#ultraclex

can’t keep his hands off him, possessive in a way he normally isn’t, at least not publicly. large hands stretching over the expanse of lex’s body, his shoulders, his chest, his waist. pressing himself as close as their bodies will physically allow, clark’s front flush against lex’s back. and clark is peeved because there’s so much wrong with this thing. a supposed clone of himself.

sure, physically they look identical (albeit a little more tattered) and he’s even got clark’s abilities and moves programmed into him for what it’s worth, but that’s where any resemblance stops. he wears clark’s face so differently, almost always scowling, eyebrows heavy over his eyes and a permanent little frown on his lips. at the very least a disconcerting straight expression. his posture is more closed off than clark’s, shoulders drawn together offensively. he never says anything either, which clark is fine with because it’d only unnerve him further most likely.

he looks at lex like he hangs the stars in the sky every night, pure devotion etched in him. he follows him around like a dog would his owner. fetches him things too. coffee, files, whatever lex wants he’ll make it happen.

but the worst part is how incredibly dull he is. this guy? this is who lex is so…invested in? the lesser version of him? why does he get all of lex’s attention, isn’t he literally the cheap knockoff version of clark???

why is it him that lex rubs on the shoulders, him that gets his unruly hair swept out of his face, or him that gets his jaw traced and examined by precise fingers? him that gets to touch lex back in a way no else dares (except now clark, of course). hands adjusting his tie or cuffing a sleeve back to perfection. hovering beside him all the time, sliding a hand down to the small of lex’s back when escorting him somewhere.

and now here he is scowling right in clark’s face with lex virtually sandwiched between them. lex is cradling ultraman’s face, turning it this way and that while deep steel eyes never leave clark’s. lex’s thumb drags over ultraman’s bottom lip and he huffs at that and lex looks more amused than ever.

“fascinating, isn’t he?” and it’s not clear who lex is talking to or about but both men exhale dourly. lex’s thumb drags down from ultraman’s lip to his chin, then lower to his throat. ultraman lets him, tipping his head back and baring his outstretched throat to him and clark’s grip on him instantly tightens. lex chuckles. so easy, he thinks.

“now now, play nice,” lex says coolly. clark wants to rip that freak’s head clean off, but instead settles for wedging his face between lex’s shoulder and neck and placing a kiss above the collar of his shirt. he feels somewhat childish, but can’t help the jealousy swirling inside his chest. he groans against lex.

Clark starts developing feelings for Ultraman but for obvious reasons he has a lot of inner turmoil about it, he feels terrible about it, so vain for getting lost in his own features, even though Ultraman's personality is so different to his own.

he is SO EXCITED for Lex to torture this alien. he's so hyped he finally succeeded in capturing THE Superman for Lex

I think Lex genuinely sees Superman as this sub human, /thing/ that doesn't deserve any more adoration than a street rat carrying away a dirty slice of pizza.