Drunken Nights
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,667
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Drunken Nights
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters or settings. I just like playing with them. I am not profiting from this story.
Title: Drunken Nights
Pairings: Lex Luthor/Clark Kent
Summary: Lex receives a drunken phone call that brings out the good and the bad.
Warnings: M/M, H/C-Hurt/Comfort, N/C-Non Consensual
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Drunken Nights
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Lex woke with a start. What the hell is that noise? He scanned the room trying to locate the source of the offensive sound through his sleep-fogged mind. Oh…duh. Lex reached for his cell phone. His reach brought his eyes in contact with the clock on his bedside. 1:03 am. Who in their right mind would be calling me at this hour?
Lex flipped open the cell phone and brought it to his ear, answering with a sleep driven hello.
“Lex, hi! What’s up?”
Lex almost dropped the phone. “Clark? Why are you calling at one in the morning? Are you okay?”
There was a small pause before Clark spoke. Lex could hear the thumpa-thumpa of the loud music in the background.
“Well…I’m at this killer party, but I can’t go home because…because I’m kinda drunk.” Lex swore he could feel Clark’s blush.
“Would you like me to come get you?” Lex asked.
“Please Lex, please,” Clark begged. Good lord, how I’d love to have him beg me in a different way.
“Sure, no problem. I need to know where you are.”
Clark paused again before answering. “Well, I ummm…I don’t really know where I am. I think I’m in Grandville…maybe. I forget.” Clark was very confused.
“Okay, just stay where you are,” Lex said, rushing to find some clothes. “And Clark, don’t drink anymore.”
“Okay. Bye Lexy!” Clark said before hanging up. Lex froze.
Did he just call me ‘Lexy?’
~*~
About an hour later Lex pulled up to an old warehouse. He parked his Mustang and hopped out, heading to the door. Lex pushed past a crowd of drunken teenagers outside the door. As he entered the building he tripped over something. His eyes adjusted to the near darkness, seeing that he had tripped over a leg. His gaze traveled up the person’s body, discovering that it was a guy, and he was sucking off another.
What kind of party is this? After that display I really don’t need to be asking that question. My god Clark, what have you gotten yourself into? Lex continued on his search for Clark.
A sudden shout caught his attention. That familiar voice increased his fears. Clark!
“No, stop! Please stop!”
Lex hurried toward the frantic cry. A horrid site stopped him in his tracks.
Clark.
Clark was being held down by four men, flat on his back. He had a cut below his left nipple and one on his hip. Clark was struggling against his restrains, sobbing, groaning in pain. A fifth man stood between Clark’s legs, two fingers inside him thrusting hard and fast. The other hand was stroking Clark’s cock roughly. A sixth man was at Clark’s head, stroking himself over Clark’s face.
“No, stop, please. No, sto--“ Clark was cut off when the man shoved his cock into Clark’s mouth. Clark gagged, trying to breath through his nose.
“Bite and I’ll kill you,” the man said, grabbing Clark by the hair and thrusting deeper into his mouth. The man’s free hand wrapped around Clark’s throat, straggling him. Clark passed out from the lack of oxygen. Lex could see the wet remains of Clark’s tears on his cheeks.
Lex saw red.
Forcing himself out of his shocked state, Lex raced over to Clark. Lex grabbed the man at Clark’s feet, throwing him backwards. Lex jumped on the disoriented man, punching anything he could reach, running back to Clark’s side when he was sure the man was knocked out. The others had fled, not wanting a fight.
Lex dropped to his knees beside Clark. He was breathing and conscious, breathing heavily.
“Lex,” Clark gasped.
“Shhh, I’m here,” Lex said quietly, moving to pull Clark’s pants up, gently tucking him in. Clark groaned in pain. Lex noticed that Clark’s cock was red, almost purple, and bruised. Oh god, they’ll die for this.
Lex pulled Clark to his feet, struggling under his large frame, and guided the shaking teenager to his Mustang, helping Clark with the seatbelt.
The drive was silent. Dead silent, just the rumble of the engine. About halfway to the Kent farm Clark spoke.
“Lex, gonna be sick.”
Lex pulled the car off the road and Clark stumbled out, dropping on all four, vomiting. Scrambling out of the car after him, Lex knelt next to Clark, rubbing his back. Clark finally stopped his heaving. He sat back, drawing his legs to his chest. His head rested on his knees.
“Clark, are you okay?”
Clark shook his head and started to sob. Lex moved to hold Clark, cradling him.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here,” he whispered. Lex held him until he calmed. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
“No one is home. They’re in Metropolis. I don’t wanna be alone. Please don’t leave me,” Clark pleaded, crying softly.
“I’d never leave you. C’mon, you can stay at the mansion with me,” Lex said, pulling Clark to him again.
“Thanks Lex,” Clark mumbled into Lex’s neck.
Lex moaned inwardly. Damn this innocent boy. What he does to me…
~*~
Lex pulled up to the mansion’s front doors, shutting off the car. He drug a passed out Clark to his bedroom, laying him on the bed. Stripping Clark down to his T-shirt and boxers, Lex tucked Clark under the blankets. Lex looked longingly at Clark’s peaceful face, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Good night beautiful. I love you Clark.
After Lex himself had stripped to his T-shirt and boxers, he settled himself into a chair at the bedside. Flicking off the lights, Lex slipped into sleep quickly.
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Clark woke gradually, but sensing his unfamiliar surroundings, he sat up quickly, fully awake. The mansion. What am I doing here--oh…right. Clark looked around the room, then with a note of surprise he noticed Lex sleeping in an uncomfortable looking chair.
“Lex.”
There was no response.
“Lex,” he tried a little louder. Lex bolted upright.
“What? What’s wrong Clark? Are you okay?” Lex asked franticly.
“Yeah, I’m okay I guess. I was a little scared there for a second. I forgot where I was,” Clark whispered, tearing up a bit.
Lex moved from the chair to the bed quickly, taking Clark into his arms.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. No one is going to hurt you ever again,” Lex whispered back. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“Yes, I do.”
Lex was a little shocked that Clark actually wanted to share, but he didn’t show it.
“Okay. Where do you want to start?”
“At the beginning.”
“The beginning? Do you mean that day on the bridge?” Lex asked, positioning himself so that he was looking at Clark’s face. He gave Clark his full attention.
“No, I mean the meteor shower,” Clark all but whispered.
“Oh…oh, ok.”
“Well, I’m not a mutant.”
“You aren’t?” Lex asked, all his suspicions went out the window. “Then what are you?”
“Ouch,” Clark winced.
“Oh Clark, I didn’t mean it like that,” Lex said, stroking his thumb over Clark’s high cheekbone. “I’m so sorry.”
Clark leaned into the touch.
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it, but it still hurt. I just wanna be normal, but the truth is, I don’t know exactly what I am. The only thing I know is that I’m an alien.”
“An alien? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, my parents, or should I say the Kents, told me the day I met you. They took me in the day of the meteor shower, along with my spaceship.”
“Wait, y-you have a spaceship?” Lex asked, totally shocked.
“Yes, it’s in the storm cellar. I kept this a secret all this time because my parents wanted to keep me safe. They didn’t want me to end up in some lab being studied,” Clark said looking down. “They said that no one could be trusted and that I could hurt someone with my abilities.”
“Abilities? What can you do?”
“Well, I can run faster than your Mustang at its top speeds. I can see through solid objects, x-ray vision. I have heat vision, and I’m strong enough to throw a tractor. I can’t be hurt, not shot, burnt, drown, cut, or hit at 60 mph by a Porsche. I float sometimes and I think that’s about it.”
“Huh…well, that certainly explains a lot. Now that I know, I can protect you as much as I can,” Lex said softly, smiling at Clark. “I’m curious to know something though.”
“Ummm…ok?
“Why weren’t you able to stop those six guys?” Lex asked quietly.
“I’m not sure. I was thinking that myself. Though I think it had to do with the alcohol and it stripping my powers. I feel really weak,” Clark said, sniffling to hold in tears, but not succeeding. “I’m so sorry.” Clark covered his tear-stained face with his hands.
“Clark, it’s okay. I’m here,” Lex said soothingly, embracing Clark.
“I know I’m being immature, but I’ve never felt so vulnerable,” Clark mumbled into Lex’s cotton clothed chest.
“You’re not being immature, Clark. You have every right to be upset. They violated your body. They raped you and they’d burn in hell if I had any say in the matter,” Lex almost yelled. He was so pissed off for what they had done to Clark.
Clark knew Lex was his best friend, but wow…so protective. God, I love him. I want him so much. I want--need to tell him.
“Ummm…Lex. There’s something else I need to tell you,” Clark pulled away.
“What is it?” Lex asked.
“I really don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it,” Clark trailed off.
“Okay, what is it?” Lex asked again.
“I’m…I’m in love with you,” Clark blurted out.
Clark looked down, afraid to watch Lex’s reaction. He suddenly felt that warm body against him again.
“I love you too, Clark,” Lex whispered through a feather light kiss atop Clark’s mob of dark curls.
Clark pulled away again. “You do?”
“Yes, I do, and for quite some time now.”
“How long?”
“Since I first met you. Love at first sight,” Lex said shyly.
“Me too,” Clark said into Lex’s neck, embracing him again.
“Let’s go back to sleep,” Lex said, tucking the blankets back around Clark.
“Please don’t leave me,” Clark whispered.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Lex said, slipping under the covers, spooning behind Clark, holding him close. They both slipped into a dreamless sleep, basking in each others’ warmth.
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Title: Drunken Nights
Pairings: Lex Luthor/Clark Kent
Summary: Lex receives a drunken phone call that brings out the good and the bad.
Warnings: M/M, H/C-Hurt/Comfort, N/C-Non Consensual
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Drunken Nights
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Lex woke with a start. What the hell is that noise? He scanned the room trying to locate the source of the offensive sound through his sleep-fogged mind. Oh…duh. Lex reached for his cell phone. His reach brought his eyes in contact with the clock on his bedside. 1:03 am. Who in their right mind would be calling me at this hour?
Lex flipped open the cell phone and brought it to his ear, answering with a sleep driven hello.
“Lex, hi! What’s up?”
Lex almost dropped the phone. “Clark? Why are you calling at one in the morning? Are you okay?”
There was a small pause before Clark spoke. Lex could hear the thumpa-thumpa of the loud music in the background.
“Well…I’m at this killer party, but I can’t go home because…because I’m kinda drunk.” Lex swore he could feel Clark’s blush.
“Would you like me to come get you?” Lex asked.
“Please Lex, please,” Clark begged. Good lord, how I’d love to have him beg me in a different way.
“Sure, no problem. I need to know where you are.”
Clark paused again before answering. “Well, I ummm…I don’t really know where I am. I think I’m in Grandville…maybe. I forget.” Clark was very confused.
“Okay, just stay where you are,” Lex said, rushing to find some clothes. “And Clark, don’t drink anymore.”
“Okay. Bye Lexy!” Clark said before hanging up. Lex froze.
Did he just call me ‘Lexy?’
~*~
About an hour later Lex pulled up to an old warehouse. He parked his Mustang and hopped out, heading to the door. Lex pushed past a crowd of drunken teenagers outside the door. As he entered the building he tripped over something. His eyes adjusted to the near darkness, seeing that he had tripped over a leg. His gaze traveled up the person’s body, discovering that it was a guy, and he was sucking off another.
What kind of party is this? After that display I really don’t need to be asking that question. My god Clark, what have you gotten yourself into? Lex continued on his search for Clark.
A sudden shout caught his attention. That familiar voice increased his fears. Clark!
“No, stop! Please stop!”
Lex hurried toward the frantic cry. A horrid site stopped him in his tracks.
Clark.
Clark was being held down by four men, flat on his back. He had a cut below his left nipple and one on his hip. Clark was struggling against his restrains, sobbing, groaning in pain. A fifth man stood between Clark’s legs, two fingers inside him thrusting hard and fast. The other hand was stroking Clark’s cock roughly. A sixth man was at Clark’s head, stroking himself over Clark’s face.
“No, stop, please. No, sto--“ Clark was cut off when the man shoved his cock into Clark’s mouth. Clark gagged, trying to breath through his nose.
“Bite and I’ll kill you,” the man said, grabbing Clark by the hair and thrusting deeper into his mouth. The man’s free hand wrapped around Clark’s throat, straggling him. Clark passed out from the lack of oxygen. Lex could see the wet remains of Clark’s tears on his cheeks.
Lex saw red.
Forcing himself out of his shocked state, Lex raced over to Clark. Lex grabbed the man at Clark’s feet, throwing him backwards. Lex jumped on the disoriented man, punching anything he could reach, running back to Clark’s side when he was sure the man was knocked out. The others had fled, not wanting a fight.
Lex dropped to his knees beside Clark. He was breathing and conscious, breathing heavily.
“Lex,” Clark gasped.
“Shhh, I’m here,” Lex said quietly, moving to pull Clark’s pants up, gently tucking him in. Clark groaned in pain. Lex noticed that Clark’s cock was red, almost purple, and bruised. Oh god, they’ll die for this.
Lex pulled Clark to his feet, struggling under his large frame, and guided the shaking teenager to his Mustang, helping Clark with the seatbelt.
The drive was silent. Dead silent, just the rumble of the engine. About halfway to the Kent farm Clark spoke.
“Lex, gonna be sick.”
Lex pulled the car off the road and Clark stumbled out, dropping on all four, vomiting. Scrambling out of the car after him, Lex knelt next to Clark, rubbing his back. Clark finally stopped his heaving. He sat back, drawing his legs to his chest. His head rested on his knees.
“Clark, are you okay?”
Clark shook his head and started to sob. Lex moved to hold Clark, cradling him.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here,” he whispered. Lex held him until he calmed. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
“No one is home. They’re in Metropolis. I don’t wanna be alone. Please don’t leave me,” Clark pleaded, crying softly.
“I’d never leave you. C’mon, you can stay at the mansion with me,” Lex said, pulling Clark to him again.
“Thanks Lex,” Clark mumbled into Lex’s neck.
Lex moaned inwardly. Damn this innocent boy. What he does to me…
~*~
Lex pulled up to the mansion’s front doors, shutting off the car. He drug a passed out Clark to his bedroom, laying him on the bed. Stripping Clark down to his T-shirt and boxers, Lex tucked Clark under the blankets. Lex looked longingly at Clark’s peaceful face, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Good night beautiful. I love you Clark.
After Lex himself had stripped to his T-shirt and boxers, he settled himself into a chair at the bedside. Flicking off the lights, Lex slipped into sleep quickly.
~*~
Clark woke gradually, but sensing his unfamiliar surroundings, he sat up quickly, fully awake. The mansion. What am I doing here--oh…right. Clark looked around the room, then with a note of surprise he noticed Lex sleeping in an uncomfortable looking chair.
“Lex.”
There was no response.
“Lex,” he tried a little louder. Lex bolted upright.
“What? What’s wrong Clark? Are you okay?” Lex asked franticly.
“Yeah, I’m okay I guess. I was a little scared there for a second. I forgot where I was,” Clark whispered, tearing up a bit.
Lex moved from the chair to the bed quickly, taking Clark into his arms.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. No one is going to hurt you ever again,” Lex whispered back. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“Yes, I do.”
Lex was a little shocked that Clark actually wanted to share, but he didn’t show it.
“Okay. Where do you want to start?”
“At the beginning.”
“The beginning? Do you mean that day on the bridge?” Lex asked, positioning himself so that he was looking at Clark’s face. He gave Clark his full attention.
“No, I mean the meteor shower,” Clark all but whispered.
“Oh…oh, ok.”
“Well, I’m not a mutant.”
“You aren’t?” Lex asked, all his suspicions went out the window. “Then what are you?”
“Ouch,” Clark winced.
“Oh Clark, I didn’t mean it like that,” Lex said, stroking his thumb over Clark’s high cheekbone. “I’m so sorry.”
Clark leaned into the touch.
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it, but it still hurt. I just wanna be normal, but the truth is, I don’t know exactly what I am. The only thing I know is that I’m an alien.”
“An alien? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, my parents, or should I say the Kents, told me the day I met you. They took me in the day of the meteor shower, along with my spaceship.”
“Wait, y-you have a spaceship?” Lex asked, totally shocked.
“Yes, it’s in the storm cellar. I kept this a secret all this time because my parents wanted to keep me safe. They didn’t want me to end up in some lab being studied,” Clark said looking down. “They said that no one could be trusted and that I could hurt someone with my abilities.”
“Abilities? What can you do?”
“Well, I can run faster than your Mustang at its top speeds. I can see through solid objects, x-ray vision. I have heat vision, and I’m strong enough to throw a tractor. I can’t be hurt, not shot, burnt, drown, cut, or hit at 60 mph by a Porsche. I float sometimes and I think that’s about it.”
“Huh…well, that certainly explains a lot. Now that I know, I can protect you as much as I can,” Lex said softly, smiling at Clark. “I’m curious to know something though.”
“Ummm…ok?
“Why weren’t you able to stop those six guys?” Lex asked quietly.
“I’m not sure. I was thinking that myself. Though I think it had to do with the alcohol and it stripping my powers. I feel really weak,” Clark said, sniffling to hold in tears, but not succeeding. “I’m so sorry.” Clark covered his tear-stained face with his hands.
“Clark, it’s okay. I’m here,” Lex said soothingly, embracing Clark.
“I know I’m being immature, but I’ve never felt so vulnerable,” Clark mumbled into Lex’s cotton clothed chest.
“You’re not being immature, Clark. You have every right to be upset. They violated your body. They raped you and they’d burn in hell if I had any say in the matter,” Lex almost yelled. He was so pissed off for what they had done to Clark.
Clark knew Lex was his best friend, but wow…so protective. God, I love him. I want him so much. I want--need to tell him.
“Ummm…Lex. There’s something else I need to tell you,” Clark pulled away.
“What is it?” Lex asked.
“I really don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it,” Clark trailed off.
“Okay, what is it?” Lex asked again.
“I’m…I’m in love with you,” Clark blurted out.
Clark looked down, afraid to watch Lex’s reaction. He suddenly felt that warm body against him again.
“I love you too, Clark,” Lex whispered through a feather light kiss atop Clark’s mob of dark curls.
Clark pulled away again. “You do?”
“Yes, I do, and for quite some time now.”
“How long?”
“Since I first met you. Love at first sight,” Lex said shyly.
“Me too,” Clark said into Lex’s neck, embracing him again.
“Let’s go back to sleep,” Lex said, tucking the blankets back around Clark.
“Please don’t leave me,” Clark whispered.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Lex said, slipping under the covers, spooning behind Clark, holding him close. They both slipped into a dreamless sleep, basking in each others’ warmth.
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