“I want you to stop the wedding.”
Clark squirmed, pinned fast under the razor-sharp claws of the
gaze. He wondered, noting the wild mane framing an angular face
and eyes that sought out weakness by instinct, why he’d never
seen the resemblance before. Sprawled loose-limbed on a long, low
couch, one arm slung along the back, Lionel Luthor looked like nothing
so much as a well-fed lion idly considering his next meal.
Clark took a shaky breath and willed himself not to panic; he’d
know it would be this way, after all. “Please.”
“And why should I do that?” Ice cubes chimed against
heavy crystal as Lionel lifted his glass to thin, smiling lips.
“I don’t trust her; she’s not good for him.”
Clark looked away, shame heating his body despite the cavernous
penthouse’s cool climate. “It’s too soon.”
A gravelly chuckle suggested Lionel had no difficulty in reading
between the lines. “Want my son to yourself a little longer,
do you? Why don’t you simply tell him so?”
“I– He won’t listen to me.”
“Fallen out of favor, have we?”
Anger sparked under Clark’s already flushed skin; not at
Lionel’s words, but at their unwelcome truth. He had
tried to talk to Lex, obliquely questioning the wisdom of marrying
again so soon, to someone still so much a stranger. To someone Lex
had suspected of working against him with his father only weeks
ago. Lex’s curt dismissal of Clark’s concerns, the hurt
in steel grey eyes and his stiff body language had all made it clear
that any more direct opposition of Helen would be the final straw
on the already overburdened back of their friendship.
If Lex learned of this meeting, that friendship would be twisted
into something else entirely, but that wasn’t something he
wanted to think about at all. Clark had – Clark was
– something Lionel wanted, and he knew the older man had to
realize this was the opportunity he’d been waiting for.
Lionel’s smug smile disappeared when Clark didn’t respond
to his baiting. Eyes narrowed and lips pursed thoughtfully before
he spoke in his deceptively honeyed voice, “I can see this
means a great deal to you, Clark, but why should Lex listen to me?
My unruly son and I aren’t on the best of terms currently,
as you might have noticed.”
“You gave her that money. Even if she never agreed to work
with you,” a possibility Clark now considered to be very slim,
“he’d still believe it. You could have a change of heart.”
“And after I do, you’ll be there to offer a comforting
shoulder.” Lionel nodded his approval, leaning forward to
set his glass on the sculpted chrome and glass coffee table. “Naturally,
I’d expect something significant in exchange for denying my
son his marital bliss.”
“Naturally,” Clark agreed, lifting his gaze in a steady
stare. Now they were getting somewhere. “I could get you stuff.
Competitor’s files or prototypes or whatever, but I could
get it. Anything you wanted. A one time only deal, and nothing from
LexCorp.” He wanted that point understood.
A toxic smile spilled slowly onto Lionel’s face as he rose
from the couch and approached the spot where Clark was rooted. That
Lionel had personal space issues Clark was already aware of, but
it still made him uncomfortable when the man leaned in close. Moist,
cloying breath fell across Clark’s ear; a shiver of revulsion
skittered down his spine. “I accept your offer, though I have
a somewhat different price in mind.”
“Serve Lex up to you on a silver platter?” Lionel seemed
to retreat inside himself a moment and his laugh suggested its own
agenda. ”Consider it already done.”
“And what do you want from me?” Clark asked nervously,
but determined to seal their deal. There could be no turning back
now, he knew. He’d sold his soul, but he wouldn’t spend
any more time in the devil’s company than he had to.
He swallowed hard; Lionel’s musky cologne was making him
“Don’t look so apprehensive, Clark. I wouldn’t
ask you to commit a felony in the name of ‘true love’.”
Lionel lifted a hand to cup Clark’s cheek and it hung in the
air when he pulled sharply away. A graying brow arched in challenge.
“I only want to touch you, son.”
Lionel shrugged. “It’s a small price I ask.”
“To touch me?” Clark was reeling. Lionel wasn’t
supposed to want this from him.
“Yes, to begin with.” Lionel’s hand finally dropped
and he took a step back. His eyes traveled the length of Clark’s
body, and suddenly his t-shirt and jeans seemed wholly inadequate;
he was as exposed as he’d ever been, and nothing like invulnerable.
The appraising gaze fixed on Clark’s mouth which, realizing
it was hanging open, he snapped audibly shut.
“Your mouth interests me,” Lionel continued, as casually
as if they were discussing the weather. “And I’ll want
to fuck you, of course.”
Numb with shock, Clark just shook his head. “But, I’ve
“Won’t be your first.” Lionel nodded sagely,
sympathetically. “But he can still be yours, Clark. It’s
your choice, naturally.”
But it wasn’t a choice. They’d made a deal. Anything,
Clark had offered, and he knew Lionel wouldn’t let him renege,
however reasonable he was playing at being. A lump of regret grew
in his throat and he swallowed it down with burgeoning tears.
Lionel wasn’t supposed to want this.
“Here, I think.” With a nod of his head Lionel indicated
the lavish penthouse he’d insisted they meet at when Clark
had requested an audience. His hand was back; a calloused thumb
rubbed roughly across Clark’s lips, pushing insistently inside
and making Clark’s acquiescence a foregone conclusion. Dark
eyes dropped, watching as his mouth was forced wider. “I sent
the staff away for the afternoon.”
Clark tipped his head away, skin crawling under Lionel’s
touch, the salt of his skin corrosive on Clark’s tongue. His
head spun with disorienting dizziness, thoughts tripping over each
other in riot to escape, but all that came out when Clark opened
his mouth was, “Let’s get it over with, then.”
There really was nothing else to say.
Lionel laughed appreciatively. “You certainly know how to
flatter a man, Clark. No wonder Lex is so taken with you.”
Lex. The name hit like a meteorite hammer between his
eyes. He was doing this – this thing – for
Lex, and Lex would never, ever forgive him for it. Clark
shook his head in denial. He was doing this for Lex; and
Lex never needed to know about it.
He met Lionel’s hungry gaze with false bravado. “Look,
can we skip the small talk?”
“As you wish,” he agreed in good humor, retreating
back to the couch and dipping to retrieve his glass before he sat
down. “Get undressed. Slowly.”
“We have a deal, right?” Clark glared. “You do
know what I could do to you if you don’t follow through?”
It was a pathetic bluff and they both knew it.
“Take off your clothes, Clark.” Lionel’s voice
had lost all its humor.
The loose t-shirt he wore hit the floor and Clark began to tremble
violently. With jaw tightly clenched against chattering teeth, and
cursing himself for showing Lionel such vulnerability, Clark shucked
his jeans and boxers, toeing his shoes awkwardly off when everything
tangled at his ankles.
A sibilant sigh issued from Lionel and he licked his lips. Fine
leather creaked as he shifted on the couch, slouching down and spreading
his legs suggestively.
Clark understood what was expected and though tempted to delay
the inevitable, doing so would surely mean having Lionel spell it
out for him in the most insulting way. His legs threatened to give
out under him as he covered the distance to the couch, and it was
almost a relief to drop to his knees. Clark’s breath was rapid
and shallow, panting from the short trip.
He raised a shaky hand to the closures above Lionel’s obvious
bulge. “Is this what you want?” he choked out, praying
for a last minute reprieve.
“You have excellent instincts, son. Just follow them and
I’m sure you’ll do beautifully.”
Clark closed his eyes as he clumsily freed Lionel from fine woolen
pants and silk boxers. Scooting blindly forward until he was pressed
against the deep couch he took a deep breath and went down on the
hotly swollen flesh. A slight shifting of Lionel’s hips told
him he was gripping the base of the cock too tightly and he eased
up, sliding his mouth down the length until his lips met his hand.
His mouth was stretched uncomfortably wide and his jaw ached around
the thick member as he began to bob his head slowly up and down.
And here the musk wasn’t expensive cologne, but unexpectedly
familiar Luthor. Enough pure Luthor for Clark to begin
to pretend, with his eyes squeezed shut, that it was Lex in his
mouth, and that helped. He’d imagined doing exactly this to
Lex so many times in recent months that, desperate for an escape,
it wasn’t that hard to superimpose those images, to make the
quiet sounds of appreciation above him Lex’s sounds. Slipping
further into that fantasy, his tongue began to work against the
velvety flesh with more enthusiasm. His pumping hand grew wet with
his own saliva and he moaned softly when his mouth was washed in
a spurt of salty pre-come.
you still taste me when Lex finally kisses you, Clark?” A
clawed hand dragged through his hair, gripping the back of his skull
and holding Clark in place over the thick length as hips snapped
upward, the voice a low growl, “Will he taste me?”
reeled back from Lionel’s lashing taunts, batting the arm
away. “This isn’t about me and Lex… not like that,”
he lied. “Helen’s just not the right woman.”
looked at him almost pityingly and Clark dropped his head, wiping
frantically at his mouth to remove Lionel’s foul taste, hating
the man – hating himself.
in the middle of the floor; stay on your knees.”
pushed him away, rising to rummage in a bureau drawer while Clark
crawled to the center of the living room’s enormous thickly
woven rug. He wondered briefly about its value – anything
to keep from thinking about what he was doing – and dropped
his face into the soft pile, curling his arms around his head. Lionel
returned and dropped to the floor behind Clark, straddling his calves,
and then two big hands were on him, roughly gripping and squeezing
his buttocks, hips and thighs.
You’re quite a treat.”
hand trailed up the inside of his leg and Clark bit his lip against
a protest when Lionel cupped his balls, giving them a twist. “You’re
a virgin, aren’t you, Clark? I know you’ve never given
yourself to Lex, but have there been others?”
Clark gasped, “no one.”
We Luthors like to be first.”
shut up, please,” Clark pleaded. “Just fuck
you begging me, Clark?”
choked on a humorless laugh. “Do you need me to?”
pause followed. “No. I think I’d prefer it if you weren’t
quite so eager.”
cried out when two blunt fingers stabbed sharply into his ass, a
minimum of lubrication easing their way, and he couldn’t imagine
this was Lex behind him even without Lionel’s voice in his
ear. The fingers twisted violently inside him, stretching his ass
until it burned from the abuse. All the while Lionel’s free
hand roamed his shivering body, reaching around to pull his flaccid
cock into a state of semi-erectness before abandoning it to roll
and pinch his nipples between calloused fingers.
finger was added and the fullness in Clark’s ass was spreading
through him with a kind of heat, sparking across his skin. They
twisted again, scraping something that sent a blinding jolt of electric
sensation shuddering through him, and Clark groaned, thrusting back
on Lionel’s hand despite himself.
Lionel murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up his spine, a brand
Clark could feel cooling on his skin when Lionel pulled away. A
stinging tear rolled over his nose, dripping onto the fine carpet
Lionel was now shoving his face into and he took a shuddering breath
to prevent spilling more.
stilled behind him. “Clark, are you crying?” he asked,
all disingenuous concern. “Should I stop?”
“No. Don’t.” Clark finally forced the words into
being. Stopping wasn’t an option; the damage was done, irreparably,
and he wouldn’t leave now without what he came for.
what, Clark? You’re going to have to be specific.”
fingers pulled roughly out of his ass – relief, hope and fear
vying sickeningly for his attention. Then Lionel’s cock, thick
and blunt, was pushing into resisting flesh, breaching him as the
man gripped his hips and pulled Clark back to meet a sharp thrust.
yelped in something like pain and Lionel stilled a moment, his balls
pressed tight against quivering thighs. Then he started to move,
long deep strokes that split Clark open again and again. Urged upright,
Clark leaned listlessly back against Lionel’s hairy chest,
his head lolling on a broad shoulder. He felt hopeless, helpless
against the hands taking possession of his body. Helpless against
his body’s reaction to this new angle, which brought Lionel’s
rioting cock in steady contact with that same high voltage spot.
cock was humiliatingly hard when Lionel took it in hand, jacking
him in counterpoint to the rough slapping of his hips against Clark’s
ass. Hot, whisky soaked grunts sounded harsh in Clark’s ear
as cold, wet lips mouthed his throat and shoulder.
hands twisted cruelly on his nipples and cock and Clark came with
a surprised cry, pulsing out his grudging orgasm on Lionel’s
hand and the carpet. His ass spasmed around the flesh that stretched
him taut, filling him, and Lionel pushed him back down, leaning
heavily over him as he shoved and pounded into Clark’s pliant,
older man came hard, wrapping his arms tightly around Clark’s
hips and rutting deep inside him. Clark lay still as death beneath
the gasping man, humiliation coursing through his body, his new
the heavy weight of Lionel’s frame lifted, his soft cock slipping
wetly from between Clark’s legs and Clark struggled to his
feet. They didn’t speak, their silence filled only by the
sound of Clark pulling his clothing quickly back on.
won’t speak of this again, Clark,” Lionel voiced softly
from too-close behind Clark, running a hand down his goose-fleshed
arm when he jumped. “But we’ll know, won’t we?
Now, go tell my son how you feel about him.”
it’s already done, as I said. I received a call from Lex this
morning.” A snide chuckle burrowed its way under Clark’s
skin and he pulled quickly away, stumbling as he turned to face
the smirking man.
“What?” He shook his head, unable to fully comprehend.
He searched Lionel’s face for some sign of a trick, but for
once, Clark knew he was telling the truth.
called off the wedding of her own volition. She has a mind of her
own, that girl. I like her. Of course, I couldn’t have allowed
her to marry him, ultimately. She knows too much.”
are working with her.” And it really shouldn’t
have been a shock to Clark, especially after what just happened,
but it was. It made him sick what Lionel would do to beat his own
Clark,” Lionel explained indulgently. “But not against
Lex. Not against LexCorp.”
malevolent smile was back, and understanding was a shot of adrenaline
delivered straight to Clark’s pounding heart as he realized
you I’ve been interested in for quite some time. What do you
think my scientists will find when they’ve analyzed the semen
on this carpet, Clark?”
looked desperately at the mess on the floor, and while he decided
which would be more dangerous – leaving the evidence or setting
the carpet aflame with his eyes in front of the man – Lionel
read his mind. “If you destroy the evidence, there’s
still the matter of the blood Dr. Bryce has provided me.”
bile surged into Clark’s throat as sticky come trailed, dripping
down his thighs. “What do you want from me?”
already know that, son. ’Stuff’, as you so eloquently
put it, and LexCorp will certainly be in play.” Lionel
took his glass up from the table and rolled it between his hands.
“For you, the alternative is quite unpleasant.”
head continued to shake, disbelieving; he couldn’t stop it.
He was like a puppet on a string, unconscious, unfeeling. “But,
Lex.” Lionel nodded sympathetically. “You should go
see him now. I’m sure you’ll be a tremendous comfort
to him through the tragedy of his failed engagement, and all the
tragedies to come.”
all Clark could think about was that Lionel was letting him go,
letting him leave. The rest of it couldn’t be real, not what
Lionel had done to him here today or what he would demand of him
tomorrow. Because if it was real, Clark would have to wrap his hands
around the gaunt throat and squeeze until he made a new reality.
stumbled numbly towards the door, a tasty treat released from beneath
the predator’s heavy paw.
Clark,” Lionel called. “If you are going to see Lex,
I’d suggest you shower first.”
slammed the door on Lionel’s mocking laughter and began the
long walk back to Smallville, back to Lex, in no hurry at all to
sunlight was warm on his back, even through his new glass cage.