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katleeptTitle: His Dream
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: With endless love to my cherished, beloved, and always inspirational soul mate, Drew (I love you, darling!!!)
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: Drew's 52 Prompts for 2016: Dan Powell's "Pieces"
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,460
Date Written: 29 May, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's propped on his elbow watching him when the sun begins to rise. His eyes are heavy, but his heart is light and still singing from the night. His fingers curl with his desire to reach out to his love, but at the same time, he's scared to touch him. He doesn't want to break this moment. He doesn't want to wake him and have him go on his way. He doesn't want this moment to end ever.
It's the very same reason why he's spent the last several hours awake, just watching him sleep. He's so beautiful that his sweet smile even seems to dim the golden sunlight now pouring into their room. His window's still open, and Lex can hear the birds beginning to sing their morning songs. He never used to listen to the songs of the birds, but there's so much he never did before Clark came into his life.
There's so much he never wants to do again and only one thing he wants to do for the rest of his life. He wants to love this incredible, young man forever, but he's scared. He can acknowledge that now in the wee hours of the morning following their night together. He's so scared that one of these days, Clark is really going to wake up. He's going to realize just what kind of a relationship into which he's trapping himself; he's going to realize that Lex isn't the sort of man with which he wants to spend the rest of his life.
He's also rather afraid that if he lets himself fall asleep, he'll wake to realize that Clark is gone or, worse yet, that he was never really here. Every time they're together seems like a dream, because everything in his life is suddenly made so wonderful by Clark's presence in it that it can't possibly be reality. Love doesn't really happen, after all. He's spent his entire life before he met Clark knowing that love was a fairy tale, but yet it's the only word that can describe what he feels for him.
There's no other emotion that comes close to describing how Clark makes him feel. Everything is suddenly better when he's near. The past slips away, and the only future that matters is spending more time with Clark. His heart is lighter than it's ever been, and he's dreaming while awake, dreaming, with every kiss, that maybe he can have a future with the man he loves, that maybe the man he loves will never stop loving him or realize that he never deserved his love.
This can't be reality, Lex knows, or if it is, it can't last. He's never had anything this good before in all his years. He's never had any one to love him as Clark professes to do and as he feels with his every touch. The boy really believes he loves him, but how long, Lex wonders fearfully every time they're together, will it last? No one can be good enough to deserve his precious Clark, let alone the latest in the Luthor line of evil.
Clark is so good, so sweet, so honest, so giving, . . . and that's exactly why Lex knows that he believes it when he tells him he loves him. He believes it, but one day, he's going to wake up and realize he's made a mistake. One day, the love he thinks he feels for him is going to turn into disgust when he finds out some of the things Lex has done, some of the things he still does to protect Clark's secret. Just last night, before coming home, he killed another reporter. Such necessary deeds are the very reason why he now keeps a spare set of clothes in an otherwise empty apartment halfway between here and Metropolis.
One day, his past is going to catch up with him, or Clark's going to realize just how much blood he does have underneath his fingernails. He's going to realize what a horrible man Lex truly is, and he's going to turn from him in disgust. His love will dissipate just as the morning dew is doing now in the heat of the rising sun. It's going to be worse than Clark not loving him for he's going to hate him --
Clark's eyes flutter open so unexpectedly and swiftly that Lex doesn't have time to resume his position laying beside him and feigning sleep. He doesn't have time to shift or react at all before Clark is gazing sleepily and still lovingly up at him and asking softly, "Lex?" His hand on his cheek feels so good. It feels like a Heaven Lex knows he can never possibly deserve. His thumb brushes softly across his flesh as he asks tenderly, "Why haven't you slept?"
"What?" Lex asks in surprise, wondering how he knows. "I -- "
But Clark is shaking his head. "You haven't slept all night. Don't try to pretend you have. I can see it in your eyes. You've been worrying again. What's bothering you now? What has your father done this time?"
"Nothing." Lex lowers his head and drops his eyes from Clark. It's only around him that he ever feels bashful. "I . . . I haven't spoken to him in weeks."
"Then what's bothering you?" When Lex doesn't answer, Clark pushes up to a sitting position. Then he grabs Lex's hands and brings them to him. "Come on. Out with it," he commands gently, tugging on his hands until Lex's betraying eyes finally lift to his.
"I -- I didn't want this moment to end."
"It is going to end, Lex," Clark tells him gently. "It has to." When Lex frowns, he adds gently, "So that we can share other moments."
"But, Clark, I -- " He fumbles for words of which he knows a plethora, but there seems to be no words in all the languages in which he's fluent to tell him how afraid he is that this dream is going to end.
Yet, somehow, Clark seems to already know. He's smiling sweetly at him still as he tells him, "You're not dreaming, and I'm not going to leave you, Lex, ever." He cups his troubled face in both hands now as he tells him again, "I love you. That isn't going to change in the light of day. That isn't ever going to change. I promise, and you know I don't break my promises."
"I know," Lex whispers, but he's still afraid. Clark doesn't break his promises. He is, perhaps above all other things, a man of his word, but even with all his powers, he can't predict the future. What's going to happen, Lex wonders, when he wakes up one day and realizes he's never really loved him?
Clark's hands on his face are so gently, so reassuring, so soothing as he strokes him. Lex's eyes slip shut for just a second, but then he flashes them back open. Clark's still there, still smiling at him, still gazing at him with the love he doesn't deserve. "Let me hold you," he whispers, and it almost sounds like a plea. "Let me hold you, and I promise you, when you wake up, I'll still be right here. I'll still be loving you."
Lex hesitates, but he can deny Clark nothing. If he did rule the world, he'd give it all to him in a heartbeat, and he only wants to rule it now not to beat his father but to protect Clark and his family. Clark gives him his best puppy dog eyes as he adds in a whispered plea, "Please?"
Lex succumbs as he always does whenever Clark wants something. He slides back down into bed, and Clark wraps his strong arms securely around him. "I'm not going anywhere," Clark says again, pausing his vows only to kiss the smooth top of his beloved Lex's bald head. "I'm still going to be here when you wake up, and I will always, always love you, Lex Luthor. There's nothing you or any one could ever do to make me stop."
Lex almost asks him if he'll still love him when he knows he kills for him. He almost asks him if he'll still love him when the evil of his family lineage takes control of him. He almost asks him so many things, but sleep is pulling at him and with Clark's arms wrapped around him again, he feels safe again. He feels loved; he feels comforted. And he knows he's dreaming before his eyes slip shut and he finally surrenders to sleep with a smile on his face. Clark kisses him again and then falls back to sleep, still holding his dream in his arms.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: With endless love to my cherished, beloved, and always inspirational soul mate, Drew (I love you, darling!!!)
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: Drew's 52 Prompts for 2016: Dan Powell's "Pieces"
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,460
Date Written: 29 May, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's propped on his elbow watching him when the sun begins to rise. His eyes are heavy, but his heart is light and still singing from the night. His fingers curl with his desire to reach out to his love, but at the same time, he's scared to touch him. He doesn't want to break this moment. He doesn't want to wake him and have him go on his way. He doesn't want this moment to end ever.
It's the very same reason why he's spent the last several hours awake, just watching him sleep. He's so beautiful that his sweet smile even seems to dim the golden sunlight now pouring into their room. His window's still open, and Lex can hear the birds beginning to sing their morning songs. He never used to listen to the songs of the birds, but there's so much he never did before Clark came into his life.
There's so much he never wants to do again and only one thing he wants to do for the rest of his life. He wants to love this incredible, young man forever, but he's scared. He can acknowledge that now in the wee hours of the morning following their night together. He's so scared that one of these days, Clark is really going to wake up. He's going to realize just what kind of a relationship into which he's trapping himself; he's going to realize that Lex isn't the sort of man with which he wants to spend the rest of his life.
He's also rather afraid that if he lets himself fall asleep, he'll wake to realize that Clark is gone or, worse yet, that he was never really here. Every time they're together seems like a dream, because everything in his life is suddenly made so wonderful by Clark's presence in it that it can't possibly be reality. Love doesn't really happen, after all. He's spent his entire life before he met Clark knowing that love was a fairy tale, but yet it's the only word that can describe what he feels for him.
There's no other emotion that comes close to describing how Clark makes him feel. Everything is suddenly better when he's near. The past slips away, and the only future that matters is spending more time with Clark. His heart is lighter than it's ever been, and he's dreaming while awake, dreaming, with every kiss, that maybe he can have a future with the man he loves, that maybe the man he loves will never stop loving him or realize that he never deserved his love.
This can't be reality, Lex knows, or if it is, it can't last. He's never had anything this good before in all his years. He's never had any one to love him as Clark professes to do and as he feels with his every touch. The boy really believes he loves him, but how long, Lex wonders fearfully every time they're together, will it last? No one can be good enough to deserve his precious Clark, let alone the latest in the Luthor line of evil.
Clark is so good, so sweet, so honest, so giving, . . . and that's exactly why Lex knows that he believes it when he tells him he loves him. He believes it, but one day, he's going to wake up and realize he's made a mistake. One day, the love he thinks he feels for him is going to turn into disgust when he finds out some of the things Lex has done, some of the things he still does to protect Clark's secret. Just last night, before coming home, he killed another reporter. Such necessary deeds are the very reason why he now keeps a spare set of clothes in an otherwise empty apartment halfway between here and Metropolis.
One day, his past is going to catch up with him, or Clark's going to realize just how much blood he does have underneath his fingernails. He's going to realize what a horrible man Lex truly is, and he's going to turn from him in disgust. His love will dissipate just as the morning dew is doing now in the heat of the rising sun. It's going to be worse than Clark not loving him for he's going to hate him --
Clark's eyes flutter open so unexpectedly and swiftly that Lex doesn't have time to resume his position laying beside him and feigning sleep. He doesn't have time to shift or react at all before Clark is gazing sleepily and still lovingly up at him and asking softly, "Lex?" His hand on his cheek feels so good. It feels like a Heaven Lex knows he can never possibly deserve. His thumb brushes softly across his flesh as he asks tenderly, "Why haven't you slept?"
"What?" Lex asks in surprise, wondering how he knows. "I -- "
But Clark is shaking his head. "You haven't slept all night. Don't try to pretend you have. I can see it in your eyes. You've been worrying again. What's bothering you now? What has your father done this time?"
"Nothing." Lex lowers his head and drops his eyes from Clark. It's only around him that he ever feels bashful. "I . . . I haven't spoken to him in weeks."
"Then what's bothering you?" When Lex doesn't answer, Clark pushes up to a sitting position. Then he grabs Lex's hands and brings them to him. "Come on. Out with it," he commands gently, tugging on his hands until Lex's betraying eyes finally lift to his.
"I -- I didn't want this moment to end."
"It is going to end, Lex," Clark tells him gently. "It has to." When Lex frowns, he adds gently, "So that we can share other moments."
"But, Clark, I -- " He fumbles for words of which he knows a plethora, but there seems to be no words in all the languages in which he's fluent to tell him how afraid he is that this dream is going to end.
Yet, somehow, Clark seems to already know. He's smiling sweetly at him still as he tells him, "You're not dreaming, and I'm not going to leave you, Lex, ever." He cups his troubled face in both hands now as he tells him again, "I love you. That isn't going to change in the light of day. That isn't ever going to change. I promise, and you know I don't break my promises."
"I know," Lex whispers, but he's still afraid. Clark doesn't break his promises. He is, perhaps above all other things, a man of his word, but even with all his powers, he can't predict the future. What's going to happen, Lex wonders, when he wakes up one day and realizes he's never really loved him?
Clark's hands on his face are so gently, so reassuring, so soothing as he strokes him. Lex's eyes slip shut for just a second, but then he flashes them back open. Clark's still there, still smiling at him, still gazing at him with the love he doesn't deserve. "Let me hold you," he whispers, and it almost sounds like a plea. "Let me hold you, and I promise you, when you wake up, I'll still be right here. I'll still be loving you."
Lex hesitates, but he can deny Clark nothing. If he did rule the world, he'd give it all to him in a heartbeat, and he only wants to rule it now not to beat his father but to protect Clark and his family. Clark gives him his best puppy dog eyes as he adds in a whispered plea, "Please?"
Lex succumbs as he always does whenever Clark wants something. He slides back down into bed, and Clark wraps his strong arms securely around him. "I'm not going anywhere," Clark says again, pausing his vows only to kiss the smooth top of his beloved Lex's bald head. "I'm still going to be here when you wake up, and I will always, always love you, Lex Luthor. There's nothing you or any one could ever do to make me stop."
Lex almost asks him if he'll still love him when he knows he kills for him. He almost asks him if he'll still love him when the evil of his family lineage takes control of him. He almost asks him so many things, but sleep is pulling at him and with Clark's arms wrapped around him again, he feels safe again. He feels loved; he feels comforted. And he knows he's dreaming before his eyes slip shut and he finally surrenders to sleep with a smile on his face. Clark kisses him again and then falls back to sleep, still holding his dream in his arms.
The End
