"Fuck!" Lex swore, "He's lost a lot of blood."
"Well, let's bandage him up and wait for him to wake up," Clark suggested, "We still need to know where Joseph is." Lex nodded. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed back into human form. "You okay, love?" "You mean apart from wanting to fuck you brainless for feeding from him?" Clark asked, completely seriously, "Fine." Lex shuddered and shifted closer to his lover, "I'm sorry, Clark, the combination of fear and blood..." Clark smiled, and took a deep breath to control himself. "I know, it's okay, Lex." His lover moved back and Clark picked Dominic up, carrying him to a bedroom. They cleaned and patched him up quickly and left him to sleep. "What are we going to do in the meantime?" Clark asked casually, stalking over to his lover. He was still feeling possessive after Lex's little loss of control. Lex felt his belly tighten with need at the dark look Clark was giving him. "Aren't you going to restake your claim?" he murmured, reaching down to touch his hardening cock. Clark growled and leapt at him, lifting him up into his arms and sitting on the couch, Lex straddled across his lap. He yanked Lex forward and pressed his tongue straight into his lover's mouth. To his relief he could only taste himself and Lex, but he still dedicated himself to licking every inch of Lex's mouth to be sure he wasn't tainted. Lex might have been dominant, but the possessiveness went both ways and Clark needed to remind Lex who he belonged to. Lex kissed back urgently, happy to let Clark take the lead in this, he could feel his lover's jealousy and the need to take back what was his. How normal wolfbreed mated pairs dealt with feeding from others he had no idea. Clark pulled him closer, hard length pressing into his groin, making Lex moan with want. "Christ, Clark! Please," he begged. Quickly undoing Lex's pants and his own, Clark then lifted his lover up, pulling his pants to his knees and settling him back on his lap. It was an awkward position for Lex, but Clark didn't much care. "Bite me," he whispered harshly. Lex shuddered in his arms and leaned forward tearing a gash into his throat with his teeth. Clark pushed him back with an effort, growling at his lover's protest, and reached up to his neck to slick his fingers with blood. Clark reached between Lex's legs and roughly fingered his hole. Lex moaned quietly, bucking against Clark, urging him to press inside as he lapped at the last of the blood on Clark's neck. One finger pushed in hard and almost too deep, the intrusion momentarily shocking. Gasping, dick jumping needily, Lex grunted and gripped Clark tighter round the neck. "More," he groaned. Grinning darkly, Clark complied, shoving another finger inside his lover, not quite brutally, stretching Lex quickly, barely giving him a chance to breath. Lex bucked and moaned against him, only making Clark want him more. Removing his fingers, Clark pushed Lex's face into his neck again and Lex bit down hard, licking his neck with a whine of need. Clark wrenched him back once more, coating his hand in his own blood to slick up his cock. Pulling Lex's hips down and forward, Clark forced himself inside his lover. Lex gasped in pain, the thickness of Clark's cock stretching him, pushing inside him unrelentingly. It was so good. Lex barely registered Clark's hands on his hips pulling him all the way onto his erection, just the sweetness of the pain-stained pleasure of being taken. He pushed back against the length impaling him, needing more. Clark rarely fucked him, so when he did, it was an extra wonderful experience. Licking at Clark's neck, Lex whined needily and his lover tipped his head to the side encouragingly. Clark lifted Lex up again, then pulled him down hard, Lex's tight passage clenching convulsively all around him. Clark shuddered, his body tightening. Lex nuzzled against his neck, then bit down, sucking hard on his blood. "Oh yeah," Clark groaned. He gripped Lex's hips and used his strength to work Lex's body over his cock, pushing hard into his lover with every stroke. Bending his head, Clark sucked on the pale skin of Lex's neck before breaking the skin. The sweetness of Lex's blood exploded into his mouth and Clark came with a groan and a hard thrust. "Fuck, fuck," Lex gritted out, reaching down to jack himself roughly, a few tight, dry strokes all he needed to follow Clark into orgasm, his body tightening and shuddering in Clark's strong embrace. "Clark," he breathed. Clark held on tight, dropping his forehead onto Lex's shoulder. "Mine," he whispered. "Yes, Clark," Lex replied with a small grin, sliding his fingers through his lover's thick hair soothingly. He sat on Clark's lap until his lover's cock slipped out of him and he started to feel sticky. "Come on, lover, we need to get cleaned up." Clark nodded, reluctantly letting him go. They made use of Dominic's bathroom, then sat back down on the couch in his room to wait. @>*~ A groan from the PA indicated that he was coming round and Clark and Lex got up, sitting on the bed on either side of him. Dominic opened his eyes, looking round. "Oh God," he whimpered, trying to sit up. With a groan of pain, he collapsed back onto the bed. Clark shifted and put a hand on Dominic's chest, pushing down deliberately on one of the bandages. The older man groaned. "Bet you thought it had all been a bad dream," Lex drawled. Dominic's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. "Why Helen?" "She was still... working for your... father," Dominic panted. Lex grimaced. That bitch and his father. They must have planned the plane crash together after all. "So the original clone was supposed to miraculously appear and take over my life after I was dead?" Lex asked quietly. Dominic nodded slowly and Clark growled angrily. The older man flinched back, trying to make himself look smaller on the bed. "Are you going to tell us where Joseph is or am I going to have to continue where I left off?" Lex questioned him. "You're going to... kill me anyway," Dominic gasped. "Maybe. Maybe not," Lex said calmly, "I haven't decided yet, but I could make it extremely painful if I wanted." Dominic whimpered, "Your father's house." "My father's house?" Lex frowned. It was true, he'd only taken a cursory look round in order to sort out his father's possessions, but a lab? He couldn't have missed that, could he? "Bastard," he murmured. "You've got to be kidding me," Clark gasped angrily. The one place he hadn't checked out with Lex after Lionel's death. "I really hate your father, Lex." "Me too," Lex sighed. He shifted then stood up. "Well, Dominic, I suggest that no one finds out about this little meeting. I can do a whole lot worse." Clark frowned and stood too. I thought you were going to kill him, he said silently. I was, Lex replied, But I don't want to lower myself, he's not worth it. Clark grimaced ruefully and nodded. Turning, he leaned over the older man menacingly. "You talk and you won't be safe anywhere. I will find you and I will tear your arms and legs off, got it?" Dominic nodded vigorously, squealing fearfully. Following his lover out of the room, Lex smiled. "A little OTT, love, don't you think?" "No harm in making sure he's completely terrified," Clark replied with a shrug. "After all this time, I do believe I've finally corrupted you," Lex laughed. Clark grinned and wrapped an arm round Lex's shoulders. "Maybe." @>*~ Clark flew them back to the penthouse. They needed to shower, change and eat, and Clark needed to phone his parents. After a quick, loving shower, they got dressed and Lex handed Clark his cell phone while he started to prepare some food. "Dad." "Clark, oh thank God," his father gasped, "We were worried." "Sorry, Dad," Clark replied quietly, "How's Mom?" "Holding up," Jonathan sighed, "We're home now, but we're both tired and worried. The Sheriff's had no luck, how about you?" "We just found out where Helen's taken Joseph," Clark said, "We're going to check it out in a while." "Thank God," Jonathan said wholeheartedly, "Be careful both of you." "We will, Dad, don't worry," Clark said with a small smile, "Give Mom a kiss from us." "I will," Jonathan replied, "And let us know when you've got him safe." "Of course," Clark sighed. "Bye Dad." "Bye son." Clark moved round the kitchen table and into Lex's waiting arms. "How are they?" Lex whispered. "Holding up," Clark said, repeating his father's words. Lex nodded, dropping a soft kiss onto his lips. "Come on, love," Lex gently pushed Clark back, "Eat." Nodding, Clark sat down, eating rapidly when he realised he was actually starving. Lex ate more slowly, but he'd drunk a lot of Clark's blood so he didn't need as much. "So where's your father's house?" Clark asked between mouthfuls. "Not far from Dominic's actually," Lex replied, "Bigger, brasher, a real statement of Luthor wealth and power." "Why haven't you moved in?" Clark wondered aloud. "Move in?" Lex exclaimed, "To that house?" He shuddered, "I spent far too many miserable years there as a kid to be comfortable moving in." Clark grimaced apologetically. "Sorry," he said quietly. "So, why haven't you sold it?" Lex sighed. "Because it's where my Mother died, and Julian," he explained. Clark winced. He put down his fork and stood up, walking round the table to enfold his lover in a hug. "I'm sorry, Lex, I'll shut up now." Relaxing into the embrace, Lex shook his head. "Idiot, I don't mind you asking, you know." "Still, I'm sorry," Clark whispered, kissing Lex's cheek. Lex patted his lover's arm gently. "Finish your food, Clark, I'm fine." Giving Lex another quick kiss, Clark sat down, trying not to stare worriedly at his mate who was now pushing his food round his plate instead of eating it. "Lex," he said eventually, "If you don't eat, I'll just worry about you." Sighing, Lex smiled ruefully, "Yeah, sorry." Trying not to dwell on going 'home' again, Lex forced himself to finish his meal. @>*~ Clark led his still subdued lover to the balcony and lifted him into his arms. Lex curled into Clark's embrace, burying his face in his lover's neck with a soft sigh. Taking off, Clark headed back towards the rich suburban area of Metropolis, cradling Lex tenderly, still worried and feeling overprotective. They landed a couple of minutes later, again outside high walls and electrified fencing. "Are we going in the front door?" Clark asked, putting Lex down, but keeping an arm round him. Lex grinned. "Why not? I have the codes and I can disable security." Clark nodded, "Cool." Lex tapped in the gate code and it slid open silently. They walked up to the house and Lex unlocked the door, quickly turning off the alarms and cameras from the main control panel. "Let's go downstairs," Lex suggested, "I can't think of anywhere else he could have put a lab." "Let me have a quick look round first," Clark said. Lex nodded and Clark speeded round the entire building, scanning each room. There was nothing, no hidden doors, panels or safes. He ran back to Lex. "The rest of the house is clear, although one of the bedrooms looks like it's being used." Lex frowned. "Bitch," he muttered. He led the way to the basement door and down the stairs. They led to a corridor with three doors. One led to a four car garage, one to the laundry room and the third to the wine cellar. Lex couldn't imagine his father sacrificing his wine, so he decided that would be the obvious place to look. Inside, the cellar looked exactly the same as he remembered. "See anything?" Clark frowned, switching his focus to X-ray, scanning the area. "There." He pointed to the back, "There's a trapdoor or something down there." Lex followed Clark quickly, dragging on his arm. "Slow down, love, we're not going to go in blind. She's got kryptonite down there." "Yeah, I know," Clark sighed. He scanned below the trapdoor. A ladder led down to a dark corridor, but beyond that, he couldn't see. "We're going to have to go down, even I can't see in the dark." "Okay, let me go first," Lex said with a nod. Clark lifted the trapdoor and Lex descended the ladder quickly. He spotted a light switch, but decided not to use it in case it alerted Helen to their presence. Clark jumped down beside him and took his hand. They walked down the corridor together carefully, coming out into a dimly lit annex area. Two doors led from it, both had windows. Clark peered through one, while Lex checked the other. "Lex," Clark gasped, "It's Joseph." Lex hurried to Clark's side and looked in the window. The tiny figure of the baby lay suspended in an incubation tank full of green liquid. "Oh my God, she'll kill him," Lex gasped. "No, just you." Clark and Lex span round, Clark gasping with sudden nausea. Helen was aiming a gun at them. Lex sneered. "Even if you hurt me, you can't hurt Clark with that," he said with a smirk. "Sure of that, are you?" she laughed, "Meteor rock is so easy to smelt, you know. Makes lovely looking bullets." "You bitch!" Lex snapped. "You've got a nerve," Helen snorted, "Fucking pervert, living with a boy... he's not even human!" "Neither am I," Lex said quietly, putting a hand on Clark's arm. She grimaced. "Don't remind me. I don't think I'll ever feel clean again." "It's mutual," Lex muttered. Helen glowered at him. "Lex?" Clark murmured, feeling weaker by the second. Don't worry, sweetheart, Lex said telepathically, She can't kill me with a bullet, kryptonite or otherwise. No, Lex, Clark started, but it was already too late. Lex rushed at Helen, grabbing the gun. She yelped, struggling, and a shot went off. Lex's pain blossomed through Clark and he gasped. "No!" Lex groaned, but somehow managed not to let go of the gun. It went off again and Lex pulled it away from Helen. He opened the lab door and threw it inside, slamming the door shut again quickly. Taking a deep breath as his strength returned, Clark rushed to catch Lex as he dropped to his knees. They both turned, shocked to see Helen on the floor, blood staining her labcoat. "Is she... dead ?" Lex gasped. Not wanting to let go of Lex, Clark scanned her. Her heart wasn't beating, a kryptonite bullet lodged deep in the muscle. "Yes," he breathed. Sighing, Lex let his eyes close and he flopped in Clark's arms. "Lex!" Clark gasped in fear. Get it out, Lex moaned silently. "Oh man," Clark muttered. How was he going to get a kryptonite bullet out of his lover? "Hang on, babe," he whispered. There was only one thing he could do. Clark took Lex's arm and bit down, swallowing his blood quickly. He took his penknife from his pocket and sterilised the blade with his heat vision. Cringing painfully, Clark pulled open Lex's shirt and dug the knife into the bullet wound. Lex screamed, clutching at him with rapidly growing claws. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Clark gasped, fighting Lex's pain so he could use his X-ray to guide him. He located the bullet and managed to pull it out. It burned his hand, but Clark quickly opened the lab door again and threw it inside, closing the door with a slam. "Lex?" he whispered. Lex's eyes opened, wide and animalistic. He lunged weakly at Clark, biting into his neck viciously. Pulling Lex into his arms despite the pain, Clark watched in awe as the wound closed up and faded away to nothing. Lex kept on drinking until Clark actually felt a little light headed. "Enough," he gasped, pushing Lex away. Lex snarled at him, going for his neck again. "Lex!" Clark snapped, grabbing his lover's arms, "I said enough." Lex blinked and his eyes faded back to normal. "Oh God, Clark, are you okay?" "I'm fine," Clark replied quickly to reassure his lover, "Are you?" Lex took a deep breath, checking himself over mentally. "Yes. God, I'm sorry." He watched, with a little frown of worry, the bite mark on Clark's neck disappear slowly. Usually it was instant, "I took too much," he whispered, horrified by his lack of control. "I'll be okay in a minute, Lex, really. You needed it," Clark sighed. "But I would have taken it all if I could," Lex breathed, pulling away from his mate. "No, you wouldn't," Clark said calmly, "I trust you." "Clark, I wasn't me, how can you..." "I trust you," Clark interrupted firmly, tugging Lex back into his arms, knowing his lover needed reassurance. Lex closed his eyes and wrapped his arms tightly round his lover. "If I'd hurt you... God, Clark!" "You would never hurt me, Lex, don't worry so much," Clark whispered, "I'm your mate, your protective instincts are much stronger than your feeding instincts." "Maybe," Lex replied. He was still doubtful, but he didn't want to upset Clark. He held on tightly until Clark finally shifted. They got up slowly, neither of them looking at Helen and went back to the first door. "You'd best stay out here," Lex said quietly. Clark nodded reluctantly. Inside the room, Lex drained the incubator and unhooked Joseph from various machines. As he wrapped his brother in his jacket, Joseph woke up and whimpered quietly. "Easy, pup," Lex whispered, "You're safe now." Joseph sniffed, then relaxed, apparently happy, and closed his eyes again. "Is he okay?" Clark asked anxiously when Lex came out. "Yes, I think so," Lex sighed, relief flooding his system. "Let's take him home." Clark nodded, smiling softly at his lover and their brother, lifting them both into his arms ready to rush them home. @>*~ "I can't believe how big he's getting," Clark whispered to Lex as they watched Joseph sleep. It was three months since they'd rescued him, and, after they'd sorted out Helen's death and faked medical records for Joseph, everything had returned to normal. They'd taken a long weekend off and volunteered for babysitting duty, giving Martha and Jonathan a nice break. They tried to babysit as often as they could, both wanting to play a large part in Joseph's upbringing. Lex smiled at his mate. "Yes, he is, isn't he?" He sighed proudly, wrapping an arm round Clark. "Lex?" Clark murmured. "Mmm?" Lex half-asked. "Happy Anniversary." Smiling at his lover, Clark leaned up to press a kiss to soft lips. Lex kissed back, gently delving into his mate's mouth, tasting champagne and the tang of blood. "Happy Anniversary, love," Lex returned. end