Alien Evolution
By: Smallville's Girl

They lay there quietly, watching the rain outside on the balcony. Clark and Lex lay quietly intertwined; Clark’s head pillowed on Lex’s chest, with Lex running his hand through Clark’s hair.

* * *

Clark and Lex had been together since the end of Clark’s junior year. Lex had finally admitted to himself his true feelings for Clark, and had raced to find him. After searching everywhere, he found Clark, Jonathan, and some strange girl in the Kawatche caves. Clark and the girl were holding hands and there was a large portal in front of them.

“Clark!” Lex screamed.

Clark turned and let go of Kara’s hand. “Lex, what are you doing here?”

“I have been trying to find you. I came to tell you that it doesn’t matter who you are, or what you are. The room is history, I destroyed it. It didn’t matter. What matters to me is you.”

“Lex, what are you trying to say?” Clark asked, stepping closer to Lex. Jonathan silently cheered. He may not care for Lex, but anything that kept Clark on this planet was okay. Besides, Lex was proving to be nothing like his father.

“Clark, I am trying to say that I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since I first laid eyes on you when you pulled me out of the river.” Clark was slowly walking closer and closer. The portal had closed, and the strange girl had disappeared. Lex and Clark were mere inches apart.

“Lex, I don’t know what to say. You’ve caught me off guard here.”

“Don’t think; just feel.” Lex leaned in and captured Clark’s lips with his. Lex’s tongue darted out and ran across Clark’s upper lip, causing Clark to gasp and allow Lex’s tongue full access. Time stood still as Clark and Lex explored each other’s mouths to the full extent. Tongues mashed passionately but quickly found a rhythm. Clark finally pulled back with a gasp.

“Lex stop; there are things we need to discuss. No more secrets, no more lies.”

“Agreed; no more secrets. If we even want to attempt this, we need complete honesty,” Lex said.

* * *

They spent the next three months talking. All secrets were secret no more. They spent their time talking, touching, kissing, exploring. They learned everything they could about each other. Lex even found himself attending Sunday dinners with the Kents. He and Clark were careful to keep their hands to themselves as much as possible in front of Martha and Jonathan. Although they knew of the relationship, things needed to move slowly, get the parents used to things.

However, in the beginning, Martha kept trying to throw Lana in his way. Anytime she was nearby, Clark found himself horseback riding with her, or escorting her to the Talon. He could tell that she was just as embarrassed as he was. Finally, he made it a point for his mother to catch him and Lex in the barn. They were seated on the couch, surrounded by lanterns. Clark had his head on Lex’s shoulder, and their fingers laced together on Lex’s lap.

“I love you,” Clark whispered. Lex smiled softly. “I love you, too.”

Martha smiled. There was nor more escorting or horseback riding with Lana. And Martha convinced Jonathan to put the shotgun back in its place above the fireplace.

* * *

Clark started his senior year. He spent everyday after school at the Mansion, where he did his homework under Lex’s watchful eye. And as long as Clark was home by ten, his parents were fine with the arrangement.

Now, Clark lay with his head pillowed on Lex’s chest, Lex running his hands through Clark’s below shoulder length hair, both content after a slow romp. Lex had somehow managed to convince him to grow it out. Oh, they both knew how to cut it, what with Lex doing research so that they could fight Lionel. But Lex had admitted how much he loved to run his fingers through Clark’s hair, and so he began to grow it out. It grew alarmingly fast, but slowed when it had reached just past his shoulders.

“Clark?”

“Hmmm?” Clark hummed.

“Um, I’ve told you about my Club Zero days, right?” Lex asked, still running his fingers through Clark’s hair.

“Yes.”

“Um …” Lex started.

Clark sat up, causing Lex to quickly remove his hand from Clark’s hair.

“Lex, what is it?”

“Clark, there has been something I have wanted to ask you to do for some time, but I admit that I have been a little hesitant.”

Clark looked at him with love in his eyes.

“Lex, you can tell me anything. Hell, there is nothing secret between us anymore,” Clark said, softly kissing Lex’s cheek.

Lex brought his hand to Clark’s face and caressed his cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he said softly.

“Thank you?” Clark said, question mark solidly present.

“Maybe it would be better if I showed you,” Lex said. Clark nodded and Lex grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom. Clark followed him, getting an eyeful of Lex’s ass along the way. They entered the bathroom, where Lex had Clark immediately sit on a bench near the sink. Clark watched as Lex rummaged in a black bag under the main sink. He came back apparently triumphant, holding a small pencil-like object in his hand.

“What is that?” Clark asked, suspicious.

“Um … it’s eyeliner,” Lex said softly.

“Okay, and just what is it that you want to do with it?” Clark asked.

“I want to put it on you,” Lex said softly. Lex watched as Clark’s eyes widened.

“Um …” Clark started.

“Listen to me. I just want to do it here. You don’t have to leave the Mansion with it on. I’m not going to force you to wear it all the time. I just want to see what you’d look like with it on. I imagine it would make your eyes even bluer and make them stand out more.” Lex watched as Clark sat on the bench silently.

“Okay.” Clark looked up at Lex. “I trust you.”

Lex smiled at Clark. “Just sit still, relax, and close your eyes.”

Clark took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Lex stared for a moment at Clark, marveling at his strength and beauty. He stepped up right next to Clark, eyeliner pencil in hand. Straddling Clark's knees, Lex leaned in over his face.

“Hold very still. You are going to feel some pulling on your eyelid, okay?” Lex asked, whispering in Clark’s ear.

Clark gulped and nodded slowly. He was trying to remain very still because of the fact that a very naked Lex was straddling him.

Lex began to slowly drag the eyeliner pencil across Clark’s right eye. Clark was very aware of Lex’s growing erection rubbing against his stomach. As Lex moved over to the left eye, Clark’s erection rose in response to Lex’s cock kept rubbing his stomach. Finally, Lex stepped away.

“Open your eyes and look in the mirror,” Lex said with a small smile.

Clark slowly stood, and looked in the mirror. What he saw in the mirror stunned him. The long black curls cascading across his chest combined with the dark eyeliner around the eye just totally changed his self-perception: his eyes looked bigger, more dramatic and he looked . . . well . . . hot.

“Well?” Lex asked uncertainly.

“I look … hot!” Clark said, immediately blushing.

“That’s because you are hot,” Lex responded. He leaned into Clark and pressed his lips to Clark’s jaw and smiled when Clark let out a small moan.

“Lex, don’t start anything. I have to be home in 15 minutes,” Clark said softly.

“I can be fast,” Lex replied with a smile.

“Oh, but I don’t want fast,” Clark said with a mischievous grin. Lex pouted, and then turned and walked into the bedroom. Clark began to follow, but not before swiping the eyeliner. He followed Lex into the bedroom, and discreetly placed the eyeliner in his backpack and moved to get his clothes.

Lex watched Clark get dressed from the bed, admiring the view. When Clark finished pulling his clothes on he grabbed his backpack, walked over to the bed and leaned in to give Lex a nipping kiss on the ear.

“Pick me up from school tomorrow?” Clark asked.

“Anything for you,” Lex said with a smile. Clark flashed a smile and let himself out.

* * *

Clark sat in his room, staring at the small pencil. He was shocked at how amazing he looked with the eyeliner on. He had never really thought of himself as hot, but this experience with Lex had changed everything. He stared at the eyeliner a little more, and a plan began to form in his head.

Things were going to get very interesting at school tomorrow.

* * *

Clark woke extra early the next morning and rushed through his chores so that he could take time to get ready for school. He stood in front of his open closet and looked at all of his clothes while pulling on his normal pair of jeans. The white T-shirt that he normally wore was right there, but something dark behind it caught his attention. It was a solitary black T-shirt that Clark remembered receiving from Chloe for his last birthday. She had said something about expanding the colors in his wardrobe. Clark grinned and grabbed the black shirt and pulled it on. It was incredibly tight, showing off every muscle and curve. Clark looked in his closet and grabbed a red flannel to put on over it. He looked at his reflection in the mirror in his room, smiled, and headed off to the bathroom.

Clark looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His first thought was for his hair. He had been wearing it loose all the time, and looking at himself now, he thought he might change it up. He found one of his mom’s plain hair bands, ran a brush through his hair a couple times, and pulled his hair back in a tight ponytail. The curls bounced around his shoulders, but the ponytail left his face open. He pulled the eyeliner out of his back pocket, leaned up against the sink so he could see himself better in the mirror, and began to apply the eyeliner. He was a quick study, and when he looked in the mirror to see the end result, he knew he had gotten it right. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, smiled, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

He was wary of his parents’ reaction, so he sped through the kitchen, grabbing a muffin along the way, and sped off to school, leaving a dust trail in his wake.

* * *

It seemed that Clark was the new thing to talk about that day at school; he found himself the object of many a stare. As he walked, girls followed with appraising stares. Even after he passed, he could feel all the girls and some of the boys staring at him.

“Hey Clark.” A petite redhead in a cheerleader uniform approached Clark at his locker.

“Oh hi Liz, what’s going on?” Clark was confused. Liz was one of the most popular girls, next to Lana. She was not someone who approached Clark Kent to say hello.

“Not much. Um …. are you having problems with Mr. Logan’s sonnet homework?”

“No, actually I’m not having any problems at all,” Clark said sheepishly.

“Well, I am. Do you think that we could get together sometime this week and work on it?” Liz asked, while twirling a piece of her strawberry blond hair.

“Um …” Clark was about to answer when he saw Chloe approaching at warp speed. Before Clark could even finish his answer, Chloe was upon him, and Liz forgotten.

“Clark, you were supposed to email me your copy of the bio of the new assistant head coach …” Chloe stopped when she got a good look at Clark. Hair pulled back, tight black T-shirt, and was that eyeliner? “Wow Clark, you look good. Is that the shirt I gave you for your birthday?”

“Yes it is. I finally unearthed it from the back of my closet,” Clark said with a cheeky grin. Chloe was in awe; before her stood a Greek God in the flesh. Oh, Clark had always been good looking, especially since growing his hair out and getting rid of those god-awful bangs. But this was the first time that he had ever pulled his hair back, and it made a huge difference.

“Well, you look great. But do you have your copy of the bio of the new assistant coach of the football team?” Chloe asked. All the while, she was watching as everyone took a look at Clark as they walked by. They weren’t even being sneaky about it. Chloe laughed inside her head. Clark really had no idea how gorgeous he was.

“I have a hard copy in my backpack. I’ll give it to you when we get into English,” Clark said, as he and Chloe were making their way to their classroom.

Chloe and Clark took their seats in Mr. Logan’s English class. Mr. Logan was brand new that year; just out of his student teaching. He was everyone’s favorite, and every female student had a major crush on him.

“Good morning. I trust you are all ready to get started with the next sonnet.” Mr. Logan watched as all of his students nodded.

“All right, we’ll get started. We are now getting started on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.”

Chloe watched as Mr. Logan kept glancing between the sonnet on the page, and Clark. Clark was blissfully oblivious, as his head was buried in his book, his mind absorbing the sonnet. Chloe watched as Mr. Logan’s glances became more and more frequent. Mr. Logan started to ask questions about the sonnet, but no one was really paying attention. It was too early for most of the students to be thinking about sonnets.

“Um … Mr. Logan?”

“Yes Clark,” Mr. Logan said, gaze trained on the handsome young man.

“I think Shakespeare is trying to say that it doesn’t really matter what she looks like. He loves her for who she is,” Clark said with a shy smile. Chloe watched as everyone in the class looked at him. That smile of his was going to be the death of everyone.

“Very good Clark,” Mr. Logan said, a hint of a blush staining his cheeks.

The bell rang, and everyone heaved themselves up from their desks and headed for the exits.

Chloe watched as Clark walked the halls between classes. All the girls followed him with their eyes; even some of the guys. Clark had everyone intrigued. It was the same the rest of the day at school. Chloe almost fell over laughing at Lana’s reaction. Everyone knew about Clark and Lex and Lana was no exception, but her reaction was priceless.

It was right after English, and Clark and Chloe were standing at Clark’s locker, talking about the finishing touches Clark needed to do to the bio, and when Clark could interview Jason Teague again so that he could fill in the holes. Lana had completely walked past them before she realized who it was, and quickly turned back around.

“Clark?” Lana blatantly looked Clark up and down, taking everything in.

“Yes Lana, that’s my name,” Clark said with a cheeky grin.

Lana stared for a moment longer before catching herself, and blushing. “Um, you mentioned something to me about helping me fix the back sink at the Talon. I was just wondering when that was going to be. I would hate to call a plumber when I know you can do it.”

“Oh crap! Um, Lex is picking me up after school, but I’ll have him take me to the Talon, so I can fix the sink before I start my homework, okay?” Clark said, going back into his locker to find the books he needed for the next class. He completely missed Lana ogling his ass. “Lana? Is that okay?”

Lana shook herself out of her daydreams. “Yeah, that’s fine. I won’t be there yet, but Becky should be there. Just let her know that you’re there to fix the sink.”

“Okay. Chloe, we need to go. Griffith is going to lock his door in 3 minutes. We really don’t want to be late today. I heard a rumor that there was going to be a pop quiz, and I would hate to miss it.”

“You’re right, Clark. Talk to you later Lana,” Chloe said, and followed Clark toward Mr. Griffin’s class, silently chuckling along the way.

* * *

The final bell rang, and Clark practically ran to the front door to make it out to the parking lot so that he could see Lex. He had been itching for Lex to see the ‘new him’ and the sooner the better. When Clark reached the front doors of the school, he immediately slowed his walk. He calmly exited the school, and walked towards the spot where Lex’s new Porsche was parked and waiting. Lex was standing in front, resting gracefully on the hood of the car, waiting patiently for Clark. As Clark neared, Lex stood straight, looking at Clark like he was the only thing in the world.

“Hey,” Clark said shyly as he approached Lex.

Lex didn’t say a word. He took in Clark’s appearance. Tight black T-shirt under the requisite flannel, hair pulled back, and was that the eyeliner from the night before? Lex was in awe. He immediately pulled Clark into tight hug, and leaned close to his ear, breath hot and hard.

“You little sneak,” Lex said softly, giving Clark’s earlobe a lick, and smiled as Clark shivered.

Clark blushed. “Do you like it?” he asked uncertainly.

“If we were back at the Mansion, that question wouldn’t even need to be asked.” Lex leaned in again, and discreetly nibbled on Clark’s earlobe. “When did you get that?”

“After you walked into the bedroom, I swiped it,” Clark said with a mischievous grin. “And before you start anything you can’t stop, I promised Lana I would go to the Talon and fix the back sink. It should only take a couple of minutes,” Clark said quickly as he saw Lex’s face fall just a little. Lex’s face lifted a little when Clark mentioned that it would only take a few minutes. He seriously wanted to get Clark back to the Mansion and ravage him. But Clark had made a promise, so the Talon it was.

Lex waited patiently as Clark ran into the Talon. Fifteen minutes later, Clark came rushing out. He hopped into the car and pulled Lex into a tight hug, his lips finding Lex’s pulse point on his neck. He suckled there for a moment, smiling internally when he heard Lex moan. He pulled back and gave Lex a smile.

“Now, before we give the whole town a show, let’s get going,” Clark said.

Lex gave Clark a stressed smile and sped through town, breaking almost every speed law to make sure that they made it to the Mansion in record time. They quickly exited the car and headed straight for the master suite.

Lex pushed Clark through the door and shoved him against the closest wall.

“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” Lex asked huskily.

Clark squirmed beneath his ministrations. “I have an idea,” he said with a smile. Lex’s lips were making their way around his jaw line, on to his neck.

“I need to see you,” Lex said breathlessly after finishing their mini kissing marathon.

Clark nodded and began to take off his flannel. Lex put his hand on his to stop him. “No, let me.” Clark let his hand fall to his side and stood still and silent. Lex knelt at Clark’s feet and began by removing Clark’s shoes and socks. When Clark was barefoot, Lex stood and looked at him silently. Lex removed the flannel and tossed it on the floor. He took each arm and kissed a trail up that led to a pulse point on Clark’s neck. Just as Clark was starting to moan, Lex stopped, leaving Clark wanting more. He then set about removing the black t-shirt. Clark raised his arms, and Lex leaned against Clark, breath hot on his neck. The black t-shirt joined the flannel on the floor. Clark remained perfectly still as Lex began to kiss his way up Clark’s chest. He started at the waistband of Clark’s jeans and made his way up, paying special attention to each nipple.

Clark stood before Lex, barefoot and bare-chested. Lex stared for a moment before his hands made their way to Clark’s belt. He was very careful as he removed the large leather belt from around Clark’s waist. He took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of old leather. That was Clark, old leather, and sunshine. He smiled as he ran the belt across Clark’s chest before dropping it on the growing pile of clothes. Lex’s hands immediately went for the button on Clark’s jeans and he unbuttoned them, but then dropped to his knees in front of Clark. Clark looked down and watched as Lex took the zipper in his mouth and lowered the zipper, and then kissed around Clark’s bellybutton, making Clark squirm. Lex lowered Clark’s jeans and helped him step out of them before depositing them with the rest of Clark’s clothes. Clark was standing before Lex wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs.

“You are seriously over dressed,” Clark said with a large smile. Lex gave him a grin and then quickly stripped down till he was standing in front of Clark wearing only his purple silk boxers. Lex wrapped a hand into Clark’s hair and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Hands caressed each other, desperate for any kind of release of the sexual tension. Finally, they made their way to the bed. Clark laid down on the bed and watched as Lex carefully stripped him of his underwear, and then removed his own. Both pairs were flung to the floor, and Lex immediately straddled Clark, sitting directly on his hips. Lex ran his hands over Clark’s chest, gently tweaking Clark’s nipples along the way. Lex replaced his fingers with his tongue, tracing a path from Clark’s nipples all the way down to his bellybutton. Clark moaned, wanting more.

Lex stopped his ministrations, sat up, looked Clark straight in the eye, and marveled at the unparalleled beauty he saw. Hair spread out on the pillow, disarrayed from Lex running his hands through it, lips kiss-swollen, and eyes smoky from eyeliner. He looked like a perfect debauched angel. “You are perfect,” Lex said softly. He leaned down and licked a path from the inside of his knee to the inside of his thigh. At the juncture of his thigh and groin, Lex nibbled, causing Clark to squirm and moan. “Lex, quit playing around and FUCK ME!” Clark yelled. Lex grinned and watched as Clark immediately pulled his knees towards his chest to allow Lex better access. Lex crawled up Clark’s chest so that they were nose to nose. Clark barely registered Lex’s movement as he grabbed the lube. But Lex definitely got a reaction out of Clark when he slipped his erection into Clark’s tight hole. They quickly found a rhythm and rode it out till Lex and Clark climaxed together. Clark smiled. “I saw stars … again.” “You came from the stars, and landed in my heart,” Lex replied with a slow smile. Clark kissed Lex on the nose. Lex immediately laid his head down on Clark’s shoulder, and fingered Clark’s hair as he fell asleep. Clark knew he had a few hours before he had to be home, so he let himself fall asleep to the sound of Lex’s soft snores and the feel of Lex’s fingers in his hair.

* * *

The next few weeks passed quietly. Clark fell into a routine. He’d wake up, shower, get dressed (less and less flannel), and then go into the bathroom to do his eyeliner. However, now, Clark was contemplating the mass of curls that was his hair. He had an idea, one that he couldn’t do alone. For this, he would need to bring in reinforcements. It was time to call in Chloe.

Clark arrived at school and found Chloe by her locker. “Hey, Chloe, I have a major favor to ask of you and I really don’t wanna talk about it here. Can we go to your place after school?”

“Sure,” Chloe replied, slightly curious.

School passed uneventfully. Everyone at school was now used to Clark wearing eyeliner; it was old news. Chloe and Clark walked to Chloe’s house in relative silence. Chloe knew something was up, but wasn’t pushing it. Clark would tell her when they got to her house.

They entered Chloe’s house and went straight to her bedroom. Clark sat down on Chloe’s bed and put his head in his hands. Chloe sat on the chair by her desk and watched Clark.

“Clark, what’s wrong?”

“There is something I want you to help me with but I have no idea how to ask,” Clark said, his voice muffled by his hands.

“Just spit it out. I am here for you, no matter what,” Chloe said, sitting down next to him.

“Iwantyoutohelpmestraightenmyhair,” Clark said in a rush.

“Care to repeat that again, this time a little slower?” Chloe said with a grin.

“I want you to help me straighten my hair,” Clark said. He watched Chloe’s face and saw the large smile the graced her features.

“Really?” Chloe asked. When Clark nodded, she squealed and headed for her bathroom. “I have been hoping that this would happen. I always thought you would look super hot with your hair straight but didn’t know how to broach the subject.” As she spoke, she plugged her flatiron in and then turned towards Clark.

“So, why the sudden interest in your hair?” Chloe asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve had it like this since it grew out, and I was just wondering what it would look like straight,” Clark said softly.

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with Lex then?” Chloe asked with a sly smile. When Clark suddenly looked up, Chloe’s smile widened. “Okay, let’s get started.” It was a long, tedious process, because Clark’s hair was SO curly that Chloe had to straighten parts multiple times. When Chloe was done, she led him into her bathroom so he could see himself. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked. His hair fell like a waterfall on either side of his face.

“Wow,” Clark said. Chloe was standing to the side of him, and he saw her smile. “What?”

“You just have no idea, do you?” Chloe asked with a grin. When she saw Clark’s blank expression, she laughed. “You are hot. Girls, and some guys, drool whenever you walk down the hall. They would kill just to be near you and see you smile.” Clark blushed.

“Yeah, right,” Clark muttered.

“Yes, I am right. Take a look in the mirror.” Clark looked again in the mirror, trying to see what Chloe and Lex and apparently everyone else saw. He saw himself, eyeliner and straight hair. “Okay, you don’t see it yet. But trust me, someday you will.” Clark turned around and gave her a hug. “Okay, okay, enough with the touchy moments. Here’s the deal; sleep tonight, and don’t wash your hair tomorrow. Come over here early, and we’ll do a quick redo of your hair so you can go to school tomorrow with straight hair, okay?” At Clark’s hesitant nod, Chloe gave him a quick hug and then showed him out. When Clark had left the house, Chloe sat down on the bed and chuckled. “Smallville High won’t know what hit them,” she said with a grin.

* * *

Clark woke, and did his normal morning routine, minus washing his hair. He wore one of his older, tighter red shirts, and added an old black denim jacket to it. He rushed into the bathroom and expertly did his eyeliner. He grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the house with barely a ‘goodbye’ to his parents.

“What is going on with him?” Jonathan asked looking at Martha.

“I think he is just trying to find out who he really is,” Martha said wisely.

“And he is a gay alien male who suddenly likes to wear eyeliner and straighten his hair?”

“Would you rather he was a gay alien male who was into drugs and alcohol?” Martha asked.

“No, but what are we going to do?” Jonathan asked. There was so much he didn’t know about Clark anymore. He wanted to be his father, but if Clark was going to keep things from him, then this would never work.

“Just wait. When he needs to, he will come to us,” Martha said, with a comforting hug. They stayed that way, sipping coffee, watching the fields.

* * *

Clark arrived at Chloe’s in record time. She was waiting for him in her room, flatiron in hand. Clark sat down and let Chloe work on his hair. His gaze was trained on her in the mirror, watching, memorizing every move she made. He knew when she finished that he could recreate the look, no problem.

They went to school together, and Chloe mentally took note of everyone’s reaction. She watched as everyone’s eyes followed Clark wherever he went. As they made their way to Clark’s locker, Chloe saw some of the football team heading their way.

“Clark, hey what’s up?”

“Hi Ken,” Clark said slowly. No one on the football team ever spoke to him. He was the ‘town queer’ and the football team made it a point to avoid him.

“So, um, yeah,” Ken suddenly walked away without another word.

Clark looked over at Chloe. “What the hell was that?” Clark asked. Chloe just smiled. “Oh, that was a show of how much power you really have,” she said. They were about to continue their conversation when Jason Teague walked up.

“Clark,” Jason said.

“Coach Teague,” Clark replied. He leaned into his locker to get his books, and Chloe watched as Coach Teague’s gaze swept over Clark’s body. Chloe bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

“Um, yes, I know that I left some questions unanswered during our interview, and know that you need those answers. How about we meet today after practice in my office, and we can get those questions out of the way.” Jason subtly stepped closer Clark.

“Um, I am actually going over to Lex’s this afternoon, but how about tomorrow?” Clark asked.

Chloe watched as Coach Teague’s face fell a little. “Um, sure, that’s fine. How about we meet tomorrow after school and I can answer any questions for you.” Clark nodded, and then left with Chloe for class.

School continued uneventfully for Clark. No one else approached him for reason other than to look at him. However, Clark did pay a little more attention, and found that there were quite a few girls, and guys, who would watch him as he walked past, looking with appreciative glances.

He was eager for the end of school. Lex had been busy in Metropolis for the past couple days, and was excited. Lex wasn’t picking him up that day; Clark was going to meet him at the Mansion. Enrique knew to let Clark in. Clark would normally do his homework till Lex got home at about 7:30. However, he changed his plans. Lex had not seen him with his straight hair, so Clark set about to surprise him.

He sped over to the Mansion, and Enrique let him in. He headed straight to the kitchen to talk with Mrs. Shaw, the cook. He wanted some chocolate chip cookies, strawberries, chocolate sauce, and milk delivered to the room at 7:00 sharp. Clark went up to the bedroom and sped through his homework. He stashed his backpack in the closet, and went to work. He asked the housekeeping staff to get him some white and purple candles, which he knew Lex had a ton of. He set them up strategically around the room, and then proceeded to the bed. He turned down the bed, making sure it looked perfect.

He went back down to the kitchen to have some of Mrs. Shaw’s famous Chicken Peach Casserole. He sat in the kitchen and chatted with Mrs. Shaw and Enrique. Both of them had become very good friends and confidants. The fact that they let Clark in whenever he wanted was a show of how much they liked him. They sat around chatting, until Clark noticed that it was almost 6:30. Lex would be home in an hour, and Clark had a few more things left to do.

He went back up to the bedroom, went to the closet, pulled some items out of his backpack and made his way to the bathroom. He placed the four items on the counter, and looked at himself in the mirror as he decided what he wanted to do first. As he came to a decision, he plugged in the flatiron, and while it was warming up, he ran the brush through his hair, and got the snags out. The flatiron heated up quickly, and soon, Clark was getting any stray wave out of his hair until it looked like it had when Chloe did it. When that was done, and the flatiron unplugged, Clark regarded himself in the mirror. He picked the eyeliner up from the counter and applied a thick coat to his eyes, smudged it just a bit and took a moment to look at the effect. He smiled; so far, so good. He then picked up the last item. He regarded it warily. He had swiped it from Chloe’s room and was unsure about how Lex would react. But, he was going to take a chance. He uncapped the dark gloss, and began to apply the color to his lips. It was just a tad darker than his original lip color, and was just enough to bring attention to his lips without it looking like he was wearing lip gloss.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Clark rushed over to let the maid in with the food Mrs. Shaw had sent up. He directed the maid to place it on the dresser on the side of the room. He shooed her out, and when he was sure she was gone, he lit the candles in the room with his heat vision. He had about 25 minutes until Lex got home, and if he knew Lex, it was actually about 10 minutes. Lex loved to be early. He quickly stripped, folded his clothes, put them in a far corner of the room then set about arranging himself on the bed. He laid down so he was facing the bedroom door and arranged his hair so that it was spread out next to him on the pillow, quickly looked at the clock and saw that it was just about that time. He watched the door and waited.

* * *

Lex was tired. He had spent three days in Metropolis, without Clark. He’d had to deal with his father, and was not in a good mood. Enrique let him in, and directed him to his room, where Clark was waiting for him. He quickly ascended the stairs, hell bent on spending some quality time with his boyfriend and lover. He opened the door, and was met with the most beautiful sight ever.

There was his boyfriend and lover, naked and laying on his bed, hair strewn about. What amazed him was that there was no trace of curl. It lay perfectly straight across the pillows in a waterfall of hair. He stepped closer, and saw the heavy eyeliner, slightly smudged to bring attention to them. He looked down, and noticed that Clark’s lips were just a tad darker than normal, and a grin formed on his face.

“Nice trip?” Clark asked from his place on the bed.

“Not remotely. But, my day is improving by the second.” Lex stooped down and removed his socks and shoes. He started to remove his coat, but rush of air, and Clark beside him made him stop.

“Let me,” Clark said quietly. Lex stood still and let Clark undress him. His coat came off, and landed on the floor. Lex watched as Clark’s fingers worked the buttons on his shirt and it was added to the pile. He held his breath as Clark kissed a trail from behind his right ear down to his bellybutton, paying special attention to each nipple and his fingers wasted no time ridding Lex of his belt and pants. Lex felt Clark’s hands grip his ass through his purple silk boxers and bit back a moan as he waited for Clark to relieve him of his boxers. His patience was rewarded, and soon Lex was as naked as Clark.

Lex barely had time to breathe before he found himself face first against a wall, Clark pressed up against him. Lex loved when Clark was like this. Clark placed one hand against the wall, one hand on Lex’s ass, and his lips on the bump on the back of his head. Clark alternated between tongue and teeth, sucking and nibbling. Lex couldn’t fight back the moan that escaped his lips. Suddenly Lex felt a rush of air behind him, and felt something cold drip down his back. Then he felt Clark’s tongue snake around his back.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” Clark murmured softly. Lex looked over his shoulder, and saw a bit of chocolate in the corner of his mouth. Lex smiled as Clark resumed his path down Lex’s back. As he licked, Lex suddenly felt two chocolate coated fingers in his ass. Lex moaned again, loudly. Three fingers, then four; suddenly, the fingers were gone, and Lex felt Clark enter him, and Lex was against the wall with the force of Clark’s thrusts. Lex felt Clark reach around with a chocolate coated hand, and wrap his hand around Lex’s cock. Clark’s hand moved in tandem with Clark’s thrusts. They both came together gloriously, and collapsed on the floor.

“That,” Lex said after five minutes of silence, “was fabulous. Wherever did you get the idea for the chocolate sauce?”

“Just an idea,” Clark said, and to Lex’s surprise, picked Lex up, and carried him into the bathroom. He sat Lex on the sink, and then ran bath water. When the tub was full, he placed Lex in, and then sat facing him. Clark dunked under, and then began washing the makeup off his face. Lex motioned for him to turn around, grabbed the shampoo, and began to work it into Clark’s hair.

“Mmmm, that is heavenly. I haven’t washed my hair since yesterday morning. It needed it.” Clark relaxed under Lex’s ministrations. When Lex finished, Clark dunked again, rinsing out the shampoo. They grabbed washcloths, soaped them up, and lbegan washing each other. No words were said; they washed in loving silence. When they had finished, they stood, grabbed towels, and began drying each other off. Underwear was put on, and kisses were exchanged.

“I love you,” Lex said, looking at Clark. Clean faced, hair a mass of curls; his angel.

“I love you too,” Clark replied, and softly placed a kiss on Lex’s nose. Clark rushed them to the bed, where they went under the covers, and ate chocolate chip cookies and strawberries, and drank milk. Lex put his head on Clark’s chest, and Clark ran his fingers over Lex’s head till Lex started to drift.

“It’s almost time for me to go home. I have an interview with Coach Teague tomorrow after school. The parents want to have a family dinner, but I’ll try to catch you between the two, okay?” Clark said.

“Mmmm, okay,” Lex murmured. He was fast drifting into a deep sleep; the past couple of days finally catching up with him. Clark placed a kiss on Lex’s forehead, and let himself out.

* * *

School passed slowly for Clark the next day. His hair was curly again; Clark didn’t want to take the time that morning to straighten it. The eyeliner, however, was firmly in place. Clark was now used to people watching him as he walked down the hallways. His flannel was slowly disappearing. Clark was just wearing it around the farm now, and had replaced the flannel at school with jackets. Football players and cheerleaders watched as Clark made his way across the football field. He had his interview with Coach Teague, and wanted to get the interview over fast so that he could see Lex before his dinner with his parents.

“Mr. Kent, nice to see you here on time; I hear you have a tendency to be tardy. Please, follow me.” Clark followed Coach Teague back across the field and into the office at the back of the locker room. Coach Teague sat behind the desk, and put one leg up.

“So, Coach Teague, did you play football in college?”

Teague licked his lips. “Yes, I did.” Clark looked back down to his notepad.

“Um, what position did you play?” A slow blush was building, starting from Clark’s neck.

Teague leaned back, and ran a couple of fingers across the bit of collarbone peeking out from his Crows T-shirt. “I liked to play all the positions,” Teague said slowly.

“What do you hope to bring to the team?” Clark’s blush was steadily increasing.

“Stamina and enthusiasm,” Teague replied slowly, his tongue reaching out to brush his top lip.

“Okay. What do you expect from your players?” Clark said, eyes firmly planted on his notepad.

“I expect my players to bring everything they have to the field; total dedication, long, hard practices – “

Clark quickly stood up. “Okay, I think that’s all I need.”

Coach Teague stood up, and walked over to Clark, who quickly backed up so he was against the office door. “Are you sure you have everything you want?” Clark reached his hand back, grabbed the door handle, and wrenched the door open. “Yeah, I got it,” Clark replied, and practically ran for the safety of the Torch office.

Clark barged through the door to the Torch, and came face to face with Chloe and Lex.

“Lex, what are you doing here?” Clark asked, surprised.

“I was just discussing contributing some new equipment to the Torch with Miss Sullivan,” Lex said, with a slow smile.

“Stop with the ‘Miss Sullivan’ crap, Lex. I’ll leave you too alone,” Chloe said with a large smile, and headed for the door.

“Wait, before you go. Here’s the rest of the interview with Coach Teague. If there’s anything missing, can you ask him?”

“Sure Clark; what happened?” Chloe asked, suspicious.

“Nothing; I just think it might be better if you finished it.”

“Clark, tell us what happened,” Lex said, placing a hand on Clark’s arm.

“Um, I think Coach Teague was hitting on me,” Clark said quietly. He slowly recounted the events from the Teague’s office. He watched as Lex’s face darkened in anger, and Chloe fought to keep the laughter down. Finally, Chloe couldn’t hold back any longer, and burst out laughing.

“Chloe, I fail to see what is so amusing,” Lex said darkly.

“Don’t even try to tell me you’re at all surprised by this,” Chloe said, gasping for breath and holding her side.

“What do you mean? You’re not surprised?” Clark asked.

“Of course not; why should I be? You have taken to walking around this school like sex on a stick. Football players and cheerleaders alike are ogling you and talking to you. That is something that has never happened before. You should start getting used to it. Because if you keep walking around like this, you are going to be getting a lot more attention, and probably more people hitting on you,” Chloe said with a small grin. Chloe saw the looks passing between Clark and Lex. “And on that note, I bid you adieu. I’ll see you tomorrow Clark. Lex, thanks for the contribution. I’ll hold you to it.” Chloe left the Torch, leaving Clark and Lex alone.

Lex pushed Clark against the computer and attacked. “Mine,” Lex growled, and moaned when Clark wholeheartedly kissed back. Hands went everywhere. Clark’s hands went behind him, and fumbled on the keyboard. Lex’s lips moved down to Clark’s collarbone, sucking. “Yours,” Clark moaned.

* * *

Moments later, a blushing Clark and a smirking Lex exited the Torch office, kissed briefly, and headed in opposite directions. Clark made his way towards home, for dinner with his parents. Lex, on the other hand, made his way towards the locker room, to have a word with Coach Teague.

Lex silently entered the coach offices. Jason Teague was sitting behind his desk, legs up, eyes closed. Lex cleared his throat delicately.

“Mr. Luthor,” Jason said, surprised. “What can I do for you?”

Lex leaned against the doorjamb, and crossed his arms across his chest. “Clark told me what happened here today. He is too good a person to say anything. I however am not.”

“Mr. Luthor, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Jason said, standing up and moving towards the door.

“I believe you do. And, unless you want your little relationship with Ms. Lang to become public knowledge, you’ll keep your distance from Clark.”

Jason watched the muscles in Lex’s jaw twitch. He knew when he was beat. He didn’t want to get fired. He nodded his head silently. Lex unclenched his jaw, nodded back, and left the room. He never saw Jason collapse back on the chair in relief.

As Lex made his way back to his car, he made a call on his cell phone. “Mercy, Jason Teague. Keep an eye on him.” Lex hung up the phone, and strode back to the car, and made his way home to work on some files for LexCorp.

* * *

Clark sat nervously at the dinner table, with his parents sitting on either side of him. They had been sitting in silence since his mom had placed the food on the table. Now they were eating in silence.

“So, how has school been”? Martha asked.

“Fine; listen, if there is something you need to ask me, just do it,” Clark said.

“It’s nothing really. We’re just a little worried,” Jonathan started.

“Clark, you just haven’t seemed yourself recently,” Martha said.

“I don’t know who myself really is. I know you’ve seen the eyeliner and the straight hair. Is it that big of a deal? I mean, I’m not doing drugs, I’m not drinking; I’m just trying to find out who I really am.”

“And you think wearing eyeliner and straightening your hair is going to help?” Jonathan asked, frustrated. He didn’t understand.

“If that’s what it takes, then yes. The further I have got into this, the more comfortable I am. Yes, I know that some people aren’t going to accept it. But, Lex does, Chloe does, and someday I hope you will too,” Clark said softly.

“Clark, we will always love you, no matter what,” Martha said, “even if you end up dressing completely as a woman.” Clark saw Jonathan grimace a bit, but nodded his agreement.

“You’re our son Clark, and we love you,” Jonathan said with a small smile.

“Thank you for understanding. I don’t really know where things are going with this. But I hope that you will be with me every step of the way, encouraging and supporting me.” Jonathan and Martha stood up, and immediately embraced him in a loving hug. “All right, all this mushy stuff has been great, but I have some homework to finish. I’ll be in the loft if you need me.” Jonathan and Martha nodded and Clark headed toward the loft.

“Is his life ever going to be normal?” Jonathan asked, sitting at the table sipping coffee.

“He was never normal, Jonathan. And how do we know this isn’t normal for Krypton?” Martha asked. “We know nothing about his race. We just have to believe that he will find his way, whatever path it takes him on. If it leads him to more than just eyeliner, then we will be supportive, do you understand?” Martha fixed Jonathan with one of her looks.

“I place my support in him, Martha. I will love him, no matter what.” Jonathan reached over, and grasped Martha’s hand in his. They sat there, holding hands across the kitchen table, just listening to the silence.

* * *

Days and weeks passed uneventfully. Jonathan and Martha stopped giving Clark worried looks every time he exited the house with the eyeliner, dark gloss, and straight hair. The work load had slowed since winter was upon them, and Clark spent more time at Lex’s; relaxing in front of a roaring fire, sipping hot chocolate. Christmas was fast approaching. Clark and Lex had both become secretive about what they were getting each other. They wanted to surprise each other.

Jonathan had taken encouraging and understanding to a new level. It was Lex and Clark’s first Christmas together, and Jonathan invited Lex to have Christmas Eve dinner with them, and he agreed to let Clark spend Christmas Day at the mansion, after Christmas Breakfast.

* * *

Christmas Eve was upon them, and a fine dusting of snow was falling from the sky. Clark stood on the farmhouse’s porch, waiting for Lex to show up. He still couldn’t believe how understanding his parents had been about everything. They were even letting him spend the day at the Mansion the next day. He didn’t even have to worry about a curfew; he could spend the night. Clark was pulled out of his thoughts by the sounds of wheels on snow. Lex pulled up in his Aston Martin, and rushed to the porch to find warmth within Clark’s embrace.

“Help me get some gifts out of the trunk,” Lex said, kissing Clark on the nose. Clark followed Lex to the car, and carried in the gifts, while Lex carried in a bottle of wine. They entered the house, and Lex could smell the dinner cooking, and was in awe of the decorations in the house. Lex of course, had hired a decorator for the mansion, but the Kent house was completely different. There was a distinct homey feel to it. The Christmas tree was a hodgepodge of decorations, both bought and handmade by Clark. He was brought out of his reverie by Martha and Jonathan coming into the living room.

“Merry Christmas Lex,” Martha said, as she kissed Lex on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas Martha,” Lex replied.

“Lex,” Jonathan said, extending his hand.

“Merry Christmas Jonathan,” Lex said, shaking his hand. He was surprised when Jonathan pulled him into a gruff hug.

“Well, now that the mushy stuff is over, let’s open presents!” Clark said enthusiastically.

“Now Clark, you know that we always eat dinner first, then open presents before eating desert,” Martha said with a grin. “It’s the same every year. He always tries to open presents before dinner.” Lex smiled, and followed the Kents into the dining room for dinner.

Dinner was lovely, with plenty of laughter and conversation. They made their way back out into the living room to open their gifts. Lex was surprised to see gifts for him under the tree. Three gaily wrapped Christmas presents were placed on his lap, just waiting to be opened. He looked at the tag on the first, and saw Clark’s name written on the tag. He glanced at Clark, saw the sneaky smile, and then immediately tore into the paper. When all the paper was gone, he found himself staring at a beautiful cedar box, with the initials C and L intertwined. He opened the box, and found a beautiful leather bound book inside. Lex lifted it out, opened it, and saw that it was a photo album, holding page upon page of pictures of the two of them. Lex could hardly hold back the tears. Clark just smiled, and handed him another package. He opened the package, and found loads of purple. He pulled each item out, and found a pair of purple chenille mittens, a scarf, and a hat.

“You always look so cold every winter, so I thought you could use something to keep you warm when my son isn’t around,” Martha said with a loving smile. Lex placed each item back into the box, and reached for the last package. He knew it was from Jonathan, and was extremely curious.

Lex pealed the paper back, and stared at a simple box. He opened the box, and he almost gasped. There before him was a beautiful compass that had the appearance of a pocket watch.

“It’s a Kent tradition. Giving this shows trust. Keep on the right path, keep your promises,” Jonathan said softly. Lex had a hard time not noticing the sheen of tears in Jonathan’s eyes. Lex knew that it was hard for him and Martha to basically give up their son, and Lex understood. He stood, and found himself in the gruff embrace of Jonathan Kent. “Be good to him, son,” Jonathan whispered into Lex’s ear. Lex found himself silently nodding, not trusting himself to speak.

“All right, my turn,” Clark said excitedly, breaking the moment. He tore into his presents, and barely remembered what his parents gave him, but he was pretty sure it was clothes. However, he saw a small box that he knew immediately was from Lex. He tore into the paper, and came across a plain white box. He opened the box, and came across a small silver keychain with the word ‘Clark’s’ engraved on it. Attached to the keychain were a single key and a small remote. Clark looked at Lex with a smile.

“Is this the key to …?” Clark asked.

“Yes. It is the key to the truck I tried to give you your freshman year. I figure I won’t be here all the time and I can’t pick you up from school if I’m not here. It’s high time you had another mode of transportation. At least this one doesn’t break the sound barrier, and has less of a chance for you to end up on a lab table somewhere.” Lex said, taking Clark’s hand into his, and lacing their fingers together. Lex brought their hands to his lips, and kissed Clark’s knuckles.

Martha and Jonathan saw the loving looks that passed between Clark and Lex, and knew that everything was going to be fine. Jonathan delicately cleared his throat, and Lex and Clark looked up.

“Time for pear pie,” Martha said with a smile. Clark immediately jumped up, pulled Lex with him, and raced for the kitchen. Martha and Jonathan followed, chuckling. Pie was eaten sitting around the kitchen, and soon it was time for Lex to go. Clark walked him out to his car, and kissed him with enough heat and passion to melt the snow falling around them. When Clark came back into the kitchen, Martha and Jonathan noticed that he was floating about six inches off the floor.

* * *

Christmas morning dawned bright and clear, and Clark woke with the sun. He quickly ran through his chores, and then ran upstairs to shower. He took the time to straighten his hair, and applied his eyeliner and a slight tint to his lips before pulling on the requisite blue jeans, and then pulled on one of the turtleneck sweaters his parents had given him for Christmas. The dark green of the sweater helped to bring attention to his eyes. He sat down at the kitchen table, and enjoyed a quiet breakfast with his parents. When breakfast was done, he hugged his dad, kissed his mom on the cheek, and then raced to the mansion. He had the keys to the truck, but it was still with Lex; he would drive the truck home.

He arrived at the Mansion in record time, and was let in by Enrique. Clark made his way upstairs, and found Lex lounging in the game room. He was snoring lightly, lying on the couch, with a wrapped box next to him. Clark walked in, and kissed Lex on the forehead, causing Lex to wake up.

“Hey there beautiful,” Clark said.

“Right back at ya,” Lex said with a grin. He sat up, picked up the box, and handed it to Clark. “In honor of your recent experimentations, I thought I would give you this. Be thankful I didn’t give this to you in front of your parents.”

Clark slowly took the wrapped box, sat down next to Lex, and began to peel the paper off. When the paper was on the floor, Clark noticed that the box said ‘Victoria Secret.’ He glanced at Lex, but Lex only responded with a secretive smile. Clark slowly removed the lid, and moved the pink tissue paper out of the way. He reached his hands in, and pulled out a bunch of red lace. He spread it out, and found himself looking at underwear. It looked kind of like some of his underwear, but it was red and lacy. He glanced at Lex.

“I want to see you in them,” Lex said softly, a slight blush on his cheeks. Clark barely responded. He was too busy rubbing the lace between his fingers, feeling the softness and newness of the underwear. “Clark? Will you wear them for me?”

“Lex, these are beautiful,” Clark said with a smile. In his mind, he was trying to picture himself in them, and couldn’t wait to try them on. He stood up, and pulled the sweater over his head, and tossed it on the floor. His shoes, socks, and jeans quickly followed. Lex stared at Clark standing in the middle of the game room in just his black jockey shorts. Before Lex could say a word, the jockey shorts joined the pile of clothes; the panties were making their way up Clark’s legs.

Lex stood up, and walked around Clark. The underwear was perfect; they cupped Clark’s ass perfectly. Lex ran his finger along Clark’s butt, and Clark moaned involuntarily. Lex tugged on a lock of Clark’s hair. Clark turned around and pulled Lex into a kiss. Lex’s hands made their way to Clark’s ass, rubbing the lace of the underwear.

“These aren’t going to stay on that long, if you keep doing that,” Clark said huskily. Lex responded by grabbing Clark’s ass harder. Clark pushed him towards the pool table, and lifted him on to it. His fingers reached for Lex’s shirt, and pulled it over his head. He threw it towards his own pile of clothes, and put his attention on Lex’s pants. He gently removed Lex’s pants and silk boxers and added them to the pile of clothes. Clark got down and placed himself right at Lex’s cock. He ran his fingernails alongside Lex’s inner thighs. Lex’s hands fisted themselves into Clark’s hair as he felt Clark’s hands and tongue attack his erection. Lex moaned as he felt Clark’s tongue super speed right on the head of his cock. He barely had time to register the hot wet sensation before Clark was swallowing him whole. He pulled hard on Clark’s hair as he came, and found himself laying on the pool table. He saw Clark stand up, lick his lips, and grin.

“Well that was fun, but now what are we going to do for the rest of day,” Clark said with a smile. Lex stood up, cleaned himself off, and got dressed. He handed Clark his clothes, everything but his old underwear. Clark put his clothes on, leaving the red lace on under his jeans. The jeans rubbing the lace rubbing his rear end was an unusual experience, and Clark was finding it very pleasurable.

Clark followed Lex through the mansion, and found him following Lex into the second floor ballroom. He entered, and stopped in shock. The room had been transformed. It looked like a spa. Clark turned to look at Lex.

“Lex, what is all this?”

“You work so hard, not just on the farm, but helping keep Smallville safe in secret, that I thought you deserved a day of relaxation.”

Clark followed Lex further into the room, and stopped in front of a couple of women who handed the robes, and directed them to the side room to get changed.

* * *

Their day together was nice. They enjoyed manicures, pedicures, and facials together. Clark noticed that when they were done with his nails and toenails, that the polish had a miniscule hint of color; pale blue if you looked really close.

The next station was for Clark and Clark alone. Lex stood next to the chair with an older looking woman, staring at his face intently.

“What?” Clark finally asked.

“Nothing, we are just contemplating your eyebrows,” Lex said with a small grin. Clark saw that look in his eyes, and was suddenly uncomfortable. He sat very still as he watched the older woman come at him with a Popsicle stick and some yellow stuff. She smeared the yellow stuff above and below his eyebrow. She applied a white strip of fabric to the yellow stuff, rubbed it a bit, and then ripped it off. Clark was grateful he didn’t really feel pain, otherwise he would have cried. He could feel tons of hairs being ripped out. He felt as the same thing was repeated on the other eyebrow.

“It’s a vast improvement,” Lex said, handing Clark a small hand mirror.

Clark took the mirror, confused as to why Lex felt the need to remove parts of his eyebrows in the first place. He lifted the mirror, and his gaze met a face he almost didn’t recognize. His once large eyebrows had been thinned and shaped into an arch. He still looked masculine, yet there was a touch of femininity to them.

Lex grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a wash sink where a different woman washed his hair for him. She finished, and led him to another chair in front of a large mirror. Lex stood next to her behind Clark, talking quietly. Clark, with his super hearing, could hear everything they were saying.

“I wanna keep the curl,” Lex was saying.

“Of course; the curl is fabulous,” the older woman said softly. Clark just sat back, rolled his eyes, and let them do what they will.

He waited patiently as his head was covered in some sort of goop, and foil. He and Lex held hands and chatted while waiting for the color to take affect. When he was deemed ‘ready’ the stylist washed his hair and then set him in front of a mirror so he could watch what she was doing. The first thing he noticed was that there were streaks of light brown all throughout his hair. The second thing he noticed was that the stylist was taking pieces, and cutting them at an angle. And she was cutting it much more than just a normal trim. Pieces three and four inches long were falling onto the floor around him. He was worried for a moment until he saw the smile on Lex’s face. If Lex was smiling, then everything was okay.

As the stylist finished, and began to run product through his hair, he could see Lex’s smile widen. He looked in the mirror, and saw a mass of curls hanging about his shoulders. There were streaks of lighter brown running all throughout. The way his hair was cut emphasized the curl, and his hair was styled away from his face, showing off his luminescent green eyes and pouting lips.

“Perfect,” Lex said, kissing Clark on his cheek. Clark blushed and grinned. Clark and Lex were oblivious as the spa staff gathered their things, left the room, and left the lovers locked in their passionate embrace.

* * *

Clark met with Chloe the next day in his loft. He knew that he was going to have to include Chloe in his latest idea, and this required that he let Chloe in on everything. He had taken care with his appearance that day. He had done his hair exactly as the stylist had, took extra care with his eyeliner, and was wearing one of his new turtleneck sweaters, this time in bright blue.

“Hey Clark,” Chloe said, taking in Clark’s appearance. “I love your hair.” Clark blushed.

“Yesterday I let Lex get someone to have their way with it. I like it,” he said softly.

“I do too. So, what did you wanna ask me?”

“Well, I have a favor to ask of you. But first, I think I need to tell you something. Do you remember when I first started wearing eyeliner?” When he saw Chloe nod, he continued. “Well, the night before, Lex asked if he could put it on me, and I said yes. And ever since then, I have been, kinda … well … experimenting. I did the eyeliner, then you helped me straighten my hair, and then something else happened. Last night, Lex gave me a present.” Clark undid the button of his jeans, lowered his zipper, and showed Chloe the red lacy underwear that he was still wearing.

“Wow,” Chloe said. “Are you happy?”

“I really am. I’ve learned so much more about myself in these past few months, and I am really happy. But, this isn’t why I asked you here. I mean, I wanted you to know about all this so I could ask you this favor.”

“Clark, you are my best friend in the whole world. Anything you want, just ask,” Chloe said, taking Clark’s hand in hers.

“Okay.” Clark took a deep breath. “I found out that I wear a large in women’s underwear,” Clark said with a blush. “I was wondering if you might purchase some for me,” he finished softly.

Chloe looked at him silently for a moment. “Clark, of course I will help you! You are my best friend in the whole world. Now, let’s get up to your room and pick out some totally hot underwear!” Chloe stood up, and pulled Clark along with her to Clark’s room.

They made it up to Clark’s room without encountering Clark’s parents, and immediately fired up the computer. Clark logged in, and let Chloe take control. She navigated to Victoria’s Secret, and she and Clark immediately began looking through styles and colors of underwear. Chloe was very helpful and non-judgmental as she helped him pick some cool colors of boy-cut panties. She used her account to buy them and Clark promised to pay her back later. Chloe promised that when they arrived at her house, she would bring them over. She left, saying her dad wanted her home for dinner, leaving Clark thinking about all the panties he bought in all those colors: teal, dark blue, forest green, black, and of course, purple. He couldn’t wait for Lex to see him in them.

* * *

Clark was on pins and needles until he got his package from Chloe. He had been wearing his red panties every other day, washing them on the off days. He was sure his mother saw them, but she didn’t say a thing. He and Lex barely had any time together, as Lex was busy commuting back and forth from Metropolis, for business, and research. However, Lex had promised a weekend in Metropolis. The night before Lex and Clark were supposed to head out, Chloe stopped by to deliver the package.

He and Chloe sat on his bed, picking which underwear he was going to take with him. He and Chloe decided on the purple, and that he would wear the green pair the next day. Chloe slipped him a digital camera.

“Chloe, I can’t take this,” Clark said.

“I never got you anything for Christmas. If you end up following this experiment all the way to the end, I want to see some proof; hence the camera,” Chloe said with a grin. Clark smiled in return, and put the digital camera in his backpack. Chloe gave him a quick hug, and then left him to finish getting ready.

* * *

Clark was waiting on the front porch when Lex pulled up that cold morning in late January. His parents had given their permission, with the warning to ‘be careful.’ Lex pulled up in a Porsche, Clark climbed in, and they were off.

“So, where are we off to?” Clark asked.

“Well, we are going to drop our stuff off at the Four Seasons, and then I thought we might go shopping. Finn is in town,” Lex said with a smile. Delphinea, otherwise known as Finn, was one of Lex’s best friends from his Club Zero days. They had both managed to survive, and remained good friends. Clark had met her, and thought she was a blast.

“Sounds good to me; what are you shopping for?”

“You,” Lex said slyly.

“Huh? Lex, what are you talking about?”

“You need some big boy clothes. All you wear are jeans, t-shirts, and most recently, sweaters. You need to expand your wardrobe. Also, if all of this experimenting is going to go where I think it is going, you are going to need a second wardrobe,” Lex declared with a gleam in his eyes. He turned, and saw a curious look in Clark’s eyes. Lex knew he had made the right decision to have a particular shop closed on Sunday.

Their belongings made their way into their room, and Clark and Lex were on their way to some of the well known stores in Metropolis. Finn appeared, and Clark stared. He was strictly for boys only, more importantly, he was Lex-only, but Finn was gorgeous, and deserved to be stared at. She stood 5’10” with flaming red hair, bright green eyes, a figure to die for, and legs for days. Today, she was wearing a dark green leather mini skirt with a white men’s dress shirt.

“So, what are we doing today?” Finn asked with interest.

“Clark is getting some big boy clothes,” Lex said. Just as they were about to head for the first shop, a large group of women came upon them. Clark stood back as he watched Lex and Finn become lost in arms, as hugs were passed around. Finally, the hugs were done, and Lex put his attention back on Clark.

“Clark, these are the girls. Girls, this is Clark.” Clark glanced down the line of seven women. Each was incredibly beautiful. “Let me make introductions. The lovely woman on the end there is Michelle; some of her photographs are in the Metropolis Museum of Art, alongside some of Ashley’s paintings, the woman standing next to her. Next is Tasha, she directed the latest Christina Aguilera video. Maggie, she owns her own publishing company, Jenny has her own very successful TV show where she critiques all new movies in the theatre. Finally, there’s Shannon, a dancer with the Metropolis Ballet Company, and Cori, who just finished making a movie with Christian Bale and Brandon Routh.”

Clark stood in awe. Every single woman in front of him was extremely wealthy and well known. They were all very successful in their chosen fields. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” He watched as all of women looked him up and down.

“All right girls, it looks like we have a big project on our hands, so let’s get going,” Michelle said cheerfully.

Clark felt himself get dragged towards the nearest shop by the group of successful females. The next couple of hours passed by in a blur; each woman had their own opinion, and they each had specific ideas for how Clark should be dressed. He ended up trying on and buying a large variety of clothing. Thankfully, Finn seemed to be the harmonizer, and kept their hands off each other, but sadly not off him. Michelle kept running her fingers through his hair, Ashley had a fascination for his eyes, constantly complimenting them, and staring at them. Tasha kept running her fingers over his lips, Jenny just could not keep her hands off his abs, Shannon kept an iron grip on his arms, and Cori kept pinching his butt! Finally, Clark had enough. As they were paying for the last pile of clothes, Cori’s hand strayed towards his butt, yet again.

“Excuse me, but if you could all keep your hands to yourself, I would be grateful. While I appreciate the fact that you all find me attractive, I am involved with Lex.” The girls quickly got the hint from this firm but very polite speech and each gave Finn a thumbs-up sign, signaling that Clark has passed The Test. Finn nodded, and passed the message onto Lex, who was standing outside the dressing rooms. The girls, Clark, and Lex made their way to a nearby café for a late lunch; they didn’t need to worry about the clothes, they were being delivered to mansion in Smallville on Monday.

* * *

The next day was just for Clark, Lex, and Finn. She was tagging along as a consultant. Clark really didn’t know where they were going, but he had an idea. He saw Finn carrying a small indiscreet black bag with her, which made him curious. The car dropped them off in front of a closed shop called ‘Torrid.’

“Lex, why are we here? They’re closed,” Clark said, peering through the windows, and noticed that the store was filled with girl clothes.

“They are closed to everyone but us today,” Lex said with a smile, and motioned for the sales clerk inside to let them in. Clark followed Lex and Finn inside, and stopped just inside the door.

“C’mon cutie; there are tons of things here that I am just dying to see you in,” Finn said with a large grin. Lex stood next and watched as Finn pulled Clark through the store, pulling item after item off the racks, handing them to the girl waiting on them. At first, Clark was wary, and let Lex and Finn do all the choosing. But after a little bit, Clark got into it, and began giving his opinion. He finally headed to the dressing room, with Finn and Lex in tow.

“Now, we can try with the stuff I have in the little black bag, or not? What do you want to do?” Finn asked Clark.

“What’s in the bag?”

“A gaff, a bra, and some breast forms,” Lex answered for Finn. “But, I think you can probably pull it off without needing any of this.” Lex tossed the bag on the floor next to the pile of shoes that had made their way into the dressing room. Both Lex and Finn stood expectantly in front of the open dressing room door, waiting for Clark to start changing. When Clark realized that they weren’t moving, he sighed, and began to get undressed. Soon, he was standing barefoot and shirtless in just his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and as he began to take them off, he heard Lex’s gasp. Clark looked down, and realized that Lex hadn’t known he was wearing the purple underwear. He looked up at Lex, and smiled a mischievous grin. Lex laughed, and handed him the first outfit.

A couple of hours later, Clark, Lex and Finn were headed to the movies. Clark now had a complete second wardrobe, which was going to be sent to the mansion. Clark loved the two sets of clothes that Lex had bought for him. He never thought he'd have two separate sets of clothes--boys' and girls'--and he was excited about wearing all of them. Two sets of clothes, two identities. He might not wear the girls' clothes in Smallville without creating heart attacks, but there was nothing to stop him from wearing them around Metropolis with Lex. It was an exhilarating thought.

* * *

Clark and Lex had left for the mansion after watching the movie with Finn, since Clark had school the next day, and now they were home, and Clark eagerly followed Lex through the mansion to the bedroom. The second they entered the bedroom, Clark found himself pushed against the door with Lex’s tongue and lips attacking him.

“God, do you know how turned on I am, knowing that you were wearing panties this whole weekend? When did you get them?” Lex said between kisses.

“Chloe helped me get them. I told her everything, and she’s cool with it,” Clark said, burying his head in Lex’s shoulder.

“She will be aptly rewarded for helping you,” Lex said, grinning into Clark’s hair. His hands strayed down to Clark’s ass, stroking it through the lace of Clark’s underwear.

“Lex, we spent all last night ‘marking our territory’ all over the hotel room,” Clark said with a cheeky smile. Lex smiled at the memory, and pinched Clark’s ass. “Tonight; Lex, tonight will you just hold me?” Lex looked into the incredible trust, innocence and love that showed in Clark’s eyes, and gently walked him to the bed. He laid down, and pulled Clark down with him. Clark laid his head on Lex’s chest, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Lex pulled the sheets and blankets up, and watched his angel sleep. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. This kind, caring, attractive, smart, funny, and adventurous man lying with him was all his, and he had no intention of ever letting him go.

* * *

After that eventful weekend, Clark led a double life. He was the fashionable boyfriend of Lex Luthor in Smallville, and the mysterious woman at Lex’s side in Metropolis. They were very careful to remain discreet in Metropolis, because they wanted to avoid any and all drama that would come with any sort of revelation regarding their relationship. It simply made their complicated lives a little easier.

Clark was very much the popular man at school. When he showed up in his new clothes, added to his new hair, he got everyone’s attention, and held it. That first week, many guys and girls were found running into random objects any time Clark was around. Clark and Chloe would just laugh. She had become his biggest confidant next to Lex, and he valued her friendship.

Clark loved the idea that he was living this almost double life. In Smallville, he was Clark, the boyfriend. In Metropolis, he was Kira, Lex’s mysterious companion. Clark sat contemplating his wonderful life one Saturday night in March while in a club in Metropolis with Lex.

“Kira?” Clark looked up to see Lex standing in front of him. Lex was wearing a dark blue silk shirt, and black leather pants, which matched Clark’s dark blue halter dress. “Would you care to dance?”

“I would love to,” Clark said, taking Lex’s hand and allowing him to lead them out onto the dance floor. He immediately wrapped himself around Lex, swaying to the slow beat of the song. They were completely oblivious to everything around them, till Lex felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Lex Luthor?” Lex turned to see a petite girl with a red pixie cut and dark brown eyes staring at him. “It’s Becky, from the Talon?”

“Oh, of course. What are you doing here?”

“I heard this was the place to be, so I dragged my boyfriend here with me.” She peered around Lex to see who he was dancing with. Clark chose that moment to lift his head, and he turned and looked right at Becky.

“Oh! You’re –“

“Becky, this is Kira,” Lex said, pinning Becky with a steely glare.

“No one in Smallville knows, do they?” Becky asked, looking at Clark.

“No, and we would really like to keep it that way,” Clark said, with a casual flip of his hair.

“Oh I swear, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me,” Becky said, with a grin. “You look really good Kira,” she said, and then faded into the crowd.

Clark and Lex melded back together. “Do you really think she’ll keep our secret?” Lex asked.

“Oh, she’ll keep it. She’s not one to spread secrets or gossip,” Clark reassured Lex, and kissed him on the tip of his nose. Lex sighed, relaxed, and enjoyed their dance.

* * *

“All right Clark, what do you think; pink or purple?” Chloe asked Clark, holding up two dresses in front of her. Prom was about a month away, and Chloe wanted to get ahead of the game dress-wise. Clark turned to look at her, and grimaced. “Hell no to the pink one, but the purple has definite possibilities.” Chloe grinned, and placed the pink one back on the rack. “So, what are you going to do about prom, Clark?”

“I don’t really know. The principal won’t let Lex and I go together to prom. I don’t wanna go unless Lex is with me,” Clark said forlornly.

“Well, you could always go stag, and have Lex sign up to be a chaperone,” Chloe suggested.

“Yeah, but then we wouldn’t be able to dance together. If I am going to prom, I want to be able to dance with my boyfriend,” Clark said. He looked at Chloe, and saw that she had an odd glint in her eyes. “What are you thinking?”

Chloe put the purple dress back on the rack. “C’mon, I have an awesome idea. We need to go talk to Lex.” Clark, curious, followed her to his truck, where they drove over to the mansion.

They found Lex sitting behind his desk. He saw Chloe and Clark enter, and immediately stood, and left his desk to give Clark a kiss. “Chloe, Clark, to what do I owe the extreme pleasure of having you grace my office with your presence today?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I have no idea. Chloe and I were talking about prom, and how you and I wouldn’t be able to dance together, and then she got that glint in her eyes, and got me to drive us over here. She says she has, in her words ‘an awesome idea.’”

Lex turned to Chloe. “So Chloe, what is your solution to our conundrum?”

Chloe turned to Clark. “Lex goes as a chaperone, and convinces the principal to let him bring a date of his own. I’m sure, with a little push, he’ll let you,” she finished, turning to Lex and giving him a bright smile.

“And just who do you figure for my date?” Lex asked, intrigued. He had an idea of where Chloe was going with this, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Why Kira, of course!” Chloe said with a large smile. Lex returned her smile, and watched Clark’s eyes go wide.

“You can’t be serious?” Clark exclaimed.

“Why not; no one here knows that you’re Kira, and you’d knock their socks off!” Chloe said, giving Clark an appraising gaze. She was one of the few who had seen him as Kira, and she had never seen a more beautiful woman. As Clark, he was kind of bumbling, though he had become more graceful since Lex had come into his life, and boosted his confidence. But Kira was feminine and graceful, and no one in Metropolis (besides Becky) had ever made him.

“I don’t know, Chloe. What happens if we’re at the prom together, and someone finds us out; someone like the principal?”

“So what? You enjoy the dance for a little bit, get to dance together, then if you get found out, you guys can go back to the mansion and have prom night,” Chloe exclaimed with a cheeky grin. Clark flicked her on the arm.

“You know, it might just work. I think the principal did say something about needing chaperones, and I’m sure he won’t say no to me bringing a date,” Lex said slowly.

“Do you think we could actually pull it off?” Clark asked.

“Hell yes! I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it would work,” Chloe said.

“Do you think the principal is still in his office?” Lex asked mischievously. When he saw Chloe’s telling grin, he picked up the phone, and dialed the school. “Hello, this is Lex Luthor. I understand that you are still looking for chaperones for the prom, and I want to help you out ….. Yes I understand that this is a school function … No I don’t plan to bring the press with me, but I would like to bring a date ….. Yes, I understand that this is a school function” (Lex rolled his eyes) “My date is female …. Of course, I understand …. Yes, I’ll see you there.” Lex grinned and hung up the phone.

“He agreed to it?” Clark asked.

“Yes, I just can’t bring the press with me, and my date has to be female,” Lex said with a grin.

“Oh my gosh, this is just so exciting?” Chloe said, bouncing slightly.

“Chloe, you and Clark are going to be treated to the best prom experience,” Lex said with an earnest smile.

* * *

The next month was filled with plans and fittings, for both Clark and Chloe. At least once a week, Chloe and Clark were at the mansion, either trying on their gowns, or discussing hair and makeup. The day of prom arrived, and Chloe and Clark were at the mansion bright and early. Lex, Clark and Chloe at breakfast together, and then played a couple of games of pool, before Lex led Clark and Chloe to the upstairs ballroom where stylists and makeup artists sat ready.

Clark and Chloe sat chatting as they sat down and were attacked by the hairstylists first. Clark and Chloe sat chatting as they got their hair done. Chloe ended up with a very sleek up do with lavender placed sporadically throughout, and Clark’s hair was straightened, with the ends curled under around his face. The stylist had placed a small braid at either temple, meeting in the back with a clasp with sapphires and fire opals.

Makeup was done quickly, efficiently, and expertly. Clark and Chloe came out looking stunning. They quickly got into their gowns; Chloe into her beautiful lavender Grecian style gown and lavender lace up heels, and Clark into his deep turquoise halter gown, with white sandal style heels.

They entered the dining room, and had a sumptuous feast with Lex. All of them were eating, and laughing, and telling stories about what they thought the reactions would be at the high school. Dinner ended, and Chloe and Clark grabbed their wraps and purses, and headed with Lex for the limo, and soon they were off to the prom.

* * *

The gym was dark, and Lex, Chloe, and Clark’s appearance barely registered. Everyone was too busy dancing or chatting. Chloe immediately went over to the DJ to request ‘a song that people could actually dance to’ while Lex and Clark made their way to the dance floor to share a slow dance. Lex grinned as he saw every man and teenage boy follow Clark. He saw Jason standing on the sidelines, and Lana standing a couple of feet away from him, both of them watching with curiosity.

The dance finished, and Clark and Lex made their way to a table. Everyone kept coming over to the table, wanting to know who Lex’s gorgeous date was. Lex introduced Clark as Kira, a close friend from Metropolis. Kira charmed every single person who walked up to the table, and not one of them ever guessed that Kira was really Clark.

The night went so fast, and soon one of the teachers was on stage about to announce prom Queen and King. Some football player was crowned King, and Clark watched him high five his teammates and make his way up to the stage. Clark sat next to Lex, just wanting the night to be over. They had danced enough dances, and Clark wanted a prom night. He was concentrating so hard on imagining prom night; he almost missed the announcement of prom Queen.

“And our Prom Queen is … Kira?” the teacher looked confused as he read the name.

Clark looked over at Lex in awe. Lex smiled, and helped him to his feet, and escorted him to the stage, where the teacher placed a tiara on his head, and handed him a bouquet of roses. Clark stood there for a second, then smiled, waved, and left the stage. Lex grabbed him around the waist, and placed a quick kiss on his lips. Lex escorted him back to their table, where they immediately began laughing.

Lana made her way over to Lex’s table. She hadn’t met this Kira woman yet, but she was curious. So, she strode over to the table, and stuck out her hand.

“Hello Kira, nice to meet you,” Lana said carefully.

“Hello Lana,” Clark said with a smile. Clark watched her face and saw the confusion clouding her eyes. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what? Did Lex or Chloe tell you who I am?”

Clark stared at her big hair, too big eyes, and governess-like dress. He rolled his eyes when the confusion failed to clear. “Oh for cryin’ out loud Lana! You mean to tell me you have no idea who I am? I have lived next door to you for as long as I can remember.” He grinned as the confusion cleared, and shock replaced it.

“C-Clark?” Lana stuttered. Clark nodded, and Lex and Chloe grinned. They all could see the battle going on behind her eyes. Lana bounced between wanting to berate Clark for doing something so vulgar, and wanting to gush over his dress and accessories. Clark watched her edge closer to the table, but just as she was about to ask about Clark’s dress, Jason came ambling over.

“Lex, who is this stunning creature?” Jason asked, giving Clark a once over.

“This is Kira, a dear friend of mine from Metropolis,” Lex said smoothly, taking Clark’s hand in his, and kissing his fingertips. Jason looked at Lana, and saw a weird expression in her eyes. Lex watched as Lana made head motions over to Clark and himself.

“Doesn’t Kira remind you of someone?” Lana asked, deciding not to squeal of the dress, but to expose Clark and Lex.

Jason took a step closer, and looked again at Kira. Suddenly, recognition shown on Jason’s face. “Mr. Kent, is that you?” Jason looked like he was about to throw up. He motioned to Lana, and made his way over to the principal.

“I think this is the time to make our exit,” Lex said, standing and taking Clark’s hand.

“Do you think we’re gonna get caught?” Clark asked warily.

“Please; no one is going to believe that Kira is really a guy. You charmed everyone’s socks off; you won prom queen for cryin’ out loud. Plus, who would believe Coach Teague and Lana Lang?” Chloe finished with a grin.

“You’re right. Kira, your chariot waits. Chloe, I’m sure you can find a ride home,” Lex said. Chloe grinned, and watched as Lex took Clark’s hand, and led him to the limo, and back to the mansion.

* * *

They wasted no time making their way up to the master bedroom. Lex quickly stripped down, and then made his way over to Clark. He helped Clark disrobe, tossing the dress on the floor next to his tux. Clark slipped out of his shoes, and then removed his stockings and garter belt. He was standing before Lex in just his teal panties and crown. Lex gave Clark a grin as he removed his panties. Lex led Clark over to the bed, where they laid down, facing each other.

“You know, you really don’t need this to show that you are fabulous; you are wonderful just they way you are,” Lex said softly, removing Clark’s crown and placing it on the nightstand. Clark leaned in, and placed his lips on Lex’s collarbone, sucking across his chest.

“As Queen,” Clark murmured, “I demand that you fuck me.”

“As Queen?” Lex said with a grin. “Well then, I must do as my Queen commands.”

Clark laughed and let Lex maneuver him onto his stomach. He felt Lex straddle his thighs, and then lost all concept of thought as Lex entered him.

“Are you happy?” Lex asked moments later as they basked in the afterglow.

“Extremely happy; I think I finally know who I am.” Clark said, leaning into Lex’s touch.

“Really; and who are you?” Lex asked with a smile.

“I’m Clark, and I’m Kira, and I’m yours,” Clark said, placing his lips against Lex’s.

They lay together, and watched the stars through the window as they drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Clark took the tiara off the sleeping girl’s head, and turned to Lex with a smile. “She was more accepting of it all than I thought she would be,” Clark said softly, as he pulled the blankets up.

“Lena’s our daughter; of course she’d be accepting,” Lex said, kissing Clark on the cheek. “She has spent the last 9 years knowing about both you and Kira. It was only a matter of time before she asked how you came to be Mommy *smirk* and Kira.”

“I know I was worrying for no reason, but still,” Clark trailed off, looking at their daughter. “Her friends don’t have male mommies who cross-dress on the weekends.” Lex grabbed Clark’s hand, kissed his fingers and led him back to their bedroom.

“Most mommies aren’t you,” Lex said with a smile.

Clark returned the smile and placed the tiara on his nightstand, right next to their wedding photo.

“I can’t believe how lucky I have am,” Lex said, staring at Clark.

“I am lucky. Without you, I never would have figured out who I really was,” Clark said softly, pulling Lex into an embrace.

“Lena’s asleep for the night,” Lex said with a mischievous smile.

“Yes,” Clark said slowly, as Lex wrapped his hand in Clark’s hair.

“And the other members of the JL are taking care of the city tonight,” Lex whispered against Clark’s throat.

“I think I see where you’re going with this,” Clark said, lifting Lex, and plopping him on the bed.

“I love you,” Lex said softly.

“I love you too,” Clark said.

They lay together, hours later, Lex’s head pillowed on Clark’s chest, watching the rain outside the penthouse bedroom window, drifting happily to sleep.