FIC: The Many Faces of Grant Gabriel
Ash and I decided to give this character a purpose.
Title: The Many Faces of Grant Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lex/Other Lex/Clark *shifty eyes*
Authors: ladydreamer and herohunter
Spoilers: Up to "Action"
The Many Faces of Grant Gabriel
Grant Gabriel unlocked his apartment door, stepped inside and dropped his suitcase on the nearest chair. He loosened his tie, ran his fingers through his hair, and worked his head to the left and to the right. Babysitting incompetent girls who fancied themselves reporters was not as easy as it sounded, even if she had nice breasts. Grant didn't really care about breasts.
He went to the small bar in his living room, not bothering with the lights. The apartment was bright enough with the Metropolis lights coming in through the glass wall to his right. He would have put in curtains, but the Boss liked to watch his city whenever he came over and-
A low, dry voice came from the shadows. "Your little *pet* gave me a little tip today. My father thanks her."
Grant spun around, a smile on his lips before he could even think about suppressing it. "You're here," he said, not caring that he sounded relieved and needy and happy all at once. Now that he was looking, he could see the man in the shadows, dark clothing that clashed beautifully against pale, perfect skin, and Grant had to swallow hard or he might start drooling. Slowly he turned back around and went for the bottle of the expensive scotch, not the stuff he usually had. He poured two glasses, walked over to his Boss and kneeled at his feet, sitting on his heels. "I had to put her in her place a couple of times today, but she won't be printing stories against you. Not while I'm Chief Editor." He searched the darkened face for a hint of approval, which was not usually forthcoming at all.
Lex nodded and took the offered drink. "That's why I had you hired." Looking down on Grant, he saw weakness, pliability. He saw someone who would be anyone he asked Grant to be. Knowing that the man was starved for his approbation, he touched the side of his face briefly. A scrap for his begging dog.
Grant leaned into the touch; apart from sex, touches came so few and far between with the man who had saved him from living like a freak and going insane like many others. "She thinks she's all that, too," he added, setting down his own glass and undoing his tie all the way, undoing the two top buttons of his shirt. "But I'll keep her ego inflated like you told me to. How was your day?"
"I went to see my father. Who accused me of being the one who kept him locked up in that cabin. Nothing like a family reunion." Lex knocked back his drink and set it on the table. "You might want to change into something more comfortable."
"Of course." Grant's smile was wide and sincere. He took off his jacket, finished unbuttoning his shirt and got rid of that, too, along with the tie. He closed his eyes and a second later, Lex was kneeling there, biting his lower lip and unbuckling his belt.
Lex looked down on the copy of himself and frowned deeply. His hand met Grant's cheek then grabbed his chin. "Stop fooling around," he warned.
"Sorry, boss." The tip of Grant's tongue slipped out and tasted his own blood, his eyes shining with adoration. He knew better than to change the script, but sometimes it was nice to see the real Lex Luthor come out to play, too. He finished opening his pants and then closed his eyes again. "Lex," Clark said weakly, too large for Grant's pants, and the fabric ripped as he finished morphing. No matter, the Boss would buy him as many clothes as he needed.
Lex's expression softened, and he lowered himself to Grant, cupping his face with both hands and looking at him with smoldering eyes. "There, now, Clark. You just need to be a good boy." He met his lips and licked along Grant's bottom lip, tasting the blood for himself and letting out a soft growl. He pulled Grant's face toward him and kissed him fiercely.
Grant-Clark moaned helplessly, parting his lips as to encourage Lex to go deeper, harder. His hands, so big now, began to push Lex's suit jacket over his shoulders. "Oh, Lex, I've missed you," Clark whispered and rolled his head back for Lex to attack his neck next.
"I know you have, Clark," Lex replied before he went to his neck and sucked vigorously on the large adam's apple. His hands moved down to the torn pants and began to rip them off of him. He tried to imagine that this was what Clark felt like, what Clark tasted like. His hands moved over the muscular chest, and he imagined that he was the only one who Clark let touch him like this, his shy, reticent farmboy.
"I-" Clark sighed and gasped, and arched up against Lex's hands. "Are you sure we should be doing this, Lex?" Just hesitant enough but not too much. Not too eager, either. "Oh." His hands went to Lex's tie.
"Don't worry, Clark. I'll take care of you," Lex assured him, brushing his fingers over a nipple. His other hand smoothed down the arching back and cupped Clark's ass. He gave it a light squeeze. "I'll take care of everything."
"I'm scared, Lex," Clark went on, moaning again and rolling his hips, the motion broken like he had not really meant to do it. "They say you're doing bad things... you won't hurt me, will you, Lex?"
Lex gently kissed up his jaw line, then took Clark's face in his hands again and kissed his nose, then his cheeks, then his forehead, and murmured, "I could never hurt you, Clark. Everything I do is for you."
"Lex..." Clark smiled and slowly lowered himself to the floor, spreading out his arms and legs, and sighing deeply. "I believe you, Lex... I trust you." Grant watched Lex's face through half-closed eyes. This was always the best part; when Clark surrendered to Lex and Lex was given everything he had ever wanted. Grant would never voice it, but he was of the opinion that Clark Kent was the biggest idiot he had ever met. Clark had not known he and Grant had met, naturally, since Grant had shifted into Chloe then, and squeezed a few truths from the object of Lex's affection. To date, Grant had yet to hand all the information over to Lex. He knew how to keep himself useful in more ways than one. "I need you, Lex."
Lex smoothed his hands over Clark's thighs, an expression of adoration crossing his face. "You're so beautiful. I'll give you everything you want." He leaned over and kissed just below Clark's navel, then dragged his tongue along the trail until he was sucking and kissing on Clark's hipbone. "What do you want, Clark? Hm? Do you want me inside you?"
"Ohh..." Clark nodded fast, hands in fists at his sides. It was what the real Clark would do because of his inhuman strength and both Gabriel and Lex knew it. "I-yes... Yes, Lex, please. I want to feel..." 'Human,' he did not say but then again, he did not need to, and Clark would not have. "O-only you make me feel this way, Lex, please..."
Giving Clark's thighs another squeeze, he opened his mouth wide and sucked the tip of Clark's cock into his mouth. His swirled his tongue around the head as he unbuckled his own pants and began to pull them down.
Clark froze and sucked in a startled breath, just virginal enough every time. "Oh, Lex!" He reached out his right hand and let his fingertips brush along the top of Lex's head. Nobody else touched Lex there, only his Clark. "Feels so good, you always make me feel so good!" Clark babbled because Lex loved it; loved to hear the not quite sexy words and the moans that got louder as they went. "Ohhh!"
Lex sat up and pulled his pants off, then sat back on his heels as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I'm going to send you to heaven, Clark." He stripped the shirt off slowly, then spread Clark's legs further apart. He hesitated. "Would you like to do this on a nice soft bed, Clark? I'll go easy on you."
"Um." Clark blinked up at Lex and, licking his lips, nodded slowly. "Yes, Lex."
Lex moved to Clark's side, lifted him up easily, and carried him to the far side of the room, where he leaned over to push a button and the bookshelf slid to the side, revealing a door. He walked up to it and entered the room, Clark still in his arms.
The room was average sized with a narrow bed in the middle, a desk, and a chair. A few flannel shirts were strewn there and there, as well as a pre-calculus book and some notes by the bed. A Smallville High banner was pinned to the wall.
"Mom and Dad went to Metropolis," Clark volunteered, hugging Lex's neck and kissing the corner of his jaw almost chastely. "Thanks for getting the reservation for them." Lex would have never been able to carry the real Clark that easily, but reality had very little importance in this room. In Clark Kent's bedroom, a perfect replica that Grant had provided the pictures for himself. He had even stolen a couple of the farmboy's shirts, and that was all he wore when Lex came to visit "Clark."
Lex laid Clark down on the bed carefully. "I have to admit... my motives weren't entirely philanthropic," he said with a grin. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and some lube. "I am going to pop their little boy's cherry tonight."
Clark ducked his head and blushed, the bright red flush spreading across his chest, up his neck and over his cheeks. He slowly ran his eyes up Lex's body then and reached out tentatively, running his fingers up Lex's naked arms. "I would never want anyone else... only you, Lex."
"That..." Lex spread some lube on his fingers and pushed a finger up Clark's ass. "Is because you are MINE."
"OH!" Clark rolled his head back, his legs spreading wide as his already stiff cock gave a sharp jerk, and a drop of precum appeared on the tip. "Yes," he whispered breathlessly, meeting Lex's eyes. "Yours."
Lex worked the finger back and forth a bit and straddled one of Clark's legs to lean over and kiss him. He licked over Clark's lips then pressed their lips together several times before slipping his tongue along Clark's bottom lip. Clark tasted like himself and sour apple flavored gum.
Clark moaned and writhed under Lex, caught between shutting his eyes tightly and watching Lex, between touching Lex and letting his hands just hover and shake. "Oh God, Lex, please..." His eyelids fluttered and he panted. "M-more."
"As you wish," Lex breathed against his lips, inserting another finger and moving them in deeper, scissoring them inside him. How he loved to hear those noises coming out of his Clark. How LONG he'd waited to hear his voice pleading...
"You're wonderful," Clark whispered in a broken voice, moaning and cupping Lex's face with both hands. "Always so good to me..."
Lex's lips tensed, and he said in a fierce voice, "I try... SO hard... Clark, you just don't know how hard I TRY for you."
Clark's brow creased and he kissed Lex's lips, pulled him down closer. "Shhh, I know. I know, Lex, and it's so hard to pretend to hate you..." Dipping his head, he began to kiss down Lex's neck. "I don't hate you, Lex, I never have..." After a soft suck to Lex's shoulder, Clark lay back down, blinked slowly, and smiled. "Take me, Lex."
Lex pulled his fingers out and smiled softly as he rolled the condom on then slicked some lube over it. "Let me know if it hurts, baby. I want to make this good for you." He lifted one of Clark's legs up and pressed his cock against Clark's ass, then slowly began slipping inside.
"Hm!" Clark's eyes went wide. He panted, licked his lips a couple of times, and panted some more, but moved his hands to Lex's shoulders and did not try to stop him. "Oh. It feels... I've never... you-you can't hurt me," he finally said and raised his head to meet Lex's lips with his own.
"I know, Clark. But I never would." Lex pushed further inside and leaned over so he could kiss Clark as he slowly and deliberately fucked him. "You feel amazing inside."
"Oh, oh..." Clark cupped the back of Lex's head with both hands and began to suck on Lex's tongue, perhaps as a promise to what he would do later if Lex stayed the night. His moans only got louder and his long legs went around Lex's waist. "I need..." he muttered after a long time, and lowered Lex's left hand to his cock. "Please..."
"As you wish, Clark," Lex said again, stroking his fingers smoothly up and down Clark's large cock. "Such a big, healthy boy," he murmured. He loved the texture of Clark's skin so much.
Clark's moans grew needier and he held on to Lex, bucking up into his thrusts, his face contorted between pleasure and pain. "Ah, ah, ah, LEX!" With one final gasp, his eyes went wide, and he tensed under Lex as his cock began to spill come all over Lex's hand and his own abdomen.
"Yes, oh, yes, Clark, come for me!" Lex gritted his teeth. Feeling Clark tighten all around him, he let his head fall back as he let out a roar. Every time. Every time he came inside Clark it was a revelation. It was his world.
Clark pulled Lex over him, gave his shoulder a bite and a kiss, and just panted against his skin for the longest time. He sighed and ran his hands up and down Lex's back, and kissed his cheek, his lips, his eyelids. "Oh, Lex," he said softly and kissed him again.
"I'll always be here when you need me, Clark. No matter what's going on between us." Lex leaned their foreheads together and sighed heavily. Now that he was coming out of the daze, it was beginning to make him sad.
"I'll always be here for you," Clark replied, but the sentiment came from the metahuman inside him rather than the alien on the outside. He wrapped one arm around Lex's waist and rolled them onto their sides, caressed Lex's cheek with his free hand. "Can you stay for a while?"
"No," Lex said a bit stiffly. "I have a meeting early tomorrow morning." His hand ran up and down Clark's bicep. Not Clark. Not HIS Clark.
"I understand." Clark smiled softly and moved lower on the bed to rest his head on Lex's chest, hugging him loosely. "I'll be here when you can come back."
"I know." Lex closed his eyes and petted the soft curls for a few minutes before he pulled away and slipped out of the bed. He paused only a moment before getting up and leaving the room without another word.
He lay there, looking at the ceiling. Such a plain ceiling, white wood, nothing to it. Gentle golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, fake lighting to emulate Smallville's very aura. Once he heard the front door click shut, he shifted back to Grant's form and got up. He left the room, showered and returned to change the sheets and to grab one of those huge flannel shirts. The Boss would be watching him like he always did, and Grant would give him Clark touching himself before bed, saying Lex's name before he came. It was a small sacrifice he was willing to make for the man who had saved his life, the man who, if he played his cards right, would keep him safe forever.
Title: The Many Faces of Grant Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lex/Other Lex/Clark *shifty eyes*
Authors: ladydreamer and herohunter
Spoilers: Up to "Action"
The Many Faces of Grant Gabriel
Grant Gabriel unlocked his apartment door, stepped inside and dropped his suitcase on the nearest chair. He loosened his tie, ran his fingers through his hair, and worked his head to the left and to the right. Babysitting incompetent girls who fancied themselves reporters was not as easy as it sounded, even if she had nice breasts. Grant didn't really care about breasts.
He went to the small bar in his living room, not bothering with the lights. The apartment was bright enough with the Metropolis lights coming in through the glass wall to his right. He would have put in curtains, but the Boss liked to watch his city whenever he came over and-
A low, dry voice came from the shadows. "Your little *pet* gave me a little tip today. My father thanks her."
Grant spun around, a smile on his lips before he could even think about suppressing it. "You're here," he said, not caring that he sounded relieved and needy and happy all at once. Now that he was looking, he could see the man in the shadows, dark clothing that clashed beautifully against pale, perfect skin, and Grant had to swallow hard or he might start drooling. Slowly he turned back around and went for the bottle of the expensive scotch, not the stuff he usually had. He poured two glasses, walked over to his Boss and kneeled at his feet, sitting on his heels. "I had to put her in her place a couple of times today, but she won't be printing stories against you. Not while I'm Chief Editor." He searched the darkened face for a hint of approval, which was not usually forthcoming at all.
Lex nodded and took the offered drink. "That's why I had you hired." Looking down on Grant, he saw weakness, pliability. He saw someone who would be anyone he asked Grant to be. Knowing that the man was starved for his approbation, he touched the side of his face briefly. A scrap for his begging dog.
Grant leaned into the touch; apart from sex, touches came so few and far between with the man who had saved him from living like a freak and going insane like many others. "She thinks she's all that, too," he added, setting down his own glass and undoing his tie all the way, undoing the two top buttons of his shirt. "But I'll keep her ego inflated like you told me to. How was your day?"
"I went to see my father. Who accused me of being the one who kept him locked up in that cabin. Nothing like a family reunion." Lex knocked back his drink and set it on the table. "You might want to change into something more comfortable."
"Of course." Grant's smile was wide and sincere. He took off his jacket, finished unbuttoning his shirt and got rid of that, too, along with the tie. He closed his eyes and a second later, Lex was kneeling there, biting his lower lip and unbuckling his belt.
Lex looked down on the copy of himself and frowned deeply. His hand met Grant's cheek then grabbed his chin. "Stop fooling around," he warned.
"Sorry, boss." The tip of Grant's tongue slipped out and tasted his own blood, his eyes shining with adoration. He knew better than to change the script, but sometimes it was nice to see the real Lex Luthor come out to play, too. He finished opening his pants and then closed his eyes again. "Lex," Clark said weakly, too large for Grant's pants, and the fabric ripped as he finished morphing. No matter, the Boss would buy him as many clothes as he needed.
Lex's expression softened, and he lowered himself to Grant, cupping his face with both hands and looking at him with smoldering eyes. "There, now, Clark. You just need to be a good boy." He met his lips and licked along Grant's bottom lip, tasting the blood for himself and letting out a soft growl. He pulled Grant's face toward him and kissed him fiercely.
Grant-Clark moaned helplessly, parting his lips as to encourage Lex to go deeper, harder. His hands, so big now, began to push Lex's suit jacket over his shoulders. "Oh, Lex, I've missed you," Clark whispered and rolled his head back for Lex to attack his neck next.
"I know you have, Clark," Lex replied before he went to his neck and sucked vigorously on the large adam's apple. His hands moved down to the torn pants and began to rip them off of him. He tried to imagine that this was what Clark felt like, what Clark tasted like. His hands moved over the muscular chest, and he imagined that he was the only one who Clark let touch him like this, his shy, reticent farmboy.
"I-" Clark sighed and gasped, and arched up against Lex's hands. "Are you sure we should be doing this, Lex?" Just hesitant enough but not too much. Not too eager, either. "Oh." His hands went to Lex's tie.
"Don't worry, Clark. I'll take care of you," Lex assured him, brushing his fingers over a nipple. His other hand smoothed down the arching back and cupped Clark's ass. He gave it a light squeeze. "I'll take care of everything."
"I'm scared, Lex," Clark went on, moaning again and rolling his hips, the motion broken like he had not really meant to do it. "They say you're doing bad things... you won't hurt me, will you, Lex?"
Lex gently kissed up his jaw line, then took Clark's face in his hands again and kissed his nose, then his cheeks, then his forehead, and murmured, "I could never hurt you, Clark. Everything I do is for you."
"Lex..." Clark smiled and slowly lowered himself to the floor, spreading out his arms and legs, and sighing deeply. "I believe you, Lex... I trust you." Grant watched Lex's face through half-closed eyes. This was always the best part; when Clark surrendered to Lex and Lex was given everything he had ever wanted. Grant would never voice it, but he was of the opinion that Clark Kent was the biggest idiot he had ever met. Clark had not known he and Grant had met, naturally, since Grant had shifted into Chloe then, and squeezed a few truths from the object of Lex's affection. To date, Grant had yet to hand all the information over to Lex. He knew how to keep himself useful in more ways than one. "I need you, Lex."
Lex smoothed his hands over Clark's thighs, an expression of adoration crossing his face. "You're so beautiful. I'll give you everything you want." He leaned over and kissed just below Clark's navel, then dragged his tongue along the trail until he was sucking and kissing on Clark's hipbone. "What do you want, Clark? Hm? Do you want me inside you?"
"Ohh..." Clark nodded fast, hands in fists at his sides. It was what the real Clark would do because of his inhuman strength and both Gabriel and Lex knew it. "I-yes... Yes, Lex, please. I want to feel..." 'Human,' he did not say but then again, he did not need to, and Clark would not have. "O-only you make me feel this way, Lex, please..."
Giving Clark's thighs another squeeze, he opened his mouth wide and sucked the tip of Clark's cock into his mouth. His swirled his tongue around the head as he unbuckled his own pants and began to pull them down.
Clark froze and sucked in a startled breath, just virginal enough every time. "Oh, Lex!" He reached out his right hand and let his fingertips brush along the top of Lex's head. Nobody else touched Lex there, only his Clark. "Feels so good, you always make me feel so good!" Clark babbled because Lex loved it; loved to hear the not quite sexy words and the moans that got louder as they went. "Ohhh!"
Lex sat up and pulled his pants off, then sat back on his heels as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I'm going to send you to heaven, Clark." He stripped the shirt off slowly, then spread Clark's legs further apart. He hesitated. "Would you like to do this on a nice soft bed, Clark? I'll go easy on you."
"Um." Clark blinked up at Lex and, licking his lips, nodded slowly. "Yes, Lex."
Lex moved to Clark's side, lifted him up easily, and carried him to the far side of the room, where he leaned over to push a button and the bookshelf slid to the side, revealing a door. He walked up to it and entered the room, Clark still in his arms.
The room was average sized with a narrow bed in the middle, a desk, and a chair. A few flannel shirts were strewn there and there, as well as a pre-calculus book and some notes by the bed. A Smallville High banner was pinned to the wall.
"Mom and Dad went to Metropolis," Clark volunteered, hugging Lex's neck and kissing the corner of his jaw almost chastely. "Thanks for getting the reservation for them." Lex would have never been able to carry the real Clark that easily, but reality had very little importance in this room. In Clark Kent's bedroom, a perfect replica that Grant had provided the pictures for himself. He had even stolen a couple of the farmboy's shirts, and that was all he wore when Lex came to visit "Clark."
Lex laid Clark down on the bed carefully. "I have to admit... my motives weren't entirely philanthropic," he said with a grin. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and some lube. "I am going to pop their little boy's cherry tonight."
Clark ducked his head and blushed, the bright red flush spreading across his chest, up his neck and over his cheeks. He slowly ran his eyes up Lex's body then and reached out tentatively, running his fingers up Lex's naked arms. "I would never want anyone else... only you, Lex."
"That..." Lex spread some lube on his fingers and pushed a finger up Clark's ass. "Is because you are MINE."
"OH!" Clark rolled his head back, his legs spreading wide as his already stiff cock gave a sharp jerk, and a drop of precum appeared on the tip. "Yes," he whispered breathlessly, meeting Lex's eyes. "Yours."
Lex worked the finger back and forth a bit and straddled one of Clark's legs to lean over and kiss him. He licked over Clark's lips then pressed their lips together several times before slipping his tongue along Clark's bottom lip. Clark tasted like himself and sour apple flavored gum.
Clark moaned and writhed under Lex, caught between shutting his eyes tightly and watching Lex, between touching Lex and letting his hands just hover and shake. "Oh God, Lex, please..." His eyelids fluttered and he panted. "M-more."
"As you wish," Lex breathed against his lips, inserting another finger and moving them in deeper, scissoring them inside him. How he loved to hear those noises coming out of his Clark. How LONG he'd waited to hear his voice pleading...
"You're wonderful," Clark whispered in a broken voice, moaning and cupping Lex's face with both hands. "Always so good to me..."
Lex's lips tensed, and he said in a fierce voice, "I try... SO hard... Clark, you just don't know how hard I TRY for you."
Clark's brow creased and he kissed Lex's lips, pulled him down closer. "Shhh, I know. I know, Lex, and it's so hard to pretend to hate you..." Dipping his head, he began to kiss down Lex's neck. "I don't hate you, Lex, I never have..." After a soft suck to Lex's shoulder, Clark lay back down, blinked slowly, and smiled. "Take me, Lex."
Lex pulled his fingers out and smiled softly as he rolled the condom on then slicked some lube over it. "Let me know if it hurts, baby. I want to make this good for you." He lifted one of Clark's legs up and pressed his cock against Clark's ass, then slowly began slipping inside.
"Hm!" Clark's eyes went wide. He panted, licked his lips a couple of times, and panted some more, but moved his hands to Lex's shoulders and did not try to stop him. "Oh. It feels... I've never... you-you can't hurt me," he finally said and raised his head to meet Lex's lips with his own.
"I know, Clark. But I never would." Lex pushed further inside and leaned over so he could kiss Clark as he slowly and deliberately fucked him. "You feel amazing inside."
"Oh, oh..." Clark cupped the back of Lex's head with both hands and began to suck on Lex's tongue, perhaps as a promise to what he would do later if Lex stayed the night. His moans only got louder and his long legs went around Lex's waist. "I need..." he muttered after a long time, and lowered Lex's left hand to his cock. "Please..."
"As you wish, Clark," Lex said again, stroking his fingers smoothly up and down Clark's large cock. "Such a big, healthy boy," he murmured. He loved the texture of Clark's skin so much.
Clark's moans grew needier and he held on to Lex, bucking up into his thrusts, his face contorted between pleasure and pain. "Ah, ah, ah, LEX!" With one final gasp, his eyes went wide, and he tensed under Lex as his cock began to spill come all over Lex's hand and his own abdomen.
"Yes, oh, yes, Clark, come for me!" Lex gritted his teeth. Feeling Clark tighten all around him, he let his head fall back as he let out a roar. Every time. Every time he came inside Clark it was a revelation. It was his world.
Clark pulled Lex over him, gave his shoulder a bite and a kiss, and just panted against his skin for the longest time. He sighed and ran his hands up and down Lex's back, and kissed his cheek, his lips, his eyelids. "Oh, Lex," he said softly and kissed him again.
"I'll always be here when you need me, Clark. No matter what's going on between us." Lex leaned their foreheads together and sighed heavily. Now that he was coming out of the daze, it was beginning to make him sad.
"I'll always be here for you," Clark replied, but the sentiment came from the metahuman inside him rather than the alien on the outside. He wrapped one arm around Lex's waist and rolled them onto their sides, caressed Lex's cheek with his free hand. "Can you stay for a while?"
"No," Lex said a bit stiffly. "I have a meeting early tomorrow morning." His hand ran up and down Clark's bicep. Not Clark. Not HIS Clark.
"I understand." Clark smiled softly and moved lower on the bed to rest his head on Lex's chest, hugging him loosely. "I'll be here when you can come back."
"I know." Lex closed his eyes and petted the soft curls for a few minutes before he pulled away and slipped out of the bed. He paused only a moment before getting up and leaving the room without another word.
He lay there, looking at the ceiling. Such a plain ceiling, white wood, nothing to it. Gentle golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, fake lighting to emulate Smallville's very aura. Once he heard the front door click shut, he shifted back to Grant's form and got up. He left the room, showered and returned to change the sheets and to grab one of those huge flannel shirts. The Boss would be watching him like he always did, and Grant would give him Clark touching himself before bed, saying Lex's name before he came. It was a small sacrifice he was willing to make for the man who had saved his life, the man who, if he played his cards right, would keep him safe forever.