Imprisoned, Chapter 4

Clark/Lex
Season 7
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Read Chapter 3 here.

"Lex."

Clark speaks softly, and at the sound of his voice, Lex gives a start. He lifts his head a little, and his eyes brighten.

"Clark," he says. "Thank God. I was afraid that Lana..."

He lets the sentence die unfinished, but Clark can't help but be warmed by his concern. Lex cares what happens to him, and despite the situation they're in, that makes him very happy.

"I'm okay," he says, walking into the cell. "But she's managed to take my abilities somehow."

Lex's head drops back against the table. "Shit."

"Yeah. My sentiments exactly." Clark reaches out and yanks experimentally at Lex's chains, but without his abilities, there's no freaking way he can tear through steel. Ordinarily, he could rip through the metal like humans rip paper-- but that's not happening as long as he's got that sliver of blue kryptonite under his skin.

Damn it.

He wants to rescue Lex, to get Lex out of here, to keep Lex safe. All his natural protective instincts are bubbling to the surface, stronger than ever before. Because Lex is his-- his lover, his responsibility.

But there's nothing Clark can do to save him right now, except go along with Lana and hope they can find a way out of this somehow.

Frustrated by his own weakness, he puts a hand on Lex's chest and rubs, a comforting gesture of affection. Beneath his hand, Lex feels warm and smooth, and Clark realizes with some dismay that despite his earlier thoughts, he is turned on by this situation. He doesn't want to be, but he is.

Lex is helpless. Clark can do anything he wants to him. And after all their struggles for dominance, a dark part of Clark likes seeing Lex chained and at his mercy.

Somewhere deep inside, he likes it an awful lot.

He remembers how he tied Lex down while he was on red K, and shivers a little. Because the red K part of him is not a part he likes. The impulses it creates in him are nothing to be proud of.

And if he's turned on by Lex being tied and helpless-- well, then the red K part of him is closer to the surface than he wants it to be.

Despite his shame, he can't stop his body from reacting. He's getting hard, and since he's stark naked, he can't hide it. He tries to get himself under control, but that just makes it worse.

"Clark," Lex whispers. "Why are we here?"

Clark swallows. "Lana wants to watch us have sex."

Lex stares at him for a moment, then the familiar sardonic amusement lights his gray eyes.

"Well," he says. "It could certainly be worse, couldn't it?"

"Lex..." Clark heaves a long sigh. "I don't want to force you, Lex."

And he doesn't. That's not what he wants their relationship to be about. Not anymore. The way things have been between them-- the constant battles for the upper hand, the way they've forced each other to beg, to submit, to grovel-- needs to stop. If he and Lex are ever going to make something successful of their relationship, then they need to become partners, not antagonists. They need to get on equal footing.

It occurs to him that for the first time, they are on equal footing, in a manner of speaking. Clark doesn't have his powers, and that makes him and Lex much more alike than usual. If only Lex weren't chained...

But he is. And if Clark doesn't perform to Lana's satisfaction, he's going to be barbecued again.

No pressure or anything, he thinks grimly.

"Don't worry about it, Clark," Lex says. "We both know I want you."

"Yeah, but... not like this, Lex."

"Clark." Lex's mouth twists a little, as if he's amused by Clark's naivete. "Do you really think Lana's going to give you a choice in the matter?"

Clark remembers the painful shocks he's already received. "No," he admits. "But I just... I don't want it to be this way, Lex."

Lex looks down Clark's body, at his unmistakable erection, and his teeth flash in a cool, humorless grin.

"Obviously part of you does," he answers.

Read Chapter 5 here.