DPJupiter part 4
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roxyI think this is part 4. I'll have to check, but in the meantime, here's the next bit--more unrelentig 4fked upness (isn't that cute! 4rk! hee!--what?I'm old and easily amused.)
Dis Pater:Jupiter
Lucas woke up to a cold bed. He was sprawled wide over it, and it took a moment for it to sink in that he was alone.
Lex wasn’t anywhere in the bedroom. Lucas sighed and got up, a little headache curling around his eye socket all ready. He didn’t bother with clothing before walking down the hall to Lex’s room; the only other person in the apartment was Lex.
Lex was curled in a naked ball at the end of his bed; the covers and sheets were pulled off and puddled on the floor. Lucas didn’t spare a look around the room. He didn’t have to--he knew it would look like a tornado had gone through it. He stepped over the sheets and shook him. “Lex! Lex! Wake up.”
“Clark?” The hopeful note in his sleep thick voice spiked Lucas in the chest and a wave of hatred swept him before dissolving at the sight of Lex’s face, softened still by dreams and for a split second so boyish and pure --Lex’s eyes shot open and tracked wildly over the room before settling on Lucas and a sardonic smile stretched his lips as he truly woke. “Hello…”
“Get up—god, you stink. When was the last time you showered?” He pulled Lex up by his arms and Lex made it even more difficult by drooping in his grip like over -cooked spaghetti
Lex snorted. “I don’t know, yesterday—the day before—how the fuck should I know…” It was disturbingly familiar, this little scene, as though it had been played out before and he was watching it through the wrong end of a telescope.
Lex’s voice trailed off and his eyes rolled back and for a moment Lucas thought he’d passed out. He shifted his grip until he was holding Lex around the chest, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, wake up, stand up, will you? Shit!” The anger came back, not as forcefully, but it was always right under the surface, cheerfully chewing at the lining of his stomach. Lex—Lex was supposed to make him happy. He smashed the thought and shook Lex until he was aware again. “No getting fucked up today, you hear me? You’re disgusting!”
“Disgusting...” Lex giggled and shuffled along, dragging his feet and swaying from side to side as Lucas pulled him roughly along. “Lex, come on, help me god damn it-- you’ve got to get in the shower.” Lucas held Lex closer to support him and as skin slid against skin Lucas slowly lost his anger. Once again his favorite feeling in the world calmed him, the feel of Lex’s skin against his own. By the time they made it into the bathroom Lucas had regained control over his temper. …now if by some miracle he doesn’t piss me off again…
Lex barely got his feet under him, Lucas held him and turned on the water and gratefully let him slide to the shower floor. “For some one as skinny as you, you weigh a ton.”
Lex’s head hit the wall and he giggled, the water poured over him in sheets and Lucas stared down at him. God. He *was* skinny…fuck. The business was taking over his whole world, he was missing the important things—his lover was losing it and he hadn’t even noticed…Lucas felt a little sick.
“Hey, come on get up—wash.” He prodded Lex gently with his foot and Lex shivered. He grabbed his head with both hands, muttered fuck you and winced in pain. Lucas grinned.
“Coming round now, aren’t you? Bet you got a Luthor sized hangover too, hunh? You deserve it, you prick.”. He yanked Lex to his feet and turned him to the wall, shot a stream of shower gel onto his back and began scrubbing vigorously.
“Ow, you fuck—that hurts.”
“Good. It should. You’re revolting—you’re crusty and stinking and when was the last time you ate?” God. His fingers bumped over his ribs and the knobs of his spine and made *him* wince, he pushed it out of his mind to concentrate on washing him.
Lex rolled to face him, legs spread wide, the back of his head and hands pressed against the hospital white tile. He stared at Lucas with eyes gone dull and flat. “You should take better care of your pet.”
Lucas didn’t speak; wouldn’t look into his face, he just washed Lex studiously, scrupulously. His breathing roughened as he rubbed the lather over Lex’s body and watched his skin pink under the foam, flexed his fingers over the slippery warm flesh. “God, every time I touch you I get hard,” he groaned.
Lex dropped back against the wall and laughed at Lucas, “What the hell-- do you get all your dialogue from porn?” He laughed louder when Lucas jerked away from him.
“I’m sick and fucking tired of you laughing at me--stop it!”
Lex laughed and laughed and it seemed to echo off the tiles, Lucas yelled shut up and hit him –hard.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh blew away any other sound. Lex’s head smashed against the wall. Blood flew from his mouth and it was so red against the white tiles it was all Lucas could see—red everywhere.
“Ah fuck.” Lex groaned. “You prick…that hurt.” Lex was on his knees and the blood swirled red and pink around and around the drain. ”Fuck...”he groaned again, sat back on his heels and wiggled a tooth,”— it’s loose, you asshole.” and spat blood again as Lucas stood over him, pale and shaky.
“Why do you make me hit you? Why do you treat me like that?”
Lex got up and shot a glance at Lucas and walked out of the shower, when Lucas called him back, the only answer was the sound of his door slamming.
Lucas rinsed the blood away, shut off the water and leaned against the wall and chewed at his lip. All of it was going wrong, wrong wrong. Lex kept spinning farther and farther away from him and the harder he held on the worse it got and if he let go it got worse and…fucking Superman was trying to kill him—was trying to…kill Lex? Take him away? Lucas couldn’t figure out what it was he wanted and that scared him. He didn’t know what Lex wanted and he was afraid he did—god, it was just all falling apart….
Well, really, what did you expect?
“Dad…Dad, leave me alone.” Lucas shuddered and walked out after Lex.
That evening the two of them made an appearance at the Metropolis Museum’s White Ball. Lucas couldn’t remember the last time Lex attended a charity event, this was the perfect beginning of his campaign to resurrect the Lex he was supposed to be.
He’d managed to keep Lex sober the entire day and he was actually charming, the way he used to be, his eyes were clear and gray again, his smile brought memories back—that devilish grin he used to get sometimes. Lucas tried not to stare at him—god, he was so beautiful.
Lex flirted shamelessly with everyone, and allowed picture after picture to be taken, he worked the crowd like a political candidate.
Sure, he was a little pale, a little thin, but the tuxedo was cut to hide that, and with a little artful application of makeup, he looked wonderful.
Their eyes met as Lucas moved toward him through the crowd, and there was something in Lex’s look that made him instantly hard. He reached out and Lex reached out and they touched hands briefly. For one moment Lucas was in heaven—Lex gasped quietly and his hand jerked out of Lucas’ grip.
He turned to look in the direction Lex was staring and he was eye to eye with Clark Kent. So close, he could feel his breath on his cheek, he could feel the heat coming off of him—Clark always had radiated heat like a furnace…
“Lucas--Mr. Luthor—if I may ask--”
Fucking Clark Kent…maybe the biggest mistake he’d ever made. The guy was relentless, after them all the time like a god-damn pit bull. Bastard. His eyes narrowed as he smiled at Clark. The only one who knew the truth and funny that he never came at them that way…He caught the tail end of Kent’s question.
“—to the rumors of your brother’s attempted suicide?”
Lucas gaped at Clark. What!
“Sir, are there any truth to those rumors?” And he looked into Kent’s eyes, and they were cold and filled with—hatred and something…the kid’s eyes flashed blue for a moment and Lucas blinked.
They were alone—Lex and Clark and Lucas and this thing between them and nothing else in the world existed.
NO. “No.”
Clark kept his eyes steadily on Lucas and refused to look at Lex. Lex stared like a deer in headlights, until finally, reluctantly almost, Clark shifted his gaze to Lex, seemed to focus on the faint pink mark on his lip-- Lucas hissed, standing between the two of them was like being caught in a vise made of pain. And like a bubble bursting, suddenly the noise of all the voices and the press of so many bodies beat against them--Lucas could see in Lex’s face the moment it became overwhelming, Lex whirled around and walked swiftly towards the entrance, Lucas hurried after him, turning to glare at Kent, who just stood and watched them walk away.
After the ball, in the dark of the limo, Lex sat next to Lucas, his eyes closed tight and his shirt open and Lucas twisted the untied bowtie around his bare neck, twisted Lex’s nipple. He watched it bloom to a dusty rose; darken as he applied more pressure….
“Do you hate me,” he asked.
“Don’t be stupid, Lex whispered harshly, air wheezing out as Lucas tighten his grip on the tie.
“Don’t lie,” Lucas said. He watched Lex’s face turn red and then pale, and released the tie. “Tell me the truth.”
“Why should I…lie I mean,” Lex gasped and groaned as Lucas bit his nipple hard.
Lucas leaned back, dropped the crumpled tie to the seat and spread his knees. Lex straddled his lap, brushing over the bulge marring the line of Lucas’s trousers. “Why do you ask? Why should I hate you,” Lex grinned and Lucas said, “Because I killed our dad.”
Lex hissed and pressed his hand hard over Lucas’ mouth. “Shut up. Don’t say that.”
Lucas shook it away, “Because I screwed your Clark—screwed him up”
Lex looked startled for a second and then laughed. “Clark? Clark—is…who thinks about that shit anymore?”
He leaned over and sucked and nibbled a line up to Lucas’ ear, licking around the shell.
“He does.” Lucas muttered.
“Clark isn’t the one we have to worry about,” Lex whispered in his ear and rode Lucas, pushing their erections together, and Lucas panted and pressed back. “The thing to keep in mind is Superman is going to kill us--”
Lucas grunted and came.
tbc
Dis Pater:Jupiter
Lucas woke up to a cold bed. He was sprawled wide over it, and it took a moment for it to sink in that he was alone.
Lex wasn’t anywhere in the bedroom. Lucas sighed and got up, a little headache curling around his eye socket all ready. He didn’t bother with clothing before walking down the hall to Lex’s room; the only other person in the apartment was Lex.
Lex was curled in a naked ball at the end of his bed; the covers and sheets were pulled off and puddled on the floor. Lucas didn’t spare a look around the room. He didn’t have to--he knew it would look like a tornado had gone through it. He stepped over the sheets and shook him. “Lex! Lex! Wake up.”
“Clark?” The hopeful note in his sleep thick voice spiked Lucas in the chest and a wave of hatred swept him before dissolving at the sight of Lex’s face, softened still by dreams and for a split second so boyish and pure --Lex’s eyes shot open and tracked wildly over the room before settling on Lucas and a sardonic smile stretched his lips as he truly woke. “Hello…”
“Get up—god, you stink. When was the last time you showered?” He pulled Lex up by his arms and Lex made it even more difficult by drooping in his grip like over -cooked spaghetti
Lex snorted. “I don’t know, yesterday—the day before—how the fuck should I know…” It was disturbingly familiar, this little scene, as though it had been played out before and he was watching it through the wrong end of a telescope.
Lex’s voice trailed off and his eyes rolled back and for a moment Lucas thought he’d passed out. He shifted his grip until he was holding Lex around the chest, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, wake up, stand up, will you? Shit!” The anger came back, not as forcefully, but it was always right under the surface, cheerfully chewing at the lining of his stomach. Lex—Lex was supposed to make him happy. He smashed the thought and shook Lex until he was aware again. “No getting fucked up today, you hear me? You’re disgusting!”
“Disgusting...” Lex giggled and shuffled along, dragging his feet and swaying from side to side as Lucas pulled him roughly along. “Lex, come on, help me god damn it-- you’ve got to get in the shower.” Lucas held Lex closer to support him and as skin slid against skin Lucas slowly lost his anger. Once again his favorite feeling in the world calmed him, the feel of Lex’s skin against his own. By the time they made it into the bathroom Lucas had regained control over his temper. …now if by some miracle he doesn’t piss me off again…
Lex barely got his feet under him, Lucas held him and turned on the water and gratefully let him slide to the shower floor. “For some one as skinny as you, you weigh a ton.”
Lex’s head hit the wall and he giggled, the water poured over him in sheets and Lucas stared down at him. God. He *was* skinny…fuck. The business was taking over his whole world, he was missing the important things—his lover was losing it and he hadn’t even noticed…Lucas felt a little sick.
“Hey, come on get up—wash.” He prodded Lex gently with his foot and Lex shivered. He grabbed his head with both hands, muttered fuck you and winced in pain. Lucas grinned.
“Coming round now, aren’t you? Bet you got a Luthor sized hangover too, hunh? You deserve it, you prick.”. He yanked Lex to his feet and turned him to the wall, shot a stream of shower gel onto his back and began scrubbing vigorously.
“Ow, you fuck—that hurts.”
“Good. It should. You’re revolting—you’re crusty and stinking and when was the last time you ate?” God. His fingers bumped over his ribs and the knobs of his spine and made *him* wince, he pushed it out of his mind to concentrate on washing him.
Lex rolled to face him, legs spread wide, the back of his head and hands pressed against the hospital white tile. He stared at Lucas with eyes gone dull and flat. “You should take better care of your pet.”
Lucas didn’t speak; wouldn’t look into his face, he just washed Lex studiously, scrupulously. His breathing roughened as he rubbed the lather over Lex’s body and watched his skin pink under the foam, flexed his fingers over the slippery warm flesh. “God, every time I touch you I get hard,” he groaned.
Lex dropped back against the wall and laughed at Lucas, “What the hell-- do you get all your dialogue from porn?” He laughed louder when Lucas jerked away from him.
“I’m sick and fucking tired of you laughing at me--stop it!”
Lex laughed and laughed and it seemed to echo off the tiles, Lucas yelled shut up and hit him –hard.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh blew away any other sound. Lex’s head smashed against the wall. Blood flew from his mouth and it was so red against the white tiles it was all Lucas could see—red everywhere.
“Ah fuck.” Lex groaned. “You prick…that hurt.” Lex was on his knees and the blood swirled red and pink around and around the drain. ”Fuck...”he groaned again, sat back on his heels and wiggled a tooth,”— it’s loose, you asshole.” and spat blood again as Lucas stood over him, pale and shaky.
“Why do you make me hit you? Why do you treat me like that?”
Lex got up and shot a glance at Lucas and walked out of the shower, when Lucas called him back, the only answer was the sound of his door slamming.
Lucas rinsed the blood away, shut off the water and leaned against the wall and chewed at his lip. All of it was going wrong, wrong wrong. Lex kept spinning farther and farther away from him and the harder he held on the worse it got and if he let go it got worse and…fucking Superman was trying to kill him—was trying to…kill Lex? Take him away? Lucas couldn’t figure out what it was he wanted and that scared him. He didn’t know what Lex wanted and he was afraid he did—god, it was just all falling apart….
Well, really, what did you expect?
“Dad…Dad, leave me alone.” Lucas shuddered and walked out after Lex.
That evening the two of them made an appearance at the Metropolis Museum’s White Ball. Lucas couldn’t remember the last time Lex attended a charity event, this was the perfect beginning of his campaign to resurrect the Lex he was supposed to be.
He’d managed to keep Lex sober the entire day and he was actually charming, the way he used to be, his eyes were clear and gray again, his smile brought memories back—that devilish grin he used to get sometimes. Lucas tried not to stare at him—god, he was so beautiful.
Lex flirted shamelessly with everyone, and allowed picture after picture to be taken, he worked the crowd like a political candidate.
Sure, he was a little pale, a little thin, but the tuxedo was cut to hide that, and with a little artful application of makeup, he looked wonderful.
Their eyes met as Lucas moved toward him through the crowd, and there was something in Lex’s look that made him instantly hard. He reached out and Lex reached out and they touched hands briefly. For one moment Lucas was in heaven—Lex gasped quietly and his hand jerked out of Lucas’ grip.
He turned to look in the direction Lex was staring and he was eye to eye with Clark Kent. So close, he could feel his breath on his cheek, he could feel the heat coming off of him—Clark always had radiated heat like a furnace…
“Lucas--Mr. Luthor—if I may ask--”
Fucking Clark Kent…maybe the biggest mistake he’d ever made. The guy was relentless, after them all the time like a god-damn pit bull. Bastard. His eyes narrowed as he smiled at Clark. The only one who knew the truth and funny that he never came at them that way…He caught the tail end of Kent’s question.
“—to the rumors of your brother’s attempted suicide?”
Lucas gaped at Clark. What!
“Sir, are there any truth to those rumors?” And he looked into Kent’s eyes, and they were cold and filled with—hatred and something…the kid’s eyes flashed blue for a moment and Lucas blinked.
They were alone—Lex and Clark and Lucas and this thing between them and nothing else in the world existed.
NO. “No.”
Clark kept his eyes steadily on Lucas and refused to look at Lex. Lex stared like a deer in headlights, until finally, reluctantly almost, Clark shifted his gaze to Lex, seemed to focus on the faint pink mark on his lip-- Lucas hissed, standing between the two of them was like being caught in a vise made of pain. And like a bubble bursting, suddenly the noise of all the voices and the press of so many bodies beat against them--Lucas could see in Lex’s face the moment it became overwhelming, Lex whirled around and walked swiftly towards the entrance, Lucas hurried after him, turning to glare at Kent, who just stood and watched them walk away.
After the ball, in the dark of the limo, Lex sat next to Lucas, his eyes closed tight and his shirt open and Lucas twisted the untied bowtie around his bare neck, twisted Lex’s nipple. He watched it bloom to a dusty rose; darken as he applied more pressure….
“Do you hate me,” he asked.
“Don’t be stupid, Lex whispered harshly, air wheezing out as Lucas tighten his grip on the tie.
“Don’t lie,” Lucas said. He watched Lex’s face turn red and then pale, and released the tie. “Tell me the truth.”
“Why should I…lie I mean,” Lex gasped and groaned as Lucas bit his nipple hard.
Lucas leaned back, dropped the crumpled tie to the seat and spread his knees. Lex straddled his lap, brushing over the bulge marring the line of Lucas’s trousers. “Why do you ask? Why should I hate you,” Lex grinned and Lucas said, “Because I killed our dad.”
Lex hissed and pressed his hand hard over Lucas’ mouth. “Shut up. Don’t say that.”
Lucas shook it away, “Because I screwed your Clark—screwed him up”
Lex looked startled for a second and then laughed. “Clark? Clark—is…who thinks about that shit anymore?”
He leaned over and sucked and nibbled a line up to Lucas’ ear, licking around the shell.
“He does.” Lucas muttered.
“Clark isn’t the one we have to worry about,” Lex whispered in his ear and rode Lucas, pushing their erections together, and Lucas panted and pressed back. “The thing to keep in mind is Superman is going to kill us--”
Lucas grunted and came.
tbc
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