SV fic post: All Yours part4/5

[roxy]

Posting this now because if I don't, I'll pick at it until the end of time.

Title: All Yours
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)

Part 4 of maybe 5, 5 being a very short epilogue type thing. I say that now….


So, here's the thing," Lex said, inspecting a forkful of the salmon frittata that Clark had demanded for breakfast. "I want to buy your contract." He frowned, poked apart the thin slivers of smoked salmon hiding in the egg, crouching behind the slices of asparagus. Really, he'd expected they'd be having…Frosted Flakes or something sugary and bad for you for breakfast…he'd been looking forward to it. He directed his frown at Clark. He kept underestimating the man, and it was not making him happy. He was so wrapped up in his own musing he nearly missed Clark's reaction to what he'd thought was a fairly straight forward question.

More or less.

"What?" Clark spluttered, nearly choking on a piece of that healthy asparagus. "You want to…buy my contract? Lex. I'm not an indentured servant. I'm a *whore*. We don't get contracts. There's no piece of paper--at least not in Gotham, we don't," Clark laughed.

Lex toyed with the cooling mess on his plate, stabbing it thoughtfully with his fork. He'd already eaten more this morning than he ate most days…must be why his stomach was flipping so unpleasantly. Queasiness dropped away when an awful thought wiggled up out the depths of his mind.

"Oh my…is it your family, Clark? Are you afraid for them—"

Because no one that beautiful could be a throw-away, only someone insane would drive away a beauty like Clark. Therefore, he *had* to have been stolen. Maybe his family had been coerced into giving him up, in some terrible way…didn't matter, he'd help Clark, whatever it took….

Clark wiped his mouth, taking a little too long to do so and being suspiciously careful about it. All Lex could see of Clark's face over the napkin were his eyes, crinkled at the corners, and sparkling in a way that made Lex feel that he was being a little silly and possibly overdramatic.

"Really, Lex? You need to stop reading Victorian romances. No one is holding me captive, for God's sake—or threatening my family. I'm indebted to my benefactor—more than that, I'm grateful. He took me off the street and gave me a new beginning, cared for me when no one else did, and listen--the reason why I do what I do, is because I'm damn good at it, all right?"

"Is this shouting at me part of the service? Or do I have to pay extra for abuse?"

Clark took a breath and lowered his voice. "He taught me how to live in this city, to be—what *your* kind of person wants. Without him, I'd be crouched on some horrible fourth-hand Good Will sofa, scarfing down dry Frosted Flakes. Stop trying to save me. I've already been saved."

The blood climbing his cheeks in a flustered blush wasn't a new sensation for Lex—and as usual when he felt he was being attacked, he responded in kind. It was a lack of control that Dad loved to punish him for. Over-emotional. His biggest failing. "I am not being a romantic!" Lex stopped, counted to ten. "I'm—I'm being a business man. What—did you think I wanted to—to keep you for myself? Please." Lex wiped invisible specks of egg from his fingers and that bit of business gave him the time he needed to wrestle his emotions back on track. "Don’t be ridiculous. You’re good at whoring, you bring the word a whole new meaning. But you see, this is Gotham, and while Gotham is fine for what it is, Metropolis is the *real* world. In Metropolis, you can fuck your way up the ladder—not just keep going sideways." He sneered. He was positive it was as effective a sneer as good old Dad's. At least as good as Clark's.

Was that hurt on Clark's face? Indigestion, more likely, Lex thought, and as if reading his mind, Clark laughed. Lex was fascinated, he'd never actually believed that a laugh could be described as dripping with scorn, but lo. It dripped, and was filled with scorn.

"Are you afraid of your pimp?" Simple question--complex reaction, Lex observed.

Clark stopped laughing. His lip pushed out, his eyebrows drew together in a dark line of anger. He began to open his mouth, and Lex waited for more shouting, for leaving…and then Clark smiled. The boy's smile was easy-going, bland. His eyes were blank. Full of nothing. Well, shit. Lex had worked for years to be able to blank out his expression like that. He was envious how good Clark was at it…maybe he could coach Lex. Hell, he'd be willing to pay for that, too.

Clark leaned back on one elbow, drawing circles on his own skin, totally unselfconscious of his nudity. Lex swallowed the hot lump lodged in his throat and pushed the bed-tray away. He wished he was as unaware of Clark's skin as Clark was.

"No, I'm self-employed. I don’t have a pimp. My benefactor is *not* my pimp, he's just a guy who…" Clark shrugged. "That's not what he did—does for me. I meant it when I said he took me off the street. It's just…"Clark smiled like an angel. "I liked it. I like fucking. I like people to want me, to desire me so much they'll hurt themselves for me. And as much as I charge…trust me, it's definitely painful. I wasn't kidding when I said I gave you a discount. A big one." He tilted his head, and Lex could see his eyes sweep over his own body before rising to lock with Lex's. "But I like to think I give as much as I take." And finished his sentence with a mile that was completely the opposite of angelic.

Lex swallowed, and his throat clicked--instantly dry. "Can—who is this amazingly generous benefactor? Tell me about him."

Clark pouted. "But I thought after breakfast we could fuck again. Food makes me horny—oh, all right. But if I have to play Scheherazade, I want extra."

"I take it back; you are a damn good whore."

Lex really had no idea what possessed him to keep taking shots at this man. Anger and hurt whisked across Clark's face so fast that the average person wouldn't have seen it, but Lex knew that cocktail of emotions too well not to catch it. Interesting, seeing proof that he was getting under Clark's skin wasn't as satisfying as he thought it'd be. Clark got up, moved the tray away. He lay back on the bed, stroking Lex's hip. "All right, story. Bruce is an interesting person. Very interesting."

"Not Bruce Wayne?" fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

"Yes. Bruce Wayne." Clark looked at him oddly. "There was some…trouble where I lived…my parents made it clear that I was less than welcome at home, so I took the bus as far as I could afford, and that was Gotham. I'd heard about it. It seemed like the kind of place a person like me…could live. I was here only a very short while, when I discovered something about myself. People want me. They look at my ass, and wonder what it'd be like to fuck me; they look at my mouth and wonder what it'd feel like on them…what my cock would feel like in them. And then I spent some time *wasting* this knowledge. Until Bruce found me."

Lex ground his teeth, fighting a familiar wave of emotion--equally terrified and raging. Part of him was furious that it was Bruce who'd taught Clark, part of him was afraid of his reaction if Bruce found out who his pet was with right now…"Ah! *Ow*!"

Lex glared at Clark, who was licking over a dotted ring of tiny purple bruises on Lex's hip. "You weren't paying attention," Clark said sweetly, and pressed a lingering kiss over the mark.

Lex ignored the soft, warm pressure on his abused skin. "Why did your parents throw you out? What did you do?" he asked and Clark's eyes flared. Lex blinked. They'd literally flared for a moment, or seemed to…he blinked again, and delicately rubbed at an eye. That was…odd. In an evening full of oddness, even.

"I didn't *do* anything," Clark said. "They just couldn't. Couldn't deal with me, what I was."

Lex was nodding. "Oh yeah. Get caught one time with your pants around your knees in the locker room, and it's blah-blah military school, blah-blah homo deprogramming camp in Delaware—"

"Um. For me—it was a slightly different issue, actually."

Lex was uncomfortably aware of Clark's assessing look. He drew his chin up a little. At least, Lex thought, he hadn't been the one *kneeling*—potato, pah-tatoe, but in his dad's world, it counted.

Clark touched Lex's defiant chin with a soft fingertip, slid the finger up to gently stroke over the thin little ridge on Lex's upper lip. His face softened, and Lex could feel his doing the same, all unwilling. "You know…I think I could tell you the reason why. Some day. Anyway, they wanted me out, and I wanted to be out--short story, here I am." The finger trailed around Lex's twitching lip, and landed in the little concave dip at the base of his throat. Lex felt it when he swallowed.

"And Bruce plucked you like a ripe strawberry, took you home to train you to…have sex with him?" It was hard to talk and smile, Lex thought, when all he wanted to do was somehow unclench his teeth, and lock them on Clark's throat.

"No, Lex." Clark took his hand away and stretched out on the bed again. "I don’t have sex with him."

"You—you--why not?" he managed to say.

"Why not…Lex," he laughed, "you have no idea what a simple question that isn't. Why not? I don’t know. I have no idea what goes on in his head. I—" Clark slid off the bed, and Lex tried to grab him, but it was like grabbing air. Clark had his back to him and he was tense, so tense Lex could imagine the air around him crackled—when Clark turned back to him, he was smiling; his eyes were bright, a little too bright.

"Sleeping with Bruce was never an option. I knew that early on. He hired teachers—" Lex jerked, felt his mouth open, and Clark laughed, "—he did, really. People who taught me how to do—everything you can imagine. And a few things you probably can't." His smile was so hot and full of promise… Lex could feel sweat run between his shoulder blades, following the ridge of his spine all the way down….

"He watched, he watched all the time and I could see that it aroused him. But he never. Touched me." Clark looked thoughtful, almost sad. Lex licked dry lips and nodded like he understood but he didn't. Bruce…had touched Lex. He'd touched him all over. Everywhere. Lex had no fucking idea why he hadn't done the same with Clark. No idea how he *couldn't* touch Clark. How…how young had Clark been?


"I've let myself into his room at night, reeking of everything I'd done that evening…telling him all of it, how much I'd made, what I'd done, what the trick'd said…I'd lay right next to him, talking to him while I jerked off, I've climbed right over him, jerked off on him. Do you know what it's like to want somebody so much that—that it makes you crazy? I'm not talking about love; I'm talking about wanting it so much it makes you sick."

Bruce's ice blue eyes, black and dazed with emotion, pushed to the limit--past the limit--Lex tried to speak, but the words clogged his throat. He stared at Clark, and nodded.

Clark went on, "I can see it in his eyes. He wants me. He *wants* me. He's followed me…I know he's even watched me with clients. He finds a way…" At Lex's barely suppressed gasp, Clark smiled, almost shyly. "Oh, well…there are times *I've* made sure he can watch. I didn’t say I didn't like it."

Lex crouched under the fluffy thick covers and hoped Clark couldn't tell just how hard he was…"Oh?"

Clark came closer again, crawled up the bed and gazed into Lex's eyes. When he spoke again, it was faster, less controlled…louder.

"Sometimes I steal his car to meet my 'dates' and we fuck on his seats, why not? He tells me what he has is mine too. I take his clothes, and make them into a mess, and then put them back in his closet…" Lex smiled. That was…pretty good, actually and he wished he'd thought of it when he was doing his best to give his dad a heart attack.

"It's a--a game. No matter what I do, no matter how much I push, he takes it. He doesn't blink an eye. I torture him and he lets me, and lets me, and I don’t know why I'm doing it. Why? Why, Lex?"

Clark didn't look any clearer than Lex was as to what question it was he was asking, so confused, and sort of 'little boy lost' that Lex held his hands out. "Come here."

Clark edged closer, let Lex take his hand and ease him onto the bed. Lex stroked his knuckles, the palm of his hand, touched his mouth to the center of it, kissed his wrist…"I know why you do it. Because he won't listen to words; because you're screaming for someone to touch you. God, you poor bastard, I know all about that."

"I'm really not lacking for touch, Lex."

Lex bit back a laugh at Clark's wry smile. God, Clark was…he suspected Clark was perfect. Lex smiled when Clark curled around him. "You know I don't mean touch like that. When's the last time someone put their arms around you just because *you* liked it? Said, 'hey, I like being around you. When I look up and see you standing there, it makes my heart skip a beat'?"

Clark leaned against Lex, and looked at him for so long, Lex was swamped with the crystal clear and neon bright realization that what he'd just said was unbearably corny, and not only that, he'd just babbled that shit at a guy who was more sophisticated, more experienced and more worldly-wise than he could ever be. A guy who, even living his life the way he was, was freer than Lex could ever hope to be. Lex was seized with the desire to start talking, about anything, nothing, just to fill the steadily heavier silence. A long silence meant only bad things. Meant being scolded, being mocked, meant the prelude to discipline…

Lex's heart stuttered with relief when Clark finally spoke. "I knew it. I knew it when I saw you, Lex." Clark said, and then said nothing, but he laid one of his gigantic hands on Lex's chest, right over his heart.

"Knew what?" How embarrassing, he thought, that his voice was so breathless.

"That we fit. That we compliment each other."

"Being passed out and fucked up in club parking lot attracted you in some way? You have deeper issues than falling for Bruce Wayne."

"I don't love Bruce, I already said that. And I'm leaving there, aren't I?"

"You…are you taking me up on my offer to work for me?"

"Oh that," Clark laughed, and it was so sweet, so delighted a sound that Lex winced. "Come on, you know you didn’t mean that." He smiled at Lex fondly. "Like you could actually share."

"Fuck you, you don't know me," Lex stuttered. "I can share. I could share." I could absolutely share in selling his ass. If Bruce can do, it than so can I. I think. Oh, fuck

"Lex." Clark leaned closer and kissed him on the end of his nose, kissed his chin, and mumbled against it, "You could never share. How long would any of my 'dates' last…until they got out of the building?" Clark laughed, and this laugh was low and soft, and went straight to Lex's dick. "Tell me, Lex, would they even make it to the elevator?"

"Clark! I'm not…I wouldn't…"

Clark nipped at the soft underside of Lex's chin, soothed it with a kiss. "No, no, of course not."

He drew back slowly, and Lex followed him like they were roped together. Lex was panting, hard, dripping, and Clark was just smiling, watching Lex's dick dip, and drool—Lex growled and wrapped his own hand around himself and jerked his hand up and down, a little harder than he'd planned to. He'd rather pluck his own eyes out than wince, though….

"But, you—you wouldn't pretend like you didn’t want me. You'd follow me," Clark drawled. "But you wouldn’t watch…not you."

Lex closed his eyes and shuddered. No, he wouldn't…but he'd imagine it. Clark, sweating, fucking some stranger and he…he'd be hiding, watching, maybe in a closet, through a crack, he'd watch, and Clark would make the person do what he wanted and look over to the closet, smile, knowing Lex was about to come just watching him…Fuck!

Clark's mouth closed over the tip of his dick, and he sucked like he had candy in his mouth, his eyelids fluttered shut….

part 5
tbc

Comments

[beet]

Eeee! Almost done!! Can I start reading??? The last is just a little epilogue, right? That totally means I can start this!

*claps*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes! You can read--the last bit will probably just be them getting ready to leave. Maybe some porn. Or maybe pure porn...not sure yet! :)

[twinsarein.livejournal.com]

Wow! You threw me there. I wasn't expecting Bruce! I felt so sad for Clark as he detailed all his attention getting behavior, and yet he got no satisfaction from it.

And Lex's reaction to it all - aww and yum!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I wasn't expecting Bruce!

*G* Neither was I, to tell you the truth, but Abi made me see it was possible, and not a bad thing. I want to write Bruce finding Clark, now.

Clark--he's so pretty when he's sad. :)

[jeannev.livejournal.com]

Wow, love the twist. So, the benefactor is Bruce, and - Big Surprise- he's totally messed up in the head.

Seems like Clark has definitely found a better fit. No pun intended ;)

Only one more chapter? *pouts*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

lol!!

Thanks! I'm so glad the twist worked--it wasn't where I'd intended to go, but I got a gentle little shove, so to speak. :)

Yes, sadly, one more chapter--but it seems to have unlocked my SV block, so yay!

Thanks so much for reading this!

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

OMG I love this story. I always love your stories, and Yay! Bruce! So completely fucked-in-the-head Bruce. *happysigh* God, I'm so utterly happy that you're writing. I live for this stuff!!!

And this?

"[...] I take his clothes, and make them into a mess, and then put them back in his closet..." Lex smiled. That was... pretty good, actually and he wished he'd thought of it when he was doing his best to give his dad a heart attack.

Awesome! It works on so many levels. Plus, maybe it's just me, but with Lex comparing Clark's fight for Bruce with his own fight, to a certain extent, for his father. . . oh, the dirty-wrongness is absolutely perfect.

Brava!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I love fucked in the head bruce--I really kind of want to write Bruce and Clark meeting, now. :)

Boy, I'm thrilled that the comparison works--I did think of them as being so alike, and wanting the same things. I always think of Lex and Clark as mirror images.

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

lex is so vulnerable here, feels so young and easily hurt. i hope clark is good to him.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I definitely intended for Lex to feel younger than Clark. I'm thinking even with all the crap he did to get back at his dad, he's still not as worldly or independent as Clark. And Clark is already lost as far as Lex is concerned--he's got it bad. ;)

[tasabian.livejournal.com]

"Lex." Clark leaned closer and kissed him on the end of his nose, kissed his chin, and mumbled against it, "You could never share. How long would any of my 'dates' last…until they got out of the building?" Clark laughed, and this laugh was low and soft, and went straight to Lex's dick. "Tell me, Lex, would they even make it to the elevator?"
I love how insightful Clark is in this story, understanding both Lex and Bruce so well, and always one step ahead of Lex in their conversation..

And this bit just makes me melt:
Lex smiled when Clark curled around him. "You know I don't mean touch like that. When's the last time someone put their arms around you just because *you* liked it? Said, 'hey, I like being around you. When I look up and see you standing there, it makes my heart skip a beat'?"
Aw, Lex!!!!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh dear--my response got wiped out! But yes, I like to flip the script on SV. I think it's interesting when Clark is the more experienced partner, adn Lex thinks he is.


it makes my heart skip a beat'?"

Didn't Lex tell on himself right there? *g*

thanks so much for reading this! *happysmile*

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

YAY, Bruce! I knew it! Or I'd hoped it!!

Just one more? But, but! Clex! And hot! And sex! And Bruce! And so many questions and and and!

*sobs*



Loving it, beloved!

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

Oh, and by the way!

Lex was nodding. "Oh yeah. Get caught one time with your pants around your knees in the locker room, and it's blah-blah military school, blah-blah homo deprogramming camp in Delaware—"

"Um. For me—it was a slightly different issue, actually."

Lex was uncomfortably aware of Clark's assessing look. He drew his chin up a little. At least, Lex thought, he hadn't been the one *kneeling*—potato, pah-tatoe, but in his dad's world, it counted.

Hee, loved that part like whoa!!

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

hehe I had a feeling that with Clark being in Gotham, Bruce would be his benefactor. lol

Ummm... I think Clark's got Lex wrapped around his little finger. And Lex is in trouble. But he'll have fun anyways.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Girl, Clark has got Lex wrapped, branded, and thrown over his shoulder! :)

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

I have been reading this and I have to say that as always I love how the only person who is crazy enough, the type of crazy that Clark needs is Lex.

I love that what Clark needs is a Lex who really would get off on watching Clark have sex with other men, but would then totally run that person, or persons, over WITH. A. CAR!! -- for even thinking about having sex with his Clark, let alone enjoying it.

Sure Bruce runs cool - hands off, sick with frustrated desire; but Lex runs hot and would/will totally fuck up any one who really even looked at Clark funny. Heck we all know that Bruce may have to look over his shoulder for a few months/years/until Lex is dead, regardless of how Batman-y Bruce maybe. Lex is soooooo jealous! But heeeee, Clark so loves that.

Very cool and very hot!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I love that what Clark needs is a Lex who really would get off on watching Clark have sex with other men, but would then totally run that person, or persons, over WITH. A. CAR!! -- for even thinking about having sex with his Clark, let alone enjoying it.

Oh yeah, super-powered kinks, I'm thinking. Besides, Clark's a hot head-without Bo's influence, and Bruce's too tight control, Lex *is* just the species of obsessiveness Clark needs.

Oh, and *HI*! I missed you!!!

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

Ooooooo!

[matryoshkarose.livejournal.com]

Aww, I'm glad Lex and Clark managed to find each other, they're very sweet in their messed-up-ness here!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I'm such a romantic, aren't I? *G*

[tabaqui]

Ooooooooooh, man. Bruce!
And...Clark. All over him, and....Lex and...not sharing and...
*flails*

Love. It.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeee! thank you beloved! *g*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

justabi made me do it! She wrote a back-story I just couldn't resist!

[danceswithgary]

Ok, now waiting for the epilogue and I'm going to go back and re-read from the beginning. :-D

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

okay! *G*

Man, that Bruce bit Abi forced on me works nicely, I'm tempted to write my own version of that. *G*

[ale-lexfan.livejournal.com]

Whoa! I'm speechless!! This story is amazing,really...I'm trying to figure out what could happen next but I'm at loss of thoughts right now :)
Oh, but I guessed it was Bruce Clark's benefactor!!! *grin*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks so much! The last bit is more porn. :)

Oh, but I guessed it was Bruce Clark's benefactor!!! *grin*

Who else besides Lex could handle a wildchild Clark? *G*

[carolandtom.livejournal.com]

Oh, so Bruce is Clark's "benefactor"... Then I imagine it's time for him to make an appearance and claim what he'd consider his. I'd love to see that and Clark's reaction now that he's found someone that's not willing to share him with anyone else.

Very intense part. I usually prefer Clark to be the inexperienced one but this Clark works perfectly here. And he's so sexy!

Waiting eagerly for the next part...

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! Whenver you like my Clark, I feel like I hit the lottery! *G*

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

I can't help resenting it on Lex's behalf when Clark yanks him around like this, but at least Lex can hurt Clark back, if only a little. And I do love this insight:

"Lex." Clark leaned closer and kissed him on the end of his nose, kissed his chin, and mumbled against it, "You could never share. How long would any of my 'dates' last…until they got out of the building?" Clark laughed, and this laugh was low and soft, and went straight to Lex's dick. "Tell me, Lex, would they even make it to the elevator?"

Also, awesomely hot, as always.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

If Bruce was Clark's biggest influence, than being lovey-dovey is going to come hard for him. Clark better learn quick though--Lex likes to be challenged, but not all the time, and he likes it more when he comes out on top--so to speak. *G*.

[jlvsclrk.livejournal.com]

*Bounces with glee* What a great chapter! I thought Bruce was bound to be Clark's benefactor: who else could it have been? But I could never have predicted the dynamics of their relationship: now that's kinky!

I was so scared when Clark and Lex were exchanging those barbs at the beginning of the chapter: they really knew how to hit the other's buttons. But you made it all better at the end: Clark knows Lex would never ever be one to stand back and watch. If these take one step farther in their relationship, there'll be no turning back. Lex will just have to keep up with Clark's sex drive somehow. Poor Lex: there are worse fates!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Lex is super inventive--I think he'll keep Clark occupied!

I see their relationship as volatile, but but mutually obsessed. Perfect for those two!

[jess-caine.livejournal.com]

Loved it and can't wait for the next chapter :D

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Me either!! *g*

I'm working like a mad woman...I have to confess, it's just straight up porn, though. ;)

[opusnone.livejournal.com]

Now I'm remembering why I loved Clex so much. I love how you write such intense sexuality combined with heart and plot. Great stuff.

Now about The Bruce Wayne Academy for Galactic Visitors and Gigolos - are they hiring?

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

LOL!!!!

*HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG*

Oh gosh, the next part is pure smut and no redeeming values at all!

[justabi.livejournal.com]

I love you so fucking much. That is all.

No, wait. I lie.

Bruce has rules, discipline. He doesn't touch, not Clark, not himself, not ever. He gets a high off Clark climbing in his bed cum soaked and used, babbling filth and touching himself, because Clark is ethereally beautiful debauched and ruined and the temptation of him is too exquisite to refuse. Strength of will is nothing if it isn't tested, and it's heady to know his will can pass a test like Clark. He used to watch Clark's assignations. He doesn't now, because he knows without the effort of walking out the door that he can sit in the car for an hour with his dick stiff in his shorts, throbbing so hard it aches down to his fingertips, and not touch, even with no one else there to see, when know one else would ever know, and that's all he needed from the exercise.

He was just this edge of sure of himself with Clark right up until he found Clark's research. Bruce felt something twist up inside him when he saw Lex's name in the search engine, felt actual honest to god shame watching Clark jerk off to pictures of Lex in front of the computer and the heat of the shame was the thing that stopped him from wrapping his hand around his dick and jerking it raw, not discipline. He feels like he's losing his mind a little, and if Clark had come into his room and offered Bruce his hand or his mouth or his ass, Lex's name and face rolling around in Clark's head, Bruce thinks he wouldn't have been able to say no.

He's a complete fucking mess whenever Lex is in town even without Clark poking around. Bruce doesn't drink or fuck his way through Gotham, but Lex had been in town the night Bruce picked up Clark and Bruce had had a reckless moment where he'd thought about it. It's his mind that's cracked, wild around the edges, not his heart and perhaps sometimes his knuckles are cracked as well. Violence is very soothing when Lex comes to town, he finds, and there is no shortage of villains for Bruce to extract his calm from these days.

When he sees Lex drugged and passed out in the car he's stricken, out of his mind with the desire to do something foolish like rescue Lex. All he can think about is how vulnerable Lex is, has a nearly undeniable craving to swoop in and scoop Lex up in his arms and nurse him back to health like some appalling gothic romance novel. He's paralyzed with it right up until he sees Clark.

Bruce breaks every piece of equipment on his dashboard console, rips his gloves and leaves shards of shatter-proof plexiglass sticking out from his knuckles while he rubs himself off with a bloody fist watching them. Litterally seconds after he cups his cock he makes a mess of his suit. He's hard again just trying to peel the rubber away from his skin. Blood and cum mix all together while he moans himself hoarse, wantonly, frantically jerking off all fucking night while he watches them.

He's never wanted Clark more, never hated him before, but now that he does, the desire to have Clark on his knees, pretty red lips wrapped around his cock is almost as unbearable as the desire to hit Clark's pretty face while he does it. He's not sure he could stop himself from either impulse, but no matter, the impulse to run far, far away from Lex trumps it all.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I love you beyond all reason. Really. In a crazy stalkerish way.

[catvampcrazines.livejournal.com]

Guh. A world of guh. *s* Thank you so much for writing and sharing this hotness with everyone.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oh it's my pleasure believe me!

And your icon is a sweet combination of all i need to live...*G*

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

Totally "OMG!" moment there. That was. . . really, really disturbing and so completely Bruce in my mind. Wonderful! Sad. Weird, eerie, strange, hot! kinky, genius. . . um, I'm running out of brain power, so I'll just leave with:

Perfect, truly. *kneels before you*

Er, to both you and justabi for the extra-creepy, extra special glimpse into the freak known as Bruce. Or Batman. Or Mister Rubber. *wink*

[justabi.livejournal.com]

He is such a freak, but we love him. *pets Bruce's fucked up psyche*

[supercaptain182.livejournal.com]

Holy sweetness!

How did I miss this?! See, of course I missed this and then you hit me with the super hammer of Bruce being Clark's benefactor and Lex fighting futilely against his lurve for Clark.

And justabi's Bruce snibbet was hot like molten lava. Bruce wants, but doesn't take....He should have. So damn good.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Abi made it better!

[romyra]

Roxy You naughty girl you! This a great fic....I'm looking forward to a Clark/Lex/Bruce triangle of goodness.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeee!
*hugs*

Maybe.....