Eyes of Blue

Eyes of Blue

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Angel, but they are really good television shows. I’m also not making any money here either. The shows are owned by their respectful owners.

Summary: Lex decides to visit Los Angeles for the weekend. He takes his “friend” Clark with him. The two boys get sucked into a supernatural whirlpool that takes them for a twirl. One of the boys becomes possessed and it’s up to the other to try and save him before it’s too late.

Warning: This story will contain boy on boy action, the use of strong language, detailed and gruesome violence, and enough blasphemy to make every god invented by peopledom to fall out of the sky and die.


Chapter One

It didn’t take Lex long in convincing Clark’s overbearing parents into allowing their golden child to accompany him on a weekend trip to Los Angeles. His father had purchased a new hotel (from some jerk named Angel) and the top floor had been totally transformed into one luxurious suite fit for a divine prince. Crazy things had been noted to happen in the City of Angels, but Smallville was just as crazy. Plus, he had a bill to pay off. It was due Saturday night at midnight.

He packed absolutely nothing. The Hyperion Hotel was like any other of his many homes. It was stocked with all the extravagant necessities he would need in order to survive. There was even a massive walk-in closet that was stocked to the ceiling with all kinds of wines from all over the world. So, he was going to have plenty to drink should he need a bottle or twelve. But, there would be no need for drinking. He would have Clark with him. The two of them were cool now. In fact, they were quite hot with each other.

He looked his pale face over in the oval shaped mirror before him and touched his lips. He could still feel the dewy softness of Clark’s on them. It had been such a quick and innocent peck, but it had still felt like a light sizzle.

He couldn’t wait to show Clark his favorite museum and if the farmboy was up to doing something naughty, his favorite club as well. There was a painting of two male lovers he wanted him to see and a song he wanted the two of them to dace to. He had always wanted to dance with Clark. Now he might actually get the chance to make that little dream come true.

But, one question was still nagging him. What had Clark meant by saying he was an alien? Had he said it to be funny in order to keep the romantic mood light? He had never really explained it. Did he turn green during a full moon and run around the farmyard with tinfoil on his head? The image in his mind caused him to lightly chuckle.

He was happy that Clark was allowed to come with him. Of course, it would have been easy enough to kidnap him, but that would have been wrong. Mrs. Kent had loved the idea of Clark getting to see the west coast and an art museum. It was Mr. Kent who had been the obstacle. The man was like a needle hiding in a haystack, just waiting to get him on the other end of his sharp point. He could easily set all the haystacks on fire, but it would probably make Clark cry. The golden dream was very serious about cows getting enough to eat.

“I love him,” he smiled, meaning it with all his heart.

The beaming face in the mirror truly did look like a young man in love. He was practically glowing from the strong emotion. Lex Luthor looked truly happy for the first time in a very long time. There was no snow in sight. All the trees were in bloom and the songbirds were singing their musical little hearts out.

He washed his face with a sweet scented cleanser, brushed his teeth with toothpaste that had green tea in it, and wondered what it would have been like to have hair to fix. Clark had such nice hair. He wanted to run his slender fingers through those ebony strands of spiders silk. Well, he would have plenty of time to play with his hair during the flight. He honestly couldn’t wait.

But, he would have to deal with Wolfram & Hart. He hated that law firm. His dad was all the time doing strange business deals with them. He had even tried buying them out once upon a time. He always failed. They were like that one fish you could never seem to reel in. It either gets off the hook or the line snaps.

“I need for you to personally sign that document for me, Lex,” Lionel Luthor had told him in a most serious tone of voice. That stern face had left no room for argument.

He had rolled his eyes. “What could a bunch of lawyers possibly want with a thousand bricks of meteor rock?”

His father had kept his lined face blanker than a piece of parchment. “It is a payment for a small favor.” That blank look had looked more sinister than usual.

“Among other things, Lex.”

What had he meant by those words? He didn’t like it when his father spoke like that to him. He hated being left in the deep end of the pool with the lights off.

Well, all he had to do was sign a silly form and then he could spend the rest of his time with the man of his wildest fantasies. His face glowed all the more with barely contained happiness.

He walked into his lighted bedroom, seeing that his clock on his dresser read noon. He took a deep breath. It was going to be a good day.

He took his time in getting dressed and made his way down to his study. Sunlight was streaming in all golden and ruby through the stained glass windows, bathing him in rosy hues. He took a seat at his desk and opened up his laptop. Fifty emails were waiting for him. Three of which were from Clark. Public school must be very boring.

He clicked on the messages from Clark, reading them first. The first one was a morning kiss. It had him blushing like a pink rose. The second one was a picture of a golden skinned angel kissing a bleeding devil. He simply had to save it. The third email was all about Chloe assaulting him with a salt shaker. It made him laugh out loud. He could see it all in his mind.

The school would let out at three. Clark would then come and see him at seven. He had offered to go see him, but Clark had said they would get little privacy at the farm.

He smiled and emailed Clark a picture of Devilicus holding a sleeping Warrior Angel in his arms. Actually, Devilicus had drugged Warrior Angel with an apple, but he didn’t have to tell Clark that.

Tomorrow would be Friday and the two of them would be flying out at six on the Luthor private jet. He couldn’t wait to show it off to Clark. It would be the farmboy’s first time on a plane.

He got a sudden email back from Clark. He quickly clicked on it.

This picture is really haunting. The two of them look like the forbidden lovers I sent you earlier. Will you hold me like that later? I think I’ll be exhausted after finishing all my chores.

Lex felt all warm inside. This was the real deal. Clark loved him for him. It would be nothing like all the others he had been with. In fact, Clark was so above them, they didn’t even exist.

He replied back, telling him that he would hold him whenever he wanted him to.

“Why are you smiling like that?” An amused voice asked from the open doors. He looked up, seeing his father standing there. “It makes you look normal.”

The old man made it sound like that was a bad thing.

Lex closed his computer with a soft click. He schooled his face to look as emotionless as a frozen field of bloodsucking butterflies.

“Why are you here?” He asked, sounding colder than an ice cube banging against someone’s front tooth.

“I stopped at this quaint little store on the way in to get a small tub of ice cream and I ran into your charming little friend’s father,” the older man said, walking into the study. His footsteps were firm and confident on the hardwood flooring. “I didn’t know you were taking Clark with you.”

Lex leaned back in his leather chair. “Ice cream?”

“Rocky Road.”

“Ironic.”

“Not at all.”

Lex fought really hard not to roll his eyes. A rocky road was the nice way of describing his relationship with his father.

“Would you care for some?” Lionel asked, holding up the tub.

He shook his head.

“Why are you taking young Clark?” The bearded man asked, setting the tub down on the edge of the desk, looking down at him with those hawk-like eyes.

Lex wanted to push the sweating tub off his freshly polished desk. “I want to.”

Lionel shrugged. “Is that all?”

“How long will you be staying for?” He asked, feeling worried, but looked like the ruling ice prince that he was.

“My chopper will be here at five,” Lionel answered, suddenly narrowing his eyes. “Why?”

“I will be going out soon,” Lex lied with such skillful grace. The lies just flowed off his tongue like a serpent sliding across the smoothest of silk. He could have fooled that one god that pretended to know everything. “So I won’t be here to amuse you.”

“Where?” Lionel asked.

Lex wanted to dump the tub of Rocky Road over his head. “Complexia.”

Lionel sighed. “Are you developing a drinking problem, Lex?”

He nodded. “I wish to drown in my own stomach acid one day.”

“It is good that you’ve made a friend here, Lex,” his father smiled. He noted the emphasis on friend. “Even if he’s a little young for you.”

“I’m so happy you approve, father,” Lex told him. “I shall joyfully note this wondrous occasion in my Book of Memory, so I can always look back and fondly remember this wondrous day.”

“No need for such sarcasm, son,” Lionel chuckled. “You’ll rot your pearly teeth.”

Lex folded his arms across his chest. “Your Rocky Road is melting into a puddle of nuts.”

“Well, I shall take my leave of you and go eat this by myself then,” Lionel smiled, turning to leave the room. “Have fun with Clark, son.”

Lex watched his father walk from the room with tub in hand. He never saw the wicked glow in the man’s eyes or the sinister smile on his face. If he had, he would have left him dead on that rocky road.

To Be Continued…

Note: It is coming along rather nicely, I do believe. The light and happy stuff is shining a little more brightly before the darkness sweeps in and devours everything. I hope you all enjoy. Please review and tell me what you think so far.

--Flora