Buying Clark

Her smile was warm, inviting even but he still had the urge to strangle Chloe Sullivan or perhaps fire her father, Gabe, out of spite. She sipped her coffee, tapping the folded money order against the table in a relaxed manner. "So, you see we want to make sure that Clark won't be harmed with you."

His patients was running low on the imp like girl, who spilled more of the well rehearsed conversation to him. Damn those fucking cheerleaders. Nearly mauling their two bachelors, before he was able to sweep Clark away. Chloe had denied everyone, saying that payments and dates will be personally handled by her.

The ebony haired God had stared at him across the table, his body wrapped in his usual flannel and jeans. Raw energy pulsing off in his relaxed slouch, making Lex buzz with the sexual high. Chloe seemed unaffected by his power, continuing the non-stop rattle before smiling up at him expectantly.

Blinking at her several times, Lex tried to unscramble the fragments of conversation before she grew suspicious of his lack of interest. "Of course, Miss Sullivan." He remained cool, hoping that the safe answer, was the correct answer to get him and Clark out of the Talon quickly.

"Wonderful." Chloe smiled, shoving the money order into her purse quickly. Obviously pleased, she pushed herself up and shuffled off in a self satisfied ease.

Lex watched her, for a moment before turning back to the table and sexual God lazily slumped in his chair. He was accustom to intimidating men who thrust power, and sexual intensity through the air for others to drown in. Clark ,on the other hand, cradled him with the tingling tension. Eyes watching him with a hunter's concentration, while he looked to be scenting the air.

His mind skimmed across several topics of conversations, before he finally settled on remaining silent. Silence was often his checkmate over others, but Clark didn't seem to notice. In fact, he seemed amused by his remained silence. Lex lifted the strong brew of coffee to his lips, trying to hide the urge to break the tension between them.

Clark liked this challenge, running his finger along the rim of his own cup. His eyes dancing wickedly, making Lex splash a pond of coffee on the table. His throat burned from the mouthful of coffee he had just ingested, but he ignored it to gently dab at the spill.

The napkin quickly turned light brown, but the spill still crept closer to the edge of the table. "Here." Lex looked up, to see the small pile of napkins set on the table. Clark self assured smile heightened, while he reseated himself.

Lex felt a flush of embarrassment, a emotion that he hated almost as much as Lionel Luthor. "Thank you." His voice came out in a harsh breath, making Clark seem even more pleased with himself. A urge to knock it off his face fluttered into his mind, but he had never been much of a fighter. His revenge always came through thinking, dominating all his opponents in what other thought as underhanded blows.

"Lex."

"Yes?" He dabbed at the spot, trying to take back control of the obvious building tension. Luthor's created tension, they reveled in it; they didn't act like self conscious oafs.

"Do you really want to stay here?" His voice was low, almost theatrical.

Lex wondered for a moment if it was best, perhaps it was paramount to stay somewhere he could just pick up and leave. Plus, his dignity wouldn't suffer nearly as much if he left Clark here rather then stomping off in private. "Is there somewhere you would like to go, Clark?"

The young man seemed miffed by his impersonal voice, but quickly stood. "Screw Chloe, let's go." He snarled, turning on his heels to walk out of the Talon.

The older man sat staring at the swinging door, idly wondering what Chloe had said. Choosing to take his time, he picked up each napkin with care before returning his cup and trash.

"Night." Lana snapped, snatching the cup from the counter. A frown creasing her face in a rather unattractive way, as she slammed the cup into the sink nearly breaking the cheap porcelain.

"Goodnight Miss Lang." He nearly purred, a stroke of manipulation flooding into him. Lana had been stomping around since he had won Clark, screwing up his order at every turn. A fact that he found rather amusing, since she got his order correct instead of the customary espresso for latte.

Lex sauntered out of the Talon, his usual self assurance settling in again. "Ready Clark?"

Clark leaned against the side of his Porsche, a lazy smile visible in the dull lamp light. His green eyes twinkled merrily in the darkness, pushing off the car with smooth ease. "Ready."

Striding around the car, he felt himself at a advantage in the car. Driving was a comfort to him, a control he had polished in his teens on the back streets of Metropolis. The plush leather was cool through his two thousand dollar suit. "Where too?" He sighed, feeling empowered as the car purred to life.

"Just drive."

Clark's voice was a octave lower, eyes staring blankly out the windshield. It wasn't a unusual request, he had done this many times especially in Smallville. He drove to Metropolis and back the night of the auction, one hand on the wheel while the other jerked himself into oblivion.

The car drove swiftly, the deserted streets a wonderful present even after all this time. Metropolis never allowed liberties of long blinks, much less a full minute of sightless driving like Smallville. Roads that stretched for miles in one long line, a long drive even when he was pushing the car at reckless speeds.

"Lex." Clark’s voice was low, but it still seemed to fill the car with a static.

Glancing over at the young man, his face seeming dark even with the headlight on bright. "Yes?" His voice settled into its usual intimacy he felt with Clark.

"What would you have done if we had had a date that night?" The question was softer, making Lex shiver slightly.

He knew exactly what would of happened that night, seducing him till the boy lay within his arms. "What do you think Clark?"

Clark was silent for several minutes, before Lex felt his heavy stare. Clark’s face was cloaked in shadows, making him glance at the eighteen year old more then once to see his expression. "Would you of wanted it to happen?" Clark's voice grew even lower, but the sexual heat lied thickly under it still.

"Yes." He had never been ashamed to talk about his hunger for others, only keeping it secret when it would was to his advantage. Clark was a definite advantage.

The green eyed angel pondered several minutes, even though the older man didn't notice. His concentration fixed on the road, knowing Clark would need time to think. A urge to take him home was beginning to settle into his stomach when he felt warm fingers touching his gloved hand between them. It was slow at first, like trying to find his bounds.

Clark rubbed his palm through the glove, enjoying the supple leather against his fingers. "Lex?" He whispered, sexual hunger threaded tightly within his name.

"Don't stop." He could feel their friendship crumble, a new set of rules building where the old had settled.

That was all it took for Clark, his fingers threading through Lex's. The raven haired boy's seat belt hit the window with a loud click, making the driver wonder if he would see a spider web crack crawling across it. Hot tongue laved upon his pulse, in long rough strokes. There was no second guess, or awkward teen moment about his movements.

Lex knew that Clark was not going to be just his lover, but his owner. He saw it in the young man's eyes the first day, even with half life in him he saw the predator. Perhaps that is what drew him to the young man, the Luthor instincts wanting to claim the power he saw.

A fact that Jonathan Kent quickly thwarted, keeping his son watchful of him. Jonathan had seen the truth of the Luthor's through Lionel's misdeeds. A fact that he wasn't going to relive through his son.

Lex had taken the challenge with eager enthusiasm, choosing backhanded techniques he had mastered from his father. He knew that he would be able to go in for the kill, but instead found himself trained to Clark Kent's hand. Finding himself yearning to please the teen, despising all that dared interrupt the moments of peace. Wanting every moment to be in Clark's company, but forcing it aside due to his need to let the boy live without his shadow.

"Clark." His name flowed of Lex's tongue in a deliciously creamy ooze, while his body leaned into the suckling kisses. The thought of deep crimson of Clark's hunger for him lingering on his pale skin for days on end, making him throb with sensitivity. "I need you."

Clark let his instincts rule, ripping open the front of Lex's shirt followed by the clinking of buttons hitting random surfaces. Lex had never been a passive lover, allowing others to take complete control of him. He was called a Master, a sexual demigod who had given pleasure to hundreds. They expected him to control them, to lead each into ecstasy beyond fantasy. A fact that left made sex about power, money even at times.

Lex wasn't sure which made him whimper, the unpracticed tongue strokes or the way it hit every spot he craved it. "Lex." Clark hummed, sending extra jolts of pleasure through the bald man. His hands roamed the smaller chest, savoring the feel of silken muscles. Years of privilege and grooming showing on every inch of him.

Clark's warm strong hands rubbing over his nipples, making them peak in hunger. Lex's hands squeezed the steering wheel, trying to keep them both from plowing into a telephone pole. His eyes glanced at the road, seeing it speeding past in a whiz making him wonder ideally how fast he was going. It was quickly forgotten when the strong hands skimmed down to pull at his belt. "Clark."

The younger man didn't seem to hear, gently pulling the belt from their loops. Farm boy shoulders hunched in concentration, before tossing it to his back seat. "Just keep driving Lex." Clark purred, making Lex nearly choke at the wanton in the voice. His pant button joined the others, clinking against the bottom of the dash board. The zipper made a odd sound, making him remember a zipper repair with his tailor later that week.

"Ahhh." He whined, deep in his throat. Clark yanked apart the fabric under the zipper, annoyed by the fact that he could not get a clear view of the violet silk boxers beneath. He didn't offer a apology but instead a offering of his hand heating the cool material.

Lex tried to control his reaction, not wanting to slam his hip and Clark's fingers into the steering wheel. It was almost unbearable, making him tremble with restraint. The warmth was hot, heating the slightly open silk, tenting more with each moment. "Clark." He whimpered, feeling the feathery caress of hair against the bottom of his arm. "Oh god."

Clark breathed through his fingers, allowing some to enter to bare flesh. The bald man seemed to enjoy the extra sensation, allowing one hand to unclench from the steering wheel to pet his head. Clark felt a nervous tingle in his lower stomach, for the first time realizing how inexperienced he was. Pete had been his only partner in such ventures, which only went as far as mutually jerking each other off. The young ebony boy had refused any further exploration, saying it make him sick with the thought.

He stuck out his tongue experimentally, laving the material through his fingers. Lex panted above him, letting the car weave side to side. Clark let his hand drift away, massaging the older man's inner thigh. His other bracing against the seat for balance.

The smell of Lex's musky arousal intoxicated him, making his tongue work double time. The pants against his hair hot, the hand touching it lovingly. "Clark." It egged him on, deciding to suck at the fabric. "Clark." He moaned above him again. "Oh for fuck’s sake stop now."

Clark lips went limp, before jerking across the car pushing himself against the door. His face flushed, his cocky self confidence seeped away. "I..I…Just…Take me home."

"No, Clark." Lex’s voice was a soft command, glancing at the young man. "To my home."

Clark blinked at Lex, not wanting to get into the discussion he wanted to avoid. The thought made him nauseated, while he pushed further until he thought the door would bow out. "Lex, just take me home." He whispered, hoping it didn't sound like pleading.

"Clark, I am not going to have our first time with your parents just down the hall or in a cramped car." The boys eyes widen, before slowing pulling from the door. His confidence seeping into him again.

"Hurry up then." He growled, crawling across the seats to gently suck on the older man's neck. "Before I change your mind."