Eyes of Blue

Eyes of Blue

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Angel, but they are really good television shows. I’m also not making any money here either. The shows are owned by their respectful owners.

Summary: Lex decides to visit Las Angeles for the weekend. He takes his “friend” Clark with him. The two boys get sucked into a supernatural whirlpool that takes them for a twirl. One of the boys becomes possessed and it’s up to the other to try and save him before it’s too late.

Warning: This story will contain boy on boy action, the use of strong language, detailed and gruesome violence, and enough blasphemy to make every god invented by peopledom to fall out of the sky and die.

Chapter Four

The customs room was in darkness and shadows played along the mellow white walls. There were two voices and one of them was laughing up a rather crazy storm. A shiny key was inserted into the keyhole and turned to the left. There was a soft clicking sound and the locked door was no longer locked.

“The Lord has finally come,” an excited voice chuckled as the metal door was pushed slowly open. “The Shaper Of Things is here.”

A switch was thrown and light flooded the rectangular room. It sent all the shadows scurrying for something to hide under or behind. A moment of silence chilled the warm air.

“At last,” the man giggled, looking upon the jewel studded sarcophagus. His hands were itching to touch and gently caress its smooth surface. “All we have to do is wait for that boy to sign over those silly meteor rocks and the God-King is all ours.”

“Is there really a sleeping god in that coffin, Knox?” The taller guy asked from beside him.

Knox nodded his head. “The Lord will offer us all that we will ever desire for what we are about to do, Neil.”

Neil cocked a pale brow. “But, how did the Mighty One end up in that?” He pointed at the pretty box with all the primordial symbols carved into it.

“Why don’t you just ask God when the lid opens?” Neil smirked, smiling over at him with pearly teeth.

Neil shook his blond head. “I’d rather suck on a worm that’s been crawling around in an unwashed vampire.”

Knox snorted and reached for his hand. It would only be a matter of time now. Tonight, the sleeping deity would be in his lab and the resurrection would then take place soon after.

“Why did you pick the girl to house the God-King?” Neil asked. “Why not someone who is like us?”

Knox turned to look at him. “Well,” he said. “She’s kind, warm, and accepted me for who I am. Plus, she is very beautiful. What better host is there?”

“A gorgeous twink hell bent on tearing the system apart and gutting it just for kicks,” Neil told him.

“The soul will be utterly destroyed though,” Knox said, squeezing his hand. “Do you really want that to happen to another homosexual?”

Neil glanced away from him. “I just think the host should be a gay person. I can name a few that would kill in order to sacrifice their own soul just to get some revenge.”

Knox looked at the sleeping god’s prison and grinned from ear to ear. Nobody would be able to stand up to Her. Wolfram & Hart would fall at Her feet and kiss them as She dined on their bleeding and shattered spines.

“This old world will pass away, Neil,” he said, turning slowly away from the future for now. “And a new and better one will rise from the blood of our oppressors.”

He could see it all in his head. Oh, it was going to be glorious.

“Come on,” he said, tugging on his lover’s hand. “Let’s go get something to eat and get a movie. We’ve had no alone time at all.”

Neil followed after him, turned off the lights, closed the door, and locked it with a sharp click. The two of them walked hand in hand down the long hallway, vanishing around a corner that suddenly appeared in the white wall.

“What kind of movie?” Neil asked.

Knox shrugged. “I was thinking Angels in America.”

“Am I going to cry?”

“We’ll pick up some tissues, too.”

Neil sighed. “What about work?”

“Fred gave me the day off,” he told him. “And our Master will be sent to her lab the second after Lex Luthor signs those documents tonight at midnight.”

“Are you scared?”

Knox nodded. “I’m also really excited. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I first saw the Great One’s picture pressed between those ancient pages. I bet Fred will try and open the box before I even come in.”

“So…she’s curious by nature then…”

“Dangerously so,” Knox answered, pushing the green button for the elevator. “If she got the chance to lick the sun, she’d take it just to see if it and Sunny Delight tasted the same.”

Neil snickered. “Taste the power of the sun, huh?”

Knox laughed. “Do you want Indian or Japanese?”

“Hmm,” Neil thought for a second. “I am craving some chutney and chicken tika.”

“Excellent,” Knox beamed, pushing him into the open elevator. “I know just the place. They have a statue of naked Shiva dancing out the destruction of the world.”

“Aren’t the Indian gods a bunch of transsexuals?” Neil asked.

“Gods can be whatever they want to be and they can fuck whoever and whatever they want to fuck,” Knox answered him. “If one was to ask you, lift your legs or bend over.”

They both laughed as the doors closed.

“Kiss me, green-eyes,” Knox commanded.

Neil did so.

It was a long and deep one. The two were such pros. They could kiss and breathe as the same time, without needing to stop for a breath of air.

“What do you think the Master’s previous Qua ‘ha Xahn was like?” Neil asked, pulling gently away.

“Well, since it was the Primordium Age,” he said. “I’d say he or she was really tall.”

“Will I be able to go with you to Vahla ha’nesh?”

Knox nodded his head, kissing the slightly taller man on the cheek. “We’re one and the same, aren’t we?”

Neil smiled.

“Illyria,” Knox whispered against him. “The most loved and feared of all the Old Ones.”

He spoke the holy and sacred name with such reverence. Just speaking such a powerful name caused him to shiver.

“Should I design a gown for this Fred’s body?” Neil asked. “I already have shoes in mind.”

Knox shook his head, patting him on the arm. “The King will more than likely smite around all naked and laughing.”

“I hear gods can form clothing out of air,” Neil suddenly mused. “At least they did on Hercules and Xena.”

“Come on, you,” Knox said, pulling him out as soon as the doors opened up. “You’re rambling, so you must need food.”

“Knox!” A cheerful voice called out.

He looked. It was the vessel for his deity.

“Fred,” he grinned as she walked up, looking all pretty and dainty. “This is Neil. Neil this is Fred. She’s my boss.”

“You are just as pretty as he said you were,” Neil said, shaking her smooth hand.

The girl blushed like a pale rose. “So, you’re Neil,” she said. “You’re just as good looking as Knoxy said you were.”

“Knoxy?”

Knox laughed. “We’re going to get Indian,” he said to her. “Would you like for me to have some delivered to your office?”

She shook her head. “I don’t really care for Indian food. It makes my tummy feel all crazy.”

Knox couldn’t get over how cute she really was. She was perfect.

“I think we might be getting some new things in tonight,” he told her. “I can’t wait to try out the new microscope.”

Fred practically glowed. “New microscope?”

He nodded. “I’m pretty sure it is the one that will allow us to actually see what atoms really look like.”

The girl looked as if she were about to swoon at any moment.

“Can I open up everything before you get here?” She asked him.

And the curious cat was on the prowl, stalking through the jungle.

“Sure,” he told her. “Just save me at least one to be surprised at, okay?”

She giggled. “I’ll try.”

“Nice meeting you, Fred,” Neil waved.

She told him the same and practically frolicked off. Knox watched her weave around humans and demons like a slender nymph moved around trees.

“Aw,” Neil whined. “She’s cute.”

Knox readily agreed.

“I have the perfect outfit in mind for her,” the taller man said.

“Let’s go,” Knox told him. “We can shop after we eat.”

“Skin tight and deadly,” Neil went on, following him.

“Please don’t go all Grace Jones on me,” Knox groaned.

Neil snorted. “I was thinking more like Lady Gaga, but Grace is a good one, too. She inspired the Lady.”

“Get a cab,” Knox commanded.

Neil did so. He whistled and one came right up to him.

“I thought Madonna did,” Knox said, hopping in and scooting over.

Neil followed, rolling his emerald eyes. He closed the door and looked over at him. “Madonna did a lot of people.”

Knox laughed out loud and told the driver to take them to Little Shiva. Actually, there was nothing little about him at all.

~*~

Lex was holding onto Clark. The young man had his arms wrapped firmly and securely around his waist as the plane took off. It turned out that the farmboy was deathly afraid of heights. The situation would have been hilarious had it not been so serious.

“You can smash boulders with your fists and lift my limo over your head,” he whispered in Clark’s ear. “What can a few thousand feet do to you?”

He was still in awe and a bit dazed from Clark’s confession. No wonder the boy was never allowed to play sports and was always so careful when touching delicate (humans) objects. Clark could shatter a solid iron sphere just by poking it with his index finger. What the hell could he do to a human skull just with his eyelashes? The images were a little too vivid and disorienting for him to try and comprehend at the moment.

“It can make me pee all over myself,” Clark whimpered, nearly crying when they hit a little turbulence. “And leaving a really big crater in the ground…”

Lex almost laughed at him, but didn’t. It would be mean and he didn’t want to upset him. The last thing he wanted was for Clark to be mad at him (again). It could ruin their entire trip. The farmboy had pride. He just had pride of a different stock.

“How about a few sips of wine, Clark?” Lex asked him. “It will help you to calm down.”

Clark looked up at him with big blue eyes. “You’re offering me alcohol?”

Lex nodded his head. “You should have told me you were afraid of heights.”

Clark laughed rather nervously. “I thought I could handle it,” he said, cringing when more turbulence struck. “I was so wrong!” He shouted. “How the heck do you…normal people do this crazy stuff?”

Normal people? There was a hint of deep and dark bitterness in those two words. He would have to ask about that later. He wanted to know everything.

Lex squeezed him. “Everything is fine, Clark,” he cooed to him, closing the window shades with the use of a little red button. The poor boy was in no shape to eat the pomegranate pie he had gotten for him. He would simply have it sent to the hotel as a surprise.

“You call this crap fine?” Clark laughed like a crazy person. “We’re zooming across the sky, thousands of feet above the ground, in a little metal tube that could fall into a mountain and explode.”

Lex almost laughed that time.

“How about I get you some of that wine, Clark?”

Clark nodded and held onto Lex’s arm, while Lex fixed him a small glass of sweet wine. The boy was literally scared out of his mind.

“NO!” Clark shouted, pulling him back as if he were about to step on a hidden bomb. “Don’t walk too far over there,” he panted. “The plane might tip.”

Lex snorted and quickly had to fake a sneezing cough. He handed Clark the glass of pink wine and told him to enjoy it. The teen downed the whole glass in one gulp.

He looked at him and Clark gave him a smile, shrugging.

“See,” Clark sighed. “Nothing…”

Lex was about to ask if he would like another, but Clark’s golden cheeks suddenly burned like roses in bloom. The teen swayed on his large feet and fell over flat onto his back with a thud.

“Clark!” Lex shouted, going down on his knees beside him. “Clark!”

The teen began to snore really loudly. His mouth was open and he was dead to the world.

“What the hell, farmboy?” Lex asked, trying his best to pick him up.

He ended up having to drag him by his wrists. He somehow managed to get Clark back into a seat and buckled him in. He fixed himself a drink and put an arm around Clark’s shoulders, pulling him close, so his head was resting against the inside of his shoulder.

“Too funny,” he mumbled, looking up at the plane’s ceiling. “No more bubbly for you.”

He poked Clark on the tip of his nose, closed his eyes, and began to hum. There was no more turbulence.


To Be Continued…


Note: Please review and tell me what you think. I just had to make Knox gay. It is just the way I am.