Dis Pater part 30
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roxyGoodness. Part 30! My stars, it grew.
Th Previous Parts are all curled up in a basket here, with little bows around their...necks.
this part is rated 5 for sexual situations and spilled coffee.
When Lex woke again, he was in the hospital, in Smallville. For a moment he knew he was in Metropolis, waking up from a nightmare— he was supposed to drive Lucas to school and he was running late…he tried to sit up in the bed, and fell back, groaning in pain, and the memories of what happened and where he was came flooding back.
The room was empty, quiet save for the sound of machinery. The light was low thankfully, and comforting, there was a low constant pain right behind his eyeballs. He could feel the rough hospital blanket on his legs and he was grateful, he hadn’t been completely certain that his legs were okay. He moved them, felt bandages on one leg, and he felt the sting of stitches on his forehead, remembered that Lucas had blanched at the sight of his blood…and where was Lucas?
He dropped his head back to the pillow. What was he going to do about Lucas, Jesus…
The door opened and Mrs. Kent entered. “Oh, you’re awake-good” she smiled. We’ve been doing shifts; you’ve been a little out of it.”
Lex tried to smile back. “We? I’ve been an annoyance then.”
Martha smiled “No, no, we’ve gladly taken our turns. We’re much too fond of you and your brother not to look out for you when you need it…” she frowned. “Hon. I don’t know if I should—how to even tell you, but...”
“My dad.”
Her eyes clouded briefly, sadness for him, a little relief? “Yes, you know then?”
“I know,” he said. “I knew …he was going to die.”
“Lucas,” she started, and hesitated, she had to pull herself together before going on. “Lucas tried to help. But he accidentally...He’s been going through horrible guilt these past few days…Clark’s done everything he could to make him feel better, we all have.”
Lex gurgled and Martha immediately came to his side, “Oh, Lex--are you okay?”
“Oh, fine—ah, my throat is a little dry, is all.” He waved her off. A tap at the door signaled another arrival and Clark was there, standing a little away from the bed.
“Lex. How are you?” he asked and his eyes were red, and his forehead lined and he didn’t look like a kid anymore. He looked at Lex with much less sympathy then his mother had and when she left them alone leaned over the bed and hissed, “How can you possibly live with yourself?”
Lex was shocked. “What? How could I what?”
“*You* know…Lucas told me that you told him not to save your dad. You saw it as a perfect opportunity, he said. With Lionel dead and out of the way, it all goes to you, all of it—except for what Lucas has…he kept telling me how you make his life a living hell, the things you do to him. I just didn’t want to believe because of a stupid childhood crush—you’re good, you really fooled me.” Clark’s hands were clenched on the side rail of the bed, and his cheeks blazed. He was the picture of disgusted fury. “You made me believe you were my friend…you made me think you were a good guy.” He shook his head. “I feel stupid. I liked you so much.”
Lex looked up at Clark in horror...what the fuck…Lex dropped his head back and closed his eyes. “There’s nothing I can say, except that’s not me. I wouldn’t do that. I don’t think that way. I am your friend. Clark, I always have been.”
Clark eyes were dark, and his mouth was twisted into a smile of sorts. “Well, Lucas says the same thing about himself, and I’m not sure of that anymore either.” He laughed, bitter and sharp. “ You know what-I’m beginning to think? There’s something going on here that could kill a normal person. I’m beginning to think you two were—made for each other.”
Lex opened his eyes and looked at him. Did he know about Lucas? What would Lucas do to Clark if he thought he knew?
The door swung open and Lucas was in the doorway. He looked strangely panicked, his eyes darting from one to the other.
“Clark! Clark. Let me speak to you.”
Outside in the corridor, he asked Clark if he remembered his promise to him. “Don’t—please don’t say anything to anyone. Please!”
“But it’s not right! It’s wrong, can’t you…” Clark drooped. Lucas was unmovable on the subject. For reasons he wasn’t even sure he wanted to understand, Lucas was going to protect Lex to the death. Even though he claimed Lex abused him, threatened murder, plotted against his own father—Lucas still loved him enough to protect him? Clark felt like his head would explode—he needed to get away…to try to figure the whole thing out.
Lucas was boiling with emotion, he blanketed Clark with it, it sucked him in and drained him and left him feeling like a helpless little kid. Whatever was going on here, it was way more than he could handle by himself, or understand at all. He thought briefly of Bruce…maybe this was the time to call him…
Lucas leaned his head on his shoulder. “Please Clark, think of me—you don’t want to hurt me do you? You care for me, don’t you?”
Clark pushed him away gently, “I’m going to get some coffee from the cafeteria—do you want me to bring you one?” He tried to keep from backing up; he didn’t want to look like he was running from him.
Lucas looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Yes I think I would like one. I’ll wait for you in Lex’s room, okay.”
Clark nodded and headed down the corridor. He glanced over his shoulder before he turned the corner. Lucas was still there, staring at him. Clark smiled but felt a little chill run down his back. Lucas looked so different…so distant.
******
Lucas huffed and licked his lips. This was it. He didn’t have to be psychic to know his little game with Clark was beginning to unravel. Too bad.
He walked back into the room and Lex was looked up at him drowsily.
“Did you have your shot yet? Hmm? Are we nice and mellow now?” he grinned and sat on the edge of the bed, the blanket rough and bumpy under his hand. He could feel the heat of Lex’s body through it, he cupped the warm rise of his dick.
“Stop. Now.” Lex said, but Lucas laughed.
“Go ahead, stop me. I won’t fight you.” He peeled back the blanket and slid his hand under the cheap cotton gown. He planted his hand in the middle of Lex’s chest as Lex struggled feebly, week as a kitten. It made Lucas smile. He pushed the gown up over Lex’s hips, lowered his head, and licked a circle on the tip of Lex’s soft dick, licking fast, and slow, and teasing the slit with his tongue until Lex gasped and groaned, and his dick began to jerk to life.
******
“Damn it, stop--*Lucas*!”
Lucas nodded and sucked him into his mouth and began working his tongue and lips over Lex’s erect dick, pushing him deeper into his throat and swallowing, swallowing until Lex’s hands thrashed feebly against the sheets, he pushed against him with no effect, Lucas just brushed his hands away—he felt trapped, helpless. He cursed his weakness, his helplessness, cursed the fact that he was more aroused then he’d ever been with anyone else…he wanted to die.
“No Lucas, please! Don’t!” Lex's hips tried to lift against his grip, his head rolled from side to side and tears of frustration wet his pillow and he begged Lucas to stop, just a the rush of liquid heat rolled through him, just as his back arched and he groaned from pain as much as from pleasure, just as he began to spill into Lucas mouth he opened his eyes and met Clark’s. Clark stood in the room, back against the door and two cups steaming in his hand.
Lex hissed, his vision blurred and he dropped back against the bed. He felt drained, like Lucas had leeched every bit of energy from him. He felt weak, in pain and nauseous.
Lucas stood and wiped his mouth. “Maybe I’ll just keep you drugged until you get used to it.”
Lucas whipped around when he heard Clark gasp. The splash of liquid hitting the tiles echoed in the room, the smell of coffee made Lex’s nausea worse. Lex croaked, “Clark, Clark, listen to me…”
“No—you’re both sick! And you…you’re some kind of—of—you’re disgusting! What kind of person would do what you--that?” The question was directed at Lucas; Clark’s face was full of loathing. “You jerked me around since you’ve been here. I see now, I see it all now—and you…” he pointed at Lex. “You’re pathetic—you *let* him do this. You deserve each other.” He snapped at Lex.
He whirled from the room. “Don’t, for God’s sake ever—ever call me again—I’m going to try to forget I know you---either one of you. Bruce was right---I was a fool!”
Clark ran from the room, and Lucas grabbed wipes from the bedside table. He dropped to his knees and began wiping up the still warm coffee. “Don’t worry, he won’t say a word, he promised—that type never breaks a promise…he’s kind of like you in that respect. We’re leaving this town soon anyway, and believe me, no one will dare say a word against us.” Lucas said. He stood and dropped the soggy mass into the trash, leaned over and kissed Lex on the forehead. “I'm going to give you this place on a silver platter, Lex, and that's just the beginning, lover. I’ll be back, get some rest. You’re signing yourself out tomorrow, and then, we’re going back home to Metropolis. We have so much to do!”
TBC
Th Previous Parts are all curled up in a basket here, with little bows around their...necks.
this part is rated 5 for sexual situations and spilled coffee.
When Lex woke again, he was in the hospital, in Smallville. For a moment he knew he was in Metropolis, waking up from a nightmare— he was supposed to drive Lucas to school and he was running late…he tried to sit up in the bed, and fell back, groaning in pain, and the memories of what happened and where he was came flooding back.
The room was empty, quiet save for the sound of machinery. The light was low thankfully, and comforting, there was a low constant pain right behind his eyeballs. He could feel the rough hospital blanket on his legs and he was grateful, he hadn’t been completely certain that his legs were okay. He moved them, felt bandages on one leg, and he felt the sting of stitches on his forehead, remembered that Lucas had blanched at the sight of his blood…and where was Lucas?
He dropped his head back to the pillow. What was he going to do about Lucas, Jesus…
The door opened and Mrs. Kent entered. “Oh, you’re awake-good” she smiled. We’ve been doing shifts; you’ve been a little out of it.”
Lex tried to smile back. “We? I’ve been an annoyance then.”
Martha smiled “No, no, we’ve gladly taken our turns. We’re much too fond of you and your brother not to look out for you when you need it…” she frowned. “Hon. I don’t know if I should—how to even tell you, but...”
“My dad.”
Her eyes clouded briefly, sadness for him, a little relief? “Yes, you know then?”
“I know,” he said. “I knew …he was going to die.”
“Lucas,” she started, and hesitated, she had to pull herself together before going on. “Lucas tried to help. But he accidentally...He’s been going through horrible guilt these past few days…Clark’s done everything he could to make him feel better, we all have.”
Lex gurgled and Martha immediately came to his side, “Oh, Lex--are you okay?”
“Oh, fine—ah, my throat is a little dry, is all.” He waved her off. A tap at the door signaled another arrival and Clark was there, standing a little away from the bed.
“Lex. How are you?” he asked and his eyes were red, and his forehead lined and he didn’t look like a kid anymore. He looked at Lex with much less sympathy then his mother had and when she left them alone leaned over the bed and hissed, “How can you possibly live with yourself?”
Lex was shocked. “What? How could I what?”
“*You* know…Lucas told me that you told him not to save your dad. You saw it as a perfect opportunity, he said. With Lionel dead and out of the way, it all goes to you, all of it—except for what Lucas has…he kept telling me how you make his life a living hell, the things you do to him. I just didn’t want to believe because of a stupid childhood crush—you’re good, you really fooled me.” Clark’s hands were clenched on the side rail of the bed, and his cheeks blazed. He was the picture of disgusted fury. “You made me believe you were my friend…you made me think you were a good guy.” He shook his head. “I feel stupid. I liked you so much.”
Lex looked up at Clark in horror...what the fuck…Lex dropped his head back and closed his eyes. “There’s nothing I can say, except that’s not me. I wouldn’t do that. I don’t think that way. I am your friend. Clark, I always have been.”
Clark eyes were dark, and his mouth was twisted into a smile of sorts. “Well, Lucas says the same thing about himself, and I’m not sure of that anymore either.” He laughed, bitter and sharp. “ You know what-I’m beginning to think? There’s something going on here that could kill a normal person. I’m beginning to think you two were—made for each other.”
Lex opened his eyes and looked at him. Did he know about Lucas? What would Lucas do to Clark if he thought he knew?
The door swung open and Lucas was in the doorway. He looked strangely panicked, his eyes darting from one to the other.
“Clark! Clark. Let me speak to you.”
Outside in the corridor, he asked Clark if he remembered his promise to him. “Don’t—please don’t say anything to anyone. Please!”
“But it’s not right! It’s wrong, can’t you…” Clark drooped. Lucas was unmovable on the subject. For reasons he wasn’t even sure he wanted to understand, Lucas was going to protect Lex to the death. Even though he claimed Lex abused him, threatened murder, plotted against his own father—Lucas still loved him enough to protect him? Clark felt like his head would explode—he needed to get away…to try to figure the whole thing out.
Lucas was boiling with emotion, he blanketed Clark with it, it sucked him in and drained him and left him feeling like a helpless little kid. Whatever was going on here, it was way more than he could handle by himself, or understand at all. He thought briefly of Bruce…maybe this was the time to call him…
Lucas leaned his head on his shoulder. “Please Clark, think of me—you don’t want to hurt me do you? You care for me, don’t you?”
Clark pushed him away gently, “I’m going to get some coffee from the cafeteria—do you want me to bring you one?” He tried to keep from backing up; he didn’t want to look like he was running from him.
Lucas looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Yes I think I would like one. I’ll wait for you in Lex’s room, okay.”
Clark nodded and headed down the corridor. He glanced over his shoulder before he turned the corner. Lucas was still there, staring at him. Clark smiled but felt a little chill run down his back. Lucas looked so different…so distant.
******
Lucas huffed and licked his lips. This was it. He didn’t have to be psychic to know his little game with Clark was beginning to unravel. Too bad.
He walked back into the room and Lex was looked up at him drowsily.
“Did you have your shot yet? Hmm? Are we nice and mellow now?” he grinned and sat on the edge of the bed, the blanket rough and bumpy under his hand. He could feel the heat of Lex’s body through it, he cupped the warm rise of his dick.
“Stop. Now.” Lex said, but Lucas laughed.
“Go ahead, stop me. I won’t fight you.” He peeled back the blanket and slid his hand under the cheap cotton gown. He planted his hand in the middle of Lex’s chest as Lex struggled feebly, week as a kitten. It made Lucas smile. He pushed the gown up over Lex’s hips, lowered his head, and licked a circle on the tip of Lex’s soft dick, licking fast, and slow, and teasing the slit with his tongue until Lex gasped and groaned, and his dick began to jerk to life.
******
“Damn it, stop--*Lucas*!”
Lucas nodded and sucked him into his mouth and began working his tongue and lips over Lex’s erect dick, pushing him deeper into his throat and swallowing, swallowing until Lex’s hands thrashed feebly against the sheets, he pushed against him with no effect, Lucas just brushed his hands away—he felt trapped, helpless. He cursed his weakness, his helplessness, cursed the fact that he was more aroused then he’d ever been with anyone else…he wanted to die.
“No Lucas, please! Don’t!” Lex's hips tried to lift against his grip, his head rolled from side to side and tears of frustration wet his pillow and he begged Lucas to stop, just a the rush of liquid heat rolled through him, just as his back arched and he groaned from pain as much as from pleasure, just as he began to spill into Lucas mouth he opened his eyes and met Clark’s. Clark stood in the room, back against the door and two cups steaming in his hand.
Lex hissed, his vision blurred and he dropped back against the bed. He felt drained, like Lucas had leeched every bit of energy from him. He felt weak, in pain and nauseous.
Lucas stood and wiped his mouth. “Maybe I’ll just keep you drugged until you get used to it.”
Lucas whipped around when he heard Clark gasp. The splash of liquid hitting the tiles echoed in the room, the smell of coffee made Lex’s nausea worse. Lex croaked, “Clark, Clark, listen to me…”
“No—you’re both sick! And you…you’re some kind of—of—you’re disgusting! What kind of person would do what you--that?” The question was directed at Lucas; Clark’s face was full of loathing. “You jerked me around since you’ve been here. I see now, I see it all now—and you…” he pointed at Lex. “You’re pathetic—you *let* him do this. You deserve each other.” He snapped at Lex.
He whirled from the room. “Don’t, for God’s sake ever—ever call me again—I’m going to try to forget I know you---either one of you. Bruce was right---I was a fool!”
Clark ran from the room, and Lucas grabbed wipes from the bedside table. He dropped to his knees and began wiping up the still warm coffee. “Don’t worry, he won’t say a word, he promised—that type never breaks a promise…he’s kind of like you in that respect. We’re leaving this town soon anyway, and believe me, no one will dare say a word against us.” Lucas said. He stood and dropped the soggy mass into the trash, leaned over and kissed Lex on the forehead. “I'm going to give you this place on a silver platter, Lex, and that's just the beginning, lover. I’ll be back, get some rest. You’re signing yourself out tomorrow, and then, we’re going back home to Metropolis. We have so much to do!”
TBC
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6/16/05 09:11 pm (UTC)Okay, now that that is out of the way. Lucas is very very dangerous and very crazy and Lex...Lex is actually in a lot of danger. Please, please get someone to help Lex.
I don't know how much Clark heard, but once he gets over his shock, could you please have him realize that Lucas was raping a clearly resistance Lex - a Lex who was not just drugged to the gills, but trying, weakly, to push him off. PLEASE,. . .please *whimper*
Lex is in so much Danger. meep!
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6/17/05 07:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/16/05 09:18 pm (UTC)But , if you are going was show canon, ahhh , OK, I would concede that he actually could really be this dumb, I have not read all the previous parts (remember Lucas dislike), so I just can hope, that Bruce is more intelligent...
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6/17/05 07:18 am (UTC)spilled coffee
6/16/05 10:08 pm (UTC). . . .
It would be nice, if OOC, if Clark re-thought his attitude toward Lex.
Or he could kill Lucas! It'll work for me!
Re: spilled coffee
6/17/05 07:29 am (UTC)'Clark ran down the hallway, and suddenly came to a screeching halt. Whats the fucks? I'm blowing my chances for the best sex ever! What was *I* thinking?
He raced back to the room and tossed Lucas out the window, in the general direction of the Pacific. Or Atlantic, take your pick.
In gratitude Lex shouted "my hero!" and Clark drew the curtain around the bed. "Mr. Sexy Bald Billionaire, I know that you are the one for me! Pucker up!" And Bruce flew in and there were three-somes and ice cream, with nuts. And much happy sex was had by all.
Except Lucas who was eaten by a shark.
The End.
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6/16/05 11:06 pm (UTC)Great part!
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