Fic: The Love/Hate Game - Chapter Six
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five,
Chapter Six
The Night the Room Caught Fire
The second week the game is fixed. Lex hates everyone, Clark loves everyone, and Chloe hates Lex but loves Clark. It’s much better.
They’re actually able to make it past the first round, but Round Two doesn’t last very long.
Lex and Chloe have been having a terrific argument about ecco-terrorism and the political ramification of small market, third world economies, but Lex is finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
Clark has been teasing him with tender caresses. As much as the boy says he doesn’t want to play, he sure gets into the love aspect of the game.
He’s divested Lex of his shirt and now he slides the zipper on Lex’s pants up and down, up and down. It’s like he’s playing peek-a-boo with Lex’s penis.
Lex tries to hate Clark. Every now and then he smacks him on the head, but somehow he always ends up running his fingers through Clark’s luxuriously thick hair.
Ahh hair.
If Lex had a head of hair like Clark’s he would never leave the mansion.
Finally Lex can’t take anymore. He pounces on Clark and tackles him to the bed.
“Oooh, goody,” Chloe says and she jumps on the bed with them.
Everyone’s clothes go flying, except for Chloe’s, which are already neatly folded on her chair.
Lex and Chloe rip Clark’s shirt from his body.
“Hey,” Clark yells. “That’s my good blue T-shirt.”
“Too bad,” Chloe says. “You should have taken it off before the game started. Where’s your red jacket? I’m ripping that to shreds too.”
Lex isn’t in the mood to talk right now. He just wants to taste Clark.
He sucks on the smooth, powerful muscle of Clark’s shoulder. It’s the flavor of sunshine goodness. Lex wants more. He sinks his teeth down, trying to draw blood. He hears a cracking sound in his mouth and he abruptly pulls away.
“Mother fucker,” he cries. “I think I chipped a tooth.”
“Sorry,” Clark says.
Lex isn’t going to let a little discomfort deter him from the game. He’ll just have to be more careful.
He kisses and licks his way down Clark’s chest to his stomach. He likes the way Clark’s muscles quiver beneath his lips. When he reaches Clark’s cock he has to pause. It’s so beautiful and magnificent, growing harder by the second.
He takes it gingerly in his hand and places loving, soft kisses on it.
“Oh!” Clark says like he’s surprised. “That’s… ah… that’s nice.”
Lex isn’t sure what Chloe’s doing. He doesn’t really care.
Out of the corner of his eye he can see her hand slip between Clark’s legs as she cups his balls. Lex closes his eyes and pretends she’s not there.
“Uh,” Clark groans. “Oooooooh. Uh.”
This is hot, really hot. Lex can feel a sweat break out on his back. He can practically hear the crackle of flames as his passion ignites.
“Ah, guys?” Clark gulps. “Guys.”
Lex ignores him. As far as he’s concerned, the only two people in the room are him and Clark’s penis.
“Guys,” Clark yelps. “The room’s on fire.”
Lex’s eyes pop open. Chloe sits up.
“Shit,” she says. “Clark!”
“I’m sorry.”
Lex turns around. Sure enough, flames dance up the wall. Smoke begins to collect on the ceiling.
“Get out of here!” Clark yells.
Lex sprints off the bed and out of the room, Chloe close on his heels.
They huddle together in the dark hallway outside the room.
“Clark’s still in there,” Lex gasps.
He turns to go back in, but Chloe grabs his arm.
“No. He’s okay. He’s putting out the fire.”
“How can he do that?” Lex asks.
Chloe thinks for a moment. “Well, he’s… um… a volunteer fireman?”
“He is?”
“Sure,” she says. “Doesn’t that sound like something he’d do? Yeah. He’s a volunteer fireman.”
“Sir! Mr. Luthor!”
A butler and two maids come running up the stairs, but they stop short when they see Lex and Chloe naked and clutching one another.
“Is everything alright?” the butler asks.
Lex straightens up and musters as much dignity as he can. “Everything’s fine. The mansion’s on fire, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
The butler stands there, his mouth agape. One of the maids looks like she’s about to faint.
“If you say so, sir,” the butler finally manages to stammer.
Smoke shoots from the room. Clark walks out, proud and naked and the maid does faint. There’s a soot smudge across his forehead, but nothing’s singed and his hair is still in place.
“Fire’s out,” he says. “Who’s turn in the middle now?”
“Mine,” Chloe says and she follows Clark into the room. “Lex can go last.”
Lex looks at the butler and the one conscious maid. “Everything’s under control,” he says. “Go about you work.”
Then he casually strolls back into the room.
Good thing he keeps files on all his employees. No one will try to blackmail him with the shit he has on them.
Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Six
The Night the Room Caught Fire
The second week the game is fixed. Lex hates everyone, Clark loves everyone, and Chloe hates Lex but loves Clark. It’s much better.
They’re actually able to make it past the first round, but Round Two doesn’t last very long.
Lex and Chloe have been having a terrific argument about ecco-terrorism and the political ramification of small market, third world economies, but Lex is finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
Clark has been teasing him with tender caresses. As much as the boy says he doesn’t want to play, he sure gets into the love aspect of the game.
He’s divested Lex of his shirt and now he slides the zipper on Lex’s pants up and down, up and down. It’s like he’s playing peek-a-boo with Lex’s penis.
Lex tries to hate Clark. Every now and then he smacks him on the head, but somehow he always ends up running his fingers through Clark’s luxuriously thick hair.
Ahh hair.
If Lex had a head of hair like Clark’s he would never leave the mansion.
Finally Lex can’t take anymore. He pounces on Clark and tackles him to the bed.
“Oooh, goody,” Chloe says and she jumps on the bed with them.
Everyone’s clothes go flying, except for Chloe’s, which are already neatly folded on her chair.
Lex and Chloe rip Clark’s shirt from his body.
“Hey,” Clark yells. “That’s my good blue T-shirt.”
“Too bad,” Chloe says. “You should have taken it off before the game started. Where’s your red jacket? I’m ripping that to shreds too.”
Lex isn’t in the mood to talk right now. He just wants to taste Clark.
He sucks on the smooth, powerful muscle of Clark’s shoulder. It’s the flavor of sunshine goodness. Lex wants more. He sinks his teeth down, trying to draw blood. He hears a cracking sound in his mouth and he abruptly pulls away.
“Mother fucker,” he cries. “I think I chipped a tooth.”
“Sorry,” Clark says.
Lex isn’t going to let a little discomfort deter him from the game. He’ll just have to be more careful.
He kisses and licks his way down Clark’s chest to his stomach. He likes the way Clark’s muscles quiver beneath his lips. When he reaches Clark’s cock he has to pause. It’s so beautiful and magnificent, growing harder by the second.
He takes it gingerly in his hand and places loving, soft kisses on it.
“Oh!” Clark says like he’s surprised. “That’s… ah… that’s nice.”
Lex isn’t sure what Chloe’s doing. He doesn’t really care.
Out of the corner of his eye he can see her hand slip between Clark’s legs as she cups his balls. Lex closes his eyes and pretends she’s not there.
“Uh,” Clark groans. “Oooooooh. Uh.”
This is hot, really hot. Lex can feel a sweat break out on his back. He can practically hear the crackle of flames as his passion ignites.
“Ah, guys?” Clark gulps. “Guys.”
Lex ignores him. As far as he’s concerned, the only two people in the room are him and Clark’s penis.
“Guys,” Clark yelps. “The room’s on fire.”
Lex’s eyes pop open. Chloe sits up.
“Shit,” she says. “Clark!”
“I’m sorry.”
Lex turns around. Sure enough, flames dance up the wall. Smoke begins to collect on the ceiling.
“Get out of here!” Clark yells.
Lex sprints off the bed and out of the room, Chloe close on his heels.
They huddle together in the dark hallway outside the room.
“Clark’s still in there,” Lex gasps.
He turns to go back in, but Chloe grabs his arm.
“No. He’s okay. He’s putting out the fire.”
“How can he do that?” Lex asks.
Chloe thinks for a moment. “Well, he’s… um… a volunteer fireman?”
“He is?”
“Sure,” she says. “Doesn’t that sound like something he’d do? Yeah. He’s a volunteer fireman.”
“Sir! Mr. Luthor!”
A butler and two maids come running up the stairs, but they stop short when they see Lex and Chloe naked and clutching one another.
“Is everything alright?” the butler asks.
Lex straightens up and musters as much dignity as he can. “Everything’s fine. The mansion’s on fire, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
The butler stands there, his mouth agape. One of the maids looks like she’s about to faint.
“If you say so, sir,” the butler finally manages to stammer.
Smoke shoots from the room. Clark walks out, proud and naked and the maid does faint. There’s a soot smudge across his forehead, but nothing’s singed and his hair is still in place.
“Fire’s out,” he says. “Who’s turn in the middle now?”
“Mine,” Chloe says and she follows Clark into the room. “Lex can go last.”
Lex looks at the butler and the one conscious maid. “Everything’s under control,” he says. “Go about you work.”
Then he casually strolls back into the room.
Good thing he keeps files on all his employees. No one will try to blackmail him with the shit he has on them.
Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen