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Read Chapter 6 here.
Read the story from the beginning here.
"Leave me alone, damn you."
Lex's voice is high-pitched, almost hysterical, and if Clark were in a normal state of mind, he'd probably try to be consoling him, comforting him, because Lex is very clearly stressed out. Lex thought he wanted Clark out of control, but obviously the reality is a lot more frightening than he expected, and he's in need of comfort and reassurance.
But right now Clark isn't in a kinder, gentler mood. It doesn't matter all that much to him whether Lex is scared and upset or not.
All he really wants out of Lex is a good fuck.
He lowers his head, claiming Lex's mouth with his, kissing him eagerly. Lex's mouth is open, and Clark's tongue sweeps right inside, exploring and tasting. Lex's mouth has a smoky flavor that he likes a lot. The taste reminds him of the way he came inside Lex, the way his heat vision activated at the same time, the way the heat went on and on until he just couldn't stand the pleasure any more.
God, that felt good. He'd so totally love to do that again.
He's very vaguely aware that Lex is trying to push him away, but he doesn't much care. He's suddenly realized he hasn't kissed Lex nearly as much as he wants to. Kissing Lex is exciting and intimate and sweet, all at once, and he wants to do more of it. A hell of a lot more of it.
His tongue strokes Lex's, relentlessly, and slowly Lex loosens up in his arms, the stiffly held angle of his neck and shoulders slowly relaxing into submission and acceptance. Before long he's responding, kissing Clark back.
Clark makes a little sound of satisfaction and hunger and deepens the kiss even further. His bare body presses against Lex's, and he can feel the other man's erection, hot and satin smooth against his thigh.
He bends his knees a little, rubbing his cock against Lex's bare stomach. A little moan of primitive, elemental pleasure escapes him, and Lex pulls back just a bit.
"You want me to fuck you," he whispers. His voice is still hoarse from the smoke, and that gives his words a seductive quality that goes straight to Clark's hard-on.
"Oh, yeah." Right now, Clark can't think of anything he wants more. In the starlit darkness, Lex's skin almost seem to glow, and his body feels incredibly good against Clark's.
He feels like everything Clark has ever wanted, everything he could ever possibly want. It's as if Lex was created to be Clark's personal sex fantasy, to fulfill every dark, carnal desire he's ever had.
He wants Lex inside him. He wants Lex to fill him up. And on some level, he wants to know for sure that Lex really desires him, despite the heat vision, despite his strength, despite all his strangenesses.
Earlier, he was confident Lex loved him. But now he's not so sure. The way Lex reacted to the heat vision incident has left Clark feeling uncertain, despite the artifical confidence the red K gives him. And he doesn't like the feeling of uncertainty. It makes him feel uncomfortable, almost vulnerable.
He wants to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Lex accepts him for what he is.
Lex wiggles a bit, and Clark lets him go. Lex shifts so he's behind him, his lips against Clark's shoulderblade, his cock rubbing against the bare curves of Clark's ass.
"On your knees," he whispers, his voice smoke-roughened velvet, even more seductive than before.
Clark drops to the ground without argument. He'd really rather do this face to face, so he can keep kissing Lex while they make love-- but he can understand why Lex doesn't want to roll around in the grass. Lex isn't exactly what you'd call a nature lover. Under ordinary circumstances, the closest he gets to nature is a daily stroll through his conservatory.
Clark waits for Lex to kneel behind him, but instead he hears the thud of bare feet against the grass, racing at top speed toward the barn.
He sighs. So much for Lex accepting him.
Of course, there's no possible way Lex can get away from him. It's like a two-year-old attempting to run from a tiger-- there can really only be one outcome. But the fact that Lex is headed for the barn, and the kryptonite bracelet-- well, to be perfectly honest, it hurts his feelings a little.
Just because he accidentally torched his bedroom is no reason for Lex to act like he's a crazed serial killer. He's harmless.
Mostly harmless, anyway.
He gets to his feet, and with a single burst of superspeed he's captured Lex. He slams Lex up against one of the few trees in the yard, his back against the rough bark. Lex's biceps are held securely in his hands, his feet held a few inches off the ground.
"Now you're just pissing me off," Clark says mildly.
Lex is actually whimpering with fear. "Leave me alone!" he shouts.
Clark can hear the effort at defiance in his voice, the same I'm-not-scared-of-you-darn-it tone little kids use when they tell off the monsters under their bed, right before they cover their heads and hide under their blankets for the rest of the night.
Grimly, he recognizes that Lex is truly, genuinely afraid of him. Not just when he's on red K, but all the time.
That's why Lex brought the green K bracelet over tonight. Because of who he is and what he can do, Lex will never, ever trust him. Because of his strength and his differences, Lex will always be afraid of him.
And that means Lex doesn't love him. Not really.
Anger surges through him. When he's on red K, his emotions are volatile, shifting and transforming from one moment to the next. A moment ago, he was filled with lust. And now-- well, he's still full of lust, but his anger is warping it, turning it into something dark and ugly and menacing.
Fine. Lex is afraid of him. He can live with that. On some level, he's actually enjoying Lex's fear. He likes the sharp scent of Lex's perspiration, the way Lex can't stop himself from shaking with fear, the way his voice trembles when he talks.
He thinks he might really like hearing Lex plead for mercy.
His hands tighten around Lex's arms like steel bands, until Lex whimpers again, this time in pain. His voice is a thin thread of terror. "Let go of me, damn it. Just let me go."
"No. Not gonna happen, Lex." Clark grins at the other man, showing all his teeth in a taunting, feral snarl. "We're going to fuck... whether you like it or not."
Read Chapter 8 here.