Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. I'm just holding them for ransom. If you would like them back, you can email me and I will inform you of payment methods and drop off points. The Kent boy might arrive more worn for wear and you might never see Lex again... but then again that's not my problem now is it!

Note: For my ravers in the District! "D.C trance or die!" ~3 luv ya guys. This entire story was written to the luscious tunes of Paul Oakenfold's Tranceport. This fic is also sinfully slash. ;o)

Lessons on Being Free
by Hayla

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..::Lesson I::..
..::Take a Chance::..

Lex smiled slightly as he led the dark haired boy up to the gray metal door. He turned to his friend one more time, asking the question he knew that he must. For formality sake if for nothing else. But he already knew the answer.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?"

Clark shifted slightly under his friends questioning eyes. He shuffled his feet back and forth and glanced nervously from right to left. There was no one else really around... the place almost looked deserted. And it was quiet. Not at all what he expected. He wondered in awe how such a thing could really be happening inside.

He took a deep breath, letting the air slowly push its way past his lips as he thought silently to himself. He had never done anything like this before. It was so unlike him. He had deified his friends wishes... lied to his parents... and all because of what? Peer pressure? For the one thought of tasting normality? To be normal?

Hazel blue eyes sought out cool gray. Lex's smile faltered when he saw the look of concern in his friend's eyes. Perhaps he had been mistaken after all. "Clark?" He reached over and squeezed the younger man's shoulder gently. "We don't have to if--"

"No."

The reply was so forceful, almost cutting in tone that Lex withdrew his hand almost immediately, stepping back a few feet. He put his hands in his black slacks and silently observed the youth in front of him in a flicker of hidden desire and admiration. The boy is damn headstrong when he wanted to be.

Without taking his eyes off Clark he stepped back a few more feet, hand coming to rest on the faded gray surface of the door. He pushed it open, welcoming Clark into the night world that he had never tasted before. Introductions were to be made, lessons to be taught, and an innocent boy to corrupt. Lex found the whole situation almost unbearably to his liking. He liked this... being the teacher... having control...

Clark swept past him with an air of confident grace and entered the seemingly abandoned warehouse. He was too frustrated... too confused... too unsatisfied with so much in his life that he needed this escape. And Lex, as always, had given him the perfect answer.

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"A what?"

"A rave, Clark." Lex unclasped his hands under his chin and pointed to the postcard shaped flyer the farm boy held in his hands. "You know... lights... music... beautiful people... dancing..."

"Drugs... drinking... cops busting in... nah, I don't know." Clark tossed the brightly colored invite back on Lex's desk, eyeing the older youth suspiciously. He noted with some discomfort the smile that spread across Lex's pale face. He seemed genuinely amused.

"Fun, Clark. Unadulterated freedom and... fun." He leaned forward, eyes just as intent on azure as they were on gray. "You do know about fun, Clark? Don't you?"

He broke the intense stare away, studying instead the lining of the walls and the way the curtains on the window behind Lex were tied with a small thread of gold that lead up to a black banister on the top of the paneling.

"I'll have nothing to wear." He said bluntly, not willing to give into his friend's almost charismatic pressure so easily. Unfortunately for him, Lex was just as stubborn.

"I got you covered..." Lex leaned back on his chair. Cracking into a small laugh and added, "... literally..."

"I can't dance..."

"Doesn't matter."

"I have school work..."

"It's the weekend."

"But..."

"You work too hard."

"My parents would never let me!"

"Don't tell them."

"Lex..."

"Clark!" He pushed up from his chair and stood within view of the boy's gaze, drawing full attention to himself. "Live a little! Act normal for your age! Be a rebel for god's sake... just come with me, let loose, and have a little fun while you're at it!"

The dark haired boy cocked his head as he gave the idea a thought. Lex's eyes shined brightly, knowing full well that he had just won this round of verbal judo.

"Great. I promise you. You'll have the time of your life. Trust me!"

Clark threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine, fine..." He turned and headed out of the office. He still had more deliveries to make. This is going to be interesting... he thought.

"I'll pick you up by ten tomorrow night. Don't forget," Lex called cooly after him, a small hint of triumph in his voice.

As Clark headed through the hallways to his truck outside he prayed silently to God that something would come up and give him a reason to decline such a ...generous offer.

"Shit..." He muttered as he turned over the engine on his truck. "I really can't dance..."

Rave on... Lesson II...

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