Lex didn't have to stifle a laugh this time, shock taking over as he flinhed from Iggy's pillow. Really? A pillow? But the boy was on a rant and Lex found himself too flabbergasted to interrupt. He'd never expected that string of profanity to explode from a King's mouth and it was only then that he noticed the boy's bandaged hand. He mildly wondered what had happened, but the thought was quickly overrun by the more pressing issues. Iggy climbed back into the bed, so careful not to touch the blonde monster.
“I’d tell you everything if I thought it’d break down those walls of yours..."
Lex lay tense, his eyes wary, as the boy divulged more than he guessed was intended. Normally, Lex would have brushed the whole thing off, made Iggy feel like an idiot for opening himself up. Lex wanted a toy that he could break, manipulate and torture to cleanse his mind of the torture stirring just below the surface of his own skin, the raw memory of his sister that Zoe had dredged up and stomped on not even a full day ago, but this toy was already broken. Lex barely had to do anything to make him snap, and it stole nearly all the fun out of it.
He stiffened as Iggy ran a light finger down his face, his neck, landing over where his heart should have been. Even now, after all the fumes of lust had burned out, Lex could still feel the electricity sparking between their skin.
“I’ve seen the humanity behind those eyes, Lex..."
Lex was speechless. He didn't do this kind of thing, the whole opening up, heart felt, post-sex declaration thing. Not ones that were true, anyway, and Lex had a feeling this boy would be able to see through any charade he tried. Why did this man care? Why did Lex's secrets torment him so much that he would spill so much of himself in the hope that Lex might return the favor? If that was even what he was doing. Maybe he really did like Lex, the kind of attraction that led to post-sex cuddling. Lex shivered at the thought. Lex didn't care that Iggy was now a king at 21, that he blamed himself for the death of his parents, or that he was terrified of failing his country. At least that's what he shouted in his mind. He didn't care.
His jaw clenched and he rolled away from the boy who said too much, knew too much. He would fall asleep and forget this night ever happened. Well, except for the bit about deflowering a king. A smile threatened to appear on his face and he shoved it away. "Right. Sorry I'm not big on talking after fucking." He spat, throwing up his walls again. He rolled to face the king, letting a hand trail up his arm softly. "Dream well, little king." He said bitterly, not trusting his voice to say more. He turned away, punching a pillow into submission beneath his head and waited for sleep to take him.
Lex's dreams were riddled with the normal evils, weavings of darkness, screams, a little girl sobbing, the sound of which would crumble even the strongest heart. The blackness that covered everything like some perverse blanket was darker than black, tinged with the most ancient of horrors, a terror that far outreached any darkness that could exist on earth. Darkness that extended from the feet of the blond angel standing in the epicenter of a field of red roses. The sky was black, but the flowers emanated their own glow, a soft light from their crimson petals. In the distance, a granite building stood strong, the epitome of strength with it's Greek columns and financial stability.
The roses seemed to give a collective sigh, heaving in the stagnant air that reeked of death and decay, the sound shattering the silence like a bull horn. The angel stood firm, his seraphic face lifted to the Heavens, eyes closed, his hands extended as if drinking in the aural energy of the gleaming roses. The world shifted, fractured. The roses crumpled, wilting, as if more than life was being sucked from their leaves. A ripple went through the flowers, the reach of the angel expanding farther and farther, leaving decayed roses in it's wake.
The seraph's bliss was shattered at a piercing scream in the distance, the kind of scream that chilled your bones. His eyes snapped open in fury, his very iris' on fire. The sturdy building, the pillar of civilization and safety was crumbling in flames. More than flames, white hot fire that was more than fire consumed the building. There were hundreds of screams, but only one that made it to the angel's ears. He erupted in fury, pain evident in the noise that ripped through him, pulverizing the decayed remains of the roses. A pain worse than Hell itself, the kind that it hurt to watch, the hopeless kind of pain. Torture that blinded you to your very core, crushing whatever shred of humanity may have been lurking in the shadows of your heart. Agony that wiped out everything, turning your blood to ice and your vision crimson with revenge.
Revenge that would never come.
Lex thrashed in the bed of a king, burning in the very fire of Hades, unable to break free of unconsciousness. He was lost in a nightmare, consumed by a blackness that would never lighten, a blackness that stemmed from his very soul.
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