Buying Clark
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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,517
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Buying Clark
*mean music*
Hay, body sweat, and odd perfumes blended together almost blocking oxygen that pushed itself through the wide barn doors. Lex Luthor smiled despite himself, recognizing every smell with a familiarity of a old pro. Nothing new here. Even the crush of bodies felt good, despite the fact that he didn't have liquor to dull the pain of several deodorant free teenagers in a five foot vicinity.
"I'm waiting on the last one." A girl looking more like twelve, then the required sixteen whispered to her even younger looking companion. "Six months of babysitting…"
Lex turned his attention away from the girls, not wanting to hear anymore now. This was going to be an easy night, especially since he probably only had to throw out a few twenties to get Clark for a whole night. No bachelor had gone more then sixty dollars. Yes, very easy night.
The lights dimmed above the heads of the crowd causing a slight stir, while several squeals of excitement echoed through the shuffle of the barn. Lex smirked up at the runway, watching with a relaxed ease as Chloe Sullivan shuffled out behind a huge stack of hay. Her face flushed from the heat of the night, and eyes slightly glassy even at twenty feet away.
"Alright, everyone." She smiled at the crowd, hushing down so everyone could hear her. "Only two more bachelors left." Her eyes flicked behind the hay stack, flushing a deep pink before the lights completely flicked off.
Pheromones were leaking off every person in the relatively small barn, pulling him deeper into it heated clutches. This is where he felt safe, where the warmth of other bodies bleeding through his jacket was feeding him with strength. It made his senses tingle with a awareness that only a nose full of coke could offer in the past. Club Zero and coke and he was flying.
"Clark." Chloe's voice was husky in the darkness, adding a more settled ease in stance. Moonlight streamed from every nook and cranny of the barn shadowing, and highlighting the stage at the same time.
Lex waited several seconds for the lights to glow again but instead a door was thrown open, causing a brisk and rather unexpected wind to hit the crowd. Moonlight caught every corner at that moment, releasing the heat of the light from burning his scalp any longer.
Several people clapped in thanks or excitement, either way he didn't care. "Seduction." Chloe's voice was strained, as she slunk into the shadows of the hay as she had with all the other bachelors.
Lex wanted to laugh to himself as she stated the theme once again, as with all the bachelors. Seduction? Smallville teenagers couldn't begin to fathom what seduction was, especially with the display he had seen tonight. T-shirts off, tuxedo's too big, and swimsuits. Whitney had strutted out in his old football jersey, tempting Lex to bid just to string him up as they had Clark. He had dismissed that idea knowing Clark and Whitney were on the shaky grounds of a budding friendship. The Luthor in him took great joy in the thought of leaving the boy to scream alone while Clark waited for him, oblivious the entire time.
He watched with slight relief but also cringing in dismay as they changed the music in the stereo. Seven N'Sync songs including "God must spent a little more time on you" twice. (He still couldn't get Pete lip singing it.) He had seen Clark humming more then a few Backstreet Boys songs, and could just picture the fresh eighteen year old requesting one of the smooching songs.
The moonlight glow dimmed slightly, creating deep shadows before loud static filled the speakers scatter around the barn with no care. It was loud behind his head, reminding him of when he had been pushed against speakers in clubs. Several grumps rose around him before the static finally fell silent.
A deep Egyptian beat sound began to bleed through the barn, echoing back at the crowd. Lex hips wanted to rock, be taken in with the music as he had when he felt like he was flying. The music and he were one, but he crushed it without a thought. This was not Club Zero, and he had been clean for years.
Instead, he focused in on the opening between two large hay piles, heavily shadowed from the moonlight. He squinted, wishing like hell his night vision hadn't been shot due to the hours of bright lights he had endured to win Clark.
"Maybe he chickened out." Several girls giggled in front of him, making a small smile play at the corner of his lips. Clark wouldn't back on Chloe even if he was mortally embarrassed.
A soft squeal went up as a keyboard joined in the music, causing Lex to turn his focus on the shadow in between the hay piles. Squinting further, he watched the profile for several long seconds, before its hips rolled to turn the figure forwards.
Lex snickered to himself thinking of Clark in a Pharaoh costume, covered head to toe in cheap gold plastic that reeked of chemicals. Perhaps even a crown, most likely cutting off the blood to his brain.
A small sliver of guilt built in his chest, thinking of how Clark had begged him for help a week ago. He had gently declined due the fact that Clark's idea of seduction was…well cheesy. Lex on the other hand had grown up with vixens and sirens that had more seduction in their pinky then the entire town had in all. Probably, why he had found Clark so endearing, and utterly irresistible.
The dark figure slowly slithered forward, in what he presumed was embarrassment. Lex eyes went to slits as his lips pursed into a disgruntled frown at what he saw. Standing with the shadows lingering on the sharp points of his body, stood an Egyptian God that demanded Worshippers of the entire crowd. Clark, completely bare to the world except for the sheerest piece of material covering just above the shadow of his obvious semi erect interest to his ankles.
He wondered for a second if it was shadow, make up, or just power that made Clark's stare so intense. He looked over the crowd, seeming to stare at each person individually before he stepped out of the shadows.
A scream of utter excitement filled the barn, obviously coming from the small cluster of cheerleaders, who had already greedily claimed two bachelors as their own. Lex didn't turn to stare as others, knowing that they were trying to distract themselves from the boy…no man on the stage. A man who knew exactly what they were doing, from the half smile that screamed obey me on his face.
Lex blinked against the moonlight, trying to wash away the obvious wet daydream he was having. It wasn't possible that Clark, his Clark was slithering closer to the end of the runway practically giving him an extremely stiff problem in his casual suit.
Clark wasn't wearing two of sheerest pieces of material that was only a small step off saran wrap, strung together with a sewing thread. Baring his sharp hips to the world and probably the edge of his ass from the breathless moans that several girls made as he passed. A gold chain didn't hang down his body looking straight out of Egypt, that he would gladly add to his own collection, complete with pyramid and eye winking with a gem he didn't recognize in it.
Lex was positive if the wind gushed through again, it would rip the material from Clark's body, but somehow in his mind he didn't see Clark shying away. Instead, it would probably bring the whole crowd to their knees to pay homage including him.
"Seventy five." The twelve year old girl, trying to pass herself off as sixteen screamed. Clark didn't seem to notice though, slowing down even further too slowly sway his hips as he walked. Lex blinked again, trying to wipe the wet dream out. Clark was probably shyly walking down the runway in his regular flannel, maybe shirtless but…
"Eighty." He barked, ignoring the glare directed at him from the girl. He was lucky his father had taught him the power of bidding otherwise he would of screamed god only knows to get a hold of this God for a night.
He pushed passed the girl, only to be elbowed squarely in the stomach by a woman who looks remarkably like Lana Lang. His pain was quick noticing the way Clark's tongue darted out to wet his already plump lips.
*Walking, waiting
Alone without a care*
Even at the distance of ten people from the stage, he could hear Clark husky voice. It was deep and full of hot promise, guaranteeing an amazing night to anyone who won him. 'Yes.' Lex would drop to his knees for Clark, and even disgrace the Luthor name by begging to worship him for the night.
*Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear*
"Ninety!" He would crush whoever dared bid against him. He scanned the crowd trying to find the source but everyone was to caught up in Clark, to spellbound to distinguish from each other.
"One hundred!" He bellowed uncaring if he was making a ass of himself, or if the whole fucking crowd knew what he wanted.
"One twenty." 'Damn cheerleaders.' He scowled in their general direction, before his eyes focus back on the stage. Clark stood on the edge of the runway, smirking at him with a disconcerting intensity.
*Did you think it's cool to walk right up
To take my life and fuck it up*
Lex took an involuntary step back, feeling his chest constrict at the way the ruffled haired boy's eyes bore into him. They glowed in the moonlight, giving Clark an animal appearance, that made a slow quiver of excitement and fear run up his spine
*Well did you
Well did you*
"No." He whispered more to himself then the man on stage. Clark's head dipped lower, pronouncing his shoulder blades. All around the god moonlight seemed to dim, and brighten at once, making several people gasp with excitement.
If he could have torn his eyes away he would have seen the way most of the teenagers around him were having a serious problem controlling their dripping interest. Several girls panted, leaning against each other, while several boys more openly adjusted themselves to hide their discomfort.
"One fifty." Lex hollered, feeling his mind becoming intoxicated with a orgasm that Clark was brewing almost ten feet away. 'Begging to be fucked…Demanding to fuck.'
*I see hell in your eyes*
Clark's eyes rolled back in his head, the words rolling off his tongue.
*Taken in by surprise*
"Two hundred." Whimpered a new voice…male. Clark head lolled back, his own fingers touching his stomach, chest, even tweaked his nipples.
*Touching you makes me feel alive*
"FIVE HUNDRED!" Lex growled, his cock bumping into the front of his pants. How he wished he could have jerked off before he came here, instead of nearly coming on himself like the sea of teenagers around him. Clark head snapped up, targeting him with a dominating stare, the sheer material tenting out even further.
*Touching you makes me die inside*
"Five hundred one." He was going to kill every single one of those damn cheerleaders. Slowly and as painfully as possible.
"Six hundred." He wasn't going to have anyone else touch Clark, especially with the way the farm boy's hand were molested his own body.
*Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear*
He could feel a triumphant yell building in his chest, realizing no one bidding anymore. Clark was going to be his, his and only his for the rest of the night and not even the Kent's could do a damn thing about it.
*Did you think its cool to walk right up
To take my life and fuck it up*
"Six hundred forty-nine dollars and thirty-seven cents." Lex eyes narrow through the crowd, watching Lana Lang screamed it above the entranced crowd murmur. Never was Lana Lang going to touch Clark, not his Clark. Never.
*Well did you
I hate you*
"One thousand." He snapped, making several head turn his direction but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let anyone else have him, even if it would cost the entire Luthor fortune.
*I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by suprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside*
Lex knew no one would top it; he knew that Smallville people barely had a hundred dollars to spent much less a thousand. He wondered if he could convince Clark to wear the outfit for the rest of the night, maybe for another thousand dollars.
*I've slept so long without you*
Lex breath seized in lungs, hearing the breathy words. He turned expecting the eighteen year old to be caught in almost masturbation instead of the steady gaze settle on him. "Too long." He uttered, adjusting himself without thought.
*It's tearing me apart, too*
Lex couldn't fight the moan that escaped him or how his hand lingered too long on his pant front. Clark hands followed suit, running over the front of the sheer material to display the now obvious erection.
*How to get this far
Playing games with this old heart*
Several girls whimpered, and one overzealous one even jumped at the edge of the stage to try and grab hold of the front of Clark's material. Clark quickly took several steps back into the stage, seeming not to notice the girl.
*I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you
I've slept so long without you*
Clark didn't try to hide his stare, or blush away as Lex slowly inclined his head in a yes. "Far too long." Lex whispered, wishing the man could hear him. That everything he worked so hard to hide lay out in the open.
*I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by suprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside*
"A thousand dollars going once." Chloe reappeared out of the darkness, her voice so deep one could barely think it was the fairy like girl.
*I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by suprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside*
"A thousand dollars going twice." Clark smirked at him, before turning on his heels giving him a view of exactly what those girls were swooning over. He watched the way the back of the legs peeking out flexed, the way he got a nearly perfect idea of Clark's gorgeous ass.
Clark cast one last smirk through the crowd lingering a millisecond longer in his direction before he turned, and he stepped into the shadows. Leaving only a memory of a back that begged to be licked. "Sold for a thousand dollars."
Song-
Slept So Long by Orgy
Queen of the Damned
Hay, body sweat, and odd perfumes blended together almost blocking oxygen that pushed itself through the wide barn doors. Lex Luthor smiled despite himself, recognizing every smell with a familiarity of a old pro. Nothing new here. Even the crush of bodies felt good, despite the fact that he didn't have liquor to dull the pain of several deodorant free teenagers in a five foot vicinity.
"I'm waiting on the last one." A girl looking more like twelve, then the required sixteen whispered to her even younger looking companion. "Six months of babysitting…"
Lex turned his attention away from the girls, not wanting to hear anymore now. This was going to be an easy night, especially since he probably only had to throw out a few twenties to get Clark for a whole night. No bachelor had gone more then sixty dollars. Yes, very easy night.
The lights dimmed above the heads of the crowd causing a slight stir, while several squeals of excitement echoed through the shuffle of the barn. Lex smirked up at the runway, watching with a relaxed ease as Chloe Sullivan shuffled out behind a huge stack of hay. Her face flushed from the heat of the night, and eyes slightly glassy even at twenty feet away.
"Alright, everyone." She smiled at the crowd, hushing down so everyone could hear her. "Only two more bachelors left." Her eyes flicked behind the hay stack, flushing a deep pink before the lights completely flicked off.
Pheromones were leaking off every person in the relatively small barn, pulling him deeper into it heated clutches. This is where he felt safe, where the warmth of other bodies bleeding through his jacket was feeding him with strength. It made his senses tingle with a awareness that only a nose full of coke could offer in the past. Club Zero and coke and he was flying.
"Clark." Chloe's voice was husky in the darkness, adding a more settled ease in stance. Moonlight streamed from every nook and cranny of the barn shadowing, and highlighting the stage at the same time.
Lex waited several seconds for the lights to glow again but instead a door was thrown open, causing a brisk and rather unexpected wind to hit the crowd. Moonlight caught every corner at that moment, releasing the heat of the light from burning his scalp any longer.
Several people clapped in thanks or excitement, either way he didn't care. "Seduction." Chloe's voice was strained, as she slunk into the shadows of the hay as she had with all the other bachelors.
Lex wanted to laugh to himself as she stated the theme once again, as with all the bachelors. Seduction? Smallville teenagers couldn't begin to fathom what seduction was, especially with the display he had seen tonight. T-shirts off, tuxedo's too big, and swimsuits. Whitney had strutted out in his old football jersey, tempting Lex to bid just to string him up as they had Clark. He had dismissed that idea knowing Clark and Whitney were on the shaky grounds of a budding friendship. The Luthor in him took great joy in the thought of leaving the boy to scream alone while Clark waited for him, oblivious the entire time.
He watched with slight relief but also cringing in dismay as they changed the music in the stereo. Seven N'Sync songs including "God must spent a little more time on you" twice. (He still couldn't get Pete lip singing it.) He had seen Clark humming more then a few Backstreet Boys songs, and could just picture the fresh eighteen year old requesting one of the smooching songs.
The moonlight glow dimmed slightly, creating deep shadows before loud static filled the speakers scatter around the barn with no care. It was loud behind his head, reminding him of when he had been pushed against speakers in clubs. Several grumps rose around him before the static finally fell silent.
A deep Egyptian beat sound began to bleed through the barn, echoing back at the crowd. Lex hips wanted to rock, be taken in with the music as he had when he felt like he was flying. The music and he were one, but he crushed it without a thought. This was not Club Zero, and he had been clean for years.
Instead, he focused in on the opening between two large hay piles, heavily shadowed from the moonlight. He squinted, wishing like hell his night vision hadn't been shot due to the hours of bright lights he had endured to win Clark.
"Maybe he chickened out." Several girls giggled in front of him, making a small smile play at the corner of his lips. Clark wouldn't back on Chloe even if he was mortally embarrassed.
A soft squeal went up as a keyboard joined in the music, causing Lex to turn his focus on the shadow in between the hay piles. Squinting further, he watched the profile for several long seconds, before its hips rolled to turn the figure forwards.
Lex snickered to himself thinking of Clark in a Pharaoh costume, covered head to toe in cheap gold plastic that reeked of chemicals. Perhaps even a crown, most likely cutting off the blood to his brain.
A small sliver of guilt built in his chest, thinking of how Clark had begged him for help a week ago. He had gently declined due the fact that Clark's idea of seduction was…well cheesy. Lex on the other hand had grown up with vixens and sirens that had more seduction in their pinky then the entire town had in all. Probably, why he had found Clark so endearing, and utterly irresistible.
The dark figure slowly slithered forward, in what he presumed was embarrassment. Lex eyes went to slits as his lips pursed into a disgruntled frown at what he saw. Standing with the shadows lingering on the sharp points of his body, stood an Egyptian God that demanded Worshippers of the entire crowd. Clark, completely bare to the world except for the sheerest piece of material covering just above the shadow of his obvious semi erect interest to his ankles.
He wondered for a second if it was shadow, make up, or just power that made Clark's stare so intense. He looked over the crowd, seeming to stare at each person individually before he stepped out of the shadows.
A scream of utter excitement filled the barn, obviously coming from the small cluster of cheerleaders, who had already greedily claimed two bachelors as their own. Lex didn't turn to stare as others, knowing that they were trying to distract themselves from the boy…no man on the stage. A man who knew exactly what they were doing, from the half smile that screamed obey me on his face.
Lex blinked against the moonlight, trying to wash away the obvious wet daydream he was having. It wasn't possible that Clark, his Clark was slithering closer to the end of the runway practically giving him an extremely stiff problem in his casual suit.
Clark wasn't wearing two of sheerest pieces of material that was only a small step off saran wrap, strung together with a sewing thread. Baring his sharp hips to the world and probably the edge of his ass from the breathless moans that several girls made as he passed. A gold chain didn't hang down his body looking straight out of Egypt, that he would gladly add to his own collection, complete with pyramid and eye winking with a gem he didn't recognize in it.
Lex was positive if the wind gushed through again, it would rip the material from Clark's body, but somehow in his mind he didn't see Clark shying away. Instead, it would probably bring the whole crowd to their knees to pay homage including him.
"Seventy five." The twelve year old girl, trying to pass herself off as sixteen screamed. Clark didn't seem to notice though, slowing down even further too slowly sway his hips as he walked. Lex blinked again, trying to wipe the wet dream out. Clark was probably shyly walking down the runway in his regular flannel, maybe shirtless but…
"Eighty." He barked, ignoring the glare directed at him from the girl. He was lucky his father had taught him the power of bidding otherwise he would of screamed god only knows to get a hold of this God for a night.
He pushed passed the girl, only to be elbowed squarely in the stomach by a woman who looks remarkably like Lana Lang. His pain was quick noticing the way Clark's tongue darted out to wet his already plump lips.
*Walking, waiting
Alone without a care*
Even at the distance of ten people from the stage, he could hear Clark husky voice. It was deep and full of hot promise, guaranteeing an amazing night to anyone who won him. 'Yes.' Lex would drop to his knees for Clark, and even disgrace the Luthor name by begging to worship him for the night.
*Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear*
"Ninety!" He would crush whoever dared bid against him. He scanned the crowd trying to find the source but everyone was to caught up in Clark, to spellbound to distinguish from each other.
"One hundred!" He bellowed uncaring if he was making a ass of himself, or if the whole fucking crowd knew what he wanted.
"One twenty." 'Damn cheerleaders.' He scowled in their general direction, before his eyes focus back on the stage. Clark stood on the edge of the runway, smirking at him with a disconcerting intensity.
*Did you think it's cool to walk right up
To take my life and fuck it up*
Lex took an involuntary step back, feeling his chest constrict at the way the ruffled haired boy's eyes bore into him. They glowed in the moonlight, giving Clark an animal appearance, that made a slow quiver of excitement and fear run up his spine
*Well did you
Well did you*
"No." He whispered more to himself then the man on stage. Clark's head dipped lower, pronouncing his shoulder blades. All around the god moonlight seemed to dim, and brighten at once, making several people gasp with excitement.
If he could have torn his eyes away he would have seen the way most of the teenagers around him were having a serious problem controlling their dripping interest. Several girls panted, leaning against each other, while several boys more openly adjusted themselves to hide their discomfort.
"One fifty." Lex hollered, feeling his mind becoming intoxicated with a orgasm that Clark was brewing almost ten feet away. 'Begging to be fucked…Demanding to fuck.'
*I see hell in your eyes*
Clark's eyes rolled back in his head, the words rolling off his tongue.
*Taken in by surprise*
"Two hundred." Whimpered a new voice…male. Clark head lolled back, his own fingers touching his stomach, chest, even tweaked his nipples.
*Touching you makes me feel alive*
"FIVE HUNDRED!" Lex growled, his cock bumping into the front of his pants. How he wished he could have jerked off before he came here, instead of nearly coming on himself like the sea of teenagers around him. Clark head snapped up, targeting him with a dominating stare, the sheer material tenting out even further.
*Touching you makes me die inside*
"Five hundred one." He was going to kill every single one of those damn cheerleaders. Slowly and as painfully as possible.
"Six hundred." He wasn't going to have anyone else touch Clark, especially with the way the farm boy's hand were molested his own body.
*Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear*
He could feel a triumphant yell building in his chest, realizing no one bidding anymore. Clark was going to be his, his and only his for the rest of the night and not even the Kent's could do a damn thing about it.
*Did you think its cool to walk right up
To take my life and fuck it up*
"Six hundred forty-nine dollars and thirty-seven cents." Lex eyes narrow through the crowd, watching Lana Lang screamed it above the entranced crowd murmur. Never was Lana Lang going to touch Clark, not his Clark. Never.
*Well did you
I hate you*
"One thousand." He snapped, making several head turn his direction but he didn't care. He wasn't going to let anyone else have him, even if it would cost the entire Luthor fortune.
*I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by suprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside*
Lex knew no one would top it; he knew that Smallville people barely had a hundred dollars to spent much less a thousand. He wondered if he could convince Clark to wear the outfit for the rest of the night, maybe for another thousand dollars.
*I've slept so long without you*
Lex breath seized in lungs, hearing the breathy words. He turned expecting the eighteen year old to be caught in almost masturbation instead of the steady gaze settle on him. "Too long." He uttered, adjusting himself without thought.
*It's tearing me apart, too*
Lex couldn't fight the moan that escaped him or how his hand lingered too long on his pant front. Clark hands followed suit, running over the front of the sheer material to display the now obvious erection.
*How to get this far
Playing games with this old heart*
Several girls whimpered, and one overzealous one even jumped at the edge of the stage to try and grab hold of the front of Clark's material. Clark quickly took several steps back into the stage, seeming not to notice the girl.
*I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you
I've slept so long without you*
Clark didn't try to hide his stare, or blush away as Lex slowly inclined his head in a yes. "Far too long." Lex whispered, wishing the man could hear him. That everything he worked so hard to hide lay out in the open.
*I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by suprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside*
"A thousand dollars going once." Chloe reappeared out of the darkness, her voice so deep one could barely think it was the fairy like girl.
*I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by suprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside*
"A thousand dollars going twice." Clark smirked at him, before turning on his heels giving him a view of exactly what those girls were swooning over. He watched the way the back of the legs peeking out flexed, the way he got a nearly perfect idea of Clark's gorgeous ass.
Clark cast one last smirk through the crowd lingering a millisecond longer in his direction before he turned, and he stepped into the shadows. Leaving only a memory of a back that begged to be licked. "Sold for a thousand dollars."
Song-
Slept So Long by Orgy
Queen of the Damned