DISCLAIMER - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them when I'm done with them. Story, such as it is, copyright Karen Colohan, July 2003.

Author's notes - Written for the Smallville Flash Fiction challenge. My pairing, chosen by Lady Angel, was Clark/Lex - Daily Planet. Thank you as always to Barbara for betaing.



When the elevator doors opened and Lex Luthor walked into the Daily Planet's busy news room the buzz of conversation rapidly subsided to speculative whispers. Totally at ease, he looked for all the world as if strolling casually into a room full of rabidly curious journalists was the kind of thing he did every day when, in truth, he was highly selective about the interviews he granted.

Perry White, only recently appointed as editor of the paper, peered out of his office to see what had caused the sudden hush outside. Silence was not a good thing in his experience. It generally meant that something was interfering with the work his staff were supposed to be doing.

He was more than a little surprised when he recognised the new arrival, who had rapidly become the subject of many sideways looks and whispered conversations. Perry certainly didn't remember anyone telling him that they'd managed to land an interview with the man, so what was Lex Luthor doing in his newsroom?

On the verge of approaching to find out what had prompted this unprecedented visit, Perry hesitated when he saw a wholly unexpected grin cross Luthor's face. He then abruptly changed direction, heading across the wide floor before coming to a stop beside a small, cluttered desk pushed deep into a corner.

Perry frowned as his eyes came to rest on the young man who occupied that particular desk. What could the CEO of LexCorp want with Clark Kent? The kid was just an intern and he'd only been at the Planet for a few days. Luthor needed to be handled by someone more experienced.

About to intervene, Perry stopped when Kent looked up. As his gaze settled on the man standing casually in front of his desk, Kent's face lit up with a brilliant smile.

"Lex, what are you doing here?" he asked in a rush. The smile was now accompanied by a vivid blush. "I didn't know we had any plans."

Eavesdropping without any compunction, Perry wondered how the hell a hick kid like Clark Kent came to be on first name terms with a man like Lex Luthor. And, moreover, apparently knew him well enough to have plans with him. Perry rapidly began to re-evaluate his opinion of Kent. Clearly there was plenty about him that he didn't know and that it would pay him to find out, fast.

Meanwhile, Luthor had adopted a casual pose, leaning nonchalantly against the edge of Kent's untidy desk. He looked inordinately pleased with himself as he replied, "No, we didn't have plans, Clark. I just thought it would be nice to see where you'll be working this summer."

He then leaned down, hands automatically moving to straighten the mess of files in front of Kent.

"Care to give me the grand tour?" he asked when everything appeared to be arranged to his satisfaction.

Kent blushed again, looking up from his desk to meet Luthor's eyes. "Oh, yeah, sure." He rolled his chair back and quickly stood up, studiously ignoring all the fascinated stares that were being aimed his way. "Um... would you like to see the archives?" he blurted out finally.

"I'd love to," Luthor replied smoothly as he pushed away from the desk and followed Kent across the newsroom. He seemed totally unconcerned by the stir his arrival had caused.

Once the two men had disappeared through the door leading to the other areas of the Daily Planet's offices the level of conversation rose abruptly. Perry overheard a whole spectrum of speculation as to how Clark Kent and Lex Luthor might have come to know one another. He also noted that Kent's name was being spoken with considerably more respect than it had been ten minutes ago. Contacts like that, or the lack of them, could make or break a journalist's career, after all.

Perry eyed the groups of gossiping people for a moment more before turning and retreating back into his office. His expression was thoughtful. He really needed to know a lot more about his newest intern, he decided.

"Lois, get in here. Now!" he yelled as he sat down at his desk and began to rummage through his filing for Clark Kent's personnel records.


"Archives, Clark?" Lex said with a smirk as he trailed Clark down the long corridor.

"I couldn't think of anything else to say," Clark muttered sheepishly. "And what are you doing here? Aside from totally humiliating me, that is."

Matching his stride to Clark's, Lex nudged his shoulder with his own in a companionable gesture. "So I need an excuse to see my boyfriend now?" he teased.

Lex was well aware that it embarrassed Clark when he referred to him that way and the blush re-emerged right on cue. Then again, Clark tended to turn even redder if he called him his lover and Lex had a particular dislike of referring to anyone as his significant other, so boyfriend it was.

Their relationship was still quite new, despite their long friendship. It had taken a third disastrous marriage on Lex's part to convince Clark to finally admit to his feelings and make his move. Clark had been in his second year at Met U by then and Lex had also relocated to Metropolis to oversee LexCorp's rapid expansion. Things had progressed nicely since then and, even though they were still being discreet, they were still very much in the honeymoon phase, spending as much time together as their hectic schedules allowed.

"No, you don't need an excuse," Clark said with a wry smile as he opened a door at the far end of the corridor. "You might have warned me that you were coming, though."

Lex followed Clark into a large room. The area nearest the door was crowded with filing cabinets while shelves filled with archive boxes stretched up to the ceiling, dividing the rest of the space into narrow aisles.

"That would have ruined the surprise," Lex said, flashing Clark an unapologetic grin. "I think you'll find your colleagues look at you in an entirely different light after this."

"Lex," Clark sighed. "I hardly think it's going to help my reputation to be known as the intern who's sleeping with Lex Luthor!"

"They don't know that," Lex pointed out reasonably. "All they'll see is that you're on first name terms with the CEO of a highly successful multinational corporation. Trust me, they'll sit up and take notice of you now. Even Perry White looked impressed."

Clark eyed Lex in frustration. "You don't get it, do you? And of all people I'd have thought that you would. I want to make my way on my own merits, not because of who I know."

"So you think that this was a bad idea?" Lex's expression was now carefully blank as he looked at Clark.

"It's not that I don't appreciate the thought," said Clark. "No, I do, really," he added hurriedly when Lex looked sceptical. "Please don't be mad at me. It is good to see you."

He turned his best wounded puppy look on Lex and couldn't help smiling as he watched the tension slowly drain out of the other man.

"Hm, it must be at least three hours since you left this morning," Lex said thoughtfully, apparently mollified by Clark's words. "That's a very long time to go without kissing you."

"Lex!" Clark said, a note of warning in his voice.

Deceptively innocent blue eyes fixed on his face. "You know, I think I'd like to see more of the archives. They're really quite fascinating. The earliest ones the paper keeps... I suppose they'd be back here, would they?"

Clark knew he really ought to be resisting, but Lex's hand was suddenly resting in the small of his back, its warmth sinking through the material of his shirt.

"What if someone comes in?" he protested weakly as strong fingers began to rub small circles on his skin, sending pleasant tingles along the length of his spine.

In reply, Lex simply steered him down another aisle of shelving piled high with dusty brown file boxes. Looking back, Clark could see that they were now well shielded from the door. Someone would have to be actively looking for them to realise that they were still in here.

Clark's cock began to stiffen in anticipation. Lex's eyes had a predatory light in them as he pushed Clark up against the shelves, crowding in close as he slipped his thigh between Clark's legs.

A soft whimper escaped Clark's throat and he tilted his head back. The movement disturbed a little of the dust that covered the boxes piled behind him. Lex's hand rose to brush it from Clark's shoulders, his fingers straying further upward to tease at Clark's lips.

A determined Lex really was very hard to refuse... especially when his obvious arousal was added into the equation as well. There was no mistaking the hardness pressing into Clark's hip as Lex slowly rocked against him.

"Relax, I don't think anyone has been back here in a very long time," Lex said with an encouraging smile. "But, assuming someone were to come in, as long as you're very quiet I don't think they'll even notice we're here. You won't make any noise, will you, Clark?"

Lex slid his hands across the smooth front of Clark's shirt. His fingers unerringly found Clark's nipples through the pale blue cotton. He pinched and rubbed the small nubs until Clark gasped softly, arching into the touch.

"I thought you were going to be quiet for me," Lex murmured. He leaned in closer, reaching up to nip at Clark's ear, his tongue flicking at the lobe.

With another groan, Clark bucked against Lex, rubbing his swollen cock along the strong thigh pressed between his own. "How am I supposed to stay quiet when you do things like that?" he protested.

Clark dropped his hands to Lex's hips, holding him in place so that he could rub more forcefully. His cock appreciated the extra friction. God, that felt good...

"I'm sure I can find a way to occupy your mouth; if that's what it takes," said Lex, smiling.

He nibbled his way along the line of Clark's jaw before pressing his lips firmly against his lover's. He immediately urged Clark's mouth to open with wet sweeps of his tongue. When Clark moaned helplessly, lips parting, Lex thrust deep inside, taking possession.

Clark's hands tightened their grip on Lex, shifting him until their groins were flush against one another. Lex felt rather than heard Clark's sigh of pleasure as he began to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm. Unable to stop himself, Lex began to move too, rubbing sinuously against Clark.

The friction of their clothes on sensitised skin was perfect and Lex could feel his cock leaking pre-come, leaving the front of his boxers damp. He was abruptly grateful for his long jacket, then realised that Clark didn't have a similar luxury. Damn, he had to stop this now. They couldn't just come in their pants like a pair of teenagers or the newsroom would be talking about Clark for all the wrong reasons when they went back.

With an effort, Lex pulled away from Clark, their mouths separating reluctantly. Clark's lips glistened with saliva, flushed a deep red and looking swollen from the hungry kisses they'd traded.

"Clark, slow down," Lex said urgently, trying not to let himself be distracted by the pink flash of Clark's tongue as it swept out, soothing the bitten flesh.

But, Lex..." Clark whined, leaning forward in an attempt to reclaim Lex's mouth.

"No! Stop for just a moment, Clark," Lex panted. He pushed against the hard muscle of Clark's chest as he tried to hold him at bay.

"Why?" Clark was pouting now and Lex groaned quietly. God, that expression ought to be illegal. It was totally addictive and made him want to do anything that Clark asked, but Lex knew that he had to be the responsible one here.

"We have to stop or we're both going to come in our pants," Lex said as firmly as he could. "Do you want to try and explain that to Perry White?"

All at once Clark was blushing hotly, clearly imagining the prospect of going back to his desk with his clothes stuck to him with come. He promptly dropped his face against Lex's shoulder, breathing hard.

"I think I'll die of blue balls if we stop," he muttered plaintively.

Lex laughed softly. "Don't worry, I won't let that happen. We just need to reconsider our sartorial choices first."

Clark looked confused until Lex's fingers went to work at his waistband, quickly unbuckling and unzipping. As soon as he realised what Lex was doing, Clark moved to reciprocate. Soon pants and boxers had been shoved down their thighs and their shirts had been partially unbuttoned and hitched up out of harm's way.

"I could just suck you off," Clark offered as he pulled Lex back against him.

A shiver ran through Lex at the suggestion. He knew just how talented Clark's mouth was and it was tempting, but after a moment he shook his head.

"No," he decided, angling his hips against Clark's, "this is what I want."

It didn't take long for them to find their rhythm again and it was even better now that they were pressed skin to skin. Hot and hard, their cocks slid together, pre-come painting slick patterns on their stomachs as they rubbed against one another.

Clark bent his head, closing his mouth over Lex's and kissing him with a rough hunger. Lex thrust his tongue between Clark's lips, fucking his mouth in an echo of the way that their hips were moving. Clark's hands had traced a path down Lex's back and now they curved around his ass, digging in hard enough to bruise. They clenched and unclenched, urging Lex to a faster pace, until his orgasm hovered just out of reach.

In his turn, Lex tangled his fingers in Clark's hair, pulling the dark curls out of any semblance of order. The silky texture teased his fingertips, adding to the barrage of sensations that assaulted him. Lex panted into the deep, wet kiss that locked their mouths together as pleasure suddenly exploded along his nerves.

He thrust forward, coming hard, and his cock slid through the hot fluid anointing Clark's belly. Lex's grasp on Clark's hair tightened spasmodically as he shook with the intensity of the feelings coursing through his body.

Lex abruptly found himself pulled flush against Clark's body, his lover's hips working frantically as he found his own peak. More sticky wetness spilled between them, slick and perfect. Clark finally freed his mouth, breathing harshly as he shuddered through his climax.

Tilting his head back, Lex watched Clark's face avidly as he came. Eyes squeezed tight shut and cheeks flushed, kiss swollen lips parted as he panted, gulping in air - Clark looked utterly fuckable and Lex wondered if there was any way that he could steal him away for the rest of the day.

He sighed, realising that it was probably a bad idea. It would hardly make Clark look very professional if he suddenly took the afternoon off for no good reason. He'd just have to be patient and wait until he could get Clark back to the penthouse tonight.

Carefully, Lex stroked his fingers through Clark's hair, trying to tame the mess he'd made of it. Once he'd smoothed it as much as he could, Lex's gaze drifted back down to Clark's face. The green eyes were open now, watching him with a happily sated expression.

"Did you enjoy your tour of the archives then?" Clark asked with a pleased smile.

"Oh yes, it was very educational," Lex replied, his thumb brushing one flushed cheek. "I'd love to see more of what's here sometime, but now I have to go. I'm afraid I have another appointment."

It wasn't actually true, but Lex was determined not to give in to temptation. And half naked, post-orgasmic Clark was temptation personified.

"I'm glad you came," Clark said softly, blushing when Lex's bright grin alerted him to the unintended innuendo.

"So am I," Lex teased, pressing a quick kiss to Clark's lips. "But we'd better get you tidied up and back to your desk before Perry White decides to send out a search party."

That was enough to galvanise Clark into action. He scrubbed at the sticky mess on his stomach, cursing softly under his breath. Lex took pity on him, fishing a large, clean handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and offering it to Clark.

Clark took it, murmuring grateful thanks as he quickly cleaned up. He then looked at the balled up square of linen and blushed. Lex smiled, taking the handkerchief back from him and mopping up his own skin before slipping it into his pocket again. By the time Lex had his pants pulled up and his shirt tucked neatly into his waistband, Clark also looked reasonably presentable.

Reaching out, Lex smoothed Clark's wayward hair down once more, eyeing him critically. "You'll pass," he said with a quick grin.

They threaded their way back along the aisles to the door of the archive room and Clark hurriedly sent his X-ray vision through it to the corridor outside. The coast was clear, so he and Lex stepped out of the room, closing it up behind them. They walked casually back to the newsroom, keeping a respectable distance apart.

Lex headed straight for the elevator, Clark following on his heels. As the door slid open, Lex turned to Clark and smiled. "Thank you for taking the time to show me around, it was most enlightening."

He offered his hand and Clark shook it, the angle of his body hiding the way that his thumb caressed Lex's wrist before he let go. From their behaviour no one would have thought to question whether there was more to their friendship than was apparent on the surface. Though a less casual observer might have noticed their heavy lidded eyes and oddly reddened lips, in addition to the creases in Lex's previously pristine shirt.

"I'll look forward to seeing you again soon," Clark said as he stepped back to let Lex enter the elevator.

"Likewise," Lex replied, just before the door closed.

Clark took a deep breath and squared his shoulders as he turned to go back to his desk. He was very aware of the assessing stares he was getting from his colleagues.

"Kent, my office - now!"

Wincing at the commanding tone, Clark changed direction and headed towards Perry White's office instead.

"You wanted to see me?" he said, pasting on his best innocent farm boy expression.

Perry was regarding him out of narrowed eyes. "I'm going to give you an opportunity to prove yourself," he said after a moment's pause. "It seems you have contacts in unexpected places, Kent. Contacts are vital, but so is experience, and you don't have that yet."

"Sir?" Clark wondered if Lex had any kind of clue as to just how much of a bad idea his little stunt had been.

Perry had continued his study of Clark. He seemed to be watching his reaction to the offer. "I've decided to pair you with Lois Lane for the summer," he said finally. "If you survive that, you probably have a future in this business."

Clark's eyes widened. Lois hadn't been with the Daily Planet for very long, but she was already building something of a reputation. Surely Perry wasn't serious...

"I suggest you go out there and get acquainted with your new partner, Kent."

Oh. Apparently he was.

"Thank you, sir," Clark said, sounding a little breathless. Maybe he should be thanking Lex too, very personally. "I won't let you down."

Perry leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "Call it journalistic instinct," he said, "but I think you two are going to make a good team."


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