Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 18:07:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Elaine Dalton <cellodiva2003@yahoo.com> Subject: Mend this Rift Pairing: Lionel/Lex Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: The characters in this story are trademarks and copyrighted by DC comics and The WB. Warning: This story deals with incestuous themes specifically m/m sex between a father and son. Feedback: Cellodiva2003@yahoo.com He's lied to me about his blindness. Pitted my brother Lucas against me. Kicked me out of my own home. And now he stands there smugly asking me how he can mend this rift between us. I watch my father, the great Lionel Luthor saunter over to the set of leather chairs across from my desk and gracefully take a seat. He waits because he knows I'll come. And I do. I get up slowly and join him taking a seat opposite him. A glass coffee table separates us. "I was thinking of giving Lexcorp back", he says. His voice dripping with honey as he speaks. "Is that the best offer you can make?", I ask.. I'm afraid to think where I'm heading with this. He smiles at me. It's a Luthor smile. The one I've learned from him. The one that can charm the rattles off a snake. He's circling me now even in his stillness. I've learned that from him too. We both are circling. It's not like we haven't been down this road before but you see it's a game we play and games are all we have. "All right Lex. What is it you require to bring this incident to a close." "I'd like to sleep on it and give you an answer in the morning." I reply. I lean forward in my chair. Hands steepled under my chin. Elbows resting on my knees. I am too much like him. A sigh escapes his lips. After a moment of contemplation he concedes. "Alright Lex. Let's retire for the evening and discuss this in the morning." He rises in one fluid motion from his chair and heads for the door. "You are going to join me Lex.", he says over his shoulder. It's not a question but a statement. Now I sigh because no matter how often I win at this game, he is still in control. I follow him up the stairs and to my bedroom. I shouldn't let him get off this easy. I smile at that thought. No pun was intended. He's already undressing. His eyes haven't left me and I suddenly feel self-conscious as I unbutton my shirt and let it drop to the floor. Before I can undo my trousers he steps close to me. He is magnificent. Strong muscular forearms that one wouldn't expect wrap themselves around my waist. The warmth of his touch starts me trembling. "Am I forgiven?", he whispers in my ear. And I bury my head in his shoulder a whisper my answer against his shoulder. We move together towards my bed. He is placing soft wet kisses against my forehead, face and neck. We stumble onto the bed with him on top of me. His flesh is pressing against my silk gray pants and I struggle to reach between us and undo my belt buckle. He stills my hand and whispers against my lips "Allow me." I sometimes wonder if Lionel antagonizes me to bring us to this end result. After the first time when I was sixteen it seems all our major battles end this way. My train of thought is interrupted by the feel on Lionel's hand inside my boxer briefs. He is massaging my cock with one hand while coaxing me to raise my hips with the other so he can free me from the constraints of my clothing. I comply and am rewarded with the feel of flesh against flesh. I look into those steely eyes that hold me hostage in their gaze. It's moments like this I'd forgive this man anything. "Lex", he moans. He leans down and kisses me deeply and I return the kiss. His breathing is ragged and I know he is close to the edge of ecstasy. I wiggle underneath him and role over to get lube and condoms out of my bed stand. Before I can turn over again he pins me face down reaching out and taking my supplies out of my hand. For a brief moment I lose contact with him while he sheaths himself and places the slick oil on. Then I feel his entire body pressing down on me. His mouth is near my ear and he's saying words I can't make out. I feel his mane brushing my scalp and I begin to rub myself against the mattress matching his rhythm against me. His cock is hard against the cleft of my buttocks and I writhe beneath him wanting him to enter me because now I am as close to orgasm as he is. "Forgive me", he says and he enters me. I'm not sure which act he wants to be forgiven for. This one or his earlier transgression. Either way I have absolved him long before we reached this place. I moan his name over and over as he pounds into me. "Lionel...Lionel.... Lionel ....please" Lionel pulls my hips up until I'm on bended knees with my ass spread before him. His rhythm is controlled and I reach down between my legs and jerk myself off to the pace he's set. My father pulls me all the way up till I'm leaning back against him. His hands are everywhere, touching and claiming. Without warning I'm coming and crying because it's ending to soon. He comforts me and tells me he's sorry once again as he comes. I can feel the warm liquid even within the condom. He falls forward on top of me and kisses the side of my face and ear. I turn my head to capture his lips and we kiss awkwardly for a brief moment. After I lay in his arms and ask him what I've been wondering all night. "Dad" "Yes Lex" "If you had to kill one of us, would you really have killed Lucas?" "Yes Lex" "Why?" Lionel sighs. "Go to sleep Lex", he commands wearily. "We'll talk about this in the morning." I know when I wake he won't be here. I'll forgive him that too.