Smallville Fan Fiction ❯ Questions, With Electricity ❯ Questions, With Electricity ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Questions, With Electricity

Author: roguebitch (cassandra.phoenix@gmail.com)

Words: 2,154

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Games on a stormy night.

Archive: Yes, just let me know.

Feedback: Makes the writing engine to go.

Inspired by: I think it was a story by <lj user=”x_parrot”>, wherein Clark tells his parents, with naive shock, that Lex was being tortured for information about him. Lex was being asked "questions, with electricity". And lo, a plot bunny was born!

If it weren't for my betas, I'd commit unforgivable badfic. In this case, <lj-user=”danceswithgary”> undertook the task to protect fandom. And I am grateful. You should be, too.

 

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It was a dark and stormy night.

 

An electrical storm lowered over Smallville, creating power outages throughout the county. Even Luthor Mansion's backup generator had failed, leaving its stony passages and cavernous rooms in total, silent darkness. The French doors that led from the study to the balcony were opened wide, to catch the slightest breeze - if there were any to catch. The oppressive heat weighed heavy as an anvil, unrelieved by any movement of the air.

 

A violet-white fork of lightning split the gloom, briefly illuminating the room with strange colors as its light passed through the stained glass windows.

 

"One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three…"

 

"Clark, what are you doing?"

 

"Figuring out how close the center of the storm is. Quiet. One thousand six, one thousand seven, one thousand eight -" An enormously loud crack of thunder shook the windows in their heavy wooden frames. "Wow. Still pretty far away."

 

"The storm isn't moving any time soon." Lex's voice answered Clark's from the darkness. "We could be like this for a while."

 

Silence fell. Sullen rumblings of thunder punctuated it.

 

"It's so quiet when the power's off." observed Clark.

 

Another flash of lightning freeze-framed the room and its occupants. Clark lay atop Lex on the couch, entwined, his tousled head resting on the other man's chest. Pieces of clothing were scattered around the study. Both were nude.

 

"We can change that," stated Lex.

 

"How?" Lex felt Clark's mouth move against his skin as he spoke.

 

"Let's play a game. It's called Questions. You can only use questions to answer another question."

 

Clark lifted his head and Lex could almost see him grinning. "When do we start?"

 

"Well done." Lex replied. "Kiss me?"

 

Lex felt Clark rearrange his legs to lean up over him. He felt the warmth of Clark's body track across his skin. When Clark murmured against his lips, "Soft or hard?" there was no question as to which Lex was as he opened his mouth to Clark's demanding tongue. Lex felt himself surge under Clark's golden body, all points of contact seared him with heat: lips, cocks, and legs.

 

The kiss started out slow and gentle, thorough as only Clark could be, making sure no part of Lex's mouth was left unattended to. When Clark disengaged, Lex was slightly addled with oxygen deprivation. He barely heard Clark's "Like that?" when his mouth was savagely overtaken and rudely explored with thrusts and bites.

 

"Or like that?"

 

"What else can you do with that mouth?" Lex gasped.

 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Clark teased.

 

"Wouldn't I just?" Lex agreed.

 

"How about if I…?" Clark trailed a moist tongue-tip down the side of Lex's neck, raising gooseflesh even as Lex melted with the heat it created. Sharp teeth nipped at the delicate skin over Lex's collarbone. Lex held onto Clark's hips for dear life as his golden boy took his sweet time driving Lex mad with his mouth.

 

Not for Clark were the conventional stops of nipples or navel. Lex had discovered that Clark was a sensualist. He delighted in exploring every nuance of Lex's body. Tonight, he stroked a smooth cheek along the flat planes of Lex's pectorals, exhaling cool air gently over Lex's heated skin. Lex's hands slid up and gripped Clark's shoulders and he felt Clark smile against his sensitized skin as he moved restlessly beneath gently restraining weight. Clark slowed, leaving open-mouthed kisses all down Lex's chest.

 

"Are you going to suck my cock?" Lex queried breathlessly.

 

Clark stopped, seemed to be thinking. As he did so, he contemplatively moved the tip of his nose in small circles on Lex's belly.

 

"If I do, will you promise to fuck me?" A flicker of light illuminated Clark's face briefly, revealing dark messy hair, eyes wide and dark with predatory desire, flushed cheeks, and kissable lips.

 

"How can I fuck you if you make me come?" asked Lex, savoring the afterimage of Clark that the lightning had burned into his retinas.

 

"Who said I was going to let you come?" Clark shifted downward and Lex could feel the ends of Clark's hair tickling his hipbones, lightly brushing his cock.

 

"Oh, so that's how you're going to play it, is it?" Lex's taunt trailed off into a hiss of indrawn breath as he felt Clark's mouth engulf the length of his cock.

 

The darkness was so complete that Lex was unable to enjoy his usual treat, watching Clark's head as it bobbed up and down, with the occasional glint of sea-colored eye through inky hair as Clark glanced up to gauge his effect. Lex's imagination would have to do for now.

 

Fortunately, Lex's imagination was very fertile. In addition, he could concentrate on the sounds, the feel, as Clark enthusiastically went down on him.

 

Clark gave sloppy blowjobs. In any other instance, Lex might have disdained further attention from such an unskilled lover, but there was something about Clark's inexperienced zeal for the act that totally satisfied Lex. Maybe it was because Clark wasn't concerned about appearing experienced for Lex. He wasn't, so why pretend? He had nothing to prove, and thus proved quite a lot to Lex.

 

All this flashed through Lex's mind as he reveled in the wet sounds of Clark's mouth on his cock, the drowning sense of pleasure he got from being in Clark's mouth. His hips moved to follow it and he tried to fist Clark's hair, but Clark pinned his wrists to the couch. Lex found it harder and harder to bite back his moans, gasping hoarsely through his clenched teeth.

 

Suddenly, Lex thrust into air. Clark's mouth had vanished off his cock, although his wrists were still held firmly.

 

"Are you ready to fuck me now?" Clark's amused voice came out of the darkness.

 

"Are you ready to be?" Lex gasped.

 

He felt Clark's withdrawal from between his legs, the shift of the couch cushions as Clark gave Lex room to move.

 

"How do you want me?"

 

"Oh, I think on your stomach is best right now, wouldn't you agree?" Lex waited for Clark to settle himself. "Are you ready?"

 

Lex reached out a hand in the dark and encountered a muscular buttock. He stroked his thumb along the crack, feeling Clark shiver and moan at his touch.

 

Another flash of lightning, this one followed closely by a colossal boom of thunder, revealed the gorgeous sight of Clark offering himself to Lex. The taut curve of his back and neck, dimples just above his lush ass, the shadow of his balls hanging between muscular thighs splayed for balance, and leading to shapely calves and feet more beautiful than any man had a right to.

 

'Acres and acres, and all of it mine,' Lex gloated.

 

Lex leaned forward and flicked his tongue across the furrow of Clark's ass. Clark jerked and gasped. Lex's tongue flickered downward until it encountered the puckered muscle of Clark's anus. Moving closer, Lex spiraled his tongue around this opening and reached between Clark's legs to his rigid cock.

 

Clark was holding himself so still that he quivered with tension. Lex could hear him panting, but when the point of his tongue slipped inside Clark's anus just as his hand grasped Clark's cock, Clark shouted and thrust himself into Lex's hand.

 

Lex gripped Clark's ass cheek with one hand, Clark's cock in the other, and wriggled his tongue further into Clark's ass. He savored the primal taste, rank and somehow oily, and unlike any he'd experienced.

 

"Lex, Lex," Clark stammered. "Please. Please?"

 

Lex withdrew his tongue and placed a kiss on the throbbing orifice. "Please what?" he murmured.

 

"Do you want me to beg?" Clark panted.

 

"Do you think I don't know what you want?" returned Lex.

 

"Please?" Clark's voice had gone meek and desperate. "Please fuck me now?"

 

"Do you want lube this time?"

 

"Can you just use spit?"

 

In answer, Lex again attended to Clark's anus, this time in a more businesslike fashion. He drenched the crack with saliva, and then rose above Clark in the darkness, positioning the head of his cock at Clark's hole. As he rotated it around the opening, smearing precome into the mix, lightning flickered again.

 

"Clark, start counting, all right?"

 

"Wh-what?"

 

"Do you want me to fuck you or not?"

 

"Yes, please?"

 

"I don't think you want me to stop because you can't do as I say, do you?"

 

Lex felt Clark's body vibrate and envisioned Clark shaking his head vigorously.

 

Another flickering strobe of lightning, and Clark started counting. "One thousand one, one thousand -" a hitch as Lex pushed the head of his cock past the first tightness of Clark's opening, "- two, one thousand three, one thousand four, one…" a shudder as Lex got further in, and thunder boomed outside as Lex fully seated himself inside Clark.

 

Lex was buried to his hipbones in Clark's ass, feeling the heated walls tight around his cock. In the dark, Lex reached up and stroked Clark's head.

 

Lightning struck again and Clark counted off as Lex eased himself out a bit. The thunder followed more quickly this time and Lex smoothly slid back into Clark, who thrust himself onto Lex's cock, hard.

 

" - thousand two -" Lex double-timed his thrusts into Clark, loving how Clark was gamely trying to count, how he kept losing track. Lex could tell whenever his cock slid over the smooth bump of Clark's prostate because that's when Clark's voice stalled and he pushed backward. Lex held onto Clark's hips and let the head of his cock dance across that tiny spot. The lightning flickered like a guttering candle, and Clark could no longer count at all. His head turned to look at Lex, and Lex could see the intensity in the gaze, rendered weirdly violet-white in the electric light. The muscles of Clark's back flexed as he speared himself repeatedly on Lex's cock, his lips parted, sweat matting the hair in his eyes. Lex pulled him back and back, feeling his balls pull up tight, tighter, stared into Clark's eyes until he felt the ripple, the stutter and staccato movement that meant Clark was on the verge of orgasm.

 

"Do you want to come?" Lex ground out, barely understanding his own words. In the fast-flickering light, Clark nodded, mouth open, licking sweaty lips.

 

"Please?" Clark gasped.

 

In answer, Lex thrust harder, deeper, reached around Clark's hip and gripped Clark's cock in his hand again. In time to his own movements, Lex pumped Clark, lying across Clark's bowed back, hips striking Clark's ass cheeks repeatedly.

 

He felt Clark follow him, faster, until Clark briefly froze. Lex felt Clark's walls push down, entrapping his cock almost painfully. Then Clark cried out into an immense clap of thunder and came, hot fluid pulsing across Lex's hand and onto the leather couch cushions.

 

Lex was lost in the feeling of Clark's orgasm from the inside, the intense tight heat, and when he felt Clark's come across his fingers, he lost control completely. He came, fucking Clark's ass with a violence that should have scared him, but instead felt just right. He bared his teeth to the night, snarling, as his cock flared and emptied into Clark.

 

Finally, Lex slid slowly to a stop in Clark's slick channel.

 

For a moment, there was darkness and silence, save for the sound of lungs working to bring oxygen to over-exerted bodies. Then Clark's voice, wonderingly, "Is that rain?"

 

Lex raised his head off Clark's back. The sound of a downpour splashed on the balcony and the air coming through the French doors had cooled. Lex gently pulled himself from Clark and stood, holding out his hand.

 

"Want to see?" Lex asked. In answer, Clark got up and walked with Lex onto the balcony. The rain was cool, and ambient light showed that power was returning to Smallville. Lex looked over at Clark. He had his face raised and his eyes closed as the torrential downpour drenched him. Clark opened his eyes and gave Lex a heart-stoppingly sweet smile.

 

"It was good, wasn't it?" Clark asked, above the downpour. Raindrops spangled his eyelashes.

 

Lex moved close and kissed Clark, tasting the rainwater on his lips. "Aren't you always good, Clark?" He turned to watch the rainfall as Clark held his hand.