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DPJupiter part 15 --lawks!
Oy! Feel my pain! No really feel it, see--right here above the bridge of my nose? Story pain.
It was an epic battle, believe me, it got really gory…sharp little letters lodging themselves in my poor tortured flesh, the ink flew, I cut out huge chunks of quivering wordage dripping with schmalz—horrible! *shudders* Thank god when you cut this stuff it disappears instead of piling up on the desk…ewew.
Anyway, they all hate me and I don’t care. Except for Martha. She’s nice to me. *glares at the rotten boys.* Bastards…
Anyway, all bitterness aside, the Previous Parts are here, being cowards and hiding from me and my justifiable wrath
Lex shifted on his chair, tried to suppress a hiss at the sharp bite of pain. Lucas glanced over and smiled as if Lex had done something clever. Lex smoothed his expression, inclined his head and fought down the wave of rage that choked him. He concentrated on picking the white of his egg apart with his fork. He watched Lucas drink his orange juice, and read the morning newspaper. He took a sip of his own juice and looked down at his plate.
An egg over easy stared up at him, the undercooked yellow shimmering with a film of oil, a few pieces of over cooked bacon lying stiffly across it. The slightly burnt smell made his stomach roll. He picked up a piece of the toast that lay on top of a mound of shredded fried potato. The toast was slathered with butter and topped off with a thick coating of jam.
He sighed.
Yesterday, his breakfast consisted of toast, no butter with a smear of jam and a cup of tea. The day before, dry toast with a smear of jam and coffee. The day before that---the same…just the way he liked it….
He took a bite of the greasy toast and laid it on his plate. Lucas folded his paper and smiled at him.
“Aren’t you going to eat? It’s very good. The cook knows what she’s doing.”
“Isn’t that my line, seeing as how I’m supposed to be the host here?”
Lucas laughed. “Of course you are.”
Lex smiled--a twitch of the lip and a flash of teeth—and pushed the plate away. “Which of course is why the cook is suddenly feeding me your favorite breakfast.” He sipped the rest of his orange juice while Lucas watched with a smirk.
“What are your plans for today,” Lex asked and set the glass carefully on a napkin, checking to make sure it was squarely in the center—
“I thought I might visit the town before I leave.”
Lex looked at him, trying to cover the flash of alarm that he felt. “ Oh? Since when do you give a shit about Smallville?”
“Since now,” he grinned and stood, brushing crumbs from his lap. “I think I should check it out—after all, I’m thinking of investing in this backwater again.”
Lex stared at him.
Lucas walked out of the room. “I’ll tell you later.” He called over his shoulder and was gone.
Lex sat staring at the table. Should he follow him? Lucas had something on his mind. Something that was going to hurt in the long run, that much he was sure of. He loved him; he told him constantly and then did things that hurt him like no one else could. He tossed his napkin on the plate of grease coated food and shoved away from the table.
He’d come to Smallville to think, to gain the strength to do what he should have done years ago--end this thing with Lucas. He knew he could do it now—for the both of them, for a chance at a normal life again. It was never too late for a second chance.
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Martha heard the unmistakable sound of the Porsche engine roaring past the Talon—she smiled, knelt to fill the baked goods case and waited for her friend.
When she heard footsteps a few minutes later she glanced up, beautifully tailored slacks and a long black coat caught her eye-- with a big smile and a fresh muffin ready she looked up to greet Lex.
“Oh!”
Lucas smiled at her. “Martha! What a pleasure to see you. Lex told me about your little business venture.” He turned in a circle, admiring the shop. “It’s really very…special. Pink. Nice.”
He turned to her and smirked. “And may I say, you look wonderful? You haven’t changed a bit in all these years. You’re as beautiful as ever. Jonathan’s a lucky man.”
Martha stood and tried not to frown. “Lucas. How are you.”
“Why Martha—you don’t seem pleased to see me. That hurts, you know. I thought about you so many times over the years.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’ve noticed that no one else seems very happy to see me either. Is it because of the plant? The farms? Or is it just me?” he pouted and clasped his hands in front of him.
Martha glared at him silently, her lips pressed together in a tight line. She was trying to find something of the boy that had seemed so sweet—some sign of the boy that Clark had once been attracted to. This man in front of her was—she shook her head. A jackass. A creep. She took in his smirk and the knowing eyes crawling over her and got the chilling feeling….
“What’s the matter? Disappointed I’m not my brother? You and he are pretty good friends, I hear. I bet you two have a lot to talk about.” His eyes were like chips of blue ice.
He knows that I know…
She stepped closer, into his personal space and growled, “Leave Lex alone. Let him live his life. Stop this, this…thing.”
She stared into his blue, blue eyes and her hands tightened into fists at her side. Lucas caught the move and focused his whole being on her—his eyes went cold and flat and so dark they looked black and a long cold sliver of fear speared her. He kept staring and the fear grew, deepened and froze her bones and she fought to keep it from showing on her face but a warm spark deep in his eyes let her know--he knew.
His expression was blank—flat--“You think that’s all it takes? He spoke and his voice was low and intimate as a lover’s. “Just—leave him alone? He doesn’t want me to. He loves me—loves this. You and your stupid kid keep away from us, you hear me? If you don’t want any problems…you definitely want to leave Lex alone.” He grinned suddenly, wide and so innocent, so sweetly open that it staggered her and made her think for a second that she’d imagined the threat—there was no possible way this angelic boy had just threatened her….
“Lucas, I’d like you to leave now. I’m not going to tell anyone what you said—just leave, and leave us alone.”
“Us?” Lucas laughed. “Oh, okay, no problem.” He turned and walked away. “I’ll see you another day.” He winked and waved.
Martha stood in front of the counter and willed her muscles to relax; her hands unclenched and shook as she spread them back against the cool glass.
“Mrs. Kent, are you okay?” Lisa, one of her waitress’ stood behind her, a tray in her hands. Martha glanced around, noticed that the café had filled during her conversation with Lucas and she was suddenly aware of chatter and movement…it was like coming back from another dimension.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, sweetie,’ she said quickly and smiled, grabbed a cloth and turned to wipe the counter down.
Clark had to help. Especially now, he *had* to help.
******
Lucas drove back to the castle, rage fueling him and driving the car to it’s limits. He roared around corners and screamed down straight aways.
That fucking *bitch*! Who the fuck did she think she was? Playing with him was like jumping into a tiger cage…maybe he should give her a hint of how dangerous it could be to piss him off. Fucking Clark too, he needed a hint. He’d been way too fucking lenient with him, out of some stupid misguided sense of…nostalgia or, or…he slowed a little, ahead of him he could see that bridge. Weird, it hadn’t registered before but now…he pulled over and stopped the car. The memories of that day were so clear: the water, how cold it was, how his lungs had ached and the fear--he’d been so terrified. If he’d lost Lex that day, he wouldn’t have survived.
He leaned his head against the steering wheel. Why the fuck couldn’t he see that all of this was for him? Every fucking thing he did was for Lex’s sake, for love. It was his mission, his charge to fix this fucking mess of a world so his lover could be safe and he could be content. The world crawled with bastards who wanted to hurt them and he’d find them all and erase them. For Lex.
So much work to do, every day, all the time, and god he was so tired. He couldn’t rest. Lucas shook his head. He was working so hard every day for Lex—the least he could do was show some gratitude.
That was all he wanted. A little gratitude. Love. Was that so much to ask?
He got out of the car and walked over to the bridge and leaned against the railing. He looked over the side.
Had the water always been so murky, he wondered. He remembered it as being clear.
Lex, god damn it, Lex…couldn’t he see how much he was loved; every time they had sex it was like a miracle. God, it was like, like the world was exploding every time he touched Lex, whenever he fucked him it felt like his mind, his soul was expanding—it felt like the end of the world. It was so beautiful—just thinking about it made him hard….
Tears filled his eyes and he felt a little prick of grief. He knew how Lex felt about him, the truth was like a hole ripped into the center of him that had to be filled…sometimes it made him crazy; sometimes so angry he needed to hurt back. Lucas rested his arms on the railing and leaned his chin on his hands, stared into the river. Tears dripped from his chin and spun away into the brown water below him.
One day all this world would be Lex’s toy--maybe when he gave it to him, he'd finally think Lucas was worthy of him.
tbc
It was an epic battle, believe me, it got really gory…sharp little letters lodging themselves in my poor tortured flesh, the ink flew, I cut out huge chunks of quivering wordage dripping with schmalz—horrible! *shudders* Thank god when you cut this stuff it disappears instead of piling up on the desk…ewew.
Anyway, they all hate me and I don’t care. Except for Martha. She’s nice to me. *glares at the rotten boys.* Bastards…
Anyway, all bitterness aside, the Previous Parts are here, being cowards and hiding from me and my justifiable wrath
Lex shifted on his chair, tried to suppress a hiss at the sharp bite of pain. Lucas glanced over and smiled as if Lex had done something clever. Lex smoothed his expression, inclined his head and fought down the wave of rage that choked him. He concentrated on picking the white of his egg apart with his fork. He watched Lucas drink his orange juice, and read the morning newspaper. He took a sip of his own juice and looked down at his plate.
An egg over easy stared up at him, the undercooked yellow shimmering with a film of oil, a few pieces of over cooked bacon lying stiffly across it. The slightly burnt smell made his stomach roll. He picked up a piece of the toast that lay on top of a mound of shredded fried potato. The toast was slathered with butter and topped off with a thick coating of jam.
He sighed.
Yesterday, his breakfast consisted of toast, no butter with a smear of jam and a cup of tea. The day before, dry toast with a smear of jam and coffee. The day before that---the same…just the way he liked it….
He took a bite of the greasy toast and laid it on his plate. Lucas folded his paper and smiled at him.
“Aren’t you going to eat? It’s very good. The cook knows what she’s doing.”
“Isn’t that my line, seeing as how I’m supposed to be the host here?”
Lucas laughed. “Of course you are.”
Lex smiled--a twitch of the lip and a flash of teeth—and pushed the plate away. “Which of course is why the cook is suddenly feeding me your favorite breakfast.” He sipped the rest of his orange juice while Lucas watched with a smirk.
“What are your plans for today,” Lex asked and set the glass carefully on a napkin, checking to make sure it was squarely in the center—
“I thought I might visit the town before I leave.”
Lex looked at him, trying to cover the flash of alarm that he felt. “ Oh? Since when do you give a shit about Smallville?”
“Since now,” he grinned and stood, brushing crumbs from his lap. “I think I should check it out—after all, I’m thinking of investing in this backwater again.”
Lex stared at him.
Lucas walked out of the room. “I’ll tell you later.” He called over his shoulder and was gone.
Lex sat staring at the table. Should he follow him? Lucas had something on his mind. Something that was going to hurt in the long run, that much he was sure of. He loved him; he told him constantly and then did things that hurt him like no one else could. He tossed his napkin on the plate of grease coated food and shoved away from the table.
He’d come to Smallville to think, to gain the strength to do what he should have done years ago--end this thing with Lucas. He knew he could do it now—for the both of them, for a chance at a normal life again. It was never too late for a second chance.
****
Martha heard the unmistakable sound of the Porsche engine roaring past the Talon—she smiled, knelt to fill the baked goods case and waited for her friend.
When she heard footsteps a few minutes later she glanced up, beautifully tailored slacks and a long black coat caught her eye-- with a big smile and a fresh muffin ready she looked up to greet Lex.
“Oh!”
Lucas smiled at her. “Martha! What a pleasure to see you. Lex told me about your little business venture.” He turned in a circle, admiring the shop. “It’s really very…special. Pink. Nice.”
He turned to her and smirked. “And may I say, you look wonderful? You haven’t changed a bit in all these years. You’re as beautiful as ever. Jonathan’s a lucky man.”
Martha stood and tried not to frown. “Lucas. How are you.”
“Why Martha—you don’t seem pleased to see me. That hurts, you know. I thought about you so many times over the years.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’ve noticed that no one else seems very happy to see me either. Is it because of the plant? The farms? Or is it just me?” he pouted and clasped his hands in front of him.
Martha glared at him silently, her lips pressed together in a tight line. She was trying to find something of the boy that had seemed so sweet—some sign of the boy that Clark had once been attracted to. This man in front of her was—she shook her head. A jackass. A creep. She took in his smirk and the knowing eyes crawling over her and got the chilling feeling….
“What’s the matter? Disappointed I’m not my brother? You and he are pretty good friends, I hear. I bet you two have a lot to talk about.” His eyes were like chips of blue ice.
He knows that I know…
She stepped closer, into his personal space and growled, “Leave Lex alone. Let him live his life. Stop this, this…thing.”
She stared into his blue, blue eyes and her hands tightened into fists at her side. Lucas caught the move and focused his whole being on her—his eyes went cold and flat and so dark they looked black and a long cold sliver of fear speared her. He kept staring and the fear grew, deepened and froze her bones and she fought to keep it from showing on her face but a warm spark deep in his eyes let her know--he knew.
His expression was blank—flat--“You think that’s all it takes? He spoke and his voice was low and intimate as a lover’s. “Just—leave him alone? He doesn’t want me to. He loves me—loves this. You and your stupid kid keep away from us, you hear me? If you don’t want any problems…you definitely want to leave Lex alone.” He grinned suddenly, wide and so innocent, so sweetly open that it staggered her and made her think for a second that she’d imagined the threat—there was no possible way this angelic boy had just threatened her….
“Lucas, I’d like you to leave now. I’m not going to tell anyone what you said—just leave, and leave us alone.”
“Us?” Lucas laughed. “Oh, okay, no problem.” He turned and walked away. “I’ll see you another day.” He winked and waved.
Martha stood in front of the counter and willed her muscles to relax; her hands unclenched and shook as she spread them back against the cool glass.
“Mrs. Kent, are you okay?” Lisa, one of her waitress’ stood behind her, a tray in her hands. Martha glanced around, noticed that the café had filled during her conversation with Lucas and she was suddenly aware of chatter and movement…it was like coming back from another dimension.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, sweetie,’ she said quickly and smiled, grabbed a cloth and turned to wipe the counter down.
Clark had to help. Especially now, he *had* to help.
******
Lucas drove back to the castle, rage fueling him and driving the car to it’s limits. He roared around corners and screamed down straight aways.
That fucking *bitch*! Who the fuck did she think she was? Playing with him was like jumping into a tiger cage…maybe he should give her a hint of how dangerous it could be to piss him off. Fucking Clark too, he needed a hint. He’d been way too fucking lenient with him, out of some stupid misguided sense of…nostalgia or, or…he slowed a little, ahead of him he could see that bridge. Weird, it hadn’t registered before but now…he pulled over and stopped the car. The memories of that day were so clear: the water, how cold it was, how his lungs had ached and the fear--he’d been so terrified. If he’d lost Lex that day, he wouldn’t have survived.
He leaned his head against the steering wheel. Why the fuck couldn’t he see that all of this was for him? Every fucking thing he did was for Lex’s sake, for love. It was his mission, his charge to fix this fucking mess of a world so his lover could be safe and he could be content. The world crawled with bastards who wanted to hurt them and he’d find them all and erase them. For Lex.
So much work to do, every day, all the time, and god he was so tired. He couldn’t rest. Lucas shook his head. He was working so hard every day for Lex—the least he could do was show some gratitude.
That was all he wanted. A little gratitude. Love. Was that so much to ask?
He got out of the car and walked over to the bridge and leaned against the railing. He looked over the side.
Had the water always been so murky, he wondered. He remembered it as being clear.
Lex, god damn it, Lex…couldn’t he see how much he was loved; every time they had sex it was like a miracle. God, it was like, like the world was exploding every time he touched Lex, whenever he fucked him it felt like his mind, his soul was expanding—it felt like the end of the world. It was so beautiful—just thinking about it made him hard….
Tears filled his eyes and he felt a little prick of grief. He knew how Lex felt about him, the truth was like a hole ripped into the center of him that had to be filled…sometimes it made him crazy; sometimes so angry he needed to hurt back. Lucas rested his arms on the railing and leaned his chin on his hands, stared into the river. Tears dripped from his chin and spun away into the brown water below him.
One day all this world would be Lex’s toy--maybe when he gave it to him, he'd finally think Lucas was worthy of him.
tbc
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I feel your pain, bay-bee!
*pet pet pet*
C'mon, Martha!! Of *course* that 'angelic' boy threatened you!!
*bounce*
Go kick his ass!
:)
And Lex, yes, finally getting a spine! Wheeeeee!!
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*....I'd be happy as a lizard--if I only had a spiiiiiineeeee....*
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Lucas is so disfunctional. I love the idea that both the Luthor boys were there when they went over the railing.
I hope nothing bad happens to Martha, although telling Clark about the threat would be enough to make him do something about Lucas.
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and Martha is going to run right ot clark. And this time...*eyeballs Clark sternly*
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*knees Lucas in the nuts*
*kicks him in the ribs when he's down*
*snatches his head up and violently kisses those lips*
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Lucas, you prick! Leave Martha alone! *pouts*
*cheers Lex* Yay! You go, Lex! Kick Lucas out on his ass!
*smoochies* That was awesome. =) Can't wait for more =D
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Yay Lex!
I need to catch up, but this is too good! Lucas is going down.
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Lucas is going down.
wow, funny you should say that....*grin*
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No, no sympathy here for the psycho! Hurts my Lex. Hmph! I'd like to see him wrapped in baling wire and hung over that stupid bridge. He'd cry then!
(egad, that's a scary thought. But wow, the emotions you bring out in your readers!)
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*on edge of seat*
I haven't felt this way about a fic in a long time. Just had to say that.
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