Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 13:42:59 -0700 (PDT) From: CelloDiva Subject: Two Luthors, A Kent and a Birthday Cake Title: Two Luthors, A Kent, and a Birthday Cake Author: Cello Diva Pairing: Lionel/Clark/Lex Warnings: incest implied Rating: NC-17 Summary: Unkept promises and secrets shared Feedback: cellodiva2003@yahoo.com Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters (c) DC Comics, Warner Brothers, Tollin/Robbins and Millar/Gough Inc. Clark lay on the deep king size bed amid purple satin sheets twisting his own taut nipple with one hand while he stroked his cock lazily with the other hand. What should have been his best birthday ever was quickly turning into a nightmare of sexual frustration as he lay between the two naked Luthors listening to them debate everything from the origins of homosexuality to the first orgy. Clark had realized early on that both men were intrigued by him. Lionel more so after the class ring incident, and unbeknownst to his parents, Clark had promised to tell both men everything in exchange for a night together with both of them. They had both agreed eagerly. Schedules were cleared and staff given the night off and farm chores were finished in record time. Clark had planned to simply tell them he was affected by the meteor rocks himself and put an end to the Luthor prying. Of course that would be after having mind numbing sex with two of the most powerful men he knew. Well actually the only powerful men he knew. A light candlelit supper was held in one the castles more intimate dining rooms. Lionel pontificated on how his Royal Scottish Ancestors used the room to negotiate hostile takeovers of foreign adversaries. Lex looked on disinterested as the elder Luthor talked animatedly of battles and conquests. Even though Clark wasn't interested in anything Lionel was saying he had to admit he looked damn sexy. He studied the older man as he gestured his beautiful wavy brown hair falling over his shoulders and his wiry frame accentuated by his uncharacteristic tight black jeans and black ribbed tee shirt. "Cake?" Lex interrupted. He rose gracefully from his seat and walked over to the mahogany server where a delectable butter cream frosted cake was held under a lead crystal finely etched cake platter. Clark watched Lex's firm slim physique as he ladled cake onto the fine gold etched cake plates. He was dressed similar to his father in black slim fitted jeans and a pale gray ribbed knit shirt. Clark could help but notice how those jeans accentuated his ass. An asset he obviously inherited from the senior Luthor. "What?...Oh...Umm yes of course." Lionel stammered apparently displeased by the interruption. Lex lifted the lid and placed generous portions of cake on each plate. He returned to the table leaning over Clark and placing the larger portion before him. Clark caught a whiff of Lex's cologne which was more intoxicating than the amber liquid he and his father were so fond of drinking. "Mmm. Amaretto truffle.", Lionel declared with a mouth full of cake. Clark imagined Lionel sounding like that while tasting him. The party moved to the drawing room. The lights were dimmed and Lionel played Chopin at the piano while Lex crossed over to the bar and poured three glasses of brandy. He carefully carried the three glasses placing one on the oak end table where Clark lounged in a soft brown leather arm chair. Lex walked over to the grand piano and placed on glass down as he stood looking at his father with a look that Clark couldn't quite name. Perhaps it was deep affection and a hint of lust in his eyes. The mood was definitely being set for the kind of night Clark only imagined in his wet dreams. Lionel nodded as Lex placed the glass on the edge of the music stand. He ended the piece lifted the glass and inhaled deeply. "Armagnac, 1963", Lionel said savoring the taste. "Mmm... My favorite." Clark closed his eyes for a second imagining himself to be the glass. From there the party moved to Lex's bedroom where the birthday boy was slowly undressed by both Luthors and then watched sprawled out on satin sheets while they undressed each other. The night held great promise. It was good to be eighteen. Now as Clark thought about it while he lay there listening to the verbal battle going on around him he couldn't remember for the life of him how the argument had gotten started in the first place. 'I should have taken Whitney and Pete up on their offer', Clark thought. Greek philosophy, The Roman Empire, no era was left untouched. Clark closed his eyes as he began to pick up the rhythm he had set on his now painfully hard cock. In the background he heard mention of Alexander the great and Hephaestion. As they moved on to incest and modern day mores Clark moaned at his own touch imagining that it was Lionel who twisted his nipple cruelly while Lex mercilessly jacked him off. Both Luthors were propped up on one elbow on either side of Clark continuing to discuss rather heatedly the historical significance of orgies and the change in social sensibilities before and after the Common Era. At one point Clark thought of taking notes since he did have a couple of term papers to turn in before he graduated from high school. Lionel was thumping his hand on Clark's chest as if it were a podium driving home point after futile point. Clark tried to grab the hand and make it take up its rightful place on his hardened nipples, but Lionel was oblivious. Lex leaned across Clark and was almost in kissing distance with his father as he spoke of T. E. Lawrence and Dahoum. Clark thought about using his strength to close the gap between them but thought this would be silly use of his abilities. Besides he didn't want to break the rhythm he set by trying to make two stubborn Luthors kiss. Clark's hips began to buck at the feel of his dick encased in his own hand. The friction was pure electricity. He needed something more. As Lionel and Lex moved on to the great gay rulers of the twentieth century Clark spread his legs, bent his knees and raised up so he could reach behind himself. He inserted two fingers inside his hole while running his thumb over the slit of his penis. He turned over on his side facing Lionel to give himself better access. Lionel used the opportunity to prop himself up further using Clark as support. Lex's hand was resting on his shoulder as he went into a diatribe on Lionel's lack of emotional support during his formative years and his intolerance for foreplay. Clark gasped as he hit his prostate and began to pick up the pace on his cock and in his ass. He was quickly coming to the brink as Lionel countered how Lex never liked to cuddle after sex. Arguments ensued over snoring, cover snatching and a myriad of other issues. Clark closed his eyes as he felt himself giving way to orgasm. I'M AN ALIEN he cried out as he came. As he recovered he opened his eyes to find the two beautiful men staring down at him. A long uncomfortable silence lingered in the air. Clark held his breath terrified waiting for ... he wasn't sure what. Possibly to be carted of to Cadmus Labs. At least at Cadmus there might be hope of anal probing under the watchful eye of father and son. "I told you so", Lex said huffily to his father. "No son. As I recall I speculated that he was and you scoffed at me." "Dad how can you sit there and say that. When I was the one who told you the disk was from a spaceship." "As I recall son, when I tried to inform you of Dr. Hamilton's findings ...." Clark drifted off to sleep smiling and wishing himself a happy birthday.