Title: Breaking Through
Author: Psychi blackpsychi@yahoo.com 
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Closer, by Nine Inch Nails
Notes: Much appreciation goes out to Diane for her beta and guidance in writing this ficlet.
Summary: Clark's finally had enough and gives Lex what he wants.

"I don't get it," Clark exclaimed at last.  "What do you want?" 

It was the question Lex felt he had waited all his life for Clark to ask.  

"Just tell me Lex, because I can't do this anymore.  Why do you keep pushing?  Why won't you leave me alone?  Why do you keep hurting me and making me hurt you?  What do you want?" 

Lex felt his heart beating violently in his chest as the world stopped around him.  It's time, something whispered from deep inside him, or maybe it was outside of him - the universe compelling him to tell the absolute truth as he never had before. 

"You." 

Clark blinked and laughed sharply, derisively.  "What do you want me to do?" 

"Everything.  What do you want?" 

"I want this to stop," Clark yelled at him.  "I want you to stop." 

"If you had just let me die, it would have.  Bruce would have done it if you hadn't stopped him.  It would have been over." 

Clark's whole body jerked.  "No." 

"What do you want?" 

Silence enveloped them as Clark just stood and stared at Lex.  He didn't quite know what it was that he wanted.  Lex walked right up to him, closer than they had been in years without physical violence.  Clark stepped back once and then stopped in his tracks, confusion and indecision writ all over his face. 

"You want me to do what you want." Lex answered for him.  "You want to control me." 

"No," Clark insisted, violently shaking his head.  "I want..." 

"What?" 

"I don't know.  I just don't want to have to fight you anymore."  

"But you don't want me dead; you don't really want me out of your life."  

Clark didn't answer. 

Lex grinned manically, noticing that he was affecting Clark in a way that he hadn't been able to since Smallville.  But, of course, Lex had been nicer then – more willing to reign in his baser instincts and deepest desires for the sake of his friend.  He lifted one hand to brush the soot off of Clark's face from the fire he had started earlier. 

Superman had saved the day and Batman had wanted to beat Lex to a pulp, knowing that he would never be able to find proof against him.  But Clark...it was Clark who had stopped Bruce.  

Clark shivered under his touch, but seemed to regain his power of speech.  "I asked you first.  What do you want?" 

"I answered you." 

"No you didn't!  What do you want?" Clark asked once again with a much shakier voice. 

"You," Lex whispered as his breath ghosted over Clark's face.  "Everything from you." 

"You want to break me?  You want to take everything I am apart?" Clark asked in a whispered desperation. 

"No.  I want you to break me." 

Clark stepped away when the realization of what Lex's words meant seeped through the fog that had settled over his brain.  He walked around Lex and to the other side of the penthouse balcony.  

"I answered your question Clark," Lex said without turning.  "Now answer mine.  What do you really want?" 

"I don't want to break you." 

"Do you want to keep on playing this game?" 

A sharp intake of breath proceeded Clark's quick response.  "This Game?  No.  I'm so beyond tired of this Game." 

"You want me to win then?" 

"No." 

"You want me under your control?" 

No quick response was forthcoming this time.  Lex turned around to see Clark staring blankly out at the city lights, shoulders slumped.  "I want you to be good." 

"You want me to act the way you think is good?"  

"Yes." 

"Make me," Lex challenged. 

"How?" 

"Give me what I want." 

Clark straightened his posture and before Lex could blink, he was pinned against the outside wall with the wind knocked out of him and Clark breathing harshly against his pale skin.  "That's it," Lex encouraged him.  "Make me what you want me to be." 

"Shut up," Clark ordered.  

Lex obeyed and relaxed almost immediately against the command in Clark's voice.  His eyes lifted and locked with Clark's as soon as they met, daring him to not walk away from what they had started – not to walk away from Lex again. 

Heat radiated from Clark's body, acting as a delicious counterpoint to the biting wind whipping around them both.  

Clark kissed him.  Lex melted against him as Clark's lips seared him.  Claiming him.  Tongue driving into him.  

Something in Lex uncoiled, unclenched.  The feel of Clark against him.  The taste of him in his mouth.  It felt sweet and raw and entirely like home.  The end of the chase, he thought, and the beginning of destiny. 

"Bedroom," Clark said, breaking contact stepping back.  "Go to your bedroom."

 Lex obeyed automatically. He stopped when he reached the foot of his bed.  

"Strip."  The command came from behind.  

Lex removed his clothing quickly and efficiently.  His shivered slightly when the cool air of the bedroom hit his skin.  After his clothes were in a haphazard pile on the floor, he stood tall and waited for the next command, trying not to think too hard about what they were about to do.  Lex wanted this, but at the same time he wanted Clark to make him want it – to force his hand. 

Warm air brushed against the back of his head and he could feel Clark's heat radiating against his backside, but not the hardness of Clark's body pressed against him.  A tongue trailed over the shell of his ear and gooseflesh broke out across his skin.  

Clark trailed his fingers up and down Lex's arms with touches so light they really shouldn't have affected him much, but for some reason set off butterflies in his stomach.  He swallowed and fought to keep his breathing steady.  Clark's lips pressed down against Lex's neck, right below his ear.  So soft and so light, Clark was barely using any pressure at all.  

Lex trembled and bit his lip to keep from making any noise.  It was too light.  He could have been dreaming and that was the last thing Lex wanted.  

Clark kissed his way down Lex's neck slowly until he reached the sensitive part where it met his shoulder.  He bit down and Lex screamed, blood pooling instantly to his groin – and he was so hard.   

A soft tongue traced over the indenture left on Lex's skin, soothing it, and then Clark kissed him lightly where he had marked him.   

"I'm going to have to spank you for what you did tonight," Clark whispered in Lex's ear like someone else might have whispered verses from a sonnet.  He placed another quick kiss behind Lex's ear and his fingers stroked shivers up Lex’s spine. As it reached the back of Lex’s neck, Clark pushed until Lex was folded forwards, head down and arms braced on his bed. 

The first crack against his backside resonated around the room and came as more of a shock than anything else.  The second one hurt.  Every smack afterwards stung and it wasn't long before Lex was crying wordlessly into the thick comforter on his bed.  The spanking stopped as suddenly as it had begun.  Lex was still hard.  

"I think I've left handprints on you," Clark said with awe in his voice as he rubbed Lex's sore and reddened flesh.   

"Oh god," Lex groaned when Clark's wet tongue traced over the heated skin his hands had been caressing, first one cheek and then the other.  Clark licked over to the small of Lex's back and then traced the curve of his spine until he was softly mouthing the back of Lex's neck.  Lex could feel Clark pressed fully against him this time – and oh, he was naked.  Clark's fully hardened cock brushed against his balls and Lex moaned, unable to keep from pressing up and back against the other man. 

"You're going to be good, Lex.  You're going to be so good from now on, aren't you?"  

"Yes.  Oh god, yes Clark," Lex answered in a gravely, pornographic voice.  "So good." 

"I should have done this years ago," Clark growled.  "I should have ripped off your clothes and fucked you into that damn pool table."  He nibbled at the back of Lex' neck.  "I should have laid you out on your desk and touched you with nothing but my tongue until you begged me for more."  Lex moaned, hands clenching at his comforter.  "I could have tied you up in the barn and poured hot wax all down your chest.  You would've been mine then, wouldn't you?" 

"Yes," Lex gasped.  "Yours" 

Clark stood up.  "Move onto the bed." 

Lex crawled forward until he was fully on the mattress and turned around to watch Clark move about the room and rummage through his nightstand drawer.  Finding whatever he was looking for, Clark moved onto the bed and settled himself in between Lex's sprawled legs.  

He squeezed out some lube and slicked himself with it, then abruptly grabbed Lex's legs from behind the knees and lifted him up so that Clark could easily position himself at Lex's opening. 

Lex's breathed out and tried to relax despite every nerve in his body tingling with anticipation.  Clark pushed slowly until he breached the tight muscles of his entrance and pain shot through Lex.  It felt like Clark was splitting him in two.  He opened his eyes which had closed of their own volition and looked up to see Clark watching him with eyes so dark they almost appeared black.  

"Relax," Clark told him. 

Lex swallowed reflexively, biting his tongue to keep his usual acerbic wit at bay and relaxed.  Clark slowly slid the rest of the way in.  

Lex closed his eyes again and gave himself over to Clark completely.  The pain, the intensity of it all throbbed within him, but it was alright because – it was Clark.  Clark over him.  Clark around him.  Clark in him.  Lex had never let anyone get this close before. 

Breaking him. 

Remaking him. 

A warm hand wrapped around his cock, causing violent ripples of pleasure to course through him, and Lex surged upwards.  Flashing lights danced behind his eyelids and all he could hear was buzzing, a white noise with vague notions of moaning and names uttered like prayers.  Some distant part of him knew that it was Lex screaming Clark's name.  

Clark set a steady pace, not too slow, but no where near fast.  Lex opened his eyes again to see Clark driving into him and felt like he was falling.  Flying.   

The speed of Clark's thrusts increased and Lex looked up to see that it was Clark who was now clenching his eyes shut.  Clenching his fists in the sheets.  Biting his bottom lip so hard that Clark was bleeding.  Lex felt satisfaction knowing that he was always the one to really get under Clarks skin – the one to always make Clark bleed. 

He reached up to wipe the blood away and quickly spiraled out of control, but it was ok because Clark could catch him.  He trusted Clark, and only Clark, to contain him in the midst of the chaos they had generated between them. 

The thrum of Clark moving within him and the blur of Clark's hand on him sent Lex over the edge, screaming. 

Through an adrenaline rush of epic proportions, Lex came back to his senses enough to watch Clark coming apart above him.  He noted that it wasn't Lex's name that Clark was chanting.  

It was "mine".  

Clark collapsed on top of him and Lex welcomed the feel of his weight pinning him to the bed. 

Lex swallowed.  

His throat hurt.  

Lex had never screamed so much in his life, not even when his plane crashed into the ocean.

The End

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

 

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that
It brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my
Everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I
Can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody
Else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive