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Here's a little bit of Dis Pater Jupiter, and basically, it's just Lucas being nasty. But you know, having fun with it. It's rated oh, maybe between 4 and 5, depending. So enjoy and wish me luck, I think I see the light at the end of the WrapItUp!
The Previous Parts are supposed to be here. Naughty little parts.
Harris was curled on the rug, shuddering in slow waves, and Lucas knelt over him, stroking his side. “This one does something even more interesting,” he said and slowly pushed a tapered plastic rod into Harris, twisting it slightly as he did. He groaned and squeezed his eyes so tightly that tears stood out at the corners. With most of it inserted Lucas pressed a button on the wire trailing from it and smiled when he bucked and his dick trembled. Drool leaked around the gag, wet his chin and every time Lucas stroked the button, he arched and shook. Lucas encouraged him, raking his fingers across his belly but never touching him, and the man was nearly frantic. Lucas poked a finger in his ribs and prodded.
“Hey, get up, I want you on your knees again.”
Harris moaned, he was breathing heavily through his nose, but managed to make it to his knees. His hands were fastened behind his back, his mouth was full, he was flushed red and sweating and hard and Lucas was entirely pleased.
He rummaged through a desk drawer,” Ah, here it is,” he smiled and held up a tube of lube. ”I knew I threw this in here.” He took his time unbuckling his belt and Harris’ eyes were glued to his every movement. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
He looked pathetically grateful, he groaned as the feeling became intense again and the vibration increased, and slowly relaxed as the vibrations slowed. “Like that? I can make it slower or faster, tell me which you prefer.” Lucas came closer. “What’s the matter? You’re so quiet.” He pulled Harris’ face against his groin. “Just looking at you like this really makes me hard. Shit, feel that.” Harris nearly tumbled forward in his eagerness to touch Lucas and rubbed his face against him. Lucas patted his hair and rolled his hips. “Nice.”
There was a knock and Lucas moved back. “Yes? Come in.”
Harris whipped his head toward him—eyes wide in disbelief. He groaned and Lucas was rather surprised that he still had it in him to be mortified. He dipped his chin to his chest and shut his eyes and Lucas thought he looked very pretty that way.
A member of the staff entered, a slightly annoyed twist to his lips. “Mr. Luthor is in the foyer sir. He insisted that he wouldn’t come further, even when I told him you requested he meet you in the…the…study....” His eyes darted from Harris to Lucas and his eyes widened a fraction as he fought to maintain an expression of mild disinterest.
Harris was about to be the main topic of conversation everywhere in town the minute the man was out of the room.
Lucas huffed in annoyance and said “Thank you. You can go.”
The door closed with a soft click and he stood over Harris, ran the back of his hand lightly over his cheek, then held his nostrils shut until his eyes rolled frantically, and he tried to pull back. Lucas shook his head. “That hurts you know, don’t you trust me?” Harris stared at him, with a slow blink he hesitantly nodded.
Lucas smiled. “Well, than you’re the only one who does,” he chuckled but released the gag and felt the man try not to breathe a sigh of relief. He licked his lips carefully and kept his eyes on Lucas like a wary cat.
“I’ll be back, relax,” he grinned. He bent down and stroked his dick; let the hot weight jump in his palm. “But not too much.” He walked out and looked back. Harris looked like he was in agony, his dick strained back towards his belly, and his skin was streaked with glistening trails of pre-come, his chest heaved…”Breathe, “ Lucas grinned. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
Light flooded the foyer, making it look almost bright and cheerful; and Lex turned from the light to face him. His expression said he was impatient and maybe a little uncertain but Lucas only saw that he was alive and beautiful and standing in his home again. His heart leaped, a sharp and painful slam against his ribs.
”Kind of you to come so soon.” He drawled, sauntered into the foyer and leaned against a table. He had to concentrate intensely to maintain control, to project casual interest.
Lex looked him over and knew--he smiled, a lop-sided flash of teeth and cold eyes before his face went still again. “Let’s make this quick. The Kents would have a stroke if they knew I was here.”
But you’re here a part of Lucas gleefully noted.
“Can we sit in the entertainment room, talk a bit? It’s nice to see you.” Let’s have coffee, talk about the weather, see if I can get you to blow me…Lex hesitated, nodded and walked to the room. Lucas followed. Every inch of him was moaning for Lex’s touch, his tongue quivered with the desire to taste him, his skin was crawling with the need for him, just watching him walk was making him hard and he slid his hand into his pocket and stroked himself.
Lex went in ahead and sat stiffly on the edge on the edge of the couch, every line of his body screaming caution. Lucas went straight to the bar. He needed something to steady himself, at least keep his hands busy.
He heard, “What exactly do you want from me? No, wait, I’ll tell you—you want me to move back, you want things to be the same. “ Lucas came back, handed Lex a drink. Lex’s mouth twisted into a parody of a smile and he took it. “Save your breath. It’s not going to happen.”
Lucas said, “I’m not stupid. All I want is for you to be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, whether you believe me or not.”
“You want to make me happy? Fine--buy out my shares of LuthorCorp. I don’t want anything to do with the business anymore—you’re more invested in it than I ever was. I don’t—it was something Dad wanted for me.” Lex sighed and his eyelids drooped as if they were too heavy to hold open.
Lucas looked for a crack, some place that he could insert a claw and lever him open. Lex had time to build armor, now he needed time to pick it apart. He leaned closer. “Tell me why he took you, did he want to hurt me or did he just want you?” He didn’t have to say who ‘he’ was--Lex sneered and started to rise but Lucas grabbed his wrist. Gently, he was barely closing his fingers but Lex stopped and dropped back to the couch as if he’d yanked him down.
“Don’t do this, Lucas, it’s tiresome and we’ve been here before.”
“Tell me what he wants from you, that’s all I want to know.” Lex turned his head away and Lucas felt a warm wall of black hate slam up behind him, break over him like a wave. “You’re protecting him. Understandable, you’ve always been loyal as possible to those you consider your friends.” His hand slid down until he was cradling Lex’s hand. Lex let it lay there, dead and passive in his grip, too cool, too lax. He traced the knuckles, the tendons, ran the pads of his fingers over his slightly rough nails. Lex’s hands were terribly thin, like twigs and wires wound together and he was glad. It meant he wasn’t content and that was good. All he ever needed was an inch, and after Superman was dead and Clark and his parents swept out of the way….
Lex tried to pull his hand away and brought Lucas back into the present, and a calm, nearly sane thought floated through his mind. There was another way, a way to save a lot of pain for every one…”You can kill me, you know, if you’d rather I was dead. I wouldn’t stop you.” He raised his eyes to Lex. “It’d be better, better for everyone. You’d be saving the world so much grief if you did.” There wasn’t a bit of him that wasn’t calling out to Lex to do it, do it now.
Lex leaned back against the sofa and sighed. “God, Lucas, do you ever stop to think about what you say? I don’t want you dead. Don’t talk like that. Kill you—Jesus, how could I?”
Lucas smiled inside. A chink in the armor… “But you can kill yourself.” Lucas threaded his fingers through Lex’s. “Unless you kill me, I *will* bring hell. I’ll carpet the world with acres and acres of drying bone and blood will rain from the sky if you don’t. Kill me or stay with me, either one—don’t and I’ll kill everything.”
Lex opened his eyes and stared as if he’d never seen him before and Lucas just smiled. Wow, that was rather biblical, he thought and in the back of his mind; a tiny voice said ‘oops, your slip is showing’ before trailing off in helpless giggles. Lucas’ heart was slamming in his chest, his lungs labored to fill with air and he felt electric, he could practically feel raw power arcing over his skin—he felt as though he could do it now--he could level everything around him using the power in his mind if he wanted to.
He yanked Lex to him; one hand slid to the back of his head and the other twined into the collar of his shirt, and kissed him. A soft little tremble of a kiss against his mouth. tender. A whisper, an echo of a kiss. He wanted more but he didn’t dare move. He was too powerful and he was afraid of hurting Lex.
Lex slid a hand down his cheek to his neck, and Lucas trembled with everything he had to hold chained inside. Lex moved on to his collarbone, he leaned into the touch and quick as a cobra, Lex drove his thumb deep into the hollow of his throat. Stars of pain burst behind his eyelids and hot tears burned under them as he retched helplessly.
The pain brought on a fury that wiped out any rational thought. He knocked Lex down and threw himself on top of him, grinding hard until he managed to push his legs apart, he was heavier and stronger and held him down easily. He thrust hard against him, his hands gripped Lex and his hips collided against him over and over, convincing himself that Lex’s struggles weren’t efforts to break free until his fist connected with his temple.
“What the fuck,” he panted when he’d gotten the couch between them ”—what’s wrong with you, you usually have a little more finesse than this.” Lex looked angry and a bit afraid but as they jockeyed back and forth around the couch, a different light bloomed in his eyes, his lips quivered a bit.
He was laughing at him? Laughing? No—Lucas howled, ignoring the pain, and lunged for him, falling over the couch. “No!” he screamed, “Stop it!”
Something ugly and comfortably familiar rose up in Lex’s eyes, and he gestured for Lucas to come near and he did, wary as a cat. Their eyes locked and Lucas felt a shiver of fear and anticipation. He knew something was about to happen, the air buzzed with it, and still he yelped in surprise when Lex jammed his hand down into Lucas’ pants, knuckles digging painfully into his belly as he grabbed his dick. He began jerking him hard and fast, it was too dry and too rough, Lex dragged nails over his flesh, it hurt and his pants were too tight, it hurt more and more and he was shouting, trying to fuck Lex’s fist, and Lex told him over and over how much he didn’t want him, how wretched and pitiful and useless he was. He came with nearly his whole hand shoved into his mouth—the thought that Lex’s hand was painted with his come sent waves of ecstasy through him, his hips snapped and he bit down until he tasted blood in his mouth.
When he came back to himself Lex was looking at him, eyes hard as diamond and his face was still and blank. Lucas held himself up with his grip on Lex’s shoulders, watched as Lex used his shirttail to wipe his hand on. “Did you think that was going to keep me away?” Lucas laughed.” It was perfect, thanks.”
As though his words broke a spell, Lex’s eyes cleared and the realization of what he’d just done made him pale—he looked stricken and ill.
“See? Who knows you better than me? Who else would love all of you, even that? Especially that,” he said and licked his lips. He laughed softly as Lex jumped back. “You know you need me.”
Lucas felt laughter bubbling up; it’s warmth spreading through him like bubbles of frothy heat and about to break free, and then Lex just…changed. Something came over him, his head went back and his eyes flared. “Fuck you Lucas—I can live without you.” Lex started to smile, a little. “I can live without you.” he said again as if he’d just discovered something incredible and backed up to the door.
The warmth went out of him, sudden and complete and the ghost of cramps fluttered across his gut. “No you can’t.” Lucas said. “I won’t let you.”
Lex shook his head. “You don’t understand anything. That’s why you’ll never get past where you are now. Whatever held me back isn’t anymore, I’m free.” He laughed. “Or as close to free as I need to be, I’m sorry for you, I—no—no. I’m not.” He looked a little surprised. “I’m really not. “ He turned on his heel and left the room, his walk was that hip swinging, arrogant stride he used to have long, long ago. Before he walked out the door, he lifted his hand and threw Lucas a little wave.
Lucas stared after him. What the fuck had just happened? That wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Lex was supposed to fall apart, he was supposed to break, to prove he loved him. He was supposed to protect his little brother, even from himself. Something in him had changed--or reappeared. Lucas strolled to the stairway, headed back to the study, arms folded over his chest. He wasn’t supposed to do that.
The power that’d filled him like fire all day flared briefly, licked his nerves, reminding him what he was, what was coming. So Lex had changed. So what. Lucas had a lot of experience in changing men too. He knew how to take them apart into little pieces and if he wanted, to put them back together again. Whatever Lex thought he was ‘free’ of, he was still Lex deep inside—deep down there would always be something that craved Lucas.
No problem. He had more than enough time to remind Lex of that.
******
He had Harris face down on the rug, hand wrapped in his hair and he was using it to yank him back onto his dick. The pained grunt of his breath and the wet slap of flesh echoed in Lucas’ mind. There was laughing too, cold and icy and not his…“Talk god damn it! Tell me!"
Harris moaned and said,” I like it--fuck me, fuck me, harder. Hit me!”
“Yeah—“ Lucas yanked back so hard on the fist full of hair in his hand he could hear strands giving way and hair fell loose from his fingers. Harris whined, blood sprayed the floor as Lucas slapped him. The force snapped his head to the side and his teeth clicked shut on air, his knees squealed across the floor with the force of Lucas’ thrust.
He slammed into him so hard the impact sounded like another smack, Lucas grabbed his arm and Harris crashed face first into the floor, painting fresh streaks from his split lip and Lucas never stopped. Skin screeched across polished wood, and Lucas grunted and thrust harder.”—laugh at me bitch, laugh at me now, you bitch,” and yanked Harris’ arm higher and higher until he cried out.
“Want me to stop? Tell me, say it, I’ll stop.”
Harris shook his head no and Lucas laughed, “Course you don’t.” He let his arm go and began fucking him, steady, quick shallow thrusts until he groaned deep in his throat, began shivering-—he pulled out and without being told Harris rolled to his back and the immediate and total submission made him groan, his hand flew over his dick and he was coming, on Harris’ face, his chest… Harris closed his eyes, his voice was soft and slurred, blood dribbled from his cracked lip and he begged, “Please.“
Lucas gave him permission. “Go on.”
His fist flew over his dick and he came hard. Lucas watched him, idly stroking himself as the other arched and trembled and slid in the blood and come under him.
Bitch.
“Get dressed, clean this mess up.”
to be continued!
The Previous Parts are supposed to be here. Naughty little parts.
Harris was curled on the rug, shuddering in slow waves, and Lucas knelt over him, stroking his side. “This one does something even more interesting,” he said and slowly pushed a tapered plastic rod into Harris, twisting it slightly as he did. He groaned and squeezed his eyes so tightly that tears stood out at the corners. With most of it inserted Lucas pressed a button on the wire trailing from it and smiled when he bucked and his dick trembled. Drool leaked around the gag, wet his chin and every time Lucas stroked the button, he arched and shook. Lucas encouraged him, raking his fingers across his belly but never touching him, and the man was nearly frantic. Lucas poked a finger in his ribs and prodded.
“Hey, get up, I want you on your knees again.”
Harris moaned, he was breathing heavily through his nose, but managed to make it to his knees. His hands were fastened behind his back, his mouth was full, he was flushed red and sweating and hard and Lucas was entirely pleased.
He rummaged through a desk drawer,” Ah, here it is,” he smiled and held up a tube of lube. ”I knew I threw this in here.” He took his time unbuckling his belt and Harris’ eyes were glued to his every movement. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
He looked pathetically grateful, he groaned as the feeling became intense again and the vibration increased, and slowly relaxed as the vibrations slowed. “Like that? I can make it slower or faster, tell me which you prefer.” Lucas came closer. “What’s the matter? You’re so quiet.” He pulled Harris’ face against his groin. “Just looking at you like this really makes me hard. Shit, feel that.” Harris nearly tumbled forward in his eagerness to touch Lucas and rubbed his face against him. Lucas patted his hair and rolled his hips. “Nice.”
There was a knock and Lucas moved back. “Yes? Come in.”
Harris whipped his head toward him—eyes wide in disbelief. He groaned and Lucas was rather surprised that he still had it in him to be mortified. He dipped his chin to his chest and shut his eyes and Lucas thought he looked very pretty that way.
A member of the staff entered, a slightly annoyed twist to his lips. “Mr. Luthor is in the foyer sir. He insisted that he wouldn’t come further, even when I told him you requested he meet you in the…the…study....” His eyes darted from Harris to Lucas and his eyes widened a fraction as he fought to maintain an expression of mild disinterest.
Harris was about to be the main topic of conversation everywhere in town the minute the man was out of the room.
Lucas huffed in annoyance and said “Thank you. You can go.”
The door closed with a soft click and he stood over Harris, ran the back of his hand lightly over his cheek, then held his nostrils shut until his eyes rolled frantically, and he tried to pull back. Lucas shook his head. “That hurts you know, don’t you trust me?” Harris stared at him, with a slow blink he hesitantly nodded.
Lucas smiled. “Well, than you’re the only one who does,” he chuckled but released the gag and felt the man try not to breathe a sigh of relief. He licked his lips carefully and kept his eyes on Lucas like a wary cat.
“I’ll be back, relax,” he grinned. He bent down and stroked his dick; let the hot weight jump in his palm. “But not too much.” He walked out and looked back. Harris looked like he was in agony, his dick strained back towards his belly, and his skin was streaked with glistening trails of pre-come, his chest heaved…”Breathe, “ Lucas grinned. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
Light flooded the foyer, making it look almost bright and cheerful; and Lex turned from the light to face him. His expression said he was impatient and maybe a little uncertain but Lucas only saw that he was alive and beautiful and standing in his home again. His heart leaped, a sharp and painful slam against his ribs.
”Kind of you to come so soon.” He drawled, sauntered into the foyer and leaned against a table. He had to concentrate intensely to maintain control, to project casual interest.
Lex looked him over and knew--he smiled, a lop-sided flash of teeth and cold eyes before his face went still again. “Let’s make this quick. The Kents would have a stroke if they knew I was here.”
But you’re here a part of Lucas gleefully noted.
“Can we sit in the entertainment room, talk a bit? It’s nice to see you.” Let’s have coffee, talk about the weather, see if I can get you to blow me…Lex hesitated, nodded and walked to the room. Lucas followed. Every inch of him was moaning for Lex’s touch, his tongue quivered with the desire to taste him, his skin was crawling with the need for him, just watching him walk was making him hard and he slid his hand into his pocket and stroked himself.
Lex went in ahead and sat stiffly on the edge on the edge of the couch, every line of his body screaming caution. Lucas went straight to the bar. He needed something to steady himself, at least keep his hands busy.
He heard, “What exactly do you want from me? No, wait, I’ll tell you—you want me to move back, you want things to be the same. “ Lucas came back, handed Lex a drink. Lex’s mouth twisted into a parody of a smile and he took it. “Save your breath. It’s not going to happen.”
Lucas said, “I’m not stupid. All I want is for you to be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, whether you believe me or not.”
“You want to make me happy? Fine--buy out my shares of LuthorCorp. I don’t want anything to do with the business anymore—you’re more invested in it than I ever was. I don’t—it was something Dad wanted for me.” Lex sighed and his eyelids drooped as if they were too heavy to hold open.
Lucas looked for a crack, some place that he could insert a claw and lever him open. Lex had time to build armor, now he needed time to pick it apart. He leaned closer. “Tell me why he took you, did he want to hurt me or did he just want you?” He didn’t have to say who ‘he’ was--Lex sneered and started to rise but Lucas grabbed his wrist. Gently, he was barely closing his fingers but Lex stopped and dropped back to the couch as if he’d yanked him down.
“Don’t do this, Lucas, it’s tiresome and we’ve been here before.”
“Tell me what he wants from you, that’s all I want to know.” Lex turned his head away and Lucas felt a warm wall of black hate slam up behind him, break over him like a wave. “You’re protecting him. Understandable, you’ve always been loyal as possible to those you consider your friends.” His hand slid down until he was cradling Lex’s hand. Lex let it lay there, dead and passive in his grip, too cool, too lax. He traced the knuckles, the tendons, ran the pads of his fingers over his slightly rough nails. Lex’s hands were terribly thin, like twigs and wires wound together and he was glad. It meant he wasn’t content and that was good. All he ever needed was an inch, and after Superman was dead and Clark and his parents swept out of the way….
Lex tried to pull his hand away and brought Lucas back into the present, and a calm, nearly sane thought floated through his mind. There was another way, a way to save a lot of pain for every one…”You can kill me, you know, if you’d rather I was dead. I wouldn’t stop you.” He raised his eyes to Lex. “It’d be better, better for everyone. You’d be saving the world so much grief if you did.” There wasn’t a bit of him that wasn’t calling out to Lex to do it, do it now.
Lex leaned back against the sofa and sighed. “God, Lucas, do you ever stop to think about what you say? I don’t want you dead. Don’t talk like that. Kill you—Jesus, how could I?”
Lucas smiled inside. A chink in the armor… “But you can kill yourself.” Lucas threaded his fingers through Lex’s. “Unless you kill me, I *will* bring hell. I’ll carpet the world with acres and acres of drying bone and blood will rain from the sky if you don’t. Kill me or stay with me, either one—don’t and I’ll kill everything.”
Lex opened his eyes and stared as if he’d never seen him before and Lucas just smiled. Wow, that was rather biblical, he thought and in the back of his mind; a tiny voice said ‘oops, your slip is showing’ before trailing off in helpless giggles. Lucas’ heart was slamming in his chest, his lungs labored to fill with air and he felt electric, he could practically feel raw power arcing over his skin—he felt as though he could do it now--he could level everything around him using the power in his mind if he wanted to.
He yanked Lex to him; one hand slid to the back of his head and the other twined into the collar of his shirt, and kissed him. A soft little tremble of a kiss against his mouth. tender. A whisper, an echo of a kiss. He wanted more but he didn’t dare move. He was too powerful and he was afraid of hurting Lex.
Lex slid a hand down his cheek to his neck, and Lucas trembled with everything he had to hold chained inside. Lex moved on to his collarbone, he leaned into the touch and quick as a cobra, Lex drove his thumb deep into the hollow of his throat. Stars of pain burst behind his eyelids and hot tears burned under them as he retched helplessly.
The pain brought on a fury that wiped out any rational thought. He knocked Lex down and threw himself on top of him, grinding hard until he managed to push his legs apart, he was heavier and stronger and held him down easily. He thrust hard against him, his hands gripped Lex and his hips collided against him over and over, convincing himself that Lex’s struggles weren’t efforts to break free until his fist connected with his temple.
“What the fuck,” he panted when he’d gotten the couch between them ”—what’s wrong with you, you usually have a little more finesse than this.” Lex looked angry and a bit afraid but as they jockeyed back and forth around the couch, a different light bloomed in his eyes, his lips quivered a bit.
He was laughing at him? Laughing? No—Lucas howled, ignoring the pain, and lunged for him, falling over the couch. “No!” he screamed, “Stop it!”
Something ugly and comfortably familiar rose up in Lex’s eyes, and he gestured for Lucas to come near and he did, wary as a cat. Their eyes locked and Lucas felt a shiver of fear and anticipation. He knew something was about to happen, the air buzzed with it, and still he yelped in surprise when Lex jammed his hand down into Lucas’ pants, knuckles digging painfully into his belly as he grabbed his dick. He began jerking him hard and fast, it was too dry and too rough, Lex dragged nails over his flesh, it hurt and his pants were too tight, it hurt more and more and he was shouting, trying to fuck Lex’s fist, and Lex told him over and over how much he didn’t want him, how wretched and pitiful and useless he was. He came with nearly his whole hand shoved into his mouth—the thought that Lex’s hand was painted with his come sent waves of ecstasy through him, his hips snapped and he bit down until he tasted blood in his mouth.
When he came back to himself Lex was looking at him, eyes hard as diamond and his face was still and blank. Lucas held himself up with his grip on Lex’s shoulders, watched as Lex used his shirttail to wipe his hand on. “Did you think that was going to keep me away?” Lucas laughed.” It was perfect, thanks.”
As though his words broke a spell, Lex’s eyes cleared and the realization of what he’d just done made him pale—he looked stricken and ill.
“See? Who knows you better than me? Who else would love all of you, even that? Especially that,” he said and licked his lips. He laughed softly as Lex jumped back. “You know you need me.”
Lucas felt laughter bubbling up; it’s warmth spreading through him like bubbles of frothy heat and about to break free, and then Lex just…changed. Something came over him, his head went back and his eyes flared. “Fuck you Lucas—I can live without you.” Lex started to smile, a little. “I can live without you.” he said again as if he’d just discovered something incredible and backed up to the door.
The warmth went out of him, sudden and complete and the ghost of cramps fluttered across his gut. “No you can’t.” Lucas said. “I won’t let you.”
Lex shook his head. “You don’t understand anything. That’s why you’ll never get past where you are now. Whatever held me back isn’t anymore, I’m free.” He laughed. “Or as close to free as I need to be, I’m sorry for you, I—no—no. I’m not.” He looked a little surprised. “I’m really not. “ He turned on his heel and left the room, his walk was that hip swinging, arrogant stride he used to have long, long ago. Before he walked out the door, he lifted his hand and threw Lucas a little wave.
Lucas stared after him. What the fuck had just happened? That wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Lex was supposed to fall apart, he was supposed to break, to prove he loved him. He was supposed to protect his little brother, even from himself. Something in him had changed--or reappeared. Lucas strolled to the stairway, headed back to the study, arms folded over his chest. He wasn’t supposed to do that.
The power that’d filled him like fire all day flared briefly, licked his nerves, reminding him what he was, what was coming. So Lex had changed. So what. Lucas had a lot of experience in changing men too. He knew how to take them apart into little pieces and if he wanted, to put them back together again. Whatever Lex thought he was ‘free’ of, he was still Lex deep inside—deep down there would always be something that craved Lucas.
No problem. He had more than enough time to remind Lex of that.
******
He had Harris face down on the rug, hand wrapped in his hair and he was using it to yank him back onto his dick. The pained grunt of his breath and the wet slap of flesh echoed in Lucas’ mind. There was laughing too, cold and icy and not his…“Talk god damn it! Tell me!"
Harris moaned and said,” I like it--fuck me, fuck me, harder. Hit me!”
“Yeah—“ Lucas yanked back so hard on the fist full of hair in his hand he could hear strands giving way and hair fell loose from his fingers. Harris whined, blood sprayed the floor as Lucas slapped him. The force snapped his head to the side and his teeth clicked shut on air, his knees squealed across the floor with the force of Lucas’ thrust.
He slammed into him so hard the impact sounded like another smack, Lucas grabbed his arm and Harris crashed face first into the floor, painting fresh streaks from his split lip and Lucas never stopped. Skin screeched across polished wood, and Lucas grunted and thrust harder.”—laugh at me bitch, laugh at me now, you bitch,” and yanked Harris’ arm higher and higher until he cried out.
“Want me to stop? Tell me, say it, I’ll stop.”
Harris shook his head no and Lucas laughed, “Course you don’t.” He let his arm go and began fucking him, steady, quick shallow thrusts until he groaned deep in his throat, began shivering-—he pulled out and without being told Harris rolled to his back and the immediate and total submission made him groan, his hand flew over his dick and he was coming, on Harris’ face, his chest… Harris closed his eyes, his voice was soft and slurred, blood dribbled from his cracked lip and he begged, “Please.“
Lucas gave him permission. “Go on.”
His fist flew over his dick and he came hard. Lucas watched him, idly stroking himself as the other arched and trembled and slid in the blood and come under him.
Bitch.
“Get dressed, clean this mess up.”
to be continued!