That's All I Ask of You

Prologue

'How did it come to this?'

He groaned as he rolled over and stared up into the rafters of the barn. It was times like this when he was glad that, with no kryptonite around, he healed instantaneously— at least physically.

This had gone on far too long. How pathetic was he? To let himself be used repeatedly in this way? The sad thing was that Lex didn't even have to use kryptonite in the beginning…

The first couple years, Lex had been a great friend to him, or at least, he had thought so. He wasn't sure when or what had changed, or if anything had actually changed at all. Perhaps everything before had been just an act. Lex was good at that. He was also good at getting what he wanted… whatever it took.

The first time it had happened, they had been shooting pool at the mansion, and Lex's hands had wandered quite a bit as he leaned over him as Clark had made a shot. He didn't even resist. How could he with Lex threatening his parents, the farm, the entire damn town?

He supposed he should be thankful that he couldn't feel the pain, although he certainly didn't have to fake the tears leaking from his eyes. Lex, of course, had been sorely displeased at his lack of arousal that time and every time following it, but it was the one thing that Clark took a small amount of comfort in because, in a perverse way, as long as Lex's touches gave him no pleasure, he held onto a small piece of himself.

It wasn't until the state senatorial elections that Lex began to wear the kryptonite ring, telling Clark that it would forever remind him that things weren't always as they seemed. Why he even bothered speaking to Clark in such a would-be tender manner was beyond him. Maybe, in his own twisted way, Lex actually cared for him. But as always with Luthers, the only kind of affection they could show was tainted, possessive, controlling, and cruel.

In a way, Clark was grateful for the ring. It allowed him to focus more on the physical pain of Lex's fingers stretching, Lex's hands grasping and caressing, Lex's lips kissing and nipping, and Lex's erection pressing into him.

He closed his eyes and tried to suppress the images in his mind. If his dad could see him now…

It had gotten worse after Jonathan had died and his mom became senator. There were more opportunities for Lex to get him alone.

God, thinking back on all the times he could have just let the bald billionaire died! It wasn't as if he were obligated to save everyone, right? Hell, he had even had quite a few excuses to kill the man himself, the most recent of which being Jor-El's outright order to kill the vessel of Zod. Why hadn't he done it? Maybe he deserved all of this…

How fucking messed up was that?

He didn't have to protect anyone now. His mother was safe, Lionel made sure of that. Chloe and Lois could definitely fend for themselves, and Lex wouldn't risk casting suspicions on himself if Lana were to get hurt. So why was he putting up with it? Why couldn't he break free?