Cave

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Clark. Fucking. Kent.

Lex Luthor fell back, heavily, onto a abhorrently hard rock. A fucking cave-in, and he was stuck in it with Clark Goddamned Kent. Naturally. Of course. How fucking spectacular.

Sighing, Lex looked around, deliberately avoiding meeting Clark's wary gaze. He flipped open his cell phone, the face lighting up, throwing shadows over the small, enclosed space. It worked, but provided no signal. Hearing the heavy sigh, he looked up expectantly into Clark's determined face.

Dirt streaked his left cheek, and his eyes were darkened. He hair was mussed and dusty and there was a huge rip in his blue t-shirt. One leg of his jeans was practically ripped away, and hanging on by a few frayed, white threads.

'Beautiful.' Lex thought bitterly, unable to stop the always shocking wave of lust that shot through him when he was confronted with the absolute vision that was Clark Kent.

The cell phone light went out, and the room looked even darker than it had before. That didn't stop Lex from noticing the blatant lack of injuries on exposed body of his cave-in 'buddy'.

Raising a slightly shaky hand to his forehead, Lex tapped gently at the long, shallow cut that ended about his ear.

"I should look at that."

Lex yanked his hand away, and met Clark's worried eyes. Sneered. "I don't think so."

Clark sighed, and inched closer. "Lex, think logically. What if there's something stuck in the cut? Rock pieces, or something? Just let me look, and then I'll leave you alone."

His face shut down, eyes turning glacial the closer the tall, dark-haired man came to him. Body rigid, he sat up, refusing to budge...making Clark crawl until he was a mere foot away.

Lex felt his breath coming in quick pants as Clark leaned his head down. Felt a hand reach for his phone and shut it...flip it back open. Clark held it up close to his head, the light casting a glow on his stunning face. His eyes were lit up, an amazing Peridot green, and Lex couldn't stop the shiver that rocked his head closer.

Clark looked closely at the cut, and frowned. He lay his huge hands on Lex's head, feather-gentle around the edges of the injury, and leaned even closer. Met Lex's eyes for a moment, and pursed his lips, blowing gently on the cut.

Lex felt the cool air, soothing the pain, and shook. Couldn't stop.

"Stop it." His voice was whisper-soft.

"Lex, I'm just blowing away the dust and-"

Lex practically pleaded. "Clark, stop."

Stunned eyes locked onto Lex's, glittering in the darkness. "Lex, I'm not trying to hurt you. I wouldn't-"

"I know that, Clark." Lex's voice was ragged, quiet and full of pain. He wrenched his eyes away from Clark's, jerked his head away. Hissed at the movement, sucking in an anguished breath. His neck felt as though it had been stomped on by a fucking elephant. And even that pain didn't seem to detract from the raging erection that had popped up upon Clark Kent blowing on his goddamned face.

"God, Lex," Clark sighed, sitting back on his heels, "you hate me that much? You won't even let me help you."

Son of a- Stormy blue eyes flew to Clark's slowly shaking head. "I don't hate you, Clark."

"Right." Clark snapped. "Of course not. Because that would require you to feel something, right? That would mean that I would have to actually mean something. Right, Lex? Because I'm just NOTHING to you now, right?"

Fury whirled into Lex's chest, left it feeling impossibly close. Found it hard to catch his breath, and barely managed to find his voice. "That's right." The lie nearly choked him. He felt the burn in the back of his throat, and fought to keep an even expression on his face.

Clark's beautiful face was turned away, twisted with grief. He fought to hide, feeling the words tear at him worse than that damned green rock ever could.

"I don't get you. I don't understand-"

Lex heard the rasp in Clark's soft whisper. "Don't understand what, Clark? Don't forget for one moment who ended our friendship. That was you. You did this to us." He met Clark's look of shock with a sharp smile. "I never wanted this."

"Liar!" Clark's voice boomed in the small space.

"Careful, Clark." Lex said with an angry smirk.

"I didn't end this friendship, Lex. You did. The second you put my family and Lana in danger." Seeing Lex's mouth open, Clark continued quickly, raising a hand, palm facing down, in front of him. "Don't, Lex. Don't deny it. Don't bother. We both know the truth. And don't start about lies or truth. How did you ever expect me to trust you when every single time you were given the opportunity to betray me, you did."

"Betray you!" Lex shot up, ignoring the pain that shot down his body, into his weakened legs. "I NEVER betrayed you, Clark! I would have protected you, damn it!"

Clark shook his head, "You had a funny way of showing it, Lex. Actions speak louder than words."

"Oh, come ON, Clark," Lex rolled his eyes heavenward. "Spare me the 'Jonathan Kent Platitude of the Day'."

Clark sprung forward, grasping the edge of Lex's ruined collar. "Don't. Say. My. Father's. Name. Again." His voice sounded bruised, anguished. His eyes, even in the dimness, were alight with sorrow and fury.

The fury died quickly, leaving only a dull ache in those brilliant eyes, and Lex felt disgusted with himself.

"I didn't mean-" Lex placed shivering hands over the ones that still gripped his shirt. "Clark, damn it, I never meant that. I know what your father meant to you. I didn't-"

Clark's shoulders seemed to sag, relaxing, and Lex squeezed the fingers softly until they gradually released the fragile fabric.

Clark let go, sliding his fingers out of Lex's grip. Nodded, and sat down where he had stood.

Lex lowered himself to the floor, forcing his hands to keep from reaching out to the man. Wanted to touch him, so badly. His fingers could not stay still, flexing in place, until he dug his nails into the soft flesh of his palms.

When the husky voice broke the quiet, Lex's head shot up in surprise.

"Was it all a lie, Lex? Being my friend? Caring about me, and my parents? Did I ever really matter to you? Was it all about trying to find out my secrets, or did you ever actually care about me?"

God. Lex squinted in the dark, his stomach clenching at the thought of the strongest man he knew sitting in the dark, his voice tight with sadness. With hurt.

"Clark, what does it even matter now?"

The dark head snapped up, eyes glowing with a brilliant fiery sheen for a moment. "It matters, Lex. I'd like to know that the most important relationship of my entire life wasn't total bullshit."

"Most important relationship, Clark," Lex whispered. He felt shocky, his mind quaking. Pulled forth all the cold strength he could. Years of Luthor training, to hide the feeling churning through his body. Shoved everything into the nastiest tone he could. Moved to strike with cruel words. "Now, I would have thought that title would have gone to my wife."

Lex winced inwardly, showing nothing as he saw Clark's shoulders twist into himself even more. The man was shivering, keeping that stunning face away from Lex's gaze. Protecting himself as best he could. But, Clark wore his emotions like he wore his colors...bright, and impossible to ignore.

And just as the excruciating pain was obvious in every movement of that perfect body, so was the strength that he saw Clark delve into, straightening his body and meeting Lex's gaze levelly.

"Yes. Your wife." Clark's voice was clear and deep. "Tell me again, Lex, how you never betrayed me."

Lex was shaking, and it had nothing to do with the physical pain from his injuries. "Clark, it had nothing to do with betrayal. Lana chose me. Plain and simple. And, let's be honest about THIS, at least. If you had loved her, the way you've been spouting about for years, you would NEVER have let her go. I would never have been in a position to marry her."

Clark roared into the dark, and grasped Lex's shoulders, yanking him into his face, jarring his sore shoulders. "You're so stupid, Lex! You're so FUCKING stupid!"

Lex snarled, and tried to break free against the unbreakable hold. "Stupid, Clark? I don't think so. You lost Lana. Who's the stupid one?"

"So stupid." He was whispering now, his voice a flighty breath against Lex's face. He smelled like apples and vanilla. "Who do you think I was more upset about losing, Lex? Lana? Or-" He shook his head savagely, ripping his hands away from the bruising grip they had on Lex's body. Staggered away, until he hit the wall, sliding down to the ground. Gripped his hands into thick, black hair. Had to have torn out some of those silky strands in his ferocity.

Lex stood, appalled at the possibility that he could have been wrong. Could have missed-

"Clark?" The name echoed off the walls, hollow and afraid. "Tell me. For once, damn you, tell me the truth."

Clark met his eyes, a single crystal tear sliding down the dirt on his face, leaving a pure, golden trail. "Watching you marry her killed something in me."

"Why? Please, Clark."

Clark's eyes shut, the sparkling wetness hidden behind long, dark lashes. "I wanted the stuff of legends. Whether it ever would have happened...God, Lex, I really wanted it. Just once. Just once, I wanted to feel US. I wanted to try." His voice trailed off, nearly silent. "I didn't know it was really too late. It took me so long to see what I felt for what it was, and then...the chance, any chance...gone...dead."

Lex heard a roaring in his head, felt a searing throb start behind his eyes. His heart was thudding in his chest, impossibly loud. "You're just saying this to try to hurt me. It won't work." The words were closing his throat, closing off his breath. The impossible? Had been within his grasp? NO!

Going on, as though he hadn't heard the words, Clark's voice was so quiet Lex had to strain just to hear. "Every dream I've had for the past five years...God. They would start out, some of them. I'd be with her, and then everything would change. The feelings. The way things would be...how my body would react to a touch, and I would open my eyes. And, it was always you." He looked in Lex's direction, but his eyes were glassy, unseeing. "By the time I realized that the thought of ANYONE marrying you...well, you already hated me."

Clark's eyes focused, and looked into Lex's dripping face.

"Too late. I thought, when you came by the barn...when you said you wanted me to see...see what I'd lost. For a second, I thought maybe you were trying to tell me that...I don't know. Maybe you wanted me to know that you'd meant losing YOU. But, you did it. You married her."

"Damn you." Lex met Clark's shock-filled face with a rage that bled into his voice. "You- you...and you didn't TELL ME? Damn you, Clark Kent. A Luthor ALWAYS gets what they want. ALWAYS! But I thought you didn't WANT me. Didn't WANT ME. So, I suffered through years. God, YEARS...of listening to you PINE after Lana Fucking Lang. And THEN, you just gave up. You GAVE up on ME! I TOLD you. I begged you to NOT GIVE UP ON ME. I fucking begged you, Clark, and you just let it go. I KNOW I'm not blameless in that, but GODDAMNIT, you could have told me! I would have done ANYTHING. ANYTHING."

"You married her." It was a terrified whisper.

"BECAUSE I COULDN'T HAVE YOU!"

Both men were silent, stunned. Staring at one another, quaking with the shock of it all.

The silence went on seemingly forever, until Lex started, jumping in place at the burst of laughter that spilled from Clark's full lips.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?"

Clark wiped his moist eyes, the laughs rippling through his chest. "We're so stupid."

Lex couldn't stop the shudder that rolled down his back as Clark was instantly in front of him, his so-sweet breath ghosting into Lex's watering mouth.

Clark leaned closer, tongue reaching out to lick the dusty scar on Lex's upper lip. "Just once, Lex. Just let me see. Just this once. Just give me this one more thing."

Hands shot up of their own volition, anchoring themselves in inhumanly soft black strands that were curling in the dampness. Grasped and yanked, sealing that ridiculously swollen mouth to his. Lex sucked those lips into his mouth, releasing them only to thrust his tongue into that dark cavern. Tasted the apples and the vanilla, and something else...a spicy sweetness that was dwelling there in the soft smoothness. Sucked on his tongue, nipping the tip with sharp, perfect teeth.

Trailed away, gasping for breath, to bite at that long, smooth neck. Tasted Clark underneath the dirt and sweat, and relished it. Soaked it in.

Screamed in triumph as impossibly strong hands stripped away his tattered shirt with quick, jerking movements. Ripped his own away, and pressed that godly perfect chest to his. Heated skin, sliding against his. Every muscled ridge ripping a choked gasp out of his panting mouth.

Felt, heard the moan that he couldn't stop as Clark Kent mouthed his way down his body. Stopped to grip the top of his pants with his teeth.

And tore them away.

With his fucking teeth.

Could feel nothing except the raging heat of Clark's mouth as it closed over his cock. Pure, perfect heat. Inconceivable heat and tightness. Tongue moving so fast, and sucking so hard it fucking hurt. In the best fucking way.

Lex heard himself screaming Clark's name, hands sliding through that silken mass, determined and rough yanking, pulling.

Couldn't manage more than a choked breath as he felt the searing heat move down his spine, to burst out of him, hot and thick as blood into that sinfully sweet mouth that wouldn't stop drinking him. Devouring him.

Clark stopped. Breathed, and Lex surged up, jumping onto him, thrusting his mouth onto those messy, open lips. Ravaged him. Sucking every drop of himself, and Clark's flavor. Relishing. Surviving on it. Forced him onto his back.

Reached down with trembling hands, made stronger with adrenaline to yank down dusty jeans. Saw the purpled erection, painfully hard...and groaned. Grasped it and pumped, slicking it with the pearly pre-come that was dripping steadily down the thick head. Used both hands, massaging the heavy sac behind it, always coming back to Clark's brilliantly beautiful cock.

Took one hand, shoved sticky fingers into that whistling, hitching mouth and screamed when that searing hot tongue slid over those fingers. Sucking and surrounding with wetness. Yanked them out, reveling in Clark's frustrated movement...trying and failing to recapture those fingers.

"Watch me, Clark."

Watched Clark's face as Clark watched him. Slid his wet hand around to shove two fingers up his own ass, opening himself roughly, quickly.

Hissed as he added another, loving everything. Kept his hand on that glorious cock, pumping more and more of that slick come out. Looked into that amazed face, and knew, even in the darkness, that it was flushed and bright. Moved himself up, and over, and on to that raging, hard part of Clark he'd wanted inside for so very fucking long.

Sat down fast and hard. Felt something tear, and didn't give a shit. Just fell down until he felt Clark beneath him.

"Lex!" Clark's voice was broken, pure and stunning. His hands came out of the dirt, where they'd been curling deep grooves into the stone floor to grasp sharp hips. Dug fresh bruises onto pale skin, and lifted slightly.

Lex moved with the lift, raising himself and then falling back down, setting a slow, brutal pace. Torture. So slow. And so perfect. Better than anything. The room's darkness lifted to amazing, brilliant light in front of Lex's open eyes. Bursts of color beyond anything he'd ever seen, and his head was full of Clark's voice...his breath.

Every movement scraped his prostate, wringing a yell from his now shredded throat. He leaned down, screaming into Clark's mouth, dripping sweat onto his golden face, into his hair. Felt Clark reach over and brush a single finger over his dick and jerked in shock as an orgasm crashed through him again. He spilled onto his chest, and Clark's, and crushed himself down, sealing himself to Clark in the mess, and felt hot tears spill down his face as he felt Clark jerk uncontrollably, burning heat filling him.

"You'll always be mine, Clark." He breathed, refusing to move.

And heard the sob. "I know, Lex."


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~Morgan :-)