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Story: Chemicals React
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: through 6x13, Crimson
Summary: My version of Crimson. After Lois kissed him, Clark was infected with red kryptonite, which removed his inhibitions. First stop? Star City!
Previous Chapters: Here
Chapter 5
“So we have to get a marriage license,” Oliver was saying.
“And how do we do that?” Clark asked lazily, as he relaxed on Oliver’s private jet. He had pushed the seat all the way back and was quite relaxed. It would be a while until they reached their destination, so he figured he might as well make himself comfortable.
Truth be told, Clark wasn’t really paying attention to whatever Oliver was saying. He figured they could deal with the logistics and paperwork once they got back from the honeymoon. Besides, that was more Oliver’s kind of thing anyway. It was just he looked so damn adorable when he was looking all serious so Clark let him continue.
“Well, we have to . . .” Oliver trailed off when he saw Clark’s waning attention. “You’re not listening to me, are you?”
“Sure I am,” Clark lied. But his eyes were already closing, sleep calling his name. He heard movement and then he felt a weight on his chest. Opening his eyes again, he saw that Oliver had moved from his seat and was now lying on top of Clark.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, a teasing glint in those brown eyes Clark loved so much.
“I was going to sleep,” Clark began but couldn’t go any further, as Oliver chose that moment to kiss him. “Or we could do that.” Clark relaxed, enjoying the warm embrace of his husband. There was no place where he would rather be, no place where he had felt as loved, as secure and as warm.
Cold . . . the caves were as cold as he remembered them to be. Slipping the key into its familiar slot, Clark watched the bright lights and in an instant, he was at his destination.
The arctic hadn’t changed and Clark found some strange comfort in that idea. His life was changing at too quick of a rate and he needed some consistency.
“Kal-El,” Jor-El’s voice boomed, interrupting his thoughts. “It is good to see you son. Have you come for your training?”
“Not yet,” Clark said. “I will come to train soon, I promise. But I need to talk to you about something else.”
“This is about your recent marriage then,” Jor-El asked. How did he know? But he chose not to pursue it.
“Yeah,” Clark said, hesitating.
“I congratulate you on finding a suitable companion, Kal-El,” Jor-El continued.
“Wait,” Clark said, “You’re not upset?”
There was a pause. “Why would I be upset?”
“I don’t know,” Clark said, “Maybe because your only son is gay?”
If Jor-El’s voice had come with a face, he was sure it would be frowning. “This is the problems of growing up human. They have so many silly biases. On Krypton, two men or two women can marry with no problems. It is highly accepted.”
“Oh.” Clark felt stupid. “But you’re okay with Oliver?”
“Yes,” Jor-El answered, “I have observed your chosen one and I’ve seen that he has done good for you. Never before have you been with a mate that has insisted upon you doing more with your abilities. It is refreshing change after your stint with that girl.”
Ignoring the insult to Lana, Clark went on with his questions. “But how do I know that Oliver is the one I’m meant to spend forever with? How did you know that my mother was the one?”
“On Krypton, we recognize the ideas of soul mates,” Jor-El informed him. “There is a surefire way to tell when two people are soul mates. I was waiting for the day that you would ask me and now it has come. Come forward Kal-El.” Clark obeyed and observed in amazement as a glow came from within one of the crystal sets.
A small table like surface emerged from underneath and upon it, was two identical bracelets. “Take them,” Jor-El commanded.
Clark picked them up and observed their simple beauty. There were pale colored stones set in both of them surrounded by tiny crystals.
“Those are the soul-mate bracelets,” Jor-El explained. “When a child is old enough, they receive one from their parents. They will wear it and go on the search for their one true love. The stone will glow around their soul mate and they shall know who to court.”
“So you’re saying,” Clark said, swallowing hard, “That if Oliver is my soul mate, this stone will glow around him?”
“That is correct, my son,” Jor-El replied.
“Thank you Jor-El,” Clark said, wearing one of the bracelets and placing the other in his pocket. There was no response from his biological father so Clark decided to take off.
Upon reaching home, he noticed his mother was already there. He knew he had to tell her what had happened. He couldn’t keep something like this from her.
She was by the kitchen and when she saw him, she smiled. “Clark! I’m so glad you’re back. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “Why?”
“Well, I came home and there was pie all over the floor,” she said. “I didn’t know what happened.”
“Oh, sorry about that,” Clark said. He had been in such a rush to get answers that he forgot to clean up his mess. “I was . . . surprised and I dropped it. I meant to clean it up but I got distracted.”
She waved it off. “I’m more worried about you. You haven’t been the same since you came back.”
“Mom,” he said, “You may want to sit down.” Now she looked concerned but she did as he requested anyway.
“Clark,” she started but he just shook his head and took the seat next to her.
“After I got hit with the red k,” he said slowly, “I went to Star City.” He saw the puzzled look on her face. “To see Oliver.”
“Oliver Queen?” Martha repeated. “Why would you see him?”
Clark slowly began to explain the events that occurred, but made sure to summarize his time in Vegas. He told her how they got married and waking up in Italy (minus the fact he was naked) and running away, and Oliver finding him here. And then he included his most recent trip to the ice castle, seeing Jor-El and learning about the soul mate bracelets.
Martha looked pale and shaken at the end of his story. “Mom,” he pleaded, “Please say something. Anything. Yell, scream at me. Just don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re married,” she whispered. She met his gaze, tears in her eyes. “I remember when you were a toddler, running around. And now you’re married.”
“Are you okay with it?” he asked. The last thing he wanted to do is upset his mother. “That I’m gay? That I’m married to another man?”
“Do you love him?” his mother wanted to know.
“Yes, I love him a lot.” He was very confident in his answer.
His mother took his hands and smiled. “Then I accept your marriage. It doesn’t matter to me whether you like men or women. As long as he makes you happy, then that’s all that counts.” She stopped for a second. “And don’t pay too much attention to the bracelets, Clark. Listen to your heart. If you truly love him, it doesn’t matter whether you’re ‘meant to be’ or not.”
Clark nodded, relieved at his mother quick acceptance. He gave her another hug. “Thanks mom. I love you, you know? And even though I’m older, I’ll always need you. Married or not.”
Martha laughed through her tears. “I know, sweetie. I know. And I love you too.”
As he hugged his mother, he couldn’t help but glance at his bracelet. What would happen if Oliver wasn’t his soul mate? Their love would have to survive a lot- the harsh criticism from society, the constant distances due to their chosen paths in life but would it survive Clark’s curiosity? Would part of him always wonder what would’ve happened if he had waited?
But he knew one thing for sure; he couldn’t keep Oliver hanging like this. Tomorrow, he vowed silently, tomorrow I will go see Oliver.
He would tell him how he felt, express his fears and maybe . . . offer him his future. If he would still have him.
Chapter 6
Story: Chemicals React
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: through 6x13, Crimson
Summary: My version of Crimson. After Lois kissed him, Clark was infected with red kryptonite, which removed his inhibitions. First stop? Star City!
Previous Chapters: Here
Chapter 5
“So we have to get a marriage license,” Oliver was saying.
“And how do we do that?” Clark asked lazily, as he relaxed on Oliver’s private jet. He had pushed the seat all the way back and was quite relaxed. It would be a while until they reached their destination, so he figured he might as well make himself comfortable.
Truth be told, Clark wasn’t really paying attention to whatever Oliver was saying. He figured they could deal with the logistics and paperwork once they got back from the honeymoon. Besides, that was more Oliver’s kind of thing anyway. It was just he looked so damn adorable when he was looking all serious so Clark let him continue.
“Well, we have to . . .” Oliver trailed off when he saw Clark’s waning attention. “You’re not listening to me, are you?”
“Sure I am,” Clark lied. But his eyes were already closing, sleep calling his name. He heard movement and then he felt a weight on his chest. Opening his eyes again, he saw that Oliver had moved from his seat and was now lying on top of Clark.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, a teasing glint in those brown eyes Clark loved so much.
“I was going to sleep,” Clark began but couldn’t go any further, as Oliver chose that moment to kiss him. “Or we could do that.” Clark relaxed, enjoying the warm embrace of his husband. There was no place where he would rather be, no place where he had felt as loved, as secure and as warm.
Cold . . . the caves were as cold as he remembered them to be. Slipping the key into its familiar slot, Clark watched the bright lights and in an instant, he was at his destination.
The arctic hadn’t changed and Clark found some strange comfort in that idea. His life was changing at too quick of a rate and he needed some consistency.
“Kal-El,” Jor-El’s voice boomed, interrupting his thoughts. “It is good to see you son. Have you come for your training?”
“Not yet,” Clark said. “I will come to train soon, I promise. But I need to talk to you about something else.”
“This is about your recent marriage then,” Jor-El asked. How did he know? But he chose not to pursue it.
“Yeah,” Clark said, hesitating.
“I congratulate you on finding a suitable companion, Kal-El,” Jor-El continued.
“Wait,” Clark said, “You’re not upset?”
There was a pause. “Why would I be upset?”
“I don’t know,” Clark said, “Maybe because your only son is gay?”
If Jor-El’s voice had come with a face, he was sure it would be frowning. “This is the problems of growing up human. They have so many silly biases. On Krypton, two men or two women can marry with no problems. It is highly accepted.”
“Oh.” Clark felt stupid. “But you’re okay with Oliver?”
“Yes,” Jor-El answered, “I have observed your chosen one and I’ve seen that he has done good for you. Never before have you been with a mate that has insisted upon you doing more with your abilities. It is refreshing change after your stint with that girl.”
Ignoring the insult to Lana, Clark went on with his questions. “But how do I know that Oliver is the one I’m meant to spend forever with? How did you know that my mother was the one?”
“On Krypton, we recognize the ideas of soul mates,” Jor-El informed him. “There is a surefire way to tell when two people are soul mates. I was waiting for the day that you would ask me and now it has come. Come forward Kal-El.” Clark obeyed and observed in amazement as a glow came from within one of the crystal sets.
A small table like surface emerged from underneath and upon it, was two identical bracelets. “Take them,” Jor-El commanded.
Clark picked them up and observed their simple beauty. There were pale colored stones set in both of them surrounded by tiny crystals.
“Those are the soul-mate bracelets,” Jor-El explained. “When a child is old enough, they receive one from their parents. They will wear it and go on the search for their one true love. The stone will glow around their soul mate and they shall know who to court.”
“So you’re saying,” Clark said, swallowing hard, “That if Oliver is my soul mate, this stone will glow around him?”
“That is correct, my son,” Jor-El replied.
“Thank you Jor-El,” Clark said, wearing one of the bracelets and placing the other in his pocket. There was no response from his biological father so Clark decided to take off.
Upon reaching home, he noticed his mother was already there. He knew he had to tell her what had happened. He couldn’t keep something like this from her.
She was by the kitchen and when she saw him, she smiled. “Clark! I’m so glad you’re back. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Mom,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “Why?”
“Well, I came home and there was pie all over the floor,” she said. “I didn’t know what happened.”
“Oh, sorry about that,” Clark said. He had been in such a rush to get answers that he forgot to clean up his mess. “I was . . . surprised and I dropped it. I meant to clean it up but I got distracted.”
She waved it off. “I’m more worried about you. You haven’t been the same since you came back.”
“Mom,” he said, “You may want to sit down.” Now she looked concerned but she did as he requested anyway.
“Clark,” she started but he just shook his head and took the seat next to her.
“After I got hit with the red k,” he said slowly, “I went to Star City.” He saw the puzzled look on her face. “To see Oliver.”
“Oliver Queen?” Martha repeated. “Why would you see him?”
Clark slowly began to explain the events that occurred, but made sure to summarize his time in Vegas. He told her how they got married and waking up in Italy (minus the fact he was naked) and running away, and Oliver finding him here. And then he included his most recent trip to the ice castle, seeing Jor-El and learning about the soul mate bracelets.
Martha looked pale and shaken at the end of his story. “Mom,” he pleaded, “Please say something. Anything. Yell, scream at me. Just don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re married,” she whispered. She met his gaze, tears in her eyes. “I remember when you were a toddler, running around. And now you’re married.”
“Are you okay with it?” he asked. The last thing he wanted to do is upset his mother. “That I’m gay? That I’m married to another man?”
“Do you love him?” his mother wanted to know.
“Yes, I love him a lot.” He was very confident in his answer.
His mother took his hands and smiled. “Then I accept your marriage. It doesn’t matter to me whether you like men or women. As long as he makes you happy, then that’s all that counts.” She stopped for a second. “And don’t pay too much attention to the bracelets, Clark. Listen to your heart. If you truly love him, it doesn’t matter whether you’re ‘meant to be’ or not.”
Clark nodded, relieved at his mother quick acceptance. He gave her another hug. “Thanks mom. I love you, you know? And even though I’m older, I’ll always need you. Married or not.”
Martha laughed through her tears. “I know, sweetie. I know. And I love you too.”
As he hugged his mother, he couldn’t help but glance at his bracelet. What would happen if Oliver wasn’t his soul mate? Their love would have to survive a lot- the harsh criticism from society, the constant distances due to their chosen paths in life but would it survive Clark’s curiosity? Would part of him always wonder what would’ve happened if he had waited?
But he knew one thing for sure; he couldn’t keep Oliver hanging like this. Tomorrow, he vowed silently, tomorrow I will go see Oliver.
He would tell him how he felt, express his fears and maybe . . . offer him his future. If he would still have him.
Chapter 6