Title: The Highest Bidder
Author: Lady Angel
Disclaimers: Not mine . . . if they were, it would be on HBO and on REALLY late at night.
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Please! at larabeelover@yahoo.com
Thank you: To Kira, for her neverending support and encouragement. To Kitura, for her excellent advice. And to Carolin, for encouraging me to continue the story. And to C. Roxane, thank you so much for the fine tuning! Thanks, loves!
Archive: My site and CLFF. Everyone can link if they'd like.
Challenge: Lex buys Clark at an auction.
WARNING: NC17, very adult graphic illustration!

THE HIGHEST BIDDER
by Lady Angel

~*~*~*~*~

"Mom! I can't believe you--"

"Clark, it's for a good cause!"

"But, MOM!"

"I'm afraid to ask," Lex murmured from behind Mr. Kent's shoulder, leaning against the door jam.

Jonathan smirked, but explained in the same quiet voice. "The Smallville Orphanage is having a bachelor/bachelorette auction at this year's county fair to raise money for a new wing. Guess who got signed up and by whom."

Lex's mouth dropped. "She didn't!"

"She did." Jonathan's smug smile grew.

Lex snickered, covering his mouth, but not before Clark heard him.

"Shut up, Lex! Before I sign you up!"

Pure horror. "No way in he-ah heck, farmboy."

Jonathan glanced over at the younger Luthor's frightened expression. "Right now, I'm very glad I'm a married man."

Clark slyly grinned, giving Lex a once over. "Mom, does the committee still need more bachelors?"

"Clark --" Lex warned, eyes narrowing.

"Actually . . ." Martha smiled over her shoulder, repeating Clark's once over of Lex, making the young man's eyes widening in horror. "No, they don't."

Lex sighed in relief, flashing Martha a grateful smile. Clark glared at his once beloved mother.

Who smiled beatifically. "You filled their last slot, honey."

"MOM!"


~*~*~*~*~


"A disaster! A friggin' disaster!" Clark mumbled as he paced back and forth in his loft. "I can't believe she did that! I mean, who the heck would want to buy a date with me?"

*'About everybody in the known universe, including yours truly.'* Lex hoped his eyes didn't betray his hunger. "Clark, calm down. You need to breathe --"

"You breathe! You're not the one who's gonna be humiliated beyond belief!"

"And why would you be humiliated?"

"Because no one's going to buy me that's why!"

'Not if I have anything to do with it.'

"What?"

Dear God, did he say that out loud? Lex cleared his throat, stared straight into Clark's green eyes and casually offered, "I could help you."

"How?" Clark smiled brilliantly, eagerly.

Lex eyed Clark, smiling in return. "Some clothes, a new hair style, a few pointers . . ." His smile grew into a slight leer. "You'll have to fight them off with a stick."

Clark rolled his eyes at his friend's antics. "Lex, I'd settle for just being bought."

Lex grinned like a shark.


~*~*~*~*~


"Lex. . . ."

"Do you want to be bought or not?"

"Yeah, but. . . ."

"No 'buts', farmboy, do it."

Clark sighed, reached up to undo a few of the buttons.

"One more."

"Le -ex."

"Going once, going twice . . . ."

"Bastard."

"Sorry, my birth certificate says otherwise."

Clark laughed, then glanced at himself in the mirror. *'Well, I don't look too bad.'* "What do you think, Lex? Am I marketable?" Arms out beside him, Clark did a 360.

Lex shifted in his seat, decidedly uncomfortable. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "I'd buy you." *'What the hell? I did not just say that!'*

"Really?" Clark glanced at him from under lashes and curly bangs.

Lex groaned. "You keep looking at people like that and the auction's going to be a roaring success."

Clark grinned.


~*~*~*~*~


"Lex, what did you do with my son?" Jonathan quietly stormed over to Lex's table, eyes narrowed, lips in a line so straight one could use it as a ruler.

"Mr. Kent?" Lex swallowed nervously, then glanced around for Martha.

"He's refusing to come out of the dressing room until it's his turn. What did you do to him?" Jonathan stared at Lex. His gaze wasn't exactly hostile . . . more wary than anything else.

"It's all part of the plan, sir. Anyone getting a glimpse of him now would ruin his entrance." Lex's smile was reassuring.

Jonathan hesitantly shrugged. He'd gone along with Lex's plan because he knew how nervous Clark was about being on the auction block. He was actually relieved when Lex said he would help. Never thought he'd see the day he was actually glad for a Luthor's help. Still, he and Martha had a plan in place to make sure Clark wouldn't be let down -- no matter what. "I'm trusting you, Lex."

"Yes, sir, I know." Lex met Jon's eyes dead on.

Jon studied those blue eyes, then nodded.

Lex smiled, eternally grateful for surviving that encounter, then glanced at the roster. "What's the highest bid so far?"

"Nell brought in eight hundred and Lana, eight twenty-five." Jonathan snickered. "Nell didn't look too happy when Lana got more."

The two men shared conspiratorial grins.


~*~*~*~*~


"Next up for bid . . . Mr. Clark Kent."

Clark moaned low in his throat. He really, really, *really* didn't want to do this. *'Get a grip, Kent, Mom's counting on you.'* Deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

Utter silence.

*'Oh God . . . .'*


~*~*~*~*~


The boy moved like Godiva chocolate – smooth, sinful, and decadent.

He looked like it too. Dark denim like second skin on his ass and legs, revealing male perfection. A pink shirt so pale, it nearly wasn't and didn't do a damn thing to detract from Clark's masculinity, strained against his body, vainly trying to stay on. Tantalizing glimpses of caramel skin only served to make the crowd go wilder.

All in all, one could say Clark made a good impression . . .


~*~*~*~*~


"Oh my God."
"Is that. . . ."
"Fuck me."
"I can't believe I spent all my money already!"
"Well, I didn't. Thank you, GOD! One hundred!"
"One twenty!"
"One thirty!"
"One fifty!"
"Two hundred!"

Lex causally watched the crowd's reaction to Clark, the shark's smile never leaving his handsome face. He chuckled at Clark's shock as the bids climbed higher and higher.

"Dad, tell me you've got money!"

Lex watched in amusement as Chloe attacked her father's wallet.

"Do you take checks?"
"How about credit cards?"

Martha stared in abject stupefaction at women and girls she had known nearly her whole life. "Did someone just bid nine hundred dollars for our son?"

"Yup." Jonathan grinned like a loon.


~*~*~*~*~


Clark couldn't quite believe it. Really, he couldn't. He stared and stared and continued to stare as women he delivered produce to eyed him like vegetarians gone wrong. And he couldn't quite make his body move into the practiced strut Lex had shown him. So, he stood there frozen, in complete and utter shock.

That was until Betsy Gowen pushed past several football players acting as impromptu security guards and rushed onto the stage.

For a split second, endangered species Clark Kent froze, then jumped to the side.

Couldn't quite stop his poleaxed expression as the young lady sailed right over the edge of the stage and into the crowd.

He didn't think crowd surfing was ever going to happen again within Smallville city limits.


~*~*~*~*~


Lex laughed as Clark nimbly evaded a overzealous bidder. Laughed as Clark's eyes comically widened when the bidding reached a thousand. He laughed even harder at Nell and Lana's dumbfounded expressions as the bids for the young man surpassed both of them . . . combined. He stopped laughing when an unfamiliar voice called out.

"Five thousand."

People twittered, then moved to reveal an exquisitely beautiful blonde woman. She sat only a few tables away from Lex. Her white suit screamed "expensive". She belonged at the county fair about as much as he did.

On stage, Clark looked awestruck. Then he flashed her a blinding smile.

Lex seethed. The brat was suppose to smile at him like that. Not some blonde slut. *"Five thousand, five hundred."* His strong, aristocratic voice called out his bid, demanding the attention of the masses.

That sure as hell got people's attention. Jaws dropped, people whispered. Heads swiveled back and forth as they watched the reactions of Clark, the Kents, Lex Luthor and the mysterious socialite.

Lex ignored them all, staring at the woman.

Who smiled at him, then winked at Clark. "Six." Her smile was pure challenge.

"Seven," Lex counter-offered.

Clark blinked like a newborn kitten. *'What the hell was Lex doing?'* Frantically, he tried to catch his friend's eyes.

Lex ignored him, focusing on the woman, but kept his relaxed pose.

"Eight."
"Nine."

"Lex! What the hell are you doing?" Jonathan glared at the man who just bid nine thousand dollars on his son.

Lex waved negligently. "Saving Clark from being mauled to death by that woman."

"But. . ."

"Ten."
"Eleven." Lex bit back a smile when he saw her brief pause. Frowned when she smiled.

"Twelve," she countered smoothly.

"Thirteen," he shot back, unhesitant. Luthors always got what they wanted.

"Fourteen."
"Fifteen."

With a tilt of her head, she surrendered.

Lex barely managed not to jump in victory. Instead, he regally tipped his wineglass to a worthy opponent.

"Sold, to Mr. Luthor for," the auctioneer swallowed, clearly impressed, "fifteen thousand dollars."


~*~*~*~*~


"Lex, what the hell did you do?" Clark demanded. His friend's corner table was nicely isolated, as per the millionaire's request. He ignored everyone's hushed tittering and just about anything else except Lex.

Who grinned like a barracuda. "I just bought you." His eyes leisurely traveled up and down Clark's body, mentally salivating over all the lusciously tanned skin on display. *'All mine.'* Lex really liked the sound of that.

"But, but, but. . . ." Clark forcefully stopped himself, drew in a deep breath, then leaned over. One hand on the table next to Lex, the other on the arm of his chair, effectively trapping the older man. "Why did you b—eck!" Abruptly straightened. "Lex, someone just pinched me!"

Lex chuckled. "Now who's fault is that, hmm?" The large, tanned hand nearest him, caught Lex's attention. His free hand reached over to caress the smooth, soft skin of Clark's wrist.

"Yours!" Clark glared, then swallowed hard when the fact that Lex was playing with his fingers penetrated his fogged mind. "Lex?"

"So, where do you want to go for our date?" Lex grinned up at the flushing boy. Then glanced around, his smile sharpening when he realized that Clark's body effectively shielded them from the rest of the room. The long fingers begged for attention. Lex slipped one into his mouth.

Clark knew his jaw was on the ground but he couldn't find the presence of mind to pick it up. "Date?"

"Uh huh," he murmured around Clark's finger.

"I . . . don't . . . Lex?"

"Hmm?" Lex flicked his eyes open, smiling at the growing bulge outlined in denim right at eye level. Made him suck on the long digit harder. Then added a little teeth. Delicious.

"Lex!"

"Clark!"

Both heads turned, Clark yanked his hand away from Lex. Who immediately wanted it back.

"Nancy!"

The beautiful blonde grinned at them both as she slid her body against Clark's. "Hey, Baby boy, guess I don't get to have you for dinner tonight, huh?"

Lex was once again seething as Clark blushed bright red, smiling bashfully at her, his long arms looping with familiarity about her slim body.

"I . . . sorry. Lex just got a little overzealous. . ."

"Oh really?" Nancy smiled down at Lex, pointedly glancing at his crotch. "Is that what the youngin's are calling it these days?"

Clark blushed, Lex glared, she laughed delightedly.

"Baby boy, say hello to your parental units for me." She leaned forward, catching Clark's mouth in a long kiss, pulling off with a soft sound of feminine satisfaction. "Mmm, you always taste so yummy. Bye, baby." And with that, she was gone.

Clark glanced down at Lex.

Lex glared up at Clark. "Who was that?" he asked calmly. Lex mentally patted himself on the back for not snarling the question.

"Uhm . . ." Clark was still a little dazed. "Uhm, Nancy . . . she's a family friend."

"I see."

"Ah, Lex . . . ."

"Later . . . baby boy," Lex sneered the endearment so recently used by his nemesis, "I have a check to write."


~*~*~*~*~


*The Date, two days later . . .*


Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. God.

Lex. In. Leather.

Leather. On. Lex.

Those were the only words that ran through Clark's mind. Pretty impressive since he had accidentally memorized the dictionary.

The leather pants weren't extravagant or exceptionally radical. Instead, they were just . . . sensual. The way they moved, emphasizing Lex's wicked saunter, just screamed "Sex!"

But there was something about them, other than the sheer sexiness of them, that nagged at Clark's mind. He shook off the thought, afraid. He was either gonna grab Lex's ass or come in his pants. Whichever came first. He was kinda hoping for the former.

Then those suggestive lips moved.

"Wha?"

Lex chuckled. "Still haven't recovered, huh?"

Clark didn't answer, couldn't quite find the words because he hadn't. Was he suppose to recover from wanting to jump his best friend's ass?

"Get in the car, farmboy." Lex continued to smirk as Clark rather dazedly climbed into the drop-top convertible.


~*~*~*~*~


Clark glanced nervously at his companion. "Dinner with a friend." That's how he was suppose to be viewing tonight. "Dinner with a friend." That's what Lex had said to his mom and dad when confronted.

Somehow, the whole Lex-sucking-on-his-finger-and-both-of-them-getting-a-hard-on-from-it incident didn't mesh with that concept real well.

Not unless "dinner with a friend" was Metropolitan code for something else entirely.

Clark was kinda hoping it was. And as twilight fell, the fields of corn whizzing by the car window, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

God, he wanted to touch Lex . . . wanted to so badly. But he didn't have the nerve. Didn't know what would turn Lex on. Though just about anything Lex did – turn his head, breathed – turned Clark on with painful ease. Clark always wondered what the hollow of Lex's throat would feel like. He slowly brushed his fingers against the hollow of his own throat, enjoying the feel of his sun-warmed skin. Lex's would be softer than his own, Clark knew, softer and probably cooler. He smiled. Lost in the fantasy, he moved his fingers lower, to feel his own muscles bunch and tighten under the teasing fingertips.

Clark bit back his moan at Lex's tiny, startled gasp.

He smiled, using one hand to quietly pop the studs on his shirt, using the other hand to trail his fingers up and down the line of his chest. The other hand rose to his dark brown nipple. Clark encircled it, imagining what Lex's mouth would feel like there.

Clark quietly moaned as he pinched himself. It went straight to his cock, painfully pushing against the metal zipper and tight denim. Clark teased himself, smiling at the harsh breaths from the driver's side. He lightly brushed his knuckles over his erection, smiling dreamily at the pressure, the tease.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

Clark didn't open his eyes at the curse. Didn't open them as the car jerked to a painful stop. Didn't open them as he felt the long corn stalks brush against his skin. Didn't open them as he listened to Lex's mad scramble.

Finally opened them when he felt the warmth of a hard male body straddling his own.

"Are you trying to drive me fucking insane?" Lex growled the question, hands spearing into Clark's hair.

Clark laughed quietly against the softest lips he'd ever imagined, hands caressing the taunt thighs trapping him. Loved the taste of smoky bourbon and Lex. "Is it working?"

"You tell me," Lex murmured. They both moaned as Lex ground his hard cock against Clark's washboard abs.

Lex leaned forward, breathing hot, moist air into Clark's ear, making the boy shiver. "Fuck me, Clark."

"What?" Husky laugh. "No foreplay?"

"Foreplay?" Lex jerked Clark's head back, hands clenching almost painfully, his eyes narrowed. He leaned in close, his voice a mere hiss. "Foreplay, Clark, is looking at you. Foreplay, Clark, is hearing your voice. Foreplay, Clark, is watching you touch yourself."

"Oh God."

"I'm hard, baby. All the. God. Damn. Time." Lex pouted with his voice. "I'd like some satisfaction, Clark." From begging to demanding in a single breath.

The way Lex purred the word, made flashes of heat explode along Clark's nerves. "Oh Jesus . . . Lex . . . ." He scrambled for the button and zipper, yanking it down with care over Lex's cock. Moaning just a little at the first sight. "Beautiful."

Lex whimpered, then nearly screamed when Clark pinned his ass to the dashboard and sucked his cock into the volcano-hot mouth. "Jesus . . . fuck. . . Clark . . . God, just like . . . God, beautiful. Baby, please . . . ." Panted breaths, breathing like it took everything in him to do it. Whined in his throat when Clark pulled off. "Clark?" Near desperate demand.

"Want to be inside you, Lex." Long, hot lick behind Lex's ear. "I want to fuck you."

"Jesus, yes," Lex moaned, shivering in the cool Kansas night. "C'mon, lover, do it." Lex ground down again, Clark panted as he returned the thrust.

"God, how?" He glared at the leather pants, hands kneading the rounded globes within them. The smooth, smooth leather was butter in his hands, melting and slick. Made Clark think about other things that could be just as slick.

Sharp, sharp smile. Lex leaned in, whispering, "The zipper, pretty, unzip me."

Clark stared at the already opened zipper in confusion. Licked his lips. Could taste his own desperation. "Lex?"

"It goes all the way around."

Clark moaned at the wanton smile flashing across Lex's face. He grabbed the silver tab, then pulled. The revealing hiss was only as loud as their harsh breathing. Waistband to waistband, the leather pants split wide open.

Lex smiled, then gasped as Clark explored his cleft, pushing against the welcomed intruders. He grabbed Clark's other hand, sucking on the long, blunt fingers.

Clark watched breathlessly as Lex pulled the shiny fingers out of his mouth, moving the hand around and down. Growled low in his throat when Lex pushed them into his own body. Felt like he had been knocked stupid as he watched Lex ride his hand.

Lex slowly smiled, a sharp smile of satisfaction as he worked himself open on those huge digits. Up, down, rolled his hips. Lex couldn't wait to do this with Clark's cock inside of him. Jerked his eyes open on a silent scream when Clark bent his fingers, catching the hard bump.

"Lex, need you now, please . . . Lex . . . ."

Silver blue eyes locked with verdant green as the blunt head of Clark's cock pressed against Lex's hole. He hadn't seen Clark take himself out. Measly details. He wanted Clark inside him now.

No control whatsoever as Lex savagely slammed down.

"Fuck, Lex!"

Bitten off moans and curses as Clark fought to stay completely still. God, the heat. The tight silk gripping him. He gritted his teeth, waiting for Lex to adjust.

Above him, Lex let his head hang back, gulping in lungfuls of air. "Jesus . . . Clark . . . fuck . . . *huge* . . ." Didn't regret his rash actions at all. He could barely breathe, let alone talk as the burn and stretch consumed him. He savored the feel of Clark deep inside. Pricks of light behind his closed eyes.

Clark groaned at the self-satisfied smile on Lex's lips. Bent forward, licking and sucking on all that pretty, pale skin.

"Oh, pretty, I'm . . . " Lex gulped, gasped as he shifted on Clark. He guided the boy's head as it moved on his body, using the silky strands like reins. The shark's smile back on his lips. "I'm going to ride you. So hard."

"Fuck." Clark twitched, fighting to keep still when everything in him screamed for movement. But he held still, letting Lex control it . . . control him.

Lex chuckled darkly as he rose up, barely a fraction of an inch, sliding down with teasing slowness.

"You call this hard?" Words thrown through gritted teeth.

"No, pretty," Lex laughed again, nipping Clark's ear as he whispered, "I call this payback."

"God, Lex, please . . . ."

Another small, slow thrust. "All this time, every little touch. Teasing me." Hot tongue followed by hot whisper. "I hate being teased." Lex rose up all the way, barely the tip of Clark's painful erection in him.

"Lex, please . . . ." The loss of Lex's heat was too much.

He loved hearing Clark beg, wanted to hear it again, but his body was screaming at him. So just as he promised, Lex roughly fucked Clark into Nirvana.

Clark watched as Lex rode him, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth pulling in air as an afterthought. 'Beautiful.' He leaned up, licking the bared throat. Gnashed his teeth when Lex's body swallowed him in crushing fire. God, the burn, the pull.

A strangled gasp that sounded like his lover's name fell from Lex's lips when Clark's hot hand wrapped around his cock, jacking him excruciatingly slow but hard. The perfect counter-tease.

Except it wasn't, because Lex came, screaming Clark's name.

Lex panted raggedly as he floated back into his own body. "Oh God. So good." He slumped into Clark's arms, smiling as he felt strong arms close around him, encasing him in warmth.

"Mmmm." Clark shifted. Too satiated to move, he just slumped back into his seat. At this point, he could have been lying in an iron maiden and he'd be comfortable.

Lex froze, concentrating. "Clark?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are . . . are you okay?"

"Uh huh."

Lex licked his lips, not sure how to phrase his next question . . . never having this problem before. "Clark, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Clark cracked opened his eyes to see the distraught expression on Lex's face. "Lex, what's wrong?"

Lex bit his lip. Perfect. He had wanted his first time with Clark to be perfect, had wanted the boy to come screaming his name. Instead, he had been the one screaming and left Clark still hard. He had been so caught up in the sensations, the sheer bliss of Clark touching him, that everything, including his lover's pleasure, had been fallen away. Selfish, selfish bastard. "Did . . . did I please . . . was it good for you?"

Clark flashed a brilliant smile. "*Incredible*." Dallying caresses of Lex's leather covered hips that made his heart smile.

"Then why," Lex ground down, moaning just a little. Heard Clark's hitched breath. "Are you still hard?" His heart stopped as the boy lazily smiled.

Clark slowly thrust up against his lover. "Not 'still'." Leaning to whisper in the shell of an ear, "*Again*."

Lex whimpered.

The End