Title: Unstoppable
Authors: Lex's Lady & Mistress Ace
E-mail: vicedragonv@msn.com & rosewood@inreach.com
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Rating: NC-17 (eventually – or maybe quickly depending on the whim of the muses)
Category: Crossover, Romance, Angst
Spoilers: All of season 1 of Smallville and season 6 of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Buffy/Clark/Lex, m/f, m/m
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters at all (however much we might wish we did). Buffy and all references to BTVS are property of the great god Joss Whedon, et al. Clark, Lex and the Smallville storyline belong to Miller-Gough et al. We're just borrowing them for a while. We promise to put them back unharmed and perhaps a little happier.
Notes: ** denotes internal thought, * = italics.
Summary: What if the Summers girls moved to Smallville? What if Buffy discovered that Clark had a secret and thought he could use a confidant?
Dedications: From Em: To Ace, for her never-ending support and her willingness to work on this with me. She writes both Clark and Lex in a way I could never hope to achieve, and I couldn't possibly have done this on my own.
From Ace: To Em for reminding me why I love Buffy. To Beth for being my Smallville watching partner even when the scripts were awful. To the whole Clark/Lex list for opening my eyes to the potential here. And finally to Christina for her great story; Runaway Trains at 3 A.M. which was part of our inspiration. You can find it at: this site.

Chapter 11

Now there was the Clark he knew and loved. Almost an adult yet with enough youthful enthusiasm to ruin Lex's grand seduction scene. It was pointless to seduce the willing and Clark was willing.Nervous, but willing.

"Yes, Clark, we can start doing." Lex chuckled despite himself. The evil mastermind who shared part of his brain was thwarted but the 21-year-old was deeply amused. "What would you like first? Buffy... or me?"

Buffy began to laugh gently. "Oh, like that's a fair question to ask him?" She shook her head; she had a fair guess as to what Lex was trying to do, the kind of idea he was trying to put in Clark's head without actually suggesting it. She decided to play along a bit. "Making him choose..." Highly unfair, considering that he had no experience with either one. Of course, that was part of the point...

Clark was almost ready to respond but Lex did something with his hips that left him gasping. He was still trying to process the whole having sex thing here and Lex was laying everything out so quickly his head was spinning. "God... do I have to choose? I-I want you both."

Give the boy a prize. Lex was leaning toward a brand new Ferrari but he didn't want to explain that to Jonathan Kent. "At the same time?" Lex waited and yes, Clark nodded. Ferrari, hell, he'd just earned the keys to the Lamborghini. "Ambitious but I'm sure we can oblige."

Lex was playing a game with him. But Lex always played games with him. Always challenged him. It was part of the appeal. "Just show me what to do."

"I think the first step to that one is getting everybody up here again," Buffy answered. She scooted backwards, making room for them to join her on the bed. While she waited, she stretched out, laying down on her side and curling her legs up just enough to create a few shadows in the right places.

Even as she settled herself, Buffy wondered at her own attitude. It seemed that Lex was rubbing off on her a bit... she was rarely this playful. She did enjoy teasing, but was usually more restrained about it. This... this was kind of fun. But it felt a little odd.

Riley had always been playful with her, but was also more restrained than Lex. More... vanilla, she supposed. Of course, Riley was also strictly straight, the home-grown Iowa farm boy kind of straight, which might account for some of the difference. But those were thoughts for another time and place. Riley had no place here, and Buffy shook herself slightly as she returned her attention to the present.

Never one to put off gratifying his own desires, Lex ran the possible positions in his head as Clark crawled up into the bed. He admired every single movement, mainly because the boy had no idea how sexy he was. There were none of the studied poses or the come-hither looks than normally accompanied his bed-mates. When Clark leaned over to kiss Buffy, Lex was certain the more than adequate display of his ass was completely unintentional.

Clark was too innocent to know that he was waving a red flag in front of the bull. And that was an analogy he'd never share with him. "Buffy," Lex abandoned his post at the foot of the bed and prowled up its length on hands and knees. "While it's probably not that much of a risk given Clark's origins, I need to ask. Birth control?"

"The pill. Getting pregnant hasn't been a concern for a few years, now, to be honest," Buffy began quietly. "But I'm on it for medical reasons. Aside from which, I need the predictability as a Slayer so I'm always prepared. You have no idea what kind of attractant that is for vampires. And you probably really didn't need to know that." She was blushing brightly, she just knew.

Buffy hid her face against Clark's shoulder and tried to control her embarrassment. Unsuccessfully, but she tried.

Now that made perfect sense. A creature that lived on blood would certainly be able to smell it. Maybe that's why Slayers were women: built-in bait. And that was something else he should keep to himself. "Ah, good. I have precautions available as well, although I tested clean three weeks ago and I've been celibate since..."

Clark's face clouded for a moment as he put the pieces together and came up with, "Victoria." There was a wealth of rancor in that one word. Clark hadn't approved of her, not even for a moment. Lex insisted his relationship with her wasn't based on love and Clark had caught her breaking into Lex's computer. That whole situation left a bad taste in his mouth. Clark was glad when she left.

"Careful, Clark... Or I might think you were jealous." At the time when darling Vicky had been in residence, Lex honestly hoped Clark's animosity had been due to that. Because if Clark was jealous, then it meant he was interested. And Lex would have done anything to have Clark interested.

Sex with Victoria had been... perfunctory at best. She was screwing him, literally as well as figuratively. Only fair. He'd done the same, used her as just another pawn in the eternal chess game with his father. Victoria considered herself to be one of the players in that tournament when all she turned out to be was another piece.

Her sleeping with his father, while it turned Lex's stomach, hadn't been that surprising. Vicky always landed on her feet... by way of her back.

Buffy raised an eyebrow, even as she let her head fall back against the bed. "I'm not gonna ask, I don't even want to know what the competition looks like. I just want to know if I can deck her, should she ever come back." Good God, Buffy, possessive much? The vehemence behind her words surprised her as much as anyone else. But for some reason she couldn't help but picture some tall, lanky seductress reappearing in Lex's life.

And even though she ought to know better, she couldn't help but feel inferior. Of course, she felt inferior when compared to most people... so that was nothing new.

"Oh, please do. I'd like to watch." The words were out before he could stop them. They earned Lex a startled look from Clark and a smirk from Buffy. "Though you don't have to worry about it. I make a habit of avoiding anyone my father sleeps with."

Okay, bombshell. Clark felt his stomach twist into a knot at that image. He'd met Lex's dad and didn't like him instantly and the thought that Victoria had slept with both of them..? Maybe he was being a teenager but it made his skin crawl. Just the sight of his dad macking on his mom in the kitchen left him scarred for weeks. And he was adopted.

"Oh man... I knew I didn't like her for a reason." Clark wanted to wash his brain out right now. Especially since he'd seen Victoria naked when he rescued her from drowning in the tub.

"You're telling me that she slept with you, then moved on to your father?" Buffy was incredibly shocked, not to mention grossed out. "Um, eew! How disgusting is that? Of all the dirty things for a vapid whore to do, that's got to be one of the worst! Especially considering the things I've heard about your father, Lex. None of them good." Buffy managed to rant without actually swearing, as was her usual habit. It worked well for her.

She couldn't help herself, though. This bitch really pissed her off, even if she wouldn't call the woman that aloud. No wonder Lex had gotten himself checked after she left... this 'Victoria' was both a tramp and a snake.

What an absolutely delightful woman. Lex was giving the whole marriage thing even more thought. At least if he married Buffy he'd have someone else to hang out with in the coat closet during the Luthor family Christmas parties. And he certainly wouldn't have to worry about his wife sleeping with his father.

Fortunately, his dad's tastes were confined strictly to women. Because that meant Clark was safe as well. Although Lex had the feeling his beautiful boy would be enough to turn even the straightest of men's heads. Maybe that was part of the survival mechanism, create a body and mind that would draw the richest and most powerful potential mates. The only problem was... he certainly couldn't get Clark pregnant.

Or could he?

So many possibilities to keep his mind occupied.

"Vicky won't be back." Lex reached behind him for an open bottle of water and took a sip. He held it out to Buffy who drank when he tipped the bottle back. And then to Clark who covered Lex's hand with his own and damned if the boy didn't suck the bottle into his mouth. "Tease..."

Buffy smiled brightly. "Well, good. I'd hate to have to dirty my hands. Though I suppose we'll have to put up with your father throwing available women in your path until you manage to convince him you're not interested. Hey, can I hit them, too? Scare them away, maybe?" She was only half-teasing, but it was fun.

And Lex honestly didn't seem to mind that she was feeling possessive; of course, he seemed to be the same and would have a similar reaction if any of her exes should show up in Smallville. But that was unlikely in the extreme.

"Oh, I think we can come up with something to keep Dad off my back." Lex's smile broadened as Clark sucked on the bottle again. Now he knew the teasing was deliberate. "I have no interest in other women. Not when I have you two."

Lex was back in control of himself again. And he sincerely appreciated Buffy's possessive nature. It mirrored his own. He gave Buffy a speculative look... she would be exquisite in Dolce & Gabana. Delicate enough not arouse his father's attention and a perfect compliment to his own lean form.

The bottle popped when Lex drew it away from Clark and a little of it spilled over the boy's chest. Clark felt the cold slide and tried to catch it before it hit the coverlet only to have a warm mouth suck it off his skin. All teasing aside, it felt really, really good.

Especially since the talking had stopped.

Buffy moved closer and caught Clark's mouth in a kiss. The fingers of one hand slid through his hair while the other traced random patterns down the side of his neck and over his shoulder. She was tired of talking and had absolutely no desire to spend any more time thinking about other women in Lex's life - past or future. Or in Clark's, either, for that matter. This was their time, just for them to be together.

And if she recalled correctly, which she did because it had only been a few minutes, they had a request to fulfill. Clark wanted both Lex and herself, and they'd agreed to arrange it.

"Mmmm... girl after my own heart." Lex took another swig off the bottle and let the cold seep into his mouth as he set it down on the tray. He swallowed the water before leaning over and sucking one of Clark's nipples into his mouth. His lover shivered, his hand coming up to rest on the back of Lex's head and hold him in place. Just the reaction Lex was looking for.

Two mouths on his body. Clark could no longer imagine having only one person kissing him. It all felt so good. Buffy's kiss was sweet and gentle, almost as though she was afraid of hurting him when they both knew she couldn't.

Lex... Lex was the primal one. His mouth was harder and more forceful which made sense because he was a guy. A guy who was sucking on his nipple and whose hand was on his thigh. Nope... not the thigh anymore. Now it was between his legs.

Smooth wrist pressing up against his balls and fingers... long fingers doing things that were definitely illegal in Kansas.

Buffy knew she was still holding back, still being careful. She had to be, because even though she couldn't hurt Clark, she could hurt Lex. And she refused to let that happen.

Oh, she could be forceful and she could be possessive, and she could go positively cave-girl when pushed far enough... coiled within her lay the spirit that made her the Slayer, and that part of her could be very primal. If she was being honest with herself, that part scared her. Because if she ever lost control, that was the part that would hurt someone.

Interesting to have a partner that he couldn't mark, no matter how hard he tried. At one part in his life, rough sex had been his favored style. Coming home with scratches and hickeys and bruises had been a common occurrence... anything to piss off dear old Dad. And if there had been pictures or an addition to his juvenile record to go along with those ensigns of the Luthor Scion's deviant behavior, well that was just an added bonus.

But here was a lover he could not mark. Could not leave any sign that he'd even been there... no flag that proclaimed that this gorgeous boy was the property of Alexander Joseph Luthor. Probably for the best - Jonathan Kent finding such a sign on his precious boy would not be good.

So he could be as savage as he liked and Clark's beautiful skin would bear no sign of it. None at all...

Interesting...

Clark's fingers tightened in Buffy's hair and he whimpered. He was out of his depth and he knew it... not that he cared. The soft feel of Buffy's mouth combined with the bites from Lex were just the right combination of sensation. Jarring and soothing at the same time.

Buffy pressed closer to Clark, making soft sounds in her throat to both encourage and soothe him. She could understand if he was feeling a little lost. Heck, if she'd ever been the focus of attention from two people who loved her... she'd have been feeling more than a little lost, herself.

More bites down the expanse of satiny skin, his teeth leaving an impression for a second or two before it was absorbed and wiped away as though it had never been. Lex could not leave a mark on Clark's body... all he could do was leave a mark on his heart. He prayed that mark would not be a black one. That years from now Clark would look back and remember him with affection; rather than disgust.

Every person he'd touched - turned on him. Every person he truly loved - either betrayed him or left him. The thought of losing Clark terrified Lex. Whether he was a mutant, an alien, or a home-grown Kansas boy; Clark was in his heart and would always be there.

Lex heard the whimpers and eased up. Had to remember that Clark was an innocent, that he wasn't responsible for those other betrayals. Clark was his friend and Clark loved him... and trusted him enough to give Lex the one thing that could destroy him... his secret.

The teeth were gone and Clark missed them. He broke away from Buffy, apologizing with a kiss on her cheek. "Lex?" Steel-grey eyes clouded with an emotion he'd never seen before greeted that question. "You're not hurting me. It feels good... It's nice to know that I can feel. Bullets don't do anything more than bruise..."

Buffy also looked down, reading the emotion in Lex's eyes... and feeling an answering feeling within herself. She'd been right, earlier; she and Lex really must have more in common than they ever knew. Different reasons for it, but similar issues. But Lex wasn't used to sharing his feelings with anyone... he didn't have understanding or support from anyone. Until now. If he would just open up to her or to Clark or to both of them... he could have all the support and love that he ever needed.

And she could too.

She reached out and ran her fingers gently over Lex's scalp, lightly caressed smooth skin. "We don't need marks on our bodies to prove that we belong to you, Lex," she murmured very softly, gently. "We belong anyway. But if you feel the need... I can be marked. It won't stay long, but it can happen." Once, in a fit of needy passion, Buffy had left marks on Riley.

They'd taken over a week to heal, and she'd felt badly about it... but at the same time, part of her felt that as long as her marks were there, no one would even think to try to hurt him or take him away. Maybe Lex had similar motivations.

Had he become that transparent? Probably... the fact that he'd been gnawing on Clark was a dead giveaway. Lex closed his eyes for a moment before turning his head and sinking his teeth into her wrist. Not hard enough to break the skin - that might come later and might not. The irony wasn't lost on him as the monster marred the angel, tore at her wings and left her battered and bruised. Aching like he always ached.

Clark's protective nature kicked in when Lex bit and he almost stopped him. But the look in Lex's eyes was warning enough. This was something Lex needed to do and Buffy wasn't complaining. So he lay there and he watched as Lex gentled the bite, licked at her skin and left an apologetic kiss.

Buffy's eyes brightened with a fierce emotion that even she couldn't put a name to when Lex bit her. It didn't hurt as much as she'd expected, and it felt... it felt good to know that he wanted to do it. Even if she was his second choice. When his mouth gentled, her fingers curled inward and caressed his cheek gently. The mark remained on her wrist, livid against her pale skin. It would fade in a matter of hours, but it would remain long enough to fulfill the need.

Buffy kept her eyes on Lex's and, when he released her arm, she lifted her wrist to her lips and laid a kiss on top of his mark. She wasn't entirely sure why... it just seemed like the right thing to do. This was a situation she'd never been in before.

And an emotion she'd never felt before.

Oh God... this was the woman he was going to marry. No longer an idle concept. He never expected to marry for love anyway, so why not have a companion who was not only beautiful but somehow got where he was coming from.

Hard throb in his gut, even harder one in his cock as she pressed that perfect mouth on the blasphemy he'd left behind. Clark might have her first, but he would have her... more than once. Feel those slender arms around him and those gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist while he slaked his thirst.

Forgotten for the moment, Clark watched the exchange between Lex and Buffy with curiosity. Sometimes he just didn't understand adults. They were naked. Naked and in bed together and nothing was happening. It was so hard to resist the urge to bounce on the bed or do something, anything to capture their attention – but he managed and he waited.

Buffy recognized the fire in Lex's eyes and smiled at him as her own eyes kindled in a slightly gentler way. She leaned down to kiss him, biting at his lips lightly as her mouth closed over his. At the same time, her other hand - the unmarked one - found Clark's chest and began to rub against his nipple. Teasing him gently while her mouth was otherwise occupied.

He had to respond in kind with a kiss and then another kiss and another. Without thinking about it, Lex crawled up Clark's body and draped himself over that warm frame. He sought another kiss even as Clark moaned, his hips rocking upward, hard cock juddering along Lex's hip and painting his skin with promise.

Better. Much better. Full stretch of Lex's body on his, lean hips and flat stomach and acres and acres of smooth skin. Clark buried his face in the curve of Lex's shoulder, reached down and oh yeah... pulled Lex in closer. Hand on another guy's ass and he wasn't freaking out. It felt too good for him to freak out. This was good, this was great, this was Lex. And Lex was kissing Buffy and the sight was almost enough to make him come again.

Buffy closed her eyes and let herself whimper as Lex scrambled closer and kissed her. She gave in to it, giving Lex the control over her that he wanted. She wouldn't always be submissive, couldn't always restrain her power and her instinct to give back as good as she got. But she thought Lex needed it, tonight... and so she gave him everything she could, including herself and her surrender. Because he needed it. And because she loved him.

Soft, soft mouth under his and Clark Kent's hand on his ass. Could life get any better than this? When Clark bucked again, Lex remembered that it could. Breaking away from Buffy wasn't easy but there were needy sounds coming from the vicinity of his left shoulder and he had to respond to them. "Clark, you haven't been forgotten."

"I know... It just... aches." The slow slide across Lex's hip wasn't enough contact. Clark needed more. He wanted more... he wanted everything. Denied contact with other children when he was young for fear he'd hurt them left him eager to be touched. To feel...

"We know it does," Buffy murmured gently, spreading gentle kisses along the side of Clark's neck. "What do you want, love? Tell us... please?" Buffy could guess easily enough, but she wanted him to say it. Wanted him to learn that it was okay to speak up, to ask for what he wanted without being embarrassed about it. It was a lesson she'd taken a very long time to learn, because of her past, and it was her hope to help Clark avoid that kind of issue.

"Both of you. But I don't know how it would work." He had the basics down. Involuntary flashes of x-ray vision in the middle of the night had provided more than he'd ever wanted to know about his parents' relationship. And that was something he was never going to share with anyone.

Clark understood how one on one worked but the rest of it, with adding another person - he just couldn't fit into his world view. He could feel the blush starting as he thought about earlier when Lex had done that thing. The one that made it perfectly clear where Lex's cock could fit.

"Now this is something I can clear up." Lex laughed as he rolled off of Clark. "It's all about positioning. Given your size, Buffy, I don't think you want to be on the bottom, do you?"

Buffy lifted one eyebrow. "Are you implying that I couldn't handle it?" She shook her head and smiled. "I'm sure I'll be fine, however you want to set this up, Lex. I can take it." She was normally not at all confident in herself in anything resembling a sexual situation - and this didn't even qualify as 'resembling'; it was the most sexual situation she'd ever been in.

Despite her sexual insecurities, her strength was something she had complete confidence in. But she would go along with whatever Lex thought would work out best.

"Clark wants us both, so he'll get us both." Taking Clark from behind would be the easiest and it was his preferred position. But mainly because he really didn't care to look into someone's eyes when he did this. Too intimate...

But with Clark, he wanted that. Wanted the intimacy, the emotion that he'd always hidden from before. Lex wanted to look into Clark's eyes as he sank in, inch by inch, until nothing existed between them beyond a thin sheen of sweat.

Unfortunately, face-to-face would have to wait until later.

"It would be easier if you were on the bottom. I'm sure Clark can keep from crushing you. And I'll need some..." Lex reached for the nightstand and pulled open the top drawer. Before either of them could get a glimpse inside, he extricated a small vial of oil and set it on the bed.

"I'm fine with being on the bottom," Buffy replied lightly. "If I can throw him across the room, I'm sure I can help support him for this." She couldn't stop herself from looking at Clark and winking as that comment slipped. He'd gotten such a thrill out of her strength, and it was an incredible feeling that he gave her by his easy-going enjoyment of it. Might surprise Lex, but he'd adjust.

"You threw Clark across the room? I shouldn't be surprised... Slayer abilities are legendary but..." Lex shook his head, laughing at himself. How could he have forgotten? Spike had waxed on for hours about that particular subject, in between cigarettes and glass after glass of good whiskey.

"She did. A couple of times. It was fun." Clark's smile broadened as he returned Buffy's wink. Then it hit him. He was going to have sex. Sex with Buffy. His eyes widened and he gulped.

Which earned another laugh from Lex as well as a knowing look. "Relax, Clark. I promise there won't be a written exam later... Maybe an oral, but not a written."

A soft peal of laughter escaped Buffy at that comment. "Oh, he'll pass the oral with flying colors. He's good at remembering the physical stuff. Aren't you Clark?" She winked at him again and leaned in for a kiss. When Clark's arms wrapped around her, she wrapped hers around him and moved them both so she was lying on her back and he was half-on top of her. Granted that she could have moved him all the way, but she didn't want to push him too fast.

"Relax, love," she whispered against his lips. "Everything will be fine..."

She was soft in places where Lex had been hard. Clark wriggled closer, one leg slipping between hers and then the other. He drew in a quick breath and thrust forward a little when she hooked her ankles around his calves.

Clear miss of the target but that was to be expected. Lex propped himself up on one elbow, his hand skimming down Clark's back. Another difference from a human, Clark was warmer and that spoke well for cold winter nights. "Lift up a little, Clark. That's better." He could just reach between Clark's legs and guide him in... and while that was really what he wanted to do, Lex had to let Clark find the way in on his own.

Buffy whimpered softly from the pressure of the thrust. Even if he'd missed, Clark was still doing a great job of making her feel good. The pressure sent little sparks of pleasure dancing inwards. She was tempted, like Lex, to reach down and guide the head of his cock to her entrance... but she wanted him to be able to find it for himself. She let her knees fall further apart, leaving herself as open to him as she could be.

He was close... very close to the right spot. Just a little more shifting and he would be there... and then in. And she wanted him inside her. Badly.

Clark followed Lex's directions, although he did it his own way. He braced his hands on either side of Buffy's head and raised himself up. Looking down, the x-ray vision kicked in for a second and he shifted to the left. Then groaned as the heat registered and then the wet and oh god... tight.

The most awe-inspiring thing Lex had seen in his entire life was the look on Clark's face. His friend's mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide for a second, then closed. Lex knew that look, knew that feeling. That first rush of sensation as you pushed into the sweetest, hottest place in the whole world. The tight clutch in your chest, the urge to just keep pushing further and further in until you disappear entirely.

Add to that what he saw when he looked down and Lex had to reach for his own cock. Had to squeeze tightly around the base as he watched Buffy take him in. Inch by inch, the girl shifting once he was halfway, lifting her legs up to give him a little more room.

Buffy's mouth opened in a long, low moan when Clark was fully inside of her. He was huge, barely fitting fully in her little body; she couldn't be sure, but she thought she could feel the head of his cock against her cervix. He was in that deep. And she hadn't felt anything quite like it since her seventeenth birthday.

Eyes open wide, Buffy looked from Clark to Lex and noticed the look of strain on his face. He was watching them intently and obviously found it an erotic sight... though whether he wanted to be in her place or in Clark's, she was entirely unsure of.

She returned her gaze to Clark and gave a tiny upward thrust of her hips to indicate that she was fine and that he could begin to move. Her hands settled on his hips and she very lightly guided him into a slow rhythm... one that would likely drive them both crazy in short order.

Okay, the whole virgin thing and waiting until marriage just went out the window. No wonder parents and teachers drilled that into your head because if they didn't nobody would ever graduate high school. He'd never felt anything like this. Not even running at top speed felt this good.

His hands tightened in the coverlet as Clark followed her lead. If he started talking, he'd end up babbling so he kept quiet. Well, as quiet as he could with all the other noises he was making. Buffy felt... amazing.

Oh this was getting better and better. Clark was noisy, a sure-fire turn-on for Lex. He didn't care for a lover who talked in bed but one who made all those needy little groans and moans and that incredible whimper - that he liked. A lot.

"Mmmm... how does he feel, Buffy? Is it good?" He leaned forward, brushing his mouth against her ear and smiling when she shivered. "Does he fill you up? He's got such a big cock. Long and thick and hot..." If he couldn't feel it himself, he could at least hear it from her.

"Mmmm," she purred gently, her hips shifting in an achingly slow way to move against Clark, though she knew it wouldn't last long. "He fills me up so good... so big, so hot, so deep inside me. It's like I can feel him everywhere all at once..."

And she could. Every time he slid in, his girth stretched her out and pressed everywhere at once. He was following her lead and keeping it slow and careful... though more out of concern for her, she guessed, while her concern was for him. Most virgins had control issues, and though she wasn't exactly surprised to learn that Clark's control was better than most, she certainly wasn't pushing him at all.

She knew a number of tricks that she would share with him when she thought he could handle it... tricks she'd probably try on Lex at the first opportunity. But for now... she could handle this. Just as it was.

Oh God - words and voices - Lex's low and deep and Buffy's a purr beside his ear. Clark felt his heart seize up a moment later when Lex's hand cupped his ass and squeezed. There were fingers... fingers right there and oops... Clark watched Buffy's eyes widen as he slammed into her in response to that touch.

Strong didn't even cover it. For either of them. That thrust should have put her through the mattress but all Buffy did was arch up into it. Lex's mouth was dry and for a moment he feared for his own personal safety when they finally got around to him bottoming for Clark. Bottoming wasn't something he did often. Lex had control issues and he freely admitted that... at least to himself.

He fumbled for the oil, his hands shaking so badly that it took a few tries to get it open. Lex poured a measure into his palm, capped the vial again and slid it under a pillow. While Clark and Buffy continued to move, he slicked up his fingers and then his cock.

Buffy took a couple of moments to reassure Clark that she wasn't hurt, even as she kept them moving. She'd seen his eyes go wide when hers did, seen his immediate reaction and the fear that he'd hurt her. Honestly, she might ache a little bit later on... but Lex's bite on her wrist had left more of a mark, and she was confident she would be fine. Lots of good sex tended to leave her aching a little later, anyway.

She alternated between watching Clark and watching Lex... when Lex's cock was glistening with oil, she reached out one hand and caressed it with her fingertips. Gently, just barely touching. It wasn't what he wanted... she knew he wanted Clark... but he let her touch for a minute, and she smiled a bit at that.

Pity he couldn't tell Pete about this. Or anybody, for that matter. Nothing ever felt this good, nothing in the world. And suddenly it got even better when he felt Lex's hand come back and there were fingers again. Fingers rubbing a place Clark had never even considered sexy until Lex touched it.

Touched it, circled it, pressed in and little and then back out again. His rocking staggered, slowed and finally stopped while Clark waited for whatever was going to happen next. His head dropped down below the level of his shoulders and he was panting but he stayed still.

A natural. Clark Kent was a fucking natural. He was better at following subtle direction than anybody Lex had ever been with. One fingertip inside and the boy was stock still - blowing like a racehorse after the Kentucky Derby and trembling - but not moving in either direction. Lex slid that finger all the way in and he wasn't sure who groaned. Could have been him, could have been Clark... probably was both.

Buffy wrapped her arms around Clark's neck and traced idle patterns over the skin of his neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, forcing the rest of her body to remain absolutely still. Her whole body hummed and ached and demanded that she move, do something... but she didn't. She held herself to the almost unnatural stillness that only a predator on the hunt was capable of.

When pressed, she could hold herself perfectly still for as long as was necessary... an ability she'd held onto after dealing with the spirit of the first Slayer. Though doing it while aroused and with a cock buried inside her body, her senses demanding fulfillment, was something she'd never imagined trying... and was proving to be almost impossible.

Almost. But not quite.

Clark was still trembling as Lex eased the first finger out and added another. That finally drew words, choked out between pants and not completely coherent but still recognizable. "Leeex... w-want..." Another pant and a shake of his head, trying to get the hair out of his eyes. It was time for his mom to cut his bangs again. And thinking of his mom while buried in Buffy and with Lex pushing warm fingers into his ass wasn't the smartest of ideas.

He could just see the frown on her face and hear the disappointment in her voice. Not good... so not good.

"What do you want, Clark? Do you want more?" He hoped the physiology was the same, he really did. So far it felt almost the same, canted back a little more than he expected and, God, so much hotter than a human but still pretty much the same. Lex spread his fingers, earning a strangled whine from Clark and then he felt it. Hard little knot, which he rubbed.

And Clark went wild. Hard, hard thrusts that shook the whole bed. His head thrown back and eyes closed, it was all Lex could do to keep his fingers inside. He shifted from lying on his side to kneeling between Clark's legs so he could keep the angle right.

Shaken from her heavy concentration, Buffy couldn't stop a shrill cry from escaping her when Clark suddenly began to thrust again, hard. He was shaking her, shaking the bed, even shaking Lex around a bit. She had absolutely no idea what had just happened, but it threw her off balance completely. If she hadn't just had an ample demonstration of the fact that Clark couldn't really hurt her, she would likely have been very afraid of whatever was going on.

As it was, she was more than a little startled and confused.

"Clark... Clark... ease up." Lex started to withdraw his fingers and the noise Clark made startled him. His friend was growling, deep and low as he slowed down. Lex felt another thrill of fear when Clark looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes dark and wild.

"Don't stop." No hint of the shy boy Lex knew. This wasn't Clark. It was the most sexual creature Lex had ever had the pleasure to meet but this wasn't his friend. This was an alien...

Fear turned into adrenaline, smoky hot honey in his veins and Lex followed his lover's command. He pushed his fingers back in, located that spot again and rubbed. Got another rumbling growl in response, then a slow rock forward and an equally slow rock back. Clark was loosening up with every pass and Lex... Lex was ready for this. Had been ready for it five seconds after meeting Clark.

Shaken, but calmer as Clark relaxed, Buffy opened her eyes and attempted to keep track of what was happening. She moved slowly with Clark and let the soft, growling sound fill her ears. Otherwise she stayed largely still and silent. She might not be able to really see what was happening, but she knew in general terms what was going on... and knew that it only peripherally involved her.

She was really only involved because Clark's dick was inside her body, and if he hadn't wanted them both, neither he nor Lex would have really missed her. She would just have to control herself and be patient. Wait quietly. There was no other choice.

Once he was satisfied that Lex wasn't going to stop what he was doing, Clark returned his attention to Buffy. He dipped his head down, nuzzling her cheek and kissing wherever he could reach. She turned into those touches, their mouths meeting and he felt her tremble. Felt her tighten around him when he slid all the way back in.

With his free hand, Lex retrieved the oil, leaning over Clark's back to reach it. He was probably going to need a little more lube. No matter how accepting Clark's body was, it was still going to burn a little and he wanted to ease the way as much as possible. Taking advantage of Clark's shift of focus, Lex removed his fingers, popped open the vial and slicked half the contents over his cock before he heard a questioning sound.

Buffy, who could see just a little of Lex preparing himself for Clark, made a little soothing sound and distracted her young lover with a kiss. She held him against her body and kissed him slow and deep. Tongues tangled and explored, she kissed him with all the power of her myriad, mixed-up emotions. But despite her confusion, she loved him. Loved them both, and it showed. In her touches, in her kisses, even in her eyes when she opened them.

Beautiful eyes. Open and trusting and gentle. Clark rubbed his nose against Buffy's, kissing her again while he waited for what was going to happen. She felt so good, so perfect. He couldn't imagine being with any other woman, not after this. And he'd only met her that morning.

Lex gripped his cock in one hand and Clark's hip with the other. He rubbed the head up and down over the opening, waiting until Clark lifted up again. Then he pushed forward and was rewarded by a groan from Clark, a shudder from Buffy and a long, slow slide into the hottest, tightest ass he'd ever had the pleasure of taking.

Worth it. All those months of longing. Of waiting and watching and wondering. It was all worth it to have this. To feel Clark move against him, move back into him. Lex couldn't keep his eyes open, not even for Clark.

Full... so full... surrounded by the people he loved and needed and wanted to be with. Where Lex was burned but there wasn't any pain. Not even a hint of pain.

Buffy spent a minute gauging the rhythm Lex used before beginning to lift her hips when Lex's down-stroke pushed Clark into her at the same time. Her arms still around Clark's neck, she kissed along his cheek to his ear and murmured softly, "Does it feel good to you, baby? Do we make you feel good?" Clark looked for all the world like he was thoroughly enjoying every second of this... but she needed to be sure.

It was a long-standing habit of hers that she just had to ask, especially her first time with someone. More remnants of past trauma; the damage Angelus had done to her sexual confidence was astounding at times. He'd hurt her so much that even now, four years later and more than a thousand miles away, she still had to question her abilities. Even though she'd learned so much and come a long way in the intervening years... even though she'd done as much as she could to heal and get past what he'd done, she still doubted herself.

"Oh yeah..." Clark's sunny smile was back. This wasn't what he'd imagined where sex was concerned. It was a hundred times... a billion times better. He could feel all his fears of spending the rest of his life alone, all his doubts about his powers... all of it sloughing away as the three of them rocked together.

Lex could almost hear the smile in Clark's voice. If he hadn't been so occupied with trying not to come, he would have gone looking for it. His skin was humming. Hell, his whole body was humming. From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet and everywhere in between. This was all he'd ever wanted, all he'd prayed for... and more.

"You're perfect, Buffy. So perfect... And God... Lex..." Clark's eyelids dropped down as he felt the rhythm change. Harder thrusts now, harder and shallower while the hand on his hip shifted to his shoulders. Lex was using his body as a fulcrum, rising up over his back and pushing in deep for three strokes... shallow for four or five... deep again.

"Good," Buffy purred softly in Clark's ear. It was supposed to be good... to be as perfect as it could be. That was the whole idea.

She arched her hips up, keeping an eye on Lex and trying to anticipate his rhythm. She fumbled a bit every so often when he randomized the pattern, but Clark didn't appear to notice. Probably hyper-aware of the pleasure filling his body rather than whether or not she was able to keep up with Lex. But she tried. For him, and for her, she tried. She couldn't think of anything else that she could do, from where she was, and she wanted this feeling to last forever.

More impressed with her every second. Even when Lex staggered the pace, she managed to keep up. Clark was gone... really gone. He was your basic trembling, moaning golden mass of muscle - acres and acres of skin so perfectly tanned the boy could work as the Coppertone spokes-model. Hell, they'd probably triple their sales with Clark on their billboards.

Lex guided Clark through the motions, encouraging him with a hand on his hip, pushing and spreading at the same time. He wasn't going to look down. If he looked down where their bodies were joined and saw his cock - his bare cock sliding into and out of Clark, he'd come in an instant. And he had a reputation to uphold here.

Warmth everywhere. So much skin, too much... he was on overload. Didn't know where to look or how to touch and thank God Lex had them all in control. Moving them like pieces on his chessboard, pushing them towards some goal that Clark hoped was far off... because he'd didn't want this to end.

Ever.

Buffy whimpered softly; her senses were beginning to hit overload again. Not that anything was going to stop her, but Clark... the way he filled her body so completely, made her feel so fully possessed... it was driving her crazy. It felt so good. But she managed to keep going, keep moving. Keep the feeling from fading, from ending.

She was rather enjoying watching Clark melt from sensory overload, too. He barely even seemed coherent, anymore... too swept up in what he was feeling. Which was good. And Lex didn't look too far behind them, his expression that of a person living a dream they never thought could become real.

And Buffy was glad that, however indirectly, she'd been able to help make it happen.

Lex shifted up further on his knees, compensated for the odd cant within Clark and was rewarded by a full body shudder. Oh yeah, that got Clark where he lived. Moving in counterpoint now, screwing himself onto Lex's cock in an effort to find more of that feeling...

Like an electric shock, or a thousand times stronger and without the whole pain factor. Whatever that was, whatever Lex was hitting with every single thrust was narrowing Clark's focus to the most basic instinct. Thrust forward into a warm, willing girl who rose up to meet him with sweet kisses and moans of her own. Then back, into the smooth cradle of Lex's hips, feeling that prod deep inside as it shifted and slipped and sent him hurtling toward the great unknown.

Buffy held tightly to Clark, her moans turning into soft cries. She was close, and she knew it. It would only take a little more... just a little. Reaching for it on her own, she shifted the angle of her hips slightly as she rose to meet Clark again; the subtle shift made Clark's shaft rub right across her g-spot and she cried out louder. It was more of a struggle to maintain the right angle, but God was it worth it. So worth it.

Hard shove up and into Clark, both hands on the boy's hips. Lex knew he should reach around and give Buffy a hand but he was too caught up in his own world. Later, he'd tend to her later... right now he was listening to the music of the spheres and fighting his own climax tooth and nail. Couldn't come until Clark did...

"Oh God." Back arching, driving harder and harder into Buffy. His hands tangled in the bedspread, crumpling the sheets below it. Fingers curving inward to keep from clawing his way through the mattress. Lex did something amazing that sent sparks of white light across his vision and Clark finally lost any semblance of control.

Faster and deeper and harder. The whole bed shaking, wood stressed far beyond what was expected of it and Clark threw his head back. His voice was a scream and what came out of his mouth was in no language Lex had ever heard... and he was an expert in at least half a dozen. Then everything went so tight Lex thought he was going to die.

Buffy's eyes went wide and she shivered as Clark's scream washed through her. Deep and primal, sounding like words yet not... and she wondered if somewhere deep inside, he remembered the language his people spoke. Not that it mattered. What really mattered was the trembling of his body and the way he thrust deep into her. She could see Lex's eyes squeeze tightly and knew that he was close, too.

It was all she could do to keep herself moving, to ride them through it. It was hard to keep up any kind of rhythm anymore, but she tried valiantly. For their sakes, as much as for her own. At the moment, she considered her own needs secondary.

Tight, too tight. Painful as hell, raw scrape along his nerves and it was a damn good thing that pain was a turn-on. Lex grunted, tearing at his bottom lip with his teeth as he waited for the storm to break.

And break it did. Clark moved, thrusting once more and crying out in a voice that sounded just this side of desperate. Hard pulse inside Buffy's body, spilling everything into her as deep as he could go.

Answering pulse from Lex along with a growl and words barked out between thrusts. "God... Clark... Never letting you go. Jesus... how much... how much do your parents w-ant for y-you... fuck."

Buffy's eyes went wide again and she almost had to suppress a smirk. **God, Lex, possessive much?** Not that she had any trouble understanding the feeling... she never wanted to let Clark go, either. Or Lex, for that matter. Would they eventually let her go? With her past, it was more than likely, but she tried very hard not to dwell on that. Instead, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the here and now.

The rush of heat that filled her body, the pressure within and above her. Almost too much to handle...

Clark shuddered, his eyes opening wide as he felt a rush of wet warmth deep inside. His gaze found Buffy's, caught the desperation there as was at a loss of what to do. Normally he would appeal to Lex for help with things beyond his experience but his friend... his mentor was currently having a crisis of his own.

Pleasure, sharp and strong and better than any of the drugs he'd taken – even better than the ones he'd cooked up in his lab at Met U. Bright flash behind his closed eyes and he was clutching at Clark. Whimpering something about love and monsters and gods and angels and Christ when was his mouth going to stop moving?

Lex's body kept up somehow, kept them glued together even through the burst of staccato thrusts that blew his rhythm all to hell. Sweat finally prickled between his shoulders, trails of it sliding down his back while Clark moaned underneath him and basically collapsed.

Leaving Buffy high and dry if the look on her face was any indication. Not good... In Lex's bed, there was one cardinal rule. Everybody comes.

Buffy just barely managed to suppress a whimper when Clark collapsed. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, even as her fingers twined into his hair and combed gently through it. She had no idea if she could possibly stand the tension in her body, though she'd been told that eventually it would fade and her body would calm of its own accord. She'd never been in this position before, though...

Her past lovers had all been experienced and made sure she came before collapsing. Usually more than once. But she had to be patient with Clark, knowing he was inexperienced and this was his first time with sex. That helped her mentally, a little. But her body continued to tremble, and she couldn't help that.

Then, suddenly, Clark was pulled out of her grasp. She opened her eyes in surprise and saw Lex gently shifting Clark aside. What was he planning, now?

Clark slumped beside Buffy, too boneless to move. His eyes opened slowly as the bed dipped beside him and he caught sight of Lex. Who was lying down between Buffy's legs, the flickering light from the fireplace reflected off the back of his head. Pink flicker of tongue against her skin, mouth and nose disappearing as he settled in.

Intoxicating combination, Clark's thick, sweet come and Buffy's own unique flavor. He didn't have time to dawdle though. Their lover was wound tighter than a drum and Lex understood exactly how that felt.

Buffy arched up into Lex's mouth and cried out. "God... Lex... mmmm, feels so good..." She couldn't help the words that tumbled from her lips as her uneasy trembling eased. Her hands slid down and rested on his head, fingers tracing idle patterns. Out of habit that had saved many an injury to Riley in the past, her hands were carefully controlled and gentle. She wouldn't hurt him if she could possibly avoid it.

She would have to move her hands when she came to avoid causing bruises... but she could do that. She hoped. Damn, he was talented, though. He seemed to know exactly how much she could take, and how little she was able to handle teasing right now.

Two fingers in quickly, drawing a gasp from her and a buck upward that ground his nose and chin into the slick folds. He was going to be wearing her for hours, which was just fine. His fingers were nowhere near as thick as Clark's incredible cock but she didn't need thickness right now. Just accuracy.

When the hand on his head tightened, Lex knew he'd found the spot. He covered her clit with the flat of his tongue and moved side-to-side. Pulled back, nipped at it and sucked and pulled while Buffy crooned his name, her body winding tighter and tighter and tighter.

Coming back to his senses, Clark joined in. He rolled over onto his stomach and nuzzled her neck, covering one breast with his hand and petting slowly.

That did it. Sensory overload. Buffy's hands slid down from Lex's head to his shoulders, squeezing harder - not enough to do more than leave small red marks for a time, but enough Lex could tell that if not for practice and control she could easily have broken bones. As the wave of pleasure tore through her body, a moan turned into a scream and her body arched almost completely off the bed.

God, yes. Almost as satisfying as his own earlier climax. Tiny body strung bow taut, reaching for it and then ripples around his fingers. Hard and rhythmic... sure sign of a true orgasm. And damn, almost as tight as Clark at the point of no return.

Lex's dick was officially in love with Smallville.

Somehow, he managed to keep a hold of her, letting up on the pressure when she whimpered. Lex waited until Buffy slumped back onto the bed before pulling back and pulling out. When Buffy watched him through dazed eyes, he licked his fingers clean.

Clark lifted his head from her shoulder, watching Lex suck on his own fingers, dip them back inside and suck on them again. The look of pleasure on Lex's face was amazing. Intent, totally focused on extracting every bit of taste. Probably running the biochemical formulas through his head and trying to determine how to recreate them.

Buffy shivered lightly as she watched Lex. If she hadn't just come, what he was doing would be even more enticing than it already was. God... he was playing with her nerves, her senses. And somehow... she couldn't find it in her to even want to object.

When she regained enough breath to speak, she softly called Lex's name. When his eyes met hers, she smiled and softly said, "Thank you... for this, for everything." For taking care of her, for taking care of Clark... for everything he'd done today. He'd been amazingly giving, for someone accustomed to taking what he wanted.

Slow smile that sharpened as he sat back on his heels. Lex licked his upper lip, his tongue lingering on the scar and drawing a soft moan from Clark. That sound earned Clark a hand sweeping down his hip and along one thigh. Light but unmistakably possessive touch. "No. Thank you... You gave me everything I've ever wanted."

To Buffy's surprise, she received the same possessive touch. A broad-fingered hand with nails buffed to a high gloss splayed across her belly and dropping down to just above her sex. "I hope you know this isn't going to be the only time. My house... my bed is always open to you."

Buffy's smile was so bright that it was surprising that she didn't light up the room. "I'll come back, I promise. I'm glad I'm welcome, because I'm not sure I could make myself stay away." Soft words, softer voice... pleased and awed and surprised all at once. She'd come back... with or without Clark, because she suspected that their schedules would not always align. She'd be tempted to just stay here, if she didn't have Dawn to care for.

But no, she probably wouldn't have done it anyway. She didn't want to intrude... she was just happy to know she was wanted...

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