"Do you, Alexander Joseph Luthor, take this man, Clark Kent, to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, cleaving only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you, Clark Jerome Kent, take this man, Lex Luthor, to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, cleaving only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Then by the power vested in me I now pronounce you to be married. You may kiss your husband."

At first the chaste kiss the two men gave each other fell well within the bounds of social norms for these things, but then it deepened to the edge of propriety, and then beyond. Expensive tuxedos that might have been worn again and again to business affairs, charity balls and the like fell in pieces at their feet as they ripped the cloth in an attempt to get to skin. The sound of rending fabric filled the chapel, in the utter silence of the awestruck assembly.

Father Kendoll, the first bishop in Kansas to perform a same sex wedding moved away in horror as the two men backed into him. Candles knocked over as they swept the top of the ornately carved altar of its contents spluttered out and sprayed hot, dripping wax on the hard wood floors and melding the pages of the gilded edged Bible fallen beneath them. The glass covering the liturgical dressing of purple silk, protecting it for years from communion wine and candle wax shattered on the ground as Clark shoved it off, away from their bodies.

A different kind of communion began on the sacred platform when Clark hoisted Lex's naked form up to rest on the hard bed and silk sheets of God's house. Already hard and leaking, Lucas whimpered as Clark took the sacramental oil, dipped his fingers in the carafe and then brought them down to tease the tight pucker of his husband's ass. With each finger slipping inside him, a chorus of angels made a joyful noise through his moaning.

The stunned family and friends come to celebrate their joining as two bodies with one soul sat paralyzed, unable even to blink lest they miss a second of this unholy union. For Clark's part he spoke God's name reverently as his oil slicked cock pressed inside the tight sheath of his lover's body. "Oh God, oh God," Clark prayed for the strength to hold on. Standing at the edge of the altar with his husband's knees over his shoulder, cock heavy on his stomach as he thrust inside, building his rhythm slowly at first, then erratic and wild as he lost control, Clark consummated his marriage to Lex.

For his part Lex lay pale and dappled with sweat on the royal purple background thanking God and the angels for bringing them together while a single bead of perspiration clung precariously from Clark's black forelock. Before too long hot seed spilled from his loins onto his belly as it rose and fell with panted breaths. The man who was now his mate shuddered and cried out before crumpling onto his sweat and cum soaked abdomen.

"Give me those dolls, you sick little perverts!" Lana cried, snatching the defrocked plastic action figures Chloe and Lois had found in a box behind the ratty old couch in the barn loft where the Kents had kindly allowed Lois to hold a slumber party for her birthday, and had since been posing indecently on a box of strike anywhere matches.

"What? There weren't any Barbies for them to marry or Ken would never have agreed to perform the ceremony," Chloe teased. "Oh, come on, Lana, we were just having a little fun."