Clark arched up violently, straining ineffectually against the
heavy leather cuffs and steel chains that bound his hands and feet.
Restraints that shouldn’t have been sufficient to contain
him; wouldn’t have been close to sufficient without the sickening
green glow of meteorites casting an aquatic shimmer through the
dank and dreary room. He fought to draw breath, struggling against
air of such weight and texture that it might as well have been water.
He lay stripped bare, naked skin glistening with the tangy sweat
of his efforts, the long, golden body quivering from his battle
before muscle control fled completely and heavy limbs fell limply
to the table on which he’d been secured.
Waited then for Lex to retreat from the shadows.
<< “A dungeon, Lex? This is so cool.”
“My father’s to blame, of course.
One day I’ll thank him for his foresight.”
Lex watched in silence as Clark weakened more from minute to minute
– the scientist in him on auto-pilot, mentally cataloguing
Clark’s responses to the stimulus. But he wasn’t paying
much attention at all to the scientist in him. This moment wasn’t
about Clark the Alien. This moment was about having Clark the way
he’d always wanted him. Owning Clark.
<< “You shouldn’t have lied to me. It
didn’t have to be this way.” >>
And Lex had known this moment would be unlike… anything.
Ever. He’d known that, but still hadn’t been
prepared for the reality of the beautiful boy – so fucking
beautiful – spread wide and waiting and at his disposal.
Both boys’ cocks were hard and aching. Clark’s obvious
and humiliating; Lex’s not at all unexpected. Shameful –
and somehow better for that – in his infinite power over the
long-time object of obsessive desire.
<< “Lex, please… I swear I wanted to tell you the
truth. God, I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt you are.” >>
Pain dazed eyes struggled to meet and hold his own as Lex finally
moved to the steel monstrosity upon which Clark’s splayed
body rested – a modern representation of the medieval rack
that must once have occupied the bowels of the behemoth castle.
He smoothed damp curls from the boy’s flushed face and stared
intently into hazel eyes.
Clark moaned under the stroking and, satisfied he was lucid and
responsive, Lex allowed himself a closer inspection of his prize.
Cool fingers gently traced sweat slickened features – firm
pad of thumb across finely a drawn brow, brushing a thick fringe
of lash when Clark’s eyes fluttered closed; the back of his
fingers marking a hollowed cheek. Slate eyes unreadable, compelling
in their dispassionate regard even as he rubbed his thumb over a
lush red-ripe mouth.
Clark swallowed hard against the saliva pooling in the back of
his throat, the muscles there reluctant to obey. He didn’t
protest the inevitable push of fingers into his mouth when they
came, penetrating him. He tasted Lex in the suggestive slide –
in and out of his mouth, over his tongue. When those fingers paused
at the threshold of his mouth, heavy on his lower lip, his tongue
darted out to skim quickly over the immaculate edge of manicured
Lex’s eyes dilated in response to the invitation, his breathing
instantly as laboured as Clark’s.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Clark.”
Clark whimpered and bucked against his restraints; trembled beneath
the hard, sure stroke of Lex’s palm across the deeply muscled
Lex savored the strangled moan Clark choked off when he bent down
to suck and tease the flesh of one dusky nipple between sharp teeth
while he twisted and pulled at the other – hard enough to
bruise, but there was no need for care. Hard enough to make the
boy writhe under his mouth and hands, and the sounds he
was making – like no drug Lex had ever had tasted, and he’d
sampled them all. The purest addiction.
Lex straightened and tugged at his belt with one hand while the
other claimed more of the satiny flesh, hard muscle and bone –
mapping down lean ribs and rippled abdominals to close tight around
Clark’s rigid erection, the delicate skin scorching in his
hand. Heady, soft whining from the back of Clark’s throat,
and Lex was already a junkie.
“Beg me to fuck you, Clark. We both know you want
it… don’t dare deny it. I won’t listen to another
filthy lie from that sweet mouth of yours. I’ll gag you first.”
Lex’s pants whispered to the floor and were kicked away, one
hand moving to work his shirt buttons free while he jacked Clark
torturously slow with the other.
“Please what? Please release you? Please believe you’re
my friend? Please believe your alien mind has any better comprehension
of the concept than I do? You have to be more specific than just
“Please fuck me.” Clark twisted under a punishing squeeze
to his cock.
“All these months you’ve made me feel inadequate –
unworthy of your friendship. It was nothing but a game
to you, was it?”
“No! No, it wasn’t a game, I swear. I couldn’t
tell you – ”
“You could have told me. We both know you could
have. You chose not to. Now you want me to fuck you.”
“Please, Lex. I’m sorry. I love you, I do. I just…
I need you. Fuck me, Lex, please. Please.”
“It’s ironic, Clark. You’re a consummate liar,
and I never gave you credit.”
Tears puddled in pleading eyes, and Lex leaned in to lap the first
salty drops that fell from Clark’s temple. His hoarse whisper
drew a shudder from Clark’s supine form. “Even your
tears taste sweet, Clark.”
Lex shed the rest of his clothing quickly, matter-of-factly draping
it over the low adjacent instrument table upon which the non-descript
lead box sat open, spilling deadly truth into the room. He climbed
onto the cold lab table and stretched out over Clark’s fevered
body. Fisted his hands in thick, dark hair and took Clark’s
mouth, fucked it with a hungry, insistent tongue.
Clark groaned into his mouth as hard cocks brushed; gasped for
breath when Lex turned his attention to the sensitive skin of his
throat, tasting him with long broad sweeps of tongue and sharp teeth.
Lex searched blindly for the lube under his discarded clothes,
slicked his fingers and pulled back to watch Clark greedily as he
cupped and squeezed the boy before moving determinedly on.
Clark’s head thrashed as he pushed two fingers in deep, thumb
pressing into the soft skin behind his balls. Eyes shut tight, lips
parted and panting hard, pink tongue peeking out to wet that mouth
Lex couldn’t get enough of.
“So fucking beautiful… wanted you like this
since I saw you on the cross.” Three fingers thrusting hard
and fast into silky heat. Hot, tight alien ass, and he
needed to be there already. Wanted everything that was
exposed once the secrets and lies were stripped away.
Lex sat back on his heels and barely slicked his cock – they’d
both feel this – and reached back to release Clark’s
legs. Slack now, they jerked weakly when Lex lifted them over his
The head of his cock nudged Clark, poised at his entrance while
Lex claimed his mouth in another bruising kiss, staring down into
Clark’s wide, accepting eyes.
“You’re mine now, Clark. Completely.”
“Yes, Lex. Please.”
A sharp thrust and Lex was burning a path into Clark’s yielding
flesh. There was no need to wait for the body heaving beneath him
to ease from the violence of his entry; he drove in again and again,
rhythm rough and uneven with the instinct to mark Clark his
overriding all else. Each deep thrust tore pained, ecstatic cries
from both, echoing off cold stone walls.
Hard, frantic bodies slid against each other, Clark rising to meet
each stroke with every ounce of his diminished strength, Lex’s
harsh breathing rasping in his ear.
“Lex!” Hot come spattered Lex’s abdomen
and chest, driving him deeper, harder into the heat – faster
over the precipice, until he was free falling into the mindless
void of his own release.
Lex collapsed numb and spent on top of the sweaty, trembling boy;
lay there for a long moment before rolling over onto the table,
dimly aware of Clark straining to draw air into his lungs while
he continued to gasp for breath himself. When his limbs finally
cooperated, he quietly reached over and snapped the box closed,
snuffing out the meteors’ green glow.
Clark drew several gulping breaths as his sickly pallor quickly
recovered its natural flush. Hazel eyes bore into Lex as he slowly
unfastened the now pointless shackles binding Clark’s wrists
to the corners of the table.
A sickening jumble of emotions strangled Lex as he felt long limbs
enveloping him, pulling him down again.
“Thank you, Lex.”
Lex choked out a ragged laugh, “Don’t ever ask me to
do that again.”
Clark smiled slyly, and murmured into the hollow behind his ear,
“Yeah, right, Lex. I know you loved it.”
Clark pondered that all encompassing sentiment for a long moment
before breaking the comfortable silence.
“So you wanna go upstairs? This table kind of sucks. Don’t
they make padded lab tables for evil geniuses of the truly perverse?”
He teased a very wet tongue into his lover’s ear.
“A custom job would have taken considerably longer. Next
time you demand extravagant sex props give a guy some notice. And
get your tongue out of my ear; I’m no longer in the mood,
They lay quietly in the warmth of their tangled embrace, exhaustion
and contentment fighting a silent battle with the desire to be already
cocooned in Lex’s beckoning bed.
“You know I will never betray you, don’t you?
And that you’re right to hide your secrets, even when you
were hiding them from me?”
“I know, Lex, but I lied to you every day – every time
I called myself your friend it was like a lie. I just…needed
this.” Clark leaned back, allowing Lex room to turn and press
a tender kiss to his lips, then tucked his head into the fragrant
crook of Lex’s neck.
Lex curled his arms around Clark and held him tight. “I just
don’t want you having those nightmares anymore. This…
do you really think this will help?”
“Um… you know, Lex, I never actually said
they were nightmares,” Clark mumbled against his skin. “I
said you found out about me and kidnapped me for experiments. I
can see why you’d think that, though.” He sucked
lightly on the pulse point throbbing on Lex’s neck before
continuing. “I guess I should have explained better, but I
thought my raging hard-on kind of gave me away.”
“Jesus, Clark – wet dreams?” Surprise
registered at Clark’s reluctant admission. “You are
far too young to have such serious kinks.”
“I know. You’re a very lucky man, Lex.” His hot
breath drew a shiver as he whispered in Lex’s ear, “I’m