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 13

Rather than replying, Clark unwound himself from his curled up position and laid down behind her. Brooding had been his style during his years long crush on Lana. It didn't belong here at all. Not when there were naked people and skin and so many things he still wanted to learn.

Buffy shook her head slightly, but then let it go. It wasn't worth arguing over, especially not now. She would share the story later, and perhaps that would change his mind. But not now. Right now... she needed this too much.

Needed to belong, to know someone thought she was worth staying with. That someone wondered why she was still single, even if he might not have been entirely serious about that. But it didn't matter, because she needed to believe it. Needed to believe that someone cared.

There was something wet under his hip and Clark rolled away to see what it was. He retrieved the washcloth and a bottle of something. It was rubbing alcohol, the stuff his mom used when his dad got hurt on the farm. This was probably what Buffy went into the bathroom for.

Lex looked up to see Clark staring at a plastic bottle, one of his dark blue washcloths held negligently as Clark read the label. Smart girl, very smart girl. An excellent blowjob was apparently not the extent of her abilities or experience. He felt an irrational flash of jealousy over whoever had taught her the dangers inherent with anal intercourse... so much more exotic a venue than the standard high school/college age fumblings.

Good oral skills were easy to obtain if one had a lover willing to put you through the paces. The other... quite a different subject.

Buffy caught sight of a brief look of jealousy in Lex's eyes. She looked over at Clark, who was holding the bottle of alcohol in his hand. She turned back to try to puzzle out the reaction.

Then she blinked. Did he think she'd ever... ever had sex that way? "I haven't, if that's what you're wondering. But public schools in LA are a lot more, um... progressive, I guess." She paused, then added in a voice so quiet as to be nearly inaudible. "And you learn something when you fall for a cradle-robbing creature of the night..."

Relieved, Lex nodded. It was nice to know he wasn't going to have to hunt down one of her exs. And there was the whole virginal appeal. Uncharted territory and for a moment he wondered what her reaction would be the first time. With Clark - beautiful, perfect, big Clark in front and him behind. Would she stiffen and cry out in shock? Or would she simply melt?

Hard to tell until they tried it.

"Umm... could someone explain this to me? I'm a little out of my depth here." Clark pushed himself up on one elbow as Lex took the bottle and the washcloth out of his hand. His eyes widened as Lex opened the bottle, splashed some of it onto the cloth and then capped it again. They got even wider when Lex reached down and casually washed his cock, turning the cloth over and folding it up on itself several times.

"It's not healthy to go from anal sex to normal sex without cleaning up first. It could make me sick," Buffy explained gently. "It's better to be safe, and alcohol is a disinfectant." That much was probably obvious at this point, but she might as well make herself perfectly clear.

Disinfectant was certainly easier than taking a shower, although shared showers could be a lot of fun, too. Idly, Buffy wondered if Lex had a shower somewhere in this castle that was big enough for three...

"Soap and water works fine but I'm not in the mood to slow down." Lex commented, swiping one last time around the base of his cock. Thankfully sex with Clark had been amazingly clean. He wondered idly if that was just another part of the alien factor. "I hope you two are in agreement?"

More sex? Was this the time to pipe up with a yes, please? Lex was being so cool, his tone perfectly urbane while he washed his cock in front of both of them. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Clark shuddered and finally managed to nod.

Instead of answering aloud, Buffy's fingers followed Lex's until she caught his hand. She took the washcloth from him and tossed it aside, caressing his cock with her soft fingers against his skin. She explored gently, using her fingertips and her palm, and occasionally with light touches of her fingernails.

It was answer enough.

"How do we want to work this? Buffy, what would you like?" Still the host, even though many of the layers of civilization and his father's careful tutelage had been stripped away along with his clothes. Lex wasn't going to push her into anything she didn't want. Or make her witness something she didn't want to see. Even though he really wanted to bottom for Clark, Lex did have a few concerns about control issues. Being with someone who could crush your skull like an egg would give pause to even the most fearless.

Clark would go along with whatever Buffy decided. Anything at all. Being inside her had felt so good, he could definitely do that again. And then there was the whole idea of... **You can at least say it in your head, Kent, even if you can't say it out loud... Anal sex with Lex.** It even rhymed and this was not a point where he should be grinning like an idiot.

Buffy thought for a minute, then smiled. "Well, I want you, and I think Clark also wants you. Maybe we could put you in the middle this time, if you have no objections?" She knew he was a little concerned about Clark's strength, and probably hers as well. But she had the capability to keep Clark under control if it came down to it... the fact that his uncontrolled unleashing of his strength earlier hadn't hurt her reassured Buffy of that much.

They could teach Clark to be careful... if Lex agreed to it.

"Clark, is that what you want?" Lex glanced over Buffy's shoulder and the smile he got in return was blinding. There was a great deal of eagerness behind that look. "Then I have no objections. We'll need the oil again and I think it's on the floor?"

"I'll get it." Single bounce and Clark was off the bed. He zipped over to where the small vial had rolled under the nightstand and exchanged it for the bottle of alcohol that Lex still held.

There was an odd whooshing sound, which was probably caused by the shifting of the fabric of time. Lex stared at the spot where Clark had been only to feel the bed dip again on the other side. He rolled toward Buffy and there was Clark behind her. Still smiling but sans bottle of alcohol and a quick glance toward the far corner revealed that the washcloth was gone too.

Buffy giggled and turned an indulgent smile on Clark. "You're really getting a kick out of showing off, aren't you? It's nice to not have to hide all the time, I know." She hadn't seen anyone with this much exuberant energy since she was a kid... and Clark was even faster than she was. He must've been a handful as a child...

The sound had to be caused by the air bending around Clark. Simple aerodynamics and his professors at Princeton would be coming in their pants trying to figure out the vectors and flow dynamics. Hell, Lex was getting hard himself thinking about them. Or was that because Clark had reached over Buffy's hip and was stroking him?

"I hate having to hide. There's so many things I can do but I have to keep it quiet." Lex's cock was warm and felt like nothing Clark had ever touched in his life. Sure he'd played with his own but there was hair that got into everything and Lex was perfectly smooth.

Not wanting Buffy to be left out, Lex trailed his fingers down her throat. Feather-light touch, a whisper of sensation against her skin. "You have to, Clark. I can protect you for the most part but you're going to have to be careful." Lex could protect him and would. Rog had been MIA since the storm that tore through town. It was time to step up his efforts to locate the missing reporter and find out what he actually knew about Clark.

"We both have to be careful. I'm no longer in a town where my entire graduating class knows at least a little about what I do. But we can always share with each other, and that will help a lot." Buffy smiled and tipped her head up to expose her throat to Lex a little more. At the same time, her hand slid around behind her body to find Clark's cock. Feather-light fingertips danced along his length, teasing and rubbing.

Lex smiled as Clark shuddered and rocked forward into what probably was Buffy's hand. Oh yes, this was going to be a very interesting relationship. Clark responded so beautifully to every touch, arching up like willing ancient sacrifice. And Buffy, while her reactions were a little more muted, she was no less delightful.

The hand around his cock tightened and Lex found himself moving up into it as well. Now here was the one place where Clark wasn't hesitant. Not surprising given his age and development. When Lex had been sixteen... well, when he'd been sixteen his cock had been just about everywhere. But Clark's hand was probably the only place Clark's had been outside the confines of his boxers.

He dipped forward to follow the path his own hand had blazed down Buffy's body. Faint hint of vanilla, a little girl's perfume. She should be wearing something more sophisticated - something clean and floral and came in bottles that cost a thousand dollars an ounce. He wondered if she would accept it from him... or if she'd like a truck with only a few miles on it...

Buffy wrapped her free arm around Lex and pulled him closer. She leaned in and asked in a soft whisper, "What do you want, Lex?" then turned her head to catch his lips in a kiss. He'd asked Clark what he wanted, asked her what she wanted... what did Lex want? Buffy was curious. And she hoped he wouldn't insist on playing the host every time they came over, because that could get a little strange after a while.

With her other hand, Buffy drew her nails lightly along the length of Clark's cock before closing her fist around it and pumping with long, slow strokes.

“What do I want?” Well, she asked, so he would provide. "To feel you around me." Lex murmured against her mouth, the words vibrating through her, seduction evident in every syllable. "To be so deep inside you that when you breathe, you feel me. I want your mouth, your hands, your sweet tight pussy. I want to hear you whimper my name when you come."

Oh man. When Lex talked like that something curled up inside of Clark's stomach. Tight and hard and he couldn't stop moving into Buffy's hand. Lex was talking about Buffy but a ghost of that sensation was there again, the feel of Lex against his back, the fullness and the heat and the sound...

Oh, God... Buffy moaned and her hips pressed forward without her conscious thought. She wanted Lex... God, did she want him. No one had ever made her feel like this with only his words, with tones that flowed over her like a wave and left her feeling suddenly needy.

She wanted to answer him, but the words stuck in her throat. She didn't know how to talk like that, and it felt... felt weird to even want to try. But she did want to.

"Are you wet for me?" he followed those words with a lick at the corner of her mouth. "Do you want me to feel how wet you are? Show me, sweetheart, take my hand and show me." Yes. Just as responsive as Clark. Lex could feel her against his thigh, could feel the slickness but he wanted Buffy to guide his hand into place.

Clark was whimpering, lips compressed as he tried to keep the sound from leaking out. But Lex's voice and those words and the way Buffy was moving into him. No wonder Lex got laid all the time. All he had to do was open his mouth and women melted.

This was a different sort of request, but one she thought she could handle. Buffy found Lex's hand with her own, pressed hers on top and slid them together down her hip and to the apex of her thighs. Her legs parted before she really even thought about it, and her fingers rested lightly on his as she pressed them against slick flesh until they slid between the folds.

Her whimper echoed Clark's when Lex's fingers slid over her... her pussy. Geez, why was it so hard to even think the word? Probably because she'd never used it before.

Perfect compliance and so submissive as he turned his hand, sliding further down. Heel pressed against the pubic bone, grinding into it as he teased her clit, then slid two fingers into her. Buffy arched towards him, breasts flattened against his chest and eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes... that's right where I want to be, Buffy. Right where my fingers are. Do you want that? Do you want me there?" Lex hesitated as if waiting for a response. When all that came was a moan from Buffy and another whimper from Clark, Lex took her bottom lip in between his teeth and pressed down for a moment. Then let go. "Tell me..."

If she didn't answer, Clark was going to do it for her. He wanted everything Lex was describing. He wanted to watch it, to hear it and be part of it. Even if all he did was watch...

"Yes... God, yes... Lex... want you in me," Buffy finally managed to reply in a light voice, almost a whimper. She arched up into Lex's hand, pressed close. She opened her eyes just barely enough to find his mouth and catch it with hers, kissing him passionately.

Long deep kiss that seared a path all the way down to his toes. And Clark's hand had turned a little, his stroke getting rougher. But neither was enough to break Lex's concentration on the goal at hand. Which was making Buffy feel wanted, something he thought she really needed. "I want that too, baby. I need you to let go of Clark's cock... I know it feels so good in your hand but I need to move you."

Which meant he'd have to let go of Lex as well. Clark didn't like that idea but he had to live with it. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Lex and drew his hand back.

With one more caress, Buffy released Clark as Lex requested. She was pretty sure she knew where this was going, and Clark would be taken care of, too. And he'd enjoy it.

Both arms now free, she wrapped them around Lex's neck and pressed her body fully against him, holding tightly. "Where do you want me?" she asked softly. She wanted this... wanted to cooperate, to make it easier.

"How about in my life?" One unguarded moment and Lex wanted to bite his tongue. That sounded far too much like a cheap come on and it wasn't. He did want her in his life, for as long as she could stand him. When she trembled, Lex kissed her temple. "In my life, in my bed, under me, on top of me... But I'll settle for under me right now."

Under the influence of his reassurance, her trembling eased. Buffy smiled and lifted her chin to kiss him again. "I can do any or all of those, though at the same time might be difficult," she quipped lightly. Better... that sounded much more like her usual self. "Under you works for now..." So saying, she leaned backwards and pulled him with her; now their bodies were pressed together by gravity rather than her strength.

With another smile for both him and Clark, she parted her legs to allow Lex to settle between them.

Mirror image of what they'd done earlier, only with him where Clark had been. Lex glanced up into the mirror above the bed and caught Clark's eye. While Clark watched his reflection, Lex slid down Buffy's body until he was perfectly positioned.

No need to place a hand on his cock, Lex knew exactly where he was going. He braced his hands on either side of Buffy's head and twitched his hips. Sliding stroke that nudged her clit, once, twice and on the third pass, Lex angled his hips down and filled her in one smooth stroke.

Buffy cried out Lex's name and arched her hips up to meet his. Her arms still wrapped around him, she lifted her legs to twine around his hips. But only for a minute, until she caught sight of Clark. Slowly, her legs slid down Lex's until they rested on the bed again.

"Clark," she murmured once she caught her breath, "didn't you want to join us? And where did the oil go?" Not that she needed it... but he would.

"I've got it right here. Lex..." Clark waited until Lex turned toward him instead of watching him in the mirror. Lex's eyes were unfocused, the only hint that his control had unraveled a little. One slow blink and the haze disappeared, the curtain that hid his razor-sharp mind pushed aside. "What you did earlier... can you walk me through it?"

"Ah..." Lex took in a few deep breaths to get himself back on the same track as the rest of the world. Being inside Buffy was like nothing he'd ever experienced. She should have been stretched out a lot more than this given Clark's sheer size but she was virginally tight. And it'd been a while since Lex had had a virgin... girl. "You won't need to do as much with me, Clark. I'm... used to it."

"How... how long have you been..." Clark couldn't finish the question. Couldn't even frame the question. He knew about Victoria but how many others had there been. How many women and how many... men?

"Since I was fourteen." Clark didn't need to know any more than that. He didn't need to know how many back rooms, how many alleys, how many hard slams against a wall or a table or over the back of a chair before Lex decided he didn't like being a bottom that much. Topping started when he was fifteen and he bottomed very rarely now.

Holy crap. Fourteen? No wonder he was good at this. Okay, forget that. Not important. Getting Clark involved was important. And Lex's cock inside her body was important. The past - hers, Lex's, Clark's - wasn't. Not at the moment.

"Clark, it's similar to starting with a girl," Buffy decided to intervene at this point. She didn't care if Lex didn't need the same kind of 'taken care of' steps... love was about taking care of each other, so Clark might as well learn to do it right. "Use the oil to get your fingers slick, then start slow and gentle."

Clark nodded, grateful that Buffy had stepped in. While he knew Lex had a high tolerance for pain Clark didn't want to hurt him. He'd spent his whole life learning how not to hurt people. Ever since he shoved a bully in the first grade and the other kid went through a door... a solid wood door that splintered in every direction.

He poured some of the oil onto his fingers, fumbling with the cap for a second before getting up onto his knees. Lex's eyes met his in the mirror and the slow grinding into Buffy stopped. When Clark scooted back to get a better angle on things, Lex spread his legs.

Tiny little hole and there was no way he was going to fit in there. Clark looked at the hole, then looked at his dick and shook his head. Just no way.

"Clark..." Lex sounded amused, strained but amused. "Trust me... it'll stretch. You're big but I've had bigger."

"It'll work, baby. Honest it will. Start with your finger... the muscles will stretch after a bit, and then you add another one. Like with me, remember?" While she spoke, Buffy slowly began to tighten her inner muscles around Lex's cock. She might even surprise him; she knew other women could do this trick, but she had incredible muscle control. Since most Slayers weren't sexually active, that particular tidbit of Slayer physiology didn't make it into the legends...

His hands tightened in the sheets as he felt that vise grip around his cock. **Okay... Oh God... Breathe, Lex, breathe. Don't try to talk.** Lex had thought she was tight before but he'd been wrong. Dead wrong. He could come like this and what the hell did that say for his control?

It got even worse when he felt the first tentative rub underneath his balls. Clark was watching him in the mirror so the aim was off. But the second rub was closer, a little harder and the fingertip slid inside. Gentle, a lot gentler than he was used to. Oh yeah, he'd bottom for Clark any day of the week... especially when he pushed in so slow.

Maybe he could convince Clark to fuck him while he talked over the next quarter's projections with his dad. The thought of listening to his father jabber on about manifest destiny and how the world revolved around business while Clark Kent bent him over the glass top of his desk had quite the appeal. And with Buffy underneath him Lex was certain that was how he wanted to conduct all of his calls with his father.

It would certainly keep Lex from tensing up and wanting to break something.

Buffy held still for a moment, then slowly relaxed her body again. She nuzzled Lex's neck, placing soft kisses along the smooth skin. When she reached his ear, she lightly purred, "You like that?" Again, habit to ask... even if he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. Or, perhaps enjoying them was more accurate. Or enjoying what they did to him. That would work too.

"Yes. I do." Lex rocked slowly into Buffy and then back onto Clark's finger, taking it in a little deeper. He heard Clark's gasp, shaking his head when Clark started to withdraw it. "No... Clark, I want more. Add another one..."

It was hot. Not just the whole watching Lex in the mirror and listening to Buffy's instructions kind of hot. But Lex was hot, right there where his finger was - furnace kind of hot. Clark had to have more of that so he fulfilled Lex's request by pulling back his hand and pushing another finger in. The groan from Lex was very encouraging.

Deciding to let Clark experiment on his own for a few minutes, Buffy rocked her hips lightly against Lex, not lifting or even moving far... just enough to slide against him a little. Teasing herself as much as him, drawing soft moans from them both.

Several blissful minutes passed before she recalled that she'd been giving intermittent instructions. "Clark, try spreading your fingers just a little. Slowly. Then a little more." Again, still pretty much what you would do with a girl who was that tight. That made it easier to share with him, for whatever reason.

Sharp burn as Clark followed those instructions. Lex licked his upper lip, the scar dominating his attention to keep from crying out. Clark's fingers were thick and smooth and... there were stars behind his suddenly closed lids when Clark twisted his hand and reached.

"Fuck... do that again, Clark. God, please... again." There was a fumbled response and Lex dragged his eyes open to look in the mirror. Earnest hazel eyes meet his gaze. There was that electrical brush again and the air seared his lungs. Natural, the kid was a goddamned natural.

Hard thrust into Buffy in response to the rub across his prostate. The dual sensation was incredible, absolutely incredible. Lex gasped for breath and closed his eyes, **Ah yes Damien... call from Dad? I'll take it right here... Fuck - deeper Clark... Yes, take me in Buffy... Just move while I talk to Dad. Oh and cover my mouth if I forget the English language... I love you, baby... Yes, I do... Dad! How's Metropolis?... No, no, I'm fine... Yes, Smallville's starting to grow on me.**

Buffy met Lex's hard thrust with one of her own. Hips arched up to meet his with every stroke. But he had an odd look in his eyes, almost as if his mind was somewhere else. In order to catch his attention, she tightened her muscles around his cock again until his eyes focused on her. "Hey," she murmured lightly into his ear. "Stay with us?"

Lex blinked and then laughed, dropping his head down for a moment. He'd been well and truly caught in one of his secret pastimes, day-dreaming. It was a defense mechanism borne of too many hours spent in the LuthorCorp boardrooms.

While apologies weren't something he did on a regular basis, Lex didn't have a problem with one here. "Sorry. Went off into another world." When she tightened again, he bit back a soft curse and thrust even harder into her. "Ah God... I'm here... I'm here."

Clark concentrated and his x-ray vision kicked in showing him right where his fingers were, his own skin the only thing he couldn't see through. He'd learned to refine the skill over the past few months, it no longer zoomed automatically to bone level. So he was able to see the hard little spot that made Lex groan, he stroked it gently and got another curse followed by a muttered, "That's it, Kent. I'm going to buy you... I swear to God."

Buffy shook her head slightly. "What would be the point? He's already yours in the ways that count," she murmured back. "It would only make his parents angry." Besides, buying a person seemed to her like a rather crude thing to do. Money can't buy love... owning a person and having a person were really two different things, in her mind.

Intent on keeping Lex mentally present, she continued to randomly alter the use of her internal muscles. Sometimes she squeezed tight, sometimes she let him go, sometimes she tensed and released just enough to create a pulsing sensation... and she rather enjoyed watching the look on his face when she tried something new. Okay, so maybe being the Slayer wasn't an entirely negative thing, though Giles would probably blush to hear her say such a thing in reference to her current situation.

One of the first things on the agenda was going to be an explanation of his sense of humor. Once they were no longer naked and he could concentrate on something besides the inescapable reality of her muscle control. Those rhythmic movements were guaranteed to drop his IQ over a hundred points. Rather than apologizing again, Lex lowered himself on top of her and captured her mouth in a kiss.

Lex offering to buy him was a long-standing joke. It was started by his father in an argument and when Clark told Lex about it, Lex's first reaction had been, 'how much and would it just be visitation rights or would you be living here?' Lex had said it with such a straight face Clark felt his stomach drop to the floor and then he saw it, the tiny lift in the left corner of Lex's mouth that signaled it was a joke. And it was a joke that had continued... even here.

Leaning over, Clark rubbed his cheek against Lex's back and murmured. "You can't afford it, Lex. I think the price just went up. Gross national product of Canada for the next... what... five years?"

"Ten," Lex shot back over his shoulder, stroking Buffy's face with his fingertips. Thank God he hadn't offended Clark even though he'd offended her. Which hadn't been his intention. "I'll get the money somehow... Sell some of my patents. Another, Clark, or give me something more." Another finger was given and now it burned. Shuddering, Lex pushed back against Clark's hand and then forward into Buffy.

Buffy blinked and decided to just keep her mouth shut. It appeared to be some kind of an inside joke, and she'd leave it there for now. Let them banter and maybe learn something in the process. Besides, there were better things to focus on. Like the way Lex felt inside of her, and the way Clark seemed to be doing such a good job of pleasing Lex. He really was a fast learner... very fast.

His breath was coming in pants and Clark was hitting his prostate with every single pass. White-hot burst of pleasure behind his closed lids. Lex bit down on his lower lip, suddenly just this side of coming. It was time. He was as stretched as he was going to get and all Lex wanted was Clark inside before he completely lost control.

"Clark..." His voice broke, leaving Lex swallowing to keep it steady. "Now... It's time. Get some of the oil on your cock and... Jesus... get in me."

Buffy distracted Lex with a kiss and her hips rocked against his as Clark prepared himself. She watched the way his fingers and cock shone as the oil was spread over soft skin and wondered idly what it must feel like. When Clark was ready, Buffy slowed and then stilled her movements. Like she had with Clark, she would just keep still, wait and watch to see what would happen. It was all she knew to do.

Trying to keep from shaking was hard, especially when he moved to kneel directly behind Lex. Leanly muscled legs spread to allow him entrance and Clark wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. Both Buffy and Lex were perfectly still, so still the only thing Clark could hear was their breathing - Buffy's steady and Lex's... almost as shaky as his own.

Nice to know this whole thing was affecting Lex as much as it was him. Unsure of what to do with his other hand, Clark finally placed it on Lex's hip and a ripple ran under the skin there. Lex locked gazes with him in the mirror and time slowed down. The first push was off, just like it had been with Buffy, leaving a shiny trail along one cheek. Clark backed up and tried again, his aim better the second time around.

Bright flare of pain which sometimes was the best part. Had been the best part in so many of his sexual encounters. Lex bit down on his bottom lip as he rode the pain out with a hard clutch of his hands in the bedspread and a push backward. Impaling himself on the light and heat and sheer size that was Clark Kent.

Buffy's hands began to move, sliding gently over smooth skin in a gentle, soothing way. Lex looked like he was in pain, at least to begin with... and it was a feeling that she understood. While it was true that she'd only been a virgin once, she'd learned that when a lot of time passed - like the couple of years between her first experience with sex and her second - that the pain and tightness was almost as bad as the first time.

She adjusted, and regular sex kept that feeling from returning, but if she stopped for a length of time, she always had to be careful when sexual activity resumed. Maybe it was something about her Slayer healing or muscle tone, or something... given time, her body always seemed to return to a nearly virginal state. So she could sympathize with Lex.

"Yessss..." the single word ended in a hiss when Lex felt a warm heavy weight settle down on his back. Clark was covering him, going against standard for this sort of thing, which wasn't that surprising given his inexperience. Most of Lex's male partners kept their distance, not wanting to fall into the cuddling category and therefore destroying any remaining masculinity.

But Clark was a cuddler and not for the first time, Lex appreciated that. Being cradled between two people who loved him was something he'd never experienced. Not even as a child.

Buffy felt perfect beneath him, soft and giving and smelling like sweet heaven. And Clark, so warm and big and right. This was where Lex wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Buffy wrapped one arm around Lex's neck and reached up with the other one to settle on Clark's shoulder. Her body and Clark's cradled the one that they loved. But Buffy's light touches and gentle caresses were for both of the men she adored. And she gave them freely, without holding back. Letting them both know that they were loved, even when she didn't say so aloud.

When Lex was finally capable of speech again, he cleared his throat. Blessing his impulse to install the mirror above the bed, he met Clark's curious gaze. His lover looked a little dazed which was perfectly understandable. In the space of two hours, Clark had gone from being a virgin to being more experienced in sex than half of Smallville's senior class. No... make that nine-tenths of the senior class. And probably most of the adults too.

"Clark... You're the one that sets the pace here. We'll move with you." Lex got a nod in response and a slow rock into him that took his breath away. In love, Lex was in love. Not just with Clark but also with his dick.

He was also falling rapidly in love with Buffy's body as well. Especially when she squeezed... like that. No other woman in his bed again. Never... No other man and no other woman. He'd make that promise stick... somehow.

It only took a few seconds for Buffy to catch on to Clark's rhythm, and she began to rock her hips with the same slow glide. She wished she could see, could watch, but she was facing the wrong direction to be able to look in the mirror. She'd either have to convince Lex to put another one somewhere she could see it or they'd have to try this in another direction or something.

She didn't know if it was something that she did or that Clark did that made Lex gasp or shudder the way he did. She would never ask which feeling he liked more, because she honestly didn't want to know. She would never ask Clark, either. And it probably wasn't really a fair question, anyway. The two feelings were probably pretty different.

"You two are perfect," In between pants and mmmms of approval, Lex managed to get a few words out here and there. His sexual experience was wide and varied but he'd never felt anything this good. Not just the physical sensations but the emotional ones as well.

His fears about Clark losing control and hurting him were proving to be unfounded. If anything, Clark was being more gentle with him than he'd been with Buffy. The long, slow thrusts followed by little rocks of his hips and at one point, Clark pulled back a little and circled. The stars were back behind Lex's eyes and he was speaking in tongues... might have been Russian – gorgeous, sensual language. Could have been French... hard to tell at this point.

Being in control was something he'd done every minute of his life. The fear of breaking Lex was fading with every drive inward but it wasn't completely gone. With Buffy, he could be rougher but Lex could break.

Clark leaned over Lex's shoulder and kissed Buffy. His tongue flickered in between her lips, touching hers and pulling back. Listening to Lex was... fun. Not as much fun as kissing Buffy or sinking into the incredible heat of Lex's body but it was fun to make him babble.

Buffy shared a smile and an amused look with Clark. She was able to identify, if not understand, two or three of the languages Lex seemed to be sliding between. French she almost thought she might know a few words of... it had been a while since high school, but it sounded familiar. Latin also sounded familiar, after all the time she spent with Giles going over his texts. The others... those she wasn't so sure about.

But it was amusing to think that between herself and Clark, they'd reduced Lex to something resembling incoherence. And she could tell that Clark was having fun with it, too.

"Ohhh, ma petite. Je t'aime. Tu es mon ange." Hot kiss on her shoulder, mouthing the skin and so tempted to bite. Lex shuddered when Clark drew out, ready to call him back. Sighed when he returned, riding the thrust and scrabbling through the sheets when Clark just kept on coming. So deep Lex could feel him in his throat. Sitting down for the next few days was going to be quite the experience.

It was time to pick up the pace. Clark's hands covered Lex's and pinned them there as he moved. Harder and faster and deeper. He smiled as Buffy caught the rhythm and between the two of them, they set about driving Lex out of his mind.

Buffy smiled back at Clark and matched his pace perfectly. She shivered and let her eyes half-close as her body began to wind tighter. So good... it felt so good...

And the sound of Lex's voice in her ear made her whole body tingle. And, to her surprise, she actually understood him for just a moment. Her memory flashed back to a time when she and Willow had looked up 'I love you' in every language they could think of, just to be able to do it. There had been two ways to say it in French, one that could mean either 'like' or 'love' and the other was 'love' or 'adore'. Lex had used the first...

And Buffy was going to either have to ask him about it later or forever wonder how he'd meant it. More likely, she would just wonder. But she did answer him. Haltingly, and with a bad accent, she was sure, but she answered him. "Je t'adore, Lex." Then her eyes lifted to meet Clark's, and she told him the same thing in English. "I love you, Clark."

French, she spoke French. Not well and the accent was terrible but she spoke it and understood him. Strange, being from California he would have guessed Spanish to be the language elective of choice. He spoke that as well, romance languages were easy. They all shared the same roots.

"Je t'adore mon ame." Easier to say in French and something that hovered around the edge of truth. He did adore her. Adoration was a simple thing and less than love in his eyes. Twisting his head so he could brush his lips over Clark's cheek, Lex murmured to him. "Tu es mon vie."

Clark tried learning German in seventh grade and it had been a bust. The compound words and guttural delivery had been beyond him. So he switched to French mid-semester and that worked better. He still didn't have the accent down but he understood the words. Or at least most of them. Lex's simple declaration meant more than just about anything his friend had ever said.

Turning his head, Clark managed to kiss Lex right before pushing all the way back into him. Lex's groan was muffled and then extinguished by that kiss. Perfect, everything was perfect. Clark couldn't imagine ever leaving this place again. Not ever.

Happy tears stung Buffy's eyes and she nuzzled Lex's neck while he and Clark kissed. She'd picked up on the subtle difference between his pronunciation and hers, and also the difference of inflection. Even so, being told that he adored her - which wasn't quite the same as love, and perhaps why he was able to admit to feeling it - was still more than she'd expected to hear from him. Especially so soon.

It was enough. It was more than enough. And she was happy.

Movement again, slow and subtle. Clark was obviously learning more with every minute. It was a good thing Lex had a wealth of experience to fall back on or his lover would outstrip him in a matter of weeks. The next thrust in was met with a tightening of his own muscles and the hands gripping his own reacted in kind. Sharp pain in his fingers, so sharp Lex gasped in response. Fuck, Clark was strong. Again he rode the edge of the pain, the harshness adding one more layer of sensation. This was something Lex would never forget.

Tight. Oh God, Lex was so hot and so tight and it almost hurt - it was that good. Clark thrust in again and again, absorbing the whimpers from Lex with kisses. When Lex broke away to draw in a ragged breath, Clark kissed Buffy instead.

Buffy kissed Clark back, long and deep. Her fingers moved from his shoulder to his head, brushed through his hair gently. She whimpered into the kiss when a hard thrust from Clark pushed Lex hard and deep into her body, so deep she could barely breathe. And God did it feel good, the sensations that swept through her body and drove her crazy.

Pleasure and pain in perfect counterpoint. Yes... he would bottom for Clark whenever Clark asked. Any time Clark asked... If he didn't love Clark so deeply, Lex would have offered to set the kid up in one of the establishments he knew in Metropolis. A place where Clark could make thousands in a night... but he did love him and Clark was his... his.

So was Buffy. Tomorrow morning, he'd make some calls. Find out her situation and what he could do to help with it. Offer her a job... he had a new assistant starting tomorrow, the daughter of one of his father's business associates. Lex could always transfer the new girl somewhere else and hire Buffy instead... and he'd never get any work done again.

Work was over-rated anyway.

In, he had to get further in. Bury himself in the heat and life that was Lex. Drive Lex further into Buffy until they all melted together. Clark's hands tightened again and this time he heard a hiss from Lex. A quick look at Lex's face confirmed his lover was in pain. Serious pain.

Buffy heard Lex's hiss in the same moment. A quick look around and she knew what the problem was. Her hands slid down Clark's arms until they rested on his hands. In a quick move, she insinuated her hands in between Clark's and Lex's, and Clark could squeeze her hands all he liked. With all the training and through all the injuries, Buffy had never taken any damage to her hands more severe than bruising.

Bruises which, like the bite mark on her wrist was doing, faded in a matter of hours.

His next breath was easier. Lex missed the pain. For a few months it too had been his drug of choice. But a badly timed caning followed by a grueling final exam at Princeton and his father showing up all in the space of one twenty-four hour period had weaned him of that habit. He flexed his fingers, enjoying the final burn along his nerves as he met Clark's next thrust.

If he hadn't witnessed Clark with Buffy earlier, Lex would never have believed Clark was a virgin. He was picking all this up too damned quickly to be totally inexperienced. But he'd watched Clark long for Lana for months. The kid turned mooning after someone into an Olympic Sport.

Virgin, Clark had definitely been a virgin before this...

Buffy was moving underneath him and Lex was trying to follow. His rhythm was all shot to hell at this point. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered but being here... where he wanted to be. With the people he wanted to be with.

Lex was barely moving at all which was fine with Clark. He and Buffy had established something that was working smoothly. It was almost like the Tai Chi they'd been doing earlier. Grace and fluid movement and beauty... Add the naked factor and Lex to it and as far as Clark was concerned, this was the perfect form of exercise.

Buffy watched Clark as he looked up into the mirror and admired their fluid movements. His expression was similar to the one he'd worn while admiring the beauty of their coordinated Tai Chi movements. Making a guess, she murmured, "Think we should try to talk Lex into doing Tai Chi with us? Though we'd probably just end up on the floor a little while later..." It was a funny thought, but she felt like asking.

Despite the fact that her voice was breathy and that listening for the answer was going to take concentration. The feelings coursing through her body were beginning to take over, and shortly she probably wouldn't be talking much at all...

"I'd like that... Oh... ohhh... do that again, Lex." Everything had gone tight again. Impossibly tight and Lex was shaking. A quick glance in the mirror revealed that his eyes were rolled back in his head, lashes flickering and his mouth was open. No sound came from him, none at all. "Lex?"

Somewhere somebody was talking, saying his name but Lex couldn't answer. He was too caught up in the sensation that slammed through him. Hit him harder than he'd hit that bridge so many months ago. Breathing was impossible. Thinking was impossible. Responding to anything was impossible.

"Oh, God..." Buffy moaned. Lex was pressed against her body, deep inside her, and he was coming. Coming hard. And it felt so good, the throbbing and pulsing within her... everything.

"I don't... don't think he can answer you, baby," Buffy murmured between panting breaths. "Sometimes a strong climax... does that to people."

So that's what Lex looked like when he came. Clark had missed it the first two times mainly because he'd been pretty caught up in what was going on. Not that he wasn't caught up in it right now... He could feel Lex's cock jerking now, the pulsing sensation creating a domino effect for Clark. Tight around him, tight and hot and yeah... yeah.

Clark was moving again, moving into Lex and moving him into Buffy. And she was trembling too. Looking up at him over Lex's shoulder, licking at her lips and panting. After a few seconds, Lex stopped shaking. His hands clenched in the bedspread as he moved in concert with Clark.

He hadn't come like that in years. Not since he was a green kid just learning the ropes. Detachment had colored his response since then but there was no finding detachment in this. This was the way sex was supposed to be. Raw, sweaty pleasure and the rest of the world could go to hell...

Buffy moaned again and her hands tightened on Clark's, squeezing tightly as her senses began to overload. Her body still moved rhythmically with theirs, but she speeded it up just a bit. Fortunately for her, they followed along and let her set the pace. Close... she was very close, and she was reaching for the peak. She wanted it, needed it... and had a feeling that when she went, she would take Clark with her.

If he didn't beat her to it.

Getting his hand between them was damn close to impossible but Lex managed it. He pressed the heel against Buffy's stomach, feeling the bump as his cock slid further into her. Angle up and yes, that was the G spot. Her eyes were rolling back and Clark was fucking him hard. Whole body slams that Lex knew he'd be feeling for hours... if not days.

It started as tingles in his palms and the soles of his feet. Instinct drove him further and further into Lex, made him careless about his strength but his lover didn't seemed to mind. Half words and gasps of encouragement greeted each thrust. Clark couldn't tell who Lex was encouraging but maybe that wasn't the point.

Bright sparks of pleasure flashed through Buffy, and when she closed her eyes she saw stars. Lex was beyond talented, he was very nearly God. When Clark began moving harder, faster, Buffy lost it. Both their names escaped her in a loud cry and her body convulsed beneath them.

Yes, one lover down and his reputation salvaged. One lover to go. The sound Clark made in his ear was becoming his very favorite. A choked gasp that might have been his name, might have been Buffy's name... followed by words in a language he'd never heard before today. Vaguely Slavic but with no root words Lex could recognize.

Buffy was still tight around him, so tight it almost hurt. He covered her mouth with his, stroking his tongue in and out in time to Clark's desperate thrusts. Two, five... fifteen... and there it was. Harsh guttural cry, followed by pulse after pulse and warmth.

Too good, it all felt too good. He was never leaving this bed again. When he called home later, he was going to ask his parents to box up his stuff and send it here. Clark squeezed Buffy's hands, driving in one more time as he came... hard.

Buffy winced and tightened her grip when Clark's fingers dug into the back of her hands. She would have bruises later; if she'd been normal-human, her hands would be broken. It hurt, but not enough to distract her from the blissful glow spreading through her body. She kissed Lex, her tongue dueling with his, and her body still moved languidly beneath him.

She'd missed this: the feeling that came after sex with someone she loved, someone who loved her. Well, okay, Lex didn't really love her... but he liked her, he cared for her and about her, and he wanted her... maybe love would come later.

The frantic movement of their bodies slowed and finally stopped. Lex explored Buffy's mouth, exerting every ounce of his skill in that final kiss. He wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life. Just like he would.

Sweat pattered on his shoulder and along the curve of his skull. Clark was panting behind him, thick cock still pulsing and body trembling with aftershocks. They were all going to need a shower after this and the coverlet was never going to be the same. Idly, Lex wondered why he hadn't pulled it down and treated them to the luxury of five-hundred-thread-count cotton sheets. Ah well, that could come later... when they could move.

Which was probably going to be Thursday or Friday?

Buffy shivered lightly and once again followed Lex's lead as he kissed her thoroughly. She felt completely and willingly possessed, and she was sure that she would never forget this day for the rest of her life. Even if she lived to be a hundred.

Which was looking more and more possible, assuming that this pair stuck with her. Between Clark and Lex, they could more than likely keep her alive no matter what the darkness threw at her. Clark could keep her safer than either Angel or Riley ever could have hoped to... and Lex would do whatever he could to keep their secrets from the rest of the world.

She'd just have to be sure that they knew they couldn't keep her from fighting. But that talk could come later. When her mind was actually functioning rather than wandering.

Coming down was slow and Clark fought it every step of the way. It felt too good being here, he didn't want to lose it by opening his eyes. But his mouth was dry and his stomach was growling and there was most of a roast beef sandwich still sitting on Lex's nightstand. Sometimes it sucked being a teen-ager... since the last growth spurt started he was always hungry. His parents were hard-pressed to keep him in food and clothes.

In mid-kiss, Lex heard Clark's stomach growl. Heard it and felt it against his back. He kept kissing Buffy, partially in an effort to keep from laughing. Sixteen wasn't that long ago. He remembered the driving hunger and waking in the middle of the night because his legs ached from the growing pains. Ached so much that even incessant masturbation and the best designer drugs couldn't quite wipe the sensation away.

Buffy, too, was hard-pressed not to giggle when she heard Clark's stomach. His appetite, to all appearances, rivaled hers when her body was healing from an injury. She wasn't sure if it was just a teenager thing or if it was partly because of his developing abilities, but it didn't really matter. He was hungry.

Without breaking the kiss with Lex, Buffy gently untangled her hands from Clark and waved one towards the tray that still held their sandwiches. It was a questioning gesture, but also meant to indicate that if he wanted to get up and get his food she wouldn't object. Even though she liked snuggling when she was feeling this good, she didn't want him to get sick from being hungry.

Having Clark pull out was quite the experience. Although he wanted to keep kissing Buffy, Lex had to draw away. He bit down on his lower lip to keep from begging Clark to stay because as soon as Clark's cock left his body, the emptiness was staggering.

Lex pressed his forehead against Buffy's shoulder, fighting for control while Clark rolled away from him. Luthors don't beg. Luthors don't beg. Luthor's don't beg... **Fuck you, Dad! Get the hell out of my head.**

Clark hated being away from both of them but his stomach was being really demanding. Breakfast had been hours ago followed by repairs to the main fence, baling hay, feeding the entire herd, finding two lost calves and that was all before the sun was fully up. He grabbed his sandwich and bit into it, wiping away a smear of mustard while he chewed.

Buffy shook her hands once, then wrapped her arms around Lex. She crooned to him gently, cradled him against her body and waited. She would stay with him for as long as he wanted, until he calmed down or until he wanted to move. She looked up at Clark to give him an understanding smile, though. And she ignored the way her hands throbbed. The bruises would be visible soon, if they weren't already, but she really didn't care. It didn't matter.

Lex flinched when he felt a broad hand join Buffy's on his back. Clark's come was leaking out of him, trailing down his leg and he was going to be sore for days. But it didn't matter. He wanted... God, he wanted that full feeling again. Wanted that feeling of being surrounded by people who loved him for himself.

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