Brothers And Heroes part 48
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roxyThis would have been posted sooner but Clark and Lex distracted me. I guess they got tired of the dancing around and wanted some together time...anyhoo, here we are, moving as fast as hyperactive tortoises to the end!
the Previous Parts are over here, asking, "Batman--buttplug or no?"
A little more than a month later he got a card from Clark.
I want to come home.
The handwriting was crabbed and uneven across the card, so strained, it made his heart hurt. There was nothing on the card other than the pathetic little note. He turned it end from end, looked at the postmark and thought. He could find them—given enough time and money, he could find them. It probably wouldn’t be very hard to do. He looked at the bowl of cards—he imagined there might be a pattern if he looked for it--he could follow them, hunt them down…bring them back….
He sighed and tossed the card in with the others. If they wanted to come home, they’d come. Whatever it was that Bruce was doing, Clark must feel that he had to be there with him.
******
Change kept him busy. Lionel kept him busy, kept him on his toes and he rarely had time for thought of his own. Occasionally, he wondered how the Kents were, and the odd postcard would arrive, to rip a little hole in his carefully constructed indifference. Clark’s tended to be sad; Bruce’s were mostly relentlessly normal, chatty.
He grimaced and turned to the window across one wall. He pressed the key that opened the blinds and listened to them whisk back on their tracks to reveal the skyline, bright with lights. Behind him, he knew, the soft lights inside the bookshelves illuminated the little drift of cards in the bowl. He resolved not to reread them tonight… If he had any sense, he’d toss them all away. Hell, he should have tossed them all away without looking at them. He was an idiot. So much time and so many partners later, and nothing essential had changed, Clark was still all he really wanted. The fact that he still received cards led him to hope that Clark felt the same, but there was no real way to tell. He figured it was only realistic to think that someone as wonderful as Clark had to have met somebody to love, some sunny, pretty person, some one that made his heart beat faster and made him smile.
As far as his own life was concerned, trying keep a bit of himself untouched by his dad required a lot of attention to the man. He found himself intrigued by what wasn’t there—what his dad wasn’t saying or wasn’t showing him. He was beginning to find that Dad was involved in some way or another in quite a bit of not-exactly legal dealing. He had the feeling what he did find was the tip of a very large and deep iceberg.
The company his dad had saddled him with was just that kind of thing. Why would the man go to such lengths to acquire a small and insignificant export business? And then, why re-tool the company to export chemical fertilizer instead of going through his usual channels? He noticed that even the fertilizer was another smaller company that didn’t carry the Luthor imprint. Something told him that anyone investigating the company from the outside would reveal no one but himself in charge…he smiled bitterly. Surely Lionel knew he’d be curious, would check into everything about the company. Lionel couldn’t think that he was so dispirited that he’d blindly go along with any program…Lex sighed.
No, certainly not.
It wasn’t as if he’d gone along with the changes Lionel had made in his personal life, oh no. It wasn’t as if Lionel hadn’t shoved him into the closet without protest, or as if he’d choreographed this ridiculous public mating dance he’d been going through. It wasn’t as if his dad hadn’t constructed a public view of him as totally foreign to his nature as possible, strictly for his own benefit, damn the cost to his son….
Lex knew. He and his father hadn’t come to any kind of understanding; and never would. His dad hadn’t finally come to approve of him in any way. He’d already written Lex off long ago. His only value to his dad now, was as a tool, to be used for whatever it gained him. No one mourned over the loss of a hammer, Lex thought. They just went and got another.
He snorted and reached into his desk drawer, took a couple of pills from a bottle nestled in the back. With all the shit he dealt with daily, he felt he deserved the occasional vacation from vigilance. He laughed again, quietly, and carried the tablets to the little portable bar in the corner and poured soda into a tumbler, dropped a wedge of lime into it and held it up in salute to the skyline glittering in his office window. “Dinnertime,” he said, and swallowed.
******
Lionel and Lex were at their usual table in their usual restaurant. Lex was drifting happily on a soft wave made up of a little splash of alcohol and just a tiny bit of methaqualone, just enough to make the world a little…pillowy. He was chewing thoughtfully on a tickly leaf of red oak lettuce and wondering why anyone would want to grow red fringy salad when some part of his brain warned him to sit the fuck up and pay attention.
”…and marriage. You should be thinking of a likely wife, Lex. Preparing yourself for the future.”
It was a lovely day and butter yellow sunlight poured in through the multi-paned windows of the restaurant, lending a wonderful sheen to the dark wood paneled walls and the polished wood table top that Lex was not gripping the edge of. He was simply running his fingers over the grain.
“You know, son, this company--all my work, all of this, one day will…”
All be yours, blah-blah-fucking blah. Lex kept a pleasant and interested expression on his face and thought about the night before, an experience that his father had made possible. It’d been the latest in a series of increasingly excruciating dates. Katherine was god awful boring and it’d taken all his will power not to face plant into his soup. Thank God for small favors—their waiter had been…astonishingly good-looking and very friendly. And skilled. Such a hot mouth, such talented fingers…God, when he’d….Damn it! Lex cursed inwardly—fuck, drifting again—pay attention! . He nodded and Lionel beamed.
“Excellent.” He beamed, lifted his glass to Lex in salute and Lex smiled wide and felt sweat break out between his shoulder blades. The man was too fucking happy. Goddamn ludes…He stroked the grain of the wood a little harder.
“Say that again, please?” Because I’d really like to know what the fuck I just agreed to?
“I’ll call Richard and let him know that you’d love to spend the weekend in Aspen with their family.”
Richard…”Harrison?”
“Well, of course. Have you not been paying attention? Victoria will be thrilled to see you, I’m sure. I imagine you two have a lot to catch up on.” The smile his dad bestowed on him was as wide and crocodilian as possible for a human to wear.
Lex’s insides curdled. Victoria Harrison. Vic.
Life could certainly be interesting some times. He fingered the little foil packet in his coat pocket, excused himself to his dad and made his way to the restroom.
He locked himself in a stall and pulled the packet out and opened it. He picked up the little pills, rolled them between his fingertips and thought.
It’d be so easy, so easy to feel this good all the time. Hell, he used to live half fucked up all the time at school, until—it was easy and God, sometimes it was so fucking good, letting all the sharp edges disappear…he sighed deeply, and flipped the pills into the toilet. They hit the bowl with a pathetic little ‘splook’ and sank to the bottom. With a tiny prick of sadness He flushed and waved. “Good-bye, little friends. It’s time to grow up again,” he whispered.
******
Vic greeted him as if they’d just gotten out of bed together yesterday, as though all those silent years between them had never been. There wasn’t a hint of the person who’d ripped his heart in two with a careless and off-hand note at the end of a letter. Her behavior just reinforced his feeling that he was bound by his dad to spend a lifetime in a snowy hell with three of the most self-centered would-be Beautiful People ever inflicted on the planet.
He reached into his coat pocket and for a second was dismayed, first that the little roll of foil in his pocket had become habit so quickly, and second that he’d forgotten he’d banished it from his life again. “I miss you, my little round friends,” he muttered to himself. There was nothing for it but to pray the next few days weren’t going to end in bloodshed.
And yes, Vic’s parents were still…well…her parents. Self involved and barely aware of her, keeping her on a leash made of money. Pat did try to show interest from time to time, out of some stunted maternal instinct, and Vic treated her with a genial kind of contempt. Lex was surprised to see that they finally had developed some sort of a relationship. Richard was, as always, just Dick.
Vic on the other hand…Vic was Vic, but a version that had matured somewhat. She was exactly the same on the surface, but underneath, there was a difference. She was older in ways that didn’t show. He felt embarrassed to admit to himself—Vic had grown and he had just existed.
*****
The two of them sat in the Lodge’s lounge, sipping hot cocoa. It was a pleasant way to end the day; it had become almost a ritual with them. As always, a fire crackled in the circular metal fireplace that dominated the room, the scent of burning pine, aromatic herbs and cocoa laced with brandy made the air seem even warmer, richer, and beyond the fireplace they could see the velvety black of night in the windows and the fire reflected back at them.
Lex stretched out and Vic tilted her head back to rest on her arm. He thought Vic looked incredible--as always--her blonde hair was cut short these days, and curled around her face, setting off her eyes to good effect. He admired the way the ski pants curled around her like they were hungry for her; her sweater set the rest of her figure off to perfection. Fellow vacationers moved through the lounge, and he got a lot of jealous looks, plus a few speculative ones that made him want to laugh. Vic of course enjoyed it all. She spent her days there, networking, she called it, and he spent them actually skiing, which made him completely odd as far as Pat and Richard were concerned.
Aspen was eye opening. Being there brought a change he hadn’t expected. He was actually having…fun. Their Lodge was full of the best, the wealthiest, the ridiculously famous, all doing the sort of things that people like that did, things that Vic lampooned with a lack of mercy that let him weak. He spent an awful lot of time laughing, and he was so grateful for that.
Vic had a way of pointing out the idiocies around them, of skewering, and quite viciously, the pompous and arrogant. She did it to their faces, which Lex adored, and she did it to herself just as mercilessly, and that made him love her. The fact that she included him, that she made him laugh at his own arrogance without managing to make him feel worse about himself was priceless. In a way, he fell in love with her.
******
Life had been every bit as vicious to Vic as she was to others, that much was obvious to him, but she didn’t speak about it, she didn’t play for sympathy, and Lex respected that. Likewise he didn’t tell Victoria about anything that had happened to him since Harry’s death.
One night, Lex convinced Vic to sit outside on the covered porch of the lodge with him, to just—relax. They sat together quietly a bit, and watched the moon climb higher in the sky. Lex reached over and held her hand, and she watched the moon, and curled her fingers around his. They talked about nothing important for a while, and then she popped a cigarette between her lips. Lex grimaced and she snorted. “Oh spare me. Make yourself useful.”
Lex grinned and reached for her lighter. “I assume you mean for me to light your cigarette…”
“Unless you don’t mind getting frostbite in sensitive places, yes.”
She watched Lex carefully light her cigarette, and smiled in thanks. Sat back and began to speak. “I imagine life’s been treating you about the same as it treated me—otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Neither one of us is a stranger to a vicious fucking—not always figuratively,” she said and looked at Lex, who stared upwards and didn’t meet her eyes.
“Nothing happened to me that I didn’t deserve. Nothing happened that I didn’t expect--after all, the kind of life I was living made for a young and not particularly attractive corpse. Of course, at the time I didn’t see it. I thought, ‘gee, that asshole Harry killed himself but not me—I’m going to live on and on and go out with a big fucking bang’.”
Lex froze. She glanced over and said, “Look, it’s true. Harry killed himself--stupid. He couldn’t wait, and he didn’t think about what he was doing to the ones he left behind. You loved him so much and he ws supposed to love you--but look what he did to you. Love obviously didn’t mean shit; it was an evil myth, so I stopped looking for it, and figured I might as well look out for number one. “
She stopped and for a brief moment her eyes welled with tears. “I thought I was doing you a favor by breaking it like that. Quick and clean—get over it and get on with your life. I was an asshole too.”
Lex watched her grind the heel of her hand into her eyes and kept his mouth shut. He knew her well enough to know that it was the only apology he’d ever get from her, and even that cost her. He folded his hands under his arms and waited.
“Well, I learned one thing—any way you choose to kill yourself, suicide’s nasty. Came a point, I got tired of slowly killing myself and decided to live. Get clean.”
She inhaled deeply and the cigarette blazed with the force. “Of course, this is the severely edited version of my life. I hate being boring or unnecessarily maudlin, and the story is equal parts of both.” She smiled and her teeth gleamed in the low light.
“Ah. I’m glad you don’t do drugs anymore. It’s...” he laughed. “Well, it’s easier on me that you don’t.”
“Healthy self-interest, I like that in a man.” She inhaled again and blew a thin stream upward, sighed and said, “Do you know that when I marry I come into a fortune? My beloved Grand-mama, bless that shriveled little apricot she called her heart, left me quite a bit when she died. Generous. I have to be married before I get it in my hot little hands, though.”
Lex gaped and she waved it off, “oh you know, it was the times…people could do that. Richard also wants to join forces with LuthorCorp, and who knows what Lionel wants…” she looked at Lex. “Besides the obvious. Any way, that’s why you and I are going to get married.”
Lex laughed, “What? Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Well of course, but look here—the established points of our relationship have never changed, you still like fucking boys and I still like fucking boys. We both love me,” she winked, “and we both love you. We’ll do our own thing and we’ll call it an open marriage, just like the rest of the swingers.” She snorted in contempt, squeezed his fingers gently with her free hand. “ Think of it this way, every Saturday night, if we need it, we’ll always have a date.”
Lex felt dizzy, and stunned. “Did you ask me—no, did you *tell* me to marry you?”
“Idiot. Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” She smiled, “no romantic declaration of love and unending adoration?”
“I think—I think that I can fuck you into the mattress… of course, I’ll be thinking about our driver as I’m doing it…”
“Wow, you can’t ask for more romantic than that, big boy. Let’s go, I’m all a twitter just thinking about it.” She grinned and Lex thought ‘I’m probably in deeper shit than I’ve ever been in my whole life.”
He stood and followed her back into the lodge, flowing through the crowd and feeling eyes on the both of them. “It won’t be boring….”
tbc
the Previous Parts are over here, asking, "Batman--buttplug or no?"
A little more than a month later he got a card from Clark.
I want to come home.
The handwriting was crabbed and uneven across the card, so strained, it made his heart hurt. There was nothing on the card other than the pathetic little note. He turned it end from end, looked at the postmark and thought. He could find them—given enough time and money, he could find them. It probably wouldn’t be very hard to do. He looked at the bowl of cards—he imagined there might be a pattern if he looked for it--he could follow them, hunt them down…bring them back….
He sighed and tossed the card in with the others. If they wanted to come home, they’d come. Whatever it was that Bruce was doing, Clark must feel that he had to be there with him.
******
Change kept him busy. Lionel kept him busy, kept him on his toes and he rarely had time for thought of his own. Occasionally, he wondered how the Kents were, and the odd postcard would arrive, to rip a little hole in his carefully constructed indifference. Clark’s tended to be sad; Bruce’s were mostly relentlessly normal, chatty.
He grimaced and turned to the window across one wall. He pressed the key that opened the blinds and listened to them whisk back on their tracks to reveal the skyline, bright with lights. Behind him, he knew, the soft lights inside the bookshelves illuminated the little drift of cards in the bowl. He resolved not to reread them tonight… If he had any sense, he’d toss them all away. Hell, he should have tossed them all away without looking at them. He was an idiot. So much time and so many partners later, and nothing essential had changed, Clark was still all he really wanted. The fact that he still received cards led him to hope that Clark felt the same, but there was no real way to tell. He figured it was only realistic to think that someone as wonderful as Clark had to have met somebody to love, some sunny, pretty person, some one that made his heart beat faster and made him smile.
As far as his own life was concerned, trying keep a bit of himself untouched by his dad required a lot of attention to the man. He found himself intrigued by what wasn’t there—what his dad wasn’t saying or wasn’t showing him. He was beginning to find that Dad was involved in some way or another in quite a bit of not-exactly legal dealing. He had the feeling what he did find was the tip of a very large and deep iceberg.
The company his dad had saddled him with was just that kind of thing. Why would the man go to such lengths to acquire a small and insignificant export business? And then, why re-tool the company to export chemical fertilizer instead of going through his usual channels? He noticed that even the fertilizer was another smaller company that didn’t carry the Luthor imprint. Something told him that anyone investigating the company from the outside would reveal no one but himself in charge…he smiled bitterly. Surely Lionel knew he’d be curious, would check into everything about the company. Lionel couldn’t think that he was so dispirited that he’d blindly go along with any program…Lex sighed.
No, certainly not.
It wasn’t as if he’d gone along with the changes Lionel had made in his personal life, oh no. It wasn’t as if Lionel hadn’t shoved him into the closet without protest, or as if he’d choreographed this ridiculous public mating dance he’d been going through. It wasn’t as if his dad hadn’t constructed a public view of him as totally foreign to his nature as possible, strictly for his own benefit, damn the cost to his son….
Lex knew. He and his father hadn’t come to any kind of understanding; and never would. His dad hadn’t finally come to approve of him in any way. He’d already written Lex off long ago. His only value to his dad now, was as a tool, to be used for whatever it gained him. No one mourned over the loss of a hammer, Lex thought. They just went and got another.
He snorted and reached into his desk drawer, took a couple of pills from a bottle nestled in the back. With all the shit he dealt with daily, he felt he deserved the occasional vacation from vigilance. He laughed again, quietly, and carried the tablets to the little portable bar in the corner and poured soda into a tumbler, dropped a wedge of lime into it and held it up in salute to the skyline glittering in his office window. “Dinnertime,” he said, and swallowed.
******
Lionel and Lex were at their usual table in their usual restaurant. Lex was drifting happily on a soft wave made up of a little splash of alcohol and just a tiny bit of methaqualone, just enough to make the world a little…pillowy. He was chewing thoughtfully on a tickly leaf of red oak lettuce and wondering why anyone would want to grow red fringy salad when some part of his brain warned him to sit the fuck up and pay attention.
”…and marriage. You should be thinking of a likely wife, Lex. Preparing yourself for the future.”
It was a lovely day and butter yellow sunlight poured in through the multi-paned windows of the restaurant, lending a wonderful sheen to the dark wood paneled walls and the polished wood table top that Lex was not gripping the edge of. He was simply running his fingers over the grain.
“You know, son, this company--all my work, all of this, one day will…”
All be yours, blah-blah-fucking blah. Lex kept a pleasant and interested expression on his face and thought about the night before, an experience that his father had made possible. It’d been the latest in a series of increasingly excruciating dates. Katherine was god awful boring and it’d taken all his will power not to face plant into his soup. Thank God for small favors—their waiter had been…astonishingly good-looking and very friendly. And skilled. Such a hot mouth, such talented fingers…God, when he’d….Damn it! Lex cursed inwardly—fuck, drifting again—pay attention! . He nodded and Lionel beamed.
“Excellent.” He beamed, lifted his glass to Lex in salute and Lex smiled wide and felt sweat break out between his shoulder blades. The man was too fucking happy. Goddamn ludes…He stroked the grain of the wood a little harder.
“Say that again, please?” Because I’d really like to know what the fuck I just agreed to?
“I’ll call Richard and let him know that you’d love to spend the weekend in Aspen with their family.”
Richard…”Harrison?”
“Well, of course. Have you not been paying attention? Victoria will be thrilled to see you, I’m sure. I imagine you two have a lot to catch up on.” The smile his dad bestowed on him was as wide and crocodilian as possible for a human to wear.
Lex’s insides curdled. Victoria Harrison. Vic.
Life could certainly be interesting some times. He fingered the little foil packet in his coat pocket, excused himself to his dad and made his way to the restroom.
He locked himself in a stall and pulled the packet out and opened it. He picked up the little pills, rolled them between his fingertips and thought.
It’d be so easy, so easy to feel this good all the time. Hell, he used to live half fucked up all the time at school, until—it was easy and God, sometimes it was so fucking good, letting all the sharp edges disappear…he sighed deeply, and flipped the pills into the toilet. They hit the bowl with a pathetic little ‘splook’ and sank to the bottom. With a tiny prick of sadness He flushed and waved. “Good-bye, little friends. It’s time to grow up again,” he whispered.
******
Vic greeted him as if they’d just gotten out of bed together yesterday, as though all those silent years between them had never been. There wasn’t a hint of the person who’d ripped his heart in two with a careless and off-hand note at the end of a letter. Her behavior just reinforced his feeling that he was bound by his dad to spend a lifetime in a snowy hell with three of the most self-centered would-be Beautiful People ever inflicted on the planet.
He reached into his coat pocket and for a second was dismayed, first that the little roll of foil in his pocket had become habit so quickly, and second that he’d forgotten he’d banished it from his life again. “I miss you, my little round friends,” he muttered to himself. There was nothing for it but to pray the next few days weren’t going to end in bloodshed.
And yes, Vic’s parents were still…well…her parents. Self involved and barely aware of her, keeping her on a leash made of money. Pat did try to show interest from time to time, out of some stunted maternal instinct, and Vic treated her with a genial kind of contempt. Lex was surprised to see that they finally had developed some sort of a relationship. Richard was, as always, just Dick.
Vic on the other hand…Vic was Vic, but a version that had matured somewhat. She was exactly the same on the surface, but underneath, there was a difference. She was older in ways that didn’t show. He felt embarrassed to admit to himself—Vic had grown and he had just existed.
*****
The two of them sat in the Lodge’s lounge, sipping hot cocoa. It was a pleasant way to end the day; it had become almost a ritual with them. As always, a fire crackled in the circular metal fireplace that dominated the room, the scent of burning pine, aromatic herbs and cocoa laced with brandy made the air seem even warmer, richer, and beyond the fireplace they could see the velvety black of night in the windows and the fire reflected back at them.
Lex stretched out and Vic tilted her head back to rest on her arm. He thought Vic looked incredible--as always--her blonde hair was cut short these days, and curled around her face, setting off her eyes to good effect. He admired the way the ski pants curled around her like they were hungry for her; her sweater set the rest of her figure off to perfection. Fellow vacationers moved through the lounge, and he got a lot of jealous looks, plus a few speculative ones that made him want to laugh. Vic of course enjoyed it all. She spent her days there, networking, she called it, and he spent them actually skiing, which made him completely odd as far as Pat and Richard were concerned.
Aspen was eye opening. Being there brought a change he hadn’t expected. He was actually having…fun. Their Lodge was full of the best, the wealthiest, the ridiculously famous, all doing the sort of things that people like that did, things that Vic lampooned with a lack of mercy that let him weak. He spent an awful lot of time laughing, and he was so grateful for that.
Vic had a way of pointing out the idiocies around them, of skewering, and quite viciously, the pompous and arrogant. She did it to their faces, which Lex adored, and she did it to herself just as mercilessly, and that made him love her. The fact that she included him, that she made him laugh at his own arrogance without managing to make him feel worse about himself was priceless. In a way, he fell in love with her.
******
Life had been every bit as vicious to Vic as she was to others, that much was obvious to him, but she didn’t speak about it, she didn’t play for sympathy, and Lex respected that. Likewise he didn’t tell Victoria about anything that had happened to him since Harry’s death.
One night, Lex convinced Vic to sit outside on the covered porch of the lodge with him, to just—relax. They sat together quietly a bit, and watched the moon climb higher in the sky. Lex reached over and held her hand, and she watched the moon, and curled her fingers around his. They talked about nothing important for a while, and then she popped a cigarette between her lips. Lex grimaced and she snorted. “Oh spare me. Make yourself useful.”
Lex grinned and reached for her lighter. “I assume you mean for me to light your cigarette…”
“Unless you don’t mind getting frostbite in sensitive places, yes.”
She watched Lex carefully light her cigarette, and smiled in thanks. Sat back and began to speak. “I imagine life’s been treating you about the same as it treated me—otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Neither one of us is a stranger to a vicious fucking—not always figuratively,” she said and looked at Lex, who stared upwards and didn’t meet her eyes.
“Nothing happened to me that I didn’t deserve. Nothing happened that I didn’t expect--after all, the kind of life I was living made for a young and not particularly attractive corpse. Of course, at the time I didn’t see it. I thought, ‘gee, that asshole Harry killed himself but not me—I’m going to live on and on and go out with a big fucking bang’.”
Lex froze. She glanced over and said, “Look, it’s true. Harry killed himself--stupid. He couldn’t wait, and he didn’t think about what he was doing to the ones he left behind. You loved him so much and he ws supposed to love you--but look what he did to you. Love obviously didn’t mean shit; it was an evil myth, so I stopped looking for it, and figured I might as well look out for number one. “
She stopped and for a brief moment her eyes welled with tears. “I thought I was doing you a favor by breaking it like that. Quick and clean—get over it and get on with your life. I was an asshole too.”
Lex watched her grind the heel of her hand into her eyes and kept his mouth shut. He knew her well enough to know that it was the only apology he’d ever get from her, and even that cost her. He folded his hands under his arms and waited.
“Well, I learned one thing—any way you choose to kill yourself, suicide’s nasty. Came a point, I got tired of slowly killing myself and decided to live. Get clean.”
She inhaled deeply and the cigarette blazed with the force. “Of course, this is the severely edited version of my life. I hate being boring or unnecessarily maudlin, and the story is equal parts of both.” She smiled and her teeth gleamed in the low light.
“Ah. I’m glad you don’t do drugs anymore. It’s...” he laughed. “Well, it’s easier on me that you don’t.”
“Healthy self-interest, I like that in a man.” She inhaled again and blew a thin stream upward, sighed and said, “Do you know that when I marry I come into a fortune? My beloved Grand-mama, bless that shriveled little apricot she called her heart, left me quite a bit when she died. Generous. I have to be married before I get it in my hot little hands, though.”
Lex gaped and she waved it off, “oh you know, it was the times…people could do that. Richard also wants to join forces with LuthorCorp, and who knows what Lionel wants…” she looked at Lex. “Besides the obvious. Any way, that’s why you and I are going to get married.”
Lex laughed, “What? Don’t I get a say in this?”
“Well of course, but look here—the established points of our relationship have never changed, you still like fucking boys and I still like fucking boys. We both love me,” she winked, “and we both love you. We’ll do our own thing and we’ll call it an open marriage, just like the rest of the swingers.” She snorted in contempt, squeezed his fingers gently with her free hand. “ Think of it this way, every Saturday night, if we need it, we’ll always have a date.”
Lex felt dizzy, and stunned. “Did you ask me—no, did you *tell* me to marry you?”
“Idiot. Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” She smiled, “no romantic declaration of love and unending adoration?”
“I think—I think that I can fuck you into the mattress… of course, I’ll be thinking about our driver as I’m doing it…”
“Wow, you can’t ask for more romantic than that, big boy. Let’s go, I’m all a twitter just thinking about it.” She grinned and Lex thought ‘I’m probably in deeper shit than I’ve ever been in my whole life.”
He stood and followed her back into the lodge, flowing through the crowd and feeling eyes on the both of them. “It won’t be boring….”
tbc
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5/1/06 10:45 pm (UTC)And now, I'm about to try and recreate Smallvile In Black And Tan *G*
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5/1/06 02:18 pm (UTC)I love your icon!!
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5/1/06 12:11 pm (UTC)Dude.
I love this story but...
Why, why, why such angst and sorrow?
And when does *somebody* kick Bruce's ass for being such a freaking...ass???
Arrrrrrgh!!!
*flails*
*sniffles*
At least Lex is marrying someone he likes.
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5/1/06 02:22 pm (UTC)But...I thought this chapter was relieving some of the angst. Hmmmm...(ponders the state of her mind, considers that perhaps she's a leeeettle screwier than she thought...)
I think my world view is a trifle off-center. But look! Lex is not so unhappy now!
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5/1/06 03:35 pm (UTC)He's all alone, abandoned, and he knows Clark is unhappy but he's so hurt and angry he won't do anything.
He hates his father and his 'life' and he's going into a marriage with someone who'll fuck him over royally, i just know.
No! It's not good!!!
*sobs*
*ahem*
Sorry.
:)
*smooooooooooooooch*
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5/1/06 03:48 pm (UTC)Okay, yes, all that is true, but...okay, there's no but.
She really isn't as awful as all that, I promise you.
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5/1/06 04:12 pm (UTC)*pet pet pet pet pet*
I seem to remember you promised that this would end happily...
*crosses arms*
*taps foot*
*raises eyebrow at you*
*spams you with the winchester boys*
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5/1/06 04:17 pm (UTC)Dang! There go those boys again! Lemme see....I counter with...
a totally different fandom! Woo-hooo!!
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5/1/06 04:23 pm (UTC)And i riposte with *this*!!!
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5/1/06 04:29 pm (UTC)Take *THAT*!!!
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5/1/06 05:11 pm (UTC)OMG!
Ummmmm...ummmmmmmmm...
HA!
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5/1/06 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/1/06 10:08 pm (UTC)It's Cheap Trick! The Dream Police album!!
*whaps you*
You have to know!!!
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5/1/06 10:36 pm (UTC)No, I don't know...sorry?
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5/1/06 11:16 pm (UTC)Hi thee hence, my delectable little chocolate chip muffin, to a bargin bin and purchase 'Dream Police' *right now*.
Yis.
You must.
Robin, the blonde who was the singer?
My first crush.
:)
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5/1/06 03:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/1/06 04:02 pm (UTC)*grin*
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5/1/06 11:36 pm (UTC)Great part!
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5/2/06 02:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/2/06 12:47 am (UTC)*sighs*
Lex is getting married.
*another sigh*
*pulls out dress gown from closet*
God, I'm not sure I can still fit in this.
OTOH, If Lex is gonna marry NOT Clark, I'm glad that it's Vic. They inderstand each other.
So now Bruce and Clark hurt, yes?
*slips plyers in dress purse*
;D
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5/2/06 02:51 pm (UTC)You look lovely! Lex will be so pleased to see you there!
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5/2/06 03:11 am (UTC)Vic and Lex don't know the meaning.
//“Well of course, but look here—the established points of our relationship have never changed, you still like fucking boys and I still like fucking boys. We both love me,” //
I wanna be Vic when I grow up!
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5/2/06 02:53 pm (UTC)Soooooooon, I swear it!!!
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5/3/06 12:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/5/06 12:16 am (UTC)I just read the last 4-5 sections in one hit. I haven't been around on LJ much recently, and I didn't realise I'd gotten so far behind.
I hope you realise that you are now rivalling Abi as my angst dealer. This story is wonderful, but it's really going to a dark place.
Bruce - there's not much I can say about Bruce, except I wish he wasn't dragging Clark along behind him.
Clark - wow, he really doesn't like being ignored. I think everyone handled him in exactly the wrong way after his parents died. They all seemed to assume that he could take care of himself, so he's slowly self-distructing. I just hope things lighten up for him soon, since someone with Batman's view of the world, and Superman's abilities would be fucking scary. He could raze entire cities, and just start again.
Lex - I feel badly for him, but fucking Bruce after the Kents died was entirely the wrong thing to do (assuming that he actually did - but Clark sure thinks so, and Lex never refuted it).
Anyway, great work, Roxy honey. I'm still loving this story, and holding out for a happy(or happier) ending.
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8/30/06 04:16 am (UTC)Maybe she and Clark and become friends. Erm. *ahem*
*grins* So many lines I loved in this bit, but most especially:
“Okay?” She smiled, “no romantic declaration of love and unending adoration?”
“I think—I think that I can fuck you into the mattress… of course, I’ll be thinking about our driver as I’m doing it…”