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 Six

The leather interior of the stretch limo was large and Clark was unaccustomed to having more leg room than he knew what to do with. He kept changing the way he was sitting until he noticed the way Lex was looking at him. The look on the older man’s face was a fine mixture of amusement and mischievous thought. It caused him to suddenly sit still with his long legs crossed like some painted lady of ill repute.

“What?” He asked him, sitting back with his arms folded.

Lex was actually smirking. “Comfortable?”

Clark nodded. “Very.”

A pale red brow cocked with a delicate arch. “You don’t look it.”

Clark quickly uncrossed his legs and simply stretched out as if he were at home on the sofa. “Now I am.”

Lex chuckled. It was low and sinfully disturbing. “Are you really?”

Clark crossed his ankles. “There is too much room in here. I feel awkward.”

“Why don’t you sit like you would normally sit?” Lex asked him, cocking his head a little to the side.

“Because,” Clark answered him, looking down at his crossed ankles. “I would then look like a sardine in a can and that would just make me look rather ridiculous.”

Lex lifted his chin just a little bit. “You’re used to small things…”

Clark nodded his head. “I do live in Smallville, Lex.”

“You’re with me now, Clark,” Lex said, pouring a crystal glass full of pale pink bubbly. “And your world is gradually going to get bigger. I’ll teach you how to stretch out and take up all the room you want.”

Clark felt his lips slowly twitch upwards a bit. He looked away, whispering under his breath. “All I want is you.”

“What?” Lex asked, placing the bottle back where he had pulled it out from. It was some kind of wooden cabinet that looked secreted away within the corner of the seat.

Clark shook his head, making his dark hair bounce a bit. “I was just humming to myself.”

Lex took a slow sip from the elegant looking glass. It looked to be as thin as a sheet of clear plastic wrap. Clark bet it would pay for a whole semester of college.

He knew that Lex had been alone for most of his life. He even knew that he had gone crazy at one point and had gotten help.

He wanted to stick more than a toe in that pool of hidden sorrow. Lex’s surface looked so calm, but Clark knew there was still a maelstrom brewing under that deceiving layer. If only he could find some way to slip below that surface without causing a ripple.

He felt his nose get poked and Lex was smiling at him. He had such a handsome smile. This wasn’t the kind of smile he practiced in the mirror either. Clark knew that this was his smile. The smile only he would ever get to see and bask in.

“Did you get lost in there?” Lex asked.

Clark rubbed his nose with the back of his palm. “You should have seen the room I was in,” he told him with goofy face. “It needed more dusting than under the Pope’s robes.”

Lex’s face instantly went blanker than a computer screen when the power was cut off and then he laughed out loud. It was a deep laugh. It was a real one, too. His pale face lit up with it. His glacial cheeks tinged with a little pink.

“It was a good thing you poked me out of there,” Clark told him in all seriousness. “Those mutant dust bunnies looked ravenous.”

Lex sobered after a few moments and took the last sip from his glass before putting it back down. “I’m happy, Clark,” he told him.

Clark beamed. It made him so happy to hear that. Making Lex happy was all he ever really wanted to do. When Lex was happy, it made him feel at peace. It made him feel that everything was all right in his world.

“From now on,” Lex said, moving over beside him, taking hold of his hands. “I’m going to share everything with you.”

Clark smiled.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll give you whatever you ask for,” Lex went on, squeezing his hands. “I’ll protect you from everything that I can.”

Clark felt his eyes begin to sting a little. His heart felt as though it had just been dipped in a blissful pot of silver joy. He felt so warm.

“Tell me what you want,” Lex cooed, pulling him closer. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you right now, Clark.”

Clark suddenly felt as if he were about to burst.

“Well,” he said, staring into those eyes that reminded him of snow under moonlight. “I really have to pee. Does this thing have a bathroom?”

Lex’s head dropped down, followed by a snort.

The car came to a stop and a deep voice came over a speaker to their left.

“We have arrived, Mr. Luthor.”

“I’m sure lawyers have to urinate as well, Clark,” Lex said as his door opened up from the outside.

“Welcome, Mr. Luthor,” an elegantly beautiful man dressed all in white greeted. “We have been expecting you and Mr. Kent. Please, allow me to show you both inside.”

Lex stepped out first and Clark swiftly followed. He really had to go. All that water had gone right through him.

The man in white was golden haired and fair skinned. His eyes were a creepy shade of green. They reminded Clark of bright green moss on a cold granite tombstone.

“Excuse me,” Clark piped in, just as the man in white began to turn around. “But, do you all have a restroom in there somewhere?”

“How did you know I’d be bringing a friend?” Lex asked as well.

The man with the eerie eyes smiled with straight and even teeth. His smile was surprisingly warm and inviting, if a little sharp.

“We do have such a facility, Mr. Kent,” he answered. “We have a restroom on every floor to be exact. And, did Wolfram and Hart not provide the limo, Mr. Luthor?”

Clark instantly felt heavy because Lex had gone violently still. It was the calm of a serene mountain before the avalanche opened wide with maws of sharp, icy death.

“It is our policy to keep track of all who step inside that which we own,” spooky eyes glowed. “For legal reasons, of course.”

“Of course,” Lex deadpanned.

Clark fought not to flinch. The ice prince was back on his throne, playing with razor blades.

“This way,” the man with the high cheekbones continued to grin. “The boss is waiting and Mr. Kent looks as if he really needs to use one of our facilities in haste.”

Clark nodded. “Only if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all, Mr. Kent,” the man with the golden lion’s mane said, turning his slender back to them. Neither saw him lick his devil red lips with a forked tongue.

“Just a moment,” Lex said, quickly pulling Clark aside. “Do you think it wise to use the restroom here? They were watching us, Clark.”

Clark thought about it, but his mind really was running for the nearest toilet. “Umm…”

“I don’t trust these bastards for one minute,” Lex told him. “Hold it.”

“But,” Clark whined.

“They were watching us and probably heard every word we were saying to each other,” Lex went on, using his shifty voice. “The toilets are probably rigged to collect samples of everyone.”

Clark snorted. “Are you kidding me?”

Lex growled under his breath. “Hold it. You’re a special boy. Squeeze those muscles. My father is in on this whole thing. I know it.”

The look in those eyes made Clark instantly squeeze his urinary track muscles tighter than a crocodile biting down on a gazelle’s juicy neck. He rolled his eyes as well.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But, you’d better hurry it up in there.”

Lex nodded.

“Are we ready?” The man with the model body all dressed in white asked.

Lex turned. “Let’s get this over with.”

Clark followed, trying to ignore the giant water fountain. He nearly screamed when the gigantic lobby had three.

“Don’t wonder off,” Lex told him, as if he were some kind of naughty pet. “This won’t take long.”

Clark nodded, sitting down with his back to the largest of the three flowing fountains. “It had better not.”

“This way,” creepy eyes said. “And in case you were to change your mind, Mr. Kent, the restroom is at the end of that hall on the left.”

Clark watched them walk away and get onto an elevator that just so happened to be open and waiting for them. Well, wasn’t that simply convenient?

He closed his eyes and began to think of a scorching hot place. The surface of Mercury would do just fine. It was so hot and dry. No water in sight.

“Would you like a cool glass of water, young man?” A young woman’s bubble blond voice asked.

He opened his eyes, seeing a blond woman hand a little boy a bright red plastic cup. He then put both hands to his gaping mouth when the blond shrieked bloody murder. The little boy had thrown that water all in her painted face.

“You little shi…angel,” she gritted rather sharp teeth. “How about I go and get you something else, hmm?”

Clark quickly looked away.

Lex had better hurry or he was going to make a deep puddle at his feet and he was so not kidding either.

~*~

Lex gazed at his near bloodless face in the elevator mirror. The whole thing was one giant mirror. His reflection went on into forever within the polished glass.

“Do not worry, Mr. Luthor,” the man in the white suit told him. “There was no audio in the limo and the film has already been destroyed. We only do what we do in order to maintain the safety of our most favored clients.”

Lex turned. His face showed zero emotion and no reaction to his silky words at all. A man this beautiful couldn’t be trusted.

Clark was his world now and he would kill anyone who dared threaten it. He had gone crazy once before, now he was even more dangerous than ever. Like he had said, there was no telling what he might be capable of should something threaten to take Clark from him. A man with nothing to lose is nothing compared to a man who has it all to gain.

“I will trust that you are telling me the truth,” Lex spoke at last. His voice could have frozen gasoline solid. “But, I will make sure that your boss knows I don’t appreciate being watched and listened to.”

The man in white simply nodded his pretty head. “The rich and powerful do not become rich and powerful by trusting,” he spoke. “I’m sure you will do as you will, Mr. Luthor.”

Lex’s smile could have cleanly cut through bone. “You have no idea.”

The man in white chuckled. “My name is Sanatan,” he said. “Mr. Angel will tell you that all is well indeed.”

Lex blinked. “That is an unusual name.”

“For a white man?” Sanatan asked.

Lex cocked a brow. “For any man.”

“Let’s just say that my father had a twisted since of humor,” Sanatan chuckled.

“My father wouldn’t know humor even if he broke the bone,” Lex said, looking at the lights lighting up on the closed door. “This is one long ride.”

Sanatan shrugged. “The ride down is shorter.”

Well, those words hung in the air like some sweet scented gloom.


To Be Continued…

Author Note: Please review and tell me what you all think. I’m having a lot of fun with this story. Hmm, I wonder who this Sanatan feller be.

-Flora