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Jan. 18th, 2004 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20Once again, it turned out differently then I thought it would. Clark knows better than I do, I think, so here it 'tis. More tomorrow (I hope)
Previous Parts
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 12
Something must have happened. Lex distinctly remembered leaving Morgan Edge's apartment to do the DNA test. He remembered Clark stabbing Morgan--his fucking ex-*lover*--with a letter opener. He remembered Clark sweeping him into his arms and leaping out the window.
He remembered the terrifying flight through frigid air. And then he remembered... nothing.
Lex opened his eyes. He was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a room he didn't know. That alone would normally freak him out--he'd experienced this quite a few times over the years, and a few of those times included a sore ass and no condoms in sight--but he was fairly sure Clark had him. The room smacked of alien to him, although he couldn't quite say way. Maybe it was the angle the walls fit together, or the strange, closed in feeling the room gave off. It seemed every so slightly warped, even though there wasn't anything intrinsically wrong with anything. It just felt weird.
The door that was across the room from the bed slid open and Clark appeared. He was carrying a tray with a glass of pink fluid and a bowl of steaming something. His feet were bare, hair mussed, and shirt untucked. He wasn't wearing his glasses, either, and his eyes were beautifully clear. It was a look Lex could get used to.
"Hey," Clark said. "How do you feel?"
Lex thought took quick stock and thought about saying fine, or thirsty, or wrung out. He wanted to ask what had happened, how long he'd been out, and what the results of the test were.
What he said was, "You're attracted to Morgan Edge," in a dry, raspy voice that didn't quite sound like him.
Clark sighed and pressed the wall next to the bed. The wall immediately started to shift and twist. Part of it extended out and solidified into a table.
Lex tried not to gasp and tried very hard not to geek out. He wanted to touch it and see if it felt normal, and ask how it worked. He wanted to know if the bed was made the same way, or the chair, or the desk. He wanted to ask where they were, and how the place had been built, and how Clark knew to find it.
Instead, he said nothing.
"Drink this," Clark said. He handed Lex the pink liquid. "You're dehydrated."
He obeyed, but did so with a glare. The liquid tasted like water, but there must have been something else to it because, when it was gone, Lex felt a little more complete. The stretched and dried feeling faded away, and his mind seemed to stabilize. He could think much clearer.
"Better?"
"Did you love him?" Lex demanded. He needed to know. Up until now, his biggest rivals had been Lana and the ex-boyfriend; now it appeared his biggest rival was his ....
Morgan Edge. His biggest rival was Morgan Edge, and it was so much easier to pick a fight over that than ask what the test results had been.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Lex." Clark sat on the bed and picked up the bowl. "No, I didn't love Morgan. Yes, I find him attractive. I always have. That's why I let him buy me." He sighed and stirred what looked like chicken soup. "He was ... powerful, and sexy, and so confident. Everyone else I knew that summer I managed to cow under. I was a teenage alien, high on drugs and had a massive chip on my shoulder. I had power and I let everyone know it. Morgan didn't care." He placed the spoon at Lex's lips, and Lex, feeling stupid, accepted it.
It was chicken soup.
Clark sighed again. "He used me, yes. And I used him. But, in everything, he knew that I was hurting, and he gave me a place where I was safe. He never forced me to do anything. Ever. I blew him that first night, and then, for two solid weeks, I did nothing but play video games and sleep all day, and go out and party all night. He asked me to sleep with him, blow him, rob a bank, break into Lane Enterprises, and I said no. And he *let* me say no. So, I started doing what he asked."
"You were sixteen years old. He took advantage of you."
"Yes, but when I had enough, he let me go. He could have threatened my parents, Lex. Threatened me." Clark shook his head. "He never did. So, forgive me if some of my feelings towards him aren't complete hatred. Forgive me if I still find him attractive. I don't love him, I never did. But Morgan doesn't repulse me."
"I thought prostitutes weren't supposed to be attracted to their johns. I thought it was supposed to be all business."
Clark shrugged and brought the spoon up to Lex's mouth again. "You're probably right, but I didn't know anything. I was sixteen years old. I'd only lost my virginity the night before, and I hadn't done it for money. I wasn't even a prostitute until Morgan offered to pay me, and I agreed because I thought it'd be cool to get paid to have sex and play video games and stuff." He set the soup aside and took Lex's hands. "Lex, he's nothing to me, okay? I swear."
"Then why did you let him pin you to the wall while ...." My world was falling apart, he finished silently.
Clark sighed and lifted Lex's hands. He pressed a kiss to both his palms and said, "I'm sorry, baby. There was just so much going on. I wanted to go after you, but I thought you needed time alone. And then Morgan came over. Started reminiscing, and I just sort of let him." He kissed the inside of Lex's wrist. "I'm sorry if it hurt you."
Lex pulled his hands away and laid back on the pillows. It was so hard to fight with Clark, especially over something like this. The image of Morgan standing over Clark, playing with the buttons of Clark's shirt made him see red. But Clark did sincerity like no one else. And, in the end, Lex trusted him. He could feel Clark's love with every fiber of his being, and even with Morgan between them, he was forced to believe that Clark wanted no one but him.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Sorry."
"No. It's okay."
"Don't treat me so well, Clark. Please."
Clark leaned in and kissed him. "You deserve to be treated like a prince, Lex. I'm not going to treat you like anything else."
"I don't ..."
"You deserve the world."
Lex sighed and rested his head on Clark's shoulder. "What happened to me?" he asked. "Why was I asleep?" He felt a lot better than he had when he woke up, but still couldn't remember what had happened.
"I flew too fast. It was just too much for you, especially on top of throwing up earlier. I'm sorry."
"It was an emergency."
"Nothing is more important than your life. Not even a paternity test."
His stomach twisted violently and Lex pushed that away. "How long was I out?" he asked, sitting back up.
"About an hour. The AI said you were all right, so I didn't worry too much. I put you in bed, took off your shoes and pants, I hope you don't mind."
"Last night we were sleeping in the same bed practically naked, Clark. It's fine." God. Had it only been last night? It felt like forever ago, and the hopeful sense of destiny Lex had carried with him was worn down. Looking down at his lap, he twisted his fingers together. "Where are we, exactly?" he asked.
"The Arctic. In my Fortress of Solitude."
Lex looked at him through his lashes.
Clark grinned, cheeks pink. "My parents used to call the loft that. Said that every teenager needed one. The caves gave me the instructions to build this, and, when it was done, I named it after." He took Lex's hand. "I've never brought anyone here before."
"No one?"
Clark shook his head. "The AI about had a fit when I walked through the door with you. It didn't think your mind could comprehend everything, but I assured it that you'd be fine. Everything is familiar enough for you to deal with." He licked his lips. "The Kryptonians were a lot like humans, but I guess there are differences."
"I can tell. It feels alien, somehow. Although, I've been to a few places in the world that felt alien, too." He looked at the table. "That's pretty cool."
"Everything here--the furniture and stuff, not the computers and food--is made from the walls. It forms to fit my needs, and I generally don't even have to ask. It just knows."
"That's pretty cool."
Clark nodded. "This is where I come to see where people in need are. When I'm not listening to them call for help." He moved closer to Lex, leaning over his body. "And, even though I generally won't do this, I can use it for work. It can get into any computer in the world and is undetectable."
Lex's eyes slid shut as Clark kissed him. The kiss was very soft, a sigh, but with more substance.
"I'm indulging us right now," he said softly, "and it's looking into what's going on at Lane Enterprises. We'll call the EPA, write the article, and then Lois will have to answer to the public."
Lex put his arm around Clark's neck and tugged him down. Their mouths met wetly, and Lex was demanding and hard. His tongue pressed into Clark's insistently, seeking out every wet, warm spot he could find.
Clark moaned into his mouth, hands sliding up Lex's arms. They found his hands and unknotted them from around his neck, lacing their fingers together. He straddled Lex's body and the hard bulge beneath his pants pressed against Lex's own swelling sex.
"God," Lex gasped, tearing his mouth away from Clark's. He pressed his head against the pillows, hips grinding into Clark's. He untangled his left hand from Clark's and tugged at his shirt. "Off."
He laughed. "For a man who was ordering me to wait last night, you're pretty pushy now."
Lex ripped the buttons from Clark's shirt and laid that magnificent chest bare. "I don't see any parents around here," he breathed, mouthing Clark's nipple.
With a soft moan, Clark fell to his elbow on the bed, propped up next to Lex. Pushing his shirt from him, Lex urged Clark onto his back and untangled their hands. His shirt had no buttons, so he just pulled it over his head and tossed it away onto the floor.
"God, you're gorgeous," Lex sighed. He ran his hands down Clark's chest and stomach, eyes feasting on the tanned flesh.
Clark turned red. "You're good for my ego."
"Please," he snorted. "A walking god needs no ego boost." He bent over Clark's body and gently sank his teeth into a fleshy part over his hip.
"Lex," Clark gasped. His hips bucked.
Releasing the skin from his teeth, Lex licked up Clark's chest, outlining his muscles with the tip of his tongue. Obligingly, the muscles bunched under his skin. He traced each muscle in Clark's stomach, then dipped into his navel.
Clark groaned loudly when he did, knuckles white on the sheets. "Lex," he whispered. "You're driving me insane."
"Isn't that the point?" He made his way back up to Clark's nipples and blew a stream of air over them.
The pearled immediately. Lex smiled and took one into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue.
Clark gasped and released the sheets. "Have I mentioned yet I love you?" he asked as he trailed his fingers up Lex's spine, sending a shower of sparks skating over Lex's skin. His stomach tightened and twisted, heat slicking his skin with sweat.
He released Clark's nipple and returned to his mouth, hungrily devouring it. He didn't want to talk, and most definitely didn't want to listen. Right now, all he wanted was to feel.
Teasingly, he coaxed Clark's tongue out of his mouth to play. As he rolled his own tongue over it, Lex tugged at Clark's shoulders, urging him over.
"I want you," he whispered roughly, wrapping his legs around Clark's hips as he rolled on top. "In me, now."
"Lex." Clark kissed down his neck, biting him. "We can wait. You're upset."
He threaded his fingers through Clark's hair and tugged. When Clark's head was high enough for him to look into his eyes, he said evenly, "I don't want to wait."
Clark gazed down at him for a long moment. Gently, he traced Lex's face and lips. "Baby, I love you. And you know I want you. But I don't want you to be able to use this against me."
"I don't know what you mean," Lex said, throat closing.
"You haven't asked me the results of the test, Lex."
He closed his eyes and looked away. "Clark, please just make love to me," he said shakily.
Clark pulled his head back. "And what are you going to ask me when I'm done?" Lips pressed against Lex's forehead. "Lex, I know you. You won't give yourself freely to me until you're free. And right now, you aren't, so, if I indulge you, and we make love, when we're done, you're going to ask ..."
"How do I compare to my father?" Lex supplied dully. He opened his eyes. "Do I kiss like him?"
"No, baby. You're nothing like Morgan."
"I have his eyes." He was trembling, and fighting back tears with everything he had. "Mom's were green. Dad's were brown. I never wondered where the blue came from, but they're Morgan's eyes." He swallowed hard. "I have his lips too, don't I?"
Clark didn't answer.
"*Don't* I?"
He sighed. "Maybe. I don't know, I don't go around cataloguing and comparing. Okay? And if he hadn't said anything, I never would have known." He kissed Lex.
"All those years," he whispered. "All those years I was afraid of him, and he's my father. He's ..." He broke off and bit his lip. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned his head.
Clark sat up, pulling Lex with him. "I know. But you didn't know. They lied to you. All those years. God, I thought I hated Lionel before, but now? He's lucky he's dead."
When Lex opened his eyes again, everything was fuzzy and filmed. "I don't know .... I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't ...."
"Shhhh," Clark whispered, kissing him gently. "Just relax, Lex. We're going to get through this. You're going to get through this."
He pulled away and swiped at his eyes. "I need to go home," he said, climbing out of bed. His shirt was on the floor; he picked it up and tugged it over his head.
"Lex ..."
"Where are my shoes?" Before Clark could answer, he saw them by the door. He crossed the room to them.
"Lex, please. Don't, okay?"
He turned. "I need time to process this." He sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "I just found out that my father isn't my father. My father is the man I've feared all my life for some unknown reason, and that the man I thought was my father wanted to kill me and replace me with a clone. I .... It's just a little much to deal with, and I want to be alone."
"Then be alone here for awhile."
Lex shook his head. "I need to go home, Clark. I need to go where it's comfortable and familiar and I ...." He wiped his eyes again and whispered desperately, "*Please*."
Clark sighed and rose out of bed. He pulled his shirt on and crossed the room. "Let's go," he said softly, hands on Lex's hips. For a moment, he just held on, gazing into Lex's eyes. Then he lifted Lex and left the room.
The flight back must have been slower than the flight out. Lex was awake and aware the entire time as they flew. Like the first time, Clark cradled Lex with his back against his chest, holding him safely in his embrace.
Lex closed his eyes and tried not to feel the tears beating against his eyelids. He tried to pretend that everything that had happened was just a dream and, when he woke up, he and Clark would be together in bed and finally move to each other and make love. He tried to pretend ...
"We're here," Clark said softly, landing on Lex's balcony.
Lex opened his eyes and pulled away. "Thanks." He turned.
Clark had changed into his Superman costume before they left, and now his cape was whipping around him heroically. "Can I come in?"
He shook his head. "I just really need to be alone right now. Please?"
"Okay." He pulled Lex to him and kissed him soundly. "I love you, Lex. No matter who you are or who your father was or what you do, I love you. Always."
Lex wrapped his arms around Clark and kissed him back, clinging to him. Clark was the only thing in his life that made sense, and he was terrified of that.
Breathless, he pulled away. "I'll call you tomorrow." Then, kissing Clark again quickly, he went into the house and closed the door behind him.
TBC ...
Previous Parts
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 12
Something must have happened. Lex distinctly remembered leaving Morgan Edge's apartment to do the DNA test. He remembered Clark stabbing Morgan--his fucking ex-*lover*--with a letter opener. He remembered Clark sweeping him into his arms and leaping out the window.
He remembered the terrifying flight through frigid air. And then he remembered... nothing.
Lex opened his eyes. He was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a room he didn't know. That alone would normally freak him out--he'd experienced this quite a few times over the years, and a few of those times included a sore ass and no condoms in sight--but he was fairly sure Clark had him. The room smacked of alien to him, although he couldn't quite say way. Maybe it was the angle the walls fit together, or the strange, closed in feeling the room gave off. It seemed every so slightly warped, even though there wasn't anything intrinsically wrong with anything. It just felt weird.
The door that was across the room from the bed slid open and Clark appeared. He was carrying a tray with a glass of pink fluid and a bowl of steaming something. His feet were bare, hair mussed, and shirt untucked. He wasn't wearing his glasses, either, and his eyes were beautifully clear. It was a look Lex could get used to.
"Hey," Clark said. "How do you feel?"
Lex thought took quick stock and thought about saying fine, or thirsty, or wrung out. He wanted to ask what had happened, how long he'd been out, and what the results of the test were.
What he said was, "You're attracted to Morgan Edge," in a dry, raspy voice that didn't quite sound like him.
Clark sighed and pressed the wall next to the bed. The wall immediately started to shift and twist. Part of it extended out and solidified into a table.
Lex tried not to gasp and tried very hard not to geek out. He wanted to touch it and see if it felt normal, and ask how it worked. He wanted to know if the bed was made the same way, or the chair, or the desk. He wanted to ask where they were, and how the place had been built, and how Clark knew to find it.
Instead, he said nothing.
"Drink this," Clark said. He handed Lex the pink liquid. "You're dehydrated."
He obeyed, but did so with a glare. The liquid tasted like water, but there must have been something else to it because, when it was gone, Lex felt a little more complete. The stretched and dried feeling faded away, and his mind seemed to stabilize. He could think much clearer.
"Better?"
"Did you love him?" Lex demanded. He needed to know. Up until now, his biggest rivals had been Lana and the ex-boyfriend; now it appeared his biggest rival was his ....
Morgan Edge. His biggest rival was Morgan Edge, and it was so much easier to pick a fight over that than ask what the test results had been.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Lex." Clark sat on the bed and picked up the bowl. "No, I didn't love Morgan. Yes, I find him attractive. I always have. That's why I let him buy me." He sighed and stirred what looked like chicken soup. "He was ... powerful, and sexy, and so confident. Everyone else I knew that summer I managed to cow under. I was a teenage alien, high on drugs and had a massive chip on my shoulder. I had power and I let everyone know it. Morgan didn't care." He placed the spoon at Lex's lips, and Lex, feeling stupid, accepted it.
It was chicken soup.
Clark sighed again. "He used me, yes. And I used him. But, in everything, he knew that I was hurting, and he gave me a place where I was safe. He never forced me to do anything. Ever. I blew him that first night, and then, for two solid weeks, I did nothing but play video games and sleep all day, and go out and party all night. He asked me to sleep with him, blow him, rob a bank, break into Lane Enterprises, and I said no. And he *let* me say no. So, I started doing what he asked."
"You were sixteen years old. He took advantage of you."
"Yes, but when I had enough, he let me go. He could have threatened my parents, Lex. Threatened me." Clark shook his head. "He never did. So, forgive me if some of my feelings towards him aren't complete hatred. Forgive me if I still find him attractive. I don't love him, I never did. But Morgan doesn't repulse me."
"I thought prostitutes weren't supposed to be attracted to their johns. I thought it was supposed to be all business."
Clark shrugged and brought the spoon up to Lex's mouth again. "You're probably right, but I didn't know anything. I was sixteen years old. I'd only lost my virginity the night before, and I hadn't done it for money. I wasn't even a prostitute until Morgan offered to pay me, and I agreed because I thought it'd be cool to get paid to have sex and play video games and stuff." He set the soup aside and took Lex's hands. "Lex, he's nothing to me, okay? I swear."
"Then why did you let him pin you to the wall while ...." My world was falling apart, he finished silently.
Clark sighed and lifted Lex's hands. He pressed a kiss to both his palms and said, "I'm sorry, baby. There was just so much going on. I wanted to go after you, but I thought you needed time alone. And then Morgan came over. Started reminiscing, and I just sort of let him." He kissed the inside of Lex's wrist. "I'm sorry if it hurt you."
Lex pulled his hands away and laid back on the pillows. It was so hard to fight with Clark, especially over something like this. The image of Morgan standing over Clark, playing with the buttons of Clark's shirt made him see red. But Clark did sincerity like no one else. And, in the end, Lex trusted him. He could feel Clark's love with every fiber of his being, and even with Morgan between them, he was forced to believe that Clark wanted no one but him.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Sorry."
"No. It's okay."
"Don't treat me so well, Clark. Please."
Clark leaned in and kissed him. "You deserve to be treated like a prince, Lex. I'm not going to treat you like anything else."
"I don't ..."
"You deserve the world."
Lex sighed and rested his head on Clark's shoulder. "What happened to me?" he asked. "Why was I asleep?" He felt a lot better than he had when he woke up, but still couldn't remember what had happened.
"I flew too fast. It was just too much for you, especially on top of throwing up earlier. I'm sorry."
"It was an emergency."
"Nothing is more important than your life. Not even a paternity test."
His stomach twisted violently and Lex pushed that away. "How long was I out?" he asked, sitting back up.
"About an hour. The AI said you were all right, so I didn't worry too much. I put you in bed, took off your shoes and pants, I hope you don't mind."
"Last night we were sleeping in the same bed practically naked, Clark. It's fine." God. Had it only been last night? It felt like forever ago, and the hopeful sense of destiny Lex had carried with him was worn down. Looking down at his lap, he twisted his fingers together. "Where are we, exactly?" he asked.
"The Arctic. In my Fortress of Solitude."
Lex looked at him through his lashes.
Clark grinned, cheeks pink. "My parents used to call the loft that. Said that every teenager needed one. The caves gave me the instructions to build this, and, when it was done, I named it after." He took Lex's hand. "I've never brought anyone here before."
"No one?"
Clark shook his head. "The AI about had a fit when I walked through the door with you. It didn't think your mind could comprehend everything, but I assured it that you'd be fine. Everything is familiar enough for you to deal with." He licked his lips. "The Kryptonians were a lot like humans, but I guess there are differences."
"I can tell. It feels alien, somehow. Although, I've been to a few places in the world that felt alien, too." He looked at the table. "That's pretty cool."
"Everything here--the furniture and stuff, not the computers and food--is made from the walls. It forms to fit my needs, and I generally don't even have to ask. It just knows."
"That's pretty cool."
Clark nodded. "This is where I come to see where people in need are. When I'm not listening to them call for help." He moved closer to Lex, leaning over his body. "And, even though I generally won't do this, I can use it for work. It can get into any computer in the world and is undetectable."
Lex's eyes slid shut as Clark kissed him. The kiss was very soft, a sigh, but with more substance.
"I'm indulging us right now," he said softly, "and it's looking into what's going on at Lane Enterprises. We'll call the EPA, write the article, and then Lois will have to answer to the public."
Lex put his arm around Clark's neck and tugged him down. Their mouths met wetly, and Lex was demanding and hard. His tongue pressed into Clark's insistently, seeking out every wet, warm spot he could find.
Clark moaned into his mouth, hands sliding up Lex's arms. They found his hands and unknotted them from around his neck, lacing their fingers together. He straddled Lex's body and the hard bulge beneath his pants pressed against Lex's own swelling sex.
"God," Lex gasped, tearing his mouth away from Clark's. He pressed his head against the pillows, hips grinding into Clark's. He untangled his left hand from Clark's and tugged at his shirt. "Off."
He laughed. "For a man who was ordering me to wait last night, you're pretty pushy now."
Lex ripped the buttons from Clark's shirt and laid that magnificent chest bare. "I don't see any parents around here," he breathed, mouthing Clark's nipple.
With a soft moan, Clark fell to his elbow on the bed, propped up next to Lex. Pushing his shirt from him, Lex urged Clark onto his back and untangled their hands. His shirt had no buttons, so he just pulled it over his head and tossed it away onto the floor.
"God, you're gorgeous," Lex sighed. He ran his hands down Clark's chest and stomach, eyes feasting on the tanned flesh.
Clark turned red. "You're good for my ego."
"Please," he snorted. "A walking god needs no ego boost." He bent over Clark's body and gently sank his teeth into a fleshy part over his hip.
"Lex," Clark gasped. His hips bucked.
Releasing the skin from his teeth, Lex licked up Clark's chest, outlining his muscles with the tip of his tongue. Obligingly, the muscles bunched under his skin. He traced each muscle in Clark's stomach, then dipped into his navel.
Clark groaned loudly when he did, knuckles white on the sheets. "Lex," he whispered. "You're driving me insane."
"Isn't that the point?" He made his way back up to Clark's nipples and blew a stream of air over them.
The pearled immediately. Lex smiled and took one into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue.
Clark gasped and released the sheets. "Have I mentioned yet I love you?" he asked as he trailed his fingers up Lex's spine, sending a shower of sparks skating over Lex's skin. His stomach tightened and twisted, heat slicking his skin with sweat.
He released Clark's nipple and returned to his mouth, hungrily devouring it. He didn't want to talk, and most definitely didn't want to listen. Right now, all he wanted was to feel.
Teasingly, he coaxed Clark's tongue out of his mouth to play. As he rolled his own tongue over it, Lex tugged at Clark's shoulders, urging him over.
"I want you," he whispered roughly, wrapping his legs around Clark's hips as he rolled on top. "In me, now."
"Lex." Clark kissed down his neck, biting him. "We can wait. You're upset."
He threaded his fingers through Clark's hair and tugged. When Clark's head was high enough for him to look into his eyes, he said evenly, "I don't want to wait."
Clark gazed down at him for a long moment. Gently, he traced Lex's face and lips. "Baby, I love you. And you know I want you. But I don't want you to be able to use this against me."
"I don't know what you mean," Lex said, throat closing.
"You haven't asked me the results of the test, Lex."
He closed his eyes and looked away. "Clark, please just make love to me," he said shakily.
Clark pulled his head back. "And what are you going to ask me when I'm done?" Lips pressed against Lex's forehead. "Lex, I know you. You won't give yourself freely to me until you're free. And right now, you aren't, so, if I indulge you, and we make love, when we're done, you're going to ask ..."
"How do I compare to my father?" Lex supplied dully. He opened his eyes. "Do I kiss like him?"
"No, baby. You're nothing like Morgan."
"I have his eyes." He was trembling, and fighting back tears with everything he had. "Mom's were green. Dad's were brown. I never wondered where the blue came from, but they're Morgan's eyes." He swallowed hard. "I have his lips too, don't I?"
Clark didn't answer.
"*Don't* I?"
He sighed. "Maybe. I don't know, I don't go around cataloguing and comparing. Okay? And if he hadn't said anything, I never would have known." He kissed Lex.
"All those years," he whispered. "All those years I was afraid of him, and he's my father. He's ..." He broke off and bit his lip. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned his head.
Clark sat up, pulling Lex with him. "I know. But you didn't know. They lied to you. All those years. God, I thought I hated Lionel before, but now? He's lucky he's dead."
When Lex opened his eyes again, everything was fuzzy and filmed. "I don't know .... I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't ...."
"Shhhh," Clark whispered, kissing him gently. "Just relax, Lex. We're going to get through this. You're going to get through this."
He pulled away and swiped at his eyes. "I need to go home," he said, climbing out of bed. His shirt was on the floor; he picked it up and tugged it over his head.
"Lex ..."
"Where are my shoes?" Before Clark could answer, he saw them by the door. He crossed the room to them.
"Lex, please. Don't, okay?"
He turned. "I need time to process this." He sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "I just found out that my father isn't my father. My father is the man I've feared all my life for some unknown reason, and that the man I thought was my father wanted to kill me and replace me with a clone. I .... It's just a little much to deal with, and I want to be alone."
"Then be alone here for awhile."
Lex shook his head. "I need to go home, Clark. I need to go where it's comfortable and familiar and I ...." He wiped his eyes again and whispered desperately, "*Please*."
Clark sighed and rose out of bed. He pulled his shirt on and crossed the room. "Let's go," he said softly, hands on Lex's hips. For a moment, he just held on, gazing into Lex's eyes. Then he lifted Lex and left the room.
The flight back must have been slower than the flight out. Lex was awake and aware the entire time as they flew. Like the first time, Clark cradled Lex with his back against his chest, holding him safely in his embrace.
Lex closed his eyes and tried not to feel the tears beating against his eyelids. He tried to pretend that everything that had happened was just a dream and, when he woke up, he and Clark would be together in bed and finally move to each other and make love. He tried to pretend ...
"We're here," Clark said softly, landing on Lex's balcony.
Lex opened his eyes and pulled away. "Thanks." He turned.
Clark had changed into his Superman costume before they left, and now his cape was whipping around him heroically. "Can I come in?"
He shook his head. "I just really need to be alone right now. Please?"
"Okay." He pulled Lex to him and kissed him soundly. "I love you, Lex. No matter who you are or who your father was or what you do, I love you. Always."
Lex wrapped his arms around Clark and kissed him back, clinging to him. Clark was the only thing in his life that made sense, and he was terrified of that.
Breathless, he pulled away. "I'll call you tomorrow." Then, kissing Clark again quickly, he went into the house and closed the door behind him.
TBC ...
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Date: 2004-01-18 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-18 11:31 pm (UTC)Nothing constructive to say at all, except that I love it & can't wait for the next piece. *g*
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Date: 2004-01-18 11:42 pm (UTC)You used smallville_au! Thank you, sweetie!
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Date: 2004-01-19 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 06:05 am (UTC)The twist of Morgan being Lex's biological Dad is brilliant - as is his totally conflicted response to the news, and the fact that he's got issues with Clark and Morgan's past. (I have to admit, I still want to slap Clark for letting Morgan mack on him while poor Lex is falling apart).
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Date: 2004-01-19 07:19 am (UTC)I'm totally hooked on this. *g*
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Date: 2004-01-19 07:20 am (UTC)I can’t wait for the next part!
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Date: 2004-01-19 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 09:44 am (UTC)Well, I'll forgive you for saying nothing constructive ... this time. ;) No, I'm glad that I managed to nail it enough to make you happy. This pleases me muchly. Thanks for the comments!
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Date: 2004-01-19 09:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 09:46 am (UTC)He really does. Luickly, his boyfriend is super, and he can do it without getting tired. ;)
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Date: 2004-01-19 09:50 am (UTC)I'm still shocked that no one had come up with this before. It just sort of hit me one day, and I wanted to *read* it not write it. But, at the same time, I couldn't give the bunny up for adoption, and it finally got to me.
Speaking of bunnies, I *love* your icon. :)
The twist of Morgan being Lex's biological Dad is brilliant
I have been *dying* to do this for weeks now. It just hit me one day that Morgan and Lex resemble each other a little more than Lionel and Lex, and wouldn't it be cool .... Truthfully, I didn't realize it'd fit in so well here until the day before I wrote it. I'm very much an off the cuff writer (as proved by this scene, where I thought Clark and Lex were going to have sex, and then they didn't) and I've had no idea where I was going. Now, I think I do. :)
I have to admit, I still want to slap Clark for letting Morgan mack on him while poor Lex is falling apart
Yeah, well, just because he's super doesn't mean he's not still stupid. He was just confused, and I assure you, if he coudl change than, he would.
Thanks for your comments!
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Date: 2004-01-19 09:51 am (UTC)I'm totally hooked on this.
Thanks!
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Date: 2004-01-19 09:52 am (UTC)Thank you! More to come soon, I hope. ;)
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Date: 2004-01-19 09:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-19 11:58 am (UTC)