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Lex has a moment
Clark has a moment
Things hit the fan
Ripley is revealed
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
“Clark, you better tell me what the fuck is going on, the truth, all of it, or you can get the fu—you can leave my home right now.” Lex waited, heart racing, praying that Clark wouldn’t leave. Two things fought for attention in his mind, Clark wanted back in his life, and he was right about him, he was more than human--of course--he was more than his savior angel, he was wonderful and complicated and so beautiful and maybe his and—and--
Oh shit. And he was pregnant. Or something. That—a thing in him had pushed against his hand, followed the path of his hand like it knew he was there—Lex’s stomach flipped. He stared at Clark and thought—where’s it going to come out?
He shook his head, concentrated on Clark; on his shining and fearful eyes. Lex, work this to your advantage. If you’re careful, you can have everything you ever wanted and have it tonight
Clark’s hands were protectively clasped over his stomach. He looked worried, and increasingly hopeful. Good. It was the right combination of emotions; he was ripe to become dependent, to be led. All he needed to do was focus Clark on him and—something, some odd detail surfaced in his furiously working mind.
“Wait a minute…Ripley? Did you say Ripley?”
Clark blushed. “Yeah. Heh.”
Lex practically fell on the couch next to Clark and said, “Really, Clark…Alien? Come on.”
Clark’s lips twitched, and Lex pressed his together. Clark snorted, and Lex grinned—and then they were laughing.
“Oh Clark,” Lex gasped, “That’s terrible. Ripley. That’s so wrong.”
Clark was laughing and suddenly he was curled over, head on his knees, rocking.
“Oh god, I’m so scared. I’m so scared—what if she dies what if she’s screwed up because of her human blood what if I die who’s going to love her if I’m dead what am I supposed to *do*?” He sobbed, louder and louder until he was almost yelling and Lex lost it completely—he grabbed Clark and held him, petted him, “Shh, you’re okay, I promise, I’ll help, I will. We’re going to figure all this out. I will make it better, trust me …” Oh shit, oh shit, what am *I* going to do? How am I going to make this work?
He held Clark and laid his head on his shoulder, listening to him draw great big shuddery breaths, and he felt as if his heart had been encased in ice, and now, a horrible fire was burning him, searing everything, but the pain was worth it. His heart was thawing, beating again. He felt as if Clark was saving him again, but at least this time he could repay him. This time he could give him something he needed.
He hoped.
*****
Clark was stretched out on the couch, his feet on one arm and his head on the other. He was wearing a pair of designer jeans that fit him as though they’d been tailored for him, even though he’d had to leave the button open, they were a little snug in the waist. He’d looked narrowly at Lex when he was handed the jeans, but Lex refused to rise to the bait. He’d just raised an eyebrow, and Clark had grinned. And wiggled into the jeans.
Lex found that the little belly Clark had now did nothing to reduce the incredible appeal he had for him. He looked at the boy spread out and yawning on his couch, looking comfortable and at home, and he knew—it was ridiculous to think that he could capture Clark. Some how, Clark had marked him as his own, some part of him decided he owned Lex, and now, he was coming to collect. Lex felt helpless, ensnared, caught up like he’d planned to catch Clark up…his dick agreed with his assessment of the situation…it was a good thing.
Clark yawned again, reached under the shirt and rubbed hard around the swelling. “I don’t know if I should call Mom and Dad and let them know I’m here.”
“They know where you are, Clark. It’s not as if you have a wide choice of places to go.”
“Lex.”
“Yes, fine, all right…let’s start from the beginning. Can you tell me what happened, Clark? And would you mind if I took notes?” Clark shook his head, and Lex went behind his desk and opened his laptop. Distance would enable him think analytically, he thought. Sitting right next to Clark like that was terribly distracting…and he smelled so good. He didn’t remember Clark smelling quite so good before…
“Honestly, I’m not completely sure about the details but this is what happened…”
******
Lex listened, nodded, and stopped Clark from time to time, made him go over that day in the loft, made him repeat details he remembered again and again. What a shame, Lex thought, to strip all the eroticism out of it…but then again, it was Lana…
When Clark described the moment when she’d pushed him down and stuffed his dick inside her, Lex stopped Clark again.
“I’ll have to have her killed,” he said calmly.
“Lex!—I don’t want to hear that. Tell me you’re kidding—you *are* kidding, right?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Clark.”Car accident, mugging, choking on a snail…
“Lex,” Clark said warningly.
“Good god, you’re making me feel like a serial killer. Nothing horrible will happen to Lana Lang, my word on that.”
Clark smiled a little and winced, rubbed his stomach. Lex watched him do it and shivered inside. The thought—was still more than a little unsettling. This thing, this—child, that Clark made with that girl.
Well. She’d never know. There were favors to be called in everywhere, and he could make sure that she was happy enough-- the center of so much attention that she’d never come home. I’ll pay someone to screw her senseless if I have to, I’ll buy a damn gallery for her if it keeps her ass over there.
Clark was never going to have to deal with her again—but the boyfriend… "What about your fu—your buddy? What does he know?”
“Oh, gosh, nothing, nothing at all.”
“He saw you unclothed. Didn’t he?”
“I told you, it’s okay; I made up a story about an accident I had.”
“Oh shit—you lied to him. Crap. All right, maybe we can still salvage this,” he said, ignoring Clark’s outraged ‘hey!’ “Honestly, Clark, did you think at any time I bought any excurse of yours? You are the worst liar in the universe.”
“But Jordan bought it, I know he did. I could tell.”
Lex looked at Clark, really looked at him, how he held himself, his eyes, his attitude…he was going to have to kill this Jordan too. Lex knew that little fling had been more than experimentation, or hormones—he could see the difference in his eyes. He’d never ever say that Jordan had to die for touching what was his, but Jordan had to die. For touching what was his. It doesn’t count if you don’t say it out loud. Have Jordan killed. he typed.
“Lex, I don’t even need to see the screen to know what you typed. Jordan is a good guy, that’s all. He helped me when I had no one. I helped him to figure out some things about himself.”
Lex leaned back and thought. Right. Torture first, then kill. "We need to arrange a delivery room and an exam room. We should try and x-ray, or get a sonogram…is that possible? I know that bullets don’t affect you, or fire, or restricted breathing…” he stopped for a moment, smiled a little. "Say, Clark…”
“Not now,” he moaned.
Lex looked up from his list with a guilty start. “I beg your pardon? Oh! Did you mean, something’s wrong with your powers?”
“Yeah but I was mostly talking to Ripley--"He looked up at Lex with enormous, pained green eyes. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
He looked green and sweaty, he was panting like a borzoi. Lex worried that he was going to throw up on his hand knotted wool rug, but mostly, truly. he was worried for Clark.
“Ooww, gosh,” Clark was white now, shaking.
Lex jumped up and ran to him. “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”
Clark shook his head, and began breathing rhythmically, and Lex quietly freaked. Was he going to have this kid now—and for fucks sake—where *was* this thing going to come out of?
Clark flopped back to the couch, gasping and squeezing his sides. “Oh God, oh god…that was rough. That hurt. Rip—try not to kill your daddy.”
Lex could tell Clark was trying to be off-hand, but it was obvious he was frightened, as much as Lex was frightened. “I want you in Metropolis. I want you close to my doctors, to people who know the meaning of discretion. I can arrange a hospital room for you. We need to do it right away.”
Clark gasped and nodded, and looked so grateful that Lex felt guilty for not really having any answers for him.
*****
Throughout the entire drive to the Kent farm, Lex explored the possibility that it wasn’t going to be as bad as he feared. Jonathan loved his son, and the Kents were reasonably intelligent people. There was every chance that they could discuss this situation like civilized beings.
He was wrong.
Nothing he imagined prepared him for how truly awful it *could* be.
To describe the meeting as a meltdown would be an understatement. Lex realized that he’d never really seen Jonathan Kent angry before. He seen him annoyed, sarcastic, fearful even, but this—no wonder his dad had always been rather careful in dealing with Jonathan—he was frightening.
And Clark. Clark…had a temper, something he’d always been aware of, but had never truly seen in action either.
It was terrible, just terrible, and he’d even jumped in between the two—for one awful moment, he thought that Clark was going to hit his father. His eyes had been so fierce, so full of anger—and red, Lex would swear to it.
On top of their anger at Clark, Lex had been accused of any number of nefarious plots, the least of which was molestation. Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked if six years made such difference considering that their *son* was pregnant—implying that he wasn’t exactly pure as the driven snow…something like that. He rubbed the back of his head. No, that hadn’t been smart. Clark had quite a reach. He looked over at Clark curled up in the seat next to him, a small bag under his legs, and clutching some purple thing…thank god he wasn’t crying. He didn’t think he could stand that. He noticed that Clark had a digital recorder he’d given him last Christmas shoved in his jacket pocket. He knew his parents had no idea Clark had it.
He always gave him, or used to, when they still did things like share Christmas and birthdays, a public gift, something to make his parents happy and then, a private gift. Something extravagant that he kept at the castle. Since their falling out, some of those gifts went in the trash, but some were still in Clark’s—the room he kept Clark’s stuff in. In case he’d need it. For emergencies. Like now, so he was totally justified in having done that. Besides, everyone kept a room filled with clothes and toys and stuff for their friends. Friend. Fuck.
He sighed and watched Smallville fall behind them in the rear view mirror. What a god awful unpleasant night it had been. Watching Clark pack, leaving his home...it had been wrenching, horrible. Both his parents had begged him not to go in the end, but what could they do? They had no recourse; there was no way they could keep Clark. Lex hoped they’d heard him when he said that Clark would be safer than he’d ever been in his life—he’d promised to return him healthy and sound and Rip—the baby also.
He listened to Clark’s tiny, exhausted snores and hoped like hell he could make good on that promise.
Lex didn’t even bother to go back to the castle; he drove on to Metropolis, the sound of Clark’s breathing the only thing between him and his thoughts. He glanced over from time to time, once or twice he saw Clark’s belly twitch. He’d managed to stop wincing after a while. He’d almost managed to convince himself that it didn’t make his skin crawl. He even stopped making that little “gaaaah” sound whenever he remembered how Clark described the—the fetus emerging from…Lex shuddered. Okay, not quite over that yet. He looked again. Wondered if it made his dick different…obviously not to the naked eye or Jordan would have had some comment. Unless he was an unbelievably discrete eighteen year old. Right.
He definitely had plans for that kid.
******
Dawn was breaking by the time they hit the outskirts of the city and it was morning when he and Clark were in his apartment. He made calls, alerted his staff at the castle and in town of the changes and got Clark settled in a room. The first thing Clark did was hang that silly lilac bag on the closet door. Lex shrugged. He knew pregnant…people had a tendency toward odd little fixations. Nesting syndrome or some such thing…
Clark was gently shaking his arm, trying to get his attention.
“I’m hungry.”
“And rude, but the hungry part we can fix.”
Clark grinned, “Sorry, good morning, and thank you. Thank you very much for what you’re doing--and going to be doing for us.”
Lex blushed. “Yeah, well. Shower change, and we’ll go eat,” he ordered.
Clark saluted and went off to do so.
******
Dear Ripley,
Okay, here’s what happened. Um…grandma and grandpa decided with Uncle Lex that the best place to be while we waited for you was Metropolis. Unh…it’s nice here, lots of sun because we’re really high up…you seem to like him because any time he’s near, you kick the heck out of me. Um…the food is good. His cook is good. Oh, here’s an important bit of advice—never, ever, ever, let Uncle Lex cook for you. Ever. This is the most important thing I can tell you right now. There’ll probably be more stuff later—but remember this one. And this is just between me and you, got it?
click
******
tbc
Lex has a moment
Clark has a moment
Things hit the fan
Ripley is revealed
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
“Clark, you better tell me what the fuck is going on, the truth, all of it, or you can get the fu—you can leave my home right now.” Lex waited, heart racing, praying that Clark wouldn’t leave. Two things fought for attention in his mind, Clark wanted back in his life, and he was right about him, he was more than human--of course--he was more than his savior angel, he was wonderful and complicated and so beautiful and maybe his and—and--
Oh shit. And he was pregnant. Or something. That—a thing in him had pushed against his hand, followed the path of his hand like it knew he was there—Lex’s stomach flipped. He stared at Clark and thought—where’s it going to come out?
He shook his head, concentrated on Clark; on his shining and fearful eyes. Lex, work this to your advantage. If you’re careful, you can have everything you ever wanted and have it tonight
Clark’s hands were protectively clasped over his stomach. He looked worried, and increasingly hopeful. Good. It was the right combination of emotions; he was ripe to become dependent, to be led. All he needed to do was focus Clark on him and—something, some odd detail surfaced in his furiously working mind.
“Wait a minute…Ripley? Did you say Ripley?”
Clark blushed. “Yeah. Heh.”
Lex practically fell on the couch next to Clark and said, “Really, Clark…Alien? Come on.”
Clark’s lips twitched, and Lex pressed his together. Clark snorted, and Lex grinned—and then they were laughing.
“Oh Clark,” Lex gasped, “That’s terrible. Ripley. That’s so wrong.”
Clark was laughing and suddenly he was curled over, head on his knees, rocking.
“Oh god, I’m so scared. I’m so scared—what if she dies what if she’s screwed up because of her human blood what if I die who’s going to love her if I’m dead what am I supposed to *do*?” He sobbed, louder and louder until he was almost yelling and Lex lost it completely—he grabbed Clark and held him, petted him, “Shh, you’re okay, I promise, I’ll help, I will. We’re going to figure all this out. I will make it better, trust me …” Oh shit, oh shit, what am *I* going to do? How am I going to make this work?
He held Clark and laid his head on his shoulder, listening to him draw great big shuddery breaths, and he felt as if his heart had been encased in ice, and now, a horrible fire was burning him, searing everything, but the pain was worth it. His heart was thawing, beating again. He felt as if Clark was saving him again, but at least this time he could repay him. This time he could give him something he needed.
He hoped.
*****
Clark was stretched out on the couch, his feet on one arm and his head on the other. He was wearing a pair of designer jeans that fit him as though they’d been tailored for him, even though he’d had to leave the button open, they were a little snug in the waist. He’d looked narrowly at Lex when he was handed the jeans, but Lex refused to rise to the bait. He’d just raised an eyebrow, and Clark had grinned. And wiggled into the jeans.
Lex found that the little belly Clark had now did nothing to reduce the incredible appeal he had for him. He looked at the boy spread out and yawning on his couch, looking comfortable and at home, and he knew—it was ridiculous to think that he could capture Clark. Some how, Clark had marked him as his own, some part of him decided he owned Lex, and now, he was coming to collect. Lex felt helpless, ensnared, caught up like he’d planned to catch Clark up…his dick agreed with his assessment of the situation…it was a good thing.
Clark yawned again, reached under the shirt and rubbed hard around the swelling. “I don’t know if I should call Mom and Dad and let them know I’m here.”
“They know where you are, Clark. It’s not as if you have a wide choice of places to go.”
“Lex.”
“Yes, fine, all right…let’s start from the beginning. Can you tell me what happened, Clark? And would you mind if I took notes?” Clark shook his head, and Lex went behind his desk and opened his laptop. Distance would enable him think analytically, he thought. Sitting right next to Clark like that was terribly distracting…and he smelled so good. He didn’t remember Clark smelling quite so good before…
“Honestly, I’m not completely sure about the details but this is what happened…”
******
Lex listened, nodded, and stopped Clark from time to time, made him go over that day in the loft, made him repeat details he remembered again and again. What a shame, Lex thought, to strip all the eroticism out of it…but then again, it was Lana…
When Clark described the moment when she’d pushed him down and stuffed his dick inside her, Lex stopped Clark again.
“I’ll have to have her killed,” he said calmly.
“Lex!—I don’t want to hear that. Tell me you’re kidding—you *are* kidding, right?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Clark.”Car accident, mugging, choking on a snail…
“Lex,” Clark said warningly.
“Good god, you’re making me feel like a serial killer. Nothing horrible will happen to Lana Lang, my word on that.”
Clark smiled a little and winced, rubbed his stomach. Lex watched him do it and shivered inside. The thought—was still more than a little unsettling. This thing, this—child, that Clark made with that girl.
Well. She’d never know. There were favors to be called in everywhere, and he could make sure that she was happy enough-- the center of so much attention that she’d never come home. I’ll pay someone to screw her senseless if I have to, I’ll buy a damn gallery for her if it keeps her ass over there.
Clark was never going to have to deal with her again—but the boyfriend… "What about your fu—your buddy? What does he know?”
“Oh, gosh, nothing, nothing at all.”
“He saw you unclothed. Didn’t he?”
“I told you, it’s okay; I made up a story about an accident I had.”
“Oh shit—you lied to him. Crap. All right, maybe we can still salvage this,” he said, ignoring Clark’s outraged ‘hey!’ “Honestly, Clark, did you think at any time I bought any excurse of yours? You are the worst liar in the universe.”
“But Jordan bought it, I know he did. I could tell.”
Lex looked at Clark, really looked at him, how he held himself, his eyes, his attitude…he was going to have to kill this Jordan too. Lex knew that little fling had been more than experimentation, or hormones—he could see the difference in his eyes. He’d never ever say that Jordan had to die for touching what was his, but Jordan had to die. For touching what was his. It doesn’t count if you don’t say it out loud. Have Jordan killed. he typed.
“Lex, I don’t even need to see the screen to know what you typed. Jordan is a good guy, that’s all. He helped me when I had no one. I helped him to figure out some things about himself.”
Lex leaned back and thought. Right. Torture first, then kill. "We need to arrange a delivery room and an exam room. We should try and x-ray, or get a sonogram…is that possible? I know that bullets don’t affect you, or fire, or restricted breathing…” he stopped for a moment, smiled a little. "Say, Clark…”
“Not now,” he moaned.
Lex looked up from his list with a guilty start. “I beg your pardon? Oh! Did you mean, something’s wrong with your powers?”
“Yeah but I was mostly talking to Ripley--"He looked up at Lex with enormous, pained green eyes. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
He looked green and sweaty, he was panting like a borzoi. Lex worried that he was going to throw up on his hand knotted wool rug, but mostly, truly. he was worried for Clark.
“Ooww, gosh,” Clark was white now, shaking.
Lex jumped up and ran to him. “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”
Clark shook his head, and began breathing rhythmically, and Lex quietly freaked. Was he going to have this kid now—and for fucks sake—where *was* this thing going to come out of?
Clark flopped back to the couch, gasping and squeezing his sides. “Oh God, oh god…that was rough. That hurt. Rip—try not to kill your daddy.”
Lex could tell Clark was trying to be off-hand, but it was obvious he was frightened, as much as Lex was frightened. “I want you in Metropolis. I want you close to my doctors, to people who know the meaning of discretion. I can arrange a hospital room for you. We need to do it right away.”
Clark gasped and nodded, and looked so grateful that Lex felt guilty for not really having any answers for him.
*****
Throughout the entire drive to the Kent farm, Lex explored the possibility that it wasn’t going to be as bad as he feared. Jonathan loved his son, and the Kents were reasonably intelligent people. There was every chance that they could discuss this situation like civilized beings.
He was wrong.
Nothing he imagined prepared him for how truly awful it *could* be.
To describe the meeting as a meltdown would be an understatement. Lex realized that he’d never really seen Jonathan Kent angry before. He seen him annoyed, sarcastic, fearful even, but this—no wonder his dad had always been rather careful in dealing with Jonathan—he was frightening.
And Clark. Clark…had a temper, something he’d always been aware of, but had never truly seen in action either.
It was terrible, just terrible, and he’d even jumped in between the two—for one awful moment, he thought that Clark was going to hit his father. His eyes had been so fierce, so full of anger—and red, Lex would swear to it.
On top of their anger at Clark, Lex had been accused of any number of nefarious plots, the least of which was molestation. Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked if six years made such difference considering that their *son* was pregnant—implying that he wasn’t exactly pure as the driven snow…something like that. He rubbed the back of his head. No, that hadn’t been smart. Clark had quite a reach. He looked over at Clark curled up in the seat next to him, a small bag under his legs, and clutching some purple thing…thank god he wasn’t crying. He didn’t think he could stand that. He noticed that Clark had a digital recorder he’d given him last Christmas shoved in his jacket pocket. He knew his parents had no idea Clark had it.
He always gave him, or used to, when they still did things like share Christmas and birthdays, a public gift, something to make his parents happy and then, a private gift. Something extravagant that he kept at the castle. Since their falling out, some of those gifts went in the trash, but some were still in Clark’s—the room he kept Clark’s stuff in. In case he’d need it. For emergencies. Like now, so he was totally justified in having done that. Besides, everyone kept a room filled with clothes and toys and stuff for their friends. Friend. Fuck.
He sighed and watched Smallville fall behind them in the rear view mirror. What a god awful unpleasant night it had been. Watching Clark pack, leaving his home...it had been wrenching, horrible. Both his parents had begged him not to go in the end, but what could they do? They had no recourse; there was no way they could keep Clark. Lex hoped they’d heard him when he said that Clark would be safer than he’d ever been in his life—he’d promised to return him healthy and sound and Rip—the baby also.
He listened to Clark’s tiny, exhausted snores and hoped like hell he could make good on that promise.
Lex didn’t even bother to go back to the castle; he drove on to Metropolis, the sound of Clark’s breathing the only thing between him and his thoughts. He glanced over from time to time, once or twice he saw Clark’s belly twitch. He’d managed to stop wincing after a while. He’d almost managed to convince himself that it didn’t make his skin crawl. He even stopped making that little “gaaaah” sound whenever he remembered how Clark described the—the fetus emerging from…Lex shuddered. Okay, not quite over that yet. He looked again. Wondered if it made his dick different…obviously not to the naked eye or Jordan would have had some comment. Unless he was an unbelievably discrete eighteen year old. Right.
He definitely had plans for that kid.
******
Dawn was breaking by the time they hit the outskirts of the city and it was morning when he and Clark were in his apartment. He made calls, alerted his staff at the castle and in town of the changes and got Clark settled in a room. The first thing Clark did was hang that silly lilac bag on the closet door. Lex shrugged. He knew pregnant…people had a tendency toward odd little fixations. Nesting syndrome or some such thing…
Clark was gently shaking his arm, trying to get his attention.
“I’m hungry.”
“And rude, but the hungry part we can fix.”
Clark grinned, “Sorry, good morning, and thank you. Thank you very much for what you’re doing--and going to be doing for us.”
Lex blushed. “Yeah, well. Shower change, and we’ll go eat,” he ordered.
Clark saluted and went off to do so.
******
Dear Ripley,
Okay, here’s what happened. Um…grandma and grandpa decided with Uncle Lex that the best place to be while we waited for you was Metropolis. Unh…it’s nice here, lots of sun because we’re really high up…you seem to like him because any time he’s near, you kick the heck out of me. Um…the food is good. His cook is good. Oh, here’s an important bit of advice—never, ever, ever, let Uncle Lex cook for you. Ever. This is the most important thing I can tell you right now. There’ll probably be more stuff later—but remember this one. And this is just between me and you, got it?
click
******
tbc
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5/26/06 04:51 pm (UTC)Lex is so in love with Clark and it's a beautiful thing to see.
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