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.

Prologue

Alexander Luthor was sitting in front of his large stone fireplace on a comfortable fluffy white oriental rug. His mercury colored eyes watched how the orange and crimson flames leapt and danced upon the softly crackling logs. The soothing heat gently warmed his chilled flesh.

He was all alone in his big castle, surrounded by acres of spooky forests and rolling mists. The endless halls were silent and the many rooms were void of life. There wasn’t even a lost spirit haunting about in which to keep him some form of company.

One of the blackened logs popped, making him close his eyes. He could still hear the angry shouting and the cruel words. They echoed all around him, burning his ears, causing his bruised heart to ache in his chest all over again. He had never seen Clark look so hurt or sound so furious before.

“You lied to me!” The voice crashed like so many shards of shattered glass across the cold marble floor. He squeezed his eyes shut and mentally covered himself in order to keep from being cut to shreds. “You said that you would trust me!”

He let out a hollow sigh, feeling colder than winter. Icy fingers crept along his pale flesh, making him shiver in the warm glow of the fire.

“I did it to protect you, Clark!” His own shout echoed like an ocean wave beating the shore. “He was going to hurt you! What the hell do you want me to do?”

Oh, such a terrible, violent silence had fallen upon the face of the world. It stabbed him like so many wicked needles.

“I want you to stay away from me,” the broken voice whispered. It was as if all volume had been lowered to one point above zero. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Another awful silence fell. It was deafening.

“So be it, Kent.”

Thunder. It had been just like thunder. The door slammed, and even though he was inside, he was the one left standing in the pouring rain.

A lonely tear fell from his eye, sliding like a fallen star down his smooth cheek. It dripped from his hairless chin and he quickly wiped the salty trail away with the back of his palm.

He hated being alone. It was so easy to cry and drown in one’s sorrow when alone. Not even the taste of liquor in hand helped. The liquid only served to shimmer amber in the firelight.

He put the crystal glass down and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wanted to go to bed, but he didn’t want to move from where he was. Plus, he didn’t know if his legs had the will to carry him that far.

It had been over a week since the big fight. He hadn’t even stepped outside to walk in the rose gardens. He didn’t want to go outside. He didn’t want to go anywhere. He didn’t have a reason to.

He wanted so much to do good things and be happy, but there was something sick and twisted, crawling under his skin, slithering through his veins. Happiness was always fleeting. It wasn’t something he could protect like some prized comic behind a bullet proof glass case.

Before he knew what he was doing, he had his cell phone in his hand, scrolling for Clark’s number. He punched it in and suddenly froze as if he had been transformed into an ice sculpture. A phone was ringing from behind him.

He silently closed his phone with a soft click. The ringing stopped and he took a moment to compose.

“I didn’t hear you knock.”

Footsteps.

“That’s because I didn’t.”

Hadn’t he locked all the doors and windows and turned the security system on? What the hell good were locks and security systems if they never worked?

He didn’t turn around. For all he really knew, this could just be a drunken hallucination. He didn’t want to turn around and see nobody standing there.

“What did I do now?” He asked, picking up his warm glass, watching the amber liquid glow in the light.

He could feel a tall presence looming like a shadow behind him. He downed his drink in a silent gulp. It burned, making him feel less frozen for a moment.

“You didn’t say you were sorry,” Clark whispered.

His left eye twitched. He wanted to stand up, spin around, and break the glass in his hand across the farmboy’s face. He trembled at the violent thought and quickly put the empty glass back down on the rug.

“Because I am,” Clark continued. “I shouldn’t have said I hated you.”

Thunder.

“I HATE YOU!”

Oh, those three scorching words had cut into him like a molten blade. He had felt as though his throat had been slashed by the very light of his world.

“I was mad,” Clark went on. “And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I don’t hate you. You just make me really mad.”

He was rambling now.

Lex lowered his head, feeling his eyes begin to sting again. Clark didn’t hate him. He had just made him angry. When angry, terrible things are always being shouted.

“I’m sorry, too,” he finally managed to say, without choking on his words.

He wasn’t really. No, not at all. He would shoot that blackmailing bastard in the face again if it meant keeping his darkest secret from ever seeing the harsh light of day.

“Lex?” Clark asked. “Is there something else you would like to tell me?”

He shook his head, chuckling softly. He had yet to turn around and truly confirm that he was really there.

What could he say? I love you, Clark. I’m in love with you. I know it’s not wrong, but this backwards country makes it a terrible thing. Plus, you’re only 16 and I’m 22. Luthor’s sick heir is robbing the cradle.

“Lex,” Clark said from right beside him, causing him to finally look into his angelic face. The young man was sitting on his knees. His jeans had a hole in the knee. His dark hair was wet and hanging in his eyes. “You can tell me.”

He was in awe of just how young the farmboy looked in the fiery glow. His sky blue eyes were so big.

“What the hell is the matter with you, stupid?” He suddenly snapped like an older brother would at seeing something totally idiotic taking place before his eyes. “You’re soaking wet. You’re going to catch a cold and die. Take off those wet clothes right now.”

Those blue eyes got so wide, but they were filled with a soft humor. Lex got to his own knees, wrestling the wet shirt off the younger man.

“You’re an idiot for being out in this weather without having a coat on,” he grumbled on and on through clenched teeth, finally getting the wet shirt off him. “Now sit here and don’t you dare move from this spot.”

The teen nodded with a half open mouth. It took Lex six minutes to find the best quilt he owned and another ten in order to figure out how to make the dryer go.

“Here,” he said, dropping the quilt over Clark’s head. “Wrap up in that and get warm.”

Clark did so and playfully pouting at him. “Happy now?”

Lex nodded, plopping down on the sofa without his usual feline grace. “Beyond words.”

Both were silent for long moments. The logs softly crackled and popped, filling them. Shadows danced along the tall walls.

A few more moments of silence passed. Thunder rumbled just beyond the stained glass windows.

“Lex?” Clark asked, getting his attention.

“Huh?”

“Why are you so far away?”

The older man cocked a delicate brow. What in the world was he talking about?

“What?”

Clark opened his arms, revealing his bare chest. Lex stilled his breath. The boy had pecks you wanted to sink your teeth into and abs you wanted to do your laundry on or lick. Perhaps both at the same time.

“What?” Lex asked again, biting his bottom lip.

Clark rolled his azure eyes and was on his feet. Lex stiffened for a moment. How had he moved so fast? Oh, he was drunk. That’s why. He was going in slow motion.

“You’re shivering,” Clark said, taking a sudden seat beside him, wrapping the quilt around him as well. He even put a naked arm around his slender shoulder.

“Clark?”

“I could never hate you, Lex,” he told him, pulling him a little closer. Lex thought him a burning furnace. “You’re my friend.”

“You were so mad…”

He felt so strange and really scared. What the hell was Clark doing?

“I know, Lex,” he said, looking away. “I was so mad…I was so mad at you for not telling me.”

Lex couldn’t move. Clark’s hold on him was like steel.

“Secrets,” the young man went on after a second. “They’ve made us waste so much time.”

Time?

Blue eyes burned into him and they were smiling.

“If I ask you a simple question,” Clark said. “Will you answer it honestly?”

Lex quickly swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat and nodded his head. Was this really happening? Was Clark really here?

Clark leaned in closer. “Do you love me?”

His soft breath was warm and smelled of cinnamon. Another arm came around him and Lex felt the ice which incased his heart crack.

He slowly began to nod. He couldn’t help it. This was a lot better than that dead bastard printing it for the world to read and gossip at. This was something truly beautiful. There was no ugliness in this. This was honesty.

“Do you, Lex?”

“Yes,” he trembled. “I do.”

His stormy eyes widened. He was given an innocent and chaste kiss on the lips. The ice around his heart shattered. The crystal palace in the mirror melted. A rose bloomed brilliant from the fading snow.

Clark smiled and it was beyond what beauty could even hope to describe in that moment of pure and unadulterated bliss. He was so warm and tender.

“Nobody has to know,” he said, resting his head against Lex’s chest. Could he hear how crazy his heart was beating? Couldn’t he feel it? “After all, ain’t nobody can keep secrets like the two of us.”

Lex slowly and carefully wrapped his arms around this treasure from the fickle gods. He was never going to let go. Never! Ever! He was so happy he could die.

The two sat like that in silence. They were perfectly content just holding one another.

“Lex.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t lie to me again.”

“I’ll…I’ll…”

“Lex…”

“I’ll…”

“I’m an alien.”

“But…you look white.”

“Lex!”

“Do you want to go away with me?”


To Be Continued…

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