Title: Core
Author: Lydia aka Vinca
Pairing(s): Clark/Lex
Category: AU and..um stuff.
Disclaimers: Smallville characters not mine. *sniffle*
Rating: PG-15? R? I'm not really sure.
Summary: Prequel to Kidnapped
Part 3
The day began as usual when he'd been living here continuously. He
did all his chores as well as his fathers, because he had missed the
daily routine of taking care of the farm. It was almost afternoon and
his mother was cooking lunch, while his father ran errands in town.
As he had been cleaning near the storm cellar, he was hit by a flash
of his unclouded dream of the night before. A woman with hair as dark
as his own, and hazel eyes reaching out to him saying over and
over, "Kal-El." He snapped out of it with difficulty by shaking his
head harshly.
"You'll get whiplash like that Clark." He whirled to see Lex leaning
casually against the barn door. Pure joy ran through his system at
the sight of him, and he jogged to him and almost mauled him over in
his haste to be close to him. He had outgrown his constant blushes a
while ago, but with Lex giving him a raised eyebrow, he felt it climb
up his neck and to his cheeks.
"I'm indestructible remember? Self inflicted death by head shaking is
not the way to go for me." He joked (seriously but Lex didn't know
that) to take Lex's mind off his enthusiasm. Lex smirked and allowed
him to get out of explaining his strange behavior. "So what brings
you out here?"
"Your mom told me to come and get you for lunch. Why, aren't you glad
to see me?" He tossed over his shoulder as he sauntered to the house.
Lex was dressed casually with black jeans, a deep purple knit
sweater, and boots.. Clark's throat worked as he watched the lean
figure sway gently in motion before snapping out of his trance, and
he headed after him. 'If you only knew Lex. If you only knew.'
They finished lunch around the time Jonathan came back, and Clark
made Lex drive them out to the fields. They relaxed and talked long
into the day, enjoying each other's company. Clark sighed and rolled
over onto his side facing Lex, from where they were laying on the
ground. "I missed doing this with you. There's not many people that I
can just talk to like you."
Lex shifted slightly and glanced at Clark. "I don't think so. You
seem to attract people like a magnet Clark. I heard you were getting
pretty popular in college. Besides your friends and parents are
always there with a listening ear." He said as he soaked in the
sunrays. People had often thought that he'd be sunburned when he went
outside, but the truth was that the sun was revitalizing to him. He
often found himself outside relaxing in a chair in his garden to get
a quiet moment.
Clark frowned slightly, and thought of how to explain his connection
with Lex. "They may be there with a listening ear, but you don't
judge. You just accept me as me instead of trying to correct my
personality." Lex glanced out from under the arm that shielded his
eyes from the light. At Clark's expression he sat up and searched his
eyes.
"If you ever need to talk to me about anything Clark, you know you
can. Don't be afraid to ask me if something's troubling you. I can
try to help you deal with it."
Clark grinned widely at him. "See! I told you you were different!"
Lex snorted and flopped back down in the grass blades cushioned by
soft earth. He wasn't really concerned about his clothes, he could
get more in a snap of his fingers, but this time with Clark was worth
a great deal. He probably wouldn't admit it, but he had missed these
get togethers with Clark. While other people seemed to have the
nervous tendency to make small talk in his presence, Clark never did.
If he wanted to say something he did so, and if they were silent, it
was companionable.
And right now it seemed Clark wanted to talk. He just didn't know how
to begin. Lex sat back up and crossed his legs Indian-style. He laid
a hand on Clark's arm and kept it there, rubbing his thumb back and
forth until Clark gathered a deep breath and started talking very
softly.
"I keep having these dreams Lex. There's always a woman in them
holding her arms out to me. At first I could never see her clearly,
but last night the dream was so vivid. She had hazel eyes and dark
hair like mine. They've been bothering me a lot, but it never went
beyond my dreams. When you found me today in the barn I had just been
remembering it." He stopped abruptly and breathed deeply. He felt
resentful that he had to withhold some information about his dreams,
like the woman calling him Kal-El. He didn't think that was a human
name, or word.
Lex sat quietly and sorted through the information. "You said she had
eyes and hair like yours?" At Clark's nod he continued. "Maybe your
subconscious is bringing up your past Clark. Maybe it's a family
member?" He said tentatively. He didn't want to upset Clark anymore
that he was, but that was the most plausible explanation he could
think of, though in Clark's case you never truly knew.
Clark sighed at the thought that had been plaguing him spoken through
Lex's lips. She had seemed so familiar, but he was comfortable with
his Earth's parents. Why was this coming to him so suddenly? He never
remembered dreaming about his birth parents before. He laid back on
the grass close to Lex's jean-clad thigh. Soon Lex laid back down
besides him, scooting down so that their faces were in line with each
other.
"It's okay to think about your birth parents origins Clark. Many
adopted people do. I don't know what your feeling right now, but
whatever it is, maybe it's driving your subconscious to get relief by
any means, including dreams. I know when I dwell on something a lot I
sometimes dream about it. Letting it out will help."
Lex was so close Clark could see the individual pigments in his eyes,
the war between going blue or gray by the light cast into them. The
soft velvet voice lulled him into that trance like state. Without
thinking he leaned forward and caught Lex's lips with his own. He
felt Lex jerk in surprise as Clark put a hand on the back of his head
to keep him from moving away. The other hand was placed on the small
of his back and he was hauled into full contact with Clark's muscular
body and rolled over so that Lex was beneath Clark. He tried to keep
silent, but a moan escaped his lips with Clark's harsh grind into his
hips as impossibly large hands cupped his butt and kneaded the globes
in an erotic rhythm. His legs spread automatically and lifted
slightly in pleasure as he opened his mouth wide gasping for air for
his starved lungs and promptly received tongue stroking his own deep
and deliberately in the rhythm of their hips.
Clark was in whatever nirvana that had been preserved for aliens. The
feel of Lex made him heady. His taste was exquisite like the finest
wine and he drank deeply. He moved against him trying to connect on a
deeper level instinctively. As he strained for more of him, Lex's
opened mouthed pants and groans slowly filtered into the section of
his mind that had been screaming at him since he'd started kissing
Lex, and it screamed louder. 'Your suffocating him!' Clark jerked
back as if slapped and look down at him in horror.
"Oh god," was his mantra as Lex tried to hold onto him as he drew in
great lungfuls so air, tried to keep him from leaving. "I'm so sorry
Lex." And with that he was gone.
Lex sat up dazedly and looked around. Clark was no where to be seen
in the tall grass that was swaying softly in the gentle breeze. He
touched his swollen lips and realized he had seriously underestimated
Clark. He had correctly guessed that Clark liked him, but to take it
to the level he had without even asking was a shock.
The pure dominance that Clark had displayed made him harden even
more. That confused him as well. He was never into being taken, and
had never let anyone do so. He was used to being in control of the
pleasure being given, and taken in each encounter with cold lovers
and unfeeling hearts. Never in his life after his mothered died had
he even thought of letting anyone close enough to mean something to
him. And Clark seemed to be breaking all his rules. 'Clark is more
dangerous than I expected.' He thought as he stood and walked to his
car. He briefly thought of going after Clark, since he couldn't have
gone far, but decided to give the boy some space. He'd call him first
thing tomorrow and talk to him about what happened today.
Lex wondered what drove Clark to practically take him in the middle
of a field into the ground. He shivered in the cool night air,
chilled by it hitting the sweat and heat on his skin that had
lingered long after Clark's touch. Sighing he hopped into the car and
sped away to his castle. A cold shower was definitely in order.
*
Clark was so panicked and distraught he didn't even think about using
his powers to get back to the farm. He scanned the house with his x-
ray and found his parents reading in the living room. He wasn't up to
seeing them, so he headed to the loft to think. 'I'm so screwed,' was
his first reaction. But as he sat and reflected he realized a few
things. One Lex had responded to him. And he knew that if Lex didn't
like something he spoke right up, so his fear of forcing Lex
disappeared. Lex had wanted it, or hadn't minded. He also tried to
hold on to him before he left, Clark was pretty sure he felt pressure
on his shoulders, from Lex's fingers digging into them.
When Lex had said letting it out would help, he'd been ravished for
his advice. Clark knew that wasn't what he meant, but his desire, and
impulses towards him were one of the big things on his mind. He
hadn't told Lex of the dreams that starred him that sometimes came
before the weird ones.
A sudden flash of the woman again and Clark was slapping the side of
his head lightly as if to get it out of his mind. Suddenly his eyes
lost focus and he stood and walked trance like to the storm cellar.
He opened the door that led into it and walked down the steps
flicking on the light. Then he flipped the tarp up off the pod, and
dust flew into the air making him sneeze it back out. The motion
seemed to bring him back to himself, and he looked around at the
cellar and uncovered ship in confusion.
'What am I doing down here?' He thought as his eyes were drawn to the
ship. It was the same as he remembered it the last time he had seen
it. Swirls covered the surface, and the inseam between the pod
opening and the hull was shown by a slightly deeper impression than
the swirls. As he focused on the alien technology he jumped and
almost screamed as the ship hummed and glowed a deep cerulean blue.
It flowed down the swirls and to a point in the center that shimmered
slightly. His mouth dropped open in shock as the long unresponsive
pod came to life. He wanted to go get his parents but he was afraid
it might go offline again if he wasn't there. A hum slightly louder
than the original replaced the sound in the room. Slowly the blue
light pooling into the center of the pod rose up to take the shape of
a woman with flowing hair.
"Kal-El of the clan Qwestine. I am the representation of the memories
of Cresta-Al of the clan Qwestine, your Kryptonian mother."
Clark fell out on the hard cellar floor.