Dis Pater part 22
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roxyHere are the previous parts for those of you who missed them, or just like clicking on these things
I'm having ther very best fun ever with Lucas. I haven't had so much fun with a character since Wade. *koff* not that they're similar at all, no-siree-bob!
anyhoo, I'm feeling pretty good! For more than one reason which i will share with you later. right now,
In the kitchen, his dad was shaking hands with a really good-looking guy, and Lex was standing next to him, looking distinctly uncomfortable. The look became more uncomfortable when Lex looked up and caught sight of Clark standing in the kitchen entry. The man shaking his dad’s hand looked over also, and stared hard at him in frank appraisal. Clark got the feeling he’d just been thoroughly examined, and the guy had formed an opinion of him. He found himself hoping that it was a *good* opinion, there was something about the man that made him want to impress him, in a good way. He drew himself straighter and walked into the kitchen. He greeted Lex and Lex introduced him to the guy.
“Hi, I’m Clark, nice to meet you.”
The guy smiled. He had blue eyes that really seemed to sparkle the way they said in books. He had this great smile too; Clark could feel his face getting warm under his gaze. “I’m pleased to meet you, Clark. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from Lex.” he grinned over at Lex, and Lex’s ears turned pink, but he was expressionless. Clark thought it was strange but just put it down to Lex and his tendency to be a little odd sometimes in general. Lex’s focus was over his shoulder, and Clark turned. Lucas stood there with a look on his face that was beyond description. Clark started a little and turned back to look at Lex.
Lex jerked his eyes from Lucas to Clark and then to Bruce, and then to Clark again. His face was stiff and distant and when he spoke it sounded as if his voice was coming from a million miles away.
“Lucas, get your stuff, we’re ready to leave. You remember Bruce, don’t you?”
Lucas nodded, behaving every bit as weird as Lex. Clark shivered. Something was going on here, something big and weird. Even Mom and Dad picked up on it, and stood awkwardly in the kitchen, not sure if they should leave or stay.
Lucas broke the tension by thanking his parents for their kindness. He shook Dad’s hand and asked his mom if it was okay to give her a hug, and won his mom’s undying affection for that.
Lex cleared his throat and said, “Lucas, want to get your bag? We really do have to run, I’m sorry,” he said to the Kents. “I would love to get a rain-check on coffee and muffins, if you don’t mind, Mrs. Kent. And Mr. Kent—I’d still like to talk to you about the farm, get some idea of how an all-organic set up is working for you. We’re working on as new type of mineral fertilizer…maybe we could make a time to get together and discuss it?”
Dad nodded, “I’d like that, Lex. There’s some things I’ve been thinking about and I have the feeling you’d be more open to some of my ideas then your dad might be.”
Lex nodded. “I understand. Why don’t I get my secretary to set up a date--”
“I’m ready,” Lucas cut in and pushed past Bruce and Lex on the way to the door, only at the last minute remembering to be polite, and waved good-bye to the Kents. He looked Clark in the eye and said, “Call me, please?” and there was something in his tone that made Clark want to drop to the floor and—if he were a dog, he’d be wagging his tail right now. Jesus. What a pushover. Instead he nodded, and squeaked out an assent. His dad gave him a peculiar look before he headed out to the back with a final wave at Lex, and Clark hoped that he hadn’t been too obvious. He smiled when Lucas gave him a big warm grin that lit his insides. Maybe he’d want to get together later and hang out…
He caught Bruce looking at him speculatively as they left the house.
Lucas was pissed as hell. He flung his bag into the back of the Escalade, and threw himself on the seat. He scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. Don’t talk to me, his entire posture and attitude said clearly.
What the fuck was Bruce Wayne doing in Smallville? What the fuck was he doing in Dad’s car? He glared at Lex in the rear view mirror; he knew Lex could see him. His gray eyes shifted to catch his from time to time.
Bruce turned slightly in his seat to face Lucas in the back and smiled at him. His mouth turned up in that weird way it had, his smile sort of starting at the corners of his mouth and rising to meet in the center. Lucas just wanted to reach out and slap it off of him.
He remembered being on the receiving end of that superior fucking smile before, too many times before, like the time he’d been seated next to him at some mind-numbingly boring charity event—Bruce removing his hand from his zipper like he’d found a naughty kitten in his lap and shaking his head no. “I’m flattered but I don’t…”
And then, when he’d asked him point blank to fuck at the next one—or was it a club…shit, and when he’d tried to grind him at Harry’s party…he dropped his head back against the seat rest and closed his eyes, god, could it get any worse, the fucking bastard. He hoped the rumors he’d tried to spread about Bruce after had been believed. Creepy fuck.
He glared even more ferociously at Lex. Not only did Lex have the nerve to bring someone else into their home, he was *positive* Lex had fucked him. He could feel it-- Bruce---who was supposed to be straight. Who’d turned him down over and over. Straight. He transferred his glare to Bruce. Fucking bastard.
“How was your week, Lucas,” Bruce asked and Lucas snapped “Fine.” and looked out the window. See—I don’t want to talk to you, get it?
“How’s it working out for you here in Smallville? “Bruce asked. “I have to admit, it’s hard to imagine you in a little town like this. It must be awfully boring for someone like you, big city-bright lights kind of guy that you are…” Bruce stopped and smiled. “Really not your kind of place at all, eh?” His arm slid along the back of the seat and his fingers drifted over the back of Lex’s neck and Lucas wanted to set him on fire with his eyes. If it were only possible, he’d burn him to a crisp, and fry the crisps. Who did he think he was?
Lex coughed, glared briefly at Bruce and asked Lucas some inane question and Lucas snapped out an answer and it was quiet for a bit in the car.
Until Bruce spoke again, because apparently he was the kind of guy who just couldn’t leave well enough alone, Lucas snarled to himself.
“So is Clark your friend? Do you get on well? He’s not much like your usual type of person to--”
“Do you talk this much when you’re fucking my brother?” he asked harshly and Lex shouted, “Lucas! What the hell—*shut* up!”
Bruce looked a little non-plussed and then laughed, his eyes crinkled at the edges and he seemed to be highly amused by Lucas’ question. “What makes you think your brother and I are…in some kind of relationship? We’re just friends,” he smiled at Lex. “Right?”
The tip of Lex’s ears blushed red and he looked sourly at Bruce. “Uhmmm. I’m thinking about that,” he murmured.
Bruce smiled again at Lucas. “Just friends.”
Lucas sank back against the seat and stared at the back of Lex’s head. He knew fucking well that Bruce knew he’d seen the bite-mark on the back of Lex’s neck, fading and yellowish but still damn visible. Fucker. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the glass. We’ll see about this.he thought. and I’ll definitely call Clark tonight.
TBC! Yes!
I'm having ther very best fun ever with Lucas. I haven't had so much fun with a character since Wade. *koff* not that they're similar at all, no-siree-bob!
anyhoo, I'm feeling pretty good! For more than one reason which i will share with you later. right now,
In the kitchen, his dad was shaking hands with a really good-looking guy, and Lex was standing next to him, looking distinctly uncomfortable. The look became more uncomfortable when Lex looked up and caught sight of Clark standing in the kitchen entry. The man shaking his dad’s hand looked over also, and stared hard at him in frank appraisal. Clark got the feeling he’d just been thoroughly examined, and the guy had formed an opinion of him. He found himself hoping that it was a *good* opinion, there was something about the man that made him want to impress him, in a good way. He drew himself straighter and walked into the kitchen. He greeted Lex and Lex introduced him to the guy.
“Hi, I’m Clark, nice to meet you.”
The guy smiled. He had blue eyes that really seemed to sparkle the way they said in books. He had this great smile too; Clark could feel his face getting warm under his gaze. “I’m pleased to meet you, Clark. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from Lex.” he grinned over at Lex, and Lex’s ears turned pink, but he was expressionless. Clark thought it was strange but just put it down to Lex and his tendency to be a little odd sometimes in general. Lex’s focus was over his shoulder, and Clark turned. Lucas stood there with a look on his face that was beyond description. Clark started a little and turned back to look at Lex.
Lex jerked his eyes from Lucas to Clark and then to Bruce, and then to Clark again. His face was stiff and distant and when he spoke it sounded as if his voice was coming from a million miles away.
“Lucas, get your stuff, we’re ready to leave. You remember Bruce, don’t you?”
Lucas nodded, behaving every bit as weird as Lex. Clark shivered. Something was going on here, something big and weird. Even Mom and Dad picked up on it, and stood awkwardly in the kitchen, not sure if they should leave or stay.
Lucas broke the tension by thanking his parents for their kindness. He shook Dad’s hand and asked his mom if it was okay to give her a hug, and won his mom’s undying affection for that.
Lex cleared his throat and said, “Lucas, want to get your bag? We really do have to run, I’m sorry,” he said to the Kents. “I would love to get a rain-check on coffee and muffins, if you don’t mind, Mrs. Kent. And Mr. Kent—I’d still like to talk to you about the farm, get some idea of how an all-organic set up is working for you. We’re working on as new type of mineral fertilizer…maybe we could make a time to get together and discuss it?”
Dad nodded, “I’d like that, Lex. There’s some things I’ve been thinking about and I have the feeling you’d be more open to some of my ideas then your dad might be.”
Lex nodded. “I understand. Why don’t I get my secretary to set up a date--”
“I’m ready,” Lucas cut in and pushed past Bruce and Lex on the way to the door, only at the last minute remembering to be polite, and waved good-bye to the Kents. He looked Clark in the eye and said, “Call me, please?” and there was something in his tone that made Clark want to drop to the floor and—if he were a dog, he’d be wagging his tail right now. Jesus. What a pushover. Instead he nodded, and squeaked out an assent. His dad gave him a peculiar look before he headed out to the back with a final wave at Lex, and Clark hoped that he hadn’t been too obvious. He smiled when Lucas gave him a big warm grin that lit his insides. Maybe he’d want to get together later and hang out…
He caught Bruce looking at him speculatively as they left the house.
Lucas was pissed as hell. He flung his bag into the back of the Escalade, and threw himself on the seat. He scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. Don’t talk to me, his entire posture and attitude said clearly.
What the fuck was Bruce Wayne doing in Smallville? What the fuck was he doing in Dad’s car? He glared at Lex in the rear view mirror; he knew Lex could see him. His gray eyes shifted to catch his from time to time.
Bruce turned slightly in his seat to face Lucas in the back and smiled at him. His mouth turned up in that weird way it had, his smile sort of starting at the corners of his mouth and rising to meet in the center. Lucas just wanted to reach out and slap it off of him.
He remembered being on the receiving end of that superior fucking smile before, too many times before, like the time he’d been seated next to him at some mind-numbingly boring charity event—Bruce removing his hand from his zipper like he’d found a naughty kitten in his lap and shaking his head no. “I’m flattered but I don’t…”
And then, when he’d asked him point blank to fuck at the next one—or was it a club…shit, and when he’d tried to grind him at Harry’s party…he dropped his head back against the seat rest and closed his eyes, god, could it get any worse, the fucking bastard. He hoped the rumors he’d tried to spread about Bruce after had been believed. Creepy fuck.
He glared even more ferociously at Lex. Not only did Lex have the nerve to bring someone else into their home, he was *positive* Lex had fucked him. He could feel it-- Bruce---who was supposed to be straight. Who’d turned him down over and over. Straight. He transferred his glare to Bruce. Fucking bastard.
“How was your week, Lucas,” Bruce asked and Lucas snapped “Fine.” and looked out the window. See—I don’t want to talk to you, get it?
“How’s it working out for you here in Smallville? “Bruce asked. “I have to admit, it’s hard to imagine you in a little town like this. It must be awfully boring for someone like you, big city-bright lights kind of guy that you are…” Bruce stopped and smiled. “Really not your kind of place at all, eh?” His arm slid along the back of the seat and his fingers drifted over the back of Lex’s neck and Lucas wanted to set him on fire with his eyes. If it were only possible, he’d burn him to a crisp, and fry the crisps. Who did he think he was?
Lex coughed, glared briefly at Bruce and asked Lucas some inane question and Lucas snapped out an answer and it was quiet for a bit in the car.
Until Bruce spoke again, because apparently he was the kind of guy who just couldn’t leave well enough alone, Lucas snarled to himself.
“So is Clark your friend? Do you get on well? He’s not much like your usual type of person to--”
“Do you talk this much when you’re fucking my brother?” he asked harshly and Lex shouted, “Lucas! What the hell—*shut* up!”
Bruce looked a little non-plussed and then laughed, his eyes crinkled at the edges and he seemed to be highly amused by Lucas’ question. “What makes you think your brother and I are…in some kind of relationship? We’re just friends,” he smiled at Lex. “Right?”
The tip of Lex’s ears blushed red and he looked sourly at Bruce. “Uhmmm. I’m thinking about that,” he murmured.
Bruce smiled again at Lucas. “Just friends.”
Lucas sank back against the seat and stared at the back of Lex’s head. He knew fucking well that Bruce knew he’d seen the bite-mark on the back of Lex’s neck, fading and yellowish but still damn visible. Fucker. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the glass. We’ll see about this.he thought. and I’ll definitely call Clark tonight.
TBC! Yes!
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6/10/05 08:50 am (UTC)I'm new just wanted to say that i love your story! And your characters,I love Lex just Adore Bruce!
I haven't read a Smallville fic in a while but i'm glad i did :-)
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6/10/05 12:36 pm (UTC)*whaps all the boys hard*
At least Bruce makes Lucas uncomfortable - about time someone did!
*bounce*
I'm glad you're all happy-singin', Ms. Thang!
*hug hug*
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6/10/05 06:55 pm (UTC)Thanks! Those boys need a good whacking! *G*
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6/10/05 07:03 pm (UTC)They do!
:)
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