Lex Luthor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
capable_of) wrote2009-05-24 12:19 am
capable_of) wrote2009-05-24 12:19 am
Dated to May 1st/2nd, 2009
When Clark drags Lex back to the empty hut he'd been keeping him in after their rushed nuptials, Lex tries to get his end of the deal from Clark, but ends up with a startling realization instead, right as a drunk Clark falls asleep.
The next morning, Clark is back to normal and freaking out, when Anatoly comes to Lex's rescue.
Clark wasn't exactly sober at this point. So, at the moment, everything was just a little brighter, a little shinier, and a little funnier. A part of him wasn't even sure if what had just happened actually happened. Like it was all some weird dream after a night of bad pizza. He tugged on Lex's hand as he entered the random hut, which was thankfully empty, and maneuvered them toward the bathroom where he flopped onto the bed, tossing his flip flops off to the side.
Now on the bed in nothing but a pair of jeans, Clark tried not to laugh. "So, Mr. Kent," he said as he snicker, because Clark was not becoming a Luthor, "what now?" He yawned slightly as he arched his back and ran his fingers through his hair.
Unable to do anything but follow Clark, Lex's jaw was tight as he let himself be tugged inside the empty hut. He was married to Clark Kent. Not even Smallville weirdness could compare to that fact in his brain and the heart ache in his heart.
Lex watched Clark carefully as he flopped down on the bed, both appreciating the sight and watching it warily. This was still a very drunk, acting strangely Clark who already proved he could abduct him without a problem. Despite the assurance he assumed the marriage now afforded him, Clark was still dangerous. Balancing easily despite his hands being tied together in front of him, he toed off his own shoes and sat down on the bed next to Clark, giving the outward appearance of this being a normal situation. "That depends. You promised me the truth. Unless you had something else in mind..." He was almost afraid to ask.
Clark just chuckled. "Something just tells me you only married me to indulge your obsession with my secrets." His eyes closing, breathing carefully, and brushed his fingers against his chest.
Lex raised an eyebrow, his eyes only glancing at what Clark's hand was doing. "I said as much before we did it. Did you expect something else?" He paused before adding, "Perhaps what you were after in the club?
Clark shook his head. "No, Lex," Clark replied. "I would expect that from you." That was the problem, wasn't it? How far Lex was willing to go? At least he didn't nearly die this time. Clark just used him to get to his answers. What did it matter, though? Really? "Were you expecting me to want something else?" He smirked, drawing his fingers from his chest and grazed them along his abdomen slowly until his thumb hooked underneath the button of his jeans and his hand rested.
"I don't have to expect, unless your need for privacy two days ago and the fact that your practically fondling yourself mean nothing?" Lex wished Clark would just say it.
"Lex." Clark sighed heavily. "One day, your obsession with finding the truth is going to fuck you over. You know that?" He shook his head gently. He laughed, then. "But then again there are some things that aren't so horrible for you to wonder about." He tilted his head. "When you hadn't turned into a girl," he began, "what did you think about doing to me?" He smirked. "Prid pro quo, Clarice. Prid pro quo."
"There is nothing wrong with the truth Clark." Lex said a bit defensively. "Especially when everyone pegs you as a liar." And once again Lex mentally thanked his dad for that wonderful legacy. Of course, then he narrowed his eyes at Clark, moving one leg onto the bed so he could better turn to face him. "Excuse me?"
"Was that too hard a question for you?" Clark was mildly amused. "I mean aside from putting me up in that room of yours devoted to figuring out what I was trying to hide so you could study me some more." Clark was, of course, being sarcastic and made it sound as if he hadn't meant it. He was laughing, of course. But he did mean it. If given the chance, why wouldn't Lex want to put him under a microscope?
It was still a low blow for Lex. He had only ever shown that room to Helen and look where that had gotten him? He had no doubt that it had played a part in his almost fatal plane crash that had ended up with him here instead. "What do you want me to say to you Clark? That I'm in love with you? Well I was." He spat the last bitterly and so full of uncommon emotion for him that he almost missed exactly what he'd said. Lex blinked and kind of stared at Clark for a moment. Was.
In the amount of time that it had taken Clark to say something, and Lex to respond, Clark had begun to drift off. So, by the time Lex gave his admission, Clark was so very close to sleep. "Loved you, too," he murmured slowly, "you broke..." Clark rolled onto his side, his hand brushing against Lex's, now fast asleep.
For the longest time, Lex could only sit and stare at the boy who'd meant so much to him. He'd done everything for Clark since arriving in Smallville, from being his friend to protecting him. Clark was everything Lex wished he could be and who he'd wanted to prove himself to. But...it was a shock for Lex to realize that he wasn't anymore. Carefully moving forward so as not to wake Clark, Lex moved his bound hands to lightly touch his face. "You meant the world to me, but I'm not in love with you anymore Clark," He said softly to himself, stroking a bit of black hair behind the other's ear. "I'm in love with Anatoly now. He is...everything." It was almost a relief to say it out loud, even if the only other person present was asleep. With a soft sigh, Lex settled down beside Clark on his side, watching him sleep for a long while before drifting off himself.
Clark ached. Not in that 'I just ran a mile and I feel the burn' kind of ache, but some other foreign ache he didn't quite no. He shifted in the bed and groaned, his head throbbing, his eyes blurring at the bright light streaming in, with a thick and gross taste in his mouth. Alcohol. This was a hang over. He'd heard enough about it to know that much. What the hell happened last night? He shifted and suddenly felt someone next to him. He did his best to focus and noticed... "What the..." He moved too fast, too soon, and suddenly he fell to the ground, and he let out another painful groan. Damn it, he thought, what the hell did you do? A horrible sinking feeling began at the pit of his stomach.
It was Clark speaking and falling off the bed that woke Lex. Waking up next to another man wasn't new for Lex, but everything else was about it was all wrong, so he snapped awake quickly like he used to at home, none of the slow, safe coming awake he was used to here. He quickly sat up, leaned on his still bound hands to look over at where Clark had fallen. "Clark? Are you alright?" He was immediately on his guard again. After a full night's sleep and a no doubt killer hangover, he was almost afraid of what this strangely acting Clark would want next.
Clark back up to his feet as quick as he could and flushed. Where was his shirt? He grabbed the pillow and hugged it for a moment as he looked up around. "I." What did he even say at this point? "I have to go." His eyes were wide, he was confused, and suddenly felt highly embarrassed. Slowly, things he'd done were starting to come back to him. Jesus, he was going to be sick.
Oh shit. Lex would know that panicked look anywhere. This was normal, farmboy Clark. He held out his hands from where he sat on that bed, in a gesture for Clark to stop. "Clark wait! It's alright! Just...come sit down."
Anatoly hoped, with every fiber of his being, that Cassie's lead was right and this hut was where Lex had been taken. He'd spent one long sleepless night without him, and it was, without a doubt, the worse night he'd ever spent. Another night like it might well kill him, or so he thought. He hesitated briefly before peering in cautiously and was rewarded by the sight of his beloved. All else faded, even the person next to him as he rushed to his side.
The sound. It hurt. He leaned against the wall, placed his head in his hand, and tried to stop the pounding. God, why the hell did people like to drink so much? How was this even worth a night of ridiculous antics and laughter? He just wanted to go crawl into bed and die. Never drinking again, he thought. Never. Still, the situation was awkward. Or at least, it would have been if he was even remotely paying attention to Anatoly and Lex. For now, he was mostly trying to get the world to stop spinning and trying to remember where the rest of his clothes were and definitely not thinking about the possible implication of what that might mean and why the hell were Lex's hands tied up? Oh God, he thought, trying not to vomit.
Lex's brain noted that Clark was still there, leaning against that wall, but that was all the attention he could afford to give the teenager once Anatoly came bursting in the door. Lex didn't think he'd ever been so glad to see anyone in his life as when his already reaching out bound hands grabbed hold of one of Anatoly's. "Tolya...thank god" He said with no small amount of relief. Anatoly was here and Clark was back to normal. Clark...shit. He glanced around Anatoly to where Clark was leaning against the wall, obviously on the verge of freaking out. Did he remember everything that had happened? Suddenly Lex was nervous as well, hoping Clark wouldn't say anything. Lex had enough explaining to do as it was.
"Sascha, my love,," Anatoly knelt before him, too overcome with relief that Lex was safe to realize what he was saying. He gripped Lex's hand tightly for a moment, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clark huddled against the wall and he stood, the relief giving way to cold fury. "You utter bastard," he said as he advanced towards him, too angry to speak anything but Russian. "It wasn't enough you had to torment me at the club? You had to take my Lex as well? If you ever touch him again, I swear to you, it will be the last thing you ever do." To make his point clear, he swung a fist at Clark's jaw.
Clark was too focused on how shitty he was feeling and trying to remember the last three days that he hadn't quite been able to decipher the Russian being spat out at him (was it even a language? Was he so out of it that he couldn't process what was being said?) and teetered as Anatoly's fist connected, luckily the wall was there to "cushion" his fall as he slammed against it, letting out another groan. Just another ache in the growing number of painful sensations at the moment.
Oh jesus.
While Lex was touched at Anatoly's violent reaction, the man looked absolutely beautiful all fired up like that, he knew Clark would be eating himself up with what had happened over the last few days with his mammoth sized guilt complex and Lex figured he didn't need any physical pain to go along with it. Not with the hangover he was no doubt sporting, since Lex had watched him consume a good amount of alcohol yesterday. Mostly while sitting in his lap. Shaking his head to focus, Lex struggled to stand without his hands for much balance. "Tolya, don't. He's back to normal." He said in quick Russian as he took a step to grab his elbow in his hands to stop another punch.
While Lex's heart was racing from the excitement, and Anatoly's quickly spoken word so soon after his revelation from the night before, he kept his voice calm and controlled to sooth the angry Russian. "It's alright. I'm flattered, but I'm safe now. You don't have to worry about Clark anymore." And Anatoly had no idea how many ways that was true.
The touch to Anatoly's elbow reminded him of the more important issue, Lex's well-being, and he tore himself away from Clark. He'd made his thoughts perfectly clear, after all, and he was in no mood for discussions or apologies. Not now, at any rate.
He pressed a soft kiss to Lex's forehead then applied himself to untying the rope binding his wrists together, swearing under his breath all the while. "Are you alright, really?"
Lex sighed the relief when the ropes binding his wrists fell away. After almost an entire day bound in some way, it felt wonderful to be free of any and all ropes. He gave Anatoly a happy and relieved smile. "I am. He didn't hurt me. We just...had some things to discuss." It was the nicest way to put it. He knew he needed to check on Clark but first thing was first. A newly freed hand made its way up into familiar curls and he kissed Anatoly like he'd wanted too during the entire ordeal. When he pulled away, he said softly, "Clark is hungover and knowing him, feeling entirely too guilty then he needs too. Let me deal with him, then I want nothing more then to go home with you." Another soft kiss and a stroke of curls and then Lex stepped away and towards Clark.
"Clark...are you alright? Do you need help getting to the clinic or home?"
It was a rush of images. Enough images that would, for one, give him enough trauma to last a life time and enough to get him grounded for life. The last image, though, was enough to make gasp far too loud and his eyes widen far too much and, without thinking, exclaim, "We got married?!" Oh, Jesus, not again. He was so going to throw up.
Anatoly stared at them both, unable to believe what he'd heard. "Married? What - just what happened?" There was a reason for this, he was sure. He couldn't imagine that Lex would just do this out of the blue, not after all that had transpired between them, and certainly not if Clark was not himself. He was tempted to hit something (or someone again) but his earlier rage had all but passed. He just wanted answers, now.
Closing his eyes, Lex took a deep breath to keep his composure. He was going to tell Anatoly about what had happened to spare him finding out like this but Clark had taken that decision out of his hands. It was familiar feeling. With a sigh, Lex glanced over his shoulder at Anatoly, a lightly pleading look in his eyes. "I'll explain later, I promise Tolya." He replied in soft Russian before turning back to Clark, reaching out to put a soft hand on his shoulder. "You weren't yourself Clark. It was just a spoken word ceremony, nothing legally binding. It means nothing." He hoped Clark heard the hidden meaning in his words. While he'd agreed to it in exchange for Clark's secrets, he had no intention of collecting on the agreement. While he was still desperately curious, he recognized that he had more important things to worry about now. Like the man standing behind him.
Clark was just stunned. He was tired. Most of all, he just wanted to get out. "I have to go," he said gazing at no one or anything in particular. He straightened up, noticed the flip flops discarded and grabbed them, and left without another word. What could he say, anyway? He paused. "Sorry," he managed since he was pretty sure there was a lot he'd have to apologize for and then made his exit. What the hell had happened to him?
It took Anatoly a few moments to compose himself then he pulled Lex into a tight embrace, resting his head against his shoulder. There was so much he wanted to ask even as he wasn't sure he truly wanted the answers. But that explanation could wait until they were both home. "Please, let's just go home. Tell me later, tomorrow, just come home with me."
Leaning back into the welcome embrace, Lex closed his eyes and grew in a shaky breath as his hands came down to grip Anatoly's. "I want nothing more in the entire world, my dear beloved Tolya. It's all I could think about the entire time." So much had happened in the past day and despite a night's sleep, Lex felt exhausted. And he knew he wouldn't feel rested until a night in Anatoly's arms.
The next morning, Clark is back to normal and freaking out, when Anatoly comes to Lex's rescue.
Clark wasn't exactly sober at this point. So, at the moment, everything was just a little brighter, a little shinier, and a little funnier. A part of him wasn't even sure if what had just happened actually happened. Like it was all some weird dream after a night of bad pizza. He tugged on Lex's hand as he entered the random hut, which was thankfully empty, and maneuvered them toward the bathroom where he flopped onto the bed, tossing his flip flops off to the side.
Now on the bed in nothing but a pair of jeans, Clark tried not to laugh. "So, Mr. Kent," he said as he snicker, because Clark was not becoming a Luthor, "what now?" He yawned slightly as he arched his back and ran his fingers through his hair.
Unable to do anything but follow Clark, Lex's jaw was tight as he let himself be tugged inside the empty hut. He was married to Clark Kent. Not even Smallville weirdness could compare to that fact in his brain and the heart ache in his heart.
Lex watched Clark carefully as he flopped down on the bed, both appreciating the sight and watching it warily. This was still a very drunk, acting strangely Clark who already proved he could abduct him without a problem. Despite the assurance he assumed the marriage now afforded him, Clark was still dangerous. Balancing easily despite his hands being tied together in front of him, he toed off his own shoes and sat down on the bed next to Clark, giving the outward appearance of this being a normal situation. "That depends. You promised me the truth. Unless you had something else in mind..." He was almost afraid to ask.
Clark just chuckled. "Something just tells me you only married me to indulge your obsession with my secrets." His eyes closing, breathing carefully, and brushed his fingers against his chest.
Lex raised an eyebrow, his eyes only glancing at what Clark's hand was doing. "I said as much before we did it. Did you expect something else?" He paused before adding, "Perhaps what you were after in the club?
Clark shook his head. "No, Lex," Clark replied. "I would expect that from you." That was the problem, wasn't it? How far Lex was willing to go? At least he didn't nearly die this time. Clark just used him to get to his answers. What did it matter, though? Really? "Were you expecting me to want something else?" He smirked, drawing his fingers from his chest and grazed them along his abdomen slowly until his thumb hooked underneath the button of his jeans and his hand rested.
"I don't have to expect, unless your need for privacy two days ago and the fact that your practically fondling yourself mean nothing?" Lex wished Clark would just say it.
"Lex." Clark sighed heavily. "One day, your obsession with finding the truth is going to fuck you over. You know that?" He shook his head gently. He laughed, then. "But then again there are some things that aren't so horrible for you to wonder about." He tilted his head. "When you hadn't turned into a girl," he began, "what did you think about doing to me?" He smirked. "Prid pro quo, Clarice. Prid pro quo."
"There is nothing wrong with the truth Clark." Lex said a bit defensively. "Especially when everyone pegs you as a liar." And once again Lex mentally thanked his dad for that wonderful legacy. Of course, then he narrowed his eyes at Clark, moving one leg onto the bed so he could better turn to face him. "Excuse me?"
"Was that too hard a question for you?" Clark was mildly amused. "I mean aside from putting me up in that room of yours devoted to figuring out what I was trying to hide so you could study me some more." Clark was, of course, being sarcastic and made it sound as if he hadn't meant it. He was laughing, of course. But he did mean it. If given the chance, why wouldn't Lex want to put him under a microscope?
It was still a low blow for Lex. He had only ever shown that room to Helen and look where that had gotten him? He had no doubt that it had played a part in his almost fatal plane crash that had ended up with him here instead. "What do you want me to say to you Clark? That I'm in love with you? Well I was." He spat the last bitterly and so full of uncommon emotion for him that he almost missed exactly what he'd said. Lex blinked and kind of stared at Clark for a moment. Was.
In the amount of time that it had taken Clark to say something, and Lex to respond, Clark had begun to drift off. So, by the time Lex gave his admission, Clark was so very close to sleep. "Loved you, too," he murmured slowly, "you broke..." Clark rolled onto his side, his hand brushing against Lex's, now fast asleep.
For the longest time, Lex could only sit and stare at the boy who'd meant so much to him. He'd done everything for Clark since arriving in Smallville, from being his friend to protecting him. Clark was everything Lex wished he could be and who he'd wanted to prove himself to. But...it was a shock for Lex to realize that he wasn't anymore. Carefully moving forward so as not to wake Clark, Lex moved his bound hands to lightly touch his face. "You meant the world to me, but I'm not in love with you anymore Clark," He said softly to himself, stroking a bit of black hair behind the other's ear. "I'm in love with Anatoly now. He is...everything." It was almost a relief to say it out loud, even if the only other person present was asleep. With a soft sigh, Lex settled down beside Clark on his side, watching him sleep for a long while before drifting off himself.
Clark ached. Not in that 'I just ran a mile and I feel the burn' kind of ache, but some other foreign ache he didn't quite no. He shifted in the bed and groaned, his head throbbing, his eyes blurring at the bright light streaming in, with a thick and gross taste in his mouth. Alcohol. This was a hang over. He'd heard enough about it to know that much. What the hell happened last night? He shifted and suddenly felt someone next to him. He did his best to focus and noticed... "What the..." He moved too fast, too soon, and suddenly he fell to the ground, and he let out another painful groan. Damn it, he thought, what the hell did you do? A horrible sinking feeling began at the pit of his stomach.
It was Clark speaking and falling off the bed that woke Lex. Waking up next to another man wasn't new for Lex, but everything else was about it was all wrong, so he snapped awake quickly like he used to at home, none of the slow, safe coming awake he was used to here. He quickly sat up, leaned on his still bound hands to look over at where Clark had fallen. "Clark? Are you alright?" He was immediately on his guard again. After a full night's sleep and a no doubt killer hangover, he was almost afraid of what this strangely acting Clark would want next.
Clark back up to his feet as quick as he could and flushed. Where was his shirt? He grabbed the pillow and hugged it for a moment as he looked up around. "I." What did he even say at this point? "I have to go." His eyes were wide, he was confused, and suddenly felt highly embarrassed. Slowly, things he'd done were starting to come back to him. Jesus, he was going to be sick.
Oh shit. Lex would know that panicked look anywhere. This was normal, farmboy Clark. He held out his hands from where he sat on that bed, in a gesture for Clark to stop. "Clark wait! It's alright! Just...come sit down."
Anatoly hoped, with every fiber of his being, that Cassie's lead was right and this hut was where Lex had been taken. He'd spent one long sleepless night without him, and it was, without a doubt, the worse night he'd ever spent. Another night like it might well kill him, or so he thought. He hesitated briefly before peering in cautiously and was rewarded by the sight of his beloved. All else faded, even the person next to him as he rushed to his side.
The sound. It hurt. He leaned against the wall, placed his head in his hand, and tried to stop the pounding. God, why the hell did people like to drink so much? How was this even worth a night of ridiculous antics and laughter? He just wanted to go crawl into bed and die. Never drinking again, he thought. Never. Still, the situation was awkward. Or at least, it would have been if he was even remotely paying attention to Anatoly and Lex. For now, he was mostly trying to get the world to stop spinning and trying to remember where the rest of his clothes were and definitely not thinking about the possible implication of what that might mean and why the hell were Lex's hands tied up? Oh God, he thought, trying not to vomit.
Lex's brain noted that Clark was still there, leaning against that wall, but that was all the attention he could afford to give the teenager once Anatoly came bursting in the door. Lex didn't think he'd ever been so glad to see anyone in his life as when his already reaching out bound hands grabbed hold of one of Anatoly's. "Tolya...thank god" He said with no small amount of relief. Anatoly was here and Clark was back to normal. Clark...shit. He glanced around Anatoly to where Clark was leaning against the wall, obviously on the verge of freaking out. Did he remember everything that had happened? Suddenly Lex was nervous as well, hoping Clark wouldn't say anything. Lex had enough explaining to do as it was.
"Sascha, my love,," Anatoly knelt before him, too overcome with relief that Lex was safe to realize what he was saying. He gripped Lex's hand tightly for a moment, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clark huddled against the wall and he stood, the relief giving way to cold fury. "You utter bastard," he said as he advanced towards him, too angry to speak anything but Russian. "It wasn't enough you had to torment me at the club? You had to take my Lex as well? If you ever touch him again, I swear to you, it will be the last thing you ever do." To make his point clear, he swung a fist at Clark's jaw.
Clark was too focused on how shitty he was feeling and trying to remember the last three days that he hadn't quite been able to decipher the Russian being spat out at him (was it even a language? Was he so out of it that he couldn't process what was being said?) and teetered as Anatoly's fist connected, luckily the wall was there to "cushion" his fall as he slammed against it, letting out another groan. Just another ache in the growing number of painful sensations at the moment.
Oh jesus.
While Lex was touched at Anatoly's violent reaction, the man looked absolutely beautiful all fired up like that, he knew Clark would be eating himself up with what had happened over the last few days with his mammoth sized guilt complex and Lex figured he didn't need any physical pain to go along with it. Not with the hangover he was no doubt sporting, since Lex had watched him consume a good amount of alcohol yesterday. Mostly while sitting in his lap. Shaking his head to focus, Lex struggled to stand without his hands for much balance. "Tolya, don't. He's back to normal." He said in quick Russian as he took a step to grab his elbow in his hands to stop another punch.
While Lex's heart was racing from the excitement, and Anatoly's quickly spoken word so soon after his revelation from the night before, he kept his voice calm and controlled to sooth the angry Russian. "It's alright. I'm flattered, but I'm safe now. You don't have to worry about Clark anymore." And Anatoly had no idea how many ways that was true.
The touch to Anatoly's elbow reminded him of the more important issue, Lex's well-being, and he tore himself away from Clark. He'd made his thoughts perfectly clear, after all, and he was in no mood for discussions or apologies. Not now, at any rate.
He pressed a soft kiss to Lex's forehead then applied himself to untying the rope binding his wrists together, swearing under his breath all the while. "Are you alright, really?"
Lex sighed the relief when the ropes binding his wrists fell away. After almost an entire day bound in some way, it felt wonderful to be free of any and all ropes. He gave Anatoly a happy and relieved smile. "I am. He didn't hurt me. We just...had some things to discuss." It was the nicest way to put it. He knew he needed to check on Clark but first thing was first. A newly freed hand made its way up into familiar curls and he kissed Anatoly like he'd wanted too during the entire ordeal. When he pulled away, he said softly, "Clark is hungover and knowing him, feeling entirely too guilty then he needs too. Let me deal with him, then I want nothing more then to go home with you." Another soft kiss and a stroke of curls and then Lex stepped away and towards Clark.
"Clark...are you alright? Do you need help getting to the clinic or home?"
It was a rush of images. Enough images that would, for one, give him enough trauma to last a life time and enough to get him grounded for life. The last image, though, was enough to make gasp far too loud and his eyes widen far too much and, without thinking, exclaim, "We got married?!" Oh, Jesus, not again. He was so going to throw up.
Anatoly stared at them both, unable to believe what he'd heard. "Married? What - just what happened?" There was a reason for this, he was sure. He couldn't imagine that Lex would just do this out of the blue, not after all that had transpired between them, and certainly not if Clark was not himself. He was tempted to hit something (or someone again) but his earlier rage had all but passed. He just wanted answers, now.
Closing his eyes, Lex took a deep breath to keep his composure. He was going to tell Anatoly about what had happened to spare him finding out like this but Clark had taken that decision out of his hands. It was familiar feeling. With a sigh, Lex glanced over his shoulder at Anatoly, a lightly pleading look in his eyes. "I'll explain later, I promise Tolya." He replied in soft Russian before turning back to Clark, reaching out to put a soft hand on his shoulder. "You weren't yourself Clark. It was just a spoken word ceremony, nothing legally binding. It means nothing." He hoped Clark heard the hidden meaning in his words. While he'd agreed to it in exchange for Clark's secrets, he had no intention of collecting on the agreement. While he was still desperately curious, he recognized that he had more important things to worry about now. Like the man standing behind him.
Clark was just stunned. He was tired. Most of all, he just wanted to get out. "I have to go," he said gazing at no one or anything in particular. He straightened up, noticed the flip flops discarded and grabbed them, and left without another word. What could he say, anyway? He paused. "Sorry," he managed since he was pretty sure there was a lot he'd have to apologize for and then made his exit. What the hell had happened to him?
It took Anatoly a few moments to compose himself then he pulled Lex into a tight embrace, resting his head against his shoulder. There was so much he wanted to ask even as he wasn't sure he truly wanted the answers. But that explanation could wait until they were both home. "Please, let's just go home. Tell me later, tomorrow, just come home with me."
Leaning back into the welcome embrace, Lex closed his eyes and grew in a shaky breath as his hands came down to grip Anatoly's. "I want nothing more in the entire world, my dear beloved Tolya. It's all I could think about the entire time." So much had happened in the past day and despite a night's sleep, Lex felt exhausted. And he knew he wouldn't feel rested until a night in Anatoly's arms.