fandomcorner | Fic: Against All Odds (2/?)

Title: Against All Odds
Authors:

hils and

lexalicious70
Paring: Clark/Lex with hints of Clark/Rod and Clark/Rod/Lex
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Highway to Hell and So Long Sylvia. In the aftermath of the alien encounter Lex receives some startling news
WARNING: MPREG!

Previous part here

The drive back to Lex's house was made mostly in silence, with Clark stealing the occasional glance at his friend only to find Lex's eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. Lex's thoughts were fixed on his meeting with Rod. Although the man hadn't been in his right mind when the rape had occured, Lex still felt an unease about him. And what would he say if he knew that the aliens had altered him? Would it drive him insane?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Clark asked when they arrived, sensing Lex's apprehension.

"I don't know what else to do, Clark," Lex admitted. "He has to know."

"Ok, but stay close to me, just in case." He gave Lex's arm a reassuring squeeze.

One of Lex's servants met him at the door. "A Mr. Hardwick is waiting for you in your study, sir."

Lex nodded. "Thank you, Brett. Come on, Clark." He headed for the study.

Clark stayed close. He didn't like this. If the aliens had altered Lex, who knew what they might have done to Rod?

Lex pushed open the doors to the study, and Rod stood as they came in. "Mr. Luthor. Thanks again for meeting with me." The man's gaze then slid to Clark, and he frowned a little. "I . . . I remember you."

Clark nodded, not able to bring himelf to speak. All he could see when he looked at Rod was the man who had abused Lex.

Lex walked over to the wet bar and poured Rod a scotch, which he handed to the other man. "Please, sit down."

Rod did has he was asked, taking a deep drink from the glass before looking hopefully at Lex. "I don't mean to push, Mr Luthor, but I've been going out of my mind trying to remember what happened to me."

"He'll tell you when he's ready," Clark snapped, finally unable to hold it in.

"Easy, Clark." Lex put a comforting hand on Clark's arm before turning back to Rod. "The things I'm about to tell you won't be easy for you to hear. Before I proceed, are you certain you want to know what happened?"

Rod nodded. "Yes! Yes, I have to know. Please, just tell me."

Lex took a deep breath and began to pace as he told his tale. "You pulled me over in your cruiser on Route 19. I thought you had intended to give me a speeding ticket, but instead, you forced me out of my car. You were talking strangely . . . you mentioned someone named Sylvia repeatedly."

"Who's Sylvia?" Rod asked, confused already. How was it possible that he had no memory of any of this?

"I don't know. But you kept telling me that she told you that I was 'the one.' When I protested, you tied my hands and made me stand up against my car, facing away from you." Lex paused and ran a hand over his mouth.

Clark longed to hold Lex in his arms again, to do anything to shield him from the pain of having to live through this yet again. But all he could do was stand there and listen as Lex talked

"What did I do then?" Rod asked, and Lex took a deep breath. "To make a long story short, Mr. Hardwick . . . you sexually assaulted me. Thoroughly."

Rod stood still for a moment, certain he'd heard the man incorrectly. "I what?"

"You raped me," Lex replied quietly, a part of him amazed at how calmly he was able to say it. "Penetrated me, against my will."

"No...that's not...I would never..." Rod felt faintly sick, but there was still some small part of his mind clinging desperately to the fact that Lex was lying or mistaken. He had to be.

"Soon after, we encountered an . . . alien entity. When it vanished and took the the thing you called Sylvia with it, you seemed to snap out of it. You remembered nothing."

Now Rod was laughing. He couldn't seem to help himself. "Aliens? This is nuts. There's no such thing as aliens. We must have been...drugged, or something. Yeah, we got dosed and hallucinated the whole thing. The dreams I'm having are some sort of comedown from it all." He was barely convincing himself but he pressed on anyway, looking at Clark. "Did I assault you too?" He couldn't bring himself to use the word rape.

Clark shook his head. "No. I got there after it was too late." His voice was heavy with guilt, and Lex glanced over at him.

"Clark, you're not to blame. Nor are you, Rod. It wasn't drugs, or a hallucination." Lex walked over to Rod and looked him in the eye. "It can't be . . . because they left something behind." He laid a hand on his stomach meaningfully.

Rod's eyes fell onto Lex's stomach as he recalled his dream. "Oh my god..."

His body couldn't take it anymore and he ran from the room to be violently sick in the bushes outside.

"Rod, wait!" Lex ran after him.

As Rod stood up, wiping his mouth with a trembling hand, he found that he couldn't look Lex in the eyes, knowing what he'd done. "So, what, I'm going to be a dad?"

"I . . . if you want to look at it that way, yes." Lex nodded.

Rod dropped to his knees and threw up again.

Lex glanced at Clark with a helpless expression. "Rod, I know this is hard to accept . . . "

When he was able to compose himself, Rod glanced up at Lex. "I'm sorry! I don't know what else to say but I'm sorry."

Clark crouched down in front of Rod, seeing a human being for the first time instead of the monster who attacked Lex. "Lex's is right, you were being controlled. Here, let me help you." He extended a hand to Rod.

Rod's slim hand closed around Clark's big one, and there was a bright flash of light. "Clark!" Lex shouted, but was thrown backwards slightly by the energy of whatever was happening. Unhurt, he stood, but now there was a bright aura of golden light that outlined Rod's body. His blue eyes were wide and bright.

"Lex Luthor, you have been chosen." The voice speaking was not Rod's, although his lips were moving. "You have been chosen to bear the son of Kal-El and continue the Kryptonian heritage. Care for this child Lex Luthor, for it will need your love as well as the love of Kal-El. The human, Rod Hardwick, was only the vessel. He was controlled and altered to carry and deliver Kal-El's seed, as to have Kal-El take the chosen mate by force would have been detrimental to any future bonding. It was a painful but neccessary action. You carry the future of our people, Lex Luthor...never forget that." As suddenly as it had appeared, the light was gone again.

"Wh...what was that?" Rod asked. "It happened again didn't it?"

Lex nodded. "There was a flash of light and someone or something spoke through you." He frowned severely. "Kal-El. That was the name the voice said."

Clark, his face pale ever since he'd heard the message looked over at Rod and Lex. His parents were going to hate him for this. "I'm Kal-El."

Lex's gaze pinned Clark like a bug onto a microscope slide. "What?" He snapped. "What did you say?"

Instinctively, Clark took a step back. "Lex, I've wanted to tell you so many times but...I was scared. I'm from a planet called Krypton and I landed in the meteor shower. Lex, you were right about me."

Lex stared at him, and then after a moment, he burst into hysterical laughter. He laughed for nearly two minutes, and then shook his head at Clark as his eyes filled with sudden tears. "Clark, unless you're having me on in the world's most poorly timed practical joke . . . "

"I'm not, Lex. I wish I was. I'm sorry." He stepped forward and flinched when Lex moved away from him. "Maybe I should go."

Lex blinked at him. "You're leaving? You're leaving after what you just heard? That I'm . . . I'm carrying your . . . " Lex's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell in a dead faint at Clark's feet.

"Lex!!" Clark bent down and eased Lex into a sitting position. He gently patted his cheek in an attempt to rouse him. "Lex? Can you hear me? Please wake up." When there was no response, he gently lifted Lex into his arms before looking up at Rod. "Get the door for me."

"Err . . . yeah, sure." Rod opened the side door and held it open.

Clark swiftly but carefully carried Lex back inside and set him down on the couch, crouching down beside him and brushing a hand over his cheek. "Lex, please, wake up. I'm sorry." He smiled gratefully when Rod handed him a towel which he'd wetted, and Clark laid it on Lex's forehead. "Lex? Can you hear me?"

"Clark . . . Kal-El . . ." Lex mumbled, his head moving restlessly. After a moment his eyes fluttered open and roved around the room before focusing on Clark.

Clark closed his eyes and sighed with relief before looking back down at Lex. "Are you ok?"

Lex burst into that hyserical laughter again, but this time it only lasted a few seconds before Lex closed his eyes and spoke in a voice jagged with emotion. "Am I okay? I'm pregnant with your child, the genesis of which was delivered through another man, by means of a rape." He gazed up at Clark, his expression feverish. "Forgive me, Clark, if that hasn't quite processed yet."

Clark reached out a hand, his fingers hovering a few inches from Lex's face for a moment before he thought better of it and let the hand drop back to his side. "I'm sorry, Lex. That was a dumb question."

"It's all right, Clark." Lex reached out and took the hand gently. "It's our nature to take refuge in questions that are easier to answer when we're confronted by ones that we find impossible."

Clark forced a small smile and squeezed Lex's hand gently. "What are we going to do?" He glanced at Rod to let him know he was included in the conversation.

Lex managed to sit up a little. "The first thing we're going to do is be honest with each other, Clark." He tugged his friend down to sit on the edge of the couch. "Start from the beginning. Tell me where you came from."

It all poured out, from when he first discovered he was different to the day Lex hit him with his car, through to his meeting with Virgil Swann where he found out where he came from. "I wanted to tell you, Lex, and you did find out before your dad wiped your memory. I tried to save you then too, but I was too late." He couldn't stop the tears from falling as he was finally relieved of the burden that he'd been carrying around for so long.

Lex's love for Clark battled his anger, and for one frightening moment, Lex feared his anger might win out and cause him to turn his back on Clark forever. However, he knew he was no longer the only one involvedanymore. He squeezed Clark's hand gently. "I believe you, Clark. I know it couldn't have been easy for you, and the important thing is that you've told me the truth now."

Rod was simply staring at them both. This was the most incredible thing he'd ever heard. He was standing in the same room as an actual, real-life alien.

Clark smiled at Lex in pure relief and gratitude, and then looked up at Rod. "Hey, Rod . . . I'm sorry you got mixed up in this."

He shrugged, slowly coming to terms with the insanity of the whole situation. "Hey, if there's anything I can do...I'm kind of responsible for this."

"That's just it . . . you weren't responsible for anything. You were under Kryptonian control, and they used you to impregnate Lex."

Rod nodded a little. "I'm sorry for that. I wish there was something I could do to help."

"It's ok, Rod, this is my responsibility," Clark said. "You don't need to be involved."

Rod took a few steps toward them. "But I want to be. They chose me too, guys. I might have just been the . . . the delivery guy, so to speak, but...I care about what happens to you, and to the baby."

Lex smiled. "I appreciate that, Rod. Thank you."

Rod smiled, and now that he wasn't crazed with alien signals jamming his brain, it occured to Lex that he was actually a handsome man. Clark nodded in agreement to Lex's statement. "That's kind of you, Rod."

"So..." Clark finally said to no one in particular. "What do we do now?"

Lex sighed. "Nothing we can do now but...wait." He put a hand on his belly and smiled up at Clark.

"I still mean what I said before all this Lex. Anything you want, or need, you call me and I'll be here in less than a second. Uh...I can do that."

"I had my suspicions when you used to show up in Metropolis whenever I was in danger."

Clark smiled back. "I'd do anything for you, I just want you to know that."

Lex's gaze softened. "Thank you, Clark. Same goes for me."

For a moment Clark just gazed back at Lex, amazed that this wonderful man, his best friend and more, was now carrying his child. "You should rest," he finally said. "Can you stand?"

Lex nodded and slowly got to his feet. Rod cleared his throat. "Well...I've got third shift tonight, so I'd better skedaddle."

"Thanks again, Rod," Clark said, keeping an eye on Lex in case he fainted again. "I guess we'll see you around."

"You're welcome here, Rod." Lex called out as the other man went to leave, and Rod smiled at them both over his shoulder.

"I'll remember that, guys. See you!"

Clark hovered by Lex's side as they watched Rod leave. "Well, if you're heading to bed I should probably get going too."

Lex nodded, and watched as Clark turned to leave. The tall youth got as far as the door before Lex spoke. "Clark, wait . . . "

He stopped, paused for a moment before turning back to face Lex. "Yeah?"

Lex's gaze skittered away as he spoke softly. "Don't go."

Clark took a hesitent step forward, hoping to the very core of his being that Lex was saying what he thought he was saying. "Lex?"

Lex took a deep breath, but found that he couldn't meet Clark's eyes just yet. "Don't go . . . please."

Clark moved closer, not touching Lex although he ached to do so. "I promised you. Anything you want, Lex."

"You, Clark." Lex finally lifted his eyes to meet Clark's. "That's what I want. You."

Clark felt as though he could fly, quickly closing the distance between him and Lex and drawing him into his arms. "I never thought I'd hear you say that."

Lex gasped laughter. "I never thought I'd hear myself say it either. God, Clark . . . * Lex cupped Clark's face in his hands tenderly, and pressed his lips to the younger man's in a tender, loving kiss.

Startled only for the briefest of moments Clark's eyes fluttered shut as he melted into the kiss and returned it.

The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but when it ended Clark couldn't stop the huge grin from spreading across his face

Lex touched his face. "Now you know the secret I've been keeping, Clark. Granted, it's not as exciting as yours, but . . . now you know the truth about me, too."

"I like this honesty thing," Clark beamed. "A lot."

"Me too, Clark." Lex touched Clark's lips, running a gentle thumb along the full lower lip.

Clark nuzzled into the touch, loving the way Lex's smooth hands felt on his skin. He never wanted Lex to stop touching him, ever.

Lex smiled up at him. "What are we going to tell your parents, Clark?"

He frowned, having temporarily forgotten everything except how good Lex felt. "Uh...I don't know. My dad is going to freak."

"Indeed he will," Lex sighed, his left hand stealing up the side of Clark's neck and into his raven curls, which he'd dreamed of touching more than once.

"I'm not going to lie any more though, Lex. I'll just have to tell them the truth. I think my mom might suspect something anyway. She heard you talking tonight."

"Oh, God. I didn't know." Lex leaned his forehead on Clark's broad chest.

Clark took the opportunity to do something he'd always wanted and ran his hand over Lex's smooth scalp. "It'll be ok, Lex, I promise."

Lex's eyes closed at the touch. "Take me to my room, Clark."

He didn't need asking twice and carefully scooped Lex up into his arms and carried him out of the room. "Is this ok," he whispered as he walked to the stairs, suddenly aware that he was treating Lex like a damsel in distress from a medieval story.

"It's fine." Lex put his arms around Clark's neck and rested his head on one strong shoulder. "Just fine."

He loved how Lex felt in his arms, fragile but also strong. It was like he belonged there, and now Clark never wanted to let go. It was only when he reached the top of the stairs that he realised he had no idea which of the many doors lead to Lex's bedroom. "Uh..." So much for the perfect romantic moment

Lex chuckled. "It's all right. I haven't exactly invited you up here, have I. Third door to the right."

Clark pressed a kiss to the top of Lex's head and entered the room. The room was softly lit by a lamp beside Lex's bed and a fire glowing in a small fireplace at the far side of the room. He wasn't surprised to see that the sheets, comforter and curtains were a deep burgundy. Purple really was Lex's colour. With a small smile Lex carefully deposited Lex on the bed, unsure just how far things were going to go tonight. Whatever Lex wanted, that's what he'd promised, and it was a promise he intended to keep.

Lex sighed and smiled up at Clark. "Thank you. There's a satin robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door there." Lex pointed to another door nearby. "May I have it please?"

Clark headed into the bathroom and soon found the robe. Burgundy, like everything else in the room. He couldn't help but chuckle as he picked it up and headed back into the bedroom.

Lex smiled and sat up a bit as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Clark? Would you like to help me undress?"

He could only nod as a sliver of Lex's pale chest appeared as he undid the first few buttons. He crossed the room as sat on the bed beside him, working at the buttons with tremblings fingers.

Lex watched, noting the tremble in the big hands. "Clark, if this is frightening you, you don't have to."

"No," Clark assured him with a nervous smile. "It's just...I've never done this before and I don't want to hurt you, or the baby."

"You won't hurt me, Clark. In fact . . . you're the one person in the world I trust the most not to."

He relaxed a little at that but was unable to stop biting down on his lower lip. "What if I can't control my strength?"

"Well, you've hugged me before, and if you can do that without crushing me, surely you can touch me in other ways without doing the same."

Clark finally allowed himself to genuinely smile. Lex was being incredible about this. He's only just found out that Clark was an alien and already he was soothing his insecurities about it. He continued to unbutton Lex's shirt and this time his hands didn't shake.

"There." Lex smiled. "See? Mission accomplished." He held out his arms so Clark could pull the shirt off him.

Clark tugged gently, careful so as not to tear Lex's shirt. When it was removed he couldn't stop himself from staring at Lex's perfectly smooth, pale chest. It was possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Lex," his whispered, reaching out to stroke a hand over the flawless skin.

Lex didn't blush, but he did avert his eyes for a moment. "I know," He said softly. "I'm . . . very pale. I hope you can get used to it."

Clark cupped Lex's chin and raised his head until their eyes met. "Lex, you're perfect."

Lex's eyes widened slightly. "But Clark, I . . . I'm--" Lex glanced down at his pale skin, and then touched a hand to his bare scalp in wordless explanation.

"Beautiful," Clark finished. "I've thought so since the first time I saw you." He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Lex's scalp. "I wouldn't want you any other way."

"Clark." Lex reached out and cupped the beautiful face in both hands, stroking it gently.

Clark leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Lex's lips, allowing his mouth to linger there for a moment as his brain finally processed the fact that this was actually happening.

Lex sighed in what sounded like bliss and parted his lips, allowing Clark to explore a bit if he chose. After a moment, he whispered against the full, soft lips. "Take my pants off for me, Clark."

Clark nodded, and slowly started to work on the buckle of Lex's belt. He wanted every second of this to last, so he could commit it to memory and never forget it.

Lex watched Clark's big hands work the buckle, small muscles in his flat belly jumping and quivering. He wondered if Clark could feel them as keenly.

Once the buckle was open Clark wasted no time removing Lex's pants, smiling at the silky white boxers he found underneath them.

Lex inahled sharply as Clark's fingers brushed against his abdomen, and he lifted his hips slightly at the touch. He understood how inexperienced Clark was, and didn't want to push him. He smiled and nodded up at his young friend. "Thanks, Clark. I'm much more comfortable now."

Clark hovered for a moment and then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Lex's stomach.

"Oh!" Lex gasped lightly at the kiss, and then closed his eyes as he grew painfully hard in one swift twitch, that small kiss suddenly having him moments from shooting into his underwear like a horny teen.

Pleased by the noises he was getting from Lex, Clark began to brush his hands over Lex's stomach, trailing downwards as they sought their prize.

Lex began to squirm as his flat abs were stroked, and he gazed up at Clark. "Clark . . . don't-- please, don't force yourself into anything just because you think it's what I want."

"I want this," Clark said with a small smile. "I want you." His hands had reached the top of Lex's boxers and they paused there for a moment before slipping inside

"Clark!" It was a gasp of shock and pleasure, all caught on sensation, and Lex's cock quivered as the tip leaked fluid onto Clark's hand.

He might not have done this with someone else before but he'd done it to himself plenty of times and Lex's gasps were all the encouragement he needed. He wrapped his hand around Lex's cock and started to stroke him, slowly at first and then faster.

Lex's deep-set eyes never left Clark's face as the big, warm hand stroked over his erection again and again. His abs tightened suddenly and his nipples stiffened, a sure sign that he was going to--"Oh, God! Clark! Clark!" Lex shouted and his hips bucked up hard as he spilled over Clark's hand. The orgasm was so intense that for a moment white noise filled Lex's ears in a rush that was created by the sound of his own crashing pulse.

Clark withdrew his hand, amazed and slightly pleased that he had got such an intense reaction from Lex. He pressed another kiss to his stomach and crawled up the bed to lie beside him. "Was that ok?"

"Okay?" Lex laughed shakily. "My God, Clark." He reached out and touched Clark's dark hair. "I nearly lost consciousness!"

He couldn't help but blush at that. "Well, I'm glad you liked it. I want you to be happy."

"Oh, Clark. Come here." Lex put his arms around the boy and pulled him close. "I am happy. You're here . . . you haven't run away in disgust or let anyone keep you from me. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

Clark smiled. "I'll always be here for you, Lex. I don't ever want to be anywhere else."

Lex sighed, feeling languid and almost boneless after his intense climax. It suddenly occured to him that Clark should get something in return. "Would you like me to undress you as well?"

Clark smiled shyly. "These clothes are kind of uncomfortable."

"Then let's do something about it, shall we?" Lex smiled and paused to kick off his boxers, using them to wipe himself clean before tossing them to the end of the bed. He rolled to his knees and began to unbutton Clark's over shirt.

It was only as Clark watched Lex clean himself that he realised his hand was still coated in Lex's come, and he quickly used the shirt to wipe it clean

Lex paused to watch, the analytical and paranoid part of him monitoring Clark's face for fear or disgust, or perhaps both. Seeing neither, Lex smiled a pleased smile and stripped the over shirt off, and then slipped his hands under Clark's tee shirt. "My God, Clark," he laughed as his hands slid along Clark's abs. "How many hours a day do you work out?"

Clark had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Now was not the time to reveal that he was ticklish. "Oh, well, I do a lot of chores on the farm but I've kind of alway been like that, well since I hit puberty. Must be an alien thing."

It was so nice to be able to talk about it openly with Lex like this.

Lex paused again. In his passion, he'd nearly forgotten Clark's confession. "Ah." He nodded. So, other than flawless abs with no real effort, you have an otherwise human appearance . . . although honestly Clark, I've always thought there was something other-worldly about you."

"Yeah," Clark said sadly. "When you found out the first time you said you'd suspected."

"Clark." Lex touched his face. "I know you feel responsible for that, but you can't beat yourself up for it the rest of your life. Despite your abilities, you can't save everyone.

Clark shook his head. "No, I am responsible, Lex. I never should have left you. I was so concerned with protecting myself that I just let them take you to that place."

"You can't change the past, Clark. Please don't torture yourself."

He sighed. "I can't help it, Lex. I have nightmares about what they did to you in that place. If I'd just trusted you enough to take you with me..."

Lex leaned forward and cut Clark's words off with a long, deep kiss.

Clark let out a soft moan and relaxed into the kiss, opening his mouth to allow Lex greater access

"Mmmh." Lex sighed happily and then broke the kiss, sucking Clark's full lower lip out as he did so. He then rubbed a gentle thumb over the pretty mouth and looked up at Clark with a devilish smirk. "That means I want you to change the subject. Now . . . why don't you tell me all about Kal-El?"

Chapter 3