Summer Story part 16
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roxywhew...Finally. Boy, talk about messing about. Here my friends is another part and I did something really stupid--a word count on the whole mother fucker and damn! It's biiiiiig and scary and I blocked right up. Heh. I'm so fragile...so easily flabbergasted.
Let's just get to it, shall we?
Previous Parts are here, bagging up Fines Herbes and giggling like schoolboys, (or potential customers...)
Summmer Story
George held a tape in his hand and said, “So—what do I get for this?” He smiled at the young man, or gave a cold imitation of one as Lex explained again what he wanted with the tape and George nodded. Lex explained what George could demand of Lionel when he realized they were in possession of the tape and he nodded—and smiled, a tiny, barely lifted corners of his mouth smile, but this one was genuine... Things might be looking up for him at last.
Lex smiled back, no trace of warmth in his smile or eyes as he watched George’s face shift through several different emotions and his eyes slowly begin to light up. idiot, spineless, clueless lost idiot he thought and he held out his hand for the tape.
George laid it carefully in his palm. “That’s it—there aren’t any copies, I checked—do you want some made?” His face twisted a little and he looked slightly ill.
Lex snarled, he didn’t want even the barest trace of sympathy from this–this waste of flesh. He felt none for him. He shook his head. “No,” he answered. "We only need to have this one, and--I don’t think you should have it, understand? I don’t think you could—hold onto it.” Lex looked at George, really looked at him, and wondered in the amount of faith the man placed in him, even though he knew George hated him…or was it faith in the name?
How much training did it take to get another human so...willing to let themselves be ruled, controlled like that….
*****
George nodded and swallowed. Lionel scared him. He was probably the only person in the world who did. He turned and looked down the hall away from Lex’s probing eyes. He hated looking at Lex too long, he hated Lex looking at him. He had to fight always to control himself around him. There was certainly no love lost between the two of them…his eyes slid back and caught Lex looking at him in undisguised contempt and it flashed through his mind how grateful he was that the son was nothing like the father, or his life here would be even more…interesting.
At least with this tape, he’d be able to negotiate the treatment he got around here now--Lionel would have to follow along or risk having it known what perverse desires lurked under his smooth surface—there was no mistaking his actions on that bit of tape—it showed a man used to abusing his power and willing to debase his own flesh and blood. An unfaithful and sinful man…
****
Lex sneered at him, and prepared to leave, but couldn’t resist taunting George about what he saw as his weakness. “I guess his other tapes are safe—I know you haven’t touched them. You can’t can you?” he tilted his head and stared at George, watching his reactions, wondering again….
George reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another tape. He looked at it and smiled a little. Stroked it like at was a pet. “I did touch this one. Odd, really—it wasn’t with the others. It was in his desk…not even in a locked drawer, can you believe it,” he said softly, his expression one of mild surprise.
Lex paled, and felt sick, sick and dirty and he froze to keep from yanking the tape out of his hand. He refused to give George that much.
“I watched it. It’s…pretty.” His face twisted and he looked angry, and his eyes bored into Lex’s. Too bright Lex thought and George laughed, short and sharp and dropped the tape to the marble tile, and crushed it under his heel. He kicked it to Lex. “There. A gift from me to you. One of a thousand gifts I’ve given you while he waited for you to grow old enough. He does have his limits after all, your father. It’s not as though he’s a pervert, not with his own flesh and blood,” George barked out another bitter laugh.
“You could have left at any time. I didn’t keep you here. I didn’t make you stay,” Lex snapped and took a step toward him, fists clenched.
George didn’t even blink. “Make me stay? You have no idea—none. Your father…you think he’s a bad man? You have *no* idea.I’m tired now. I’m going to lie down and you’re going to leave. And when he comes back, we’ll play your game.”
Lex swept up the tape and turned on his heel. With his back turned he thanked George and left, not waiting for a response. What George had said,however, wasn't as easy to turn his back on. The man meant something by it, he was sure. Something more than Lex could see at this moment.
He trotted down the front steps, first checking to see no one was there and one minute there was no one and the next there was Clark.
And he stared into Lex’s eyes and said, “You’ve got to tell me.”
It’s such an ordinary day, Lex thought, and it was--a simple,ordinary sunny afternoon, bees were droning in the distance, going about their business, and it was quiet enough to hear cars go by on the road past the property, to hear the slight breeze stir the blades of ornamental grass--and in this simple ordinary summer afternoon it was possible his whole world hung in the balance…Lex felt a momentary wave of lightheadedness and shook his head and said “No. You’ll be happier, I think if I don’t.”
“Try me,” Clark said, “you might be surprised.” Lex looked up into Clark’s face, and concern and the desire to help was written there, but most of all, love…best of all, love.
And he told him.
Clark listened to Lex explain why he did what he did, and Clark felt ill and so terribly sad, and…tired. Why couldn’t Lex understand, when it was so very plain to *him,* that this act, far from making his father angry was more likely to make him happy—it was just the way the man would have handled it, a perfect bit of Lionel behavior, a carbon-copy of the old man. Fucking old bastard, he was a –a virus, slipping in and destroying every thing that wasn’t like him, until nothing was left but…Lionel.
“Lex, did it ever occur to you that you could have gone about this the legal way? Have your self declared an emancipated minor—or sued him, or asked my parents for help or a dozen things that would have taken longer and maybe not given you the satisfaction of revenge –but they would have been the right thing to do?” Clark searched Lex’s face for any sign of understanding and there it was, pain moving in his eyes like some maimed thing rolling over deep in his soul---pain that became anger, and Clark could see the ice rising in his eyes and gray eyes turned blue and frozen as he nodded.
“I knew you wouldn’t support me in this Clark, that’s why I tried to spare you.” Lex said and tried to move past Clark.
“Spare me?” Clark laughed. “You manipulated me, you – you did a Whitney on me, fucked me so I’d forget what you really wanted—treated me like –like a trick to get it. Lex. Can’t you see what you did? God, I feel like a shit for letting it happen. I should have stopped you, but I let my dick do my thinking…I’m sorry, I really am. I was trying to stop all that for you. I messed up.”
Lex turned away from Clark, pushed past him and out to the drive. “Think what you like Clark, I did it for us, I’m doing it for us…or at least I thought it was going to be for us.” He strode away, head high and shoulders squared his back ramrod straight and stiff---like a soldier, Clark thought.
Clark stood for a minute with his head down, and sorrow filled him, weighing him down like a lead cape…he was going to lose any way. No matter what he did, he was going to lose….
Clark was in front of Lex in a heart beat, super speed making him appear like a ghost in front of Lex.
“Do what you think you have to, but you better never, ever, do that to me again. Don’t use sex to get what you want from me--that’s turning something we should share as good between us into--into dirt. Garbage. You understand me?”
Clark could feel the heat in his eyes and felt a moments regret as fear flashed over Lex’s face. But maybe he should know, a tiny voice inside of him said. Maybe he should know that Clark wasn’t weak—not even when it came to Lex...
He ignored the thought and reached out to Lex, took his hands gently and pushed away the relief that rose in him when he didn’t flinch.
“Okay, you have to do it this way, and yeah, it’s faster and you don’t have to deal long with the son-of-a-bitch, but Lex—you can’t do these things and not have it effect you. A step in that direction leads to another and another and another until you’re standing right in the same place he is—standing right in his shoes.”
Lex nodded, his eyes wet with tears and he leaned forward, sort of a slow motion toppling until Clark held him, and Lex’s face was against his chest, too hot-- hot tears soaking into his t-shirt and Lex begged him to forgive him, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, it was wrong.”
Clark made a sound of agreement and held onto Lex, let him cry it out, letting him cry out the shit he’d held in since everything exploded, shit they held in because they were all so fucking strong….
Lex stopped rocking slowly and coughed as he tried to regain his breath, and his control. He let out a long sigh, and slid his arms around Clark’s waist.
“I’m still going to use that tape.”
Clark sighed. “I know.”
“But I’ll give it to you after, you can burn it.”
Ice ran up his spine, and Clark nodded, said quietly, “Yes. I will. And then?”
“And then—Lionel will never impact my life again. I swear it. You know, Clark, you’re afraid for me all the time but you forget one thing. Lionel wasn’t the only father to make an impact on my life. Give your dad more credit than that.” He smiled at the way Clark’s face cleared, and his eyes warmed as he looked at Lex.
“Yeah? Yeah—you’re right. He’s a pretty amazing guy, my dad.” Clark grinned happily, and Lex grinned back.
“Yes, Clark he really is.”
“Can we go home now…Red?”
“If only so I can shove you in the chipper, you who are not allowed to call me that.”
“I’m kidding—you know it’s Lex to me, always.” He smiled gently at Lex than frowned a little. “Umm, Lex, you know the chipper can’t actually hurt me…” He looked a little worried. Even though Lex swore that it was wonderful, this knowing about him---a little corner of fear still sat in his mind. Did he really understand that Clark was—different? That he wasn’t human….
“Really? We should explore this…these abilities of yours further Clark.”
Clark frowned a bit more, picturing Lex trying to hurt him in a million different ways, a Dexter-style lab coat wrapped around him—
“Let’s start by you super speeding me home and then we’ll test your… stamina, hmm?”
Clark grinned widely at the heat in Lex’s eyes and was now picturing him in nothing but a lab coat…"sounds like my kind of experiments.” He said, scooped Lex up, and held him tightly against his chest.
“Are you ready, Lex?” Clark looked down into his face and laughed lightly at the excitement in Lex’s.
“Oh, yes,” he smiled, “I’m ready.”
TBC...
Let's just get to it, shall we?
Previous Parts are here, bagging up Fines Herbes and giggling like schoolboys, (or potential customers...)
Summmer Story
George held a tape in his hand and said, “So—what do I get for this?” He smiled at the young man, or gave a cold imitation of one as Lex explained again what he wanted with the tape and George nodded. Lex explained what George could demand of Lionel when he realized they were in possession of the tape and he nodded—and smiled, a tiny, barely lifted corners of his mouth smile, but this one was genuine... Things might be looking up for him at last.
Lex smiled back, no trace of warmth in his smile or eyes as he watched George’s face shift through several different emotions and his eyes slowly begin to light up. idiot, spineless, clueless lost idiot he thought and he held out his hand for the tape.
George laid it carefully in his palm. “That’s it—there aren’t any copies, I checked—do you want some made?” His face twisted a little and he looked slightly ill.
Lex snarled, he didn’t want even the barest trace of sympathy from this–this waste of flesh. He felt none for him. He shook his head. “No,” he answered. "We only need to have this one, and--I don’t think you should have it, understand? I don’t think you could—hold onto it.” Lex looked at George, really looked at him, and wondered in the amount of faith the man placed in him, even though he knew George hated him…or was it faith in the name?
How much training did it take to get another human so...willing to let themselves be ruled, controlled like that….
*****
George nodded and swallowed. Lionel scared him. He was probably the only person in the world who did. He turned and looked down the hall away from Lex’s probing eyes. He hated looking at Lex too long, he hated Lex looking at him. He had to fight always to control himself around him. There was certainly no love lost between the two of them…his eyes slid back and caught Lex looking at him in undisguised contempt and it flashed through his mind how grateful he was that the son was nothing like the father, or his life here would be even more…interesting.
At least with this tape, he’d be able to negotiate the treatment he got around here now--Lionel would have to follow along or risk having it known what perverse desires lurked under his smooth surface—there was no mistaking his actions on that bit of tape—it showed a man used to abusing his power and willing to debase his own flesh and blood. An unfaithful and sinful man…
****
Lex sneered at him, and prepared to leave, but couldn’t resist taunting George about what he saw as his weakness. “I guess his other tapes are safe—I know you haven’t touched them. You can’t can you?” he tilted his head and stared at George, watching his reactions, wondering again….
George reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another tape. He looked at it and smiled a little. Stroked it like at was a pet. “I did touch this one. Odd, really—it wasn’t with the others. It was in his desk…not even in a locked drawer, can you believe it,” he said softly, his expression one of mild surprise.
Lex paled, and felt sick, sick and dirty and he froze to keep from yanking the tape out of his hand. He refused to give George that much.
“I watched it. It’s…pretty.” His face twisted and he looked angry, and his eyes bored into Lex’s. Too bright Lex thought and George laughed, short and sharp and dropped the tape to the marble tile, and crushed it under his heel. He kicked it to Lex. “There. A gift from me to you. One of a thousand gifts I’ve given you while he waited for you to grow old enough. He does have his limits after all, your father. It’s not as though he’s a pervert, not with his own flesh and blood,” George barked out another bitter laugh.
“You could have left at any time. I didn’t keep you here. I didn’t make you stay,” Lex snapped and took a step toward him, fists clenched.
George didn’t even blink. “Make me stay? You have no idea—none. Your father…you think he’s a bad man? You have *no* idea.I’m tired now. I’m going to lie down and you’re going to leave. And when he comes back, we’ll play your game.”
Lex swept up the tape and turned on his heel. With his back turned he thanked George and left, not waiting for a response. What George had said,however, wasn't as easy to turn his back on. The man meant something by it, he was sure. Something more than Lex could see at this moment.
He trotted down the front steps, first checking to see no one was there and one minute there was no one and the next there was Clark.
And he stared into Lex’s eyes and said, “You’ve got to tell me.”
It’s such an ordinary day, Lex thought, and it was--a simple,ordinary sunny afternoon, bees were droning in the distance, going about their business, and it was quiet enough to hear cars go by on the road past the property, to hear the slight breeze stir the blades of ornamental grass--and in this simple ordinary summer afternoon it was possible his whole world hung in the balance…Lex felt a momentary wave of lightheadedness and shook his head and said “No. You’ll be happier, I think if I don’t.”
“Try me,” Clark said, “you might be surprised.” Lex looked up into Clark’s face, and concern and the desire to help was written there, but most of all, love…best of all, love.
And he told him.
Clark listened to Lex explain why he did what he did, and Clark felt ill and so terribly sad, and…tired. Why couldn’t Lex understand, when it was so very plain to *him,* that this act, far from making his father angry was more likely to make him happy—it was just the way the man would have handled it, a perfect bit of Lionel behavior, a carbon-copy of the old man. Fucking old bastard, he was a –a virus, slipping in and destroying every thing that wasn’t like him, until nothing was left but…Lionel.
“Lex, did it ever occur to you that you could have gone about this the legal way? Have your self declared an emancipated minor—or sued him, or asked my parents for help or a dozen things that would have taken longer and maybe not given you the satisfaction of revenge –but they would have been the right thing to do?” Clark searched Lex’s face for any sign of understanding and there it was, pain moving in his eyes like some maimed thing rolling over deep in his soul---pain that became anger, and Clark could see the ice rising in his eyes and gray eyes turned blue and frozen as he nodded.
“I knew you wouldn’t support me in this Clark, that’s why I tried to spare you.” Lex said and tried to move past Clark.
“Spare me?” Clark laughed. “You manipulated me, you – you did a Whitney on me, fucked me so I’d forget what you really wanted—treated me like –like a trick to get it. Lex. Can’t you see what you did? God, I feel like a shit for letting it happen. I should have stopped you, but I let my dick do my thinking…I’m sorry, I really am. I was trying to stop all that for you. I messed up.”
Lex turned away from Clark, pushed past him and out to the drive. “Think what you like Clark, I did it for us, I’m doing it for us…or at least I thought it was going to be for us.” He strode away, head high and shoulders squared his back ramrod straight and stiff---like a soldier, Clark thought.
Clark stood for a minute with his head down, and sorrow filled him, weighing him down like a lead cape…he was going to lose any way. No matter what he did, he was going to lose….
Clark was in front of Lex in a heart beat, super speed making him appear like a ghost in front of Lex.
“Do what you think you have to, but you better never, ever, do that to me again. Don’t use sex to get what you want from me--that’s turning something we should share as good between us into--into dirt. Garbage. You understand me?”
Clark could feel the heat in his eyes and felt a moments regret as fear flashed over Lex’s face. But maybe he should know, a tiny voice inside of him said. Maybe he should know that Clark wasn’t weak—not even when it came to Lex...
He ignored the thought and reached out to Lex, took his hands gently and pushed away the relief that rose in him when he didn’t flinch.
“Okay, you have to do it this way, and yeah, it’s faster and you don’t have to deal long with the son-of-a-bitch, but Lex—you can’t do these things and not have it effect you. A step in that direction leads to another and another and another until you’re standing right in the same place he is—standing right in his shoes.”
Lex nodded, his eyes wet with tears and he leaned forward, sort of a slow motion toppling until Clark held him, and Lex’s face was against his chest, too hot-- hot tears soaking into his t-shirt and Lex begged him to forgive him, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, it was wrong.”
Clark made a sound of agreement and held onto Lex, let him cry it out, letting him cry out the shit he’d held in since everything exploded, shit they held in because they were all so fucking strong….
Lex stopped rocking slowly and coughed as he tried to regain his breath, and his control. He let out a long sigh, and slid his arms around Clark’s waist.
“I’m still going to use that tape.”
Clark sighed. “I know.”
“But I’ll give it to you after, you can burn it.”
Ice ran up his spine, and Clark nodded, said quietly, “Yes. I will. And then?”
“And then—Lionel will never impact my life again. I swear it. You know, Clark, you’re afraid for me all the time but you forget one thing. Lionel wasn’t the only father to make an impact on my life. Give your dad more credit than that.” He smiled at the way Clark’s face cleared, and his eyes warmed as he looked at Lex.
“Yeah? Yeah—you’re right. He’s a pretty amazing guy, my dad.” Clark grinned happily, and Lex grinned back.
“Yes, Clark he really is.”
“Can we go home now…Red?”
“If only so I can shove you in the chipper, you who are not allowed to call me that.”
“I’m kidding—you know it’s Lex to me, always.” He smiled gently at Lex than frowned a little. “Umm, Lex, you know the chipper can’t actually hurt me…” He looked a little worried. Even though Lex swore that it was wonderful, this knowing about him---a little corner of fear still sat in his mind. Did he really understand that Clark was—different? That he wasn’t human….
“Really? We should explore this…these abilities of yours further Clark.”
Clark frowned a bit more, picturing Lex trying to hurt him in a million different ways, a Dexter-style lab coat wrapped around him—
“Let’s start by you super speeding me home and then we’ll test your… stamina, hmm?”
Clark grinned widely at the heat in Lex’s eyes and was now picturing him in nothing but a lab coat…"sounds like my kind of experiments.” He said, scooped Lex up, and held him tightly against his chest.
“Are you ready, Lex?” Clark looked down into his face and laughed lightly at the excitement in Lex’s.
“Oh, yes,” he smiled, “I’m ready.”
TBC...
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1/9/05 02:40 am (UTC)I wonder what it would take for George to consider Lionel "a pervert?"
Are you going to tell us what's on the tape? Will it make me throw up? At this point, I don't even want to guess. Is it..."bad touch?"
Clark thinking of Lionel as a virus...perfect.
Don’t use sex to get what you want from me--that’s turning something we should share as good between us into--into dirt.
You tell him, Clark!
you can’t do these things and not have it effect you. A step in that direction leads to another and another and another until you’re standing right in the same place he is—standing right in his shoes.
Why can't Clark on the show be this insightful? *sigh*
That last bit was so funny, going from nerd-o-vision to porn-o-vision! *G*
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1/9/05 03:05 am (UTC)I'm so pleased you liked the rest--you make me happy! (as always*G*)
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1/9/05 03:45 am (UTC)Whew! That's a relief. And Lionel is definitely a perv--but I knew that the first time he confronted Lex after the episode with Whit in the gazebo. He probably watched that tape over and over. *shudder*
George is so creepy. I can't even bring myself to feel sorry for him. I'm curious about his backstory, though.
And I liked the whole thing! Lionel is so evil, I want to see Lex take him down. Or at least break away.
This story is HUGE! I've pasted most of it to Word. I won't tell you how many pages though, lest it freak you out.
As far as I'm concerned, it could keep going on and on. You could call it "Endless Summer Story." ;)
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1/9/05 05:17 am (UTC)*nods* oh yeah-- George took that as much to get back at Lionel as to give Lex something. George *is* creepy- I hadn't planned on writing anything more about him, but suddenly his whole story popped in my head at work one day (Target-- the birthplace of so much wrongness and porn)--backstory for George and the ultimate defense against Lionel. If Clark says yes.
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1/9/05 05:21 am (UTC)Target-- the birthplace of so much wrongness and porn
They should set that to music and use it in the ads.
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1/9/05 05:24 am (UTC)backstory for George and the ultimate defense against Lionel. If Clark says yes
Sorry, I got distracted by the wrongness and porn. :D
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1/9/05 04:09 am (UTC)And Yay for good tests!
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1/10/05 06:14 am (UTC)Ok, you should only know
1/9/05 11:18 am (UTC)Poor Lex, the hell of his life, thinking this is the only way and not even realizing the other choices until Clark lays them out. *sniff*
*cuddles woobies yet again*
More, soon?
And stop making me feel for *bad* guys. Now it's George? *sigh* *g*
{{huggles}}
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1/9/05 06:48 pm (UTC)Oh, my.
Now. Is Lex really...GETTING it? Or did he just smooth Clark down a bit?
Oooh, poor boys.
*pets them*
And George and his knowledge make me uneasy.
Hrmmmphf.
*hugs you*
You rock, Ms. Thang!!
What IS the word count, by the way?
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1/9/05 06:55 pm (UTC)George is a creep, but he's completely Lionel's creep.
And the word count is for me insane! But not for you, haaa! This is the most I've ever writtten and kept--Exiled I felt like I cut more than I kept, (and good thing too. :) )
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1/10/05 04:20 am (UTC)I want Lex to be haaaaa-ppy!!
And he can't if he's like Lionel.
*ahem*
And...word count?
I really wanna know!
Please?
:)
*smooch*
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1/10/05 06:36 am (UTC)Dude, that's awesome!!
:)
*hugs you*
That's just amazing.
I'm so glad you have that much to say!
*pinches your evol cheeks*
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1/9/05 07:16 pm (UTC)I'm so glad Clark pulled him back! And that Lex was willing to listen to what he had to say! Definite improvement there. :)
Now, I just hope Lex knows what he's doing with Lionel and that tape!!
*worries*
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