Warnings: Non-Con and graphic imagery...not to mention, a depressed Clark... :(
Earlier:
Blood. Blood everywhere. A body as pale as the ice around them was writhing, crying out in agony as boiling hot pressure grew in his body. He laughed, deep in his chest, as the man beneath him sobbed, tears flowing freely down his face. He could feel it. The mutation of the human's body, and what it would mean for the future of his race. His instincts plowed forward, ripping a powerful orgasm from his body. On the last thrust, the human screamed, loud and long. When Kal-El pulled away, blood covered him in patches, from head to toe. He couldn't help but feel pride. How could he not? This arrogant human, so foolishly thinking he had any power over the Son of Krypton!
Another scream ripped through his head. He clutched it, seething. The traitorous farmboy! He felt pain of his own, but it was deep in his chest. It was a clawing, twisting, and ripping sensation inside of him, tearing a throaty growl from him.
"You monster!" The voice inside of him cried. He fought the mind inside of him, while the human slowly lost awareness. Inside, the farmboy lashed out, screaming in rage. Kal-El jerked with the sensation, feeling himself slowly fading.
"No! We have a mission we must fulfill!" He cried, folding in on himself. The farmboy was pushing forward, rage and pain pressing in on Kal-El like fire. "Is one human runt worth the death of Krypton?" The boy didn't answer, but Kal-El's mind was slipping even further, with no struggle. "I will come back, Clark Kent. You know that."
"And I will do everything in my power to keep him from you. I'll kill us before we hurt him again." Kal-El smirked, almost completely withdrawn.
"We'll see about that, farmboy." Everything fell away into darkness for both of them.
Lex wished he was dead. Not because of the pain, or the feeling of being violated, but because he knew, like a switch being flipped, that when he woke up, the man that would be sitting there would be Clark, not Kal-El. Clark would be there, upset and broken. He knew him too well. He also knew that if Clark reached out to touch him, he would flinch. His body wouldn't know the difference.
Those green eyes he loved were dull, watery, and in agony. Clark sat in front of him, curled into a tight ball, visibly trying to keep himself together.
"What hurts?" He whispered, afraid to speak any louder.
Lex took in the jaw-aching pains that racked his entire body. Everything hurt, but a spike of sharp fire shot up his spine, making him groan. Clark shuddered, struggling to breathe evenly.
"I don't know," Lex answered honestly. Clark shook his head, biting his lips shut, tears building up in his eyes.
"Your shoulder is dislocated." He mumbled, trembling. "You're covered in bruises. There are bite marks on your neck and chest. Your...um, your-your ripped. That's where most of the blood c-c-came...f-f-fro-" Clark lept to his feet, shaking, sobbing. "Lex, I...I-I, oh my God, what have I done?!" He collapsed to his knees on the other side of the room, but Lex couldn't move. His body was thankfully half-numb from shock, but that also meant that this pain that kept him frozen in place was only a pale echo of what was to come. "Lex, I'm so...-I'm sorr-," his words fell to a primal howl. The howl ripped out Lex's heart. So much pain. Too much pain.
"Clark, please." He begged. Clark howled again, driving his fist into the ground. Lex tried to move, to go over to him, but he had no strength. "Clark, it wasn't-"
"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Clark bellowed, glaring at Lex. Lex drew back, fear gripping him. "It is my fault. He went after you and I couldn't-..." he collapsed, crying. He spoke so low that Lex could barely hear him, "I couldn't protect you."
"Clark, please," he begged again, desperate for his Clark, his rock. Clark looked up, his eyes dead, with no light. "Clark," he sighed. "Let's just go home. Please, let's just go home."
Clark stared at Lex, and Lex felt horrified. His Clark was gone. This Clark was beaten, haunted, and Lex felt like he was the one who broke him.
"My love," Lex breathed in Kryptonian. Clark howled again, his voice cracking. "Love, the man who did this is a monster. You are not the monster." Clark moved toward him, his hands hovering over Lex's body. Lex mentally prepared for Clark's touch, but then Clark yanked his hands away, his bottom lip quivering.
"I can't, Lex. I'm scared I'll hurt you again." He moved away from Lex, towards the console. He pulled the octoganal key out of his pocket. He caught Lex's eye, and terror washed over Lex, chilling him to the bone.
"Clark, no." Clark didn't respond as he inserted the key into the console. "Clark, no, please!" Lex could imagine the horrified faces of Martha and Johnathan Kent, once again facing a parent's worst nightmare. "Please!" Lex begged. He pushed himself forward, using every reserve of strength he had. If he could just get to Clark, hold him, maybe he could convince him to stay, but then snow and wind started to whip around him. "Clark, please!" He cried, reaching a hand out to him. Clark stayed, out of reach, as blinding light surrounded Lex. Lex tried to grab whatever he could, to anchor himself in the confusion, but there was nothing. The light grew brighter and white hot. Lex screamed in frustration as the shadow that was Clark was disappearing in the blaze.
"I love you, Lex. I love you." Everything under him fell away, and he fell screaming.
Oliver had an arrow trained on the target. It had been a slow night in Metropolis, so he turned in early and decided to fill in the time with target practice. He placed it at the end of the roof, with another arrow already set in the center. He often gave himself this challenge. His best run was two out of five. He would graze it mostly, and break it, sure, but split the arrow straight down the middle? It was always fun.
His phone started chiming, making him release the arrow. He cursed as it struck the bullseye, but parallel to the arrow. He snatched the ringing phone out of his pocket, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear, without seeing who it was.
"Whoever this is, it better be good," he snapped.
Heavy breathing forced its way over the line. "Oliver," the voice pleaded. He instantly recognized Clark's voice, even though it was thick with emotion.
"Clark, what's wrong?"
"Listen," he said urgently, "I want you to promise me, no matter what, you will protect Lex from me."
"Clark, what are-"
"Promise me!" Clark yelled over the line, making Oliver flinch.
"Okay, okay, I promise." He threw down his bow, moving to edge of the roof, looking out over Metropolis, half-expecting to see Clark somewhere. "What's going on, Clark?"
"I mean it, Oliver. I want you to make Kryptonite arrows. Tell Chloe to track down Kryptonite jewelry, weapons, anything, and give it to everyone. I mean it, Oliver, everyone!"
"You have my word, Clark," even though Oliver looked around wildly, desperate for an explanation. "What the hell is going on, Clark?"
He heard Clark sob over the phone, which didn't help his sense of dread. "Lex is in the Kuwatche Caves and he's hurt. I need you to take him to a doctor, and to watch over him. He's in serious danger. Whatever happens, you don't let me near him. From this point on, don't trust me, at all. Lex will explain."
"Clark, what-"
"From now on, I'm the bad guy." Oliver called Clark's name again, but the line went dead. Fear settled in his stomach like a stone. He gathered his things in one hand, and hurriedly dialed the phone with another. It rang four times before Rebecca, his personal assistant finally picked up.
"Hello?" she slurred.
"Becky," he barked. "I need you to call my personal physician and have him meet me in Smallville immediately, promise him double the pay if you have to. I also need you to make arrangements for me to stay long term in Smallville, as well. There is a...family matter I must be there for."
On the other side of the line was nothing but cursing and things crashing as she was obviously stumbling out of bed, "Of course, Mr. Queen, right away, sir! Shall I also tell Mr. Evrat to take over the business matters?"
"Yes, absolutely, thank you, Becky." He hung up the phone, rushing down to his apartment. He dialed the phone again. This time, it only took one ring.
"Chloe Sullivan," Chloe's voice answered.
"Chloe! It's Oliver. Clark and Lex are in trouble." He rushed around the penthouse, throwing clothes into a duffel bag. "I'll explain later, but right now, we need to find Lex. Clark said he's in the caves."
"Why isn't Clark there?" she asked.
He paused, staring at the pile of balled up clothes in the bag. "I don't know," he replied.
Oliver killed the engine of the Porsche, hopping out of the driver's side. Chloe was waiting for him halfway into the field, flashlight hanging loosely in one hand.
"Where's the doctor?" She asked when he jogged up to her.
"I told him to wait at the Kents. There's no telling what we'll find down there after the way Clark acted. He sounded awful. I hope Lex is okay...for Clark's sake." Chloe rolled her eyes. She reached into her bag, bringing out another flashlight, though Oliver didn't think they would need them for long. Dawn was only an hour away.
"Here." She said, handing him a small metal box. "The box is lead, just in case it's our Clark we run into." Oliver opened the box, seeing a small silver chain with a dog tag attached.
"A dog tag?" He asked, pulling it out. The tag had no writing, just a line of green stone going straight down the center. It looked like something he would wear. He looped it around his neck, the tag hanging over his heart.
"Kryptonite jewelry isn't that hard to find in Smallville." She said, pulling out another item, much bigger than the necklace. It was in a metal sheath. The sheath looked like it was hammered into place, beaten around the large knife inside. "Weapons, however, a harder to come by." She pulled the knife out, holding it out to him. He took it. It looked like a simple kitchen knife, but the edges were coated with Kryptonite. The edges were uneven, so uneven that Oliver considered giving it back. It was such a poor job that he didn't really want to carry it. "Before you say anything," she said, "that was the only one I could find under short notice. It won't win a beauty pageant, but it will hurt Clark enough that he'll back off."
"Would it kill him?" he asked.
She gave a humorless laugh, "It's not like we need to be equipped to kill-" Oliver gave her a heavy look, cutting her off. "Oh, God," she breathed. "He sounded that desperate?" He nodded, and all the air rushed out of her in a huff.
"We need to find Lex." Oliver said, changing the subject. Chloe nodded, but she still looked shaken. They started towards the caves, flashlights held out in front of them. Oliver held the knife, the sheath stuffed hastily in his pocket. He doubted Clark would show, but he didn't want to be caught by Clark unarmed, either. "Do you have any Kryptonite on you?"
"There's some in the bracelet and earrings I'm wearing. When it comes to me, Clark tends to go for the thro-..." She stopped, shivering. "Never mind." They ran up to the cave's entrance, and climbed inside.
The caves closed in around them, making Oliver sweat. None of them knew about his touch of claustrophobia, but then again, he wouldn't advertise it. "Lex?" he called, his voice echoing off the walls.
"Lex, it's us." Chloe added. "Clark told us you were here." The froze when they heard something that sounded like an animal. "What was that?" Chloe hissed, staring wide-eyed at Oliver. Oliver shrugged.
"Lex," he yelled, "talk to us, Lex. Where are you?" They continued into the caves, entering the large chasm where all the cave paintings were. Oliver looked around, the paintings stealing his attention. He had seen pictures, sure, but to see them in person. That was somehow more impressive.
"Lex!" Chloe gasped, running to the other end of the room. Oliver startled, tearing his gaze away from the paintings, and ran after her.
Lex was lying on his side, facing away from them, as they rushed up to him. "Lex, are you hurt?" Oliver asked. They knelt behind him, Chloe holding up her flashlight as Oliver looked him over. There was lots of blood, but Oliver couldn't tell where it was coming from. "Lex?" Oliver said again, turning him over onto his back. Lex groaned, long and pitifully, but he stayed motionless, his eyes closed. Oliver leaned closer to him, tapping Lex's cheek. "Lex, come on, wake up."
"Leave me here." Lex breathed, almost too quiet for Oliver to hear. Even though his mouth moved, his kept his eyes shut. "I want to die. Leave me here, Queen."
"Lex," Chloe cooed, taking his hand. "We've got to get you out of here. The Kents are waiting for you to come home." Lex's eyes opened then. They were foggy, unfocused. His lips then curled into a bloody smirk.
"They don't want me, and their son isn't coming home." He laughed, all of his pain replacing any humor. It made Oliver's stomach turn just to hear it. "Clark isn't coming back, but Kal-El will." Oliver bit back a yelp as Lex grabbed his shirt, and pulled him in close to his face. "Kill me. Let me die." Oliver fought to pull back. Chloe took hold of Lex's hands, trying to pry them off of Oliver. Lex didn't seem to notice. His eyes locked with Oliver's, and Oliver froze to the spot, pinned by the agony he saw. "Oliver," Lex croaked, "I can't live knowing that he's out there."
"This might help," Chloe offered, linking a silver chain around Lex's wrist. It was a simple chain connected to solid metal square. In the center of the square was a round piece of Kryptonite. "I think this with Lana's old necklace will be enough."
"He won't stop," Lex deadpanned. "He won't stop until he gets what he wants."
"What does he want?" Lex flinched, then jerked as he groaned in pain. Oliver pushed Chloe away, gathering Lex in his arms.
"There's no time for that," he stood, holding Lex to his chest. He forced himself not to notice blood dripping off of one of his arms. "We have to get him home." Chloe followed, and Lex just looked ahead, eyes dead, as Oliver ran all the way back to the Porsche, not worrying about stains as he laid Lex across the backseat, on his side. In the light of his car, he noticed a large bloodstain across the back of Lex's trousers. He gagged, but forced himself upright, slamming the door.
"Was that...?" Chloe turned deathly pale, the edges green. Oliver nodded, feeling weak in the knees himself. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, stifling the cry that rose in her throat.
"Chloe," Oliver said, taking her shoulders. "I need you to gather all the Kryptonite you can. The rocks, too. We need to set a perimeter around the Kents' house so Kal-El, Clark, or whoever will keep his distance." Chloe nodded, thanking Oliver with her eyes. She didn't think she could have held on at the Kents. Oliver turned towards his car, but paused, "And see if you can get your hands on Kryptonite bullets. I can handle Clark up close, but," he looked at the huddled form in the backseat of his car, "I don't think everyone else can."
She nodded, muttering a quick good-bye before she ran off to her car. Oliver slid into the driver's seat, taking deep breaths, and sped out of the field. Lex didn't say anything as Oliver sped down the highway, or as he drifted into the Kents' driveway, tossing up gravel.
It wasn't until he helped Lex out of the car, and held him as the Kents fussed over them, leading them into the kitchen, that Lex said under his breath, his eyes glaring at Oliver, "You should have killed me when you had the chance."
Oliver followed the Kents to the dining room table, which was covered in huge layers of towels and sheets, as his personal physician, Dr. Tidwell, prepared his things. Johnathan helped Oliver place Lex on the table. When everyone rushed off to grab different supplies, Oliver leaned close to Lex, "The Lex I know will live to see the day that Clark comes home."
Lex flinched, "He's never coming home, so what's the point?"
"The point is that the Lex I know would track down his Clark, hog-tie him, and drag him home. The Lex I know would see the Earth go up in smoke before he admits defeat."
Lex turned his head away, shutting his eyes tightly. "I'm not that Lex anymore."
Oliver pulled back. Dr. Tidwell rushed in, shooing away everyone but Martha, as Lex visibly tensed. Oliver smirked. The Lex he knows also hates doctors.