Sorry to all who have been awaiting this chapter for over a month (I've been a crappy author and you have my heartfelt apologies!) it's been a total mission getting this chapter written: i know where i'm going with this, it's just how i'm getting there that's a problem!

Previously:

"Yeah, Clark, it was all true. And it didn't tell me your secrets, but if it had, I would have known it was the truth, since all it said about me was true. But that isn't how I want our secrets to be shared. I don't want to have to trust you because someone made a tape to tell us everything about one another. I want a choice, so you know, when I tell you things, that I want you to know: that I trust you. That I know you're worth the risk."

Chapter seven: Surveillance-Hearing You Moan

"Oh." Was all Clark could think to say in response.

Neither Clark nor Lex looked at one another. Neither one spoke. Clark glanced up through his fringe at Lex, who was looking down and to his right: he was blushing. Clark smiled before he could help it.

"You're worth the risk too, Lex. I'll tell you everything you want to know-"

"Not now. Wait until you want to tell me everything. Don't tell me because you feel you have to: think about it some more first… don't let it be a regret or a rash decision."

Clark looked as though he was about to protest so Lex raised a hand and continued

"We have more important things to worry about right now anyway. We need to know who sent these… I'll get to work on an analysis. Do you know of anyone who might be capable of this? Or have any idea it my have been accomplished?"

"I honestly don't know Lex… it could be anyone considering this is Smallville… and it could've been done any way, but considering track history- I'd bet it has to do with the meteor rocks."

"Hmm…" Lex pondered glancing at clack then away again "Where did you find the photo?"

"My room."

"And the tape…?"

"On my bed."

Lex blushed again. Clark stared avidly at the pink tinge gracing his cheeks and grinned.

"Well, it's someone who has access to your room, one way or another then; since blackmail is acceptable to them, I'm going to assume breaking and entering probably is too, and therefore we don't have to consider your parents our only suspects… 'cause god only knows your father sending these things would be disturbing…" Lex seemed to be babbling a little along with the blush "I'd like to have your room put under surveillance… if that's ok with you?" Lex glanced up to meet Clark's eye nervously.

Clark's grin was blinding; he was very close to laughing.

"You were nervous about asking that!" Clark grinned, "I've never seen you nervous like that before." Clark was laughing now.

"Clark, I know what teenage boys do in their bedrooms… and considering what was on the tape…" Lex wasn't looking at him again.

Clark raised his eyebrows, considering this. Lex would be able to watch him jerk-off, as well as seeing him using his powers: he'd have to be careful if he said yes. He thought about Lex watching him and decided it wasn't the time or place for such thoughts.

"Lex, if you wanted to watch me jerk-off, I doubt you'd do anything so obvious as ask to put surveillance in my bedroom."

"For someone with so many secrets, your candour is impressive."

"Yeah well, for someone with so much experience, you blush like a virgin."

Stagnant silence pooled.

"Oh-my-god-I-can't-believe-I-just-said-that…" Clark blurted, whist blushing crimson and staring at his shoes. Lex's mouth was hanging open as Clark continued, attempting to brush over the comment.

"My dad would go crazy if he knew I was going to let a Luthor put a camera in my bedroom…"

"Clark, most parents wouldn't be thrilled about that. I think anger is a fairly normal response to discovering your children' are being filmed by eccentric billionaires in their bedroom's."

"Lex, you're not eccentric."

Lex held the picture between trembling fingers. Clark had left to research the mysterious matchmaker some moments ago, and Lex had intended to begin his analysis of the photo right away, since he didn't dare brave listening to the tape again so soon. He'd thought the photo a soft option: he'd been wrong.

He stared down at photo-Clark's bobbing head and his own face contorted in ecstasy, then he shut his eyes and placed the photo down gently on the workbench. He took a long, deep breath and opened his eyes to look again: it was still moving in silent tantalisation of a building climax, the forced silence so eerie, in contrast to the furious pounding of blood in Lex's ears. His eyes seemed to be clouding over grey and burning, begging to be closed. A hot rush flowed through his body and he moved out of the lab as quickly as he could, using all his self-control not to just come staring at Clark sucking him off.

"Oh god…" He whispered under his breath as he walked weakly down the corridor away from the lab, wondering how he'd ever be able to look at the photo without coming, never mind analyse it.

His body was burning and his erection was aching and he couldn't get the image of Clark on his knees, pretty lips wide open, out of his mind. He leaned against the wall, unable to move for a moment; the strange burning desire flowing through him in heated waves. He leaned against the wall imaging Clark in front of him right there, on his knees.

Lex wanted to hear Clark moan, wanted to hear him come. Lex's lust filled body was demanding it and his mind kept coming back to the tape… what happened next on the tape?

He had to go back and listen. Had to hear Clark.

He stumbled back towards the lab unable to think rationally except that he needed to know what happened next: it was important. More important than anything else.

Lex put his hand on the play button of the old tape player; his heart was racing.

"-cock in my mouth." Clark's husky voice reverberated through the otherwise silent room. Lex's chest heaved at that sound and his gaze landed on the photo lying on the desk across from him.

"I'm up for that, Clark, in more ways than one…"

"I can see that, Lex." Clark's voice definitely had him grinning right then. The sound of a zipper rang loudly through the room and Lex gasped. "Just so you know, Lex, I've dreamed of this, fantasised about it… about making you come, about hearing you moan my name, about tasting you and fucking you-"

"Oh fuck! Clark!" the gasping and moaning of Lex's own voice coincided with Lex's knees faltering and his own cry of "oh fuck!"

"Clark, I'm gonna come! Oh fuck, Clark!"

Meanwhile, just beyond the borders of the Luthor estate, Clark's super-hearing was making it very difficult for him to focus on the task at hand… or anything other than Lex and the tape conversation… and Lex moaning him name.

Ok, apologies for the meandering nature of this story… this chapter is rushed and somewhat spontaneous… and I don't think it helped much with the mystery of the tape much… all will be revealed though, I promise!

Anyways, I dunno what you guys thought of this chapter- I know not that much happened really, but any feedback would be much appreciated! anything you guys wanna see in this story- i'm open to suggestions, although the main plot is written already grin i know who it is!

Please review- keeps me writing : )