Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR:  The Everyman Shakespeare and a Happy Adieu

            He couldn't help it.  His curiosity was getting the better of him as it always did.  "Why do you like Lana so much?"

            Clark sighed.  "I was really hoping we wouldn't have to discuss that."

            Lex stopped walking and looked up at Clark who- by the fact that his arm was practically attached to Lex's waist- had to stop, too.

            “So you do?”

            Clark frowned.  “Do what?”

            Lex detached himself from Clark’s grasp and stumbled ahead.  “Love her,” he muttered.

            “Lex, wait a minute.”

            I thought…

            --- Forget Lana, forget the pretense of anything else.  This was a friendship farther outside anything he'd never known, and never wanted to.  This was it.
            He loved Lex Luthor. ---
           --- "Without you, Lex, I don't know if I could make it."  Clark kissed him.  "I love you too much to ever lose you." ---

            Lex turned back to a confused Clark, his view swaying a bit, ready to apologize.  The next thing he knew he was wrapped in warm arms and there was a breeze.

            He opened his eyes to find himself sitting outside the front gate.

            Still in the warm arms.

            He looked around.  “Clark, did you just-“

            “Yes.”

            "I started to fall?"

            "Yes."

            He nodded.  “So, I didn’t just black out.”

            “Guess not.”

            There was something to Clark’s voice that at first he couldn’t quite place, but then it came to him.  Hurt.  And he realized why.

            I doubted him.  Even if just for a second.

            “Christ.  I’m such an idiot,” he said, his word slurring slightly.

            “Why’s that, Lex?”

            “Because I thought you were in love with Lana.”

            “Well, I'm-“

            “But you’re not,” he continued, ignoring Clark.  He wanted the boy to know he understood without having to be told.  “You just love her.  Like your friends and family right?”

            “Mmm-hmm.”

            He sighed and stared ahead, eyes becoming heavy.  “I’m gonna get jealous, Clark.  Easily.  Now, that I have you…  I’ll never be able to believe that you’re all for me.  You and your hero complex, your sweet ideology and belief in everyone around you.  Your lips and your body.”

            He could practically hear the blood rushing to Clark’s cheeks.

            “And your blushes.”

            “Bite me.”  There was a grin in his voice and Lex was relieved to no end to hear it.

            “Later," he promised.  "Although you probably won’t want me to bite when I take you in my mouth.”  Lex felt Clark pull in a quick, shallow breath and hold it.  “It might be a very sensitive area.”  He ran his hand up Clark’s inner thigh and felt a shudder.

            “My point, Clark, is that I’ll never be able to fully believe that I’m going to be good enough for or to you.  Well, maybe not never, but not for a long time.  So, I’ll wonder if you’ll find someone else. If you’ll get tired of me and just kick me out of your life.”

            “Lex, I-“

            “Just promise me one thing, Kent.”

            He felt Clark’s arms wrapping tighter around him.  “Anything.”

            “That you’ll wait out my stupidity.”

            He felt hot breath on the back of his neck.  “By yonder blessed moon I vow-“

            Lex smiled.

            “-that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-”

            “Oh, swear not by the moon,” he began.  “The inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

            Clark laughed a little.  “What shall I swear by?”

            “Do not swear at all,” he continued.  “Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I’ll believe thee.”

            “I swear. Lex.  Forever.”

            Clark’s tongue was on his neck and he shivered.  “God.”

            “I love you.”

            “I love you, too,” Lex panted.  “Forget the rest of the scene?”

            “Yeah,” Clark admitted sheepishly.  “I only really remembered that one part because Chloe- despite her adamant arguments to the contrary- became very obsessed with Leonardo DeCaprio.”

            “Gag me.”

            "Four about six months."

            "Oh, God."

            “She rewound that scene about a million times.  Ruined that part of the tape.  Can't believe it now though, and would die if anyone knew.”

            Lex smirked, realizing he had to find out just when Ms. Sullivan’s birthday was.  You could rewatch scenes on a DVD as much as you wanted.  They lasted forever.

            He yawned and shut his eyes.

            “Lex?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Stay awake with me here, okay?”

            Lex shook his head.  Clark was too warm and the world too fuzzy.  “Nope, ya-dope.”

            “Great,” Clark whispered.  “You’ve had a concussion.  Come on.  Stay awake.”

            “I know the drill, Clark.  I’ve been knocked out before.”

            Clark’s arms loosened.  “Then you know to stay awake.”

            “I’ve never gone into shook before.”

            “They’ll only be a couple more minutes.”

            “Good,” he said, snuggling into Lex’s chest.  “Then I can go to sleep now and it’ll be safe.”

            One of Clark’s hands was suddenly in his pants, dipping under the elastic of his boxer-briefs.  “What were you saying?”

            Lex thought a minute.  “I’m getting mighty sleepy here, Clark.  I *yawn* don’t know if I can stay awake much longer.”

            The other hand slipped under Clark’s jacket- still keeping Lex warm- and pinched Lex’s nipple.  He gasped.

            “Lex?”

            No answer.  Clark’s othe hand crept into action, the forefinger scraping lightly against Lex’s heated bulge.

            Lex bit down a moan and began to snore.

            Clark’s hand wrapped around him and he shoved back up against Clark, feeling Clark’s own desire pressing up against his lower back.

            All was definitely right with the world.
 
 

            FIN