Title: Learning The Ropes
Authors: Creed Cascade and T.J.
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Status: new
Archive: If you want it, go ahead.  Just knock one of us upside the head and let us know.
Feedback: TazzyJan@aol.com and creed_cascade@hotmail.com
Other websites: http://www.angelfire.com/weird/openairinsaneasylum/index1.htm
Notes: This work is a collaboration between Creed and T.J. who seem to equally share twisted, demented minds.
Summary:  An answer to the Clexfest Challenge, Lex flashes Clark that casual, sexy, dismissive smirk once too often and learns that "Virgin" does not mean "Submissive".  We also incorporated a bit of the "Dungeon" challenge.  :)

Learning The Ropes
By Creed Cascade and TJ

"Lex, what is this place?" Clark asked, eyes wide as he took in the various pieces of *equipment* that littered the room.

"It's a dungeon, Clark," Lex replied, that trademark half smirk on his face.  "No castle would be complete without one."

Clark looked up at Lex and caught the taunting look on his friend's face. Lex was teasing him.  Bringing him down here and showing him all this and then just... smiling... at him.  Well, Clark was tired of the games.  He might still be a virgin but that didn't mean he didn't know what he wanted. And what he wanted more than anything was standing a few feet away from him, leaning against what could only be a rack, and smirking at him.

"You know, Lex," Clark said as he stalked toward his friend.  He was pleased to see that damn smirk slip just a bit as he moved into Lex's personal space.  "Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm submissive."

The words were practically purred into Lex's ear and the man couldn't stop the shiver of desire that shot straight through him.  "You could have fooled me," Lex countered.  "I mean you never take what you want... or who you want, like Lana."

"Wrong," Clark said, whisper quiet as his hand shot out to wrap around the back of Lex's neck.  He jerked his friend forward hard and covered the stunned man's mouth with his own.  He shoved his tongue inside roughly, tasting every bit of Lex's mouth that he could before pulling away.  "I just never knew you wanted me to *take* it."

"Little boys shouldn't play at men's games," Lex smirked back.

Clark slid his hands down and grabbed Lex by the wrists tight enough to make the other man wince.  Slowly, he pulled Lex's arms back until his hands were locked over his ass.  Shifting his grip, Clark encircled both slim wrists with one hand.  That left the other one free to grab Lex by the neck, Clark's thumb digging in just under his chin to force his head up and back.

"This little boy could snap your neck," Clark said in a low dangerous tone.  "You've been teasing me for too long, Lex."

"So what are you going to do about it?" Lex asked, trying to keep the tremor from his voice.  It wasn't that he was afraid of Clark.  This was just a side of his friend he'd never seen before.  It was a side of Clark he definitely wanted to get to know.

"I'm going to show you exactly how much of a man I am," Clark said with bravado.  His eyes moved around the room taking in the equipment.  When he lingered on the restraint table he felt Lex's breath catch.

Lex held his breath as Clark walked them other to the table he'd eyed.  Manacles and handcuffs of all types littered the table as well as various gags and other items.  Lex watched as Clark looked over everything, seeming to weigh his choices carefully before making his decision.

"Do you need me to show you how to use anything?" Lex breathed the offer quietly.

"Not yet," Clark said.  "Just tell me if I hurt you, okay?"

"Maybe I want that," Lex said in an even tone.

"Maybe," Clark conceded, then jerked Lex up against him hard.  "But this isn't about what you want.  Now is it?  And besides, I never said I would stop.  I just want to know."

"Guess it's always the quiet ones you have to be careful of," Lex half laughed.

Clark leaned down and kissed him again hard.  Lex struggled in his grip at the bruising intensity of the kiss, but Clark held him in place.  Lex needed to realize that he wasn't the one calling the shots this time. 

Lex felt Clark trying to dominate the kiss and he wasn't going to let him have power that easily.  He'd never made it easy for them.  Lex nipped at Clark's bottom lip and smirked in satisfaction when Clark yipped in surprise.

"I don't want to have to gag you, but I will if you make me," Clark said sternly.  "And if I don't get to kiss you whenever I want, I'm not going to be happy.  Trust me, Lex.  You want me happy right now."

"You're much too easy to aggravate," Lex quipped.

Clark stared at his friend then shook his head with a smile.  If that's the way Lex really wanted it, he would be more than happy to oblige.  Reaching over, he picked up a rubber ball-gag.  He was pleased to see the apprehension flicker in Lex's eyes as he shoved the thick rubber into his friend's mouth and buckled it in place.

"Don't give me that look," Clark shook his head.  "You obviously like what I'm doing or you wouldn't be so hard.  And you're the one who owns this stuff and just so happened to bring me here."

Lex moaned into the gag and tried to pull away but Clark held him in place easily.  He could feel his body responding to the rather forceful handling and flushed.  It was true, he had brought Clark down here but this was *not* what he had intended. 

"Do you usually bring women down here?" Clark asked off handily as he picked Lex up by the hips and easily plopped him down on a nearby padded table.  "Are you the one who likes to be in control?"

Lex turned his head away, ignoring the questions.  Of course he liked to be in control.  He was a Luthor, after all.  And Clark, of all people, knew that.

"You may like to be in control, Lex," Clark said, caressing Lex's neck.  "But you're a bigger tease than anything else and you've met your match in me."

Lex whimpered at the soft touch, so unlike what he was expecting.  He should have known Clark wouldn't really hurt him.  Still, he kept his head turned, refusing to acknowledge the young man's words.

Clark's hand seized Lex's chin gently but firmly, shifting Lex to meet his gaze.  "You want what I can give you.  You've been sniffing around me since day one, trying to mould me into what you want.  Well, I think this is what you really want."

Lex tried to shake his head, but Clark's grip on his chin wouldn't allow it.  He looked into calm hazel eyes and realized that the boy was right.  This was what he wanted, what he desperately needed in fact.  That did not mean that he was going to make it easy for him.  He couldn't.  Not and still be Lex when this was all said and done.

"I like you like this," Clark noted, now running a finger down the gag.  "I can say whatever I want and you have to listen.  There are going to be some changes from now on, Lex."

Lex closed his eyes and shuddered as Clark ran his finger over the gag and down his neck.  He was so hungry for any touch from this young man.  It was all he could do not to press forward to silently beg for more.  Whatever Clark wanted, he could have.  Whatever he demanded, Lex would gladly let him take.

Clark could feel the warmth pouring off of Lex and see the need shining in his eyes.  He backed away suddenly and raised his hands in the air, palms up.  "This is one of the things that going to change, Lex.  You have to come to me.  I didn't restrain your arms.  If you want me... take out the gag, keep silent and prove it."

Lex stared at Clark.  This wasn't how it was supposed to go.  Clark was supposed to take what he wanted.  He wasn't supposed to make Lex participate.  But the alternative was that Clark would leave.  Lex knew that as surely as he knew he'd hit the boy with his damn car on that bridge. 

"There's no bigger restraint than your own stubborn pride," Clark taunted.  "If you want me, go down on your knees and prove it."

With shaking hands, Lex reached up and undid the clasp on the gag.  It took him a moment to work the thick ball out of his mouth but he managed it and lay it down on the table beside him.  He couldn't risk even glancing at Clark right now.  He knew it would be too much and he would never be able to do this.  So with his eyes firmly fixed on the floor he slid off the table and onto his knees.

Clark moved his hands to rest on Lex's neck and shoulders, but he didn't push or guide his movement.  Lex had to do this.  He had to prove it to both of them.  He almost backed down when Lex's trembling hands began to fumble with his jeans.  Clark could see how hard this was for Lex.  He could see how hard the man was struggling to do what was being demanded of him.  Clark didn't think he'd ever been more proud of him than right then.

"You'll be the first one to ever touch me like this," Clark whispered in encouragement.

Lex hesitated at Clark's words, unsure what to do.  He felt his humiliation spike at the thought of being put on his knees like this by a virgin.  His whole body was shaking as he forced himself to push Clark's jeans and underwear down, baring him.

"Do it, Lex," Clark prompted again, the idea of his first blowjob making him edgy.  "Prove you want me even if you don't love me.  Give me this much."

"Both..." Lex whispered as he leaned forward and took Clark's cock in his mouth for the first time.  The boy was rock hard and he thrust forward a bit before bringing himself back under control.  Lex really wished he could stop shaking so he could do this right but everything was happening so fast he simply was not able to keep up with it.

Had Lex just implied that he loved him?  Clark moaned at the very idea.  "I want to be able to keep you..."

Lex whimpered around the cock in his mouth.  The thought of Clark keeping him made him ache.  He wanted that.  He wanted that more than he'd wanted anything in a very long time.  He sucked hard on Clark's cock, sliding his mouth down as far as he could, hoping to show the other man that he wanted that, too.

"I love you," Clark croaked and suddenly he was shuddering and cumming in Lex's mouth.  He wanted to last longer, but he was just too excited.

Lex swallowed convulsively as Clark came in his mouth.  The softly spoken words had thrown him off so much he nearly choked.  In the end, he managed to swallow it all then gently clean Clark's shrinking organ.  Only then did he realize he was still painfully hard himself.  He didn't even think about touching himself, though.  Clark hadn't given him permission.

"God... Leeex," Clark groaned appreciatively, losing all of his dominant veneer for now.  Now he was simply grateful and feeling loved.

Lex let Clark's flesh slide slowly from his mouth and sat back.  He still kept his eyes down, afraid of what he might see if he dared to look up.  This was not something he did.  Even the few times he had allowed himself to bottom, he'd never willingly gotten on his knees for any man. 

"Tell me what you want, Lex," Clark demanded in a firm voice.

"I... I can't..." Lex whispered.  He could still taste Clark in his mouth, still taste the young man's essence that he had so readily swallowed.  He wanted more.  Wanted to taste that again and again until Clark filled him up with the stuff but there was no way in hell he could say that out loud.

"Tell me," Clark said simply.  No matter the bondage equipment in the room, he knew the most complex form of control was authority.  You could control with a few well chosen words.

"Nothing I can have," Lex replied.  It was the truth, even if it wasn't what Clark wanted to hear.  Lex could never have Clark.  Clark deserved someone good, someone... worthy.  And that was not Lex Luthor.

"I thought Luthors could have anything they wanted," Clark countered.

"Not this," Lex said, shaking his head.

"I'll give you anything that's in my power to give."

"You can't give me this," Lex said with a short bark of laughter that came out more like a sob than anything else.  Sighing in defeat, Lex whispered into the silence.  "I want you.  You're the one thing I want that I can never have."

"I can't give you want you already own," Clark actually smiled down at Lex.

"No," Lex said, shaking his head vehemently.  "I don't deserve you.  Look at me.  On my knees like some whore.  You deserve so much better than this."

"Lex..." Clark tsked reaching out and caressing Lex's cheek.  "You've been teasing me since day one better than any whore ever could.  Looking back, I'm surprised you didn't try and slip me tongue at the river."

"I would have but I was too surprised to be alive.  I wasn't supposed to be.  I was supposed to be with my mom.  You wouldn't let me go, though."  Lex risked a glance up at Clark's face then quickly looked back down. 

"You're right... I've been alone too long.  I've saved a couple of people now, but you're the only one I want to keep.  You belong to me, Lex.  We're stuck together, bound by death... and that fucking meteor storm."

"You want to... to keep me?" Lex asked, his pulse quickening at the very thought. 

"If you don't mind a completely obsessive and possessive teenager hanging around," Clark teased gently.  He was already sure of the outcome of this interaction.  He wouldn't be alone anymore.

"So what, you plan on coming by and getting sucked whenever it suits you?" Lex asked, suddenly bristling for no apparent reason.  He couldn't seem to stop himself from pushing Clark, though.  He supposed he needed proof just as much as Clark had earlier.

"Mmmm, pretty much," Clark nodded.  "It does sound like a plan to me."

"And what if I say no?" Lex asked.  Did this boy really think he was going to turn Lex into his own personal cocksucker?

Clark seemed to consider the matter and then answered, "Then I could always fuck you."

Lex gasped and held his breath.  He'd never imagined Clark could be like this.  It was the fulfillment of every fantasy he'd dared to let himself have about the boy.  And he could tell Clark meant every word of it, too.  If Lex fought him, he'd put him on his hands and knees and fuck him.  Lex wondered for a moment how hard he would have to push to make Clark do it.

"You know what Lex?" Clark asked, half laughing at Lex's startled yet turned on expression.  "Whitney thought we were already doing it.  He asked me if I could spend the rest of my life getting fucked by you... I know, thought, that I could happily spend the rest of my life fucking you."

"Then what's stopping you?" Lex asked, his pulse quickening and his breathing turning shallow. "We both know I'm no match for you physically. You could do anything you wanted to me and there's nothing I could do about it."

Clark blinked.  They’d been dancing around the issues of his alien-ness, never saying one way or the other for the sake of their friendship.  “You think I’d rape you?”

"You can do anything you want to me, Clark," Lex whispered, the fine tremors turning into all out shaking as he said the words.

“But I wouldn’t do that, Lex…” Clark shook his head.  “There’s a difference between wanting to possess every inch of you and taking it now… rather than saving what we have from your own self destructive urges.  I may be the virgin, Lex… but I’m more ready for what we share than you are.”

"I'm sorry," Lex whispered, hanging his head. He'd behaved like a slut and Clark had seen right through him. He couldn't stand the thought of disappointing the other man in this. Clark simply didn't understand that the only thing Lex truly had to offer him was... this.

“We’ll teach each other…” Clark whispered, pulling Lex to his feet and maneuvering him until Lex’s back was to his stomach.  He hooked one arm around Lex’s waist and worked the other arm into Lex’s pants after slowly lowering the zipper.  “I’ll teach you how to love and you can teach me how to fuck..”

"Clark!" Lex cried out when his lover's large hand closed over his cock. He was rock hard and perilously close to the edge. He tried to thrust forward but Clark's arm around his waist held him firmly in place.

“Go ahead, Lex,” Clark encouraged, pumping the cock in his grasp.  “I know how hot sucking me made you.”

"Clark..." Lex moaned, giving himself over to the sensations coursing through his body. He leaned his head back to rest on Clark's shoulder. He felt a tremor run through Clark as he sought even more contact, then Lex was cumming, thick ropes of cum splattering on the cold stone floor as Clark continued to stroke him.

“You know what the funny thing is…” Clark whispered into Lex’s ear.  “I somehow got out of this little encounter with my virginity intact.  You did all the work.”

"You penetrated my mouth," Lex panted. "Technically, you're no longer a virgin. Even if your ass still is."

“Well that’s a bonus then,” Clark laughed.  “Now I can brag in the locker room next time that I have personally had the best blowjob in known existence.”

"Not like you had much to compare it to," Lex said, an unaccustomed bit of insecurity creeping into his voice.

“Anything you do is perfect to me.”

"No," Lex shook his head, unable to accept the idea that Clark found him perfect.

“Mmmm hmmm,” Clark countered.  “Even your mistakes are hot.”

"I'm not good enough for you," Lex told him. "If you're smart you'll get as far away from me as you can."

“I’ve been called a big, dumb farm boy before,” Clark said offhandedly and tightened his hold on Lex.  “Being smart never was one of my strong points.”

"Clark, let me go," Lex said, the pleading tone in his voice embarrassing but it was too late to take the words back. He needed some space. This was too close, too... real. He needed some distance before Clark tore through every wall he had and laid waste to what was left of his heart.

“I thought we’d already been through this,” Clark tsked, giving Lex’s cock a little squeeze.  “You belong to me and I don’t want to let you go.”

"You plan on holding onto me forever?" Lex asked, trying to make it sound like a challenge rather than the desperate question it was. His heart was literally pounding in his chest as he waited for Clark's answer.

“Nothing could make me let you go,” Clark whispered.

"Promise?"

Clark sighed and nodded.  He quickly realized that Lex was insecure at this very moment and it would take something extreme to reassure him.  His eyes darted around the room until they fell on the restraint table again.  He stretched his hand out and grabbed a thin, black leather collar.  He examined it and was pleased to find Lex’s good taste apparently extended to bondage equipment.

Lex saw the object in Clark's hand and held his breath. No one had ever dared try to collar him before. If they had, he would have had their balls on a platter. But with Clark it was different. He found himself yearning for it and that scared him badly.

“This is my promise,” Clark said simply and secured the slim collar around Lex’s neck.  When Lex reached up to touch the thin leather Clark spun him around. Holding him by the chin again, he forced Lex to look him in the eye. "You don't ever take it off. My hands are the only ones that remove it. You sleep in it. You shower in it. You wear it to the plant. You wear it to see your dad. You wear it to see my dad. Do you understand me, Lex?"

“Y-y-yes…” Lex stuttered, staring at Clark with wide eyes, but then something else popped into his mind.  “But what about you?”

"What about me?" Clark asked his eyes still serious even as he smiled.

“How will others know you’re taken?”

"Is that what you want?" Clark asked. "For everyone else to know that I'm off the market?"

“I don’t like other people playing with my toys,” Lex grumbled.

"Oh Lex," Clark breathed. "I might give myself to you, but I'm not your toy. Tell me what you're afraid of."

“I’m not afraid of anything…” Lex denied.

"Don't lie to me, Lex," Clark admonished gently. "I don't want you to ever lie to me. Because when you lie to me, it means I can't trust you. And if I can't trust you then I can't share my secrets with you. I really want to trust you, Lex. But it's something you have to earn. Now I'll ask you again. What are you afraid of?"

“Maybe… maybe I’m afraid of losing you to someone else…” Lex admitted reluctantly.

"Good enough," Clark relented, knowing how hard giving up any semblance of control was for Lex. He knew there would be many mores scenes like this as he slowly pried the truth from his new lover. But for now, this was enough. "Tell me what you'd like me to do. How do you want me to show the world that I'm taken?"

“I… I don’t know,” Lex admitted.  “I was thinking of a tattoo… but you’re too young for that.”

"I don't think I can get a tattoo," Clark said thoughtfully. "What about... a piece of jewelry? Nothing fancy. Nothing expensive. Maybe something in braided leather to commemorate our first time?"

“What do you mean nothing fancy or expensive?” Lex huffed a little.  Jewelry he could do and this was something he knew much more about than Clark.  “I’ll have something custom made for you.  Maybe a nice earring… something public.”

"No, Lex," Clark said. "You can go shopping with me for it but I get to pick it out. You'll pay for it, but you get no say in what I choose. Once I turn eighteen we can see about getting something more... extravagant."

“Sure, Clark…” Lex agreed absently, already running through designs in his head.  His lover would never wear anything as mundane as ‘store bought’.

"Lex," Clark said sharply, giving Lex a little shake. "Do I need to remind you of who's in charge here already?"

“There are some battles you just won’t win,” Lex smirked at Clark. “Fashion is one of them.”

"Lex, if I have to paddle your ass tonight I'm going to be very unhappy," Clark said. "And if I that happens, I won't even let you come with me to pick it out."

“Go ahead if you want,” Lex shot back. “It’ll be pretty hard since it’ll be after your curfew soon.  And I won’t have my lover wearing anything someone else has.”

"Lex, let me try to explain this to you," Clark began as he backpedaled toward a nearby bench. This one was equipped with manacles on the side and Clark wasted no time in getting Lex's arms fastened down so he was bent over the bench at the waist. "If people realize what I'm wearing is from you..." Swat. "And then they realize why I am wearing it..." Swat. "You..." Swat. "Will..." Swat. "Go..." Swat. "To..." Swat. "Jail..." Swat.

“Then we’ll make…” Lex stopped momentarily as Clark swatted him again.  “…make sure… it’s discreet.”

Clark laid several more carefully controlled swats to Lex's pants covered backside. Only when his lover actually grunted in pain did he stop. "You can show me anything you like, but the choice is still mine. If I don't like any of them I'll pick out something for myself whether you like it or not. Understand?"

“Fine…” Lex grunted, his eyes tearing a little.  “But I want one thing you own to be just from me.  Something unique that no one else has.”

"I already have that," Clark laughed. At Lex's puzzled expression he squeezed his sore cheeks, making him cry out and squirm. "I got something no one else ever gets to have. And it's all mine. Isn't it?"

“Smug bastard…” Lex growled under his breath.

"That's right," Clark smiled, then turned serious once more. Spanking Lex had had more of an affect on him that he'd thought. Squeezing Lex's ass again he leaned over the man until his lips just brushed Lex's ear. "And I'm about to be a snug bastard, too."

END.