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Don't own JL/JLU
Warnings: Sexual situations between two guys...don't like don't read
Wally had rented a sleek black suit for a pretty good price. He didn't bother with a tie and left his collar open slightly, giving him a hip look. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to fix his hair the way he liked it. If all went well then tonight would be the last night he would have to put up with Luthor, ever.
The others were getting ready to search LexCorp's main building and Wally's goal tonight was to make sure Luthor didn't take or make any calls that would alert him to the League's activities. He glanced over his shoulder at the clock behind him, checking on the time. He would have to take a cab to meet up with Luthor at the office; the older man wanted him to ride in his limo to the ball, something Wally was anxious about.
He sighed and put a hand on his forehead.
"Just one more night…just one more night…" He told himself and the mantra seemed to calm him down.
He took one last look at himself before walking out of his apartment.
Lex was up in his office on the phone when Wally walked in. He shivered; the place was even creepier at night. Luthor hung up the line and looked at Wally, his eyes raking down the younger man in hunger.
"I'm glad you're on time."
"Yeah, me too…" Wally gave him a smile before glancing at the phone. "Who was that?"
"No one important…" He stood up and was dressed in a nice three piece suit, all black except for a green cummerbund and bow tie.
"You look good." Luthor told Wally bluntly, leaning in when he got close enough to kiss him. Wally returned the kiss as best he could after being caught off guard and shrugged.
"…thanks."
Luthor gave him another smirk and motioned for him to follow, "Come on. We don't want to be too late."
Wally had never seen so many flashing lights but as soon as they stepped out of the limo they were surrounded by cameras, who lined the carpet that led into the banquet hall. Security teams kept them from getting too close but Wally could still hear them. They were yelling questions and trying to get Wally to look over at them. Luthor helped Wally through the mess and led him up the marble stairs that led into the main hall.
"I would think you'd be used to that…" He said as Wally tried to get his vision back.
"…I don't think anybody would get used to that."
He looked around the room, trying to see if he could spot Bruce or Clark. Luthor shook his head and grabbed one of the many waiters that were running around with trays filled with drinks and food. He took two glasses off of the tray and handed one to Wally.
"Cheers?" He held his glass up and Wally clinked his against Luthor's.
"Thanks."
They both took deep drinks of the champagne and Luthor set his empty glass down.
"Now, I have to mingle but I never stay long. We'll be able to leave soon." He patted Wally on the shoulder and walked off to go and chat with someone Wally didn't recognize.
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The red head suddenly felt abandoned. He was out of his place at something like this and after a few minutes of being asked if he could get some more shrimp cocktails, he decided to walk around.
"Wally?" He heard a deep voice call after what seemed to be hours of wandering around and dancing with random strangers.
"Clark!" Wally's face went into a smile and he walked up to the larger man.
"How's everything?" Clark asked, looking a bit too big for his suit.
"Boring as hell. How are things going on our end?"
Clark quickly looked around; making sure no one was paying attention to them.
"John says they found a pretty good stock pile of weapons, enough to arm a small country and most with the objective of disabling Meta humans." He folded his arms, "When this breaks I'm hoping that Lois picks up the story, she can run something like this for months."
Wally snickered, "Yeah she could. Well that's good, I'm glad." He tried to sound casual as he changed the conversation, "Have you seen Bruce yet?"
"Mhm, I think he's on the dance floor with a few of Metropolis' most eligible widows."
Wally followed Clark's gaze across the room and saw Bruce standing in the middle of what seemed to be very rich elderly women. He was laughing politely but Wally could see him trying to edge away. Clark laughed as Luthor walked over to them.
"Hello Clark."
Clark's smile faded but still stayed on his face, "Hello, Mr. Luthor." He said.
Luthor smiled at him and noticed where he was looking, "Bruce does have his way with the ladies, doesn't he?" His eyes then shifted to Wally, watching the red head look away.
Clark nodded to appease Luthor but didn't say anything; the two heroes had fallen silent. Luthor finally cleared his throat and put a hand on Wally's shoulder.
"Well, I hate to be a spoil sport but I planned to make this a short evening. Come on, Wally."
Luthor started walking away and Wally gave Clark a puzzled look before following him.
The Man of Steel stood there for a moment before quickly going to try and get Bruce free of the women.
It was a quiet car ride back to Luthor's home and it wasn't until they had been in the car for twenty minutes that Wally spoke.
"…isn't the office back that way?" He said, peering out of the window, not recognizing the area.
"Do you want to go home?"
Wally looked back over his shoulder and glanced at the bald man. "…uh…."
Luthor smiled at him as the driver took the turn up the long driveway. "Come on, I'll give you the grand tour. What do you say?"
Wally fidgeted; he still hadn't gotten the all clear call from anyone and was a little unsure of what to do. "Er, of course. Sounds like blast."
Luthor's smile widened as the driver opened the door to let them out. "Well then, let's begin."
Wally walked up the steps and vaguely wondered why rich people insisted on having so many stairs, there really wasn't much of a point and escalators would be a lot more fun. The door was opened for them and Wally tried smiling at the servant but the man avoided looking at him. Wally's smile faltered as he walked into the entrance hall.
Luthor's place was extravagant to say the least, everything seemed larger then life and unnecessary.
"You like it so far?"
The honest answer would have been no but Wally was just a bit smarter then that, "Yeah it's pretty cool."
"Well, come on then, let's continue." Luthor wrapped a hand over Wally's shoulder and led him down a hallway.
Clark stood next to Bruce as he was finally able to wave off his elderly groupies.
"…that was a long forty-five minutes." He sighed, taking another sip of champagne.
Clark watched him for a moment, giving him a few seconds to recover, "Luthor's already left."
Bruce frowned but gave Clark a slight look, as if knowing that the taller man wasn't saying everything. "He always leaves early."
"…he took Wally with him."
Only someone who knew Bruce well enough would have seen the slight change in his stance as Clark spoke, the tensing of his shoulders and the grip on his glass becoming only a bit tighter.
"Call John, see if they headed back to the office."
Clark looked a little unsure but he scrambled off to do what Bruce asked, seeing the look in the Dark Knight's eye.
Luthor had taken Wally out to one of his balconies that overlooked his large estate. Wally was leaning against the marble railing, looking around the area before glancing up at the stars.
"Do you want something to drink?" Luthor asked from behind.
"Yeah, sure." Wally answered, still a bit fascinated with the stars. He heard Luthor leave the balcony and Wally reached in his pocked to fish out a small pager. He couldn't risk having his League com link with him so Clark had given him his old pager.
Still no word.
Which meant he still had to play nice.
He sighed and slipped the pager back into his pocket as Luthor returned with two glasses filled with a dark liquid.
"Here you go."
Wally took the liquid and downed it, needing something to get him through another conversation with Luthor.
"So, did you enjoy yourself tonight?"
Wally nodded, staring at his empty cup for a moment, something felt a bit off. "Yeah…"
Luthor stood next to him and placed his glass on the railing, kissing Wally roughly. Wally's head jerked back, slower then what he was used to being able to do.
Luthor still smiled at him; despite the fact he had been denied. He seemed to count for a few more seconds before reaching back for Wally.
Wally couldn't move back they way he wanted and he sagged against Luthor, his mind going fuzzy.
"…Lex?" He asked as he felt Luthor shift him in his arms, carrying him now. He sounded like a helpless child.
"Don't worry, Wally."
Wally could hear a door being opened and he was carried a few more steps before being dropped harshly on a comfy bed.
Lex sat on top of the redhead, straddling his hips as he started to unbutton his shirt. Wally tried moving one of his arms to stop him but he flopped to the side uselessly.
"…Bruce…" Wally whispered as Lex bit down on his shoulder. Luthor smiled, that was what he had been waiting for. He reached for something Wally couldn't see but the younger man heard a small click.
"So, you and Bruce have done this before?"
"mhmm…yes…" Wally suddenly felt very hot as if he needed something…something that Luthor was willing to give him.
"You've slept with Bruce Wayne?" Luthor had stopped his actions, making Wally whine in need.
"Yes! I've slept with Bruce…now…what are you waiting for Lex?" He practically purred out the other man's name and Wally saw him move again and another click.
Luthor smiled. A potent mixture of tranquilizer and aphrodisiac of his own design had been slipped into Wally's drink, making the red head desperate for Luthor even if he normally wouldn't have been. It would play with his mind, making him more willing to say things he would never say and would help Luthor have a enjoyable evening.
Luthor had ripped off Wally's shirt and was admiring the younger man's chest when he saw Wally's face shift. He didn't know of the other man's metabolism and he paused his ministrations.
"L-Lex? What are you doing?"
Luthor frowned and looked down at his own arousal, he was past the point of stopping and Wally would just have to deal with it.
Wally fought against him but Luthor was heavy and had Wally pinned in an awkward angle. He thrashed under the man's hand as Luthor dragged his nails down his chest, going for his pants.
The bed vibrated for a moment and both of the men could see a faint light coming from Wally's jacket.
"I suppose you'll have to get that later." Luthor muttered, leaning down to bite Wally's neck.
"LEX!! STOP!" Wally yelled out but Luthor only smiled into his neck.
"You won't be saying that soon."
uthor's a bastard but we all knew that, right?
