As soon as they hit the outskirts of Metropolis, Lex started to feel uneasy. It was as if he could sense something… something that he couldn’t determine was a threat or not. He wanted them in the safety of the penthouse as quickly as possible.
Clark sat silently in the car, aware of Lex’s tension. He put his hand on Lex’s shoulder, rubbing his neck with his thumb. Finally pulling up in the private garage of his building, Lex took Clark’s hand and kissed it. “Thank you.” Clark smiled and followed Lex up to his apartment. “Jeez, Lex, it’s huge.” Smirking, Lex groped his lover. “And yours isn’t?” “Lex!” Clark chuckled. But he pressed his crotch against Lex’s hand anyway, already hard for his lover. “Always ready and willing,” Lex sighed happily, “What did I do right to deserve you?” “How about you screw me senseless? I’m sure that’s enough right to deserve me,” Clark said urgently, stepping closer as Lex started to rub his cock through his pants. “Oh really?” Lex drawled silkily. His gums were aching, his mouth watering and he was as hard as Clark. “In that case we should christen my new bed.” “New bed?” Clark asked with a slight frown. “Yeah, I bought it after wife number two,” Lex said quietly, leaning into his lover as if for comfort. Clark winced. “Oh. Lex… I’ll never leave you, you know?” He smiled hesitantly, “And I definitely won’t try to kill you.” Smiling slowly, Lex kissed Clark’s neck. “Thanks,” he murmured. The scent of blood was intoxicating and Lex scraped lightly at Clark’s skin with his teeth. Whimpering quietly, Clark arched his neck. “Please, Lex, oh please.” Backing Clark into his bedroom, Lex lapped at his lover’s throat. “Want you,” he growled. “Take me,” Clark begged, tearing at his shirt. With a snarl, Lex shoved Clark back onto the bed and crawled over him, ripping their clothes off. He tore ravenously at Clark’s throat and then at his chest, lapping the wounds ecstatically. Pain fused with pleasure, making his cock jerk needily and Clark whined, bucking up against Lex. Smearing his cock with blood, Lex crawled in between Clark’s legs and pushed inside him. “Oh yes,” Clark breathed. He was so full, so stretched. It was perfect; Lex’s lips, teeth and tongue on his skin, his cock plunging hard into him, over and over. Clark held on tight and rocked into each stroke desperately. Clark surrounded him, hot, tight, velvet… his sweet, rich blood filled Lex’s mouth. He groaned loudly and thrust hard into Clark’s convulsing ass. His climax exploded through him and into his lover as Clark arched and screamed, coating their stomachs with come. “Oh God,” Clark gasped, “I love being your mate. Good thing I’m not human though, I think I’d be dead of exhaustion.” Lex chuckled. “Good thing neither of us is human, I’d don’t think I’d survive you either.” Clark grinned, pulling Lex up for a soft kiss, licking at the traces of his blood on Lex’s lips. He groaned quietly. “Lex… can I…?” Running his tongue over his teeth, Lex nodded. He bit down on the tip and lowered his head again. Licking Clark’s lips, he grinned at the redness of the blood he left behind, like a mark on his mate. Clark licked the blood eagerly, then pulled Lex down to suck on his tongue. The taste of his lover’s blood was incomparable, rich, sweet and totally addictive. Somehow, Clark knew he now needed Lex’s blood as much as Lex needed his. Just not to such a great extent of course; he didn’t need to feed on blood, a taste was enough. Clark’s sucking eased and their kiss gentled. Lex delicately lapped at Clark’s lips, then he pulled back. “I’ve changed you, haven’t I?” he asked quietly. Clark smiled softly and nodded. “It’s okay, Lex.” “Is it?” Lex asked, feeling uncertain. Clark hadn’t asked for any of this. “Yeah,” Clark reassured his lover, “It’s like we’re part of each other now. Lex, I don’t feel alone anymore.” He reached up and ran his fingers over Lex’s scalp, “And believe me, I always wanted to be closer to you, Lex, it’s not something you’ve suddenly forced me into.” Lex half sighed, half laughed, “Am I really that obvious?” “Only to me,” Clark replied, grinning, “And only that much since we mated.” Lex curled up round Clark, slinging an arm over him. “I suppose we should think about heading out,” he sighed, “I want to check if churches, crosses and holy water actually have any effect on me, which I seriously doubt. Then I want to see if anything happened about that guy I killed.” Lex grimaced and Clark pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Come on then.” Clark got up and pulled Lex with him into the bathroom. Silently supportive, Clark carefully washed and dried his lover. Trying not to think about the man from the club and the fact that he was uneasy about going out in Metropolis, Lex let Clark take care of him. After getting dressed, Lex sat on the bed and watched Clark try and salvage his clothes. “Clark?” Clark looked up. “Yeah?” Lex was smiling furtively at him. “Check the second closet,” Lex suggested. Frowning just a little, Clark opened the second closet and walked inside. Lex smirked and waited. “Lex?” Clark’s voice floated out to him. “Yes, Clark?” “Why is there an entire closet of clothes in my size?” Clark poked his head out of the door and stared wide eyed at Lex. Lex shrugged. “Let’s just say, you’re not the only one who’s wanted to be closer for a while.” Clark smiled softly and disappeared back inside the closet. He chose a pair of tight black jeans and a blue shirt, deciding to forgo underwear for convenience. “Let’s go,” Clark said, leaving the closet at last. Lex took a deep breath and nodded, leading the way back to the car. Outside, Lex frowned. “Can you feel it?” he asked Clark. “What?” Clark raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know,” Lex sighed, “Others, I think. It’s making me feel on edge.” “I think I know what you mean,” Clark agreed. He’d definitely felt a little strange leaving the relative safety of the building. “But can we get the church stuff out of the way before we worry about that? After the garlic, I’m feeling more than a little nervous.” “Yeah, sorry.” @>*~ As they approached the church, Clark watched Lex carefully, ridiculously terrified all of a sudden. He had visions of his lover bursting into flames. Lex could almost feel the worry coming from his lover in waves. He reached out and took Clark’s hand. “I’ll be fine.” Clark nodded, smiling tightly. They stepped into the church together, both breathing a sigh of relief when nothing happened. Quietly, Lex walked towards the altar and stared up at the pained face of Jesus Christ hanging from the cross. It didn’t affect him any more than it ever had. Turning, Lex smiled at Clark. “Come on, just one more test.” Biting his lip, Clark nodded. This was the part he was really dreading. “Please, let me do this,” he asked Lex quietly. Lex nodded and held out his arm. Clark dipped his finger in the font, shaking off as much as possible before touching the very tip of his finger to Lex’s hand. “Nothing,” Lex shrugged. “Try a bit more.” Relieved, Clark dipped his finger again and let a small amount drop onto Lex’s hand. Lex shrugged. “Okay, I’m guessing religious iconry and so on, don’t affect whatever I am.” He frowned, “I wonder why garlic affects me all of a sudden.” Clark chuckled, seeing Lex’s eyes almost glaze over for a second as he visibly processed the question. “Lex, think about it later, we should go now,” Clark said quietly, stroking his hand up Lex’s arm. Blinking, Lex smiled at Clark and nodded. “Thank you,” he murmured, stepping up to Clark for a quick kiss. The sound of someone choking made them both turn and they found themselves facing a horrified looking priest. Lex grabbed Clark’s hand and they ran out of the church, laughing hysterically. They had to sit in the car for a moment to recover. “D-did you see his face?” Clark gasped through his giggles. “I was so tempted to ask him to take my confession,” Lex said with a choked laugh. Clark howled with laughter imagining just what Lex could confess to. Eventually though, Lex sobered. He had to find out what had happened to the man he’d killed. “Ready?” Clark asked softly. “As I’ll ever be,” Lex replied. @>*~ After a quick phone call to the Fantasy Garden club owner, who also happened to be an old acquaintance, Lex drove them over. “Hey, Lex.” A tall, slim, blond man was lounging against a silver Viper outside the club. Clark immediately disliked him. “Hi Brad.” Lex walked over and shook his hand. Standing behind his lover, Clark stared, then growled when this Brad kept hold of Lex’s hand. Raising an eyebrow, Brad let go. “Possessive boyfriend, Lex? Not really your style.” Putting his arm up to stop Clark from lunging at the other man, Lex frowned. “Back off, Brad.” Brad lifted his hands pacifyingly. “So, what’s up, Lex? You left in a big hurry last week.” “Yeah, did anything weird happen that night?” Lex asked. “You leaving on your own after almost having sex with that couple on the dance floor was the weirdest thing to happen the whole night, man,” Brad drawled. Clark felt a little sick and he stumbled back a couple of steps. Just the thought of Lex with anyone else was like a blow to the gut, leaving him feeling winded and in pain. “Clark,” Lex started worriedly, turning to his mate. “Let him go, Lex, he’s not your type.” Brad grabbed Lex’s arm and pulled him back round. “I think you’ve done enough, Brad,” Lex spat angrily. The sight of that… that human touching his mate was too much for Clark and he strode forward and backhanded the blond. Brad flew through the air, hitting the side of the building. Lex reached out to touch Clark but his lover growled fiercely at him. Baring his teeth, Lex narrowed his eyes. He growled. Clark was being ridiculous, they hadn’t been mated when this had happened and besides, he didn’t even remember it. Lex growled again, more softly. Clark crinkled his brows together in distress, whining quietly. Lex stepped forward slowly and nuzzled Clark’s neck. He nipped gently, not enough to draw blood, and pulled back again. Clark blinked, then smiled when Lex bit his wrist and held it out to him. Bending his head, Clark stuck out his tongue and touched it to the blood. “Mmm,” he moaned quietly. He grabbed Lex’s wrist and latched on, sucking urgently. “What the fuck are you?” Brad groaned. “Wolfbreed, you stupid fucking human.” Lex and Clark snapped upright, looking over in time to see a slender young man with red hair rip Brad’s throat out with his teeth. “Oh my God,” Clark gasped, dragging Lex behind him protectively. Standing up, the stranger smacked his lips together and sighed in satisfaction. “Welcome back to Metropolis. My brother.” “I don’t believe I know you,” Lex said coldly. “No,” came the reply, “But you will.” Before either of them could even think of trying to stop him, the red head grabbed Brad’s body, threw him in the back of the Viper and took off with the car. “What just happened?” Clark murmured in shock. “I really don’t know,” Lex breathed. “He was like… me.” Clark nodded. “Yeah. He said Wolfbreed, have you ever heard that term before?” “No.” Lex shook his head, “Yet, it feels so familiar.” “This is kinda freaky, Lex. Should we do anything about Brad?” Clark asked, wrapping an arm round his lover. “No, I have a feeling it wouldn’t do any good. He’ll just disappear, like the man I killed,” Lex sighed. “How do you know that?” Clark asked. Lex shrugged, “Gut feeling? I just don’t know, Clark.” Biting his lip, Clark nodded and squeezed his lover gently. “Do you want to go back now?” “Yeah,” Lex nodded, “I want to do some research.” @>*~ It was late afternoon when Lex stopped surfing the net. He’d found very little of interest, and most of it didn’t seem relevant. He got up. Clark was curled up on the bed, fast asleep and Lex smiled fondly. His best friend who’d become his mate without complaint, had remained by his side, completely and unquestioningly supportive… Lex crawled onto the bed and wrapped himself carefully round his lover. “I love you,” he whispered, before he gently bit into Clark’s neck. Clark moaned quietly in his sleep, shifting slightly, but was otherwise undisturbed. Lex drank his fill, then licked Clark’s neck clean and closed his eyes. @>*~ Clark yawned and opened his eyes. He grinned gently. Lex was curled up round him, head resting on his chest. Dropping a soft kiss on his lover’s scalp, Clark shifted carefully out from under him. He checked the time, surprised to see it was already nine in the evening. All the sex and blood letting, and of course the very late night the night before, must have taken their toll on them both. Clark relieved himself, washed his hands and face and headed back into the bedroom, to quickly phone his parents. “Hi Mom.” “Clark! Where are you, honey, what’s going on?” Martha asked urgently. “You just cut off last time, I was worried.” “I’m sorry, Mom, Lex was…” he paused and cleared his throat in embarrassment, “Um, Lex is having this problem, I had to go help him.” So it was not really a lie, it didn’t stop Clark from feeling guilty. “I can’t go into it right now, but he needs me, Mom.” “Oh Clark, it would help if you told us what’s going on,” Martha sighed. “I can’t, I’m sorry. Listen, Mom, I have to go wake Lex up now, I’ll phone again tomorrow,” Clark said quietly. “Okay, honey, I’ll tell your father. Bye, Clark.” “Bye, Mom, I love you.” Clark hung up the phone and shook his head. As much as he loved his parents, there was nothing he could say to reassure them and talking to them was draining. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Clark ran a gentle finger over Lex’s scalp and down his neck. His skin was so soft, Clark could touch his lover forever. He opted for bending over and nuzzling the dip of Lex’s neck with his nose and lips. “Hmm?” Lex shifted and opened his eyes, smiling when Clark kissed him. He yawned quietly and turned to face his lover. “Hi.” “Hi,” Clark replied with another kiss, this time to Lex’s lips. “What time is it?” Lex asked. “Nine, just after,” Clark replied. “What’s the plan?” “I think we should go to the club. I want to see if anything happens or if that other… Wolfbreed shows his face,” Lex said quietly. “He scared me, Lex,” Clark whispered, “The way he just killed Brad, the way he spoke to you… like he knew you…” Clark shivered with both anxiety and possessive jealousy. “Well, he doesn’t, Clark.” Lex put his hand on Clark’s arm, “As long as we’re together, we can handle this guy, and anything else that comes along.” He sighed, “I have a feeling he’s not the only one out there.” “Yeah.” Clark nodded unhappily. Lex kissed his cheek and got up. “Let’s get changed, we can get some food before we go to the club,” he suggested. “Okay, what should I wear?” Clark asked. He’d been clubbing in Metropolis plenty of times, but Clark had a feeling that, even under the influence of the red kryptonite, the places he’d visited were pretty tame compared to somewhere Lex would go. “How would you feel about rubber?” Lex asked with a wicked grin. “R-rubber?” Clark squeaked, blinking at his lover. Lex nodded, “It’s a fetish club, and besides, I’d love to see you in rubber, you’d look really hot.” Clark bit his lip. He wanted to please Lex, but rubber? “At least try it on for me?” Lex asked, batting his eyelashes imploringly. Chuckling, Clark nodded, “Okay.” “Great.” Lex went into the closet to pick out the outfit he wanted Clark to wear. Rubber trousers with a zip through crotch and a rubber tank top that would show the line of every muscle. Clark stared, but let Lex help him get into it. He still didn’t bother with underwear, there was no way he could have fitted any into the rubber. Somehow they actually restrained themselves. Lex polished up the rubber and smiled in satisfaction. “God, you are sexy as hell!” Lex sighed, “I’m tempted to put a collar on you to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Looking in the mirror, Clark was shocked, but had to agree. He’d never realised he could look like that… it made him feel sexy as hell. “Okay, I’ll wear it.” Clark smiled at Lex’s delighted expression. “No collar though. Lex nodded. He changed into a relatively tame combination of tight, butter-soft leather pants and net top. “Oh my,” Clark murmured appreciatively. The black of the leather and net contrasted perfectly with Lex’s pale, soft skin. The pants clung to Lex’s softly rounded ass and the slender muscles of his legs. “Oh fuck.” Clark shifted as he felt his erection trying to push against the tight rubber and the zip of his pants. “Lex, we don’t have to go right away, do we?” Grinning, Lex shook his head. “I’m sure I can think of something else to eat,” he said with a leer. Stepping up to Clark, Lex cupped the bulge at his crotch. “My favourite snack in fact.” “Wh-what’s that?” Clark asked, stuttering because Lex was stroking his cock through the rubber and it felt strange. Strange but good. “Why, you Clark,” Lex whispered huskily, “Any part of you, blood, sweat, come, I love it all.” Clark shivered, “Please, Lex.” Lex dropped gracefully to his knees and carefully unzipped his lover, easing Clark’s length out of the restrictive material. “Please,” Clark repeated, so desperate now for any touch. Lapping all around Clark’s length, Lex gripped the base with one hand tightly. He dipped his tongue into the slit at the tip before carefully sucking the head into his mouth. His gums were aching, but Lex was careful with his unnaturally sharp teeth. Clark groaned at the wet heat sucking at his cock, the pressure of Lex’s tongue against his shaft. He tried to thrust forward, but Lex had a strong grip on him and he couldn’t move. Slowly, surely, Lex eased more of Clark’s length into his mouth and down his throat, until his lips pressed against Clark’s groin. “Oh my God,” Clark groaned. His balls were tight with need for release. He growled lightly. Lex frowned and swallowed, feeling the constriction of his throat around the head of Clark’s cock. Then he growled fiercely. Lex’s growl vibrated down the length of his erection and Clark gasped, jerking forward. He started to shudder, warmth focussing in his crotch. “Lex, gonna, Lex,” he grunted. With a snarl, Lex swallowed Clark’s full length and sank his teeth into his lover’s groin. Pain shot through him, fusing with and enhancing the pleasure. Clark howled, bucking into Lex’s mouth. Swallowing blood and come, Lex moaned and pressed his hand to his crotch. The simple touch was enough, Lex came with a groan. He let go quickly, letting Clark slump to the floor. Smiling tiredly, he crawled onto his lover’s lap and licked his face. “Blood, sweat and come,” he whispered, “Perfect.” Nodding, Clark gave him a satiated smile and kissed him. Lex gently bit down on his tongue and thrust it into Clark’s mouth. The combination of tastes, his blood and come with Lex’s blood over the top, made Clark moan as he sucked on Lex’s tongue. Finally, Lex pulled back and licked his lips. “Mmm, that should hold me till later.” He sighed in satisfaction. “Come on, lover, let’s go.” “Can you help me back into these pants?” Clark asked plaintively, gesturing at his crotch. “Sure.” Lex chuckled. He tucked Clark back into his rubber pants and zipped him up before cleaning himself up. They shared one more kiss before heading out. @>*~ After a quick meal at a pre-club restaurant, they headed to the Fantasy Garden. Lex led Clark confidently straight to the door, slipping the bouncer a little something when he let them right in. Clark stared in wonder and embarrassment at all the sexily dressed people, who obviously were not in the slightest bit embarrassed. The sheer amount of flesh on show was only compounded by the suffocating and slightly oppressive smell of leather, rubber and sweat. “Try not to stare, Clark,” Lex whispered. He grinned at his lover. Clark would never have believed him if he’d told him before that their clothes weren’t at all outrageous at this club. “Sorry,” Clark muttered, looking down quickly. Lex took his hand, leading him across the dance floor to a table from which they could observe the whole club. It was lucky that he’d fed so much on Clark that day, or the scent of blood that permeated the club would have driven him crazy. “Let’s see what we shall see,” he said quietly. It wasn’t long before a bottle of champagne was brought over to them. “I didn’t order this,” Lex told the waiter. “No, Sir, the young gentleman at the bar asked that you accept this token.” Lex and Clark glanced over to the bar. The same red head from earlier, dressed in a velvet frock coat and ruffled shirt, nodded at them, a smirk at his lips. Lex narrowed his eyes, putting a hand on Clark’s arm warningly. He nodded back curtly. Bristling, Clark growled low in his throat. He didn’t like this one bit. Something about the other man made his skin crawl. But if Lex was to find out what was happening… he just had to accept it, and try to protect his mate. The red head stood and swaggered over to them arrogantly. “Lex, how are you?” He bowed slightly to Lex, but ignored Clark. “You have me at a disadvantage,” Lex said quietly. “Of course I do,” the stranger smirked again, “I know who my family is.” Lex stiffened. “What do you mean?” “I’m your cousin, Lucius.” “Cousin? Impossible. My father and brother are the only family I have left alive,” Lex said firmly. “Or at least that’s what he’d like you to think.” Lucius sniffed and sat down. Far too close to Lex for Clark’s liking. “What are you saying, exactly?” Lex demanded in a dangerous tone. Could this… person really be a relative of his? “Your father told you that your mother’s family were all dead, didn’t he?” Lucius asked, leaning forward. Clark frowned and shifted closer to Lex, glaring at the other man. “Yes,” Lex confirmed. “Well, he lied,” Lucius shrugged, “Never liked Aunt Lillian’s family much you see.” “Do you actually have any proof of this?” Lex asked, squeezing Clark’s arm in strange anticipation. To have family, his mother’s family, it would be… it could be great. “Sure.” Lucius nodded and pulled out a photograph and some papers. “There’s me and my mother, Aunt Lillian and Grandpa.” Lex took the papers, glancing over them quickly before he looked at the photo. It was definitely his mother and grandfather. He’d seen pictures of his grandfather before. And the young boy in the picture was unmistakably Lucius. “I don’t know what to say,” Lex muttered. “Say you’ll come and stay with us. Grandpa told me to invite you.” Lucius smiled and reached out to touch Lex’s hand. Clark stood abruptly. “Lex, can I talk to you in private for a moment?” “Of course, Clark.” Lex nodded and stood. “Excuse us.” Lucius nodded, but his eyes glittered dangerously. Clark rubbed his hands up and down Lex’s almost naked arms to reassure himself. This Lucius was totally creeping him out and he was being far too familiar with Lex. “I don’t trust him, Lex,” Clark said trying not to whine, “Please don’t accept.” “Clark, he may well be my cousin, but I don’t know him.“ Lex smiled, “And I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. But I need to go, Clark, I need to know what’s happening to me, to us, okay?” Clark sighed, pressing his lips together. “Okay, but please don’t go anywhere without me.” “You know I wouldn’t, Clark,” Lex said, stroking his cheek reassuringly, “You know I need you with me.” Clark smiled, “Yeah.” “Good.” Lex smiled back, “So, we’ll accept?” “Okay,” Clark agreed, although still reluctantly. They walked back to the table and sat down. “We’re happy to accept,” Lex said quietly. “It’s family only.” Lucius looked at Clark for the first time, glaring fiercely. “Well, then we’ll have to decline.” Lex shrugged. “While we’re in Metropolis, I’m responsible for Clark, he goes where I go.” “Very well.” Lucius did not look happy, “Here’s the address, we’ll expect you at seven?” Lex took the card, “Thank you, we’ll be there.” Nodding curtly, Lucius stood abruptly and stalked off, shoulders tense. “What was wrong with him?” Clark asked, wondering why Lucius had gone from slimy and flirtatious to quiet and angry. “I don’t know,” Lex mused, “But I’m very glad I won’t be going alone.” “You and me both,” Clark sighed. “Thank God you came home and I found you…” The thought that Lex might have been found by Lucius or another family member filled him with horror. He had a feeling that Lex would never have returned to Smallville if that had happened. “Oh God, I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you!” “Clark!” Lex gasped, reaching up to clasp his lover’s cheek, “Don’t think about that please. I came home,” Lex smiled softly, “And lucky you, you’re stuck with me for life.” Clark choked, half laughing, half crying and Lex pulled him into his arms. “Clark, it’s okay,” Lex whispered. “Can we please go back to the penthouse now?” Clark asked softly. He just wanted to be alone with Lex, hold on tight to his lover and reassure himself that Lex really was his. Wiping away the tears that had started to trickle down Clark’s cheeks, Lex nodded, “Of course, love, let’s go.” Clark clung to Lex the whole way back. Even though it made driving a little tricky, Lex didn’t have the heart to ask him to let go. Clark was really upset about this and he wasn’t sure what to do to reassure him. He led Clark up to the penthouse and straight into the bedroom. Lex undressed them both and gave Clark a pair of boxers before sending him into the bathroom. Clark got ready for bed, then stared into the mirror. Lex was everything to him, and since they’d mated, he’d become more than Clark could ever have imagined. He knew he had to be there to protect and care for his lover, but how was he going to compete with the family Lex had always longed for? With a sigh, Clark left the bathroom and forced a smile for Lex. “Get into bed, Clark,” Lex said softly, “I’ll only be a moment.” Clark nodded and Lex smiled. He hoped going to meet his family wasn’t going to be a mistake. He needed to find out what was happening, what he was, but, Clark was more important to him than anything else. Lex didn’t want to do anything that might hurt Clark. Quickly, Lex got ready for bed and hurried back to Clark. Getting into bed beside his lover, Lex sighed happily when Clark rolled over and lay his head on his chest. “Clark?” “Yeah?” “We don’t have to go,” Lex said softly. Clark smiled and kissed Lex’s chest. “Yeah, we do. It’ll be fine, Lex.” Lex hugged him close. “Thanks, Clark.” Clark lay awake for a while, listening to Lex fall asleep, drifting off himself to the sound of Lex’s heartbeat. It was only on the edge of sleep that he realised Lex had called him ‘love’ at the club. What did that mean? @>*~