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for perilicious: Do do do do do... do do do... do do do do doooo SUPERMAN

It wasn't how he'd planned on doing things. He'd planned on telling Ilya about his idea, breaking it to him gently along with the news of his new job in Metropolis. He'd planned on showing him the costume, letting him see how it looked, warning him so that he didn't have a heart attack when the intel got to him.

And then a plane had nearly landed in the middle of Metropolis and he hadn't had the time.

So now he looked at the news cameras and the excited cellphone snapshots with a vague wince as he let out a deep sigh of relief that he'd managed to balance the weight of the plane just so to bring it down without any casualties...

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"No one likes to sleep on the train," he assured him with a sly smile that was audible over the phone. "But get what you can. I am really looking forward to seeing you."

And they could certainly work out what Ilya was going to 'find out' about Superman while being curled up in bed.

That particular little tone in Clark's voice made Illya pause for a moment. "Or maybe I should take you to dinner instead of to lunch?" he asked idly. "How much of a lunch hour do you plan on taking?"

"You'll need your strength for later," he assured him with a little touch of heat in his tone.

"Hm." A small noise, mild, thoughtful, showing consideration of the topic at hand. "Noted. I will hold you to that. Although probably I will not need to. Will I meet your famous coworkers today, or will you keep me all to yourself?"

"I'm keeping you all to myself. After all, have to keep you on task."

There was a brief pause as Lois gave him a Look from across their desks and he spread his hands and mouthed 'hot Russian boyfriend' before she rolled her eyes at him.

"Tsch. Yes, can be so flighty when you do not keep an eye on me. This is fine, I will come by to meet them another time." He'd rather keep Clark to himself anyway. This was too new. They deserved to enjoy it.

"But now I should not keep you from work. See you soon, angel."

"See you soon."

And Clark hung up to get most of his work done for the day. There would be much better things to do when Ilya actually got there.

But he wasn't the only one with a phone.

Gaby's number flashed on the screen within half an hour.

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He had miraculously managed to doze off but came to wakefulness immediately as his phone buzzed. Gaby? What had happened? "Yes?" he said as he pressed the phone to his ear. Brusque as always, a little guarded.

If he was being called back in, if someone was trying to end the world today, when he was finally going to visit Clark, they were going to regret it.

"I was told that you took this assignment on your own. Are you cross with me? Or just with the cowboy?"

She didn't like not being in on things, which was why she was going directly to the source.

Well, it did not seem he was being pulled from this assignment, but this might be almost as bad. "Is fact-finding mission," he said with a shrug. "Did not think either of you needed to be bothered. Not many facts to find yet."

"I find it curious, that you would think that a lack of information means that there is nothing to find. That would make me more suspicious."

"Yes," he said immediately, "that is why I am going. Am suspicious that agents in Metropolis are not turning up more information. Will let you know what I find."

It might not suffice. But it was good enough for now, and even if they chased him down, he had a head start, and a bolt hole in the form of Clark's apartment.

There was silence on the line for a long moment, long enough that it might have sounded like he'd been disconnected. But then--

"Let us know what you find."

"You will be my first call," Illya promised, with just a bit of relief. At least they would let it go for now.

"And if you need backup."

And it very much sounded as if she expected that second one. Perhaps not that it would be necessary, but that they would be called in.

It took a great, even monumental effort to keep himself from snorting a laugh at that idea. Backup, to help with Clark? He hadn't needed it so far, and he didn't see that changing any time soon. "Fine," he said briskly, then meaningfully, "goodbye, Gaby."

"I will find out," she informed him in a slight huff before hanging up.

She wasn't about to let him hang up on her, after all.

"Ugh." He tucked the phone back into his pocket with a thunderous expression. Naturally she would follow up on this. She could not simply let him have secrets. Gaby and Solo had probably flipped a coin to see which of them would get to make that phone call.

The rest of the train journey was uneventful. Illya managed to fall into a light doze again, while still aware of his surroundings. It was enough to make him feel rested by the time the train pulled into the station at Metropolis. Clark would find him, he knew as he stepped down with only a small bag and sauntered toward the main terminal.

This felt so ordinary. It was as if they were two normal people.

They were two normal people. They were just two normal people who happened to be a spy and a superpowered alien. A superpowered alien who knew better than to sneak up on his boyfriend, no matter how much he wanted to, and decided instead to wave from the seating area as he straightened his glasses and gave a sunshine-bright smile.

He always had a general awareness of his surroundings, but then he spotted Clark and everything paled in comparison. He might have walked just a little faster to get to him, and his first proper smile came at the sight of those glasses. "Hope you did not wait long, angel."

He shook his head immediately before leaning in and stealing a kiss from Ilya's lips.

"Come on, handsome. Follow me."

He was more than happy to follow, sticking close to Clark's side as he glanced around, automatically absorbing details about the Metropolis train terminal. He'd be growing familiar with it, he hoped.

"Did we decide where you are stealing me off to, or is this a surprise?"

He looked back with a little smile, and maybe his disguise didn't work that much because he couldn't keep the sun out of his smile.

"I'm bringing you back to my apartment," he informed him, "where you can get some rest. And later, I'm taking you out to dinner."

"Hm. Think I like this plan. Have been wanting to see your apartment," Illya said lightly, leaning just barely into him. He would give him a proper greeting once they had arrived there.

Then afterward, he could get the tour. If there was still time before Clark needed to return to work.

Clark just smiled back at him without another word before leading him to a little red Honda Civic that had seen better days. He popped the trunk for Ilya.

"I like this."

Picking him up at the train station. Kissing and holding each other in public. Being a couple where people could see.

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