Lex had no moral ground to stand on. He'd slept with someone else when they were still together, which was far worse than this. And yet, he was blindsided by rage. Someone else had been with Clark, touched him, maybe been inside him, gotten to see and hear and feel him at his most intimate, and that was supposed to belong only to him. He felt a new wave of guilt about what Clark must have gone through that night at the carnival. Because right now Lex felt like he was being stabbed in the gut, and all he could think about was murdering the bastard who'd had the temerity to fuck the man he loved.

Oh, damn. Possessive!Lex is beautifully captured her. *fans self*

Another terrific installment, and can I say *thankyou* for posting them both in a row? Way to wrench out the ol' heart otherwise. *g*