini was parked. Wordlessly, Lex took the car keys from Clark, unlocked the trunk and changed into a set of the clothes he'd brought along for the brunette. The pants were slightly too big for his slimmer waist, and the shirt cuffs slipped past his wrists - which still were bound in the remains of the manacles - but the attire would do for the short drive to his penthouse. No way was Clark going back to his dorm tonight.

Tonight, they would talk. They would talk about what this meant, about where they would go from here. They would set out expectancies, limits, safe words, and the like. The old questions would not be brought back up. And, then, more than likely, they would have sex again. Without the red. Speaking of…

"Where's the ring, Clark?"

"In your coat pocket."

They shared a grin as Lex revved the engine and they sped off through the streets of Metropolis.

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