Title: Betrayed
Author: Cassiopeia
Rated: R to be on the safe side.
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Beta reader: A HUGE Thanx to Lady Angel for being a wonderful beta and for not killing me for all the mistakes I made.
Spoilers: Not really. Though this is set after Tempest, I'm making believe it never happened. ^_^
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary and/or challenge: Lex finds out Clark's secret
Part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
Notes : Not how I usually write my stuff, but it sort of just came to me in first/present, so ... *heh* That's how it is. I kindda like it like that though. Adds something *shrug*

BETRAYED
By Cassiopeia

I can see him standing out there in the rain, shoulders hunched, staring down at the ground. Normally, I would have invited him in but right now, I just can't bring myself to care. If he wanted to get out of the rain, he would. The fact that he's standing there, soaking wet as the storm rages around him, is proof of his guilt. Of his betrayal.

It was four days ago when I found out about him. It was completely by mistake, which surprised me to no end.  The day we became lovers, I no longer wanted to know his secrets.  Now, I'm wishing I had pushed harder. I don't want to admit it, but it hurts more than I can hardly bear.  It hurts to know that he didn't trust me with all he was. I trusted him.  And to a Luthor, that's not a small thing.

I can't see him now, he must have gone home. There's an internal war going on inside my head right now. Part of me hopes that he's gone and he won't come back, while the other part hopes he comes back.  As much as I don't want to admit it, I need him. I need his love.    

"Lex?"

And he's here. My back is towards him so he can't see the hurt on my face before I cover it. I know he'll see it when I turn around, though.  Clark can read me like an open book. It annoys me that he knows me so well. "Yes, Clark?"

"We need to talk." His voice is low and desperate as he starts walking towards me.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before answering. "What else is there to say, Clark? You didn't feel it was necessary to tell me about yourself. At least now I know how you feel about me."

"Lex!" His voice is desperate as he moves even closer. "It's not like that. Please, Lex, I love you. I love you!"

I whirl around so I'm facing him; I know my expression is completely cold and neutral. "You love me? Clark, if you loved me, I wouldn't have had to find out for myself. I stopped trying to figure out what you were. The day we became lovers I stopped because I cared about you that much. But you..." I can't even continue. I've never felt an emotion like this before. It hurts everywhere.

He touches my shoulder and it takes all my will power not to flinch. "Lex, I wanted to tell you. I did... I didn't mean for you to just find out. Please believe that."

"I can't, Clark." I move away from him and back to the window where the rain is a steady stream of water down the glass. It seems perfect, rain to go with the drama of the end of the only relationship I've ever had. "If you really loved me you wouldn't have hid that from me. I told you the truth about me. About everything that I did while in Smallville. I told you, Clark! Things that could have ruined me, but I told you." My anger is showing now, but I don't care. I need him to know, to understand my hurt.

"I know," Clark whispers. I can hear him moving towards me again. "I can't say anything more than I'm sorry. I was going to tell you. I've wanted to for a really long time, but I didn't know how to start, and Dad kept saying how you can't be trusted-"

"Do you trust me, Clark?" I ask, cutting him off as I feel his arms slide around me. I don't protest, but I don't give in either.

"Yes," he breathes, his lips close to my ear. Clark bends a little more until his face is pressed into my neck. "I trust you with everything, Lex. Please believe me."

I close my eyes for a moment, wanting to lean back against him, but I don't. I stand there like a statue, holding my brandy glass and staring out the window. I can't give in. Not to this. If I do, I know I'll never get control back. I have to be in control. I can't loose it. "I..." I'm not even sure what to say. "Tell me... what are you?"

"Lex?" He’s confused now.

"What are you, Clark? Talk to me like I don't already know." I don't know what else to do. I don't want him to go. I don't want this to be over. I can't remember the last time I was truly happy before I met Clark.

"Okay... Like you don't know," he whispers, picking his head up from against my neck and pulling away. "Um... d-do you remember the... the meteor shower way back when?" I can practically hear him shaking his head. "Of course you do. Um, It was my fault. I brought them."

I stand there a moment. "Okay... I don't understand. You ‘brought’ them? How?"

"I... yeah. I'm not human." He sounded sad and when I turn to look at him, he was staring at the floor.

Okay, so maybe I didn't know what I thought I did. I saw that . . . spaceship? . . .  in the storm cellar but the idea of an alien coming to earth was so “X-Files,” I dismissed the idea. I guess I shouldn't have dismissed it so quickly. "You're an alien?"

"Yes," he admitted softly, still staring at the floor.

I stood there a moment and watched him. "I saw the ship in your storm cellar," I confess to him. "Then when I saw you doing your chores at that speed, I figured it had something to do with the shower, but I didn't think you were an alien." I walk to him and sit down on the couch. "Do you know where you're from?" The scientist in me helps me momentarily forget my hurt.

"No. There were some writings on the ship and on this metal tablet Dad has, but I don’t know what it says. He said he's been trying to decipher it for a really long time, but..." he trails off shrugging his shoulders.

I put a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at me, startled. I actually startled myself because I find that I'm smiling. Clark's an alien and there is a ship with writing. A ship. From another planet. I can feel my smile spread and I watch the wary look that passed over my lover’s face. "Don't worry, Clark. I won't tell anyone."

I lay my head on his shoulder for a moment and am pleased when he puts his arm around me. "I... I'm hurt that you didn't tell me, but..." I trail off. This “expressing my emotions” thing is hard and I don't want to say anything that makes me sound any weaker. "Could I see the ship... with you there? Maybe I can help figure out what it says." Again, the scientist in me is coming through. I shift and stand before I start pacing. "Maybe if I can figure out some of the symbols I can help. I'm sure they have some sort of pattern I could figure out." I look up to find Clark staring at me with lust and desire clearly written on his face. Apparently, me being a scientific geek gets him off. I smirk and continue with my theory. "I wonder if something happened to your planet and those rocks are all that's left? Of course, you would have to had been traveling much faster than light in order to get here. And meteors don't travel like that. It's curious how they go-" I was cut off by a large, and very sexy, alien pouncing on me, sending us both to the floor. "Clark?" I knew I squeaked his name, but that pounce completely took me by surprise. As did the growling.

"Keep talking, Lex," Clark says, his voice is husky and low. I can swear he's growling . "I never knew you were such a scientist."

"Yes, I like science much more than business." Clark's tongue is trailing along my neck and I shiver. I shift just a bit under him and arch as his fingers trail along my sides. I groan when I feel his hardness pressing against my own. Apparently, science really does get Clark hot. I'll have to remember that. "Ah... Clark." I arch against him again and bury my fingers in his hair. I'm still hurt, but I know that we can work around it. I have to believe that, because without Clark, I'm afraid of what I might become. My thoughts are cut off when Clark's mouth closes over my nipple and sucks. "Clark," I moan arching up into the feel of his tongue on me. Oh... god he's good at that. "Clark... w- ah yes- wait."

Clark pulls back and looks at me, his eyes are dark and filled with lust. "What?" he asks lifting his head just long enough to get the word out before making his way back down my chest. He shifts, holding me down and starts to trace the muscles of my stomach, making me moan and arch into him.

"We should ga-AH! Clark!" He knows me so well and he's using that knowledge to get me as hot as he can. He doesn't have to work that hard though; it seems I'm always hot for him, even when we're just innocently eating dinner. It's embarrassing sometimes.

I can feel him starting to unzip my pants and I moan, arching my hips into his face. "Let's go upstairs, then you can continue," I say to him, my voice husky with my desire for him. I've already removed his shirt and am now running my fingers over his smooth, hot skin. I love the feel of Clark. Above me or under me or beside me, it doesn't matter as long as I can touch him.

Clark lifts his head and smiles down at me. "Okay, Lex." He dips his head to give me a hard kiss and wraps his arms tightly around me. I can feel a rush of air, and suddenly I'm dizzy, before I feel the softness of my bed beneath me. Clark's grinning down at me and I know he must have used his speed to get us up here. "I love you, Lex," he says before kissing me again, his tongue sweeps into my mouth for a long, slow exploring drawing a low moan out of me.

I smile at him and tugged until he was looking down at me. "I forgive you, Clark." He closes his eyes and for a moment I'm afraid of what he was going to say, but when he opens them, I can see the relief and love he has for me shining through his eyes. I know now, at this moment, that I truly love him. I can't say it yet, and not only because I suddenly find my tongue being sucked into an incredibly tasty mouth, but because it's not right yet. I promise myself, though, to tell him as soon as we're done. And this is one promise I indeed to keep. I smile at the thought as the two of us get down to the business of wearing each other out.

I can't believe how lucky I am. And somehow, the fact that Clark didn't tell me his secret doesn't matter because I love him and I know we'll get through all this.

Some how...

The End.