Note: Bonus Chapter, my loves! I would like to warn that some kinky stuff happens in the end, so brace yourselves! Here is some family fluff with a classic DC cameo (in the classic Smallville style) lol...You guys made me so happy with your comments...I love to hear from y'all...and I hope this is the epilogue you were wanting! Love ya! 333
The rain in Spain doesn't necessarily fall in the plains, because Lex was on the coast and it has been pouring for days. He ran through the downpour, holding his jacket over his head. He remembered being powerful enough that he would just step out of a limo with some fresh-faced intern holding an umbrella over his head, but now it hit his head like any normal guy. The thought made him laugh under his breath.
"Mr. Sutton," a tall man in a suit rushed up to him, holding an umbrella. Well, since Oliver gave him a share of Queen Industries, giving him back most of his old projects, he supposed he had some of his prestige back. "I am Guillermo Valtez, the accounting head. You should have called," the executive said in a heavily accented English, "We would have had a car come for you." A crack of thunder clapped over them, making them jump. "Or perhaps a boat."
Lex chuckled, following the man into the high-rise, peeling off his coat to hang by the door.
"It was a surprise to hear that Mr. Queen wouldn't oversee this proposal directly. He has been trying to work with us for years." Guillermo remarked, leading Lex to the elevators. They entered the elevator, a flash of lightning illuminating the building in grays and whites.
Lex shrugged, leaning back against the wall with a hand in his pocket. His fingers grazed a glossy piece of paper, the edges worn from his fingers as he fiddled with it. "Oliver Queen is a busy man, and that is the understatement of the century. He trusts me. I want to be considered just as an extension of Oliver Queen's interest. There is nothing I approve of that he doesn't."
The tanned man nodded thoughtfully, a small smile on his face. "Yes, we have heard. I hear his daughter is now a teenager." He laughed then. "My little flower is only nine. I can only imagine how difficult it is to have a teenage daughter alongside a billion-dollar industry."
Lex suppressed a scoff. Tell me about it… "She is. She is beautiful."
Guillermo then looked down at the hand Lex still had in his pocket, then reached into his, pulling out his wallet. He opened the billfold, taking out a small picture. "My little Francesca the day she was born." He handed Lex the photo. The baby had the same tanned skin of her father, a thick curl of black hair on her head. Seeing the tiny bundle in the picture made Lex's heart ache. He missed the days where Olivia was that small.
"She's adorable." He said, handing the picture back. He then took out the worn photo in his pocket. It was a picture Chloe's boyfriend, Jimmy, had taken while they all spent their rare day off at the Kent's farmhouse, the house they rebuilt after it burned to ashes.
Olivia was four years old, her father's ebony hair cascading in small waves down her back. Lex's gray eyes shown with joy in her face when she saw Oliver pull into the driveway. He had been in Star City, closing the sale on his home, so he could move to Smallville with Lex and Clark. She had showed her first power the week before. During a temper tantrum, she tore her tricycle to pieces, the metal had been bent and twisted beyond recognition. Clark had quickly stepped in to calm her, but now that strength looked almost non-existent in the frail little girl running towards the smiling blonde.
"Daddy!" She squealed jumping into his waiting arms. Oliver yelped as he was tackled to the ground, groaning.
"Olivia Kent!" Lex gasped, running up to Oliver with Clark to check on him. Clark picked up the pouting Olivia, cradling her close while Lex helped Oliver sit up. Oliver winced as he sat up, shaking dirt out of his hair, before he smiled. Then the smile turned into a laugh. "Oliver, are you okay?"
Oliver laughed again, leaning back on his elbows. "Yeah, Lex, I'm fine." He then moved to his feet, cringing, holding his side. "That's going to bruise." He turned to Olivia, who was now hiding her face in Clark's shoulder, as Clark tried to soothe her with Kryptonian whispers. "Hey, Girl Scout." The little girl looked up, her bottom lip trembling. He tapped the protruding lip with his thumb, before carding his fingers through her hair. "I'm okay. Daddy's okay. Just maybe next time, we won't give you a running start." Clark and Lex chuckled, relief running through them. Olivia's new strength was scary. Clark now understood how his own parents felt.
"You have to be very careful now, Livvy." Clark added, looking his daughter in the eye. "You and I are not like everyone else. We both have to be careful not to break anything, that includes Kiri and Daddy, okay?"
The little girl nodded, her tiny fists gripping her father's jacket. "Okay, Papa." She was still pouting, nervously glancing at Oliver. All three men seemed to come to the same conclusion of how to cheer her up, because while Clark leaned in to kiss the top of her head, Oliver kissed her cheek, while Lex took a little hand in both of his and pressed his lips to her knuckles. They didn't hear the click of a camera nor did they see the small smile on the little girl's face.
Guillermo's eyes widened as he looked at the picture, but he said nothing as he handed it back. "She is beautiful. The tall one, he's the father?"
Lex nodded. "Yeah, Oliver adopted her when he saw Clark struggling to support her." At least, that was the story.
"She looks much like him." Was all he said before the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. "Shall we get to work?"
Lex straightened, a friendly smile on his face as he slipped into a Luthor state of mind. "Yes, Mr. Valtez." They entered the room together while Lex reminded himself of the figures Oliver gave him. He would get everything Oliver wanted, even the things he didn't expect to get. That's the least he should do for his family, especially since he felt every slow second that passed without them. Screw the ten-hour flight back home. He knows exactly who to call to get home in the blink of an eye.
Despite his plan to escape Spain via alien, he took the jet home, using the quiet plane ride to indulge his jet lag with a quick nap. He needed all the energy he could get when he got home. The night he left was certainly one to remember. It was like Valtez said, Olivia was now a teenager, and now Lex knew what a nightmare it must have been to raise Clark, or maybe because Olivia was a girl, it made it worse.
While Clark argued with Johnathan as a kid about football, Olivia started picking fights with them about cheerleading. Lex groaned just at the thought of it. The sport had so many ways to expose his little girl. In the heat of the moment, she could forget about her strength and accidentally crush another girl's foot as she lifted her. She would be too heavy for a pyramid, even though she looked like a strong breeze could knock her over. And God forbid she sets fire to the gym as she flirts with the jocks!
Her heat vision had to have been one of the most awkward talks Clark ever had to have with his daughter. He was every bit like Mr. Kent as he valiantly fought through words like 'arousal' or 'sex' without blushing. It made Oliver and Lex's 'birds and the bees' lecture seem like a talk about the weather. It was a miracle that Olivia was a genius, though it didn't settle the men's discomfort when they found out exactly how much she was able to research about sex. While Lex had tried hard to forget all of the sordid details that came out of his baby's mouth, Oliver had seemed to take notes if later that night was any indication.
Clark sighed, covering his face with his hands when he heard a door slam. Olivia was home, and she wasn't happy. He spared a moment to hope that she didn't break the hinges again before she sped in, throwing her bookbag on the table.
The room went silent as Olivia waited for her father to look at her. Clark steeled himself for hysterics as he slowly lowered his hands, but when he looked at his fourteen-year-old daughter, her face was red and tear-stained. Clark jumped to his feet, rushing over to pull her in his arms. His heart sank when she whimpered, clutching him with all of her strength. It made his breath leave him in a whoosh, but he held her tighter. She hadn't held on to him that hard since she was a little girl.
"Dad," her thick voice yanked at something in his chest. "I messed up. I did something bad!"
Clark tensed in fear. Oh, no, what did she do?! Did she tear her desk apart? Did she set something on fire? Did she hurt someone?!
He suddenly felt completely alone. Oliver was in Metropolis and Lex was on his way back from Spain. What if he couldn't handle it himself?
Clark kissed the top of Olivia's head. "What did you do, Livvy? We'll fix this."
She shook her head, hiding her face in Clark's chest. "You can't, Dad! It's too late. You can't fix this!" Clark felt like his heart was torn out of his chest as he thought the worst. Oh, God, has she been exposed?! Did she kill someone?! The possibilities were running through Clark's head so fast, he couldn't breathe.
Olivia trembled again and Clark felt his knees wobble in response. "Let's go sit down, honey. We need to talk about this."
Olivia then pulled away, shaking her head. "No! Not just us. You'll freak out. I want Daddy and Kiri here, too." That made the dread form even thicker in Clark's stomach, but he nodded.
"Alright," he agreed, as if he ever could say no to her, "I'll wait until they're home, but the minute they get here, you spill your guts. Okay?" He held out his pinky finger and she wrapped hers around it with a watery smile.
His daughter nodded, standing a little straighter. "Okay. When is Kiri getting home?" They flexed their fingers, feeling hints of each other's other-worldly strength before they pulled away. Clark turned back to where he was sitting, folding up the Daily Planet he was reading. He may work there, but he still wanted to keep tabs on what he might have missed running after stories.
"Two hours. Oliver is going to pick him up from the airport after work. Until then, I'll get dinner started. Do you have any homework?" He looked up in time to see her pale and drop her eyes to her shoes. Her feet wobbled from side to side in what Lex called her 'guilty pose'. He fears the day she would realize she gave off such a tell-tale sign.
"No," she lied, and it was almost amusing to hear it come out of her mouth. Was he ever that bad at lying?
"Livvy," Clark warned. "You need to be honest with me. If not, I can just see what's in your backpack." He made sure she was glancing up before pointedly staring at her bookbag on the table, narrowing his eyes to x-ray the bag-
"No!" She protested. Clark noticed she said the word with desperation. He sighed as he turned back to her. She was now shifting from side to side, as if getting ready to run, and Clark knew then that whatever bad thing she done involved the backpack. "I-um-I accidentally left my books in my locker. I was in a hurry and Tim didn't want to miss the bus so I forgot."
It was obviously a cover, and it irritated Clark, especially with Tim Drake mixed into it. Lex was more than happy to point out that Olivia was tripping over her own feet, sometimes literally, for the sixteen-year-old almost as badly as Clark did for Lana. It was hard to have that boy over sometimes, especially with the way he often caught him looking at Olivia, like some diamond he stumbled across in his backyard. He tried to be nice to him, since he obviously wasn't going anywhere, but the thought of his little girl falling in love wasn't something he was enjoying.
"Was Tim involved in whatever happened today?" He had to know. If that boy hurt his little girl, he would find himself halfway to Japan before he could even blink.
"What?!" She exclaimed, a blush coloring her cheeks red. "No! I mean, not really."
"Not really?" He then heard the sound of an engine approaching the house. He sped over to the door, looking out of it, ignoring Olivia calling him. Of course. He should have known that Tim would be coming to save the day. Clark was even more annoyed by how much they had in common. Except the red and black motorcycle, good ol' Tim could keep that.
He opened the door and stood out on the porch, arms crossed. He heard Olivia slowly approach the door, her face tinted red. Her hearing was just as good as her father's, and she'd recognize the sound of that engine anywhere.
Tim's face was hidden inside his helmet.
Clark snorted. At least he has enough common sense to wear one…
Tim tensed when the helmet turned in the direction of the porch. He lifted up the red and black visor, and Clark could see his wide eyes, which shone with a tiny hint of anxiety. Olivia rolled her eyes when her father scoffed. She often remarked how similar her Kryptonian father was to her Grandpa. She could just imagine her Daddy and Kiri standing just inside the door, silently enjoying Tim's horror at facing her father.
Olivia jumped out in front of Clark, walking quickly over to Tim, purposefully keeping her father out of his sight. Tim already admitted to being afraid of her father, but God forbid the Kryptonian actually find out about it! That would be humiliating!
"Hey, Silver!" Tim called, the voice muffled through his helmet. Olivia smiled at the nickname, given to her by him the first time he saw her eyes. Her Kiri's gray eyes… "You feeling a little better? Today was brutal—,"
"Shh!" She hissed, running the rest of the way to him. He had removed his helmet and she took full advantage as she jumped over to him and slapped a hand over his mouth.
"W'th'ell?!" He tried to yell past her palm. Olivia didn't let up. She could just tell her father turned full attention on them, watching intently to find out what was going on.
She looked over her shoulder and found out she was right. His posture was rigid and he had an ear turned towards them. She narrowed her eyes. "Tim," she whispered, even though she knew it would sound like a yell to her father's ears, "keep your big mouth shut for a sec, okay? Dad doesn't know, yet."
Her super-hearing tuned in long enough to hear her father mutter, "You have two minutes, Olivia Marlira Kent. Then come inside."
Clark walked back in the house, shoulders stiff and worry gnawing at his insides. The Drake kid wasn't too freaked out. In fact, he almost seemed to act normal. So maybe whatever it was his daughter did wasn't because of her powers? Maybe, hopefully, it was something normal? Something that would upset a normal teenage girl?
He jumped when his cell phone suddenly started ringing. He would like to think that his nervous tics were temporary, but as he caught a glimpse of his daughter hugging the boy still straddling his bike, he begrudgingly realized that it was only going to get worse as his little girl grew up.
He picked up his phone from where he left it on the counter, answering it without checking the ID. "Hello?" He said automatically, but his attention was focused on the kitchen window where he could see his daughter slapping away a few tears on her cheeks. He gritted his teeth when he saw the boy reach up, wiping away a few with his thumb gently.
"Clark? Are you still there?" Oliver's voice came through the line, a laugh trailing his words.
Clark tore his eyes away from the teenagers and put his back to them, crossing his arms tightly. That boy made him uncomfortable. He had a deep, unerring feeling that he was going to take his little girl away from him. "Yeah, I'm here." He said, his voice quiet. He could almost feel Oliver's concern over the line. "So is Drake."
He could hear the relief in Oliver's voice as he chuckled. "I should have known he was there. Only Tim could get you riled up like that."
Clark shifted his weight, "It's not just that. Olivia came home crying. She said she did something bad. She won't tell me. She wants to wait until you and Lex are home."
The line was silent for a minute before he heard Oliver clear his throat. "Did Tim say anything about her powers? Is he acting weird? If anybody was to catch her using her powers, it'd most likely be him."
Another reason I don't like the kid, Clark thought. "No, but he knows what happened. Or at least part of it. She got to him before he could say anything, though."
"Damn, I was counting on him running his mouth."
"Me, too." Clark agreed. "He's a lot like Chloe. The kid doesn't know when to shut up!"
Oliver chuckled over the line again, the sound sending warmth through Clark. "Don't tell Chloe that." They went silent again for a brief second before Oliver spoke again, "Oh, I'm on my way to get Lex. His flight made good time so I'm calling it a day and coming home. And Clark? We'll pick up something to eat on the way home. What does the Girl Scout want?"
Clark looked up from his shoes at the sound of the door opening, the two sets of feet walking towards the kitchen. Clark groaned internally as Tim followed Olivia around the corner into the room.
"I don't know. Ask her." He then held the phone out to Olivia who furrowed her brows in confusion. "It's Ollie. He's getting Lex and coming home. He wants to know what you want for dinner. Is your boyfriend staying again?"
Both of the teenagers turned beet red before Olivia snatched the phone with a cold glare. "Very funny, Dad." She roughly took Tim's arm, almost dragging him into the living room before she pressed the phone to her ear. "Daddy?"
"Hey, Girl Scout," Oliver answered with a smile in his voice. "So what's this I hear about a bad day? Now describe a bad day for me. Bad day as in when I have a bad day or as in when your Dad has a bad day?"
Olivia inhaled deeply, falling into the old pattern her and her Daddy had. "Daddy, I've said a hundred times. Green is not your color. So I guess the second one will work." Tim rose a brow in confusion but shrugged when Olivia rolled her eyes. He sighed, plopping down on the couch, reaching for the remote. She moved across the room, clutching the phone, holding back her strength by a thread.
"Oh, little Timmy is still around. He does have his own house, right? He's not one of those clever orphans who use rich guys as a way to get food and a bed, is he?"
"Daddy!" She groaned, barely holding herself back from crushing the phone. "No, he's not!"
She heard Oliver's car in the background. The quiet engine hummed in her ear before Oliver spoke again, "So, a Clark bad day, huh? Think the freeloader will leave after dinner, because we do need to talk about it."
Olivia felt her heart race as she chewed her lip, "Actually, about that…"
"No, Olivia. We're not just going to spring this on him. If you're serious about telling him about us, all of us, then all of us need to talk about it. You know as well as I do that your father would have the closest thing he could have to a heart attack the minute you suggest it. There's no telling what Lex will say." Olivia huffed, her bottom lip trembling, as she glanced at Tim. He smiled back, winking playfully, before turning back to the cartoons on the tv. She smiled, despite the wet sting in her eyes. Since she met him, finding him on the side of the road unconscious after he crashed his bike, she wanted nothing more than to tell him her secret. Daddy was already on her side, maybe Kiri would be, too…
"Girl Scout? Would Xia's Palace be okay for dinner? Maybe some egg drop soup will cheer you up."
She laughed, nodding as she said, "Yeah, it sounds great. Tim likes the beef chow mein. That should be fine."
"Okay. Want me to call one of your uncles over? Uncle Bart's back from Africa. He could tell you how he got outrun by a cheetah."
Oliver always knew how to cheer her up. She could just imagine her Uncle Bart, cursing the giant cat as he stomped away. "No, maybe this weekend. I want it to be just us tonight."
"And Tim?" She heard the engine's hum die down until it cut off but then she heard the faint whistle of jet engines. He must be at the airport to pick up Kiri. She sighed, looking again at her best friend. He was laughing at something on the tv. She then noticed out of the corner of her eye that her father was in the kitchen, wringing a dishcloth in his hands, staring out of the kitchen's window.
"And Tim." She agreed. "Bye, Daddy. Tell Kiri I said hi."
"Sure thing, Girl Scout. Love you."
"Love you, too." The line clicked off in her ear.
Clark heard the line click as he listened in on the conversation. Yes, the part that hated his parents meddling in his life was screaming in protest, but a bigger part, the part that held a tiny baby as If it was made of glass, worried about his daughter, and let him listen in on the conversation.
She wanted to tell Tim about her powers. God, help him! She was just like him and that terrified him! And it was obvious that Oliver was on her side. He only hoped Lex would help him even the playing field. Both he and Lex knew that secrets weren't meant to be shared with everyone. There were people they trusted with their darkest secrets that betrayed them.
Tim was a wild card. He and Olivia had only met at the beginning of the school year. Olivia was usually so guarded, but with Tim, she was an open book. Clark, Lex, and Oliver watched their daughter cling to him and fawn over him, and the boy didn't show any resistance as he returned her affection. It was only a matter of time before one of them wanted to go further…
"Dad." Olivia called softly, handing him his phone. Clark took it, taking care not to crush it as he put it in his pocket. "Is it okay if Tim stays for dinner?"
Clark nodded, looking up into Olivia's bright gray eyes. No, silver. Tim was right about the silver. "Yeah, it's fine, but once the dishes and homework's done, he goes home, alright?"
She smiled. "Okay. Dad?" He turned fully to her, noticing how small she was compared to him. She barely reached the height of his collarbone and her body seemed so small. He felt a pang in his heart. His little girl will be a beautiful woman, but with her small build, everyone will underestimate her. Maybe that's what she needed. No one would expect someone as gentle-looking as her to be superhuman. It was the perfect disguise. "Dad, I'm sorry I cut him off like that. It's just you need to hear the whole story at once so you won't freak out."
"Was anyone hurt?" He finally asked, almost begged.
She blinked, as if surprised by the question, before she shook her head. "No, I can tell you right now that no one got hurt." She stood up on her tip toes and hugged her father. "Stop worrying so much, Dad. Kiri's coming home today. How about this? We talk about what happened, and if you want, I can see if Grandma and Grandpa will let me stay over." Clark fought down the blush clawing its way up his cheeks as he hastily cleared his throat.
"Do you always have to do that?" He asked, finally smiling.
She smiled innocently back at him, but a light of mischief, much like Lex's, shone in her eyes. "Do what?" And Clark could swear he heard Lex's voice just then. It made the blush harder to beat back.
"Do what you can with Tim about homework. Maybe he could help with whatever happened to your books." Her smile faltered a bit before she turned away, grabbing her bookbag, and rushed into the other room.
"So was anything salvageable?" Tim's voice picked up in Clark's ears. He could tell they were trying to whisper, but the sound instantly triggered Clark's hearing.
He heard Olivia scoff, and a zipper being pulled. "No, the Wicked Witch and her meat-head boyfriend made sure of that. This is going to cost a fortune!"
"Says the daughter of two millionaires." Tim muttered. He then heard a whack and Tim cursing. "Ow! Easy with the gloves, Rocky! I was joking!"
"First off, Kiri isn't rich anymore. He gave that up to be with Dad. Secondly, Daddy is a billionaire, so get your facts straight. And thirdly, just because he's rich doesn't mean I can just drop a couple hundred on things that would've been free if they haven't been destroyed by Tweedle-Double D's and Tweedle-Double Dumb."
"Well, you got off lucky. The rest of them will have to drop a couple grand to fix what happened today. Aren't you glad you ride the bus?"
Olivia laughed and Clark forced himself to stop listening. After dinner, he reminded himself. He will find out what happened after dinner.
To say the house was tense was an understatement in Lex's opinion. He expected coming home to be full of hugs from his family and a kiss from his boyfriends, but the moment he walked off the plane and saw Ollie waiting for him, he could tell from Ollie's face that he wasn't going to get that just yet.
Their family dinner was awkward. He couldn't even bring himself to be amused by Tim Drake's valiant effort to get on Clark's good side. Timothy reminded Lex a lot of himself, which opened the door for him to get used to his regular, almost constant, place beside his Olivia. Everyone kept their head down, speaking in brief conversations, as they picked through their Chinese. Clark hardly touched his food, pushing it around with his chopsticks. At one point, Tim had noticed Olivia shifting nervously in her seat. He reached out to bump her chin with his index finger, bringing an instant smile to her face. That's when Clark had to switch to a fork after snapping his chopsticks. And even then, he repeatedly waited until Tim looked away before bending the metal back into shape after crushing it in his grip.
"So," Lex started, hoping to break the silence, "cheerleading tryouts were today, right?" Tim dropped his fork, the utensil clattering loudly on his plate, before he took it back with red cheeks.
Olivia's face paled and she had to try a few times to speak, "Um, yeah, they were." She moved as if to say something else, but then snapped her mouth closed and turned back to her food, her hand shaking.
Oliver stiffened when he saw her fork bending around her knuckles. "So, did you try out? Clark said you wanted to stay after. I know we didn't agree to it, but if you're anything like your father, we knew you would anyway."
All three men heard the groan of wood protesting force. She must be gripping her chair.
Clark dropped his fork, eyes darting between Olivia and Tim. Tim just watched their daughter, concern and oddly anger in his eyes. "She try out, Tim?" He asked with a firm voice, causing the teenager to jump.
"Uh," he stammered, the red of his cheeks darkening, "yes, sir, um, Mr. Kent."
"Tim!" Olivia hissed, glaring at the boy.
Tim shrugged, "I don't care if you robbed a bank or killed a guy, I'm not about to lie to Mr. K." He lowered his voice, leaning towards her, which caused Clark's stomach to coil. "He'll snap my neck. You can say he won't, but I know he will." The words were barely audible under his breath, but Clark heard them. He fought down a smug smile.
"Well," Oliver asked, leaning on his elbows, his garlic chicken forgotten, "how'd it go? Did you get in?"
"No," Olivia answered quietly, but the groan of wood was almost thunderous in the room. Tim was starting to get suspicious. His eyebrows furrowed as he moved to lean over Olivia, to look at the hand holding, and most likely destroying, her chair.
Clark cleared his throat loudly, and Tim instantly pulled back, sitting straight. Olivia looked up from her plate to her father's eyes. A sheen of tears began to build in hers.
"That's what we were supposed to talk about." She said as if it said everything. Tim clenched his jaw, shaking his head slowly.
"Something you want to add, Tim?" Lex asked nicely. The boy pushed his plate away, leaning back in his chair, and wiped his mouth with his napkin. Lex was amused. He may talk like he was raised in a barn, but he showed a more upscale side when people least expected it.
"Yeah." He then pried the fork out of Olivia's hand. He seemed focused on only her, because the fork he laid on the table was curved in four places, a perfect impression of Olivia's fingers. Clark sucked in a quiet breath as the boy interlaced his fingers with his daughter's, and all three of her fathers waited holding their breath, fearing that Tim was about to lose a finger. Olivia, however, relaxed, flexing her fingers in his. He nodded before squeezing back. "Stupid stuff like this happens all the time, Silver. Don't take it so hard." The sheen of tears in their daughter's eyes thickened, her bottom lip trembling.
"I told you why it's hard!" She whined, sniffing. He tightened the grip he had on Olivia's hand, his mouth set in a determined frown. He ignored her watery glare as he turned to the men.
"She's upset because they destroyed her locker. I mean, complete vandalism. The only thing that survived their stupidity was the locker's door." The tears finally spilled over and Olivia yanked her hand out of Tim's, hesitating before snatching her fork out of sight. Clark could tell she was bending it back into shape under the table. Tim wasn't paying attention. He seemed to be building up the nerve to say something directly to Lex. "They make fun of her because you're her dad, Mr. Sutton."
Lex leaned in on his elbows, his expression unchanged. "I figured as much. What is it they say?"
Olivia gently shoved Tim, but the force still sent his chair skittering back an inch. "Don't, Tim. I can handle it."
Tim scooted his chair back into place, gently pushing Olivia back as an afterthought. "This is getting out of hand, Silver. What they did should be reported. They defaced public and private property!"
"What did they do?" Clark bit out, his patience coming to an abrupt end. If they strung up his daughter like they did with him, some snot-nosed brats were going to end up in the hospital…
"They tore her textbooks to pieces and scattered them all over the parking lot, and her notebooks were super-glued to the walls all over school. On the pages of the notebooks, they wrote things like 'Go back to outer space!' and 'Libby is a freak!'. They also made a lot of nasty remarks about the three of you, but I'm not willing to repeat them."
"I can imagine." Oliver remarked dryly. "Were the kids suspended?"
"That's just the thing!" He exclaimed, his face flushing with anger. Olivia's face was turning red, too, and Clark was the only one who noticed the sound of something thick and wooden snapping. "They can't prove who did it. They did everything out of view of the cameras and with cheerleading tryouts going on, there was no telling who was and wasn't there. The principal just told Olivia to bring the money for textbooks Monday because and I quote, 'Luckily, you can afford to replace them.' They keep calling her a freak. They think that she's a meteor freak."
"Because of me." Lex finished for him, his voice quiet. Tim flinched, but nodded. Clark then had to restrain himself from breaking something. He could see Oliver suppressing his rage, too. Lex just looked resigned, as if he saw this coming from a mile away.
"They think that Olivia isn't just Mr. K's. You've got to admit, Mr. Sutton, Olivia looks a lot like you and her Dad." Lex shifted uneasily in his seat and they all jumped when the table suddenly collapsed, dumping food and dishes into the floor. Clark jumped up, his cheeks red, as he hastily apologized.
Tim stood, too, alarmed. "Mr. K, are you alright?" Clark was trying hard to hide his panic, but he could barely control himself. People were putting the pieces together. Soon, they'll learn the truth. About him, about Lex, about Olivia, about what he'd done.
"Clark!" Lex barked, pulling Clark out of his panic. "It's alright. I told you we should have just bought a new table." He then scoffed, trying to break the tension in the room. "All the money we could want, and Clark still insists to fix everything himself. Classic farmboy…"
Clark was confused for a brief moment, then he realized what had happened. He ripped the leg out from under the table. In his loss of control, he tore through the oak table like he did the chopsticks. Tim seemed to buy Lex's bluff, a little reluctantly but he was more worried about Olivia. Olivia stayed sitting, shaking like a leaf as she fought to control herself, too. Her eyes were wide and frightened as they watched her father. Clark then knew why she was so scared. She wasn't scared of what she'd done. She wasn't scared of how the other teenagers treated her. She was scared of what she could have done. What she was capable of doing.
"Lex, it wasn't the table and you know it." He heard himself saying. Oliver and Lex both looked up at him, startled. The look on Olivia's face was hopeful. Clark nodded, smiling warmly at his little girl. The grin that broke out over her face reminded him of the baby he held in his arms, that ear-piercing giggle he loved to hear. He didn't realize how much he missed that until now. "I swore I would stop breaking furniture, but I just got so angry." Tim looked up then, his brows furrowed.
"Mr. K?" He asked hesitantly, eyeing the damaged table with anxiousness.
Clark took a deep breath, turning to his boyfriends. "Lex? Ollie?"
"We're with you, Clark. Whatever happens, you know that." Oliver assured him and Lex nodded in agreement. The love he felt for them bloomed in his chest, bringing him back from the edge of his control.
Tim moved closer to Olivia, almost protectively, as he stared at Clark. "Guys, this is getting seriously Silence of the Lambs-ish. Mind telling me what's going on?"
"Tim," Clark sighed. "What do you know about aliens?" Olivia gasped, hearing the words she never thought she would hear come out of her father's mouth. Tim stiffened in front of her, before laughing nervously.
"Um, like E.T. aliens? Or little green men?"
Clark laughed bitterly. "I'm not little or green, Timmy." Tim flinched as if Clark punched him, which said a lot of how fast he moved.
"You're pulling my leg? Right, Silver?" Olivia didn't reply, instead watching her best friend closely. Tim waited a bated breath before looking down at her. "Olivia?"
She smiled self-consciously, toying with the bent fork in her hand. "I'm the reason those jerks now have to replace their tires."
"What?! No way!" Tim tried to laugh, but Olivia's serious gaze made the smile vanish. Lex, Clark, and Oliver watched the exchange, prepared to intervene if he reacts badly. "You're saying that was you?!" She nodded. "You set their tires on fire?!"
"You did what?!" Oliver exclaimed, a grin involuntarily breaking out over his face. Clark was stunned silent and Lex simply groaned, hiding his face in his hands. His shoulders then started shaking with laughter.
"I just melted them to the road!" Olivia said quickly, as if it rectified the situation. Clark opened his mouth to tell her how reckless that was, but then Tim spoke up.
"Whoa! Whoa! This is real. You're really telling me this! You're all aliens?!" Lex then stood, his body still shaking with humor as he held out a placating hand.
"No, Tim, Oliver and I are human. Well, I'm a meteor freak, but Ollie is just like you. Clark and Olivia, however, are. And you were right. Olivia is mine and Clark's, but that's a story you do not get to hear. We have a lot to talk about."
"That is," Clark finally spoke, his voice firm and every bit as intimidating as Johnathan Kent's, "if we can trust you with everything we're telling you."
"We can." Oliver said with certainty. "He's not new to this. His parents are close friends with Bruce Wayne. All I have to do is make a few phone calls and his lips are sealed."
Tim's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "How did you know that?"
"Bruce and I don't just talk about business, Tim. He mentioned you winning a few Jujitsu tournaments not too long ago. Why do you think I'm the only one who likes you?"
"I like him." Lex added, glaring at Oliver.
"I don't." Clark said, bending down to pick up some of the empty plates off the floor.
"Let's just clean up, move to the living room, and we'll tell you everything you need to know about Olivia. Olivia, could you help your dad clean up real quick?" Oliver smirked, winking slyly at his daughter. Olivia smirked back, her smile an eerie reflection of Lex's. Clark and Olivia shared a quick stare before they vanished into a burst of wind, shocking Tim into thinking a tornado suddenly formed in the kitchen. Before he could react, though, the wind stopped and the two were in the kitchen, putting away now clean plates, the broken table the only evidence of this crazy night.
"What the hell was that?!" Tim cried, feeling insane. He tensed as Olivia walked up to him, nerves making her hands tremble.
"Tim," she said quietly, "my father and I are from another planet. I'm half-human, but I have the same powers as my Dad. I can run really fast, jump really high, shoot fire from my eyes, and see through solid objects. I can lift your motorcycle as easily as you can lift your backpack. Kiri, my other dad's name, is short for voikirium. In my planet's language it means savior, because he gave birth to me. My Dad and I are the only ones left." Tim stared at her, speechless, in shock. "Tim, say something! You're my best friend and I've been wanting to tell you the truth since we met. I swear, we're not here for some invasion, or to see your leader, or any of that stupid crap. We're here because we have nowhere else to go. Our planet was destroyed when my Dad was just a baby, and he grew up with my human grandparents. Right now, we're just trying to stay hidden so we don't end up in some lab, and believe me, Dad has been there more than once."
"What are you expecting me to do, Silver?" The nickname gave Olivia and her fathers hope as he, for once in his life, spoke seriously. "Were you honestly expecting me to sell you guys on Ebay? 'Real life aliens and their human pets for a thousand bucks or best offer'? Or call the cops? The military? Babe, I knew you were different. Not every girl can lift a motorcycle off of a guy, and I know that it landed on top of me. I was pinned under it forever before I finally passed out. And I'm not that stupid, ya know? You would miss the bus, but then still somehow make it to school before I do? You would play baseball in P.E. for a solid hour in the dead of August and not break a sweat? And you can't look me in the eye and expect to believe that I didn't notice the fork you mutilated at dinner tonight? I'm surprised your dad snapped the table before you did. And you setting the entire cheerleading squad and the football team's tires on fire? That's awesome."
"We're going to talk about that, Olivia Marlira." Lex cut in, but Tim continued.
"Silver, you may have shocked the hell out of me tonight, but that's because I was nowhere near guessing why you were so special. My craziest theory was some kind of weird steroid." Olivia laughed, and took Tim's hand as he held it out. "I'm glad you guys could trust me, and it's going to take some getting used to, but your secret's safe with me. As long as you keep mine safe."
Clark, Lex, and Olivia frowned in confusion, but Oliver merely grinned smugly. "What do you mean?" Olivia asked, tensing. The tension then turned to absolute stiffness when Tim bent down to peck her lips.
"I mean, that I've got this crazy crush on this hot alien chick, and I want to ask her out, but I'm afraid that I'll have my neck snapped, by either her or her alien father."
"You were right to fear that," Clark quipped, sighing in defeat. Olivia then squealed in joy, wrapping her arms tightly around Tim. Tim hugged her back tightly, but then started coughing from lack of oxygen.
"Ease up, Silver. Can't breathe!" She pulled away, blushing. A cleared throat from Oliver pulled their attention to the three men. Olivia then grinned, running to hug each of them.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!' She chirped over and over again as she squeezed their necks, saving her otherworldly strength for Clark. Even he lost the ability to breathe in her grip. "I love you," she whispered in his ear. He reluctantly smiled, even with the image of Tim kissing her in his head.
"I love you, too, Livvy." He set her back on her feet, letting his stone façade fade a little in front of the boy. He knew everything now, no point in scaring him off. "Come on, guys, let's go sit in the living room. We can tell Tim the rest of the story. Starting with the meteor shower."
"You mean the one in 2005?" Tim asked, following Clark, but then Lex came up to him, clapping his back.
"Oh, no, Timothy." The bald man laughed. "This goes way back. I'll start. You see, when I was about eight, my father and I were visiting Smallville while they were having their homecoming day parade…"
The house grew quiet as the sound of a speeding motorcycle left the driveway. Clark watched it stop at the end of the way, where Olivia was standing, saying goodbye to Tim. He had already called his mom, giving Olivia forty-five minutes to make it to her grandparents' house. They didn't live far away, but Ollie convinced him to give her some time with her new boyfriend. He still didn't like the boy, but he trusted his daughter. She was, after all, just like her father.
The bike sped away, throwing up gravel as it started down the street. He could see Olivia's mischievous grin, just like Lex's, before she sped after him.
Arms wrapped around his middle, then, pulling his attention away from the kitchen window.
"She won't get into trouble, Clark. She's too much like you," Lex assured him, echoing Clark's thoughts. Lex then leaned up to bite his earlobe, sending a surge of heat through Clark. "I saw that look on your face when you let her tell the truth. You've been looking at her like that a lot lately."
Clark shrugged, trying to talk past the lips caressing his throat. "I, um, just remember what it was like when she was, um…uh, a baby. I, uh, miss it." Lex then bit down on the side of his neck, making Clark shiver and bare his neck further under Lex's mouth.
"Clark," Lex said, his tone suddenly firm, "have you thought about what I said? Dr. Tidwell said he'll be ready to move in at the drop of a hat."
A cold lump of fear lodged itself in Clark's chest. "It's very tempting, Lex, but I just remember before and I just don't think I can…" he trailed off, holding Lex's hands to him, feeling Lex's familiar heat through his shirt. He wanted to have another child, but not if he has to hurt Lex again, not if it would endanger his family.
"Clark," Oliver called from the door. They looked over to him. His eyes were warm and his smile was soothing as he caught Clark's gaze. "We are here. I can have my whole team here whenever we need them. What happened to you and Lex will not happen again. I swear it. You know I always keep my word."
Clark shuddered in desire, staring at the two men he loved more than anything. He then turned to Lex. Beautiful, amazing Lex. The man who gave him Olivia. Who was volunteering to give him another child. With a groan of relief, he pressed his lips to Lex's, their kiss hot and slow as they pressed their bodies together.
They heard Oliver approach them before hands ghosted over Clark's arms, raising goosebumps, and lips trailed down the back of Lex's neck, making him slump between them. Clark and Oliver explored Lex with hands and lips, clothes gradually coming off until they pressed together, skin to skin. It had been so long since they all found the time to be together. They took what they could get with each other, but all three of them, together, was rare.
Lex broke away from Clark's lips with a gasp, grinding their erections together as he pressed back into Oliver. "Please!"
"Tell us what you want, Lex." Oliver breathed into Lex's ear. Lex smirked, rolling his hips into Clark. Clark responded by taking Lex in his hand, stroking his length with just a hint of extra strength. Lex held on to Oliver as the blonde watched Clark's movements over his shoulder. "Tell us."
He then bit Lex's neck hard, making Lex gasp, "Both! I want both of you!"
Clark and Ollie froze, glancing at each other before they looked at Lex. Lex stiffened, too. "You want both of us, at the same time?" Clark asked quietly, his fingers trailing over the frail bones in Lex's neck. Lex shivered and nodded. "Lex, it'll take a while to prepare."
"I fucked myself with four fingers earlier on the plane." He said suddenly, making both men silent. Clark couldn't help but picture it. Lex in the lavatory, maybe even in the main compartment, his legs thrown over the arms of his chair, pants discarded on the floor, as he frantically shoved almost his entire hand into himself, gasping Clark and Oliver's name. The image had Clark throbbing and so hard it was painful. Oliver groaned, unconsciously thrusting his hips against Lex. Lex whimpered, pressing between them.
"You were hoping for this, weren't you?" Oliver asked, laughing. Lex only moaned in response as he felt Oliver's hardness pressing into his back. Clark watched Oliver slide a hand under Lex's underwear, going down his cleft to his entrance. Lex sighed Oliver's name as Oliver hissed.
"He's still loose, Clark." He then chuckled before sliding his tongue up Lex's neck.
"You were hoping for this." Clark said, his voice deep and hoarse. The image of Lex masturbating on the plane wouldn't leave his head, and he wanted to reach in Lex's underwear and feel his hole himself. "Bedroom." He said instead. He locked eyes with Oliver, and the look he gave the blonde made him shiver. "Now." They rushed up the stairs and to their room, barely keeping their hands off of each other. They were almost to their room when Oliver slammed Clark into the wall, dropping to his knees, dragging Clark's boxers with him. Before Clark could react, Oliver swallowed him to the root, causing Clark to shout the blonde's name. Lex tore off his own underwear, watching Oliver suck Clark, and jerking himself off. The sight of Lex's dick, blood red and dripping, made Clark shudder violently as Oliver pressed his tongue into the vein running along his length. "Oh, fuck, Oliver! Oh, Lex!" He banged his head on the wall with a loud thud, trying to distract himself from Oliver before he came down his throat. "Ollie! Stop! Stop! I can't last!"
Oliver pulled off of his cock with a lewd pop and a knowing grin. "What happened to your extra-terrestrial stamina?" Before Clark could answer, Oliver started sucking him again, harder and somehow, deeper.
"That's so hot, Oliver." Lex kneeled beside Ollie, staring at the blonde as he swallowed Clark's length. "Watching you suck Clark, seeing his cock vanish through your lips. Your lips are so amazing, Ollie." Lex then turned his glazed eyes up to Clark. Clark whimpered as his lust-blown gaze made another bolt of pleasure shoot through him, bringing him closer to his release. "Isn't it, Clark? Ollie is so good at this. His tongue is absolutely filthy, tracing every vein, every ridge, finding every single spot to make you melt in his mouth." Clark moaned, loudly and brokenly as Oliver swirled his tongue across the tip. He fought to keep his hips still as Oliver dove to the hilt again, the head of Clark's dick grazing the back of his throat.
"Oh my God!" Clark cried, clawing at the wall to find something, anything, to hang on to.
"I can't wait to have both of you buried inside of me, fucking me until I scream. Don't you want that, Clark? To feel Ollie's cock pressed against yours while your inside of me? My ass squeezing both of you so tight. To hear me screaming your names over and over again, begging you to never, ever stop?"
With a primal yell, Clark suddenly came into Oliver's mouth. Oliver sucked greedily at Clark, swallowing every last drop before pulling away. He was quickly grabbed by Lex, their lips meshed roughly together as Lex tasted Clark in Oliver's mouth. The sight had Clark weak-kneed and already growing hard again. Oliver was right about his alien stamina.
"Please," Lex pleaded into Oliver's mouth, "fuck me. Right fucking now!"
Oliver sucked Lex's bottom lip then pulled away, helping Lex to his feet. Clark pushed away from the wall and pulled his lovers into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them, before, in a burst of speed, pinning Lex to the bed, his fingers instantly finding Lex's loose, slick entrance. Lex groaned as Clark shoved three fingers into him with no warning, seeking out his prostate with deadly precision.
"Oh, Clark! Oh, fuck, Clark!" Clark could feel Lex's body clench around him, but even with three thick fingers, he was still too relaxed, too loose.
"You liar." He accused, biting Lex's collarbone with enough force to bruise. The bed dipped as Oliver climbed up beside them, his cock now free and impossibly hard.
"What did you lie about, Lex?" Oliver teased, ghosting his fingertips over Lex's dick. Lex's hips thrusted up to meet Oliver's hand, but a firm grip on his hip from Clark kept him pinned.
"It-it wasn't four fingers, fuck, Clark, just like that!" He moaned then whimpered as Oliver grazed his nails along his shaft. "It was….oh, yes! It was six!"
Oliver then gripped Lex firmly stroking him up and down once before pulling away, smirking at Lex's pitiful whine.
"Jesus, Lex!" Clark exclaimed, adding a fourth finger as he fucked Lex with his hand. Lex tried to arch into Clark, but he was pinned to the mattress.
"Please, Clark!" He cried, gripping the bedsheets with white knuckles. "Fuck me! You know I can take it! Please!" Oliver and Clark shared a look before Clark nodded, pulling away from Lex. Lex whimpered at the now empty feeling in his body, but the agony was short lived as he was suddenly flipped around to straddle Clark's hips, Clark pushing his suddenly slicked cock inside of him in one thrust. Lex cried out, hanging on to Clark for dear life as the farmboy bucked his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into Lex's body. "Oh, Clark! Oh! Yes!" He never thought he could love Clark's speed any more than he did right there. He begged, pleaded for more as Clark fucked him, tugging and pulling Clark's thick hair when Clark suddenly slowed, panting with excitement.
"Are you ready, Lex?" His voice was almost a growl.
Lex's body shuddered around Clark, making the farmboy moan. "Yes, fuck yes, I'm ready."
Oliver came of kneel behind Lex, pressing his chest into his back, as slick fingers circled Lex's stretched entrance. Lex leaned his head back on Oliver's shoulder as Oliver's tongue licked the side of his throat, two fingers sliding in next to Clark's cock. Both men hissed as Oliver fucked his fingers into Lex, gradually adding a third finger, until he used his fingers to stretch Lex open impossibly wider. Anticipation grew thick in the air as Oliver pushed Lex to lean forward, until Clark and Lex's chest were pressed together. Lex cried out as he felt his body stretching around Oliver's dick as the blonde slowly pushed inside next to Clark. The three men held on to each other tightly as they allowed Lex to adjust. The burn and the stretch brought tears to Lex's eyes, but soon his hips started moving of their own volition.
"Please," Lex begged. "Move." Clark and Oliver seemed to have come to some non-verbal understanding as suddenly they both started thrusting in and out of Lex's body. Lex went mindless with pleasure as both of their cocks stimulated his prostate. He was growing so hard it hurt. He drug his nails down Clark's chest, leaving no signs of being there. Oliver gripped Lex's hips so hard he was sure there would be bruises, and the headboard above them groaned loudly in protest as Clark clung to it. The only sounds in the room were loud, breathy moans from all three men and the slick sound of skin on skin as their thrusts grew faster, the impossible heat of Lex's body, as well as the sensation of their cocks side by side, bringing them quickly to the edge.
"Yes!" Clark hissed, feeling the wrought iron headboard bend under his hands. "God, Lex, you look so fucking hot! Taking both of our cocks so beautifully!" The men's moans of pleasure and the moaning of bending metal only spurred Clark on as he tried to thrust deeper into Lex, needing to feel more of Lex, more of Oliver, as he was brought closer and closer to release.
Oliver could only grunt in response as he forced himself deeper alongside Clark. He pushed Lex's leg higher on Clark's hip, changing the angle, hitting Lex's prostate dead on.
Lex screamed, crying both Clark and Oliver's names as loudly as possible as his body clamped down around their cocks. Clark felt Lex come between their bodies, his hot cum slicking his body as he forced his hips faster, deeper, making Lex scream himself hoarse. Oliver thrusted a few more times in Lex's vice-like heat before he finally growled, biting down on Lex's shoulder as he came deep inside of him. The feel of Lex squeezing their lengths together along with the hot spill of Oliver's release finally tipped Clark over the edge as he howled his ecstasy, the headboard finally bending beyond recognition under Clark's tight grip. Clark came inside Lex, hard and long, as he held both men to his chest, their whimpers and moans only making his orgasm last.
After a moment of complete stillness, all three men collapsed, lying side by side on the bed as they pulled each other closer together. Lex quickly rolled onto his stomach, flinching when the sheets rubbed his sensitive cock.
"You really want it to happen, don't you?" Clark asked, his post-coital bliss giving him a goofy grin. Lex propped his head on his folded arms, lying in the middle as Clark and Oliver held him on either side.
"Yes, I do, Clark." He kissed Clark, trying to soothe the fear he could see coming back to his expression. "Nothing will go wrong, Clark. I'll be okay. I promise." Clark nodded, still not completely convinced.
Oliver leaned up over Lex, smiling at Clark. "Maybe they'll have my blonde hair or my eyes. You never know."
"Ollie," Clark began, but Lex playfully bit his bottom lip, silencing him.
"Yeah, Oliver, maybe." They grinned but then Lex pressed his lips to Oliver's, kissing him slowly, but soon, the kiss grew heated again, and then Oliver turned Lex over, his fingers tracing Lex's loose hole.
Lex broke away gasping, turning to Clark. "Clark?"
Clark shook his head, unable to take his eyes away from Oliver as he kissed his way down Lex's neck, his chest, "No, I'm fine for now. It's my turn to watch."
"Watch-oh, Ollie!" Lex looked down into Oliver's eyes as Oliver sucked Lex down to the hilt, his tongue doing sinful things to him. Clark started to palm his half-hard erection, still slick from Lex and Ollie, as he watched Lex arch and moan under Oliver's mouth.
"He really is good at that, isn't he?" Lex couldn't respond. His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth trapped in a silent 'o' of pleasure as Oliver dragged his tongue up his shaft, four fingers sinking into Lex's body. Clark's palming soon turned into stroking as he jerked himself to the erotic sight. As he watched his lovers together, Oliver skillfully teasing Lex with his mouth and his fingers, he couldn't help but feel that cold lump of fear dissipate. He was here. Lex was here. Ollie was here. If Lex ended up pregnant again, they would be ready this time. He couldn't help but picture a little boy with sandy-blonde hair and his green eyes. It just felt natural.
And as Oliver's entire hand disappeared into Lex's body, making the man keen and come down Oliver's throat, Clark strangely thought as he came to Lex's cries, that he had a home. And he was more than happy to stay…