Silence; the absence of noise, the most beautiful noise of them all. Lex had not realized how much he missed it until he couldn't hear anything but the steady beating of a heart against his back and the relaxed breathing of the man cradling him from behind.
He looked through his perpetual vision to see Clark dozing in and out of sleep, face a perfect sight of contentment and angelic beauty. He was smiling, his lips twisted into it naturally, and Lex wondered how lucky he was, to gaze at his own homely version of a world wonder.
Well, technically Clark was a world wonder, being an alien, but he meant it more, as there was no faults to Clark. The perfect curve of his nose, with his intense truthful eyes, pouty soft lips, the strong jaw line underlined with fragile interior.
The best thing he could describe it was the Roman arts, with their statues of Gods and biblical figures, being so impossibly impressive, well endowed in beauty and all other qualities that shall make one a God or Goddess.
"Sans peur et sans reproché, " he whispered, finding the words he was searching for within his mind. The meaning of the words were lost on him in his haze of bliss, but he knew they were right, as he leaned into Clark, feeling the warmth enclose him
You're too important for anyone
You play the role of all you ought to be
He was an early riser by nature and he knew Clark was as well, which made him only want to allow Clark to just lie there in his half awake state, enjoying the feeling of being nowhere and everywhere at once. He didn't mind relaxing though his mind was nagging for him to get up and do some assorted activities to appear busy when Victoria stumbled out of bed around noon.
He glanced over the muscles on Clark's arms that held him in place. They were so dark compared to his pale coloring, sculpted by a fine chisel, untarnished and not artificial in any sense. He ran his finger along the skin, feeling the muscles underneath it, and the soft gloss of sweat that coated his forearm.
Clark would shiver involuntary and he could feel the shudders enter his body, and it fascinated him, the scientist that always lay dormant within him would rise the more time he spent with Clark.
Jonathon had been right about only one thing, Lex didn't have the best track record on keeping secrets. But he was willing to try. He could feel it buzzing through his body, it had been present since the first time he had opened his eyes to see Clark hovering over him. It had just intensified as they got closer to each other.
To call the buzzing love, would not be right, it was more he felt shaky but yet exhilarating, as if he had just gotten off a roller coaster, still on the high of speed and heights, but touching the ground, the limitations of the world were beginning to take over.
He wanted to protect Clark from all that the world offered to corrupt innocent minds, he wanted to shower Clark in all the things he could never have, and have in return, the one thing he could never possess, love. He felt that when he was around Clark, that gravity no longer existed, he could go and do anything in the world he wanted, anywhere, any time. With Clark, he could give up being on guard, and just exist as a human being, not as the Cronos role he had played for almost his entire life, having effect on everything he touched, but never living to see the handy work he had done.
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
The first time he heard about what Clark had seen with Cassandra, he was ready to denounce her abilities and tell him it wasn't real. She was a fake…he wanted to make Clark rest from the powers he was conceived with, but then his equally horrible future was accurate as well in a sense.
From that moment on, Lex had swore he would find a way to live forever, to make it so the ones Clark loved could live a bit longer, so he never had to see Clark cry again. Clark crying was a sin against the Gods who had so obviously created him. He wasn't meant to cry, he was meant to inspire hope to the world.
He had hugged Clark and told him that he would never be alone. Lex intended on keeping that way, if he betrayed Clark, he'd be alone and he had to admit that destiny was real.
A soothing wave washed over him, as he felt Clark shift against him, leaning his head over Lex's shoulder to softly pull the earlobe with his teeth.
"Morning," he mumbled into Lex's ear, and Lex smiled at him, kissing his forehead lazily.
"You make a good pillow, " he commented and Clark's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Lex snickered to himself and pressed his lips to the nape of Clark's neck, teasing the skin lightly with his tongue before nipping it.
Clark's cheeks were getting redder, and Lex looked at him confused about why Clark wasn't responding until he saw one of his servants standing in the corner of the doorway, staring blankly at them as if he saw two beautiful men making out every day on the sofa.
"Don't stand there, tell me why you feel a need to spy on my current affairs?" Lex barked while Clark cringed in the corner. The business half of Lex frightened him, it was commanding and riveting at the same time, impossible to take your eyes off him but you were scared to look.
"The Inquisitor printed a story about you on the first page, I wanted to make sure you know what it says before…"
"Before what?" Lex placed a kiss on Clark's forehead before detangling himself and smoothing his wrinkled clothes with his hands before picking up the paper. " The funeral is the biggest event of the year, of course…" he was cut short, when the paper reached his hands and looked at it.
Clark watched his lover's face pale then watched him drop down to sit down on the couch, throwing the paper down, as he curled his face into the palms of his hands.
"What's wrong?" Clark scooted over to Lex's area of the couch, and moved behind him. Seeing that Lex was not going to answer, he began to massage his shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in his ears, trying to get him to calm down.
It seemed to loosen him up a little bit, and Clark slid off to the couch, kneeling by Lex's feet to grab Lex's chin and push it up so he could look at it.
A tear stained face greeted him, the pale unblemished face a streaked red color and Clark bit his lower lip, not realizing how bad this was. He leaned forward to kiss Lex's eyelids, stroking his cheek, attempting to coax the problem out of him.
"Look at the paper…" Lex mumbled, and Clark reached over to grab it.
On the front page was a picture of Lex and Clark floating in the air, kissing each other feverishly, Lex having a nice grasp on his ass, using it to keep him from falling off.
But where will you go?
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
"Fuck," Clark muttered as the fear began to grip his heart, squeezing it for all its worth. He groaned and he felt Lex pull them together, hugging him, nuzzling his nose against the soft curls of Clark's hair. Clark just held on for dear life, and sighed, pulling away.
Lex could only give him a parting glance of sadness before Clark sped out of the room at full hyper speed, disappearing out of the window, and as Lex realized he was gone, he knew that within a few minutes, Clark would reach the farm.
That would be a good thing, he needed to deal with the press about this little incident. He breathed in, taking in the last remains of Clark's scent that hung in the air, and stood up, walking to his bedroom to get changed, and face the impending chaos.
You can't escape
The wind hitting his eyes and the taste of fresh cold air in his lungs was the reason he loved driving as fast as he did, and the only reason he had half of his cars with an open top for the sole reason of feeling nature. He wasn't sure how fast he was going as he went down the highway, it didn't really matter because no one else was around and so he got to take up both lanes on the freeway and just speed. He would be arriving on the farm to see Clark in only a few more minutes. Until then, he was running through the facts with his mind, remembering what his servant had told him, to make sure he told them straight up to Clark.
"Victoria took the pictures last night and pulled some strings to make sure they were published. They can't prove that the floating is real or fake, but the press isn't going to jump on that. They are jumping on the fact that Lex Luthor is having a homosexual relationship with a minor."
Lex had argued that wasn't fair since Clark was no longer a minor, but the media didn't care about that sort of stuff. He felt like he had royally screwed up, and after seeing Clark, he was going to make his statement to the press then seriously hurt Victoria.
This fucked everything up, he finally admitted to loving Clark and Clark loving him, and now this had to happen. He would never hurt Clark, he was hoping that his secret would still remain a secret.
The driveway was bumpy, throwing his body against the back of his seat, announcing to his mind that he was at the Clark's farm. He had been driving on auto-pilot the entire time. He pulled into the parking area, and got out of the car, brushing the creases out of his trench coat before walking to the house.
The door had been casually left open with a agitated Jonathon Clark looking out of it with his shotgun, and Lex gulped before stepping up to the door plate and slipping into the house, closing the door behind him.
He was eyed angrily and he spoke before the parades of offensive insults were blown at him.
"I didn't mean this to happen. I never thought Victoria would do something that…"
The peanut gallery interrupted him. " Smart…Catty? For a Luthor, you sure do underestimate the bad side of people."
"I been trying to think better of people, " Lex growled, fidgeting.
"I know you didn't mean for this to happen but it did. How are you going to fix it?"
Lex let out a sigh of relief, seeing that he could handle the manic father. " They aren't worried about the floating. They think I am a homosexual relationship with your son who though isn't a minor anymore, they are going to see from day one, our friendship has been that way."
"Are you in a homosexual relationship with my son?" He did it straight-faced, and Lex just gaped at him, surprised.
"Last night was the first time I have ever touched him." Lex tried to maintain his eye contact, he wasn't lying really, and there couldn't be a relationship if one person wasn't willing.
"Fine then. If anyone finds out about his powers, I am holding you personally responsible and not even Clark's immunity to bullets will save your sorry ass when I am though with you. They will have to dig for years to find your mutilated body."
Again a straight-faced response and Lex had to smile, knowing it was deadly true. He nodded and Jonathon nudged his chin up, to indicate where Clark was.
Lex crept up the stairs quietly and to the ajar door, peeking in to look at Clark.
You think that I can't see right through you
Scared to death to face reality
Clark looked up at him, sensing his aura, and Lex walked into the room, taking a seat next to Clark on the bed.
He looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, and he was lying under the blankets, obviously trying to sleep off his depression. Lex hated him seeing him like this, and kissed Clark gently, taking time to lick off the tears that had yet to fall any further then his cheeks. Clark gave a content sigh as Lex pulled away, curling up next to Clark's still body.
"It's going to turn out okay. I promise it will…" Lex smiled at Clark and let Clark press his hand into his, clenching it tightly, never wanting to let go. He rubbed the joints in a circular motion, coaxing the silent Clark to speak up.
"People are never going to look at me the same." His green eyes looked so scared and Lex was tempted to just give into his urge to just ravish the farmer's mouth and be screwed with the meaningful conversation.
"Does that bother you?"
"No, I have you. But it's sort of like admitting I am not normal…that I am not human."
"True, but I like you the way you are…" He bit down on Clark's neck, getting a squeal, as Clark petted his head sweetly.
"I want to stay with you, I want to stay here with all my friends," he blurted out randomly, and he could feel the tears welling behind his eyes, and Lex seemed to sense that, embracing him, allowing him to cry. He was getting Lex's shirt soaking wet, making the silk probably colder against Lex's already frozen skin, but it felt nice to have someone so close to him who knew everything about him, who didn't fear him but loved him.
Lex's nails were scratching down his back hard, and if Clark wasn't what he was, he knew there would be deep scratches that would hurt like hell, but to him, it felt amazing, like someone took something hot to the touch on his cold body, and the heat would spread from the point.
"They wouldn't find out…" Lex purred into his ear, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, not breaking the connection as he leaned back, away from Clark.
"I have to go to the press conference, verify that there was no illegal interactions between us before you turned 16. Is there anything that I don't know that happened?"
"Nope, unless you call mouth to mouth a sexual act?" Clark was beginning to cheer up, smirking at him.
"It was," he whispered into Clark's ear. " With you."
"I remember when I breathed into you, I thought how soft your lips were." Lex giggled at the sheer absurdity of the comment, and he scooted forward, pressing the length of his body against Clark's to kiss him deeply, trying to imprint Clark into every cell of his body in case this was the last time they ever got to do this.
Some grumbling disturbed them after a minute, and Lex looked up to see Jonathon shooting Lex with something akin to death glares if not for the proud look that were written everywhere over his body. Lex gave a short kiss to Clark in parting and walked past Jonathon, not allowing him to make comments. He got into his Porsche, and sped away, once again fighting against the wind for supremacy.
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You will have to face them yourself
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The day seemed to increase in the number of times Clark cried as it wallowed further and further into the light fading into the sky, to let the darkness shade him, losing him from the limelight. He had the cover of night and the trees to cover him as he went along his journey, trekking barefoot through the row of corn.
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
He saw Lex on the news, applying the careful bandage over the wounds that had been inflicted on them both. He didn't deny the fact he was bisexual, but he cleared up that a rival company had taken the pictures to get him into trouble with the media, and him and Clark had no relationship other then the friendship they had shared since after his car crash three years ago.
It stung deep that Lex couldn't say the truth to the entire world, but it was the perfect ploy to keep him from the media's eyes. He could feel the same feeling in Lex that he had been feeling since he woke up that morning, wanting to shout to the world that he had claimed Lex Luthor. But that wouldn't help either of them, and Clark was content knowing Lex would see him as soon as he could, to verify he still loved him, and make this mess seem like nothing then a walk in the park.
You can't escape the truth
I realize you are afraid
He was trying to do just that, avoiding the truth and he walked at an average human speed through the corn stalks to not rattle them so the air patrol could see them. He was paranoid that everyone was watching him, and through the private conversation he had with Lex via a cell phone and random pay phone two states away, he knew it was true. The whole world was going after this story.
Smallville had been a huge story place when the meteors had hit, but never again did it reappear in the news in rampant bursts of information. Now with the knowledge of Lex Luthor and himself in that picture, it came to light the meteors abilities and questions were being flung around.
Reporters were constantly calling him, asking for an interview or a comment on his relationship with Lex Luthor, and the digging for clues on alien life was being scoped out. Clark was scared they could trace him, with three years of random occurrences going on that all coincidentally involved him, were not going to fly under the radar with the federal government who didn't run things by family involvement.
Lex advised him not to talk, and let him handle it, and thus he would do just that. But panic had seized its hold on his body, and he began to fear for the lives of his friends and family. And thus, he left a note to his parents, telling them he was leaving for awhile, and he'd see them when he could. The words he had chosen said a lot more then they implied he had to hide the true meanings behind the twenty or so words.
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
He hadn't been following any distinct path and when he found himself by the caves, he wondered if it was only an accident or his feet had moved this way for a reason. But he knew answers did lie here…answers that could save him, and the ones he loved.
He leaned against the hollow walls, and leaned his head back, letting his mind clear. He had realized it a few weeks ago that when he concentrated, he could hear other people's thoughts. That freaked him out and so he blocked it out, not trying to develop it any further.
The place of where his father's sprit resided held some power, and he could feel the barriers he had set up to get rid of the incoming thoughts shatter. Being alone in the woods, there were none, which made him happy with the silence and the sound of crickets chirping putting him at ease.
He scanned with his mind for Lex. He wasn't sure what exactly he was doing, or how he was doing it, but it felt so natural and he felt Lex.
The color in his mind changed to a deep royal purple, which seemed to be the color of Lex's presence, and he forwarded his thoughts to Lex.
What's going on
{Hearing your voice in my head, Clark, is not a good sign of sanity}
Sorry, I just wanted someone to talk to
{Things aren't great but they have yet to turn horrible}
Why's that
{All your secrets though stored in my house and work sites are in a safe}
Why can't they get into it
{Only Martha knows the combination to get into it}
They have a search warrant, don't they?
{My mansion, the plant here and the main building, and your house}
Did they find anything?
{Your parents are quite the masters of deception}
So nothing yet?
{Of course}
There was some silence as Clark leaned his head against the cold cave wall, as Lex talked on the phone with some various people he obviously didn't like, hearing the explicit language he used to bitch at them as he spoke kindly to them, ever in control of his emotions.
{Sorry about that}
Do you love me, Lex?
{More then life itself}
Are you willing to die to keep me safe?
{My life without you around wouldn't be worth the time I lived or would be the accomplishments I achieved if you aren't there to celebrate them with me. The smile you give to me is enough to make me your slave in body and soul, and every time you say my name, I wonder if it is your pet name for me or is your special version of an old word to beckon me. All the seconds I spend with you seem so fast and if I had the ability to, I would freeze them so I could spend forever just standing next to you, being filled up with all of you.}
Wow
{I can tell that you liked that}
It was so beautifully spoken
{Poetry is all about seduction}
I want to see you right now
{So you can return the emotions that are going through your mind}
Can you hear them?
{Maybe you should repeat them, because I may not have heard them correctly}
Nervousness ram through the connection and Lex was worried that he maybe was taking this too far, but then Clark spoke up, very quietly.
I want to touch you, outlining every part of your body, then slowly kissing it to taste the sweetness. I want to hear your whimpers and watch the way your body quivers when I touch that spot on your back. I want to taste every part of you and take all of you in, to me to hold alone. I want to see your eyes blurred with desire, and feel your hands on me, pulling me against you. When you begin to beg me to end my torture to your poor system, it will be then that I fuck you, hard and slow, the way you always want everything
{Damn you, I need to see you.}
So do I
{Clark, stop hiding out in the woods and come back to me. Please…}
You know where I am?
{Everywhere you go, I can feel it. Can't you feel the same thing? }
Yeah, I feel it
{You have nothing to be ashamed of}
They'll only hurt us
{So let them. I need to see you}
I'm sorry
Clark broke their connection with that, and blocked out Lex's incoming thoughts as he walked into the cave, touching the panel he had sworn he would never touch again.
I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole like all alone
I can hear you in a whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming
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Loneliness was a welcome feeling and not an uncommon thing for the infamous brooding bad boy Lex Luthor to do when he was feeling stressed out. What wasn't common was the fact it was bordering on one a.m. and he was sitting in a graveyard.
The moon hung in the clear gray sky, clouds blocking out of the stars. It blanketed him and kept him warm in the harsh air of the morning. It was cool and it brushed against his skin, making him shiver.
He yearned to return back to the mansion and curl up under the cotton bundles of blankets, as electric heat was transferred through his skin, rising his body temperature to an almost normal human range.
Where will you go?
With no one left to save you for yourself
His father's freshly dug grave towered above all the other stones in the dew-colored grass. It wasn't made of stone, for it shimmered in the night, drawing eyes to it instantly. Lionel had given Lex the power to choose the gravestone and the inscription on it in the will.
He had chosen it to be in the shape of a cactus with an eagle perched on the top of it. Having money gave you certain rights within a society, and he had gotten the shape hand-crafted by some of the best people in the world.
In Aztec Society, it was said that they would build their capital in the place of the Gods, where an eagle would sit on a cactus. In a sense, it was saying that the imagery came from God or was God, and thus he had chosen it out of respect for that.
You can't escape the truth
I realize you are afraid
He looked up at the grave, hoping it would give him some answers, being near his father. His father, though evil and demented, had brought out the greatness that resided in Lex, and hopefully his father would renew his hopes into the coming age of scandals about Lex, and ultimately Clark.
But you can't reject the whole world
"Lex, what are you doing here?"
He turned his head around to see Smallville's reigning ice princess looking at him in worry, and he climbed up to his feet, to tower over her. "Just seeing that the engravers had spelled everything right."
"It doesn't really matter if they spelled your father's name right or not. Everyone in town will know it was Lionel Luthor's by the sheer size of it."
"Does that bother you, Lana?"
"Why would it?"
"It overshadows your mother's grave."
Lana lowered her head in understandment. " Lionel overshadowed everything…"
"And so he shall in death…" Lex finished off her sentence.
"Is it true about you and Clark?" she was looking at him wide-eyed, and he felt a need to tell her the truth, but he couldn't do it. He suddenly realized that was how Clark must have always felt when he was with her.
"What about it?"
"You wouldn't tell me the truth even if it was true…"
Lex had to smile at her. She had been raised well though being in a small wholesome town.
"If it is, congratulations, you make a good couple, and I am serious about that. If it is not, I hope both of you the best of luck on trying to regain some normalcy back in your lives." She smiled back at him, and he could tell through her eyes that she meant every word she was saying.
He watched her walk away and looked up at the tombstone, as his thoughts on what he had to do formed in front of his very eyes. He read the headstone carefully, smirking at the words that had been chosen. He had forgotten he had chosen them, it had been so many years ago that he had sent the letter away to get it, it felt.
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape