Smooth Move, Kent 1/?
Title: Smooth Move, Kent 1/?
Author: franlex
Rating: PG
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Words: 4.370
Summary: Clark has the worst timing... and then, maybe, not.
Warnings: This is a Work in Progress!
Author's notes: Beta'd by the lovely ctbn60. Thank you, darling!!
Clark arrived a bit late. Well, a lot, if he was honest. The mutant number sixty-nine had already broke into Lex's home and knocked out half of Lex's security. When he finally found the damn mutant, he was in Lex bedroom and, wasn't it appropriate for mutant number sixty-nine to be a bit kinky? Clark used his super speed to get to the master bedroom and tear the door apart, hoping Lex wouldn't notice it, or that he would be too thankful for being saved that wouldn't mention it, and burst into the room.
Mutant number sixty-nine was shaking Lex like he was a rag doll and screaming something about the year 1989. The fuck? Lex was nine years old that year. He couldn't have possibly done anything wrong to anyone at that age. Lionel, it must have been Lionel.
"Hey!" Clark said, trying to get the mutant's attention. The mutant turned around and looked actually surprised to see him standing there. The woman... wait, was it really a woman? Clark had learned a long time ago that just because it wore a dress it didn't necessarily make it a woman. He looked harder squinting and concentrating. No, it definitely was a man, wearing a tight red sequined dress. In Smallville, of course, logic would dictate that mutant number sixty-nine had to be a kinky bastard.
But then, Lex turned on the pleading blue eyes that Clark just couldn't resist. Man, that wasn't fair. Lex had those amazing blue eyes that Clark could just spent hours staring to... Oops. He was losing focus, because the mutant was screaming at him now and Clark had no idea what he was talking about.
"Uh?" he said intelligently. Smooth move, Kent.
"Go. Away," The mutant said. "This is between Luthor and me."
Clark sighed. "You see, whatever Lionel did to you, is between you and Lionel. You can't just take it out on Lex. It's just not right. Because Lex didn't do anything wrong to you. So, why don't you let him go?" Clark reasoned. Well as much as anyone can reason with a mutant on a red dress.
But the mutant, with fevered red eyes, shook his head and yelled. "Luthors! They're all the same! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him and end the Luthor legacy forever! He's mine! He's my pet now and I'm going to use him and kill him!"
And wow, that was pretty kinky. And so the wrong thing to say to Clark, because Clark snapped. Deep inside, Clark considered Lex his. He always had. Lex was his best friend, Lex was *his*. Even if he had to share him with a various woman now and then, he didn't mind, much. Deep inside, he new that the women in Lex's life would come and go, but Lex was his. Not that Lex knew anything of this. Clark rather die than tell him how he really felt, but it was true. As true as the fact that he wasn't human.
"That was so the wrong thing to say," Clark warned. The meteor mutant growled at him and Clark tensed for the fight.
The thing was that Lex very awake and curious eyes were looking at him, from his odd position in the mutant arms. "Clark, just what do you think you are going to do?" Lex choked out.
"I see I'm going to have to take care of you," the mutant said. And in a blinding instant, faster that Clark eyes could see, he threw Lex against the wall. Lex screamed in pain and then there was silence. Clark could see the blood seeping down the wall, and realized that the mutant had given Lex another head trauma. Just what Lex needed.
"Now, you've asked for it," Clark warned before lunging at the mutant. It took him a while, because the mutant was faster than he was, but using his strength, he soon knocked him out cold and ran to Lex side, yelling for help.
"Somebody!! I need an ambulance!!" he yelled and knelt beside Lex, scanning him to check that nothing was broken before moving him carefully.
"Lex? Lex?" he called, touching his cheek. Lex moaned, but didn't wake. Lex security people decided to finally burst in, bringing sophisticated weapons and looking pretty bloody themselves. Clark glared at them and wondered, not for the first time, if they were hired by Lionel to let Lex get hurt.
"An ambulance is on the way, Mr. Kent. We will take care of..." Masters, Lex's head of security, started saying, but stopped, not sure of the gender of the attacker.
"I think it's a him," Clark offered.
Masters nodded and raised an eyebrow when he noticed that Lex's head was resting on Clark's lap. Clark blushed, but was pissed off enough to glare at the man. And it seemed that his glare was powerful enough to make the man clear his throat and go back to his business.
Clark caressed Lex's cheek and sighed. Again he had failed Lex and he had gotten hurt because of Clarks fears. Because he had been afraid to show his powers in front of Lex. Because Lex wasn't supposed to know about what he was capable of. But Clark was sick of lying to Lex.
He decided, then and there, sitting in the floor of Lex's room, with an unconscious Lex on his lap, that as soon as he recovered consciousness, he was going to tell him everything. No matter if telling Lex gave his father a heart attack. He was eighteen years old now. And he was going to tell his best friend, the truth.
Part Two
Author: franlex
Rating: PG
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Words: 4.370
Summary: Clark has the worst timing... and then, maybe, not.
Warnings: This is a Work in Progress!
Author's notes: Beta'd by the lovely ctbn60. Thank you, darling!!
Clark arrived a bit late. Well, a lot, if he was honest. The mutant number sixty-nine had already broke into Lex's home and knocked out half of Lex's security. When he finally found the damn mutant, he was in Lex bedroom and, wasn't it appropriate for mutant number sixty-nine to be a bit kinky? Clark used his super speed to get to the master bedroom and tear the door apart, hoping Lex wouldn't notice it, or that he would be too thankful for being saved that wouldn't mention it, and burst into the room.
Mutant number sixty-nine was shaking Lex like he was a rag doll and screaming something about the year 1989. The fuck? Lex was nine years old that year. He couldn't have possibly done anything wrong to anyone at that age. Lionel, it must have been Lionel.
"Hey!" Clark said, trying to get the mutant's attention. The mutant turned around and looked actually surprised to see him standing there. The woman... wait, was it really a woman? Clark had learned a long time ago that just because it wore a dress it didn't necessarily make it a woman. He looked harder squinting and concentrating. No, it definitely was a man, wearing a tight red sequined dress. In Smallville, of course, logic would dictate that mutant number sixty-nine had to be a kinky bastard.
But then, Lex turned on the pleading blue eyes that Clark just couldn't resist. Man, that wasn't fair. Lex had those amazing blue eyes that Clark could just spent hours staring to... Oops. He was losing focus, because the mutant was screaming at him now and Clark had no idea what he was talking about.
"Uh?" he said intelligently. Smooth move, Kent.
"Go. Away," The mutant said. "This is between Luthor and me."
Clark sighed. "You see, whatever Lionel did to you, is between you and Lionel. You can't just take it out on Lex. It's just not right. Because Lex didn't do anything wrong to you. So, why don't you let him go?" Clark reasoned. Well as much as anyone can reason with a mutant on a red dress.
But the mutant, with fevered red eyes, shook his head and yelled. "Luthors! They're all the same! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him and end the Luthor legacy forever! He's mine! He's my pet now and I'm going to use him and kill him!"
And wow, that was pretty kinky. And so the wrong thing to say to Clark, because Clark snapped. Deep inside, Clark considered Lex his. He always had. Lex was his best friend, Lex was *his*. Even if he had to share him with a various woman now and then, he didn't mind, much. Deep inside, he new that the women in Lex's life would come and go, but Lex was his. Not that Lex knew anything of this. Clark rather die than tell him how he really felt, but it was true. As true as the fact that he wasn't human.
"That was so the wrong thing to say," Clark warned. The meteor mutant growled at him and Clark tensed for the fight.
The thing was that Lex very awake and curious eyes were looking at him, from his odd position in the mutant arms. "Clark, just what do you think you are going to do?" Lex choked out.
"I see I'm going to have to take care of you," the mutant said. And in a blinding instant, faster that Clark eyes could see, he threw Lex against the wall. Lex screamed in pain and then there was silence. Clark could see the blood seeping down the wall, and realized that the mutant had given Lex another head trauma. Just what Lex needed.
"Now, you've asked for it," Clark warned before lunging at the mutant. It took him a while, because the mutant was faster than he was, but using his strength, he soon knocked him out cold and ran to Lex side, yelling for help.
"Somebody!! I need an ambulance!!" he yelled and knelt beside Lex, scanning him to check that nothing was broken before moving him carefully.
"Lex? Lex?" he called, touching his cheek. Lex moaned, but didn't wake. Lex security people decided to finally burst in, bringing sophisticated weapons and looking pretty bloody themselves. Clark glared at them and wondered, not for the first time, if they were hired by Lionel to let Lex get hurt.
"An ambulance is on the way, Mr. Kent. We will take care of..." Masters, Lex's head of security, started saying, but stopped, not sure of the gender of the attacker.
"I think it's a him," Clark offered.
Masters nodded and raised an eyebrow when he noticed that Lex's head was resting on Clark's lap. Clark blushed, but was pissed off enough to glare at the man. And it seemed that his glare was powerful enough to make the man clear his throat and go back to his business.
Clark caressed Lex's cheek and sighed. Again he had failed Lex and he had gotten hurt because of Clarks fears. Because he had been afraid to show his powers in front of Lex. Because Lex wasn't supposed to know about what he was capable of. But Clark was sick of lying to Lex.
He decided, then and there, sitting in the floor of Lex's room, with an unconscious Lex on his lap, that as soon as he recovered consciousness, he was going to tell him everything. No matter if telling Lex gave his father a heart attack. He was eighteen years old now. And he was going to tell his best friend, the truth.
Part Two