The Darkling

By: Chelle
e-mail: myangelgirl30@yahoo.ca
Disclaimer: I own neither of our pretty pretty boys. If I did, none of us would ever see the light of day again and I would be much happier. g Rating: R
A/N: My first challenge fic for the ClexFest Sixth Wave. My thanks as always to GreenQueen for being my beta. She is a goddess among Bronzers, and any leftover mistakes? Mine all mine.

Feedback:  It's a drug, I'm a junkie.  And I have treats......
Summary:  Lex was dreaming.....and then he wasn't.

Oh God, I've been here a week. Lex looked around his small bit of beach and felt a small sense of pride. He had made a shelter, safe from the water, but far enough from the jungle to not worry about anything inside it. He had found the makings of a fire and a way to shelter it from the rain. He had fruit, he had water from a fresh spring, and he had fish. What he didn't have was what he wanted most of all. Clark. Sleep, he needed sleep. His dreams were so vivid lately, and he needed their escape. He rolled over on his hard pallet and went to sleep.

Night 8

Clark was behind him, licking a long stripe down Lex's back from the knob on his head to the base of his spine. Lex thrust his ass up, and Clark obliged, running his tongue into the crease, circling the pucker a few times before pushing in firmly. He groaned deeply at Lex's frantic squirming, and started to fuck the beautiful ass with his tongue. He nibbled the tight rim of muscle clenching around him and reached around to jack Lex's rock hard cock with long, firm strokes. Lex was panting harshly, his breath coming in whimpers that he never thought he would make. He started to thrust back and forth against the two opposing stimuli and chanted Clark's name between deep grunts. He turned his head to look back, and saw Clark looking up at him with a pleased expression, and oddly coloured eyes. Clark smiled wider and rubbed Lex's prostate with his tongue. With a final wail, Lex came hard, come ribboning out onto the sand. When he opened his eyes again, he was alone. Of course.

He sighed and went about his daily chores of making sure he had enough food and water, and ensuring his signal fire was ready to be lit from his cooking one. When daylight had passed and night fell again, he almost dreaded going to sleep, but his dreams drew him in again.

Night 9

Lex was being held down by Clark, his wrists pinned tightly to the pallet by a grip he found to be unbreakable. He was hard enough to cut glass, and from what he was feeling, so was Clark. He tried to thrust up, but Clark was having none of that. Clark's other hand stilled Lex's hips with no visible effort. That obvious strength, finally not being hidden just made Lex harder. He groaned and begged for Clark to Please! and Move! and God! Clark whispered in Lex's ear that he was no god, but he relented and started to move, bare cocks rubbing against each other, slick with pre-come. Both bellies were wet from it, and Clark slid a finger through both their juices and pushed it into Lex's mouth. Both men moaned as Lex sucked greedily, addicted to the taste after just one lick. Clark quickened the pace, and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking hard, squeezing on the upstroke. Lex screamed his orgasm, shuddering where he lay.

The next morning when he woke, he had bruises around his wrists.

Night 10

Strong hands holding him down by the hips. Warm red lips wrapped around his hard cock. Pure wet heat surrounding him, sucking him down. If Lex didn't know he was dreaming, he would have thought he had died and gone to heaven. He didn't try to pinch himself, afraid of waking up. He pushed his hips up as far as he could, but Clark was holding too tightly. If this were real, THAT would really leave a mark, he thought hysterically. He started to laugh, but the sound quickly turned into an agonized whine as he slipped into Clark's throat. Clark started to suck in earnest, swallowing around the head as he bobbed his head up and down. He only let go of Lex's hip long enough to grab one of his hands and place it on his hair, pressing against it. His eyes caught Lex's, and once again they were slightly red, but it could have been the lack of light. Lex tilted his head up to look harder at Clark, brought his other hand to the younger man's head and twined his fingers in the soft hair. Lex pulled and pushed Clark on and off his cock, since his hips were still being held hard. Clark's eyes drifted closed and he sucked even harder, pulling Lex's orgasm out of him even as Lex fought to hold it off. It was a losing battle, and he came fiercely down Clark's throat as he screamed the boy's name. Clark swallowed every drop. What a dream!

This time, he could barely move his legs because of the bruises on his hips. They were in the shape of very large hands. Lex was sure he was going out of his mind. The dreams were so vivid, but he was still alone on this island. He crawled around his camp and sobbed. He missed his life, he missed his cars. Hell, he even missed his father, for Christ's sake! But most of all, he missed his best friend, the person he really loved, the person he should have been with instead of entering yet another sham marriage with yet another psychotic woman. He missed Clark desperately. He curled into a ball and went to sleep, even though it was the middle of the day, hoping to sink into another one of his dreams, as they were the only way he would ever get near Clark again.

Night 11

Clark had had enough waiting. Waiting for Lex to realize these were not dreams. Waiting for Lex to fight to get home. Waiting for Lex, period.

For his part, Lex was still curled on his side, sleeping. In his sleep, he was muttering Clark's name, and Clark slid in behind him and ran a soft hand down the hairless skin. Lex arched into the touch, still deeply asleep. Clark took a different tact from the previous nights and started to make love to Lex instead of just having sex with him. He had brought lube from Metropolis, from one of the clubs he had frequented the first couple of nights he was there, before he had found out Lex was missing.

He warmed the lube in his hand and slicked up his index finger. He slid it in, licking the side of Lex's neck as he did so, squirming at the whimper that escaped the sleeping man's throat. He moved it in and out a few times before adding a second, stretching the tight hole with the scissoring motion he had only read about before now. Lex was moving into the touch and he was moaning softly, breath coming faster. Clark slicked up his cock and replaced his fingers with it. As he started to press in, he whispered into Lex's ear, "Wake up, Lex. Wake up for me."

Lex's eyes snapped open at the intrusion. It was still a dream, it HAD to still be a dream...but the pressure and burn in his ass was no dream. The warm weight behind him was no dream. All those bruises he had were no dream. "Clark? How-?" He was stopped by a hand turning his head and full lips kissing him hard as Clark pressed in fully. Clark sat them up so Lex was straddling his lap and started to fuck him with long hard strokes.

"Shhhh! Wanted this for so long, you were so blind! You got MARRIED, Lex! Again!" Every sentence was punctuated with a thrust. "Mine, all mine!"

Lex looked down and saw the ring on the hand surrounding his cock. He remembered what it meant in the deep recesses of his mind, but as Clark pounded into him, hitting his long neglected prostate with every thrust, he just couldn't bring. Himself. To care. "Yours, God, yours! Always! Fuck, Clark!!" He let his head fall back on Clark's shoulder and took everything that was given to him. He felt the cock in his ass swell when he screamed Clark's name, then the younger man was coming, and hard. Lex followed close behind, and they fell on the pallet in a heap.

Lex pulled away and turned to Clark. "Am I really awake, you're not a dream?"

"Nope, not a dream." He got a patented Clark smile, with a bit of an edge to it.

"How did you find me?"

"I'll always find you Lex. You're mine. Never forget that." The ring glinted in the light. He lowered his voice as he followed Lex's gaze. "This ring? Fake. All my feelings and actions the last week? Real. I had to make sure you really wanted me, all of me, and this was the only way I could think to do it." Lex knew he was lying about the ring, but as long as he had Clark with him, he really didn't give a shit.

"Clark? Take me home, I want my bed, and I want you in it. How fast can you get us there?" Lex didn't care about the ring, he just wanted more of this new Clark.

Clark tucked Lex into his chest and swept them away. "Remember when you asked if men could fly, Lex? Men can't, but I can. Here we are. The penthouse. I'm not going back to Smallville, Lex."

"The penthouse works, Clark. I think Metropolis is ready for Clark Kent and Lex Luthor."

"I still like the sound of that, on so many levels."

"Shut up Clark. Shower, bed, sex, sleep. Tomorrow...we find my father and Helen." Lex didn't miss the dark glint of red in Clark's eyes as he thought about the kind of damage the two of them could wreak on his enemies, and it made him smile.