Fic: The Light and the Silence (6/?)
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bagheera_sanDid I ever mention how hard I find it to write long stories without switching POVs? Here's chapter six, with fewer plot twists but more porn. Yes, I said porn ;)
Title: The Light and the Silence (6/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clex, but there are other pairings, slash, het and...um... other.
Fandom: Smallville, a couple of DC characters, inspired by the Man of Steel Annual #3, an Elseworlds Superman story called "Unforgiven", of which I posted scans here.
Genre: AU, science-fiction, action/adventure
Summary:
Six
Kal had no strength left in him to try and question Lex's claim about his father. He didn't protest or thank him when Lex suggested that he get some rest, and once Lex had left, he lay down on the too-soft bed in the large empty room and stared blankly at the ceiling. His mind felt like it had run up against a huge barrier, a dam so mighty that it would take hours, perhaps days, for his confused thoughts to rise far enough to spill over it.
His father. Working with a human conspiracy. Nothing Jor-El had ever done or said had hinted at anything like this. He had been to Earth before the invasion. That was all Kal knew.
And then he kept thinking of other things. All those parents, giving their children away for dangerous experiments. Lex, looking like the soft little boy in the photograph, and Bruce Wayne before all the scars and lost limbs, both eyes human and blue; little Chloe Sullivan, who could have been no more than a baby…
At some point, Kal turned around, curling up on his side with an old, musty pillow clutched to his chest, and fell asleep, squeezing his eyes tightly shut against the rising flood of painful truths.
He didn't know how long he slept. It felt like just a short moment, but his face was sticky and the room nearly dark when he woke because the mattress dipped. What little light there was came from a glowing crystal lamp on the nearby desk, an achingly familiar sight reminding him of home. Lara had told him that on Krypton, all houses and all furniture was made of crystals that grew like plants under Rao's gentle sun, but the crystal fortresses did not grow on Earth; only stunted little crystals survived the deadly yellow light of Sol.
The bed had moved because Lex had come back and now sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, balancing a tray with food and drink.
"Do you feel better today?" he asked. "You looked rather pale yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"You've slept nearly all night." Lex sounded well-rested himself, and quite amused. He had changed his clothing, ditched the rough jacket and torn shirt and pants for a very proper looking dress shirt and cleaner pants. Like this he looked smooth and sleek, and much more comfortable.
"I'm sorry," Kal said groggily, then remembered that he was lying in bed, and quickly sat up, trying to feel dressed and not like something had caught him naked.
The amusement deepened on Lex's face. "You had a very long day and probably a more exciting one than usual, too. There's no need to apologize. It gave me time to take care of our friends from Arkham and talk to a few people here."
"Are they alright? Chloe and Colonel Lane, I mean."
"Lois is still arguing with Vic about the security measures of the rebel base. They get along splendidly. Chloe was just as tired as you were, but Alfred had a look at her and he says she's underfed but essentially fine. He's a good doctor."
"Did you tell Ollie Queen that his parents were part of the resistance?"
"Not yet. What about you, Kal? Do you believe me?"
Did he? It all sounded so… "I don't know. Is he still working with you?"
"We haven't been in contact with Jor-El since the invasion, as far as I know. The question you should ask yourself is, why did he never tell you anything about it? I believe that Jor-El is under a lot of pressure from your government. The Governor Zod and the Science Council either suspect or know that he tried to undermine them, and the real question is perhaps why your father yet lives."
Kal considered that. There was a lot of tension between his father and the Science Council, true. His father had wrongly predicted that Krypton would be destroyed and caused a scandal. This disgrace had never been forgotten. All of Jor-El's powerful friends had turned his back on him, both on Earth and on Krypton. Jor-El never talked about it, but Lara had once or twice mentioned her relatives in Kandor and Argo City who did no longer speak to her because of her husbands failure.
Could it all be a big cover-up? But if Jor-El was a known traitor, why had he not been convicted and sent to the Phantom Zone?
Lex offered food to him. There were small sweet cookies, much like Martha Kent used to make, and pieces of cut fruit. The night outside had paled to a pinkish twilight, softening all the shadows in the room. Kal tried to keep up some decorum, but he had a hard time not simply stuffing himself as quickly as possible. Downing it with a few large gulps of juice, Kal said, "You said I was worth more alive than dead… I don't really know what I can do for you. After what happened, I probably can't even return to Earth."
"But you are willing to help us, aren't you?"
Yes. Yes, Kal was scared of fighting again, but he would help them. He nodded.
"There are three major targets that we've planning to attack for years. Arkham, the metahuman facilities in Belle Reve, and the Science Palace itself. You would help us to free an army of metahumans and capture or kill Governor Zod. It's possible that people would be harmed, even likely. Are you still willing to help us?" Lex was watching him carefully. His suggestion sounded like an offer, something Kal was welcome to refuse. It made him nervous. He wasn't used to being given much choice.
"I - - I can't do any of that. I don't know my way around these places. I'm not a fighter. I can't shoot or - - I've always been bad at physical exercises. I would only be in your way."
Lex took the tray and the cup from Kal and put them away on the table.
"But if you could, you would do it? You don't have to agree, Kal. It's a dangerous plan, and I know you dislike violence. It's one of your most endearing qualities."
"No, I would, Lex, honestly, but I don't think I can – "
Lex gave him a long, searching look, then nodded. "You can. You only have to trust me."
He took something from his pocket and pressed a button. Hardly a minute later, a short, scrawny man came into the room. He had brown hair and a dusting of stubble, and moved with a nervous spring in his step. Lex extinguished the crystal lamp, leaving the room in a thin twilight that barely made it possible to see. Kal tried to get off the bed, but Lex put a hand on his shoulder and forced him gently to stay down. "No one is going to hurt you, Kal."
"What – "
"Kyle, now please."
The scrawny man moved to the bed and gave Kal a curious look and a weak smile. "I need your hand, without the glove, please," he said apologetically.
Kal's heart hammered. He felt cornered and frightened. Although Kyle did not look dangerous, he had something deeply untrustworthy about him and Lex was tense, his face blank and unreadable. "You can still say no," Lex reminded him, but Kal didn't believe it.
With jittery fingers, Kal pried the glove of his bodysuit off his right hand. Lex's squeezed his shoulder. Kyle stepped closer and offered his own hand and another squirrelly smile. Closing his eyes, Kal forced himself to extend his hand and let himself be touched. A warm and surprisingly smooth and dry palm pressed to his, the handshake much more confident that Kal would have expected from such a jumpy man. Calm flooded through him and he smiled and sighed in relief, lying back on the bed. His fear was gone. It took Kal a moment to realize that Kyle had let go of his hand.
"It will last as long as - - as you take," Kyle said, stammering a little. "But as soon as its done he'll be free again – isn't that dangerous? Maybe you should – "
"Thank you, Kyle," Lex said and sounded just a bit threatening. Kal wondered why. This was all very odd. "I don't need any further assistance."
"Right. I'm as good as gone," Kyle said and fled. Kal opened his eyes. Maybe he should sleep some more. Or ask for some of those nice cookies.
Lex stood by the bed, a frown on his face as he looked down at Kal. "There's one thing you forgot to ask me," he said softly. "Didn't you notice that your father was not wearing a bodysuit in the photograph?"
Yes, Kal remembered that photograph. Lots of people in formal human dress. His father, too. That was funny. Jor-El, half-naked in public. He had dark hair. Kal wondered if his own hair was dark, too. He had never undressed anywhere but in a darkroom, shielded from every last ray of deadly yellow sunlight. A shower would be nice now.
"You don't need to wear the bodysuits on Earth, Kal. Or anywhere. Sunlight isn't deadly for Kryptonians, whether it is red or yellow. It's a lie the Science Council has spread to keep your people weak on Earth, because in truth, the yellow sunlight makes you much, much stronger –"
Kal's throat seized tight with terror. He could not move, that he was aware of danger at all required all strength he had. It would be so easy to slip back into mellow calm, but Lex was going to kill him, expose him to sunlight, and there it was, creeping through the transparent part of the wall like poison – with a stifled gasp, Kal managed to squirm on the bed, but that was all. He collapsed, exhausted, his head fuzzy, his concentration slipping - - sunlight - -
Nimble fingers found the places where the bodysuit opened. Lex pulled off the left glove, then the boots, then ran his fingers along the inseam of the tights, opening them and peeling them away. Cotton sheets rubbed against bare skin and a surprised scream rose in Kal's throat but found no way out. Next those hands took his belt, then slipped up his sides and undid the seams there. Finally, Lex slung an arm around Kal's mid to lift him up and pull off the whole upper part of the suit, together with the cowl. Every last piece of protective clothing was gone, and Kal lay on the bed naked, thin and pale, like a turtle peeled out of its shell, dying - - he felt his terror rising, breaking through the surface of calm, his invisible bonds ripping.
But it was too late. The whole wall seemed to dissolve, opaque black glass fading to transparency, and Kal got a fleeting expression of a breathtaking sight, a huge canyon, many miles wide, jagged valleys and shadowed rock formations, and then there was the sun, bright, round, rising above the mountain range on the other side of the canyon, its rays racing towards Kal, blinding him, piercing his skin, burning and searing and suffocating him –
He arched off the bed and keened loudly, but up was down and left was right, his mind ablaze. It would not end, merciful death didn't come, and the pain was so bad he couldn't comprehend it or feel it, it was just an explosion of light and heat, ripping through him with every new second, pulsing in his veins and prickling on his skin.
He was swelling, and thought he had to be burning to a crisp, like a moth near a flame. "Please," he managed to gasp through the maddening brightness. "Please, no, please – "
A hand touched his brow like a tongue of fire, wiping off sweat. Fingers carded gently through his hair.
"… all at once," he heard, the voice echoing and distorted against a cacophony of other noises, thumping and rushing and a hundred lungs sucking in breath, a hundred hearts beating at once, all right next to his ear – "… might be a bit overwhelming – "
And then something touched his lower lip. The cusp of a finger, a scent of sweet fruit, and lightning shooting through his body, tickling his palate and his groin, a thousand silk-thin strands of awareness, of pleasure lighting up all through his body. He moaned and tossed, trying to hide and to open up at the same time. Every muscle in his body seemed to pull and shiver, out of control, as if he was growing again, his arms and his legs bulging, his stomach tightening, but through all that he could feel terrible embarrassing arousal. He wanted to be touched, every last sweaty, burning inch of skin consumed in this sensation, and against the shame and horror, Kal caved. He just wanted it to be over. He knew he would give in, he just wanted it done already, so he no longer had to hold on to virtue.
The fingertips were back, stroking his lips and Lex whispered close by. "…beautiful thing… to good to be true… just looking at you transforms me… dangerous," and more urgently, penetrating Kal's confusion, "You make me forget to be careful."
The first attempt to beg was just a needy animal noise, but then he managed, "Touch me," sure that it was the last thing he would say before he burned to ashes.
The light touch wandered over his cheek, his temple, slid into his hair, and finally cradled his head just as the other hand started to touch him, gliding down his sweat-slick, shivering stomach, narrowly avoiding Kal's cock that curved hard and heavy against his abdomen, finger-tips dipping into the hollow of his hips before they suddenly were on the back of his thigh. Kal could no longer take it. His eyes were wide open and saw nothing but sunlight, and his dying body thrummed with heat. Stroking the back of his knee, Lex lifted Kal's leg up, and arranging him like this, his legs spread, one thigh bent towards his body, Lex stared down at Kal for a long moment, eyes dark with wonder, before he suddenly drew back as if burned. Kal groaned, because, yes, he was burning, incandescent, shot through with sunlight. Through the fringe of his lashes, he saw nothing but the sun, touching him everywhere. It seeped through his skin like gold.
*
He did not sleep. He drifted on waves of dim awareness, and sometimes he noticed a small discomfort, like the sheets sticking to his back and the dryness of his lips, the hunger and thirst, his parched tongue. Death was a desert, infused with sunshine, and it tasted of salt.
Once, Lex brought a wet cloth and wiped Kal's feverish face and his sticky stomach, and instantly lust flared again. If Kal had had words, he would have begged for unspeakable things, but he had none.
"You're fine," Lex soothed. "You're just growing muscles and developing powers. It'll be over in a few hours…"
Kal moved his lips, and was offered a glass of water. Lex held it to his lips and let him drink, then watched him once more. He looked hungry, too, frustrated with hunger. Kal licked his lips, which were wet now and tasted of water, and asked for the one thing he could think of. "Kiss me?"
Lex looked wary. "Are you sure what you're asking for?"
Kal glanced down at himself, his naked, sweaty chest, his long, sprawling legs, his own straining erection. He was sure. Very sure. He had barely lifted his eyes again when there was a cool hand on his hip, close to his groin. Lex's look was challenging, almost grim, and then suddenly he bent down for a crushing, conquering kiss. There teeth clicked against each other, and Lex's tongue roamed his mouth. It didn't feel as sticky as it had looked when Kal had glimpsed Lois and Ollie kissing, instead Lex's tongue was surprisingly hard and strong, and his teeth very present, nipping and biting.
Kal wasn't sure if his groans had been pleas or not, but Lex moved away and settled between his splayed thighs. Touching Kal seemed to cause him no embarrassment – he did not hesitate to wrap his hand fully around his cock and pull, and then there was suddenly another touch, hot and wet, lips and tongue, right there, circling him. He did not let go when Kal arched of the bed and pushed himself up into his mouth, merely opened up and let him in. One, two thrusts and Kal hit the back of his throat. He startled, bucked, shuddered and came quite suddenly, the new sensation ripping away everything but brilliant ecstasy.
Numbly he noticed Lex swallowing around him. Instead of cringing in disgust, he felt a tickle of excitement at the back of his neck. He even opened his eyes and blinked at the sun, not quite able to look down and see himself in Lex's mouth, so he reached with his hand, patting blindly until he found a cheek and a smooth bald head. He rested his hand on the back of Lex's neck, where he could almost feel his pulse and the motion of his throat. Lex remained still under his touch, waiting.
He was sure he should have been exhausted, drained, but while he was thirsty, his body was swollen with energy, soaked with it like a sponge. Barely come down from his peak, he already hardened again. When he Lex let him slip from his mouth and lifted his head, Kal groaned and tightened his hand on Lex's slim neck until he realized that his touch was unnaturally strong, tight enough to bruise, and so he let go regretfully, gasping, "More!"
But Lex moved away, off the bed, deserting him. He trembled and pushed into empty air, then felt the drenched sheet peel off his back as he rolled to his side, trying to rub against the bed to regain some friction at least, but he was clumsy and disoriented, tangling his limbs in the sheets and keened in frustration. Then Lex was back, lifting his head to make him drink again. Kal got two big, hurried gulps, then captured a long finger with his lips, and with sudden dirty inspiration, sucked at it. Lex pulled the finger out, but only a little, and rubbed it against Kal's mouth, slick with saliva.
Kal raised his eyes, saw Lex's face through his sweat-clogged, fluttering lashes, and breathed, "Please, Lex… I can do this for you… what you did… just… give me more? Please?"
"I honestly didn't think this would happen," Lex mused with infuriating calm. Kal moaned, dissatisfied. Then Lex bent close. "You want to suck me?"
Kal gasped something in reply, he really didn't think it was a word. If Lex just kept talking, he might come again just from that. Lex hummed. He seemed to know what his words did to Kal. "You want it so badly? Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?" He seized Kal's chin and pushed two fingers of the same hand into his mouth, thrusting in and out and over his swollen lip in a slow dirty motion. The grip on his chin firm, he tilted Kal's face to make him look at him. The edges of all things still glowed brightly as Kal met his eyes, and saw the fascinated, hungry look in his low-lidded grey eyes as he fucked his mouth with his fingers.
There was a thrum of tension in Lex's touch, some restrained energy, and something almost like anger in his eyes. Quite suddenly, he let go of him, his expression turning nonchalant, as if he had caught himself. "Later," Lex decided. "When you can think straight again. It's better that way."
And then Lex moved from the bed to the chair, and left Kal behind with throbbing lips and aching need. He tried to calm down and remember who he was, why he shouldn't want this, but he wanted it badly. He panted. He squirmed, spread his thighs wide then rubbed them against each other, delighting in the damp slide of skin and skin. In the sunlight, no longer bright enough to drown all colors, Kal's skin looked almost golden-brown now, supple and glistening. He liked it. Rao, he was dirty and depraved, but he liked looking down at himself, with all the rapt fascination of the perverted, liked his legs and the heavy cock on his stomach, long and dark with blood. Only every few weeks Kryptonians needed to seek a dark room and change their clothing. It was a small wonder of science, but Kal liked his body better, it looked real, and powerful, and he decided that it was a wonder of nature.
Unashamed, he touched himself, stroking his stomach, his navel, then cupped his balls. Everything felt bigger and harder about him and so warm, so vibrant, as if he was reflecting all the sunlight –
Turning his face, he found Lex watching him with a small frown creasing his forehead and hunger once more darkening his eyes. Kal smiled, pleasure blooming like fever in him.
Title: The Light and the Silence (6/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clex, but there are other pairings, slash, het and...um... other.
Fandom: Smallville, a couple of DC characters, inspired by the Man of Steel Annual #3, an Elseworlds Superman story called "Unforgiven", of which I posted scans here.
Genre: AU, science-fiction, action/adventure
Summary:
Six
Kal had no strength left in him to try and question Lex's claim about his father. He didn't protest or thank him when Lex suggested that he get some rest, and once Lex had left, he lay down on the too-soft bed in the large empty room and stared blankly at the ceiling. His mind felt like it had run up against a huge barrier, a dam so mighty that it would take hours, perhaps days, for his confused thoughts to rise far enough to spill over it.
His father. Working with a human conspiracy. Nothing Jor-El had ever done or said had hinted at anything like this. He had been to Earth before the invasion. That was all Kal knew.
And then he kept thinking of other things. All those parents, giving their children away for dangerous experiments. Lex, looking like the soft little boy in the photograph, and Bruce Wayne before all the scars and lost limbs, both eyes human and blue; little Chloe Sullivan, who could have been no more than a baby…
At some point, Kal turned around, curling up on his side with an old, musty pillow clutched to his chest, and fell asleep, squeezing his eyes tightly shut against the rising flood of painful truths.
He didn't know how long he slept. It felt like just a short moment, but his face was sticky and the room nearly dark when he woke because the mattress dipped. What little light there was came from a glowing crystal lamp on the nearby desk, an achingly familiar sight reminding him of home. Lara had told him that on Krypton, all houses and all furniture was made of crystals that grew like plants under Rao's gentle sun, but the crystal fortresses did not grow on Earth; only stunted little crystals survived the deadly yellow light of Sol.
The bed had moved because Lex had come back and now sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, balancing a tray with food and drink.
"Do you feel better today?" he asked. "You looked rather pale yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"You've slept nearly all night." Lex sounded well-rested himself, and quite amused. He had changed his clothing, ditched the rough jacket and torn shirt and pants for a very proper looking dress shirt and cleaner pants. Like this he looked smooth and sleek, and much more comfortable.
"I'm sorry," Kal said groggily, then remembered that he was lying in bed, and quickly sat up, trying to feel dressed and not like something had caught him naked.
The amusement deepened on Lex's face. "You had a very long day and probably a more exciting one than usual, too. There's no need to apologize. It gave me time to take care of our friends from Arkham and talk to a few people here."
"Are they alright? Chloe and Colonel Lane, I mean."
"Lois is still arguing with Vic about the security measures of the rebel base. They get along splendidly. Chloe was just as tired as you were, but Alfred had a look at her and he says she's underfed but essentially fine. He's a good doctor."
"Did you tell Ollie Queen that his parents were part of the resistance?"
"Not yet. What about you, Kal? Do you believe me?"
Did he? It all sounded so… "I don't know. Is he still working with you?"
"We haven't been in contact with Jor-El since the invasion, as far as I know. The question you should ask yourself is, why did he never tell you anything about it? I believe that Jor-El is under a lot of pressure from your government. The Governor Zod and the Science Council either suspect or know that he tried to undermine them, and the real question is perhaps why your father yet lives."
Kal considered that. There was a lot of tension between his father and the Science Council, true. His father had wrongly predicted that Krypton would be destroyed and caused a scandal. This disgrace had never been forgotten. All of Jor-El's powerful friends had turned his back on him, both on Earth and on Krypton. Jor-El never talked about it, but Lara had once or twice mentioned her relatives in Kandor and Argo City who did no longer speak to her because of her husbands failure.
Could it all be a big cover-up? But if Jor-El was a known traitor, why had he not been convicted and sent to the Phantom Zone?
Lex offered food to him. There were small sweet cookies, much like Martha Kent used to make, and pieces of cut fruit. The night outside had paled to a pinkish twilight, softening all the shadows in the room. Kal tried to keep up some decorum, but he had a hard time not simply stuffing himself as quickly as possible. Downing it with a few large gulps of juice, Kal said, "You said I was worth more alive than dead… I don't really know what I can do for you. After what happened, I probably can't even return to Earth."
"But you are willing to help us, aren't you?"
Yes. Yes, Kal was scared of fighting again, but he would help them. He nodded.
"There are three major targets that we've planning to attack for years. Arkham, the metahuman facilities in Belle Reve, and the Science Palace itself. You would help us to free an army of metahumans and capture or kill Governor Zod. It's possible that people would be harmed, even likely. Are you still willing to help us?" Lex was watching him carefully. His suggestion sounded like an offer, something Kal was welcome to refuse. It made him nervous. He wasn't used to being given much choice.
"I - - I can't do any of that. I don't know my way around these places. I'm not a fighter. I can't shoot or - - I've always been bad at physical exercises. I would only be in your way."
Lex took the tray and the cup from Kal and put them away on the table.
"But if you could, you would do it? You don't have to agree, Kal. It's a dangerous plan, and I know you dislike violence. It's one of your most endearing qualities."
"No, I would, Lex, honestly, but I don't think I can – "
Lex gave him a long, searching look, then nodded. "You can. You only have to trust me."
He took something from his pocket and pressed a button. Hardly a minute later, a short, scrawny man came into the room. He had brown hair and a dusting of stubble, and moved with a nervous spring in his step. Lex extinguished the crystal lamp, leaving the room in a thin twilight that barely made it possible to see. Kal tried to get off the bed, but Lex put a hand on his shoulder and forced him gently to stay down. "No one is going to hurt you, Kal."
"What – "
"Kyle, now please."
The scrawny man moved to the bed and gave Kal a curious look and a weak smile. "I need your hand, without the glove, please," he said apologetically.
Kal's heart hammered. He felt cornered and frightened. Although Kyle did not look dangerous, he had something deeply untrustworthy about him and Lex was tense, his face blank and unreadable. "You can still say no," Lex reminded him, but Kal didn't believe it.
With jittery fingers, Kal pried the glove of his bodysuit off his right hand. Lex's squeezed his shoulder. Kyle stepped closer and offered his own hand and another squirrelly smile. Closing his eyes, Kal forced himself to extend his hand and let himself be touched. A warm and surprisingly smooth and dry palm pressed to his, the handshake much more confident that Kal would have expected from such a jumpy man. Calm flooded through him and he smiled and sighed in relief, lying back on the bed. His fear was gone. It took Kal a moment to realize that Kyle had let go of his hand.
"It will last as long as - - as you take," Kyle said, stammering a little. "But as soon as its done he'll be free again – isn't that dangerous? Maybe you should – "
"Thank you, Kyle," Lex said and sounded just a bit threatening. Kal wondered why. This was all very odd. "I don't need any further assistance."
"Right. I'm as good as gone," Kyle said and fled. Kal opened his eyes. Maybe he should sleep some more. Or ask for some of those nice cookies.
Lex stood by the bed, a frown on his face as he looked down at Kal. "There's one thing you forgot to ask me," he said softly. "Didn't you notice that your father was not wearing a bodysuit in the photograph?"
Yes, Kal remembered that photograph. Lots of people in formal human dress. His father, too. That was funny. Jor-El, half-naked in public. He had dark hair. Kal wondered if his own hair was dark, too. He had never undressed anywhere but in a darkroom, shielded from every last ray of deadly yellow sunlight. A shower would be nice now.
"You don't need to wear the bodysuits on Earth, Kal. Or anywhere. Sunlight isn't deadly for Kryptonians, whether it is red or yellow. It's a lie the Science Council has spread to keep your people weak on Earth, because in truth, the yellow sunlight makes you much, much stronger –"
Kal's throat seized tight with terror. He could not move, that he was aware of danger at all required all strength he had. It would be so easy to slip back into mellow calm, but Lex was going to kill him, expose him to sunlight, and there it was, creeping through the transparent part of the wall like poison – with a stifled gasp, Kal managed to squirm on the bed, but that was all. He collapsed, exhausted, his head fuzzy, his concentration slipping - - sunlight - -
Nimble fingers found the places where the bodysuit opened. Lex pulled off the left glove, then the boots, then ran his fingers along the inseam of the tights, opening them and peeling them away. Cotton sheets rubbed against bare skin and a surprised scream rose in Kal's throat but found no way out. Next those hands took his belt, then slipped up his sides and undid the seams there. Finally, Lex slung an arm around Kal's mid to lift him up and pull off the whole upper part of the suit, together with the cowl. Every last piece of protective clothing was gone, and Kal lay on the bed naked, thin and pale, like a turtle peeled out of its shell, dying - - he felt his terror rising, breaking through the surface of calm, his invisible bonds ripping.
But it was too late. The whole wall seemed to dissolve, opaque black glass fading to transparency, and Kal got a fleeting expression of a breathtaking sight, a huge canyon, many miles wide, jagged valleys and shadowed rock formations, and then there was the sun, bright, round, rising above the mountain range on the other side of the canyon, its rays racing towards Kal, blinding him, piercing his skin, burning and searing and suffocating him –
He arched off the bed and keened loudly, but up was down and left was right, his mind ablaze. It would not end, merciful death didn't come, and the pain was so bad he couldn't comprehend it or feel it, it was just an explosion of light and heat, ripping through him with every new second, pulsing in his veins and prickling on his skin.
He was swelling, and thought he had to be burning to a crisp, like a moth near a flame. "Please," he managed to gasp through the maddening brightness. "Please, no, please – "
A hand touched his brow like a tongue of fire, wiping off sweat. Fingers carded gently through his hair.
"… all at once," he heard, the voice echoing and distorted against a cacophony of other noises, thumping and rushing and a hundred lungs sucking in breath, a hundred hearts beating at once, all right next to his ear – "… might be a bit overwhelming – "
And then something touched his lower lip. The cusp of a finger, a scent of sweet fruit, and lightning shooting through his body, tickling his palate and his groin, a thousand silk-thin strands of awareness, of pleasure lighting up all through his body. He moaned and tossed, trying to hide and to open up at the same time. Every muscle in his body seemed to pull and shiver, out of control, as if he was growing again, his arms and his legs bulging, his stomach tightening, but through all that he could feel terrible embarrassing arousal. He wanted to be touched, every last sweaty, burning inch of skin consumed in this sensation, and against the shame and horror, Kal caved. He just wanted it to be over. He knew he would give in, he just wanted it done already, so he no longer had to hold on to virtue.
The fingertips were back, stroking his lips and Lex whispered close by. "…beautiful thing… to good to be true… just looking at you transforms me… dangerous," and more urgently, penetrating Kal's confusion, "You make me forget to be careful."
The first attempt to beg was just a needy animal noise, but then he managed, "Touch me," sure that it was the last thing he would say before he burned to ashes.
The light touch wandered over his cheek, his temple, slid into his hair, and finally cradled his head just as the other hand started to touch him, gliding down his sweat-slick, shivering stomach, narrowly avoiding Kal's cock that curved hard and heavy against his abdomen, finger-tips dipping into the hollow of his hips before they suddenly were on the back of his thigh. Kal could no longer take it. His eyes were wide open and saw nothing but sunlight, and his dying body thrummed with heat. Stroking the back of his knee, Lex lifted Kal's leg up, and arranging him like this, his legs spread, one thigh bent towards his body, Lex stared down at Kal for a long moment, eyes dark with wonder, before he suddenly drew back as if burned. Kal groaned, because, yes, he was burning, incandescent, shot through with sunlight. Through the fringe of his lashes, he saw nothing but the sun, touching him everywhere. It seeped through his skin like gold.
*
He did not sleep. He drifted on waves of dim awareness, and sometimes he noticed a small discomfort, like the sheets sticking to his back and the dryness of his lips, the hunger and thirst, his parched tongue. Death was a desert, infused with sunshine, and it tasted of salt.
Once, Lex brought a wet cloth and wiped Kal's feverish face and his sticky stomach, and instantly lust flared again. If Kal had had words, he would have begged for unspeakable things, but he had none.
"You're fine," Lex soothed. "You're just growing muscles and developing powers. It'll be over in a few hours…"
Kal moved his lips, and was offered a glass of water. Lex held it to his lips and let him drink, then watched him once more. He looked hungry, too, frustrated with hunger. Kal licked his lips, which were wet now and tasted of water, and asked for the one thing he could think of. "Kiss me?"
Lex looked wary. "Are you sure what you're asking for?"
Kal glanced down at himself, his naked, sweaty chest, his long, sprawling legs, his own straining erection. He was sure. Very sure. He had barely lifted his eyes again when there was a cool hand on his hip, close to his groin. Lex's look was challenging, almost grim, and then suddenly he bent down for a crushing, conquering kiss. There teeth clicked against each other, and Lex's tongue roamed his mouth. It didn't feel as sticky as it had looked when Kal had glimpsed Lois and Ollie kissing, instead Lex's tongue was surprisingly hard and strong, and his teeth very present, nipping and biting.
Kal wasn't sure if his groans had been pleas or not, but Lex moved away and settled between his splayed thighs. Touching Kal seemed to cause him no embarrassment – he did not hesitate to wrap his hand fully around his cock and pull, and then there was suddenly another touch, hot and wet, lips and tongue, right there, circling him. He did not let go when Kal arched of the bed and pushed himself up into his mouth, merely opened up and let him in. One, two thrusts and Kal hit the back of his throat. He startled, bucked, shuddered and came quite suddenly, the new sensation ripping away everything but brilliant ecstasy.
Numbly he noticed Lex swallowing around him. Instead of cringing in disgust, he felt a tickle of excitement at the back of his neck. He even opened his eyes and blinked at the sun, not quite able to look down and see himself in Lex's mouth, so he reached with his hand, patting blindly until he found a cheek and a smooth bald head. He rested his hand on the back of Lex's neck, where he could almost feel his pulse and the motion of his throat. Lex remained still under his touch, waiting.
He was sure he should have been exhausted, drained, but while he was thirsty, his body was swollen with energy, soaked with it like a sponge. Barely come down from his peak, he already hardened again. When he Lex let him slip from his mouth and lifted his head, Kal groaned and tightened his hand on Lex's slim neck until he realized that his touch was unnaturally strong, tight enough to bruise, and so he let go regretfully, gasping, "More!"
But Lex moved away, off the bed, deserting him. He trembled and pushed into empty air, then felt the drenched sheet peel off his back as he rolled to his side, trying to rub against the bed to regain some friction at least, but he was clumsy and disoriented, tangling his limbs in the sheets and keened in frustration. Then Lex was back, lifting his head to make him drink again. Kal got two big, hurried gulps, then captured a long finger with his lips, and with sudden dirty inspiration, sucked at it. Lex pulled the finger out, but only a little, and rubbed it against Kal's mouth, slick with saliva.
Kal raised his eyes, saw Lex's face through his sweat-clogged, fluttering lashes, and breathed, "Please, Lex… I can do this for you… what you did… just… give me more? Please?"
"I honestly didn't think this would happen," Lex mused with infuriating calm. Kal moaned, dissatisfied. Then Lex bent close. "You want to suck me?"
Kal gasped something in reply, he really didn't think it was a word. If Lex just kept talking, he might come again just from that. Lex hummed. He seemed to know what his words did to Kal. "You want it so badly? Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?" He seized Kal's chin and pushed two fingers of the same hand into his mouth, thrusting in and out and over his swollen lip in a slow dirty motion. The grip on his chin firm, he tilted Kal's face to make him look at him. The edges of all things still glowed brightly as Kal met his eyes, and saw the fascinated, hungry look in his low-lidded grey eyes as he fucked his mouth with his fingers.
There was a thrum of tension in Lex's touch, some restrained energy, and something almost like anger in his eyes. Quite suddenly, he let go of him, his expression turning nonchalant, as if he had caught himself. "Later," Lex decided. "When you can think straight again. It's better that way."
And then Lex moved from the bed to the chair, and left Kal behind with throbbing lips and aching need. He tried to calm down and remember who he was, why he shouldn't want this, but he wanted it badly. He panted. He squirmed, spread his thighs wide then rubbed them against each other, delighting in the damp slide of skin and skin. In the sunlight, no longer bright enough to drown all colors, Kal's skin looked almost golden-brown now, supple and glistening. He liked it. Rao, he was dirty and depraved, but he liked looking down at himself, with all the rapt fascination of the perverted, liked his legs and the heavy cock on his stomach, long and dark with blood. Only every few weeks Kryptonians needed to seek a dark room and change their clothing. It was a small wonder of science, but Kal liked his body better, it looked real, and powerful, and he decided that it was a wonder of nature.
Unashamed, he touched himself, stroking his stomach, his navel, then cupped his balls. Everything felt bigger and harder about him and so warm, so vibrant, as if he was reflecting all the sunlight –
Turning his face, he found Lex watching him with a small frown creasing his forehead and hunger once more darkening his eyes. Kal smiled, pleasure blooming like fever in him.
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Date: 2007-09-13 05:48 pm (UTC)*is really enjoying this AU*
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Date: 2007-09-13 06:34 pm (UTC)I love authors who manage to come up with creative little details in which Clark is different from humans. The problem is to find the balance: in all the ways that really count, Clark is surprisingly human. I think it's a testimony to the Kents' dissembling skills that they managed to treat him as if he really *was* a human and consequently he became one.