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Chapter List
- 1-A Summer Of Broken Hearts
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 7
- 8
- 9
Part I: A Summer of Broken Hearts

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Rating: R but will turn NC-17
Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to DC comics and WB. This is non-profit entertainment, and no infringement is intended so please don't sue me.

Thanks to Rose7 and Skuf for all the beta help. Any remaining mistakes are my own. Please feel free to point them out.

A/N: This is an AU Alien!Clark/Lex fic. I have changed the original episode content in places in order to bend the story to my whims.

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Sunday afternoon lunch had always been a family sit-down-dinner on the Kent Farm. The July heat made cooking during the daytime impossible, so Martha served cold cuts of ham and a mixed salad with bread she had baked the night before. For the first time since the end of the school year, Clark had actually enjoyed the traditional meal. As he began to clear the table for his mother, he thought about how nice it was to feel comfortable around his parents again and hoped that it meant things were getting back to normal. His father had been more concerned than angry over their last discussion and the way that Clark had run out.

Although there had been no official mention of lifting the Lex-ban, his father had not even blinked when his mother had asked Clark to take over delivery of the Luthor produce. Clark knew there was a limit to what his father could silently take, so he was careful not to mention Lex often, and kept his visits to his friend discrete. He thought it would be a good idea to call Pete and ask if he wanted to see a movie with him. His parents would be happy that he was hanging out with his school friends, and he really did miss laughing with Pete. After the movie he could always head out to see Lex. His parents didn�t need to know that he hadn�t spent the entire evening with Pete.

�Clark, honey, isn�t that Lana�s car pulling up outside?� Martha said, looking out the window over the sink. �Why don�t you go ahead out, your father and I can finish up here.�

�Are you sure, Mom?�

�Go ahead, Son. Your mom and I have everything here under control,� answered Jonathan, unable hide the pleased look on his face.

�Okay, thanks!� Clark called with more good humor than he felt as he headed out the kitchen door. �Hey, Lana!� he called, jogging out to meet her.

�Hi, Clark. Wow, I can�t believe you have the energy to move so quickly in this heat,� she laughed.

Her smile was radiant and Clark felt the small flutter in his stomach like he always did when he saw her. She was wearing black shorts and a light pink tank top, her heavy hair was piled on top of her head. God, she was beautiful. �What brings you out to the Kent prison work farm?� he asked jokingly.

�You have been really busy out here this summer, haven�t you?�

�Well, it�s just me and my dad working the farm this year, so there hasn�t been much free time.� Clark shrugged. He was sure she had discussed the gossip about Lex in great detail with Chloe, and hoped she didn�t bring up the subject with him. �The loft is kind of hot this time of day, why don�t we walk along here where it�s shaded,� he said, strolling towards the inviting shade of the tree-lined path that led to the grazing fields.

�Sure, I really just wanted to stop by and see how you were,� Lana said falling in along side him. �Last week your mom invited me, Pete and Chloe to a kind of surprise barbeque for you, then she called back and cancelled, saying that you weren�t feeling well. Since then no one has heard from you��

�I�m sorry about that, Lana,� Clark said sincerely. He stopped walking and leaned against a fence post. �I really haven�t been feeling well. I�ve had bad headaches and a problem with insomnia because of them,� Clark finished, hoping if he stayed close enough to the truth, Lana would believe him.

�Wow, Clark, I didn�t know it was that bad. Have you seen a doctor?� she asked, the concern evident in her tone as she reached out to touch his arm.

Clark felt his skin crawl, and not in a good way, at the physical contact. He jerked his arm away from her without giving it a second thought, until he saw the look on her face.

�Sorry, Lana. I hurt my arm a couple of days ago and it�s still a bit sore.�

�No problem. It doesn�t look bruised though,� she said, keeping her eyes on his forearm, hoping he wouldn�t notice how offended she was by his action.

�No, but it�s still tender.� God, how he hated lying. �So what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?�

�Not much, the Talon and riding. Actually, I�m driving to Metropolis tomorrow with Chloe to see Nell,� Lana replied, hoping her face didn�t show how baffled she was by the sudden awkwardness that had sprung up between them.

�I forgot Chloe was staying with Nell during the week,� Clark said keeping his voice neutral. He hadn�t spoken to Chloe since their fight. She was doing her second internship at the Daily Planet, staying with Nell during the week and driving back to Smallville on the weekends.

�She told me about your fight��

�Of course she did.� Clark couldn�t keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

�Clark, Chloe is your friend.�

�And so is Lex. Lana, doesn�t it bother you that Chloe�s conscience exits stage left when she smells a story?� Clark felt himself becoming angry and agitated. Not a good sign.

�I know she was wrong to put you in such a position, Clark, but she does care about you.�

�Well, she has a damn funny way of showing it. I notice she hasn�t called or showed up to apologise�and you know what�she won�t, because she doesn�t see anything wrong with what she did,� he snapped.

�I didn�t bring it up to make you angry,� Lana said quietly, hurt by his tone of voice. �I just thought you were a little more forgiving of your friends than that�or isn�t she your friend any more?�

�I didn�t mean to snap at you,� Clark sighed and turned around so he could look out over the fields. �I�ve had fights with Chloe before and we have always survived them. I still care about her, it�s just that I�ve become wary of her as well. She doesn�t have the best track record when it comes to respecting other people�s boundaries. If she thinks she might be able to get a story by exploiting it, good-bye privacy.�

�Have you told Chloe how you feel, Clark?� she asked.

�Of course I have, Lana. She just doesn�t get it.�

Lana nodded, not sure what she should say.

�Come on, I�ll walk you back to your car. I need to start afternoon chores so I can be done early tonight,� Clark said, knowing he needed to put an end to the conversation before he said something that would cause him to argue further with Lana.

They walked back to her car in silence. Clark didn�t want her to go away like this. �Are you working at the Talon tonight?�

�Yes. I took Bridget�s six till closing shift, so she would spring in for me tomorrow.�

�Then how about if I come by after I get all my work done and keep you company for a while?� Clark asked with a smile as he opened the car door for her.

�That would be nice, Clark,� she said, lightly touching his hand where it rested on the window frame.

Clark forced the smile to remain on his face as he withstood the urge to immediately pull his hand back. He finally relaxed when she took her hand away and pulled the car out of the driveway.

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�Jack, just make the calls,� Lex said into his cell phone while he restlessly paced the floor of his office. �I realise that. Meetings that can�t be moved to Smallville are to be cancelled or put on hold. Just do it, Jack.� Lex ended the call and dropped into the seat behind his desk. He was being unreasonable, and impulsive, and he wouldn�t give a damn, if he could at least explain his behaviour to himself. He flipped open his notebook to review the second quarter financial reports that had been sent to him early this morning. After five minutes of staring at the screen he closed the file and opened the staffing reports, even though he knew he would have no more success concentrating on those.

Life was good. His business was on track, his father was out of the country, the Smallville gossip had all but died, and his friendship with Clark was none the worse for wear; he had started dropping by again as though nothing had ever been different. So where was the contentment that came with success? Disgusted with his lack of concentration, he shut down the computer. God, summers sucked.

Lex got up and made his way to the bar for the second time in as many hours. He wondered if he was unconsciously sabotaging his own happiness. Nothing else could explain the restless, sleepless nights, and his current agitated state. He knew from his annual insurance examination that he was physically in top form. Well, there was always his unexplained white blood cell count. There was nothing Lex hated more than the un-explained, especially when it directly affected him. Maybe he just needed to get laid. Lex sighed. Masturbation had provided inadequate relief, but entertaining someone at the mansion was out of the question. He would normally just head into Metropolis for the night, but what was normal lately? The idea of leaving Smallville had filled him with such a surge of panic, that he had Jack move all of his scheduled meetings for the next two weeks to the Smallville plant.

Lex couldn�t shake the bizarre impression that his current inertia was caused by something not of his own volition. He had an inexplicable sensation of invisible strings holding him back, and was unhappily reminded of Ryan telling him not to forget that the way into darkness was a journey and not the flip of a switch. It had disturbed him deeply that Ryan had felt the need to say it to him. The boy had been at the very least intuitive, though Lex suspected the tumor had somehow given Ryan the ability to see into people. Was this what the boy had seen and been warning Lex about? Was Lex so stressed-out that he was losing his grip on reality?

Disgusted, Lex put down the crystal decanter. If he continued the consumption of scotch at his current pace, he would have medical problems. Maybe what he needed was company. It was too early to hope he could catch Clark alone in his loft, but he could always kill the time before sundown at the Talon. Lex felt an appreciable decrease in tension at having made plans, even if they were vague.

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Lex entered the Talon and his eyes were immediately drawn to Clark, who was sitting at a table with Lana, doubtless flirting. He had no idea why he suddenly found that so incredibly annoying. It was more than annoying. It was barely tolerable.

�Hey, Lex!� Clark called out, an easy grin on his face. �I didn�t expect to see you here.�

�Well, I don�t think I can say the same about you, Clark,� Lex answered without returning the smile, his glance falling purposefully on Lana. �Any more than I�m surprised that Lana is conversing with you rather than working.� Lex raised his hand to reveal a colorful computer disc held casually between his fingers. �I came over to bring you the Talon�s quarterly report, Lana. Chatting instead of working might go a long way to explaining the sharp decline in profits this past quarter.�

A sudden awkward silence fell between them; Lana looked as though she had been slapped in the face. She made no reply as she reached to take the disc from Lex.

�Not to mention,� Lex continued to berate her, �the poor example you set for the rest of the Talon employees, Lana. How can you expect them to take their jobs serving the customers seriously, when you don�t do it yourself?�

�I�m a partner and not your employee, Lex,� Lana finally managed to bite out. �You don�t have any right to come in here and treat me like some irresponsible child.�

�Tell you what. Have a look at those numbers,� he inclined his head towards the disc now in her hands, �and then tell me all about how good a partner you are, okay? While you�re working, I�ll have a cappuccino with hot milk, not whipped cream,� Lex finished, sitting himself at the table next to Clark.

The hurt at Lex�s accusation evident on her face, Lana turned on her heel and headed to the counter.

�Great way to make friends and influence people, Lex,� Clark admonished him, shaking his head.

�Just because you choose to fawn all over her, doesn�t mean I have to find her faultless, Clark,� Lex said a little more harshly than he intended. �She may be part-owner, but that means she has to work harder to set a good example; it�s not an excuse to slack off.�

Clark sat quietly for a minute, carefully studying his friend�s face. �Talk to me, Lex. What�s got you acting like your father tonight?�

Now Lex looked like he was the one who had been slapped.

�Hey.� Clark reached out and placed his hand over Lex�s arm. �What is it? It�s not like you to go off like that with so little provocation.�

Lex sighed. He felt like a total fool. He had no idea why he had been so uptight and unfair to Lana. The stress he had felt just a few minutes ago � hell, all day � had dissipated, and he could clearly see he was out of line.

�Clark, I have no idea. God, did I really just behave like the biggest, most pompous ass on earth? I really had no intention of blasting Lana like that. One minute I was all wound up and the next, none of it seems to matter.�

�Is there trouble with Lexcorp?�

�No, actually everything is going very well � maybe too well. My father has been too quiet � too absent � for much longer than usual. I feel totally off balance. It�s probably because my subconscious is marking the days, waiting for the moment when he will make his next move against me. To tell you the truth, despite how smoothly things are going at the moment, my nerves are doing me in.�

�I wish there was some way I could help you, Lex.�

�Actually, I was planning on driving out to see you later, when I was sure to catch you alone in the loft. Sometimes just being around you is calming, Clark.� Lex gave him a slow smile. �I�m sorry I ran Lana off like that. I know how you feel about her, and I didn�t mean to come between the two of you. With all the work your dad has for you on the farm this summer, I guess you don�t get to see her as much as you would like to.�

Clark looked over to where Lana was fixing coffee behind the counter. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, finally removing his hand from Lex�s arm. �Lex, Lana and I are just friends.�

Lex snorted. �Right. I think I�ve heard that line more than once.�

�Things change, Lex. I can�t explain exactly what changed, but it did. I see her, and I still think she is beautiful, and sometimes I feel that familiar flutter inside, but it�s more like an echo now. Like an automatic response that no longer has any deeper meaning.� Clark looked back again at Lana, who was heading towards them with Lex�s coffee, and shrugged. �Maybe this isn�t the best place to talk about it, but it really is over with.�

Lex had been studying Clark�s face carefully. There was definitely an air of finality in his words, though for a sixteen-year-old, that wasn�t saying much. Unaccountably, Lex felt a bit of relief that Clark no longer seemed to be interested in Lana. He was certain, however, that was because he was tired of seeing his friend chasing after a girl who obviously did not care as much about him, as he had about her. Jesus, she had hung on to that loser Whitney for ages, but seemed to pick on every little thing with Clark. In his opinion, Lana had done little to deserve him. She seemed only to appreciate him when she needed him, and she tossed him aside way too easily. Clark was well shot of her.

Lex looked up as Lana silently set his cappuccino in front of him. Sighing, he reached out to take her hand before she could move away. �Lana, I am truly sorry for having cut into you before. I had no intention of coming here to pick on you, honestly. I�ve been under a lot of stress lately, and only God and his angels know what made me take it out on you. Please accept my apology.�

Relief washed over Lana�s face, and she gave him a small smile. �I was wondering what got into you, Lex. You have always treated me professionally before and I�ve always appreciated that,� she said.

�Are we okay?� When Lana nodded, Lex continued, �Have a look at the financials that I brought when you have time. There has been a decline, and that might be due to the record heat this summer, or there might be a combination of other factors. Have a look, and get back to me with your ideas.�

�Okay, will do,� she said earnestly, nodding. �Clark, can I get you anything else?�

�Um, no, thanks, I�m good.�

�Right, then I�ll talk to you a bit later,� she smiled and pointed in direction of the entrance way where a small group of girls had entered, �I have customers to serve.� She gave a little wave of her hand and headed off with her usual energetic gait.

Clark turned his attention back to the table and silently watched while Lex sipped his coffee. He felt contentment wash over him and suddenly wished he hadn�t taken his hand away from Lex�s arm. It hardly seemed fair that this was the reaction he had more and more often towards Lex. If he had had this reaction to any girl, even Lana, he could be sitting here right now, holding hands with them, or even just touching in some uncomplicated way, and no one would bat an eyelash.

Clark was startled by his thoughts. Was that what he wanted? Was that what this was all about � some odd alien attraction? It didn�t seem to make any sense. He was most certainly attracted to girls in the most normal, human way. If he were attracted to guys, then wouldn�t that mean that he would have the same reaction to them as he had to girls? He never had that fluttering, pleasant squirming inside when he looked at guys, not even Lex. So what was it?

�What are you thinking about, Clark?� Lex�s question interrupted Clark�s musing.

�Um, eating?�

Lex burst out laughing. Clark had looked like he was pondering the injustice of world poverty. �I should have known! If I wasn�t better informed, I would think your parents never fed you.� Lex felt lightness around his heart that he hadn�t experienced in days. Leave it to Clark to remind him that things could be light and unimportant. �I�ll tell you what. Let me finish my coffee, then I�ll invite you out to dinner.�

�Lex, the kitchen at the mansion is better equipped than any restaurant in or out of town. It also has the advantage of being near your games room. I believe you wanted a Grand Theft Auto re-match, �cause last time I kicked your bottom sooo bad��

Lex laughed into his coffee, splattering it as he attempted to drain the cup. �You�re on, my friend.�

Lex and Clark headed out to the car, completely immersed in conversation. Neither of them noticed the crestfallen look on Lana�s face as she watched them leave without so much as a nod in her direction.

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The kitchen at the mansion glowed warmly with indirect lighting, and the large table, normally used by staff, was covered with various colourful containers. Lex was busily moving around the room, pulling down dishes, glasses, and anything that looked like it might please Clark�s palate. Lex always felt an odd sense of satisfaction in feeding Clark. He assumed it stemmed from some left over evolutionary need to provide for�what? Loved ones? Family?

�Hey, Lex,� Clark said while setting two places at the table. �Can I ask you something�I mean, a personal something?�

Lex slid into a chair at the table and started uncovering the containers full of food he had retrieved from the fridge. �I think you are probably the only person I would answer personal questions for, Clark. Providing, of course, that the answers remain between us.�

�I don�t talk about you with other people, Lex. You should know that by now.�

Lex nodded as he lifted a blue ceramic lid and sniffed the contents underneath. �I do. What are you so curious about?�

Clark glanced up at Lex and was silent for a moment. �Okay,� Clark began hesitantly. �You told me that you like guys and girls about the same.�

�About. Yes.�

�Well, does that, er, feel the same to you?�

�No, Clark. Guys definitely feel a lot different than women.� Lex had to press his lips together to keep from laughing at the look on Clark�s face. He had flushed an interesting shade of red.

�Uh, no, that wasn�t what I meant!� A butter knife slipped through his fingers and hit the floor.

Lex grinned at his friend�s obvious discomfort, and took an obscene amount of pleasure in looking directly at Clark, waiting for him to re-phrase his question.

�Look, what I meant was, when I see an attractive girl�well, I become all flustered and I get an attack of butterflies. I can�t keep my eyes or my thoughts off her. I know that I am attracted by the distinctive things I feel. So, what I wanted to know was, do you get the same kind of signals when you are attracted to women as you do when you�re attracted to men?�

�Well,� Lex said slowly. �In a way, yes. It�s much more what I find attractive that�s different.� Clark hadn�t mentioned getting an erection, which was to Lex, and he would assume any teen-aged boy, the number one signal that his body was interested. He wondered if Clark was too embarrassed to mention that particular physical reaction, or if he was just trying to be polite, not asking what he thought might cross the line. Lex decided to make it easy for him. �It doesn�t matter if it�s a girl or a guy. If my eyes see, and my brain registers with want, I get a hard-on, plain and simple. It�s the curse of the male sex, Clark. The body responds visibly whether or not you want it to.�

�So that�s how you knew that you liked guys?�

�More or less, yes. That�s not something you can really control. You can�t ignore a riser in your pants, just because you don�t want to be attracted to men,� Lex shrugged, �it just is. I�m sure you�ve experienced the same with girls.�

Clark fixed his attention on the slab of Swiss cheese that he was cutting. He had no idea how to explain how it was with him, without sounding like a total freak. He had never had trouble controlling his erections, though he certainly couldn�t tell Lex that, instead, he had set things on fire.

�Did I get too specific for you, Clark?� Lex asked when the conversation didn�t pick up again. �I didn�t mean to embarrass you.�

Clark sighed and looked up at him. �I�m not embarrassed, Lex,� he said easily. �I�m just trying to figure out how I have been feeling lately, especially since I realised I�m not interested in Lana anymore. I thought that my attraction to her just burned itself out, but there seems to be more to it than that. It�s so weird, because I can still look at her and find her beautiful. I can still count all the reasons in my head why I should want her, but I don�t. I find the idea of touching her, or being touched by her repulsive.�

Lex was surprised by the vehement note Clark�s voice ended on. �Wow, from true love to revulsion. That is quite a leap, Clark. Are you sure you�re not over-reacting to something specific? Maybe you�re just feeling angry with her, and a little bit with yourself because it didn�t turn out the way you thought or hoped it would. Maybe it feels like a bit of a betrayal of the ideal you thought was within reach, only to find out that it was all smoke and mirrors and none of what you felt was based on reality. You built up the fantasy and the reality just couldn�t compare.�

Clark shook his head. �I don�t know about that. I don�t really understand much of anything anymore. The one thing I do know, is that the only time I feel content is when I�m with you.�

�I suppose the security a friendship offers can be comforting when everything else seems to be out of kilter,� Lex said carefully. He was momentarily unnerved by the direction the conversation seemed to be taking and then immediately chastised himself. He was nothing more than an old pervert for automatically hearing a come-on riding on those words. Clark was not one to hide behind innuendo; his words were usually forthright and uncomplicated. He was obviously going through a difficult time, and he needed the anchor of their friendship. Unfortunately, Lex had little experience being an anchor.

Clark sighed. �Lex, what I�m trying to say is that everything seems to have changed over the past six months�I�ve changed. I rely on you much more than I think you know.�

�I understand, Clark,� Lex was surveying the table, slice of bread in one hand and a butter knife in the other, �it�s all part and parcel of getting through your teens. It can really throw you for a loop, and you know you can always count on me.�

�Lex, you�re obviously not getting what I mean.�

�What I need to get is the mayo, can�t believe I forgot it.� Lex stood and headed for the fridge, missing the look of frustration on Clark�s face.

Lex rummaged around the over-sized fridge before finding what he was looking for. He closed the refrigerator door and turned around with a jar of mayonnaise in his hand � and right into Clark. Startled, he glanced up into his friend�s face and was immediately pinned with a look of such burning intensity, he didn�t know if he should be aroused or terrified. Before he could fully commit to either, Clark eliminated the small space between them, placed a large hand behind Lex�s neck and pulled him up into a passionate kiss. Lex felt his lips part of their own volition when Clark�s tongue lightly brushed over them. He fell back against the fridge as his own tongue responded, suddenly eager to taste what was being offered to him. Clark deepened the kiss; one hand gently stroked the back of Lex�s neck while the other trailed hesitantly down Lex�s back to his buttocks, gently touching, exploring, then squeezing.

Lex vaguely registered the sound of breaking glass as the mayonnaise jar tumbled from his hand to the floor; this was passion like none he had ever experienced or even knew existed. He felt as though he was slowly being sucked into an abyss of swirling emotions, each one wrapping around his senses and departing only to allow the next one to assault him. Desire, passion, love, need, want; he could feel something building inside him and engulfing him...them?�a humming, a voice, a sound, filling him, calling him. The voice was not his own or any he ever knew, nor could he understand what it said. It was familiar, but not to him. The foreign feeling confused him, but he pushed it away in favour of the intense desire that was flowing through his body and, it seemed, his very soul.

Lex wrapped an arm around Clark�s waist and pulled him closer against him. He groaned as he felt the burning heat of Clark�s arousal press against his own. Passion, desire, need, possession, and Lex wanted it, wanted nothing more than to surrender to Clark and the vastness of the unexplainable thing that was between them. He felt Clark�s strong hands wander up and down his body, touching, more demanding now. Lex�s hand gripped Clark�s thick, dark hair, and his tongue continued to explore every centimeter of Clark�s mouth as if terrified he would miss something important. The taste was as unique as Clark himself. Somehow dark and light at the same time � like a warm, cloudless night when the blue sky has unveiled what it hid by day�revealed, but still infinitely mysterious.

While Lex continued to ride the tide of euphoria that was so foreign to him, it suddenly struck him that this was Clark. The essence of who Clark was, and what Clark felt was in him, his feelings mixing with those Lex could now barely define as his own. This couldn�t be�this wasn�t possible. He tried to grasp a train of thought, but wasn�t able. Lex began to feel as though he had been stripped of all logical reasoning � nothing was possible while he was being inundated with sensation.

As he was suddenly turned around and slammed against the refrigerator door, Lex felt his own panic begin to rise above the encompassing euphoria. He was stunned momentarily by the icy cold of the chrome against his hyper-sensitized nipples. Clark had somehow stripped him of his shirt and was pressing him with frightening force against the cold metal. Not sure he could speak over the raging storm that surrounded them, but knowing he had to try and get this under control, he managed to choke out, �Clark, stop.� All he heard in return was heavy panting, interrupted only by the barest whisper of his name against his back. Clark didn�t seem to register either his discomfort or his plea for him to stop. Lex felt the panic rise a notch, and he once again tried to free himself from Clark�s iron grip.

This was not working.

�Clark, please. You�re hurting me.� He felt Clarks hands tighten on his hips as he began to press and rub his erection against Lex�s backside. Lex wondered if Clark was strong enough to break his hipbones with his bare hands, and then quickly pushed the thought away. His panic helped him to stay grounded, to find himself in the continuing storm that relentlessly assaulted him from within. He felt invaded, trapped by Clark�s heavy body pressing against him, leaving him no room to manoeuvre.

Lex felt the intensity of the storm shift and sharpen with mind-numbing speed, as Clark�s movements quickened and his mouth sucked the thin skin and muscle between Lex�s shoulder blade and spine. Lex could sense from within, and without, the nearing of Clark�s almost frantic climax and silently prayed for it to be over. He got his wish. As Clark�s teeth sank into his skin, first a stabbing, and then a burning pain shot through every fiber in his body.

Clark came. Lex screamed.

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A/N: Sorry for the pause between ch 7 and 8! Ch 9 is in the works and should be up in two weeks.

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