What has made you return to me, Kal'el?
Clark opened his eyes to look into the sky into the area his father's voice boomed from. He did a quick scan over himself and noted he was still dressed for the most part, in his bright blue boxers. It gave him some comfort, it was one piece further away from this world that was infested with evil auras.
I've been watching you from a distance
But distance sees through your disguise
"The world may find out…my…secret," he stuttered out, biting his lower lip at realization that everything was going up in flames. He knew it before, but the weight of his words hit the bottom of his soul, and he held back tears as he sniffled.
They were meant to
"I just wanted to keep pretending I was human."
But you aren't human, accept it
" I love my family and all I am doing is hurting them. I am hurting all my friends…they probably will now hate me."
You are being stupid
"I am not."
It's a good thing. This is your destiny.
"My destiny isn't accepting your devious plot to take over the world!" Clark snarled at the invisible man, and he could hear the voice chuckling to itself.
You can keep running from your destiny but it will always find you. You were born to rule them, Kal'el. You are smarter and stronger then they are. You were meant to live on our legacy.
"What legacy would that be? To spend my entire life hurting others!"
Our Legacy is to rule and to bring control to the weak. Only by the strong can they grow up and learn to be worthy to us.
" I don't want to control people. I am just as much like them as they are to themselves."
You weren't sent to Earth to bond with the inhabitants on the planet. You were sent here so you can renew our race.
"So all I am supposed to do is bear a child and renew a death race of aliens. Answer this for me. Why are we dead in the first place?"
Our eternal enemy, the Kryptonite, blew up their only planet to destroy the "disease" that plagued them. Your mother who had just bore you sent you away on the only ship left to make sure you would live.
"Are we the disease that you refer to as?"
You either can be prey or predator. I think these humans refer to it as Social Darwinism.
Clark felt disgusted with himself and he hugged his knees to his chest, crying silently into them. He felt so unclean, feeling that he was in fact evil. He had assumed his race had been good, but this…this wasn't what he had pictured. This wasn't how he pictured his alien self to be like. He didn't want to be a ruthless conquer to the people who raised him and the only people who ever loved him.
"I will never become my "destiny"."
You will. It's inevitable. It is controlled by a fate that can not be harnessed by any species, even us.
"Humans may be weak but they did teach me something important. There is never one option. Destiny will not control my life, and maybe I will die resisting it, but at least I won't become like you."
Clark stood up, dusting off the dirt scatted on his boxers, and he closed his eyes, willing himself to return back to his home.
Oddly enough, Jor'el didn't stop him this time, and he found himself standing at the edge of the cave again. He breathed a sigh of relief, and began his run, heading for somewhere he felt safe, across the state border perhaps.
All I want from you is your hurting
He could sit there forever on his little perch, staring in through the tinted glass, taking in the look on Lex's face as he worked out, spinning his authentic katana around with practice ease. The cold air was hitting his heated flesh, making him chilled, but the way it felt as it tangled his hair made him feel free. He felt at peace in the air where no one could see him or sense him, and his stalkerish ways of peering through windows to get a glimpse of his lover put him in a rather content mood.
Pale porcelain flesh, the same cream color as the moon that shone down on it, illuminating it, glistened as the sinewy muscles flexed as he leapt, slashing in mid-air at the totem that had been set up. The comparison to a tiger diving after their prey couldn't help being done; the grace he seemed to land and how cleanly he had cut through. His stone eyes were fully concentrated and his lips were pressed into a hard smile of cocky superiority.
Clark licked his lips unconsciously, worshipping the sight below him, though there still wasn't enough skin exposed on Lex with the baggy pants and tight muscle shirt. Lex was glancing up at his direction and his eyes seemed to see through the window to pierce Clark's, and Clark smiled, jumping down off the window to wait patiently at the side door for Lex to let him in.
He felt rather then heard the door click as it was unlocked and he slid in quickly, locking it behind him to just gaze at Lex who was trying his hardest to keep his face unreadable though a smile was tugging at the edge of his lips, leaning against the wall with the sword in his hands still.
"Happy to see me?" Clark asked, not bothering to hide the painful smile on his face that he seemed to wear permanently when with Lex. Lex's breaths were getting more rapid as he got closer, and he stopped a few inches from his face, putting his index finger under Lex's jaw, listening to the wild heartbeat. His eyes never left Lex's who was looking at him confused, heat rising into his cheeks.
"Yeah. I had a feeling you were watching me."
"You looked hot like that, focused and in control."
"Did I now?" Lex chuckled to himself as he pulled Clark closer to him to kiss him, keeping eye contact with Clark as he teased his lips until they were swollen slightly. He wasn't allowing Clark to kiss him, and Clark groaned in frustration, which gave Lex sick satisfaction as he snickered as he pulled away.
"You're mean," Clark pouted as Lex walked down the hallway to hang up his sword in the mini gym area.
"Not at all. If I was mean, I wouldn't have kissed you at all."
"Good point." Clark shrugged, and helped pull the shirt off of Lex, which clung, to him from the sweat drenching his body. He couldn't help the urge to smell it as he handed it to one of the many invisible servants around, and even sweaty, Lex smelled extremely good.
Lex had moved on to the shower while Clark pondered the scent that Lex used to make him smell so godly and so he took the time to straighten up his outfit, making sure his t-shirt and pajama pants didn't look as dirty as they really were from the other night, delivering baby cows in the middle of the night. He had put them on when he had gone home, forgetting he was supposed to have gotten them washed, and he was at Lex's before he realized the problem with them.
The scent of lavender hit his nostrils and he looked up to see Lex who motioned for him to follow him through the hallways. Clark followed blindly, not surprised by how many twists and turns they were taking, and the secret doors that were being opened that Lex didn't seem to worry about, trusting Clark, and they came to a room on the lowest level of the house.
The room was cool and Clark immediately fell in love with the fifty-degree climate, with the brick walls, and a canary yellow couch taking up the majority of the room besides the TV and its extensive collection of titles in which to watch.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lex shiver, and something within him cracked, as his hyper speed kicked in, tugging Lex onto the couch with him, and curling up next to him. Lex only gave him an amused smile as he scooted slightly so he could stretch his legs out, overlapping them over Clark's.
"Why'd you bring me down here? You're cold…" Clark asked, kissing Lex's bald-head, liking the way it felt under his lips. It was his new obsession, just touching the silky surface.
"You like the cold, and I like cuddling with you," Lex said simply, and he dug his nose into the creak of Clark's neck, inhaling. "You smell."
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay. I sort of like it. It's just you."
I want to heal you
I want to save you from the darkness
"Lex, not that I mind the gooey sentiments but are you okay?" He tipped Lex's chin up to look at him, and Lex blinked, trying to put the mask over his face that showed everything he was feeling: fear and sadness, with hints of longing dashed upon the features.
Lex didn't answer the question but he didn't have to, and Clark let Lex collapse against him, rubbing his fingertips along the sensitive spine, as he held Lex who was clutching him tight enough to leave bruises if one could accomplish such a feat, and he, like Lex, never wanted to let go.
There was safety with Lex, there was some sort of understandment that no words or actions needed to be expressed for each other to know. With Lex, he felt like he was eternally flying, forever happy and free of all his worries.
Give unto me your troubles
I'll endure your suffering
"Lex, I have a question."
Lex shifted his body, not letting go of Clark until he was comfortably lying in Clark's lap, head on the pillow next to them, so he had a perfect view of Clark hovering over him. His hand was intertwined in Clark's pressed against his frozen cheek, and he nodded for Clark to continue.
"Remember when there was that dagger and when you and your father touched it, it glowed. In the legend, that would mean one of you had to be the bad guy, since I am Naman. Well, your father wasn't my archenemy and that leaves you theoretically."
"So you are trying to figure out since half of it is true, you are wondering that "the friend who will become the enemy" is me?" Lex tipped his head back as the rough tips ran down his neck, pressing against his throat and Adam's apple. He moaned to encourage Clark who kept playing with that spot. He had forgotten how great it felt to have his neck touched.
"Sorry, but I had to think about it. The words you told me, I still remember them. Naman having that much power could be evil, and in the end maybe it was the archenemy that was the hero in the end. It was the first time I ever thought about how I could have been if I wasn't here."
"You could never be evil, Clark. You care too much about others."
"I am supposed to be evil though…everyone keeps telling me that is my destiny."
Lex arched his back to bring his lips up to touch Clark's, ghosting them, as Clark's hands dug into his back to hold him up, as he stayed like that, his lips just barely touching Clark's.
It was so intimate and Clark was scared to move to wreck this moment, feeling the trust Lex was pouring into him.
Place onto me your burdens
I will drink your deadly poison
"Destiny says we are supposed to hate each other. But there's nothing further then the truth," he mumbled, sending a buzz through Clark's lips, making him scrap his lip against his teeth to get rid of the lip. " In the end, even if we are arch rivals, those who are that way, the thing they love the most is the challenge the other one brings. They live for each other. Like us."
Lex finally kissed him, and Clark kissed him back, stroking Lex's tongue into his mouth. He felt so empty and the need to be filled was clawing in his stomach. He leaned down to let Lex rest his back against the sofa, taking the chance to be the dominator for once, and Lex was surprised to find he enjoyed releasing control, and giving it to Clark.
Clark pulled away and Lex smiled at him sadly, burrowing his hands into Clark's hair.
"No matter what tomorrow brings, Clark, the way I feel about you is never going to change. I love you."
The brilliant smile that overcame Clark's face quickly subsided his nerves and Clark whispered back, " I love you too. You hold my fate in your hand."
The last thing Lex remembered for that night as him and Clark fell asleep, was how much his face hurt from smiling, and how wonderful it felt to have a warm body molded to him.
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Clark Kent; International Man of Mystery
-- Made of steel or just plain good looks--
Clark Kent is known to many as the local farm boy who delivers produce around Smallville, always giving a friendly hi to everyone he passes and an infamous boyish grin. It's no secret that he tends to be the person who is there at just the right time to help you with any problem that may occur, natural or the paranormal.
But how much do we really know about this 6'3'' male besides his easy grin and his charming exterior?
The Kent's adopted him when he was three from an adoption agency that was only around for six months and he seemed to be the only case that had been taken. He helps his family on the farm, while going to events with the notorious Lex Luthor who he had saved the life of. He is often seen writing in the local coffee shops, and remains the co-editor to the Smallville Torch which is the school's newspaper.
He appears to be the all-American teenager, but as always, in Smallville, the meteors come into play with the lives and daily occurrences of its occupants.
In the past three years, Clark Kent has been seen near or around the scenes of crimes. That would raise suspicion as him being a criminal if not for the fact the majority of the victims thank him for his kindness towards them. There are wandering theories of his secret love affair with Lex Luthor and what drove him to that point?
The truth is Clark isn't exactly "normal." He, like Lex, had been affected by the meteor shower, gaining the abilities of extreme speed, heat vision, and super strength. Lex Luthor had lost all the hair on his body, and through the common link of being an oddity, they connected and this is the premise of their relationship.
Chloe sighed as she looked up at what she had written on the screen, and she lay her head on the keyboard, punching in the letter g, which had taken over three rows before she rose her head up again.
Why should I care if you they hurt you?
She was torn between writing this story and just deleting it. She looked at her writing and she knew it was good stuff, good enough for her to land a job and a place in journalism history. Her future lay out in front of her in a gold paved road.
But she didn't want it to be like this, exposing her best friend's secrets to the entire world. Sure, her quest for the truth was her entire life, and now that she finally knew what Clark had hidden from her for seven years, she felt sick to her stomach.
Somehow it matters more to me
Than if I were hurting myself
Clark had always been kind to her, never alienating her or hating her, though she had been probably done some things to him she knew she shouldn't have. She hadn't seen him in almost a week now, and she heard through the gossip in the Talon that he was hiding out, scared. She knew about the Federal Agents who were ramshaking the Kent's homes, which was classified info but yet the entire town knew about it.
Save you, I'll save you
She sighed, looking at the screen regretfully, and pulled the mouse up to the edit button to click select all, then she hit the delete button, erasing her story from the computer forever. She wasn't going to expose Clark for her success. It felt like she was cheating
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Lex had taken a page out of Clark's book and had gone through the balcony to get into Victoria's Australian home just off the coast of Queensland. For someone who had flew half way across the world and was suffering the beginning stages of jet lag, Lex felt pretty damn good, as he slid through the open balcony doors where Victoria was sleeping in a pair of white boxers and a wife beater, wrapped in the light blue linen sheets on the bed.
Her hair formed a brown halo around her, and he sat down on the dresser, clearing off the cluttered together make-up bottles, promptly waking her up with the loud noise of glass breaking.
"Lex?" she called out, and Lex leaned over to switch on the lamp next to him. It was a blue lava lamp that only added for the effect of his glare.
She shrieked, gripping the blankets tighter, seeing him and he smiled snidely.
Fear not the flame of my lover's candle
"I didn't thank you enough for releasing those photos to the media yet, Victoria. Thank you for making your life a living mess."
"I didn't think it would go this far," Victoria shrugged, smiling at him angelic.
"Of course you didn't. You don't think. Announcing to the world about my affection was really going to make me end up in your bed again."
"I do think. I think about how he'll never make you happy. I can do that. I understand you, Lex."
Lex burst out laughing and he had to clutch onto the lamppost to keep him from falling over from the mere thought that she understood him.
Give unto me your troubles
I'll endure your suffering
"I bought out everything. I came here to inform you that you have to move out of here by noon tomorrow. It seems the money that was used to pay the rent here, had some problems with it."
She glared at him, and he couldn't help the smiling. She looked like the evil bitch she was with the twisted look on her face. It almost made him forget how beautiful she was.
Lex slipped out of the door of her apartment and had re-boarded his private jet, before she could find the words she was searching for. She stared at the door with longing, and she untangled herself from her sheets, picking up the biggest shards of glass that Lex had created.
Place unto me your burdens
I'll drink your deadly poison
"You'll pay for this, Lex."
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"Lex? I need to talk to you!" the voice yelled from outside the door to his office. Heavy pounding on the door, which was irritating him, was what finally made him decide to let the insistent blonde in.
He hit the button to unlock the door and Chloe stumbled in, her hair sticking up straight and her pajamas rumpled, looking as if she had just woken up and came straight over to see him.
"What brings you here so early?" Lex yawned, taking another sip of his coffee that Lana had been sending over to him every hour to help him out.
"I got the newspaper. It hasn't hit the stands yet but it will in two hours. I wanted to give you a heads up for the coming chaos."
Lex arched an eyebrow at the integrity Chloe was showing, and motioned for her to sit down on the couch, handing her the mug of coffee. She laughed at him, still half asleep and took a swig of it, her eyes immediately perking up.
"I don't have enough energy to read it. What's the news I need to know?"
"Victoria is dead. You were seen leaving her place around her time of death. The police are investigating and you are currently their lead suspect. In other news, an article about Clark was written, revealing everything about him and his abilities that have erupted from the meteor shower. The government is trying to find him, they are declaring him a state of emergency. It's not looking good for him…"
Chloe was expecting Lex to do anything but what he did, picking up one of the empty wine glasses lying on the front table, and chucking it into the wall, smashing it. She looked at him warily and he sighed, leaning his head back.
"I'm sorry this is happening," Chloe apologized, setting her hand on his shoulder.
"I am too, but at least you came here. Thank you for giving me some extra time to deal with this."
Chloe nodded, sighing as well. The sight of Lex looking so tired and defeated frightened her, even worse then the times she had thought he might have killed her for working with Lionel.
"How are the Kent's handling all of this?" came out of the void of words.
"Jonathon is in the jail for trying to dismember a few of the reporters who have been bothering them this past week and Martha is with him. She took out a few people with a frying pan, the rumor holds."
Lex snorted at the imagery of that, and he smiled. It was nice to know that some things didn't change in the world after all of this.
"The world is having a field day with all of this. Even though the evidence may prove you didn't kill him, they are going to use this to try to take you and your corporation down into the graves. As for Clark, they aren't going to let him escape. They want to run experiments on him and use him as a tool. They been stocking up on the kryptonite to keep him in check and they are quarantining the town with a fence of it."
"They're serious this time, aren't they?"
Chloe nodded, and Lex grumbled, shakily getting to his feet.
"Where are you going?"
"Find Clark, tell him about this. Get him out while I can."
"He's hiding out in Dr. Swann's office."
Lex paused by the door to grin at Chloe who weakly returned the grin.
"I had my doubts about you, but you proven me wrong. Congrats," he bowed to her mockingly and the door closed behind him, with Chloe still smiling.
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Fear not the flame of my love's candle
Chloe had not failed him, and he had walked through the open mansion, taking in the sights. He knew Clark had taken refugee somewhere in there, and by the knowing glance on Dr. Swann's face, Clark had came there knowing he would be safe for awhile. The man had not said anything to the billionaire, just looked at him with those impassive eyes that held so much wisdom in a man who could not fully use it to his advantage.
The library was huge with stained-glassed windows filtering in pure light into the beige carpeted courtyard, surrounded by trees with branches dangling books. The majesty of the place impressed him and put him at ease, and it must have done the same thing to Clark because that was where he found him, reading a heavy looking book.
Lex took a seat next to him on the beanbags, and leaned over his shoulder to see what was being read. It was all in a language he had never seen before, and he instinctually knew it was the language of Clark's people.
He waited patiently for Clark to finish the book, fiddling with the tiny curly strands of hair at the nape of Clark's neck to keep him occupied, and when he heard the book close, Clark had turned to him, finished with the reading.
"Chloe told me you were here."
"She knew and the whole world doesn't know about it?" Clark couldn't hide the sarcasm in his voice.
"Your friendship meant more to her then getting the story."
A smile crept across his face, and he stretched his arms over his head, bringing them around Lex's neck to bring them closer together.
"What were you reading about?" Lex asked quietly, as he stroked Clark's cheek.
"He had some books on me, about my culture."
"Anything interesting?"
Clark nodded, scooting up closer and turned so they were nose to nose.
"They say that people from Krypton, have a designated soul-mate, and when they find them, they would spend their entire lives together. Their bond would be so great that not even death could separate them or being millions of miles apart. They could feel their loved one's presence across the galaxy just by thinking about them."
Lex could get out a content grunt as Clark's lips neared his, their cheeks sliding against each other, feeling Clark's breath against his ear.
"It is said that when the first time they kiss, it could change the fate of the world. Their lives would be forever mixed together, and no matter how long they deny it, gravity is pulling them together. But gravity only exists when they aren't together. Together, there are no laws or rules. Anything is possible."
A swift lick along the shell of his earlobe, and it felt like something broke inside him, as his vision distorted, sending him shaking. It was frightening how much power it had over him, but it felt so good.
"From the day they are born, they are connected. They pass each other as strangers in the night until the day they find each other and the truth is created. No one in the world understands them as well as their soul mate, and no one will ever make them feel as good as the other can."
Their lips finally met and a zap of electrity traveled down his spine, making his entire body tingle, as Clark kissed him hungrily. He was having trouble retaining his thinking, just wanting to get lost in the bliss of being touched and touching Clark, but everything Clark had said was true. It was right, it was too perfect for words, and it was too bad the world couldn't see that.
Let it be the sun in your world of darkness
He would inform Clark later about the charges being pressed against him and the people searching for Clark. He would do it very later because right now, he felt too good to care about that stuff and he wanted to lose him into a world of no worry or pain. Right now, he was with Clark, and that was all that mattered.