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 Los 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 Five

Clark was dreaming.

He was standing in a scorched and blasted field of charred bones. The bodies of the dead were twisted and sprawled all around him. A black tornado was spinning and howling with the fury of a million souls in the distance. Flames burned and fell from the churning sky like molten tears. Smoke billowed like a poisonous miasma.

The teen trembled, realizing he was completely naked. The world was a dead and burning hell as far as his frightened blue eyes could see. There was no sign of life, only the blackened skulls staring up with silenced screams at a nightmare sky.

He was too afraid to call out and ask if anybody was there. He was without clothing and realized that he was cold. His feet were wet and he looked down to see that they were red up to his knees with blood.

He stumbled backwards, tripping over a fallen corpse. He fell onto his rump, smashing brittle bones under his steel cheeks. He could suddenly see his icy breath hanging in the air and struggled to get to his knees. He cried out, seeing that his hands were dark with blood and gore was under his fingernails.

“What is this?” He yelled, suddenly crying out again when a skeletal hand gripped hold of his left ankle.

He spun his head around, looking over his shoulder with trembling lungs. His eyes widened in terror and his screams were silenced by horror.

Two gleaming quartz eyes were looking up at him from out of a rotting face. The peeling flesh was running with squirming maggots.

“You really shouldn’t drink, Clark,” the zombie spoke with Lex’s raspy voice, scaring him all the more. “It can make you see some pretty crazy shit.”

Clark screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking and struggling to pull his foot free from those putrid claws. He was powerless to do so. Other hands swiftly grabbed at him, pulling him down into the stink and rot. The storm raged and roared over him.

“Curiosity killed the alien dead, Clark,” Chloe hissed like a vile serpent into his ear, pulling her dirty yellow locks out along with clumps of flesh.

“Just look what it did to us,” Lana smiled with jagged and broken teeth. “Your parents really should have just killed you in that cornfield.”

“Let me go!” Clark cried, trying to breathe.

“Now is that any way to speak to your only black friend?” Pete asked. His skull was as white as the moon. “I could begin to think you a racist, Clark.”

They were all holding him down, rotting all over him. Chloe had hold of his left arm, Lana had his right. Pete had him by the shoulders and Lex had him by the ankles, slowly crawling up his struggling body.

“You’re awfully hard, Clark,” Lex grinned. A spider popped his right eye like a balloon and crawled right on out of its gooey ruin and down his face. “Scared boys do get hard, huh?”

“No!” Clark screamed even louder, kicking and thrashing with all his might. “What is this? Get off me! You’re not Lex! You’re not my friends!”

Lex laughed. It was deep and demonic. He was monstrous. That one gleaming eye burned him.

“Don’t open the door, Clark,” the grinning corpse warned him, touching him with those fungus covered bones. “You won’t like what you’ll find moving within that creeping darkness and crawling chaos.”

“Lex,” Clark whimpered. “You’re hurting me.”

The three other corpses laughed as they dug their fingers deep into his crawling flesh.

“Am I now?” Lex asked, looming over him like the grave.

Clark mewed, fighting not to gag.

Lex grinned once more. His mouth was now full of razor sharp teeth. They were as jagged as fishhooks.

Clark’s eyes widened and those teeth sunk into his private parts, biting through. He threw his head back and screamed in pain and terror.

The dead laughed and Lex tore into him with hungry and crunching bites.

“NO!” Clark cried out, sitting up in a lighted room, looking down at his crotch with the wide eyes of a mad person. He touched himself just to make sure.

He took a deep breath, suddenly wondering why he felt so frightened. He took a quick look around, seeing that he was on a rather large bed. He looked at his watch, seeing that it was almost eleven.

The door to the room flew open, making him yelp. Lex ran in.

“What’s wrong? Why were you yelling?”

Clark honestly hadn’t a single clue. He couldn’t remember. He suddenly blushed and looked away from the older man.

“Did I pass out on the plane?” He asked at last, feeling mortified.

Lex nodded. “You were in and out of it.”

That was even worse!

“How’re you feeling?” Lex asked, taking a seat beside him, pushing his hair out of his blue eyes for him.

He told him that he felt perfectly fine, and he did. The only thing hurting him at the moment was his pride. He hadn’t known he was such a lightweight. It was embarrassing. He had always thought liquor would have no affect on him.

“I have a meeting,” Lex told him. “Do you feel like going out after?”

Clark was on his feet in a humming blur of primary colors, and he was suddenly dressed to go out and have fun.

Lex blinked. “And just where did you keep all that hidden?”

“In the very back of my dark closet,” Clark answered him with a smile.

Lex looked him up and down and licked his lips just for show. “You look very nice.”

Clark beamed, but it felt more like a raging blush of doom. He knew that he looked good in black. The kind lady at the upscale boutique in the very heart of Metropolis had told him so.

“I’ll just come with you now,” Clark said, walking back over to him. “I can sit in the car or wait in the lobby, if this place you’re meeting at even has a lobby.”

Lex bit his bottom lip. Why was he looking so hesitant? What was he up to?

“It could be boring and I’m not really sure how long I’ll be.”

Clark waved it away. Lex was not going to leave him here. He wouldn’t have it.

“I’m easily amused.”

He looked at his hand and pointed out a freckle he hadn’t known he had on his wrist. It made Lex laugh at him.

“Oh, all right,” Lex finally said. “But, I don’t want you leaving the lobby for any reason. I’m responsible for you.”

Clark nodded his head like an eager puppy. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

He hid his smile when Lex told him to never say anything like that again. It made him feel so warm.

“Are you hungry?” Lex asked, getting up and walking by him.

He followed after.

The suite was huge. Well, it was an entire floor. It was designed to look like some gothic castle. What was it with Luthor’s and castles?

Clark shook his head. For some strange reason, he wasn’t in the mood for food. It was odd. He was always in the mood for food. He felt as if he were to so much as smell food, he’d spew his guts, even though he had never vomited before in his life.

“Are you sure?” Lex asked. “I know a wonderful place that makes the best chickens on a stick.”

Clark bit the inside of his jaw and decided to just nod his head. He would more than likely be hungry later on. It would be good to have something handy just in case he did want a little snack. Plus, he didn’t want Lex to think him ill. He didn’t get ill.

“So,” he said. “Where is this meeting at?”

Lex flipped his cell phone open, pushing a number. “Wolfram and Hart.”

Clark cocked his head to the side. “Are they nice?”

The older man rolled his eyes. “Aren’t all lawyers, Clark?”

Clark made a funny face. “I’m sure they were all human at some point or other.”

He didn’t see Lex’s face turn swiftly darker than a storm. He was young and wanted to believe in the goodness everyone was capable of. It was just his nature.

“Don’t leave the lobby, Clark,” Lex instructed him once more, leading him down a hall. “Your parents will kill me should anything happen to you.”

The teen laughed.

“What do you think will happen to me, Lex?” He asked, smiling. “Will the big bad lawyers try and eat me?”

“Please?” Lex begged.

“Is this about my powers?” Clark asked. “Do you honestly think I’m that clumsy?”

Lex nodded. “I’ve seen you run into walls that were never in front of you.”

“They were there,” Clark argued with heat. “You just never saw them. They move so quickly.”

“Your logic is astounding,” Lex deadpanned.

“Thanks.”

He continued following him, passing by a rather spooky painting on the crimson painted wall. He took a moment to stop and gaze into the darkness within the young boy standing in a mist swept garden of bleeding thorns. There was such a lonely look on the little boy’s haunted face. He was pretty and more glacial than an iceberg. That was when he noticed the boy had a secret smirk. Those cherry lips could have been thought to be wicked. Even the teddy bear in his arms had the sleek gleam of evil to it.

“Do you find it a little creepy?” Lex asked him.

Clark kept looking at the little boy with the curly red locks. Shadows seemed to be dancing within the still mists. There was something about the little boy that caused his heart to ache just a bit and that was when it hit him.

The boy had Lex’s eyes.

“You,” he whispered, stepping closer, gazing deeply into those terrible eyes. “This is you.”

That secret smirk was so Lex. The paintbrush practically screamed Lex.

“My father was morbid,” Lex told him.

“Was?” Clark asked. “Don’t you mean is?”

“I’ll have it removed.”

“Can I have it?” Clark suddenly asked, without meaning to say anything out loud.

“What?” Lex blinked in shock. “You want it?”

Clark blushed.

“Well, the farm is always so sunny,” he told him. “A little sunlight will chase the mist away so he can get to the swing.”

Lex took the smallest step back from him. There was a look on his face that Clark couldn’t identify. It was a new one.

“How did you know I was trying…to get to the swing?”

Clark made a face and looked. To his sudden surprise, there was no swing. Huh. How had he known that then?

“I don’t know,” he answered him. “I guess I just assumed.”

Had he?

No.

He knew there was a swing.

“Lex?”

The older man stepped forward and embraced him. He tenderly held Clark just like that for a few moments.

“I love you,” he whispered. “You can take that little boy to the farm, Clark.”

Clark smiled, holding him close. The two of them fit so well. It was scary.

“Do I make you happy?” Clark asked him.

Lex looked up at him. “You make me trip over things that aren’t even there.”

“Sure they’re there,” Clark told him, touching the tip of his nose to Lex’s. “You’re just not looking properly.”

Lex laughed. It was genuine.

Clark beamed.

It was thirty minutes till midnight.

To Be Continued…

Author Note: Please review and tell me what you think.

-Flora