![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Dis Pater 18
Greetings fellow Earthlings!
what a fine motherfucking morning, to quote Samuel Jackson.
are you ready for the next bit of Dis Pater? I hope so 'cause here it comes, ready or not!
For those of you who care about that sort of thing-- Previous Parts are here, reading my other stories and laughing cruelly. Little bastards.
Dis Pater
Lex was completely and totally furious, ready to strangle the hell out of Lucas. How the fuck did he think he could take his car! And take it out all night. Swear to god, he was going to kill him. It was only sheer willpower that kept him from jumping in one of the other cars and hunting him down. And Dad was no help—he said not a word about it—no wonder the brat thought he ruled the world. Why shouldn’t he when Dad didn’t make Lucas accountable for any of his actions? Oh, no—that was *his* job, *he* got to be the bad guy, over and over…well, Lucas was about to find out how bad a guy he could be!
His head whipped up as a sound broke the silence. Finally, my god damn car. He stood in the shadows of the garage and waited for Lucas to bring the car in. The lights were out, Lex snarled-- the little shit probably thought that was brilliant.
He parked it and got out and leaned against the side as he kicked the door shut.
Son-of-a-bitch! He kicked his fucking car—he was dying for that! “Lucas!”
Lucas jumped, quickly settled against the car again and smirked. “Lex. Well, well. What are you doing up? Insomnia?”
Lex strode over to him and grabbed him by the collar. “Look you little asshole—I’m sick to death of—wait a minute, is this my jacket? It is! You’re wearing my jacket, you steal my car,” he paused, his nose wrinkled as he sniffed—“you had sex in my car, you little prick!” he looked inside and saw a balled up t-shirt in the drivers seat. “God-damn you better not have left anything disgusting in there.” He stopped and looked at the material balled in his fist, and Lucas followed his gaze with a smirk. “This is not your shirt--where did you get the shirt from…” The shirt Lucas had on was a well worn a blue plaid flannel, definitely not an item belonging to either one of them.
“Oh this old thing,” he grinned and stroked the front of it. “A friend lent it to me when I spilled something on my shirt. A real good friend.”
Lex snapped his teeth and flung his hand away from Lucas. He whipped around on his heel and stalked off, not wanting to hear anything more, not wanting to look at Lucas’ too bright eyes, just needing to get away.
Lucas called after him. “Say, did you know that Clark was a virgin? Funny story--” Lex spun back to him, was in front of him so quickly Lucas’ eyes widened, and then Lex slapped him, hard enough that his head snapped back and thumped off the roof of the car... Lucas cried out and grabbed his cheek. “You hit me!” he screamed at Lex and lunged forwards. “You hit me!” Tears stood out in his eyes and Lex planted his hand in the middle of his chest and shoved. Lucas hit the car and slid to the floor.
Lex said not a word he left the garage.
Lucas yelled after him. “I hate you, mother fucker! I hate you so much.” He staggered to his feet, one hand still clutched against his cheek; he swung around and kicked out the headlight of the car. Swung his leg back and kicked out the other one, before dropping to the floor and crying hard and loud. He hated him so much—how could he hit him?
He sat bent over himself, tears running down his face. he hit me….
******
“Dad, I swear to God, if you don’t let me go, I’ll--I’ll kill him”
“Lex you can’t leave now! You’re in the middle of a PR disaster--”
“Oh, it’s my plant again, is it? What happened to "our" plant? Sorry, I’m sorry, please go on...I’m just a little…”
“Of course, of course, but son, you *need* to be there to reassure people, to let the employees know everything is fine—how will it look if you take off suddenly? You have to maintain a certain image and if you leave now, it looks as though you’re running from the situation.”
“God, Dad--please! You don’t understand! Can’t you take over just for a little bit? I hear what you’re saying but, please.”
There was silence on his dad’s end of the line, for so long that Lex began to think that his dad had hung up on him, and then he spoke and his voice was cold as ice, it was a voice that Lex barely recognized.
“This whole twisted black mess is your fault. You made this--thing with Lucas happen. It’s all your fault.”
“Dad –what the fuck?”
“I know what happened—I know you did something to Lucas—I saw him in your bed, crying. I sent you away because I thought—it would stop. I should have gotten you help, but I couldn’t face it. I was weak. I didn’t want to believe it. I’m sorry for that.”
“No! no—I” Lex froze. What should he do? Ruin Lucas’ relationship with his dad completely or risk destroying his own forever?
His dad continued, “And then Lucas behaved so—so…I brought you back because he demanded it, I sent you to Smallville together because I thought…it was okay…I was wrong wasn’t I? You’re a –a—monster…"
Lex hung up the phone. He shivered. Okay. His dad thought he was a freak. He was a freak. It was true, wasn’t it. It must be. He must have done something, said something that made Lucas want to-- want this sort of thing. Shit. He walked calmly to his bedroom and undressed. He went into his bathroom, and turned on the shower. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and was startled.
Damn—he looked like shit—a wave of dizziness and nausea struck him and he leaned over and threw up.
His hands trembled as he turned on the faucet and let water pour out, washing the sink clean. Wave after wave of ice ran through him. He shook so hard he could hear his teeth chattering. He needed to get out of the house, out of Smallville now…he didn’t give a flying fuck what his dad thought—he needed to go!
He sat crouched on the bathroom floor while he waited for the nausea to go away…slowly he stopped shaking, and when he felt able to stand again he made his way to his phone. He was going to call Gabe and make arrangements, and he was leaving. Lucas could sit here by himself. He was so damn good at taking care of himself anyway. Hell, he wasn’t going to be lonely, that much was certain.
TBC, sooner than you think. Look!
Okay, not that soon. but soon!
what a fine motherfucking morning, to quote Samuel Jackson.
are you ready for the next bit of Dis Pater? I hope so 'cause here it comes, ready or not!
For those of you who care about that sort of thing-- Previous Parts are here, reading my other stories and laughing cruelly. Little bastards.
Dis Pater
Lex was completely and totally furious, ready to strangle the hell out of Lucas. How the fuck did he think he could take his car! And take it out all night. Swear to god, he was going to kill him. It was only sheer willpower that kept him from jumping in one of the other cars and hunting him down. And Dad was no help—he said not a word about it—no wonder the brat thought he ruled the world. Why shouldn’t he when Dad didn’t make Lucas accountable for any of his actions? Oh, no—that was *his* job, *he* got to be the bad guy, over and over…well, Lucas was about to find out how bad a guy he could be!
His head whipped up as a sound broke the silence. Finally, my god damn car. He stood in the shadows of the garage and waited for Lucas to bring the car in. The lights were out, Lex snarled-- the little shit probably thought that was brilliant.
He parked it and got out and leaned against the side as he kicked the door shut.
Son-of-a-bitch! He kicked his fucking car—he was dying for that! “Lucas!”
Lucas jumped, quickly settled against the car again and smirked. “Lex. Well, well. What are you doing up? Insomnia?”
Lex strode over to him and grabbed him by the collar. “Look you little asshole—I’m sick to death of—wait a minute, is this my jacket? It is! You’re wearing my jacket, you steal my car,” he paused, his nose wrinkled as he sniffed—“you had sex in my car, you little prick!” he looked inside and saw a balled up t-shirt in the drivers seat. “God-damn you better not have left anything disgusting in there.” He stopped and looked at the material balled in his fist, and Lucas followed his gaze with a smirk. “This is not your shirt--where did you get the shirt from…” The shirt Lucas had on was a well worn a blue plaid flannel, definitely not an item belonging to either one of them.
“Oh this old thing,” he grinned and stroked the front of it. “A friend lent it to me when I spilled something on my shirt. A real good friend.”
Lex snapped his teeth and flung his hand away from Lucas. He whipped around on his heel and stalked off, not wanting to hear anything more, not wanting to look at Lucas’ too bright eyes, just needing to get away.
Lucas called after him. “Say, did you know that Clark was a virgin? Funny story--” Lex spun back to him, was in front of him so quickly Lucas’ eyes widened, and then Lex slapped him, hard enough that his head snapped back and thumped off the roof of the car... Lucas cried out and grabbed his cheek. “You hit me!” he screamed at Lex and lunged forwards. “You hit me!” Tears stood out in his eyes and Lex planted his hand in the middle of his chest and shoved. Lucas hit the car and slid to the floor.
Lex said not a word he left the garage.
Lucas yelled after him. “I hate you, mother fucker! I hate you so much.” He staggered to his feet, one hand still clutched against his cheek; he swung around and kicked out the headlight of the car. Swung his leg back and kicked out the other one, before dropping to the floor and crying hard and loud. He hated him so much—how could he hit him?
He sat bent over himself, tears running down his face. he hit me….
******
“Dad, I swear to God, if you don’t let me go, I’ll--I’ll kill him”
“Lex you can’t leave now! You’re in the middle of a PR disaster--”
“Oh, it’s my plant again, is it? What happened to "our" plant? Sorry, I’m sorry, please go on...I’m just a little…”
“Of course, of course, but son, you *need* to be there to reassure people, to let the employees know everything is fine—how will it look if you take off suddenly? You have to maintain a certain image and if you leave now, it looks as though you’re running from the situation.”
“God, Dad--please! You don’t understand! Can’t you take over just for a little bit? I hear what you’re saying but, please.”
There was silence on his dad’s end of the line, for so long that Lex began to think that his dad had hung up on him, and then he spoke and his voice was cold as ice, it was a voice that Lex barely recognized.
“This whole twisted black mess is your fault. You made this--thing with Lucas happen. It’s all your fault.”
“Dad –what the fuck?”
“I know what happened—I know you did something to Lucas—I saw him in your bed, crying. I sent you away because I thought—it would stop. I should have gotten you help, but I couldn’t face it. I was weak. I didn’t want to believe it. I’m sorry for that.”
“No! no—I” Lex froze. What should he do? Ruin Lucas’ relationship with his dad completely or risk destroying his own forever?
His dad continued, “And then Lucas behaved so—so…I brought you back because he demanded it, I sent you to Smallville together because I thought…it was okay…I was wrong wasn’t I? You’re a –a—monster…"
Lex hung up the phone. He shivered. Okay. His dad thought he was a freak. He was a freak. It was true, wasn’t it. It must be. He must have done something, said something that made Lucas want to-- want this sort of thing. Shit. He walked calmly to his bedroom and undressed. He went into his bathroom, and turned on the shower. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and was startled.
Damn—he looked like shit—a wave of dizziness and nausea struck him and he leaned over and threw up.
His hands trembled as he turned on the faucet and let water pour out, washing the sink clean. Wave after wave of ice ran through him. He shook so hard he could hear his teeth chattering. He needed to get out of the house, out of Smallville now…he didn’t give a flying fuck what his dad thought—he needed to go!
He sat crouched on the bathroom floor while he waited for the nausea to go away…slowly he stopped shaking, and when he felt able to stand again he made his way to his phone. He was going to call Gabe and make arrangements, and he was leaving. Lucas could sit here by himself. He was so damn good at taking care of himself anyway. Hell, he wasn’t going to be lonely, that much was certain.
TBC, sooner than you think. Look!
Okay, not that soon. but soon!