Discovery

Disclaimer: I DO NO own the boys, the show, or the characters...much to my deep saddness. lol.

He watched them move against each other, the movements jerky and slow. He watched that soft, wet tongue dart out to lave a fluttering pulse, trying desperately to hide behind smooth tanned skin. And couldn't prevent the anguished moan of pure pain from slipping past his lips.

He let his head drop down to his chest as they jumped apart, in surprise.

A soft gasp, and a small hand reached out towards his shaking body. Taking a sliding step back, he held a hand up and swallowed, and tried...TRIED to speak. Oh, but it hurt to even form words. Who would have thought? This pain, worse than any form of kryptonite, and he looked up slowly, unaware of the tears streaming down his artfully, beautifully, perfectly stunning face. He looked into the face of the one who reached out to him and shook his head softly at her. Turning, instead, to look into Lex's conflicting storm-colored eyes.

When he finally spoke, Lex and Lana both shivered, his voice so soft and shaky, yet so strong and clear.

"I'm really very-" a pause and a breath and eyes closed and opened, tears flowing, unchecked, "sorry. T-to have interrupted."

Lex started to speak and then closed his mouth as Lana stepped forward, eyebrows knitting together, "Clark, I'm really sorry you found out this way. I really am, but Lex and I care about each other, and we don't know yet how far that goes, but I'm still your friend, Clark, and-"

Laughter filled the room, hysterical and wild, and Lana stepped back.

"Lana, I appreciate the concern, and the sentiment. But, I just realized, in the space of about sixty seconds, that my entire life has been about lies. My entire life has been about trying to pretend to be something I'm not, and one of the biggest parts of that was you." Clark stepped across the room feeling almost drunk with a crazed freedom, and felt the breeze from the opened door throwing his hair around his face and he knew he probably looked insane, and he didn't care. Didn't care at ALL.

"Clark-"

"Lex," It's whispered, darkly, slowly. And it's spoken into his face. Clark reached up,felt all of his tears and wiped his own face off, and left his face shiny, looking so young. And he stood there looking so so young, and sinfully innocent. Clark doesn't see anything but Lex. Doesn't see comprehension slip onto Lana's face as she looks from Clark's face to Lex's. Doesn't see Lana's face pinch in hurt and rejection. Doesn't see her pick up her purse and slip out the door. Doesn't see her pause outside the door, just in time to hear him say, "I just realized, Lex, in the last sixty seconds that I'm in love with someone I can never have."

Lex's face twisted in confusion. His mind was racing a million miles a minute. He felt like there were bombs going off all around him...chaos everywhere, surrounding him everywhere. One second, he was kissing Lana, which was...ok. She was lovely, certainly, and close enough to Clark, on some weird level, that made her somewhat of an arousement. And then standing there, in faded jeans and that classically bright red t-shirt dotted with an odd iregular spotting, was the object of his many thousands of days and nights of fantasies, theories, dreams, fears, hopes... Anytime they'd seen each other lately, it had been so swift, and usually so cold, and it had been a shock to look into those unaturally strikingly beautiful green eyes and see the pain there.

Not at Lana. At Him. And all he felt was confusion. "Never have, Clark? I doubt that." A deep chuckle, a shrug, and the eyes stayed attached to Clark's.

Clark shook his head, and raised his hands up on either side of his head, as if to block out some horrible noise. And then those hand shake, and arms shake down to twist around himself, hugging himself, as if he were freezing to death, and he steps away from Lex as he moves towards him.

"Clark, please, let me help you. I know you're upset, but let me help you."

And those green eyes held stormy ones, and Clark sighed. "Lex, I'm going to go now. And if you're happy with her, then, God, I'm glad. Because, I really want you to be happy. You need it. You deserve it. You can be honest with each other. Which is more than we could ever do." And he smiled softly at the gasp of surprise on Lex's face. "I'm not of this Earth, Lex. I'm telling you this because I know that I trust you with my soul, so this really, is very little, conscidering. I fell from the sky in the meteor shower, and the day we met, the day you hit me, is the day you brought me to life."

He turned to walk away and stopped only at the door to look back once. "It's you, Lex." He said softly. "I could never have you."

And he walked away, and never saw Lex's storm eyes go opaque with joy and pain and realization. He never saw Lex fall down to his knees, holding a hand to the spot where Clark had just stood.

He ran and ran for hours before he finally returned to the barn. His eyes were blinded with tears and pain, and he didn't notice anything but what he held in the lead-lined blanket. He didn't notice the man curiously watching from the dark corner, as he unrolled the hospital's x-ray room blanket, and took out a glowing green rock about the size of a piece of grilling charcoal. He didn't notice the look of alarm and fear on the man's face as he began to sob in earnest and lifted the rock up to his wrists and started to slash at them.

"Clark, NO!"

And Clark felt the rock ripped out of his hands and begged for it back, and cursed bitterly as he felt his wrists heal themselves instantly. For an instant, he'd at least felt something other than bleak emptiness, and now that was gone, and he looked into the face that he couldn't stop wanting to touch.

Such an angry face. Angry, with glittering, furious eyes. Oh, an enraged Lex Luthor was a frightening, sexy thing to behold, and Clark shook from the force of it, and fell onto the couch as Lex's hand shot out against his solid chest to push him down.

"HOW DARE YOU!" A slap, and he moves his face with the slap, relaxes it, so as not to hurt Lex's hand. Another slap, and then a sharply nailed hand digging into his hair, raking against his scalp and dragging him forward. Dragging his face into Lex's face. "How DARE you. How dare you come into my home and tell me you are in love with m-me-" a deep breath, "and then you just leave. You tell me something I've been waiting to hear for five fucking years. You tell me EVERYTHING. You hand me the key to your fucking SOUL and then you just leave, and you're going to WHAT! You're going to leave me alone?"

Clark's eyes narrow sharply at that, "Hardly alone," he murmers. But his mouth is so close to Lex's. And, God, Lex had been waiting. Waiting?

A lean forward, and a scarred mouth opens and sharp white teeth bite at wide, soft lips. "The closest thing to you I could get."

An ebony head jerked back, and shutters fell apart...ripped open, and his mouth dropped open on a breathless moan.

A tanned, oddly smooth hand found it's way up to Lex's face, stroking across the cheek, revelling in the openness in those stormy eyes. His hand ghosted around to the back of Lex's head, and down his neck, and he licked his tongue out just as Lex growled and sat down, and began to taste every inch of his mouth.

Lex jerked his head back and held Clark's gaze. "You cannot EVER do that again. You can't lose that kind of control. If you love me, then prove it. Stay with me."

Clark's eyes slid shut, pushing out tears he didn't think he had left, and when he opened them, words slipped out before he had a chance to stop them. "Do you think you could ever love me, Lex? The way I'm in love with you? Do you think you can forgive me?"

The whole world fell away except for Clark and Lex, as Lex smirked at him. He couldn't hold back a chuckle as he looked at Clark, his future. "I forgave you a long time ago, Clark. My memories from Belle Reeve, not so forgotten, how could I not? Could I love you? Of course. I do. I always have. As far as can I love you the way you love me? I don't know, Clark. I in love with you in every way I can be. Every good way, and every bad way. Every way that feels good, and every way that hurts. I want to protect you from the world, and I want to give you pleasure...and maybe pain." a shiver. "Do you really think you can handle that?"

An answer in the way of a hungry capture of his mouth. Not so much a battle back and forth as a quest. An enjoyment.

And a hesitation, "What about-"

And a sigh, "I'll send her some earrings, Clark, but please. Can we not fuck up a moment I've been dreaming," kiss, "and picturing, "a long lick, "detailing," a pale, elegant hand sliding underneath a shirt, and sliding it up, up and over a silky head; breathing was made difficult as Lex saw his hand laid across the expanse of dark gold skin, "for a very, very long time." And he grinded himself down for emphasis, smiling darkly at the hiss, and the flashing smile, that was produced as a result.

Clark laughed, a happy laugh. "I love you, Lex. I'll never leave you." And he watched in amazement as just the words sent the most wordly, sensual man in the world flying over the edge into orgasm. And he just held on as Lex screamed out his name, hands curled into his hair, against his skin, and Lex's eyes were open and bluer than he'd ever seen and Lex went down low and breathed against his stomach, and licked his navel, his eyes fluttering, slow, and so so pleased. And Clark followed Lex's mouth with his eyes, and shuddered.

"Clark. God, Clark. I love you. I love your heart. Your eyes, your body, the way you laugh with one side of your mouth after you tell a really bad joke. I love the way you hated to lie to me. I love the way you won't ever again. I love the way I know that, just the way I love the way the you feel right now, loving me. I won't ever give you up. Ever. I won't ask again if you're sure. I don't care. Because you're mine now. Secrets, and all. You're. Mine." And he pulled up and made love to Clark's mouth with his own, and just flicked his fingers over the straining bulge in Clark's pants, just a flick, and Clark was flying. Orgasm ripping through his body, and Lex couldn't take his eyes off of Clark's face, the sheer beauty of it all, and when he noticed they were floating a few feet off the couch, he merely smirked. Plenty of time to learn about what to do with that later.

Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope to follow up on this one later, and more soon. Please let me know what you thought. I appreciate any and all feedback.

-Morgan