Fic: Forced
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sinderella81Title: Forced
Rating: R
Characters: Braniac, Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: Brainiac kidnaps Clark and prepares him to be his Empress ... Lex saves the day
Warnings: Forced feminization and slight non-con ... I think that's it.
Forced
“Rise and shine, Princess, time to get ready for the ball!”
Clark groaned and forced his eyes open. He winced when he came face to face with Professor Fine. No, not Professor Fine, Brainiac. He closed his eyes again and winced when Brainiac slapped him.
“Now, now, no sleeping,” Brainiac said, running a hand through Clark’s hair.
Clark sighed softly and opened his eyes again. He noticed that he was no longer in the barren warehouse where he’d been for the past four months. Now, he was in a sumptuous hotel suite. He noticed he wasn’t even tied up; but then again, Brainiac always kept Kryptonite nearby to incapacitate him; there was no need to tie him up.
“What do you want now?” Clark whispered hoarsely.
“You,” Brainiac said.
“What?” Clark asked, eyes wide with fear.
“Your father created me, and then rejected me,” Brainiac said. “But now I have you … “ He ran a hand through Clark’s long hair, tugging at the silky strands. “And you’re going to be my Empress when I overtake this world.”
“No,” Clark whispered. “I won’t.”
“Do you think you have a choice?” Brainiac asked, pulling hard on Clark’s hair. “You have no choice!” Brainiac sighed and smoothed Clark’s curls. “Now come on, we have lots of work ahead of us.” He lifted Clark easily into his arms and carried him to the bathroom where he sat him down in front of the vanity.
Clark saw himself in the mirror and cringed. There were circles under his eyes and his hair hung in limp waves past his shoulders. He hadn’t seen the sun in so long, and with the Kryptonite, he could barely move on his own.
Brainiac took a brush and began to gently brush Clark’s hair, talking to him in soft tones as he worked. “No, no, this won’t do,” Brainiac said, setting the brush down. “This won’t do at all.” He rummaged through the vanity and came back with a pair of scissors. “My Empress must look perfect.” He began to snip, sending curls floating to the floor around Clark.
Clark fought his tears; he didn’t want to be Brainiac’s Empress. He didn’t even know if anyone was even looking for him …
“Hmmm,” Brainiac mused as he considered Clark’s now chin length waves in the mirror. “Something still isn’t right.”
Clark stared at himself in the mirror. He was almost happy that Brainiac had chopped off all his hair, it was really starting to bother him.
“I have the perfect solution,” Brainiac said and bent down to rummage in the cupboards under the mirror. He pulled out a large paisley bag and turned to Clark with a smile.
“What … what are you going to do to me?” Clark whispered.
“I’m going to make you pretty,” Brainiac replied with a smile as he opened the bags and poured all of the small curlers onto the vanity.
Clark cried softly as he felt Brainiac began to pull on his hair, wrapping the strands tight around each curler. Brainiac wasn’t even trying to be gentle, yanking and twisting hard, making Clark’s scalp hurt and burn.
“There now, this will be much better,” Brainiac said. “Now it’s bath time.” He lifted Clark into his arms and carried him over to the large tub, placing him gently inside the vanilla scented water.
Clark sank into the water, the heady vanilla scent wafting into his nose. All he wanted to do was sink under the water and make it all go away; no one was coming for him … he was forgotten.
Brainiac hummed as he rummaged around the bathtub for a small bottle. “Now, my Empress should have gorgeous curls,” he said, squeezing the contents of the bottle all over Clark’s curlers. “This setting lotion should help them stay beautiful. Don’t you feel pretty, Empress?”
Clark remained silent, feeling the setting lotion run down the sides of his face and the back of his neck.
“Now it’s time for my Empress to get clean,” Brainiac said softly, running his hands over Clark’s curlers. He grabbed a loofah and loaded it up with vanilla scented body wash and began to briskly wash Clark’s skin.
Clark whimpered as his skin was rubbed almost raw. He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks both from pain and humiliation. He could hear Brainiac murmuring soft words in his ear but he tuned them out.
“There, now you smell enchanting,” Brainiac said, draining the tub and lifting Clark out. “Now this next part might be uncomfortable but it must be done if you are to be the perfect Empress.”
Clark felt himself briskly dried off as he was placed on a platform, his legs spread and his arms raised above his head. Brainiac roughly shackled Clark’s legs and arms, before moving to sit in a nearby easy chair.
Clark watched as the little AI that had been feeding him the past four months approached and began to smooth shaving cream over each leg all the way up the groin, his chest, armpits and face. He stiffened as he saw the light glint of the razor and whimpered as the AI began to systematically shave him, leaving red skin it its wake. He could see Brainiac sitting in his easy chair, smiling and stroking himself through his pants and cried harder.
Once the AI was done, it floated away and Brainiac stood up and padded across the room. “My poor Empress,” he murmured, releasing the shackles on Clark’s arms and feet and carrying Clark to the bed. “I’ll make it better.” He reached for the bottle of lotion and began to coat Clark’s skin in the vanilla scent.
Clark whimpered as the lotion burned on his skin. “I’ll never love you … never want to be here,” he whispered softly.
“I know,” Brainiac said. “But I will take what I can get. And when the world you know and love falls around you and all you’re left with is me … you’ll grow to love me.”
“Never,” Clark whispered.
“We’ll see,” Brainiac said as he wiped his hands and began to dress Clark. First, silk green panties, then a simple jean skirt and a dark green peasant top. “Gorgeous … now for the finishing touches.” He lifted Clark into his arms and carried him back to the bathroom and set him in front of the vanity before applying a thin coat of makeup to Clark’s face, emphasizing Clark’s wide green eyes and pouty red lips.
Clark didn’t want to look, yet he was drawn to the reflection in the mirror. Wide green eyes rimmed in eyeliner with eyelashes coated in black mascara stared back at him, and deep red lips pouted at him, leaving him enthralled.
Brainiac smiled at Clark in the mirror. “You are stunning, Empress,” he murmured. “Just one more thing … “ He began to remove the curlers one by one, leaving Clark’s hair a mass of ear length ringlets. Brainiac smoothed his fingers through Clark’s curls, creating a small ponytail with curls bouncing around Clark’s ears.
Clark remained silent, wishing it would all go away.
“Now, my Empress,” Brainiac said, lifting Clark back into his arms “Time to take your place at my side.” He carried Clark back into the bedroom one last time and placed Clark on the large bed. He allowed his hands to roam over Clark’s smooth skin, murmuring softly.
Please let me die, Clark thought to himself. Don’t let him take this from me … this thing that I am saving for someone else …
* * *
Lex paced back and forth in the Kawache caves, grumbling to himself. He had been searching for Clark for months, with no sign of him. He came to the one place where he thought he could get help.
“Please, someone needs to help me!” Lex called. “I have been looking for Clark for months and I can’t find him! Please, help me!”
“Kal-El has been kidnapped by the Brain Inter Active Construct.”
Lex whirled around at the ominous voice that echoed through the caves. “Kal-El, do you mean Clark?” he said.
“Kal-El, the man you know as Clark, is in Metropolis, in a suite at the Metropolis Grand, being held by the Brain Inter Active Construct.”
“How do I save him?” Lex said. He watched as light shot out from an opening in the wall, leaving behind a long sword. “This will kill the Brain Inter Active Construct?”
“Yes. It is Kryptonian steel and will destroy the Brainiac.”
“If I leave now, I can get there in a couple of hours and save him,” Lex murmured to himself.
“You must get there soon, before Brainiac takes Kal-El’s innocence.”
“His innocence? You mean that Brain thing is going to … ? I need to get there now,” Lex said.
“Step into the light. We will transport you to Kal-El’l location.” A pale yellow light appeared in one of the doorways.
Lex picked up the sword and stepped towards the light. Anything to save Clark.
* * *
“My Empress,” Brainiac murmured, slowly stripping Clark of his clothes.
Clark whimpered and struggled to get away from Brainiac’s cold touch. “No,” he murmured. “Stop.”
“You’ll grow to enjoy it,” Brainiac said.
Clark struggled harder to get out of Brainiac’s grasp, but was too weak. He closed his eyes and prayed for the world to end, for a tornado to hit, or to just disappear. When the hands stopped moving, he opened his eyes to find a large sword sticking out of Brainiac’s chest.
Brainiac dropped to the ground and disappeared in a puddle of silver liquid, exposing Clark’s denuded, naked form to Lex’s eyes.
“Clark?” Lex whispered. His eyes were drawn to Clark’s form, which was pale and thin, nothing like the golden god he’d been. He let his gaze travel up and stared at Clark’s beautiful face and stunning curls.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, his face red with shame. “Please … help me.”
Lex immediately grabbed the underwear, blouse and skirt from the floor. “I don’t see any other clothes,” he said. “I’m sure I have something at the penthouse that will fit you.” He helped Clark into the clothes and helped him to stand.
“You … you found me,” Clark murmured, leaning heavily on Lex as they left the hotel suite.
“I never stopped looking for you,” Lex replied softly. He noticed that the further away from the suite they moved, and the mysterious green rock, the healthier Clark looked.
“Thank you,” Clark breathed. He tried to avoid the stares of the patrons as Lex led him through the lobby to the outside, where Lex hailed a cab and helped Clark in.
“You look … “ Lex stared at Clark’s flawless skin, wide green eyes, and luscious curls.
“Like a freak,” Clark replied softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the traffic.
“Stunning,” Lex whispered, giving Clark a soft smile when Clark turned and stared at him. Lex pressed a finger to Clark’s lips, shushing him until they reached the penthouse.
Lex helped Clark all the way up to the penthouse, and settled Clark on his bed. He stripped off the skirt, blouse and panties and wrapped the sheets and blankets around Clark before hurrying to the kitchen to get Clark some food.
“Why are you doing this?” Clark asked as Lex placed a tray of fruits and cheeses in front of him.
“Because I care about you,” Lex murmured, feeding Clark a piece of cheese. He reached up and released Clark’s hair, allowing the curls to bounce around Clark’s cheeks and jaw.
“You … care?” Clark whispered.
“Always have,” Lex said with a soft smile, feeding Clark a strawberry. “I’m just sorry it took me so long to find you.”
Clark lowered his head. “He … wanted me to be his Empress … dressed me … sh-shaved me … I look like a freak,” he said.
Lex set the tray aside and climbed onto the bed with Clark. “You look androgynous, stunning,” he said, cupping Clark’s cheek.
“Stunning?” Clark whispered, eyes wide.
“Stunning,” Lex repeated, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Clark’s deep red lips.
Clark gasped, his lips parting ever so slightly. That was enough for Lex, whose tongue dove into Clark’s mouth, tasting the honey sweetness that existed only in Clark.
“Wow,” Clark breathed when Lex finally pulled back. He smiled and wiped at Lex’s mouth, cleaning off the smeared lipstick that decorated Lex’s lips.
Lex leaned into Clark’s gentle touch, kissing Clark’s palm. “Come on, let’s wash your face and your hair,” he said, helping Clark out of bed.
Clark followed Lex meekly, trying to hide himself, even though he was naked. Once in the bathroom, Lex finally took pity on the boy and handed him a large green silk robe. Clark slipped the robe on, gasping as the soft silk brushed against his bare skin.
“Sit here and we’ll take off all that makeup,” Lex said, leading Clark to a padded bench.
Clark sat down and closed his eyes as Lex began to clean his face. Clark sighed at Lex’s touch; it was soft, gentle, caring; nothing like Brainiac’s cold, cruel touch.
Lex carefully removed all traces of the makeup, revealing Clark’s naturally stunning beauty. When Clark’s face was clean, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Clark’s bare cheek. “Still stunning,” Lex whispered with a smile.
Clark blushed and ducked his head, smiling shyly at Lex from under lowered lashes.
“Come on, let’s wash your hair and then get you back in bed,” Lex said. He helped Clark stand and led him over to the bathtub, carrying the bench in his other hand. He set the bench in front of the tub and got Clark settled, running a gentle hand through Clark’s curls. He started the water and got it nice and warm before lifting the removable head and gently bending Clark’s head. “Head down now,” he murmured soothingly.
Clark rested his arms on the edge of the tub to support himself as he bent his head over the tub. He sighed as he felt Lex’s hands, gentle and caring, along with the warm water, gently caressing his hair and scalp. He could feel Lex’s hands gently massaging his scalp, the warm water rinsing away the setting lotion. Soon, the water disappeared and both of Lex’s hands briskly massaged in the shampoo, careful to make sure all his hair got equal attention.
Lex was exceedingly gentle as he rinsed the shampoo and applied the conditioner. He rinsed that, being just as gentle and began to pat Clark’s hair dry with a fluffy white towel.
“Come on now,” Lex said, helping Clark to stand. “Back to bed with you.” He led Clark to the bedroom, stopping for a moment to grab a brush.
Clark was half asleep as he padded to the bedroom. He didn’t even think about it as he dropped the silk robe and climbed into bed.
“Don’t get comfy just yet,” Lex said with a soft smile. “Your hair will be a rat’s nest tomorrow morning if we don’t do something about it now.” He climbed behind Clark and began to gently brush Clark’s chin length waves.
The rhythm of Lex’s gentle brushing was soothing, and Clark felt himself drifting off, leaning back against Lex.
Lex heard Clark’s deep breathing, and knew that the boy had fallen asleep. He climbed out from behind Clark and got him all tucked in, laying beside him on top of the dark purple duvet. He gently ran a hand through Clark’s hair, silently wishing that he could have found the boy sooner. He made a promise to himself that he would never let anything happen to this boy he loved so much. Clark would be protected, cherished … loved.
Rating: R
Characters: Braniac, Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: Brainiac kidnaps Clark and prepares him to be his Empress ... Lex saves the day
Warnings: Forced feminization and slight non-con ... I think that's it.
Forced
“Rise and shine, Princess, time to get ready for the ball!”
Clark groaned and forced his eyes open. He winced when he came face to face with Professor Fine. No, not Professor Fine, Brainiac. He closed his eyes again and winced when Brainiac slapped him.
“Now, now, no sleeping,” Brainiac said, running a hand through Clark’s hair.
Clark sighed softly and opened his eyes again. He noticed that he was no longer in the barren warehouse where he’d been for the past four months. Now, he was in a sumptuous hotel suite. He noticed he wasn’t even tied up; but then again, Brainiac always kept Kryptonite nearby to incapacitate him; there was no need to tie him up.
“What do you want now?” Clark whispered hoarsely.
“You,” Brainiac said.
“What?” Clark asked, eyes wide with fear.
“Your father created me, and then rejected me,” Brainiac said. “But now I have you … “ He ran a hand through Clark’s long hair, tugging at the silky strands. “And you’re going to be my Empress when I overtake this world.”
“No,” Clark whispered. “I won’t.”
“Do you think you have a choice?” Brainiac asked, pulling hard on Clark’s hair. “You have no choice!” Brainiac sighed and smoothed Clark’s curls. “Now come on, we have lots of work ahead of us.” He lifted Clark easily into his arms and carried him to the bathroom where he sat him down in front of the vanity.
Clark saw himself in the mirror and cringed. There were circles under his eyes and his hair hung in limp waves past his shoulders. He hadn’t seen the sun in so long, and with the Kryptonite, he could barely move on his own.
Brainiac took a brush and began to gently brush Clark’s hair, talking to him in soft tones as he worked. “No, no, this won’t do,” Brainiac said, setting the brush down. “This won’t do at all.” He rummaged through the vanity and came back with a pair of scissors. “My Empress must look perfect.” He began to snip, sending curls floating to the floor around Clark.
Clark fought his tears; he didn’t want to be Brainiac’s Empress. He didn’t even know if anyone was even looking for him …
“Hmmm,” Brainiac mused as he considered Clark’s now chin length waves in the mirror. “Something still isn’t right.”
Clark stared at himself in the mirror. He was almost happy that Brainiac had chopped off all his hair, it was really starting to bother him.
“I have the perfect solution,” Brainiac said and bent down to rummage in the cupboards under the mirror. He pulled out a large paisley bag and turned to Clark with a smile.
“What … what are you going to do to me?” Clark whispered.
“I’m going to make you pretty,” Brainiac replied with a smile as he opened the bags and poured all of the small curlers onto the vanity.
Clark cried softly as he felt Brainiac began to pull on his hair, wrapping the strands tight around each curler. Brainiac wasn’t even trying to be gentle, yanking and twisting hard, making Clark’s scalp hurt and burn.
“There now, this will be much better,” Brainiac said. “Now it’s bath time.” He lifted Clark into his arms and carried him over to the large tub, placing him gently inside the vanilla scented water.
Clark sank into the water, the heady vanilla scent wafting into his nose. All he wanted to do was sink under the water and make it all go away; no one was coming for him … he was forgotten.
Brainiac hummed as he rummaged around the bathtub for a small bottle. “Now, my Empress should have gorgeous curls,” he said, squeezing the contents of the bottle all over Clark’s curlers. “This setting lotion should help them stay beautiful. Don’t you feel pretty, Empress?”
Clark remained silent, feeling the setting lotion run down the sides of his face and the back of his neck.
“Now it’s time for my Empress to get clean,” Brainiac said softly, running his hands over Clark’s curlers. He grabbed a loofah and loaded it up with vanilla scented body wash and began to briskly wash Clark’s skin.
Clark whimpered as his skin was rubbed almost raw. He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks both from pain and humiliation. He could hear Brainiac murmuring soft words in his ear but he tuned them out.
“There, now you smell enchanting,” Brainiac said, draining the tub and lifting Clark out. “Now this next part might be uncomfortable but it must be done if you are to be the perfect Empress.”
Clark felt himself briskly dried off as he was placed on a platform, his legs spread and his arms raised above his head. Brainiac roughly shackled Clark’s legs and arms, before moving to sit in a nearby easy chair.
Clark watched as the little AI that had been feeding him the past four months approached and began to smooth shaving cream over each leg all the way up the groin, his chest, armpits and face. He stiffened as he saw the light glint of the razor and whimpered as the AI began to systematically shave him, leaving red skin it its wake. He could see Brainiac sitting in his easy chair, smiling and stroking himself through his pants and cried harder.
Once the AI was done, it floated away and Brainiac stood up and padded across the room. “My poor Empress,” he murmured, releasing the shackles on Clark’s arms and feet and carrying Clark to the bed. “I’ll make it better.” He reached for the bottle of lotion and began to coat Clark’s skin in the vanilla scent.
Clark whimpered as the lotion burned on his skin. “I’ll never love you … never want to be here,” he whispered softly.
“I know,” Brainiac said. “But I will take what I can get. And when the world you know and love falls around you and all you’re left with is me … you’ll grow to love me.”
“Never,” Clark whispered.
“We’ll see,” Brainiac said as he wiped his hands and began to dress Clark. First, silk green panties, then a simple jean skirt and a dark green peasant top. “Gorgeous … now for the finishing touches.” He lifted Clark into his arms and carried him back to the bathroom and set him in front of the vanity before applying a thin coat of makeup to Clark’s face, emphasizing Clark’s wide green eyes and pouty red lips.
Clark didn’t want to look, yet he was drawn to the reflection in the mirror. Wide green eyes rimmed in eyeliner with eyelashes coated in black mascara stared back at him, and deep red lips pouted at him, leaving him enthralled.
Brainiac smiled at Clark in the mirror. “You are stunning, Empress,” he murmured. “Just one more thing … “ He began to remove the curlers one by one, leaving Clark’s hair a mass of ear length ringlets. Brainiac smoothed his fingers through Clark’s curls, creating a small ponytail with curls bouncing around Clark’s ears.
Clark remained silent, wishing it would all go away.
“Now, my Empress,” Brainiac said, lifting Clark back into his arms “Time to take your place at my side.” He carried Clark back into the bedroom one last time and placed Clark on the large bed. He allowed his hands to roam over Clark’s smooth skin, murmuring softly.
Please let me die, Clark thought to himself. Don’t let him take this from me … this thing that I am saving for someone else …
* * *
Lex paced back and forth in the Kawache caves, grumbling to himself. He had been searching for Clark for months, with no sign of him. He came to the one place where he thought he could get help.
“Please, someone needs to help me!” Lex called. “I have been looking for Clark for months and I can’t find him! Please, help me!”
“Kal-El has been kidnapped by the Brain Inter Active Construct.”
Lex whirled around at the ominous voice that echoed through the caves. “Kal-El, do you mean Clark?” he said.
“Kal-El, the man you know as Clark, is in Metropolis, in a suite at the Metropolis Grand, being held by the Brain Inter Active Construct.”
“How do I save him?” Lex said. He watched as light shot out from an opening in the wall, leaving behind a long sword. “This will kill the Brain Inter Active Construct?”
“Yes. It is Kryptonian steel and will destroy the Brainiac.”
“If I leave now, I can get there in a couple of hours and save him,” Lex murmured to himself.
“You must get there soon, before Brainiac takes Kal-El’s innocence.”
“His innocence? You mean that Brain thing is going to … ? I need to get there now,” Lex said.
“Step into the light. We will transport you to Kal-El’l location.” A pale yellow light appeared in one of the doorways.
Lex picked up the sword and stepped towards the light. Anything to save Clark.
* * *
“My Empress,” Brainiac murmured, slowly stripping Clark of his clothes.
Clark whimpered and struggled to get away from Brainiac’s cold touch. “No,” he murmured. “Stop.”
“You’ll grow to enjoy it,” Brainiac said.
Clark struggled harder to get out of Brainiac’s grasp, but was too weak. He closed his eyes and prayed for the world to end, for a tornado to hit, or to just disappear. When the hands stopped moving, he opened his eyes to find a large sword sticking out of Brainiac’s chest.
Brainiac dropped to the ground and disappeared in a puddle of silver liquid, exposing Clark’s denuded, naked form to Lex’s eyes.
“Clark?” Lex whispered. His eyes were drawn to Clark’s form, which was pale and thin, nothing like the golden god he’d been. He let his gaze travel up and stared at Clark’s beautiful face and stunning curls.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, his face red with shame. “Please … help me.”
Lex immediately grabbed the underwear, blouse and skirt from the floor. “I don’t see any other clothes,” he said. “I’m sure I have something at the penthouse that will fit you.” He helped Clark into the clothes and helped him to stand.
“You … you found me,” Clark murmured, leaning heavily on Lex as they left the hotel suite.
“I never stopped looking for you,” Lex replied softly. He noticed that the further away from the suite they moved, and the mysterious green rock, the healthier Clark looked.
“Thank you,” Clark breathed. He tried to avoid the stares of the patrons as Lex led him through the lobby to the outside, where Lex hailed a cab and helped Clark in.
“You look … “ Lex stared at Clark’s flawless skin, wide green eyes, and luscious curls.
“Like a freak,” Clark replied softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the traffic.
“Stunning,” Lex whispered, giving Clark a soft smile when Clark turned and stared at him. Lex pressed a finger to Clark’s lips, shushing him until they reached the penthouse.
Lex helped Clark all the way up to the penthouse, and settled Clark on his bed. He stripped off the skirt, blouse and panties and wrapped the sheets and blankets around Clark before hurrying to the kitchen to get Clark some food.
“Why are you doing this?” Clark asked as Lex placed a tray of fruits and cheeses in front of him.
“Because I care about you,” Lex murmured, feeding Clark a piece of cheese. He reached up and released Clark’s hair, allowing the curls to bounce around Clark’s cheeks and jaw.
“You … care?” Clark whispered.
“Always have,” Lex said with a soft smile, feeding Clark a strawberry. “I’m just sorry it took me so long to find you.”
Clark lowered his head. “He … wanted me to be his Empress … dressed me … sh-shaved me … I look like a freak,” he said.
Lex set the tray aside and climbed onto the bed with Clark. “You look androgynous, stunning,” he said, cupping Clark’s cheek.
“Stunning?” Clark whispered, eyes wide.
“Stunning,” Lex repeated, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Clark’s deep red lips.
Clark gasped, his lips parting ever so slightly. That was enough for Lex, whose tongue dove into Clark’s mouth, tasting the honey sweetness that existed only in Clark.
“Wow,” Clark breathed when Lex finally pulled back. He smiled and wiped at Lex’s mouth, cleaning off the smeared lipstick that decorated Lex’s lips.
Lex leaned into Clark’s gentle touch, kissing Clark’s palm. “Come on, let’s wash your face and your hair,” he said, helping Clark out of bed.
Clark followed Lex meekly, trying to hide himself, even though he was naked. Once in the bathroom, Lex finally took pity on the boy and handed him a large green silk robe. Clark slipped the robe on, gasping as the soft silk brushed against his bare skin.
“Sit here and we’ll take off all that makeup,” Lex said, leading Clark to a padded bench.
Clark sat down and closed his eyes as Lex began to clean his face. Clark sighed at Lex’s touch; it was soft, gentle, caring; nothing like Brainiac’s cold, cruel touch.
Lex carefully removed all traces of the makeup, revealing Clark’s naturally stunning beauty. When Clark’s face was clean, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Clark’s bare cheek. “Still stunning,” Lex whispered with a smile.
Clark blushed and ducked his head, smiling shyly at Lex from under lowered lashes.
“Come on, let’s wash your hair and then get you back in bed,” Lex said. He helped Clark stand and led him over to the bathtub, carrying the bench in his other hand. He set the bench in front of the tub and got Clark settled, running a gentle hand through Clark’s curls. He started the water and got it nice and warm before lifting the removable head and gently bending Clark’s head. “Head down now,” he murmured soothingly.
Clark rested his arms on the edge of the tub to support himself as he bent his head over the tub. He sighed as he felt Lex’s hands, gentle and caring, along with the warm water, gently caressing his hair and scalp. He could feel Lex’s hands gently massaging his scalp, the warm water rinsing away the setting lotion. Soon, the water disappeared and both of Lex’s hands briskly massaged in the shampoo, careful to make sure all his hair got equal attention.
Lex was exceedingly gentle as he rinsed the shampoo and applied the conditioner. He rinsed that, being just as gentle and began to pat Clark’s hair dry with a fluffy white towel.
“Come on now,” Lex said, helping Clark to stand. “Back to bed with you.” He led Clark to the bedroom, stopping for a moment to grab a brush.
Clark was half asleep as he padded to the bedroom. He didn’t even think about it as he dropped the silk robe and climbed into bed.
“Don’t get comfy just yet,” Lex said with a soft smile. “Your hair will be a rat’s nest tomorrow morning if we don’t do something about it now.” He climbed behind Clark and began to gently brush Clark’s chin length waves.
The rhythm of Lex’s gentle brushing was soothing, and Clark felt himself drifting off, leaning back against Lex.
Lex heard Clark’s deep breathing, and knew that the boy had fallen asleep. He climbed out from behind Clark and got him all tucked in, laying beside him on top of the dark purple duvet. He gently ran a hand through Clark’s hair, silently wishing that he could have found the boy sooner. He made a promise to himself that he would never let anything happen to this boy he loved so much. Clark would be protected, cherished … loved.
