Hold It In

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Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandom: My Adventures with Superman (Cartoon)
Relationships: Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson, Lex Luthor & Slade Wilson
Characters: Lex Luthor, Slade Wilson
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Face Punching, Violence, Blood, Injury, Bathrooms,
Urination, Bullying, Large Cock, Size Difference, Humiliation,
Insecurity, Blindness, Glasses, Slade Wilson Being an Asshole, Lex
Luthor Has a Large Penis, No beta we die like the heterosexuality of
these two characters
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2025-09-08 Words: 1,636 Chapters: 1/1
 Hold It In
by Codie_coda

Summary

Slade encounters Alex on a bathroom break

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
There are some situations that one would assume would be off-limits when it came to a strife,
but no such boundaries existed as far as Slade was concerned. Slade was the kind of man who
would abuse whatever weak point he could find in someone he didn't like for his own benefit.
It was a fact most individuals were aware of, as Slade tended to use this tactic out in the field
on both his men and his enemies. It should not have come as a shock that when Alex was
hired, Slade started in on his usual torment, but when Alex dismissed his usual line of insults
and actions made to inconvenience him, Slade started to cross several lines. He insulted the
man in a sexual sense and attacked his looks. He made him out to be this unlovable creature.
He even told him that he would be better off dead once than with them. Alex never said a
word about the insults, and Slade never received punishment for them. Slade was never
serious about the insults. He wanted to hurt Alex, but there were times when Slade would
toss out these insults or tell the man he would like it if he died that he hesitated. He saw the
man smile, and it scared the hell out of him because it looked as if he started to believe him.
It was in those instances that Slade would back off, as he remained uncertain whether or not
Alex would act on his words, but that didn't mean that when Slade was presented with an
additional torture method, he would pass it up. In fact, he planned to exploit this newfound
information as much as he could.

It should not come as a shock that Alex was a workaholic, and this was an issue he had
carried with him ever since he was a teen. It was an uncommon event for him to work late
and even refuse to take his allotted breaks. He would eat at his desk and continue to work
until he was so tired that his work became a hazard to his health, and on several occasions,
even that risk did not convince him to take a break in order to rest. It caused a lot of concern
to those around him, but Alex never cared about that. He did what he wanted to do, but when
it came down to it, there were some moments where a break was needed, and this rare
occasion was one of them. Alex had a caffeine addiction, which allowed him to function to
such extremes, but that also meant he needed to urinate more often. He tried to hold off on it
as much as he could, but when it reached that limit, he had to take a break. Alex headed down
the hall to use the bathroom, as he found that bathroom to be the least occupied, but as he
walked in, he was confronted with that familiar white hair at one of the urinals. He did not
hesitate to exit the bathroom to use the other one, and this was a fact that Slade noticed and
started to abuse. He found a situation that made the other man uncomfortable, and he used it.

Slade started to make his subordinates use the other bathroom around the time that Alex
would reach his limit and would be forced to take a break, so he would have to come and use
the close one. Alex decided to hold it twice and dealt with the issues that came with a too-full
bladder in order to avoid Slade, but soon he reached the point in which he could not do that
even if he wanted to. Slade was thrilled when he saw Alex hesitate, and for a moment he
wondered if the man would cross a line in order to meet his needs and avoid him, but he
didn't. Alex remained silent as he shuffled over to the furthest urinal from where Slade stood.
He never said a word as he fished out his cock and started to relieve himself. He tried to act
as if Slade wasn't there, and this was a fact Slade took notice of and refused to allow for.
Slade had been there for about ten minutes. He hadn't started, and in truth he didn't need to,
but that did little to prevent his movement from the middle urinal to the one next to Alex in
order to cause him as much discomfort as he could. It took him a second to focus, but that's
when he started, and Alex was forced to confront this issue. He looked so uncomfortable. It
amused the assassin.

“I feel like there should be some boundaries between us, and this should be one of them.”
Alex noted in this awkward and uncomfortable kind of tone, doing his absolute best not to
even look at the other man as he continued. “You had no reason to move.”

“I like this one better.” Slade reasoned as he tried to dismiss his actions, unable to miss how
the other man shifted from foot to foot as he tried to deal with the discomfort that had formed
from holding it. “You should not be this uncomfortable.”

“You told me to commit suicide last week.” Alex responded in an almost defensive kind of
tone, not bothering to hide how upset the remark made him as he raised his voice a bit. “You
tried to stab me this week.”

“And?” Slade questioned in an almost too calm tone, allowing silence to flow between them
for a moment before he made an observation. “You seem a little insecure.. I wonder..”

There were certain lines that men as a whole never crossed, and to look at someone else's
dick at a urinal was one of those lines. It was a line that even Alex assumed Slade wouldn't
cross, but he did, and Alex could tell he did based on how his sentence broke off into silence.
Slade did not have a small dick. He was about six or even six and a half erect and about half
that flaccid. Alex was a bit over twice his size, and he was soft. Slade had never been
insecure about himself in that sense before, and even now he would not use that word to
define how he felt, but he was at a loss for words. He did not understand how the man could
act in the manner he did about sex with a dick that size. Slade had made comments about
how Alex didn't have sex on numerous occasions, but it took him several months for him to
realize this fact was true and that was the reason for the discomfort. He remained uncertain
whether or not the man had ever had sex, but he knew if he had that whoever he had sex with
must have had a hard time with him due to the size alone. He didn't even want to think about
Alex's size while erect. It made him almost ashamed. Slade did not hesitate to finish and
move to wash his hands. It was a fact that Alex took note of, and for once he found some
confidence to talk back to him. He knew that he knew, and he loved it.

“Slade, size doesn't matter.” Alex noted as the other man washed his hands, zipping his pants
back up before he walked over to the other sink to wash his hands. “I didn't look, but that
silence told me all I needed to know.”

“Bastard.” Slade muttered as he moved to the hand dryer, hesitating for a moment before he
tossed out his own defense. “At least I know how to use mine.”

“One can use it, but that doesn't mean their use would be considered favorable or even
desirable.” Alex responded as he finished with his hands, looking the man over as he took a
turn at the dryer. “I doubt anyone desires that.”

It should not come as a shock that Slade was a man with limitations, and when Alex insulted
him in such a manner, he reached those limitations. It was low, but he turned around and
struck the other man as hard as he could in the face. Alex fell and hit his head on the sink.
Slade wanted to continue, but when he saw the blood, he hesitated. He didn't mean to hurt
him that bad. He had broken the man's glasses, and as he lay there on the floor with blood
leaking from his head, Slade knew he had made a mistake. Alex let out a sound that sounded
similar to that of an animal. He was dazed, and then he sat up and started to scoot back as
Slade stood over him. He looked terrified. He was terrified. Slade knew he should examine
him, but Alex didn't want that. He had hit him. He had been the one to cause such an issue.
He had hurt him over a remark that he could have dismissed. It was a mistake.

‘I didn't mean.. I didn't mean to do that.” Slade stammered out as he rushed to check on the
other man, unable to miss the fearful look he was handed in return. “Your head—”

“Don't.” Alex cut in as he flinched back and rushed to his feet, not bothering to hide how
scared he was in that moment. “I'll call.. I'll head down and see Ivo.”

“You can't see.” Slade noted as he approached the man with caution, offering a hand to the
other man to take. “Let me help.”

“Help!?” Alex asked in disbelief as he stumbled towards the door, using the wall as a guide.
“You hit me! I'll find him on my own!”
End Notes

Sometimes I wonder about limitations on fanfic and if there are certain topics that I won't
write about and with each questionable fanfic I write the slimmer those limitations become.
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