NOTE: This goes out to everyone who held on for the update! I'm so sorry it took so long! This chapter is for you, Silver Wolf!
Chloe never thought it could be so quiet in the middle of Metropolis, but it was. Oliver's penthouse was slowly turning into a graveyard. Every time a sound was made, everyone would jump, their eyes flicking from one corner of the room to the other, finding the source of whatever disturbed the silence.
She looked around the penthouse again from where she sat on the couch, her back to the elevator, and sighed. The boys, as she liked to call them, had long ago went into Oliver's little weapons room, leaving her alone while Olivia took a nap.
Martha and Johnathan Kent were out shopping for furniture and supplies for the new farmhouse Oliver was building for them. It was a tense night of arguing through which nobody got any sleep, until they finally admitted that they needed the help. If Clark was there with them, the fight would have been over within the hour.
Chloe's heart lurched, the sharp edge of grief slicing through her. Everyone stayed together after they found themselves back in the caves. There was really no discussion. When they finally made it back to Oliver's place, Oliver started barking out sleeping arrangements, tearing out sheets and pillows. The rest of them agreed, unwilling to leave. Chloe had guessed that they were all still here for the same reason she was. They were afraid that the minute they leave, Clark and Lex's death would be set in stone, irreversible. While they were still together, they could foolishly lie to themselves and think those two would be walking in the door at any minute.
Oliver took over care for Olivia, with help from Chloe, Martha, and Dr. Tidwell. The doctor quickly assigned himself the baby's pediatrician, after seeing just how much like Clark she was. 'Anyone else would sign her a one-way referral to Area 51,' he had said. Oliver took the baby into stride, buying her the best of the best. They had just finished putting up a little nursery in Oliver's room, but more than once, they saw that Olivia would be sleeping in the bed with Oliver, the crib remaining untouched.
Oliver was a wreck. He would be his normal, charming self while he held Olivia, but once someone else took her, he would almost collapse. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair was messy, and nine times out of ten he would have to be forced to eat, shower, and sleep. The night they returned home, Oliver had collapsed in his bed, exhausted. He was so exhausted, he didn't hear Olivia crying for food in the middle of the night. Martha snuck her out, letting Oliver sleep, but soon, Oliver was screaming for Olivia, tears running down his face, searching for her. From then on, they took the time to wake Oliver and let him feed her himself.
Oliver, after alot of shouting on Chloe's part, finally returned to work today, leaving Olivia with her. Oliver, after much begging on his part, agreed that he would go to work long enough to make arrangements so he could work from home. After seeing the bloody nose Oliver gave A.C., she knew not to suggest a nanny.
Chloe jumped when she heard the elevator doors open, but didn't look up from the book she held. It was probably Martha and Johnathan, or maybe Bart, Victor, and A.C. were going out to grab a bite to eat. She rolled her eyes. She really needed to get over the idea that Clark and Lex were just going to waltz in and-
"Chloe?"
She tensed, the all-too familiar voice freezing her in place. She refused to look up. She was hearing things. She had to be hearing things. It was just Oliver, doing a half-ass job at work just so he could rush home and-
Arms wrapped around her from behind, huge tanned arms crusted with dried flakes of blood. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn't look up, even if she did notice the callouses that could only belong to one farmboy.
"Oh, Chloe, I thought I'd never see you again!" The voice was thick with emotion, bringing tears to Chloe's eyes as she hesitantly touched the arm around her. The heat radiating out from Clark's arm seemed to thaw whatever had her frozen to the spot, because suddenly she whirled around, taking Clark's face in her hands.
"You're really here?" She asked, searching his eyes. The bright green, green as Kryptonite, eyes stared back into hers. Blood was dried on his face, making tufts of his hair stiff and sticky, but underneath was Clark's eyes, his smile.
His voice, "Yeah, it's me. It's us." He gestured to Lex, who was standing a few feet away, wringing his hands. His shirt was torn open, large bloodstains on his skin and clothes, covered with bruises from head to toe. Chloe turned back to Clark, tears trickling down her cheeks. "Chloe, I swear, it's really us. Jor-El, he healed us. We're going to be okay." Chloe slowly stood, moving around the couch to stand in front of him.
"Are you sure?" She asked, checking his body for injuries. "You're not hurt? Anywhere?"
Clark shook his head, "No, I'm fine."
She nodded, "Good." She leapt up, throwing her arms around his neck, clinging as tightly as she could as he caught her around the waist, holding her to him. "I missed you so much, Clark. We all did!" She felt him squeeze tighter, almost cutting off her air supply. "We've all been miserable without you two."
Clark sniffed, burying his face into her blonde hair. "It's okay, Chloe. We're back now. This will never happen again. I promise!"
"I should hope not," she said firmly, pulling back from him. She wiped her cheeks before leaning back in his arms, not willing to let go just yet. "A.C.! Bart! Victor! Get in here, now!"
Clark set her down on the floor, hugging her again, and giving her a kiss on the cheek, when the others came running into the living room. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw who was there.
"Lex?!" Bart exclaimed, jaw slack. Clark winced when he saw the thick bandages taped over his collarbone and the large purple bruises on his face. A.C. had stitches over one eyebrow and his hair stuck out of a square of gauze taped over his ear.
"Clark?!" Victor said, eyes wide. He leaned heavily into the crutch on his right side, the wood bowing under his weight. His leg was held out awkwardly, leaving him to wobble on one foot.
A.C. rushed forward, grinning, taking Clark's outstretched hand in a firm grasp. "I knew you two would find a way back! No one stays dead after having a kid that cute!" Clark laughed, a loud bark of sound that sent a wave of relief through all of them. The men rushed forward, taking turns hugging Clark and cracking jokes, something they weren't able to do since they left the fortress.
Lex stood off to the side, grimacing at his tattered, bloody clothes, using what he could of his shirt to cover his chest, feeling insecure. "Hey!" he looked up, seeing Bart step away from the group, hand extended. "You, too, Mama. You've been through more hell than any of us. Bring it in." The others looked at him expectantly, making him want to squirm under his gaze, but he kept his calm exterior.
"Mama?" he asked, a small smile on his face. Clark couldn't help but laugh with the others, noticing the blush on Lex's cheeks.
"Yeah," Bart said casually. "I mean, you did have the kid, and no offense, but Clark can't be anything but Daddy." Clark blushed this time, laughing again, then his smile vanished when he saw Lex stiffen.
"Where is she?" Clark asked, the close crowd breaking up around him. Clark moved over to Lex, standing beside him. "Where's Olivia?"
Chloe gestured to the hallway across from them. "She's in Ollie's room, taking a nap. She should wake up in a little while. Her and Oliver don't sleep much at night."
"Is Oliver okay?" Lex asked her, brushing his hand against Clark's.
They all shared a heavy look before Victor spoke, "He's having a hard time. Chloe barely got him to work this morning."
"Even Mrs. K is having trouble getting him to eat." Bart added, sitting on the couch. Clark took Lex's hand when he felt the man shudder.
"He's obsessed with Olivia, though." Chloe said, looking at Lex. "He hasn't let her out of his sight since we got back."
"We're thinking about changing his name from Green Arrow to Hoverdad," Bart said with a grin. "But in all seriousness though, Uncle Ollie is going to be hanging around you alot. He loves her."
"Good," Clark said, casting a quick glance at Lex, "because we were hoping he would be more than just Uncle Ollie."
Chloe gave them a knowing smile, raising an eyebrow at Lex. "So it isn't unrequited?"
Lex shook his head, leaning into Clark. "No, it isn't."
Clark nodded, too, "He's done a lot for Lex and he was there when I needed him. He's been there for Olivia, and I think with time, we'll all be happy together as a family." Chloe went to speak again, but the chime of the elevator grabbed their attention.
"It's mom and dad." Clark said, his voice trembling. Sure enough, when the doors opened, Martha and Johnathan were shuffling out of the elevator, their arms loaded with shopping bags. They didn't notice the crowd standing a few feet from them as they continued what, to Clark, sounded like an all-day argument.
"Martha, it's the man's money. Just because he offered up his credit card, it doesn't mean we have to use it!"
"Johnathan, do you hear yourself? Our house burned down, and Oliver is letting us rebuild our home. Do you really want Olivia and Oliver to stay in a house that's empty? This will be a home for them and us!" Lex squeezed Clark's hand when he saw his face crumple in guilt. "And you still haven't told him how many rooms we need!"
"That's because I'm not sure if Olivia should have her own room. Oliver seems pretty dead set against her being more than a few inches away from him."
"She should have her own room." Lex spoke up, a small smile on his face. The Kents froze, looking up with wide eyes. "I think we can convince Oliver to give her some space." The bags they were holding dropped to the ground, the sounds of something metal clashing together, and something heavy made of glass hit the floor with a dull thud.
"Clark!" Martha said in a rush of breath. "Oh, Lex!" She ran forward, enveloping both of them in a tight hug. "Oh, thank you, God! You're back!" She pulled back, pulling them both into her arms again individually, her happy sobs the only sound in the room. Lex fought down the knot building in his throat, and from the look on Clark's face as he held his mother to him, he was fighting a losing battle with his emotions. Johnathan stepped up to them, his eyes wide and glistening with a sheen of tears. Martha kissed them both soundly on the cheeks before moving away. Johnathan slowly reached out, touching Clark's cheek.
Clark looked into his father's eyes, his lip trembling, until in a flurry of movement, their arms were wrapped tightly around each other, Clark's sobs muffled in the man's jacket. Lex watched them, letting a tear or two escape, then Clark dropped to the floor on his knees, taking his father with him. Johnathan didn't seem surprised, instead he patted Clark's back, occasionally kissing his forehead. "It's okay, son. I've got you. You're home now, Clark. You're back home." He looked up at Lex, the same tenderness he looked at Clark with in his eyes. "You, too, son. You're home." Lex couldn't stop himself as he dropped to his knees beside Clark, accepting the embrace of the father he always wanted.
The small child in the crib twitched in her sleep as Lex watched her. He still couldn't really believe it. He had a daughter. He and Clark had a baby girl that was fully and completely theirs. His heart clenched in his chest when he remembered how he got pregnant in the first place, but watching his little girl sleep, he realized he would do it all over again for her.
"You should wash up, Lex." Clark said softly, moving up behind him. The heady scent of expensive soap swirled around him as Clark hugged him to his chest, his hair still damp from the shower. "Oliver has that soap you like. The one that smells like sandalwood."
Lex nodded. "He used to steal it from me at the Academy." Clark laughed quietly in Lex's ear, his hot breath tickling his ear. "She's gorgeous, Clark." He felt him tense behind him. "Clark?"
"I can't help it, Lex. What he did...what he made me do...it's-" Lex turned around, looping his arms around Clark's neck. The only clean clothes they had for him that fit were some of A.C.'s clothes, and frankly, orange wasn't a good color for Clark. He looked better in the red and blue. He stood in front of Lex, barefoot in a pair of loose sweatpants and a plain tank top. He noticed as Clark walked away to shower that he had a limp in his left leg, where Oliver's arrow had been. It made Lex wonder what other pains Clark felt.
"Clark, I will say this once, and only once. What happened was not your fault." Clark flinched, leaning into Lex's touch, his body rigid. "We were all tricked. It's like Jor-El said. Brainiac tricked you into bringing me to the fortress. He tricked you into forcing all of that stuff into my head, distracting me so I couldn't see what was happening to you. Every whisper in your head telling you to kill, every dark moment you wanted to draw blood and bruise me, and every single thing that has happened the past couple of months was him." Clark wouldn't meet Lex's eyes, instead staring at the tiny bundle in the crib as if it was something that would leap up and bite him, terrified. "I am me, love. You are Kal-El. She is Le-El. We are mother, father, and daughter. Family."
Clark finally met Lex's eyes, with a smile that was both sad and loving. "You can still speak Kryptonian?"
"It still remains." Lex then cleared his throat. "Everything is still there. It gives me a headache when I focus too hard, but it's not screaming at me anymore. I think the whole mind-rape was more for Brainiac's enjoyment than anything."
Clark nodded. A little laugh broke through his lips, washing Lex in relief. "So you're sticking to what Bart said? About being the mother?"
Lex smiled, too, turning back to the bundle lying in the crib. "If everything works out, Clark, it will be really confusing if we were all dads. It will be weird at first, yeah, but I know the minute she calls me anything at all, I'll be okay with it."
"Well, she doens't have to call you mama or mother." Clark came to his side, waiting until Lex looked up before continuing. "When I was...you know, trapped, I kept seeing this word whenever he looked at you."
"I'm pretty sure there were many words. Each one more colorful than the last..." Lex mumbled sarcastically. The baby shifted, her face scrunching before she relaxed again. Lex couldn't resist running his hand along the edge of her silk-lined baby blanket. "But I'm assuming this word doesn't translate to female dog or fatherless child?"
Clark smiled to himself, missing Lex's humor. Ever since the voices started messing with his head, he had missed it. It had seemed like forever since either of them shared a joke. "No, it was Kryptonian. It is voikirium. It means 'hero' or 'savior'."
Clark pulled Lex into his side, letting him lean his head on his shoulder. "Pretty big word for a little girl, Clark." He held him tighter, kissing his head.
"Maybe just Kiri for short. We could say she learned it from a dead language, it wouldn't be lying." Lex tensed in his grip, shaking his head.
"I'm not a hero, Clark. I'm as far from the definition of 'savior' as you can possibly get." Clark leaned further into his body, ignoring the taste of blood as he kissed Lex's lips, guilt coiling in his stomach when he remembered who was responsible for it.
He pulled away, using his hand on Lex's chin to turn his head, "You see that little girl, Lex? She is Kryptonian. She will have my abilities and my genes. Through her, our race will grow and multiply, and she could have never existed if it wasn't for you. I am no longer the last child of Krypton, Lex. Kryptonians still have a chance, and it's all because of you."
"Any meteor freak could have done it-"
"No, they couldn't, Lex." He said sharply, pulling Lex around to face him. "Because I could never love them as much as I love you. You are the strongest, bravest man I know, and you gave me the most amazing thing I always wanted, my own family. I always thought it would be impossible, with my abilities, that even if it was physically possible to actually get someone pregnant with my genes that any baby of mine would kill them."
It did kill me, Lex thought, but then he shook it off. If they were better prepared, and if Brainiac wasn't trying his hardest to take their child away, it would have been simpler.
"Lex," Clark continued, "you gave me the most beautiful baby girl that I have ever seen. You have pulled me back from some very dark places. No matter what I did, or what I said, when I fell, you were always there to catch me. Even when I thought you hated me, you went out of your way to protect me. Even after I...after he," he sighed, shaking his head, "You still loved me. You saved me. You kept giving me the strength to hold on, to come back. If you weren't there, I-I don't know-" he trailed off, dropping his head. Lex ran his hands through Clark's hair, letting the soft tresses curl around his fingers. Clark leaned into the touch, whimpering in his throat. "You're my hero, Lex. You will always be my hero."
Lex held Clark for what seemed like forever, afraid to let go. Clark seemed to feel the same. His arms were wrapped around Lex's waist, squeezing with enough strength to shorten his breath.
Then a whimper followed by a loud cry caused them to jump apart, looking down in the crib. Olivia had woken up, eyes screwed shut as she cried for a bottle, her little arms reaching out for comfort. "Go take a shower, Lex." Clark said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Mom will come in and help me with Olivia."
"I want to stay," he said sternly, picking up his child. He cradled the little girl in his arms, holding the frail child as if she was glass. Then he felt a primal fear clawing in his heart when tanned, strong arms took her away from him, but the fear quelled when he looked up to see his gentle smile.
"You have all night to coddle her, Lex." Holding Olivia in one arm, he cradled Lex's head in the other, kissing him softly, pulling him back to whisper against his lips, "She'll still be here when you come back. I promise." Lex moved forward as Clark pulled away, afraid to lose his lips as well, and Clark laughed. He quickly moved away from Lex, sitting on the bed with Olivia in his arms, her cries dulling into unhappy whines. "Go, Lex. Everything is okay now. We're home."
Staring at the little child in Clark's arms, the word suddenly hit him. Home. He really was home. He finally had a family he wanted to be a part of. He had Clark. He had Olivia. He hoped that he could keep Oliver, but even if he couldn't, he still had a home. He quickly gathered some clothes he borrowed from Oliver's closet, rushing into the bathroom. As he showered the blood off of his body, his clothes long past salvageable, he noticed tears going down his face. He wiped them away, laughing uncontrollably instead of sobbing. He also felt something else he never thought he would experience. For once in his life, he was truly happy.
Oliver rubbed his eyes, groaning, as he leaned against the wall of his elevator. The day seemed to take forever, but it registered in his mind as a giant blur. He managed to make arrangements to work from home, but for the love of God, he couldn't remember much else. Thank god for Becky. One look at his face and she cleared his entire schedule, stripping his obligations to the bare essentials. He couldn't recall who came through his office, how he got there, or how he got home. All he could think about was Clark and Lex. Olivia helped distract him, but looking at her made the gaping wound in his chest throb painfully.
He decided when they came back from the fortress that he wouldn't let a single thing hurt her. The beginning of her life was painful enough to last a lifetime, she didn't need any more pain.
It also didn't help that he was way in over his head. Every single one of her cries leave him a nervous wreck. The night Martha took her to feed her was a nightmare. It was like losing Clark and Lex all over again. He couldn't let Olivia down. She was his now, and he would raise her the way Lex and Clark would have. He would encourage her abilities, teaching her to use them to help people, while at the same time, avoiding unwanted attention, he would probably have to consult the Kents on that. He would also spoil her rotten, like he knew Lex would. Screw Green Arrow! Screw Metropolis! His life is now dedicated to that adorable little girl in his penthouse, waiting for her Uncle Ollie to return home. He doubted she would call him Oliver, and he definitely didn't want to be Daddy. He dreaded the day she would try to call him that. He knows that his heart will rip to teeny tiny pieces when she does, but he'll never show it. He won't let it show. He didn't deserve to be Daddy, not when the two men who rightfully own that title died in his arms.
The elevator dinged, pulling him out of his thoughts as he anxiously waited for the door to open.
He rushed through once the crack was big enough to fit through, but stopped when he saw everyone gathered around him. Chloe stood to the side, her arms crossed, with a small smile on her face. His team slouched in different areas of the penthouse, smirking at him. The Kents looked up from unpacking their shopping bags. Martha's red, teary face was something he was used to seeing the past few days, but when he saw Johnathan's face in the same condition, his stomach dropped to his feet.
"Where is she?" he asked, his voice hollow. Oh, please, don't let anything be wrong.
Martha came up to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He froze for a moment before awkwardly returning the embrace. There's something wrong. Something has happened to Olivia! He knew he should have never left!
"She's in your room. She just woke up." Martha said as she pulled away, her voice calming.
He frowned in confusion. "Why hasn't someone went to check on her? She usually needs a bottle around this time." He glanced at his watch to be sure, and yes, it was five o'clock. Her bottle is actually supposed to be around four thirty, but he let it slide. She was probably as exhausted as he was. "Is she okay, Martha? Is Dr. Tidwell here?" They all looked at one another, as if having some silent conversation. "Guys," he said slowly, looking at each one in turn, "Who has Olivia?"
"Let him go," Chloe told them, looking only at Oliver. "He needs to see it for himself." His heart started pounding as he rushed past them towards his room. Has she already developed powers? Is she flying around his room or something? Clark couldn't fly, but Oliver failed to see why he couldn't. If the man could jump a hundred stories without breaking a sweat, surely he could have taken it one step further...
His thoughts slammed to screeching halt when he heard muffled voices behind his door. The voices were male, but he refused to think why they sounded so familiar. No, it's not possible. They died, he saw it, he felt it. He held their hands as they stopped breathing.
He gripped the doorknob tightly, glad he didn't have Clark's strength, because even now, he was worried he would crush it. The muffled voices quieted, but then another sound reached Oliver's ears. It was a sound that continued to surprise him even after a few days with her. It was a high-pitched shriek that wasn't a cry. It took a day and a half for Oliver to realize that when Olivia shrieked like that, it wasn't a pained sound. It was a sound of joy. She was laughing.
Oliver froze to the spot when the door was pulled open, despite his iron grip on the handle. He stared at the orange-clad chest, his mind trying to stop his heart from swelling with hope. He slowly raised his eyes to see the broad chest, the square jaw, the kind smile, and then finally, a pair of vivid green eyes and curly black hair.
Suddenly, everything turned on its side as he collapsed, his knees giving out from under him. "Oliver!" he heard someone gasp.
"Lex, get Dad to help." Oliver vaguely saw a blur of Lex run past them with a lavender bundle in his arms, but then Clark leaned over him, his eyes wide with worry. "It's okay, Oliver, we're here. We're back. Olivia is okay. We fed her and changed her, and we were waiting for you to come home so we could tell you, but we didn't know how to do it, so we thought we would just let you come to us, and God, I didn't know it would mess up like this..." Oliver's head was fuzzy again like it had been all day, but he saw himself coming closer to Clark while he rambled. He felt his large shoulders and his muscled back under his hands as he pulled him in, clinging to him like he would a rock in the rapids.
Everything around him was muffled as it seemed to take forever for Clark to wrap his arms around him, but when they did, sound suddenly came back loudly and painfully as broken sobs hit his ears like knives. Clark held him tighter, almost too tight, whispering to him and rocking him slightly. The sobs grew faster and louder, and it wasn't until his throat felt raw that Oliver realized the sobs were coming from him, and that the fuzzy appearance of the hallway around them was just his eyes clouded over with tears, streaming down his face without restraint.
Another pair of arms came around them, and Oliver felt someone kneel behind him, pressing his body to his. Oliver lost all strength when he felt a smooth, bald head under his hand. The two men cradled him in their arms as he purged himself of all the grief, pain, and hopelessness that tore a hole in his chest, leaving the scarred edges to heal.
"Martha and Johnathan will keep Olivia in their room tonight." Lex's voice soothed in his ear. "Tonight is just us. Clark and I," another sob tore out of Oliver's chest, "Clark and I want to talk."
Oliver nodded, not able to trust his voice. With their help, he climbed up from the floor and they led him into his bedroom, laying him gently on his king-sized bed, which oddly enough, had green sheets.
"Just rest for a while, Oliver." Clark said, with a warm smile. "Lex and I will be back in a little while. We didn't really get a chance to talk to everybody." They turned towards the door, when Oliver leaped out with a broken sound, grabbing Clark's shirt.
"No!" He cried, his voice cracking. "Please, stay."
Clark's face fell, and he looked up at Lex. Lex nodded, "I'll stay with him, Clark. Go calm things down out there. They're probably worried about Oliver." Clark looked between Lex and Oliver, helpless for a moment, before he set his shoulders. Lex gently pried Oliver's hand off of Clark, letting the fingers grip his hand instead.
"Okay," he reluctantly agreed, standing. "I'll be right back." He stopped, as if to kiss Lex, but he pulled away, looking briefly at Oliver. "Right back," he said again, before he left.
Oliver let out a whoosh of air, collapsing back on to his bed, squeezing his eyes shut. He's lost it. He's finally lost it. He's got to be imagining this! There's no way that those two...
"Ollie?" Lex asked, unsure. The quiet voice forced his eyes open. Lex sat beside him on the bed, still holding his hand. "This is real. You're not going crazy."
"How did you-" he asked, his voice thick.
"I've seen quite a few people come back from the dead in my day. Though, I never had to see what you had to see." He clutched Oliver's hand tighter, kissing his knuckles. The action made Oliver's head clear and his heart race. "We're so sorry that you had to go through that. All of you, but we couldn't have picked a better person to watch our daughter, Oliver. Just from what everyone told us, I can tell you love her so much."
"I love you, Lex." Oliver blurted, the skin of his knuckles tingling where Lex kissed them. Lex pulled back, his eyes wide and his lips parted. Oliver kept going, sure that he was about to lose him and Olivia for good. "Losing you and Clark was the worst fucking thing to ever happen to me. I watched you die, Lex." He ignored Lex's flinch. "Watching the two of you just-...just leave me like that. It ripped a fucking whole in my chest, and I know that sounds stupid, but it's true. Olivia was the only thing I had, and I love her will all my heart. I love you. I love Clark. And, God, I just want the three of you to stay with me for the rest of my life. I love you all so much, and I can't lose you again." He used his grip on Lex's hand to pull him closer, their faces inches apart. "I understand now, Lex. I understand why you did what you did. I would give up everything for you. Queen Industries, Green Arrow, Metropolis, and even my fucking life for the three of you!" He pressed his lips to Lex's, groaning with monumental relief that he could feel all the way down to his bones. Before Lex could react, he pulled away, clutching the man to him with all of his strength. "I was so scared, Lex. Don't ever leave me again!"
Lex sat, stunned, as Oliver wrapped himself around his torso, trembling. His lips burned where Oliver kissed them, and he barely resisted the urge to rub them with his fingers. He sensed Clark coming in the room and stopping in the doorway. Lex gave him a firm look before wrapping his arms around Oliver, holding him tighter when the action tore a shudder from him.
"Love you guys so much, Lex," his voice said, muffled in the shirt Lex wore. Clark went rigid, looking up to Lex. Lex only nodded, kissing the head of golden hair in front of him.
"Oliver," Lex's voice was rough and quiet as he spoke, "it'll all be okay."
"No, it won't!" Oliver snapped, pulling away. He noticed Clark standing at the door, but looked back at Lex, anger in his eyes. "You two are going to take Olivia and leave me. You have Clark. Clark has you. You both have Olivia-"
"We need you, too, Oliver." Clark muttered, cutting him off. "When I needed you, you were there. When Lex and Olivia needed you, you were there. You drop everything and come to our sides with no questions asked, and you know we would do the same for you." He crossed the room in three strides, kneeling by the bed, his eyes locked with Oliver's. "Naming Olivia after you was the easiest decision Lex and I ever made, and giving her to you when we thought we would never see her again was even easier. You were there for them both, and I couldn't imagine how we could love anyone more than we love you."
Oliver felt like the world was yanked out from under him again, but this time, it was less of a free-fall and more like floating. They loved him? If they loved him, they wouldn't leave, right?
Clark leaned closer to him, a hand cradling his cheek. "We also named our daughter Olivia because we want her to be named after all of her fathers. We want you to raise her with us, Oliver. We want you to be a part of our family." He fell then. He fell down and he must have hit his head and died. There was no way in Heaven, Hell, or Earth that this could be happening.
"Clark..." was all he could say, emotion clogging his throat.
Clark gave him a small smile, his thumb brushing his cheek. "Nothing about us is normal, Oliver. We love you, and the lives we live make it stupid to deny it. The three of us have been alone for too long. We need each other." He paused, thinking. "We'll have to talk about this, yeah, but right now, we feel the same way you do." He suddenly pressed his lips to Oliver's. Oliver's groan of relief was broken as he clung to Clark. After a moment, Clark pulled away, breathing heavily. Oliver huffed before continuing to kiss his jaw, working his way down Clark's neck. "Oliver-" Clark breathed, amused. "Oliver-oh! Oliver, wait a minute."
Oliver pulled away, groaning. "Clark, please!" He snatched Clark's hand, pressing it into the hardness in his pants. "I need to feel you, Clark." He whipped around to stare down Lex, his eyes begging. "I need you. Need to know you're really here. With me." He heard Clark moan behind him, his hand pressing harder on Oliver's cock. Lex watched, his jaw slack, before he lunged forward, a small sound escaping his throat as he claimed Oliver's lips.
"Clark?" Lex said into Oliver's mouth. Clark pressed in tight behind him, still palming Oliver through his pants. Oliver whimpered, bucking his hips.
Clark reached past Oliver to caress Lex's head, pulling a shiver out of him. "I can bottom. I don't want to hurt either of you."
Oliver yanked himself away from Lex's lips, colliding back into Clark's chest. Falling back into his body was like throwing himself into a warm wall of steel. Clark's arm wrapped protectively around his middle to keep him upright. Oliver clung to it, a wild look in his eyes. "No!" He gasped. "No, I want you inside me, Clark. I need it to hurt a little bit. I need to feel it."
"Oliver-" Clark began but Lex shook his head.
"No, Clark, he's right. The pain helps us remember it's real. He needs this." Lex looked a little withdrawn as he said it, pulling away, but Oliver reached out, grabbing his hand.
"What about you, Lex?" He asked, uncertain. The Lex he remembered would want the pain, too, but perhaps Lex has had enough pain?
"Lex." Clark said, catching his gaze. They shared a look, unspoken words flying between them, then Lex nodded once, looking away. "We'll never pressure you, Lex. When you're ready, you can tell us." He nodded again, paling a bit.
Oliver made a grunt of understanding. He could understand that Lex still needed to work past the memories. It's going to be hard enough without Clark there, reminding him of what happened to them.
"I can give," Lex suddenly said, his voice firm. "but I don't think I'm ready for taking, not yet. Give me time."
"Lex, you have all the time in the world," Oliver assured, squeezing his hand for emphasis. Lex smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, his eyes warmer. "I'll bottom. I want to see both of you." Lex shuddered, and Clark laughed breathlessly. Oliver leaned back further into Clark's chest, feeling naturally safe in his arms, but looking at Lex, he felt like the one who needed to protect him. And both of them needed to protect Clark. While their troubles were normal, or as normal as billionaires could be, Clark's demons were darker, bigger, and a thousand times scarier, and while Clark could rip this entire thirty-story building out of the ground, his heart, his mind, was so vulnerable and fragile. Oliver and Lex knew what the monsters, both human and alien, could do with that, so it was their job to protect that.
Lex nodded once, a not-quite-there smile on his face.
No more words were said as they fell into each other, hands and lips going everywhere. Clark held Oliver as Lex mouthed the side of Clark's neck, using his teeth to elicit gasps and moans from the farmboy. Clark's lips were on Oliver's, returning Oliver's desperate passion with abandon. Teeth clacked together and tongues wrestled clumsily for dominance, but Oliver thought the kiss was absolute perfection. He heard Lex moan above him, and he could feel Clark's strength around him.
Clothes started coming off, some slowly while others were torn apart in a heated frenzy. Skin met skin and suddenly the men couldn't get enough. Clark flipped Oliver under him. Oliver's legs were around his waist, his feet grazing Lex's thighs as Lex moved to kneel over Clark.
Oliver's head reeled, leaving him helpless as calloused hands ran down his chest, pausing to rub over his nipples. Oliver hissed, arching his body into Clark's. Clark's mouth was back on his, tasting Oliver until all he could taste was Clark. He was like fresh honey and expensive coffee. Dark, exotic, and so incredibly sweet it was decadent. He suddenly felt fingers, slick with lube, teasing his entrance. He shuddered, thrusting his hips into Clark's.
Clark then growled low in his throat, "God, Lex!" Oliver looked up to see Lex over Clark, staring down Clark's body as his fingers prepped him. The sight made the probing fingers on his own body feel so much better. His nerves were electrified, every little breath and touch feeling absolutely incredible. He watched Clark arch his back beautifully, pressing back into Lex's hand, then he gasped when a finger breached him.
It stung. He didn't know what to expect, but he certainly wasn't expecting it to burn. "Clark!" He gasped, his eyes screwing shut. "Clark! Wait just a minute." Clark slowed, his movements careful and slow despite Lex's ministrations behind him. Clark was panting for breath, and Oliver could imagine if he was human he would be sweating with the effort it took to hold back.
After a moment, Clark added a second finger, kissing Oliver's forehead when he winced. He thrusted slowly. Oliver held onto Clark's shoulders, feeling Lex's lips kiss his knuckles. Soon the burn eased and Oliver felt the urge to arch into Clark. This was missing something. There was something there that needed…
"Oh my God, Clark! Fuck!" Clark found whatever it was with his fingers, somewhere inside Oliver. Each time he brushed it, it sent a white-hot bolt of pleasure up his back, making him arch and gasp like a porn star. Clark leaned into Oliver, swallowing his moans and pants with his lips. His fingers sped, and Oliver could feel the strength Clark was using, above him, around him, and inside of him. "More, Clark! Please. I need more!"
He added a third finger, groaning at both Oliver's wanton moan and Lex's prod to his prostate. Clark couldn't hold on much longer. His dick was so hard. He felt like he was burning from the inside out, and there was nothing that could stop the explosion building inside him.
"Lex!" Clark gasped, pulling his fingers away from Oliver's body, his heart clenching at the primal whine coming from him. He forced himself to look over his shoulder at Lex, but the sight of Oliver writhing under him was almost too good to resist. This, right here, with Lex and Oliver, was one of Clark's dreams come to life. These men were two of the best friends he ever had. They always watched over him, protected him, and now they both love him. Good or bad, whatever happens after this night will change their lives forever.
"I love it when you say my name like that, Clark!" Oliver watched Lex devour Clark with his lips, the normally calm and collected exterior falling away to show someone starved for affection. Oliver could see what Clark saw in Lex. He was so vulnerable, and so beautiful. While their lips were meshed together, Lex blindly reached out for Oliver, guiding Clark's hands to his hips. Clark's strong fingers took a firm grip of his hips, his hands clenching with each swipe of Lex's tongue over his lips.
Lex finally pulled away, his hands resting over Clark's. "I want to see you press inside of him, Clark."
Clark's breath left him in a groan, and Oliver felt his heart skip a beat. "You're going to kill us if you talk like that." Lex grinned, a grin that was as seductive as it was primal. It was such a heated, promising look that Oliver had to close his eyes before he came too soon.
Then his eyes flew open when he felt the blunt head of Clark's cock press into him. A shout of both pleasure and pain tore from him, his body suddenly wrapping around Clark, refusing to let him go. Clark entered Oliver in one smooth motion, the impact of his hips both excruciating and addicting. Clark froze above him, his hands clenching Oliver's hips, almost to the point of bruising. The grip actually did turn bruising when Clark moaned brokenly, a look of plain ecstasy on his face. Oliver knew he could die right then with a smile on his face. He couldn't think of anything more beautiful than Clark right then. A grunt from Lex stole his attention, and their eyes met. Well, he could think of one thing…
They fell into an easy rhythm of push and pull, their bodies rocking together. Clark spent most of the time with his face buried between Oliver's neck and shoulder, his rough tongue gliding up and down the column of his throat, occasionally sucking a hickey into his skin. He couldn't bring himself to care. He needed proof that this was real. That he wouldn't wake up tomorrow just to realize this was a dream. Lex leaned close over them, interlacing his fingers with Oliver's and running his lips over Clark's back.
Clark arched into both Lex and Oliver, caught between the pleasure of being both the lover and the loved. Oliver squirmed under him, feeling the thrusts of both men, his balls tightening with each maddening graze to his prostate. Lex clutched Oliver's fingers like a lifeline as he rocked into Clark. Clark's body felt like a furnace, almost too hot to touch and his body squeezed around his dick, the muscles rippling over him unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Oliver's cries grew louder with each thrust. Clark clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to tear something apart as the pleasure built in the base of his spine. Lex started biting Clark, trying to quiet the filthy moans pouring out of his mouth. He dug his teeth into Clark's shoulder, sparing a moment to mourn the fact he couldn't leave any marks.
"Oh, God!" Oliver gasped, arching his entire body into Clark. He clung to Clark, clawing his back and pulling his hair. "I'm gonna-…I'm have to…" Clark angled his body a bit before slamming back into Oliver, hitting his prostate with deadly accuracy.
"CLARK! Oh, fuck! Oh, Lex!" Clark pounded into Oliver's body. Lex followed Clark's example, slamming his hips into Clark's. Clark cried out, using a fraction of his strength to force his dick into the tightening passage around him.
He thrusted once, twice, three more times before Oliver's face was lost in an expression of pure pleasure. "LEX! CLARK! Oh, right there! Right fucking there!" With a loud keen, Oliver climaxed, coming between their stomachs, making their movement slicker and all the more stimulating. Oliver continued screaming their names, moaning and writhing under them.
Clark tried to hold on for as long as he could, desperately trying to rein in his strength as he plowed into Oliver's twitching body, yanking small moans and shudders from the blonde. He fought to concentrate even as Lex mercilessly teased his prostate with his dick. Clark's cock grazed Oliver's prostate and his body clamped him like a vice, forcing an orgasm out of him. Clark came with a surprised shout, his tightening passage pulling a climax out of Lex. They shook in a tangle of limbs, clinging to each other as the orgasms tapered off, leaving them light-headed and exhausted.
Clark and Lex fell on either side of Oliver. Clark propped his head on Oliver's chest. Lex pulled Oliver into him, propping his head on his arm as he carded his fingers through Clark's thick hair. They all panted for breath, letting the lethargy of their afterglow pull them under.
"I love you both." Clark said in the quiet room. "I need you both to know that."
Oliver smiled, kissing the hair tickling his nose. "We both love you, too, Clark. I'm so happy you two are back. You guys have a beautiful little girl."
"You do, too, Oliver." Lex said, back to his calm and collected façade. "Tomorrow morning, you will officially be listed as a guardian for Olivia Marlira Kent. I promise."
"You mean Sutton, right?" Clark asked, his sleepy voice slurring the words. Oliver and Lex laughed, hugging the tired man.
"No, Kent." Oliver replied. "Olivia Kent. I like it. Don't worry, Clark. She'll be the sole heir to the Queen fortune. I don't intend to have any other kids. That is, with anyone else, but I guess we'll talk about that."
Clark grimaced, his eyes glaring daggers suddenly. "It's not happening again!" He snapped. "Olivia was a miracle, but it's not worth risking your lives for another."
"We'll talk, Clark." Lex assured him, a small gentle smile on his face. "Let's get some sleep. We've all had a rough week." They settled into a comfortable embrace, whispering good nights to each other as they drifted to sleep.
They jerked awake again when they heard Olivia's cries. Lex and Clark couldn't help themselves as they started to laugh. Oliver just groaned.
"Oh, no, I forgot to make her bottle. She must be hungry." He moved to get out of bed, but then two sets of arms held him down. "Guys, she needs me." He protested. "She needs a bottle for bed." The men laughed again as they both climbed up to their knees, still pinning Oliver.
"Don't worry," Lex cooed, leaning over Oliver. He kissed the blonde, plunging his tongue deep into his mouth. He pulled away, grinning when Oliver tried to follow. "Martha is excellent with kids. We trust her. Right, Clark?"
Oliver jerked when a pair of hot lips started sliding over the pulse in his throat, but then his head lolled to the side, giving him better access, a weary moan leaving his throat. The lips pulled back long enough to whisper a 'yes' before they were back on his throat, a twin set on the other side joining them, making Oliver rock-hard and weeping in seconds.
"Oh, God! Don't stop!"
He didn't want them to stop. Ever. He just wanted to be with them, and with Olivia, for the rest of his life. These two men and that little baby girl were his world now and he would do anything to protect them. He no longer cared about Green Arrow, or Queen Industries. If that all vanished tomorrow, he had his fail-safe. He would have his new family. If he had to, he would change his name to Oliver fucking Kent, but he would never let these people out of his sight again. With Lex and Clark, he was just Oliver, and to that little girl, he would be Uncle Ollie, and those are the two names he would rather die than to ever, ever give up!
