Falling.

It's all you remember as you awaken, finding it exceptionally hard to even open your eyes. Every movement pains you, even breathing- this isn't right. This can't be happening, after all you're Superman.

After some time, you manage to pry your eyes open, blinking up quickly as the bright lights flicker above you. You suck in a harsh breath as you realize that you are strapped down to a table. You try to move against your bindings, but find you can't. The faint green links that hold you down are more than what they seem to be- no wonder you are unable to use the powers that you have known most of your life. Your strength has been sapped from the kryptonite bonds that have your strapped down to the table.

The table is cool against your back and you realize that you are not longer wearing your suit; someone has taken it away. You cry in frustration and pain as you once again try to break the binds around your wrists and ankles. The pain shooting through your extremities as you attempt to do so. You pause, panic sweeping over you as you hear a pair of doors open and close.

You glance around the bright room and you can't help but stare at your captor.

"Luthor," You breathe as you see him approach, your heart squeezing painfully tight as you gaze at him and you can't understand why.

"Why?" He drawls, shocking you with his question. You didn't realize that you had spoken the sentiment out loud. He chuckles, smiling at you and your heart races.

"Let me go." You insist, although it sounds more like a whisper from your lips.

"I can't do that Clark," He grins as he approaches, trailing his fingers down your arm. "It would spoil the surprise."

"Don't touch me." You growl, coming out as a mere whimper. His eyes darken slightly and he continues to run his fingers over your arm.

"I know you like it," He whispers as his gaze lingers on your chest and travels down. You suck in a quick breath as you feel the heat pool in your groin, and you know instantly that your body has betrayed you. "I know you want me Clark. That much has been obvious for years."

You can't help but stare at him, shocked at his words. You want to deny him, but deep down you know the truth. It's the reason you pulled away from his friendship years ago, you wanted him and you still do.

"Let me go." You manage to hiss as you try to ignore his soft caress, unable to understand why he brought you here. This isn't like the games you normally play.

"It's time, Clark." He smiles, leaning over you, his lips inches away from yours. His fingers are now tracing shapes over your abdomen and you can't help but moan as your eyes close briefly. You can't help but wonder what it be like to feel his lips on yours.

"Luthor," you groan, trying to focus your thoughts on anything else but the way those fingers are inching closer and closer to your erect penis.

"I want a family Clark," he explains dryly and your gaze snaps to his. "And you are going to help me."

"What?" You gasp, unable to comprehend his statement.

"Lana and I," he smiles, his gaze softening at her name and you can't help but feel jealous, wishing he would say your name with the same affection. "Want a child."

"What does that have to do with me?" You grate as you twist against your bindings, needing to move away from him.

"We don't just want any child, Clark." He smirks. "We want yours."

You stare him in confusion until you feel his hand wrap around your erection and you gasp. "No." You cry out, but it comes out as soft grunt. "It's not possible."

"But, it is." He states simply, his hand moving up and down your shaft and you can't help but thrust up.

"No," you correct him. "It's not possible- we, I can't-" your words are jumbled, you shouldn't have to explain to him of all people how you can't have children, it's just not possible.

"But, it is." He shrugs as he pulls away and you almost whimper at the loss of his touch- you shouldn't be this aroused, but you are.

"No," you whisper, shaking your head. "Let me go."

"No," he states harshly, his gaze locking onto yours. "Not until I have what I want." He smirks. "And I always get what I want."

You glance away from him, your heart racing as your panic hitches and you fight against the bindings.

"No need to fight," a soft lilting voice whispers and you snap your head to the side to see Lana suddenly beside you.

You can't help but stare at her. You didn't hear her come in- had she been there the full time?

"We won't hurt you," she continues as she smiles at you, her gaze locking with yours. "As long as you cooperate with us."

"Lana," you whisper, staring at her as she turns and wraps her arms around Lex. It surprises you, how much it hurts to see them kiss, ignoring you completely.

They whisper to each other, but without your superhearing you can't hear what they are saying, what they are plotting. You continue to watch them as they kiss, unable to look away, after all you loved them both once upon a time. Your heart skips a beat as you watch Lex run a hand up her leg, disappearing under the hem of her dress and you can't help but mimic his moan as he presses his hips into hers.

"It's time." He announces as he turns his attention back to you and you can't help but notice the faint flush of his cheeks and his dark hooded eyes.

"No." You groan, unable to give them the satisfaction of winning. "You won't get away with this Luthor."

He chuckles. "Oh, but I have."

"No," you gasp, your confusion rising as a loud intercom crackles to life and you suddenly hear voices echoing around you.

"Superman presumed dead-"

"The Justice League, has not yet be able to confirm-"

"One eye-witness reports the fall of Superman from-"

"There are no leads-"

"No!" You cry out, regaining a small amount of strength as the simultaneously news casts continue, repeating over and over again.

"You see," Lana begins softly. "They have no reason to think that you are even alive."

"How?" You can't help but ask, your voice dripping with defeat.

"That's our little secret." He chuckles as I feel his hand on my arm and I tremble in response. "Tell me Clark," he begins as he leans in, licking his lips. "How does it feel to be almost human?"

"Fuck you." You growl, pulling against the restraints.

"If you insist." Lana purrs as her fingers join her husbands and she leans up to kiss him. You divert your eyes away from their prolonged kisses and you attempt to loosen your bonds.

"Let me go." You cry out, feeling tears sting your eyes.

"Oh," he drawls and your turn your gaze back to them. "I can't have that- you have a nasty habit of ruining all my fun."

"We can't have that," Lana adds in. "You've been a menace Clark."

"No." You can't help but groan, shaking your head.

"You are ours now," He insists as she runs his hands down your abdomen, and it sickens you that you can still respond to his touch. "We have plans for you."

"A child." Lana coos and you can't help but feel sick. "Our child." She clarifies as she leans in, her hair draping over your arm. "Lex has been able to splice his genes with donor sperm, producing viable sperm with the genetic coding of both fathers. Can you imagine how special a child would be with your and Lex's genetic essence?"

You swallow hard, unable to fathom it. "You can't do this."

"It won't be long," she promises as she squeezes his arm and turns away, leaving the room.

"You can't do this," you repeat once more and Lex turns to you a small smile on his lips.

"Oh, but I can." He grins as he crosses over to you, running his fingers on your thighs. "Everything is ready-" he smile widens as he wraps his hand around your semi hard erection. "We only need one thing."

"No." You gasp, willing your erection away, not wanting him to win. "This is cruel, inhumane-"

"Inhumane?" He questions, his voice light with apparent amusement. "You do realize you don't apply to that notion." He laughs. "You are an alien, a Kryptonian to be exact."

You grunt, unable to deny his words. "You have no right to treat anyone like this."

"I'm not treating just anyone like this," he grates as he runs a hand over your thigh. "Only you Superman."

You stiffen slightly as his hand wraps around your erection and pumps his hand, bringing it quickly to full hardness. "No. Lex. Please, don't do this."

He doesn't seem to listen to you, only continues to roughly pump your erection and you try to ignore how good it feels, how long you've always wanted him to touch you like this.

You gasp, thrusting up as you feel the warm heat of his mouth engulf you. "Lex." You moan, whimpering as your climax nears.

He pulls away, his hands cupping your balls, touching and massaging you. "Come for me Clark." He demands as he squeezes your erection and you do.

You cry out his name, closing your eyes as he milks you of your semen, the essence of life that he wanted.

"That wasn't so hard? Now, was it?" He chuckles as you notice him cap a small tube and you can't help but cringe, tears stinging your eyes once more.

"Let me go," you whisper after a short pause.

"Why would I do that?" he questions as he steps closer to him, resting a hand on your test as he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. "I have everything, I have ever wanted." He smiles as he pulls away, running his fingers through his hair. "Good night, Clark."

You suck in a quick breath and stare at him as he turns and leaves, leaving you in the cold cell room. You shudder at the thought that you would never be free again- you close your eyes and once again you feel like you are falling.

The End