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Dis Pater part 31
Next time, happy fic--all laughs and smiles and fuzzy little kitt-uns. No more sickness my friends. I'm turning over a new leaf--'Roxy' will be synonymous with shmoop. Mark my words.
In the meantime though...this.
Lucas walked into Lex’s bedroom, set down a covered tray and pulled the curtains wide. “Look what a beautiful day it is, let the sun in, Lex! You always have your curtains closed.” He cranked the windows open a little, and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm. Smell the air, I bet it smells good after being in that stuffy little hospital room, doesn’t it—smell that? Those are lilies. I kind of like that scent, don’t you? Maybe we can grow them on the penthouse roof.”
Lex let Lucas’ voice wash over him—he was concentrating on himself, feeling himself heal. Lex’s body worked at knitting itself back together and at it’s accelerated pace, it made him weak and feverish, wore him out, but his scalp had healed without trace of the jagged wound, and his legs were fine.
He’d had been home for a day and in that time, he’d learned that Lucas had been very busy. People called all day, asking after them, talking about his father. Arrangements were being made to put Lex in place as head of LuthorCorp, and Lucas announced his intention to Lex not to go to college, but to work for him at LuthorCorp. “Look, I did more than play in those clubs, I made valuable contacts. I got to know the kind of people that we’re going to need, and soon.”
He opened Lex’s bag, pulled out the clothes Lex had worn to the hospital, rolled them into a bundle. He picked up the pill bottles on the bedside table.
“Here,” he said, “You have to take this.” He shook a couple of pills out of the bottles and handed them to Lex, and poured water into a glass from a carafe that was also on the bedside table.
“I brought you breakfast—I know you must be ravenous by now. You need to keep your strength up.” Lucas lifted the cover. “Mmm, crepes—come on, try them, you love crepes…just a little bite….”
Lucas sat on the edge of the bed, and talked on. “You’ll be glad to know everything’s taken care of so far as Dad’s concerned. Mrs. Kent helped me make arrangements for the funeral and all. She’s really a great person, very caring and concerned, if a little slow to get a clue, the both of them. Can you imagine, they have no idea about Clark...” He looked at Lex and winked. “Anyway, like I said, everything’s taken care of—Dad will be next to Mom, just as he wanted…though maybe not this soon,” he murmured and drank his tea, making appreciative sounds.
Lex watched him dully, blanketed by a sense of unreality. Nothing seemed to make an impression on Lucas; he could have been discussing the death of a stranger. He puttered around the room, and tried again to get Lex to eat. When he wouldn’t, Lucas fluffed his pillows, arranged Lex’s blankets and examined his legs. “It’s so amazing, isn’t it? You don’t have a scar, a mark, there’s nothing to show what you went through.” He ran his hands along Lex’s legs, feeling the flawless skin with fascination and in reverent tones said, “A miracle. Our gift.”
He held a thin elegant foot in one hand, looking at it, admiring the arch of bone, "So beautiful, so delicate, but strong…" He brushed his lips over the top of the foot, and Lex tried to yank it away.
Lucas tightened his grip and smiled at him, lowered his head to the foot, kissed the skin, smooth and fine as a baby’s, he tongued the arch, moved over the foot and slipped his tongue between the toes. Lex kept himself still, refusing to react. “Are you finished?” he asked icily.
“No—I haven’t even started,” Lucas smiled, released Lex’s foot and sat back. He offered Lex the crepes again, sighed when he refused it and began picking at the plate himself.
He chewed thoughtfully, watching Lex as he did. He swallowed and said, “You know, when I found you in the study,” he paused and shivered, “I really understood how horribly dangerous and fleeting life could be, and how much you needed to be protected. I know I’m the only one willing to protect you at any cost. Dad wouldn’t, Bruce wouldn’t…because I couldn’t survive if something happened to you,” he said. “Life would be pointless without you.”
“See, I need to keep you safe and the best way to keep you safe is to make sure the world is safe for you.” He continued. “And with the help of some good friends, and some planning on our part, I can make it so.”
He seemed focused on some distant threat and his eyes blazed. “God help anything or anyone that tried to take you from me. I’ll destroy any threat to you; anyone who tries to hurt you, anyone... but you know that now, don’t you. Nothing could ever make me leave you.” He put the plate on the tray, and shoved it back. “Do you have any idea how much I need you?”
“Lucas, please—I love you, but you’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be silly, love.” Lucas stood and gathered up the bundle of clothes. “I’ll be back soon.”
Lex took the tablets Lucas had laid out and swallowed them. He drank the water thirstily, feeling as if every cell in his body was soaking it up like a sponge, he nearly groaned it was so good. He laid back and a fuzzy kind of warmth slowly descended on him. He relaxed, felt a little less strung out. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes; let the cloud of warmth pull him deeper…. He’d figure out how to handle his brother. He had control. He could control Lucas, he always could…
******
Lex woke later in the evening. The room was dark; the curtains were still open and moving slightly in the evening breeze. Sweat dried on his body, making him feel sticky and dirty and a shower seemed like just the thing. He slid off the bed and headed to the bath, shedding clothes that felt like burlap and horsehair on his way. He was stripped down to boxers as he entered the bathroom, he dropped them on the floor, and stepped into the shower.
The water running over his too hot skin felt wonderful, but he showered quickly. Spurred on by a feeling of unease, he toweled off and returned to bed. The sheets felt cooler now and he spread himself across the bed, shoving pillows under his head and turning until he felt comfortable. The breeze flowed over him and his eyes grew heavy, and soon he was drifting in that twilight between sleep and wakefulness. He couldn’t quite sink under completely, half formed thoughts roiled in his head, none of them pleasant, keeping him on the edge of dreams. Sorrow for his father, because of Lucas, lost to him forever-- Clark, whom Lucas had taken as well, and a home he had come to care for, gone now also in the wake of disaster and... tragedy.
It could have been averted, if he’d been stronger—or weaker. All of it was his fault…it would have been different if he’d admitted to himself his little brother was damaged—somehow, somewhere, Lucas had broken and Lex failed him.
He sank deeper finally and began to dream, and in his dreams Clark shouted at him, arms spread wide, across a field of dead sunflowers, and Lucas stood in front of him, his hands gripped his shoulders so tight it hurt,and whispered in his ear as blood ran out from under his grasping fingers and dripped down the white suit he wore. Even though the pain was awful and everywhere, he could feel a smile stretching his lips, matching the smile on Lucas’.
When he opened his eyes again, moonlight gilded the floor under the still open window, the curtains still now in the absence of the breeze that had comforted him earlier, and the sheets were damp with sweat.
He felt a weight around his waist, and heat against his back. Breath blew warm and regular against his neck. His stomach clenched, and he tried to move. He heard a low murmur of sound, felt the bed shift and felt a slow roll against him. Lucas’ arm tightened around him and he muttered a sleepy protest into the back of his neck. A chill ran down his spine. Lex said, “I’m getting up--”
“Don’t leave, don’t move…”
Was it a request, or was it a demand? He didn’t really care. Lex felt himself withdrawing, pulling deeper into himself, letting the world slip off bit by bit, if he tried hard enough he knew he could get to where it was lovely and dark and empty and it would feel so good… He lay limp under Lucas’ arm and when he didn’t move away, Lucas hummed approvingly. He pressed his erection against Lex’s ass, palmed his stomach and rubbed slow circles on his skin. “Mine, now,” he whispered to Lex.
Lex closed his eyes, the faces of the people that Lucas might decide he needed protection from kept him from slipping totally away—if they were in danger, it was his fault, he was responsible for every one of them, he took a deep breath …and relaxed back against his brother.
Lucas whimpered happily and burrowed into him, his hands slid down to cup him and his lips pressed against the pulse in his neck. When he squeezed Lex, pulled his earlobe into his mouth, and Lex arched back into him, Lucas groaned, “Oh! Oh!” and the sound was so full of joy, so happy that it might have made Lex’s heart break if he hadn’t already been shattered into slivers by his brother’s love.
Lucas nuzzled his neck. “Don’t be scared.” He kissed his ear gently, and nibbled and sucked on his earlobe. “Don’t be frightened of me, I want only the best for you.” His teeth grazed his lobe again and again, until Lex found himself leaning into it, and Lucas sighed happily. He moved down, kissing his neck, alternating licks and bites and small kisses until the skin was red and bruised. Lex kept his eyes closed and determined to endure it.
And Lucas fastened on his nipple; working over it with broad flat licks, again and again, pulling it between sharp teeth until Lex jumped—“Fuck! Stop, stop…” Weakness washed over him and made him limp. “Lucas, stop—please don’t do this….”
“Give in, it won’t kill you. Remember that time in the car? Remember how it felt? You came, I know you did, admit it finally--you’ve always wanted me back. You were just afraid. There were so many times, you came close, you know you did--you want me.” he closed his hand over Lex’s dick, “you’re hard…you want it.”
Lex shook his head from side to side, but Lucas was stroking him, and a slick warm finger was pushing into him, and he had to fight harder not to react. Lex shuddered and bit his lip viciously, keeping still-- not moving-- was having the opposite effect—Every slow slick slide of Lucas fingers into him was absorbed and passed on to every nerve, magnified and fed back and heightened until he felt like he was in a giant feedback loop, every touch, every kiss, every wet press of Lucas’ mouth against him sent him higher and higher, he didn’t even feel human anymore—he was just a throbbing hurting mass of need, he needed more, he needed to come and he couldn’t come and he needed more, and he was ashamed to hear himself pleading for more….
Lucas touched Lex just enough to keep him wanting… his own pants were open and he was jerking himself off, his head bent over Lex, teasing him with his tongue, barely touching him with little cat licks that made his dick jerk and drool but not enough, not enough…
Lucas’ breath blew over his hyper-sensitive skin in short explosive bursts, Lex could hear his hand slapping over his dick. Sweat broke out on his chest, his back, shudders racked him as Lucas lifted his mouth away, and Lex tried not to reach out for him.
Lucas grunted, “Now.” Lex closed his eyes, heard and felt Lucas come on his chest, his stomach….
It felt so hot, and slippery as it ran down his skin, and his own dick jerked hard…he felt seconds away from coming.
Lucas said, “You’re whimpering. That’s so hot. It made me come.” He wrapped his hands around Lex’s ankles. “Lift your legs,” and Lex lifted them without hesitating. He was silent, but responded to every move of Lucas’. He lifted when Lucas ran his hand under him. He rubbed the head of his still hard dick over the loosened pucker of muscle, and Lex cried out. “Please!”
“Please what? Tell me, I want to hear it, tell me.” He rubbed and slipped the head in and out, never quite entering, teasing him.
Lex’s dick lay hard and twitching against his belly, in a pool of precome, his body was wet with sweat, his eyes barely tracked Lucas anymore, he hardly knew what was happening, where he was…all he knew was that he needed to be fucked and now and hard and please, it came tumbling out of his mouth in frantic stumbling sentences and Lucas groaned and shoved in, fast, hard and they both shouted, together. Lucas stared into his face his eyes were wide, with an expression of wonder, his lips were moving silently—he touched Lex all over, fingertips trailing over his sticky skin, and got harder inside Lex. Lex could feel him twitch and swell and it made him crazy. He turned his head away, dug his heels into Lucas’ back and grabbed his forearms and rode him like a wild thing, wanting to feel pain, needing to hurt. Lucas made him come, and he screamed kill me until his voice was raw and strained and he couldn’t make a sound.
Tears or maybe sweat splashed on his neck as Lucas shuddered his way to another orgasm, Lex felt him jerk and spill heat inside of him. Something made him turn back towards Lucas and Lucas' eyes were on his as he came and Lex thought he couldn't break more than he had but pain clawed through his chest…dry-eyed because he had no tears left,and his throat raw, on fire, Lex sobbed and Lucas pleaded with him not to….
and more tocome....
In the meantime though...this.
Lucas walked into Lex’s bedroom, set down a covered tray and pulled the curtains wide. “Look what a beautiful day it is, let the sun in, Lex! You always have your curtains closed.” He cranked the windows open a little, and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm. Smell the air, I bet it smells good after being in that stuffy little hospital room, doesn’t it—smell that? Those are lilies. I kind of like that scent, don’t you? Maybe we can grow them on the penthouse roof.”
Lex let Lucas’ voice wash over him—he was concentrating on himself, feeling himself heal. Lex’s body worked at knitting itself back together and at it’s accelerated pace, it made him weak and feverish, wore him out, but his scalp had healed without trace of the jagged wound, and his legs were fine.
He’d had been home for a day and in that time, he’d learned that Lucas had been very busy. People called all day, asking after them, talking about his father. Arrangements were being made to put Lex in place as head of LuthorCorp, and Lucas announced his intention to Lex not to go to college, but to work for him at LuthorCorp. “Look, I did more than play in those clubs, I made valuable contacts. I got to know the kind of people that we’re going to need, and soon.”
He opened Lex’s bag, pulled out the clothes Lex had worn to the hospital, rolled them into a bundle. He picked up the pill bottles on the bedside table.
“Here,” he said, “You have to take this.” He shook a couple of pills out of the bottles and handed them to Lex, and poured water into a glass from a carafe that was also on the bedside table.
“I brought you breakfast—I know you must be ravenous by now. You need to keep your strength up.” Lucas lifted the cover. “Mmm, crepes—come on, try them, you love crepes…just a little bite….”
Lucas sat on the edge of the bed, and talked on. “You’ll be glad to know everything’s taken care of so far as Dad’s concerned. Mrs. Kent helped me make arrangements for the funeral and all. She’s really a great person, very caring and concerned, if a little slow to get a clue, the both of them. Can you imagine, they have no idea about Clark...” He looked at Lex and winked. “Anyway, like I said, everything’s taken care of—Dad will be next to Mom, just as he wanted…though maybe not this soon,” he murmured and drank his tea, making appreciative sounds.
Lex watched him dully, blanketed by a sense of unreality. Nothing seemed to make an impression on Lucas; he could have been discussing the death of a stranger. He puttered around the room, and tried again to get Lex to eat. When he wouldn’t, Lucas fluffed his pillows, arranged Lex’s blankets and examined his legs. “It’s so amazing, isn’t it? You don’t have a scar, a mark, there’s nothing to show what you went through.” He ran his hands along Lex’s legs, feeling the flawless skin with fascination and in reverent tones said, “A miracle. Our gift.”
He held a thin elegant foot in one hand, looking at it, admiring the arch of bone, "So beautiful, so delicate, but strong…" He brushed his lips over the top of the foot, and Lex tried to yank it away.
Lucas tightened his grip and smiled at him, lowered his head to the foot, kissed the skin, smooth and fine as a baby’s, he tongued the arch, moved over the foot and slipped his tongue between the toes. Lex kept himself still, refusing to react. “Are you finished?” he asked icily.
“No—I haven’t even started,” Lucas smiled, released Lex’s foot and sat back. He offered Lex the crepes again, sighed when he refused it and began picking at the plate himself.
He chewed thoughtfully, watching Lex as he did. He swallowed and said, “You know, when I found you in the study,” he paused and shivered, “I really understood how horribly dangerous and fleeting life could be, and how much you needed to be protected. I know I’m the only one willing to protect you at any cost. Dad wouldn’t, Bruce wouldn’t…because I couldn’t survive if something happened to you,” he said. “Life would be pointless without you.”
“See, I need to keep you safe and the best way to keep you safe is to make sure the world is safe for you.” He continued. “And with the help of some good friends, and some planning on our part, I can make it so.”
He seemed focused on some distant threat and his eyes blazed. “God help anything or anyone that tried to take you from me. I’ll destroy any threat to you; anyone who tries to hurt you, anyone... but you know that now, don’t you. Nothing could ever make me leave you.” He put the plate on the tray, and shoved it back. “Do you have any idea how much I need you?”
“Lucas, please—I love you, but you’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be silly, love.” Lucas stood and gathered up the bundle of clothes. “I’ll be back soon.”
Lex took the tablets Lucas had laid out and swallowed them. He drank the water thirstily, feeling as if every cell in his body was soaking it up like a sponge, he nearly groaned it was so good. He laid back and a fuzzy kind of warmth slowly descended on him. He relaxed, felt a little less strung out. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes; let the cloud of warmth pull him deeper…. He’d figure out how to handle his brother. He had control. He could control Lucas, he always could…
******
Lex woke later in the evening. The room was dark; the curtains were still open and moving slightly in the evening breeze. Sweat dried on his body, making him feel sticky and dirty and a shower seemed like just the thing. He slid off the bed and headed to the bath, shedding clothes that felt like burlap and horsehair on his way. He was stripped down to boxers as he entered the bathroom, he dropped them on the floor, and stepped into the shower.
The water running over his too hot skin felt wonderful, but he showered quickly. Spurred on by a feeling of unease, he toweled off and returned to bed. The sheets felt cooler now and he spread himself across the bed, shoving pillows under his head and turning until he felt comfortable. The breeze flowed over him and his eyes grew heavy, and soon he was drifting in that twilight between sleep and wakefulness. He couldn’t quite sink under completely, half formed thoughts roiled in his head, none of them pleasant, keeping him on the edge of dreams. Sorrow for his father, because of Lucas, lost to him forever-- Clark, whom Lucas had taken as well, and a home he had come to care for, gone now also in the wake of disaster and... tragedy.
It could have been averted, if he’d been stronger—or weaker. All of it was his fault…it would have been different if he’d admitted to himself his little brother was damaged—somehow, somewhere, Lucas had broken and Lex failed him.
He sank deeper finally and began to dream, and in his dreams Clark shouted at him, arms spread wide, across a field of dead sunflowers, and Lucas stood in front of him, his hands gripped his shoulders so tight it hurt,and whispered in his ear as blood ran out from under his grasping fingers and dripped down the white suit he wore. Even though the pain was awful and everywhere, he could feel a smile stretching his lips, matching the smile on Lucas’.
When he opened his eyes again, moonlight gilded the floor under the still open window, the curtains still now in the absence of the breeze that had comforted him earlier, and the sheets were damp with sweat.
He felt a weight around his waist, and heat against his back. Breath blew warm and regular against his neck. His stomach clenched, and he tried to move. He heard a low murmur of sound, felt the bed shift and felt a slow roll against him. Lucas’ arm tightened around him and he muttered a sleepy protest into the back of his neck. A chill ran down his spine. Lex said, “I’m getting up--”
“Don’t leave, don’t move…”
Was it a request, or was it a demand? He didn’t really care. Lex felt himself withdrawing, pulling deeper into himself, letting the world slip off bit by bit, if he tried hard enough he knew he could get to where it was lovely and dark and empty and it would feel so good… He lay limp under Lucas’ arm and when he didn’t move away, Lucas hummed approvingly. He pressed his erection against Lex’s ass, palmed his stomach and rubbed slow circles on his skin. “Mine, now,” he whispered to Lex.
Lex closed his eyes, the faces of the people that Lucas might decide he needed protection from kept him from slipping totally away—if they were in danger, it was his fault, he was responsible for every one of them, he took a deep breath …and relaxed back against his brother.
Lucas whimpered happily and burrowed into him, his hands slid down to cup him and his lips pressed against the pulse in his neck. When he squeezed Lex, pulled his earlobe into his mouth, and Lex arched back into him, Lucas groaned, “Oh! Oh!” and the sound was so full of joy, so happy that it might have made Lex’s heart break if he hadn’t already been shattered into slivers by his brother’s love.
Lucas nuzzled his neck. “Don’t be scared.” He kissed his ear gently, and nibbled and sucked on his earlobe. “Don’t be frightened of me, I want only the best for you.” His teeth grazed his lobe again and again, until Lex found himself leaning into it, and Lucas sighed happily. He moved down, kissing his neck, alternating licks and bites and small kisses until the skin was red and bruised. Lex kept his eyes closed and determined to endure it.
And Lucas fastened on his nipple; working over it with broad flat licks, again and again, pulling it between sharp teeth until Lex jumped—“Fuck! Stop, stop…” Weakness washed over him and made him limp. “Lucas, stop—please don’t do this….”
“Give in, it won’t kill you. Remember that time in the car? Remember how it felt? You came, I know you did, admit it finally--you’ve always wanted me back. You were just afraid. There were so many times, you came close, you know you did--you want me.” he closed his hand over Lex’s dick, “you’re hard…you want it.”
Lex shook his head from side to side, but Lucas was stroking him, and a slick warm finger was pushing into him, and he had to fight harder not to react. Lex shuddered and bit his lip viciously, keeping still-- not moving-- was having the opposite effect—Every slow slick slide of Lucas fingers into him was absorbed and passed on to every nerve, magnified and fed back and heightened until he felt like he was in a giant feedback loop, every touch, every kiss, every wet press of Lucas’ mouth against him sent him higher and higher, he didn’t even feel human anymore—he was just a throbbing hurting mass of need, he needed more, he needed to come and he couldn’t come and he needed more, and he was ashamed to hear himself pleading for more….
Lucas touched Lex just enough to keep him wanting… his own pants were open and he was jerking himself off, his head bent over Lex, teasing him with his tongue, barely touching him with little cat licks that made his dick jerk and drool but not enough, not enough…
Lucas’ breath blew over his hyper-sensitive skin in short explosive bursts, Lex could hear his hand slapping over his dick. Sweat broke out on his chest, his back, shudders racked him as Lucas lifted his mouth away, and Lex tried not to reach out for him.
Lucas grunted, “Now.” Lex closed his eyes, heard and felt Lucas come on his chest, his stomach….
It felt so hot, and slippery as it ran down his skin, and his own dick jerked hard…he felt seconds away from coming.
Lucas said, “You’re whimpering. That’s so hot. It made me come.” He wrapped his hands around Lex’s ankles. “Lift your legs,” and Lex lifted them without hesitating. He was silent, but responded to every move of Lucas’. He lifted when Lucas ran his hand under him. He rubbed the head of his still hard dick over the loosened pucker of muscle, and Lex cried out. “Please!”
“Please what? Tell me, I want to hear it, tell me.” He rubbed and slipped the head in and out, never quite entering, teasing him.
Lex’s dick lay hard and twitching against his belly, in a pool of precome, his body was wet with sweat, his eyes barely tracked Lucas anymore, he hardly knew what was happening, where he was…all he knew was that he needed to be fucked and now and hard and please, it came tumbling out of his mouth in frantic stumbling sentences and Lucas groaned and shoved in, fast, hard and they both shouted, together. Lucas stared into his face his eyes were wide, with an expression of wonder, his lips were moving silently—he touched Lex all over, fingertips trailing over his sticky skin, and got harder inside Lex. Lex could feel him twitch and swell and it made him crazy. He turned his head away, dug his heels into Lucas’ back and grabbed his forearms and rode him like a wild thing, wanting to feel pain, needing to hurt. Lucas made him come, and he screamed kill me until his voice was raw and strained and he couldn’t make a sound.
Tears or maybe sweat splashed on his neck as Lucas shuddered his way to another orgasm, Lex felt him jerk and spill heat inside of him. Something made him turn back towards Lucas and Lucas' eyes were on his as he came and Lex thought he couldn't break more than he had but pain clawed through his chest…dry-eyed because he had no tears left,and his throat raw, on fire, Lex sobbed and Lucas pleaded with him not to….
and more tocome....
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Welcome back!
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When you become a schmoop writer, pigs will fly in formation.
You forgot the witty link back to previous parts.
*goes off, wailing*
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So--what? You don't think I can be shmoopy? Hah! Just you wait! Like molasses, it'll be so shmoopy!
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And so damn GOOD.
Whaaaaaaaaa, yes!
:)
Dude. Love it. Poor Les, what will he do? Give in and go with it, try to control Lucas from the 'inside' as it were? Or plot his death, or....
Hrmmmmm...
*bounce*
Hey! Welcome home, bay-bee!
*smooch*
*hugs*
Missed you!
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Not home yet beloved, I have two more days...waaaaaah!
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Not home! Ack!
*huddles and waits*
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