Another WIP!! Whoo-hoo!!!
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roxyKind of sort of. This one has a definite end, at least. It's the second of four parts. What you say, the second? That's right, you already read the first. Yes, you few, you brave, you very kind. You!
So this has turned into a bigger thing then weird Lex and Whitney, it's weird Lex and Clark, weird Lex and Lana, weird Lex and PapaLuthor...eventually. I hate fucking Lana,she's being more of a prima dona bitch than Clark *ever* was!
*roxy pats her so very well behaved Clark* He's just an angel baby now, so happy to do whatever I ask. I knew that Clubby had the magic touch.
A Touch of Fire
Aaand part the second!
Touch of water
Clark is almost awake when some ancient instinct warns him—nothing is right. It warns him to keep his eyes closed and freeze in place. There’s a weight on him, something is wrapped too tight around him, squeezing his chest awful and then he’s gritting his teeth against familiar waves of nausea, they roll over him and swamp him in misery. It’s so intense it makes him moan, it’s not bad enough to drown him in pain but it is bad enough to make him feel like he’s sweating blood and wish he were sleeping again.
He looks around blearily and at first all he can tell is that he’s in darkness, there’s dressed stone under his hands and under his ass --a stone floor. His head is resting against a pillar; in front of him he can see another, a wooden post. The first dribble of fear leaks into his heart. The place he’s in is Lex’s wine cellar and this might be the very post Lex was chained to by Alexander—
“Good morning sunshine!” The voice is warm, and kind, the voice he’s missed terribly in his dreams because awake, he won’t let it hurt.
The face that’s suddenly in his is so familiar, the sensuously smooth curve of skull, the eyes that always seemed to look deeper into him than was comfortable—the part of Lex that scared him, almost as much as his mouth…those are not Lex’s eyes he thinks, they are his eyes, and they aren’t his eyes.
“Oh, you know me,” he smiles and Clark strains uselessly against duct tape, (duct tape!) his mouth wrapped in the burning sticky clutch of the tape makes it impossible for him to howl the way he wants to.
He pulls at the loops and loops of tape around Clark’s chest, laughs a little. “Come on, it’s funny, isn’t it? Duct tape? You know, when probably the strongest boy in Smallville, hell, Kansas--a god damn *super* strong boy--” He stops and giggles. “‘ Superboy’, I like that…is allergic in a lie down and die kind of way to the green shit that’s all over our fair town, all you need is a few rocks and some tape and he’s all yours.” He yanks hard on Clark’s arms and tears of pain spurt from his eyes. “ While you were out, I…experimented with the dosage. Thanks for having such illustrative skin by the way. You should be weak enough to not tear the tape, but strong enough to keep breathing and even talk, though I can probably predict what you’d say--blah blah, evil, crazy, blah-shit.”
He laughs and for a moment Clark is back at the beginning of all this, when Lex was new and cool and made him feel funny, good-funny, like he knew something about him that no one else knew…he rolls his head and the movement sends a spike of pain up his spine and lancing into his head. Okay, it’ll be okay, all he has to do is wait for Mom and Dad to miss him—they’ll save him, he just has to hold on until then…
Alexander drops crossed legged in front of him, takes his bound wrists in his hand. “Poor Clark, you’re waiting for Mom and Dad aren’t you?” He brings Clark’s hands to his mouth and sucks on a knuckle—Clark’s confused between the stab of lust that action causes him and the knowing that something awful is about to happen to him, right now…Lex’s eyes cloud for a moment, he shakes his head. “I have terrible news…Mom and Dad are dead.” Clark yells behind the tape, jerks his head hard and fast. No!
Alexander pats his hands, rubs fingertips softly over his knuckles. “They had a terrible accident,” and his eyes are wide and clear, bluer than the sky and his voice rises, child-like and crystal clear, the tone of a child telling a fable, “they were killed Clark, killed in a car crash.” He sighs and closes his eyes with a tiny satisfied smile and a nod
Clark’s head whips back, slamming into the wood pillar—he’s lying he has to be he didn’t kill Mom and Dad he wouldn’t couldn’t…. his head swoops and rolls with the pain.
Alexander opens his eyes again and says, “You’re thinking I did it…oh. No, you’re not. You’re thinking I *didn’t* do it. He laughs. “But I did, I killed them.” He rises to his feet in one smooth move and stalks off to the racks, selects a bottle and pulls a little knife out of his pocket, levers the cork out of the neck and takes a tiny sip.
“Hmm.” He tilts the bottle up and drinks long and deep. Holds it out to Clark. “Drink?”
Clark is crying, his body is racked with deep sobs, tears flood over his face and he jerks against the tape, sorrow and rage twisting him into a kind of insanity.
Alexander drops back suddenly in front of him, Clark can hear his knees pop, his heart beat skip wildly in his chest, so unlike Lex’s steady beat, the beat he used to find himself breathing to late at night….
Alexander sits close to Clark, at his side, and puts his mouth to Clark’s ear.
“Clark, have you ever woke from sleep and felt like a new man, like all your troubles have melted away? This morning I woke so twisted in my sheets I could barely move…everything was soaking wet, the bed was wet, the floor, it was all…so wet…” He stops, and breath explodes in hot bursts against Clark’s skin, “I was so dry inside, so unbearably thirsty and cold and I wanted…oh God,” his eyes close and Clark feels the lashes move against his cheek and he begins to be afraid and he wants Lex, where did he hide him—
“I wanted,” Alexander continued, and the hand on Clark’s chest was shaking. “I wanted, I wanted, so much it hurt me.”
He holds his hand straight out, in Clark’s line of sight, “All my troubles, melted away,” he crooned and as Clark watches, clear fluid oozes slowly to the surface of Alexander’s skin, tiny drops pearl up in his pores, collect until they roll off to drop down and make tiny spots of damp in the dust on the floor.
“Say goodbye to Lex,” he grins and Clark screams and screams behind the tape, gagging, desperately swallowing the vomit that tries to fill his mouth, gagging again and again….
Alexander leans against him and gently pulls his head around until he’s facing him and he kisses his forehead, his cheeks, licks at the free patches of skin around the tape. “Shhh, shhh, I’ll help you, we’ll help each other. Remember when you came to get me, the day you wanted me to leave with you? I wasn’t ready then, but now I am, and you will be too, I promise.”
Clark jerks back, nononono! The moan of terror leaks out around the edge of the tape, and then—
“And I have this for you.” Alexander is pulling a chain from his pocket and a little bag pops out with it. He pulls it open with a smile that’s at once insane and strangely shy, expectant, and Clark gasps as heat rushes through him, pulling him under. Deep in his gut a little bubble rises, a bubble of giddy laughter like champagne in his veins, making his head swim and he feels some undefined load lifting from his shoulders.
Alexander is smiling and a red jewel glitters between his index finger and thumb. “That ring company had a few of these fake rubies still. I bought all of them—cheap. You know, I thought maybe they caused allergic reactions in the people who wore them but it turns out it’s just you. Hunh. No one else had a reaction to the stones. And your reaction was very …interesting.” He watched Clark strain and sweat. “I do pay attention to things Clark. It bugs the hell out of me that you think…I don’t.”
Clark lets his eyes tell Alexander what he needs and the tape gets ripped off his mouth, a bark of pain breaks his silence, thick drool spins away from the tape, his lips are raw…“Let me free, let me lose.” His blood was boiling, burning in his mouth and his throat, his dick, he wanted, wanted…” Let me loose, you fucker,” he groaned. “Need to touch you, touch me…” he’s so fucking hard, hurting, begging Lex with every twist and lunge in his bonds.
Alexander slips the stone around his neck. His eyes close and he groans as he slips under the overwhelming tidal wave of feeling--complete and total freedom, freedom from caring, needing anything but Alex, drowning in the torrent of sensation—he’s panting and gasping and his lungs are begging for air, cool air, his body’s screaming for relief from the heat and when Alex’s elegant hands skim over the throbbing hardness trapped in denim, he comes, loud, hard, and messy.
Alex cuts the tape throws it into the dark behind them and Kal lunges, knocking him to the floor. “You can kill me if you want.” he says and licks his lips. He’s pinned under Kal’s weight, under his hands, his teeth, what else can he say. Kal laughs, and strips him bare and he’s kissing and touching him everywhere, outside, inside, making him cry out over and over. In minutes he’s trembling from head to toe and fills Kal’s hand with hot come, his sweat is gleaming, wet on Kal’s skin….
“Luthor and Kal-El…” Kal drags a finger over his hip, traces an ‘L’ in the come on his skin. “The House of El…don’t you love the sound of that?” And his laughter echoes up the stairs.
TBC! *soon I hope!*
So this has turned into a bigger thing then weird Lex and Whitney, it's weird Lex and Clark, weird Lex and Lana, weird Lex and PapaLuthor...eventually. I hate fucking Lana,she's being more of a prima dona bitch than Clark *ever* was!
*roxy pats her so very well behaved Clark* He's just an angel baby now, so happy to do whatever I ask. I knew that Clubby had the magic touch.
A Touch of Fire
Aaand part the second!
Touch of water
Clark is almost awake when some ancient instinct warns him—nothing is right. It warns him to keep his eyes closed and freeze in place. There’s a weight on him, something is wrapped too tight around him, squeezing his chest awful and then he’s gritting his teeth against familiar waves of nausea, they roll over him and swamp him in misery. It’s so intense it makes him moan, it’s not bad enough to drown him in pain but it is bad enough to make him feel like he’s sweating blood and wish he were sleeping again.
He looks around blearily and at first all he can tell is that he’s in darkness, there’s dressed stone under his hands and under his ass --a stone floor. His head is resting against a pillar; in front of him he can see another, a wooden post. The first dribble of fear leaks into his heart. The place he’s in is Lex’s wine cellar and this might be the very post Lex was chained to by Alexander—
“Good morning sunshine!” The voice is warm, and kind, the voice he’s missed terribly in his dreams because awake, he won’t let it hurt.
The face that’s suddenly in his is so familiar, the sensuously smooth curve of skull, the eyes that always seemed to look deeper into him than was comfortable—the part of Lex that scared him, almost as much as his mouth…those are not Lex’s eyes he thinks, they are his eyes, and they aren’t his eyes.
“Oh, you know me,” he smiles and Clark strains uselessly against duct tape, (duct tape!) his mouth wrapped in the burning sticky clutch of the tape makes it impossible for him to howl the way he wants to.
He pulls at the loops and loops of tape around Clark’s chest, laughs a little. “Come on, it’s funny, isn’t it? Duct tape? You know, when probably the strongest boy in Smallville, hell, Kansas--a god damn *super* strong boy--” He stops and giggles. “‘ Superboy’, I like that…is allergic in a lie down and die kind of way to the green shit that’s all over our fair town, all you need is a few rocks and some tape and he’s all yours.” He yanks hard on Clark’s arms and tears of pain spurt from his eyes. “ While you were out, I…experimented with the dosage. Thanks for having such illustrative skin by the way. You should be weak enough to not tear the tape, but strong enough to keep breathing and even talk, though I can probably predict what you’d say--blah blah, evil, crazy, blah-shit.”
He laughs and for a moment Clark is back at the beginning of all this, when Lex was new and cool and made him feel funny, good-funny, like he knew something about him that no one else knew…he rolls his head and the movement sends a spike of pain up his spine and lancing into his head. Okay, it’ll be okay, all he has to do is wait for Mom and Dad to miss him—they’ll save him, he just has to hold on until then…
Alexander drops crossed legged in front of him, takes his bound wrists in his hand. “Poor Clark, you’re waiting for Mom and Dad aren’t you?” He brings Clark’s hands to his mouth and sucks on a knuckle—Clark’s confused between the stab of lust that action causes him and the knowing that something awful is about to happen to him, right now…Lex’s eyes cloud for a moment, he shakes his head. “I have terrible news…Mom and Dad are dead.” Clark yells behind the tape, jerks his head hard and fast. No!
Alexander pats his hands, rubs fingertips softly over his knuckles. “They had a terrible accident,” and his eyes are wide and clear, bluer than the sky and his voice rises, child-like and crystal clear, the tone of a child telling a fable, “they were killed Clark, killed in a car crash.” He sighs and closes his eyes with a tiny satisfied smile and a nod
Clark’s head whips back, slamming into the wood pillar—he’s lying he has to be he didn’t kill Mom and Dad he wouldn’t couldn’t…. his head swoops and rolls with the pain.
Alexander opens his eyes again and says, “You’re thinking I did it…oh. No, you’re not. You’re thinking I *didn’t* do it. He laughs. “But I did, I killed them.” He rises to his feet in one smooth move and stalks off to the racks, selects a bottle and pulls a little knife out of his pocket, levers the cork out of the neck and takes a tiny sip.
“Hmm.” He tilts the bottle up and drinks long and deep. Holds it out to Clark. “Drink?”
Clark is crying, his body is racked with deep sobs, tears flood over his face and he jerks against the tape, sorrow and rage twisting him into a kind of insanity.
Alexander drops back suddenly in front of him, Clark can hear his knees pop, his heart beat skip wildly in his chest, so unlike Lex’s steady beat, the beat he used to find himself breathing to late at night….
Alexander sits close to Clark, at his side, and puts his mouth to Clark’s ear.
“Clark, have you ever woke from sleep and felt like a new man, like all your troubles have melted away? This morning I woke so twisted in my sheets I could barely move…everything was soaking wet, the bed was wet, the floor, it was all…so wet…” He stops, and breath explodes in hot bursts against Clark’s skin, “I was so dry inside, so unbearably thirsty and cold and I wanted…oh God,” his eyes close and Clark feels the lashes move against his cheek and he begins to be afraid and he wants Lex, where did he hide him—
“I wanted,” Alexander continued, and the hand on Clark’s chest was shaking. “I wanted, I wanted, so much it hurt me.”
He holds his hand straight out, in Clark’s line of sight, “All my troubles, melted away,” he crooned and as Clark watches, clear fluid oozes slowly to the surface of Alexander’s skin, tiny drops pearl up in his pores, collect until they roll off to drop down and make tiny spots of damp in the dust on the floor.
“Say goodbye to Lex,” he grins and Clark screams and screams behind the tape, gagging, desperately swallowing the vomit that tries to fill his mouth, gagging again and again….
Alexander leans against him and gently pulls his head around until he’s facing him and he kisses his forehead, his cheeks, licks at the free patches of skin around the tape. “Shhh, shhh, I’ll help you, we’ll help each other. Remember when you came to get me, the day you wanted me to leave with you? I wasn’t ready then, but now I am, and you will be too, I promise.”
Clark jerks back, nononono! The moan of terror leaks out around the edge of the tape, and then—
“And I have this for you.” Alexander is pulling a chain from his pocket and a little bag pops out with it. He pulls it open with a smile that’s at once insane and strangely shy, expectant, and Clark gasps as heat rushes through him, pulling him under. Deep in his gut a little bubble rises, a bubble of giddy laughter like champagne in his veins, making his head swim and he feels some undefined load lifting from his shoulders.
Alexander is smiling and a red jewel glitters between his index finger and thumb. “That ring company had a few of these fake rubies still. I bought all of them—cheap. You know, I thought maybe they caused allergic reactions in the people who wore them but it turns out it’s just you. Hunh. No one else had a reaction to the stones. And your reaction was very …interesting.” He watched Clark strain and sweat. “I do pay attention to things Clark. It bugs the hell out of me that you think…I don’t.”
Clark lets his eyes tell Alexander what he needs and the tape gets ripped off his mouth, a bark of pain breaks his silence, thick drool spins away from the tape, his lips are raw…“Let me free, let me lose.” His blood was boiling, burning in his mouth and his throat, his dick, he wanted, wanted…” Let me loose, you fucker,” he groaned. “Need to touch you, touch me…” he’s so fucking hard, hurting, begging Lex with every twist and lunge in his bonds.
Alexander slips the stone around his neck. His eyes close and he groans as he slips under the overwhelming tidal wave of feeling--complete and total freedom, freedom from caring, needing anything but Alex, drowning in the torrent of sensation—he’s panting and gasping and his lungs are begging for air, cool air, his body’s screaming for relief from the heat and when Alex’s elegant hands skim over the throbbing hardness trapped in denim, he comes, loud, hard, and messy.
Alex cuts the tape throws it into the dark behind them and Kal lunges, knocking him to the floor. “You can kill me if you want.” he says and licks his lips. He’s pinned under Kal’s weight, under his hands, his teeth, what else can he say. Kal laughs, and strips him bare and he’s kissing and touching him everywhere, outside, inside, making him cry out over and over. In minutes he’s trembling from head to toe and fills Kal’s hand with hot come, his sweat is gleaming, wet on Kal’s skin….
“Luthor and Kal-El…” Kal drags a finger over his hip, traces an ‘L’ in the come on his skin. “The House of El…don’t you love the sound of that?” And his laughter echoes up the stairs.
TBC! *soon I hope!*
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1/25/06 04:33 am (UTC)I know! I'm writing *that* story in my Russian sequel!
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1/25/06 08:11 pm (UTC)Oh, more creepy hawt!
Dude!
*bounce*
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4/24/06 04:00 am (UTC)For a moment I read Chubby instead of Clubby and I imagined a chubby Angel Baby!Clark. So cute. He would be all smiles and chubby hands.
Ok....Lex scary. Lex oozing liquid from his pores, really really scary. *bites nails* Hope a new part will be posted soon. Poor baby Clark.
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4/24/06 04:15 am (UTC)angelbaby Clark-that would be so cute.
*stares at you*
So very cute!
*stares some more*
Riiiiiillly cute!
*eyeballs you hard*
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5/4/06 08:38 am (UTC)I would like to just say that I have not missed the very large hint (baby Angel yah?) and I will get to it quick smart Miss Roxy!
I have been just naughty and have been distracted by Japanese dramas and RL. Me is so sorry.
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4/24/06 04:17 am (UTC)*puts ice in your drink*
Thank you!
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