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Miles after miles and miles of ice and snow and at first look the eye couldn’t make sense of the dazzling nearly blinding rays of light and then it resolved into jagged spires of cloudy ice sprawling on the surface of the snow—another blink and clear washes of emerald and sapphire and lemon swept across the surface of the towers unceasingly. A figure exploded out of the sky and crashed to a landing near the fantastic structure.
Superman was home
The halls were freezing, his breath puffed out in little silver clouds. “Heat please,” he murmured as he stalked the length of the icy hallway. It was instantly warm enough that his breath wasn’t visible.
“Kal-El, you need replenishment and rest. Allow me to ready the Solarium for you--”
“Shut up.”
“I believe you exhibit a serious need for relaxa--”
“I said shut up—I want the AI now.”
running
“I need the room opened now.”
operating
The wall in front of him was no different from the walls behind him—until the surface shimmered and thinned and opened on a large chamber. Faintly reddish light washed everything a pleasant warm tone, the ceiling rose up and up into dimness—screens and banks of equipment rose up with it. up and down had no real meaning to a creature who could fly.
He gave no order to seal the chamber behind him. He didn’t expect anyone. He briefly checked the screens showing an average apartment in an average section of the city of Metropolis. A series of screens showed a series of rooms, living room, bathroom, kitchen, bedroom…a small unimaginative group of rooms but clean and neat and just the sort of apartment an average guy would have.
The air was filled with the buzz of sound, the sound of equipment steadily purring, the sound of hundreds of voices, sounds that he didn’t really hear anymore.
Behind him, Lex talked, walked, he smiled frowned, laughed, looked frightened…on a dozen different screens, a dozen different holograms, Lex looked in at the room.
There was the clip of the night he and his brother were snubbed by Bruce. There was Lex attending the wedding of some dignitary, standing next to…Superman walked on, past multiple schematics of LuthorCorp Towers, past scrolling information---all Luthor Corp business, both legitimate and illegal.
He walked past an open chamber containing a reproduction of the Porsche-- the mangled car, and behind it on a large screen ran a computer generated version of the accident, over and over it ran, the entire incident from start to finish, showed Lex gasping on the river bank, and Clark staring at him, Lex speaking to Clark-"You saved me-I know I hit you." Clark shaking his head. "If you'd hit me I'd be dead...." the Clark on the screen leaned closer and closer to Lex, smiling, smiling, and covered the weaker man’s mouth with his hand. It covered Lex’s face—only startled gray eyes were visible as Clark smothered him, again and again….
Superman stopped in a final dark chamber containing only a sleek metal podium. A headset sat on the top. He slid it over his head and it slipped down until fit snugly over his eyes and ears.
“Program.”
choose Lex or Lucas
“Lex.”
choose Pain or Pleasure
“Pleasure…no, change it to pain.”
working
“Help.”
He hesitated…that voice…Clark threw down the headset and flew up and through the roof of the structure. The clouds boiled away from him as he shot straight and true as an arrow towards Metropolis. His mind was clear; he had no plan, no thoughts, only overwhelming desire.
He was dropping toward the apartment balcony—the one he’d visited earlier. The one he knew too well.
He landed lightly, soundlessly and still Lex’s head whipped around, he looked startled...gray eyes so wide, filled with fear, wet…”Clark! Thank god! You came!”
Lex ran to him and threw himself into his arms, moaning, crying. “Save me please, save me!”
Clark leaned back and still holding him, asked him what he needed saving from.
“Myself, my brother…my insanity,” he laughed brokenly. “I know I need you—God, I always have…please help me, save me Clark.” Lex’s eyes closed and Clark felt like his world had finally opened up, felt like at long last, he was alive again.
He drew him closer and kissed him. The kiss was careful, careful, slow, and light, as though one or the other might break and run, then more, deeper, softer as flesh gave slightly, warmer, more heat and harder, tongues met and slid and stroked each other and wet, hot, pressure, pushing as if they could meet, become one in a single kiss, it was the sun filling him with life, the pleasure became so intense it was nearly pain and it made him moan —Lex broke off and gasped, “please—I love you, I always have.” Tears ran down his face as he told Clark how much he’d loved him from the start--always, he sank to his knees and pulled at the seams that held Superman’s uniform on, “Forgive me Clark, please, let me touch you, let me prove how much I want you--"
'STOP!'
ending program
Clark leaned his head against the podium and ripped the headset off, dropped it to the floor. That had hurt. That had hurt so much and it hurt every time, and the little variations the AI threw in kept if fresh and…painful. It hurt.
He leaned his head on the cold metal and gasped until he regained control.
He stalked away, angry and sick inside that he gave in to it again. He would order the machine destroyed. He would this time. This time he meant it.
He was out of the chamber and it was closed seamlessly behind him, and he ordered the AI to sleep.
A softer tone wafted through the air. “Kal-El…”
“I’m sorry.
“There is no need to apologize. I am however deeply concerned. Your health continues to degrade.”
Clark sighed and entered a room with a huge bed that he collapsed on. “Lara, is that a nice way of saying I’m going nuts?” There was silence for a beat before the soft voice continued.
“I am concerned. You refuse to rest, you refuse to nourish yourself the way you should--”
“For crying—your worse than Mo—Martha Kent.”
“If you worry about disturbing me, there is no need. Martha Kent is your mother. I am a construct.”
“No, no—you’re much more than that, don’t hide behind the machine. I am sorry I did that to you—I just needed the other then.” He yawned, a huge yawn that ended in a sigh.
The voice softened further and it’s speech changed, became less precise.” I know. I’m sorry too. I wish I could help. Speak to Martha Kent—perhaps…”
Clark sighed again. “I will.” He stood and pulled off the uniform, pressed the spot that made it whisk into dust and it was sucked away. He lay on the bed again. “I’m so tired.”
The lights dimmed and the temperature rose another fraction. “Sleep now. I’ll wake you at the right time.”
“If someone needs me…”
“
Of course, my son. Sleep now…”
******
TBC
Thank you so much, ya'll for all the lovely lovely comments on L&C! I'm going to answer them all after work. You make me so happy! *hugegrin* Now, off I go to Targe-hell to make everyone's life a pit of sucking despair and pain--"Can I help you...you blithering nit..."
Whoo-hooo!
Miles after miles and miles of ice and snow and at first look the eye couldn’t make sense of the dazzling nearly blinding rays of light and then it resolved into jagged spires of cloudy ice sprawling on the surface of the snow—another blink and clear washes of emerald and sapphire and lemon swept across the surface of the towers unceasingly. A figure exploded out of the sky and crashed to a landing near the fantastic structure.
Superman was home
The halls were freezing, his breath puffed out in little silver clouds. “Heat please,” he murmured as he stalked the length of the icy hallway. It was instantly warm enough that his breath wasn’t visible.
“Kal-El, you need replenishment and rest. Allow me to ready the Solarium for you--”
“Shut up.”
“I believe you exhibit a serious need for relaxa--”
“I said shut up—I want the AI now.”
running
“I need the room opened now.”
operating
The wall in front of him was no different from the walls behind him—until the surface shimmered and thinned and opened on a large chamber. Faintly reddish light washed everything a pleasant warm tone, the ceiling rose up and up into dimness—screens and banks of equipment rose up with it. up and down had no real meaning to a creature who could fly.
He gave no order to seal the chamber behind him. He didn’t expect anyone. He briefly checked the screens showing an average apartment in an average section of the city of Metropolis. A series of screens showed a series of rooms, living room, bathroom, kitchen, bedroom…a small unimaginative group of rooms but clean and neat and just the sort of apartment an average guy would have.
The air was filled with the buzz of sound, the sound of equipment steadily purring, the sound of hundreds of voices, sounds that he didn’t really hear anymore.
Behind him, Lex talked, walked, he smiled frowned, laughed, looked frightened…on a dozen different screens, a dozen different holograms, Lex looked in at the room.
There was the clip of the night he and his brother were snubbed by Bruce. There was Lex attending the wedding of some dignitary, standing next to…Superman walked on, past multiple schematics of LuthorCorp Towers, past scrolling information---all Luthor Corp business, both legitimate and illegal.
He walked past an open chamber containing a reproduction of the Porsche-- the mangled car, and behind it on a large screen ran a computer generated version of the accident, over and over it ran, the entire incident from start to finish, showed Lex gasping on the river bank, and Clark staring at him, Lex speaking to Clark-"You saved me-I know I hit you." Clark shaking his head. "If you'd hit me I'd be dead...." the Clark on the screen leaned closer and closer to Lex, smiling, smiling, and covered the weaker man’s mouth with his hand. It covered Lex’s face—only startled gray eyes were visible as Clark smothered him, again and again….
Superman stopped in a final dark chamber containing only a sleek metal podium. A headset sat on the top. He slid it over his head and it slipped down until fit snugly over his eyes and ears.
“Program.”
choose Lex or Lucas
“Lex.”
choose Pain or Pleasure
“Pleasure…no, change it to pain.”
working
“Help.”
He hesitated…that voice…Clark threw down the headset and flew up and through the roof of the structure. The clouds boiled away from him as he shot straight and true as an arrow towards Metropolis. His mind was clear; he had no plan, no thoughts, only overwhelming desire.
He was dropping toward the apartment balcony—the one he’d visited earlier. The one he knew too well.
He landed lightly, soundlessly and still Lex’s head whipped around, he looked startled...gray eyes so wide, filled with fear, wet…”Clark! Thank god! You came!”
Lex ran to him and threw himself into his arms, moaning, crying. “Save me please, save me!”
Clark leaned back and still holding him, asked him what he needed saving from.
“Myself, my brother…my insanity,” he laughed brokenly. “I know I need you—God, I always have…please help me, save me Clark.” Lex’s eyes closed and Clark felt like his world had finally opened up, felt like at long last, he was alive again.
He drew him closer and kissed him. The kiss was careful, careful, slow, and light, as though one or the other might break and run, then more, deeper, softer as flesh gave slightly, warmer, more heat and harder, tongues met and slid and stroked each other and wet, hot, pressure, pushing as if they could meet, become one in a single kiss, it was the sun filling him with life, the pleasure became so intense it was nearly pain and it made him moan —Lex broke off and gasped, “please—I love you, I always have.” Tears ran down his face as he told Clark how much he’d loved him from the start--always, he sank to his knees and pulled at the seams that held Superman’s uniform on, “Forgive me Clark, please, let me touch you, let me prove how much I want you--"
'STOP!'
ending program
Clark leaned his head against the podium and ripped the headset off, dropped it to the floor. That had hurt. That had hurt so much and it hurt every time, and the little variations the AI threw in kept if fresh and…painful. It hurt.
He leaned his head on the cold metal and gasped until he regained control.
He stalked away, angry and sick inside that he gave in to it again. He would order the machine destroyed. He would this time. This time he meant it.
He was out of the chamber and it was closed seamlessly behind him, and he ordered the AI to sleep.
A softer tone wafted through the air. “Kal-El…”
“I’m sorry.
“There is no need to apologize. I am however deeply concerned. Your health continues to degrade.”
Clark sighed and entered a room with a huge bed that he collapsed on. “Lara, is that a nice way of saying I’m going nuts?” There was silence for a beat before the soft voice continued.
“I am concerned. You refuse to rest, you refuse to nourish yourself the way you should--”
“For crying—your worse than Mo—Martha Kent.”
“If you worry about disturbing me, there is no need. Martha Kent is your mother. I am a construct.”
“No, no—you’re much more than that, don’t hide behind the machine. I am sorry I did that to you—I just needed the other then.” He yawned, a huge yawn that ended in a sigh.
The voice softened further and it’s speech changed, became less precise.” I know. I’m sorry too. I wish I could help. Speak to Martha Kent—perhaps…”
Clark sighed again. “I will.” He stood and pulled off the uniform, pressed the spot that made it whisk into dust and it was sucked away. He lay on the bed again. “I’m so tired.”
The lights dimmed and the temperature rose another fraction. “Sleep now. I’ll wake you at the right time.”
“If someone needs me…”
“
Of course, my son. Sleep now…”
******
TBC
Thank you so much, ya'll for all the lovely lovely comments on L&C! I'm going to answer them all after work. You make me so happy! *hugegrin* Now, off I go to Targe-hell to make everyone's life a pit of sucking despair and pain--"Can I help you...you blithering nit..."
Whoo-hooo!
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9/13/05 04:08 pm (UTC)So sorry for Lex and Clark, each in their own hell...I need another face for Lucas, that guy's is just too repulsive to me...or maybe that's a good idea, lol!!
*sloppy kiss*
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9/13/05 11:41 pm (UTC)