Darkness and Light (4/6)
Title - Darkness and Light
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Clark/Lex
Summary - Every day the darkness within Prince Lex grows, slowly stripping away the light and goodness in the young man.
Chapter 4
Lex had Clark ride with Oliver the next morning, hoping the distance would make it easier for him to resist Clark, to resist looking at the green stare that he could feel on him as they rode.
Metropolis soon came on the horizon, the sight of it helping to ease some of the worries Lex had, and increasing some of the others.
Riding into the courtyard, he sent Oliver a look, his friend nodding, helping Clark down and leading him off in a different direction that Lex and Bruce headed in.
“Lex!”
Schooling his features, Lex didn’t flinch as his father clapped him on the shoulder, hand squeezing tightly, a shot of pain running through Lex as his father gripped his wound from the day before.
“You return,” Lionel continued. “The conquering hero once again.”
Giving a small smile, Lex’s gaze fell on the man just behind his father, his eyes narrowing at the smirk on Edge’s face.
“Prince Lex,” Edge said, moving forward, a smile on his face. “We’re all very glad about your safe return to the castle.”
Raising an eyebrow, Lex gave a short nod, conveying to Edge that he knew exactly what the other man had tried to do, before turning back to his father, who was watching them with a curious expression.
“And now,” Lionel said, turning him and walking towards the door. “I wish to see the people you’ve brought to enhance our kingdom.”
Moving out of Lionel’s grip, Lex led him out through the courtyard and through to where the people they had brought from village were being held.
Watching his father, Lex wondered what the old man was up to. He was going from person to person, holding up his hand that had a new green ring on it, staring at the people, gauging their reaction.
“Are these all of them?” Lionel asked, his voice hard, almost angry.
Frowning, Lex gave a short nod.
“All of those who were brought with us, yes,” he replied, wondering how he had upset his father this time.
Snorting in disgust, Lionel strode past him, cape billowing out behind him, hair whipping up a little even from under the crown he wore, Edge muttering to him as he followed.
“What do you suppose that was all about?” Bruce asked.
Shaking his head, Lex watched as his father left, the door slamming behind him.
“I don’t know,” he replied, a sinking feeling entering his stomach, as his mind supplied him with the kind of person his father could’ve been looking for.
Turning, he strode off in the direction of his chambers, hoping that Oliver had gotten Clark there without anyone else noticing.
“That’s what I was thinking,” he heard Bruce mutter behind him.
**
Walking into his chambers, Lex felt his heart start to race as he looked around at his empty room.
“Oliver?” he called, striding into the room. “Clark?”
Anger and something else started to rise up in his chest, his thoughts turning dark as he heard a door open from behind him, eyes taking in Clark walking out of the private bathroom that was off his main room.
Moving over to the young man, he took his face in his hands, searching the face, memorizing the soft smile and kind eyes on Clark.
“Lex?” Clark asked quietly, worry and confusion in his voice.
Leaning his forehead against Clark’s, Lex relaxed, taking deep breaths to calm himself, the thought that Clark was safe, enough to remove the stress.
“Lex?’ Clark asked again, his hands lightly gripping Lex’s hips.
He resisted the tug of Clark’s hands, stepping away from the warmth and pleasure he felt, ignoring the frustrated look on Clark’s face, and walked over to his table.
“Are you okay?” Clark asked, moving closer again.
“Fine,” Lex replied briskly, rolling his shoulder’s trying to get them to stop tensing.
He almost groaned as Clark’s hands fell on his shoulder’s, massaging lightly, the tension slipping away, gasping slightly when he felt soft lips kiss his neck, taking a deep breath before stepping away again, turning to face Clark.
“Clark,” he said, voice hard. “What happened last night, it can’t … it won’t happen again?”
“Really?” Clark asked, a small smile on his face.
“Yes,” Lex replied, trying to ignore the amusement on the other boy’s face, wondering why he wasn’t angry, like he would’ve been in the past if someone had looked at him like that. “I had you brought to my tent, to my chambers here, to protect you. Not to … to have us … it’s not going to happen. Again. It’s not going to happen again.”
“And what about you?” Clark asked quietly, stalking closer to him.
Lex didn’t realize he was blocked in until his shoulders hit the wall, Clark’s arms quickly trapping him in.
“What about me?” he asked, trying to put as much distain and coolness into his voice as possible.
“Who protects you?” Clark asked, his head leaning forward, cheek rubbing against Lex’s.
Pulling away from the comforting feel of Clark’s cheek, Lex looked at him in confusion.
“I … I protect people, Clark,” Lex replied.
“I know,” Clark answered, pulling back so he could look Lex in the eye. “But who protects you, Lex? Who’s there for you when you need someone?”
Swallowing hard, Lex shook his head.
“I protect myself,” Lex said quietly.
It was the way it always had been since his mother had passed away. Lex hadn’t been able to count on his father, and the people around court usually only cared about him in order to gain more political favour or because they wanted his wealth and power.
When Bruce and Oliver had come to court, when they had all been teenagers, the other two losing their parents in tragic accidents. It had taken him a long time to trust them, to trust them with his physical protection. He still hadn’t let them too close, although they were probably the closest friends he had.
“Let me help, Lex,” Clark whispered, his mouth so close to Lex’s that it brushed when he spoke.
Closing his eyes, he tried to fight against the warmth, the words coming from Clark, the part of him that wanted to give in, that craved for someone to look at him like he was more then a Prince or a Knight.
“I can’t,” he whispered back, not opening his eyes.
“Why?” Clark asked, moving closer, his body pushing against Lex’s lightly.
“I have this darkness in me,” Lex replied, finding it easier to say with his eyes closed. “Every day it takes another part of me.”
“I can help, Lex,” Clark said, something in his voice making Lex’s eyes open, his face pleading. “I can help fight it. Let me help.”
Before he could answer, his door was flung open, Oliver striding in.
“Lionel knows that Clark’s here,” he said without preamble, his eyes taking in the non-existent space between them, before Lex pushed Clark away gently. “He’s on his way.”
Swallowing hard, Lex paced back and forth, his thoughts running through all the different plans he had, before he stopped, his hearing picking up the sound of Lionel moving down the hallway.
“Lex,” Lionel said, his voice booming as he strode into the room, eyes automatically focusing on Clark. “It seems that you were less then honest with me.”
Pushing down the anger that welled in him at the look Lionel was giving Clark, Lex moved forward, putting himself squarely in Lionel’s vision, eyes narrowed.
“I’ve taken Clark as my manservant,” Lex said, trying to keep himself calm.
“And usually I would allow you your little … acquisition,” Lionel replied, a calculating gleam in his eye, as he moved swiftly around Lex, moving into Clark’s personal space, the back of his hand running down Clark’s cheek.
Lex almost jumped forward when he saw the flash of pain on Clark’s face, the way he flinched away from Lionel’s hand, and the green stoned ring he had on, only just stopping himself, not wanting to give Lionel something to use against him and knowing that Lionel wouldn’t hurt Clark. Yet.
“But this time I’m afraid that I can’t allow it,” Lionel finished, a cruel smirk on his face.
“Unfortunately it’s not up to you.”
Lex felt his head whip around, staring hard at Bruce as he walked into the room, bringing the shadows he used so well with him.
“King or not,” Bruce continued, eyes narrowed at Lionel. “You can’t go against the code.”
“Oh?” Lionel sneered, glaring at the knight in a way that made Lex worry for his friend’s life.
“Not even the King can take a soul mate from a knight,” Bruce answered, his mouth twitching, which for him was as good as a smirk. “And Clark is Lex’s soul mate.”
Lex swallowed hard, glaring at his friend.
If Lex had allowed Lionel to take Clark now, he would’ve found a way to get him back without Clark having to take on the responsibility of his darkness, without him taking Clark’s innocence and light.
“Really?” Lionel asked, whipping his coat around as he turned to glare at both him and Bruce, Oliver moving closer to Clark subtly.
“It’s the law, your majesty,” Bruce continued, his voice daring Lionel to argue.
Lionel’s nostrils flared, as his glare moved from Bruce to Lex.
“Then you have claimed the boy?” Lionel asked, his eyes narrowed, smirk starting to spread across his face again when he saw Lex hesitate.
“On the road is hardly the way someone claims the person they will spend the rest of their life with,” Oliver piped up, now standing protectively in front of Clark.
Lionel growled, his eyes once again going back to Clark, hunger and want in them, although Lex wasn’t sure what exactly it was that Lionel wanted.
He swirled around, his coat and hair flying out behind him as he moved towards the door.
“I expect you to have claimed him by the morning, Lex,” Lionel said, turning and staring at him intently.
Lex hated that Lionel knew him so well, could see his hesitation about claiming Clark even as he tried to hide it.
“If you haven’t,” Lionel continued quietly. “Then he goes up on the sale blocks.”
Leaving his face blank, Lex watched him go, before turning to glare at Bruce.
“What?” Bruce asked unrepentantly, raising an eyebrow in question.
Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand over his head, teeth clenched in an attempt to stop at striking out at his oldest friend.
“Get out,” he managed to say, closing his eyes, hand squeezing the bridge of his nose. “Now.”
He listened to the shuffling footsteps, the door closing softly behind them. Taking a deep breath, he almost jumped when he felt the gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Clark,” he said, eyes snapping open and taking in the young man standing in front of him. “I said-”
“I heard,” Clark replied, moving closer, hand moving soothingly up and down Lex’s arm, ignoring the irritation that Lex was trying desperately to make real so that he could push Clark away. “What was your Knight talking about? About soul mates and claiming and the law?”
Lex swallowed hard, looking away from the intense green stare.
“He was mistaken,” Lex replied, voice without a trace of emotion.
“Really?” Clark asked, moving closer, his warmth surrounding Lex once again. “What was he mistaken about, Lex?”
He couldn’t help but shiver at the way Clark said his name, something in him wanting to hear it, wanting to hear every way Clark would say his name when in the throes of passion.
“Nothing?” Lex replied softly, his body betraying him and swaying into Clark’s warmth.
“Chloe,” Clark started, head nuzzling his neck. “She’s a friend of mine, she’s been traveling with us. She told me about this theory, about the knights, and how they battle with a darkness within them, that it only eases when they find their soul mate.”
Closing his eyes, Lex wondered how this ‘Chloe’ had heard about the Knights’ plight. There weren’t many people who weren’t knights, or their soul mates, that knew about their curse.
“I want to help, Lex,” Clark murmured, his arms pulling Lex even closer, hands the only thing that betrayed his confident attitude, moving almost hesitantly up and down his arms.
“Clark,” he whispered, the part of him that was fighting against what he wanted being drowned out by the part of him that knew who Clark was, what he was to him.
“I can’t,” he said in a strangled voice, pushing away from the hard and warm body. “I can’t do that to you.”
Moving around Clark he strode out of the room, closing the door and leaning against it.
“You don’t have a choice now, Lex.”
Lex’s eyes snapped open, glaring hard at the dark haired man across from him.
“There’s always a choice, Bruce,” he replied, through gritted teeth, fists clenching and unclenching. “I’ll find another way.”
“In case you missed what Lionel was saying,” Bruce answered moving forward. “He wants Clark, for some reason, and unless you claim him, he will have him.”
“I’ll find another way,” Lex said, mind racing through the different plans he had started thinking of.
“There is no other way,” Bruce replied, his eyes staring as intensely at him as Clark’s had. “This is the only way, Lex. And from what I understand, Clark isn’t adverse to it.”
“No,” he hissed, running a hand over his eyes.
How was he supposed to fight against everybody, all of them telling him that he could have Clark, the voice in his head, telling him that he couldn’t, getting quieter now.
“Lex,” Bruce said quietly, his hand gently landing on his shoulder. “You deserve to be happy, to be loved, and we both know that Clark is the person for you.”
Leaning his head back on the door, he shook his head.
“I can’t … Clark hasn’t been touched by the same evil, the same darkness that I have, I won’t tarnish him with mine,” he whispered.
“You’re not evil, the darkness is something we all have,” Bruce replied, concern and worry in his eyes. “At least talk to the boy, see what he thinks.”
Lex already knew what Clark thought, and was pretty sure he knew what the boy would say if he talked to him about it.
He didn’t even notice when Bruce opened the door, pushing him inside, and closing it softly, leaving him staring at a smiling Clark.
“Hi,” Clark said, biting his lip, feet shuffling on the spot, before a determined look crossed his face.
He watched silently as Clark moved over to him, once again entering his personal space, hands resting on his arms, rubbing soothingly. Clark gave him a long look, before ducking his head, his mouth gently covering Lex’s in a soft, chaste kiss.
“Lex,” Clark murmured against his lips, the sound of it making Lex groan, his hand reaching up and tangling in Clark’s hair, moving his head so he could take his mouth again, the kiss this time passionate, hungry, his tongue entering Clark’s mouth when it opened.
Pulling away, he rested his forehead against Clark’s.
“Don’t,” Clark whispered. “Please, Lex, let me help you.”
“I … this isn’t a duty that you have-”
He was cut off by Clark’s mouth, the young man almost moving angrily against him, his hands running down his flanks and resting on his hips, before pulling Lex hard against him.
“It isn’t duty, Lex,” Clark murmured as they pulled apart again. “I’ve already told you that I want this, that I feel a connection, that I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. Stop being a coward.”
Swallowing hard, he tried to feel angry at Clark calling him a coward, and usually he would’ve, but the warmth surrounding him from Clark was making it hard for him to be angry about anything.
“I’m trying to save you,” he whispered after a long silence. “Can’t you see that?”
“I know, Lex,” Clark replied, rubbing his cheek against Lex’s. “But I don’t need protection from you. And can’t you see I’m trying to save you?”
Groaning, he couldn’t stop himself from turning his head, from kissing Clark again, his hands running through the silky smooth locks, pushing his body hard against Clark’s warm body, his arms holding Lex tightly.
His hands trailed down from Clark’s hair, hands running down his chest, moving under the shirt he wore, fingers running across the hard muscle and skin, before moving around to the back, feeling the way Clark’s muscles twitched as his fingers ran across his skin.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, his head arching back as Lex pulled their groins flush together, his neck inviting Lex to nip and suck along, Clark making those little sounds that were slowly turning Lex’s will to mush.
“Tell me you feel it too, Lex,” Clark murmured, his hands doing some exploring of their own, somehow having found their way under Lex’s shirt, running up and down his back, his hips grinding into Lex’s. “Do you?”
A part of Lex wanted to say no, knew that if he did that, Clark would most likely let him go and he could stop himself from having to take away Clark’s innocence.
But if he didn’t, and Lionel somehow managed to stop him from buying Clark at the market …
He shuddered, thinking of the horrible things that Lionel might do to Clark, or the people Lionel might give Clark too.
“I … do, Clark,” he whispered, breath catching as Clark smiled at him.
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Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Clark/Lex
Summary - Every day the darkness within Prince Lex grows, slowly stripping away the light and goodness in the young man.
Chapter 4
Lex had Clark ride with Oliver the next morning, hoping the distance would make it easier for him to resist Clark, to resist looking at the green stare that he could feel on him as they rode.
Metropolis soon came on the horizon, the sight of it helping to ease some of the worries Lex had, and increasing some of the others.
Riding into the courtyard, he sent Oliver a look, his friend nodding, helping Clark down and leading him off in a different direction that Lex and Bruce headed in.
“Lex!”
Schooling his features, Lex didn’t flinch as his father clapped him on the shoulder, hand squeezing tightly, a shot of pain running through Lex as his father gripped his wound from the day before.
“You return,” Lionel continued. “The conquering hero once again.”
Giving a small smile, Lex’s gaze fell on the man just behind his father, his eyes narrowing at the smirk on Edge’s face.
“Prince Lex,” Edge said, moving forward, a smile on his face. “We’re all very glad about your safe return to the castle.”
Raising an eyebrow, Lex gave a short nod, conveying to Edge that he knew exactly what the other man had tried to do, before turning back to his father, who was watching them with a curious expression.
“And now,” Lionel said, turning him and walking towards the door. “I wish to see the people you’ve brought to enhance our kingdom.”
Moving out of Lionel’s grip, Lex led him out through the courtyard and through to where the people they had brought from village were being held.
Watching his father, Lex wondered what the old man was up to. He was going from person to person, holding up his hand that had a new green ring on it, staring at the people, gauging their reaction.
“Are these all of them?” Lionel asked, his voice hard, almost angry.
Frowning, Lex gave a short nod.
“All of those who were brought with us, yes,” he replied, wondering how he had upset his father this time.
Snorting in disgust, Lionel strode past him, cape billowing out behind him, hair whipping up a little even from under the crown he wore, Edge muttering to him as he followed.
“What do you suppose that was all about?” Bruce asked.
Shaking his head, Lex watched as his father left, the door slamming behind him.
“I don’t know,” he replied, a sinking feeling entering his stomach, as his mind supplied him with the kind of person his father could’ve been looking for.
Turning, he strode off in the direction of his chambers, hoping that Oliver had gotten Clark there without anyone else noticing.
“That’s what I was thinking,” he heard Bruce mutter behind him.
**
Walking into his chambers, Lex felt his heart start to race as he looked around at his empty room.
“Oliver?” he called, striding into the room. “Clark?”
Anger and something else started to rise up in his chest, his thoughts turning dark as he heard a door open from behind him, eyes taking in Clark walking out of the private bathroom that was off his main room.
Moving over to the young man, he took his face in his hands, searching the face, memorizing the soft smile and kind eyes on Clark.
“Lex?” Clark asked quietly, worry and confusion in his voice.
Leaning his forehead against Clark’s, Lex relaxed, taking deep breaths to calm himself, the thought that Clark was safe, enough to remove the stress.
“Lex?’ Clark asked again, his hands lightly gripping Lex’s hips.
He resisted the tug of Clark’s hands, stepping away from the warmth and pleasure he felt, ignoring the frustrated look on Clark’s face, and walked over to his table.
“Are you okay?” Clark asked, moving closer again.
“Fine,” Lex replied briskly, rolling his shoulder’s trying to get them to stop tensing.
He almost groaned as Clark’s hands fell on his shoulder’s, massaging lightly, the tension slipping away, gasping slightly when he felt soft lips kiss his neck, taking a deep breath before stepping away again, turning to face Clark.
“Clark,” he said, voice hard. “What happened last night, it can’t … it won’t happen again?”
“Really?” Clark asked, a small smile on his face.
“Yes,” Lex replied, trying to ignore the amusement on the other boy’s face, wondering why he wasn’t angry, like he would’ve been in the past if someone had looked at him like that. “I had you brought to my tent, to my chambers here, to protect you. Not to … to have us … it’s not going to happen. Again. It’s not going to happen again.”
“And what about you?” Clark asked quietly, stalking closer to him.
Lex didn’t realize he was blocked in until his shoulders hit the wall, Clark’s arms quickly trapping him in.
“What about me?” he asked, trying to put as much distain and coolness into his voice as possible.
“Who protects you?” Clark asked, his head leaning forward, cheek rubbing against Lex’s.
Pulling away from the comforting feel of Clark’s cheek, Lex looked at him in confusion.
“I … I protect people, Clark,” Lex replied.
“I know,” Clark answered, pulling back so he could look Lex in the eye. “But who protects you, Lex? Who’s there for you when you need someone?”
Swallowing hard, Lex shook his head.
“I protect myself,” Lex said quietly.
It was the way it always had been since his mother had passed away. Lex hadn’t been able to count on his father, and the people around court usually only cared about him in order to gain more political favour or because they wanted his wealth and power.
When Bruce and Oliver had come to court, when they had all been teenagers, the other two losing their parents in tragic accidents. It had taken him a long time to trust them, to trust them with his physical protection. He still hadn’t let them too close, although they were probably the closest friends he had.
“Let me help, Lex,” Clark whispered, his mouth so close to Lex’s that it brushed when he spoke.
Closing his eyes, he tried to fight against the warmth, the words coming from Clark, the part of him that wanted to give in, that craved for someone to look at him like he was more then a Prince or a Knight.
“I can’t,” he whispered back, not opening his eyes.
“Why?” Clark asked, moving closer, his body pushing against Lex’s lightly.
“I have this darkness in me,” Lex replied, finding it easier to say with his eyes closed. “Every day it takes another part of me.”
“I can help, Lex,” Clark said, something in his voice making Lex’s eyes open, his face pleading. “I can help fight it. Let me help.”
Before he could answer, his door was flung open, Oliver striding in.
“Lionel knows that Clark’s here,” he said without preamble, his eyes taking in the non-existent space between them, before Lex pushed Clark away gently. “He’s on his way.”
Swallowing hard, Lex paced back and forth, his thoughts running through all the different plans he had, before he stopped, his hearing picking up the sound of Lionel moving down the hallway.
“Lex,” Lionel said, his voice booming as he strode into the room, eyes automatically focusing on Clark. “It seems that you were less then honest with me.”
Pushing down the anger that welled in him at the look Lionel was giving Clark, Lex moved forward, putting himself squarely in Lionel’s vision, eyes narrowed.
“I’ve taken Clark as my manservant,” Lex said, trying to keep himself calm.
“And usually I would allow you your little … acquisition,” Lionel replied, a calculating gleam in his eye, as he moved swiftly around Lex, moving into Clark’s personal space, the back of his hand running down Clark’s cheek.
Lex almost jumped forward when he saw the flash of pain on Clark’s face, the way he flinched away from Lionel’s hand, and the green stoned ring he had on, only just stopping himself, not wanting to give Lionel something to use against him and knowing that Lionel wouldn’t hurt Clark. Yet.
“But this time I’m afraid that I can’t allow it,” Lionel finished, a cruel smirk on his face.
“Unfortunately it’s not up to you.”
Lex felt his head whip around, staring hard at Bruce as he walked into the room, bringing the shadows he used so well with him.
“King or not,” Bruce continued, eyes narrowed at Lionel. “You can’t go against the code.”
“Oh?” Lionel sneered, glaring at the knight in a way that made Lex worry for his friend’s life.
“Not even the King can take a soul mate from a knight,” Bruce answered, his mouth twitching, which for him was as good as a smirk. “And Clark is Lex’s soul mate.”
Lex swallowed hard, glaring at his friend.
If Lex had allowed Lionel to take Clark now, he would’ve found a way to get him back without Clark having to take on the responsibility of his darkness, without him taking Clark’s innocence and light.
“Really?” Lionel asked, whipping his coat around as he turned to glare at both him and Bruce, Oliver moving closer to Clark subtly.
“It’s the law, your majesty,” Bruce continued, his voice daring Lionel to argue.
Lionel’s nostrils flared, as his glare moved from Bruce to Lex.
“Then you have claimed the boy?” Lionel asked, his eyes narrowed, smirk starting to spread across his face again when he saw Lex hesitate.
“On the road is hardly the way someone claims the person they will spend the rest of their life with,” Oliver piped up, now standing protectively in front of Clark.
Lionel growled, his eyes once again going back to Clark, hunger and want in them, although Lex wasn’t sure what exactly it was that Lionel wanted.
He swirled around, his coat and hair flying out behind him as he moved towards the door.
“I expect you to have claimed him by the morning, Lex,” Lionel said, turning and staring at him intently.
Lex hated that Lionel knew him so well, could see his hesitation about claiming Clark even as he tried to hide it.
“If you haven’t,” Lionel continued quietly. “Then he goes up on the sale blocks.”
Leaving his face blank, Lex watched him go, before turning to glare at Bruce.
“What?” Bruce asked unrepentantly, raising an eyebrow in question.
Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand over his head, teeth clenched in an attempt to stop at striking out at his oldest friend.
“Get out,” he managed to say, closing his eyes, hand squeezing the bridge of his nose. “Now.”
He listened to the shuffling footsteps, the door closing softly behind them. Taking a deep breath, he almost jumped when he felt the gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Clark,” he said, eyes snapping open and taking in the young man standing in front of him. “I said-”
“I heard,” Clark replied, moving closer, hand moving soothingly up and down Lex’s arm, ignoring the irritation that Lex was trying desperately to make real so that he could push Clark away. “What was your Knight talking about? About soul mates and claiming and the law?”
Lex swallowed hard, looking away from the intense green stare.
“He was mistaken,” Lex replied, voice without a trace of emotion.
“Really?” Clark asked, moving closer, his warmth surrounding Lex once again. “What was he mistaken about, Lex?”
He couldn’t help but shiver at the way Clark said his name, something in him wanting to hear it, wanting to hear every way Clark would say his name when in the throes of passion.
“Nothing?” Lex replied softly, his body betraying him and swaying into Clark’s warmth.
“Chloe,” Clark started, head nuzzling his neck. “She’s a friend of mine, she’s been traveling with us. She told me about this theory, about the knights, and how they battle with a darkness within them, that it only eases when they find their soul mate.”
Closing his eyes, Lex wondered how this ‘Chloe’ had heard about the Knights’ plight. There weren’t many people who weren’t knights, or their soul mates, that knew about their curse.
“I want to help, Lex,” Clark murmured, his arms pulling Lex even closer, hands the only thing that betrayed his confident attitude, moving almost hesitantly up and down his arms.
“Clark,” he whispered, the part of him that was fighting against what he wanted being drowned out by the part of him that knew who Clark was, what he was to him.
“I can’t,” he said in a strangled voice, pushing away from the hard and warm body. “I can’t do that to you.”
Moving around Clark he strode out of the room, closing the door and leaning against it.
“You don’t have a choice now, Lex.”
Lex’s eyes snapped open, glaring hard at the dark haired man across from him.
“There’s always a choice, Bruce,” he replied, through gritted teeth, fists clenching and unclenching. “I’ll find another way.”
“In case you missed what Lionel was saying,” Bruce answered moving forward. “He wants Clark, for some reason, and unless you claim him, he will have him.”
“I’ll find another way,” Lex said, mind racing through the different plans he had started thinking of.
“There is no other way,” Bruce replied, his eyes staring as intensely at him as Clark’s had. “This is the only way, Lex. And from what I understand, Clark isn’t adverse to it.”
“No,” he hissed, running a hand over his eyes.
How was he supposed to fight against everybody, all of them telling him that he could have Clark, the voice in his head, telling him that he couldn’t, getting quieter now.
“Lex,” Bruce said quietly, his hand gently landing on his shoulder. “You deserve to be happy, to be loved, and we both know that Clark is the person for you.”
Leaning his head back on the door, he shook his head.
“I can’t … Clark hasn’t been touched by the same evil, the same darkness that I have, I won’t tarnish him with mine,” he whispered.
“You’re not evil, the darkness is something we all have,” Bruce replied, concern and worry in his eyes. “At least talk to the boy, see what he thinks.”
Lex already knew what Clark thought, and was pretty sure he knew what the boy would say if he talked to him about it.
He didn’t even notice when Bruce opened the door, pushing him inside, and closing it softly, leaving him staring at a smiling Clark.
“Hi,” Clark said, biting his lip, feet shuffling on the spot, before a determined look crossed his face.
He watched silently as Clark moved over to him, once again entering his personal space, hands resting on his arms, rubbing soothingly. Clark gave him a long look, before ducking his head, his mouth gently covering Lex’s in a soft, chaste kiss.
“Lex,” Clark murmured against his lips, the sound of it making Lex groan, his hand reaching up and tangling in Clark’s hair, moving his head so he could take his mouth again, the kiss this time passionate, hungry, his tongue entering Clark’s mouth when it opened.
Pulling away, he rested his forehead against Clark’s.
“Don’t,” Clark whispered. “Please, Lex, let me help you.”
“I … this isn’t a duty that you have-”
He was cut off by Clark’s mouth, the young man almost moving angrily against him, his hands running down his flanks and resting on his hips, before pulling Lex hard against him.
“It isn’t duty, Lex,” Clark murmured as they pulled apart again. “I’ve already told you that I want this, that I feel a connection, that I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. Stop being a coward.”
Swallowing hard, he tried to feel angry at Clark calling him a coward, and usually he would’ve, but the warmth surrounding him from Clark was making it hard for him to be angry about anything.
“I’m trying to save you,” he whispered after a long silence. “Can’t you see that?”
“I know, Lex,” Clark replied, rubbing his cheek against Lex’s. “But I don’t need protection from you. And can’t you see I’m trying to save you?”
Groaning, he couldn’t stop himself from turning his head, from kissing Clark again, his hands running through the silky smooth locks, pushing his body hard against Clark’s warm body, his arms holding Lex tightly.
His hands trailed down from Clark’s hair, hands running down his chest, moving under the shirt he wore, fingers running across the hard muscle and skin, before moving around to the back, feeling the way Clark’s muscles twitched as his fingers ran across his skin.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, his head arching back as Lex pulled their groins flush together, his neck inviting Lex to nip and suck along, Clark making those little sounds that were slowly turning Lex’s will to mush.
“Tell me you feel it too, Lex,” Clark murmured, his hands doing some exploring of their own, somehow having found their way under Lex’s shirt, running up and down his back, his hips grinding into Lex’s. “Do you?”
A part of Lex wanted to say no, knew that if he did that, Clark would most likely let him go and he could stop himself from having to take away Clark’s innocence.
But if he didn’t, and Lionel somehow managed to stop him from buying Clark at the market …
He shuddered, thinking of the horrible things that Lionel might do to Clark, or the people Lionel might give Clark too.
“I … do, Clark,” he whispered, breath catching as Clark smiled at him.
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