This Part
by Te
March 2002

Disclaimers: If they were mine, would I be writing this stuff?

Spoilers: Not a one.

Summary: Random smut.

Ratings Note: NC-17.

Acknowledgments: To my Spike, for the dose of vroom. Also
to Miz E. I'm getting there, I swear...

Go on, do it.


Spike says:
You are my good fairy.  Write Project 8.

Te says:
Don' wanna. It's all *challenging*

Spike says:
Write me some porn then.

Te says:
hmmmm ah hmm

Spike says:
/me tries to find keys to pornmobile

Te says:
He loves this best of all, he thinks.

Spike says:
<revving engine>

Te says:
Or... it's one of the bests, anyway. One orgasm down, God knew how
many more before he has to go home and Lex...

Lex is nothing like a cat, but he's some kind of predator when it's like
this between them. When everything is slow and heavy and hot but
not... desperate.

Right now he's sprawled at the foot of the bed in a position that could
only be comfortable for someone as surprisingly flexible as Lex. Head
resting on his forearm and watching Clark. He doesn't seem to blink
enough, but that could be an illusion.

It's hard to focus on Lex's face -- *just* Lex's face -- when he's
sprawled out naked like this.

Broad shoulders and lean back. Muscles shifting almost imperceptibly
and the obscene round of his ass. Makes Clark swallow a little dryly.
Makes him tighten his hold on his cock.

He's been there. He's been *inside* Lex and this is nowhere near as
good, but somehow it's still part of it. In some way Clark would've
never considered.

He can smell them. It's so... blatant.

Like nothing that could ever really happen in real life, only this *was*
real. But... the rest of the real world was starting to seem so pale.
Shallow and lifeless.


Clark follows Lex's lazy look to his own cock, dark with blood and
rising. It would be against his belly if Clark let go. If Lex started to talk.

Gasps and squeezes again, because --

"What, Clark?"

"Uh?" Brilliant. Jesus. "I mean... what?"

"What were you thinking that made you gasp?"

"I was... I like the way you talk to me. When we're... fucking."

"Mm." Lex stretched lazily. "I love that word in your mouth. Say it

And that's it, that's the way. Lex always knows, even if... Clark doesn't
know. Shakes his head and gives himself a long, slow stroke before
focusing on Lex's storm sky eyes. "Fucking. Fuck... this is so fucked."

Lex snorts and crawls a little closer. Kneels up in front of him and
spreads Clark's legs apart a little more.


"Yeah. Let me see you."

Can't do anything but shift a little. Spread a little more. Offer himself up
to Lex's sharp gaze. "I want you..."

Lex nods almost solemnly. "I know. Show me anyway."

"I... yes..." Tilts his head back and this is the best part. Letting his head
fall and his throat stretch and that moment, that first moment as he starts
to stroke in earnest and he can't see anything but the ceiling and Lex could
do anything to him at all. "Oh God..."

"Make all the noise you want, Clark..."

"Unh --" Loud. Almost barked and he pumps into his own fist.

"That's right..."

"God, Lex you --"

"Give it up for me --"

"please oh please don't --"


Has to bite his lip, squeeze a little more viciously and he's bucking now.
Shaking the bed and shaking his head. Sweat running into his hair and
down his chest and Lex isn't touching him anywhere isn't -- "*Lex* --"

"Oh, Clark..."

Satisfied and hungry all at once and Clark knows the glitter in Lex's eyes,
knows it all belongs to him. "Make me come... I need..."

"Not yet."

"*Ah* --"

"So close now..."

"Yes... yes I -- yes --"


And there's a thumb pressing hard on the head of his cock, rubbing
ruthless hard circles and Clark gasps out a yell, banging his head on the
wall and shooting and shooting --


"Lex --!"

And Lex is already yanking him back just enough, swiping the come off
Clark's belly and chest. The preparation is fast, insistent and implacable
and it's still almost too long to wait before Lex is lining up against his

Spreading Clark's thighs over his lap.

"Open your eyes."

Clark looks up to find Lex eyeing him like something half-starved,
absolutely amoral in hunger, and it makes him moan something
unintelligible. No idea what he wanted to say and he doesn't care
because Lex is pushing in.

Sharp, rocking thrusts, hands tight on Clark's hips, reminding him not to
move until Lex is all the way in. Until Lex has him aching and burning
and *spitted*, fresh sweat breaking out all over his body and he knows
he sounds tortured.

"Perfect like this," Lex says, and it makes Clark arch, makes him push
back against the cradle of Lex's slim hips and beg.

"Fuck me, Lex god do it *hard* --"

"Yeah --"

"Need you --"

"I know..."

Lex pulls out slow and drives in *hard*, setting off some crazy series of
explosions all over Clark's body and he's getting hard again, so soon it

Closest thing to pain and Clark grips the edges of the headboard and holds
on as Lex drives in again.




"Oh God please --"

Again and Lex rakes the short, sharp nails of both hands down Clark's
chest, and Clark chokes off a scream. "More --"

Something like a raw animal groan from Lex and he's hauling Clark's legs
up around his waist, slamming in harder. Faster.

Flushed and sweating with it, hunger in his eyes getting lost under
something like mindless pleasure and something like agony, loss.

Clark arches up to meet every thrust, digs his feet into Lex's back and
urges him on, needing, needing, and he knows Lex can read everything
on his face. Always known. Nothing matters but this and this is *his*.

Lex so hot inside him, so *fierce* and Clark needs him to come just
like this, deep inside him and pounding at him and so *real*.

"Please..." he says, and Lex closes his eyes, ducks his head and groans
desperately. Grabs Clark's hip with one hand and twists a nipple
viciously with the other and comes thrusting. Gripping, twisting, gasping
out needy little moans and still *moving* and Clark can't tear his eyes

Grabs his own cock and works it fast and hard, balls tight and hot and
belly coiled with it so good so *fucking* good. Lex's head comes up fast
and sudden and he's almost *glaring* at Clark and --


"Jesus --" Just a few spatters but it rocks him through, leaves him
shuddering and gasping and spent, right there, staring helplessly into
Lex's slow, hard smile.