SV - Fic - Epilogue to Superhero!Lex WIP and more
The end, alas. But if you've been avoiding this because it was a WIP, I will be re-posting the whole 9300+ word story, all edited and pretty. \O/, to quote mskatej
Clark/Lex, R, 500 words. None of these people are mine. Feedback is loved and appreciated. Enjoy!
Previous parts/artwork:
Masks (fic) - Clark wearing just the wings (manip) - Wings (fic)
Powers and Responsibility (fic) - Lex as UltraMan (manip)
Clark and Lex wrapped in the wings (manip) - Genesis of UltraMan (fic)
First Patrol (fic) - UltraMan and Superman (manip) - Training Day (fic)
Daylight Savings Time (fic) - Weapon of Choice (fic) - Resolve (fic)
Renewal (fic)
There are a couple of extra things behind the cut.
Epilogue
A few days later, Dr Penelope Blacksmith was arrested on a variety of charges, including violence and stalking. It was discovered that she’d once worked for LexLabs. Lex launched an investigation into how her background had not been thoroughly checked out.
Lex and Clark got back into their usual rhythm, with Lex congratulating Clark on jobs well done, and comforting him after the difficult rescues and the near misses. And Lex now had a frame of reference for just how hard Clark’s second job could be. They needed to have a debrief about the last few weeks...
***
A week after Clark’s powers had been returned to him, sitting on the sofa, they had their conversation.
Lex said, "Clark, whenever someone asks me who the one person I admire most is, I say you. And even though I thought I knew how difficult being you can be, I realized that I didn’t. I learned first hand that the hardest part about being you is all the things you can't do. All the cries for help that you can't answer and how that quietly tears you, and me apart. It never stops you. And after living a little of that myself I realized something--something I never thought was possible. I love you more. More than I ever have.”
“Oh, Lex,” Clark said, pulling him into an embrace.
They just held each other close for a few minutes, and then Lex said, “I believe we have some costumes to play with, Clark?”
Lex watched Clark’s eyes begin to glow. “We do, Lex. I really want to see you in, and very swiftly out of purple spandex and white wings,” Clark said. “C’mon. Bed!”
“Indeed, Clark. I believe superspeed could now be put to good use?” Lex said.
Clark picked Lex up, and whooshed them to the bedroom.
***
And in the bedroom, Clark quickly stripped them both. They dressed themselves in the costumes, and lastly placed the masks over their faces. They then undressed each other, slowly pulling off the boots and masks, removing the wings and peeling off the spandex, exchanging kisses between each item.
When they were once again naked, Clark had another idea. “Lex, put on the wings. And the mask.”
“We’re back to the masks, are we, Clark?” Lex said. “They do make you so very, very hot, don’t they? Would you like to play with the lead-lined one, later?
The lead-lined mask...“God, yes, Lex,” Clark said. “But I really want to play with the wings and your own mask right now,” he growled.
“Get on the bed, Clark,” Lex said, slipping on the wings. He climbed on top of Clark and handed him the mask. “Put this on my head.”
Clark did as asked. They then began kissing and caressing each other. Soon, the bedroom was full of the sounds of lovemaking.
Asking his mom to make these costumes had been such a wonderful idea. And there was the lead-lined mask to look forward to. Clark purred in anticipation.
-end-
******
Also, here's another addition to Wings:
The next day was a Saturday, giving Lex time to go shopping for fabric. He paid a visit to a costume store, one he’d frequented every weekend, back when he was eighteen, and a rebellious club kid. He visited the store about once a month, now. Everybody who was anybody went to Allure. The owner was an eccentric Frenchwoman, Mme Adèle Gaultier, and there were many beautiful items among her stock.
“Alexandre! Bonjour!” Adèle said, when Lex entered her store.
“Bonjour, Adèle. Comment allez-vous?” Lex replied.
“Très bien, merci. How can I help you today, Alexandre?” Adèle asked.
“Adèle, I’d like six yards each of purple and red spandex, matching leather half-masks and size eleven purple leather boots,” he said.
“Très bien, Alexandre. Look around, while I cut the fabric,” Adèle said.
Lex examined the latest arrivals, while he waited for Adèle. His eyes eventually landed on a mannequin wearing a pair of angel wings. “Adèle, les ailes sont très belles. Je les voudrais, aussi, s’il vous plaît,” he said.
“Oui, Alexandre,” Adèle said. “I will find your other things, maintenant.”
***
Having tried on the boots, Lex paid for his purchases and asked Adèle to have the fabric delivered to Smallville. The boots and wings went in the limo, and back to the penthouse with Lex. He and Clark would be playing with the wings tonight. The rest of the uniforms could wait.
******
And here's Lex in his Warrior Angel costume:
Clark/Lex, R, 500 words. None of these people are mine. Feedback is loved and appreciated. Enjoy!
Previous parts/artwork:
Masks (fic) - Clark wearing just the wings (manip) - Wings (fic)
Powers and Responsibility (fic) - Lex as UltraMan (manip)
Clark and Lex wrapped in the wings (manip) - Genesis of UltraMan (fic)
First Patrol (fic) - UltraMan and Superman (manip) - Training Day (fic)
Daylight Savings Time (fic) - Weapon of Choice (fic) - Resolve (fic)
Renewal (fic)
There are a couple of extra things behind the cut.
Epilogue
A few days later, Dr Penelope Blacksmith was arrested on a variety of charges, including violence and stalking. It was discovered that she’d once worked for LexLabs. Lex launched an investigation into how her background had not been thoroughly checked out.
Lex and Clark got back into their usual rhythm, with Lex congratulating Clark on jobs well done, and comforting him after the difficult rescues and the near misses. And Lex now had a frame of reference for just how hard Clark’s second job could be. They needed to have a debrief about the last few weeks...
***
A week after Clark’s powers had been returned to him, sitting on the sofa, they had their conversation.
Lex said, "Clark, whenever someone asks me who the one person I admire most is, I say you. And even though I thought I knew how difficult being you can be, I realized that I didn’t. I learned first hand that the hardest part about being you is all the things you can't do. All the cries for help that you can't answer and how that quietly tears you, and me apart. It never stops you. And after living a little of that myself I realized something--something I never thought was possible. I love you more. More than I ever have.”
“Oh, Lex,” Clark said, pulling him into an embrace.
They just held each other close for a few minutes, and then Lex said, “I believe we have some costumes to play with, Clark?”
Lex watched Clark’s eyes begin to glow. “We do, Lex. I really want to see you in, and very swiftly out of purple spandex and white wings,” Clark said. “C’mon. Bed!”
“Indeed, Clark. I believe superspeed could now be put to good use?” Lex said.
Clark picked Lex up, and whooshed them to the bedroom.
***
And in the bedroom, Clark quickly stripped them both. They dressed themselves in the costumes, and lastly placed the masks over their faces. They then undressed each other, slowly pulling off the boots and masks, removing the wings and peeling off the spandex, exchanging kisses between each item.
When they were once again naked, Clark had another idea. “Lex, put on the wings. And the mask.”
“We’re back to the masks, are we, Clark?” Lex said. “They do make you so very, very hot, don’t they? Would you like to play with the lead-lined one, later?
The lead-lined mask...“God, yes, Lex,” Clark said. “But I really want to play with the wings and your own mask right now,” he growled.
“Get on the bed, Clark,” Lex said, slipping on the wings. He climbed on top of Clark and handed him the mask. “Put this on my head.”
Clark did as asked. They then began kissing and caressing each other. Soon, the bedroom was full of the sounds of lovemaking.
Asking his mom to make these costumes had been such a wonderful idea. And there was the lead-lined mask to look forward to. Clark purred in anticipation.
-end-
******
Also, here's another addition to Wings:
The next day was a Saturday, giving Lex time to go shopping for fabric. He paid a visit to a costume store, one he’d frequented every weekend, back when he was eighteen, and a rebellious club kid. He visited the store about once a month, now. Everybody who was anybody went to Allure. The owner was an eccentric Frenchwoman, Mme Adèle Gaultier, and there were many beautiful items among her stock.
“Alexandre! Bonjour!” Adèle said, when Lex entered her store.
“Bonjour, Adèle. Comment allez-vous?” Lex replied.
“Très bien, merci. How can I help you today, Alexandre?” Adèle asked.
“Adèle, I’d like six yards each of purple and red spandex, matching leather half-masks and size eleven purple leather boots,” he said.
“Très bien, Alexandre. Look around, while I cut the fabric,” Adèle said.
Lex examined the latest arrivals, while he waited for Adèle. His eyes eventually landed on a mannequin wearing a pair of angel wings. “Adèle, les ailes sont très belles. Je les voudrais, aussi, s’il vous plaît,” he said.
“Oui, Alexandre,” Adèle said. “I will find your other things, maintenant.”
***
Having tried on the boots, Lex paid for his purchases and asked Adèle to have the fabric delivered to Smallville. The boots and wings went in the limo, and back to the penthouse with Lex. He and Clark would be playing with the wings tonight. The rest of the uniforms could wait.
******
And here's Lex in his Warrior Angel costume: