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A Thin Line
God he wanted him.
Clark Kent the mystery, that distant unobtainable boy. He wanted him so badly.
"Why are you doing this?" Those beautiful eyes, now blazing in anger, Lex Luthor liked that anger, it entranced him. "Why are you doing this Lex?" A clenched fist, tense muscles rippling under that shirt. Lex was surprised his mouth didn't water.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the defiant young boy who glared at him with hatred mixed with hurt in his eyes. This was what Lex liked, he liked that betrayed look. Dreams haunted him at night. He dreamt of writhing figures, he dreamt of pushing Clark up against the wall of that lifeless stone house and spreading his firm ass cheeks before fucking him until he begged for mercy. He dreamt of bruising that tender skin, in his dreams he bit, he tore, he was the king and Clark Kent his slave. Luthor's weren't known for being submissive.
He'd liked that in Victoria, she knew, she could play his games. She knew how to be dominated, and how to dominate. He liked that too, he wanted Clark to treat him so harshly it hurt. Lex liked the tension between the two of them. Lex had experienced sexual tension before but never this intensely. He knew that if he and Clark fucked it would be mind blowing, the sheer animal instincts of it. Lex Luthor wanted to be out of control, he was sick of this controlled life, he wanted to rage and scream. He wanted to take it all out on this tender boy. They could be so hot together. God only knew if they fucked…
If they made love.
Dreams of fucking didn't scare Lex, he liked them, and he knew them for what they were. Dreams of love scared Lex. Lex didn't like love, it clouded his judgement, it brought out a gentle loving side that Lex had tried to bury a long time ago.
Lex couldn't allow love. It was dangerous, destructive, it had to be stopped.
They could've been so good together.
"Why are you doing this Lex?" The hurt words of his friend intruded on his thoughts again. As Lex stared into the eyes of the younger man an old thought came into his head.
"It's a thin line between love and hate Clark." His eyes stared, menacing, dangerous.
They could've been so good.