Notes: Written for Halloween, 2005. Thanks to minaloush for the quick beta.

"Lex? You weren't in your office but your security said you were here, so..."

Lex walked out of his closet with a robe on, the sides open so that Clark could see his pale chest. He was wearing boxer briefs, but that was it. His expression was cold -- it was the same expression he had whenever he saw Clark lately.

"Maybe I should come back later?"

"No, Clark. I won't be here later." Lex sighed and said, "Tell me what you want."

Lex frowned at Clark and then moved over to a chair in front of a table with a huge mirror. He sat down, staring at his reflection, pushing the tails of his robe outwards, his legs spread apart.

Feeling uncomfortable, Clark shifted, fidgeting. "It's Chloe. I know she would have come herself, but she's ashamed. Lex, you know how she was hoping to get the internship with the Daily Planet next summer?" Lex had a leather bag open, and was digging in it until he pulled out a small compact case. "She had an interview, and according to her, everything went great, but then she heard back from them yesterday, and she learned that she didn't get it. She was devastated." Lex opened the case and... was that makeup? Sidetracked, Clark added, "I know you have contacts with the Planet, so I was wondering..."

Lex used a pencil to outline his eyes in black. "So you want me to buy off the Planet," he said, his voice cold, attention on his face.

"Lex -- is that makeup?"

Lex looked at him in the mirror. "Yes, Clark," he said and pulled out another case, this one full of purple shades, and began applying those shades to his eyelids. Clark had never realized how blue his eyes were.

"Why are you putting on makeup?" Lex was applying blush, making his cheeks a dark red.

Lex smiled. "I believe it's Halloween tonight, isn't it?"

"Well yeah, but I never figured you were the dress up type." Pink lip-gloss?

"A friend from school is having a party in Metropolis and I felt like... living a little."

Lex examined himself in the mirror, dabbing at the lip-gloss, and then focused back on Clark. "You were here for a reason, Clark. Chloe?" Lex got up from the chair, and then picked up something from his bed. Facing away from Clark, so that the back of his robe blocked Clark's view, he wiggled until his briefs dropped around his ankles, and then he kicked them over towards the closet. He bent over, putting on something dark red, wiggling again, and then picked up something from the bed that was plaid. What the hell?

Then Lex dropped the robe, and Clark's jaw dropped. Lex was wearing a skirt. A plaid school girl's skirt, the edge of which barely went down to his knees. And that was all he was wearing.

"You wanted me to buy off the Planet?" Lex prodded.

Clark's gaze kept being drawn to Lex's pale chest, which was a lot more muscular than Clark would have thought, and a stark contrast against the skimpy skirt.

"Lex..." Clark swallowed, his throat parched. He looked down, studying his toes. "I don't want you to buy off the Planet. I just thought you could give them a call." Clark peered up through his bangs.

Lex walked into his closet, and then brought out a white shirt and something red and -- frilly?

Blushing, Clark blurted, "You're wearing that?"

Lex quirked an eyebrow. "It's Halloween, Clark. What's wrong with this?"

Saying that guys in Smallville didn't usually dress up like that probably wouldn't go over well.

Meanwhile, Lex was fiddling with the frilly, red... bra. Lex put his arms in the straps, holding the cups up to his flat chest and then reached behind, trying to fasten it. He kept missing the fastening, though. Lex sighed and turned his head, glancing at Clark. "Will you fasten me?"

Clark gulped. "Um, yeah, sure."

"I've had practice taking them off, but not much putting them on," said Lex, amusement in his voice.

Clark shuffled forward and then rested a warm hand on Lex's back. Lex was holding the straps behind him for Clark. The fabric of the bra was a supple satin, and Clark rubbed it between his thumb and index finger, enjoying the silky feel. The fastenings were a bit tricky, but once Clark had figured it out, he couldn't help lingering, pretending that he was still fiddling with it, resting his hand on Lex's soft skin.

"Are you done?" Lex asked softly.

Clark jerked back, feeling like he'd been hit by a meteor rock.

"Yea-h."

Lex rubbed the back of his neck and then picked up the shirt he'd dropped on the bed. He put it on and tied it together so that his stomach and bra were showing. He then picked up two squishy lumps from his makeup table and stuffed them in his bra. Lex stared into the mirror, pushing his "breasts" up, shifting them so it looked like he had cleavage.

Then Lex turned and did a little twirl, his skirt lifting just enough so that Clark could see something red underneath.

"Well, what do you think?" Lex asked, smirking. "Do I look like a naughty school girl?"

Clark gulped, and felt his pants tighten. Oh my god, no -- he was not getting hard because Lex was wearing a skirt. But Lex -- he could -- he did -- he looked like a girl. No hair, none on his chest, his legs bare -- slim like a girl's. The skirt and the breasts and the makeup -- the only thing out place was his bald head, which reminded Clark that it was Lex. What, was he kidding himself? Knowing it was Lex was what was making him hard.

As Clark stood there, stunned, Lex's smirk slowly dimmed, and an expression of discontent replaced it.

"Clark, don't worry about Chloe. I'll take care of it. Why don't you go home? I'm sure you have to get ready for Halloween. Or why don't you go see Lana? She's having a party at the Talon."

Clark stared down at his feet again. "What kind of party are you going to, Lex?"

"I told you, a Halloween party. A friend of mine is renting a club for the night." Lex grinned. "I'm sure it's going to be wild. Which is frankly just what I need right now."

"And you're going like that?" Clark stated stupidly, watching Lex's skirt sway as he walked to the end of the bed. Lex bent over to pick up a pair of socks, his skirt rising just to the point where Clark could see a tantalizing hint of frilly underwear.

Clark took a step forward, unable to stop himself. "Are you sure it's safe?" he whispered, taking another step forward.

"What, the party?" Lex laughed, still bending over, trying to put on one of his socks. "I'm sure it's safer than Smallville, Clark."

"That's not saying much." Clark took another step forward.

Lex snorted. "So what, you're going to stop me from going?" His tone was dismissive, ignoring Clark as he put on the other sock.

Clark stopped, almost touching Lex. "Maybe I will." He rested a hand on Lex's bent back, his crotch almost touching Lex's ass.

Lex froze. "Clark," he said, and slowly straightened. When Lex was standing, Clark took the step needed to bring them in contact, his chest against Lex's back.

"What are you doing, Clark?"

In answer, Clark rested his hand on Lex's stomach, right above the top of the skirt, and pressed forward, pushing his erection against Lex's ass.

"Clark, let me go," said Lex, his tone not betraying a hint of nervousness.

Clark clutched Lex tighter in response. "You want this," he said, pleading.

"Let me go."

Clark released him, but not before licking the back of Lex's neck. He felt Lex shiver as he drew away.

Lex turned and then backed up, so he could look Clark full in the face, his expression deadly serious. "What were you doing?"

Clark stared at Lex's bra, and the hint of cleavage that looked so real. He licked his lips and then admitted, "I don't know."

Lex seemed to relax. "It's perfectly normal, Clark. Seeing me like this had to get you confused. After all, I do look like a girl." He grinned. "A gorgeous girl, if I do say so myself.

"We can forget it ever happened." Lex smiled, but it was strained and obviously fake. He walked back over to his mirror, seemingly nonchalant, studying his reflection and ignoring Clark.

Unhappy, Clark was silent, watching Lex. He put his hands in his pockets, pushing the fabric outwards, trying to make his jeans less constricted. It had been true. He didn't know why he'd almost attacked Lex, but that didn't stop him from wanting to do it again.

It was as if seeing Lex dressed like this had had flipped a switch. All the lust that he'd ignored, pretended was never there, was taking over -- he'd never been this hard in his life and --

Lex was bending over again, reaching for white running shoes, the skirt riding up.

Clark snapped.

He was on Lex in a flash, the skin of the back of Lex's neck between his teeth, Lex's hips between his hands.

"Lex," he groaned, thrusting against Lex's cheeks, "I want to suck you. I want to eat you alive."

Clark reached down, running his hand over the skirt, feeling a hardness that almost matched his. Clark keened. "Let me suck you, Lex. Please." He mouthed Lex's neck, giving him little bites, thrusting -- fuck -- he was going to come right there. Clark lifted Lex's skirt, feeling something soft and silky, something wet.

Lex finally made a bitten off sound and shifted back against Clark.

"Please Lex, want to suck you." He sucked Lex's neck again -- god he loved Lex's neck -- but he needed more.

"I want your cock," he whispered hotly in Lex's ear.

"Christ, Clark."

And then Clark turned Lex, lifting him, using his strength to set him down on the edge of the bed. He raised the skirt -- god, the skirt, and Lex was wearing panties, the fabric dark and wet, his erection straining against the fabric. Clark moaned, mouthing him, sucking him through the fabric, tasting him.

Lex threw his head back, swallowing, pushing his crotch towards Clark and trying to get more of Clark's mouth.

"You fucking gorgeous bastard," Lex panted, "what the fuck--" his voice trailed off in a groan.

And Clark sucked in more of the fabric, getting it even wetter from his saliva, but he needed more. Clark needed Lex's cock.

Clark pulled away, gasping, and then gripped the sides of Lex's panties. "Lift, Lex," he growled, and then yanked them down. Lex's cock sprang free, bobbing, and Clark sucked.

"Oh my god!" screamed Lex. "Fucking asshole, fucking liar." Lex panted, his cock thrusting in and out of Clark's mouth.

Clark reached down, gripping himself through his jeans, squeezing. Clark wasn't breathing; Lex was so far down his throat that he should have been gagging long before. Lex was ambrosia, and Clark squeezed himself --

and came.

His groan around Lex's cock was deep and guttural, and Lex seemed to like it, his thrusts savage, pulling Clark's hair. He whispered, "Take it, Clark. Take it, you bastard," and then thrust deep, holding Clark's head still, so deep that his balls touched Clark's lips, whining, "liar," and his come....

Clark swallowed greedily, sucked every last drop, and then when he couldn't get any more, he lapped at the head of Lex's cock, sucking the slit, trying to--

Clark was pushed away.

"Fuck, are you trying to kill me?" Lex demanded, his voice hoarse. Clark licked his lips and his gaze went back to Lex's cock, spent, limp, and resting on his stomach. Clark wanted that in his mouth again.

When Clark moved forward eagerly, gripping Lex and lowering his mouth, Lex kicked him, pushing against his chest with his socked feet. "Christ, Clark, no. You've sucked me dry."

Clark whined, feeling as if something inside was dying without Lex's cock. Lex stared down at him, shocked. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

Clark swallowed. His throat hurt. "I just really need your... cock, Lex."

Clark knew that when this was over, he'd be mortified, but right now all could think of was Lex and mine. He was already hard again.

"Normal men can't go without a break. But you were never normal, were you?" said Lex, his eyes locked onto Clark's.

Clark didn't know what Lex was saying, his head was full of Lex's musky scent, and he still felt like he was going to die from arousal. Clark unzipped his jeans and then pulled his cock out of his boxers, stroking himself, staring at Lex.

"Fuck," Lex whispered. He pushed himself up on his elbow, the stuffing on one of his breasts falling out. "Are you going to come for me, Clark?"

Clark grunted, squeezing his cock, his hands making slick sounds.

"Are you going to come for me, Clark?" Lex repeated. "Squeeze that beautiful cock, you bastard."

Clark gasped, thrusting into his fist.

"Fucking come for me. Do it," Lex demanded, and Clark did, his come splashing his shirt, throwing his head back, coming for Lex.

Lex, who was staring at Clark with dark, angry, speculative eyes.

Clark tried to catch his breath.

"You know, I don't think I'm going to that party after all."