Brothers and Heroes, part the last

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So, here it is the end! I finished it! Yay for me! Thank you, beloved ones for putting up with the endless whining (it is how you know it's me, right? *g*)

Here is it, part 56, the very last part of Brothers And Heroes.
THe Previous Parts are here, breathing a sigh of relief--they were almost out of lube!



It was a cool Sunday morning, and Lex was sitting on the porch of the yellow farmhouse. He was barefoot, in jeans, with a mug cradled in his hands, watching the sun peek over the horizon. It was the start of a brand new day, and he was completely comfortable. He couldn’t even imagine a time when he rather have died than to be seen outside of his home dressed down like this--nearly undressed, he grinned. He tipped the mug up and caught sight of one of the barn cats, glaring at him from the edge of the drive. He snorted. “You’ll have to work harder than that,” he smirked.” I learned to ignore a look like that, long ago.” He was mildly surprised that for a moment, he missed the late Lionel Luthor….
He gulped hot tea…just for a moment.

High above the planet, unseen and unmarked, the station floated, waiting to be brought completely to life. Lex had been granted the honor of being first aboard, he’d be there to greet the League as they arrived.

The sun began to warm the air; and he sat back, enjoyed the flavor of the tea, the feel of the slightly damp porch post against his back. This was his home, and even though he looked forward with great excitement to the coming journey, he’d be back to it. He could never leave it again, not permanently. He was almost grateful to Bruce for making him come here.

He missed Bruce sometimes…times like this when the past seemed as real and warm as this moment and it seemed he only had to turn the corner to see those boys running across the yard--Spooky, Casper, Clark--carefree, and full of life, hope, so certain that the future would be their every dream come true. The Bruce he missed lived in that past, that loving, full of joy, almost too generous boy he’d fallen in love with lived there too. He laughed a little at himself, at the maudlin turn his thoughts had taken. He was nothing like that boy he’d been then, and that might not necessarily be a bad thing. You couldn’t move through life and not change. It was an immutable law of the Universe. Everything changed, and change was good--certainly compared to the alternative, he thought, with a wry smile.

He got to his feet, a little stiffly, feeling a fleeting moment of nostalgia for young and limber muscles, and stretched. The sun was nearly over the barn, and he had to shower and pack and Clark was going to be there soon--God knew how he hated to wait. And he had to remember to eat, or Clark would be tiresome and lecture him about nutrition, and taking care of himself and so on and so on…He rolled his eyes. If he lived with Clark everyday, he’d be as big as a house. He snorted. He had the feeling Clark wouldn’t mind it at all.

He walked through the house and back to the kitchen. He stopped and the odd fit of nostalgia that plagued him this morning flooded his memories again. Martha’s kitchen hadn’t changed that much through the years, Clark had never wanted to change anything about his mother’s kitchen—it’d been quite a battle to get him to agree to the few improvements he did make. Lex shook his head ruefully. Thank God they were out in the country….

He rinsed his mug and put it in the sink, and made toast. He double checked the kitchen and chewed away at the toast--the things he had to do to keep the man happy. He reminded himself to leave a message with the housekeeper, checked the list he planned to leave on the table. Clark was going to laugh at that but it was better to be crystal clear and avoid mistakes then to assume someone knew exactly what you expected of them.

He went into the office that long ago had been Martha’s and sent Ashley an e-mail, again with notes and lists—she was more than capable of running the business while he was gone. Lex sighed. He did miss Sheila. He hoped sincerely that she enjoyed retirement. She’d been one hell of a tough lady, but a pleasure to work with.

He showered and changed: a pair of dark gray trousers soft as silk, a cashmere sweater because Clark loved the feeling of it under his hands, pale lilac because Clark liked the way it made his eyes look bluer, or so he claimed…he went through the house one more time, closing the window in his bedroom, making sure anything personal was locked safely away. In the back of the closet, there was a safe, and inside the safe, his most personal items were stored. Photographs of the kid he’d been, journals, letters, cards…letters from Clark. He rubbed at a spot between his eyes and thought he really should let Clark burn all that stuff. It meant nothing to anyone but him anymore, those children were long dead. He opened the closet door and ran his fingertips gently over the concealed panel. Again, as always, he decided against it. An illogical part of his mind whispered as long as the contents of the safe existed, than Vic and Harry and his pretty boy lived on. He straightened and grabbed his suitcase and smiled.

Time to pack.
******

Robin lay draped over the curve of the Daily Planet globe, arms and legs wide, humming to himself. His eyes were closed and he let the slow sweep ‘round of the globe soothe him. In a matter of a few hours, he’d be taking Lex to the completed station for the first time ever. He wouldn’t need the suit, or the breather or even the Velcro slippers—it was finally ready to live in, and he would be the first—just like he deserved. He stretched and threw one arm over his head, the other dropped to his chest and his hand came to rest over the R on his chest. He sighed quietly. It was past time for him to get back on patrol.


He threw his senses wide and scanned for trouble. It was fairly quiet, for once the citizens didn’t seem bent on murdering each other…which normally would make him nervous, but this wasn’t his city, not his regular patrol. He’d have plenty of time to sweep his own city too before it was time to come in.

He floated away from the Planet building and headed back at super speed to Gotham.
******
It was the end of his night and he was on the roof of the old police station, crouched in the shadows. Waiting for—

“Bruce.”

“…Robin.”

Clark heard the reproof in the gently spoken word. Clark wasn’t fooled by the tone, the quieter the voice, the greater the anger. Soft footsteps that barely displaced the gravel came toward him. He heard the faint stir of the cape. “No one’s listening, Batman. *You* know that.”

“And I shouldn’t have to remind you Robin, that suited, we’re guardians-- it’s all we are.”

Clark’s hands tightened into fists, the green gauntlets flexing with a noise only he could hear. “Yeah. Okay. I’m leaving in the hour to pick up Lex.”

Batman nodded. I’ve already sent a signal squirt to the station, and checked the pod. I’m leaving shortly…” he hesitated. “If you’d like to…you can double-check the pod yourself.”

Clark leaned back on the rooftop, and smiled. “Oh I planned to. I wouldn’t put my lover in something I haven’t checked thoroughly myself.”

Batman turned abruptly and the cape lifted and swirled through the gravel around his feet before settling again. Calmly he said, “Of course. I’d expect no less.”

“Bruce…”

“*Robin*, I’ll talk to you on the station. I’ll need your help running tests on our defenses.”

“Oh? Will we be testing interior defenses also—maybe the security cameras? Oh, wait, that’s right—only you have access to the cameras….”

“I’d rather not argue, Robin.”

“Argue? Brother, I’m deeply shocked. We never argue. We agree on all that’s important—and all that’s important is the mission, right?”

Batman leaned out over the edge of the roof and looked down into the streets below. “In a way, yes.” He was quiet for a long moment and Clark came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. He heard Bruce’s heart speed up a little before it settled into a steady rhythm, his breathing calm and even. Clark wondered if it hurt him to maintain that much control all the time. He smiled. “You know I love you, right?” he said, and squeezed his shoulder, rubbed a little and listened, smiling.

“The most important thing is the mission,” he answered, long after Clark left him there.

******

Hours later, Lex was stepping out of a pod, identical to the escape pods stationed around each ring of the space station, but this one was designed with Lex in mind, designed to be carried into space by Clark.

He grinned up at Clark’s worried face.

“I’m fine, it worked great—cramped a bit, I’d hate to have to spend more that a few hours in it.”

“Well, I plan for you never to have to find out what that’s like.” He kissed Lex’s face and hands and scanned him briefly while Lex waited patiently and with an air of sacrifice. “You done?” At Clark’s nod, he pulled the bags he’d stashed under the couch in the capsule out, and handed them to Clark. He cupped the back of his head, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Shall we?”
I******

They were in Lex’s cabin, and Lex couldn’t stop grinning. The last time he’d visited, there’d been no gravity, it had been only half powered up, so some levels had been open and some not and there’d been odd spots here and there without power…now it hummed with life, and nearly squeaked with the newness.

He stopped and shuddered. “This—this feels like an impossible dream. I feel—am I really here? Is this really happening?”

Clark was at his side in an instant, his hands gliding up and down his arms. “Lex, it’s really happening. Look.” He guided him gently to the full-length port set into the wall. “Look, see that?”

Lex could see the ball of blue above them. He put his fingers on the glass, expecting it to be cold but it was body temperature. Clark leaned closer and put his cheek against his. “It’s real.” He slid his fingers under the hem of Lex’s sweater, up ribs and touched his lips to the back of his neck. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Lex sighed and nodded and Clark pushed his sweater up higher, bunched it under his arms and rocked against Lex. Clark’s hands were splayed over his chest, his head was bent into the crook of his neck.

“Lex.” He slid the sweater completely off, leaned away and Lex watched his reflection in the glass as Clark pulled off his own shirt. When he leaned back, the skin to skin contact made Lex groan.

“This never ever gets old for me.”

Clark chuckled and bit him gently, rocked against him, teased his nipples. Lex was getting hard; he could feel Clark pressing against him, hard and so hot. He squirmed when Clark’s big hand slipped into the waistband of his pants, trying to give him better access and it made Clark’s erection prod him, made them both gasp. Lex arched against him when his fingers slid over the tip of his dick and squeezed gently.

“Look, Lex, all this night…” Lex stared out into the endless might, and felt Clark slide his pants down, taking his briefs with them, felt Clark’s palms tracking heat down his thighs, making goose-bumps rise. Lex stepped out of a puddle of material on the floor---a chill raced down his back, he shivered and Clark was right there, smooth, hot, his hair stroking and tickling him. He snorted and pressed back hard, rotating his hips and Clark made a noise between a growl and a groan. “. Tease. Slut.”

“Me?” Lex laughed. “You’ve got me spread-eagled and naked against a window, I don’t care if anyone can see or not…wait…are the cameras off?”

Clark touched Lex’s dick, let it jump in his hand and his own dick jerked and Lex could feel pre-come drip on his back. Clark’s tongue rimmed the shell of his ear, then slowly slipped into and out in a rythym Lex’s body recognized as the same it moved to when Clark fucked him, and reacted as strongly. He couldn’t stop his hips from moving. Clark worked his way down Lex’s body, touching every point on the way, kissing his shoulders, biting along his spine, licking and sucking the small of his back, until Lex moaned out loud and leaned against the glass, bending at the waist and letting Clark hold his hips and then he was spreading him…one hot kiss right there and he spoke. “The cameras are never off…” another kiss and the tip of his tongue skated delicately over his hole and Lex’s fingers scrabbled uselessly against the smooth surface.

“What—never, but…Bruce scans the camera feed—unh!—doesn’t he?”

Clark didn’t answer, he nodded and bit gently down on tender flesh and Lex rose up on tiptoe and groaned “Oh, God!”

Clark spread him wider and licked wetly around and around the ring of muscle, pushing, pushing until it allowed him to slide his tongue in and Lex was nearly sobbing now, he loved when Clark did this, loved when he slid a finger, two, three, inside, loved being fucked, loved his dick in him….

“Fuck, Clark, Bruce is going to see—ah—“

Clark shrugged, and it did wonderful things to Lex. He leaned his forehead on the swell of his cheek and Lex knew he was watching his fingers slide in and out of him, moving them until he hit the right spot. Fireworks went off in his spine and he heard Clark say, “Doesn’t matter. I’m used to Bruce watching.”

Lex quivered from head to toe and Clark said, “I’m going to fuck you now—I’m warning you I probably won’t last long.”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” Lex moaned and Clark laughed. He slid in on one long stroke and groaned in Lex’s ear, his hot breath washed the side of his neck; Lex arched, thrust back and then his lust addled brain replayed what Clark said, ”--Used to it—what?”

“Don’t talk,” Clark groaned, “just fuck.”

Lex’s forehead hit the glass and Clark pulled out, a long burn out and a long, hot slide in, heat, burn push, over and over and Clark’s big hand sliding up and down on his dick, it ached so good…

Clark slid in deep and plastered himself against Lex, held him tight. Lex could feel Clark’s dick twitch inside of him, his hand tighten on him, moving faster, milking him.

“Lex…Lex…anything you want. Everything you want,” he panted in his ear, pulled out until only the head of his dick was trapped inside, and Lex whined and squirmed, desperate to have him back. “We’ll make the world safe—Bruce will do it for the people, for all the little boys like him—me, I’m doing it for you, and for Bruce...I love you so much…”

He slammed into Lex, jerked back. Lex cried out in surprise, and Clark slammed into him again. “When you want it, tell me.” He slammed in again and Lex howled.
“Tell me,” and Clark began fucking him hard, right at the very edge of his endurance, knowing exactly how much he could take and Lex made a noise that was one long howl. Clark grabbed his chin and said, “Look at your stars.” and Lex came against the glass with a scream.
******

Over the wash of the waves against the beach, Bruce could hear a steady slap-slap of water, coming from the rocks. He was pretty certain he was the only one on the Hotel’s private beach, but it did sound like feet splashing around in water to him. He went slithering over the rocks, and there was no one there, just water splashing and breaking in little wavelets against the rocks in the tidal pool. He looked up and down the beach, it stretched both ways as far as he could see, nothing but sand shimmering in the heat. It was quiet, save for the sound of the water. Except…he stopped, head tilted, to listen…he heard the sound of laughter, and set out for it, walking across the sand, the sound seemed to move farther away and he walked farther and the sound moved and he walked and walked and walked….

Fin

5-16-2006

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