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CHAPTER ONE: Crawling

Lex was angry. Angry at everything. Angry at the idiotic manager of his plant, at his laggard secretary who'd soon know what it was to be dependent upon welfare.  Angry at the aromatic flowers and their fucking fragrant perfectionism, at the pure blue sky reminding him of the hue of his own eyes pre-hatred, at the fucking brass doorknob and it's bogus aureate aspirations, at the oriental rug flowing perfectly beneath his every step.

Angry at his father. Angry at Lionel and his smug bastard-face, his goddamned breath, seeping from lungs that just would not give out no matter how often Lex prayed for just such an occasion. Angry at the man's machine, the "heart" that would not. fucking. stop.

It would never stop beating, never stop pumping the toxins, the poisons into his every artery and limb. Lionel was a rogue from the underworld, deemed to last evermore and Lex was his plaything.

"Sir-"

"I'm busy." Lex said this tossing his long black coat in the vague direction his butler.

"But, Master Lex, you've-"

"Not now," he said not bothering to raise his voice. He was a walking miasma of menace, hate and violence and the old man backed off, instantly knowing better than to say anything. He quickly scuttled off and Lex knew Loomis was preparing his young master's bath. Lex always needed one after spending a week in Metropolis with Luther Senior.

He felt bad for treating Sam Loomis like he did. The old man was so loyal to him, so patient.

Lex was becoming his father. He felt like screaming, like kicking something in, preferably a fucking head of someone, someone who looked a whole fucking lot like Lionel. He wanted to take his bare hands and slam the man up against a spike-studded wall, beating the shit out of him then decapitating the bastard.

He was becoming frighteningly used to this anger. He just didn't know how to vent it. Maybe he should take a swim, or head to the private gym on the second floor. Sam had no doubt replaced the old punching bag as Lex had discussed it with him last Monday, mere minutes before he left.  So there was a brand new one lying in wait.

Instead of turning towards either the pool or the workout center however, he merely opened his study door, planning on throwing a complete fit, solitary style and was greeted by something that should have turned his heart to gold, his stomach to mush and his frown upside down.  Unfortunately, seeing Clark only made him more angry. Like the death of his father, the love of the Kent boy was something he could never earn, never achieve, never have. The kid was too fucking tender, too genuine.

Too fucking immaculate. He was unsullied, completely perfect in Lex's eyes, and he knew that his own rotten core, decaying soul, his dying heart… There were things within him that Clark could never understand and the misinterpretations would probably kill whatever little humanity that was left within the Luthor scion. So love was impossible but at least as a friend, Clark could try to save him little by little.  Even if Lionel finished him off before Clark could help him become more, Lex would appreciate the efforts.

Just not this instant.

"I'm not really in the happiest of moods right now, Clark." He brushed rudely past the kid, not bothering to met the hazel field of glory underneath the dark lashes. "You want to go back to your farm."

"But, Lex, I-"

"Take off, Kent." He hoped Clark would forgive him later, knew he would, and hated himself for taking advantage of such a humane quality of their friendship, but he didn't have the power to just slap on a phony smile for the farmboy and ask him how his day at school went.

He dropped into his chair craving a scalpel, wishing he could take the blade to the fine Italian leather, tearing out the in, and pushing in the out.

Destroying the purity.

There was silence from across the room and he looked up to his friend. Instead of finding Clark turning to leave, or standing there hurt or angry, he found him just...
Just Clark. Understanding and patient.

Argh.

"Go, Clark." His voice was dripping with venom and savagery and yet Clark made no attempt to leave. Instead his eyebrow arched in what was usually an endearing custom, but just annoyed the fuck out of Lex now.

"Lex, can I-"

"OUT!" He shocked even himself by yelling. He didn't mean to disrespect Clark like this, it was the last thing in the world that he wanted to, but he was going to come apart in a minute and he didn't want Clark to be near when he started tossing things.

"Is this how we're doing it today?" Clark's demeanor had changed completely. Lex caught the sarcasm and the wording, the calm and calculating look in Clark's eyes that was so... him. This was him, not his deliciously innocuous farmboy crush. It somehow frightened, cowed and angered him even more.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Lex's jaw clenched. What the hell was going on here? "Doing what today?"

"Dealing with your fear."

Lex's breath became abruptly absent, stolen by this imposter in front of him. "What did you say?" he whispered.

"I'm guessing that's what it is." The boy walked over to the desk and placed his hands on the edge, peering down into Lex's eyes. "You're scared. Am I right?"

He pushed the chair back with his feet and stood, walking over to the farmboy and grabbing his arm. Lex pulled, but the kid didn't budge.

"What are you? A fucking statue here? Go." He pushed hard, but Clark didn't move.

"I'm not leaving."

"You'd better."

"Or what, Lex?"

"I've never been so fucking serious in my life."

"Neither have I."

Lex looked at Clark for a moment. He was here and too fucking stupid to just let Lex be. All Lex wanted to do was vent, was rage on and on. And if he couldn't do it alone… Then Clark would just have to learn that when he said jump, Clark's response was 'to what state, Master Lex?'.

He grabbed a fistful of Clark's silky black hair, yanking the boy's face roughly to his own.

Fuck waiting, fuck living in loneliness. Clark could never love him, could never be his so he'd take what he could get. That mouth, those lips.

His lips met Clark's in pure angry passion, the loneliness within cutting so deep, so fucking deep that he couldn't feel the mouth beneath his. He pulled on the head in his hands so hard that his hands hurt, and he bit the lush bottom lip that he'd dreamed about seemingly forever, pressing so roughly to the mouth that his lips felt flattened, almost to non-existence.

He pressed Clark up against the desk biting down again, harder this time, and heard a cry of surprise. He should stop now, he really needed to, but he couldn't. He had what he wanted, the boy, the mouth, the obsession coming to, and God, that lip was fucking flawless.

Exquisite.

He knew he wanted to feel Clark inside himself, filling him, seeing him in a place he'd never been before. He wanted the light that was Kent to blind him, washing away the darkness that was inside him.

He also knew that was never going to happen, so he got ready. Ready to be thrown gracelessly back onto the floor, ready to face the disgusted and betrayed look in the verdant eyes of his best friend, ready to never again see the boy he wanted so desperately only to love, ready to be hated-

Instead lips parted, a mouth opened beneath his and hands gripped his ass, kneading it. Clark's hands. Clark's lips. Clark's tongue.

Clark's tongue was tasting his, stroking his. Clark's mouth was taking possession of his.

What an imagination.

He suddenly felt the hands working their way inside his waistband, physically asserting that they wanted the same thing Lex wanted.

This was not a figment of his imagination and Lex was not used to being accepted. He pushed on Clark's chest, backing away from him until he bumped into the couch. He was panting hard, barely breathing and feeling as if he were having the first asthma attack in too many years. He looked into the farmboy's eyes to find need, sex, heated and lascivious desire, and yet somehow Clark was able to maintain his innocent demeanor.

"Clark," he breathed. "What the hell are you doing?"

He gave Lex's body a long appraising look that sent corresponding shivers down the older boy's spine and shrugged. "Responding. What the hell are you doing?"

"I was just angry and I wanted you to leave-"

"I meant over there." Clark crossed the distance between the two of them and placed his hands on the small of Lex's back. "That's better."

That's what?  Hands were where they could not be, easily the most romantic spot on the body, always the sweetest and gentlest gesture. It was making Lex hard, so hard, but he was already at full attention from just the kiss.

"Clark, I-"

Clark was not oblivious to the body so close to his own and he suddenly ground into Lex, hard. Lex felt the erection press against his own and he gasped at the sensation, grabbing Clark's broad shoulders and digging his fingers into the sweater covering the glorious muscles beneath.

"What do you want, Lex?" he whispered. "Do you want me?"

Lex nodded, unable to think, unable to talk, barely able to breathe.

Clark's hand pried Lex's fingers from his sweater-covered shoulder and moved the hand down to his own rear. "Do you want this?"

Lex shut his eyes, wishing he could shut his ears too. He could hear the nervousness, the hesitancy, and the lust coming from Clark. This couldn't be happening. "Shit... oh, Clark-"

"Yes?" Nervous whisper, but holding so much confidence.  How could this be possible?

"I want you-"

Hand met erection and Lex bit back a scream. "I can feel that, Lex."

"Fuck me," he whispered, flushing.

"What?"

Lex opened his eyes shyly to find the startled expression on Clark's face. "I want you-" he breathed in and took a chance, moving his shaking hand from Clark's ass to his crotch and he grabbed hold. The boy's eyes fluttered, darkening over and his nose flared. "-to fuck me."

There was a blur and he was suddenly on the couch. He didn't remember how he got there, didn't care, it wasn't that far from where he was standing in the first place. Hands were stripping him of his slacks and his silk boxers, then he watched a fully clothed Clark climb on to the couch.

Maybe there was something that Clark wasn't quite clear on when it came to sex.

Then again, maybe not. Clark skipped all formalities and his tongue, oh lord, that tongue was on Lex's abdomen going down, down...

Clark looked up in surprise and Lex looked away in embarrasment. This was not how he intended Clark to find out he was a redhead. Actually, he hadn't intended the kid to make that particular discovery at all.

"You're-"

"Yeah," he laughed bitterly. "Not bald all over."

Clark sat up and looked at Lex's legs making him feel a little uncomfortable.  "But it's no where else."

"Not down there, anyway."

"It's really red."

Something soft in Clark's voice calmed Lex, who found himself less on edge at the boy's close inspection.  "Thought I was a blond, didn't you?"

Clark frowned, finally looking up. "Never actually thought about it."

Lex shrugged, picking at non-existant lint on the couch, all to aware of his unclothed and still completely hardened state. "The eyebrows.  No red in them.  No pigment of any color, actually.  I don't know why I still have them, but people..."  He trailed of as Clark climbed onto his lap and pushed him down, beginning to gently caress Lex's head and he let out a very loud, very throaty moan of appreciation.

Then the kissing started, too soft and intimate for Lex and he closed his eyes.  Slowly, Clark began with both eyebrows, then worked his way to Lex's nose, then his eyes, his lips. Clark lingered on his mouth for a moment, then began to lick and nibble his way down Lex's jaw and to the hollow of his throat. He pushed up Lex's shirt briefly lapping at both of Lex's nipples, then trailing down once again to Lex's abdomen.

Lex gasped as Clark's tongue graced his hardened balls, ignoring the most prominent need.

His cock, his hot and so, so hard cock. It needed attention, needed it now.

"Please... Clark." His hands moved to clutch the plush cushions of the couch and Clark licked the tip of his erection. He shuttered and pressed the back of his head against the armrest and hard as he could. There was an abrupt wet fire and maniacal suction on his erection.

"Clark!" He'd never squealed in his life, never screeched, never gasped with a lover, but now that became a moot point. He gripped the hair covering the head attached to the mouth that was devouring him, that was eating him, Christ, that was chewing on him.

He screamed as Clark bit down and pumped viciously into the mouth that covered him. The heat, the suction, of God the wetness of that mouth, those lips on his cock, and the fact that this was Clark, this was really happening.

Clark.

Thrusting once more, he came instantaneously, sticky and salty and bitter and hard, surprised at how easily orgasm had come. He was shaking, eyes closed and after a moment he felt Clark climbing up his body.  He opened his eyes and the look in the farmboy's greens confused Lex for a moment. Then he remembered that it was only half post-coital. Clark had yet to be satisfied.

Lex paid attention to the arrangements of Clark's clothes over his body parts as the boy climbed up to kiss him. In the middle of the vehement smooch, where tongues fought for dominance and he could taste himself inside the mouth that burned him, he quickly slipped his hand into Clark's tight work jeans and grabbed onto the hot iron rod within. Clark broke away from the kiss, gasping.

"Lex!" The sound of Clark saying his name with such corporal yearning had Lex stiffening again, and he felt a heavy and completely unexpected pattering in his chest.

Damn heart.

He was now on his back, on the floor, again unsure of how he got there but not worried because Clark, Clark with the body of a god, was stripping before him. Pants and underwear shredded along with boots, and where were his socks?, he must have taken them off, oh god, he even has magnificent feet.

Clark pulled off the form-hugging sweater, smiling at Lex who grinned back. Such a beautiful body, so healthy and clean and wonderfully strong. Clark bent down and blushed suddenly as he carefully spread Lex's legs. Lex pulled them up, high in the air, slipping them over Clark's shoulders and gripping the boy's arms, ready, feeling the head of Clark's erection so hot, so close, pressing against his anus, his willing and ready body shifting a little, preparing himself for entrance.

Then Clark was inside of him, nice and slow. Lex shook his head and tightened his grip on the boy's arms. "No, please, harder, Clark. Harder." He saw the unsure and worried look in his friend's- no, in his lover's eyes. "I can take it, Clark. I need it."

"Lex, I-"

"Please," he panted.

Pumping harder and harder, Clark looked at him so affectionately with those intense green eyes Lex thought he'd cry. They were sweaty and fucking and it was so raw, he could feel it everywhere, and he didn't know if he could take the depth of that look. The mixture of affection, lust and a first-timers nerves was fatal in it's strength.

Clark pumped harder, more feral, more savage with every thrust, so hard that he was fucking Lex across the floor of the study. Lex moaned and whimpered as Clark's cock filled him. It seemed to fit him so perfectly.

He could tell they were getting close to the wall, and put his hands up to brace himself against it as they got there, hoping that he didn't hit his head on the heavy brick and earn some sort of fracture or brain trauma.

"Is this- okay?" Clark strained to make sure his new lover could handle the lovemaking.

Lex closed his eyes, bit his lip and nodded. This was what he needed, oh fuck was it ever. "Harder."

"Wh- what?"

"Harder, Clark. Like- like you c-can't stop."

"I can't." Clark hammered into him, scrunching up his face in that moment of such promise, the glorious seconds so close, close to coming, so fucking close to the edge.

He started to pull out but Lex dropped his legs to Clark's sides, tightening them around him, encircling the body above his, arms and hands still braced against the wall. "Come on, Clark." He panted, closing his eyes to the shaking world, rocking back and forth. "Come inside of me. Come on." Lex felt the boy explode inside of him and they both shouted at the sensation. Clark collapsed on top of Lex, still humping him a little frenetically, having more to empty.
 
 
 

More soon...

I've been trying to write porn with less romance, but damn it [!!] I can't seem to freaking manage it. This was as close as I could get, and Lex is STILL pretty emotional.