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roxyTitle: Four Stories About Lex Using The Elements As Inspiration
Fandom: SV
Rating:R to nc-17
Touch Of Fire
Touch Of Water
Touch Of Air
Touch Of Earth
“Shut up, shut up!”
Laughter and rustling, odd noises out of place in his rose garden brought Lionel to this particular patch of darkness.
“Oohh…fuck…”
He recognized the voice and a jet of anger flamed in his gut. Of course. It’s owner had been nothing but trouble lately, nothing but trouble. Undisciplined, overly emotional, drug addled and sex obsessed—no control over his appetites, leaving a path of destruction a mile wide and inviting the scrutiny of rumormongers and paparazzi. He already had an impressive collection of photos of Lex in various…situations.
Liquid noise that took little imagination to identify drowned out any other sound save that of the blood rushing in his head. He stalked down the grassy side of the path, carefully avoiding the gravel and branches that swept the edge of the pathway. He burst into the miniature grove of roses—stopped.
Moonlight picked out the curve of his head and the arch of his belly as he thrust into the boy beneath him. The glowing tip of a cigarette lit his mouth and even in the dim light he could see that Lex’s eyes were narrowed, locked on his. The edge of his lip curled. A coma laden with contempt.
“Slut,” he hissed, so quietly only Lex could hear, and Lex grinned. The deep cut on his lip, nearly healed now, trapped his eyes and Lex took one hand off the bent head of the boy in front of him, took the cigarette out of his mouth and wet the thick pink welt on his upper lip. “Hello, Dad.”
The boy on his knees jerked sideways and scrabbled backwards away from Lex, kicking gravel until he managed to make it to his feet and dash away.
Lex looked after the fleeing figure with a sneer. He laughed and Lionel’s attention was centered on him again. He saw a boy trying for arrogance, gray pants crumbled over his ankles, white shirt unbuttoned to the collar, navy blazer slid back over his shoulders, only his elbows kept it from dropping to the ground and a striped tie bisected the white plane of his chest. He was half-hard, saliva gilded him in the moonlight
Lionel grit his teeth—he was beautiful and horrible and it made him gag to see him stranding like that. He wanted to crush the defiance, ruin the beauty, grind him to bits. Clouds rushed over the moon and the grove sank into darkness and only his bald head gleamed now, everything else black and invisible—the clouds flew past, pale light flooded back. Lex inhaled and Lionel moved forward, hand raised, ready to strike.
“Hit me and I’ll kill you.” He said it so evenly, with such calm, cool conviction, that Lionel stopped. He dropped his hand to his side and a small tremor shook his body. He ignored his wilting erection, ignored his heart beating in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. “Get dressed. Get gone.”
******
Lionel sat in the warm silence of his study, his head against the soft leather back of the couch, legs outstretched. He’d been there since the incident, deep in thought. He rolled a heavy glass between his palms, as if the rise and fall of liquid would give him some clue, some answer to his dilemma. What was he going to do about that boy? What could he use to change him? He needed to have some means of bringing him to heel, something to control him with…something that made him afraid….
He heard the study door click open and Lex walked in uninvited.
“I’m packed and ready to get gone as you…requested.”
Lex swaggered over to stand in front of him, so self-contained, so defiant, his ivory skin touched with a light bloom of pink in his effort to show how little he cared and of course, he cared. His head was tilted back, he looked down his nose at him and his lips curled in a snarl —but under the snarl was…something else, some need still grew there. It was in his eyes, in his stance. Lionel lifted the glass to his lips, to cover his smile. Just like that the answer unfolded, blossomed into a beautiful solution.
He set the glass down and sighed heavily. “You hate me. You detest me, you wish I were dead. And I understand. I wished my father dead also.” He dipped his head slightly. He could hear Lex snort, but he didn’t walk away.
“So? You hated your father, the tradition continues—why tell me?” Lionel lifted his head again to see Lex’s eyes on him, chips of slate blue ice, contempt crackling in the depths.
“So…I wished him dead and I tell you honestly, I don’t regret it. To this day, I’m glad he’s gone. He was a true monster. But you…I don’t want to die, knowing all you’ll feel is relief.” He laughed, lightly, self-deprecatingly. “I want you to mourn me, to honor my memory…to miss me…” He shrugged.
Lex laughed. “Miss you? Fine. I miss you now, if it that what it takes to make you happy. I’ve missed having a father since…since….”
“Since your mother passed. I admit I did an unforgivable thing--turning from you the way I did. But I couldn’t face you and I told myself I was making you a man. Making you strong. I was terribly wrong, and deprived you--and myself--of something good.”
Lionel held out his hand and Lex looked at it with cold suspicion.
Letting a calculated amount of pleading show in his face, in his voice, he begged, “Please, let me—just this time, please let’s call a truce. I need you, son. I need to know there was at least one moment in which you didn’t hate me.” He watched Lex, his hand unwavering, extended to him. Lex swallowed, and the hunger for it to be true glittered in his eyes. The need was deep; enough to coax him forward, and like a dandelion about to fly apart, he reached out warily, waiting. When Lionel didn’t move, he took his hand.
Lionel pulled him close and closed him in his arms. Lex was stiff, but slowly, slowly leaned into his embrace, his arms coming up around him like vines searching for support.
“Lex, Lex my boy…” he murmured over and over against the velvet of his scalp, silky, smooth as the petal of a rose, without a trace of stubble or blemish--.“Lex.” he pulled him onto his lap like it was natural for them and Lex went unprotesting, long legs arranging themselves on either side of Lionel’s. “I love you, son.”
Lex sat stiffly. “…me too,” he said, words just a shade doubtful, and Lionel smiled over his shoulder and pulled his head to his shoulder.
“I want you to have everything. You may not believe or understand me, but everything I do is motivated for love of you.” He stroked his shoulder carefully, and felt the tension in Lex’s legs relax, bit by bit. Lex was quiet and then, a deep shuddery breath shook the fabric of his coat. Lionel smiled wider, and held him tighter. Lex shuddered again. “I’m tired of being alone.”
“Never,” he said, “Don’t you know as long as I live, you’ll never be alone?”
He pulled Lex’s head up and kissed him, a quick press of lips against Lex’s cheek, and leaned his own cheek against his. He relished the feel-- so warm, and flushed with the blood flowing so close to the surface. He felt an overpowering desire to bite into his cheek; it was so like a peach.
Lex lay still in his arms, and Lionel slowly moved until his lips were a breath away from Lex’s, and stilled. Waiting. He rubbed Lex’s back, his shoulders, over and over, soothing him, making him sink into him and then he shifted until their chests and shoulders met and Lex moved--their lips were pressed together. Lex froze and his eyes fell shut, but Lionel didn’t move. He felt the beginning of pressure, against his mouth; his hips, tentative and meek and he allowed it, even pressed lightly in return before pulling back.
Lex was pink all over and wouldn’t meet his eyes, his lids trembled, and Lionel took a moment to relish the sweep of ginger lashes against cream….
“Go to bed, son. We’ll talk again. And Lex, we’ll keep this between ourselves.” Lex’s eyes shot open. “Young boys sometimes confuse the meaning of some…gestures for others.” Lionel continued and raised a finger to his lips, stopped short of touching them and dropped his hand. Lex followed the movement with a growing expression of horror. “I want you to know it’s all right son, I understand.”
He stood and Lex slithered to the ground, looking confused…and as Lionel stared at him with an expression of pity he began to look ashamed. Lionel could see the dawning of repulsion, self-loathing. Lex backed away from him, slowly shaking his head.
Lionel reached out. “Don’t son, don’t--it’s’ not your fault, I forgive you--”
Lex whirled and ran out the study, slamming the door.
Lionel watched him go, listened to the clatter of feet on the stair and laughed lightly. There was more than one way to plant a seed and Lex was such very fertile ground.
fin
6-06-06
Fandom: SV
Rating:R to nc-17
Touch Of Fire
Touch Of Water
Touch Of Air
Touch Of Earth
“Shut up, shut up!”
Laughter and rustling, odd noises out of place in his rose garden brought Lionel to this particular patch of darkness.
“Oohh…fuck…”
He recognized the voice and a jet of anger flamed in his gut. Of course. It’s owner had been nothing but trouble lately, nothing but trouble. Undisciplined, overly emotional, drug addled and sex obsessed—no control over his appetites, leaving a path of destruction a mile wide and inviting the scrutiny of rumormongers and paparazzi. He already had an impressive collection of photos of Lex in various…situations.
Liquid noise that took little imagination to identify drowned out any other sound save that of the blood rushing in his head. He stalked down the grassy side of the path, carefully avoiding the gravel and branches that swept the edge of the pathway. He burst into the miniature grove of roses—stopped.
Moonlight picked out the curve of his head and the arch of his belly as he thrust into the boy beneath him. The glowing tip of a cigarette lit his mouth and even in the dim light he could see that Lex’s eyes were narrowed, locked on his. The edge of his lip curled. A coma laden with contempt.
“Slut,” he hissed, so quietly only Lex could hear, and Lex grinned. The deep cut on his lip, nearly healed now, trapped his eyes and Lex took one hand off the bent head of the boy in front of him, took the cigarette out of his mouth and wet the thick pink welt on his upper lip. “Hello, Dad.”
The boy on his knees jerked sideways and scrabbled backwards away from Lex, kicking gravel until he managed to make it to his feet and dash away.
Lex looked after the fleeing figure with a sneer. He laughed and Lionel’s attention was centered on him again. He saw a boy trying for arrogance, gray pants crumbled over his ankles, white shirt unbuttoned to the collar, navy blazer slid back over his shoulders, only his elbows kept it from dropping to the ground and a striped tie bisected the white plane of his chest. He was half-hard, saliva gilded him in the moonlight
Lionel grit his teeth—he was beautiful and horrible and it made him gag to see him stranding like that. He wanted to crush the defiance, ruin the beauty, grind him to bits. Clouds rushed over the moon and the grove sank into darkness and only his bald head gleamed now, everything else black and invisible—the clouds flew past, pale light flooded back. Lex inhaled and Lionel moved forward, hand raised, ready to strike.
“Hit me and I’ll kill you.” He said it so evenly, with such calm, cool conviction, that Lionel stopped. He dropped his hand to his side and a small tremor shook his body. He ignored his wilting erection, ignored his heart beating in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. “Get dressed. Get gone.”
******
Lionel sat in the warm silence of his study, his head against the soft leather back of the couch, legs outstretched. He’d been there since the incident, deep in thought. He rolled a heavy glass between his palms, as if the rise and fall of liquid would give him some clue, some answer to his dilemma. What was he going to do about that boy? What could he use to change him? He needed to have some means of bringing him to heel, something to control him with…something that made him afraid….
He heard the study door click open and Lex walked in uninvited.
“I’m packed and ready to get gone as you…requested.”
Lex swaggered over to stand in front of him, so self-contained, so defiant, his ivory skin touched with a light bloom of pink in his effort to show how little he cared and of course, he cared. His head was tilted back, he looked down his nose at him and his lips curled in a snarl —but under the snarl was…something else, some need still grew there. It was in his eyes, in his stance. Lionel lifted the glass to his lips, to cover his smile. Just like that the answer unfolded, blossomed into a beautiful solution.
He set the glass down and sighed heavily. “You hate me. You detest me, you wish I were dead. And I understand. I wished my father dead also.” He dipped his head slightly. He could hear Lex snort, but he didn’t walk away.
“So? You hated your father, the tradition continues—why tell me?” Lionel lifted his head again to see Lex’s eyes on him, chips of slate blue ice, contempt crackling in the depths.
“So…I wished him dead and I tell you honestly, I don’t regret it. To this day, I’m glad he’s gone. He was a true monster. But you…I don’t want to die, knowing all you’ll feel is relief.” He laughed, lightly, self-deprecatingly. “I want you to mourn me, to honor my memory…to miss me…” He shrugged.
Lex laughed. “Miss you? Fine. I miss you now, if it that what it takes to make you happy. I’ve missed having a father since…since….”
“Since your mother passed. I admit I did an unforgivable thing--turning from you the way I did. But I couldn’t face you and I told myself I was making you a man. Making you strong. I was terribly wrong, and deprived you--and myself--of something good.”
Lionel held out his hand and Lex looked at it with cold suspicion.
Letting a calculated amount of pleading show in his face, in his voice, he begged, “Please, let me—just this time, please let’s call a truce. I need you, son. I need to know there was at least one moment in which you didn’t hate me.” He watched Lex, his hand unwavering, extended to him. Lex swallowed, and the hunger for it to be true glittered in his eyes. The need was deep; enough to coax him forward, and like a dandelion about to fly apart, he reached out warily, waiting. When Lionel didn’t move, he took his hand.
Lionel pulled him close and closed him in his arms. Lex was stiff, but slowly, slowly leaned into his embrace, his arms coming up around him like vines searching for support.
“Lex, Lex my boy…” he murmured over and over against the velvet of his scalp, silky, smooth as the petal of a rose, without a trace of stubble or blemish--.“Lex.” he pulled him onto his lap like it was natural for them and Lex went unprotesting, long legs arranging themselves on either side of Lionel’s. “I love you, son.”
Lex sat stiffly. “…me too,” he said, words just a shade doubtful, and Lionel smiled over his shoulder and pulled his head to his shoulder.
“I want you to have everything. You may not believe or understand me, but everything I do is motivated for love of you.” He stroked his shoulder carefully, and felt the tension in Lex’s legs relax, bit by bit. Lex was quiet and then, a deep shuddery breath shook the fabric of his coat. Lionel smiled wider, and held him tighter. Lex shuddered again. “I’m tired of being alone.”
“Never,” he said, “Don’t you know as long as I live, you’ll never be alone?”
He pulled Lex’s head up and kissed him, a quick press of lips against Lex’s cheek, and leaned his own cheek against his. He relished the feel-- so warm, and flushed with the blood flowing so close to the surface. He felt an overpowering desire to bite into his cheek; it was so like a peach.
Lex lay still in his arms, and Lionel slowly moved until his lips were a breath away from Lex’s, and stilled. Waiting. He rubbed Lex’s back, his shoulders, over and over, soothing him, making him sink into him and then he shifted until their chests and shoulders met and Lex moved--their lips were pressed together. Lex froze and his eyes fell shut, but Lionel didn’t move. He felt the beginning of pressure, against his mouth; his hips, tentative and meek and he allowed it, even pressed lightly in return before pulling back.
Lex was pink all over and wouldn’t meet his eyes, his lids trembled, and Lionel took a moment to relish the sweep of ginger lashes against cream….
“Go to bed, son. We’ll talk again. And Lex, we’ll keep this between ourselves.” Lex’s eyes shot open. “Young boys sometimes confuse the meaning of some…gestures for others.” Lionel continued and raised a finger to his lips, stopped short of touching them and dropped his hand. Lex followed the movement with a growing expression of horror. “I want you to know it’s all right son, I understand.”
He stood and Lex slithered to the ground, looking confused…and as Lionel stared at him with an expression of pity he began to look ashamed. Lionel could see the dawning of repulsion, self-loathing. Lex backed away from him, slowly shaking his head.
Lionel reached out. “Don’t son, don’t--it’s’ not your fault, I forgive you--”
Lex whirled and ran out the study, slamming the door.
Lionel watched him go, listened to the clatter of feet on the stair and laughed lightly. There was more than one way to plant a seed and Lex was such very fertile ground.
fin
6-06-06
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6/7/06 02:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
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6/7/06 04:16 am (UTC)All my favorite elements are here - slutty teen!Lex and coniving incredibly bastardous Lionel for me to hate!
I really can buy Lionel's reasoning and -Ow! What an incredibly harsh way to control your son. Poor kid!Lex.
On the other hand - the opening scene was hot. Yeouch! I think I burned myself.
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6/7/06 01:48 pm (UTC)I had this whole thing where Lionel forces Lex but Abi said how much worse would it be if Lex thought it was his own idea? Yes, I said, that would be bad. The ultimate guilt trip. *g* Guilt is a major driving force, no?
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6/7/06 05:09 am (UTC)This was WOW!
:D
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6/8/06 05:38 pm (UTC)*pets Lex*
he will have clark :)
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6/8/06 11:03 pm (UTC)I hate to admit how much fun he is to write. lol!