Christmas Clex Fic: Silver and Gold
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old_school_clexSilver and Gold
Author: Lexalicious70
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Category: Futurefic, Holidays
Summary: Lex is the richest man in Metropolis, but as Christmas comes to the city once again, all the silver and gold in the world hasn’t been able to bring Clark home for the past five years.
A/N For my beloved![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
herohunter at Christmas, and because she’s awesome!
Silver and Gold
By Lexalicious70
Metropolis.
It was a city that boasted a population of nearly two million people with a wide array of cultural, social, and ethnic backgrounds, but despite those differences, if asked, any one of them would say the same thing if asked about the most rich and famous man in the city, Lex Luthor.
They each would say that that the sum of his wealth was only equaled by the sum of his loneliness.
Not that Lex’s loneliness made him bitter or dangerous; in fact, for the most part, the people of Metropolis agreed that Lex’s social and economical platforms were beneficial and for the good of the city. He built new factories, created jobs, and to work for one of his companies meant good benefits and very fair pay. However, when one saw Lex traveling to his penthouse office at Luthor Tower One in the heart of downtown, in Lexcorp Plaza, or saw him on television in the occasional interviews he gave, the handsome and enigmatic young billionaire gave off an aura of self-isolation that some said was simply the learned poise of growing up in the spotlight as Lionel Luthor’s only son, and others said that it was a kind of social caution that resulted from the same, which caused him to keep himself apart from everyone. Even as people speculated, though, not one of them would ever guess that even as Lex went through his daily routine, the thing that kept him isolated from the rest of the world had been missing from it for the past five years.
Christmas Eve, Luthor Plaza Towers, Metropolis.
The lights came up in Lex’s penthouse apartment as he crossed the threshold and set down his briefcase on the small table he’d placed there for specifically that purpose. Outside, snow fell past the big bay windows and blurred Lex’s view of the city, a blanket of bright lights and wide, dark mirrors of water as both sides of Metropolis Bay gleamed on both the north and south sides. In the corner of the huge living room, a large Christmas tree stood decorated with silver and gold reflective ornaments and blue and white twinkle lights. Lex knew that his decorator had probably brought the tree, just as he brought all the other paraphernalia to decorate the apartment for every other holiday that came and went. Lex didn’t mind the decorations; in fact, some of them were quite pretty, but they had little significance for him.
It was growing harder to find significance in anything since that day five years ago, when the only person who had ever loved him had left without a word.
Lex poured himself a scotch and went out onto the patio. It was cold but calm; the snow fell in thick, wet flakes that were unhampered by wind. Lex let them fall on the shoulders of his suit coat and his bare scalp, where they melted from his body heat. Lex squinted up into the sky, but the stars were obliterated as the clouds gave birth to masses of thick, swirling snow.
“Where are you?” Lex asked softly, as he did every night during this ritual. Sometimes the rain soaked him, sometimes the wind battered him, or the cold gnawed at his bones, but every night for the past five years, he stepped out into the night air to ask this question in the hopes that wherever he was, wherever he may be, the one he addressed might one day hear him and perhaps answer.
“Why did you leave me?”
Lex’s only answer was the swirling snow, which had begun to accumulate on the shoulders of his suit coat. Lex turned and went back inside. He slid the glass doors shut and stripped off his damp coat, which he hung up neatly on the oak rack near the door. The tree glittered from the opposite corner, and Lex watched the lights reflect in the polished surfaces of the silver and gold ornaments. From somewhere deep in his memory, an old Christmas carol came to the surface.
Silver and gold,
Silver and gold,
Means so much more when I see,
Silver and gold decorations,
On every Christmas tree.
Lex gasped quiet laughter even as tears pricked at his eyes. It seemed as though the significance he had refused earlier was back with a vengeance.
“God, Clark,” he said. “I’d give away every Goddamned possession I own just to see you standing here.” He reached out and touched one of the ornaments, running his slim fingers over the smooth surface. It seemed to shimmer as he did so, and then its surface turned to a blurred blue and red. Lex started and turned to see what had caused the reflection, only to be met with a towering figure who wore a red and blue uniform of some sort. It covered his body and clung to every well-defined muscle and curve. Red boots covered his feet, and most amazing of all, a flowing red cape marked with what appeared to be a stylized yellow S hung from his shoulders. The hem nearly brushed the floor. Lex scowled and forced himself to stand his ground, even though the man towered over him by a good five inches, perhaps more with the boots.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” He snapped, and the dark-haired man looked down at him.
“Lex,” he said softly, his voice deep and rich, and Lex’s scowl deepened.
“I said, who are you? How do you know my name?”
The stranger’s throat worked, and then he reached out to touch Lex’s face. Lex tried to back away, but the tree blocked his way. The stranger’s big, long fingers touched his cheek.
“Lex . . . a long time ago, you said our friendship would be the stuff of legend. Do you still mean that?”
The words made Lex’s heartbeat catch on hope so sharp that he feared it might snag there and never pulse again. He stared up at the stranger and took in the sharp, focused, wide-set blue eyes, the dark hair that swept away from a face that was impossibly beautiful, yet undoubtedly masculine at the same time. A single onyx curl tumbled down from the dark waves to dangle over his forehead. But the high cheekbones, the fair skin, the wide, full lips . . . they were the same, the ones that Lex had never forgotten. The billionaire’s throat ached fiercely as he tried to force words from it.
“Clark? My God, is—”
The stranger suddenly grinned, and that smile was like a key that fit into the lock of Lex’s guarded heart. It was the smile that defined Lex’s youth, that defined Smallville and everything it had been to him. His heart filled with it until it spilled over like a brimming bowl and forced tears from his eyes.
“Clark.”
“It’s me, Lex. It’s me, I swear!”
“Jesus—” Lex gasped, and then he was being pulled into strong arms and held up against an impossibly broad chest and engulfed in scents of cold air, snow, high altitudes, and strange fabrics. But underneath it all was Clark, sweet Clark, and the musk that had been Lex’s air until his young lover had vanished on a warm late-summer afternoon in Smallville five years ago, shortly after he had turned eighteen. Clark spoke, muffled, into Lex’s right temple.
“So sorry, Lex. So sorry, had to leave, couldn’t tell anyone, not even you, wanted to, wanted to contact you but couldn’t . . . fortress wouldn’t let me, said I wasn’t ready . . . had to train, to become this . . . so sorry, so sorry . . .”
“All right, Clark. All right. Shhh, hey . . . let’s sit down, we’ll talk. We’ll talk, all right?” He led Clark over to the couch and they sat down. Clark took Lex’s hands.
“I’m so sorry, Lex. I’m so sorry that I left that day. I didn’t have a choice . . . the crystal from the fortress transported me there because it was time for me to train . . . to learn, to become what I was destined to be. This.” Clark ran a hand down the front of his armor. “You don’t know how I begged . . . I begged every day for contact with you, so that I could at least explain to you where I’d gone, but Jor-El wouldn’t let me. Jor-El . . . he’s my birth father. His spirit resides in the fortress I told you about the summer before I left. He was the one who explained everything to me. That’s where I’ve been, Lex . . . but I thought about you every day. I cried when I thought about how much I must have hurt you. How you must have thought that I left you, like you said everyone did. I’m so sorry, Lex . . . I know I don’t deserve to be in your life anymore, and that you’ve probably moved on with someone else after five years, but . . . I wanted you to know. I didn’t leave you because I wanted to. I left because what I’m destined to be. The hope of mankind.”
A small smile quirked up the corners of Lex’s lips.
“Clark, does it look like I’ve moved on?” He glanced around the spartan apartment, the one that they had planned to share five years earlier. Clark followed his glance and shook his head.
“No. I’m sorry, Lex. I’m sorry that I hurt you that much.”
“I searched for you,” Lex said softly, and Clark blinked.
“You did?”
“Yes. Every day. I searched the world over. Does that surprise you?”
“A little.”
“Why, Clark?”
“Because. . . because I thought that once I was gone, you’d figure I’d just betrayed you, and that you’d forget about me. I asked my father for at least the chance to see you, to see how you were doing, but he refused. He said you’d only be a distraction and that if you were truly my destined mate, you’d be devoted and wait for me.”
“Ah, I see.” Lex nodded and looked up into the cool blue eyes. “Your eye color has changed.”
“No. It’s actually a part of the disguise. My costume is bio-engineered to disguise their true color. When I go back to being Clark, my eyes are the color they’ve always been. My father’s idea, so it’s harder for humans to recognize me. Lex, please . . . maybe I don’t deserve to know, but . . . please.” Clark swallowed hard. “Do you still love me?”
Lex looked Clark up and down and then reached out to trace the insignia on the front of his costume. “The hope of mankind, are you?” He asked, and Clark nodded.
“That’s what Jor-El said. Lex, please—”
“It must be true,” Lex cut him off as his hand continued to trace the insignia. Clark looked down at him.
“How come?”
Lex’s grey eyes lifted to Clark’s disguised blue ones, grave and serious, but so bright that they reflected the blue and white lights of the Christmas tree across from them.
“Because, Clark. You’ve been my hope for the past five years and then some.” He reached up and touched Clark’s face. “You’ve been my hope since the day I met you.”
“Lex—” Clark gasped, and then Lex found himself being pulled into that strong embrace again. He was well aware of Clark’s immense strength, but the younger man held him as one might hold a bird in cupped hands, careful of the fragile bones and organs. Big hands stroked over the ridge of his spine and up the back of his neck, over his bare scalp, until they rested on his face. Lex gasped at the contact and then gave a choked groan as Clark captured his lips with his own and kissed and coaxed until Lex surrendered and began to explore Clark’s solid form with both hands. The pressure and desire of Clark’s kisses increased as Lex touched him, and he held Lex closer as the small man began to arch into the granite-hard mass of Clark’s thigh.
“Clark. Want . . . want, oh God, missed you. So much, every day, never forgot you, never stopped, Clark . . . never . . .” Lex gasped as Clark devoured his lips and then moved on to the soft and sensitive skin of Lex’s neck. Lex shuddered and twisted in Clark’s lap as the younger man’s full lips and teeth tasted and nibbled along Lex’s jugular and then nipped at his earlobe.
“Answer my question, Lex, please!” Clark whispered in his ear, and then delivered another hard nip to his ear. Lex shuddered and buried his face in Clark’s chest, his own lips and teeth questing across the slippery material of his uniform in order to find the peaked nubs of Clark’s nipples, which he knew were highly sensitive. He coaxed them to hardness to stand out against the blue, shiny material and then lapped at the captive peaks until the fabric was damp. Clark whimpered and his hands cupped Lex’s ass, pressing him tighter into his thigh as Lex ground himself against it repeatedly.
“Still?” Lex panted between laps and kisses. “Never stopped, Clark . . . not for one moment. Love you, God yes, always have, won’t ever be able to stop . . .” He moaned, his slim hands groping and squeezing Clark’s broad shoulders. It found the thick, heavy folds of Clark’s cape, and he pulled it forward and wrapped it around them both, the House of El insignia stretching out across Clark’s back as Lex brought it forward. Clark’s right hand left Lex’s rear end to pull the ends of the cape shut, creating a fabric cocoon around them both, and then tucked the free ends under his thigh to hold them. Lex moaned and nestled closer, Clark’s scent and heat filling his senses until they filled every pore. He was aware of a thick, heated hardness against his own thigh, and the scent of desire, tangy and dark somehow, that rose from the folds of the fabric. Clark’s desire. That knowledge pushed Lex over the edge like a shove that overloaded every nerve in his body. Faintly, as he came hard against Clark’s thigh and the wild sound of his own pulse filled his ears with white noise, he was aware of an answering rush of hot wetness against his groin that made him call Clark’s name until he was hoarse.
When his senses returned to him, Lex was aware that both he and Clark were damp, covered with the scent of sex, and more than a bit rumpled. Clark grinned down at him as he let his cape slide off of Lex’s shoulders with a soft rustle. Lex caught the ends with his fingers and rubbed the material against his cheek. It was silky and completely smooth, yet retained the heat of his touch.
“Bio-chemical, you say?” He murmured, and Clark watched as he rubbed the cape against his cheek like a tired toddler with his favorite woobie.
“That’s what Jor-El said.” He slid his arms around Lex’s shoulders and held him. “There’s other stuff I have to tell you about . . . things Jor-El said about my destiny.”
Lex chuckled and gazed over Clark’s shoulder at the Christmas tree with its riot of silver and gold.
“You’re home. For now, for tonight . . . that’s your destiny.”
Clark bent his head and kissed Lex’s smooth, bare scalp.
“A destiny you’ll always be a part of. Merry Christmas, Lex.”
“Merry Christmas, Clark.” Lex’s eyes closed halfway as the torpor of climax, fulfillment, contentment and heat relaxed his muscles and filled his body with the desire for sleep. The silken cape wrapped around him and then he felt himself being lifted and carried.
Silver and gold . . . red, blue . . .
A small smile played around the corner’s of Lex’s mouth as Clark laid him down on the big bed they that they would share from that moment on, and then Clark’s solid form curled around him, spooning him. The silky rustle of his uniform had been replaced with warm, bare flesh, and as Clark’s heartbeat pulsed against Lex’s shoulder, it turned the world of Lex’s dreams on its axis.
Destiny . . . the stuff of legend.
THE END
Author: Lexalicious70
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Category: Futurefic, Holidays
Summary: Lex is the richest man in Metropolis, but as Christmas comes to the city once again, all the silver and gold in the world hasn’t been able to bring Clark home for the past five years.
A/N For my beloved
herohunter at Christmas, and because she’s awesome! Silver and Gold
By Lexalicious70
Metropolis.
It was a city that boasted a population of nearly two million people with a wide array of cultural, social, and ethnic backgrounds, but despite those differences, if asked, any one of them would say the same thing if asked about the most rich and famous man in the city, Lex Luthor.
They each would say that that the sum of his wealth was only equaled by the sum of his loneliness.
Not that Lex’s loneliness made him bitter or dangerous; in fact, for the most part, the people of Metropolis agreed that Lex’s social and economical platforms were beneficial and for the good of the city. He built new factories, created jobs, and to work for one of his companies meant good benefits and very fair pay. However, when one saw Lex traveling to his penthouse office at Luthor Tower One in the heart of downtown, in Lexcorp Plaza, or saw him on television in the occasional interviews he gave, the handsome and enigmatic young billionaire gave off an aura of self-isolation that some said was simply the learned poise of growing up in the spotlight as Lionel Luthor’s only son, and others said that it was a kind of social caution that resulted from the same, which caused him to keep himself apart from everyone. Even as people speculated, though, not one of them would ever guess that even as Lex went through his daily routine, the thing that kept him isolated from the rest of the world had been missing from it for the past five years.
Christmas Eve, Luthor Plaza Towers, Metropolis.
The lights came up in Lex’s penthouse apartment as he crossed the threshold and set down his briefcase on the small table he’d placed there for specifically that purpose. Outside, snow fell past the big bay windows and blurred Lex’s view of the city, a blanket of bright lights and wide, dark mirrors of water as both sides of Metropolis Bay gleamed on both the north and south sides. In the corner of the huge living room, a large Christmas tree stood decorated with silver and gold reflective ornaments and blue and white twinkle lights. Lex knew that his decorator had probably brought the tree, just as he brought all the other paraphernalia to decorate the apartment for every other holiday that came and went. Lex didn’t mind the decorations; in fact, some of them were quite pretty, but they had little significance for him.
It was growing harder to find significance in anything since that day five years ago, when the only person who had ever loved him had left without a word.
Lex poured himself a scotch and went out onto the patio. It was cold but calm; the snow fell in thick, wet flakes that were unhampered by wind. Lex let them fall on the shoulders of his suit coat and his bare scalp, where they melted from his body heat. Lex squinted up into the sky, but the stars were obliterated as the clouds gave birth to masses of thick, swirling snow.
“Where are you?” Lex asked softly, as he did every night during this ritual. Sometimes the rain soaked him, sometimes the wind battered him, or the cold gnawed at his bones, but every night for the past five years, he stepped out into the night air to ask this question in the hopes that wherever he was, wherever he may be, the one he addressed might one day hear him and perhaps answer.
“Why did you leave me?”
Lex’s only answer was the swirling snow, which had begun to accumulate on the shoulders of his suit coat. Lex turned and went back inside. He slid the glass doors shut and stripped off his damp coat, which he hung up neatly on the oak rack near the door. The tree glittered from the opposite corner, and Lex watched the lights reflect in the polished surfaces of the silver and gold ornaments. From somewhere deep in his memory, an old Christmas carol came to the surface.
Silver and gold,
Silver and gold,
Means so much more when I see,
Silver and gold decorations,
On every Christmas tree.
Lex gasped quiet laughter even as tears pricked at his eyes. It seemed as though the significance he had refused earlier was back with a vengeance.
“God, Clark,” he said. “I’d give away every Goddamned possession I own just to see you standing here.” He reached out and touched one of the ornaments, running his slim fingers over the smooth surface. It seemed to shimmer as he did so, and then its surface turned to a blurred blue and red. Lex started and turned to see what had caused the reflection, only to be met with a towering figure who wore a red and blue uniform of some sort. It covered his body and clung to every well-defined muscle and curve. Red boots covered his feet, and most amazing of all, a flowing red cape marked with what appeared to be a stylized yellow S hung from his shoulders. The hem nearly brushed the floor. Lex scowled and forced himself to stand his ground, even though the man towered over him by a good five inches, perhaps more with the boots.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” He snapped, and the dark-haired man looked down at him.
“Lex,” he said softly, his voice deep and rich, and Lex’s scowl deepened.
“I said, who are you? How do you know my name?”
The stranger’s throat worked, and then he reached out to touch Lex’s face. Lex tried to back away, but the tree blocked his way. The stranger’s big, long fingers touched his cheek.
“Lex . . . a long time ago, you said our friendship would be the stuff of legend. Do you still mean that?”
The words made Lex’s heartbeat catch on hope so sharp that he feared it might snag there and never pulse again. He stared up at the stranger and took in the sharp, focused, wide-set blue eyes, the dark hair that swept away from a face that was impossibly beautiful, yet undoubtedly masculine at the same time. A single onyx curl tumbled down from the dark waves to dangle over his forehead. But the high cheekbones, the fair skin, the wide, full lips . . . they were the same, the ones that Lex had never forgotten. The billionaire’s throat ached fiercely as he tried to force words from it.
“Clark? My God, is—”
The stranger suddenly grinned, and that smile was like a key that fit into the lock of Lex’s guarded heart. It was the smile that defined Lex’s youth, that defined Smallville and everything it had been to him. His heart filled with it until it spilled over like a brimming bowl and forced tears from his eyes.
“Clark.”
“It’s me, Lex. It’s me, I swear!”
“Jesus—” Lex gasped, and then he was being pulled into strong arms and held up against an impossibly broad chest and engulfed in scents of cold air, snow, high altitudes, and strange fabrics. But underneath it all was Clark, sweet Clark, and the musk that had been Lex’s air until his young lover had vanished on a warm late-summer afternoon in Smallville five years ago, shortly after he had turned eighteen. Clark spoke, muffled, into Lex’s right temple.
“So sorry, Lex. So sorry, had to leave, couldn’t tell anyone, not even you, wanted to, wanted to contact you but couldn’t . . . fortress wouldn’t let me, said I wasn’t ready . . . had to train, to become this . . . so sorry, so sorry . . .”
“All right, Clark. All right. Shhh, hey . . . let’s sit down, we’ll talk. We’ll talk, all right?” He led Clark over to the couch and they sat down. Clark took Lex’s hands.
“I’m so sorry, Lex. I’m so sorry that I left that day. I didn’t have a choice . . . the crystal from the fortress transported me there because it was time for me to train . . . to learn, to become what I was destined to be. This.” Clark ran a hand down the front of his armor. “You don’t know how I begged . . . I begged every day for contact with you, so that I could at least explain to you where I’d gone, but Jor-El wouldn’t let me. Jor-El . . . he’s my birth father. His spirit resides in the fortress I told you about the summer before I left. He was the one who explained everything to me. That’s where I’ve been, Lex . . . but I thought about you every day. I cried when I thought about how much I must have hurt you. How you must have thought that I left you, like you said everyone did. I’m so sorry, Lex . . . I know I don’t deserve to be in your life anymore, and that you’ve probably moved on with someone else after five years, but . . . I wanted you to know. I didn’t leave you because I wanted to. I left because what I’m destined to be. The hope of mankind.”
A small smile quirked up the corners of Lex’s lips.
“Clark, does it look like I’ve moved on?” He glanced around the spartan apartment, the one that they had planned to share five years earlier. Clark followed his glance and shook his head.
“No. I’m sorry, Lex. I’m sorry that I hurt you that much.”
“I searched for you,” Lex said softly, and Clark blinked.
“You did?”
“Yes. Every day. I searched the world over. Does that surprise you?”
“A little.”
“Why, Clark?”
“Because. . . because I thought that once I was gone, you’d figure I’d just betrayed you, and that you’d forget about me. I asked my father for at least the chance to see you, to see how you were doing, but he refused. He said you’d only be a distraction and that if you were truly my destined mate, you’d be devoted and wait for me.”
“Ah, I see.” Lex nodded and looked up into the cool blue eyes. “Your eye color has changed.”
“No. It’s actually a part of the disguise. My costume is bio-engineered to disguise their true color. When I go back to being Clark, my eyes are the color they’ve always been. My father’s idea, so it’s harder for humans to recognize me. Lex, please . . . maybe I don’t deserve to know, but . . . please.” Clark swallowed hard. “Do you still love me?”
Lex looked Clark up and down and then reached out to trace the insignia on the front of his costume. “The hope of mankind, are you?” He asked, and Clark nodded.
“That’s what Jor-El said. Lex, please—”
“It must be true,” Lex cut him off as his hand continued to trace the insignia. Clark looked down at him.
“How come?”
Lex’s grey eyes lifted to Clark’s disguised blue ones, grave and serious, but so bright that they reflected the blue and white lights of the Christmas tree across from them.
“Because, Clark. You’ve been my hope for the past five years and then some.” He reached up and touched Clark’s face. “You’ve been my hope since the day I met you.”
“Lex—” Clark gasped, and then Lex found himself being pulled into that strong embrace again. He was well aware of Clark’s immense strength, but the younger man held him as one might hold a bird in cupped hands, careful of the fragile bones and organs. Big hands stroked over the ridge of his spine and up the back of his neck, over his bare scalp, until they rested on his face. Lex gasped at the contact and then gave a choked groan as Clark captured his lips with his own and kissed and coaxed until Lex surrendered and began to explore Clark’s solid form with both hands. The pressure and desire of Clark’s kisses increased as Lex touched him, and he held Lex closer as the small man began to arch into the granite-hard mass of Clark’s thigh.
“Clark. Want . . . want, oh God, missed you. So much, every day, never forgot you, never stopped, Clark . . . never . . .” Lex gasped as Clark devoured his lips and then moved on to the soft and sensitive skin of Lex’s neck. Lex shuddered and twisted in Clark’s lap as the younger man’s full lips and teeth tasted and nibbled along Lex’s jugular and then nipped at his earlobe.
“Answer my question, Lex, please!” Clark whispered in his ear, and then delivered another hard nip to his ear. Lex shuddered and buried his face in Clark’s chest, his own lips and teeth questing across the slippery material of his uniform in order to find the peaked nubs of Clark’s nipples, which he knew were highly sensitive. He coaxed them to hardness to stand out against the blue, shiny material and then lapped at the captive peaks until the fabric was damp. Clark whimpered and his hands cupped Lex’s ass, pressing him tighter into his thigh as Lex ground himself against it repeatedly.
“Still?” Lex panted between laps and kisses. “Never stopped, Clark . . . not for one moment. Love you, God yes, always have, won’t ever be able to stop . . .” He moaned, his slim hands groping and squeezing Clark’s broad shoulders. It found the thick, heavy folds of Clark’s cape, and he pulled it forward and wrapped it around them both, the House of El insignia stretching out across Clark’s back as Lex brought it forward. Clark’s right hand left Lex’s rear end to pull the ends of the cape shut, creating a fabric cocoon around them both, and then tucked the free ends under his thigh to hold them. Lex moaned and nestled closer, Clark’s scent and heat filling his senses until they filled every pore. He was aware of a thick, heated hardness against his own thigh, and the scent of desire, tangy and dark somehow, that rose from the folds of the fabric. Clark’s desire. That knowledge pushed Lex over the edge like a shove that overloaded every nerve in his body. Faintly, as he came hard against Clark’s thigh and the wild sound of his own pulse filled his ears with white noise, he was aware of an answering rush of hot wetness against his groin that made him call Clark’s name until he was hoarse.
When his senses returned to him, Lex was aware that both he and Clark were damp, covered with the scent of sex, and more than a bit rumpled. Clark grinned down at him as he let his cape slide off of Lex’s shoulders with a soft rustle. Lex caught the ends with his fingers and rubbed the material against his cheek. It was silky and completely smooth, yet retained the heat of his touch.
“Bio-chemical, you say?” He murmured, and Clark watched as he rubbed the cape against his cheek like a tired toddler with his favorite woobie.
“That’s what Jor-El said.” He slid his arms around Lex’s shoulders and held him. “There’s other stuff I have to tell you about . . . things Jor-El said about my destiny.”
Lex chuckled and gazed over Clark’s shoulder at the Christmas tree with its riot of silver and gold.
“You’re home. For now, for tonight . . . that’s your destiny.”
Clark bent his head and kissed Lex’s smooth, bare scalp.
“A destiny you’ll always be a part of. Merry Christmas, Lex.”
“Merry Christmas, Clark.” Lex’s eyes closed halfway as the torpor of climax, fulfillment, contentment and heat relaxed his muscles and filled his body with the desire for sleep. The silken cape wrapped around him and then he felt himself being lifted and carried.
Silver and gold . . . red, blue . . .
A small smile played around the corner’s of Lex’s mouth as Clark laid him down on the big bed they that they would share from that moment on, and then Clark’s solid form curled around him, spooning him. The silky rustle of his uniform had been replaced with warm, bare flesh, and as Clark’s heartbeat pulsed against Lex’s shoulder, it turned the world of Lex’s dreams on its axis.
Destiny . . . the stuff of legend.
THE END
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Date: 2008-12-27 03:35 am (UTC)I could see SV's Jor-El doing this, too, the bastard!
But I liked how Lex didn't become all bitter and angry but just...lost.
That's a good idea about the changed eye color!
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Date: 2008-12-27 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-27 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-27 04:59 am (UTC)PS- Yeah, I admit to a bit of a cape fixation. *Cough*
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Date: 2008-12-28 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 04:01 am (UTC):)
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