Title: My Kingdom
Author: Tommy H aka Darkeyedresolve
Fandom: Smallville
Couple: Clex beginning, then Collie
Author's Note: Inspired by Season Six, the idea of Lex using and manipulating Clark in the way he has done to Lana. I liked Clex but never enough to write about it, but I found an angle I wanted to pursue it. I hope I can making it interesting enough that you, the reader, will enjoy it.
Metropolis gleamed in the dark Kansas night, a shining example of past beauty and modern efficiency. The city was home of the renowned, Daily Planet; its iconic, rotating, golden globe that played the stalwart North Star of the city. The streets always had movement and life, whether it was at the newborn dawn or the darkest pitch of night; there was always some place to be. The buildings competed against one another, each one wanted to be the tallest and there was always an ambitious designer to feed such rivalries. The mention of money and rivalry brings up the dark sides of the glittering, Midwestern city. Tall skyscrapers cast very long shadows over the area, shadows created a home for black souls. Whether it is the back alleys of the simple minded thugs or smoky boardrooms with smirking CEOs; there was corrosion under that gilded surface.
Lexcorp was a perfect example of a beautiful façade that gave no peek of the soulless, cold inside. The marriage of architecture, business, and lots of money: it stood out, being the tallest, even if decorated with nothing more than plate glass and clean lines. The company, like the building, had become a stand out in a world that was increasingly filled with huge, international businesses. The stocks were rising with each new patent that came from the hidden research labs, another gift to the masses and the happy stock owners. Profits were shared with charities from around the world and the media ate it up, well there was always a rogue reporter who got too much of a look beyond those glass walls. That voice was lost among the chorus of praise Lexcorp got, or it was silenced by seemingly accidental deaths. Only one person knew what was behind the curtain, the wizard that was Lex Luthor.
The beacon of business was glowing brighter than any star, tonight was the anniversary of Lex assuming full control of his father's company. The deposed Lionel Luthor had been overcome by his ailing health, sliding alliances, and then there was Lex of course. Lex, like his company and his building, was a handsome and charming figure who hosted the best parties, gave money to needy causes, and had a Midas touch for business. That is the façade but there were thoughts in his head that would chill even hardened warlords and make tyrants squirm with unease. Tonight was a night that let him work his magic, a room filled with expensive food and decorations and people who were celebrating him. All too easy even for a dull man, Lex didn't even to be on his toes for this.
An entire floor in the upper portion of the Lexcorp tower had been cleaned out of its usual business attire and dressed in a more seductive party outfit. The utilitarian desks were replaced by silky white tablecloth covered dinner tables, where centerpieces of glass, candle and fresh flowers had been placed. Open, spacious areas now gave the occupants plenty of room to converse, to laugh or to dance. The boring oxford shirts, dress pants or equally dull pant suits were nothing but a memory, a bad one, with woman dazzling eyes in couture gowns of various cuts and colors. Those lovely works of walking art were escorted by men dressed in fine Italian suits, which painstaking tailored to the owner's body. The expensive liquor was flowing and finding homes in crystal glasses or in the stomachs of happy guests. Each person was somehow connected to the Luthor name whether it is from money or power; everyone was a friend when a party was thrown.
A group of musicians had been founded in the center of the room, composed of various members though it was mostly the stunning brunette singer that got people's attention. She sang in a low voice that was much older than the vessel, it carried tragedies and celebrations from past lives. The dark purple dress glinted under the lights while her hands would sometimes caress the microphone stand in front of her. Though the songs might be sometimes melancholy, there was a mood of arrogance in the air to keep the spirits light. The songstress gave no name and would duck out of the room after her sets, with a mention of getting some air. The band, even without a singer, continued to play to delight the billionaire's guests.
The man of the hour was standing beside the glass wall, the outside forces kept away by those few inches of clear material. He had a glass of white wine in one hand and a charming smirk on his lips, while he absorbed the pleasantries of his guests. The tailored black suit and dark, silky purple tie were all small traces of the wealth he stood upon. Lex was surrounded by a small group of "friends", most of them just wanted a piece to further than own interests. He liked that, desperation would make them indebted to him and thus expand his influence even further into areas of business, politics, and military matters.
"Lex, this is truly a magnificent evening." A senator would compliment, "You should come to Washington and throw a party there."
"Well, anything to help out my country." Lex respond with an amused smirk, another door had opened.
"Mr. Luthor, my wife and I are having an excellent time." A businessmen would introduce,"We should really get together to discuss those proposals you mentioned."
"Of course, we can make appointments tomorrow." The prince of Metropolis would then take the wife's hand and kiss it, "But tonight is all about having fun, so enjoy."
Was there any boundary that Lex Luthor couldn't break? He had at one time thought there was one person who would resist. That beautiful farm boy who had saved his life, and not only once had this boy saved his life. Whether it be from natural terrors or the "meteor freaks", who populated the Smallville area, Clark Kent was always there to save the day. The mystery gnawed at Lex, it would dig deeper and deeper until it was quickly becoming an obsession that would have ruined their relationship. Clark saved him again, he told Lex his deepest secret: Clark was an alien. The boy, who lived on a farm in the middle of no where, could become the greatest force the planet has ever known. Destiny had brought Lex to Smallville, which at first seem to only be his father's way of keeping him restricted, but now he was aware that his purpose was far higher than a mere mortal.
The young man looked away from his party and out towards the sprawling cityscape. The lights in the neighboring building became their own little stars against the blackness of looming structures, there was universe hidden in this city that's for sure. Lex was wondering where Clark had gone, but then he stopped wondering when his cell phone went off in his pant leg. He narrowed his eyes when that number flashed on the screen and excused himself to a more secluded part of the room.
"Explain now." Lex knew he would only be getting a call from this number on this night if something had gone wrong.
"The facility had a breach, someone managed to get in." The man's voice on the other line was already beginning to shake when giving this news to his boss.
"How did that happen?" Lex's free hand was already squeezing into a fist, his brow growing more furrowed.
"They were fast, really fast." The underling whimpered his answer, "Even faster than Kal-el"
"They got in and out when he was there?" Lex said in tone that barely hid his disbelief.
"It looks like it but Kal-el didn't stay around to talk, he was coming to meet you at the-"
"I got it" The angered Luthor grunted, "Just find out what was taken; this pattern of break-ins is very upsetting."
Lex was not in the mood to think of who could be faster than Clark, or was he in the mood to think about the rash of sabotages to his plants. The idea that someone, or some group, was aware of his most secret project would keep him up at night. Lex just had to rationalize that it was not possible that they knew the full extent of what he was doing; even Clark was kept in the dark. The dark is where this project belonged; it came from the depths of a dark soul after all. Lex would have to step up his progress or beef up his security, but how was that possible when you had the last son of Krypton as a partner?
"Looking a little perturbed there, Lex." A voice from over Luthor's shoulder spoke and Lex didn't even need to look at the person to know they were smirking, "Bad stock tip?"
"I am feeling perfectly fine, Mr. Queen." The host of the party answered to his rival from Star City and a bad memory from childhood, "Hope you are enjoying the party since you did come a long way for it."
"Well you certainly did a good job of glossing over all of your less than wholesome ventures with some tablecloths and booze." Oliver Queen stated, dressed in a equally nice black suit and dark emerald tie.
The young man was also a billionaire businessman, though he inherited his money from tragedy and would give it back to return his parents to life. Ollie was far more charismatic than Lex, but remained quite serious about his affairs in Queen Industries. The blonde hair had been mused and spiky; he was smirking with that chiseled face that would make any woman's legs tremble. Speaking of women, he had been usually draped over by beautiful models of from all parts of the globe but Lex hadn't seen a date at all.
"Lexcorp does everything by the book; I am doing my best to wipe away more unpleasant impressions left by my father's company." Lex took a drink was his neglected wine while he turned to look over his event, "No date tonight?"
"Well I brought one but she is merely a colleague you could say." Oliver ran his fingers into the soft, sculpted hair, "She works for the Daily Planet actually, makes you two are practically neighbors then."
"Distance is usually the last thing that makes neighbors, Mr. Queen." He was not going to get goaded by the playboy tonight," But maybe it's a good thing you are moving away from vapid models and into people with a little more substance."
"Models have substance, just a little lighter than most." Ollie chuckled to himself while he took a drink, "But speaking of dates, where is your better half." The way he said it, the better half part was emphasized.
"Right here."
The two both turned to look, and both were stunned by the masculine beauty that was standing there. Clark Kent had arrived, maybe not timely, but he was there and that contented Lex Luthor. His thick, black hair was wind blown and brushing against his face while his green eyes sparkled against flickering lights. He was tall and broad shouldered, there was a well muscled frame hidden under those expensive clothes that Lex had supplied. The dark blue of the suit was picked up when light touched it and the soft white shirt gave its own radiance. Unlike the pale pallor of his lover, Clark's skin had been sun kissed to a light tanned tone.
"I am so sorry I am late." A smiling Clark wrapped his arms around Lex's shoulders.
"Don't worry about it." The older man hugged that strong frame against his body; he loved soaking in the presence of his younger lover.
They kissed lightly and time seemed to slow down, it was just the two of them. The warmth of their bodies was able to pass lightly through the rich material of their suits; it was a small consolation for what an embrace could really be. The arms relaxed and they just held one another, because no one would dare raise a word of such a display in front of Lex. The slightest raise of an eyebrow or whispered word of disgust could bring down upon that person all of the resources of Lexcorp. They protected each other in their own unique ways.
"So where have you been?" Ollie spoke up after a time of watching the couple, his stance relaxed and his head tilted with curiosity.
"Oh, uh." Clark blinked as he pulled away some from Lex to answer the blond man, "I was working at the shelter, Hope House." He was blushing slightly since he was not really used to these affairs or to dealing with uber wealthy types.
"Clark spends most of his time running our charitable causes." Lex stepped in with a cool tone while his hand ran along his lover's younger back, "He has truly devoted himself to helping as many people as possible."
"Yea, I have seen your name pop up in the news now and then." Oliver looking the farm boy over with a gaze that could be read several ways: suspicion maybe, interest or lust?
"I'm Oliver Queen." He was putting on a nice display with that seducing smirk, "It's good to see that Lex found someone to bring out his better qualities."
Clark took the outstretched hand, though he gave a questioning look to this smooth character. They touched; it caused the farm boy to shift slightly since he felt warmth in that hand. It was warmth that was different than the caress of Lex, but it faded quickly and was lost in the back of his mind.
"Lex has plenty of great qualities; he is the one that set up most of those places to begin with." Clark defended his partner, "I am lucky that he gives me unlimited resources to keep helping those in need."
"I see, well I hope this relationship continues then." Oliver raising his glass in a small toast," It seems like the two of you together makes the world a better place."
"Well thank you, Mr.Queen." Lex said smugly as he leaned in to give a kiss to that smooth cheek of the farm boy.
"Now I am feeling lonely, wonder where my…" Oliver's face lit up when he spotted her and gave a way to direct her over," Well now I can introduce-"
"Chloe?!"
Lex stumbled when Clark rushed form his side to greet the blonde girl, who was now beaming with excitement. The heels on her feet clicked loudly on the floor as her feet tried to quicken their pace.
"It's been so long." Clark said softly, maybe his way of apologizing, while his arms wrap around his high school friend.
"I was hoping you would be here, Clark." Chloe Sullivan replied with a heart felt tone in her voice; she had missed his face, his voice, and even his scent. The crush she had on him had fluttered out, but her love as a friend remained.
"I just…I mean." The Kryptonian was a lost for words looking at Chloe in a strapless, light blue grown that hugged her more grown up figure, "I haven't seen you in a dress since…"
"Prom?" She smiled and then teasingly added, "Or was it the homecoming where a tornado almost wiped out our town?"
Clark hadn't realized how long it had been since he had left Smallville, there was little time to think about the past when the present was so exciting and wonderful. They could all see from the expression on his face that he was really trying to figure out when he had last seen Chloe, and the truth was it had been much longer than he wanted to admit. The tranquil life of his high school years had changed drastically in his senior year, distance from his friends and home increased more than he had noticed.
"Earth to Clark?" Chloe waved her hand in front of his face which brought the farm boy back to the party.
"Sorry, just thinking I guess." Clark grinned and it instantly melted away whatever awkward pause had swelled within those moments of silence, "But I am really happy to have a friend here to keep company because these things can be slightly…"
"Pretentious? " Lex taking a shot at himself while he slipped a hand over his boyfriend's shoulder, "You are not the only one who knows that most of this is just artificial. "
"Actually, Clark." Chloe only briefly glanced at Lex, a split second of spite growing her eyes, "I just got a call from the Daily Planet, breaking story development and all." Biting her bottom lip, the young reporter motioned with a slight nod to Oliver.
"Daily Planet? I didn't realize…" Clark let his voice drop away, how could have become so ignorant of the life of his best friend.
"Well maybe if you would reply to an email now and then, you would be a bit more up to date." The blonde girl felt Ollie's arm intertwining with her own, "I really have missed you." Just to look at Clark was hard, so she turned her eyes away.
"Chloe, I just go so busy and…and.." Clark would have reached out for her but Lex's hand tightened on him and Oliver was practically a bodyguard right now, "Tomorrow, you get a lunch or something right?" He asked, almost pleaded for some redemption.
"I do and you are lucky, Mr.Kent." Chloe's face becoming full and bright as a smile spread over her painted lips," I will meet you outside the Planet then, you're buying."
"No problem, thank you Chloe." The youth was grinning again, a sense of relief soaring up through his indestructible frame.
"Heh, if only all of us would get some much sympathy from women." Oliver mused before getting a nudge into his side, "It was nice meeting you Clark…and Lex", and the charming man had to pause to word it all correctly and politely, "Wonderful party as always."
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Queen." Lex letting his arm slide down until it rested around his beloved's waist," And nice to see you as well, Miss Sullivan." The tone that was neutral to everyone but a trained ear could hear the whisper of hostility.
The premier couple of Metropolis continued to host the event long into the night, they really got no moments to themselves until the party had run down. The lingering guests, who always over stay their welcome, had been kindly escorted out by the servers and the entire party setting was being erased from the physical plane. The table decorations, the torch song songstress, the less than wholesome power brokers would only exist in memory now. Clark had loosened his clothing up considerably, with his white shirt unbuttoned and his suit jacket making a home over the back of a chair.
"You know." The Kryptonian mentioned, "We really never got to dance with all the entertaining we had to do."
"Oh I guess we didn't, did we?" Lex smiled at his partner, since he too was now jacketless but he still looked impeccable, "I think I might be able to solve that problem very easily."
The older man reached out and took the hand of his younger counterpart, then pulled him into a close embrace. Clark laughed softly at the action but put up no resistance against Lex's solution. The billionaire knew a few steps, enough to get him by in occasions like this…and well Clark was a fast learned when it came to physical activities.
"You remember the steps right?" Lex Luthor raising an eyebrow as they got into positions, he would be leading of course.
"Well if not, I have you to lead me." The farm boy leaned in to capture those wine touched lips, he was a little too preoccupied and stumbled right out of the gate.
"Mmm, much as I love kissing you" Lex declared while steadying them and continuing to move along the empty floor, "You need to keep a little more focus on what you are doing with those feet of your's."
"Yea but you are far too distracting for that." Clark teased and then leaned in for another kiss but the world suddenly shifted, he had just been dipped, "Huh?"
"This is what happens when you don't focus, Mr.Kent." The billionaire said with soft seduction in his voice, "The world can get turned upside down." With those words, they were once again kissing and Clark had fallen in love with his topsy-turvy world.
Even though the Luthor family castle was still in Smallville, Lex Luthor spent most of his time in a very high raise apartment in Metropolis. Clark had been resistant at first, but that resolve faded quickly, and he was very happy at their home…since it was truly their home. Lex had got it furnished and decorated in a way that kept refinement but could still be comfortable for a boy whose life had been on a farm. Apartments seem to convey a sense of closed in space, confinement to those who were from houses and especially from open farm land. This place was a sprawling sky high paradise; even if Clark did get a sense of loneliness…there was no one there to keep company with if Lex wasn't home.
He wasn't lonely now, not with Lex's hand roaming over his clothed form and wantonly pulling at those buttons. Clark couldn't help but smirk when the older man pushed him down on their king sized bed and the feeling of satin under his body. Luxury he hadn't dreamt about was now all of his to have; it was a testament to his parent's influence that he hadn't been swallowed up by the greed.
"Clark, I wanted to ask you about what happened at the plant." Lex had interesting timing, considering what he was asking with lips and what his hands were doing to his torso.
"Do we really need to talk about this now?" A pout forming on those lips, which only made them look fuller.
"Just curious as to what happened." The older man let his fingers trail down the bare skin now that it had been freed from the cotton confines, "I guess I don't know how to believe someone out ran you."
"Well the kid was fast, faster than me but…" Clark looked down, he really didn't want to talk about this…he didn't want Lex to become sidetracked more than he was with these terrorists.
"Wait, you know it was a kid?" The eyes narrowed and his expression grew more serious but his hand just slipped lower and began to massage at that bulge that had formed in those expensive pants.
"I grabbed for him but just got the hood of his jacket, and yea I saw it was this kid." Clark moaned softly, god it wasn't fair what Lex was doing to him right now. That hand knew all the ways to rub and exactly the right amount of pleasure to apply.
"Then how did he get away?" Luthor's fingers undoing the zipper and letting his fingers roam under that Italian wool to manipulate the underwear covered crotch," He might have speed but you have more than just that."
"I hes-hesitated." He was puffing out hot breaths and beginning to squirm upon their bed," He wa-was a k-kid, Lex." The pleasure was building and he gave a loud groan when his cock was freed from imprisonment.
"Clark, looks can be deceiving." The billionaire carefully stroking the throbbing flesh within his hand," Don't you remember those Kryptonite infected people in Smallville, they all looked normal but were threats to people's lives." He punctuated his point with harder, longer strokes," This kid is a terrorist and you cannot hesitate when dealing with him, or any of the others."
"I'll remember." Clark arching his back and trying to get to Lex's lips, but the older man remained just a breath too far, "Come on, kiss me…" The alien lifted up his hand and grabbed at the silken shirt of his lover for added effect.
"Since you asked so nicely." Lex mused even if there was no asking in that tone, it was all want.
They kissed hot and wet, tongues sliding into each other's mouth; they would both try to taste and conquer the other orally first. Clark had the upper hand for a moment, but Lex only had to start bumping against his body to throw the boy off, and he would claim his dominance over his Kryptonian lover. Their love was a mixture of a partnership and something of a battle, though Lex had crowned himself victor of that. He had won over the boy wonder from Smallville, not even Jonathon Kent had been able to stop that from happening.
The kisses only lead to hotter, wetter expressions of love. The clothing was discarded on the floor, bodies were grinding and rubbing into one another, and pleasure was erupting. Lex was firmly placed between the powerful, smooth thighs of his lover and took a moment to look over over the gift that was laid out in front of his eyes. Greek gods were a pale comparison to Clark's figure with round, proportioned muscle that gave an impressive v-imitation. For all the power that was hidden inside, the youth was soft to Lex's touch and it only made Kryptonian biology more interesting. Clark would always remain an obsession to him.
"What are you waiting for, an invitation?" The farm boy moaned and rolled his hips to grind against the equally nude billionaire.
"Yes I am." Lex leaned down with his back arching down to show off his lean, musculature, "Invite me inside of you, Clark." He commanded while his tongue trailed over those kiss swollen lips.
"Ah Lex, fuck me…get inside me." The alien hissed under his wet breath," I want you to fill me, to fuck me so I can't think straight." The dark haired youth was through with being patient now.
"Yea, I like the idea of that." The Luthor reached down and pushed open those thighs more, and let the tip of his flesh drag along the smooth crack to the already relaxed entrance.
Sex with Clark had been a potentially dangerous situation due to his strength and dense body, but they had worked through it. Lex just had to develop some techniques to help his young lover to keep his powers in check, which after a few months, was all second nature. They no longer had any fears whether it was Clark's worry of hurting Lex or the billionaire's worry of getting hurt by an overly excited boy.
"Ahh, you are always so tight…and so fucking hot." It was never boring to be inside of Clark, Lex got an incredible sensation of constriction around his thrusting shaft. The soft insides welcomed the older man with enough resistant to make it worthwhile before they rubbed and stoked across his sensitive skin.
"Lex!" The muscular alien was arching up and digging his fingers into the sheets, which would mostly likely be torn by the time the night, was over. He could feel the wonderful intrusion into his steel like body, filled with the presence of his lover in the most intimate way. The invulnerable shell was pierced and maybe Clark felt more human because of it, he certainly was enjoying it…each gasp and moan ascended higher than even their apartment would go.
The king sized bed swayed softly and rhythmically with the force of two grown men merging; a merger that was marked by sweating, declarations of love and want, and soon there would be an explosion. Lex's felt extremely blessed in this moment, there was no one in the world or universe like Clark Kent. No one could be match his own legendary future except for the farm boy from Smallville, who he had spread on his bred.
"I love you, Clark!" Lex shouted out when he could take no more and his essence erupted into suckling heat.
"Oh Lex." The dark haired youth quickly came with matching passion and it glistened on his body with a crystal like shine," I...love you too."
Showers would come in the morning, sheets could be replaced later. The two would remain in bed until the morning brought a new day of separations.
Lex didn't have a monopoly on impressive penthouses in Metropolis; his newest neighbor had a quite exceptional place. The building was called Queen Tower; it doesn't hurt one's ego to add their name to a structure. The upper part of the building was sculpted in white stone and gold relief, it had a heavenly quality. To add to its importance, the clock of the city had been given a home at the top of the building. The long, steel arms solemnly clicked and kept the minutes with an unfair precision. Time crawled on for each person, sometimes we don't even realize that those steel arms have counted more days, months or years that we could recall.
Oliver Queen made this place his base of operations, those these operations extended far from the ever day business affair. The glass balcony doors were fully opened and the night wind was searching the new found space. Rainbow colors glistened along the floor when the moon light or artificial street lights visited the stain glass windows. Wispy hands of air caressed the expensive, modern furniture, or touched along the work out bench that had just been touched moments ago. The expensive desk was the focal point of the mostly open room, behind it rested a highly ornate wall that had been done in the motif of a clock. Personal touches dotted the scene, mostly picture frames of a family: a young couple with a small blond son.
Ollie had just walked out of his shower, a towel was thrown about his shoulders and a pair of dark green track pants swished lightly with his strides. The warm glow of penthouse lights illuminated his shirtless body, showing off the lean curves of athletic muscle. Water dripped down his figure from what remained in the damp strands of hair on his head, which was dealt with easily by rubbing the white, terry cloth towel against it.
He needed a shower to get rid of the slime of high, corrupt society or could be Lex's slimy aura that left him tainted feeling. Oliver Queen grabbed the thin, rectangle shaped cell phone from the dark wood counter of his desk.
"Yes Mr.Queen?" The voice was a mixture of tired devotion and upmost civility.
"Sorry to wake you, but I need you to arrange an appointment for me." Ollie asked softly while hitting a switch, to let open the gates to his most hidden room.
"Yes sir, and who would you like me to set it up with?" The assistant asked.
"Clark Kent." Oliver smirked as the name left his lips, or maybe it watching his entire arsenal was revealed to his dark eyes. The wall behind his desk split open like the Red Sea, and just like mythic crossing there was a great promise in all that weaponry.
"Lex's Clark Kent?" The assistant was wondering what his boss was getting at.
"Of course, I figured he could give me a few ideas on how to devote some funding for good causes." The blond man stated with his cocky grin, he pulled an efficient but simple bow from it's hanging home.
"Yes, Mr.Queen." The assistant was already aware of the amount of jumping it would take to get through all those hoops," I will arrange it for you."
"Good, see you tomorrow then." The well trained archer trotted out to sky high balcony with his bow and then that single arrow, "And soon, you too Mr. Kent."
Oliver Queen breathed in the Metropolitan air, a night that was quickly fading under the encroachment of dawn. It was impossible to get a sensation of immortality when the entire world seems to be at your feet. He placed the air into the bow, and with fluid ease, pulled the bow back so it became a crescent. The pectoral muscles expanded and strained against the resistance; biceps and triceps rippled as the billionaire took aim for some distance target.
"Time to put an end to it and go straight for the head, Luthor." A promised was attached to that arrow, and the projectile shot into space.
The arrow created a seamless trail as it arched, it seemed destined to break the needy grip of gravity. The tip took on the shine of the moonlight, almost as if it had managed to puncture the natural satellite, and began its descent. The tip became a silver blur that cut space itself, the speed was ever building; and it all came to a collision when it smashed into Ollie's target. An arrow would now be implanted into the side of Luthor's lofty penthouse, a mark on his kingdom.