Title:  The Baby Question                      
Author:  the kendermouse
Email: princess_nomad@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Anti-Children
Notes: Psilence gave me an additional quirk to incorporate into the story, make CLARK Anti-children instead of Lex. Takes place in the same universe as my first challenge story: Lessons From the Heart.
Summary: A new child born to the extended family prompts some unexpected reactions from some unexpected fronts.

 “Come on, uncle Lex,” Liz Stevens teased the older businessman.  “It’s just a baby.” 

Lex glared at the seventeen year old from his place on the couch.  “Thank you, Elizabeth, I am perfectly *aware* it’s ‘just a baby’.”  He took a drink of his tea to hide his growing unease.  “However, I’ve never been very... adept at handling children.” 

Becky Stevens chuckled at Lex’s too calm tone and settled next to her “little brother” on the couch.  She bumped her shoulder against his gently, making sure not to spill the chilled liquid on his designer slacks.  “I don’t know, Alexander, you seemed to do just fine with our little gothic princess.” 

Liz’s brown eyes widened in horror.  “MOM!” 

The rest of the assembled “family” chuckled, their attention directed away from the uncomfortable young man, as Becky had intended.  She watched as the young man relaxed as “Liz stories” became the new topic of conversation.  She knew her daughter would get back at her for this particular tactic, but Lex had needed a moment to compose himself.  It was amazing what four years of interacting with the young mogul could teach a person about reading non-verbal cues.  She could tell that Clark had noticed Lex’s discomfort as well, as the young journalist scooted closer to his partner.  Clark was a good man, something that Lex needed in his life.  She was glad things were working out so well for them. 

As Lex relaxed further Martha Kent caught Becky’s eye from across the room and smiled.  Becky liked Clark’s parents and was glad that they, too, had come to be included in the extended family that Lex had gathered around himself.  The Kents had become a familiar presence in Lex and Clark’s life, and by extension into the Kirschner extended family as well.  So it was no surprise that when the family had decided to throw Michelle and Paula a shower for the new baby that the Kents were at the top of the list to be invited. 

Becky watched as Martha gathered up the newborn from Michelle with a whispered word in the young mother’s ear.  Michelle beamed up at the older woman and laid the sleeping little girl in Martha’s arms.  Clark also caught the exchange and in a “proprietary boyfriend” move snagged Lex’s glass of tea.  The brunette met Lex’s glare with a look of practiced innocence over the top of the glass as he took a long drink of Lex’s tea.  The resultant stare-down allowed Martha to cross the room unnoticed, baby in arms. 

Becky bumped against Lex’s shoulder again and smiled at him as he turned his good natured glare on her. 

“Rebecca, I’m rather engaged at the moment dealing with a refreshment thief.”  His cultured tone added a weight to the absurdity of the statement that made Becky grin.  At least now she knew who Liz had picked it up from. 

“You trust me, right, Alexander?” she asked quietly. 

The blue-gray eyes regarded her warily.  “Why?” 

Becky didn’t answer.  She simply reached out and drew Lex’s arms forward, crossing them loosely over his chest.  “Just remember to support her head,” she said reassuringly as Martha placed Annabelle Celia Kirschner-Schwartz in Lex’s arms. 

“Martha.  I... I can’t.”  Lex’s terrified eyes flitted back and forth between Martha, Becky and Annabelle’s smiling mothers who sat across the parlor from them.  He turned to Clark with a nervous cough.  “Clark, do you want to hold...” 

Clark’s smile was tender as he watched his partner holding the tiny figure.  He brushed his knuckles over Lex’s temple.  “You’re doing fine, Lex.  Just relax.  You’re not going to drop her.” 

“And you’re not close enough to the end of the couch for her to push off like she did to grandpa,” Liz offered helpfully.  Becky could have cheerfully strangled her daughter at that moment.  Liz grinned at her mother before smiling guilelessly at Lex.  “Sorry.  She didn’t.  She’s too little to do that, but give her a few months.”  Liz came and knelt down by the couch where they were seated and ran a teasing finger over her newest cousin’s upturned nose.  “She’s a little angel, Lex.  She won’t give you any problems.  Michelle was the one who pushed herself off granddad’s lap when she was a few months old.” 

Lex looked up at a now blushing Michelle.  “Do I need to be worried?” 

Michelle grinned.  “Well, I was apparently tired of being held.  Dad was sitting on the couch next to the arm and I braced my feet on the arm and pushed off... and went sailing across the couch.” 

Lex turned at looked at the now laughing Professor. “I was so surprised it took me a few minutes to even realize what had happened.  One minute I’m holding my newest child, the next she’s laying on the other end of the couch.  And that pretty much set the tone for our whole father/daughter interactions from that point on.  No matter what plans *I* had for her, she always managed to do what *she* wanted.  Luckily, she always managed to land someplace soft.”  Daniel Kirschner met his middle daughter’s eyes easily.  “And I couldn’t ask for a more wonderful daughter.” 

“Told you he liked her best, Becky,” came Deanna Montreux nee Kirschner’s teasing voice from beside her now blushing sister. 

Becky laughed.  “Well, yeah.  But we already KNEW that!” 

Lex let the now familiar banter wash over him as he smiled at his new-found family.  If someone had told him four years ago that he would gain not only the love of the one man he desired but the love and acceptance of two families as well, he would have given the person the number for Lex’s personal psychiatrist.  But here he was.  Warm and welcomed and accepted by not only Clark and the Kents, but by the Kirschner’s as well.  Who knew that one act of making sure Clark was not hurt by his association with Lex would change Lex’s life so completely? 

Movement of the small body in his arms drew Lex’s attention from the playful argument around him.  Wide, light blue eyes stared up at him.  Logically, he knew that infant eyesight was blurred at best and that little Annabelle probably couldn’t tell the difference between him and a lamppost.  But the eyes seemed to lock onto his face as if searching for the meaning of the universe in his features.  Then Annabelle smiled...  a tiny, guileless smile that firmly wrapped the unsuspecting Lex around her delicate little finger. 

“It wasn’t a smile, Lex,” Clark asserted again as he pulled on his sleep shorts and climbed into bed.  “It was gas.  Babies don’t start smiling until they’re about 3 months old.” 

“It was a smile.” 

Clark sighed as he took in Lex’s expression, part stubborn, part pout, and *all* Lex.  Nothing Clark would say would change his lover’s mind about this.  “Fine.  It was a smile.”  He leaned over and kissed Lex, nibbling on the pursed lips until they relaxed and Lex’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.  Clark allowed himself to be pulled down to rest on Lex’s slender form.  He shifted until he was straddling his lover, his weight resting on his own elbows and knees rather than on Lex’s chest. 

Lex growled, biting at Clark’s full lips as he arched up into the body so teasingly close to his own. 

Clark chuckled and lowered his weight onto Lex, delighting in the feel of his lover’s satiny skin against his own.  He drew back from the kiss and planted soft kisses along Lex’s jaw and down the side of his throat.  

Lex moaned, turning his head to allow Clark more access to the sensitive skin.  His hips thrust upward, his bare cock grinding against Clark’s flannel covered one.  “Damn it, Clark.  Why do you insist on wearing those,” he thrust up against the offending material, “when you KNOW I’ll want them off of you the minute you get into bed?” 

Clark grinned wickedly.  “Wouldn’t want you to think I was easy,” he whispered in Lex’s ear.  He nipped Lex’s earlobe before starting back in on the love-bite he’d been marking into Lex’s pale throat. 

“Nothing about you is easy, Kent,” Lex said breathlessly.  He wrapped his legs around Clark’s hips and slammed their groins together, groaning at the sensations.  He kept Clark pulled tight against his own body and ground himself shamelessly against Clark’s cloth covered erection.  “One of the things, GOD,” he broke off as Clark pressed back.  He panted through the sensations, his own hips snapping upward to meet Clark’s thrusts.  “That’s one of the things I like about you.”  His fingers clawed at Clark’s shoulders attempting to pull them even closer together, struggling to merge them into one being, or as close to it as they could get.  “You keep…” His breath hitched as Clark’s hand eased between their bodies and drew Clark’s erection out of the sleep shorts.  “… me guess...guessinnnnnng… OH GOD!”  He choked back an undignified scream as Clark’s large hand gathered up both erections and began jacking them. The press of Clark’s cock against his own, the feel of Clark’s just tight enough grip, the feel of Clark’s weight holding him down, protecting him. . .  With a shout, Lex’s orgasm tore through him. 

Trembling through the aftershocks of his own orgasm, Lex tightened his hold on Clark.  “Come for me, baby,” he crooned, his voice rough.  “Let me see how much you love this.” 

With a strangled sob, Clark’s body stiffened, jerking slightly as semen pulsed from his cock and coated Lex’s stomach, mixing with Lex’s own seed. 

Lex smiled up at his lover, drawing Clark down to the bed beside him.  He wrapped Clark in a tender embrace, stroking damp curls back from Clark’s flushed face.  He kissed the full lips softly, loving the sleepy little smile that Clark gave him in return.  Clark’s fingers traced lazily over Lex’s abdomen, mixing their seed further where it glistened on the pale skin. 

Lex watched as Clark tenderly traced designs on the delicate skin of his abdomen.  There was a kind of reverence to the touch that Lex still found surprising, even after nearly four years.  His mind flashed to watching Paula touch Michelle’s distended abdomen with the same sense of reverence in the later stages of Michelle’s pregnancy.  He wondered if Clark was regretting being with him.  If he regretted losing the chance to sire and raise children of his own, because unlike Lex, Clark would be a wonderful father.  

He glanced at Clark’s face, taking in the sleepy, unfocused gaze.  While he couldn’t give Clark a child like a traditional wife could, with enough time he could probably devise a way to safely carry Clark’s child.  

It surprised Lex how little the thought of such a drastic event actually bothered him.  For Clark he’d gladly go through the discomfort that he’d watched Michelle endure.  While giving Clark a biological child wasn’t a feasible option, there were other ways to bring a child into their lives.  Adoption, surrogates.  There were ways. 

“Clark,” he said softly. 

“Hum?” came the distracted reply. 

Lex chuckled, used to Clark’s post orgasmic languor.  “Clark.  Have you ever thought about having a child?”  The fingers on his skin stilled. 

“Why?” Clark asked quietly.  “Have you?” 

Lex shrugged, feigning nonchalance.  “I’m a Luthor, trained from birth to think about things like bloodlines and heirs and inheritances.”  He grinned at Clark.  “Besides, I asked you first.” 

 Clark burrowed closer to Lex, hiding his face against Lex’s shoulder.  “When I was younger, I guess.  Everyone dreams of having a family and kids.  But we don’t even know if I’d be able to have kids.  I mean, with my alien DNA who says I’d be able to get a woman pregnant?  Besides, it’s kind of a moot point now since I’m with you.”  He looked up at Lex and pretended to study his lover for long moments.  “Unless there’s something you forgot to tell me.” 

Lex rolled his shoulder, jostling Clark’s head and making the younger man laugh.  “No.  I’m not carrying your alien love child,” Lex growled good naturedly.  “But I’m serious, Clark.  Have you ever thought about raising a family of your own?  There are other ways to have children.  There are a lot of unwanted children out there who need a good, stable home.” / / Not that *I* could provide it,// Lex thought with a grimace.  / /But Clark could.// 

Clark shrugged. 

“Or if you’d rather we could look into hiring a surrogate.” He twined his fingers in Clark’s hair to hide the fact they were shaking.  “I know some men have a problem raising children that aren’t… theirs.”  He cursed himself as soon at the words fell from his lips. 

Clark pulled away abruptly, sitting up and glaring at Lex.  “Do you really think that I’m *that* shallow, Lex?  *I’M* adopted so why would I have a problem adopting a child?” He hissed angrily.  “Or is it *YOU* that can’t handle to thought of raising a child that doesn’t have Luthor blood running through its veins!”  Clark levered himself off the bed and hastily tucked his limp cock back into his sleep shorts.  He proceeded to stalk around the large bedroom, his hands combing nervously through his disheveled hair.  “Is that what this is about, Lex?  Did seeing Michelle and Paula’s baby make you realize that there’d be no ‘Luthor heir’ if you stayed with me?  But rather than risk giving up a good piece of ass you started thinking up ideas of how to have your cake and eat it too?” 

Lex’s gray eyes followed Clark, his confusion at Clark’s words growing with each passing moment.  How had this suddenly become about him?  How had it suddenly become about Lionel Luthor’s demented rantings about the need for an heir at any cost?  He didn’t… he hadn’t intended to upset Clark like this.  He’d watched his lover with Michelle and little Annabelle.  If anyone deserved to have a family it was Clark!  He’d just meant that he wouldn’t stand in the way if that was what Clark wanted.  How had it turned into… this? 

“Clark I…” 

“Don’t, Lex,” Clark cautioned.  “Just don’t.  Not right now.”  He moved to the closet and Lex felt his heart clench in his chest. 

He threw himself from the bed in a flurry of blankets.  If Clark intended to leave, there was nothing Lex could actually do to stop him, but he was damn well going to try.  He was across the room and standing in the walk-in closet’s doorway in a time even Clark would have been proud of.  He watched as Clark stood looking at his sweats as if the decision between the gray and dark blue pairs was the most important decision in the world.  “Clark,” he began softly.  “I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

Clark’s expressive eyes closed and his head dropped wearily.  “I know.  It’s just… If you want children I’ll understand, but I won’t give you up.” 

Lex moved into the closet and drew an unresisting Clark into his arms. “Oh Clark.”  He pressed a gentle kiss to his lover’s forehead.  “I should hope you wouldn’t.  I don’t want to lose you.” 

Clark’s arms snaked around Lex’s waist, pulling Lex closer.  

Warm lips caressed Lex’s collarbone and Lex sighed.  “Clark.  I love you.  You know that, right?  You’re more than just a good piece of ass to me.  You’re my world.  You’re my partner and my lover and the man I want beside me for the rest of my life.  If it comes down to a choice between you and children, you would win.  No contest.”  He drew back from Clark and lifted Clark’s chin, making the younger man look at him.  “But I don’t want *you* to be deprived of children if you want them.”  Clark’s green eyes clouded with confusion.  Lex kissed him softly.  “You’d make a wonderful father, Clark.  And… and I don’t want to deprive you of that chance simply because you’re with me.” 

Clark chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.  “We’re a couple of dorks, you realize that, don’t you?” 

Lex looked at him in confusion. 

Clark drew Lex back into the bedroom and settled them both on the bed, Lex resting comfortably in Clark’s arms.  “I thought you were trying to tell me *you* wanted children, Lex.” 

Lex shook his head.  “Like I told your mother and Becky, I’m not very good with children.  I wouldn’t *mind* having a child,” he looked up at Clark almost shyly, “as long as you were here to make sure I didn’t screw everything up.” 

“Lex,” Clark sighed in exasperation.  “You wouldn’t screw everything up.  I saw you with Annabelle.  You’d be a great father.” At Lex’s disbelieving look, Clark drew his lover closer until the slender form was all but draped over Clark’s chest.  “You’re not like your father, Lex.  You wouldn’t become him.” 

“I’m scared that I would.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Clark before risking continuing the conversation that had initially driven Clark from their bed.  “You never answered me, Clark.  Do *you* want children?” 

Clark stilled under him and Lex fought down the urge to simply drop the subject altogether.  Something about this subject was upsetting Clark.  Upsetting him to the point of running… and Lex needed to find out why.  If he knew why then he could help fix it so it didn’t cost him the most important thing in his life… Clark. 

“Would you hate me if I said no?” 

The voice was too timid, so unlike Clark, that it took Lex a moment to respond.  And it was nearly a moment too long.  Clark’s hands closed on Lex’s waist and proceeded to ease him off of Clark and onto the bed.  Lex wrapped his arms and legs around Clark’s body, clinging to his lover like a determined bindweed vine.  “Clark.  Clark listen to me.”  Clark stilled.  “I wouldn’t hate you.  I could NEVER hate you.” 

“But you’d rather have children?” 

“NO!  Not if it means losing you!  YOU are what’s most important to me.” He turned Clark’s face toward him.  “I don’t need children to make me happy, or to make what we have somehow ‘more complete’ or whatever other ‘ideal’ you’ve gotten stuck in that alien head of yours.  I just need you.  Here and loving me.  That’s all I’ll EVER need, Clark.  I swear.” 

He could tell by the way Clark was unnaturally still beneath him, that his lover still wasn’t convinced.  “Clark, talk to me.  Please.  Help me understand why you’re so upset by this.”  He placed a soft kiss on Clark’s bare chest, his hands running soothingly up and down Clark’s side.  “What is it about the idea of children that... upsets you so much?” 

“I...” The broad chest beneath Lex’s cheek expanded and stilled as Clark drew in a deep breath and held it.  Lex waited, his hands maintaining their calming caress.  The breath was released slowly.  Clark’s voice was little more than a whisper against Lex’s bare scalp.  “The summer when you disappeared I... I did things, Lex.  Things I’m not proud of but that seemed the only thing I could do. Jor-el... hurt my parents because I wouldn’t do what he wanted me to.”  Clark shivered under Lex’s hands.  “Mom was pregnant, Lex.  When the truck flipped...”  Clark paused to compose himself.  “When the truck flipped she lost the baby.  She lost the baby and it was my fault.” 

Lex tightened his arms around Clark.  Now Clark’s actions made more sense.  The AI of Clark’s “biological father” had been a shock.  Lex had thought Lionel was bastard.  Lionel had *nothing* on Jor-el.  Lex still wondered if the AI actually *was* a true version of Clark’s biological father.  There were times that he wasn’t so sure that there wasn’t something else acting on the advanced bio-mechanical imprint of Jor-el.  But Clark had steadfastly refused to let Lex get near enough to the ship and the AI to research that theory, saying he didn’t want Lex hurt. 

“Clark,” Lex said softly, rising up to look into Clark’s eyes.  “It wasn’t your fault.  It was Jor-el’s.  You’ve always maintained that my father’s sins are not *my* sins.  The same works for you, Clark.   Maybe even more so.”  He wiped at the tears that trickled down Clark’s cheeks. 

Clark leaned up and kissed Lex before drawing the older man back down to the mattress and curling up in Lex’s arms.  “But it *was* my fault, Lex.  If I’d done what he wanted he wouldn’t have hurt mom and dad.  I didn’t think he’d use them like that.  I didn’t think he’d actually hurt them to get to me.”  His breath gusted over Lex’s bare chest.  “But he did.” 

Lex held his trembling lover tightly, rocking him as hot tears bathed Lex’s chest. 

“He killed my unborn little sister and almost destroyed my parents to get to me, Lex.”  Pained green eyes met Lex’s.  “What would he do if I had a child?  If *we* had a child?  He’d have someone to carry on the El line and to manipulate like he couldn’t manipulate me.  I won’t do it, Lex.  I won’t give him that kind of power!” 

“Clark, listen to me,” Lex ordered quietly, waiting for Clark to calm before continuing.  “We wouldn’t let Jor-el or *my* father, or anyone else harm any child we might have.” He silenced Clark with a look.  “And while a child would give one more thing that our enemies could use against that, we’d have to face that even without Jor-el.  You’re with a multi-millionaire who has a complete bastard for a father, and who is in constant competition with said father.  I’ve made my own share of enemies, Clark and any one of them could use you, your family, Daniel and his family against me simply because I care so deeply for all of you.”  He kissed Clark’s full lips.  “But that doesn’t mean I’m about to give *any* of you up because of it.  If you really want children, Clark, we would find a way to protect and keep them safe.” 

“And if I don’t want children?”  

The question was so timid, so reminiscent of the shy and awkward teen that Lex had met so many years before.  Lex chuckled and hugged Clark tightly to him.  “Then I will be content to spoil my newest ‘niece’ while avoiding the horrors of late night feedings and diaper changes.”  He lifted Clark’s chin and smiled at his lover.  “And be insanely happy living with my protective and doting life-mate who cherishes me and loves me even when I’m a sappy idiot.”  He captured Clark’s lips in a demanding, claiming kiss, delighting in the deep moan he drew from Clark. 

He moaned in turn as Clark’s large hand drifted down his body and took Lex’s reawakening cock in a firm, teasing grip.  Slow, languid kisses drew more moans and soon Lex was shifting restlessly beneath Clark, his body craving more of Clark’s touch. 

“God you’re beautiful like this, Lex,” Clark whispered.  “I love knowing that I do this to you.”  He continued to stroke Lex, providing just enough friction to keep his lover on the edge of release.  “I want to f... fuck you, Lex.  I want to feel you’re body opening up for me and drawing me into your heat.” 

The coarse words provoked another moan and a full body shudder from Lex.  Clark had learned early on that Lex liked it when Clark talked dirty to him during sex.  Clark didn’t do it often, it still embarrassed him to talk that way, but he loved the way it drove Lex crazy.  And he wanted Lex crazy tonight, *needed* him crazy and out of control and *HIS*.  He increased the speed of his strokes and leaned in and bit at one of Lex’s nipples. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be able to feel it for days, even *with* your healing ability.  You’ll feel it every time you shift or move.  You’ll remember how it felt to have me pounding in to you, claiming you. 

“God YES, Clark,” Lex whimpered, arching shamelessly into Clark’s grip.  “Want to feel you.  Fuck me, Clark.  Please.” 

Clark loved how Lex’s voice went breathy and deep when he was this turned on.  He used his free hand to get rid of his sleep shorts.  His own cock was hard and leaking, the foreskin already retracted from the deep, plum head.  He reached out and fumbled a moment with the bedside drawer, snagging the well-used bottle of lubricant but foregoing the condoms. 

“I’m going to take you bare tonight, sweetheart,” he purred into Lex’s ear.  “I want to feel you around me.  I want you to feel me instead of latex.” 

“Damn it, Clark, stop teasing and DO IT already,” Lex growled.  He wrapped himself around Clark, biting and licking at every bit of skin he could reach.  “It’s been too long since we’ve done that.  Please.  I want... DAMN it, Clark.  You know what I want!” 

Clark chuckled, a deep, dark chuckle that most wouldn’t have believed him capable of... unless they had ever been on the receiving end of Clark’s sexual skills.  Lex was one of the few to know *exactly* what manner of evil Clark was actually capable of... and he delighted in the knowledge.  Lex moaned as a thick, lubed finger was thrust into his ass. 

“Is this what you want, Lex?”  The finger set up a maddening counterpoint to the too gentle stroking of Lex’s cock. 

“Harder,” Lex growled, his hips slamming down onto Clark’s finger.  He was rewarded with a controlled thrust and a tightening of the fist on his cock.  “Yessssss,” he hissed, shivering delightedly. 

Another finger joined the first and then a third in quick succession.  Lex groaned at the burn and stretch of muscle as Clark prepared him.  He loved it when Clark took control like this. 

“Are you ready for me, Lex?” Clark purred. 

“God, yes.”  Lex groaned at the sudden emptiness as Clark’s fingers were withdrawn.  The slick, blunt head of Clark’s cock replaced the fingers, resting teasingly against the spasming ring of muscle. 

“You’re mine, Lex.”  Clark’s voice was rough with need as he pressed slowly into Lex’s willing body.  “You’re mine and I’m never going to give you up.” 

Lex wrapped his legs around Clark’s waist, tilting his hips upward to accept Clark into his body.  He kept his eyes locked with Clark’s as he fought the urge to simply press upward and sheath Clark’s cock in one quick thrust.  But this was Clark’s time, and Clark wanted to take it slow.  And Lex was willing to give himself over to Clark completely, even if his lover *was* intent on driving him insane.  For each short press in, there was a slow glide back out and a stilling of Clark’s body.  Each inward press went a little deeper and each stilling went on just a little longer until Lex was cursing in frustration. 

“Is there something you want, Lex?” Clark teased.  “Maybe you’d like me to go a little,” Clark snapped his hips forward sharply, “faster?” 

“Damn it!  FUCK... ME...” 

Clark pulled back slightly then thrust himself full length into Lex in one smooth motion. 

Lex’s fingers clawed at Clark’s shoulders as he cursed and writhed, shuddering in Clark’s embrace.  “Yes, Clark.  Please.” 

“I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart.”  Clark set a hard, fast rhythm, pressing into Lex’s body again and again.  

Each thrust drove Lex’s cock into the warm tunnel of Clark’s fist and Lex reveled in the sensations flowing through his body.  They were both so close that Lex knew it wouldn’t take long for either of them, even though they’d both come such a short time before.  Lex could feel the tension curling in his groin, tightening and pulsing in time with pounding of his heart.  He could feel the familiar heat racing through his body as his orgasm grew closer and closer.  It wouldn’t take much. 

“I almost wish I could make you pregnant, Lex.  You’d make beautiful children.”  Clark’s voice surprisingly steady and Lex could almost hate him, if the tone hadn’t been so full of wonder.  “We’d make beautiful children together.” 

Lex screamed as his orgasm tore through him and the world grayed around the edges. 

He came back to himself with Clark’s still hard cock buried deep within his ass and Clark’s lips nuzzling his neck.  “Welcome back, sweetheart.”  Clark began to thrust slowly.  “I wanted to be able to see your eyes when I come inside you.” 

Lex felt his body shiver at the words. 

Clark’s thrusts became faster and deeper, hitting Lex’s prostate with uncanny accuracy until Lex thought he’d lose his mind.  He pleaded with Clark, urging him onward, begging Clark to take him, to fill him.  Clark’s rhythm grew erratic, his handsome face contorting as he spilled into Lex’s body in short, hard spurts. 

“God, LEX!” 

Lex caught his lover in his arms, easing Clark down and cradling the sweaty body tenderly.  He combed the sweat-damp curls back from Clark’s face and kissed the revealed forehead.  “You are phenomenal, Clark.  Thank you.” 

Clark chuckled.  “I should be thanking you, Lex.” 

Lex ran his fingers though Clark’s hair.  “I love you, Clark.  You are ALL I will ever need to feel complete.  As long as you’re beside me, everything else is just a welcome benefit.” 

Clark rewarded Lex with a sweet kiss.  “So you’re not angry about...” 

Lex silenced the question with another kiss.  He continued the kiss until Clark relaxed completely against him.  “I’m not angry, not in the least.” 

“So we’re good?” 

Lex smiled.  “We’re better than good.” 

Clark snuggled in close.  “I’m glad.” 

Lex shifted to snag the blanket that had been pushed to the far side of the bed.  The movement caused Clark’s softening cock to slip from his body and Lex mourned the loss of the intimate connection between them.  He felt Clark shift but before he could do more than register Clark’s movement, his alien lover had returned with a damp washcloth.  With gentle touches Clark cleaned them of the evidence of their lovemaking.   Lex would bet that he’d been x-rayed for any injuries as well, not that Clark would have ever admitted to doing so.  Cleaned and tucked back under the warmth of expensive sheets, the two men drifted towards sleep. 

“You really would be a great father, Clark.” 

“Go to sleep, Lex.” 

Lex chuckled once more and did just that.

END