Deal part 5A
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:3
pairing: Clark/Lex
Finally, the day came that they could touch him again; move him without making him scream. He was less…plastic looking, less new and raw looking. He was eating again, and flesh was building up on his bones again, and as Adam observed, normal functions were re-asserting themselves, or as Clark put it, gently, lovingly and with a very careful and soft kiss to the forehead , “You stink.”
Adam suggested that they bathe him, and the two of them lowered him into a tub of warm water. The flow of water over his skin made his muscles tighten all over, and he looked so frightened, Clark stripped off and sat in the tub with him, held him, even though the touch of his hands made Lex panic. Clark kept talking to him, filling the air with soothing, crooning sound, telling him what had happened while he gone, telling him what they were doing for him, how much he cared, finally just nonsense words, anything to keep Lex distracted. He talked until his voice was dry, until he couldn’t speak, and all he could do was rock him in the tepid water. Adam stood against the wall, watching the two of them for a long time before he could make his legs obey him, and walked out of the bathroom to give the two privacy.
When the water got so cold Lex complained, Clark carried him out, his heart breaking at how completely weightless Lex was. He carried him back to the bedroom Adam and he had shared all summer--Lex’s room, and laid him on the bed. He brought in a towel and blotted him gently dry, and checked him carefully. He looked so much healthier if exhausted-completely exhausted. He dropped into a deep sleep immediately, and Clark climbed in next to him, curled his body around Lex’s and tried to worry at how cold Lex was. He drifted off almost as quickly as Lex had, and was unaware that Adam came into the room and covered him with a blanket.
******
Lex was awake, and standing in what pale light managed to squeeze through the drawn drapes. Behind the dark drapes, the moon was full, and high-Lex felt it like a gentle tug in his midsection, and rubbed at his belly reflectively.
You don’t have to do this you know. You don’t need to feel all of this. I know he answered. I think I have to. I need to feel it. Silly really. You’re being masochistic. This need to pay for transgressions you imagine, you don’t owe anyone anything. Those lives were dust to begin with and you just returned them to dust. They wanted to be dust, understand? Everything wants to be…dust. Decay and rot, natural states. You see?
Lex nodded and walked slowly around the bed where his body slept, and Clark slept, nearly curled around him, a gray blanket he vaguely recognized draped loosely over him.
Lex looked down at the sleeping boy with interest. He could see that Clark wasn’t just altered like he’d been, he was completely different. Unhuman. The odd flow of energy inside him was fascinating-not any more difficult than a human to stop or change--just different. He hummed and stroked Clark inside, twitching gleaming lines of energy, pulling a little before letting go of them unchanged. It was so tempting; to take him apart and see, really see him. Clark wasn’t-was an abstract, a tempting arrangement of energies, not much more. An echo of feeling went through him, like a breeze flowing though gauze at a window, distant and faint. He plucked again, and Clark grimaced and groaned in his sleep before Lex lost interest and wandered away, entranced by the flow of power around and in every object, thoughts of Clark floated away like chaff….
He wondered about so much--there was so much to wonder about. He walked directly to Adam’s room, ignoring walls in between, and lifted into the air, to drift over the sleeping form on the bed, drawn by living energy, his warmth.
Lex stared down into his face. Adam looked so sad. He’d probably be happier not knowing any of this; perhaps if he thought that he and Lex had only been friends, or never knew each other at all…sad. Sad.
Lex tilted his head and thought. Tried to capture just what the word meant. Sad was…a pain deep inside, an empty feeling-no-that was…fear…or was that the feeling of being submerged, absorbed…the flicker of concern he’d felt washed away, as he was distracted by other energies. Lex drifted on, deep in thought. He had things to mull over…he looked down on his own sleeping shape. He looked up at the bowl of stars above him and thought, these beings suffer too much. He could feel their thoughts, concerns, their pain pressing against him. Curious, he opened himself up to all of it, and was fascinated by the weight, the noise of so much…he searched for the word to describe the feeling and tried to ignore the music calling him at the edge of his mind, always right at the edge. All those stars….
I can fix it. I can. Make it better.
Better. Quieter. Cleaner.
He took a deep breath, felt a warm golden glow fill him, felt joy build deep inside of him and opened his hands -
Jolted wide awake, shaking in the bed, the heat of Clark against him a welcome weight, and he reached out and flicked the surface of Adam’s mind, and pulled. Now. I need you.
In moments, Adam stood shuffling from foot to foot in the door way, blinking sleepily, looking rumpled, sleep soft, and a little confused, and Lex was so terribly grateful to find the sight a little arousing. He held out his hand, “Come lay down with us, please, I’m so cold.”
Adam hesitated, before grinning a little and climbing on the bed with them. Clark never woke, as Adam arranged himself carefully, his back to Lex. “Go back to sleep. You need a lot more rest.”
Lex nodded. He slipped his arm through Adam’s. Yes, he needed a lot more rest, and more thought….
******
“I don’t know what happened,” he lied smoothly. “All I remember is…is you. Talking to me. Things would happen, terrible things, but you’d be there. Talking to me, helping me.” Lex leaned against the pillows behind him, his eyes almost closed. He watched Clark through his eyelashes. His feet were in Clark’s lap, and Clark was rubbing a soothing cream into his skin. His big hands were strong, and hot, and made Lex feel wonderfully relaxed. Clark’s fingers massaged him and drove heat into his skin. He was always, always cold.
“I don’t know how I wound up in the desert. No, I don’t remember what happened to me there.” Lex sighed. It was getting harder and harder not to interfere. He was afraid to sleep-he felt his control eroding more and more every time he closed his eyes. He was afraid every time that feeling of impatience welled up in him, when he touched Clark or Adam or the Kents without being aware of it, stroking those lines that would change-what happened for them. Alter it just a little bit-- he could change just small bits and they’d all still be the same, just…missing a little pain. A part of him that was starting to feel bigger, and colder in his mind whispered or they’d be just what you want them to be, however you want them to be.
Clark stared at him, worry creasing his forehead, aware that something was wrong but not sure what. “Are you sure you don’t remember? It was…I remember it.”
Too much, sometimes. Lex heard him say, though his lips were pressed firmly together. Lex was surprised, and not entirely happy that at some level, the link was still there. He’d have to fix that, root that out.
Lex shook his head. “All I know is that they’re all dead. Everyone who did this to me is dead. The one thing I do remember is the fire, the explosion. The fear.” He didn’t see any reason to tell l him that anyone who’d had the slightest hand in his torture was gone, dissolved and floating on the air. He let that memory go, and focused back on Clark, and the wonderful things he was doing.
He massaged the cream into the arch of his feet, said, “Lex…your feet are so…” Clark laughed and blushed. “…so sexy.” He looked down at Lex’s feet as he massaged each toe, carefully, gently, and Lex smiled-it tickled, and felt good. Clark’s thumbs pushed against his arch, and worked up his ankle, and he felt more and more relaxed. Clark was massaging his calves now, working the cream and the warmth of his hand into him, deep into his skin and the warmth was crawling upward faster than Clark’s hands moved. He watched Clark as he worked, watched a pink tinge flush his skin, darkening as it rose over his cheek bones, his lips, his neck.
Lex felt the way Clark’s breath got rougher, the way his heart beat faster, he could smell-sweet, a little salty scent on the air, and knew it came from Clark. He was erect, and his own heart beat faster.
Clark tilted his head at him, and smiled a little, blushed deeper and he realized as he’d been examining Clark’s reaction to him, Clark had been aware of Lex’s reaction to him.
“I’ll do your back, if you like?” he said, and looked hopeful and Lex smiled and turned to expose his bare back.
“Go slow-careful Clark.”
“Oh, don’t worry; I can see exactly what I’m doing. Um…I can’t hurt you, promise.”
Lex smiled into the pillow, relaxed further into Clark’s hands. Clark worked higher, and higher, and his heart beat faster. “Clark,” Lex murmured. “I’m really tired now…do you mind?”
“Oh! Oh I’m sorry…I’ll-how about you nap, and I’ll bring dinner back later?”
“Thank you.” Lex could hear the disappointment and guilt in his voice. He could smell how aroused he was, could feel need pulsing in him. He wondered if he’d turn to Adam now. He was very aroused himself. But now was not the time. Not yet.
continured in part 5b
fandom: SV
rating:3
pairing: Clark/Lex
Finally, the day came that they could touch him again; move him without making him scream. He was less…plastic looking, less new and raw looking. He was eating again, and flesh was building up on his bones again, and as Adam observed, normal functions were re-asserting themselves, or as Clark put it, gently, lovingly and with a very careful and soft kiss to the forehead , “You stink.”
Adam suggested that they bathe him, and the two of them lowered him into a tub of warm water. The flow of water over his skin made his muscles tighten all over, and he looked so frightened, Clark stripped off and sat in the tub with him, held him, even though the touch of his hands made Lex panic. Clark kept talking to him, filling the air with soothing, crooning sound, telling him what had happened while he gone, telling him what they were doing for him, how much he cared, finally just nonsense words, anything to keep Lex distracted. He talked until his voice was dry, until he couldn’t speak, and all he could do was rock him in the tepid water. Adam stood against the wall, watching the two of them for a long time before he could make his legs obey him, and walked out of the bathroom to give the two privacy.
When the water got so cold Lex complained, Clark carried him out, his heart breaking at how completely weightless Lex was. He carried him back to the bedroom Adam and he had shared all summer--Lex’s room, and laid him on the bed. He brought in a towel and blotted him gently dry, and checked him carefully. He looked so much healthier if exhausted-completely exhausted. He dropped into a deep sleep immediately, and Clark climbed in next to him, curled his body around Lex’s and tried to worry at how cold Lex was. He drifted off almost as quickly as Lex had, and was unaware that Adam came into the room and covered him with a blanket.
******
Lex was awake, and standing in what pale light managed to squeeze through the drawn drapes. Behind the dark drapes, the moon was full, and high-Lex felt it like a gentle tug in his midsection, and rubbed at his belly reflectively.
You don’t have to do this you know. You don’t need to feel all of this. I know he answered. I think I have to. I need to feel it. Silly really. You’re being masochistic. This need to pay for transgressions you imagine, you don’t owe anyone anything. Those lives were dust to begin with and you just returned them to dust. They wanted to be dust, understand? Everything wants to be…dust. Decay and rot, natural states. You see?
Lex nodded and walked slowly around the bed where his body slept, and Clark slept, nearly curled around him, a gray blanket he vaguely recognized draped loosely over him.
Lex looked down at the sleeping boy with interest. He could see that Clark wasn’t just altered like he’d been, he was completely different. Unhuman. The odd flow of energy inside him was fascinating-not any more difficult than a human to stop or change--just different. He hummed and stroked Clark inside, twitching gleaming lines of energy, pulling a little before letting go of them unchanged. It was so tempting; to take him apart and see, really see him. Clark wasn’t-was an abstract, a tempting arrangement of energies, not much more. An echo of feeling went through him, like a breeze flowing though gauze at a window, distant and faint. He plucked again, and Clark grimaced and groaned in his sleep before Lex lost interest and wandered away, entranced by the flow of power around and in every object, thoughts of Clark floated away like chaff….
He wondered about so much--there was so much to wonder about. He walked directly to Adam’s room, ignoring walls in between, and lifted into the air, to drift over the sleeping form on the bed, drawn by living energy, his warmth.
Lex stared down into his face. Adam looked so sad. He’d probably be happier not knowing any of this; perhaps if he thought that he and Lex had only been friends, or never knew each other at all…sad. Sad.
Lex tilted his head and thought. Tried to capture just what the word meant. Sad was…a pain deep inside, an empty feeling-no-that was…fear…or was that the feeling of being submerged, absorbed…the flicker of concern he’d felt washed away, as he was distracted by other energies. Lex drifted on, deep in thought. He had things to mull over…he looked down on his own sleeping shape. He looked up at the bowl of stars above him and thought, these beings suffer too much. He could feel their thoughts, concerns, their pain pressing against him. Curious, he opened himself up to all of it, and was fascinated by the weight, the noise of so much…he searched for the word to describe the feeling and tried to ignore the music calling him at the edge of his mind, always right at the edge. All those stars….
I can fix it. I can. Make it better.
Better. Quieter. Cleaner.
He took a deep breath, felt a warm golden glow fill him, felt joy build deep inside of him and opened his hands -
Jolted wide awake, shaking in the bed, the heat of Clark against him a welcome weight, and he reached out and flicked the surface of Adam’s mind, and pulled. Now. I need you.
In moments, Adam stood shuffling from foot to foot in the door way, blinking sleepily, looking rumpled, sleep soft, and a little confused, and Lex was so terribly grateful to find the sight a little arousing. He held out his hand, “Come lay down with us, please, I’m so cold.”
Adam hesitated, before grinning a little and climbing on the bed with them. Clark never woke, as Adam arranged himself carefully, his back to Lex. “Go back to sleep. You need a lot more rest.”
Lex nodded. He slipped his arm through Adam’s. Yes, he needed a lot more rest, and more thought….
******
“I don’t know what happened,” he lied smoothly. “All I remember is…is you. Talking to me. Things would happen, terrible things, but you’d be there. Talking to me, helping me.” Lex leaned against the pillows behind him, his eyes almost closed. He watched Clark through his eyelashes. His feet were in Clark’s lap, and Clark was rubbing a soothing cream into his skin. His big hands were strong, and hot, and made Lex feel wonderfully relaxed. Clark’s fingers massaged him and drove heat into his skin. He was always, always cold.
“I don’t know how I wound up in the desert. No, I don’t remember what happened to me there.” Lex sighed. It was getting harder and harder not to interfere. He was afraid to sleep-he felt his control eroding more and more every time he closed his eyes. He was afraid every time that feeling of impatience welled up in him, when he touched Clark or Adam or the Kents without being aware of it, stroking those lines that would change-what happened for them. Alter it just a little bit-- he could change just small bits and they’d all still be the same, just…missing a little pain. A part of him that was starting to feel bigger, and colder in his mind whispered or they’d be just what you want them to be, however you want them to be.
Clark stared at him, worry creasing his forehead, aware that something was wrong but not sure what. “Are you sure you don’t remember? It was…I remember it.”
Too much, sometimes. Lex heard him say, though his lips were pressed firmly together. Lex was surprised, and not entirely happy that at some level, the link was still there. He’d have to fix that, root that out.
Lex shook his head. “All I know is that they’re all dead. Everyone who did this to me is dead. The one thing I do remember is the fire, the explosion. The fear.” He didn’t see any reason to tell l him that anyone who’d had the slightest hand in his torture was gone, dissolved and floating on the air. He let that memory go, and focused back on Clark, and the wonderful things he was doing.
He massaged the cream into the arch of his feet, said, “Lex…your feet are so…” Clark laughed and blushed. “…so sexy.” He looked down at Lex’s feet as he massaged each toe, carefully, gently, and Lex smiled-it tickled, and felt good. Clark’s thumbs pushed against his arch, and worked up his ankle, and he felt more and more relaxed. Clark was massaging his calves now, working the cream and the warmth of his hand into him, deep into his skin and the warmth was crawling upward faster than Clark’s hands moved. He watched Clark as he worked, watched a pink tinge flush his skin, darkening as it rose over his cheek bones, his lips, his neck.
Lex felt the way Clark’s breath got rougher, the way his heart beat faster, he could smell-sweet, a little salty scent on the air, and knew it came from Clark. He was erect, and his own heart beat faster.
Clark tilted his head at him, and smiled a little, blushed deeper and he realized as he’d been examining Clark’s reaction to him, Clark had been aware of Lex’s reaction to him.
“I’ll do your back, if you like?” he said, and looked hopeful and Lex smiled and turned to expose his bare back.
“Go slow-careful Clark.”
“Oh, don’t worry; I can see exactly what I’m doing. Um…I can’t hurt you, promise.”
Lex smiled into the pillow, relaxed further into Clark’s hands. Clark worked higher, and higher, and his heart beat faster. “Clark,” Lex murmured. “I’m really tired now…do you mind?”
“Oh! Oh I’m sorry…I’ll-how about you nap, and I’ll bring dinner back later?”
“Thank you.” Lex could hear the disappointment and guilt in his voice. He could smell how aroused he was, could feel need pulsing in him. He wondered if he’d turn to Adam now. He was very aroused himself. But now was not the time. Not yet.
continured in part 5b