Back Then
by Gail (gem225@gmail.com)
Smallville
Lex Luthor/Clark Kent
Rating: adult
Green Kryptonite plus Clark Kent plus Lex Luthor plus red Kryptonite lead to reminiscences, revelations, regrets, and rape.
Disclaimer: None of the characters herein portrayed are mine by any means, and I make no profit from this story.
Please do not archive this story without asking me first. It's more than likely that I'll agree, but I want to know where my stories are.
Warning: rape
Thanks to Tinnean, acampbell, and Scarlet for all their encouragement, and extra thanks to Tinnean and acampbell for their betas.
*****
"Hello, Clark."
Clark Kent - Superman - struggled to wake up. Something was wrong. He couldn't move his arms or his legs. The last things he remembered were turning down into a narrow alley near the Daily Planet, where the man who'd called him, promising him a lead on something Lex Luthor was up to if he'd meet him, and feeling suddenly weak and sick in a way that he knew had to be from Kryptonite before he lost consciousness.
He'd been set up.
"You're not awake yet? It's all right. I can wait. Just like I always have, for you." Crooning voice, and he was almost sure that he knew the speaker.
Clark got his eyes open, found himself looking up at nothing much more than a ceiling, and turned his head with an effort toward the voice. Yes, there was Lex Luthor, smiling at him, looking as happy as he'd ever seen him. Looking happy as he had when they used to hang out together in Smallville.
He hadn't thought of Lex and Smallville for years. Lex wasn't that person any more. He'd learned to put those memories away. His friend was gone. There was nothing he could do about that. Nothing.
Lex had chosen darkness and lies. Clark had chosen justice and light.
There was really no way that they could have stayed friends after that.
He pulled against the metal bands holding him to the metal table, but he could barely move. Was there Kryptonite here too?
Lex, still smiling, wordlessly held up a green glowing shard of... yes, Kryptonite. No wonder he was feeling so weak and drained.
"This isn't the only piece here, Clark." Lex's smile spread. "Not the only color, either. Shall I take the red one out of its case? I hear that has a very interesting effect on you. I'd really like to see that." Clark made himself keep staring at Lex. "But I can wait for that." He stroked his finger down a wide facet of the stone. "You used to wait for me too, didn't you? Waited for me to talk to you. Waited for me to do you favors. You stopped waiting for that, but you never were able to stop waiting for me to touch you, were you, Clark? And I never, never touched you the way you wanted me to, the way I wanted to. You were too young. It wouldn't have been right." Lex's eyes were gleaming now. "Poor Clark, always waiting, and never being willing to tell me the truth about yourself, no matter how many times I asked you to. So I gave up. You were who you were, and you weren't willing to trust me and tell me. But I kept your secret. I didn't have to, but I did. And then when you were old enough, you left Smallville and came to Metropolis, the big city, where you decided to put on that stupid costume and fight me." Clark clenched his lips. He couldn't have told him anything, but it was no use telling Lex that now. "And of course fighting me and my evil ways had to mean you didn't want me, right, Clark?"
He was wrong. He'd never thought of Lex that way. "I didn't *want* you. You were my friend. You were the one who stopped that."
Lex laughed. "No, Clark. *You* stopped that."
Clark shook his head but said nothing. He felt sick, and the feeling wasn't going to go away. Lex was holding the green piece of Kryptonite close enough to him to make it glow, which meant that it was working, not that he needed external data to confirm that, and Lex wasn't going to put it down or put it away any time soon. Lex was enjoying having him there, and Lex was going to keep him there until he was finished or until he, Clark, got away - which was going to be hard to do. Maybe it wouldn't be possible at all.
"I should have taken you to bed when you were all wide-eyed and begging for it like some kind of cute puppy, Clark. You wanted it. You wanted it so badly." Lex's voice softened. "Remember, Clark? You used to get hard every time we were together. Oh yes, I saw you, and I smelled you. Remember that time I joked about it? I thought maybe if we could talk about it you'd feel better. You blushed, told me you were thinking about Lana. But you weren't. Of course I didn't let myself really know it, because we were friends," he put scorn into the word, and Clark winced, "and male friends didn't have sex. Well, we're not friends any more, are we? And I've got you here, bound, and soon I'll take those trousers off you, and maybe that shirt too. You really could do with some better clothes than that suit you've got on. I'll see what I can do about that, Clark. After all, I like a man who looks good in the clothes he chooses to wear. Then... well, we'll see, won't we, Clark? But I bet you have some idea about what I've got planned for you."
He *had* been thinking about Lana, not about Lex and his smile and his warm, long fingers and his perfect clothes and his deep, sure voice. Lex - friend. Lana - girlfriend, or so he'd hoped. Lex was deluding himself, but then Lex seemed to be good at that.
"Rape. Lex, I didn't think you'd sunk that low." Maybe that would stop him. Maybe there was something of his friend Lex still in there.
Lex laughed, and Clark swallowed at the glee in it. "Funny, Clark. I'm not the one wearing a costume and hiding my identity from everyone. If people cared to do even a little bit of work, they'd know what I was doing. But they don't. People are sheep, Clark. They like following a leader and doing what they're told."
Lex bent over, close enough so that Clark could feel his breath on his lips. He swallowed again. "Lex. Stop this."
"It's really cute how you think you can *control* this, Clark. But because we were friends once, and because I want you to have no way to deny later that you enjoyed this, I'll take it slow. You *will* enjoy this, my once-friend. I promise."
"I will not enjoy being raped." No one could. Lex had some kind of idea that he could make it good for him, but no. Maybe Lex was trying to scare him into thinking he'd rape him to see how he'd react, if he'd fold and beg. Well, fine. He'd give him a strong front and Lex would give it up, let him go, move on. And if not - he'd give Lex nothing.
Lex laughed softly. "Clark, you're so naive still. I'm amazed. You can fly around the world, but you can't let go of those Smallville standards. I should have gotten you the hell out of there when I could have."
Would he have gone? No. He loved his parents. He loved Smallville. He liked Lex.
But... he'd really liked Lex, and his parents had been full of rules and worries and all kinds of chores... he would have considered any offer Lex had made him then.
He might have even taken it. Lex was good at making the most insane thing sound reasonable and appealing, and he was good at knowing just when to propose these insane things.
Just like he was doing now. No. He wouldn't give in to Lex Luthor.
"Lex, please. This isn't who you are. Let me go." He put all of the firmness he had left into his voice.
"Ah, but it *is*, Clark, and I can see it's my obligation to make sure you know that. We can't have the great Superman not understand his mortal enemy, can we? You might decide that I could change, reform, be on your side." There was scorn in Lex's voice again. "That's not going to happen, Clark. You need to know that."
He did know that. He just... hoped, was the best word for his feelings. "Why not?" Would it hurt to ask?
"Because I am who I am." Lex tilted his head and straightened. "But good try, Clark. If I'd been just a little weaker and interested in justifying myself to you any more than I already have, which I'm not, you might have gotten to me with your earnestness and sincerity. It is too bad you won't reconsider and join my side. Or could I convince you? Now, that's an interesting thought." He touched his tongue to his lips, put the green shard of Kryptonite down on a conveniently-near stand which had, as Clark saw, other things on it - a bottle, a box of condoms, a box of tissues - and reached for the knot in his dark blue tie. Clark took a careful breath. He was still too weak to break out of the bonds, but he didn't feel as sick. "How long has it been since you got laid, Clark? *Have* you ever gotten laid? I'd think Superman could have any pretty girl he wanted, and you certainly rescue enough of them, but your reputation - ah, that would work against you. So honorable. So pure. But I know you much, much better than that."
"Lex. Please. Let me go."
"When I'm done with you, Clark. Then you can go back to being brave, strong, perfect Superman and ace reporter Clark Kent. Right now I'm afraid you're going to have to be simply Clark, who made the mistake of saving young Lex Luthor. You should have let me drown when my car went off that bridge." His voice was distant, detached.
"No." How could saving a life be a mistake? Even the life of Lex Luthor?
"How touching." Lex's smile was hard. "All right, Clark, it's time to see how... interesting you are under the influence of the red stone. And then, we'll both know that I was right."
He gave Clark a long look, and Clark hoped he didn't show any fear. Red Kryptonite. He'd been exposed to it once, and he'd gotten reckless enough to do whatever the hell he wanted, no matter who it would hurt, no matter what anyone thought. He lost all of his morals, all of his guidelines, all of his rules for himself. He'd only cared about getting what he wanted, right now.
If Lex really had red Kryptonite and exposed him to it, he would react in ways he couldn't predict now.
He might even end up wanting Lex.
"Ah, I like that you're not saying anything, Clark. You're fighting this idea. You're fighting me. And I'll admit, I like that too, especially since I know you'll stop fighting me - or is it yourself you're fighting, Clark? Pity you won't tell me the truth about that." Lex laughed as he walked over to a metal box and undid the clasp. "I really have been looking forward to this."
"The Lex I knew hated being used," Clark said quietly. He knew that he didn't have long until Lex came back over with the red Kryptonite or whatever was in that box. "And he hated using people. You're right - you're not him."
"Again, good try." Lex had the red Kryptonite out of the case now. "Not long now, Clark. But I *do* promise you'll enjoy this. I wouldn't have it any other way." He walked back over, and Clark felt the maddening waves beginning to wash over him. He pulled at the bonds, and heard Lex laugh. "Yes. I've been waiting for this for a long time. For you to be honest with me. To be able to be honest with you."
Clark gritted his teeth. He *had* to fight this. But it wasn't something he could fight....
"You're panting, Clark." Lex's fingers rested on his right cheek, and he whimpered and twisted to get them to move across his cheek. "And you feel hot. I'll get you out of these clothes."
He could barely think at all. He just *wanted*.
Then his strength, somehow, was back. He flexed his muscles. That was better. Now he'd break out of this. What the fuck was fucking Lex Luthor doing holding *him* captive?
But his regained strength wasn't enough to break the bonds.
"I'm glad to find out that my scientists did their job." Lex's smile was doing something to him. He twisted, too restless to stay still. "This alloy was made to stand up to even your full strength."
Lex's fingers were stroking Clark's lips now, and he moaned.
"I like you like this. Wish I'd known you wanted me for sure back when I could have convinced you to sneak away from the farm and zoom over to me for the night. We could have had *so* much fun. Silly me."
Had he wanted Lex then? The way his body was responding to Lex's touch, he had to think maybe he had. "Lex - " His voice broke off. He didn't know what he wanted to say.
"It's all right, Clark." Lex's voice was almost tender as his fingers traced a large S on Clark's chest. "I'll give you what you need."
Would Lex? Clark didn't even *know* what he needed, but he needed it and he needed it now.
Lex pushed a button and most of the table silently retracted into itself, leaving only a skeleton structure. Then Lex came up to his head and started taking off his clothes, somehow even getting his undershirt off or out of the way. It wasn't like he could tell which any more. When Lex undid his belt and reached for the waistband of his pants, Clark moaned.
"I told you you'd enjoy this, Clark." Lex was whispering into his ear. "And I told you you'd wanted me for a long, long time. I was right, wasn't I? Tell me I was right."
"Yes, Lex. God, yes."
"If I were as cruel a man as you no doubt think I am, I'd stop now. But I'm even crueler, so I'll keep going." Lex pulled down his pants, and Clark moaned again. Lex had made sure to stroke him, light, feathery touches that were driving Clark mad. He *had* to have Lex. Had to be had by Lex. Whichever he could get.
Lex laughed. "Ah, Clark, I love hearing you. And watching you squirm is good too. But I want to watch you do more than squirm."
"More, Lex. Please." He tried to arch up but couldn't get far. "Lex! Let me go, dammit!" Arousal, anger, fear, weakness - his own responses mixed with those from the two Kryptonites, not that he could tell the difference any more. They all felt like they were coming from him.
"No, Clark. I can't do that. But I'll give you what you want, I promise." Lex bent over, then straightened as the table started to move, turning Clark over, positioning him at an angle, spreading his legs. "Patience, Clark. I'm almost ready."
Yes. He could feel the air on his skin and even it was driving him mad. He needed more.
"Now, Clark," Lex murmured, and Clark tensed as he felt Lex's fingers smooth something warm and liquid onto his exposed hole. "Now."
And his senses exploded as something smooth and hard drove into him. He felt himself going wild, wanting more, needing more, hearing himself demand more in a voice he didn't recognize. He heard Lex's laughter and couldn't tell if it was joyful or gleeful or satisfied, and didn't really care. Then he was empty again, and whimpering.
"Now for me," he heard Lex say, and frowned. That hadn't been Lex?
Then he saw the red Kryptonite laid down by his face and knew.
Lex had fucked him with that. He writhed and jerked, needing more. "Lex, dammit, put that back in me now."
"No, Clark. I'm going to fuck you now. I'll make it even better, I promise."
And he could feel another smooth and hard something against him, then pushing into him.
Bigger. Harder. Lex.
He couldn't push to get more of Lex with those damned bonds holding him down. He flexed and moaned as Lex, damn him, all the way in, just stayed still.
"Tell me again you want me, Clark."
"God, Lex, fuck me. I want you. Fuck me!"
"Perfect." And Lex was fucking him, and it was even better than before. He was going to explode, he was going to implode, he was going to dissolve into atoms, and he didn't care, because he was going to come and Lex, Lex was fucking him.
"I knew you wanted me," Lex said, and Clark, even with the red haze on him, could hear the glee. But he moaned agreement and begged Lex for more.
Lex's lips were on his neck and his hand on his cock when he came.
Then Lex pulled out - had he come? - and Clark closed his eyes as the illness grew in him again.
He was unconscious before he could do more than murmur, "Lex..."
*****
He woke up in a hotel room, on the bed, only his unbuttoned shirt on. So Lex had taken his clothes. He shouldn't be surprised by that. Why would he make things easier?
It was an expensive hotel room, with flowers everywhere, a pair of pants laid out at the end of the bed, and shoes with socks tucked inside on the floor. At least Lex had made sure he'd have something to wear. That was something. When he stood up to put on the pants, he saw an envelope propped up on the small desk with the curlicues. He slit the envelope open and took out the textured piece of paper inside.
*Clark, I knew you wanted me back then, and now that I know you want me now, we'll have to do this again sometime soon. I'd like to think you'd come to me when you're ready for more, but knowing you, I doubt that. Therefore, I'll take the responsibility of making the arrangements for next time. Until then.*
And it was, of course, signed Lex Luthor.
He folded the piece of paper, slid it back into the envelope, and held it.
He would not go to Lex again, and he would not fall into any trap of Lex's again either.
Even though, God, he wanted to.
[End]
Posted 8/26/07
