Romany (romanyg) wrote,

Fic: "One Flew East, One Flew West", Part Two

I make promises to continue...and I deliver! Heh. Imagine that.

Title: One Flew East, One Flew West, Part Two
Author: Romany
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lex/Lana, Clark/Lex, others--but only in Lex's head
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Length: 1191 words
Spoilers: future fic, post S6, no unaired spoilers
Warnings: het, slash, angst.
Disclaimer: Not mine, seriously. All belongs to Al & Miles, WB/CW and DC Comics.

Summary: Lex gets what he wants. He should be happy.

continued from part one

Somewhere, a bird complained in the brush. His coat hot and binding, he attempted breath underneath some two-hundred pounds of still confused man. His hands bound by the wrist above his head with one large hand. The distance between two points met here, yards away from an abandoned car and hidden in the yellowing grass. No choice but to meet rough lips and breathe into them until a breath, a sigh, answered him: acquiescence and life and wonder and need. Lex just thrust up and rolled until he found himself above and flinging his coat aside.

"Lex..." Clark said, as his hands brushed his back.

"Shhhh..." he replied, not wanting words. Words would become questions and doubts, a necessary distance, the clothing of pain. And here, that distance didn't exist, just his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as his mouth met neck and jaw and lips.

Shirt finally open, he rucked up Clark's until skin lay against skin. No time for lingering or thought. He bucked down and lifted away just enough to find buttons and zippers, undo them, until their two hard cocks were firm in his hand. Just slight movement and how they fit and Clark's eyes half-lidded but open, so wanton and wonderful beneath.

This might be all they could have so Lex made no attempt to slither down and take him in his mouth, no attempt to rise and place himself in Clark's, their tongues busy with skin and mouth and enough. Enough that Clark didn't thrust him away but merely up into his hand, his guiding hand.

And here, if he could listen beyond rising breath, the sound of tongue and teeth and skin, Lex would hear crickets and birds and creatures of the ground. Off in the distance, a stream of water, tributary of the very river where their bodies first met, cried against the stones' refusal of it. Just time and water and his heart carving a journey through the land towards a distant sea. Rush and rising, erosion, the rhythm of blood through his four-chambered heart and Clark's name in each and every one.

"Clark..." Too soon, too soon, his body only human, Lex came and fluttered down, muttering the only word, the only name left to him, and it was not his own.

But Clark came soon after, hips rising one last time, following, always knowing where to find him. "Lex..." he said as he settled back down to the ground, closing his eyes, retreating into bliss.

Aftershock and murmurs, hands still a caress, Lex lay upon him and didn't move to adjust himself to any point of comfort. His ear, pressed to Clark's chest, listened to the heart within it wind down into a steadier, gentler rhythm.

But time, not allowing for wastrels and stragglers, did not let Lex keep this moment. Clark opened his eyes, sighed and whispered, "Lex, what are we going to do?"

Head still against that broad chest, Lex laughed quietly and said, "I think we already did it, Clark."

"Yeah, I guess we did," he said, hands absently stroking Lex's back.

"It's called afterglow," Lex said as he shifted and looked into those amazing eyes. "Let's just enjoy it, Clark. While we can."

Pain replaced contentment in those eyes, shifting from green to blue and back again. "It's called cheating, Lex. It's also called a mistake," he said as he gently pushed Lex aside and he rolled away and up. He stood, pulling his boxers up, and rebuttoned his jeans. "Come on," he said, offering a hand. "I still need to take you home."

"Don't," Lex said when all he wanted to say was 'please' and pull Clark back down. He stood and zipped himself back up, picked up his coat. He closed his eyes and breathed in. They still reeked of sex. He rebuttoned his shirt, heedless of the mess, evidence of what they'd done and what he didn't regret.

And before he could catch it, "In a hurry to get back and fuck Lois?" flew out of his mouth.

Clark's eyes narrowed. "No, I'm in a hurry to get you back to your wife and child. Remember them, Lex?" And he stormed back to the shoulder of the road and the waiting car.

"Don't you dare get back in that car, Clark! You want to talk? Fine, let's talk. Now."

Clark turned, angry, but didn't open the door. "Yeah, Lex, let's talk."

Lex caught up with him, stood just inches away, gazed up into that gorgeous face. "You want to know what the mistake is? The only mistake is that we didn't do this long ago." He leaned in and brushed those lips that had been passionate just a few yards away. "This isn't a one-time deal, Clark. There is no going back."

Clark laughed. "Just once, you said. God, Lex, you're such a liar."

"And you're not? Our whole relationship is built on lies, Clark. The only difference is that I don't care what you are anymore," he said.

Clark leaned against the car, crossed his arms. "Really? And what am I, Lex? I'd like to know."

He could say that he was just another meteor mutant, possessed abilities that Lex could still only guess. He could say that he was a god masquerading as a man, one that he tore down from a makeshift cross and held in his arms briefly. He could say that he was a liar and a hypocrite and a hero. But all of these were only partially true. "You're Clark," he finally said. "And I need you."

Clark relaxed and softened, arms falling to his side, repeating what he said in the field. "Lex, what are we going to do?"

Lex stepped into those arms, felt them close around him, embrace him. Once again, he listened to Clark's heart skitter and jump in his chest. "I don't know, Clark. We'll figure it out as we go." He could hear Clark's heart leap at his words and his own leapt to meet it.

Of all the keys in his possession, of all the doors that remained locked and needed to be opened, this embrace, this admission in a field of no particular destination would suffice. Would have to. For now.

Clark lifted his chin and kissed him. "Lex, we can't stay here. We've got people waiting for us."

And they could wait longer. Lex could pull Clark back into that field and beyond. Move into the distant trees and live like wild men on berries and each other. Let the world forget about them, abandon them as it had done so many times before.

"I know, Clark. Let's go," he said, stepping back and away.

Clark moved around to the driver's side and climbed in. Lex opened the passenger door and buckled his seatbelt. He placed a hand on that knee and smiled as Clark started the ignition, put the car into gear and pulled back onto the road. Destination, Lex's life and then Clark back to his: women and apologies and the field just a distant point, fading in the horizon.
Tags: fic, fic excerpt, sv, sv fic: one flew east one flew west, sv/dcu fic, wip
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