Trick Or Treat

Author: tyffi
Pairing: Lex/other
Rating: FRM (R, FSK 16, mature teenagers and older, not puppy safe)
Category: Chrexverse, general, het
Words: ~3000
Summary: It's Halloween and Lex is offered a whole new aspect of trick-and-treating.

Disclaimer: "Smallville" and its characters are copyright of DC Comics, Warner Brothers, Tollin/Robbins and Millar/Gough Ink. Chris and the mistakes belong to me.

Trick or Treat

Lex opened the door to Chris' apartment, using the key she had given him. He was a little surprised by how natural it felt by now. Only a couple of weeks ago he had refused to use it and always rung the doorbell instead when visiting Chris. Occasionally, she still would mock him because of that.

"Almost done," he heard her cheerful voice coming from the bathroom and a few moments later she entered the living room. Lex frowned.

Chris was wearing a red trench coat, dark pants and black boots. Her hair seemed darker and longer than usual, and while walking she put on a red fedora, pulling it deep into her face.

"Just the scarf and we can... – You're not Keith; unless that's your costume and then it's pretty good, because you really look like Lex," she said, watching him surprised. "What you doing here?"

"I was just asking that myself," he replied, eyeing her. Her lips were deep red and actually, this was the first time he saw her wearing lipstick that actually looked like she was wearing lipstick. It looked good on her, though. At all, she looked amazingly good tonight.

"I didn't mean... I just... I didn't know we would see each other tonight."

"Since you obviously have plans with Keith." Lex slightly rolled his eyes when he noticed his voice sounding jealous.

"Lex, please..."

"I'm not jealous!"

"You're just giving a good impression of it." Smiling, she shook her head and moved closer, nuzzling his nose. "Keith and I spend this night together since I can remember..."

And slowly, it began to dawn on him. Tonight was Halloween which had to be one of Chris' favourite occasions. Also, it would explain her outfit.
"And, tonight you two go trick-or-treating?"

"Quite." Chris laughed and wrapped the yellow scarf around her neck. "We go to the annual Halloween party of the NLG; we do that every year."

"Lawyers have a Halloween party?"

"Hey, just because we're lawyers that doesn't mean we don't know how to party. Last year was really fun. The DA came dressed up as Marie Antoinette – after the beheading, of course." Chris giggled and checked herself in the mirror which was hanging in the hallway. She turned around and watched him. "I actually wanted to ask you whether you'd like to join me, but... well, Halloween's always been a Keith and me thing, and I somehow can't picture you getting dressed up and enjoy this night."

Indeed, Lex had lost his interest in Halloween in 1989, after the meteor shower, and even though he'd love to spend the evening with Chris not even she could make him dress up.

"Wow, now I really feel bad," Chris said slowly, taking off her fedora and turning it in her hands. "I mean... I should've at least asked you..."

Lex couldn't help but smile. Whether she was acting, or really sorry, he couldn't tell, but the expression on her face was simply adorable.
He walked over to her and took her hands in his. "You really like Halloween, don't you?!"

She nodded.

"And, you really want to go to that costume party? With Keith?"

Again, she nodded. "But, I also want to be with you, it's just... I don't get rid of the feeling that I begin to neglect Keith. He's my best friend, and we've always celebrated Halloween together, and..." She screwed up her face and sighed quietly.

"I can do without you for one night," Lex smiled and brushed his knuckles against her cheek.

"You can?"

"No, not really," he replied earnestly. "Most likely I'll end up stuffing my face with marshmallows and chocolate ice cream while watching schmaltzy movies."

Chris giggled and again, she nuzzled his nose. "You really have the whole boyfriend thing down."

"Yeah, I'm pretty much amazing..." He looked down at her and grinned. "But, tomorrow you're all mine!?"

"Promised! Until you're totally annoyed by my face," she grinned and lifted herself on her tiptoes. "Kiss?"

"I just found Waldo," Lex replied when suddenly he saw Keith Morris, Chris' best friend, entering her apartment. He was wearing blue pants, and red-and-white-striped shirt and a matching woolen hat. He looked ridiculous.

"Lex... you're joining us?"

If Lex hadn't known better he'd say he sensed a certain hostility coming from Keith. Admittedly, he had been with Chris a lot lately, and Keith had to feel neglected, and whatever it was about Halloween those two really seemed to worship it.
Smiling, he shook his head.

"No, I was just... I wanted to see Chris in her costume. What is it by the way?"

"Carmen Sandiego," Chris grinned when Lex watched her puzzled. "Google her," she said and breathed a kiss on his cheek. "See you tomorrow?"

"I'll bring the hangover food."

"You're my hero!"

***

Lex indeed had looked up Carmen Sandiego; she turned out to be character from a video game he had never heard off. But, Chris had look amazing in her costume, and he was a bit relieved that she had refrained from dressing up as a French Maid, or anything else that consisted little fabrics.

However, he regretted his decision not to join her. Going out with Chris was fun, especially when she began to mock people, and she did a really good impersonation of the DA. But, then again the bare prospect of a room full of lawyers, no matter if they were dressed up or not... he wouldn't be able to cope with that; not even for Chris!

Yet, there were also some good aspects that he and Chris didn't spend the night together. Lex finally had time to work up all the paper work he hadn't even looked at during the past month, he finished a speech for LuthorCorp's annual Thanksgiving dinner – and there were still four weeks for improvements – and he also cleared up the hard drive of his laptop. He had been surprised by all those old files and datas he had found.

He looked up and saw his reflection in the windows. "You're pathetic!"

Sighing, he stood and moved over to a small bar, pouring himself a glass of Scotch before he turned around, looking outside on the lights of Metropolis. Maybe, he should've gone out tonight. There were still a few clubs that offered asylum to those that disliked Halloween, or Christmas, or any other occasion most people usually liked for that matter. Instead, he spent his evening at home, doing geeky things on his laptop.

Shaking his head, he sat down onto the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table. When had he become such a stay-at-home? It wasn't related to Chris; it couldn't be related to Chris. He wasn't dependent on her, he still lived a Chris-free life. He could go out now, and have some fun himself, he just wasn't in the right mood.

He gave his glass a slight twist and watched the Scotch in it moving around before he closed his eyes and sighed again. A few minutes passed and then he heard the doors of the elevator opening with a quiet ping.

"Stupid, annoying ping! Spoiling everything!" He heard someone cursing quietly and he stood up, facing the hallway.

In front of him stood Chris, still dressed up but now as a French Maid. A French maid wearing fishnet stockings. He blinked and stared at her in disbelief.
"Chris?"

"Non non, Monsieur Luthor," she lisped in a horrible mocked French accent. "I am... Christine et I am heere for votre pleazure." Smiling, she waggled a feather duster in her hands and moved closer, playfully touching his chest with it. "I am all yourz tonight et I waz told to spoil you."

She touched his chest and pushed him back onto the sofa, bending over him and began to nibble at his lips.

Lex was too surprised to as if he could catch a clear thought, or even try to stop her. Not that he wanted to stop her at all, but this was quite unusual – even for Chris' standards.

He tried to sat up, but Chris pushed him back into the cushions while working at his neck, nibbling at his skin, licking it. That was his Achilles' heel, and she knew about it. He sighed and closed his eyes when suddenly, Chris straddled his lap and began to unbutton his shirt. Again, she used the feather duster and Lex looked at her.

"W-what... Why... Chris, are you drunk?"

She stopped and sighed, frustrated. "I'm tipsy, but I know what I'm doing and I would've thought you loved to play along instead of asking stupid questions."

"Well, I... yeah, but... Chris, role playing? I never thought you'd be into it?"

"Who's talking role playing? I'm trying to make Halloween tasteful for you. This is Halloween à la Chris and Lex, and now lean back and relax!" Again, she pushed him into the cushions and nibbled at his collar bone while tickling him with the feather duster at the same time.

Lex shivered slightly and moaned. "Uhm... I have to admite I'm getting slightly curious, uh..." He had to breath in as Chris licked at his nipple and playfully teased it with her teeth. "I'm getting curious about this Halloween à la Chris and Lex."

"Yeah, me too," she smirked and moved over to the other nipple.

Lex chuckled. Obviously, she hadn't thought further about this little surprise of hers. She's always been a spur of the moment kind of person, and at the moment he didn't mind at all.

He wrapped her arms around her and moved them down to her butt, gripping it tightly, when suddenly, Chris stopped and reached for his wrists, placing them next to him.
"Hands where I can see them," she said sternly and again, he chuckled.

"Hm, bossy... I like that."

"I know!" A naughty grin flickered across her face as she reached between them and moved her hand over the front of his pants. "You like this, too," she added and curled her fingers around his erection through the material.

Lex moaned slightly at the contact. He tried to lean in, wanting to kiss her, and again Chris pushed him back.

"You do nozeeng; just zit zere and relax," she said in her mock French accent, and caressed his chest with her lips while stroking him with her hand.

He closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure, although he still kinda wondered what had driven Chris to show up as a French maid, performing a hand job on him. He didn't mind, though. She had skillfully hands, and from the very beginning she had taken the time to learn where to touch him, and how to touch him to send him over the edge.

Suddenly, Lex heard her frustrate huffing.
"I so hate this thing... You'll get suspenders for Christmas!" Mumbling, she fumbled with his belt until she finally opened it.

She stood up and tugged at his pants, but instead of sitting on his lap again, she placed her hands on his thighs, parting them slightly before kneeling down in front of him.
Flashing him a smile, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him again; alternating between a soft caress and a strong stroke. Lex had to breathe in sharply when she brushed her palm over the tip, trailing her fingers down the shaft again.

Chris leant in and nuzzled her nose at his groin before she grabbed him a little harder and licked the head. Surprised, Lex opened his eyes and looked at her. A blow job wasn't something Chris performed quite often on him, no matter how much he liked it, and how good she was at it. So, this was rather unexpected and surprising – in a good way; quite unusual for a surprise since from experience they mostly turned out to be bad ones.

Chris glanced up at him, flashing him another naughty smile.
"No thinking, either," she grinned before diving down again. Her hair covered his hips like a mantle of hazelnut-brown silk.

Lex wasn't keen on arguing with her right now. He laid back his head and closed his eyes again, getting lost in the feeling her warm breath, her soft lips and her wet tongue are causing. He breathed in when her lips were enclosing him and he groaned slightly when her upper teeth brushed against his skin. She did it on purpose, knowing how much he enjoyed that sensation.
Her hand still moved over his length, almost in time with the motions of her mouth, and again Lex moaned.

He was tempted to grab her head and thrust deep into her mouth, but instead he gently cupped the back of her head in his hand, tangling it in her soft hair.

There were a few slurping sounds, combined with Chris' throaty giggle and Lex felt the familiar burn building up in his lower back as she licked over the head again as though she was enjoying ice-cream. Occasionally, she peeked up at him, smiling, before she focused on his cock again, stroking, licking, suckling it.

Compared to the blow jobs he had gotten before in his life, Chris' were anything but perfect, but she was doing it with passion, and always because she wanted it what made them unique and more enjoyable than anything else.

Lex kept holding her head in place while Chris took him a bit deeper into her mouth, and his hips began to thrust gently, becoming harder and more erratic the longer he felt her hot mouth, her warm fingers around him.

"Chris..." He groaned loudly, arched, feeling his balls tightening, and then her mouth was gone just as his release hit, splattering over his stomach.

Breathing heavily he fell back into the cushions, barely noticing Chris crawling up to sit next to him on the sofa. Her hand gently moved over his collar bone and his chest, and when Lex opened his eyes again, he found her smiling at him.

"Zut alors, zee ze mezz you've made," she said and playfully moved her index finger over his stomach, smearing with his sperm.

"I had some help," he mumbled, watching her finger for a while. While she had issues having him come in her mouth, she didn't seem to mind having his come on her fingers. The corners of his mouth twitched into a grin and he forced himself to lift up his arm, grabbing Chris in her neck and pull her face down to his.
"Maybe, Halloween isn't that bad at all."

"And, you're even dressed up now," she replied, grinning, causing him to roll his eyes. That was another reason why he kept hoping she would get him a blow job more often; then, she was speechless for once.

"At least, the accent is gone," he sighed theatrically and pulled her into his arms.

"It can come back. Whenever you want. You --"

"Shh!" He closed her mouth with a kiss, tangling his hand in her hair. She struggled a bit but eventually gave in and sighed into his mouth.

"If I had known this is what trick-and-treating really means," he whispered after a while and looked at her. Most likely, he had a foolish grin on his face but he couldn't help it. Chris simply made him feel this way; easy, delighted, deeply satisfied.

She returned his smile and snuggled up against him. "Then you'd be sore by now."

He chuckled and shook his head. She would never keep her mouth, nor would she ever run out of replies. And yet, he kept wondering why on Earth he would deserve such a nightly visit.

"Chris? W--"

"Shower? Together? Why not?!" She attempted to stand but Lex didn't want to move – at least, not yet, though the prospect of showering with Chris was quite appealing.

"I... why came you here? I, uh, really liked your surprise, but... You didn't cut your Halloween short do be with me, did you?!"

Chris shook her head and nuzzled his nose. "No, not really. The party was kinda lame, especially when Keith began to play tonsil hockey with one of the DA's assistants, and it didn't help much that you've stopped by earlier this evening, because I kept thinking of you, and... "

"So, you did cut your Halloween short!?"

She screwed up her face and sighed frustratedly. "If you feel better then: yes, I did. Because I wanted to be with you. And, I wanted to celebrate Halloween, but since it's not possible to have both at the same time, I think this is a pretty good compromise."

There was no doubt Chris told the truth. She really wanted to be with him tonight; not because she felt bound after his visit but because she loved him. Once more, Lex shook his head. He needed to learn that not all people had ulterior motives, least of all Chris.

"It is a good compromise," he finally said.

"Shower, then?" She leant in and sucked at his upper lip. "I doubt, the Halloween à la Chris and Lex is over yet."

Smirking, she stood grabbed his hands, pulling him up. Maybe, Chris did have ulterior motives, but they obviously just meant to make him enjoy himself; themselves.

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