Title: Trivial 48: Reunion
Author: Kel
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Summary: Lex comes home from Metropolis
Archive: Knock yourself out
Notes: Purple beanbags rule the world. :) Mucho hugs to the Bunnypack, who are a hell of a lot more fun than the Brat Pack ever had time to be. KC-neko, here's to Batsuits with rubber nipples. No, I'm not on crack.
"Well, well, well. Is that a pitchfork in your hand, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Lex!! You're home!"
"Oof! Air, Clark." *not letting go* "I missed you too."
"I didn't hear you drive up!"
"That's because I didn't. I wanted to surprise you." *kiss*
"Mmm... you taste good." *nuzzle* "You're early."
"I decided my life needs a little more excitement; I walked out on the middle of Dad's meeting. I'm sure I'll be hearing about it but frankly, I wanted to see you more than I wanted to stay in his good graces."
*more nuzzling* "I'm glad. I hate when you have to leave."
"I was only gone two days, Clark."
"Too long." *nip* "I'm coming along next time."
"What?"
"You came home early." *bite* "You gave me a little... present." *lick* "You called me last night to listen to me come for you." *sucking kiss* "You missed me, too." *nip* "I don't like you being upset." *nibble* "I'm coming along next time."
"Am I supposed to pack you in my suitcase? You're a little heavy to carry but you're definitely my favorite accessory."
"I can leave here when you do and be waiting for you in Metropolis when you get there." *kiss* "And be back before anyone notices I'm gone." *hug* "I almost came last night."
"Why didn't you?"
"Cause I didn't want you to see how much I missed you and make you feel all guilty for working."
"It's okay, Clark." *long kiss* I missed you too. I'd love to have you come along on my next trip." *pause to grope* "Mmmmm. Where are you parents? Can we... go somewhere else?"
"They're in town at the nursery looking at seedling trees for next year. I'll leave them a note on the front door." *breezing away and back* "Okay. That's done. To the Lexmobile?"
"If you don't mind..."
*run*
"Lexmobile?"
"Lexmobile."
"Bruce would be flattered."
"*WHAT?*" *skid* "Bruce--*your Bruce Wayne*--is--he *owns*--the Batmobile--fuck, Lex!"
"No, not at all, Clark. He merely coined the term for it. After all, Batman never gives interviews."
"Oh. Man, Lex, you had me going."
"Clark, Bruce Wayne is a very dear friend of mine. He is no more Batman than I am Warrior Angel." *pause* "Clark, why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm just wondering what you've been doing in your spare time lately, that's all."
"Spare time? Well, when my megalomaniacal father isn't busy driving me up a wall, I'm running a crap factory in Smallville. I only have eight more years to set my master plan in motion to rule the world before I'm thirty. And when I'm not doing that, I'm usually ensnared by the siren call of a beautiful young farmboy who is trying his damndest to distract me from everything else with promises of endless sex." *pause* "It's not like I *have* spare time, Clark."
"It's not *endless.*"
"Clark, you have more energy than that annoying pink rabbit with the drum. If I could find a way to replicate and patent your metabolism the world would never have another energy crisis."
"You make it sound like it's a chore." *pout*
"No no no, just the opposite." *apologetic kiss.* "It's definitely my pleasure. But Clark... I am merely human."
"You're not *merely* anything. You are Lex by-God Luthor, King of the World, as you've reminded me. You transcend mere mortality and aspire to immortality."
*blink* "I said that?"
"You were drunk off your ass at the time. But yes."
"Ah. That would explain the melodrama. Clark, never quote me when I'm drunk."
"I'll keep that in mind next time you start spouting off dirty limericks."
"Dirty limericks? I didn't."
"You did. 'There once was a man from Nantucket--'"
"Thank God we're home. Clark... go upstairs."
"Yes, sir!" *run*
*mumble* "That boy is going to be the death of me... how did I get roped into this again? You are a hopeless romantic, Lex Luthor."
"Leeeeeeex!"
"Coming, Clark!" *mumbling* "Or, maybe just hopeless."
"Not yet, but you will."
*eye roll* "You sound cocky."
"Just sure of myself."
"You ready for this to come out, Clark?"
"Oh yeah. But... kinda not. I mean... I kinda got used to it. Like it was a part of you in me."
*kiss* "That was the point. Deep breath, Clark... I'm going to ease it out slowly."
"Lex... it won't hurt."
"I know, Clark. Trust me."
*hiss*
"Better now?"
"Yeah... just empty."
*hug* "It's all right, Clark. I'm here." *thrust* "Mmm. *Right* here. I've got you." *kiss* "And I won't let you go."
The End
Author: Kel
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Summary: Lex comes home from Metropolis
Archive: Knock yourself out
Notes: Purple beanbags rule the world. :) Mucho hugs to the Bunnypack, who are a hell of a lot more fun than the Brat Pack ever had time to be. KC-neko, here's to Batsuits with rubber nipples. No, I'm not on crack.
"Well, well, well. Is that a pitchfork in your hand, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Lex!! You're home!"
"Oof! Air, Clark." *not letting go* "I missed you too."
"I didn't hear you drive up!"
"That's because I didn't. I wanted to surprise you." *kiss*
"Mmm... you taste good." *nuzzle* "You're early."
"I decided my life needs a little more excitement; I walked out on the middle of Dad's meeting. I'm sure I'll be hearing about it but frankly, I wanted to see you more than I wanted to stay in his good graces."
*more nuzzling* "I'm glad. I hate when you have to leave."
"I was only gone two days, Clark."
"Too long." *nip* "I'm coming along next time."
"What?"
"You came home early." *bite* "You gave me a little... present." *lick* "You called me last night to listen to me come for you." *sucking kiss* "You missed me, too." *nip* "I don't like you being upset." *nibble* "I'm coming along next time."
"Am I supposed to pack you in my suitcase? You're a little heavy to carry but you're definitely my favorite accessory."
"I can leave here when you do and be waiting for you in Metropolis when you get there." *kiss* "And be back before anyone notices I'm gone." *hug* "I almost came last night."
"Why didn't you?"
"Cause I didn't want you to see how much I missed you and make you feel all guilty for working."
"It's okay, Clark." *long kiss* I missed you too. I'd love to have you come along on my next trip." *pause to grope* "Mmmmm. Where are you parents? Can we... go somewhere else?"
"They're in town at the nursery looking at seedling trees for next year. I'll leave them a note on the front door." *breezing away and back* "Okay. That's done. To the Lexmobile?"
"If you don't mind..."
*run*
"Lexmobile?"
"Lexmobile."
"Bruce would be flattered."
"*WHAT?*" *skid* "Bruce--*your Bruce Wayne*--is--he *owns*--the Batmobile--fuck, Lex!"
"No, not at all, Clark. He merely coined the term for it. After all, Batman never gives interviews."
"Oh. Man, Lex, you had me going."
"Clark, Bruce Wayne is a very dear friend of mine. He is no more Batman than I am Warrior Angel." *pause* "Clark, why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm just wondering what you've been doing in your spare time lately, that's all."
"Spare time? Well, when my megalomaniacal father isn't busy driving me up a wall, I'm running a crap factory in Smallville. I only have eight more years to set my master plan in motion to rule the world before I'm thirty. And when I'm not doing that, I'm usually ensnared by the siren call of a beautiful young farmboy who is trying his damndest to distract me from everything else with promises of endless sex." *pause* "It's not like I *have* spare time, Clark."
"It's not *endless.*"
"Clark, you have more energy than that annoying pink rabbit with the drum. If I could find a way to replicate and patent your metabolism the world would never have another energy crisis."
"You make it sound like it's a chore." *pout*
"No no no, just the opposite." *apologetic kiss.* "It's definitely my pleasure. But Clark... I am merely human."
"You're not *merely* anything. You are Lex by-God Luthor, King of the World, as you've reminded me. You transcend mere mortality and aspire to immortality."
*blink* "I said that?"
"You were drunk off your ass at the time. But yes."
"Ah. That would explain the melodrama. Clark, never quote me when I'm drunk."
"I'll keep that in mind next time you start spouting off dirty limericks."
"Dirty limericks? I didn't."
"You did. 'There once was a man from Nantucket--'"
"Thank God we're home. Clark... go upstairs."
"Yes, sir!" *run*
*mumble* "That boy is going to be the death of me... how did I get roped into this again? You are a hopeless romantic, Lex Luthor."
"Leeeeeeex!"
"Coming, Clark!" *mumbling* "Or, maybe just hopeless."
"Not yet, but you will."
*eye roll* "You sound cocky."
"Just sure of myself."
"You ready for this to come out, Clark?"
"Oh yeah. But... kinda not. I mean... I kinda got used to it. Like it was a part of you in me."
*kiss* "That was the point. Deep breath, Clark... I'm going to ease it out slowly."
"Lex... it won't hurt."
"I know, Clark. Trust me."
*hiss*
"Better now?"
"Yeah... just empty."
*hug* "It's all right, Clark. I'm here." *thrust* "Mmm. *Right* here. I've got you." *kiss* "And I won't let you go."
The End