Tangled

Clark lowered his hand from the door. He took a deep breath and stepped back. Shaking his head, he turned away from the door and started down the stone steps.

The dry chuckle behind him stopped him, and he felt his spine snap straight in response to the laughter.

"I had a feeling you might chicken out, Clark."

Clark's head whipped around, black strands of hair flying across his forehead. One long lock draped over his brow, and he reached up, slapping it away.

His body turned slowly, moving around as he climbed back up the steps. He stopped in front of Lex, moving his eyes from Lex's feet up to his flashing gray eyes.

Clark shook his head, cocking his head to the side and looked out at Lex through long, thick lashes. "You were waiting for me. Watching to see if I'd come."

The left side of Lex's mouth tilted up in a smirk. "Of course not." He shrugged a silk-covered shoulder carelessly. "You presume too much, Mr. Kent."

Moving forward, a strange smile on his lips, Clark walked past Lex and into the mansion, brushing his shoulder hard against Lex's as he passed him.

Lex rolled his eyes and turned, following Clark inside. He moved to shut the door and felt the breath rush out of his chest as Clark turned and slammed him against the door. His body shuddered as the door clicked closed behind him. Clark moved in close, leaning his head down.

Thick, flushed lips fell closer and paused a breath away from Lex's. Clark moved his mouth side-to-side, gliding his warm breaths across Lex's mouth.

Scarred lips parted in response, and Lex tilted his head back against the hard wood of the door. His eyes fell to watch a pink tongue-tip dart across those pretty lips, and he pushed his face up.

And met air.

Clark had moved back, a wide smile on his face. He watched as Clark arched his eyebrows and moved toward the office. "You coming, Lex?"

Lex snarled and jerked up straight. Running a furious hand down the front of his pants, he followed Clark to the office. He walked in and stepped across the room to the bar; leaned against it.

"Clark, unless you've been hiding a great deal more from me than I thought, you don't have a lot of experience with this. Are you really sure you want to start things like this?"

Clark crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at the floor, a small grin playing on his lips. "God, Lex, your ego...You don't think I can handle you?"

Soft laughter filled the air between them. "Knowing your upbringing, I'm fairly certain you've heard the expression: 'You shouldn't play with fire'."

"I've got thick skin." Clark retorted, his eyes snapping up to lock onto Lex's. He narrowed his eyes. "You want to fuck me now, don't you?"

Lex nodded, "We've established that, Clark." He smiled. "I AM going to fuck you. I'm going to take you, and you're going to love it."

Black eyebrows disappeared behind a thick fringe of glossy hair. "You're going to take me?" He shook his head and walked slowly towards Lex. He moved next to him, resting his lower back against the edge of the bar. He twisted his neck, looking down into Lex's face. "Lex, whether you fuck me or not, you aren't going to take me. I'm going to take YOU. And you know it."

Lex pushed away from the bar and stood stiffly in front of Clark. Slid his hands into his pockets. "Would you care to explain that?"

Nodding thoughtfully, Clark sighed. "I bet you're hoping that if you fuck me, you'll be able to get me out of your system...stop thinking about me. What I'd be like. You're hoping it will give you some power over me. Maybe there's some part of you that thinks that a sweet, sentimental 'boy' like me will be overwhelmed after we're together and I'll feel like I need you again." He stepped forward and leaned down to whisper against Lex's ear. Watched the shiver run across pale skin, and smiled. "The truth is, you should be scared. Because we both know that once I take you, you'll want me more than ever. Because once you're inside me, nothing else will ever be good enough."

Lex leaned back and looked into Clark's smiling face. So sure. Snarling, he threw his hands into Clark's hair and pulled his face down. Pushed it over, to the side, and bit into the flesh of his throat. Murmured a question.

Clark shook as he felt the hot gusts of breath against his neck. He heard the words whispered against his skin, and reached up, grasped slender wrists and held tight.

"Clark. Tell me."

"I don't know why I'm here." Clark whispered back. "I can't even explain it to myself." He shoved Lex back, watched him stumble, and followed his body as he fell back, onto the floor. "You said we'd change everything. I don't think I even believe that's possible."

Lex's neck ached as he strained forward and ran his tongue over Clark's open mouth. He licked his lips and moved, jerking his legs under him and pushing hard until he rolled Clark over. Heard his head hit the tiles hard and climbed over him. Settled over his hips and stared down. "Why did you come, then? If there's no reason to hope...why bother to show up?"

Clark's eyes darkened for a moment before he looked off to the side. Lex growled and grasped his chin between his hands. Drew his face back, hard.

"Why?"

"God. You always have to...I don't know."

"Liar," Lex hissed. He ran his hands down, across Clark's neck and down his chest. Farther, until they were spread over his belly, scratching against the fabric that covered his stomach. "Tell me."

"I don't KNOW!" Clark roared, flipping them over, and wincing as Lex's arms jerked between their bodies.

"You do." Lex insisted. "Just fucking tell me." He forced his hands lower, and pressed hard against the flesh straining the thick denim. "Fuck, Clark. Just say it."

Clark's eyes squeezed shut tight. His hands shot out, slamming into the floor on either side of Lex's head, sending up a flurry of dust from the broken tiles.

"Say it. Say that you want me." Lex's voice was raw, open and sore, rough. "Tell me that you want me. Even with everything I do, and everything I am. Everything I'm capable of. You want me."

Green eyes shot open and Lex licked his lips slowly, moving from corner to corner, pausing on the split in the center of his upper lip.

"Yeah, Lex." Clark breathed. "I want you."

The smile that spread across Lex's lips was joyous and smug. Bright and open and pleased. And knowing.

"I wish I didn't." Clark muttered softly, and he watched as Lex's smile grew wider. "That shouldn't make you happy, you ass."

"Oh?" Lex murmured. "Really?" Sliding up on the slick floor, Lex squirmed out from under Clark's body. He sat up, his hands pressed against the floor, fingers playing in the grooves left by Clark's fingers. "Odd. Knowing you want me more than you care that you shouldn't makes me very happy."

Clark balanced his weight on the palms of his hands and lifted himself up onto his knees. "You're so messed up."

"Hmm."

Green eyes watched warily as pale hands fell down to the zipper of tailored slacks. "What are you doing?"

"I thought you didn't want me to undermine your confidence in your intelligence, Clark." Lex drew down the zipper with a jerky hand, and drew himself out. "Come on. I want you. Be ready, Clark."

Lex watched as large, golden-skinned hands lifted the edge of a bright blue t-shirt up and over dark, tousled curls.

"Fuck."

Clark rolled his eyes, "That is the idea."

"Get your fucking pants off."

"Impatient bastard." Clark muttered, crawling forward. He paused, resting on his knees, and drew his pants down, keeping his eyes on Lex's face. He went slowly, drawing the fabric over his hips carefully. Tried to hide the shaking wracking his body.

"Impossibly slow, stubborn, lying...good fucking GOD, Clark."

Clark's head fell back as he sighed up at the ceiling. He felt his throat constricting and tried to swallow. Wet his lips before managing to find his voice. "Are you just going to stare?"

Lex's arm shot out, and his hand closed over Clark's. Drew it back towards him to cover his exposed cock. "Snotty fucking brat. Puritanical, judgmental....just like that. Fuck. Harder."

"Oh God." Clark moaned, and looked down at Lex's reddened face. Looked at their hands, fingers closed over smooth, glistening skin. "You're so bad. All the time. Doing bad things. God." He fell back, his knees buttery beneath him as Lex moved forward, sliding his hand up the smooth skin of Clark's inner thigh. "Lex, don't stop."

"Never stop. I'll never stop doing that. Can't stop touching you." Lex dug in his nails, and watched with a smirk as skin remained pale gold. Unmarred.

"I can't stand you sometimes."

"I want to fucking rip your pretty head off all the fucking time."

Clark jerked up, a low whine echoing in the room as Lex's nails went higher. Scraped over the base of his straining erection. "I miss you." He removed his hand from Lex, covering his face and breathing hard.

"Fuck." Lex shifted. Folded his arms around Clark's waist and went in close. Climbed over the tops of his legs, and sat, trembling as his ass brushed against Clark's silky skin. "Fuck, Clark."

Clark nodded behind his hand, and sighed, looking away as Lex nipped at the fingers of his hand with sharp teeth. His hand fell away and Lex's teeth were on his chin. Biting. Soft tongue peeking out to lick. "Yeah, I know. You miss me too."

"Prick."

"Jerk."

"Yeah, I do."

Clark smiled, his eyes lighter. "What are we changing, Lex?"

Lex pushed against Clark's chest, sliding him down to the floor gently. He moved over him, covering him, and looked down into wide, bright eyes with a grin. "Don't you see it, Clark? For the first time, in a long time...we're understanding each other."

The confusion on Clark's face drew a short chuckle out of Lex, and he shook his head.

"We're understanding each other, Clark, and we're...getting along."

Clark laughed, the sound wild and loud around them. "Is that what you call this?"

"That," Lex agreed, pressing down against Clark's thighs, and thrusting up, "and more."

Shrugging, his shoulder squeaking against the floor, Clark looked up into Lex's face, and smiled, baring his teeth. He laughed breathlessly as Lex glided across his cock, smearing it with wet warmth. "Whatever." Rearing up, he bit at Lex's scarred upper lip, and sucked it into his mouth.

The were both laughing, and Lex didn't even mind when he heard the bone in his hip creak. He only pushed harder.