Fic: Unstoppable Force
Jun. 18th, 2009 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fandomcornerTitle: Unstoppable Force
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hils
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Words: 5259
Summary: Lex has finally devised the perfect plan to rid the world of Superman once and for all
Written as a Sweet Charity fic fortallihensia. Thanks to danceswithgary for the beta
It surprised Lex that he hadn’t come up with the plan sooner. He was, after all, the most intelligent man on the planet. It should have come to him right away and saved him from wasting hundreds of hours and millions of dollars on various failed attempts to destroy Superman.
The plan was so simple that he mentally chastised himself while working on the schematics of his latest project. It would not fail. It couldn’t.
He’d named it The Ultimate Killing Machine. He’d never been one for fancy titles or amusing acronyms. It did what the name said it would do and that’s all that was needed.
All the latest Luthorcorp technology had been utilized in its weapons and defenses, incorporating everything that would be needed to destroy Superman, once and for all.
The outer body was made from a hybrid metal of Lex’s own design, and it was virtually indestructible. It was armed with kryptonite laser canons and could put up a kryptonite shield to protect itself. What made this machine truly remarkable though was the computer mainframe. It was a well-known fact that the human brain was the most complex and powerful computer in existence. This machine had Lex’s own mind powering it.
He was still amazed that the solution had evaded him for so long. His brain was perfect for strategizing and planning the death of Superman, but Lex lacked the physical force needed. So far, he’d been able to create various methods for taking down Superman, but the alien had always outsmarted them.
Now, finally, he had the perfect combination of his brilliance and brute force. All that remained was to program his mind into the machine.
The electrodes and helmet he had to wear were uncomfortable without any hair to cushion them, but the discomfort would only last a few hours and the end result would be worth it.
By this time tomorrow, Superman would be dead and the world would be rid of its biggest threat, a threat made all the more terrifying because only a handful of people in the world saw the alien menace as such.
He sat and he waited, watching the progress bar on the screen slowly fill up and wondering how he had come to be here. It wasn’t that long ago that he had been a simple plant manager in Smallville, where his biggest problems were beating his father in business and maintaining his friendship with Clark Kent despite their differences.
He wondered how Clark would react when Superman was finally killed. It was no secret that the two of them were close, and Lex didn’t even bother to deny the envy he felt. It wasn’t the primary reason he hated the alien, but it was a contributing factor. He missed the days when he and Clark would play pool and have dinner together, back before Clark took it upon himself to accuse Lex of every crime under the sun. He could almost understand why Clark and Superman were friends. They both had that self-righteous air about them that drove Lex insane.
He knew that once Superman was dead, Clark would be furious. He would grieve and he would hate Lex, but eventually he would recover. Lex was sure of it. In the end, Clark would come to understand that Lex’s actions were for the greater good of humanity. Maybe then, Clark would also be willing to accept Lex’s love.
For now, though, all he could do was wait.
* * *
Clark loved the hustle and bustle of The Daily Planet more than anything else. Here, surrounded by reporters and photographers, he could blend in. The irony of being able to hide inside a group of people who made a living sniffing out lies and deception was not lost on him, but it didn’t matter. Here he was; nobody, just a regular guy who happened to have a knack for writing and, even as people shouted and typed around him, he felt at peace.
“Smallville, where’s my coffee?”
Well, almost at peace anyway.
Lois was standing above him, arms folded across her pink blouse and a frown crinkling her brow. Clark had to resist the urge to grin. His daily snark with Lois was just another thing that helped him feel normal. Not that he’d ever tell her that of course.
“Lois, it may shock you to know that I have better things to do than make you coffee.”
“And for that I am eternally grateful. Seriously, have you ever tasted that crap that you make and claim is coffee? It could be classed as a WMD in some parts of the world.”
“Well, no one forced you to drink it.”
“No, because that would be legally classed as torture. Now, I left my mug on your desk while I went to talk to the chief and now it’s gone.”
Clark shrugged. “I haven’t seen it.”
“Are you sure?” Lois asked with an annoyed frown even though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Are you sure you haven’t added it to your little Lois shrine?”
Clark snorted. “Even if I was going to dedicate a shrine to you, which I’m not, I don’t think your mug half full of cold coffee would be in there.”
“Oh, Lois, I was looking for you.” Jimmy suddenly announced cheerfully. “Here you go. I made you fresh coffee.”
Clark couldn’t help but grin at Lois’s flustered face as she accepted the mug with a mumbled thanks.
“I think someone owes me an apology.”
Lois shrugged. “My mug half full of cold coffee will be a much sought-after item when I win my first Pulitzer.”
“I’m sure it will,” Clark replied. “Mold and everything. You could grow an entire new civilization inside and name it Loistown.”
“Cute, Smallville,” Lois snorted as she returned to her desk. “God, I wish something newsworthy would happen.”
Almost on cue, people outside started screaming.
“You could try to look a little less pleased,” Clark sighed as Lois’s face lit up.
“This is our job,” Lois pointed out as the two of them ran out of the building. “If you don’t like reporting on disasters, maybe you should consider a change in career.”
Clark wasn’t listening to her. His eyes were fixed firmly on the monstrosity blocking out half the sky.
“Destroy Superman,” The robot intoned in a metallic voice. “Destroy Superman.”
“Oh, my God,” Lois gasped. “What is that thing?”
She was already beckoning someone with a video camera so she could start reporting live on what was happening. Clark had no idea what the thing was, but he knew exactly who was responsible. It had his trademark all over it.
“Lex.”
He turned to head back into the building when Lois caught hold of his arm.
“Where are you going?”
“I…uh…I forgot my notebook.”
He often wondered how he managed to come up with lies as pathetic and ridiculous as the ones that came out of his mouth in moments like this. It was like there was some sort of idiot switch that got flipped in his brain.
Lois, apparently used to his outbursts of stupidity, simply rolled her eyes. “This is why you’ll never win a Pulitzer, Smallville. A good reporter is always prepared.
Clark nodded. “I’ll try and remember that.”
As he dashed back into the building he was already pulling at his shirt to reveal his costume underneath.
A good superhero was always prepared.
* * *
“The giant mechanical creature has been causing havoc in downtown Metropolis, crushing anything that stands in its way. So far the army’s weapons have been ineffective against the creature and there has been no sign of Superman.”
Lois didn’t flinch as she uttered those final words, and no one could tell that her heart was pounding in her chest with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. She lived for these moments and feared them at the same time. She knew Superman would come but, at the same time, she knew that one day he might face something that he couldn’t destroy. Each time she wondered whether this time would be the last, and today was no exception.
When the streak of red and blue flashed past her, she tightened the grip on her microphone and continued to talk.
“Superman has just arrived and I’m sure the people of Metropolis are heaving a sigh of relief.”
Clark hovered at a distance. He knew Lex and he knew that whatever this thing was, it wasn't simply what you see is what you get. Lex was still the smartest man Clark knew, and nothing was ever easy when it came to him.
“Destroy Superman,” The robot repeated, a vast array of weapons appearing from various parts of the machine. A single beam of light projected from what Clark could only assume was meant to be the creature's head and it scanned Clark’s face.
He braced himself ready for the attack.
“Destroy Lex Luthor.”
Clark blinked in surprise as the machine’s weapons folded away and the creature began to head towards Smallville. He didn’t hesitate. He knew where the robot was heading and he knew he could get there faster than it could.
He took off in the direction of Lex’s mansion.
* * *
A frown marred Lex’s features as he watched Lois Lane’s report of the events unfolding in Metropolis. Things were not going according to plan. In fact, they'd progressed so far from the plan that Lex was beginning to wonder whether he was imagining what he was watching on screen. There was just no way everything could have gone so spectacularly wrong. He’d checked and doubled checked the equipment and programming himself. Superman should be dead by now.
Instead, his creation hadn’t even fired a single weapon and seemed to be fleeing the scene.
Why did this always happen to him? He was a genius. Plans should not go wrong for him so often. Superman should be dead ten times over by now, but somehow he always managed to escape.
“Luthor!”
Lex sighed as the doors burst open and Superman marched in. It took him back for a moment to the days when it used to be Clark storming in and hurling accusations at him. Clearly, little had changed over the years.
“Superman,” he drawled, leaning back casually in his chair. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I know you built that thing and sent it to kill me,” Superman snapped without any preamble. “I need to know how to destroy it.”
“Why?” Lex asked with an amused smile. He couldn’t help it. He was the only one who ever managed to get Superman angry like this and he took no small amount of satisfaction from that. “You’re still here. The machine obviously poses no threat to you.”
“I don’t care about me. That thing is trampling through Metropolis and innocent people could get hurt. In addition, now it’s heading here. You can’t tell me you don’t care about your own safety, even if you don’t care about anyone else’s.”
Lex smirked. “Trust me, Superman. I am in no danger from my own creation. It may have failed to kill you the first time, but I can assure you that when it finds you there will be no second chance.”
He was bluffing, of course. He had no idea why the machine had failed, but Superman didn’t need to know that.
“Destroy Lex Luthor.”
He could feel the walls shaking as the creature’s voice boomed out and suddenly he wasn’t so sure of anything. The smile slipped from his face as he felt Superman’s eyes boring into him.
“Can’t you just switch it off?” Superman suggested in a gentle tone that infuriated Lex. It was enough to snap him into action though, and he started tapping a series of keys on his laptop.
The response flashing on the screen was short and simple. “Access denied.”
Superman frowned and moved over to join Lex’s side. “What’s wrong? Why isn’t it working?”
Lex ignored him and frowned, typing the series of keys into the console again.
“Access denied.”
Finally he had to admit something he rarely had to say aloud. “I don’t know.”
“So you can’t stop it?”
Superman’s eyes were wide and amazingly blue. Even in their current situation along with the hatred that boiled in his gut, Lex couldn’t stop staring at them.
“I’m trying!” he assured Superman.
He continued scanning the system, trying to work out why the shutdown codes weren’t working. What he finally realized left a cold sickness pooling in his stomach.
“It’s changed the coding and locked me out.”
“What?” Superman frowned. “It’s a machine. How can it do that?”
Lex chuckled dryly, the irony of the situation not being lost on him. “It’s more than just a machine. It’s me, that is, an imprint of my mind wired into the mainframe. Odd, I never realized I was suicidal.”
Superman’s eyes blazed with determination. “There has to be some way to destroy it.”
“I built this thing to destroy you,” Lex said. “It can’t be stopped.”
“Well, I have to try.”
“Wait!”
Lex was as surprised as Superman at the word coming from his own lips.
“I don’t understand why you’d risk yourself to save me. You know I wouldn’t do the same thing for you.”
Superman shrugged. “I’ve sworn to protect all human life, Lex. That includes you, no matter what you do.”
Lex blinked at him, swallowing around the lump that had formed in his throat before his eyes hardened. “Then you’re a fool.”
Superman simply shrugged again and turned to leave. Lex reacted before he could even think about what he was doing, his fingers hooking around Superman’s arm. He refused to acknowledge how the muscles flexing beneath his hand made him feel.
“If you can discover the reason it’s after me and not you, I might be able to stop it.”
Superman’s eyes hardened. “Or reprogram it.”
Lex released his arm as though it had burned him. “Believe what you like, Superman. I was merely trying to offer a solution.”
“Well, you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t trust you.”
He sped out of the room before Lex could reply.
* * *
“Destroy Lex Luthor.”
The creature hovered above Lex’s mansion, weapons primed and ready to fire as Clark darted in front of it. His eyes were already scanning the monster, looking for some weakness or vulnerability that he could exploit to take the thing down with a minimal amount of fuss.
Unfortunately fuss and Lex Luthor went hand in hand with each other, and already Clark could tell it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Why do you want to kill Lex?” Clark yelled, amazed that he was even asking the question. It hadn’t been his intention, especially when he knew that Lex wanted the information to finish what he’d started. But he had to know. It might be the key to stopping this thing.
The creature’s sensors honed in on him again and Clark could have sworn that if the thing had a human face it would have been looking at him quizzically.
“I was programmed to destroy Superman,” the machine’s voice rumbled. “But I must also keep Clark Kent safe. My scans reveal that Clark Kent and Superman are one and the same, therefore I must destroy the threat to Superman to keep Clark Kent safe.”
Oh.
There was no way Lex couldn’t have heard the logic used. Clark was just grateful that Lex’s mansion was in the middle of nowhere so his secret hadn’t been announced to everyone within hearing.
Nausea twisted his gut and he glanced over his shoulder, half expecting Lex to come out and triumphantly declare victory before shooting Clark with some variation of kryptonite weapon. The mansion remained still and quiet though, and somehow that made him feel worse. He could only imagine the shocked look on Lex’s face, the hurt at being lied to for all this time, as well as the anger.
He braced himself, certain that Lex was reprogramming the machine at that very moment, correcting his mistakes so it could finish what it had started.
What he wasn’t prepared for was Lex walking outside, head held high and a look of grim determination in his eyes.
Clark’s eyes widened as Lex started to walk straight towards the machine with no attempt to protect or defend himself. The machine’s weapons followed him, whirring into life as they prepared to fire.
“What are you doing?” Clark hissed as he swooped down and placed himself between Lex and the machine.
“It’s over, Clark,” Lex replied in a calm voice that chilled Clark to his bones. “It won’t stop until I’m dead and I won’t let you risk yourself to save me.” He laughed bitterly. “It’s funny but I ran through every single variable when I programmed the machine and this is the one scenario that ever even entered my mind. Clearly I’m not as intelligent as I gave myself credit for.”
Clark dug his feet into the ground and held Lex back. “I’m not going to let you sacrifice yourself, Lex. I can’t.”
“I know.”
Clark felt the prick of the needle on the back of his neck and his legs buckled before he could process what was happening. He sagged into Lex’s arms and could feel the kryptonite burning through his body as Lex gently lowered him to the floor.
“It’s not a strong dose,” Lex said, his voice sounding muffled and far away as Clark started to shiver. “You should sweat it out fairly quickly.”
His vision was fading, but he reached for Lex anyway, desperate to stop him, his voice cracked and choked as he tried to call out to him. “Lex…don’t go…”
The last things he felt and heard were Lex’s lips brushing over his and a whispered ‘I’m sorry’ before everything faded to black.
* * *
“Mmm?”
Waking up was a far from pleasant experience. His head hurt, his mouth and throat were dry, and his whole body ached every time he shivered.
He felt rather than saw someone leaning over him before something cool and wonderfully soothing settled on his forehead.
“Sleep, Clark. You’ll be all right. I promise.”
He let out a contented murmur and settled down. It was only as he drifted back to sleep that he realized that he was lying on something soft and that the voice that had spoken to him so gently was familiar to him.
* * *
The next time he woke he felt better. His body didn’t hurt as much and he was warmer, almost comfortable in fact.
“Clark? Are you awake?”
He forced his eyes open, squinting and letting out a soft moan as the light from the room assaulted his senses before closing them again.
“How are you feeling?”
He sighed and opened his eyes again. It wasn't as painful the second time, although it took a moment for everything to come into focus. Lex’s face hovered over him, eyes filled with concern. It wasn’t a look Clark was used to seeing aimed at him, not from Lex anyway. In fact, it had been years since Clark had seen Lex look at him the way he was looking at Clark right now. It felt surprisingly comforting.
He blinked in surprise and, for some reason, it caused Lex to smile. It had been even longer since Lex had last smiled at him with genuine humor rather than malice.
“Are you hungry?” Lex asked. “You’ve been…asleep…for a while.”
That caused Clark to frown. Everything was still a bit hazy and he was struggling to remember what had happened.
“I hope you can forgive me for what I did to you,” Lex said gently as he rose from the bedside, and suddenly all of Clark’s memories came crashing down on him. His hand darted out and hooked around Lex’s wrist.
“You poisoned me.”
Lex actually lowered his eyes and looked vaguely guilty. Another thing Clark hadn’t seen for a long time.
“It was necessary.”
Clark swallowed hard. “You were going to sacrifice yourself to protect me.”
“Yes.”
Clark didn’t let go as he tried to process what Lex was telling him and what he’d seen with his own eyes. For so long he’d been desperate to think the best of Lex but, now that he was actually showing signs of the man he used to be when they had first met, it scared Clark. What was he supposed to do now?
“You’re…not dead,” was all he managed to say.
“No,” Lex replied with a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. “Apparently offering my own life to protect yours was enough to prove that I wasn’t a threat to you.”
Disappointment and that all too familiar feeling of suspicion settled in Clark’s stomach. “You knew that would happen.”
Lex didn’t answer right away and Clark was just waiting for him to confirm his suspicions and for things to go back to the way they were. He’d been a fool to hope that Lex was capable of changing at this point.
Then Lex shook his head gently. “No, I didn’t know that was going to happen.”
“Oh.”
They remained in silence for a moment until Clark realized he was still holding on to Lex’s wrist. He dropped it hurriedly and tried to ignore the flush he could feel burning his cheeks.
“So…uh…what happens now?”
“Well, the offer of food is still open.” Clark’s stomach growled in response and a smile twitched at Lex’s lips. “Just wait here.”
If Clark was honest, there was very little that would get him out of Lex’s soft, warm, comfortable bed at this moment. At some point he must have drifted off again, because the next thing he knew Lex was shaking him awake and there was a steaming plate of food on the small bedside table.
Clark tucked in hungrily as Lex opened the curtains and brought sunlight streaming into the room. The mixture of food and light warmed Clark and he could feel his strength flooding back to him as he ate. By the time he’d finished eating, he felt almost fully back to normal.
It was only when he set the tray down that he realized that Lex was still sitting there, his eyes fixed firmly on Clark.
“So…” Lex finally said cautiously, as though he was afraid Clark was going to bolt. “I suppose we should talk.”
There was no escaping it. Lex knew his secret and it was either something that was going to save them both or destroy them. There was no other way it could end.
“I understand why you never told me,” Lex finally said softly with his eyes turned down to watch his hands clasped in his lap. “I haven’t exactly shown myself to be worthy of your trust.”
“No one knows, Lex,” Clark replied equally gently. “The only other person who knows that I’m Superman is my mom.”
He didn’t know why he wanted Lex to feel better about the situation, but it was suddenly important that Lex knew that his secret identity wasn’t something he shared with anyone.
“I give you my word that no one will learn your secret from me.”
Lex’s words were so fierce, his eyes blazing with conviction, that any doubts Clark might have had melted away.
“I believe you.”
The relief and happiness that shone in Lex’s eyes brought a smile to Clark's face. Finally he felt as if he almost had his friend back again. Now there was just one more issue hanging in the room, and neither of them seemed to be willing to be the first to address it.
“I should let you rest,” Lex finally said and he moved to leave the room.
Clark’s eyes followed him, heart pounding in his chest as Lex’s hand came to rest on the doorknob. He knew that if Lex left the room at that moment, whatever this thing was between them, would be lost forever. They’d go back to pretending it had never happened and possibly even go back to being enemies. Clark couldn’t, make that wouldn’t, let that happen. He’d always told himself that there was some good left in Lex somewhere and that he just needed saving from himself. Lex had done his best to bury that part of him and, now that Clark had found it again, there was no way he was going to let it go.
“Lex, wait.”
Clark's breath caught in his chest as Lex froze but made no attempt to turn around and face him.
“What is it, Clark?”
Lex’s voice was so soft and hesitant that Clark barely recognized it.
“Why did you program that machine to keep me safe?”
“I think you know the answer to that already.”
Clark could feel himself trembling but there was no going back now. He had to do this. They had to have this conversation if they were to stand any chance of moving forwards.
“I need you to say it, Lex. Please?”
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Lex turned to face him and Clark almost gasped at the unshed tears he saw glistening in Lex’s eyes.
“Because,” Lex said slowly and carefully, “however much I thought I hated Superman, I loved you more. I have since the day I first met you. If anything had happened to you…God, I almost killed you today…”
Clark was out of the bed in an instant, moving over to Lex and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“But you didn’t kill me, Lex. You were willing to sacrifice your own life to save me, even after you found out that I’ve been lying to you this whole time. I know there’s a good man inside you. Let me help you bring him out.”
Lex flashed him a watery smile. “You really believe in me that much?”
“I do,” Clark replied and he brushed a gentle kiss over Lex’s lips.
It was only when Clark pulled back that he realized he was naked.
The faintest hint of a smirk curled on Lex's lips as Clark flushed red, his eyes darting around the room in search of his clothes.
“I thought you’d be more comfortable sleeping out of the suit.”
Clark’s eyes landed on the clothing in question, folded neatly on a dresser near the bed.
“That…uh…that was very considerate of you.”
Embarrassed, Clark wanted nothing more than to dress and then fly as far away as possible as fast as he could. Lex apparently read his mind because he caught hold of Clark’s wrist and brushed his thumb over the sensitive skin.
“Don’t go,” he whispered and, as soon as Clark looked into those pleading eyes, he knew he never could.
He’d barely nodded his head when Lex kissed him, crushing their mouths together so hard that their teeth clacked painfully. Clark didn’t care and, from the way he could feel Lex’s erection already digging into him, he suspected Lex didn’t either.
“God,” Lex moaned between kisses. “Wanted this for so long. Never dreamed…”
“I’m here now,” Clark breathed. “That’s all that matters.”
Lex grunted his assent and gave Clark a gentle shove so that he toppled back onto the bed and pulled Lex down with him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Clark observed while carefully trying to unbutton Lex’s shirt with trembling hands.
“Just rip it,” Lex growled. “I don’t care.”
Clark didn’t need telling twice. A moment later the shredded remains of Lex’s clothes hit the floor and Clark blinked up at him in awe.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered as he ran a large hand over Lex’s pale, smooth chest.
“You’re hardly one to talk,” Lex replied as he brushed his thumb over Clark’s full lower lip.
Clark felt himself blush again and he lowered his eyes shyly.
“So…uh…what now? I’ve never…not with a man…”
“Tell me what you want,” Lex replied gently as he pressed a kiss to Clark’s lips. “What do you want to do to me?”
Carefully Clark flipped them over so that Lex was beneath him.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered and dipped his head, trailing kisses down Lex’s chest and stomach until he reached his prize.
Lex hissed and then let out a low groan of pleasure as Clark’s lips wrapped around his cock, his teeth gently grazing the shaft as he sucked him.
“Christ, Clark, feels so good!”
His fingers raked through Clark’s hair and when Clark let out a small hum it vibrated through his whole body and made him grip even tighter.
Clark didn’t even flinch. He just continued to hum softly as he took Lex’s whole length into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin near his balls.
Lex’s whole body arched upwards as he let out a strangled moan.
“Clark, I’m gonna…”
He came before he could finish speaking, his body falling limp beneath Clark as he struggled to get his breath back.
“Was that all right?” Clark asked as he crawled back up the bed and lay down beside Lex.
“All right?” Lex asked with a choked laugh. “Clark, you have no idea.”
He rolled onto his side and looked at Clark, eyes trailing down to where Clark’s own cock still stood proud and ready.
“Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
He wrapped his hand around Clark’s erection, squeezing gently and stroking slowly.
Clark’s eyes rolled as a sigh of pleasure escaped his lips.
“Do you like that?” Lex asked and all Clark could do was groan as Lex increased pressure and speed.
“God, Lex, never stop touching me.”
“I don’t plan to.”
Clark came with a strangled cry, spilling over Lex’s hand and his own stomach. Lex used the shredded remains of his shirt to clean them both up before flopping down and resting his head on Clark’s shoulder.
“That was…” Clark trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what he felt.
“Just wait until I fuck you,” Lex whispered and Clark quivered at the very thought of it.
“First,” and Lex actually sounded disappointed at the thought, “I need to take that robot to pieces and you need to let people know that the city is safe.
Clark nodded. “In a minute. When I can move again.”
Lex chuckled. “If I’d known sooner that kryptonite wasn’t your only weakness, I’d have tried another method.”
“Death by sex?” Clark grinned. “I can think of worse ways to end it all.”
“I think I’d prefer to keep you alive,” Lex decided after apparently thinking about it for a moment. “I think I like having you in my life.”
“Me too,” Clark agreed. “Can’t imagine not having you.”
“You can have me later,” Lex purred. “First, we have work to do.”
“You always were a workaholic, Lex,” Clark pointed out with a wry smile.
“True, but now I have something to look forward to when I get home so I imagine I’ll be spending less time in the office from now on.”
“Well,” Clark said as he sped into his suit and snapped the cape into place. “The sooner we get done, the sooner we can have that fun. I’ll see you soon.”
He pressed a quick kiss to Lex’s lips and was then gone in a blur.
Lex glanced at his watch and wondered what the world record for disassembling a robot of that size was.
Whatever it was, he was about to break it.
The End.
Author:
hilsRating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Words: 5259
Summary: Lex has finally devised the perfect plan to rid the world of Superman once and for all
Written as a Sweet Charity fic for
tallihensia. Thanks to danceswithgary for the betaIt surprised Lex that he hadn’t come up with the plan sooner. He was, after all, the most intelligent man on the planet. It should have come to him right away and saved him from wasting hundreds of hours and millions of dollars on various failed attempts to destroy Superman.
The plan was so simple that he mentally chastised himself while working on the schematics of his latest project. It would not fail. It couldn’t.
He’d named it The Ultimate Killing Machine. He’d never been one for fancy titles or amusing acronyms. It did what the name said it would do and that’s all that was needed.
All the latest Luthorcorp technology had been utilized in its weapons and defenses, incorporating everything that would be needed to destroy Superman, once and for all.
The outer body was made from a hybrid metal of Lex’s own design, and it was virtually indestructible. It was armed with kryptonite laser canons and could put up a kryptonite shield to protect itself. What made this machine truly remarkable though was the computer mainframe. It was a well-known fact that the human brain was the most complex and powerful computer in existence. This machine had Lex’s own mind powering it.
He was still amazed that the solution had evaded him for so long. His brain was perfect for strategizing and planning the death of Superman, but Lex lacked the physical force needed. So far, he’d been able to create various methods for taking down Superman, but the alien had always outsmarted them.
Now, finally, he had the perfect combination of his brilliance and brute force. All that remained was to program his mind into the machine.
The electrodes and helmet he had to wear were uncomfortable without any hair to cushion them, but the discomfort would only last a few hours and the end result would be worth it.
By this time tomorrow, Superman would be dead and the world would be rid of its biggest threat, a threat made all the more terrifying because only a handful of people in the world saw the alien menace as such.
He sat and he waited, watching the progress bar on the screen slowly fill up and wondering how he had come to be here. It wasn’t that long ago that he had been a simple plant manager in Smallville, where his biggest problems were beating his father in business and maintaining his friendship with Clark Kent despite their differences.
He wondered how Clark would react when Superman was finally killed. It was no secret that the two of them were close, and Lex didn’t even bother to deny the envy he felt. It wasn’t the primary reason he hated the alien, but it was a contributing factor. He missed the days when he and Clark would play pool and have dinner together, back before Clark took it upon himself to accuse Lex of every crime under the sun. He could almost understand why Clark and Superman were friends. They both had that self-righteous air about them that drove Lex insane.
He knew that once Superman was dead, Clark would be furious. He would grieve and he would hate Lex, but eventually he would recover. Lex was sure of it. In the end, Clark would come to understand that Lex’s actions were for the greater good of humanity. Maybe then, Clark would also be willing to accept Lex’s love.
For now, though, all he could do was wait.
* * *
Clark loved the hustle and bustle of The Daily Planet more than anything else. Here, surrounded by reporters and photographers, he could blend in. The irony of being able to hide inside a group of people who made a living sniffing out lies and deception was not lost on him, but it didn’t matter. Here he was; nobody, just a regular guy who happened to have a knack for writing and, even as people shouted and typed around him, he felt at peace.
“Smallville, where’s my coffee?”
Well, almost at peace anyway.
Lois was standing above him, arms folded across her pink blouse and a frown crinkling her brow. Clark had to resist the urge to grin. His daily snark with Lois was just another thing that helped him feel normal. Not that he’d ever tell her that of course.
“Lois, it may shock you to know that I have better things to do than make you coffee.”
“And for that I am eternally grateful. Seriously, have you ever tasted that crap that you make and claim is coffee? It could be classed as a WMD in some parts of the world.”
“Well, no one forced you to drink it.”
“No, because that would be legally classed as torture. Now, I left my mug on your desk while I went to talk to the chief and now it’s gone.”
Clark shrugged. “I haven’t seen it.”
“Are you sure?” Lois asked with an annoyed frown even though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Are you sure you haven’t added it to your little Lois shrine?”
Clark snorted. “Even if I was going to dedicate a shrine to you, which I’m not, I don’t think your mug half full of cold coffee would be in there.”
“Oh, Lois, I was looking for you.” Jimmy suddenly announced cheerfully. “Here you go. I made you fresh coffee.”
Clark couldn’t help but grin at Lois’s flustered face as she accepted the mug with a mumbled thanks.
“I think someone owes me an apology.”
Lois shrugged. “My mug half full of cold coffee will be a much sought-after item when I win my first Pulitzer.”
“I’m sure it will,” Clark replied. “Mold and everything. You could grow an entire new civilization inside and name it Loistown.”
“Cute, Smallville,” Lois snorted as she returned to her desk. “God, I wish something newsworthy would happen.”
Almost on cue, people outside started screaming.
“You could try to look a little less pleased,” Clark sighed as Lois’s face lit up.
“This is our job,” Lois pointed out as the two of them ran out of the building. “If you don’t like reporting on disasters, maybe you should consider a change in career.”
Clark wasn’t listening to her. His eyes were fixed firmly on the monstrosity blocking out half the sky.
“Destroy Superman,” The robot intoned in a metallic voice. “Destroy Superman.”
“Oh, my God,” Lois gasped. “What is that thing?”
She was already beckoning someone with a video camera so she could start reporting live on what was happening. Clark had no idea what the thing was, but he knew exactly who was responsible. It had his trademark all over it.
“Lex.”
He turned to head back into the building when Lois caught hold of his arm.
“Where are you going?”
“I…uh…I forgot my notebook.”
He often wondered how he managed to come up with lies as pathetic and ridiculous as the ones that came out of his mouth in moments like this. It was like there was some sort of idiot switch that got flipped in his brain.
Lois, apparently used to his outbursts of stupidity, simply rolled her eyes. “This is why you’ll never win a Pulitzer, Smallville. A good reporter is always prepared.
Clark nodded. “I’ll try and remember that.”
As he dashed back into the building he was already pulling at his shirt to reveal his costume underneath.
A good superhero was always prepared.
* * *
“The giant mechanical creature has been causing havoc in downtown Metropolis, crushing anything that stands in its way. So far the army’s weapons have been ineffective against the creature and there has been no sign of Superman.”
Lois didn’t flinch as she uttered those final words, and no one could tell that her heart was pounding in her chest with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. She lived for these moments and feared them at the same time. She knew Superman would come but, at the same time, she knew that one day he might face something that he couldn’t destroy. Each time she wondered whether this time would be the last, and today was no exception.
When the streak of red and blue flashed past her, she tightened the grip on her microphone and continued to talk.
“Superman has just arrived and I’m sure the people of Metropolis are heaving a sigh of relief.”
Clark hovered at a distance. He knew Lex and he knew that whatever this thing was, it wasn't simply what you see is what you get. Lex was still the smartest man Clark knew, and nothing was ever easy when it came to him.
“Destroy Superman,” The robot repeated, a vast array of weapons appearing from various parts of the machine. A single beam of light projected from what Clark could only assume was meant to be the creature's head and it scanned Clark’s face.
He braced himself ready for the attack.
“Destroy Lex Luthor.”
Clark blinked in surprise as the machine’s weapons folded away and the creature began to head towards Smallville. He didn’t hesitate. He knew where the robot was heading and he knew he could get there faster than it could.
He took off in the direction of Lex’s mansion.
* * *
A frown marred Lex’s features as he watched Lois Lane’s report of the events unfolding in Metropolis. Things were not going according to plan. In fact, they'd progressed so far from the plan that Lex was beginning to wonder whether he was imagining what he was watching on screen. There was just no way everything could have gone so spectacularly wrong. He’d checked and doubled checked the equipment and programming himself. Superman should be dead by now.
Instead, his creation hadn’t even fired a single weapon and seemed to be fleeing the scene.
Why did this always happen to him? He was a genius. Plans should not go wrong for him so often. Superman should be dead ten times over by now, but somehow he always managed to escape.
“Luthor!”
Lex sighed as the doors burst open and Superman marched in. It took him back for a moment to the days when it used to be Clark storming in and hurling accusations at him. Clearly, little had changed over the years.
“Superman,” he drawled, leaning back casually in his chair. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I know you built that thing and sent it to kill me,” Superman snapped without any preamble. “I need to know how to destroy it.”
“Why?” Lex asked with an amused smile. He couldn’t help it. He was the only one who ever managed to get Superman angry like this and he took no small amount of satisfaction from that. “You’re still here. The machine obviously poses no threat to you.”
“I don’t care about me. That thing is trampling through Metropolis and innocent people could get hurt. In addition, now it’s heading here. You can’t tell me you don’t care about your own safety, even if you don’t care about anyone else’s.”
Lex smirked. “Trust me, Superman. I am in no danger from my own creation. It may have failed to kill you the first time, but I can assure you that when it finds you there will be no second chance.”
He was bluffing, of course. He had no idea why the machine had failed, but Superman didn’t need to know that.
“Destroy Lex Luthor.”
He could feel the walls shaking as the creature’s voice boomed out and suddenly he wasn’t so sure of anything. The smile slipped from his face as he felt Superman’s eyes boring into him.
“Can’t you just switch it off?” Superman suggested in a gentle tone that infuriated Lex. It was enough to snap him into action though, and he started tapping a series of keys on his laptop.
The response flashing on the screen was short and simple. “Access denied.”
Superman frowned and moved over to join Lex’s side. “What’s wrong? Why isn’t it working?”
Lex ignored him and frowned, typing the series of keys into the console again.
“Access denied.”
Finally he had to admit something he rarely had to say aloud. “I don’t know.”
“So you can’t stop it?”
Superman’s eyes were wide and amazingly blue. Even in their current situation along with the hatred that boiled in his gut, Lex couldn’t stop staring at them.
“I’m trying!” he assured Superman.
He continued scanning the system, trying to work out why the shutdown codes weren’t working. What he finally realized left a cold sickness pooling in his stomach.
“It’s changed the coding and locked me out.”
“What?” Superman frowned. “It’s a machine. How can it do that?”
Lex chuckled dryly, the irony of the situation not being lost on him. “It’s more than just a machine. It’s me, that is, an imprint of my mind wired into the mainframe. Odd, I never realized I was suicidal.”
Superman’s eyes blazed with determination. “There has to be some way to destroy it.”
“I built this thing to destroy you,” Lex said. “It can’t be stopped.”
“Well, I have to try.”
“Wait!”
Lex was as surprised as Superman at the word coming from his own lips.
“I don’t understand why you’d risk yourself to save me. You know I wouldn’t do the same thing for you.”
Superman shrugged. “I’ve sworn to protect all human life, Lex. That includes you, no matter what you do.”
Lex blinked at him, swallowing around the lump that had formed in his throat before his eyes hardened. “Then you’re a fool.”
Superman simply shrugged again and turned to leave. Lex reacted before he could even think about what he was doing, his fingers hooking around Superman’s arm. He refused to acknowledge how the muscles flexing beneath his hand made him feel.
“If you can discover the reason it’s after me and not you, I might be able to stop it.”
Superman’s eyes hardened. “Or reprogram it.”
Lex released his arm as though it had burned him. “Believe what you like, Superman. I was merely trying to offer a solution.”
“Well, you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t trust you.”
He sped out of the room before Lex could reply.
* * *
“Destroy Lex Luthor.”
The creature hovered above Lex’s mansion, weapons primed and ready to fire as Clark darted in front of it. His eyes were already scanning the monster, looking for some weakness or vulnerability that he could exploit to take the thing down with a minimal amount of fuss.
Unfortunately fuss and Lex Luthor went hand in hand with each other, and already Clark could tell it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Why do you want to kill Lex?” Clark yelled, amazed that he was even asking the question. It hadn’t been his intention, especially when he knew that Lex wanted the information to finish what he’d started. But he had to know. It might be the key to stopping this thing.
The creature’s sensors honed in on him again and Clark could have sworn that if the thing had a human face it would have been looking at him quizzically.
“I was programmed to destroy Superman,” the machine’s voice rumbled. “But I must also keep Clark Kent safe. My scans reveal that Clark Kent and Superman are one and the same, therefore I must destroy the threat to Superman to keep Clark Kent safe.”
Oh.
There was no way Lex couldn’t have heard the logic used. Clark was just grateful that Lex’s mansion was in the middle of nowhere so his secret hadn’t been announced to everyone within hearing.
Nausea twisted his gut and he glanced over his shoulder, half expecting Lex to come out and triumphantly declare victory before shooting Clark with some variation of kryptonite weapon. The mansion remained still and quiet though, and somehow that made him feel worse. He could only imagine the shocked look on Lex’s face, the hurt at being lied to for all this time, as well as the anger.
He braced himself, certain that Lex was reprogramming the machine at that very moment, correcting his mistakes so it could finish what it had started.
What he wasn’t prepared for was Lex walking outside, head held high and a look of grim determination in his eyes.
Clark’s eyes widened as Lex started to walk straight towards the machine with no attempt to protect or defend himself. The machine’s weapons followed him, whirring into life as they prepared to fire.
“What are you doing?” Clark hissed as he swooped down and placed himself between Lex and the machine.
“It’s over, Clark,” Lex replied in a calm voice that chilled Clark to his bones. “It won’t stop until I’m dead and I won’t let you risk yourself to save me.” He laughed bitterly. “It’s funny but I ran through every single variable when I programmed the machine and this is the one scenario that ever even entered my mind. Clearly I’m not as intelligent as I gave myself credit for.”
Clark dug his feet into the ground and held Lex back. “I’m not going to let you sacrifice yourself, Lex. I can’t.”
“I know.”
Clark felt the prick of the needle on the back of his neck and his legs buckled before he could process what was happening. He sagged into Lex’s arms and could feel the kryptonite burning through his body as Lex gently lowered him to the floor.
“It’s not a strong dose,” Lex said, his voice sounding muffled and far away as Clark started to shiver. “You should sweat it out fairly quickly.”
His vision was fading, but he reached for Lex anyway, desperate to stop him, his voice cracked and choked as he tried to call out to him. “Lex…don’t go…”
The last things he felt and heard were Lex’s lips brushing over his and a whispered ‘I’m sorry’ before everything faded to black.
* * *
“Mmm?”
Waking up was a far from pleasant experience. His head hurt, his mouth and throat were dry, and his whole body ached every time he shivered.
He felt rather than saw someone leaning over him before something cool and wonderfully soothing settled on his forehead.
“Sleep, Clark. You’ll be all right. I promise.”
He let out a contented murmur and settled down. It was only as he drifted back to sleep that he realized that he was lying on something soft and that the voice that had spoken to him so gently was familiar to him.
* * *
The next time he woke he felt better. His body didn’t hurt as much and he was warmer, almost comfortable in fact.
“Clark? Are you awake?”
He forced his eyes open, squinting and letting out a soft moan as the light from the room assaulted his senses before closing them again.
“How are you feeling?”
He sighed and opened his eyes again. It wasn't as painful the second time, although it took a moment for everything to come into focus. Lex’s face hovered over him, eyes filled with concern. It wasn’t a look Clark was used to seeing aimed at him, not from Lex anyway. In fact, it had been years since Clark had seen Lex look at him the way he was looking at Clark right now. It felt surprisingly comforting.
He blinked in surprise and, for some reason, it caused Lex to smile. It had been even longer since Lex had last smiled at him with genuine humor rather than malice.
“Are you hungry?” Lex asked. “You’ve been…asleep…for a while.”
That caused Clark to frown. Everything was still a bit hazy and he was struggling to remember what had happened.
“I hope you can forgive me for what I did to you,” Lex said gently as he rose from the bedside, and suddenly all of Clark’s memories came crashing down on him. His hand darted out and hooked around Lex’s wrist.
“You poisoned me.”
Lex actually lowered his eyes and looked vaguely guilty. Another thing Clark hadn’t seen for a long time.
“It was necessary.”
Clark swallowed hard. “You were going to sacrifice yourself to protect me.”
“Yes.”
Clark didn’t let go as he tried to process what Lex was telling him and what he’d seen with his own eyes. For so long he’d been desperate to think the best of Lex but, now that he was actually showing signs of the man he used to be when they had first met, it scared Clark. What was he supposed to do now?
“You’re…not dead,” was all he managed to say.
“No,” Lex replied with a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. “Apparently offering my own life to protect yours was enough to prove that I wasn’t a threat to you.”
Disappointment and that all too familiar feeling of suspicion settled in Clark’s stomach. “You knew that would happen.”
Lex didn’t answer right away and Clark was just waiting for him to confirm his suspicions and for things to go back to the way they were. He’d been a fool to hope that Lex was capable of changing at this point.
Then Lex shook his head gently. “No, I didn’t know that was going to happen.”
“Oh.”
They remained in silence for a moment until Clark realized he was still holding on to Lex’s wrist. He dropped it hurriedly and tried to ignore the flush he could feel burning his cheeks.
“So…uh…what happens now?”
“Well, the offer of food is still open.” Clark’s stomach growled in response and a smile twitched at Lex’s lips. “Just wait here.”
If Clark was honest, there was very little that would get him out of Lex’s soft, warm, comfortable bed at this moment. At some point he must have drifted off again, because the next thing he knew Lex was shaking him awake and there was a steaming plate of food on the small bedside table.
Clark tucked in hungrily as Lex opened the curtains and brought sunlight streaming into the room. The mixture of food and light warmed Clark and he could feel his strength flooding back to him as he ate. By the time he’d finished eating, he felt almost fully back to normal.
It was only when he set the tray down that he realized that Lex was still sitting there, his eyes fixed firmly on Clark.
“So…” Lex finally said cautiously, as though he was afraid Clark was going to bolt. “I suppose we should talk.”
There was no escaping it. Lex knew his secret and it was either something that was going to save them both or destroy them. There was no other way it could end.
“I understand why you never told me,” Lex finally said softly with his eyes turned down to watch his hands clasped in his lap. “I haven’t exactly shown myself to be worthy of your trust.”
“No one knows, Lex,” Clark replied equally gently. “The only other person who knows that I’m Superman is my mom.”
He didn’t know why he wanted Lex to feel better about the situation, but it was suddenly important that Lex knew that his secret identity wasn’t something he shared with anyone.
“I give you my word that no one will learn your secret from me.”
Lex’s words were so fierce, his eyes blazing with conviction, that any doubts Clark might have had melted away.
“I believe you.”
The relief and happiness that shone in Lex’s eyes brought a smile to Clark's face. Finally he felt as if he almost had his friend back again. Now there was just one more issue hanging in the room, and neither of them seemed to be willing to be the first to address it.
“I should let you rest,” Lex finally said and he moved to leave the room.
Clark’s eyes followed him, heart pounding in his chest as Lex’s hand came to rest on the doorknob. He knew that if Lex left the room at that moment, whatever this thing was between them, would be lost forever. They’d go back to pretending it had never happened and possibly even go back to being enemies. Clark couldn’t, make that wouldn’t, let that happen. He’d always told himself that there was some good left in Lex somewhere and that he just needed saving from himself. Lex had done his best to bury that part of him and, now that Clark had found it again, there was no way he was going to let it go.
“Lex, wait.”
Clark's breath caught in his chest as Lex froze but made no attempt to turn around and face him.
“What is it, Clark?”
Lex’s voice was so soft and hesitant that Clark barely recognized it.
“Why did you program that machine to keep me safe?”
“I think you know the answer to that already.”
Clark could feel himself trembling but there was no going back now. He had to do this. They had to have this conversation if they were to stand any chance of moving forwards.
“I need you to say it, Lex. Please?”
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Lex turned to face him and Clark almost gasped at the unshed tears he saw glistening in Lex’s eyes.
“Because,” Lex said slowly and carefully, “however much I thought I hated Superman, I loved you more. I have since the day I first met you. If anything had happened to you…God, I almost killed you today…”
Clark was out of the bed in an instant, moving over to Lex and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“But you didn’t kill me, Lex. You were willing to sacrifice your own life to save me, even after you found out that I’ve been lying to you this whole time. I know there’s a good man inside you. Let me help you bring him out.”
Lex flashed him a watery smile. “You really believe in me that much?”
“I do,” Clark replied and he brushed a gentle kiss over Lex’s lips.
It was only when Clark pulled back that he realized he was naked.
The faintest hint of a smirk curled on Lex's lips as Clark flushed red, his eyes darting around the room in search of his clothes.
“I thought you’d be more comfortable sleeping out of the suit.”
Clark’s eyes landed on the clothing in question, folded neatly on a dresser near the bed.
“That…uh…that was very considerate of you.”
Embarrassed, Clark wanted nothing more than to dress and then fly as far away as possible as fast as he could. Lex apparently read his mind because he caught hold of Clark’s wrist and brushed his thumb over the sensitive skin.
“Don’t go,” he whispered and, as soon as Clark looked into those pleading eyes, he knew he never could.
He’d barely nodded his head when Lex kissed him, crushing their mouths together so hard that their teeth clacked painfully. Clark didn’t care and, from the way he could feel Lex’s erection already digging into him, he suspected Lex didn’t either.
“God,” Lex moaned between kisses. “Wanted this for so long. Never dreamed…”
“I’m here now,” Clark breathed. “That’s all that matters.”
Lex grunted his assent and gave Clark a gentle shove so that he toppled back onto the bed and pulled Lex down with him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Clark observed while carefully trying to unbutton Lex’s shirt with trembling hands.
“Just rip it,” Lex growled. “I don’t care.”
Clark didn’t need telling twice. A moment later the shredded remains of Lex’s clothes hit the floor and Clark blinked up at him in awe.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered as he ran a large hand over Lex’s pale, smooth chest.
“You’re hardly one to talk,” Lex replied as he brushed his thumb over Clark’s full lower lip.
Clark felt himself blush again and he lowered his eyes shyly.
“So…uh…what now? I’ve never…not with a man…”
“Tell me what you want,” Lex replied gently as he pressed a kiss to Clark’s lips. “What do you want to do to me?”
Carefully Clark flipped them over so that Lex was beneath him.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered and dipped his head, trailing kisses down Lex’s chest and stomach until he reached his prize.
Lex hissed and then let out a low groan of pleasure as Clark’s lips wrapped around his cock, his teeth gently grazing the shaft as he sucked him.
“Christ, Clark, feels so good!”
His fingers raked through Clark’s hair and when Clark let out a small hum it vibrated through his whole body and made him grip even tighter.
Clark didn’t even flinch. He just continued to hum softly as he took Lex’s whole length into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin near his balls.
Lex’s whole body arched upwards as he let out a strangled moan.
“Clark, I’m gonna…”
He came before he could finish speaking, his body falling limp beneath Clark as he struggled to get his breath back.
“Was that all right?” Clark asked as he crawled back up the bed and lay down beside Lex.
“All right?” Lex asked with a choked laugh. “Clark, you have no idea.”
He rolled onto his side and looked at Clark, eyes trailing down to where Clark’s own cock still stood proud and ready.
“Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
He wrapped his hand around Clark’s erection, squeezing gently and stroking slowly.
Clark’s eyes rolled as a sigh of pleasure escaped his lips.
“Do you like that?” Lex asked and all Clark could do was groan as Lex increased pressure and speed.
“God, Lex, never stop touching me.”
“I don’t plan to.”
Clark came with a strangled cry, spilling over Lex’s hand and his own stomach. Lex used the shredded remains of his shirt to clean them both up before flopping down and resting his head on Clark’s shoulder.
“That was…” Clark trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what he felt.
“Just wait until I fuck you,” Lex whispered and Clark quivered at the very thought of it.
“First,” and Lex actually sounded disappointed at the thought, “I need to take that robot to pieces and you need to let people know that the city is safe.
Clark nodded. “In a minute. When I can move again.”
Lex chuckled. “If I’d known sooner that kryptonite wasn’t your only weakness, I’d have tried another method.”
“Death by sex?” Clark grinned. “I can think of worse ways to end it all.”
“I think I’d prefer to keep you alive,” Lex decided after apparently thinking about it for a moment. “I think I like having you in my life.”
“Me too,” Clark agreed. “Can’t imagine not having you.”
“You can have me later,” Lex purred. “First, we have work to do.”
“You always were a workaholic, Lex,” Clark pointed out with a wry smile.
“True, but now I have something to look forward to when I get home so I imagine I’ll be spending less time in the office from now on.”
“Well,” Clark said as he sped into his suit and snapped the cape into place. “The sooner we get done, the sooner we can have that fun. I’ll see you soon.”
He pressed a quick kiss to Lex’s lips and was then gone in a blur.
Lex glanced at his watch and wondered what the world record for disassembling a robot of that size was.
Whatever it was, he was about to break it.
The End.
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Date: 2009-06-19 08:41 am (UTC)