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Luthors don't	By : chibikitten Category: Smallville > General Views: 3988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi! Smallville is not mine... I know its been a while, but Im back in the writing world, and loving it. This is gonna be a ridiciously short chappie, but its gonna be intense, and really cool IMO. Hope you like it, and please review!
-You have to know all your facts, Lex! you can't just... barge into anything, business related or not, without knowing exactly what you're up against. You are a LUTHOR, and everybody wants to take you out, everyone will want something out of you, everyone will always have a second intention, because of our power, our resources, our very own presence is a menace to all the rest of plebeians in this world. We are extraordinary, Lex... and the world would want to take us out because of that. That is why we must just KNOW all that is around us. Knowledge is power, Lex. And we, as Luthors, live off of power.-
So beautiful. So large and tall, and strong. I've known every valley of skin, licked every muscle, laid my head to rest on every plane, know that heartbeat better than my own, kissed that sweet, soft mouth so many times, everything tastes like it now, and even if I still have the lingering taste of it in my mouth, I still crave it like a junkie, lost my fingers in those soft black hair so many times, I think I can give an approximate number on the silkiness, and I've reached the very peak of pleasure so many times, it became too little, and I want more.
I'll be damned. I'll be completely, royally, utterly damned.
I can feel my teeth just grinding against each other, my palms are sweaty, and I can just FEEL the adrenaline surging through me, the blood rushing through my head, the subconscious, Luthor part of me just RAGING on the inside, screaming, kicking, yelling, just... exploding all over again at Clark Kent, seeing him just standing, all glorious, and beautiful, enticing and sexy, and lovable, soft, strong, and just sublime... and to have him so very blatantly lie to me! God! How hard can it be to just answer a tiny little question? All I want is to know why would that instant transporting bitch is so obsessed with him! Not that I blame her, anyone would come obsessed with Clark, I know I have, but its different! He loves me! I've had him, he has me, I belong to him, and he BELONGS TO ME! So, why is it so hard from him to just... finally open up to me?
He looks at me, and he knows I know he lies. I can feel the heat of his gaze on the middle of my back, tearing a hole at it. I can see the guilt in his reflection on the window, while he shuffles his feet. He takes a step, and opens his mouth, and before he gets a word in, I turn, and take his face into my hand, pushing him to me, claiming his mouth desperately.
I wanna get the taste out of it. Everytime he lies, I swear my mouth becomes bitter and sour, unbearable to me, but the sweetness of his kisses are more than capable to bat it away into oblivion. All I have to do is kiss him, hold him, touch him, make him feel mine, get to feel him with every fiber of my being, so that I can absorb him all, and when he's in me as much I consider myself a part of him, he can cleanse from all the anxiety, the doubting the need, this suffocating RAGE I feel whenever I notice that after a whole six months of being together, he's STILL hiding things from me.
"Lex..." he says, as soon as I give him enough time to breathe a little.
"I want you, Clark..." I interrupt, and kiss him back once more, and feel him accommodate against my desk, sitting on it, and he opened his legs, willingly, easily, comfortably letting my body mesh with his, join him in our shared warmth. Clark is so easy, so pleasant and giving with his body when it comes to me. If only he'd be half as willing with his mind, its like I keep pushing, trying to penetrate an unbreakable wall. Its getting to the point where I don't really know what else to do to keep from thinking about it. "Please, Clark. I need you..."
The beg felt disgustingly right in my lips. So needy, pleading, desperate. And I meant it. I need Clark. To ground me, to keep on keeping me on my toes, to just... be there, and not send me back to the lonely hell he took me out of.
I hear clothes tearing, and only when I see Clark's skin do I notice it was me doing the tearing. I bask in the view, on the golden skin, the pink looking nipples, how those green orbs are fixed upon me, lust laden. God, I love that look, it makes me feel so wanted and cherished, the way I cherish him: with a strength that's almost scary. Its really overwhelming how I've come to just crave Clark, in every way, at everytime, like the air itself, and not really be bothered by it.
I feel him moving, he's pushing me back and he looks like its effortlessly, even though I don't want to, until we're both standing, but he won't stop kissing me.
I hear a metallic sound, and the little part of my brain that's still working recognizes it as a zipper goin down, and then, suddenly, a hand clasps my cock, and I have to grab onto a strong shoulder, afraid my knees would give out. I can feel it, its that shock, that heat I feel everytime Clark touches me. I mean, I love touching Clark, I live for the feeling of his soft skin over the hard muscles, but when he touches ME, its like im floating, Im transported into his other word where I don't weight anything at all, and all I can feel is pleasure, and there is nothing wrong in the world.
I open my eyes, really not noticing I had closed them, and see the wall behind my desk. But then I lean down, and those green orbs are staring right back at me, one hand still on my hard cock, and suddenly, his pink, delicious-looking mouth is holding my cock, and Im as close to heaven as I'll ever be. My eyes close of his own accord, and behind my lids, all I see is not black, but red. Red strings made of pleasure pull me from my groin, all through my body, and its like im contracting, getting smaller, finding my core as Clark takes me as deep as he can, which is all my cock, and then back, sucking on my hard, pulsing meat. My nerves all tingle at the same time. I don't usually react so sensitively, but everything about Clark, everything that has to do with Clark just feels so much MORE for me.
I don't know if its the sheer need to be close to him, to be one with him, to just CLAIM him completely, but suddenly, to my own surprise, im grabbing hold of his head and fucking his mouth, in a gesture I've never done before, and just cumming, shooting my load deep into his mouth, consciously trying to bury myself in there forever, and not leaving it back. A part of me is a little scared I may hurt Clark, but for the most of it, I want to punish him, to hurt him, to make him ache just as much as he hurts me everytime those gorgeous lips get tainted with lies.
But I love him. I need him. God, I fucking hunger for him, so no sooner had I stop cumming, I took his dark hair in my hand, and pulled up, until his mouth was crashed into mine, and I could taste it. I moaned against his mouth, as his soothing sweetness mingled with the taste of me, and I felt myself relax, my muscles loosening up at the taste of us, together, one, the way it should be, eroding the bitterness his lie always left in my taste buds. By the time the kiss ended, I was completely relaxed, leaning against him softly, anger gone, hunger still there, but considerably much more controlled. The taste of me was almost gone from Clark, but I didn't care, I still reveled in the knowledge that I am there, my essence is inside of him, the way no other man has ever done before, and could be perfectly happy to keep on just kissing him... among other things, of course. I felt Clark smiling against my lips.
"Its good to have you kissing me again." he says against my lips, and his breath smell like sex... with a little mint in it. Only Clark could pull off having a fresh breath after giving head. Its almost not human. I fucking love it. Just like all of him.
"Again?" I asked, nibbling on the pink lips. "you talk like I haven't done it in a while" And suddenly, I stop, look at him, and I see the green full of wisdom and understanding, guilt and a sadness there, taking over the usually vibrant green. I want it to rip it away. Even if I came to just understand he knows he's hurting me, I want to take that guilt and sadness away, but for the life of me, I don't know how I could wipe it away, make him not sad for me, without forcing the issue, without caring, with complete disregard of my feelings. I don't know how, Clark. Please, show me how... just as you showed how to love. Without thinking, I smile. And it must be a really brilliant smile, because I see his face shift, a little confusion is laying in his face, the guilt and sadness is slowly slipping away, replaced by hope. I don't know how, but my mouth is moving of his own accord again. "I'd never stop kissing you. No matter what. I love you, Clark. NOTHING in this, or any other world could change that"
And, like a sun rising in the horizon, his smile brightens up the whole room, and I bask in it, smiling back, genuinely smiling for what felt like months of desperately trying to fight my own nature. I never figured that everytime this would happen, I would turn away, I would find the way to not look at his face, trying to not have him outright lying to my face, so I didn't see just how much his own lying was hurting HIM. And my reaction to him didn't help at all.
Instinctively, I pull him in, and I join lips with him once more. Slowly, reverently, soft and loving, trying to convey all my feelings into the single gesture.
"Lex, listen... Im not stupid, and I know you're not. I know you know I have a secret-"
"it doesn't matter. Clark" I silence him, grabbing his hand in mine, resting my forehead against his, his warm breath caressing my face as he spoke. "You're here. With me. You love me and I love you. Nothing else matters"
And I meant it.
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