Fic: Bewitched

[sinderella81]

Title: Bewitched
Author: cinderella81and lexalicious70
Rating: R
Characters: Clex
Disclaimer: Not Mine!  I just like to play!
Summary:  AU of 'Spell' ... What if Lex had found a chained up Clark first?  What if Isobel had come back and put a spell on the two of them?
Warnings: Non-con ... kinda

Clark winced as the chains bit into his wrists. Lana ... No, not Lana, Isobel and her friends who'd taken over Chloe and Lois had chained him up and spelled him to spill the location of the stone. Now he was stuck chained up in the barn with no way of getting free and no idea on how to get his powers back.

 

"Clark?" A familiar voice called from the open barn doors. "Clark! Are you in here?"

 

Clark twisted his head around to the voice. "Lex?" he called.

 

"Clark!" Lex followed the sound of Clark's voice and jogged over to him. "My God, Clark . . . did Lana do this?"

 

"She's not Lana," Clark said, wincing again as the chains dug into his wrists. "But yeah, she and Chloe and Lois chained me up."

 

Lex rose up on his tiptoes and started to work at the chains, his throat closing in sympathy at Clark's bloodied wrists and chest. "Hang on, I'll try and get you down."

 

Clark took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of Lex, his eyes closed. He could feel Lex's hands around his wrists, soft and gentle.

 

Out on the road, Isobel's eyes narrowed and she raised her hands to her friends. "Stop." 

 

Brianna and Madeline stopped and looked at Isabel. "What?" Brianna asked.

 

"Alexander. He tries to free the warlock so that he can reach the caves before we do." She turned. "Wait here, the both of you." 

 

"Fine," Madeline said with a pout.

 

Clark's arms were starting to hurt from the strain of being chained above his head. "Thank you, Lex," he whispered softly.

 

"You pulled me away from that piano, it's the least I can do. Try and hold--" Lex broke off suddenly and his lean frame stiffened and stilled. 

 

Clark's eyes darted around the barn and saw Isobel standing in front of him and Lex. "How sweet," Isobel said with a sneer.

 

Lex tried to speak but found every muscle, every nerve, completely frozen. 

 

Isobel stepped closer, leaning into Lex. "You care for Clark," she whispered. "You wish to touch him."

 

Clark's eyes were wide as he listened to Isobel whispering. Was it true? Did Lex really care for him like that?

 

Oh God, please . . . Lex's mind yammered in panic as Isobel spoke of his deepest secret. 

 

"I'm going to grant your deepest desire," Isobel murmured. "Combibo pro infinitio - for eternity."

 

Clark watched as a pink mist filled the barn and began to sink into his and Lex's skin.

 

Lex dropped to his knees at the command even as he tried to disobey. Lana's Latin accent wasn't perfect, but Lex's Latin was excellent, and he knew that combibo was a Latin verb: to suck. His hands rose of their own accord and began to unbutton the fly of Clark's jeans. 

 

Clark's eyes widened as he watched Lex kneel in front of him. "Lex," he whispered. "Lex ... wait ..."

 

Isobel laughed and clapped her hands with glee. "Oh this is just perfect," she said. "Have fun!" And with a flick of her wrist she was gone.

 

Lex watched his own hands yank Clark's jeans and boxers down, but his eyes were dark with fear and shame. "Clark . . . Clark, sorry . . . so sorry--" Lex's left hand reached out and his fingers curled around the flaccid flesh. 

 

Clark gasped at Lex's touch. "Oh," he breathed, unconsciously arching into the soft touch. He wrenched his chained hands and gripped the wood, closing his eyes and trying to remain calm.

 

Lex used every bit of mental strength he had to try and resist, but the more he resisted, the stronger the spell took hold of his body. He groaned and his hand shook as it tightened around Clark's cock and began to stroke and tug.

 

"Fuck," Clark whispered, feeling his cock eagerly respond to Lex's ministrations. "God ... Lex ... "

 

Lex made a small, strangled sound of protest as he felt his mouth open wide, and then it sucked Clark's cock inside without hesitation.

 

Clark whimpered and arched into Lex's mouth. "Sorry ... oh god, so sorry ... feels so good ... "

 

"Mmmmhhggg!" Lex moaned, wanting to explain, wanting to pull back and run, wanting to stay and take Clark and make him his. All he could do, though, was obey Isobel's command. 

 

Clark gripped the wood above his head harder, feeling his hips start to move, thrusting vigorously into Lex's mouth, feeling himself on the edge of orgasm.

 

Lex felt Clark's erection go even harder against his tongue and his mind screamed to pull away, to stop, but he could no more stop sucking than he could stop breathing. His hands seemed glued to Clark's lean hips as his head continued to bob. 

 

"Fuck ... gonna ... oh Lex!" Clark cried, spilling deep down Lex's throat.

 

Lex gasped and snorted, but then his throat muscles seemed to take over as they relaxed to employ a technique that hadn't been used since his clubbing days back in Metropolis. He swallowed, and the analytical part of his mind, which was always working even under the worst of circumstances, noted that Clark's issue was unlike what he'd expected. It was sweet, not salty, and had a flavor that reminded Lex of the black licorice candies his mother had liked and had often shared with him when he was a boy.

 

"Lex," Clark whispered. "Oh God, Lex ... I'm so sorry ... If Isobel hadn't ... I could have broken ... saved you ... " He was babbling, saying things he probably shouldn't be he didn't care.

 

Lex squeezed his eyes shut as his lips tightened around Clark's softening cock, unable to disobey the spell Isobel had put on him. He could only open his mouth far enough to suck, but not to speak. He gave a choked whimper as his head continued to bob up and down. 

 

Clark whimpered softly; his brain was exhausted, but his body ... his body was responding ... again. "Oh God ... "

 

Lex's hands tightened on Clark's thighs and he moaned as he felt Clark's flesh start to fill his mouth again. He relaxed his throat to accommodate the huge member, as he had little to no control over how hard he was sucking. 

 

Clark whimpered as he felt his body responding to Lex, again. He didn't think his b body was made to twice in such a short time period, yet here he was, close to a second orgasm.

 

"Cllllhhm," Lex moaned around the hardening flesh as he felt and heard Clark's breathing quicken its pace. 

 

"Oh ... fuck ... no ... not again ... Lex!" Clark cried, orgasming for the second time.

 

Lex’s pale, slender throat worked, squeezing his eyes shut in shame and sympathy for Clark as he swallowed.

 

*           *           *

 

Clark was crying softly. He couldn't count the number of times he'd come, couldn't tell how much time had passed. He was exhausted, yet his body kept responding.

 

Lex gave a strangled whimper as he swallowed once more. His lips were split and bleeding, his eyes were red, and he felt as if he had swallowed gallons of Clark's fluids. His knees and back ached from kneeling. 

 

"No more," Clark whimpered, tears streaming down his face. "Lex ... if we're going to die here ... you need to know some things about me."

 

Lex closed his eyes and tried to nod, but he was unable to stop the movements of his head. His index finger tapped Clark's thigh once. Yes. 

 

Clark tried to give Lex a tiny smile, but failed. "I have feelings for you ... But I want you to know the truth ... I'm not from around here ... Do you want to hear more?"

 

Another tap, even though Lex's head continued to bob. His bleeding lips smeared Clark's erection with blood. 

 

Clark started to pant softly, feeling another orgasm approaching. "Fuck ... Um ... I came down with the meteors ... They're what's left of my planet ... if Isobel and her witchy friends hadn't taken my powers I could have broken through these damn chains and stopped this, and god I love you so much!" He sobbed softly, feeling himself orgasm ... again. His cock was raw, he could feel bruises on his hips, his arms hurt from being chained above his head for hours, and he was so exhausted he thought he would die.

 

Lex gagged as his overworked throat muscles refused to contract, and some of Clark's fluid dripped back onto the barn floor. His eyes rolled and his vision blurred, but the spell refused to give up its hold on him. Clark's words burned into his brain at the same time. The meteors, Clark's unexplained presence at times when Lex needed him the most . . .

 

"Holy shit!" Clark's gaze flew to the doorway of the barn and saw Jason Teague. "Help," Clark sobbed. "Please ... "

 

"Jesus! Clark? Lex . . . " Jason stared for a moment before running over to them. 

 

"Please," Clark said, barely conscious. "Move ... Lex ... away ... "

 

"Lex . . . Lex! Stop. C'mon . . . it's okay now, stop . . . " Jason crouched down and slipped his arms around Lex. He tried to pull Lex off of the younger man, but Lex only drew forward again as if by an invisible magnet. 

 

"Try ... harder ... " Clark murmured. Jason yanked hard on Lex, tossing him onto a nearby pile of hay.

 

Lex tumbled into the hay and his lean body went limp, arms and legs splayed. 

 

Jason was still for a second, watching Lex to make sure he wasn't going to go back to Clark before rushing over to free Clark's arms.

 

Clark nearly fell over, his arms tingling as blood rushed back into them. He winced as he tucked himself away, blushing bright red. "It was Lana - or rather Isobel," he said. "She and Chloe and Lois took off somewhere."

 

"Then we've got to stop them," Jason said. "She has that spell book and she's going to do God knows what with it!"

 

Clark nodded, rubbing his arms a bit. "I agree," he said.  "Get Lex back to the mansion and then check the Talon - I'll check the school."

 

Jason nodded and picked Lex up over his shoulder. The young billionaire was limp and still.

 

Clark waited until Jason was out of sight before rushing off as quickly as he could to the caves. He just hoped that he hadn't lost Lex forever.

 

                                                            *           *           *          

 

Lex ran a hand gently over the keys of his piano, which had been thoroughly cleaned of his blood. He paused but didn't sit down, and then turned away to pace the length of his office. 

 

Jason had just left. The young man had told Lex that Lana, Chloe and Lois were apparently back to normal, and that the spell book had vanished somewhere in the caves. When Lex had asked about Clark, Jason had only said that Clark had probably been involved, but he didn't know for sure. 

 

Clark shifted a bit as he stood outside the mansion. He'd dealt with Isobel and her cohorts and got his powers back, but was still feeling the after affects. Mostly, he was tired and his ... um ... was still a bit tender. He didn't want to just barge in on Lex so soon after what had happened, so he rang the doorbell.

 

Lex's butler, a shy but pleasant Filipino man named Mapanko, answered the door. He smiled at Clark politely. 

 

"Hi," Clark murmured. "Um ... is Lex here?"

 

"Mr. Lex? In the study," the young man nodded, and gestured down the hall.

 

"Thank you," Clark murmured shyly and made his way down the hall to the study.

 

Lex paused at his scotch decanter and then scowled slightly as he realized the alcohol would probably do little for the ache in his throat or his very sore lips. 

 

Clark knocked softly on the open study door. "Lex?" he said softly.

 

Lex turned at the knock. When he saw it was Clark, he turned away, but beckoned the boy in with one hand. 

 

Clark stepped in tentatively. "Are you feeling ... okay?" he asked softly.

 

"Well enough, Clark," Lex said, his voice soft and froggy.

 

"Um ... about last night," Clark murmured. "I ... um ... when you're feeling better ... I'd like to try it again ... without the spell or the pain or the ... um ... chaffing."

 

Lex turned and stared at the young man for a moment. "Clark . . . I'd laugh if I didn't think my lips would split open again."

 

Clark blushed and dropped his head a bit. "It was ... a horrible way for it to happen, but ... I've never felt so free now that you know ... "

 

"You're a sweet man, Clark Kent, and I appreciate what you're trying to do . . . but I also understand that you weren't in your right mind yesterday. Please . . . don't offer me something that we both know you truly don't want."

 

Clark made his way across the room, stepping into Lex's space. "How do you know what I truly want?" Clark murmured, gently cupping Lex's cheek.

 

Lex pulled away. "Isobel put a spell on us both. But what she said about my desires was true." He averted his eyes. "My desires. Not yours."

 

Clark dropped his hand. "Mine too," he murmured. "God Lex, you're so gorgeous, so confident ... I've wanted to be with you since you came back from the island ... That hug? The first time I saw you after you returned? God Lex, all I wanted to do was kiss you."

 

Lex closed his eyes. "Please, Clark. Stop it. I can't be responsible for destroying your innocence."

 

"No, I'm not going to stop," Clark said. He reached out to caress Lex's cheek, his fingers dancing across Lex's chapped lips. "I'm eighteen, the age of consent, and I want you ... I want to sleep in your arms and wake up to your gorgeous face and breathe the scent that is you."

 

Lex trembled under his fingers. "Clark." 

 

"I'm the last of my kind, but when I'm with you ... I don't feel alone anymore," Clark breathed. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Lex's cheek, not wanting to further injure Lex's lips. "And I know we are both too tired and sore to do anything right now, but please Lex ... "

 

"What?" Lex's eyes flared open. "What did you say?"

 

"I don't feel alone when I'm with you," Clark whispered. "I could be surrounded by all my friends and feel completely alone, but when I'm with you ... it all goes away."

 

Lex shook his head. "You said you were the last of your kind." It hurt like hell to talk, but Lex pushed through the pain. 

 

Clark nodded and dropped his head. "I am the Last Son of Krypton," he murmured. "My parents sent me here ... just before my home planet exploded."

 

Lex gazed at his friend. "Clark . . . are you certain that the effects of Isobel's spell are completely gone?" 

 

Clark nodded. "Isobel is gone," he said. "The spell is gone ... this is just me."

 

"What are you telling me, Clark? That you're not human?" 

 

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Clark whispered.

 

Lex shook his head slowly. "Clark . . . " Even as he spoke his friend's name, Lex understood the truth he was hearing. All of Clark's unexplained appearances, his rescues. 

 

Clark took a step back, letting Lex absorb what he'd said. "I've wanted to tell you for so long," he whispered. "You did hit me, and I pulled roof off your car to get you out."

 

"Oh, God," Lex groaned, and reached out to touch Clark's face. "Right . . . I was right . . . "

 

Clark nodded, leaning into Lex's touch. "You were right," he whispered.

 

Lex stepped closer, his eyes eating up Clark's face.

 

Clark reached out tentatively and put his hands on Lex's shoulders. "Talk to me, please," Clark whispered. "Don't send me away ... "

 

"I always knew there was something . . . anyone can see you're special," Lex said softly. "I just thought that failed to earn your trust . . . that you'd never share your secret with me."

 

"Wanted to," Clark whispered. "Mom and Dad scared me ... told me people would lock me away, but I wanted you to know ... you're my best friend ... "

 

"I am your friend, Clark. Whether you ever believed that or not, I am. I know I'm not the man you want me to be . . . "

 

Clark moved his hand to press a finger to Lex's lips. "You try," he whispered. "You are not your father and I ... I love you."

 

Lex's throat burned with emotion and he closed his eyes. "People who love me get hurt, Clark. They get hurt and they get killed."

 

"Can't get hurt, can't get killed," Clark whispered. "Well, unless there's Kryptonite around and I'm not blabbing that secret to anyone but you."

 

"I swear I'll guard that--and anything else you tell me--with my life. It's all I've ever wanted to do, Clark."

 

Clark gave Lex a shy smile and pressed another soft kiss to Lex's cheek. "Now, how are you really feeling?"

 

"Sore, chapped, generally in an ill temper, but . . . " Lex managed a small smile. "I think you've managed to make me feel better."

 

Clark smiled softly. "I'm exhausted, and ... well ... chaffed ... " He ducked his head and blushed. "My pants are driving me crazy!"

 

The corner of Lex's mouth twitched. "Perhaps I can do something about that." He took Clark's hand. "I have a very large tub in the master bathroom, and it sounds like you could do with a good hot soak."

 

"I ... um ... I like the sound of that," Clark whispered.

 

"Excellent. And don't worry about this." Lex touched his swollen lips. "Thanks to the meteors, I lost my hair, but gained the ability to heal quickly from almost any injury."

 

"Good," Clark murmured. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

 

Lex led Clark up the stairs toward the bathroom. "I know I look fragile, but I'm made from some pretty tough stuff," he smiled.

           

                                                            *           *           *          

 

Hours later, Clark was smiling down at Lex as they lay tucked into Lex's bed. "Your skin is so soft," he murmured, tracing patterns on Lex's bicep with his finger.

 

"Is it?" Lex reached up and stroked his hand through Clark's dark, damp hair.

 

Clark nodded sleepily. "Yeah," he mumbled. "Like it lots."

 

"I like the way you feel, too," Lex admitted softly. "Clark . . . are you sure about this?"

 

Clark nodded, curling up closer to Lex. "I'm sure," he whispered. "Can't you feel it? It feels ... right."

 

"I feel it." Lex nodded. "And I want you to know that I won't send you away after this." He stroked Clark's hair again. "I promise."

 

"'Kay," Clark whispered, resting his head on Lex's chest. "Can't get rid of me."  

 

"Remember what I told you when we first met? That we'd be the stuff of legends? That still stands. We're always going to be together, Clark." Lex closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back on Clark's broad shoulder. 

 

"Stuff of legends," Clark mumbled. "Like that ... Love you." Clark's eyes drifted closed and soon he and Lex were wrapped in blissful sleep. 

 

Neither one of them heard the words that drifted through the open bedroom window.

 

Pro infinitio.

Comments

[twinsarein.livejournal.com]

Pro infinitio indeed. What a beautiful piece. I loved the conversation at the end the best, but it was all awesome. I have to say I was really glad to see this. I was bit by a little plot bunny over a week ago week and the idea was, what if Lex found Clark chained up first... However, I am not a writer so I kept trying to shoo it away. Now, with this awesome fic maybe the bunny will leave me alone.

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Thanks hon! We had a total ball putting the idea into story form. We had the same plot bunny *wink* and this is the product! So glad you enjoyed it!

[lexalicious70.livejournal.com]

Our bunnies are dangerous, aren't they babe! Wait until I tell you about the one I had this morning in the shower! XD

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Our bunnies are bad and naughty! *wink*

[chavelaprincess.livejournal.com]

WOW! OMG! So good. I loved this. I felt for the ache that Clark and Lex had to go through that embarrassment. But it was worth it in the end!
YAY!

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

So glad that you enjoyed it! It was a bunny that just attacked and wouldn't let go ...

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

While that may not have been the best way for Clark and Lex to get together, it ended happy in the end. And that's what matters. :)

I love Clark pressing forward in telling Lex the truth, even if Lex kept trying to stop him. :)

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Yeah, not the best way for the two of them to hook up, but ... it worked out! *g*

[hoperoy.livejournal.com]

I loved this, basically because you put them in a really bad situation and then made everything better. I love happy endings. :)

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

*g* Happy endings are the best!!!

[danceswithgary]

Great what-if scenario - I really liked Clark pushing ahead with the truth!

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

*g* Thanks! Yeah, I think Clark has always wanted to tell the truth ...

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

Definitely a wonderful plot bunny, and I really like what you've done with it! Our guys got hurt a little *pets bleeding Lex and chafed Clark* but they wound up happy together in the end, and that's what counts. *sighs happily*

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

*g* Yeah, our boys did get a bit injured, but it all turned out happy in the end! Happily ever afters are the best! *wink*

[ender24]

you guys are incredible!
horror, fun, and hotness, and kinks, all mixed together!
I would not have thought it to be possible, and you did all that!!!!!!!

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Thanks, hon!!!

Horror, fun, hotness and kinks, huh? *grins* That's a fun combination! *winks*

[vicis-lues.livejournal.com]

I love how you had Clark trying to confess everything because he thought that they were goiing to die there. And while I love the way you ended it, with a Happy Ever After, if they *had* died, well, what a way to go!

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Yep, it would have been a great way to go ...