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roxyCan you tell I’m one of those type of peoples that never let a thought they have go unspoken? *blush*
This happened first…Part 1
It was full dark by the time Lucas got home. He opened the front door and slammed it shut with a hip bump. He had a bag with take-out in one hand and his brief case in the other.
It was quiet as a tomb but he expected it. Lex either passed out with the TV blasting or he passed out with everything shut off. It wasn’t all that unusual lately for him to come home and the place would be dark and quiet and find Lex had spent the whole day getting fucked up.
Maybe he needed to do something about that.
He grinned. But then again when he woke him up, he was usually so horny and then he did stuff no one else would do…and Lucas felt a little worm of worry. He was getting kind of addicted to that stuff. He liked it more and more a little wild and a little rough. Like Lex was getting kind of addicted to the shit he did all day.
Lucas frowned and the little worm of a feeling slithered through his gut. There was maybe too much of that going on.
He walked past the couch Lex was usually passed out on and he wasn’t there. Maybe he’d made it to the bedroom today. Yeah, well, he was going to make him get cleaned up and take him out. He hadn’t left this place in months. There wasn’t anything especially wrong with that—but he wouldn’t even leave with him now and that wasn’t right. He had to change that. He needed to get Lex out. Maybe they’d go to the islands--he liked them. He was always fun in the islands. Or Switzerland or something…Lex looked good with big blondes….
Lucas put the food on the counter in the kitchen and looked in the fridge for that wine they’d had yesterday, the champagne Lex had laughed at. Not there
He growled and blushed thinking of it. How Lex had laughed at his taste, like he always did, treated him like he was some country cousin instead of his fucking brother brought up in the same house. He couldn’t help it if he didn’t pay attention to stuff like that—that was Lex’s job-- to make sure he was wearing the right thing and going to the right places and knew the right people. He depended on Lex for that and in return, Lex laughed at him.
He hadn’t laughed when he had a fist in his ass, though...that champagne had been good enough then.
He blushed deeper in anger and jammed stuff back and forth in the fridge, looking for something. He unearthed a beer and cracked the top, took a long drink and sighed.
This had to stop. They had to stop hurting each other before…not that he could ever not have Lex with him. Lex was different--he wasn’t other people; he was his life—he was like…his soul. Yeah, that was it--other people were shadows, fucking meat puppets. Only Lex and he were real. The rest? He took a deep long gulp and slammed the bottle on the granite counter. The rest was window dressing.
“Lex? Lex! Where the fuck are you?”
Had he gone out? Not bloody likely, he was always here and even so, he always called for permission first before he went out. What the fuck.
He stalked out of the kitchen and noticed there was a big burn mark on Lex’s rug. Damn it, Lex—he thought Lex liked that rug.
He looked in Lex’s mostly unused bedroom, checked the room-sized closet for missing clothes, but they were all there. He took a brief moment to smell one of the shirts crumpled up on the closet floor, it smelled like Lex. He pressed it to his nose and dropped it, went on to their bedroom, he wasn’t there either.
It was empty, clean, neat and spotless as a hospital room. Lucas liked that and paid a fortune to make sure it stayed like that. The metal headboard shone, the white tile floor gleamed like snow. Clean. Lucas smiled.
There was nothing on the white walls, nothing on the white tiled floors, nothing in the room except the bed, a dresser and a reproduction black leather Breuer’s chair. Clean. Smooth. Elegant. Like Lex. At least until Lex was lying in the middle of their bed, rumpled and used and definitely not clean any more. His dick stiffened a little at the memories.
Fuck, where was he?
He looked in the equally sterile and featureless bathroom, he looked in the closet filled with clothes Lex made him buy, he walked back to Lex’s cluttery bedroom and went back out to the living room. Where the *fuck* was he.
The curtains at the balcony door swelled, and he huffed in irritation. He probably was out there on the stupid balcony. How many times had he told him not to go out there without him-not to open those doors? He stomped over, flung the doors wide, and still, no Lex and the first tingle of fear hit him. Was he gone? Did he—he couldn’t leave, he knew that-Lex wasn’t capable-he was sure of that.
His foot crunched on something-he looked down and saw a couple of pale pink pills rolling past his shoes and then saw the over turned chair and scattered cushions and then—
“Shit.”
Right there, lying crumpled in a corner of the balcony, barely visible in the darkness. Lex. Still as death. Lucas dashed over and grabbed him roughly by the arms and dragged him back inside.
Lex was pale as milk glass and completely unmoving, and Lucas held himself in check as he carefully searched for his pulse—it thudded slow but steadily under his shaking fingers and then he gave in to the fear that made his head swim and acid fill his mouth. Lex must have fallen out there and knocked himself out. Lucas felt over his smooth scalp but didn’t find a scrape or a bump. He must just be passed out then.
“Bastard fucker—fucked up mother fucking—asshole.” Hot tears ran down his chin and dripped on the stained silk robe Lex was wrapped in, the one he’d brought him from Japan, the one he’d sneered at…
Lex’s eyelids fluttered, and opened and Lucas was staring into Lex’s cloudy gray confused gaze.
“Lucas, Lex whispered. “You—you saved me?” he said in a doubtful tone and tried to move back. “I thought--” he hesitated a long second and continued. “I thought I was dead. Or dreaming.”
Lucas stiffened. On both Lex’s arms, surrounding the wrists, were large red blotches, maybe just bruises from the fall, finger-shaped bruises. Sure.
“I did save you.” Lucas said shortly. “Because I love you. I’ll always be there for you, you know that, right? When no one else will, I’ll be there.”
Lex nodded, and his eyes were red, and his pupils were tiny pinpoints. Lucas wasn’t sure Lex heard him, but didn’t check. He pulled him to his feet. “Can you wash up, go to bed, or do you need help?”
Lex leaned bonelessly against Lucas, molding his body to his and twining his arms around his neck. “You must think I’m an idiot,” he smiled. “I’m sorry to worry you. I promise to behave.” He lowered his lashes and smiled, a slow leer that Lucas was shocked to find made him uneasy instead of arousing him. He unlaced Lex’s arms an ignored his pout.
“Yeah, okay, just go wash up. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Lucas went back out to the balcony and looked out over the city, it was like looking into a bowl of stars and most of them belonged to him.
He shuddered. His goal of making the world safe for Lex came closer every day. He had his fingers in every bit of every fucking pie in this city. No one farted unless they asked a Luthor for permission first—he might even have a handle on controlling Lex’s Warrior Angel guy.
And now, now it looked like he’d have to protect Lex from Lex.
"All right, you fuck," he whispered. "I don’t know why you did it, but I owe you one. But you keep your hands off my property, you hear. Never again.” He glowered out into the darkness. “What’s mine is mine and I’m getting pretty fucking sick and tired of you trying to take what belongs to me. Don’t even think about this one.”
He turned back into the room and shut the doors. He didn’t wait for an answer, a challenge. He knew the freak had heard him. He couldn’t explain why, but he knew. Something caught the corner of his eye, something glowing out there in the darkness.
The next morning, as he stood on the balcony and watched Lex drink his coffee, he found a neat black hole drilled into the concrete wall of the balcony and a shiver ran down his spine. Lex caught the motion and looked up at him smiling.
“Are you okay? Feeling all right?” He asked as he set his cup on the table. He yawned and stretched and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a band of bruises around his ribs.
Lucas leaned over and yanked the shirt down and felt like a fool. “Fine. I’m fine.”
This happened first…Part 1
It was full dark by the time Lucas got home. He opened the front door and slammed it shut with a hip bump. He had a bag with take-out in one hand and his brief case in the other.
It was quiet as a tomb but he expected it. Lex either passed out with the TV blasting or he passed out with everything shut off. It wasn’t all that unusual lately for him to come home and the place would be dark and quiet and find Lex had spent the whole day getting fucked up.
Maybe he needed to do something about that.
He grinned. But then again when he woke him up, he was usually so horny and then he did stuff no one else would do…and Lucas felt a little worm of worry. He was getting kind of addicted to that stuff. He liked it more and more a little wild and a little rough. Like Lex was getting kind of addicted to the shit he did all day.
Lucas frowned and the little worm of a feeling slithered through his gut. There was maybe too much of that going on.
He walked past the couch Lex was usually passed out on and he wasn’t there. Maybe he’d made it to the bedroom today. Yeah, well, he was going to make him get cleaned up and take him out. He hadn’t left this place in months. There wasn’t anything especially wrong with that—but he wouldn’t even leave with him now and that wasn’t right. He had to change that. He needed to get Lex out. Maybe they’d go to the islands--he liked them. He was always fun in the islands. Or Switzerland or something…Lex looked good with big blondes….
Lucas put the food on the counter in the kitchen and looked in the fridge for that wine they’d had yesterday, the champagne Lex had laughed at. Not there
He growled and blushed thinking of it. How Lex had laughed at his taste, like he always did, treated him like he was some country cousin instead of his fucking brother brought up in the same house. He couldn’t help it if he didn’t pay attention to stuff like that—that was Lex’s job-- to make sure he was wearing the right thing and going to the right places and knew the right people. He depended on Lex for that and in return, Lex laughed at him.
He hadn’t laughed when he had a fist in his ass, though...that champagne had been good enough then.
He blushed deeper in anger and jammed stuff back and forth in the fridge, looking for something. He unearthed a beer and cracked the top, took a long drink and sighed.
This had to stop. They had to stop hurting each other before…not that he could ever not have Lex with him. Lex was different--he wasn’t other people; he was his life—he was like…his soul. Yeah, that was it--other people were shadows, fucking meat puppets. Only Lex and he were real. The rest? He took a deep long gulp and slammed the bottle on the granite counter. The rest was window dressing.
“Lex? Lex! Where the fuck are you?”
Had he gone out? Not bloody likely, he was always here and even so, he always called for permission first before he went out. What the fuck.
He stalked out of the kitchen and noticed there was a big burn mark on Lex’s rug. Damn it, Lex—he thought Lex liked that rug.
He looked in Lex’s mostly unused bedroom, checked the room-sized closet for missing clothes, but they were all there. He took a brief moment to smell one of the shirts crumpled up on the closet floor, it smelled like Lex. He pressed it to his nose and dropped it, went on to their bedroom, he wasn’t there either.
It was empty, clean, neat and spotless as a hospital room. Lucas liked that and paid a fortune to make sure it stayed like that. The metal headboard shone, the white tile floor gleamed like snow. Clean. Lucas smiled.
There was nothing on the white walls, nothing on the white tiled floors, nothing in the room except the bed, a dresser and a reproduction black leather Breuer’s chair. Clean. Smooth. Elegant. Like Lex. At least until Lex was lying in the middle of their bed, rumpled and used and definitely not clean any more. His dick stiffened a little at the memories.
Fuck, where was he?
He looked in the equally sterile and featureless bathroom, he looked in the closet filled with clothes Lex made him buy, he walked back to Lex’s cluttery bedroom and went back out to the living room. Where the *fuck* was he.
The curtains at the balcony door swelled, and he huffed in irritation. He probably was out there on the stupid balcony. How many times had he told him not to go out there without him-not to open those doors? He stomped over, flung the doors wide, and still, no Lex and the first tingle of fear hit him. Was he gone? Did he—he couldn’t leave, he knew that-Lex wasn’t capable-he was sure of that.
His foot crunched on something-he looked down and saw a couple of pale pink pills rolling past his shoes and then saw the over turned chair and scattered cushions and then—
“Shit.”
Right there, lying crumpled in a corner of the balcony, barely visible in the darkness. Lex. Still as death. Lucas dashed over and grabbed him roughly by the arms and dragged him back inside.
Lex was pale as milk glass and completely unmoving, and Lucas held himself in check as he carefully searched for his pulse—it thudded slow but steadily under his shaking fingers and then he gave in to the fear that made his head swim and acid fill his mouth. Lex must have fallen out there and knocked himself out. Lucas felt over his smooth scalp but didn’t find a scrape or a bump. He must just be passed out then.
“Bastard fucker—fucked up mother fucking—asshole.” Hot tears ran down his chin and dripped on the stained silk robe Lex was wrapped in, the one he’d brought him from Japan, the one he’d sneered at…
Lex’s eyelids fluttered, and opened and Lucas was staring into Lex’s cloudy gray confused gaze.
“Lucas, Lex whispered. “You—you saved me?” he said in a doubtful tone and tried to move back. “I thought--” he hesitated a long second and continued. “I thought I was dead. Or dreaming.”
Lucas stiffened. On both Lex’s arms, surrounding the wrists, were large red blotches, maybe just bruises from the fall, finger-shaped bruises. Sure.
“I did save you.” Lucas said shortly. “Because I love you. I’ll always be there for you, you know that, right? When no one else will, I’ll be there.”
Lex nodded, and his eyes were red, and his pupils were tiny pinpoints. Lucas wasn’t sure Lex heard him, but didn’t check. He pulled him to his feet. “Can you wash up, go to bed, or do you need help?”
Lex leaned bonelessly against Lucas, molding his body to his and twining his arms around his neck. “You must think I’m an idiot,” he smiled. “I’m sorry to worry you. I promise to behave.” He lowered his lashes and smiled, a slow leer that Lucas was shocked to find made him uneasy instead of arousing him. He unlaced Lex’s arms an ignored his pout.
“Yeah, okay, just go wash up. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Lucas went back out to the balcony and looked out over the city, it was like looking into a bowl of stars and most of them belonged to him.
He shuddered. His goal of making the world safe for Lex came closer every day. He had his fingers in every bit of every fucking pie in this city. No one farted unless they asked a Luthor for permission first—he might even have a handle on controlling Lex’s Warrior Angel guy.
And now, now it looked like he’d have to protect Lex from Lex.
"All right, you fuck," he whispered. "I don’t know why you did it, but I owe you one. But you keep your hands off my property, you hear. Never again.” He glowered out into the darkness. “What’s mine is mine and I’m getting pretty fucking sick and tired of you trying to take what belongs to me. Don’t even think about this one.”
He turned back into the room and shut the doors. He didn’t wait for an answer, a challenge. He knew the freak had heard him. He couldn’t explain why, but he knew. Something caught the corner of his eye, something glowing out there in the darkness.
The next morning, as he stood on the balcony and watched Lex drink his coffee, he found a neat black hole drilled into the concrete wall of the balcony and a shiver ran down his spine. Lex caught the motion and looked up at him smiling.
“Are you okay? Feeling all right?” He asked as he set his cup on the table. He yawned and stretched and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a band of bruises around his ribs.
Lucas leaned over and yanked the shirt down and felt like a fool. “Fine. I’m fine.”
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9/11/05 01:37 pm (UTC)And I think this time I can save Lex. I'm letting the story pull me along. It's kind of relaxing, really...*grin*