Wreckage

by a campbell

Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor

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Thanks to three wonderful betas: Fajrdrako, Oxoniensis, and Earthseed, for their insightful comments and suggestions.

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As Clark stepped into the library through the stairway door, his stomach gave a nasty jolt, and he gasped in spite of himself. The room was a shambles: broken furniture, papers and books were strewn about in wild disarray. And Lex, focused and frantic, wrecking bar in hand, was busily dismantling a priceless painting, ripping it apart even as Clark arrived. The whole vast area was torn apart, and Clark could feel the tension in the air surround him like a vortex.

"Lex, what's going on?" Clark tried to keep the fear from his voice.

Lex said nothing, just laid a finger on his lips with a sly sideways glance. Clark waited, his throat tightening.

"Big Brother is listening." Lex said, turning to face Clark, his voice quiet and clipped. "Or should I say, 'Big Daddy?'" He waved a hand across the crazy jumble of books, papers and broken furniture to indicate a selection of bugging devices laid out on the table. "These are just what I've found so far. State of the art, high-tech surveillance." Lex shoved one of the small devices in front of Clark's startled face and then into his hand. "I'm going to have to bring in a team of experts to sweep the rest of the mansion." Lex's voice cracked as he spoke.

Clark looked around at the confusion, trying to process this information and gauge the depth of Lex's anger. "Are you saying your dad's spying on you?"

Lex just gave him a long stare, and barked out the words in a whisper. "I had the inside track on a multimillion dollar contract. At the last minute, Luthorcorp manages to underbid me. You do the math."

As Lex stalked past him, headed for the upended pool table, Clark knew he could only try but fail to imagine how his friend felt. He couldn't claim much experience with contracts, bids and "inside tracks", himself, much less cutthroat business competition or a father like Lionel. But he knew he had to do his best to help. Lex never failed to come through with assistance whenever he, or anyone in his family, needed it.

"Lex, you've got to calm down."

"Don't tll me to calm down, Clark." And Clark thought worriedly that he'd never seen Lex quite this upset. He was wired so tight -- "How would you feel if someone was listening to every private word you uttered--learning all your secrets?"

As his eyes locked with Lex's, Clark felt blood drain slowly from his face. Lex bent down behind the pool table and began raking through broken glass with a groan of frustration. All your secrets. The phrase echoed in Clark's mind as he turned to scan the room.

"Lex! These devices could be anywhere. They could be in the sofa cushions, the heating vents--"

Lex sighed wearily as Clark spoke, and shook his head. "I already checked."

"What about your stereo?" He couldn't say what he'd seen, but--

They stared at each other for a beat; then Lex strode over to the vertical stereo, which sat on the bookcase blaring raucous alternative music as a soundtrack to destruction. He bent down to study it. Then, he took the wrecking bar he held clutched in his hand and swung, hard. Jagged glass and equipment parts flew everywhere, and Clark's eyes grew dark with alarm.

This must be really serious. For Lex to destroy his stereo--

"Lex!" Clark rushed to his side, the dry taste of fear in his mouth. Lex stood dazed, chest heaving, as Clark grabbed him by the arm. He tried to keep his own voice calm as he spoke.

"Lex, stop. That's enough." Lex made a move as if to shrug him off, but Clark held him firmly, willing Lex to slow his breathing down to coincide with his own.

A few moments passed before Lex had breath enough to speak. "Yeah," he replied, as though disgusted. "I just have to stop him."

Clark looked about, and whistled, low and long. "There's thousands of dollars' worth of damage here, Lex."

Lex responded with a sigh, then tensed again. "Tell me about it . It's just-- " He slammed a hand on the back of the sofa. "Damn it, Clark." Lex clenched his hands into fists as he hissed something under his breath that Clark was unable to catch.

Clark studied his friend with concern, and reached out to grab him by the wrist. Lex looked uncharacteristically fragile, vulnerable, in the midst of the debris, and he trembled in Clark's grasp. "I know, I know," Clark soothed. "It sucks. But, try to get a grip." Gathering Lex into his arms, he smoothed one hand in a caress over Lex's bare scalp. Lex held himself tense, but resisted for only a moment before he relaxed in Clark's embrace. "Try to calm down," Clark murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Lex's brow and savoring the sensation of the tension draining from Lex's tight-wound muscles.

"It's okay," Lex insisted with a tired sigh. "I'm in control." He tried to ease himself out of Clark's arms, but was held fast.

"No, you're not. Just take some more deep breaths." Clark made a soft, soothing noise before releasing his grip, and Lex made a visible effort to get hold of himself as directed. He held Clark's eyes with his own as his breathing gradually slowed. Reaching out a slim hand to touch Clark briefly on the cheek, he smiled faintly before speaking.

"So, what brings you here today, Clark? In the mood for some mayhem and destruction?" Though Lex was trying to keep his tone light, Clark observed that awareness of the magnitude of the destruction was dawning on his friend. Lex sighed heavily, a bleak desolation settling over him like a blanket.

Clark smiled wistfully. "You don't have to be cheerful for me, Lex," he said, "I just stopped by to see you. I didn't know all this was going down."

Lex shrugged. "You wouldn't have, would you? I just found out, myself."

"It looks like you've got your hands full. How about I help you clean all this up?"

"Nah. Not now. I'm just going to let things settle for a bit. Clean up later." He tried to smile again, but his eyes were tired. "Everything okay with you?"

Clark shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." He sighed, still scanning the room.

The corners of Lex's mouth twitched, and he moved to put a hand on Clark's jacket-clad arm. "Is there a pout in there, somewhere? It's all right, Clark. Come on. Spill." He stroked the arm and raised his eyebrows as Clark's gaze met his.

"Lex, it's not about me, right now. You've got more important things to think about."

"Can it, Clark. Nothing's more important to me than you." He moved in closer, entwining his fingers with Clark's on a downstroke.

Clark's eyes darkened, and he blushed, hesitating for a moment. "Well, I just wanted to see you. Thought we could spend some time. I haven't really seen you all week, and I've been thinking about you all day."

A glint came briefly into Lex's gaze before he bent his head and tried to stifle a rueful chuckle. "Well," he considered, "My day may be about to get better, then. I don't know, though," He surveyed the room again. "We'd probably better lay low for a while. Do the visits at your place when we can. My dad's got the whole damned house bugged! Who knows what he's heard? Business, and--other things?" Lex lowered his voice even further. "He's probably got my bedroom staked out, too." There was an uneasy exchange of expressions.

"Who cares?" said Clark slowly. He cast an almost defiant glance at Lex. "I'm not ashamed of anything."

Lex watched him for a moment. So young, so resolute, he thought, and grinned just a little. "I'm not ashamed, either, Clark, but it still doesn't make me feel very good. And I really don't care, either." Their eyes met, and Clark felt a warm glow as he realized Lex was fibbing for his sake. "But it's still inhibiting, knowing someone might be listening. Especially my father." He spat out the word as though it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Clark nodded, with a heavy sigh.

"It's in our best interests to keep our relationship under wraps. We don't know what Lionel might do with the information, so...." Lex let one hand wander down Clark's arm. Clark covered Lex's hand with one of his own, and, gazing at the floor, hesitated before he began to speak.

"Yeah," said Clark. "But I was sort of hoping. Really." He moved Lex's hand down and pressed it to his crotch. "I need you," he said, bending to nip at an earlobe.

"I see that," Lex responded with a low chuckle. "but, we can't, Clark. Not now."

Clark leveled his gaze and hit Lex full on with his best puppy eyes. Lex suspended a sigh for one brief moment before dropping his gaze, defeated almost at once.

"Look at me that way, and there's no way I can say no, Clark," he said, drawing closer and fingering the collar of Clark's shirt, "and you know it. You can see right through me."

The slow, warm smile Clark gave him was worth almost everything that had happened that day.

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"Wait," Clark considered, bending to press a quick kiss to Lex's brow. "You're right about this place. Maybe there's somewhere else we could go? Come to my house? Oops--no. My dad's there. A motel?"

"No," said Lex. "I don't want to leave till I've disabled all the devices."

Clark seemed almost relieved. "I hate doing that, anyway. Feels so cheap. Sure your room isn't the best place?" He pulled Lex in closer to him.

"No. I'm sure my father really laid on the surveillance heavy in there. Don't ask, Clark. He knows." Though he savored the sensation of Clark's hands roaming over his body, Lex bit his lip, and a bitter expression crossed his face. "We'll have to stay here."

Clark's eyebrows shot up. "But, you said--"

Lex considered, a cool light coming into his gaze. "If we're quiet, that is. Very quiet." He whispered the last into Clark's ear, which elicited a shiver when followed by his tongue.

"Okay," said Clark, as a delicious tremor went scurrying down his spine. His eyes sparkled at the challenge.

Lex drew back with some reluctance. "But, I don't know. It might not work. You usually make a lot of noise, Clark. You're aware of that, aren't you?" His sigh of mild exasperation combined with an indulgent smile to indicate that he considered Clark little more than an ill-behaved child.

Clark looked shamefaced. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled.

"All told, you're a first-class babbler. I don't think you can do it. We'd better wait."

"I can be quiet. I can." Clark insisted, sounding hurt, "I promise. Just, please, Lex. Try me. I can have good self-control when it's really necessary."

"I'm not convinced," Lex said, shaking his head. "You'll have to prove it."

"Okay, Lex," Clark nodded. He'd agree to anything, right about now, just to get his mouth on Lex's, and Lex's mouth on him, anywhere.

"No whimpers, no sexy groans." Lex laid a slim finger on Clark's lips. "Remember, walls have ears."

"Okay," Clark repeated, almost as though the word were a mantra. He licked his lips, raised his eyebrows, and waited.

Lex broke into a low chuckle. "Clark, you're too much." He moved in and slipped out his tongue to lick Clark's left earlobe. Clark grasped his arm a bit harder than he'd intended, and Lex pulled back.

"Lex," said Clark in a low, agitated voice, not relaxing his grip. "Don't tease. I'm so hard now that it hurts. Feel!" and Clark took Lex's warm hand and pressed again it to the front of his jeans. "Seems I can't even be around you without--"

"Clark, now, shhh," Lex warned. "Lionel really doesn't need to know about this."

"He won't," Clark groaned, shifting from one foot to another, followed by a light stomp of frustration.

Lex's gaze darkened as he cast a glance around the wreckage-strewn room. "Help me forget all this, Clark," he begged, his tone nearly a whisper. And he moved in closer for a kiss without further delay.

Clark leaned back against the wall with a small thud and sigh, giving himself over to the sensations he'd been craving all day. Lex stroked the front of his pants roughly and Clark arched up to meet his caress. Lex ground his body up against Clark's, angling it just right to maximize the friction, punctuating his caresses with nips and licks to Clark's neck and throat as his palms moved up and down Clark's body. Clark himself was tuning out everything else by now, everything except Lex's mouth and flexible hands.

"Lex..." Clark moaned, putting one hand over Lex's to help massage his length through the denim.

"Shhh," said Lex, sliding a palm over Clark's mouth as he kept stroking with the other. "You have to be quiet, Clark. Now, I mean it. If you have to moan, do it quietly."

"I'll stop," Clark mumbled. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to bruise, and his feet slid on the floor, colliding with a cushion and a shredded painting.

"Careful," hissed Lex. With one hand, he helped Clark steady himself, then slid to his knees without making a sound, bestowing a lick and a nuzzle through the denim, a promise of more to come. Clark exhaled a long, shuddering breath.

"Unzip me," Clark begged, "Please, Lex. Or let me do it." Clark tried to maneuver his hand around Lex's moist mouth to reach the zipper, catching a breath as Lex lipped his fingers.

"Lionel will love that one," Lex observed, trying to smother a chuckle. Shh," he cautioned, batting Clark's hand lightly away. "Patience, Clark. Patience--and quiet. If you can be quiet, I'll make this really good for you." Clark's fingers curled into a fist, and he sighed in frustration.

"Just touch me, Lex," he begged, dropping his tone from a keening to a whisper as Lex frowned at him.

Lex stroked a couple of more times before easing the zipper down gently. Clark threw back his head, bitten lips turning rosy, eyes squinted shut. Lex probed with supple fingers through the slit in Clark's boxers, circling his cock with a grip of velvet.

"Hush, Clark," Lex admonished, his tone silken, and Clark nodded, eyes still clenched tight. Lex drew Clark's cock from the confines of the boxers and opened his lips. He touched the tip, tonguing and teasing the foreskin, pushing it back, and Clark responded with a shuddering groan. Lex nuzzled into the nest of hair at the base, savoring the warmth and heat.

Clark bucked and moaned, and Lex pulled back, looking at him askance. "Clark," he scolded under his breath, "come on. If you can't keep it down," and he chuckled at the contradiction, "I'll have to stop."

"No, Lex," Clark panted, in a kind of terror, "I'll be quiet. Please don't stop. Please."

"See that you are," said Lex. "And, shhh." He trailed his lips across the head and then down the shaft again, feather-light, tracing the vein with the flat of his tongue, which came to rest at last in the sac at the base. He took one testicle, then the other, lightly into his mouth, rolling them between tongue and teeth.

Clark chanted something inaudible in breathy whispers, and Lex felt his heart twist in unexpected sympathy as Clark made a valiant effort to stifle yet another groan. All right, Lex thought. This boy has suffered long enough. He licked one more wet stripe up the length of Clark's cock and then swallowed him completely.

Clark pressed a fist to his mouth to muffle any further sound. Fortunately, Lex was far too experienced to gag as Clark thrust hard into his mouth. He applied his suction skills without holding back until Clark gasped in ecstasy, but made no other sound as he came with a great shudder.

That didn't take long, Lex thought, pleased with himself. Eyes closed, he pulled off and swallowed, burying his face in the damp, curling down on Clark's stomach and holding him closely, sensing his pleasure. Clark smiled drowsily and raised one hand to caress Lex's cheek.

"Lex," Clark murmured, when his breathing had returned to normal and he could speak again. He sighed deeply, satisfaction coursing like mercury through his veins, and was waiting to brush light lips against Lex's smooth brow when he got to his feet. Clark let his eyes drop closed, and smiled as he folded Lex to his chest.

"Your turn," he declared in a barely audible voice. Without warning, he tumbled them both to the couch, kicking off torn books and other debris, heedless of where it fell.

Lex's began breathing harder as Clark began to plaster his face and neck with openmouthed, ravenous kisses. Clark tugged at the collar of Lex's shirt to expose part of his chest, then began lapping the smooth skin, making low, sucking noises as Lex exhaled.

"Too loud, Lex?" Pausing, Clark chuckled.

Lex just muttered a curse that was barely audible, even to Clark.

Eyes closed, Clark beamed. He loved being able to reduce his cool, confident friend to a trembling, wanting bundle of nerves and senses. He pinned Lex down with his arms and legs and kissed him harder, turning his body so his thigh and knee could rub the erection that strained against the front of Lex's slacks.

Lex let his eyelids drop halfway shut. A small, secret smile graced his lips as gripped Clark's raven hair in his fist.

"Lex," Clark tried to make his low voice sound stern, "now, remember, keep it quiet." He reached between them to caress the bulge with the heel of his hand before fingering the zipper.

"Yeah," Lex murmured. "Do it, Clark. Now."

"Shh," said Clark. He wriggled down so his mouth was level with Lex's crotch as he slid the zipper down. He licked his lips and frowned with concentration as he spread the fly open. He nosed and nibbled at the cock trapped beneath silk boxers, tonguing and tasting the moisture seeping through the fabric.

"Clark," Lex moaned, his fingers clutching and unclutching in Clark's hair.

Clark let his tongue slide through the slit in the boxers, widening it enough to let Lex's cock spring free. He met it with his mouth. "Okay, Lex," he whispered. He licked slowly, deliberately up the shaft and then aiming a light breath, followed by his tongue, at the top. As he worried the tip with moist, feathery touches, Lex caught his breath and bucked upward.

Clark could string it out as long and teasingly as Lex could, when he put his mind to it. And, now that his own urgent need had been quelled, he had the time. "Hold on, Lex," he admonished. "No big hurry." He gave the palm of his hand a slow swipe with the flat of his tongue, and wrapped it around the base.

Lex bit off another muffled curse, and Clark alternated sucking and stroking for a few moments, his free hand moving up and down Lex's sides and under his open shirt in a slow sort of tickle. As Clark reached up to tweak a nipple, Lex twitched and trembled, but succeeded in keeping quiet as Clark fondled him, pulling off of his cock to glide down to lap at the smooth-skinned testicles at the base.

Removing his hand, Clark plunged his mouth down all the way, taking Lex deep, flexing his throat muscles and bracing himself with both hands on either side of Lex as he sucked.

The telltale tightening of his balls warned Lex that his climax was close. He fought the momentary urge to push Clark away as he began to tremble.

"Oh, fuck, Clark," Lex shouted. "Damn it!" He arched off the sofa and buried himself so deep in Clark's throat that it was no effort at all for Clark to swallow when he came, hard.

Clark had frozen in place almost when Lex had, and didn't move when Lex cried out. In the aftermath of his climax, Lex released his tight grip on Clark's hair, and his ragged breathing gradually slowed. After a few moments, Clark pulled off, then sat up, flushed, and ran a palm through his disheveled curls, his eyes plate-sized and affronted. He swiped a hand over his wet mouth and cheek. "Lex, what the hell was that all about?"

"What?" said Lex innocently, blandly. Zipping up, he stretched sleekly, like a satisfied cat, regarding Clark's flushed, annoyed face with lazy affection.

"We were supposed to be quiet!" Clark complained, agitation obviously fighting with amusement. "Geez."

Lex stretched languidly. "Well, so, Lionel got an earful, that time. Too bad." The grin on Lex's face was one of extreme satisfaction as sat up, too, then dropped an arm around Clark's broad shoulder and leaned in for another kiss.

Clark seemed to have forgotten his anger as he returned the kiss. "I love you, Lex."

"Yeah. Me too." Lex murmured. He rested his forehead against Clark's for a moment, then looked searchingly into his eyes. "Pardon the clich, but, a penny for your thoughts?" he murmured, chucking Clark lightly under the chin.

Clark blushed, hesitating, then murmuring, "You know, Lex, it was kind of hot, having to be quiet that way. We'll have to try it again, sometime."

"You liked it?" Lex prompted.

"Understatement, Lex," Clark laughed, and Lex snickered. "It was great. Even if you broke the rules." Giving Lex a playful smack on the arm, Clark

Lex was unruffled, and let his eyes sink closed once again. "So? Nice to know I can still satisfy you, even when I'm upset. That I haven't lost my knack."

"Oh, yeah. You sure can. I'm satisfied, Lex. Big time. But, I'm already getting hard again. So...I might need more convincing." The brief flash of alarm that passed across Lex's face made Clark chuckle. "I'm kidding, Lex. Even I need a rest, sometimes."

Lex gave the closest thing he could manage to a silly grin. Then, he sobered, pulling himself up to a sitting position.

"Clark," he began, "Thanks for staying with me this afternoon. I have a better perspective, now. I'll find a way to deal with Lionel soon. I'll match him, I swear it."

Clark sat up, too. "Feel better now, too?" he asked Lex hopefully.

"Yeah, Clark. I feel better, now. And, know something? I don't care if Lionel heard it all. To hell with him."

Clark frowned, his face shadowed and angry again. "Damn, Lex. Your father is something else. Talk about dirty. How would he like it if you did something like this to him?"

Lex sharply turned to look at him, and looked away, a shadow in his gaze warring with the gleam of an idea.

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