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roxySo, this was supposed to be a little story to cheer up herohunter. But because I’m no good at the quickly writing a story thing, it took forever. By this point, sweetie, I’m assuming that you’re feeling better. *blush* Heh. So embarrassed…plus this was the only thing that came to mind when I started and wouldn’t let go. *sigh* Sorry, I love you. *hugs*
Rated 4
Lex closed the front door behind him, slid his damp overcoat off and dropped it over a hook on the coat tree.
“Hey, there you are,” he heard from the direction of the living room. “Raining out?”
Lex shrugged. “Sprinkling a bit. Chilly.” He walked from the short hallway into the gray living room.
“Come here, baby. Sit next to me, I’ll warm you up.”
Lex came around the couch and slid next to him, tilting his head back so he could have his throat kissed.
He bit him. Lex waited, sitting still until Lucas let go.
“Look at the screen.” He pointed at the image, some woman was interviewing a man on the news broadcast, a man in an odd costume. “He looks like those freaks from Gotham, “ Lucas snickered. “Apparently, this bozo is swearing to serve and protect Metropolis from the likes of the Luthors and other depraved criminal minds.” He laughed and slid his hand between Lex’s knees and stroked the inside of his leg, his eyes on the screen.
Lex watched his hands move over his knees, move up his thighs. “He mentioned us by name? Just us?” Metropolis was lousy with corruption, yet he singled out the Luthor name?
“Yeah he mentioned us. Not only that, he went on and on like we’d fucked his sister and left her naked ass on the curb.”
Lex winced and tried to shift away from Lucas, but Lucas grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. The segment was just ending; the dark-haired reporter was referring to the man as ‘Superman.’
Lucas snorted. “Superman my ass. We’ve got to check this freak out. He’s not going to throw a monkey wrench in our business. We’ve finally got our overseas labs running at a profit, and our South American contacts are paying off at last…holy fuck!” He jerked upright. “He just flew away! Flew into the fucking air!”
"What?" Lex looked up from his lap. He flew…
“Yeah, fuck---he flew in to the sky. Jesus, just like that comic you used to read all the time, remember? Warrior something?”
Lucas got off the couch and grabbed the phone. “We need to find out all we can about this guy. We need to head him off, right? I’m going to call Housekeeping, see what they can get on this bastard.”
Lex nodded, “Yes, of course.” Inside, his mind jumped and jittered from thought to thought. Warrior Angel? He helps the innocent-- I’m not innocent—he’s all about righting wrongs. My whole life is a series of wrongs. Maybe…he’ll help me—how do I find him—can I get away—Superman--
Lucas’ voice broke into his frantic thoughts, calmed him down. “Honey, go take a shower and meet me in the bedroom. I need to work off some frustration.” Lucas smiled at him. “I got you something…”
Lex rose and headed to their bathroom, dropping pieces of clothing as he went. The maid would take care of it. Lucas paid her an outrageous amount of money, let her earn it.
******
Lucas’ little gift made him happy, made him float. He was drifting in and out, not completely in one place or time, hanging on by a thread, fucked out but Lucas was hard again and wanted more.
The little gift made him think it was a good idea, Lex squirmed under his weight, Lucas’ teeth where in his shoulder, his fingers in his ass. His body reacted even as his mind felt like it was sliding away. Lucas’ dick slid and dug into his stomach, and he grabbed it, held it tight against his own. Lucas circled Lex’s hand with his, making a snug tunnel that he thrust into, rubbing their dicks together. They slid and caught and throbbed against each other.
Their hands were wet and slick and Lucas’ fingers tightened around Lex’s. He grunted, “Yeah, that’s good, baby, that’s good…” He thrust harder and harder and Lex began panting, the sensations ran through him like fire, any minute he was going to come, in a second he was going to come, it hurt and he was going to come…
Lucas threw his head back and yelled, coming over Lex’s hand, splashing hot and slick on his stomach and Lex shuddered with the force of his own orgasm. He felt light, relieved, relaxed—for a moment--and then he was back. Lucas was kissing his temple and telling him he loved him, and Lex tried to look...content.
********
Lex woke up alert and aware, a little too much so. Lucas was sound asleep, snoring gently and twisted in the black sheets of their bed. Lex slid out, padded naked to the living room. He didn’t want to be quite this clear-headed.He'd have to fix that.
He poured scotch into a tumbler. He sipped it as he walked over to the balcony doors, pressed his hand against the cold glass. No one could see him here, no one could look in, Lucas paid a lot of money to look out over the city without being looked at. Lucas paid a lot of money for everything they had. Lex grinned down at the drink in his hand. Lucas paid a lot of money to keep Lex sane. Or close to it. He laughed and gulped down most of the contents of his glass and nearly choked it all up again.
Clark.
Clark was looking in through the glass at him. Lex blinked. “Oh, Lucas,” he whispered, “I think it’s time for another brain scrub…” he tilted the glass up and over the rim watched his reflection do the same. He looked thin, pale. Through his reflected image he could still see Clark. Clark looked…angry.
Clark’s face floated before him, but unlike his usual dreams,hallucinations he wasn’t smiling and explaining that he forgave him. His hair was swept back and…a look of hatred twisted his face, made his beautiful lips into a sneer…He took another sip and wondered if this time Lucas would just have to let him go.
He smiled at the face in the glass and suddenly it burst outwards, glass flew at his face and around his head and he screamed at the sudden stinging pain. He staggered back—he’d come through the glass—it was that—that—Warrior Angel guy, the superman.
“Don’t—don’t kill me,” he gasped.
“I don’t kill people, I stop madmen like you from doing that.” The voice was Clark’s; the face was Clark’s the attitude was—
“Some fascist ubercop.” He gasped. Had he said that? But that wasn’t true. Clark was a hero.
Lucas was behind him; his hand came down on his shoulder. He’d spoken. “That’s what you are, freak.”
The Angel stared at them both with an expression of loathing. “You don’t deserve to live, either of you. You haven’t changed at all. You’re both beneath contempt. Disgusting.”
Lex tried to speak. Clark, can you help me but Lucas stepped in front of him, his arms curved backwards in a protective gesture. “Get out. Before I have you arrested for trespassing.”
The Angel laughed and folded his arms over his broad chest. "You would be arrogant enough to use the law to suit you. Enjoy it while you can—I will destroy you, the way you destroyed…” Lex looked at him wide-eyed,
faint with horror. “The way you destroyed a good friend of mine,” he finished gruffly, and then he was gone.
“I’ll show you arrogant, you fucking bastard!” Lucas yelled after him and then focused on Lex, “Did he hurt you, that son-of-a-bitch, are you okay?” He grabbed Lex, checked him, made sure that he was okay before leaving him. Blood was crusting on his skin; the small cuts were already healing.
Lex giggled half hysterically and jumped when the curtains waved and flapped in the breeze from the open balcony door. Lucas came back to the living room a washcloth in his hand.
“Lex?” he asked. Lucas looked at him, concern and annoyance and worry on his face and he moved closer. “Lex, are you…”
Lex walked over to him, put his hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. “I’m fine,” he said. He slid downwards, until he was on his knees and he blew him in front of the open balcony door.
I hope you were entertained!
herohunter. But because I’m no good at the quickly writing a story thing, it took forever. By this point, sweetie, I’m assuming that you’re feeling better. *blush* Heh. So embarrassed…plus this was the only thing that came to mind when I started and wouldn’t let go. *sigh* Sorry, I love you. *hugs*Rated 4
Lex closed the front door behind him, slid his damp overcoat off and dropped it over a hook on the coat tree.
“Hey, there you are,” he heard from the direction of the living room. “Raining out?”
Lex shrugged. “Sprinkling a bit. Chilly.” He walked from the short hallway into the gray living room.
“Come here, baby. Sit next to me, I’ll warm you up.”
Lex came around the couch and slid next to him, tilting his head back so he could have his throat kissed.
He bit him. Lex waited, sitting still until Lucas let go.
“Look at the screen.” He pointed at the image, some woman was interviewing a man on the news broadcast, a man in an odd costume. “He looks like those freaks from Gotham, “ Lucas snickered. “Apparently, this bozo is swearing to serve and protect Metropolis from the likes of the Luthors and other depraved criminal minds.” He laughed and slid his hand between Lex’s knees and stroked the inside of his leg, his eyes on the screen.
Lex watched his hands move over his knees, move up his thighs. “He mentioned us by name? Just us?” Metropolis was lousy with corruption, yet he singled out the Luthor name?
“Yeah he mentioned us. Not only that, he went on and on like we’d fucked his sister and left her naked ass on the curb.”
Lex winced and tried to shift away from Lucas, but Lucas grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. The segment was just ending; the dark-haired reporter was referring to the man as ‘Superman.’
Lucas snorted. “Superman my ass. We’ve got to check this freak out. He’s not going to throw a monkey wrench in our business. We’ve finally got our overseas labs running at a profit, and our South American contacts are paying off at last…holy fuck!” He jerked upright. “He just flew away! Flew into the fucking air!”
"What?" Lex looked up from his lap. He flew…
“Yeah, fuck---he flew in to the sky. Jesus, just like that comic you used to read all the time, remember? Warrior something?”
Lucas got off the couch and grabbed the phone. “We need to find out all we can about this guy. We need to head him off, right? I’m going to call Housekeeping, see what they can get on this bastard.”
Lex nodded, “Yes, of course.” Inside, his mind jumped and jittered from thought to thought. Warrior Angel? He helps the innocent-- I’m not innocent—he’s all about righting wrongs. My whole life is a series of wrongs. Maybe…he’ll help me—how do I find him—can I get away—Superman--
Lucas’ voice broke into his frantic thoughts, calmed him down. “Honey, go take a shower and meet me in the bedroom. I need to work off some frustration.” Lucas smiled at him. “I got you something…”
Lex rose and headed to their bathroom, dropping pieces of clothing as he went. The maid would take care of it. Lucas paid her an outrageous amount of money, let her earn it.
******
Lucas’ little gift made him happy, made him float. He was drifting in and out, not completely in one place or time, hanging on by a thread, fucked out but Lucas was hard again and wanted more.
The little gift made him think it was a good idea, Lex squirmed under his weight, Lucas’ teeth where in his shoulder, his fingers in his ass. His body reacted even as his mind felt like it was sliding away. Lucas’ dick slid and dug into his stomach, and he grabbed it, held it tight against his own. Lucas circled Lex’s hand with his, making a snug tunnel that he thrust into, rubbing their dicks together. They slid and caught and throbbed against each other.
Their hands were wet and slick and Lucas’ fingers tightened around Lex’s. He grunted, “Yeah, that’s good, baby, that’s good…” He thrust harder and harder and Lex began panting, the sensations ran through him like fire, any minute he was going to come, in a second he was going to come, it hurt and he was going to come…
Lucas threw his head back and yelled, coming over Lex’s hand, splashing hot and slick on his stomach and Lex shuddered with the force of his own orgasm. He felt light, relieved, relaxed—for a moment--and then he was back. Lucas was kissing his temple and telling him he loved him, and Lex tried to look...content.
********
Lex woke up alert and aware, a little too much so. Lucas was sound asleep, snoring gently and twisted in the black sheets of their bed. Lex slid out, padded naked to the living room. He didn’t want to be quite this clear-headed.He'd have to fix that.
He poured scotch into a tumbler. He sipped it as he walked over to the balcony doors, pressed his hand against the cold glass. No one could see him here, no one could look in, Lucas paid a lot of money to look out over the city without being looked at. Lucas paid a lot of money for everything they had. Lex grinned down at the drink in his hand. Lucas paid a lot of money to keep Lex sane. Or close to it. He laughed and gulped down most of the contents of his glass and nearly choked it all up again.
Clark.
Clark was looking in through the glass at him. Lex blinked. “Oh, Lucas,” he whispered, “I think it’s time for another brain scrub…” he tilted the glass up and over the rim watched his reflection do the same. He looked thin, pale. Through his reflected image he could still see Clark. Clark looked…angry.
Clark’s face floated before him, but unlike his usual dreams,hallucinations he wasn’t smiling and explaining that he forgave him. His hair was swept back and…a look of hatred twisted his face, made his beautiful lips into a sneer…He took another sip and wondered if this time Lucas would just have to let him go.
He smiled at the face in the glass and suddenly it burst outwards, glass flew at his face and around his head and he screamed at the sudden stinging pain. He staggered back—he’d come through the glass—it was that—that—Warrior Angel guy, the superman.
“Don’t—don’t kill me,” he gasped.
“I don’t kill people, I stop madmen like you from doing that.” The voice was Clark’s; the face was Clark’s the attitude was—
“Some fascist ubercop.” He gasped. Had he said that? But that wasn’t true. Clark was a hero.
Lucas was behind him; his hand came down on his shoulder. He’d spoken. “That’s what you are, freak.”
The Angel stared at them both with an expression of loathing. “You don’t deserve to live, either of you. You haven’t changed at all. You’re both beneath contempt. Disgusting.”
Lex tried to speak. Clark, can you help me but Lucas stepped in front of him, his arms curved backwards in a protective gesture. “Get out. Before I have you arrested for trespassing.”
The Angel laughed and folded his arms over his broad chest. "You would be arrogant enough to use the law to suit you. Enjoy it while you can—I will destroy you, the way you destroyed…” Lex looked at him wide-eyed,
faint with horror. “The way you destroyed a good friend of mine,” he finished gruffly, and then he was gone.
“I’ll show you arrogant, you fucking bastard!” Lucas yelled after him and then focused on Lex, “Did he hurt you, that son-of-a-bitch, are you okay?” He grabbed Lex, checked him, made sure that he was okay before leaving him. Blood was crusting on his skin; the small cuts were already healing.
Lex giggled half hysterically and jumped when the curtains waved and flapped in the breeze from the open balcony door. Lucas came back to the living room a washcloth in his hand.
“Lex?” he asked. Lucas looked at him, concern and annoyance and worry on his face and he moved closer. “Lex, are you…”
Lex walked over to him, put his hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. “I’m fine,” he said. He slid downwards, until he was on his knees and he blew him in front of the open balcony door.
I hope you were entertained!
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7/25/05 08:20 pm (UTC)This was wonderful, darling heart, thank you so much for cheering me up and dedicating a part of your superb story to me!!
*kisses and tight hugs*
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7/26/05 12:30 am (UTC)