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Lex slumped deep into the leather armchair, letting it enfold him in its dark rich embrace. The brandy snifter rested on his knee with a deceptive carelessness; the creases in his forehead and the hooded expression in his eyes were more telling.
It had not been a good day. A takeover he'd been working on for months was clearly turning hostile, he'd had a nasty run-in with some young go-getter from the Planet trying to link LuthorCorp contracts to the dealings of a corrupt Metropolis city councilman, and he'd ended it all in a meeting with his father.
It was safe to say that his mood was most foul.
There were few things that could appease Lex when he found himself in such a state. Sulking in his leather armchair in front of a fire was satisfying in a morose, self-indulgent way; turning out all the other lights and playing Wagner at top volume also helped. The glass held loosely in his hand was another diversion, a generous pour of Extra Old undulating like living gold in the flickering firelight. (He didn't even always drink the cognac - it just fit the picture too well to leave out.)
But none of these things really made him feel any better.
"Now." His voice was low but commanding, its brittle edge revealing the tension that his indolent posture masked so well. But there was something else in it too - a hint of excitement, anticipation, a point upon which his mind could turn if someone were only careful about it.
In one slow, controlled motion, Clark turned and let his flannel shirt fall to the floor. In the inconsistent light, the edges of his body were magnified: the rounded muscles of his chest, the hard plane of his jaw, the unruly outline of each inky lock of hair. His eyes, unlike Lex's, were unclouded; they took in the room, the dark, the rage and regarded it all without worry.
Lex took in a deep breath and let it out again slowly. He might be a man of power and control, but Clark's beauty and serenity outmatched him every time.
Clark didn't speak as Lex rose and closed the distance between them. It was not part of the game; he just knew there was nothing he could say.
Instead he put his mouth to better use.