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American justice system couldn’t keep a man like Lex Luthor locked up for long. All he needed was a few million dollars and several shaken hands before he was once again walking free, pondering about how to get his revenge on Superman for putting him through this humiliation.
His reputation might have been damaged, but it would take a lot more to completely destroy him. Society would drag his name through mud for several months, maybe a year before they ultimately forgot what exactly he did wrong. All he needed to do afterwards was donate to a few charities, appear at a fundraiser or two and he would be as good as new.
Still, there was currently no need to add oil to the fire.
Which was how he ended up here, in his penthouse with a glass of Château Petrus in his hand. An inane compilation of “top 10 Superman interviews, ranked by how sweet his smile is” playing from his TV. Lex sipped more of the red liquid as Superman’s perfect smile charmed its way into the hearts of every middle-aged woman in America, if not the entire world.
It made the expensive wine on his tongue taste like vinegar.
Maybe it was alcohol, or his short experience with custody, but it’s been years since Lex felt this furious. “Oh no, I just want to help everyone. Yes, I will save your cat from the tree, I’ll help those ducklings cross the road! Oh, a burning orphanage? I’m already on my way. My next step is stopping world hunger!” Lex mocked the alien as he got up from his couch, pacing around the living room. The glass in his hand was swaying dangerously, several drops of wine hitting the wooden flooring before he threw it against the wall. The red joined the already drying rosé stain from twenty minutes ago.
Lex looked at the television as another video started playing. He cursed autoplay for forcing him to lay his eyes on something called “this video will make you wish you were Superman’s mate,” but before he could turn it off, he heard the opening sentence, spoken in Superman’s deep voice.
“Oh, I think people who cheat on their significant others are horrible. I’ll never understand it, how could someone abandon their children?” It hit him right then and there. Lex didn’t need to aim higher with his revenge plan, oh no. On the contrary, he needed to get lower. Much lower than he would be comfortable if the situation was any different. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
There were other ways to destroy a man and his pristine reputation, and God knew Lex Luthor was not afraid to play dirty.
As he eyed the half empty bottle of suppressants, Lex wondered why he hadn’t done this earlier. It was so simple. Compared to Lex’s previous plans, this one was alarmingly easy to execute, and way cheaper to make than building a pocket dimension or a giant robot.
Actually, it saved him money. All he needed to do was stop taking the pills and wait for the right time and place before he got himself into a situation that the stupidly-perfect alpha couldn’t ignore.
It couldn’t be anything world-ending, he needed Superman’s attention on him, not on an interdimensional rift or an alien invasion. And really, while he was at it, he could kill two birds with one stone.
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Sue him if you dare, but Lex had some unfinished business with Superman’s mutt from when it ripped his arm and head open, so it was the easiest choice he had ever made.
Getting his hands on Krypto was even simpler than before, now that he knew of its existence and its biggest weakness - It was a dog, and it acted like one. Lex watched Krypto perk up as a holographic squirrel made its way towards it, successfully getting the dog’s attention.
Really, it shared a lot of similarities with Superman – stupid, single-minded and running straight into Lex’s traps. The squirrel made its way into an already prepared cage and the dog followed right after it before the hatch closed. “Serves you right, mutt.” Lex whispered to the dog, smirking in satisfaction as all it could do was bare its teeth at him, held back by carbon reinforced titanium bars.
Lex nodded towards the men accompanying him as they quickly scurried over to pick up the cage before they followed him towards the helicopter. The set-up was complete; all he needed to do now was wait for Superman to show up.
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Lex threw a pin he took from his secretary into the trashcan as he admired his handiwork before he put the box back into the pocket of his suit. The holes in the condoms were hopefully invisible enough for Superman to not notice, especially in the heat of the moment. “Not like he would look for them.” Lex muttered, rolling his eyes at the image of his gullible archenemy.
His fingers twitched as a spike of pain shot through his abdomen. His heat was close, stronger than it would have been if he hadn’t spent years delaying it with suppressants. Lex was a man of science and business - he didn’t have time to waste on physical needs, especially when they put him in a position that made his eyebrows twitch with rage.
Just the idea of someone trying to force him to his knees made him want to tear this imaginary person to pieces.
But he was willing to make an exception if it ends with him feeling the sweet taste of revenge on his tongue as he drags Superman’s name through the medial filth and battles for child support. Additionally, the opportunity to research first-hand exactly what happens when alien and human genes mix was too tempting to pass on.
Despite all his Superman-related research, he never really delved into the whole secondary gender issue. Worst case scenario, the alien could be completely immune to his pheromones and this entire plan would go to waste. All he had figured out was that that man was an alpha – which was no surprise, in the grand scheme of things. The pinnacle of perfection in everything.
The main thing that kept Lex confident enough to keep going was the fact that Superman was a gentleman, he would never reveal something this personal about Lex to the public. His persona built on chivalry and goodness was good for something.
It was worth a try. If it didn’t work, he would at least have some fresh DNA to study.
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Lex was minutes away from printing out an inspirational poster with something about suffering for success, because his body was going through the nine circles of hell and giving him the pleasure of experiencing every single one of them. He had forgotten just how horrible the heat experience was. But he was too far in, and Lex refused to give up this close to the finishing line.
Krypto was loudly barking down the hall and Lex was sure Superman was minutes away from busting open the door of the newest LutherCorp headquarters. He just hoped the alien would use the door, as repairing the windows would be way harder, and significantly more expensive.
Just as another stab of pain made Lex consider stabbing a pencil into his eye to alleviate the agony, the door to his office flew open. The déjà vu of the situation brough on got quickly overpowered by the strongest scent Lex had ever smelt - cardamon mixed with sandal wood, and an undertone of black pepper.
With Superman standing in front of him, the final realization of what this plan actually entailed hit Lex so suddenly he found it difficult to swallow.
“Long time no see, Superman.” Logically, he knew the technicalities and how everything worked, but looking up from his chair at the furious, 6’4 alien made him wonder if maybe, he should reconsider.
“Where is-“ Of course, the fucking dog. There were bigger issues on Lex’s mind right now, and he really didn’t think he could fight about a mutt when his insides tried their best to tear their way out of him.
“It’s in the office next door, probably chasing a squirrel or eating its own shit. Again.” Superman’s face thawed in surprise as he quickly left the room to check on Krypto while Lex forced himself to not inhale more of the intoxicating scent the alien left behind.
“Krypto is fine.” Lex gritted his teeth; did Superman want a golden star for his observation skills?
“Indeed. It got caught in one of our traps and we couldn’t really let it out without it trying to bite our heads off until you came to pick it up.” Despite everything, the lie rolled smoothly off his tongue as the alien only nodded, the look in his eyes growing from anger and confusion into concern.
“Luthor, are you…alright?” Lex barely held himself back from slamming his head into the ebony table. The alien was so lucky he was built like a Greek god.
“I might need some assistance.” The words tasted like poison in his mouth, but they worked as he expected them to. Apparently, Superman perked up at the opportunity to help anyone, even someone who despised him as much as Lex did. All the better for him.
“Biology?” A part of Lex was surprised that the alien even knew what that was. He only nodded, eyeing Superman as he made his way closer to Lex.
“Do you want me to call someone? Or take you home. No, not like that, I mean-“ It was truly fascinating how someone who could destroy the world in a blink of an eye managed to stutter so much in the face of a heat. If he wasn’t Lex Luthor, he would almost think of it as endearing.
“Yes, I do want you to take me home.” Lex paid attention to putting the proper sentence stress on home; he didn’t want to face the embarrassment of spelling out what exactly he wanted Superman to do. Thankfully, the alien picked up on it.
“Uh, I shouldn’t. You are not in any st-“ The look Lex sent his way could kill lesser men, and Superman should consider himself lucky his body was indestructible.
“Trust me, I know what I am getting myself into.” Thankfully, the alien was not immune to human pheromones, a useful information Lex stashed inside his brain for further research. Superman’s eyes were slightly unfocused, his hands trembling as he tried his best to not act on his instincts.
And while Lex did not do this often, he knew alphas were oh so simple.
The other man got up from his chair, following the feelings he forced his body to abandon long ago as he made his way towards the alien and draped his arms around Superman’s neck. Thanks to their almost nonexistent height difference, it was easy to press his nose into the alien’s shoulder, sliding his arms down to grip Superman’s firm waist as Lex pressed his lips against the other man’s neck.
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In retrospect, maybe Lex didn’t know what he was getting himself into. As he woke up without any idea of what day it was, he let out a loud groan as his body let him know straight away in what state it was. Pain - Lex was hurting in places he didn’t know he could hurt. He lifted his arm in front of his face and winced at the deep, hand-shaped bruises on his forearms and shoulders.
A part of him was scared to assess the damage on the rest of his body, but just as he mentally prepared himself to do just that, he heard movement next to him and froze in place. Oh no.
“Mornin’.” Lex blinked once. Twice. Thrice. He rubbed his eyes and briefly considered knocking himself out.
“Lex, Breakfast?” The alien in his bed did not magically disappear. No, it somehow got worse. Because they were on first name bases and he was watching Lex with those ridiculously blue, unfocused eyes while he sported the wildest bedhead in existence.
Lex put his head in his hands and let out a silent scream of frustration.
Oh, he was royally fucked.