Descent I:
When Likes Attract
Orithain & Rina
January 2004
Disclaimers: Not ours or they’d have a lot more fun,
and we’d be a lot richer.
Clark was gone, and Lex was determined to use every
dollar he had to find him. Looking up from the cooling body of the
bungler who’d allowed Clark to escape, he nodded at his security team.
"Find him. Now," he ordered. Clark was his, and it was time the
younger man knew it.
Once he’d escaped from Lex, Clark had fled Smallville,
knowing that nowhere was safe from Lex’s influence. In fact, he’d
left Kansas and the United States entirely, disappearing into the
cosmopolitan melting pot that was Tangiers. With a tan and his dark hair,
if he kept his eyes down, he could pass for a native. And he doubted Lex
would look for him here, since he didn’t think Lex knew of his ability
to learn any language almost instantly.
Standing in the bazaar bargaining for his lunch, Clark
smiled bitterly to himself. He really wished his father hadn’t turned
out to be right about Lex.
Tangiers.
"Keeps tabs on him, but do not, I repeat do not
try to apprehend or contact him, understand?" After the voice at the
other end of the call assured him the instructions were clear, Lex
clicked off his cell, grabbing the bag he’d had packed since the day
Clark had left.
"Get the jet ready," he ordered his assistant.
"Contact me in case of emergency only."
"Yes, Mr. Luthor," the young woman said
crisply, already ringing the private hangar as she spoke.
Clark wondered if he was supposed to be so oblivious as
not to notice five different men scattered around the neighborhood
watching him. And what kind of idiot sent two blonds and a redhead to
Tangiers and expected them to blend in? "You’re slipping,
Lex," he muttered under his breath.
However, this meant that Lex knew where he was, and it
wouldn’t be long before he showed up in person. Clark knew that he was
vulnerable where Lex was concerned, that he could never bring himself to
hurt the other man or even say no to him for long if he was determined.
After all, that was most of the reason why he’d run away in the first
place!
He stared morosely down at the small lead-lined box in
his hands, chewing his lip nervously as he tried to decide if it was
worth the consequences. Finally deciding that it was the only way, he
swallowed hard and flipped the box open, immediately feeling the effects
of the glowing red stone in the ring, even before he slipped it on and
tossed the box aside indifferently.
"God, what a fleabag," he said disdainfully,
looking around the small room Clark had rented.
"This is inconspicuous?" Lex snarled,
leveling a cool gaze at the undercover agents for a brief moment before
looking back at his employee. "Since when does ‘rush’ mean do
sloppy work? If you’ve fucked this up..."
"Mr. Luthor, there’s someone here to..." The
stooge at the door squawked and crumpled when a familiar form pushed past
him, and Lex raised his eyebrows when Clark stepped into the suite.
"Leave. Now," he said, not even bothering to direct another
look toward the other men, his eyes locked on Clark even as he noted a
different air about his erstwhile lover.
"Hiya, Sexy," Kal drawled, stalking toward his
prey, green eyes intent. "Didja miss me?"
"Considering you were the one who left, I wonder if
I should ask you the same?" Lex dropped his gaze to the ring on
Clark’s hand, and his smile slowly grew. He’d seen the effects of
this type of kryptonite before, when Clark was much younger, but he hadn’t
understood what was causing the change in his behavior. Now, however, Lex
planned on taking full advantage of the lack of morals brought about by
the radiation.
"Don’t blame me for wimp boy’s arrant
stupidity," Kal sneered, crowding Lex back against the wall and
ripping his shirt off, indifferent to whether the garment might bruise
Lex before giving way. "I know how to have fun without all
the moralizing. And right now, sexy Lexy, I want to fuck you."
"Later we’ll have a talk about ‘wimp boy’ and
what he did," Lex murmured, patches of raw skin on his shoulders
stinging as they hit the wall. "Fuck away - if you can handle
it."
Kal laughed. "The question is, can you?" He
pushed on Lex’s shoulders to make him go down to his knees. "Get
me good and wet, Sexy, ‘cause that’s all the lube you’re getting. I
want to fuck you raw."
Wondering for a second if Clark had dislocated his
shoulder, Lex realized just how much the other man had held himself back
when they were together. His cock hardened even more, however, at the
thought that all this wild power was his. Raising his eyes to meet Clark’s
hard gaze, Lex smiled and licked his lips as he undid Clark’s skintight
jeans and pushed them down over his hips, noticing and approving of the
fact the other man was commando. "Like I said, fuck away," he
purred before leaning in and swallowing Clark’s cock to the root.
"I intend to," Kal rasped, hands curving around
Lex’s head to pull him closer, back arching as he groaned his pleasure.
"You’re such a fucking amazing cocksucker. But that’s enough. I
want your ass." He yanked Lex to his feet and wrenched his pants
free as easily as he had the shirt, only unfastening the belt first to
make sure he didn’t break any bones.
The moment he had Lex naked, aside from the shoes and
socks he didn’t give a damn about, Kal grabbed Lex by the waist, raised
him up and pulled him down onto his cock, not stopping till he was buried
to the hilt inside the other man.
Cursing under his breath as he felt himself tear, Lex dug
his fingers into Clark’s shoulders as he rode out the pain, knowing the
other man wouldn’t feel it. Damn, who knew this lived inside Clark and
fuck if he didn’t want more of it.
Raising his head, Lex met Clark’s gaze and hooked his
ankles together behind his back. "Well, you’ve got it," he
goaded. "What are you planning on doing with it?"
"Ride it hard and put it away wet...
eventually." Kal smirked as he started a punishing rhythm, knowing
damn well that Lex liked pain sometimes, something that his whiny-assed
usual self hadn’t been able to deal with.
"Ahh, fuck," Lex gasped, throwing his head back
against the wall and letting himself hang from Clark’s hands, turned on
almost as much by the unusual sense of helplessness as he was by the
combination pleasure and pain of Clark’s thrusts.
"That’s what I’m doing." Kal laughed,
moving into the middle of the room so Lex didn’t have even the slight
support of the wall and was totally dependent on him. He bent his head to
worry at a nipple, biting and sucking before giving the other the same
treatment.
Both hating and loving the total loss of control, Lex
drew one hand from Clark’s shoulders and reached between them to palm
his own cock, his body rocking in time as much as possible with the other
man’s thrusts.
"That’s it, Sexy," Kal purred darkly,
releasing Lex’s now hard and reddened nipples to watch him jerk
himself. "Come for me. Wanna watch you come hard while I fuck you
over and over."
There was something slightly ominous in that command, and
Lex couldn’t hold back the shudder that ripped through him at the tone
of Clark’s voice, a shudder that changed into tremors as he came, his
ass clamping down on Clark’s cock as his come splattered both their
chests.
"Mmm, good. That’s one." Kal leered down at
him. "Gotta make up for all the time we’ve been apart, Sexy."
He never stopped thrusting into Lex, not caring that he was whining
faintly at the continued stimulation of his body.
"And I repeat," Lex groaned, knowing that, fast
healing or not, he was going to be walking funny for several days after
this, "you’re the one who left."
"So what?" Kal didn’t give a shit. Besides,
it was Clark who left, not him. He wrapped a fist around Lex’s soft
cock, stroking it roughly to arouse him again.
"Just making an observation." Lex winced.
"And if you pull that off, it’s not going to be much use to either
of us."
"I wouldn’t dream of breaking my favorite
toy," Kal chuckled. "But I want to see just how many times you
can come."
"And I would assume you’re going to come too
sometime in here?" Lex asked dryly before sucking in a breath as
Clark’s stroking began to arouse him again.
"Of course. But we’ve never explored just how far
we can go, have we, Sexy?" Kal purred. "Gonna find out what
makes you scream."
Now both of Lex’s eyebrows flew upwards though he
refrained from stating that Clark was the one who’d always wanted to
avoid anything ‘too kinky’. "Been browsing the ‘net, have
you?"
"A little, though I didn’t need to learn much
more. Clark checked it all out, but he was too much of a wuss to try any
of it. I don’t have that problem." Kal smiled wickedly, his eyes
fixed on Lex’s slowly rising cock. "Later when I’ve had my fill
of you, we can go find some playmates and double fuck some bitch. Or
maybe get a guy and he and I can do you. Maybe not," he added,
considering. "This ass is mine. Not sure I want to share it."
He gave a particularly hard, possessive thrust.
Lex chuckled somewhat shakily as his brain seemed to be
migrating south along with all the blood in his body. "Glad to hear
it," he rasped, before cocking his head to the side, groaning when
Clark hit his prostate again and again. "And if Clark’s a wuss,
just what do I call you?"
"Kal. Better get the name right when you’re
screaming it," Kal replied, smirking as Lex reacted to the brutal
fucking. He glanced in the mirror to watch them, frowning at breaks in
their nakedness caused by his clothes and Lex’s shoes and socks. He
quickly stripped them off the remaining garments, shifting easily while
supporting Lex with one hand, smirking at the gasps and moans caused by
the changes in position.
"And just where—ahh fuck—did that name come
from?" Lex gasped, somewhat annoyed at being manhandled this way but
unable to do a thing about it. His time would come though; he knew Clark’s—or
Kal’s—weakness.
"I was born with it. Kal-El of Krypton, to be
precise. But since there’s no longer a Krypton or a House of El, Kal
will do. And right now he wants to do you." Kal smirked at his own
humor, now gripping Lex’s hips and bouncing him on his cock after
making sure that he had the right angle for Lex’s prostate to slam down
on him every time.
Any idea of answering that fascinating bit of information
flew out of Lex’s head, and he moaned, relaxing in Clark - Kal’s
grip, his head falling forward onto the other man’s shoulder, a scream
building up in his throat as he was driven to arousal again.
"Mmm, that’s it, Sexy," Kal rasped, his own
arousal increasing. "Come on, baby. This time you’re gonna take me
with you, gonna come inside you while I make you scream." One hand
again on Lex’s cock, he jerked him roughly, occasionally scratching
lightly at the head.
Conflicting sensations raced over already over-stimulated
nerve endings, and against his will, Lex howled, the ragged cry trailing
on and on as he came and felt Kal slam upward into him, sending hot jets
of come up his ass.
"Fuck, that was hot," Kal groaned, carrying Lex
through to the bedroom of the hotel suite and over to the bed, still deep
inside him. "Oh, by the way, another thing Clark didn’t mention?
Kryptonians are more like human females in that we don’t need recovery
time." He smiled wickedly as he rocked his hips into Lex, keeping
himself hard. "It’s playtime, Sexy."
Oh shit, Lex thought to himself, though he met Kal’s
grin with one of his own. "Something to be said for Kryptonians
then."
"Yup. But don’t worry, I won’t break you."
Kal smirked. "Hate to lose a playmate who’s self-healing... not to
mention sexy as hell." He lowered himself over Lex, pressing him
into the mattress as he licked and nibbled on the scar on Lex’s upper
lip.
Lex managed to push up onto his elbows, looking Kal
square in the eyes. "You do know if you call me that in public, I’m
going to find a way to give you a green kryptonite enema."
"Oooh, kinky." Kal laughed even as something
atavistic rose up in him. "You’re mine, Lex. I would never shame
you in public. That would shame me as well."
"Keep that in mind and we’ll get along just fine,
Kal." Lex shifted his legs up to Kal’s hips and tightened his ass
down around the other man’s cock. "I can see us doing great things
together."
"My father did say my destiny was to rule the world,
and since that’s your ambition too, unless we want to be enemies, which
wouldn’t be nearly as much fun," Kal said, starting to stroke in
and out of Lex again, "we’re going to have to do it
together."
"There’s something to be said for that together
thing," Lex murmured, circling his hips against Kal’s.
"Remind me to ask you about what your father told you later on, will
you?"
"Sure thing. Just think of me as your own personal
PDA." Kal rolled to his back with Lex on top of him. "How are
you at riding, Sexy?"
Lex groaned and braced his hands on Kal’s chest, slowly
straightening up and feeling Kal’s full cock shift within him.
"Why don’t you just wait and see?" Lex smirked, circling his
hips slowly, pleasuring them both.
"Sounds good to me. Especially since I know you and
know how much you hate not being the best at anything you do." Kal
ran a caressing hand over Lex’s thigh, gripping it as he lay back and
watched the other man.
"Mmm, you know me, but I’m looking forward to
finding out exactly who you are, Kal." Lex could feel the pressure
of Kal’s fingers on his leg and knew he’d have his share of bruises
come morning, but he didn’t give a fuck. "I’m sure we’ll both
enjoy it."
Kal thrust up, raising Lex off the bed momentarily before
sinking back down. He watched Lex’s back arch to keep his balance, and
his eyes heated. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous. And all mine." Both
hands stroked possessively up Lex’s torso and down his arms to link
their fingers together, giving Lex something to brace himself against.
Lex tightened his fingers around Kal’s and leaned
forward, staring down into stormy green eyes and swearing he could see
hints of red in their depths. "Funny, that’s just what I always
said about you."
"That’s because you have perfect vision." Kal
watched Lex hungrily, wondering how Clark could have been so stupid to
run away from him. Thank god Lex had come after him and Kal was in charge
now. Nothing was ever going to take Lex away from him again.
"Mine," he growled, thrusting upward again.
"When I said that to Clark, he always looked
uncomfortable." Lex smirked and rocked downward, meeting Kal’s
every move. "I think I like this possessive side of you."
"How convenient since I’m not going
anywhere." Kal raised his head to bite at Lex’s nipples, loving
the ripple of sensation that ran through Lex to him where they were
joined.
"Except back to Metropolis with me once we’re done
here," Lex corrected, shuddering again as Kal teased him.
"Once I’m ready to leave. And assuming that I want
to go to Metropolis. Maybe it’s time to try somewhere else, somewhere
where all the cute little people from Hicksville can’t keep showing up
to be annoying." Kal rocked under him, moving slightly in and out of
Lex’s body.
"My interests are centered in Metropolis," Lex
countered, his tone mild but holding an underlying strength. "I’m
not going to walk away from them no matter how good this is."
He tightened his ass around Clark’s cock as he spoke.
Kal wondered just how Lex thought he could get away if
Kal didn’t want to let him go, but he wanted to fuck Lex not fight with
him, so he let it go. Besides, he didn’t really mind the idea of going
back to Metropolis and lording it over the hicks. And Lex didn’t know
about his newest ability, flying. If he got bored, he could just grab Lex
and go. He smirked wickedly.
Thinking of his abilities gave him an idea, and he
started teasing Lex, first sending a careful blast of his heat vision to
Lex’s cock then following it with his ice breath, alternating hot and
cold on the sensitive member.
"Jesus fucking..." Lex gasped, trying to
scramble off Clark’s lap only to find himself held in an unbreakable
grip. The extreme sensations drove him further toward arousal again, and
he shook his head, breathing heavily. "Makes me wonder just how many
other things Clark hid from me."
"All the fun stuff. But I don’t have any
hang-ups about sex and about what’s allowed," Kal sneered.
"If it feels good, do it. And you feel damn good."
Lex gave a groan in response, his whole body twitching as
Kal heated and cooled his flesh. The darkest part of his mind was
churning with plans for revenge, but the majority was consumed with how
good it all felt.
"C’mon, Sexy, come for me," Kal purred,
fingers still interlaced with Lex, now pressing down on Lex’s shoulders
as he toyed with the older man. He could feel Lex’s body spasming
around him as he continued to torment Lex with flashes of heat and cold.
"Fuck, why did we waste so much time?" He thrust up into Lex
harder, eager to come inside him again.
Lex had just enough presence of mind to arch an eyebrow
at Kal before he was coming again, the sensation laced with pain as heat
and cold washed over him and Kal slammed into him.
Kal felt Lex spasm, and he smirked as he pounded into
Lex, yelling curses as he came. He barely retained the presence of mind
to control his strength and not crush Lex’s fingers as the pleasure
washed through him.
Groaning, he sprawled on the bed, knees raised as a
backrest since he still held Lex in place, enjoying the last ripples
around his cock. "Damn, you’re good."
Lex leaned back and closed his eyes to spare himself the
indignity of collapsing, not that Kal’s hold on him would allow that.
"You have no idea," he murmured.
"But I will." He could see Lex’s exhaustion,
and Kal finally took pity on him, raising him off his still half-hard
cock and drawing Lex up to lie on top of him. "We still have a lot
to learn about each other," he murmured, petting the length of Lex’s
back, enjoying the sensation of the smooth skin beneath his palm.
"I’m looking forward to it," Lex sighed,
rearranging himself enough to get comfortable and as much passing out as
falling asleep.
Kal watched the sleeping man for some time, surprised by
the feelings that were entwined with his possessiveness of Lex. It seemed
that he and Clark had one thing in common: he was still in love with Lex.
Fortunately he didn’t have to let that make a difference since he had
Lex in his bed now, and the two of them would have the world in their
grasp very soon. He smiled arrogantly, the red-tinged green eyes closing
as he relaxed into sleep as well.
Lex awoke much the same way he had every morning of the
past two weeks: locked in Kal’s arms, held in an unbreakable grip. He
chuckled to himself, amused at the turn of events. For years, he’d
tried to keep a hold on Clark this way, and now the tables were turned.
Not that he minded, he and Kal were alike in their thinking, and Kal’s
abilities would make it that much easier for Lex to bring his plans to
fruition once they returned to Metropolis. Speaking of which...
"We need to go back to Metropolis," he said,
knowing from experience that Kal would have woken the moment he did.
Kal sighed, opening one eye to peer at the clock.
"Do you have to wake up so damn early?" he grumbled. "I
thought I wouldn’t have to get up at the crack of down now that I’ve
escaped indentured servitude on the farm." He rolled to his back,
drawing Lex with him and settling the other man atop his chest, arms
still wrapped tightly around Lex’s waist.
"Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. You stop
waking up at five in the morning, and I’ll go back to Buttfuck,
Kansas."
Lex propped himself up on his elbows to better look down
at Kal. "I can deal with those terms. Once we get back, there’s a
certain office I’d like you to have a look around provided you can do
it without tearing the place to shreds." He smirked at that,
recalling his father’s expression at seeing his destroyed office years
ago.
"I can look around from ten blocks away," Kal
pointed out smugly. "X-ray vision, remember? No one will ever know
unless I want them to. Though if you expect me to hack into any files,
that’ll require going there."
"I need the files," Lex answered calmly.
"Not a problem," Kal shrugged. "It’s
kind of fun to outsmart your father. He’s so fucking smug about his
unbeatable security systems." Kal snorted his opinion of that.
"Too bad we can’t tell him we do it for a while."
Thinking of putting one over on Lionel Luthor got Kal
hot, and he pressed his growing cock against Lex. He didn’t want to
hurt him though, so he paused to ask, "How do you feel this
morning?"
Lex snorted out a laugh. "Better than average
healing, Kal—I don’t feel any worse than any other morning in the
past two weeks. The day I can’t take you is the day they can roll me in
my grave."
"Never happen," Kal retorted, reaching between
them to position himself and push into Lex, not stopping until his balls
were pressed to Lex’s ass. "You’re perfect for me, and I’m not
letting you go. Ever." He pulled back and slammed forward again,
claiming him.
"You know, we have to do something about this fetish
you have for dry fucking," Lex hissed, gritting his jaw until his
muscles stretched so that he could enjoy the sensation.
"We used lube last night," Kal pointed out.
"You just like to bitch. Don’t worry, Sexy, I’ll take care of
you." He reached down to grasp Lex’s cock, knowing perfectly well
that the touch would be as much pain as pleasure after all they’d done
the night before.
"Shit..." Lex rasped, squirming as Kal played
him, squirming but knowing it wasn’t any good. Things were definitely
going to change when they got back to Metropolis though.
"You can take me later," Kal offered
magnanimously, sitting up so Lex was now sitting in his lap, impaled on
him. He smirked into the blue eyes before pushing Lex back, one arm
around his back to support him while Kal bit and sucked at his nipples.
Lex’s eyes flashed dangerously, and he tangled his
fingers in Kal’s hair, riding both the sensations and the other man
while he plotted just exactly what he was to do later on. "I plan on
it," he murmured, yanking on Kal’s hair until he finally looked
up, then kissing him ferociously.
Kal saw the flash of anger in Lex’s eyes and he
smirked, looking forward to finding out how Lex would retaliate. He knew
that despite his superior strength, Lex Luthor wasn’t one to be
submissive, and they were going to have a constant—and very arousing—battle
for supremacy. "Good," he laughed, opening his mouth, inviting
Lex inside.
"You say that now..." Lex laughed before
plunging his tongue into Kal’s mouth, mimicking the way he was being
fucked with his motions.
Kal’s tongue met Lex’s, enjoying the sensation of
being claimed. Lex truly was his equal. His hips thrust up, and the arm
that wasn’t providing support moved between them so he could pump Lex’s
cock.
Lex groaned, riding Kal hard, his hands digging into the
other man’s arms as he drew nearer to his climax. It broke over him in
long, shuddering waves, and he leaned more against Kal’s support, his
own body weakened for the moment.
Kal rode the spasms of Lex’s climax and continued
thrusting into him for a short while longer before his hand, now on Lex’s
hip, tightened, and he arched up, raising Lex, and came. "God, I
love fucking you," he sighed as he slowly relaxed and lay flat
again, drawing Lex down with him.
"So I’ve noticed," Lex answered dryly.
"Once we get to Metropolis though... You aren’t going to know what
hit you, Kal—and neither are they."
"I hate to tell you this, Lexy, but when we get back
to Metropolis, I’m still going to be able to bench press you and one of
your wet dreams on wheels with one finger. Hey, can I have one of your
cars?"
"Sure," Lex shrugged negligently. "Pick
whatever one you want."
The sound Kal made was nearly a squeal of excitement.
"Cool! You have the most fucking amazing rides. Got anything in
cherry red? I like red."
Lex arched his eyebrows at the sound that emerged from
Kal’s mouth, but he didn’t comment on it. "If not, we’ll go
find you one. I happen to like you in red too."
"Mmm, my own brand new ‘ghini, complete with new
car smell. I’ll just have to fuck you in it so it smells like you
instead." He stroked Lex’s back, for the moment content just to
lie there together.
"Remind me to have them Scotch-Guard the
seats," Lex murmured wryly. "It can be a reward for getting me
those files."
"What, I don’t get it just for being me?" Kal
managed a Clark-pout before ruining it by snickering. "Sure thing,
Lex, already said I would. And then we can make plans. Like how you’re
going to get around that requirement that the President be at least
thirty-five. Course, once I melt a few of the army’s tanks into slag,
they may get the picture."
Lex chuckled. "With my brains and your brawn the
world’s going to be our toy."
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