Clex... mmmmmm....
Dec. 20th, 2002 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceSo, I'm writing to a friend, and commenting on the Lex-Lionel vid to 'Tainted Love' (um, I can't remember who did it, or where we found it, but it's damn good :) And, as invariably happens when I think about Clex, I wandered off into a lovely mental place involving Lex and chocolate sauce. This then evolved into including Clark, a collar and chains. And the next thing I know I'm two pages further into the letter and this is staring back at me.
There's Lex in a collar and chained. And Clark, standing there looking over him, knowing Lex is his, that no one will ever take Lex from him. Because they've tried, tried and failed. The Justice League told him he couldn't keep Lex, that it was wrong, but in the end they folded. Needed Superman too much to let something like Clark keeping a tied and naked Lex in his room to stop them from using his abilities.
And he sees them looking at Lex. Sees Bruce watching Lex as he sits at Clark's feet, bruises the exact shape of Kryptonian fingers adorning the smooth pale skin. Sees Bruce wondering where the Lex he knew went. Wondering what happened to the man with the smart mouth and the quick answer for everything. Wonders what happened to the Lex who once had a man's leg broken for just daring to touch him wrongly. Sees Bruce desperately trying to equate the Lex he knew with the Lex he sees now. The Lex that kneels at Clark's side, all tight trousers and collar and smooth, marred skin shining in the artificial light of the station.
But he knows Bruce can't hope to understand why Lex submits to this, to him. And he knows Lex will never tell. Will never reveal the pact he made. Because who would believe him? Who would believe that Lex Luthor sacrificed himself so that the planet would live? And who would believe that Superman would do such a thing? Superman, who protects Earth. Superman, a key member of the Justice League. Superman, who saves people. Superman, who doesn't set the AI to detonate in an explosion big enough to destroy Antarctica. An explosion large enough to plunge the planet into a nuclear winter unless Lex went against everything he is and supplicates to one man. To Superman. To Kal-El. To *Clark*.
To Clark, who's been in love with Lex since a silver Porsche hurtled off a bridge and sent them both spiralling into a destiny that would forever be entwined. To Clark, who breathed life into Lex's body, placing Clark's mark on him as surely as if it had been branded onto Lex's soul. Clark's breath into Lex's body. Clark's mark onto Lex's soul. Lex's life into Clark's hands. Lex's life to mould and shape. Lex's body to hold and control. Lex's heart to love and keep. The same way Lex has had Clark's heart since that fateful day in Smallville. The day that showed Clark his future was encapsulated in a 6ft, bald millionaire whose smirk sent shivers of lust through the teenaged boy who once thought all his future held was tractors and cows. But he'd known as soon as their eyes met, as soon as their lips touched, as soon as a leather-gloved hand had wrapped around his arm that his future involved Lex. And he'd known that he would move heaven and earth both to make sure Lex was his...
There's Lex in a collar and chained. And Clark, standing there looking over him, knowing Lex is his, that no one will ever take Lex from him. Because they've tried, tried and failed. The Justice League told him he couldn't keep Lex, that it was wrong, but in the end they folded. Needed Superman too much to let something like Clark keeping a tied and naked Lex in his room to stop them from using his abilities.
And he sees them looking at Lex. Sees Bruce watching Lex as he sits at Clark's feet, bruises the exact shape of Kryptonian fingers adorning the smooth pale skin. Sees Bruce wondering where the Lex he knew went. Wondering what happened to the man with the smart mouth and the quick answer for everything. Wonders what happened to the Lex who once had a man's leg broken for just daring to touch him wrongly. Sees Bruce desperately trying to equate the Lex he knew with the Lex he sees now. The Lex that kneels at Clark's side, all tight trousers and collar and smooth, marred skin shining in the artificial light of the station.
But he knows Bruce can't hope to understand why Lex submits to this, to him. And he knows Lex will never tell. Will never reveal the pact he made. Because who would believe him? Who would believe that Lex Luthor sacrificed himself so that the planet would live? And who would believe that Superman would do such a thing? Superman, who protects Earth. Superman, a key member of the Justice League. Superman, who saves people. Superman, who doesn't set the AI to detonate in an explosion big enough to destroy Antarctica. An explosion large enough to plunge the planet into a nuclear winter unless Lex went against everything he is and supplicates to one man. To Superman. To Kal-El. To *Clark*.
To Clark, who's been in love with Lex since a silver Porsche hurtled off a bridge and sent them both spiralling into a destiny that would forever be entwined. To Clark, who breathed life into Lex's body, placing Clark's mark on him as surely as if it had been branded onto Lex's soul. Clark's breath into Lex's body. Clark's mark onto Lex's soul. Lex's life into Clark's hands. Lex's life to mould and shape. Lex's body to hold and control. Lex's heart to love and keep. The same way Lex has had Clark's heart since that fateful day in Smallville. The day that showed Clark his future was encapsulated in a 6ft, bald millionaire whose smirk sent shivers of lust through the teenaged boy who once thought all his future held was tractors and cows. But he'd known as soon as their eyes met, as soon as their lips touched, as soon as a leather-gloved hand had wrapped around his arm that his future involved Lex. And he'd known that he would move heaven and earth both to make sure Lex was his...
