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Lex sits in a deep leather chairs, the fireplace crackling merrily behind him. On the coffee table separating his chair from its mate, his laptop and LCD projector hum softly to themselves as they flick images across the dark wainscoting on the opposite wall. The surrounding darkness frames the images of the cave paintings.
He clicks the remote, pausing over a large red and blue painting of Naman and Segeth. Clark had never seemed to realize that there is more than one way of interpreting that story. Why can't Segeth be the hero of the story? More than one way of seeing the legend being told through the primitive artwork. Ways that took the legend in a whole different direction. What if Segeth and Naman aren't fighting in this image?
Lex doesn't look away from the provocative image even as the doors are flung abruptly open. At the corner of his vision, he can see Clark pausing and blinking on the threshold while his security detail hover uneasily in the alien's wake. Lex waves a dismissive hand at his security. "Clark, come in."
Clark steps over the threshold, closing the door behind him. "Lex?"
"Ummm?"
"I ran into Oliver at the Talon."
"Oh?"
"He said that you," Clark pauses at he squints around the room, "that you didn't seem to be yourself."
"Indeed?" Lex slowly runs his hand down the lavender silk covering his chest. He watches Clark track the path of his hand and then swallow heavily. Lex stretches slowly and purrs. "How odd. I feel exactly like myself to me. Have a seat, Clark."
Clark stares suspiciously at him for a long moment and then takes another squint around the office before he takes the chair on the other side of the coffee table. "Lex..."
"What was Oliver doing at the Talon?"
"He... uhm...he wanted...it's a coffee house, Lex."
"A long drive for a cup of coffee, They do have coffee houses in Metropolis. Multitudes of them in fact."
"He came here to see you. You know that."
"Did he?" Lex asks coolly. "I thought that he might want to see you."
"Me? Why would he want to see me?" Clark shifts in his chair. "I barely know the guy."
"Good. Keep it that way."
"What have you got against Oliver? Lois really likes him."
Lex sneers. "She would."
Clark scowls at the blue and red image glowing on the wall. "Why are you sitting in here looking at this stuff? I thought that you'd lost interest in the caves."
"I think I've learned everything from the caves that I can." Lex smirks as Clark twitches uneasily. "But the artwork...I think there's still something to be discovered there."
"What? I've told you the story of Segeth and Naman. Dr. Willowbrook told you the story. It's very short. What more could there be?"
"Ummmhmm."
Clark glances at Lex's profile and then back at the painting. "Naman arrives."
"Comes down from the stars," Lex murmurs dreamily. "From the heavens."
"Ah, yeah. Myths seem kinda hung up on that starry heavens sort of thing." Clark hunches a shoulder. "And he had magic green rocks. Obviously the legend is an attempt to explain away the mutations that meteor rock induces. No different from than myths that explain rain or thunder. See? Nothing to it."
"But Naman could shot fire from his eyes. Definitely an original touch. Not something that you encounter in every myth." Lex leans his head back against his chair. "Wouldn't that be a fun ability to possess?"
"Fun?" Clark stares hawkishly at him. "Fun. What would you do if you could shoot fire from your eyes?"
Lex imagines his dad's face surrounded by a nimbus of smoking hair. It wouldn't do to share that one with his companion. "Having a build-in coffee heater would come in handy during long meetings. And if I ever got lost on a tropical island again, it would be nice to have an easy way of starting a fire."
"Oh. Is that what you think Naman did with it?"
"Possibly."
Clark bites his lip. "Do you suppose that the big fight between Segeth and Naman began because Segeth was jealous?"
Lex turns his head. "Jealous?"
"Of Naman being able to do stuff that Segeth couldn't. Being super-strong and the fire-eyes thing. Stuff like that."
"I'm sure there were plenty of misunderstandings and fights between the two, but the longer I look at this picture, the more strongly that I feel that the whole nature of the Naman-Segeth relationship has been fundamentally misinterpreted."
"Lex?"
"Hmmm?"
"They're fighting," Clark murmurs gently. "How can that be misinterpreted?"
"Are they? Are you certain that they are fighting?"
"Well, what else could they be doing?"
"Fucking."
"Fu...fucking?" Clark repeats, stumbling over the word. His breathing quickens as he stares at the image. "Lex. Lex, do you really think that they are fucking?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
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"There. How's that?" Lana asks from beneath the counter. "Can you see anything now?"
Chloe sips her coffee and stares at the brawny ass filling the screens. Lana looks at porn down here now? No wonder her friend had been so pissed when the screens fizzled out. Burned that connection up, hadn't she? Did Clark know that Lana was looking at porn instead of Luthor Manor, and did he view it as an improvement? She admires the hard flex of golden ass. Nice. "Oh, yeah. I definitely see it."
"Good. Now if I can just get the sound back." Lana wiggles further into the maze of wiring.
Chloe tilts her head. That ass looks vaguely familiar. She's more a torso sort of girl herself, but if Lana likes asses... well, it takes all kinds. Nothing wrong with admiring a particularly nice one, and this one is very, very nice. Perfect even. Maybe she should broaden her scope.
No. reason why she can't appreciate the hard contours and rippling abs of a perfect torso and the muscular swell of a good ass. She takes another sip of her coffee, wishing that the focus would widen out. Who could the ass be boffing with such enthusiasm? She might not be an ass connoisseur like some, but she knows an enthusiastic and happy ass when she sees one.
"Wait. Wait. I think I got it," Lana calls. "Can you hear it now?"
Chloe drops her coffee as she's surround-sounded by a very familiar voice screaming, "Lllllleeeexxx!"
The End.