I'm
No Super Man
Written by: Arian
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I don't profit from them, I just like to play with them.
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"I didn't mean to break your heart," the words were whispered softly into an ear that may or may not have heard him. He looked down at the unconscious man in the bed before him. Features lax in slumber, hands resting lightly at his sides, legs straight out before him, head tilted ever so slightly to the side. The man he used to love, the man he still loved despite the seemingly never-ending battle between them, slept on.
He sat back in a chair pulled up next to the bed. He had won, when all was said and done. The man lying before him in this place was proof positive that what he had worked towards for a decade had finally succeeded. He had laid the man of steel flat on his back and rendered him human.
Now he was just Clark Kent, supposed victim of a hit and run, lying in the intensive care unit at Metropolis General and holding on by a thread. Lex hadn't meant for it to come this far. He'd wanted his friend back. He wanted the chance to love him and be loved by him. And now, for his own foolhardy actions, he might never have that opportunity again. Reaching forward, he grasped the fingers of Clark's closest hand, careful to avoid the splint on his pinky and to not jostle the man's shattered wrist.
He stroked absently at the knuckles of Clark's hand. "I'm so sorry, Clark. I never meant for this to happen. I was selfish. I missed you, I still miss you. I had no right to do this. I suspect you may have wanted it, somewhere deep down inside your heart in that place I know you try to ignore for the greater good, but never did I have the right to do this to you. I'm sorry, so sorry," his voice cracked and he dropped his head, still stroking softly. The fingers clasped between his twitched and Lex's head shot up. Clark was looking at him.
"Lex," he rasped. Lex leaned over him, straining to hear him over the whirring and beeping machines surrounding him. "I think you went a little overboard this time."
Lex's resolve crumpled. It had been years since he had let his guard down with anyone, and this time he couldn't stop himself. "I'm sorry, Clark, I'm so sorry," he sobbed, dropping his head to the mattress and taking care not to bump Clark even in his misery.
"Shut up, Lex."
It was enough to silence him for a moment and he kept his head down, unable to meet the gaze of the man whose life he had irrevocably altered. "Please, Clark," he finally whispered.
"I said shut up, Lex. I don't want to hear apologies or excuses anymore. Kiss me or get the fuck out and don't come back."
"Kiss-what?"
"I knew what you were doing, Lex. I'd known for a long time. I could have stayed away. I entered what you considered a trap of my own free will. For twenty years I've been Superman. For twelve of those years I've had to live without you. I couldn't do it anymore, so I let you take it away. So kiss me or get out, Lex. Make up your mind."
Lex didn't hesitate to take what he'd been longing for from the moment he'd lost it. He pressed his lips to Clark's, sealing their fate and rekindling what once was. "Love you, Clark, never stopped."
The fingers of his good hand cupped Lex's cheek, thumb stroking over the scar on his upper lip. "No more fighting, no more plotting, no more lies and evil schemes. Promise me it's over and I'll promise you everything I have to give."
"I promise."
"Me too."
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