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Karen Colohan This is future fic. With thanks to Barbara for betaing. The soft thud of boots landing on the balcony announced to Lex that he had company. It wasn't much of a surprise, Superman was a regular visitor to the penthouse these days and, perhaps more to the point, a welcome visitor. Smiling, Lex turned as the door from the balcony slid open. "Kal-El." "Lex," came the warm reply. There was no doubt that they'd come a long way since the days when their communication had seemed to consist of little more than snarling Superman or Luthor at each other. "It's good to see you," Lex said as he set aside the glass he'd been drinking from. Kal-El's red cape fluttered behind him as he strode across the room towards Lex. "I missed you." "Well, I'm back now and..." He had no time to say more as Kal-El scooped him up into his arms and speeded them both into Lex's bedroom. "Fuck! I wish you'd warn me when you're going to do that," Lex protested breathlessly. He was now flat on his back, blanketed by the heat of a clearly aroused alien. "I'm sorry, Lex," Kal-El told him, nuzzling insistently at the side of his neck. "But I didn't want to waste any more time. I don't know when I'll have to go out again." Lex sighed. "It's all right, I understand." His hands slid under the folds of Kal-El's cape, gliding over the smooth fabric of his suit. When Lex's fingers tightened on the curve of Kal-El's muscular ass he arched up into the touch. "I want you, Lex," the deep voice growled into his ear. Lex was already hard and he ground against the heavy body pressing him into the mattress. "It feels like you have me." Strong fingers reached between them, swiftly unbuttoning Lex's shirt and then going to work on his pants. "Not enough!" Kal-El rolled off of him and Lex could sense his reluctance to separate even for the short time it took to get them both naked. He hardly had the chance to look at the smooth lines of the tanned, well muscled body before Kal-El was straddling him again, bare skin sliding on skin. Stretching out a hand, Lex pulled open the night stand drawer and reached in to find the bottle of lube he kept there. Kal-El took it from him at once, coating his fingers with the contents. Lex expected him to begin preparing him, but instead Kal-El wrapped his oil slicked hand around Lex's cock, starting to stroke it firmly. Lex tossed his head on the pillow at the unexpected touch, his lips parting as he gasped with the rapidly building pleasure. Kal-El was braced over him on hands and knees, the blue eyes watching avidly as Lex gave in to the sensations. The fast, insistent rhythm was exactly what Lex needed and he was already too close. Kal-El's thumb swiped across the head of his cock, mixing pre-come with the lube as his fingers slid back down the shaft, squeezing harder. "Fuck, Kal-El!" Lex moaned as his hips arched off the bed. Just a few more strokes was all it took and then Lex was coming. Kal-El's gaze never left his face as Lex shuddered and writhed through his climax. By the time the sensations began to ebb, Lex felt wrung out and perfectly sated. His body sank back onto the bed, limbs spreading laxly as he slowly got his breath back. "Beautiful," Kal-El murmured as he leaned down and kissed Lex with something close to reverence. Lex was relaxed enough that when Kal-El trailed one slick finger behind his balls and back to his hole, it pressed inside with almost no resistance. He moaned into the hot, wet mouth covering his own when a second finger worked its way into him, stretching carefully. Pulling back, Kal-El drew his tongue across Lex's lips, licking gently. "Are you ready?" Lex nodded and Kal-El slowly withdrew his fingers. Lex watched him as he retrieved the bottle of lube and coated his cock with it. Then Kal-El shifted them both until his cock nudged against Lex's hole. He pressed steadily until the head slid inside, Lex breathing harder at the burn of overstretched flesh. Kal-El held still until Lex had adjusted and nodded at him to continue. Then he pushed again, burying a little more of his cock in Lex's body. It took them a few minutes, but eventually Kal-El was all the way inside and Lex could feel the tension trembling through his muscles as he fought the urge to thrust. Looking up, Lex hissed, "Move!" The blue eyes shimmered with heat as they glared down at Lex, but Kal-El obeyed. He withdrew slowly and then, unexpectedly, slammed back in hard. Lex cried out at the intense burning, bordering on pain, but he bucked up against Kal-El, encouraging him to do it again. He wasn't disappointed. Lex knew that Kal-El was still leashing his strength, but it didn't stop him from fucking Lex hard. Pain quickly gave way to pleasure as Kal-El's thrusts found his prostate. His voice low and rough, Lex goaded Kal-El, making sure that he didn't let up. Finally, Kal-El stilled, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Pressed deep inside Lex he came, filling him with liquid heat. Lex held onto him, feeling the shudders that coursed through his body. He smoothed his hands over the tanned skin until Kal-El collapsed on top of him, spent. He didn't try to move, even though the heavy weight meant that he could only take shallow breaths. After a few minutes, Kal-El slid back onto the bed, curling up at Lex's side. He seemed almost sad as he reached out, his fingers idly tracing patterns on Lex's chest. "I can't stay," he said finally. "I'm needed elsewhere." "It's all right, I'm glad you came," Lex replied. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching as the other man reluctantly sat up. With a sigh, Kal-El climbed out of bed. Leaning down he pressed a long, sweet kiss on Lex's lips. "I love you," he said softly as he drew back. Lex smiled up at him. "I know." There was a blur of motion and then Kal-El was once again dressed in Superman's suit. "I'll see you soon, I promise." He brushed a final kiss against Lex's mouth and then he was gone with a rush of displaced air. Lex settled back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He lay there for a long while before gathering himself and getting up to head into the shower. He didn't linger and by the time he was dried off and dressed, the air of lassitude had left him. Picking up the phone, Lex called down to security. "Is Dr. Phillips still waiting?" "Yes, Mr. Luthor." "I'm ready to see him now, send him up," he instructed. "Of course, sir." While he waited, Lex finished the drink that had been interrupted by Kal-El's arrival. He tossed back the last of the Scotch, then went out into the hallway to meet his second visitor of the night. The elevator doors slid open and Dr. Phillips stepped out. Lex ushered him into the penthouse, closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, doctor," he said smoothly. "I was unavoidably detained." "That's quite all right, Mr. Luthor." The man spoke with the deference of an employee well aware of his position. He took the seat Lex gestured him towards before continuing. "I believe you'll be very pleased with the latest reports from the project." Lex sat opposite the doctor, eyeing him coolly. "I hope so." Opening his briefcase, Dr. Phillips pulled out a file and handed it to Lex. "These results indicate that the instabilities inherent in the earlier test subjects have now been corrected." Flipping through the contents of the file, Lex didn't look up. "Excellent, how soon will we know for certain?" "A few days at most, "Dr. Phillips assured him. "But we'll be monitoring the subjects very closely over that time." Lex tossed the folder back to the doctor. "Keep me informed of your progress." "Of course, Mr. Luthor." "Before you leave, there's just one other thing." Lex sat back in his chair, the perfect picture of composure. "Have there been any problems at the facility, any disturbances?" "None at all." The doctor regarded him cautiously. "Were you expecting some kind of trouble? We've kept the centre very low key as you instructed." Lex considered for a moment. "I'm sure you're aware that I've set up similar research facilities in the past." Dr. Phillips nodded. "I'm not unaware of the fact, Mr. Luthor." "And, no doubt, you also know that Superman was responsible for... closing them down," Lex continued. The doctor hesitated as if he were searching for a tactful way of phrasing what he wanted to say. "My understanding was that matters between yourself and Superman had been resolved," he said finally. Lex smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Superman believes that I'm a reformed man, doctor. It's an appearance I've gone to considerable lengths to foster. As there has been no interference with the project it would seem I've been successful." Biting his lip, the doctor still couldn't keep himself from asking, "Then your - relationship with him...?" "Has been of demonstrable benefit to the project," Lex replied sharply. "Not only has it provided invaluable genetic material, but it's also kept Superman's focus elsewhere. Now that he believes he's saved me, he's not looking beyond LexCorp's visible business interests." "That's very resourceful of you, Mr. Luthor," said Dr. Phillips admiringly. Lex's smile broadened. "If there's one thing that I've learned, it's to make the most of any opportunities that come my way. Superman may fancy himself as a hero, the saviour of Metropolis, but when you get down to it he's just law enforcement dressed up in primary colours." Lex's gaze grew more distant. "He also thinks he's in love with me, which gives me an advantage over him, because he's only seeing what he wants to see. It's in all our interests for me to encourage that belief, because love's a distraction, and a distracted policeman is an opportunity." << |