Title: Knowing
Author: Keikokin
Rating: NC-17, PWP, Ficlet, One shot
Beta: Twinsarein (the brave! thank you!)
Word Count: 767
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Written for the CLFF Wave, prompt : My Alien Body Made Me Do It.
Disclaimer: This is the DC Universe, not mine. These characters are not mine.
Smallville is property of DC Comics and the CW, not mine. No maliciousness
intended. Just for fun.
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I know now.

I had to know.

He had no choice but to tell me.

I watch his alien skin shine in our sun, and I wonder at the powers I could have
had and try to remember we're friends.

I had to know, because it came down to life or death.

Life, if I chose to belong to him.

Death, if I didn't.

All because of some simple alien marker the Kryptonite put in me. Out of all the
mutants, I am compatible because I can heal quickly enough for the damage he'll
do to me. I can even recover from pregnancy as long as alien boy has the right
tools for that sort of thing.

He had to tell me.

I thought he'd claw out of his skin, not only his clothes, when the blood inside
him changed with his maturation into his alien body. Finally, there he stood,
fresh from college and dripping clothes all over my marble floor.

Now, I continue to watch his skin glow under the sun that pours through my
office windows. His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel as powerless as any maid in
a vampire movie. A small part of me wants to scream and run, this body is that
of an alien.

But oh, take me to your leader if that's the case. Strong rounded, muscled
shoulders, tendons flexing and shimmering in the sun leading down to a chest
made for kissing. A trim waist screaming of power connected to long, lean legs.
Let me salute the alien genes that made this.

His cock is weeping on my marble floor. Suddenly, more parched than I ever
remember being, I find myself on my knees at his service. My eager lips wrap
around his velvety girth, sucking and pulling. He moans in joy. Garbled words
flow from his grateful lips, but it might be an alien language too, and the
thought excites me. My own cock strains against my pants for release.

Clark suddenly stops and sniffs the air. My pants are ripped from my body, and
let me tell you - that hurts. Soon I don't care. Clark is on me, all over me,
he's in a rush and there's a hint of speed blurring his body as he kisses me all
over, licks me all over and then bites his way to my cock.

This passage is so difficult for him and I can see Clark's eyes widen with
desire, confusion, and that oh so alien gold color in them. It's as if he's
watching the slut show of Lex Luthor go on and can't stop watching or exactly
believe that it's happening. And thinking that makes me even harder and I moan
in pain.

I need release.

Clark just needs. I don't know if it's just me he needs. But I can hope so,
especially given the evidence of him simply stripping down, dripping jizz
everywhere and sucking me off. My skin is so sensitive now, I can barely stand
it when he flips me over and cradles me, entering while wrapping a hand around
my cock and pulling me back into his lap. I don't think Clark has ever done this
before and indeed there's a slight hesitation before he moans as I slide down
his length even further. I'm relaxing now. This is the most amazing fuck of my
life. I love how fast he can move every single part of his body.

He's muttering again and biting my neck possessively. Fast healing or not, that
will leave a mark. Then he places a hand over my heart, and I yelp as I feel a
burn searing into my chest then his breath over it, like a winter wind. It cools
my flesh and I look down to see a miniature of the odd burn scar Clark had on
his chest. There's no way I'm going to ask him about it now with his cock going
like a jackhammer into my ass.

I need to breathe.

I gasp.

I pant.

I scream.

I white out in bliss as I orgasm, again and again.

Whatever is going on with Clark, I'm not averse to reaping the benefits of
having my brains fucked out. At least he admitted to me that he's an alien, even
if it's with his body more than his words. I'm not an idiot.

Even if it was only this once because his alien body made him do it. That's okay
too. Though by the way he's acting, this is a lifelong mating process, if the
bird-like cooing is any indicator.

And you know what, Mr. Kent?

He's mine. You can't have him back. I win.