"This is Clark speaking," said Clark at his desk at the Daily Planet.

"I've got the information you wanted."

"I see," said Clark. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want. And leave those stupid glasses behind. Best Western. Rm. 23."

He opened the door to allow Clark to walk in. He smiled at the silent man. "What, Clark, not even going to say hello?"

Clark sighed, "What do you have for me?"

You mean other than a massive hard-on and a fucking torch for you that just won't burn out, he thought. He thought of saying those very words, but saw Clark's lips set firmly in a straight line and the unhappy expression in those green eyes. He sighed and said, "Got more shit about LexCorp."

Clark sat down on the bed. He didn't look any happier but Whitney could tell that he was definitely interested. Whitney licked his lips then said, "Despite the fact that several of his labs have been destroyed in some very suspicious 'accidents,' Lex hasn't given up. He's just moved operations overseas to various countries that aren't quite particular about the environment or business practices. I guess he's hoping out of sight, out of mind." He pulled a couple CD-ROMs from his backpack and threw them on top of the bed. "It's all there. I nearly got killed, getting out of that last office complex."

"Whitney, you should tell me next time you go on a mission like this."

"Why? Do you want to tag along?"

"You could say that."

"Forget it," he said. "No way am I going to let you get your ass in trouble. It's a job for a dumb fuck like me." A trip together would give me a lot of time to spend with you, he thought. But, no . . . I don't want you to go around looking for that bald bastard.

"I really do appreciate the work you do," he said, almost apologetically. "I know I don't say it enough. And I know the money I scrape up doesn't cover the costs . . ."

"Why don't you show a little of your appreciation?" he said lightly, getting up on the bed and lying down. He flashed a flirtatious smile while peeling off his boxers. I'm nuts, he thought, thinking that I can just fuck some sense in Clark. But for some reason, I keep hoping that if I do this enough . . . His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Clark unbuttoning his shirt and slipping off his pants. It's funny that twelve years have passed but he hasn't changed. He's still got the same hot body I saw in those locker room showers. I can't believe how blind people are. "Get over here," he said, his words rough but not his tone.

He felt the familiar tingle in his chest and groin as he kissed those soft, warm lips and got them to part for him. He loved the feel of muscle in Clark's back and the firmness of his ass. The little grunts and gasps he got when he bit down on Clark's shoulder and toyed with his nipples made him hard. You feel it, too, he thought. I know you do. He took Clark's cock and began stroking the shaft, then thumbing the tip. He was rewarded with the sight of Clark opening his mouth and tilting his head back.

"Get on your hands and knees."

Clark did so. "Please . . . I . . ."

"Want it that bad, huh? Good. You really need to relax." He began stroking and massaging Clark's back and shoulders while kissing his way down his spine. "Relax, Clark." The smell and taste of Clark's sweat . . . they were his addiction.

Once some of the tension in Clark's shoulders and neck had finally evaporated under Whitney's ministrations, Whitney squeezed some lube unto his fingers and slid one in, then another. "All right?"

"Fine . . ." he gasped.

Whitney finally put in this third finger and began brushing against his prostate. Seeing Clark moan and arch his back always gave him a thrill. He took his fingers out and began pushing his dick inside. He grabbed him by the hips and began thrusting, slow and hard. He shuts his eyes and all he can think about is . . . "Clark . . ."

Whitney opened his mouth as if to scream, only to moan as he came. It felt like all of his strength was sapped out of him. He pulled out, slowly and almost regretfully, and rolled on his back as Clark sighed and lay on his stomach.

"Clark . . . you know it's useless, don't you?" he said, after he got his breath back.

"What's useless?"

"Those stories you write about Lex. He's not going to stop. He'll just push things further underground and do the plausible deniability dance. I've seen what he's capable of."

"I'm a journalist. I have to try to keep reporting."

"That's not what I mean. Lex doesn't care what the hell you write or do. He . . . doesn't . . . give a . . . fuck . . . about . . . you in any way, shape or form."

Clark didn't say a word but closed his eyes as if he'd been slapped.

Oh, shit, I did it again, he thought. Whitney sat up and hugged his knees to his chest. "I know I'm not Lex, but . . . I'm willing to give up my job and live in Metropolis full time. I've got some money saved up and I could learn something new, so I wouldn't be a burden. People tell me that I'm not bad looking though it's your opinion that really counts. Ah, hell, Clark, why do you think I'm here? God, sometimes, you're so stupid!"

"I know I'm stupid. I've always been stupid. I guess I can't help being a moron," said Clark. Then tears began to fall down his face.

Fuck, fuck, he thought. He wrapped his arms around the man he loved and began caressing the back of Clark's head, trailing his fingers through his thick hair. "I'm sorry. I just keep . . . I'm the idiot, now will you stop crying? Please?"

The sobs ended soon after that.

"Stay the night?"

"All right."

A month later

Whitney assembled his high-powered, laser-guided rifle and loaded it with hollow-point bullets. According to his sources, Lex was supposed to be speaking at the Metropolis University commencement ceremony for the business majors. He had a clear view of the podium. All he needed was one good shot. I wish I hadn't stopped the others from killing you that time, he thought. It would have been better for all of us.

There was quite a good chance that he would be caught soon after killing the billionaire. Even if he managed to elude the police, he was sure that Lex had a fund set up to put a huge reward for the head of any assassin in case something like this happened. But that's OK, he thought. If it meant that Lex's hold over Clark would be broken, then he'd risk it. Hell, I'm going to do the thing that even Superman can't seem to do. Even if Clark will never appreciate or approve of it. He smiled bitterly. Isn't that what love is all about?

He looked through the scope of his gun and looked down at his nemesis, his rival.

The End

Scarlet from the anime Ayashi no Ceres (English translation http://www.animelyrics.com/anime/ayashinc/ancscar.htm )

Can you still see your dreams in the distant, starry sky? Are they more vivid than they were when you were little?

When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion

I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart

Dreams are more fragile and fleeting than a glass rose, so then why are we destined to dream?

Sometimes two dreams can turn into love, but there are also times when they can't.

Even when they're alone, people want to share their feelings, but it can be so hard. Words are powerless to express one's feelings, and sometimes they become a silver knife

Even when they're alone, people want to share their feelings, but it can be so hard. Words are powerless to express one's feelings, and sometimes they become a silver knife.

I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart

I seriously challenge anybody to do an Ayashi no Ceres & Smallville fusion or crossover.