Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2008 02:12:20 +0000
From: anne nana <ann_anana@hotmail.com>
Subject: In Their World                       (celebrity/relationships)

Disclaimer:

This story is purely fantasy and is a work of fiction. It is not an
implication of the sexual orientation of any of the characters whether
fictional or real. It pairs Clark Kent (Superman) and Alexander Luthor,
characters which are trademarks and copyright of DC comics.

The characters: Batman, Bruce Wayne, Superman, Alexander Luthor and members
of the (Justice) League are characters which are trademarks and copyright
of DC comics.

This story contains homosexual themes. If you are offended by such topics
or not of legal age to read such stories, please do not read on. The names
of characters and their engagements are fictitious. Any resemblances to
real life are completely coincidental.

Copyright (c) Anne 2008.  All rights reserved.


IN THEIR WORLD


Chapter 1


Calming himself as he landed outside the door Clark entered the apartment
and shut the door loudly behind him. Looking through the walls he could see
Alex looking through papers at the bedroom desk; pretending to ignore
him. Clenching the burnt half of his suit in his right hand Clark rushed
into the bedroom.

"You went too far!" Clark, who had been trying to reign in his temper, was
surprised to find that his left hand had gotten around Alex's neck so
quickly. He wasn't, however, surprised to see that despite the late hour,
being strangled and hanging a good three feet in the air Alex was
unaffected. If anything he seemed annoyed at being interrupted from his
work.


"Even you're not that obtuse" Alex said calmly, meeting Clark's gaze. "You
knew I wouldn't sit back and do nothing." Despite looking into the eyes
opposite him Alex couldn't help but be aware of the fact that Clark was
only wearing half of his suit, he was still holding the other half in the
hand that wasn't occupied with strangling him, in mid-air. The suit that
wasn't burnt covered Clark's lower half, just below his navel. At this
angle and with one arm raised, Alex could understand Clark came to be
renowned as the man of steel. Although he would never come to like the red,
blue and yellow concoction that was Clark's "hero" outfit, Alex had to
admit that it highlighted his body perfectly.


"I told you there was no way around it." Clark said lowering both of them,
until they were on the bedroom carpet.  "This" he turned around to show
Alex the bandages on his back and holding up the remnants of his suit "is
bullshit!" he finished and turned back around.


"Oh, how the mighty have fallen and with profanity no less. Tsk tsk," Alex
countered.


"It wasn't fair" Clark said, as evenly as he could muster under the
circumstances. Breathing slowly, he dropped the suit in his hand on the
desk chair.


"Nay" In his mind Alex could never go too far where Clark was
concerned. "In love and war all is fair."

"Alex..." Clark stopped because the person holding that name was stroking
the back of his neck. Like many times before Clark wished he could be
normal, just like everybody else, and then he wouldn't have to experience
such pain. If he had been an ordinary human, Alex would have left him
alone. So he was left standing in their bedroom, with his hands at his
sides to stop himself from ripping out his hair. But despite everything he
had been through, he was glad to be home and to have Alex hold him again.


Three days ago Clark had called to say that he'd have to miss their
anniversary dinner. He had called just after noon. By four o' clock a fire
was burning furiously in Metropolis. Clark had realized too late that he
wouldn't be able to put it out. Thankfully, he wasn't the only one with
enhanced abilities and others from The League were quick to extinguish the
flames. Damage had been done to parts of the city and of course to
Clark. Before blacking out he remembered feeling that he was getting too
close to the flames, not realizing that his powers were waning. Clark woke
up twenty-four hours later bandaged, the damage wouldn't last. Bruce's help
and Clark's own personal doctor had gotten him healed soon enough to help
put the city back together, where possible. Clark only knew one person who
was capable of causing such a stir that quickly, even if he couldn't prove
it.


"There were no deaths" Clark said leaning down and falling into the
embrace, surrounding his larger frame around Alex. "You were lucky this
time."


They both knew that he wasn't going to concede or apologize.


"Or maybe you're just getting better." Alex started to run his hands up and
down the back he was holding, abandoning the bandaged areas for the time
being. He noted the smell of sweat and charcoal emanating from Clark and
basked in it.


"Have you eaten?"


"Yeah, I'm good." Clark could feel Alex start to pull away, realizing the
direction that the conversation would take.


"Do I even need to ask where?" Alex felt his anger rise again as an image
of a bat masked billionaire flashed in his mind.


"You can Alex; I'm not the one with secrets." Clark still couldn't
understand it. He was the one with the secret identity, the curse of power
and preponderate responsibility. Alex knew everything about him but he
never gave himself to others easily.


"I better get to sleep." It was past one in the morning therefore Alex's
tiredness was understandable. Truthfully though, he had to turn away from
Cark. Other people had called him Alex but none of them had ever affected
him the way Clark did.


"I have spent a day recovering from your mess and hours cleaning it up and
I have work tomorrow. You owe me." Clark spoke in mock sterness as he
pushed Alex towards the bed and then added his own body to the soft space.


"You wouldn't have been doing that if you had been here." Alex said
casually as he massaged the thighs that were on either side of his body.


"I don't understand why and how you never seem to be affected by what you
do." Clark's voice was muffled as he began to remove the shirt, pants and
briefs from Alex's reclining body.


"Meh."


"I'm sorry I wasn't here." Clark said earnestly stopping his ministration
and looking down into Alex's eyes.


Alex began to feel cornered as he always did when those blue-greens were on
him. He needed to be away from those eyes. Clark's were always honest and
trusting and Alex felt like punching him right then. Clark. The one person
he couldn't conquer and the one he couldn't live without; even if Alex had
to kill him to prove that fact.  He shut his eyes then opened them and let
out a quiet sigh.


"Just once, be here. Put me first and the world second for just one day."
Alex said, trying to keep an even voice, trying not to plead. They looked
away from one another then, because that wish would never happen. For all
his weakness when it came to Alex, Clark knew his responsibility to others.


"My life would be much easier if you just died you know." Alex spoke up
again, breaking the silence.


"Is that so?" His body fully on Alex, Clark moved his mouth closer to the
one beneath him. Clark felt the temperature around Alex rise and heard his
heart beating faster. It should have been funny that in order to get a peek
into Alex's feelings you had to be superhuman. His hands trailed along
Alex's cheeks which were now lightly stubbled, he moved his mouth closer
and kissed the area. Then moved his lips to Alex's forehead and the tip of
his nose, saving the best part for last Clark looked into the deep brown
eyes before him, smirked, then bit Alex's jaw.


"You.." Before Alex could say fucker his mouth was covered by another; a
firm and warm set of lips that would have brought him to his knees if he
wasn't lying down. Alex's erection had been growing since Clark had
physically raised him off the ground and it had reached its fully engorged
state. Clark began to show his appreciation of this new state by moving
against it with his own hard cock and deepened the kiss with his tongue.


Whilst one of Clark's hands left Alex's face the other moved down to his
chest. It began caressing a hard pectoral and teasing a nipple to standing
point. Alex found that his moans were audible when Clark removed his mouth
from his and started to kiss his way down Alex's chest.


Clark licked at the absurdly hard torso in front of him. He didn't know
when Alex found the time to work out but appreciated the fruits of his
labour. He nudged the erection that was now standing firmly with his nose
and moved around it. Then he moved further down to bite a set of glorious
thighs, `this man is...god he's beautiful,' Clark thought.


Alex hated that he cared when Clark missed their anniversary, he did
however, always enjoy being at the receiving end of his apologetic
efforts. Then he found he couldn't think at all as a pair of lips attempted
to remove all the sperm from his body. He couldn't stop the gasp that left
his mouth or the hands that reached down to clutch at Clark's
shoulders. Alex's nails slowly dug into the flesh as he felt the hot mouth
around his erection increase its efforts, swallowing all of his length.


When he finally came it was with a loud groan and he noted that he wasn't
the only one making noise. With or without meaning to Alex had buried his
fingers so deep into Clark's muscled shoulders that he had drawn blood;
hence Clark's groan.


"Don't you think you've done enough damage?" the wounded Clark asked,
walking into the bathroom. Trying to get his breath back Alex smirked when
he noticed that Clark was now completely naked. He still couldn't figure
out how he could multi-task and still give earth shattering head. As always
he enjoyed a naked Clark walking away as much as he did when that figure
was walking towards him. `A smile and a hard on, that's all he needs,' Alex
thought.


When he stopped staring Alex realized that a wrapped box had been put on
the bed, he frowned when he felt the bed shift towards the weight of the
present. It wouldn't budge when Alex tried to shift it.

"Aww, mass chemical ammunition, you shouldn't have" Teasing to hide his
happiness. Not at the present, rather that Clark wanted to give him one.


"Open it." Clark visibly blushed, running his hand through his hair to keep
himself from opening the gift. He watched the man next to him beneath his
lashes, putting all his senses on alert, in an attempt at detecting Alex's
feelings. To say that the present had taken him forever to find and
retrieve was an understatement. It was never easy finding the perfect gift
each year.


After removing the wrapping Alex found the cause of the object's great
weight. It was one of the world's heaviest metals, formed into a
cube. `This is what he does with his strength' Alex thought, still
incredulous at the mechanics of Clark's mind. His small smile was soon gone
when he peaked into the centre of the heavy metal haven.


"Oh .." was all that Alex could utter, unable to tear his eyes away. His
mouth remained slightly open from the surprise. `This is what I hate' Alex
reminisced. He still couldn't believe that someone who knew him so well
still tried to make him happy? The gift was perfect.

To all those who weren't Clark, Alex looked as if he was in serious thought
or just in a bad mood. `He likes it!' Clark thought, letting out a small
sigh of relief.

"Get over yourself," Alex said as if reading his thoughts. He still hadn't
stopped looking at the object, now understanding why Clark had made it so
heavy. Alex hoped that that wasn't the only hindrance Clark had implemented
in order to reach and remove the gift, as he could easily get around the
issue.  A devilish look entered his eyes before he asked "Can you take it
out?"


"No."


"You should trust me. If you take it out I promise not to do anything with
it," Alex said. He knew that his mouth saying what his mind would never
agree to.

Whilst Clark loved him, he wasn't blind to what havoc Alex would wreak with
the gift if he could. Later when Alex would find a way around the
weightiness of the object in order to remove the present within it, he'd
discover the other preventions Clark implanted.

"I'm sorry for not being here. Happy anniversary." Clark leaned in and held
Alex's face, running his hands through the rich chestnut hair and bringing
that mouth to his lips.


"Thank you." Alex was leaning into the kiss when he realized that although
wonderful, the gift was now in the way. "This needs to be moved." To which
Clark obliged by lifting up the object single handed, as if it was an
obstructive feather.


Clark got back into bed with him, "Now, for my present."


"You already got it." Alex said, reminding Clark of the "Fortnight of
Peace"agreement, he had engineered.


"No, I mean sex." Clark said as seriously as he could, still high from
Alex's reaction.


"My mistake" Alex rolled his eyes, but began to move himself onto Clark as
he pushed his body into the mattress.


"Not on my back."


"Right, of course."


Clark was no longer surprised that Alex was annoyingly casual about his
injuries, even when Alex had caused them. Pushing his weight forward, Clark
imposed himself onto the body opposite him.

Alex soon found himself immobile. Both of his wrists were caught in one of
Clark's hands. Despite his efforts at kicking him, Alex found that Clark
wasn't budging, in fact he looked amused.


"Take a picture alien boy, it'll last you longer."


Pretending to be shocked, Clark retaliated by inflicting soft bites at his
neck. "Oh" came out as a gasped utterance as Alex felt himself being
manually prepared by a set of dexterous digits and large amounts of lube.

"You were saying." Clark prompted, paying attention to Alex's nipples yet
again. Sheathed and probing at his entrance Clark looked down into Alex's
eyes to find his gaze returned.


"Hello."


"I can't believe you started a fire because of me. I was seriously hurt."
Clark said as he pushed forward, meeting a tightness that made him grit his
teeth as a route to stopping himself from cumming too soon.


"You constantly underestimate me" Alex responded, his breath hitching.


"You..." `the one person that makes me hate myself and someone whom I can't
walk away from, despite numerous attempts.' "Are unbelievable," Clark
finished audibly, after making room for his thoughts.


"Would it surprise you to know that you're not the first person to tell me
that?" Alex replied, pushing himself back against the hard and persistent
body on top of him.


`Kryptonite fire' Clark thought. As the flames had engulfed him, his life
flashed before his eyes for what seemed like the billionth time. Like
always the majority of the images were consumed by one person. Alexander
Luthor. As he began to move inside him and kiss the lips of that man, Clark
felt truly invincible for the first time. He knew what would end him and
what made him feel alive.


Alex found his tongue pushing itself further into Clark's mouth, hungry for
everything this man had to give, thankful that he was the one chosen to
receive it. However, he couldn't stop his hands from reaching up to clutch
at Clark's back, opening up the wounds that had started healing. Grimacing
when he was grabbed too roughly, Clark pushed himself further into him as
punishment. `I don't deserve such happiness' Alex thought and he was right.



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