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Hyperion

The Dark Side

NC-17 for graphic non-con

6,226 words

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The design for the ring was genius, really. Lex wondered why he did not have it already. It was obviously his invention. Well, kryptonite jewelry in itself was no marvel, but this ring looked suspiciously as if it had been intended to stop Clark Kent, and that was definitely something Lex would have thought of. And he knew he had thought of it; he just did not remember the thinking. It must have been one of those infuriating lapses in memory that he had from time to time.

Did he ever make the ring? He must have. He was not the type of person to just think things up and not put them to use. So yes, he had made the ring, he decided. Well, where was it? What had he done with it? Had he ever used it against Clark? Had it been stolen? Had it not worked as well as he had hoped, causing him to scrap it? Where were the memories? He wished he could just scan through forgotten parts of his life as easily as he could through forgotten files before deciding which could be shredded and forgotten again. That was how he had found the ring design.

It was dated only a few years ago. In the interim, Clark had taken on his Superman persona. He had somehow learned to fly. He had taken to wearing spandex. He had become an even bigger pain in the ass than he ever had been. This ring would have been handy. Lex could have easily backed Clark down on many important occasions, if only he had had this simple gold and green kryptonite ring.

He sent the design off immediately to his lab. He would have it soon. He would get the drop on Clark Kent.

***

There was a mole in LexCorp labs. A tremor ran through hands as he held the pipette over green fluid. The ring had been molded and the stone had been cut, but he was being paid to replace the stone today. A few drops of liquid red mixed with other choice chemicals that would interact with Lex's meteor augmentation and…the liquid clouded and bubbled and hissed lowly before turning back to green. As it cooled in a gemstone-shaped mold, he wiped sweat off his brow. This was, in theory, supposed to strengthen the darker tendencies of the wearer. The one who paid him better than Lex wanted Lex to be out of control, more deadly. He did not know why anyone would want that. But if it worked and if Lex found out what he had done, the little mole was in for extreme retribution.

***

At some point in his life, Lex had entertained fantasies of Clark being his lover. But as time and friendships passed, Lex had shoved those fantasies into a little dark corner of his mind, choosing not to think about them. However, every now and then, when he was feeling particularly self-loathing, he'd bring them out again. Oh, they were wonderful fantasies. Clark on his knees, mouth open and ready, big innocent green eyes. Lex's ass in the air, practically in heat, pushing back against Clark. Clark's legs spread wantonly, his cock standing proudly, pulling Lex's leash commandingly.

He could almost taste Clark's cum when had these fantasies. And then he would hate himself. It was bad to be so attracted to an enemy, even when the attraction started before the enmity. It left him weak in the face of Clark. It gave Clark an opening he did not yet know he had. And if Lex continued dragging out his attraction, he was sure that one day, Clark would discover it, as he always discovered things.

When Lex put on his new ring, the desire to murder Clark sparked through him. But even stronger was the desire to destroy Clark entirely, to force him to his knees, to break him with humiliation and the same self-loathing that Lex had attached to his fantasies. He was so focused on destruction that he did not question it. Lex did not care what he was doing when he called for his car. He was going to go to Smallville. He was going to draw Clark out. He had no plan yet, just black need.

The secretary who had taken his call had misunderstood. She thought that he wanted to be driven back to Smallville. He stalked menacingly to her desk, breathed in the fear his angry visage inspired, and corrected then fired her. If her desk had been made of any softer wood, he was sure he would have left fingerprints in it from the way he leaned over it, gripping it so that he would not slap her. Clark first, then everyone else. He needed Clark first.

A preemptively frightened valet delivered Lex's personal car and dropped the keys into his palm with shaky fingers. The steering wheel felt exceptionally good in his hands. It was solid, but had a little give to his clutch. It warmed up to his body temperature, making itself a part of him and his goal. He tore away from the building, watching the road peripherally. He was more focused on the immediate future than the present.

The entire trip, he continued to dream up schemes that would leave Clark whimpering from pain and mortified pleasure. Yes, that would be the ultimate annihilation of Clark Kent. He could force himself on the boy, that was certain. That would be disgrace enough for Clark. But he could make Clark's body like it, and that was degradation enough for Lex.

He made the trip in just under two hours. It was fortunate that no one pulled him over, because he did not want to have officers looking for the bald, rich guy who assaulted one of their own for interfering with his plans. He pulled into his driveway, intent on getting a bigger piece of kryptonite. His ring might subdue Clark, but he wanted to make sure that he had enough to completely immobilize him.

Down the stairs to his private lab, over to his samples, and there was a perfect piece. It was smaller than the palm of his hand, but it would be enough. He put it in a little lead box, wanting to spring it on Clark. It would not do to have symptoms keeping Clark away.

For the first time since putting on the ring, Lex composed himself, taking out his cell phone and calling Clark's farmhouse. If he were not there, then Lex would have to cause a little chaos to draw his attention. Luckily, Clark picked up.

"Hello?"

Lex almost clucked his tongue at Clark still having no caller ID. He was sure that if Clark had, he would not have answered Lex's call. "Clark," he purred into the phone, "it's been so long."

"What do you want?"

Lex could imagine Clark's pupils dilating, his nostrils flaring in anger. "I have something of yours," he lied. "Would you like it back?"

There was a moment's pause, like maybe Clark did a superspeed check of everything he loved from Smallville to Metropolis. "I'm hanging up now."

"Not if you want her to live."

"Who?"

"Come see me, Clark. We'll play pool. I'll drink scotch. It'll be just like old times." The thing about cellular phones that Lex found distasteful was that when he wanted to hang up, there was no slamming the phone back down on the base. How was the person on the other end supposed to know just how much shit he was in with a simple, disinterested tone? Where was the satisfaction?

Well, Clark knew that he was in trouble either way. And Clark would come, because no matter if he knew for certain that all of his cow-eyed trollops were safe, there was a threat to human life and Clark was noble like that. Lex would just have to take his satisfaction in Clark's predictability.

And there was Captain Predictable now, coming in through the front door that Lex had left unlocked just for this purpose. He could have locked it, could have left it for Clark to rip open, but why have to bother tidying up later?

There were no shouts of alarm from staff or sounds of pursuit. Lex had dismissed everyone. The only sound was Clark shouting his name, and it would not take him long to find Lex on his own, so Lex did not respond. He was leaning casually against the pool table, scotch in one hand, the other on the lead box, when Clark found him. When Superman found him.

Clark stomped toward Lex in his red leather boots. Lex smiled predatorily, happy to see him so dressed up. He was loving the costume now. Had he not been so utterly intent upon harm, Lex might have been willing to lick Superman's boots for hours. He settled for watching sinewy muscles slither under fabric stretched too tight. Clark's bare hands fisted in Lex's pressed lapels.

"Option one: You tell me where she is, I get her, you go away, we skip the beating."

"I invite you into my house and this is how you talk to me? Where are your manners, Clark?"

The veins in his neck were beginning to stick out, and sweat was forming on Clark's upper lip. "Option two: I hit you once, you tell me where she is, I get her, you go away."

"Were you planning this speech on your way over here?"

The veins were getting darker now, and a bead of sweat ran down his temple. Clark clenched his jaw. "Option three: I hit you once, you tell me where she is, I hit you again."

"Oh my, Clark, you're sweating a lot. Is your vision getting blurry too? Starting to feel a little sick?"

Clark blinked and looked down, taking stock of himself. He had known that Lex would pull something like this. It had been his hope &endash; in making up the options, yes &endash; that he could just save whoever it was Lex had and get away before any traps Lex set could fully close around him. In this situation where there were too many unknown variables, when even who Lex had or if he had anyone was unknown, Clark's best hope was to bull straight through to Lex's core and get out as soon as possible. As a flash of a green stone set in gold caught his eye, Clark knew that his plan had failed. Now his only hope was to survive whatever Lex wanted to do to him long enough to come up with another plan.

Lex nonchalantly took a sip of his scotch as he opened the lead box a crack. He watched with cool amusement as Clark struggled not to fall. He stayed on his feet a few moments, clinging to Lex's jacket now and willing his strength to remain. Lex could almost taste Clark's turmoil as he slowly sank down to his knees, dragging on Lex's lapels. The way his eyes were so wide and how his mouth dropped open, Clark looked so shocked, as if he had not expected kryptonite to have this effect.

"Why so surprised, Clark? How could you not have seen this coming?"

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" he asked, breathing heavy and pained. Clark knew that Lex was capable of murder, and that as Lex's enemy, he should be near the top of Lex's hit list. But he had not really been confronted with death like this until he was on his knees in front of Lex Luthor.

Setting his tumbler on the frame of the pool table, Lex ran his fingers through Clark's hair. "Yeah, but you've got time. Maybe a long time, depending on how entertaining you are."

"What do you want from me?"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out as we go along. You're naïve, Clark, not stupid," Lex replied as he roughly pushed Clark's head back, letting Superman fall onto his back. He pulled the kryptonite out of the box, and the lack of any shielding at all made Clark so weak that he could barely writhe on the floor. He was such a pretty sight, knees up and feebly struggling not to just splay open, back just beginning to arch in pain.

Lex kneeled down and laid the stone on Clark's chest, causing his whole body to fall slack. "Lex…" It was a plea, barely breathed.

Lex mounted Clark's hips like he was the best show horse in the country. He watched Clark's face as he dug his fingers into Clark's chest, dragging them harshly down over pecs and ribs and stomach.

"Lex &endash; Ah &endash; what…?"

He scooted down Clark's thighs, dragging his fingers lower until they hooked into the gold band around Clark's hips. "You know," he said lazily, "I've always wondered what you were hiding in your spanky pants." Pressing on Clark's hips, Lex pushed himself up and walked to his desk to retrieve a pair of exceptionally sharp scissors.

Clark was looking increasingly horrified as Lex walked back and sat down on his thighs again. When Lex pulled up one leg of the red briefs, Clark found the strength for a burst of struggle, turning his hips in a failed effort to dislodge Lex.

"Stop. We wouldn't want to risk cutting you up now that you're vulnerable, would we?"

"Please, Lex, don't do this."

But Lex did not respond; he only snipped one leg of the briefs and then the other, pulling the front away to find blue spandex suggestively covering what he wanted to see. Lex was mildly surprised he had not thought of this possibility before. Undeterred, Lex gathered up some material and stabbed a blade of the scissors through it, cutting up the hole he had made. He cut all the way up, going around the kryptonite, until the neck of Clark's costume was split, Clark protesting the whole time. He pulled the spandex way from Clark's chest, repositioning the stone on skin. Then he pulled the base of the original cut until material ripped downward to show him Clark's dick.

And there was all of Clark, thick but soft, uncut, lying against Clark's thigh now below a patch of dark hair. Lex ran his fingers through Clark's pubic hair, utterly fascinated with the texture. "You know, the meteor hit before I even sprouted one hair. Bodily, I've been as bald as a baby all my life."

Clark seized on that. "Get off me, you hairless freak." Yes, it would anger Lex immensely and probably get Clark killed faster, but he was desperate enough to say anything to keep Lex from doing what Clark was pretty sure he wanted to do.

Lex looked stunned for half a second, and oddly enough, Clark felt as if he had overstepped a boundary, like he should not have played on his enemy's insecurity. But Lex backhanded that thought right out of his head, and the ring left a stinging cut across his cheek.

"You fucking asshole. You little piece of alien shit. I ought to cut your head off and send it to your mother. How is she going to feel, huh, when she sees your dead face staring up at her? But don't worry, I won't let her feel it for long. I'll hire some thug to kill her right after. A really messy job."

That speared through all of Clark's resistance and hit his core. He could not let anything happen to his mother. If he were brutalized here, that would be better than his mother dying, especially like that. Eyes wide in terror, trying to lift his hand in the automatic gesture of a supplicant, Clark begged for his mother.

"Please, Lex. God, I didn't mean it. I just, it was, I was trying to make you angry. I didn't mean it. Please leave Mom out of it."

Lex looked at him for a moment, appraising. Clark had been practically the only one who had never taken his hairlessness as a welcome to bully. That was why it had gotten to him so badly. But really, Lex had been foolish to think that his nemesis would never stoop to such a level. But then again, maybe Clark was finally telling the truth, and he had not meant it. Though, such a slight could not go unavenged.

Picking up the piece of kryptonite, Lex brought it forward to Clark's mouth. "Kiss it."

"Lex, please," Clark pleaded again, not realizing that this was his penance for the comment.

"Do it, Clark, or I will shove this up your ass and leave you to die, and then all I said about your mother will come true."

Clark hesitantly &endash; or was he just slow from weakness? &endash; puckered his lips to the stone.

"Good. Now lick it," he said as he leaned in to watch. "Show me how sorry you are."

Clark opened his mouth, but gagged before his tongue could connect. "Come on, Clark, you've got to learn how to control that gag reflex. You don't need super strength for that. It's something practically any human can learn to do."

Trying again, Clark gagged once more, but forced himself past the feeling. His tongue touched the stone, nearly causing Clark to convulse, but he made his tongue caress the hard angles of the kryptonite.

"That's my good little Superman," Lex practically cooed. Then he placed the kryptonite back on Clark's chest and kissed Clark. There were years' worth of longing and frustration bleeding through it. Lex almost did not know where to start. He wanted to suck Clark's lips, bite them hard enough to draw blood, and tangle his tongue around Clark's all at the same time.

Clark's little show had made him achingly hard, and Lex rubbed himself against his ex-friend's barely responsive cock. Stimulation was stimulation, but a bit of dry humping was not enough to make the body disobey the mind, which was decidedly against this.

Lex broke the kiss, patting Clark's cheek and smiling as if this had all been a prank. "Apology accepted." But Clark knew that smile was nothing but a shark toothed grin.

Lex had seen Clark take a bullet without a pause. He knew that Clark was invulnerable to that extent. But now with the kryptonite, Lex wanted to bruise him and mark him in ways that Clark would never forget. He wanted to slap Clark, to strangle the life out of him, and to leave handprints and purple fingertip bruises all over his body. He had never felt so indecisive in all his life. The one thing he did know was that he wanted Clark hard. Was that even possible with the kryptonite?

Slithering one hand between them, Lex grasped that warm cock, rubbing the head roughly with his thumb. Clark squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a pained little wheeze. Lex watched, fascinated, as Clark tried to fight the kryptonite and the sensation to get out a few words.

"Lex &endash; what are you doing?"

"An experiment, my little alien. Aren't you curious to know if you can still get it up even through kryptonite?"

"N-no."

But Clark was growing in Lex's hand. There was nowhere to hide from that fact, with the green stone keeping Clark from running. "I'm not a cruel man, Clark &endash;"

"Yes, you are, you bastard." And the hatred in his eyes made the color almost match the otherworldly glow of the kryptonite.

Ignoring him, Lex continued, "To be sure, I'm going to enjoy every moment of this. But so can you."

"I'll never…"

"Not even if I suck your cock?"

"Go to hell."

But there was an undeniable twitch of interest in Lex's hand. Lex fluidly moved down Clark's body so that he was face-to-face with that dark red dick. He stroked it until it stood up on its own, gazing at it calculatingly. Clark mustered enough strength to lift his head and watch wide-eyed as Lex's mouth opened, as his tongue slipped out, and Clark stopped breathing as it approached the base of his cock. Clark was hot against Lex's tongue, and as Lex gave him a long lick up, Clark's head fell back to the floor with a loud thunk.

In a second, Lex's hand had grabbed Clark's balls and squeezed them in warning. "Pay attention, Clark. The next time I tell you to lick my kryptonite, I want you to do it just like this."

Lex rubbed the head of Clark's dick with the flat of his tongue and then flicked the tip of his tongue across it. Clark's hips moved feebly beneath him, and Lex could not tell if it were from Clark wanting to get away or wanting to get more. When the tip of his tongue began to trace the edge of Clark's slit, Lex was finally rewarded with a strangled moan. Lex began to slowing jerk Clark while his tongue tried earnestly to press into Clark's dick.

And then Lex's mouth engulfed the head, and Clark's body shuddered with his breath. Inch by inch, Lex replaced his hand with his mouth, stroking with his tongue now instead of his fingers. Lex sucked his cheeks in, and Clark's hips were definitely moving to get more now, rubbing against the delicious softness of Lex's mouth. His tongue worked against Clark, providing a contrasting roughness, and Lex moved even further down Clark's cock.

The mouthful of Clark made Lex's own dick ache, especially when Clark hit the back of his throat. The kryptonite was taking a lot out of Clark, but Clark was male; the kryptonite could not stop him from making insistent little nudges against the back of Lex's throat. Taking a couple of breaths, Lex swallowed him down. The panting little groans that Clark was making had Lex's dick throbbing, and Lex reached down to rub himself through his pants.

"Aah, Lex…please…" but he could not finish the plea &endash; whatever it was -- when Lex began to hum. Clark practically growled. Lex continued for a few moments until he needed more air, and then he backed off only to swallow Clark again. He paid close attention to the way Clark was trying futilely to fuck his throat and the growing pace of his breath. When he could tell Clark was close, when he could taste the precum, Lex backed off completely, gasping for breath himself. "Please!" Clark demanded.

And Lex just looked at him, eyes dilated and lips swollen and red. Sitting up, Lex quickly stripped off his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt. "What are you begging for, Clark? Do you even know? Can you even say it?" Lex unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper, reaching inside to free his dick from confining fabric. He leaned over Clark, a hand above his head, smirking as he took hold of his own dick and Clark's in one hand. He stroked them together, saying, "Doesn't matter. I know what you want. And I'll give it to you, as long as I get what I want."

"What?" Clark shook out, flushing as he met Lex's eyes.

Lex's hand stilled as he said, "I'm going to put the kryptonite up now, but don't forget about my ring. Don't be stupid. Remember, play along, or I'll kill your mother." He let go of Clark and picked up the kryptonite, quickly placing it back in the lead box and coming back before Clark had time to do much more than sit up, leaning on his elbow. Lex set the box on the floor, grabbing Clark by his hair with the hand that had the ring. Clark cried out in pain as his body sagged and the only thing keeping him upright was the fist in hair.

"And still, it isn't enough for you to go soft," Lex remarked, letting Clark go again. "Maybe you're masochistic. Maybe you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure," he mused.

Clark may have still been hard, but he had also had a few moments to breathe and start to come to his senses. "Just get it over with, Lex. Whatever you're going to do, just do it."

"No, Clark, you're going to do it. You're going to ride my cock and you're going to make it good."

"Fuck you."

"Do I really need to repeat my threats?"

Clark's mouth was an angry slash across his face, but he shook his head.

"Good. Now take off that silly costume and climb aboard."

Lex sat down on the floor, leaning back on his elbows as he watched Clark kick off his boots and shrug out of the tatters of his costume. Lex waved his ringed hand at Clark, motioning him to straddle Lex's hips. When Clark hesitated, Lex said, "You've got thirty seconds. And if I were you, I'd spend that time making sure my cock is nice and wet."

Clark blinked at him a few times before understanding and sullenly kneeled and took Lex's dick in his mouth. Lex smiled to himself when he felt Clark try to copy what he had been told to pay attention to earlier. He enjoyed it for more than the allotted time before telling Clark to stop. "Suck my fingers now." And Clark did, obviously hating him every second of it. But that did not deter Lex; he pulled his fingers from Clark's mouth and quickly had them against Clark's opening. Expertly, he pressed them inside and began to stretch Clark. At first, Clark was frozen, but then to the surprise of both of them, he began to thrust against Lex's fingers.

And when Lex pulled them out, Clark told himself that what he was about to do was okay, because it was not his choice. He lined himself up with Lex's dick, which Lex was so helpfully aiming for him. And Clark pressed down against it, trying to think that he did not want it but he had to do it, so that made it okay. And if he felt more turned on than he had ever been in his life when he was finally sitting on Lex's hips, with Lex's cock finally all the way in side of him, it was just because…because…

Clark started moving, because moving stopped the thinking. His body knew what to do without any input from his brain. He rocked against Lex's hips easily at first, ignoring the fact that Lex was looking on in triumph, ignoring the strength snatching kryptonite tingle on his thigh where Lex's nails were digging in, but enjoying the rough scratch of Lex's zipper against his ass. Lex's nails raked down his thigh, and Clark even enjoyed the sting. But when Lex's hand moved away onto his own stomach, touching himself in ways that Clark just could not bring himself to do though he had always wanted to touch Lex like that, more of Clark's strength rushed back into him and he began to move faster.

Lex's other hand &endash; the one without the ring &endash; moved back to Clark's dick, and it inspired Clark's movements. Clark bucked forward into Lex's hand and then pushed back down again. He watched Lex fondling his own chest, pinching his own nipples, and Clark bit his lip.

"Kiss me, Clark." Lex's voice was low and quiet. Clark arched over Lex, tentatively meeting Lex's lips. It was an open-mouthed, sloppy, wet kiss, because Clark was having trouble concentrating with the hand on his penis and the penis in his ass. Lex rubbed against a shivery place inside him, and Clark moaned into Lex's mouth and grabbed whatever he could for purchase. He had a hand on Lex's shoulder and one on his bicep, and it did not matter that the ring was on that hand, because as long as Clark kept moving he was going to cum.

There was a nice little run of precum dripping down Lex's hand onto his stomach, and Lex was thrusting up hard inside him. And something inside Clark reminded him that it was Lex's soft, smooth skin that was brushing his balls every time he pushed back down, and then Clark was toppling over his orgasm, dragging Lex with him.

Lex, who pulled on his cock like he was trying to physically pull the cum out of him. Lex, who was arching his back and screaming his name, because Clark orgasming around him was just too much to bear. And all those lovely lights behind Clark's eyes, and when he opened them, the way his cum shot out onto Lex's pale chest and stomach. Clark was not thinking, just feeling it all, and it was draining in a way that nothing else was. Apparently, that was true for Lex too, who lying bonelessly on the floor, drinking in great gasps of air.

It occurred to Clark that if he just tried hard enough, he might be able to get the ring off Lex and destroy it. With Lex's cock still softening inside him, Clark grabbed Lex's hand and pulled off the ring. It was not as quick as it would have been if Clark were working at full strength, but it was still too fast for someone who had just lost his mind in an orgasm. By the time Lex reached for the lead box, Clark had tossed the ring far enough away to get his heat vision back, and he blasted it, just like last time. His hand reached the box before Lex's did, and he crushed the soft lead around the kryptonite, making it impossible to open again.

While he was crushing the box, he did not notice the little bit of glowing red mist that wafted up from the ring. The heat had killed the green kryptonite, but it had only vaporized the red in it. And the red now spread out into the air and Clark sucked some in without realizing it.

Lex, who was at a loss to explain what had made him so determined to get himself in this situation, could only gape at Clark when the red flicker went across his eyes.

"Clark &endash;" There was maybe an apology on his lips, because Lex Luthor simply did not work like that, but it died when Clark stood up. Lex had not taken the time to fully appreciate Clark naked -- and he would have really enjoyed it in any other setting -- but the long, lean look up filled with muscles and raw power were rather frightening now that Lex was on the unstoppable fury end of it.

Clark reached down and pulled Lex up harshly by his arm and then tossed him onto the pool table. His tumbler of scotch went flying and the two pool cues that were lying across each other in the middle of the table snapped under back. Lex groaned and cupped his right side where he had hit the rack of balls. He might have cracked a rib or two, but he did not have time to think about that as Clark reached him and flipped him over onto his stomach, pressing him hard against the table with one forearm across his bruising shoulder blades. The broken end of one cue pressed a long bruise across his chest and cut into his skin when he struggled.

"Clark!" he shouted, because he knew that Clark did not work like this either, and if he could just get the real Clark back, then they could stop this before they did something else that they would regret.

There was a hot breath against Lex's ear and then a tongue tracing the shell. "Call me Kal," Clark purred, and then bit Lex's earlobe.

"Oh shit."

Clark had definitely lost his mind, and Lex knew that he had brought this upon himself, he just could not remember exactly why it was so important to do it. But what he should be concentrating on right now is the hard length practically spearing through his pants, rubbing against the cloth covered cleft.

"Did you forget who you were raping, Lex?"

"Clark&emdash;"

"Kal."

"Kal. You have to stop this."

"Why? Are you the only one who can force someone to have sex with him?"

"That isn't what this is about."

There was a sharp tug at Lex's waistband and his pants were down around his knees. "I've got your cum running down my balls saying that is what this is about," Clark growled. "It's time you learn your place. You may be Lex Fucking Luthor, but I'm Kal-El."

"I'll give you anything you want. You want power worthy of Kal-El? I can help you get it. You know I can."

Clark's arm lifted so he could run his hand down Lex's spine and his hips backed off a little bit, as if he were considering it. But then Clark's hands quickly spread him open and Clark said, "No, I think I can handle that all by myself," before brutally plunging inside of Lex.

Lex howled in pain and wounded pride. Nobody fucked a Luthor dry without invitation. Nobody fucked a Luthor without invitation, period. But Clark-Kal and his monster of a cock did not seem to care about rules. Lex tried desperately to free himself, pulling and pushing against the pool table for leverage. But all that did was to further impale himself on Clark's cock, and from the sting inside him, Lex was sure he was only making some bleeding worse. From the little moans Clark was making, he was also making it better for him.

"I never thought you could be so hot, Lex. If I had known how good you felt, I would have taken you a long time ago. I think I'll keep you around."

Lex threw an elbow back against Clark, knowing that it could not possibly hurt him, but needing to do something. Lex could not &endash; would not &endash; be Clark Kent's or Kal-El's or anyone's sex puppet. He was not going to comply with his rape. But Clark only caught him and pressed him back down against the pool table, holding both his hands behind his back in just one of Clark's big paws. The other hand was holding his hip, pulling Lex's ass back and up for a better angle.

Clark leaned over him, and Lex was definitely afraid of everything that was about to happen, but the lick from the base of his skull and over his crown was surprising. And unnerving from the sheer strangeness of it. But then Clark began fucking him with deep, stabbing strokes, and it was not at all pleasurable. At least Lex had had the decency to get Clark wound up so that he would have a good orgasm, even if that was just a part of Lex's plan to torture him. Even when Clark happened to hit Lex's prostate, the almost orgasm faded fast in the face of harder and harder thrusts.

He was breathing hard from them, each inward stroke seeming to crush the breath out of him. The only minutely comforting thing about that was that Clark was breathing hard too, so maybe this would be over soon. Within moments, Lex was crying out in pain as the thrusts grew more violent and hands clamped down on his wrists and hip. Then Clark was loud and hot and heavy on him, spilling himself inside of Lex. Lex's teeth clenched together as Clark pulled out of him, falling gracelessly to the floor behind him, breathing fast and deep.

Lex slid down from the table with marginally more control, sitting at a tilt to keep from agitating even more his sore, bleeding, cum-dripping ass. For once, his brain just could not start thinking about the next step to take. He should be pulling his pants up and running. He could only sit at Superman's feet, watching as Clark sat up and shook his head. He had breathed out the last traces of red kryptonite when he was coming. When Clark finally looked back at him, he was big green innocence all over again.

"God, Lex, I'm sorry." He looked absolutely horrified at what he had done.

Lex wanted to strangle him for apologizing to the man who had raped him. But Lex smiled nastily, too far into his plan to turn back now. It was time to finish the destruction. "No, you're not. You got what you wanted, what's there to be sorry for?"

"Lex, you started&emdash;"

"Yeah, because that's what Lex Fucking Luthor does! He's evil. You know that. But you're just as bad, aren't you?"

Clark shook his head, trying to respond, trying to deny it.

"Tell me, Clark," Lex said smoothly, "why didn't you burn the ring before you started riding me? You could have stopped it just as easily then. I've spent so long trying to get you to be honest with me, but maybe you should just be honest with yourself."

That worked. It had all worked. Clark was on his feet and out of the room too fast for Lex to see, too fast to even get the remains of his super suit. And Lex was on the floor of his office, bleeding, bruised, and brutalized, but he told himself it was worth it.