Authors note; this will be a collection of one shots based on different scenes in the series involving Lex and Lana that I didn't like the ending of. I will change each and every one of them. About a ten chapter outline. Non of them will be related. My work is un- Beta'd as I only have a beta for my Twilight stories.
CHAPTER ONE.
"I'm leaving you." The words seemed to echo loudly through the silent room and yet they had been softly spoken.
Lex felt helpless. For the first time in a very long time he didn't know what to do to control this situation. How could he fix the damage he had done, the damage that Clark had done to his marriage?
Lana.
Even now her name was said as a prayer on his lips and in his mind. Beautiful, pure and passionate, she was all he had ever wanted and now she was leaving.
"Clark means more to me than you ever could." Those evil, ugly words burned his soul and made it blacker than ever. In that moment he hated Clark with a burning anger so deep and complete he wanted to destroy him and watch him die in agony. No pain is great enough, no torture soul rendering enough, to please Lex.
Once his friend, now his mortal enemy, Clark represented everything Lex had failed at, even Lana.
A slight shuddrring breath and a tremour of her slender hand betrayed something to Lex and his intense, ice blue eyes narrowed onto her lovely face. Some instinct told Lex that there was a hesitation in those words, a slight insencerity - a reluctance? Lana refused to meet his eyes and he suddenly had the absurd impulse to make her look at him. She hadn't in so long, not since their ill fated wedding and the moment when Clark's less than human abilities had been revealed to Lana. From that moment Lex had watched her slipping and way and he had been powerless to stop it.
But now, right in this impossible situation with those poisonous words hanging between them, Lex felt hope.
His instincts had always guided him where she was concerned and if he was honest he'd admit that the moment he had stopped going on instincts alone with Lana was the exact moment that she'd begun to slip away.
Their relationship had always been based on the basest instincts man possessed and now Lex saw the error of his ways. Letting her go was not the answer. Relenting to Clark's prior claim was absurd and Lex suddenly realised that it was exactly what he had been doing. ..letting her go without even realising it.
His long fingers were still wrapped around her wrist as he'd tried to stop her leaving, they now tightened harshly around that slender delicate column and Lana's wide hazel eyes flew to his in shock.
Good. Try and leave now, Lex taunted her silently.
"What are you doing, Lex? Let me go!" Lana spat, her voice infused with enough hate to crumble a normal man into ashes upon the ground.
It was a good thing that he had never been a normal man.
His fingers tightened again with almost bone crushing intensity and he knew she would have bruises. "God, you're hurting me! Let me go, please, just let me go..you must accept that what ever we had is over."
Tears filled her eyes as she gaze up at him, pleading.
"I'm glad it's hurting you, Lana, maybe it will thaw the ice thats around your heart and you'll remember how it felt when we were together." Lex said, his tone intense, his gaze holding hers captive. "I'm forcing you to feel, Lana - really feel - for the first time in so long."
"Are you crazy? Let me go! It's over. We're over."
Lex watched her full lower lip tremble as she said those words and he smirked as he realised in triumph that he had been right.
"We aren't over Lana. We will never be over. I don't know where I end and you begin, that's how it's always been between us and you know it. It scares you. That's why you're running. Clark means nothing to you. He's simply a feeling of guilt you can't shake. Admit it."
She shook her head as soon as he'd said the words denying the truth of them with every fiber of her being. She couldn't love him, he was evil and wrong. He hurt people. Clark was... good. A hero.
She couldn't love someone as damaged as Lex Luthor. She never had. Had she?
Her heart whispered an answer and she pushed it away roughly.
"No. You mean nothing to me. What we had was nice... but it been over a long time now. Let me go."
"Never." Lex replied matter of factly, his face expressionless. He used her captive arm to pull her slender body closer to his and watched a flush if delicate rose infuse Lana's cheeks with gorgeous color. "You're mine, my wife. My lover. Mine. Not Clark's. What we had wasn't merely nice Lana. It was mind blowing, transcendent, decadent. ..sinful even, but never nice my dear. That's blasphemy." He said softly right beside her ear hidden within the stain veil of her hair, his voice slightly amused, mocking sinfully smooth and utterly powerful.
Lex had always exuded power and he used it now, shamelessly.
"Tell me you didn't see stars every time I fucked you...tell me you didn't cry out my name again and again...I have never felt more whole, Lana, than when I'm burried deep inside you." Lex said wickedly watching her reaction to his dirty words. "Tell me, did Clark make you feel anything at all?"
A slow smile spread across his handsome face and his eyes twinkled with enjoyment as he saw Lana swallow hard, her nipples hardening against her silk blouse.
"I refuse to answer that question." She said averting her face and refusing to look at him too.
"That's because you know that he does nothing for you. I'm the only one who turns you on, Lana. Clark wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you."
Those words said in that velvet smooth voice did indecent things to her body.
Lex took her other wrist in his free hand and pulled her against him. She was now fully captive and at his mercy. Her eyes spat daggers at him and she was breathing hard.
"You want me, and I want you. It's been too long since we fucked, Lana. Too damn long." He said and then he kissed her.
Soft plump lips firmly closed against his invasion and he ignored her stubborn refusal. Swiping his tongue along the crease between her lips he then bit the lower one making Lana gasp, taking his chance, his tongue slid into her mouth smoothly stroking hers invitingly.
It had been so long since they had kissed, the feel of her immediately ignited a fire deep in the pit of his stomach. A need to have her again, beneath him, around him; he felt her response before she could hide it. A soft whimper filled his mouth before her lips moved with his, her tongue seeking his and tangling with it releasing her wrists Lex framed her face with both hands and while gaping great handfuls of long silky hair, pushed her against the nearby wall.
"Mine." He growled briefly as he kissed her. "All fucking mine."
Lana shook her head even as she tried to kiss him again, her bee stung mouth beautifully bruised and inviting.
"Don't try and deny it Lana. We need this, we need each other. You can fight me, I don't care, because I know the truth. I need to taste every inch of you and I'm not going to take no for an answer."
"No!" She said shoving at his chest in effectually. "I don't want you...I can't. .."
Her long slender fingers went from pushing to grabbing handfuls of silk shirt and Lex stroked her mouth with both thumbs spreading her lips just before he covered her mouth with his again.
She tasted so good. So sweet.
As soft as red velvet and sugar sweet, Lana was intoxication its self.
Made for him alone. She had always been his, from the very first day he'd seen her at that miserable little country fair, he had known that she would be his.
Never Clark's.
Lana felt like she was drowning in Lex. Sensation washed through her and she felt weak and feverish, every limb heavy and tingling as fire licked at each nerve ending.
God she wanted him. His expertise, his knowledge of her body and what she liked. His softly spoken dirty words said against her skin and every intimate part of her body. There was not one inch of her that Lex hadn't tasted and god forgive her but she missed it so much.
She missed him. Sensual, loving and diviant, Lex was an intoxicating mix which she had long since become addicted to. There was no one like him.
And as much as she might deny it, she was his creation, his play thing.
Ultimately always his; he possessed her body and her soul.
His scent was all man, his touch pure fire across her skin, his words fuel to the inferno inside her.
She could recall all too clearly just how much his dirty mouth turned her on. In day to day life Lex never swore, always the perfect gentleman. But in bed his vocabulary was very explicit and Lana found the contrast as sexy as hell.
Her core tightened and pulsed with need as Lex kissed her while his thumbs slid into the corners of her mouth, feeling their tongues sliding against one another, spreading her open. His hard thigh slid between hers then and she arched into it shamelessly, desperately needing friction. Only Lex could turn a normal kiss into a deep exploration that made her forget her name, it made her forget anything at all except the hot burning want which made Lana thrust her hips against him shamelessly, wantonly.
Oh god, he was right, she needed this, needed him more than her next breath. She needed him to take her and brand her as his. Lana didn't want to admit it to Lex but her body had other ideas.
Lex lifted his leg between hers and swallowed her hoarse cry as he put much needed pressure against the juncture of her thighs.
Her arms rose hesitantly and clung to his shoulders, revelling in the feel of lithe muscle beneath silk. His hands left her mouth and curved downward until they found her ass, lifting her against his erection and thrusting himself against her softness slowly. He caught her lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it eliciting a cry from Lana.
"Tell me that you want this, that you want me...Lana tell me..." Lex growled into the curve of her cheek.
"N...no..."Lana panted the air punched out if her lungs as Lex thrust against her heated flesh again. "I don't. ..Clark..."
Lex's eyes became frosty at the mention of Clark's name. Lifting her face to his, he held her gaze before replying. "Fuck Clark." He said in clipped tones. "You're mine Lana. Every inch of you. Clark can't make you feel like I can and you know it. How do you think Clark would react if he knew all the things we have done together? Would his puritan moral compass survive I wonder? Have you told him how much you love to ride my cock? Or how you love it when I suck and lick every inch if your sweet pussy? Or maybe you should tell him how much you like kneeling at my feet and..."
"Shut up!" Lana hissed up him, trying in vain to break free."Let me go! I don't want to do this...I'm not that girl any more."
Lex looked amused. "Ahh, but that's exactly who you are, you're my girl and this is exactly what you do want Lana...let me show you." And he captured her lips again in a bruising kiss. Her long nails scraped his scalp and neck and her hips matched his thrusts with ease. Lex reached down and tore her blouse open so that the tiny buttons scattered across the polished floor revealing a black bra designed for allure rather than support. It was sheer showing her hard nipples, which begged for his mouth and teeth. Lana felt her whole body clench down hard at the look in his eyes as he gazed at her heaving chest.
Tousled hair, flushed cheeks and Beestung lips made her look like every man's fantasy come to life. Her vividly lovely face filled with arousal and need.
Slowly he reached for her bra straps and pulled them down over her arms until her arms were trapped and her small, pert breasts on full display.
Trailing his hands over them at a leasurly pace Lex whispered; "You're so fucking beautiful."
A shudder swept through her and her eyes slid shut waiting for the moment that his hands would claim her flesh. When it came, she whimpered and then moaned her mouth growing slack. He held her there, against the wall with his hips while his fingers pinched and pulled on her tender nipples, his eyes a cold stormy blue as he watched his wife ride his leg.
Lifting her higher with that leg, his mouth closed over one taut peak and when he sucked she bucked into him with a high keening cry.
Oh fuck she tasted so good.
Without any warning Lex walked with her coiled around his body to his glass desk, placing her upon it and standing back to shed his shirt, eyes locked onto hers, effectively pinning her in place.
Her eyes dropped when his shirt parted and he saw the desire explode as she gazed at his body.
Reaching for the tie to her trousers he didn't wait or hesitate as he stripped her lower half as naked as the rest, until all the remained was her bra. Slender curves, smooth skin and her glistening wet sex made Lex ache with the need to be inside her.
Now.
Lana returned his gaze shyness long gone between them, eager for what she knew only he could give her - completion.
Lex grabbed her beautiful thighs and spread them wide pushing her backwards onto the smooth surface of his desk, her cheekbones flushed and her eyes darkened as she allowed it to happen.
"You're so wet for me, Lana. Do you want me to taste you?" He asked as he leaned forward and nuzzle at her inner thigh before biting it. She nodded as she watched him along her body, "Say it damn it, tell me how much you want me to eat your pussy, tell me that you want me to make you come...again and again...tell me who you want Lana..."
"Ugh. ..." She whimpered as Lex grazed her neither lips with his tongue, eyes all the while locked with hers. "Please!"
"Tell me..."
"I need you...Please. ...Lex...Please."
Lex used his hands to spread her body open as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue across her opening and onto her hard little nub which was pulsing with need. The taste of her arousal was sublime and he lapped it up again, savouring this girl he loved more than he'd ever loved anyone in his life.
Lana's body bowed off of the desk as he continued to lick and suck at her tender flesh. Spasms of pleasure raced across her skin and the coil within her belly tightened unbearably.
Unmercifully Lex held her thighs still as he teased and pleased her, every cry she made going straight to his cock. As soon as her inner walls contracted he slid two fingers inside her causing her to come, her body squeezing him tightly.
Lex pulled her now limp body to the very edge of the desk before rubbing the head of his cock in the wetness seeping from her body. One hard thrust and he was inside paradise, her velvet body clasping him inside and out.
Lana had given up acting like she didn't want him, lost in their passion as she was, nothing mattered but the feel of Lex inside her, against her. His hard muscular body a pleasure against her softness. His was a fencers body of long flat muscles and sinewy grace. He was perfect.
Lana cried out loudly as Lex pushed himself into her tender body, just where she needed him the most. Pleasure began to build again with each thrust of his hips. Soon she wasn't seated on the glass desk anymore as Lex lifted her completely, her slender legs cradling his hips as they went to lie upon the thick rug in front of the fire place. Golden light flickered over their sweat slicked skin and still they moved in perfect synchronisation towards completion. Lana wished she could break the connection they had and just enjoy Lex as a body who was pleasuring her and yet she could not drag her gaze away from his nor could she shut her eyes.
Everything seemed more real somehow as they shared the physical connection and the visual feast of their joined bodies.
Lana felt her soul leaving her as she reached the precipice and Lex slowly leaned down and kissed her, their mouths moving slowly together as they both came. Tremors in both of their bodies causing a multitude of tiny after shocks to race across their skin and flesh.
She didn't think that she had ever experienced such an earth shattering moment before in her life and it was with the one man she had convinced herself she didn't love. The only man she had tried with all her might to hate.
This felt so right. That one time she had had sex with Clark, nothing they had done had been anywhere lose to this thing she shared with Lex.
She was part of him and he was part of her in the most basic way.
No end, no beginning, just as Lex had said.
She found she couldn't summon the nessesary hate as they lay still joined, kissing and touching softly.
Lex wasn't her enemy, she realised. He never had been. He was a man to be feared and he was by many. His darkness was still growing and she somehow knew that it would be all encompassing one day. But it would never encrouching on this; them.
She balanced the darkness in his soul and kept him steady.
Their babies' death was another matter that they would have to work out together, because Lana now knew that there was no way the man that had just fucked her so beautifully could have fabricated a pregnancy and a miscarriage so callously.
It smacked of Lionel. And Lana's damaged heart grew hard as she recalled her mistrust towards the one Luthor she had always hated.
If he had meddled as she suspected he would wish he had never met Lana Luthor.
Lex pulled away slightly and examined her serene beautiful face with a half smile and serious blue eyes. "Hundred dollars for your thoughts." He murmered while pressing another kiss onto her swollen lips.
Lana allowed her face to dissolve into a genuine smile. "I just realised that you're not my ememy."
"I'm glad you realised it." He said, hope blooming in his chest and causing it to ache with the possibility of them..
"Let's not talk now." She whispered pulling his face towards hers again as she slung her leg over his hip shifting him deeper inside her. "There was a few things I thought we could do instead."
"So you realised that we do belong together?" Lex pushed, in this moment of weakness he needed to hear her say it.
She giggled and kissed him while rolling him into his back, straddling his hips and arching her back as the curtain of her hair swung around them seductively. "I realised that there is no one who knows me like you do, Lex."
He groaned as she fucked him with a delicate roll of her hips setting a delicous rythm, her small breasts bouncing above him.
He watched her with a rapt attention that was preditory and possessive. Lana was just so fucking beautiful, a living work of art.
His hands gripped her hips fingers digging into her skin as she continued to fuck him just as they both liked. God, it had been far too long.
This joining was what they both needed, craved. It was as nessesary as breathing to them.
Devided they were nothing, together they were indestructible.
Lana leaned back against his legs, legs spread wide across his hips, revealing the point of their joining. Together they watched his slick flesh disappearing into her warmth. The sight was too much for both of them and a powerful orgasm gripped them both within seconds.
Sated, they finally lay side by side, her head safe in the curve of his shoulder. Legs entertwined fingers touching and stroking each others.
They were both silent.
It was a lot to take in all at once.
But the outcome was enevitable.
A/N; thoughts?