When Devils Speak the Truth

By AshtakRa

Title: When Devils Speak the Truth

Fandom: Smallville

Characters: As many of them as possible, from as many other fandoms as I can manage and still keep track

Genre: Future Fic, AU, slash, whumpage abounds

Pairings: Clark/Oliver, rest are surprises

Rating: R – that means adults only people, you have been informed

Warnings: MM Slash, death, torture, genocide, apocalyptic themes, sex, sacrifice,

persecution, religious stupidity.

Summary: Clark refuses his destiny and is thrust into the future, a future where he never became the hero he was meant to be. He must survive on an Earth that is dying and face friends and loved ones who can no longer be trusted. Reuniting with Oliver tests the bond they once thought unbreakable and Clark must decide what being a hero actually means.

Chapter 1: Saying Goodbye to Tomorrow

(Author's Note: Forgive me this first chapter, but the scene must be set – I promise that the adventure will begin properly soon enough)

The material was smooth and cool to the touch as Clark ran a hand over it. Oliver had insisted he keep the uniform, just in case. More likely Oliver would want him to put it on but never leave the apartment. The memory should have brought a blush to his cheeks but instead it brought warmth to his chest, and to other areas. Damn Oliver for being away! Of course he could just fly over to pay the handsome blonde a visit. His finger idly tapped the counter top as the notion spun around his mind. Oliver made temptation hard to resist, especially when he was on the other side of the world. An insistent buzzing interrupted his musing and checking the screen Clark cursed softly, another habit he had acquired from the delectable Mr Queen.

"Lois," Clark gave the greeting neutrally, since last time they had been in this room together their positions had been somewhat reversed.

"Smallville?" She seemed a little perplexed at him being here. Assuming she must know Oliver was out of town made Clark consider toying with her a little; its not as if she didn't deserve it after all the hell she had sent his way. Then his trusty conscience kicked in and reminded him that she had her heart broken by Oliver, rubbing it in her face would be cruel.

"Oliver asked me to stay while he was away; he knew I didn't have a proper place in the city." As explanations go it was the truth, just not the whole of it. Like… Oliver did ask me to stay – as we were naked and sweaty and I could only utter one syllable words. She nodded absently, already discounting Clark from the equation as she so often did. He had to think for about the thousandth time how she expected to be a hot shot reporter when she continually missed the obvious?

"I'm here on business, your mother's business actually," Lois blustered, her ability to twist the truth almost as good as Clark's. "Charity event, lots of rich, fat clients pretending to care about the world – so I thought it would be perfect for Oliver." She was holding an envelope, probably with a real invitation. Lois might have an agenda but she was most often prepared, Clark had to concede that much.

He took the invite gently and leaned back on the desk. "Ollie's hardly fat and he doesn't pretend to care." The words left his mouth before his brain quite caught up but he just could not let the jibe go undefended. Lois narrowed her eyes at him and gave him a good look up and down.

"You boys always do stick together, I should have known better." She sniffed derisively and flicked an errant hair back. "But you're right. Truth is a lot of Martha's detractors will be there and I thought an ally would be useful, even if it was Ollie."

How could Clark hold that against her, she was after all protecting his mother? Putting an arm around her as he led her to the elevator he said with a smile, "I appreciate that Lois. It was big of you to come here, knowing how you must feel." Okay, that was selfish but Clark did not want to lose Lois as a friend and if she was still hung up on Oliver then there would be problems.

"I'm a grown up Clark, I can take a few knocks you know," she wriggled out of his hold as they reached the elevator. "Besides, what I had with Ollie was great but I think I always knew it wouldn't last."

"Really," said Clark smartly and Lois gave him a strange look as she got in.

As the doors closed she gave a little laugh. "Careful Smallville, you're even starting to sound like him." Now what the hell did that mean thought Clark as he shrugged to himself and gave his mother a quick call. Sure enough there was a fundraiser and she was worried about the amount of conservatives there. Promising to be there Clark made a decision and walking out to the balcony he leapt into the early evening air.

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The collar was restrictive, the material felt too light and he was sure the pants were a size or two too small. A touch on his elbow let him know Oliver had returned with drinks and Clark took the glass eagerly, if only because it made him feel he had something to do. "Would you relax," whispered Oliver. "This is not the first time we've been out together, and you did say your mom was okay with it."

"That's not it," muttered Clark and his gaze flicked across the room. "My mom's trying to woo these people to donate lots of money. People who make their living by preaching their version of family values and what a danger change is – and what do I do?"

"Support her," stated Oliver as if it were the obvious.

"Yeah – by turning up with my boyfriend. Have you seen the looks they've been giving us?"

Oliver laughed and crooked an arm in Clark's. "Believe me; they've seen it all before. They may speak about conservative values but there's not a person in this room that hasn't got a mistress or lover – male and female. They're looking because of jealousy. We can reveal our love and they can't. If anything it should work in Senator Kent's favour."

Muttering some kind of answer Clark smiled as his mother joined them. Kissing both him and Oliver she smiled broadly. "You boys look positively beautiful – how did you get him into a suit Oliver?"

"Custom fit and he still hates it Martha – I can see why you must have stocks in the t-shirt and jeans market."

"He always did hate anything too form fitting – probably due to the clothes he was always destroying as a child."

"Mom!"

Martha Kent just laughed and walked away, her job as a mother done. Clark was now well and truly embarrassed. Still, it was good to see her happy again and laughing so easily. If only half the reason for that had not joined her across the room, Lionel Luthor. The senior Luthor may have seemingly crossed over to their side but how could he ever be expected to trust man that had plotted to kill most of his friends at one time or another.

"You want to get out of here," soft lips whispered in his ear as another hand snaked around his abdomen. "All that talk of tight clothes and ripping them off has given me ideas."

"She didn't say that," protested Clark weakly.

"I know what I heard," Oliver answered and nipped at his earlobe. That was enough to break down Clark's defences and they quickly exited. The wait was painful as they took the BMW home, flying was an option but then there would be questions.

In the elevator Oliver attacked and tore off the tie, going to work on Clark's neck and upper chest. As the doors opened he easily lifted Oliver and carried them in to the couch. This time they removed the clothes slowly, not even Oliver willing to rip the expensive suits. Once down to underwear though the frenzied attack recommenced. Oliver took the top, licking Clark's nipples and moaning about delicious heat and hard slick bodies. Clark wanted to tell him just to shut up but experience told him Oliver was a talker, and sometimes it was such a turn on.

Moving down to his stomach Oliver looked up, his lips glistening and his eyes with an evil spark. Clark couldn't help it and the anticipation made his abdomen muscles quiver, Oliver chuckled and hooked fingers under the waistband. Removing them with a practiced motion he gazed down at Clark's erection, seemingly considering it before using a hand to bring it up to his mouth. Even though he was watching every action the sudden warm, wet texture made Clark gasp and he threw his head back as Oliver started moving up and down. His gasp became a groan as Oliver used his tongue to trace the contour of his cock, from slit to base. While not arrogant about his size Clark was always impressed Oliver could take all of him.

Releasing him for a moment made Clark look down in time to see Oliver removing his own briefs and taking himself in hand, massaging his own cock to full erection before returning to work on Clark. The sight of Oliver consuming him, while working himself was almost enough to make Clark cum too early. With a grinding of teeth and deep breathing he avoided the wave of pleasure and rolled them both over. This time it was he who moved down Oliver's body until reaching his manhood. He was fully engorged and leaking pre-cum so Clark didn't risk ending this too soon and instead cupped Oliver's balls and massaged them gently, holding his cock up out of the way before placing first one then both testicles in his mouth. Oliver bucked and yelled his name and tried to grind against Clarks hand but he held him firm. This was not going to end just yet.

Oliver must have sensed his intention and relaxed his thighs, opening up like a full invitation. Licking two fingers Clark traced Oliver's opening lightly before nudging one and then both in. This caused a whole new round of squirming on Oliver's part and Clark could not resist pumping his own cock as he eased a third finger in and Oliver screamed his name around some other obscenities. Clark was not bothered by the language, he did have Oliver impaled on his fingers so playing innocent was a little redundant. Moving his tongue up Oliver's shaft Clark could see a trails of pre-cum dribbled over the other man's navel, how Oliver had held on this long Clark could not be sure.

A hand moved down and shoved a tube next to Clark's head. Looking up Clark had to ask, "Are you sure?" The need and want on Oliver's face was all the answer he needed and Clark quickly lubed himself and Oliver up. He knew that this wouldn't take long but the break to prepare had given them at least a little more time. Moving up until his member nudged against Oliver's he grinned into the other man's face, the absolute trust and openness was complete as he prepared to take this last step in their relationship. "Now Clark, now!" urged Oliver. Needing no further encouragement Clark guided himself to Oliver's opening and edged in. The other man hissed and Clark hesitated but Oliver just whispered to keep going. Being very careful with his strength Clark moved in little by little until he seemed to cross some barrier and the rest slid in smoothly. Oliver was silent but the expression on his face was one big 'O' of enjoyment. He pulled back a little then thrust back in and Clark had never felt so much pleasure as the heat and tightness of Oliver enveloped him completely. His thrusting speeded up and as the orgasm built he used a hand to start pumping Oliver, knowing they were both so close. In next to no time, but what could have been an eternity Oliver bucked hard and Clark felt his cum shoot up, the amount easily spraying them both. His own orgasm hit and he almost froze as his cock continued to pump its juices into Oliver. Holding himself up by one arm he stared down into Oliver's face, a mixture of amazement and gratification mirroring his own. He was still within Oliver when he leaned in and gave the other man a deep kiss, allowing their bodies to rub in the sweat and semen. For this one moment Clark had never felt such a mixture of joy, pleasure, accomplishment, trust and most of all love.

Later, after they had cleaned up and simply lay intertwined in bed watching some lame show on the secrets of the pharaohs Clark let errant thoughts filter through his head. Oliver was dozing in his arms and Clark could both feel and hear his slow steady heartbeat, it was a beat he now knew so well he could recognise it across the room, or maybe further. The fact was he realised his love for Lana had never compared to this and even his need to belong seemed redundant. This was where he should be, in this bed and with this man – what else was there to consider? He may be an alien, with powers that had to be kept hidden and possible intergalactic enemies over the horizon – but to Oliver he was just a man to love. Thinking about it he could see that although Oliver had been jealous of his power and humbled by his sense of right and wrong he had still only ever treated him as an equal. Not as a plaything, or as a mystery – not as something dangerous to keep contained. Nor had he tried to manipulate Clark, whatever he had wanted he had asked for – eventually, but none-the-less honestly and without ulterior motives. Here with Oliver he could finally feel safe, if only for this one short moment of time. It made Clark consider what Jor'El wanted of him and if it included having people in his life like Oliver. Probably not, which created a conflict.

Slipping out of bed he quickly dressed and took a final look at Oliver, who had woken but now silently returned his stare. It was hard to discern what the entirety of that look contained, and if he wanted to ever fully understand Oliver Queen. Finding out was half the fun and he wanted to spend a lifetime doing it.

"I won't be long."

"I know." Oliver said it with such certainty, not arrogance but self-assuredness. In a blink Clark moved and the world around him blurred.

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"Hello Kal'El," boomed the voice of Jor'El and Clark could not help but wince slightly, he was sure there was already disapproval in the greeting. "You are finally here my son, to complete your training."

"No." His voice echoed around the fortress and only silence answered him. He had said no before but always Jor'El had argued and threatened. This time it was if Jor'El was considering, maybe the no had been more definite than before. "Jor'El?" prompted Clark.

"You are set in this course Kal'El, refusal is not an option. Your destiny was set in motion long ago. The fate of so many rests in your hands – the lives of those you have yet to meet and many who you will never know."

"And what about the people I know now. What of those I care for, and love?" Clark clenched his fists and thought not for the first time at the stupidity of this, arguing with a dead father in an ice fortress in the middle of no-where. Was Jor'El just a recording, some kind of computer with set parameters relying on input to act? "Every time I get closer to this destiny you speak of I lose something of myself – and I like who I am. I don't want to be you."

"Sacrifice is necessary Kal'El."

"Bullshit!" Again he was met with silence, perhaps the word had no meaning to a Kryptonian artificial intelligence program, but the intent had to get through. "I refuse my destiny and I say to hell with fate! My life is what I make it and if I have to leave the ones I love then it is no life at all."

Still no answer and Clark could swear he felt the walls vibrate with Jor'El's anger.

"Jor'El!"

"You walk a dangerous path my son," he finally answered. "Without purpose your enemies will find ways to destroy you and without the training I offer… you will surely perish."

In his mind Clark saw the people he cared for; his mother, Chloe, Lois, Lana, Pete, Oliver, Bart, Victor and A.C. Even Lex and Lionel, and many others he had met over the years. He tried to imagine a life without them, existence where he had to hide himself away in order to be this leader that Jor'El spoke of. It was not worth it and he had enough of feeling guilty for events he could not control. He could still do so much as he was, it wasn't perfect but why couldn't he have the best of both worlds. Didn't he deserve to be loved? The loneliness of his childhood, the pain of so many secrets kept and the friendships destroyed. Enough was enough.

"I choose my own path Jor'El. It may not be the life you want for me but if you truly are my father, if he is in there somewhere then I ask you to understand this decision."

"Farewell Kal'El," the voice said flatly and one by one the walls fell dark and the fortress shut down. It was the only answer Clark was going to get. As the only light left came from outside Clark had to step carefully towards the console before putting in the control crystal that would return him home, probably for the last time. A flickering of light made him look up and out and he waited a moment to gaze at the myriad of colours that filled the sky. The sun had set long ago and the aurora borealis was in full splendour, a parting gift wondered Clark wryly.

He inserted the crystal and light enveloped him.

Tbc…