The knock on the door made Lex frown. Clark didn't knock when he came over. The servants didn't enter without being summoned. He hadn't any appointments scheduled for now, and if it was his father, Lionel wouldn't have bothered knocking either.
Smallville had taught him caution; his hand came down to rest on the gun he had hidden in his jacket as he called out, "Come in."
The door swung open just a little, and Devlin poked his head in, eyes unsure and face half-hidden by the door, "Lex?"
Devlin had come back. And he didn't look angry, though the hesitance was new.
"Devlin. I take it you talked to Clark?" Lex's voice betrayed none of his relief that Devlin had returned. It was strange how different it felt to not have Devlin around because Devlin was angry as opposed to not having Devlin around because Devlin was off doing whatever he did.
"No." Devlin shook his head and stuck both hands in his pockets, coming fully into the room. He leaned against the wall and made no move to get any closer to Lex, tone careful, "I wanted to come see you first."
Lex set his pen down on the desk, and folded his hands over them. His question was simple, "Why?"
"Because," And here Devlin bit down on his lower lip as he made himself meet Lex's eyes, the green of them hurt but still somehow tender, "Even if you love Clark better, I'm still your brother."
As if that was the answer he'd expected, Lex nodded and told Devlin the truth. "It was a spell. We managed to reverse it eventually."
But not before Devlin had been unlucky enough to walk in on the two of them engaged in something quite similiar to what he'd walked in on Lex doing back when they were thirteen. Lex watched Devlin to see what his reaction to that would be.
Surprisingly, Devlin snickered, the corners of his mouth twisting upwards, "Wow. That sounds a lot better than 'I tripped and fell on his--'"
"Trouble, credit me with a little more ingenuity than that. If I were going to give you excuses, they'd be only the best available." Lex interrupted smoothly, waiting still for Devlin to come to him as if he were dealing with a wild animal that could be scared off with any sudden movements.
Devlin grinned and flipped his ponytail, sauntering towards Lex with his usual easy swagger, "That's 'cause I deserve the best, Lexicon." He dropped into Lex's lap, straddling him, and kissed him full on the mouth, sweet and slow, "Like you."
Both meanings intended.
Lex closed his eyes so that the relief in them couldn't be seen, "I take it that you're bearing no grudges, then?"
"Well," Devlin tilted his head to a side and rested it on Lex's shoulder, tone impish, "Depends. Was Clark a better fuck than me?"
The startled laugh that he got from Lex was by no means an answer.
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The knock on the door made Lex frown. Clark didn't knock when he came over. The servants didn't enter without being summoned. He hadn't any appointments scheduled for now, and if it was his father, Lionel wouldn't have bothered knocking either.
Smallville had taught him caution; his hand came down to rest on the gun he had hidden in his jacket as he called out, "Come in."
The door swung open just a little, and Devlin poked his head in, eyes unsure and face half-hidden by the door, "Lex?"
Devlin had come back. And he didn't look angry, though the hesitance was new.
"Devlin. I take it you talked to Clark?" Lex's voice betrayed none of his relief that Devlin had returned. It was strange how different it felt to not have Devlin around because Devlin was angry as opposed to not having Devlin around because Devlin was off doing whatever he did.
"No." Devlin shook his head and stuck both hands in his pockets, coming fully into the room. He leaned against the wall and made no move to get any closer to Lex, tone careful, "I wanted to come see you first."
Lex set his pen down on the desk, and folded his hands over them. His question was simple, "Why?"
"Because," And here Devlin bit down on his lower lip as he made himself meet Lex's eyes, the green of them hurt but still somehow tender, "Even if you love Clark better, I'm still your brother."
As if that was the answer he'd expected, Lex nodded and told Devlin the truth. "It was a spell. We managed to reverse it eventually."
But not before Devlin had been unlucky enough to walk in on the two of them engaged in something quite similiar to what he'd walked in on Lex doing back when they were thirteen. Lex watched Devlin to see what his reaction to that would be.
Surprisingly, Devlin snickered, the corners of his mouth twisting upwards, "Wow. That sounds a lot better than 'I tripped and fell on his--'"
"Trouble, credit me with a little more ingenuity than that. If I were going to give you excuses, they'd be only the best available." Lex interrupted smoothly, waiting still for Devlin to come to him as if he were dealing with a wild animal that could be scared off with any sudden movements.
Devlin grinned and flipped his ponytail, sauntering towards Lex with his usual easy swagger, "That's 'cause I deserve the best, Lexicon." He dropped into Lex's lap, straddling him, and kissed him full on the mouth, sweet and slow, "Like you."
Both meanings intended.
Lex closed his eyes so that the relief in them couldn't be seen, "I take it that you're bearing no grudges, then?"
"Well," Devlin tilted his head to a side and rested it on Lex's shoulder, tone impish, "Depends. Was Clark a better fuck than me?"
The startled laugh that he got from Lex was by no means an answer.