You can't tell on FF.net, but the word above is in HUMONGOUS rainbow colors.  *Sigh*  I am nothing without my CLex.  *Sigh*
AUTHOR'S QUESTION:  Does anyone think this should be rated R?  Or is PG-13 okay?  Just want to make sure that everyone's cool with the rating.  I know really young kids cuss, so I'm not really that worried about "fuck".  But violence wise?  Content?  Please do tell.  Either in your review *hinthint* or in your email *HINTHINT*.  :)
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I fixed the last chapter's little continuity problem.  I said 'Lex felt his jeans tighten.'  I replaced it with 'slacks'.  Sorry about that.
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           Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: A Father's Debt

            "Oh, la, la.  'You taste like heaven, Lex'.  Gag me, please."  Shawn snickered.

            Clark's hands tightened even more on Lex's waist as they both stared, unsure if what they were seeing was real.

            Shawn Kelvin's skin was now a hideously deep blackish blue and his hair was lighting white, standing on end, glistening, encased in ice.  For a moment Lex thought that Shawn's entire body was covered in the sheen, but when the boy's arms crossed, no ice cracked or fell to the ground.  There was just a slight noise, almost a rattle.  It sounded like two ice cube be jossled in hand.

            His whole body's frozen.  Jesus, he's basically walking ice.  What the fuck?  How the hell did this shit happen?

            "You two put on quite the show."  Kelvin smiled smugly.  "You should charge."

            "You're one to talk," breathed Lex.

            Shawn glared at him and moved forward.  Clark stepped in front of Lex, pushing the older boy behind him and cutting off the football player's access.  "I don't think so, Shawn."

            The killer's eyes darkened.  "Oh, so we've got a hero on our hands here.  Real brave man.  Protecting your little bald, girlfriend?"

            Lex rolled his eyes.  "Fuck you, Popsicle.  What flavor are you, again?  Blueberry or licorice?"

            That wasn't childish, he thougth sarcastically.  He was busy wondering just where the hell that came from when Clark's hand found his and squeezed.  He got the hint and chose to shut up, knowing that his mouth often only made matters worse.

            Shawn looked around Clark to find him.  "Wanna come over here and say that, faggot?"

            Clark's hand kept Lex in place.

            Shawn laughed at Lex's lack of reaction and walked slowly towards Clark until they were face to face.  Clark didn't budge, didn't flinch, didn't breath.

            "Let's make a deal, Clarky."  Shawn looked over Clark's shoulder at Lex.  "I just want the cancer patient back there.  A father's sins are revisited on his son.  Or whatever.  It's time for him to pay his father's debt."

            Clark didn't move.  Lex could feel him trembling and at first he thought it was because he was cold or even scared.  He realized it was rage when Clark's hand shot up to grab Shawn tightly by the throat, lifting the boy about four inches off the ground.

            Shawn was easily 170, 190.

            Four inches.  Off the ground.  With.  One.  Hand.

            Wow.

            Lex made a mental note to try his absolute hardest never to piss his best friend off.  Several mental notes.

            "No deal," Clark hissed.  "I should snap your goddamn neck, Shawn."  Lex ran his hand up the boy's back.  It was tense, muscles taut.

            "Clark," he whispered.  "Think about this."  He knew that, personally, he would kill Shawn in a second and would have no regrets, no qualms.  But Clark was a different person.  Clark was pure, and this was part of it.  If he killed Shawn, whether or not the guy deserved death, it would stick on his conscious forever.

            "What is there to talk about?  You'd do it."

            Is it that obvious?

            "Yes, but we're different people.  I'm not a good role model and I don't want to see you do anything you'll regret."

            "There's nothing here to regret."

            "I think there is.  For you."

            "Then go inside, Lex.  You don't have to see it."

            "Yes," Shawn whispered vehemently.  He didn't seem strained or worried at all.  Just amused.  "Go inside.  Run like the prissy daddy's boy you are."

            Lex ignored Shawn and let his fingers tighten on Clark's shoulder.  He noticed that Clark's fingers did the same on Shawn's throat.  "I'm not going anywhere."

            "Lex, for saftey's sake-"

            "No, Clark."  He lowered his voice.  "I thought I lost you once.  It's not happening again."

            "How sweet," Shawn muttered then kicked Clark in the crotch.  Hard.

            Clark cried out in pain and let go of Shawn and Lex's hand, falling to his knees and clutching his groin.  "I'm just not patient enough to deal with this lover-to-lover bullshit."

            Lex looked down at his lover, balled up in excruciating pain, and back at Shawn.  He rushed the football player, slowed slightly because of his bad leg.  The boy held his hand out as Lex came near enough to touch then pushed him backwards.

            Lex flew backwards, too fast to be stunned, and into the brick wall, landing in a heap by the generator.

            For the second time that night Lex Luthor's world went black.
 
 
 
 
 
 

            TBC Tomorrow...