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Clark was trying his best to hold onto his sanity in this bleak reality, but he didn’t know if there would be any point. His best guess was that he had been in the pocket universe for a month, but he could not be confident without a sun to anchor him in the passage of time. Despite the expanse of obsidian terrain, Clark was painfully aware that was in complete solitude. And while he was free of the cage, there was no light at the end of the tunnel, or any tunnels for that matter. Clark was certain of this - he had checked again and again and again and again.
There was a minor, strange detail which Clark held onto as a sign he might have a sliver of a chance. Every now and then, just as his stomach began to growl, a gold plate of grapes the colour of cotton candy manifested on the ground somewhere in his vicinity. They weren’t like the normal grapes he would buy from the grocer – they were unbelievably sweet. Clark would eat them with his fingers, fighting against the urge to eat them with his face like a ravenous pig, worried that he was somehow being watched and mocked. There was clearly something unusual about these grapes.
After eating, Clark’s hunger always shifted from his belly to his loins. Without the touch of another human in so long, he was starved to have someone to make love to. He refused to touch himself, but it only made things worse, and Clark soon found himself in a state of constant ache.
“Why!? WHY!?” Clark would cry out at times, looking up at the sky as though Lex were sitting next to God, laughing at his misery. Lex made no secret of his loathing and jealousy of Clark, but what would be the point of keeping him here? Why hadn’t Lex acted on his desire to annihilate Superman? It would be easy for him now, Clark thought uneasily.
After his latest ‘meal’, Clark started pacing back and forth, a deep frown set in his face. He willed his cock to stay down and tried to think unsexy thoughts. Despite his best efforts, flashes of past moments with ex-girlfriends entered his mind, so vivid it felt like it was happening that very moment; a breathy whisper in his ear; silky smooth legs wrapping around his waist; tight, wet pussies clenching around his cock. A shiver ran down Clark’s spine and he orgasmed. His eyes flew open, and he looked down in horror and disbelief as he saw his cum had shot across the ground.
“Aw, looks like you ruined your streak” said a familiar voice from behind.
Clark whirled around to see Lex Luthor standing there, a wry smile on his face, blue eyes beaming with wicked delight. Clark’s hand shot to his front, trying to save what little dignity he had. A million different emotions coursed through his mind, but most confronting of all was that the elation he felt at being able to see a human being after so long, even if it was Lex Luthor. Clark wanted to reach out and pull him in, run his hands across his skin, nuzzle into his neck and inhale his scent. At the same time, he wanted to fly forward, grab Lex by the neck, and smack his head against the wall. Clark frowned and tried to silence his thoughts. He could already feel himself getting hard again, but he couldn’t risk acting on those thoughts with Lex holding the key to his freedom.
“Lex…why? Why do you see it fit to torture me like this?” Clark demanded. He straightened his spine and put his hands on his hips, cum-stain be damned. “You’ve taken away my purpose, my dignity, my sanity, but you’ve kept me alive and physically unharmed. For what purpose!? I don’t understand it, and believe me, you’ve given me more than enough time to think about it.”
Lex’s smirk deepened and he put his hands into his pockets, looking Clark up and down. “I always knew you’d be a one-pump chump. Men like you usually are.”
Clark frowned at the off-centre remark, feeling his face turn crimson against his will. That was simply untrue – he had the ability to please a woman for hours on end and had done so many times.
“Don’t try to change the subject, Lex.” He warned, pointing a finger at him.
Lex laughed – it was a childish laugh, like the type that would come from a schoolgirl bully. “Oh, and don’t even get me started on that little thing in your pants. I always knew it was small. Your costume leaves nothing to the imagination” he sneered, turning around to face the cliffs.
Normally, such untrue taunts and insults would fall off Clark’s ego like water on a duck’s back, but Lex was really getting to him. Adrenaline started to course through his body, an unbearable concoction of lust and rage. “You know it’s not true! Stop lying!” Clark bellowed, taking a menacing step towards Lex. Despite Lex’s cool demeanour, Clark could see his Lex’s heart beginning to race too. Clark’s eyes wandered down to Lex’s lower body, his tight ass, his long, slender legs. Clark wanted to run his hand down Lex’s inner thigh and nip at his neck.
“Lie? Oh, I never lie.” Lex teased, though his voice suddenly sounded more serious, like he had just reached a turning point in a chess game, and all his focus was going towards securing check mate. He turned back around, blue eyes wide with delight. “You should know I decided to pay a little visit to Miss Lane before coming here. Hmm, I can still taste her.” He remarked, sucking on the tips of his first four fingers in quick succession. “Oh, how rude of me.” He stuck out his thumb towards Clark. “Sloppy seconds, anyone?”
Clark roared in blind fury and surged forward and grabbed Lex’s neck, flying until they hit the nearest wall.
At the last moment, Clark’s hand flew up and protected the back of Lex’s skull from directly hitting the rock. But through the force of the impact, blood began to drip from Lex’s nostrils. Lex stared back at Clark, a cocky grin on his lips, red steaking through the gaps between his teeth. Clark’s entire body was trembling with rage, lust, and pure bliss at the touch of another person’s flesh.
“I see how it is.” Clark growled. He grabbed Lex’s left wrist and pinned it above his head, thumb caressing against the milky soft skin. “You…you WANT me to do this.” He hissed. For a moment, the two of them said nothing as they sized each other up, both men breathing heavily in the inch of space separating them. Clark moved his right hand to cup Lex’s cheek. Lex’s grin slowly faded, then, under Clark’s palm, he could feel a tiny nod, telling him ‘go’.
Clark rushed in to kiss Lex openly, pressing his tongue against the other man’s, the metallic taste of blood intermingling with saliva. Lex exhaled voicelessly, his other hand pressing against Clark’s right shoulder. Undeterred, Clark’s right hand moved down to Lex’s ass and cupped its entirety in his palm, shifting his lower body close to him. Clark moaned as he felt Lex’s full erection press into him, and he began to grind his hips, rubbing their cocks together through the wool of Lex’s trouser suit.
Clark broke the kiss for a beat and looked at Lex’s face.
Oh.
There it was.
It was unmistakeable. Lex’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he gazed up at Clark, pupils dilated, lips slightly parted, hungry.
“You look so incredibly hot.” Clark murmured, his voice rich with a dark timbre. He grabbed Lex’s shirt in his fist and ripped it in half, buttons popping out under the mighty strength of Clark’s arms.
“Hey, that shirt cost $5,000!” Lex protested.
“Then buy another one.” Clark growled, proceeding to tear his own shirt off. His eyes drank in Lex’s torso – his broad shoulders and thin waist, milk white skin, a whisper of muscle beneath the skin, and visible grooves of his ribs along his sides. So delicate, Clark thought, moving his hands to Lex’s waist.
Lex was the one to move in and kiss him next. His ran his fingertips up and down Clark’s body, squeezing at his pecs, groping his biceps. Clark was acutely aware that he was giving Lex everything he wanted, but he didn’t care – he was starved for more. Clark’s ran his hands down Lex’s legs and rose his eyebrows as he discovered how much muscle Lex’s legs contained. Clark’s hands gripped the fabric then tore Lex’s trousers off, which elicited a strangled noise of arousal tinged with frustration. Clark grabbed Lex’s hips and spun him around on the spot, then grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him to the ground. Lex stumbled onto his hands and knees, ass sticking up in the air.
Clark pulled his own trousers off and began to stroke his 10-inch cock, a triumphant smirk on his face. He stepped forward, stood astride Lex’s body, grabbed Lex’s cheeks and spread them apart, squatting down so the head of his cock was pointing at Lex’s entrance, which was pink and slick with arousal. Lex’s thighs shook violently in anticipation.
“You know, Lex,” Clark began, slowly inching the head of his cock so close Lex could feel the air throbbing between them. “I’ve always been a firm believer in clear, affirmative, and enthusiastic consent. So. Before I do anything, I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me, need me, in fact – I want to hear a full confession – you’ve always wanted Superman, and you’ve always wanted to be on your knees like this, for me.”
“Oh don’t be ridiculous.” Lex retorted, turning his head towards Clark. “I’m just an innocent victim of your monstrous rampage – the only thing I’ll beg you to do is not to make me stroke your ego.”
“If that’s really how you feel, then I’ll stop.”
Lex’s eyebrows rose and he rolled onto his back, propping himself up with his arms.
Clark considered Lex for a moment, how hot and cold he was. So many different emotions coming to the fore for the both of them. Clark realised he didn’t just want to fuck Lex to satisfy his basic urges – he wanted to make love to him to help Lex draw out and face those subconscious emotions fuelling his hatred, so that they could maybe even put the animosity between them to rest and pool their strengths together to help the world, not destroy it.
Clark lowered to his knees. Lex said nothing and gradually parted his legs, pupils dilated and mouth tight. Accepting the invitation, Clark cautiously crawled towards Lex so that he was positioned over the top of him. Clark’s hand moved to Lex’s cheek, searching his eyes for an answer. Lex’s chest rose and fell with every passing second. Clark tilted his head.
“What are you waiting for? Fuck me.” Lex hissed.
Clark let out a quiet sigh. He kissed Lex on the cheek and lined up his cock with his entrance, teasing him for a moment by slicking his head up and down his perineum, before he pushed his cock inside. His jaw fell open at how easy it was glide into Lex’s entrance, and with a twist of shock and flattery, he realised Lex must have prepared himself in advance for this moment. Clark gazed into Lex’s face as he slowly pushed in further and further, until, with a deep and guttural groan, he realised he had filled Lex to the hilt – none of his previous partners had achieved that before.
Clark could feel Lex’s heart pounding against his as their chests pressed together. Lex moved his hand to Clark’s back. Clark moved his attention to Lex’s neck and started kissing at the nape, inhaling his scent; sea salt, amber and cardamom, awakening something deep and primal in his senses. Clark started pulling his hips back, slowly drawing his cock out, inch by inch, then shunted forward, causing Lex to gasp and dig his nails into Clark’s flesh.
Clark sat up and grabbed Lex’s hips, starting a rhythm that was slow as he pulled out, and a rapid powerful hit as he rolled his hips forward.
A wicked glare came across Lex’s face as Clark continued fucking him, grunting with every thrust. “You fuck like a caveman.” Lex hissed. “Just the way you like it.” Clark shot back. “I like it harder.” Lex retorted, turning his head away. Clark reached back and grabbed Lex’s jaw, forcing him to look at him. “Be careful what you wish for.” Clark warned, and he began to ram Lex twice as hard, causing Lex to start screaming with every thrust. Clark’s hand trailed down Lex’s chest, over his navel, down to his belly until he finally reached his cock, and he grabbed it, stroking it with every thrust.
Lex’s hands moved to grab Clark’s forearms as he heaved on top of him. “I’m…I’m…!” Lex panted. Clark immediately knew Lex was about to climax, and with that, he felt his own load building up inside his loins. “Yes, Lex, cum for me, scream for me.” Clark urged, pounding him as hard as he thought Lex could take it. Clark felt himself about to cum and he threw his head back, a curl of hair flopping over his flushed face. He started pulling his hips back so he could cum all over Lex’s belly.
But just as Clark started pulling back, Lex locked his legs around Clark’s hips, holding on for dear life.
“Lex.” Clark breathed, eyes going wide as he realised Lex had utterly trapped him inside. Clark desperately tried squirming away, but Lex had him ensnared so tightly that there was no hope. The act made Clark feel so wanted that it sent an erotic shockwave through his nerves, and as pleasure surged through his loins and through his cock, Clark cried out Lex’s name, shooting his hot cum inside Lex’s warm body. Lex threw his head back and screamed louder than ever, fingernails digging into Clark’s forearms, shooting cum all over his chest, hips twitching upwards as Clark’s throbbing cock continued to pulsate inside his body. Clark’s hands moved to Lex’s ass and pulled him tighter, now wanting to make sure every pulse of cum shot into Lex as deep as possible.
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Clark panted, feeling a tsunami of emotions crashing into him. That was…undeniably the best sex he ever had. But it was also incredibly confusing and even scary. Clark began to feel sick with the instinctive realisation that he had just been severely exploited.
Lex removed his legs from Clark’s waist and released him, an intense look in his eyes.
Clark staggered to his feet, feeling dizzy. He instinctively looked for his clothes, but his gut dropped as he realised he had torn his only clothes into rags.
“Yeah, that wasn’t very smart of you, was it?” Lex admonished. Clark turned around and startled as he saw Lex standing fully clothed, cool and collected, and behaving as though nothing had just happened. “How…?” Clark began.
“I won’t bother explaining my technology to someone who probably flunked middle school science.” Lex sighed, focused on tapping coordinates into his LexWatch. “Where do you store your costume? I’ll send someone to fetch it for you before the press conference.”
“Press conference? What press conference?” Clark asked reluctantly, dread forming a heavy rock in his stomach.
Lex beamed. “I’m glad you asked. You ought to know that I’ve genetically modified my internal organs to allow me to sire the future ruler of Earth.” Lex revealed, rubbing his hand across his belly. “However…prison is no place for a baby. So you’ll hold a conference to venerate my name, praise me for being a changed man, et cetera, and the government will release me.”
Lex’s revelation was a bullet to Clark’s heart. He could have never imagined, even with all his villainous past, that Lex would go so far. Clark has always wanted a child. But he had always wanted a child with someone who he was in a solid loving relationship with, who would raise their child with good morals, just like he was blessed with growing up. There was no way he would agree to the press conference Lex had proposed.
“There’s not a chance in hell I’m doing that.” Clark warned.
“Oh well, you’re still not going to keep me locked up.” Lex warned. “I designed the very infrastructure they chose to lock me in, and here I am. Let me spell it out for you in simple terms – if you don’t do this, I’m just going to turn over a new leaf with my son on a planet so far away that it would take you centuries to find it.”
Clark stared at Lex in abject horror. It took him a few moments to find the words.
“…First of all, that would be OUR child.” He uttered. “Second, I do happen to know enough science to understand that conception is no guarantee.”
Lex cocked his head. “You’re not wrong, Superman, but I’m not going to wait around. I’ll be gone by tomorrow if you don’t venerate me, and you’ll spend the rest of your sad life wondering if you have a son out there, you’ll never meet. Oh, and by the way, he’ll be my son, unless you want to publicly admit to fathering a child with me?”
Clark ran his fingers through his hair and turned away from Lex, beginning to pace on the spot.
Everything Lex said was right. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he let Lex go with their child, forever beyond his love and protection. And publicly claiming his child with Lex would be incredibly complicated for his public image. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t want to be there for his child, even if that had to be behind closed doors.
Clark glanced back and Lex and focused his vision beneath the surface of Lex’s skin. His stomach dropped as he saw Lex was telling the truth – his internal organs were modified; there was no question. His x-ray vision was a certain power he kept under wraps, so Lex had to be telling the truth about his intentions.
“Well?” Lex prompted, raising an eyebrow. “Have I got your compliance?”
Clark inhaled. “You’ll stay on Earth if I venerate you in the press conference.”
“Correct.”
“What happens after that?”
Lex tilted his head. “It all depends on your performance at the press conference. I suggest you worry about that before thinking too far ahead.”
Clark exhaled. The reality of the situation had barely sunk in for him, but for now, he knew he had to go with the best option that seemed to give him a chance to be involved in his child’s life, and as much as he detested the thought of Lex evading justice, Clark felt responsible for falling into his trap and giving him the leverage.
“Lex, I hate everything about this, but…if you do become pregnant, I want you on Earth.” Clark decided, folding his arms. “I’ll…I’ll do it. I’ll do the press conference.” He sighed, bowing his head.
“Finally.” Lex huffedd.
Lex initiated the teleport, and in the blink of an eye, they both disappeared from the pocket universe in a shockwave, abandoned clothing fluttering in the wind.