Because You're Mine
By: Arian

Disclaimer: don't own, don't profit, just like to play

Author's Note: written as part of the secretsantafic exhchange, for itsaslashything

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Strains of Bing Crosby crooning softly can be heard just above the babble of voices filling the crimson-, gold-, and green-decked ballroom. The scent of cinnamon and pine overpowers the expensive perfumes and colognes, bringing with it the memories of Christmases gone by. Clark watches as people circulate, mingling, networking, and talking both business and pleasure. Dinner is over and they've moved on to the dancing and schmoozing portion of the evening.

Clark's eyes scan the room, looking for Lex's familiar figure. They are here together, though no one else around them knows it. They’ve been through so much over the last few years – with each other and without – and they have decided to, as Lex put it, take things slow. Clark hadn't thought the word slow existed in Lex's vocabulary until that particular conversation.

Spotting his boyfriend (and Clark still blushes a little at that term) across the room, Clark starts to make his way towards him. Halfway there, he pauses. His hearing kicks in and his eyes flip to x-ray vision as the low, intimate sound of Lex's laughter reaches his ears. The kind of laughter Lex usually saves for when the two of them are alone together, not the polite chuckle he breaks out at cocktail parties and museum openings. The long, delicate fingers gripping Lex's bicep are the next thing Clark notices, followed by a pretty face leaning up to speak into Lex's ear.

Moving again, picking up his pace, Clark reaches Lex's side and clears his throat in what he thinks is a rather unobtrusive manner. Lex's answering eyebrow arch disagrees.

"Clark, have you met Ms. Harley Quinn? She's studying in Gotham to become a psychiatrist."

Harley, Clark notes, still has her hand planted firmly on Lex's arm and is standing unnecessarily close.

Ever the polite young man, Clark extends his hand while he shifts closer to Lex. "No, I haven't had the pleasure yet. It's nice to meet you."

The once over Clark receives is enough to make his spine crawl, and he puts his hand on Lex's shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Of course, Clark. Ms. Quinn, if you'll excuse us for a moment, please."

Clark leads the way out of the ballroom, and as soon as they are out of sight Lex is lifted into strong arms and rushed to the hotel's penthouse suite, already reserved in his name.

***

Lex can feel the softness of the high-quality sheets beneath his back, and he realizes that Clark has stripped them both before he could even absorb their change in location. In the next instant there is sturdy leather wrapped around his wrists and his arms are stretched above his head. He knew there was a reason he requested a bed with a headboard.

Clark takes him by the hips and pulls him down until his arms are held taut above him, verging on the edge of sweet discomfort and pain. His lover's movements slow to human speed as Lex's legs are spread and padded cuffs slip around each ankle, the metal buckles clanking quietly in the stillness of the room.

"Clark." A slow slide up his body, open-mouth kisses along Lex's thigh, hip, stomach, and chest.

"Yes?"

Slick press of lips against his neck, teeth grazing his jaw, and Lex will deny to his deathbed that a gentle nip to the skin just behind his ear elicits a needy whimper and an aborted upward thrust of his swiftly hardening cock.

"When did you become the jealous type?" The body above him pauses so briefly that Lex thinks he may have imagined it.
"She was touching you."

Lex is able to hold back the laughter threatening to free itself at Clark's response, but a keening noise breaks past his defenses as Clark's thigh brushes the head of his cock when he moves to nibble at the flesh behind his other ear.

"Again," he gasps, and his lover is already one step ahead of him. Then, "Clark, if you hadn't noticed, I wasn't touching her in return."

From somewhere in the region of where Lex's shoulder meets his neck, Clark's muffled response comes. "You're mine, Lex. I didn't want her touching what's mine."

Full body shudder followed by a turn of his head as he searches out Clark's eyes. "Yours, Clark, always yours," he whispers when hazel meets steel blue.

***

Clark draws back enough to take in the expanse of naked flesh splayed beneath his own bare skin. He brings a hand up to stroke the arm closest to him, watching as Lex shivers at the touch and lets his eyes fall closed for a moment. Clark maps the rise and fall of muscles with his eyes, traces the hard lines with his fingers, and lays whisper-soft kisses on the tender skin of the underside of Lex's arm.

"I want the world to know you're mine, Lex. I want women like Harley to know that there are consequences to touching you, to thinking you are free to hit on. They don't love you, Lex. Can't love you the way I love you."

As he speaks, Clark trails his way down Lex's body, and when he finishes speaking, he places a kiss followed by a small bite over Lex's hip bone. He grins when Lex's body arches into the sensation and licks the line of where hip meets thigh.

Lex's head pushes back against the pillow, and his eyes slip closed under the assult of Clark's mouth, teeth, and tongue. He wants to mark his lover, he wants to let everyone know that Lex Luthor belongs to him, with him, in him. Lex has refused him in the past, saying that he's never had anything that was his, just his; not the public knowledge of the world a large, not dirtied by his father – just his. He doesn't want to let that go, and Clark understands, but now he needs more. With Lex tied beneath him, Clark has the control. The power to mark him, claim him, make him scream in pleasure, and gasp in pain.

"Lex, I'm going to fuck you now."

***

All he can do is moan in response. The sharp teeth teasing his skin is swiftly driving him towards the haze of pleasure that takes hold of his senses whenever Clark is in his bed, and the words send him hurtling towards the place that allows him to let go and give every bit of himself to Clark.

Clark's mouth is moving lower now, and a kiss grazes the base of his cock as the younger man slides his hands under his ass and lifts him slightly so that his tongue can brush across his opening, wetting it, probing ever so slightly inwards before pulling back.

Lex sighs then tenses when he hears the slick pop of Clark pulling his fingers out of his mouth. A single, wet digit circles and presses forward, sinking in to the first knuckle. He rocks forward.

"More."

A second finger slides in and suddenly Lex is seeing stars as they begin to stretch and scissor him open.

"Jesus, Clark, don't wait, just… please, fuck me."

His hips push up as Clark's fingers withdraw, trying to draw out the contact. It's only moments before he feels the thick head of Clark's cock pressing into him, spreading him wide open and it's too much too soon but he can't bring himself to care because Clark is in him, filling him, and it's the most amazing sensation every time.

The stretch and burn fades into pleasure as Clark pulls out and strokes back in at an impossibly slow pace and his teeth latch onto Lex's left nipple and tugs.

"Clark!" He pulls against his bindings, aching to rise up and claim Clark's mouth. Clark tugs again, coupling it with a swift, deep thrust, and Lex is seeing stars.

He moans when Clark lets go and dips his head to lick at his navel before pulling back slightly and getting that look on his face, the one Lex knows means he is using his x-ray vision. He opens his mouth to speak and what comes out instead is a needy whine as Clark forces his cock over his prostate again and again and his head is spinning and his arms are pulled tight and his legs lock at the knees because Clark hasn't had to lay a hand on his cock and he's coming already, long, sticky ropes spilling between them.

And suddenly Clark is leaning over, mouth sinking into the flesh of Lex's neck, high, just under the jawline on the right and he is sucking, biting. Lex lets his head fall back, giving his lover all the room he needs as he is marked; marked openly for anyone to see and he can't bring himself to care anymore. He is Clark's, Clark is his, and he understands in that moment that even if the world knows it too, Clark will still be only his.

***

Clark is pushing into Lex's body deeper, faster. Grunting against his neck even as his teeth worry lightly at the fresh mark on his neck. His mark. His claim. Lex is his. Everyone in the ballroom will know it tonight, and the rest of the world will follow. The thought is enough to push him over the edge and he slams in once, twice, hard and fast and then holds as his climax washes over him, pulls him apart and leaves him limp and breathless and covering Lex's body with his own for long, lazy minutes.

With trembling hands, he frees Lex from his bonds and pulls him close, curls around him. "Love you, Lex. Love you so much. Mine." He sighs as Lex presses his body closer and kisses him gently.

"Always yours, Clark."

"Lex?"

"Hmm?"

"Shower. Now. We're going back to the party."

Dazed blue eyes open, widening slightly. But Lex stays silent. Clark moans as Lex pulls his body away and moves, somewhat stiffly Clark notes with a wince, towards the bathroom. In the doorway his lover stops and turns to face him, smirking.

"Are you coming or not, Clark?"

He grins and jumps out of bed, speeding past Lex and into the shower stall and sets the water to the right temperature just as Lex speeds back up into normal time. "What's taking you so long?" he teases.
Lex laughs and slides into the shower stall next to him. "Hurry up, Clark, wouldn't want this to fade before we get back downstairs."
Clark reaches to stroke a hand across the mark on Lex's neck. "No," he says quietly. "We wouldn't want that at all."

-end

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