Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER THIRTEEN:  The Plunge

            Clark's tongue sliding against his had been a fleeting inquiry, a worried friend needing more from the relationship, but not wanting to push.

            Lex wanted to push.  Hard.

            He submerged his stiff and aching hand roughly into Clark's silken mane, the glossy texture as intoxicating as any drug Lex had ever taken and certainly more seductive.  As Clark's mouth was already on his, half his work was done.

            A tug on the farmboy's head elicited a deep, lustful moan from Clark and Lex shivered at the shared vibrations. All he wanted was right there, being offered;  given to him without a fight and, for now, without consequence.

            He dipped his tongue into Clark's mouth, letting it stroke its mate.

            Clark trembled above him, shaking, and just held still as Lex kissed him, lips hard, tongue soothing.  He let his fingers run gradually through Clark's hair, soft and at just the right length.  He massaged the scalp beneath his fingertips, winning a whimper for his efforts.

            Clark was above him.  Whimpering because of him.

            His farmboy, best friend, and... lover.

            Jesus, yes.  Oh, Clark.

            He ran his tongue under the roof of Clark's mouth, slow and lightly enough to let it tickle, but with enough pressure that it would be stimulating.

            Clark moaned again and his own tongue came to life, instantly dueling Lex's.  The hand on Lex's head tightened and then released quickly, trailing down Lex's neck and shoulder blades to rest on the small of his back.  The hand pulled him closer, gently, bodies pressing together, and Lex whimpered as Clark massaged his tongue.  He then moaned in disapointment as Clark pulled away.

            The boy rested his forehead on Lex's, closed his eyes and sighed.  "Lex, I thought…"

            For the first time since he'd seen Clark after waking from his... dream, the boy spoke.  His voice was raw and tight, raising already high emotions within Lex.

            Lex pulled back to look at the face of his best friend and the action caused Clark to look at him.  Lex found the eyes red and puffy, the face wet with tears.

            The eye contact helped Clark speak.  His bottom lip trembled.  "Lex, I thought I lost you."

            "You-"

            Clark looked away, reliving, seeing something other than trees behind Lex.  "I wasn't fast enough.  Shawn was there, over you, with his-his-his fucking hands on you."

            Lex blinked in surprise at the anger, the venom.  He'd never seen Clark this way.  There were trembles again, but Lex couldn't take pride in having caused them.

            "He was killing you and I couldn't stop him because I didn't get ther in time."  The anger, quick as it came, was disapating.  "You were th-there and then you were g-gone.  You-"  Tears started to stream down his face as he looked at Lex.  "You said my name."

            Oh, God.  I did.

            "No, no, Clark, it's not-"

            "I tried and tried," he sobbed, oblivious to Lex's words.  "-but you weren't c-coming back, Lex.  You weren't coming back no matter how hard I tried."

            Lex frowned.  "What do you mean?  I'm here.  You saved me.  I'm here, Cl-"

            "I've been trying for more than twenty minutes!"

            Lex, stunned, looked at Clark's shirt, unable for some reason to look into those tear-filled greens.  "What?"

            "Twenty minutes.  I've been doing CPR, trying to keep you alive, but you weren't making any movements.  You weren't moving, Lex, and you were so cold and pale."  Clark's hand moved over his face.  "Are so cold and pale."

            At the touch Lex looked back to his savior.  His eyes welled up at the obvious love and worry, relief and desperation in Clark's face.

            No one cares but him and he's never questioned me.  He just lets me be.

            Twenty minutes.

            That's a long fucking time when you're not exactly having fun.  The seconds go by like hours.

            Situations reversed Lex would have been traumatized.  His best friend, the most important person in the world, lying on the ground, stiff, cold, for all intents and purposes dead.  Lex would have broke down right then.  But Clark had tried everything.  Clark hadn't quit.

            He didn't...

            "You didn't give up."  His voice was squeaking, thinning with the growing emotion, but he didn't care.  "You didn't stop and let me-"

            Clark put one finger to Lex's lips and shook his head furiously.  "Never," he whispered.  "Without you, Lex, I don't know if I could make it."  Clark kissed him lightly on the lips.  "I love you too much to ever lose you."

            Lex closed his eyes and let the tears fall.  He smiled.  He didn't need to be reminded that this was only the second person that ever said those words to him.  They were so perfect coming from Clark.  He knew he'd never have to question them.

            "I love you, too, Clark."  He breathed in.  God damn that felt good.  I felt...  Right.  "I wish there was some more romantic way to say it.  Like what you said."  He opened his eyes about to try and explain how, for once in his life he was less than verbally efficient, less than eloquent to a T, and it was the one time he needed it most.

            The look in Clark's eyes chased all of that away.  It was dark and heated and Lex knew a mere heartbeat before it happened that he was going to be kissed thoroughly.

            Lips met his and he shifted to move closer.  As he shifted, blinding pain and sparks of agony filled his entire being and he screamed into Clark's mouth.
 
 
 
 
 

            TBC Tomorrow...