What Destiny Demands
I have come here to tell you that I have to go away,
Destiny is calling me so I cannot stay,
"I Must Leave" performed by Kai (Michael McManus) & Xev (Xenia Seeburg)
May 26, 2005
Luthor Towers
It was still dark when he entered their apartment. The sun would rise in a little over an hour, but until then the moon's soft light was all he had. Groping a bit, his fingers found the light switch. Before he could switch on the lights, a hand covered his own and a strained voice said, "Don't turn on the lights."
"Lex?"
"Don't," he softly commanded. Placing his fingers on Clark's lips, he whispered, "I think I know what you're going to say and I can't let you say it."
Smiling sadly, Clark kissed the soft fingertips. With a shaky hand, he took a hold of the fingers at his mouth. As he lowered the hand, he slowly rubbed circles with his thumb on the smooth skin of the wrist. He could barely see the outline of Lex's face, but he could feel his intense eyes burrowing into him.
"Lex…"
Again, fingers were at his lips.
"No. Don't ruin this moment with goodbye."
Again, Clark pulled the hand down until they stood there holding each other's hands. Pulling both hands back up to his lips, he kissed the knuckles. As he nuzzled the soft flesh, he sighed, "Okay."
Gently, the hands he held started to pull him down the hall. At their bedroom, Lex placed a feather light kiss to Clark's lips. Pulling away, he squared his shoulders and opened the door. Taking Clark by the hand, he led his lover across the floor. With gentle, patient hands, he stripped them both of their clothes.
Finally, with nothing between them, they fell upon the bed.
Smoothing hair away, he ran his fingertips across the smooth forehead, soft cheek and inviting lips. Memorizing every inch of flesh, their eyes never parted. Down a smooth neck, across strong shoulders and along prominent chest and stomach muscles, Lex continued his ministrations. Slowly, his hands dipped further down. Finally, his eyes broke away as his lips joined his hands.
With his head thrown back, Clark arched off the bed. The man between his thighs showed considerable skill and he fell powerless against it. As urgency coiled in his stomach, the hands on him fell away. The rush threatened to crest when the mouth also pulled away. Opening his questioning eyes, he watched as Lex climbed on top of him. As their eyes met, Lex lowered onto Clark's rigid flesh.
Engulfed in heat, Clark grabbed desperately at firm hips. The shock of losing this last virginity splashed over him, holding completion at bay. As the body above him rocked, the man above him pressed hot kisses to his lips. Their lips still pressed together, mumbled declarations and eternal vows of love passed between them.
Soon, the shock faded. Quickly, the urgency returned. As Clark's hips thrust forward, he reached between their bodies. For a few seconds, they were nothing but need, just two men frantic for release. Mercifully, release did not evade them for long. A few more thrusts and their journey came to a sweaty, slick end.
Pressing his forehead to Clark's, Lex whispered, "Try this one time. Please."
Placing his hands on Lex's cheeks, Clark concentrated on the hum of electricity. As the buzz of electricity grew deafening to his ears, he saw a glimpse. For a fraction of a second, their minds met. In that moment, there was no doubt. There was only a complete understanding of the depth of their love for each other.
Braced on his elbows, Lex pulled away. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips until he looked out the window and saw the first rays of sunlight in the distance. Frowning at the encroaching day, he leaned down and pressed a long kiss to Clark's lips. Up on his knees in an instant, he shifted the pliant body beneath him.
Finding himself on his stomach, Clark was still reeling from the night's activities. He parted his thighs when directed and the same went for when hands on his hips brought him up on his knees. With little preparation, he felt Lex enter him. Completely filled, a body pressed against his back, Clark rested his forehead against his arms and gave his body over.
Wrapping his arms around the body beneath him, Lex placed kisses against smooth skin. Truly hugging the man, they rocked slowly. As their passions intensified, he pressed his cheek to a tanned shoulder as his hands traveled. Gripping strong biceps, he clung to the man rocking along with him. The closer to completion he came, the tighter he clutched yielding flesh. As the waves crashed against him, he pushed off the warm body, disappointed there were no bruises.
A hand at the small of his back kept him in place. His face pressed against the mattress, his ass high in the air, he felt familiar warmth against his thighs as an arm reached around his body. Snug in a strong grasp, Clark struggled for completion. Thrusting into the fist, he panted as properly placed pressure held his orgasm at bay. Dancing the edge of ecstasy, he moaned. He grunted. He growled. The torture seemed to go on forever. In the end, he begged for release. Only then, as his fingers tore holes into the comforter beneath him, did his tormentor grant him release.
Collapsing onto the bed, sleep immediately grabbed hold of him. As darkness descended, his last clear sensation was a kiss pressed gently to his temple. He thought he heard a whisper, but by then, he was too far gone.
-{()}-
A Couple Hours Later
The first thing he noticed was the open closet door.
Waking up to a lonely bed, he let his eyes scan the room. Extending his hearing, he listened for any sounds coming from other parts of the apartment. None could be found. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his still damp hair.
That was when he noticed the closet door.
Slowly, he got off the bed and walked over to Lex's closet. Opening it all the way, his chin dropped at the sight of the empty space. Stepping inside, he pulled open the drawers. He managed to get through four drawers before the meaning attached to the lack of clothes hit him square in the chest. Stumbling back out to the bedroom, he shook his head as he rushed out to the hallway. Racing to the living room, he opened the DVD case. Again, all he found were empty shelves.
Spinning in a circle, he walked back to the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, he looked for any trace of Lex in the room. That was when he saw it resting on his nightstand.
Slowly, he made his way over to the bed and sat down. Reaching out, he picked up the watch. Running his thumb over the glass protecting the Napoleonic Franc, he bit his bottom lip.
'You know how important this is to me. I think sometimes it's my conscience, my soul. Wear this tonight and you'll be carrying the better parts of me with you.'
Clutching at the watch, he dropped his head in his hands. Shaking his head back and forth, he wrenched his head back up and stared blankly at the ceiling. As tears stung at his eyes, he said, "Oh Lex, I never wanted this."