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anythingdrabbleTitle: Bald, Painful, and Beautiful
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: Anything Drabble 127: Bald
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 24 February 2020
Warnings: Future AU
Summary: Clark comes home just in time to catch Lex in a pivotal moment.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sometimes, Clark still catches his husband looking in the mirror and studying his own reflection through critical, blue eyes when he thinks no one's watching. Tonight is one such time, as he lands silently just inside their open, bedroom window. He watches as Lex touches his bald head. His heart aches with the memory of how Lex, only one time, confessed to him how he'd always been bullied as a child.
The man he is now is confident. Words can not touch him, but Clark knows the past always hurts. The past always holds pain and power. Lex's past is a great deal of why he is the way he is now, why he shows no one, including Clark, his pain and sorrow. It's why he's driven to be the most powerful human being, and why he's tried so many times before to conquer the world -- not simply to domineer it, but to make sure nobody can hurt him or his ever again.
Their curtains whisper behind him in the night breeze. If Lex hears him moving, he clearly thinks it's just the wind, but as Clark nears the bathroom, he uses a tad of his superspeed, swiftly sealing the distance between them and scooping Lex into his arms. "I like it," he whispers into his love's ear, kissing the curve of his bald head where his neck begins. "Always have."
He kisses another bald spot and another, then makes a face. "Who wants hair anyway? Hair's boring, and it can be ugly. You're beautiful." He truly is, and has been since Clark, as an idealistic schoolboy, first set eyes on him. He is the sexiest and most beautiful man he's ever known, and for a superhero who's traveled galaxies and light years, even timelines, that's saying a great deal.
Lex laughs, actually laughs. It starts quietly but builds into a booming, warm sound. Clark cherishes the sound, cherishes holding the man he loves in his arms, cherishes everything about this moment together. The past does have power, he realizes suddenly, so much power. Their pasts are the reasons they are the men they are, both superhero and President, but they are also the reason why he loves this man so much, why they love each other so much. Yes, there were always little moments that hurt, often more than their fair share, but there'd also been moments, ever since he first met Lex, where their love had blossomed and grew until it became the shining, formidable force that gives them both the power, strength, and courage to do everything they do on a daily, and often nightly, basis.
Lex's blue eyes are sparkling with more joy than Clark has witnessed in them in too long. "I love you, you lunatic!" He laughs.
Clark joins in his laughter. "I love you too. Now come to bed." He kisses him, and without lifting his lips from his, lifts Lex where he belongs, into his arms and, quickly, into their bed.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Smallville
Characters/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: Anything Drabble 127: Bald
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 24 February 2020
Warnings: Future AU
Summary: Clark comes home just in time to catch Lex in a pivotal moment.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
Sometimes, Clark still catches his husband looking in the mirror and studying his own reflection through critical, blue eyes when he thinks no one's watching. Tonight is one such time, as he lands silently just inside their open, bedroom window. He watches as Lex touches his bald head. His heart aches with the memory of how Lex, only one time, confessed to him how he'd always been bullied as a child.
The man he is now is confident. Words can not touch him, but Clark knows the past always hurts. The past always holds pain and power. Lex's past is a great deal of why he is the way he is now, why he shows no one, including Clark, his pain and sorrow. It's why he's driven to be the most powerful human being, and why he's tried so many times before to conquer the world -- not simply to domineer it, but to make sure nobody can hurt him or his ever again.
Their curtains whisper behind him in the night breeze. If Lex hears him moving, he clearly thinks it's just the wind, but as Clark nears the bathroom, he uses a tad of his superspeed, swiftly sealing the distance between them and scooping Lex into his arms. "I like it," he whispers into his love's ear, kissing the curve of his bald head where his neck begins. "Always have."
He kisses another bald spot and another, then makes a face. "Who wants hair anyway? Hair's boring, and it can be ugly. You're beautiful." He truly is, and has been since Clark, as an idealistic schoolboy, first set eyes on him. He is the sexiest and most beautiful man he's ever known, and for a superhero who's traveled galaxies and light years, even timelines, that's saying a great deal.
Lex laughs, actually laughs. It starts quietly but builds into a booming, warm sound. Clark cherishes the sound, cherishes holding the man he loves in his arms, cherishes everything about this moment together. The past does have power, he realizes suddenly, so much power. Their pasts are the reasons they are the men they are, both superhero and President, but they are also the reason why he loves this man so much, why they love each other so much. Yes, there were always little moments that hurt, often more than their fair share, but there'd also been moments, ever since he first met Lex, where their love had blossomed and grew until it became the shining, formidable force that gives them both the power, strength, and courage to do everything they do on a daily, and often nightly, basis.
Lex's blue eyes are sparkling with more joy than Clark has witnessed in them in too long. "I love you, you lunatic!" He laughs.
Clark joins in his laughter. "I love you too. Now come to bed." He kisses him, and without lifting his lips from his, lifts Lex where he belongs, into his arms and, quickly, into their bed.
The End
