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More Lex. Lex is good. Lex is playing nicely with his toys. Lex is being the good boy he always was before Clark corrupted him, the way Bruce used to be. *glowering still at Bruce.*
In this part, things change for Lex and that changes everything.
Also--Christmas background!
Brothers And Heroes
Lex began throwing himself into his classes in a way that he hadn’t before. He found chemistry to be particularly appealing, and useful. He found that his new interests brought with it financial rewards and friends…of a sort. It was amazing what could be made with common household ingredients and a puritan work ethic. Watching that young man the night of the dance had been inspiring and educational, he thought. He was learning quite a bit about people and how the world worked.
All you needed was to provide a product that the herd wanted and they beat a path to your door.
A side benefit to the strange new turn his life had taken was his friendship with Victoria. Under her tutelage, he became another person—he learned to hide his shyness under a caustic veneer, how to make anyone feel as though they were less with just a pointed look, and how to make a person feel honored to be graced with a smile…Victoria was an amazing teacher, she taught him how to draw on the mantle of arrogance, and before long everyone forgot that Lex had been looked down on, treated as something of a joke—everyone except Lex of course.
Victoria and Lex spent whatever time they could find together. Lex enjoyed her cheerful greed, and she admired and enjoyed the fact that Lex had figured a way to make lots of money. Maybe the strangest and the happiest outcome of his new hobby, he laughed to himself, was getting out from under Harry and his trio of assholes. The assholes found that they wanted to be on Lex’s good side, since he was the one to go to now. Before he knew it, he had an entourage of willing delivery boys—Lex hesitated to call them ‘muscle’ but…
As for Harry…Harry just seemed to drift away, he caught him from time to time out of the corner of his eye, but he was no longer the blonde, blue-eyed
Hitler youth, sneering presence of his social nightmares.
Victoria, when she spoke of Harry, laughed at him—she definitely wasn’t one of his fans even if Lex suspected she slept with him from time to time…well, him and about a hundred other guys but this thing of theirs wasn’t about love and fidelity. It was about being horny and being fond of each other.
One evening Victoria had lured him into her dorm room and reduced him to a pile of melted goo, and they were sitting on her bed after, chatting about nothing and everything. Lex took a little cookie tin out of his backpack on the floor next to her bed. He pulled out a bag of grass and some papers; and was basically just nodding at what he hoped were the right places when she said something Lex found very odd.
“You know, dearest, Harry is losing his mind about you and me.”
Lex turned his attention from the album cover he was busily rolling a joint on and looked at her curiously. “What--is he jealous? So why tell me? Make him happy then.” He put the lid back on the cookie tin, and handed her the fat little joint. Victoria lit it, delicately inhaled and held smoke in before speaking again.
“I will, but I want you to help me. Trust me, it’ll be a great laugh too.”
“What? What do you mean, help?”
She took the joint back, pinched it out, and sighed. “Never mind. I’ll explain later.”
She got up and he admired the way her ass jiggled, rather nicely he thought, as she walked around the room, spraying long arcs of deodorant in the air. “You know I care for you, don’t you Lex?”
Curiouser and curiouser “Of course, we’re best buds, you and I.” He stood and leaned against the wall next to her, looked out of the window, watched girls muffled against the cold walking through the little square of trees in the courtyard below.
She *was* his best bud at this point, probably the only friend he had left after the lousy summer that just passed He hadn’t called or written to Bruce or Clark since the summer passed and he’d spent it in France with his dad instead of in Smallville. Bruce had been disappointed, but Clark had been so upset that Lex had felt too guilty to contact him. There was no way to explain to him that even if he’d promised that he would come home, he had no control over what his dad wanted from him. Those guys didn’t understand not having a choice at all. Why should they? Jonathan was a completely different person than Lionel—Lionel was a bastard and Jon wasn’t. Lex snickered softly to himself. That was it in a nutshell. Jonathan Kent was a man and Lionel Luthor was—was—a soul sucking vampire.
He sighed heavily and his breath fogged the window. And now here it was, nearly Thanksgiving and he hadn’t heard from them—hadn’t tried to get in touch. He traced his finger in the patch of steam on the glass, quickly rubbed out the C he’d begun to trace.
Victoria huffed in annoyance behind him. “Oh for gods sake. Call them. You great big pansy cry-baby.”
He stared at her. “What do you mean? And has anyone ever told you what a bitch you are?”
“All the time, but I get off on it. Come on, Lexy. You know you miss your little boyfriend. Call him.”
“Shut the fuck up, and don’t call me that,” he muttered but thought, I should call right now—while I still have the nerve…thank goodness Victoria’s here…”okay. Give me the phone.”
She handed him a pink phone and grinned when he grimaced. “You owe me for this call. I’m not a charity, you know.”
“No one knows better than I do,” he murmured and she kicked him as she jumped on the bed behind him. He dialed the number, waited, actually chill with nerves.
When Clark answered, he felt an explosion in his chest, and when Clark seemed happy to hear from him, the warmth spread through his whole body. They talked as if nothing had ever happened…Clark was an amazing kid, he really was.
Victoria watched him carefully and Lex knew she was filing whatever it was she saw for future use—for or against him would depend on what she needed…he grinned at her. She mouthed are you happy now? and he nodded. Thank you, he mouthed back.
Later he thanked her again by spending a long time laving passionate kisses on her clit the way she liked it, alternating nibbling and sucking in a way he knew made her go insane, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pushed her legs back to her chest because she liked that too, worked his tongue into her as deep as he could while she squirmed and moaned his name and he stroked her clit with his thumb…he liked the way she trembled in long waves when he did that, and the way she cursed in the wickedest way under her breath when he screwed a finger into her ass, feeling it pushing against his dick through the thin wall of flesh when he stroked inside her—it made him harder, hotter-- She threw her legs around him tight enough to force a grunt out of him, arched right off the bed when she came. The wet heat, the pressure, the sounds she made, were enough to pull Lex over into orgasm with her--he managed to smother the name that wanted to fly out of his mouth into a groan….
Victoria was on his mind for the next couple of days. He wondered what it was about Harry that had bothered her so much she felt the need to talk to him. He caught Harry scowling at him lot lately, or he should say, again, and it was getting on his nerves. If the asshole was jealous over Victoria, he shouldn’t have sent her after him that night. After all, Lex wasn’t stupid enough to think that what they had was exclusive—surely the idiot knew one couldn’t expect faithfulness from Victoria? As far as Victoria was concerned fidelity was an amusing concept, right up there with the Tooth Fairy and Santa... It was just something you had to accept about her and as far as Lex was concerned it was a relief.
******
Class was over and Lex was whistling as he spent a few minutes cleaning off the tables and putting equipment away. Mr. Barnes, the chemistry teacher, had been called away and Lex was being helpful because in the long range it paid off. Always good to have someone owe you, no matter how trivial it might seem at the time. He hummed as he went about his business. This should be good for a little alone time in the lab, just him and a desire to prove that yes—it was more than possible to create better living through chemistry.
He was just washing his hands when he heard a click and looked up. Damn.
Harry was standing there, frowning and looking rather...hulking, actually. He wasn’t that much taller than Lex—how did he manage to look so intimidating? Lex moved slowly and carefully until he had a wall against his back, it was a move that he had practiced until it looked entirely casual, one that he hadn’t actually had call to use for a while.
“Was there something I can help you with, Harris.” Lex watched the boy’s eyes narrow and spots of red bloom on his cheeks. Good going, you terminally smart assed idiot. Piss off the cranky giant.
Harry growled. “Harry, you prick. You know it’s Harry.”
“I’m a little busy. Can we get this over with?”
Harry stamped closer, not quite in Lex’s personal space but close. “What are you doing with Vic?”
Who the hell is he—Vick? Really? She let’s you call her Vic?” Lex grinned, “What do you think I’m doing? What business is it of yours anyway? She’s not your girlfriend.” Lex quickly eyed the tables as he talked, looking for something to make a handy weapon.
“I know she’s not my girlfriend—is she yours?” He came closer, looming over Lex. How damn tall was this guy anyway, he wondered? Too late to run now, fool that he was. Lex rolled his eyes at himself. Someday, his mouth was going to be the death of him
“You shouldn’t be doing things with her, she tells me everything, she tells everyone everything.”
Lex felt a quick stab of betrayal before laughing at himself. What did he expect from her, loyalty?--of course what they did was good gossip as far as she was concerned. After all, didn’t he know what everyone else liked? Hadn’t he laughed along with her at Pantie-Hat Boy?
He looked Harry right in his sapphire blue eyes, and said, “Far out. Did she make me sound good at least?”
The blonde closed his eyes, and nodded.
Lex laughed out loud. “So—what, you want to know if it’s true?” Harry opened his eyes again and nodded.
“What!” Lex jumped when his hands dropped on his shoulders and clenched tight.
Harry looked almost like an enormous unhappy toddler. His eyes were huge, too full of pain, his forehead creased; blonde hair tumbled down to his collar, it was almost sweet, Lex thought. He never saw that before…
“Can I –I’m going to…” his face came closer and closer, Lex stood frozen and watched Harry’s mouth coming at him as if it were happening to someone else. He thought about stopping him, running scared, but no other guy had ever approached him—this was it, maybe his only chance….
He jumped again when warm lips touched his, odd feeling, slightly dry, a little chapped—part of him was cataloging the sensation and comparing it to Victoria, and part of him was coming completely totally undone and it was just a dry little kiss. He didn’t even like Harry—the erection digging into his hip burned like fire His throat was dry, his heart was pounding—he was so turned on he felt like screaming. Harry was pressed so hard against him he could feel his dick jump when he groaned. The kisses went from dry and nervous to deep, wet, devouring kisses, Harry kept making noise like he couldn’t stop and Lex felt a wave of power and lust that made him weak. Harry held him against the wall and Lex was thankful, he’d be on the floor otherwise.
“She was supposed to tell you, she didn’t I kept asking her to, and she wouldn’t tell you. I want you. You’re mine.”
Lex stiffened. what the fuck Oh no, He thought, we can do anything but that. I don’t need to be owned by anyone else…He pushed Harry away. “I don’t belong to anyone, asshole.”
Harry babbled, “I know, sorry, sorry!” and tried to capture Lex’s mouth again.
“No, get off. You can’t spend months making my life hell and then demand we skip off together into the sunset.”
“I was stupid, you made me crazy; I wanted to get back at you. I should have just come to you but I wasn’t sure…”
Lex pushed away. “That I was a fag? Well, now you know. And now you can make it up to me.”
Harry looked disheveled. His tie was crooked, his hair curled along his forehead, damp with sweat, his pants were tented and his pupils were huge. His hands twitched at his side, like he was afraid to touch Lex again… He begged, “How? When? Tell me, please.”
Lex was pretty sure he meant to feel contempt and icy disdain for Harry, he was pretty sure Victoria would expect him to laugh in the kid’s face and say something cutting and cruel, but—he was kind of cute, boner and all. Too cute. He couldn’t bring himself to do what he should. Victoria was going to rip him to shreds….
Moving right along! *hugs Lex*
More Lex. Lex is good. Lex is playing nicely with his toys. Lex is being the good boy he always was before Clark corrupted him, the way Bruce used to be. *glowering still at Bruce.*
In this part, things change for Lex and that changes everything.
Also--Christmas background!
Brothers And Heroes
Lex began throwing himself into his classes in a way that he hadn’t before. He found chemistry to be particularly appealing, and useful. He found that his new interests brought with it financial rewards and friends…of a sort. It was amazing what could be made with common household ingredients and a puritan work ethic. Watching that young man the night of the dance had been inspiring and educational, he thought. He was learning quite a bit about people and how the world worked.
All you needed was to provide a product that the herd wanted and they beat a path to your door.
A side benefit to the strange new turn his life had taken was his friendship with Victoria. Under her tutelage, he became another person—he learned to hide his shyness under a caustic veneer, how to make anyone feel as though they were less with just a pointed look, and how to make a person feel honored to be graced with a smile…Victoria was an amazing teacher, she taught him how to draw on the mantle of arrogance, and before long everyone forgot that Lex had been looked down on, treated as something of a joke—everyone except Lex of course.
Victoria and Lex spent whatever time they could find together. Lex enjoyed her cheerful greed, and she admired and enjoyed the fact that Lex had figured a way to make lots of money. Maybe the strangest and the happiest outcome of his new hobby, he laughed to himself, was getting out from under Harry and his trio of assholes. The assholes found that they wanted to be on Lex’s good side, since he was the one to go to now. Before he knew it, he had an entourage of willing delivery boys—Lex hesitated to call them ‘muscle’ but…
As for Harry…Harry just seemed to drift away, he caught him from time to time out of the corner of his eye, but he was no longer the blonde, blue-eyed
Hitler youth, sneering presence of his social nightmares.
Victoria, when she spoke of Harry, laughed at him—she definitely wasn’t one of his fans even if Lex suspected she slept with him from time to time…well, him and about a hundred other guys but this thing of theirs wasn’t about love and fidelity. It was about being horny and being fond of each other.
One evening Victoria had lured him into her dorm room and reduced him to a pile of melted goo, and they were sitting on her bed after, chatting about nothing and everything. Lex took a little cookie tin out of his backpack on the floor next to her bed. He pulled out a bag of grass and some papers; and was basically just nodding at what he hoped were the right places when she said something Lex found very odd.
“You know, dearest, Harry is losing his mind about you and me.”
Lex turned his attention from the album cover he was busily rolling a joint on and looked at her curiously. “What--is he jealous? So why tell me? Make him happy then.” He put the lid back on the cookie tin, and handed her the fat little joint. Victoria lit it, delicately inhaled and held smoke in before speaking again.
“I will, but I want you to help me. Trust me, it’ll be a great laugh too.”
“What? What do you mean, help?”
She took the joint back, pinched it out, and sighed. “Never mind. I’ll explain later.”
She got up and he admired the way her ass jiggled, rather nicely he thought, as she walked around the room, spraying long arcs of deodorant in the air. “You know I care for you, don’t you Lex?”
Curiouser and curiouser “Of course, we’re best buds, you and I.” He stood and leaned against the wall next to her, looked out of the window, watched girls muffled against the cold walking through the little square of trees in the courtyard below.
She *was* his best bud at this point, probably the only friend he had left after the lousy summer that just passed He hadn’t called or written to Bruce or Clark since the summer passed and he’d spent it in France with his dad instead of in Smallville. Bruce had been disappointed, but Clark had been so upset that Lex had felt too guilty to contact him. There was no way to explain to him that even if he’d promised that he would come home, he had no control over what his dad wanted from him. Those guys didn’t understand not having a choice at all. Why should they? Jonathan was a completely different person than Lionel—Lionel was a bastard and Jon wasn’t. Lex snickered softly to himself. That was it in a nutshell. Jonathan Kent was a man and Lionel Luthor was—was—a soul sucking vampire.
He sighed heavily and his breath fogged the window. And now here it was, nearly Thanksgiving and he hadn’t heard from them—hadn’t tried to get in touch. He traced his finger in the patch of steam on the glass, quickly rubbed out the C he’d begun to trace.
Victoria huffed in annoyance behind him. “Oh for gods sake. Call them. You great big pansy cry-baby.”
He stared at her. “What do you mean? And has anyone ever told you what a bitch you are?”
“All the time, but I get off on it. Come on, Lexy. You know you miss your little boyfriend. Call him.”
“Shut the fuck up, and don’t call me that,” he muttered but thought, I should call right now—while I still have the nerve…thank goodness Victoria’s here…”okay. Give me the phone.”
She handed him a pink phone and grinned when he grimaced. “You owe me for this call. I’m not a charity, you know.”
“No one knows better than I do,” he murmured and she kicked him as she jumped on the bed behind him. He dialed the number, waited, actually chill with nerves.
When Clark answered, he felt an explosion in his chest, and when Clark seemed happy to hear from him, the warmth spread through his whole body. They talked as if nothing had ever happened…Clark was an amazing kid, he really was.
Victoria watched him carefully and Lex knew she was filing whatever it was she saw for future use—for or against him would depend on what she needed…he grinned at her. She mouthed are you happy now? and he nodded. Thank you, he mouthed back.
Later he thanked her again by spending a long time laving passionate kisses on her clit the way she liked it, alternating nibbling and sucking in a way he knew made her go insane, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pushed her legs back to her chest because she liked that too, worked his tongue into her as deep as he could while she squirmed and moaned his name and he stroked her clit with his thumb…he liked the way she trembled in long waves when he did that, and the way she cursed in the wickedest way under her breath when he screwed a finger into her ass, feeling it pushing against his dick through the thin wall of flesh when he stroked inside her—it made him harder, hotter-- She threw her legs around him tight enough to force a grunt out of him, arched right off the bed when she came. The wet heat, the pressure, the sounds she made, were enough to pull Lex over into orgasm with her--he managed to smother the name that wanted to fly out of his mouth into a groan….
Victoria was on his mind for the next couple of days. He wondered what it was about Harry that had bothered her so much she felt the need to talk to him. He caught Harry scowling at him lot lately, or he should say, again, and it was getting on his nerves. If the asshole was jealous over Victoria, he shouldn’t have sent her after him that night. After all, Lex wasn’t stupid enough to think that what they had was exclusive—surely the idiot knew one couldn’t expect faithfulness from Victoria? As far as Victoria was concerned fidelity was an amusing concept, right up there with the Tooth Fairy and Santa... It was just something you had to accept about her and as far as Lex was concerned it was a relief.
******
Class was over and Lex was whistling as he spent a few minutes cleaning off the tables and putting equipment away. Mr. Barnes, the chemistry teacher, had been called away and Lex was being helpful because in the long range it paid off. Always good to have someone owe you, no matter how trivial it might seem at the time. He hummed as he went about his business. This should be good for a little alone time in the lab, just him and a desire to prove that yes—it was more than possible to create better living through chemistry.
He was just washing his hands when he heard a click and looked up. Damn.
Harry was standing there, frowning and looking rather...hulking, actually. He wasn’t that much taller than Lex—how did he manage to look so intimidating? Lex moved slowly and carefully until he had a wall against his back, it was a move that he had practiced until it looked entirely casual, one that he hadn’t actually had call to use for a while.
“Was there something I can help you with, Harris.” Lex watched the boy’s eyes narrow and spots of red bloom on his cheeks. Good going, you terminally smart assed idiot. Piss off the cranky giant.
Harry growled. “Harry, you prick. You know it’s Harry.”
“I’m a little busy. Can we get this over with?”
Harry stamped closer, not quite in Lex’s personal space but close. “What are you doing with Vic?”
Who the hell is he—Vick? Really? She let’s you call her Vic?” Lex grinned, “What do you think I’m doing? What business is it of yours anyway? She’s not your girlfriend.” Lex quickly eyed the tables as he talked, looking for something to make a handy weapon.
“I know she’s not my girlfriend—is she yours?” He came closer, looming over Lex. How damn tall was this guy anyway, he wondered? Too late to run now, fool that he was. Lex rolled his eyes at himself. Someday, his mouth was going to be the death of him
“You shouldn’t be doing things with her, she tells me everything, she tells everyone everything.”
Lex felt a quick stab of betrayal before laughing at himself. What did he expect from her, loyalty?--of course what they did was good gossip as far as she was concerned. After all, didn’t he know what everyone else liked? Hadn’t he laughed along with her at Pantie-Hat Boy?
He looked Harry right in his sapphire blue eyes, and said, “Far out. Did she make me sound good at least?”
The blonde closed his eyes, and nodded.
Lex laughed out loud. “So—what, you want to know if it’s true?” Harry opened his eyes again and nodded.
“What!” Lex jumped when his hands dropped on his shoulders and clenched tight.
Harry looked almost like an enormous unhappy toddler. His eyes were huge, too full of pain, his forehead creased; blonde hair tumbled down to his collar, it was almost sweet, Lex thought. He never saw that before…
“Can I –I’m going to…” his face came closer and closer, Lex stood frozen and watched Harry’s mouth coming at him as if it were happening to someone else. He thought about stopping him, running scared, but no other guy had ever approached him—this was it, maybe his only chance….
He jumped again when warm lips touched his, odd feeling, slightly dry, a little chapped—part of him was cataloging the sensation and comparing it to Victoria, and part of him was coming completely totally undone and it was just a dry little kiss. He didn’t even like Harry—the erection digging into his hip burned like fire His throat was dry, his heart was pounding—he was so turned on he felt like screaming. Harry was pressed so hard against him he could feel his dick jump when he groaned. The kisses went from dry and nervous to deep, wet, devouring kisses, Harry kept making noise like he couldn’t stop and Lex felt a wave of power and lust that made him weak. Harry held him against the wall and Lex was thankful, he’d be on the floor otherwise.
“She was supposed to tell you, she didn’t I kept asking her to, and she wouldn’t tell you. I want you. You’re mine.”
Lex stiffened. what the fuck Oh no, He thought, we can do anything but that. I don’t need to be owned by anyone else…He pushed Harry away. “I don’t belong to anyone, asshole.”
Harry babbled, “I know, sorry, sorry!” and tried to capture Lex’s mouth again.
“No, get off. You can’t spend months making my life hell and then demand we skip off together into the sunset.”
“I was stupid, you made me crazy; I wanted to get back at you. I should have just come to you but I wasn’t sure…”
Lex pushed away. “That I was a fag? Well, now you know. And now you can make it up to me.”
Harry looked disheveled. His tie was crooked, his hair curled along his forehead, damp with sweat, his pants were tented and his pupils were huge. His hands twitched at his side, like he was afraid to touch Lex again… He begged, “How? When? Tell me, please.”
Lex was pretty sure he meant to feel contempt and icy disdain for Harry, he was pretty sure Victoria would expect him to laugh in the kid’s face and say something cutting and cruel, but—he was kind of cute, boner and all. Too cute. He couldn’t bring himself to do what he should. Victoria was going to rip him to shreds….
Moving right along! *hugs Lex*
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Re: Everybody wants Lex
12/17/05 07:19 am (UTC)