Based off of the beginning of an episode of Justice League of America, Injustice for All. Lex Luthor has captured Superman, and is about to kill him with a giant hunk of Kryptonite. So he asks the disgusting creature if he has any last words. That's pretty much where the similarities end. Slash, alternate universe, out of character, mainly because of the alternate universe stuff. Anyway, enjoy, probably got another chapter coming up.
I had done it. I had finally done it. I—Lex Luthor—criminal mastermind, and supposedly 'evil' genius had finally captured the great and powerful Superman. The alien laid quivering, and gasping for air, sprawled out on my bed. I had a hunk of Kryptonite in my hand and was going to rid the world of him, soon.
"I'll have to remind myself to destroy those sheets," I told him, angrily. "I hope you're happy. It took me two years to find fabric in that exact color." I had every right to be pissed, that disgusting creature was ruining everything I owned.
"Lex," he croaked. "Please. I—" He coughed, his alien chest rising feebly. Pathetic, I thought. I've never seen a creature so pitiful in all my life. I hated that he thought he had the right to speak to me in such a way, to be so informal with me. I stormed over, and punched him in the kidney—assuming he had one.
"You filthy, alien, slime," I cried, picking him up by a few loose bits of fabric on his uniform. 'You disgust me! Vile creature. Any last words before you die, traitorous scum?" I asked, dropping him, and wiping my hands on a near by napkin.
"Just one thing, well actually it's more of a request. I want you to tell me how you really feel about me. Please, Lex; I think I've earned the truth. If you're really going to just let me die, then I should be—I wanna know."
"What do I think of you? I'm surprised you don't already know my feelings, you disgusting, alien traitor. Bug, slime, filth. I hate you. I am horrified beyond belief. If I have to spend five more minutes with you I just might vomit."
"You don't really believe that do you, Lex?" I hit him again, this time in the face, hard enough to cut his lip on my ring. "Sorry, Mr. Luthor. But I'm right, aren't I? Lois—Lane—says that when someone claims to hate someone that much, it's usually a mask, because you see something in that group, or person, you see yourself in them, and you can't handle liking them, so you say you hate the person."
"Don't be disgusting," I spat, then raised my hand to slap him again. I lowered it, seeing the fear in his tired, sad eyes. "Maybe I should slit your throat, save myself the trouble of having to sit here and listen to your nonsense." He tried to sit up, but was so dizzy it made him fall down. Superman hit his head on the wooden frame.
"Oomph," he grunted, pushing himself into a position where he was able to look me in the eyes. Lex, I feel the same way about you. I have wanted you from the day we met. Do you remember that day on the bridge," he gasped, starting to choke, clutching his stomach. "You were so beautiful, so perfect…I never felt that way before. I kept doing CPR because I knew I'd never love anyone if you died, if I couldn't have you."
"Clark?" I whispered, half terrified. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could that doe-eyed, farm boy be the same vile creature kneeling in front of me, begging for his pathetic life. All those nights in Smallville where I'd laid in bed, fantasizing about fucking him, guiding his mouth to my cock, while staring down at his angelic little face, watching—imagining the look in his eyes when he came out to me—and when I thought about what I had done, how my body had reacted, of all the times I'd stuck my hand down my pajama bottoms and masturbated to the teenage beauty. It was perhaps the most disturbing thing I had ever experienced. "My God," was all I could say.
"Lex," he whimpered. "Please, please, put the Kryptonite away. You have to. You have to, or I'm gonna die. Lex, I love you," he sobbed. I thought about kicking him, when I saw that look in his eyes, the one he used to get when we were kids in Smallville, and I was disappointing him. Back then, I was willing to do anything to keep him from making that face at me. Even now it hurt just as much.
"What could you possibly know about love," I roared. "I hate you. I can't—I'm sorry, but—what am I apologizing for?' I went looking through my desk, for my gun. "I'll just—I'm going to kill you now, and that'll be the end of this."
"Lex, no," he begged, lunging for me, and falling to the ground. He lay there, weakly, his breathing labored. "Please, I'm still—that is, I don't wanna die a virgin," he admitted, sounding small and pathetic.
"So now on top of being a lousy, no good, filthy traitor, and a scum-sucking bottom feeder, you're a liar too?" I shirked. This was too much. The begging thing was weak, but it served a purpose. The lying, however, well that was just plain stupid.
"I'm not lying, Lex—Um Luthor. I'm sorry, but I hafta tell you—I wasn't. I didn't. I've never been with anybody. I mean I—well that's just it. You're the only person I ever really cared about. When we stopped being friends…"
"You lived with Lana for years," I reminded him, turning away. "This is tedious Clark. How much longer do you think it's going to take?"
"Yeah, we lived together, but I never actually…I was so scared that I might hurt her and the only time she was—okay to, you know, she went sort of nuts before we had the chance to actually do anything. She wanted to try again later, but I couldn't I was scared I might hurt her so I didn't…I never—"
"Oh well, that explains everything," I mocked. Clark looked up at me with a please pity me expression on his face. "Even if I believed you, nothing has changed. If I let you have your filthy way with me, I'll be ripped in half."
"No, Lex you misunderstood. I want you to make love to me," he explained, reaching up to try and stroke the side of my face. I slapped his arm away as quickly as I possibly could. "Please. Please, I'm gonna die; just give me one last thing. Please, I love you—and you still care about. You still want me. I can see it in your face." I didn't want to admit it, but the alien scumbag had a point. I had always wanted him—that's why I went out with Lana, and tricked her into marrying me. I thought it was the closet I'd ever get to him. I tried to stand there, glaring at him for as long as I could, but finally I gave in.
"Alright, but no complaining about—don't tell me—don't cry or do anything stupid, got it? And if you think you can force me into letting you go during some post coital trance, it's not going to happen, no matter how good you are, and seeing as this is your first time, I doubt you're going to be very good."
Slowly, I removed my own clothing, folding it into a neat pile, and turned around just in time to find him unzipping his uniform, right behind his cape. The thing was practically invisible, and I had always wondered how he got in and out of the thing. After that, I grabbed the guy, and pushed him backwards towards the bed, knocking him down, rolling him over, and starting to suck on his neck. I reached forward, feeling for his hips, and I grabbed them, stabilizing him with one hand, while pushing a finger into his ass with the other.
"You don't have to do that. I'm not. You're not going to hurt me," he explained, turning his head around so I could look him in the eyes. "Nothing can hurt me, not unless you've got Kryptonite lubricant."
"I'm not worried about you. I just don't want to be found with my—I don't wish to be discovered with a part of my body stuck inside of a dead alien's body," I spat, angrily, or at least trying to sound angry.
"That won't happen, I promise."
"What if I don't believe your promises?" I asked, baring my teeth, and turning his face away. "Don't look at me. You have an incredible body, and could almost past for human, but...you aren't. You stand for everything I'm against," I explained, sliding my cock into him. A perfect fit. I was actually sort of surprised. It seemed so right, so good, and yet we had been fighting for such a long time. Clark and I rocked, and fucked, and kissed, and touched each other for hours. It was amazing. I felt great. Afterwards, he lay curled at my side, his face pressed into my chest, arms wrapped around me, and Clark looked up smiling. "You were right, this was fun," I told him, running my fingers through his hair. "Now I'm gonna get up and put the blue Kryptonite away."
"Wait," he called out, grabbing my hand, and pulling me back close to him. "This isn't he same as the regular stuff. It doesn't hurt, just makes me normal. I wanna do the—I wanna try it again, and I want you not to be so nice to me."
"I called you names; I hit you, and—the whole world thinks that I'm trying to kill you. They don't know that I haven't got Kryptonite in my ring; it's the emerald you gave me when we got married. We—I…what do you—how am I supposed to be meaner?"
"I think you should be the one to bring up the sex thing…like a bargaining tool, or something. I would really like for. I would like it if—don't be afraid to be rough with me."
"You want me to hold you down and…" I wasn't even sure how to respond to that. I mean, think about it. I loved him. We had been best friends, lovers, everything to each other for years and—I…loved him. "Clark, I'm not so sure about this anymore." He leaned over and kissed the top of my head.
"Lois says," he started. I didn't have to say the words oh great, here it comes, he knew I was thinking it. "Don't roll your eyes at me. Aw, Lex, come on. You said we could do anything I wanted, and this is my fantasy!" he wined. I took a deep breath, and sighed. "Please Lex, you're not hurting me. It's just pretend. When you first started talking about aliens and meteor freaks, I was terrified 'cuz I didn't know what you would do to me if you found out about my secret, but I was also excited, sort of, because I thought I could maybe change your mind, maybe make you like me again. And I guess the idea built up in my mind for so long that I couldn't stop thinking about—I wanna do it. I want us to act like—you captured Superman, and tried to kill me. Then, we—then I convince you to fuck me as my last request, before I die…or you make me do it with you in exchange for my life."
"So it's a forceful sort of fantasy?' I asked, trying to figure out what he wanted. This was confusing, and terrifying, and exciting. "I just—I'm not a bad guy. I just pretend to be one so you don't spend all your time pulling kitties out of trees and capturing cat burglars."
"I prevented Krypton's most evil villain from destroying the Earth! I saved Airforce-1! I do lots of stuff; you're not the only villain I know. What about Bizzaro and Brainiac?" Even though we were fighting I couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, you have done a lot of things, and you've saved Lois so many times that she probably owes you her Pulitzer, assuming she ever wins one…" So I hugged him, and pushed him down on the bed, kissing his neck, shoulders, chest, nipples, stomach, hips, pelvis, and then his cock.
"Why can't we just use the blue Kryptonite to make you normal so you are able to make love to me without ripping my body apart?" I pushed, lifting my head to look him in the eyes. He made face. "Alright, alright, put the suit back on. We'll start again from the beginning, but um. Maybe we should wait a few minutes, put the rock away for a while, make you okay."
"I'm fine. This doesn't hurt. It would be one thing if we were using regular meteor rocks. Those things hurt me. They make me sick. The blue stuff just makes me normal. And I like being normal. I don't hafta worry about hurting people just from touching them, or people figuring out that I'm from another planet or any of that stuff.
"Okay," I agreed, nodding and kissing his hair. "Take two." I stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, while Clark pulled on his uniform, and sprawled himself out on the bed, trying to look weak, pained, like he was dying. "I can't believe I'm finally going to do it. Lex Luthor will go down in history as the almighty hero who defeated the evil terrorist formerly known as Superman," I crowed.
"Lex, please. Don't do this," he gasped, trying to pull his body up so he could look me in the eyes. I watched as his pathetic, frail body, covered in an eerie glow from the Kryptonite fell back down on my bed.
"You have no right to speak to me in that manner, you disgusting, alien filth! How dare you presume to know me well enough to call me by my first name?" I stormed across the room, and punched him hard in the gut. Superman fell back on my bed. "You disgust me, vile creature," I screamed, lifting him up by the lose fabric of his uniform, near his neck, and spat in his face. "Any last requests?" The alien leaned his head back, turning his face up at me, eyes half opened, face contorted in pain. I dropped him onto the bed, and walked across the room to wipe my hands on a napkin.
"Lex, Mr. Luthor, I love you," he gasped, weakly. I was horrified, disgusted, and—I hated to admit it—a tiny bit turned on. "And I—I'll do whatever you want. Please, just don't, kill me. You'll never forgive yourself. Lex—I'll—do—anything."
"Anything?" I asked, turning away to face the window. I didn't want him to look at me. I didn't want him to see that my pants were suddenly too tight. "Take off the costume," I ordered, turning back around so he could watch me get naked, maybe even scare him a little. The creature obliged, slowly pulling his costume off, and leaving it in a pile on the bed. "Get up on your hands and knees." He tried to turn over, shaking. "Now!" He did it, and I climbed up on the mattress behind him. I grabbed his hips, holding him still, and wrapped my hands around my stiff cock, slamming it inside of him.
He was the most comfortable fuck I'd ever had, all soft, and tight, and pink, a perfect fit. Most of the women, and men I'd dated had been through the process dozens of times. I hadn't slept with a virgin since I was 12. After that, they were all pretty much sluts, even if I wasn't paying them, and I could always tell. With 'Superman,' it was like my first time, only I was good enough at it, and knew enough about sex to appreciate it. I pumped into his tight little ass, over and over, fucking him hard, and slowly all of my rage, and anger, and hatred started to sweat off, melting away almost magically. I came harder than ever before in my life and collapsed on the bed, as his quivering manhood sprayed out an explosion of hot, white liquid. I wrapped my arms around his fragile, body, and pulled him in close to me.
As I looked into his dying eyes, a sudden realization flooded into my brain. "Clark? You…oh my God. No, you can't die. Don't go, shhh, look. I'll put the rock away, and everything is gonna be fine. I've seen you…as soon as you're away from the Kryptonite, your body is fine. It'll be alright. We can be together. We can be happy." He nodded, and I stood up, tossing the rock into a little lead box, and putting it in the closet. Then, I ran back over to the bed and threw my arms around us, and the two of us fell into the sheets, kissing, touching, and rubbing up against each other. I came again, the two of us just messing around like that. Or maybe it was because I was still turned on from the role-playing, fantasy thing.
"I was right, wasn't I? It's amazing Lex, I don't think I've ever seen you so…satisfied." I kissed his moth, over and over and over. "Okay, next time it'll be your turn; we can do whatever you want. Your greatest, best fantasy."
"But this is it, right here," I explained, hugging and holding him as close to me as possible. "I love you, Clark. I like making love to you, fucking you, feeling your lips on my dick, tasting your cum, everything. I mean, of course I used to have this—I used to imagine, when you were in high school, that you would come to me, confess that you were confused, sexually, tell me about the crush you had on me, and beg me to…take your virginity," I whispered, kissing his hair. "But, this is. We can't—we haven't. I already have you. I already took that."
"Well, you know—I could probably go again, but—I dunno. You probably don't wanna do two role-plays in one afternoon. And Lex, I used to dream about you, jack off to you every day. I was just so scared you'd think I was some sort of a pervert," he admitted. I rubbed his back gently, kissing his face, and holding him more tightly. That tends to happen when you grow up in Bumblefuck Kansas; you don't realize that being gay is completely normal, almost everywhere else in the world. It's sort of like being left handed. I would have said all those things, only I'd already told him. I whispered over and over in his ear how sorry I was for what he went through, for his pain, and fear, and confusion.
"I thought I was a freak, and half the guys at my school were fucking in the bathrooms, can't even imagine what it was like in a small town. I'm sorry, Clark. No one should have to go through that. And it's not that I don't want you or can't do it again; I just think…I'm just happy to lay here and hold you until morning. We can do the whole teenage Clark Kent comes out to his older, more worldly friend for a hot make out and fucking session. I'll even tell you exactly how I pictured it so we can do things perfectly. Okay" I asked, gently mussing up his hair. "Can you put the uniform back on? I don't know how to explain it, exactly, but something about that costume—and it's not the spandex—it's just so sexy."
"That's what Lois says, though—I think for her it is the spandex, maybe. Back in Smallville, she used to tell that me she had a thing for guys in uniforms, cops, firefighters, whatever. So maybe I'm just another—at least in her mind—notch on her belt."
"Well that's great for her, but I don't have a thing for uniforms, superheros on the other hand….I don't know. In high school, and junior high, I used to read my comic books over and over and over. They became so engrained in my personality it's only natural that some of the stuff found it's way into part of my sexuality. I just….but I wasn't into the hero's hot girlfriend." Clark wrapped his arms around me, holding my body close to him.
"That's okay," he explained, kissing the top of my head. "I love you, and you did manage to nail the world's biggest, most famous, most loved superhero, and not his girlfriend. He doesn't even have a girlfriend, because I don't want one. I just want you."