Offering

"I want you to get a divorce...leave Lana."

The chuckle was low, and dark. "And just what exactly, Clark, gives you reason to believe I would even conceive of doing that?"

"Because I am willing to finally give you what you want." Clark stepped closer, mere inches away from Lex. He met Lex's eyes, taking in the amused smirk and the dilated pupils.

"Oh, Clark," Lex murmured, stepping to the side and walking slowly around Clark until he'd completed a full circle. "What makes you think you have anything I would want?"

Clark sucked in a harsh breath and squared his shoulders. "My secrets-"

"Why would you think I can't find those out on my own? That I haven't, already?"

Clark chuckled softly. "You haven't. You can't truly imagine the depth of them all."

Snarling, Lex moved in, tilting his head to the side and raising his eyelids slowly, a mockery. "I still haven't heard anything to make me want to....leave my darling wife, Clark."

And then stepped back, in shock, as Clark's eyes shifted, changed. He couldn't read what was in them, only knew that it was pure and undiluted. Hunger and fear and passion. Totally focused. He found himself unable to look away, and was drawn only to Clark's mouth as he spoke again.

"I'll give you more than my secrets, Lex. I'll give you me."

Lex forced a dry smile onto his mouth, felt as though his face might crack. Swallowed to wet his mouth, and summoned his voice. "Now, what do you mean by that, Clark?"

And very nearly fell as he watched Clark Kent drop to his knees in front of him.

"I'm offering you me, on my knees, pledging myself to you. My loyalty, my secrets, my everything. I'll give myself to you, Lex. Mind and body. Take what you will."

"Maybe I have everything that I need." Lex congratulated himself for hiding the trembling in his voice.

Clark's head raised up, those clear, crystal eyes ricocheting off of his soul. And a honest, sweetly simple smile lit up his face as he laughed. "Please, Lex. Don't even try to pretend. We both know that THIS is exactly what you want. This is what you have ALWAYS wanted. Needed. And we both know that you're way too smart to walk away from this...from me." He stood slowly, ran a finger down the side of Lex's shivering face. "Lie to Lana, lie to your father, lie to the whole goddamned world, Lex. But, don't bother trying to lie to me. Because I know exactly what you want. And, I'm handing it to you. Just reach out and take it. Take me. I'm yours."

Lex's hand reached out of it's own volition. "It's too late, Clark. For any of this. I don't know what you're-"

"It's not too late. It's not. You have a choice here, Lex." Clark reached hands up to his neckline, started to snap buttons off of flannel. One by one. "You can stay with her...torture her, and yourself, and me...get your revenge, however you see it. Or, you can let it go, and get everything you have ever wanted from me. Everything. Anything. It's all yours for the taking. I WANT to give this to you. Are you really just going to let me slip through your fingers?"

The last button plinked off, and the shirt fell open. Clark shrugged it off of his shoulders and let it fall down his arms. Let it drop onto the floor with a low, nearly silent swish. He watched Lex wet his lips...smoky blue eyes following his hands across his stomach. Watched his hands stop at his waist, one hand on either side of his zipper.

Ripped it open.

Worn, too-big denim slipped down his hips to pool at his feet. He was bare beneath them, and exposed for Lex's gaze. Crouched down, and tore the tattered jeans away from his ankles. Stepped out of battered boots and socks.

Clark turned around, cocking his chin up over his shoulder to meet stunned eyes. "You won't let me slip away, will you, Lex?" The words were soft in the silence, and Lex moved back a step.

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to, Lex. All you have to do is take."

Absolute quiet. He watched Lex turn around, walk towards the door. Opened it, and spoke in a hushed whisper to one of his guards. No human could hear it from Clark's distance.

Clark smiled, and waited. Hummed when the door shut and the steps moved back towards him. Moaned when a set of sharp, manicured nails dug into his ass.

"Maybe I'll just take this, and then kick your lying ass out, Clark." Sunk his teeth into Clark's yielding throat. Felt the chuckle that erupted from it, and bit harder. "You think I'm not capable? Think you're that irresistible? You flatter yourself, kiddo."

"Super hearing, Lex."

Lex's head shot up.

"I heard you telling your guard to get Lana's shit out and to take it to a hotel." Clark dropped down, once again, this time on his hands and knees. Beamed, and cocked his eyebrow, looking back into Lex's amazed face. "There's more. Lots more, Lex. Take it all."

Clark's face turned back down, eyelids fluttering shut when he heard Lex start pulling the silk shirt from his body. Slide the zipper down his pants and wrestle with the hook. Heard the slither of rich fabric as it slid down silky smooth legs. The sounds of his feet as he stepped out of loafers and pants, kicked them away. The beating of his heart as he knelt down behind him.

Lex lowered his mouth to the top of Clark's spine. Slid down his back, nipping at every knob.

Down, down more and more across that expanse of unnaturally warm, golden skin. Softer than should be possible, and every inch tasted like ambrosia. Hands drifted around that waist to finger muscles on his stomach and then up. Couldn't help but slide up that chest, and over, smoothing down across wide shoulders. Everything hard and smooth and so hot. He licked a stripe across his back and saw it steam, and moaned, loud and thick in his throat.

Drew his tongue down with questing fingertips, down that amazing, perfect ass. Dipped inside with a tip and licked a stripe around the edge, and relished in the raw scream that tore out of that lush mouth.

"Mine," he rasped, before lowering his head to swipe at the heavy sac that lay, swollen and tight. Sucked hard, and then harder at the anguished sounds coming from Clark's lips.

"Yours, Lex. Always yours."

Lex surged up, grasping shoulders and turning that perfect body over, ignoring limbs that banged loudly on the hard floor. Climbed onto Clark's hips and rubbed, cock dripping onto his belly, watching those eyes...open and tinged with a fiery glint. Cocked an eyebrow, and ignored the drop of sweat the trailed down his cheek.

"Heat vision." Clark muttered, lips quirking up in a grin. "Are you ever going to kiss me, Lex?"

"Why should I?" God, he fucking wanted that mouth. Had to taste. Possess. Own Clark Kent. Fucking own him.

Clark's tongue peeked out, laving his bottom lip, following it inside that mouth with a loud suck. "Part of the package, Lex. Take it or don't, it's still yours."

Attacked that wicked, sweet, pretty mouth. Bit it and sucked it, and swallowed huge gulps of air in it. Heard loud guttural groans, and realized it was him. Couldn't stop. Didn't want to. Leaned into that skin and felt absurdly heated skin seal against his own. Warmth spread through his body like lava, filling up every corner. Lifted his mouth for a screaming breath, filling his lungs before diving onto that neck. Biting hard, down to dark nipples, firm and perfect and sweet. Everything so damned sweet. Addictive. Found himself unable to stop from going lower, tasting every sweet inch. .

And, sweet merciful Gods, Clark had the inches in abundance.

Lex opened his mouth, puffs of air panting out, humid and silky hot. Closed over the tip of Clark's cock and sucked, hard. Felt a gush of salty-bittersweet fluid wash through his mouth, painting his tongue, and moaned. Magnificent, sun-washed skin was quivering beneath his hands, his mouth, and he feasted on it.

Scowled, furious, when desperate hands grasped his shoulders and lifted.

"This is supposed to be for you. All for you." That husky voice sounded scared for the first time since Clark had entered his home.

Lex answered with a vicious smile. "Then lay the fuck back, and give me what I need, Clark." He slammed a hand down on Clark's chest, and felt Clark allow himself to be thrown back. Smirked, pleased as hell, and took a hold of Clark. Twitching, dripping, pulse throbbing beneath the skin. Threw himself into tasting, unconcerned with teeth or talent, only possession and need. Swallowed around the sizeable girth, and felt Clark jerk in the back of his throat.

Felt something so close to relief buck up inside of him, and jerked back.

"Lex-"

"Shut up." But this was whispered softly, almost kindly. Almost. Smooth, elegant hands grasped Clark's throbbing, dripping erection. Began jerking, rough and fast. "Why now?"

Clark was gasping, his body undulating beneath his as he lined himself up at that small, tight hole. That unnaturally perfect body arched up, tensing, as thick ribbons of fluid streamed from his cock. Lex could swear he heard a momentary sizzling as it landed on superheated flesh. Scraped up as much as he could and coated his pulsing dick with it. Pushed in, and God...the fucking heat of him. Never anything so hot and tight, and he kept going...so very, very slow.

Dark curls were clenched in tight fists as Clark reached up, large hands thrusting into the thick waves. His head was pounding against the floor, twisting back and forth. A low, animalistic growl pouring from his mouth.

So slow, and only halfway in, and Lex was sobbing. Nothing like this, not ever. Knew there never would be, and he grabbed Clark's arms, stopping the flailing man with a sharp hiss.

"Why now, Clark?" Couldn't control his voice any longer. His voice was ripped, torn to shreds, and he couldn't find the will to care.

"Because, Lex," so quiet, so soft, and Clark's eyes were invading him. "It wasn't a choice anymore. It was only what I knew we needed."

"We?"

"We. I will not be without you."

So clear, and final, and impossible to argue with. Lex surged forward and buried himself in the hottest prison ever. Didn't even want to escape. Didn't want to try.

"You said everything."

"I meant it."

Flaming eyes lit up the ceiling above them, and flames were spreading, searching out places to lick.

"Oh fuck." Lex bucked hard, over and over, feeling the heat surrounding him, beneath him, above him. For a moment, he thought he would die with the uncontrolled perfection of it all. The pain. The absolution.

And reached his hand down, around the full, blood-red cock, jerked slowly, in contrast with his needy thrusts.

Felt a cool wind over his shoulder and looked up to see icy crystals covering where flames once had danced. Looked down, and saw the cool sparkle on well-chewed lips, and licked them away. Bit, and gnawed at them.

Sped up as he felt Clark jerk, rigid and weeping, and brought him over the edge. Just as he spilled into heat so intense, he was sure his come only cooled down that unbreakable ass.

Collapsed onto burning skin, and licked lazy stripes into it. Couldn't even raise his head to mutter, "You don't deserve this, you bastard."

Knew Clark heard the lie, and felt the smirk against his scalp. "I know, Lex." A pause, and then that low, sweet voice. He swore the little shit was laughing. Presumptuous dick. "You want me to float us to bed?" He couldn't stop the wave of pure love, even as it nearly choked him.

Found the strength to raise his head, then. "Do you believe a man could fly, Clark?"

"I believe YOU can, Lex."


~~~~I really hope you enjoyed this one. :-) I had fun writing it. Please, let me know what you thought. Thanks! ~Morgan