Author's Notes: so um, let's see this week we are getting the Valentines Day episode of Smallville. Clark gets high on Red K and runs around kissing all the girls and—telling them how he feels about them. Well in my universe Clark only has one person on his mind when he becomes infected with the Red Kryptonite and that is Lex. Slightly AU, very smutty slash and spoilers for Crimson and everything that came before it.

"It's a strange sad affair
Sometimes seems like we just don't care
Don't waste time feeling hurt
We've been through hell together," Todd Rundgren

Clark bursts into my office unannounced and—as usual—uninvited. He walks right up to my desk, as if he owned the place and smiles down at me, running a hand through his hair, and making that face.

"I'm a little busy here Clark, so if we could just skip the games and get to the part where you tell me what I've supposedly done wrong, that would be great."

"You're marrying Lana," he says, as if he were accusing me of some terrible crime and not this.

"Yes, well she doesn't belong to you, Clark. You're the one who broke up with her, not to mention the fact that she's pregnant with my child."

"In some cultures, they say that if you save somebody's life, they owe you for all eternity, or at least for as long as they stay—alive," he informs me, sitting on the edge of my desk.

"Remarkable as it may seem, I already knew that. I gave you the truck; you just chose not to keep it, in case you've forgotten."

"The truck was your way of paying me back for my pulling you out of the Porsche after you drove it off the bridge. I haven't been keeping complete track, but I think I've rescued you at least fifty times since then."

"I see. And how exactly do you think I should go about repaying those debts?" I ask, as I stand up to face him. Clark pushes me up against the wall and kisses me roughly. His hands run down my shoulders, back, and finally he grabs my waist, possessively.

"I'm sure we can think of something," he tells me, digging his fingers into the waistband of my pants.

"Clark? Are you feeling alright?" I know I shouldn't ask. I've been dreaming about this for years, pretty much since the day we met, but at first he was too young and then he was with Lana and then…he hated me. I never thought I'd get to see this happen. I should pinch myself, but if this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up.

"I've never felt better in my life," he informs me. Clark takes his hands off of my hips, and rips my shirt open. Buttons fly off in every direction.

"Do you have any idea how much that shirt was worth?" I shout, no longer caring whether I piss him off. This is unacceptable. Clark chuckles, leans down and wraps his tongue around my left nipple for a moment and then pulls away.

"You can take that off of whatever you owe me. We'll call it what—two rescues? Now are we going to do this or not?"

"What is going on with you today? You—you're acting like a completely different person." He laughs again.

"I'm acting more like myself than ever," he says dropping to his knees and yanking my pants and boxers off so quickly that it almost hurts. "Did you really think I hadn't noticed the way you look at me? Anytime you get anywhere near me, it looks like you've got a spaceship stuffed down the front of your pants."

Clark wraps his lips around my rapidly stiffening cock, running his tongue up and down the shaft. He starts sucking and licking, and ever so carefully scraping his teeth against me. It's better than I ever imagined and I have to close my eyes, as I lean back against the wall. Sweat pours off of my body. My heart is racing. My legs are shaking. My cock starts to spasm, and I cum, hard. Then, all of a sudden Clark is holding me up, because I have no strength left.

"That. Was. The. Most. Incredible. Thing. I. Have. Ever. Felt." I can hardly breath, it feels so good.

"You still think that you and Lana belong together?" He asks, dropping me back into the chair and walking towards the door. "Or do you wanna be with me?" And then, before I can answer, he's gone, but I know he'll be back and I know what I'm going to tell him.