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

[stands_for_hope]

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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[perilicious]

"Everyone is better at lying than you are," Illya says with a sigh, a man who has done his best in the face of unbeatable odds.

His fingers card absently through Clark's hair as he thinks. "Not as Superman," he says slowly. "I joined UNCLE before you started that. But...I might have met you under one of your aliases before."

[american_alien]

He considers that for a moment before holding up a finger.

"I've got a good one: you met me while you were attending one of those boring parties with your boyfriend." Headtilt. "Superman's association with the Planet is pretty well known at this point."

[perilicious]

"Hmm." It's a good suggestion. He examines it from a few angles, but no one really remembers the unmemorable people they meet at industry parties. He could have been at one. Slinking around the edges, ignoring his hypothetical uninteresting boyfriend who would drag him to something like this and abandon him, his surprise and quiet appreciation at being rescued from terrible conversations by a handsome stranger.

"Mmhm. I like this. This will work." He's already mentally folding it into the persona of 'Clark Kent's hot Russian boyfriend' for the near future when, hah, his boyfriend will be dragging him to a boring party.

[american_alien]

"That just goes to prove to you," he said with a little grin, "I can make up all kinds of great, sellable stories." He leaned in for a kiss. "I'm just terrible at lying."