A huge thank you to both MOSS and philtre for all their help and betaing.

Author's Note: I would like to suggest that you read this in silence. I have no idea, but for some reason, silence is key to the atmosphere of this story.

The story is for Alax's Shakespeare Title Challenge. "Tempt Not a Desperate Man" is from Romeo and Juliet, Act V, Scene III. I hope you like it, LA.


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She was the ultimate seductress. Not because of what she could do with her body, but because she could bore into your very soul. And there, she finds your darkest desire. The one thing you never allow yourself. The one thing you crave with every fiber of your being.

Your very soul.

Once she knew, she teased you. Cradled it in her hands, tempting you. Until you gladly gave her whatever she wanted, to get what you so desperately craved . . . .


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"Did you know Clark can make a person climax with just his kiss?"

Lex choked. Before he could wipe the warm, golden liquid off, she slithered in, licking him clean. She was so close. Close enough for him to smell Clark mixed with her unique scent.

"Some men," she whispered into the shell of his ear, "have incredible hands." She grazed his long fingers with the tip of hers. "Other men know what to do with this . . ." Fondled the line of his cock with the same fingertips. "But Clark . . ." A wet tongue flicked across his lips. "He flirts with his smile. Licking his lips is foreplay . . . " Her breath floated across his lips.

Lex swallowed, his eyes falling shut, imagining the younger man.

"Those soft, pillowy lips. A tongue that tangos in your mouth. Heat, Lex. Heat that burns you alive. A kiss that leaves you feeling fucked into your next incarnation. Music has been written about his mouth, my dark prince. Symphonies." She touched his mouth, the softest of caresses. "His kiss . . . women have come, screaming into his mouth from his kiss alone."

Small, breathy chuckle at his full body jerk.

"I wonder what sounds they would make? When he graces lovers with his entire body, hmmm?"

He moaned death's keen.

She quietly laughed. "Yes, just like that, I think. Would you make that sound for him, Lex? When he's so deep inside that you can feel him in your *mind*? Hmmm? Can you feel him? Long, beautiful cock thrusting into you. He's huge, darling, hard. Can you feel him cleaving you in two?"

He shifted, whimpering at the images her words wrought. His head fell into a nod, his body thrusting back, just a little, into his imaginary lover.

"What would you do, my princeling? For him to be here? To be hard . . . naked . . . thrusting into your pliant body?"

She traced the cleft of his ass, pressing just a little, where he so desperately craved Clark.

"Would you sign over your fortune? Your soul? Would you kill for me? You would, wouldn't you, Alexander? Give me anything? Do anything? To be his? To experience all the pleasure that is Clark?" She studied his fluttering eyelids, his clenched hands, his ragged breathing. She smiled. "Tell me," she whispered, "would you?"

"Yes."


The End