Author's Note: Just one more short chapter after this one and then this episode's finished! Yahoo! Wonder if I can do it before X-Mas? Anyway, this chapter alone is the reason why the rating's been bumped up to a M so if you don't like reading "steamy" sex scenes (you know the ones I mean, the ones that make you sweat as you read them!) then please look away but if you do then read on and hope you enjoy! Please R & R and I hopefully see you all again real soon with the final update!

Author's Note 2: I also want to give my condolences to Brittany Murphy's family and friends. Like everyone who heard about Brittany's passing, I was incredibly shocked and heartbroken that another of Hollywood's favourites had been taken away from us so soon, so young. I mean, she was only 32! R.I.P Brittany, we all (and certainly I) shall miss you dearly as you join others who've also been taken away from us so soon.

Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas

After seeing Chloe at the Isis Foundation, Clark needed a lot of thinking to do. All of it to do with what happened last night. So, standing in front of the mow doors on the top floor of his barn, looking out into the horizon and enjoying the rays of the yellow Sun, Clark can't help but think that this is it. That there's never going to be a "Clark and Ollie" after this. That he's never going to be given a second chance. That he's never going to be able to ask Ollie in person for forgiveness; for throwing away the best thing he's had in a long time literally out of the window.

"You know, if you think too hard you're gonna give yourself a headache." A voice utters from somewhere behind him and Clark immediately knows who it belongs to: Oliver Queen. The voice also painfully reminds him of last night which causes a cold shiver to dance up his spine, giving him goose-bumps.

It wakes him from his thinking but it doesn't turn him away from his view of the horizon. He's too scared too. Can you believe it? He's practically invulnerable to anything, except for kryptonite and magic, and he's afraid to look Ollie, a simple human, in the eye.

"Are you going to even look at me or am I going to have to talk to the back of your head the entire conversation?"

Clark can't help but let out a small laugh, hearing Ollie laugh with him, as he builds up a little courage and gradually turns to face him. Seeing the smile on Ollie's handsome face makes Clark feel warm inside but he immediately shakes the feeling away and asks softly, "Ollie, what are doing here?"

Ollie takes a few steps closer, standing in between the sofa and the small coffee table with his hands in his back of his jeans' pockets, "To see you," he says as though it's the most obvious thing in the world, "Why else would I be here?"

He doesn't want to mention it, let alone think it, but he knows that he's going to have to ask it, "Why? Why would you after what I'd done last night? After throwing our relationship away like it was a piece of trash."

"Because you didn't, Clark. What you did and could've done if I hadn't interrupted wasn't and wouldn't have been your fault. You were under someone else's influence. I know that because Chloe explained it all to me last night at the hospital, right after she visited Jimmy."

That reminds Clark, "Oh, right, are you okay? How's your wrist?" He asks, noting that his voice's full of concern for the blond.

Ollie raises it up for Clark to see, noticing that it obviously isn't in a sling or bandaged up, "It was pronounced broken. Well --" he says with a smile still on his face, "-- until Chloe used her powers to fix it, that is. Now it's as good as new."

Clark doesn't answer. Just shows off that impressive smile that always brightens up Ollie's day, mentally thanking Chloe for what she'd done for Ollie.

Ollie steps a little closer so he's in arms length of Clark, taking Clark's hands into his, "But she's not the only one I'm thankful for. If you hadn't have saved my ass last night, I know for a fact that I wouldn't be standing before you right now."

Clark hitches a breath, too emotional to even answer Ollie but the blond understands, still smiling back at him that's so handsome that Clark's stomach can't help but flutter. That his heart can't help but beat a little faster at those words. Ollie places a palm on Clark's cheek, feeling warm against his skin, not clammy like Clark's are at this moment while the other rests itself over Clark's beating heart, "You have a strong and powerful heart Clark, filled with undeniable love for your family and friends. You also have an indomitable will to save others which is why I know for a fact that the 'Clark' I saw last night wasn't the Clark I'd fallen in love with all those months ago. It's the reason for me being here actually."

Clark's eyebrows crease in confusion. His heart beating just a little bit faster and Ollie loves the way it beats against his palm, "You see, Clark, I'm here to ask for your forgiveness. For what I said to you after finding you in that "position". I might've meant it then but finding it all out from Chloe afterward just proved how stupid I was for not seeing right through that guy's spell on you. And I'm really sorry for the hurt and the pain I'd caused because of it and I'll understand if you never want to see me again."

Clark's breath hitches after Ollie's said his word, confused at the fact that Ollie's got it the wrong way around. Surely it's he who should be apologizing for getting into that mess in the first place and without a doubt jeopardizing their relationship, not Ollie.

"That's the last thing I'd ever want Ollie. My love for you is absolute. Which is why I want to ask you for forgiveness, for what I did last night, not the other way around." He smiles, matching that of Ollie's.

"Well, if we're both asking, why don't we both just forgive and forget. Pretend that last night never happened and we're still a seemingly normal couple. Whaddya say?" Ollie asks with a hopeful shrug of the shoulders.

Clark's smile can't get any bigger, seeming to brighten the entire loft with his perfect white, gleaming teeth, "Okay. I can live with that. Forgive and forget."

"Forgive and forget," Ollie repeats before they both lean forward with intentions of kissing the other and never letting go.

Placing a hand on the back of Clark's neck and pulling him forward, and Clark wrapping his big arms around Ollie's and pulling him forward, their lips clash together in a wave of unbelievable fervour and love for one another.

"God, you don't know how much I've missed this," Ollie manages to utter in between their feverish kissing, "Missed you so much but," he stops to clash tongues with Clark, fighting for dominance but purposefully losing to allow Clark's to roam his mouth, "Never again."

Once they stop, for the simple fact that they need to breathe, Ollie stares into Clark's dazzling green eyes, hooking him by his hem of his jeans and pulling him towards the sofa. He pushes him down upon it once they're standing in front of it, watching him bounce in its softness, before raising his hands up to the buttons on his nice, green silk shirt.

Rather too nice to be wearing just to have it taken off, Clark thinks as his jeans tighten when Ollie slowly, oh so very slowly, takes his time unbuttoning them. If he doesn't hurry up, I'm gonna rip it off of him. I don't care if it cost him a lot to buy! Clark's mind screams at him, whilst Clark's trying to fight the urge not to rip the seemingly expensive clothing from off Ollie's body.

Finally Ollie opens out the shirt and allows it to fall down his back, crumpling on top of the coffee table, showing off the impressive muscular tone on his chest and abs. Clark sits up fully and grabs Ollie by his taut ass, licking a thick wet stripe up his abs once he's close enough. Ollie then lets out a slight moan, one that always sends a twitch to Clark's groin and making his jeans even tighter.

Subsequently Clark's hands then attack Ollie's belt, unfastening it before unbuttoning and unfastening the rest, able to see that Ollie's not wearing any underwear. Clark stares up at his lover/boyfriend, "Going commando?"

Ollie leans down and places a soft kiss on those plump, pink lips he loves so much before answering, "Thought it might speed up the process." He whispers, hinting his blond eyebrows along with that handsome smile.

"Good thinking," Clark states, grabbing the top of Ollie's jeans and pulling them down until they're at his ankles in which Ollie steps out of them before throwing them on the back of the sofa.

In front of Clark he can see that Ollie's arousal's already half-hard, which makes it easier for him to stimulate his sexy lover even more as he takes all of it into his mouth, his tongue massaging the underside. Ollie arches his head back, hands lightly touching the skin on Clark's shoulders as his lover continues to slide his cock in and out the wet, hot cavern that is Clark's mouth. As Clark continues to suck, even deep-throating a couple of times, earning several erotic gasps from his lover, Clark's hands travel up the back of Ollie's thighs until they rest comfortably on Ollie's taut backside, squeezing it a couple of times, earning himself more pleasing moans.

"Ooh Clark, oh that feels so good," Ollie utters, looking down to see Clark taking him all the way in, and he swears it's one of the most unbelievable sights he's ever seen, and he's seen quite a few being CEO of Queen Industries and all.

Ollie's on the verge of coming; he can feel it building, his stomach tensing, his breath quickening as Clark works his hard shaft with lips, mouth, tongue and a little teeth. A few moments later Ollie lets Clark knows he's about to cum as his name leaves his kiss-swollen lips in a short cry. Clark grips Ollie's butt firmly as the white, hot liquid hits the back of his mouth and down his throat, swallowing every last drop Ollie can muster. Clark had missed his taste, the feel of him in his mouth as he slips it out, giving the head one final kiss before Ollie pulls him up and catches his lips with his own, loving the taste of himself on Clark's lips and tongue.

"Let's take this off," Ollie suggests, tugging Clark's red shirt from the hem, who gladly helps him pull it up and over his head, "You're a little overdressed for what I have in mind."

Clark smiles, white teeth on full effect, as Ollie leans forward and takes a pert nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it until it's at its fullest. He does the same assault on the other until they're both as hard as ice. Trailing his tongue down his hard-as-steel abs, it dances in and around Clark's bellybutton before softly kissing around his groin area, just mere inches from the large tent in Clark's jeans. With one hand Ollie popped the only button, opening the jeans out and pulling down the zipper, revealing black boxers by Calvin Klein. These are new as far as Ollie's concerned. Gripping both the jeans and the boxers, Ollie pulls them down to Clark's ankles, waits for him to step out of them, and then throws them on the back of the sofa before sitting him down on it.

"Now let me show you how it's done, babe," Ollie utters, giving Clark one quick kiss on his lips before descending to Clark's groin, gripping the already hard member at its base with one hand while placing the other on one of Clark's thighs, leaning against it when he kneels down and takes it into his mouth. Head first; just licking and sucking it, tasting the eager pre-cum as it seeps from the small slit.

Clark leans back more into the softness of the sofa and this is the moment when Ollie chooses to take all of it into his mouth, just like Clark had done moments before, causing Clark to shape his lips into an 'O' and let out a throaty moan. The one no-one could make him emit except for Ollie. With both hands leaning against Clark's thighs, Ollie continues to slip Clark's hard-as-rock member in and out his mouth, just loving the feel of Clark on his lips, the taste on his tongue and the sound of Clark moaning his release, which Ollie evidently feel building up. With one last descent down to the hilt, Ollie immediately slips Clark from out of his mouth, liking the slight moan Clark gives out when he misses the wet, hot connection.

"Not yet." Ollie simply replies, his legs kneeling on either side of him, as he straddles Clark, seconds later seizing his swollen-kissed lips with his own. Ollie shifts his head more to the side so he can deepen the kiss as Clark licks Ollie's bottom lip, a sign that he wants to take over this act of pure want.

Who's Ollie to refuse a request like that? Allowing him access, Ollie all but moans as Clark's tongue clashes with his own, sucking and licking on it, letting him release all kinds of sounds. Making Clark incredibly hard, which surprises him because he thought he couldn't get any bigger.

They only stop to catch their breath, their lips literally throbbing from all the feverish kissing they've been enduring for the last 5 minutes, when Ollie presses a finger to Clark's lips and grins, "Open for me…"

Clark smiles back, gradually opening his mouth in which Ollie carefully pushes his index finger inside, moaning again when he watches Clark giving him a "finger blowjob". Once it's slick enough, he adds another and another until all three are slick with Clark's saliva. Lifting himself up onto his knees, still straddling Clark mind you, Ollie begins to tease the tight muscle between his butt cheeks with one salivated finger, moaning at the tickling feeling as it gradually loosens around it. Progressively he adds another, scissoring his tight hole which to him feels loosened and finally adds the third, as they fit inside him and all Clark can do is hold him by his hips and softly nibble at Ollie's hardened nipples.

"Are you ready, Clark?" Ollie asks in reassurance, smiling widely when Clark answers with a seductive nod, followed by a quick kiss to the rift between Ollie's muscled pecs.

Ever so slowly, Ollie spreads his cheeks with both hands and sits upon Clark's hard-as-a-rock arousal, it easily sliding home thanks to Ollie lubing himself up with Clark's saliva but still feeling slight pain before it all becomes zealous pleasure. With his palms pressing against Ollie's taut back and using his strength to hold the blonde in place, Clark starts to move slowly into the tight hole, feeling it clamp around his cock as he starts to go a little faster. Ollie's constant moaning for him to move getting the better of Clark.

Soon the sound of Clark's thighs smacking against Ollie's taut ass can be heard and as Ollie arches back, gasps of pleasure passing through his slightly-opened lips, Clark inches forward and wraps his lips around a hardened nipple. Ollie then presses a palm to the back of Clark's head, constantly gasping as his lover lathers it in saliva before giving the other one the same treatment, blowing on them in turn to maximize their hardness. Ollie smiling at the sheer fact that they couldn't possibly get any harder than they already are.

"Oh, Clark!" Ollie gasps, as Clark's arousal hits the exact muscle that causes his body to tingle with ecstasy, "Oh, I've missed this! Missed you so much!" And with that, he leans forward and captures Clark's lips, putting everything he feels about Clark, their relationship, the passionate sex! into the kiss. Clark feeling the same emotions as Ollie's smiles against the blond's lips as he proceeds to lick them with his tongue.

With Ollie's skin now glistening with beads of sweat, Clark still as dry as when they started, having superhuman stamina makes it harder for him to sweat unlike normal humans, Clark points his tongue and starts licking them up, loving the taste of salt and Ollie on it. They can both feel the build-up, Clark tirelessly lifting his hips up and down to continue hitting Ollie in just that right spot, the need to explode, the sensation gone from beyond gratifying to something that's not even been named yet. It's that phenomenal!

Clark enjoys hearing Ollie's gasps of pleasure as they escape through his kiss-swollen lips, the powerful beating of Ollie's heart as it accelerates with adrenaline, the feel of it pounding against his palms as he continues to hold up Ollie. Clark knows that Ollie can't keep it in for much longer, like Clark can, and in just a few seconds it'll all be over. Clark saddens a little at the fact that their overpowering love-making's about to end but brightens up when he sees how much love is in Ollie's green eyes as he looks down upon him.

"I love you so much Ollie!" Clark replies without a gasp for breath, seeing as he doesn't tire as easily as Ollie can, as he pulls him close and gives him a soft, loving kiss that takes Ollie's breath away.

Pulling away but not too far, about a few inches, Ollie grins and pants, "I know…love you…too! Ah! I'm…not gonna…last!" He arches his head back, holding onto Clark's shoulders as he can feel that he's about to explode any second.

"Then let it all go!" Clark then fists Ollie's pumping hard arousal, quickening his need to cum and after just a few painstakingly slow strokes, Ollie erupts, streams of hot, white liquid dotting around Clark's chest and stomach.

As Ollie erupts, his tight muscles constrict around Clark's hard sex and no sooner as they do, Clark comes hard into his lover, sealing Ollie's lips with a kiss that's simply breathtaking to the both of them. After milking into Ollie with all of his worth, Clark slumps back onto the sofa, Ollie flumping onto his chest, panting as though he's just run a marathon.

After a few seconds of catching his breath, Ollie turns his head so he's looking up at Clark, a satisfied smile on his face, "That…was…amazing." He then kissed one of Clark's nipples, enjoying the slight moan the Kryptonian gives out.

"That's certainly one way to forgive and forget," Clark replies, smiling back at Ollie who takes this moment to steal another kiss from Clark's swollen lips.

"And it's certainly not the last I hope."

"Never."

There's a moment of silence. Just the two of them, naked as the day they were born, holding each other in their arms, the breaths mingling with one another when Ollie breaks the silence, "I was wondering…I was going to ask you this last night anyway before…all "that" happened…" He stops for a moment remembering what he saw, heart sinking and slight tears forming in his eyes, when a comforting hand against his cheek and a soft caress of lips on his own brings him back to the present.

"Don't think about that Ollie. Remember, forgive and forget."

"Yeah," he then wipes away the small tears and continues with what he was about to say before interrupting himself, "Like I said, I was wondering, and you can totally say no if you want, I won't take offence but I've been thinking about it for quite a while now and I see no problems from my angle but…would it be possible to move in with you?"

This ultimately shocks Clark to quietness but, after what feels like ages, Clark smiles and captures Ollie's lips again in a passionate kiss that's filled with love and admiration for his blond lover.

"Does that give you the answer you want?" He smiled as Ollie enveloped him in his strong arms and literally took his breath away with an adoring kiss of his own.