Fic: Moon (2/2)
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starsandseaTitle: Moon (2/2)
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 631
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous part can be found here. Again, I must stress that this is not a happy fic. Not happy at all. Also, tenses are evil.
Clark is holding Bruce in the moonlight at last, seeing his beautiful pale skin glowing in the darkness, like a elvin prince, completely otherworldly, seeing the moonbeams dancing in his hair, seeing Bruce's eyes lit up with blue fire, the moonlight studding them with silver.
Clark thinks he's never seen Bruce look so beautiful.
Bruce is looking at him like he's never seen him before, like he'll never be able to see enough of him, even if he does nothing else but look at him for the rest of eternity.
Clark holds Bruce in his arms, breathing in moonlight and Bruce's scent, feels Bruce warm against his body, an arm around his neck, can barely see the silky black cape and armour because of the tears in his eyes. But he can see Bruce's smile, his smile, and Clark's wanted nothing more than this for so long now, he can't remember not wanting it, but not like this, never like this, he would happily give up never having seen Bruce like this, if it could make things better, make them right, the way they were meant to be when this happened.
Because Clark can see Bruce's blood seeping out of his body, can see the blood, shot through with moonlight, pooling around them, and it shouldn't be so beautiful, it should look horrible and disgusting, but... But nothing about Bruce could ever be anything else but beautiful, couldn't possibly be anything else...
"Clark." Bruce whispers his name so quietly, Clark can barely hear it, but he can see the silvery-red blood trailing down from Bruce's mouth, and he thinks, for a sudden, bizarre moment, that Bruce truly must be a elf, because they have silvery-red blood, and... and Bruce can't be dying. He can't. Not because of him, because of his stupidity...
"Clark." Bruce says his name again, and Clark can see tears in his eyes, glistening like diamonds in the moonlight, and far more precious than any lifeless gem.
"Bruce..." Clark can barely speak, but Bruce just smiles at him, a smile without pain or grief, full only with happiness and love. He brings Bruce closer so he can hear his words, can whisper them against his mouth, can breathe them in so can they can live, safe within his soul, for all eternity.
"I love you," Bruce whispers, and Clark's tears finally fall, fall to land on Bruce's armour protected chest, over his heart.
"I love you too." The words come out broken, but Bruce smiles again, and it's like all the moonrises Clark's ever seen, and it shouldn't be this way, it should be perfect, and he and Bruce should be happy and laughing, not with Bruce's silver-red blood drenching them both.
Bruce presses himself closer and kisses him, and Clark can barely see though his tears, but it's perfect, and wonderful, and everything Clark has ever imagined and more.
Bruce dies as they kiss.
Clark feels him go still, breaks away to see Bruce's unmoving body, covered with his silver-red blood, with diamond tears glittering on his chest, resting over his heart.
Clark holds Bruce's body close, and can only hope he can stay alive long enough to avenge him, to curse at himself for being so stupid, for marrying Lex when he could have had his moonlight love...
Clark holds Bruce close and swears that he will make Lex pay for what he has done. And then, maybe, maybe, he can join his heart again, and they can dance in the moonlit darkness, and never again be parted.
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 631
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous part can be found here. Again, I must stress that this is not a happy fic. Not happy at all. Also, tenses are evil.
Clark is holding Bruce in the moonlight at last, seeing his beautiful pale skin glowing in the darkness, like a elvin prince, completely otherworldly, seeing the moonbeams dancing in his hair, seeing Bruce's eyes lit up with blue fire, the moonlight studding them with silver.
Clark thinks he's never seen Bruce look so beautiful.
Bruce is looking at him like he's never seen him before, like he'll never be able to see enough of him, even if he does nothing else but look at him for the rest of eternity.
Clark holds Bruce in his arms, breathing in moonlight and Bruce's scent, feels Bruce warm against his body, an arm around his neck, can barely see the silky black cape and armour because of the tears in his eyes. But he can see Bruce's smile, his smile, and Clark's wanted nothing more than this for so long now, he can't remember not wanting it, but not like this, never like this, he would happily give up never having seen Bruce like this, if it could make things better, make them right, the way they were meant to be when this happened.
Because Clark can see Bruce's blood seeping out of his body, can see the blood, shot through with moonlight, pooling around them, and it shouldn't be so beautiful, it should look horrible and disgusting, but... But nothing about Bruce could ever be anything else but beautiful, couldn't possibly be anything else...
"Clark." Bruce whispers his name so quietly, Clark can barely hear it, but he can see the silvery-red blood trailing down from Bruce's mouth, and he thinks, for a sudden, bizarre moment, that Bruce truly must be a elf, because they have silvery-red blood, and... and Bruce can't be dying. He can't. Not because of him, because of his stupidity...
"Clark." Bruce says his name again, and Clark can see tears in his eyes, glistening like diamonds in the moonlight, and far more precious than any lifeless gem.
"Bruce..." Clark can barely speak, but Bruce just smiles at him, a smile without pain or grief, full only with happiness and love. He brings Bruce closer so he can hear his words, can whisper them against his mouth, can breathe them in so can they can live, safe within his soul, for all eternity.
"I love you," Bruce whispers, and Clark's tears finally fall, fall to land on Bruce's armour protected chest, over his heart.
"I love you too." The words come out broken, but Bruce smiles again, and it's like all the moonrises Clark's ever seen, and it shouldn't be this way, it should be perfect, and he and Bruce should be happy and laughing, not with Bruce's silver-red blood drenching them both.
Bruce presses himself closer and kisses him, and Clark can barely see though his tears, but it's perfect, and wonderful, and everything Clark has ever imagined and more.
Bruce dies as they kiss.
Clark feels him go still, breaks away to see Bruce's unmoving body, covered with his silver-red blood, with diamond tears glittering on his chest, resting over his heart.
Clark holds Bruce's body close, and can only hope he can stay alive long enough to avenge him, to curse at himself for being so stupid, for marrying Lex when he could have had his moonlight love...
Clark holds Bruce close and swears that he will make Lex pay for what he has done. And then, maybe, maybe, he can join his heart again, and they can dance in the moonlit darkness, and never again be parted.
