Game. Test. Whatever.

He closed the door, hand keeping the handle twisted until it slid silently shut. Nimble fingers twisted the lock, feeling it click into place. The carpet was thick around the bed, lush and dark, and his feet padded noiselessly across it. As he approached the tall poster bed, he parted gauzy, black curtains that surrounded a sleeping form.

The body was spread out across the bed, arms crossed above his head. Dark, silky curls brushed against the smooth skin of his arms. As he shifted in deep slumber, the shining strands danced over surprisingly sensitive skin...drawing shivers out from a stunningly beautiful body.

He watched, enchanted, as the young man rolled onto his side, an arm falling down to rest across his side. The movement bunched his soft, cotton shirt, tightening it across his torso. The man watching couldn't stop the impulse, and he reached out a hand towards a small line of skin exposed across his back. A finger touched down, smoothed it's way across that tiny expanse of flesh. The sigh that escaped his lips was nearly silent, and yet he felt the sharp intake of breath that expanded the man's torso.

"Bruce?"

That soft, sweet call sliced into him. He stepped back, into the shadows, and swiftly slid into the closet. His shoulders pressed back against fabric that smelled like the skin he'd just had beneath his hand. He moved himself, brushing his face into the different textures of the hanging clothes. The scent was overwhelming him, threatening to bring him to his knees, and he reached up a hand to grab a familiar, soft sleeve. Worn and thin with age, he knew without seeing...even in the darkness, it could only be a blue, flannel shirt. He ran the cuff over his lips, letting his tongue dart out to wet a spot until it clung to his fingers.

He heard the rustling on the bed, and felt himself still, uncertainty an unfamiliar emotion that was simmering in his blood. Unable to let go of the shirt, he pulled it down with him as he slid to the floor. His legs pushed against the floor, pressing him back against the wall.

A knock at the door jarred both men in the room, and as Clark Kent stood up from the mussed bed to go to the door, Lex Luthor trembled beneath an old, flannel shirt.

Clark's hand went to the handle, stilling for a moment when the lock refused to let the door open. An odd huff of air from his lips rattled the door in it's frame before he released the lock and pulled the door open, jerking it a little harder than necessary.

"Hello, Clark." A deep, teasing voice drew closer as it's host stepped into the room. "Trying to keep me out?"

Lex felt a flash of something like pain at the knowing chuckle that emanated from Bruce Wayne. He had to force down a surge of need and rage when he heard the slide of a hand against skin.

"I never have before, Bruce."

Clark's voice was different. Darker and more sure, and Lex sighed and leaned his head back against the paneled wall. His hands were twisting in the shirt, and he felt certain that any moment it would tear. One hand ghosted down to cup his ready erection through raw silk pants. His cock was throbbing, unadulterated want thrumming underneath his skin. A light touch, and he was dripping, steady and wet against his abdomen.

Silence. The room was full of it. Moments of silence beat at him. Sitting in a closet in the dark, listening to silence that was louder than anything. It screamed in his head, and he had to raise his hands...try to block it, stop it from destroying his mind. Clutched the shirt around his head, tried to block out the violent quiet that was relentlessly ripping him to pieces.

Then, even beneath the safe comfort of the flannel, he heard the shifting, the moist touching, and he felt frustrated tears slide down his pale face like blood.

"Clark." That fucking voice. Throaty with need, and so heavy. "When are you going to let me take you?"

"You can't take what doesn't belong to you, Bruce."

Clark's voice was raw and sore. Lex could feel it, the anguish and tension, and he closed his eyes in the dark.

The kiss was noisy and wet, and Clark was moaning in the heat of it. Bodies jerking roughly against each other filled the air with sounds and scent. Cloth gripping as it was pulled against skin and nails. Arousal, sharp and musky-warm and spicy-sweet, in the breaths he inhaled.

Lex heard Clark's breathing shorten, every sharp jerk drawing a high-pitched yelp from his mouth. He could almost see large, strong hands curled in tight fists against a wide, silk covered chest.

Bruce was gasping, panting hard, and as Lex drew closer to the door, and looked out the crack above the brass joint, anchored in the frame, he saw strong hands clenched in that mass of inky black hair. Pulling, and so rough, and had Clark been anyone else, it would have hurt badly.

He could not hold in the sobbing breath as he saw Clark's perfect face fall back, lush lips open wide in a broken scream.

A sharp eye turned towards the partially shut door, and the Wayne heir smirked...fucking smirked, as he latched his mouth onto the long neck. Sipped at it like it was an offering, and Lex glared at the satisfied face of the bastard as he came breathlessly, he mouth latched onto the downy, smooth skin.

Sly, pleased blue eyes never left the closet door as Bruce slid a series of wet kisses up Clark's throat, pulling his mouth towards him by his hair. He dove in, his eyes finally closing, as he tore into Clark's pleading mouth. Moved back, sucking a swollen lower lip into his mouth and teasing it between his teeth.

Lex hissed, and ripped himself away from the sight of the two men, easing back into his 'spot' against the wall. He heard low murmurs, and a soft laugh before a zipper buzzed into the room, quiet and steady. He felt himself twitch in an almost pain, and he moved fast, against his hand. Raised it up to lick a heated stripe down the center of his palm before shoving his hand down into ruined pants.

Skin against skin, and he heard a choked moan rumble deep from Clark's throat. Heard Clark's answering whimper, and stroked himself roughly. Felt a long, hot gush slide over the edge of his finger to drip down the back of his hand.

"Your skin, Clark, my god. Softer than anything anyone could ever imagine." An eternal pause, a shift, and a loud slurp of a finger sliding into a smug mouth. "And the way you taste. Nothing compares. You shouldn't waste it on him."

Lex heard Clark's angry cry, and then the thud of something solid being hit.

"What are you doing, Bruce?"

Bruce laughed, low and deep, "Clark, I'm not going to let him keep getting away with this. If he wants to torture himself, I am more that willing to crank up the pain a notch or two."

"You don't understand." Soft, pleading voice. Such a sweet, beautiful voice.

"I don't care, Clark. I don't want to understand." Bruce sighed, then, thick and impatient, and Lex heard the sounds of a hand sliding angrily through hair. He hated the man, now, even more.

"He needs-"

"I don't CARE what he needs, goddamnit!" Bruce was roaring. Lex heard the heavy feet thud against the padded floor, and he startled, surprised, when a furious fist slammed against the door, sealing it shut against the thin light from the bedroom.

"Fine." Clark's voice was low, husky. "What about what I need?"

Lex stood up, pressed his face to the cool wood of the door, his breathing quickening when he heard hushed steps come closer. Felt the door opening, and stood back enough to stare straight into shining, aroused green eyes.

Clark held up his arms, waiting, and smiled as Lex stepped forward, gripping the bottom of his shirt...lifting it, just as another set of hands reached around his waist to work denim past lean hips. Clark braced his feet apart and stood, gloriously naked, waiting. He held an arm up, out, towards Lex and turned his hand over, palms up to Lex.

"C'mon. I need you. The time for watching has passed, Lex." Clark murmured with a grin.

Grasping a petal soft hand, Lex stepped into Clark's body, smirking when Clark leaned down to hover his mouth a mere inch above Lex's scarred lips.

"I could never get enough of watching you, Clark." He hummed, as Clark sighed into his mouth, tongue slipping out for Lex to suck. Lex shuddered as he felt determined hands slide in between he and Clark's legs, hands massaging thighs with a firm touch. He screamed into Clark's mouth when he felt a hand grip his cock, working it fast and rough.

When he felt Clark's equally large, amazingly silky hand entwine with Bruce's around him, slowing the pace and sliding a firm thumb over the tip, he dropped his head back. His neck jerked as plush lips settled over the tendons, nipping and sucking until his head rolled on his neck to finally rest, forehead sweaty slick in the curve of Clark's neck.

He bit down as he came, screaming Clark's name with something beyond worship.

Cocking his head to the side, he saw Bruce stand up from where he'd been crouching, his hand and chest covered in Lex's come. Lex smiled, wide and sharp, at the curious glint in clever, bright blue eyes.

And then, he saw. Clark scented him, and turned, lids dropping as he ran a hand through the still warm jets of fluid covering Bruce. He leaned closer, tongue wide and ready, licking every spot...every drop. He tongue slid up and over, glancing over a peaked nipple on a heavily battle-scarred chest, and Clark cleaned every ridge and valley. He moved back, calm in Lex's seeking embrace as he lifted Bruce's hand and sucked three fingers into his mouth. Green eyes disappeared behind heavy lids, as Clark groaned around the messy hand. His tongue dipped between fingers, chasing Lex on Bruce's skin.

Lex ran a finger down the side of Clark's thigh, watching the eager cock jerk against an amazing stomach, leaving a sticky thread of pre-come to glisten between Clark's abs and his bobbing cock. Lex grasped Clark's waist, and let himself fall smoothly to his knees. He grasped the head of the darkened cock in his hand, lifting it. Painted a thick stripe from his sac to the tip with a wet tongue.

Sucked the end into his mouth and pulled hard, twice, swallowing the small flood that arched across his taste buds.

"Turn around." His voice was harsh, wounded, and he kept his hands on Clark as the man turned inside his touch, presenting a firm, rounded ass to Lex's mouth.

Gray-blue eyes flashed, lightning in the storm, at Bruce. "Get him down. I want to eat him."

Bruce smirked, and took Clark's tears-wet face in his hands, moving scratching fingers around to the back of his head...his shoulders, pressing him down so he was bent over, his mouth level with Bruce's freshly risen erection.

When he heard the loud, obscene slurp and Bruce's uncontrolled grunt, he pressed both hands on the insides of the beautifully tanned cheeks. Spread them apart, and licked along the darkened line there. Heard the wet gasp, and grinned. Concentrated on the small, dark center and dived in. Tongue sliding around and in, pushing in hard and harder. Slurping and sucking and nibbling. Tasting. Eating the writhing, sopping center of Clark.

He felt Clark's body moving with the motion of his mouth on Bruce's cock, and pushed lightly, encouraging him to go faster as he shoved his spit-slick middle finger into Clark's ass. Slid in on Clark's shocky moan. Smiled, when Bruce shook as the moan from Clark's lips rumbling through his cock and up his body.

Lex pressed kisses against Clark's spine, sucking marks that would never show, pressed in two more fingers, and watched, as Bruce's eyes flew wide, and he shook, silent and trembling. Listened, as Clark swallowed around the surge of come that filled his throat.

Bruce stumbled, strong legs made weak, and fell to shaky knees, and then to his ass. Clark braced his hands against Bruce's shoulders, leaning in to kiss him as Lex lined his cock up against the wet, loosened hole. Slid into an indefinably heated grip. Tight, searing heat that constantly massaged...drew him in, and he moved back a mere inch before slamming inside again.

Clark reared back, his head thrown against Lex's shoulder, his hands behind his head, touching and stroking against Lex's face...his scalp.

Bruce lay back on the floor, his hands moving up to slide across Clark's clenching thighs. His eyes were intense and non-wavering. His hands ghosting across skin, never touching where it was most wanted. Teasing.

Lex slammed into Clark over and over, almost wincing as Clark moved back against him. A slight angle, and Clark was screaming. Wild and crazy screaming, and Clark's fingers were gripping his own hair, clenched in the sweaty mess, and Clark's nails were digging into his scalp, leaving livid red scrapes that healed instantly.

Strong, callused hands gripped Lex's ass and pulled him into Clark, rougher and faster, and he went into the pull. Clark's name a constant on every push, every breath, and finally, he felt Clark tense around him.

Heard him scream HIS name.

He came in waves, punching into Clark's amazing body with every crest, and when it settled, they managed to fall on their sides, hands sweaty and twined. Lex slid their hands across Clark's waist, fingers sliding slippery-wet with Clark's come.

Bruce lay still where he'd fallen. "You're both so beautiful together." A strange smile was playing on his lips.

He felt Clark's smile, and he grinned reflexively. "It's him."

The dark, brooding man nodded. "It is. And, it's you. You, with him." He cocked his head to the side. "I don't really see the need for the little games, but..." He shrugged. Still smiling, small and satisfied.

The both reacted to Clark's soft laugh. "A game...a test, whatever...here's what I don't get. I'm laying here, naked, totally happy, done. I'm with two bazillionaires, and what? There's nothing to eat?"

Bruce's scowl did not enter his eyes, and they met Lex's with a twinkle that surprised Lex. An arched eyebrow and a smirk was his only response.

"Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." Bruce murmured.

Lex nodded his approval. "Yes, we will. We wouldn't want our boy, here, so tired he couldn't manage round 2."

On cue, Clark's tousled head lifted slightly, green eyes open and wide. "Round 2?"

~~~This is my first attempt at writing Bruce, here, so I hope it goes over well. This was fun to write, but I had a little harder time with it. lol. (harder *giggle). Okay, well, please let me know what you thought. Thanks!
~Morgan