Deal part 3B
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roxyTitle: Deal
Fandom: SV
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Rating: 3
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douse_house
parts of Deal
Lex was gasping for breath still, a half hour since they brought him back from the lab. His wrists and ankles were raw, his neck laced with purple and red blotches. He rubbed lightly at his throat and swallowed carefully. Okay, what he’d done was stupid, all the damage to his throat was his doing, but fuck—he hadn’t been able to lay still when they’d begun injecting that shit into the cuts over his ribs…it’d hurt beyond belief. He couldn’t understand why he needed to be conscious when they did that…at least they didn’t gag him this time. His skin shivered and pimpled at the memory of one of the previous session when they had gagged him. That time still replayed in his dreams. He looked at the crisscross of raw flesh over his ribs. The skin looked to be…glowing…a faint green…fuck; he really must be losing his mind. Must be the light in the cell.
Lex leaned carefully back on the narrow cot. He felt like shit and probably looked like shit and he could still taste bile in his mouth, feel it raw in his throat when he tried to swallow—research, fuck. This was pointless torture.
He rubbed his eyes and moaned low, under his breath. The light was dim enough not to reflect from the tile walls and floor and right now, he was counting that as a blessing. He wondered what time of day it was. He wondered what *day* it was. No one spoke to him—except to say get on the table, get off the table, open, close. No one treated him kindly. No one treated him especially badly, outside the procedures.
Hell, no one *cared*.
The hospital scrubs he wore were stiff, the fabric scraped at his tender skin, the pants exposed his black and blue ankles, and the shirt exposed his raw wrists. They were so thin, pale…he remembered a time spent laying on a beach that stretched for miles, all blue sky and white streamers of clouds and pink sand, an ocean so green, greener than Clark’s eyes. Remembered being naked and heated by the sun, turning pink and tan, and being so annoyed by the freckles marching across his shoulders, his cheeks….
Lex snorted, back in the here and now. Now he was cold all the time, his skin was the color of milk, when it wasn’t faintly green. He looked down at his bony ankles and narrow, bare feet protruding from the cuffs of the scrubs bottoms, and fuck, for just one moment, he’d take the luxury of feeling pretty fucking sorry for himself. He was going to die in a horrible little sterile cell, dressed like a mental patient. They were going to flay him alive, chop him up in bits and try to make the pieces live and what the fuck did they care if his sanity survived all this shit or not?
A small sob leaked out before he bit down hard and clenched his jaw. He rubbed his face and lay down flat on the cot.
Hw had to be patient, to wait. Some one would come for him, after a while, someone would know he was missing and come.
Be elsewhere, think of other things…He thought about sun, and scotch, and chocolate, he thought about Clark and wind and autumn, and Clark and kisses and blushes. He thought about Adam, and music and rain, how damn good warm rain felt dripping into his collar, and wool carpet soft and warm against his feet. He closed his eyes, crossed his arms behind his head and hoped that tomorrow would be a better day.
******
They brought him back to the cell and dumped him on the floor. He was naked, and sweating, in moments he’d leached all the chill from the tile and was burning up again and slipping in a pool of his own sweat. He was going to die, he was dizzy, sick, muscles jumped and knotted so hard, it felt like they were either going to tear lose from or break his bones. His mind tried to creep back to today’s session, to make some sense of what had happened to the body, but again and again veered wildly away…didn’t matter, didn’t matter… he was going to walk out of here on his own two feet, head up like a fucking Luthor, damn it--he refused to think otherwise.
******
Thick saliva dripped steadily onto his wrist as he as tried to watch the thick green line under his skin move; he had no control over his mouth, his eyes--the lids fluttered open and shut, and his eyes rolled back, drifted when he tried to concentrate…what was he supposed to be doing?
Whatever they’d pumped him with today was moving through his veins like peanut butter. He was afraid that if it reached his heart it’d kill him. He tried to get to his feet—he had to walk or he’d die, he knew it…he fell face forward onto the tiles, arms crumbled under him and some distant part of his mind was trying to tell him it hurt. Unable to move, to close his eyes or his mouth, his lips were open against the tiles and drool spread under his cheek in a rank puddle. Tears flowed as his body fought against his eyes drying out.
The click of the cell door opening managed to penetrate his daze….
“He’s ready…”
…was on his back, ceiling lights flashing by, dark, light, dark, light—his wrists were strapped flat…dark again, and light and pain, and pain and his eyes closed—a bolt of pain as intense as lightning, as deep as the night threw him into darkness.
****
He was sitting slumped over on a shower floor, dripping wet, steam filled the air and he was oh god…a little warmer than usual. Hot water was a luxury and he’d missed it. The hated flood of emotion threatened to overcome his control, but he won against it, forced it under again. A silent young man stood outside the door, holding a robe and apparently waiting for Lex to notice him. He said nothing when Lex came towards him, just as silently helped him into the robe and back to his cell.
Lex was practically dizzy with excitement. This was someone he’d never seen before, this was something new, and he was starved for something new. Everyday, the same tiles, the same people, the same the same the same…he was dying to talk to him, to ask him questions—maybe he knew why he hurt so terribly.
“Wha…happe…” His voice was rusty, as if he hadn’t spoken in a long, long time, but he knew that impossible. He was fairly certain he’d spent the morning screaming his lungs out, but oddly, his throat didn’t hurt.
The man looked at him with all the interest of a human in the company of an ant. He nudged Lex forward into the cell.
As Lex cleared the threshold, the man broke his silence. “Wait,” he said, and Lex held his breath—he went on to say, “The robe.”
He took it from Lex and left.
Lex sat on the cot and stared at—nothing.
****
He woke up to find Uniform Man sitting on the end of his cot. He looked Lex up and down and frowned. “Why isn’t it working?”
Lex raised an eyebrow and kept quiet.
“Why won’t the healing ability transfer—what are we doing wrong? What is your body holding back from us?”
Lex shivered. Oh God, this was bad. If Psychofuck thought he could get more out of him, it meant the bad days were about to get worse, whatever in hell that meant. Hartnett was more than happy to do what Uniform Man wanted—Lex simply wasn’t real to him. He noticed that any one of the techs that looked even slightly uncomfortable soon disappeared. The men that remained were efficient, business like, and completely unemotional—it was just a job, nothing personal-- but when someone was taking samples of your organs sans benefit of anesthetics, it didn’t matter a fucking bit if they got off on it or not. It hurt like a motherfucker either way. What new thing could they do to him they haven’t tried yet?
Lex knew changes had taken place inside him since he’d been taken, not that they discussed results with him. But he knew how much faster he was healing--it was almost frightening how very fast it happened. Several times, he’d even grown hair…it fell out each time, but it was weird and unsettling to see the red wisps appear on his body, and slowly die away again—it made him sad, sometime….
Uniform Man grabbed his leg, slid his hand up until the knuckles nudged his sac. He rubbed briefly before digging his fingers into Lex’s muscle, squeezed, hard, hard enough to make Lex cry out.
“You’re not here with me. What are you thinking about, Alexander? Rescue? A favorite meal? Home…or sex?” He cupped Lex, voice was pitched low, Lex assumed so it wouldn’t record. “Talk to me, I’m curious. What do you think about when you’re not bleeding in the lab?” He grinned down into Lex’s face, his ice blue eyes feeling hot on Lex’s skin, making his stomach crawl. Making him remember mistakes in alleys, in parked locked cars….
“Talk to you? Fine--when can I go home?” he asked and grinned, he could feel the edge of wildness in it, and for a moment felt like he was flying--what the fuck. He had nothing to lose. “And I’ve been watching you and I’d like to know---why are you such an asshole?”
Uniform laughed brightly, and something shifted in his eyes, rolled to the surface like oil, like something dead. Lex lunged to the side of the cot, trying to duck, but a second too late. The man’s fist caught him on the side of his head.
The pain was staggering, stars burst bright white and blue in his sight, he felt as if a knife had been driven between his eyes. Fuck! It shouldn’t hurt this bad—something’s off…
Uniform hit him again and weirdly, the pain decreased, so much that he gasped with the sudden relief. “I’ve dealt with assholes like you before,” Lex panted. “I’m not going to beg you not to.” He felt a lot less confident and brave than he sounded, and he was just grateful that he hadn’t cried with the pain. He desperately held on to that edge—don’t surrender, he begged himself.
“I don’t give a damn if you beg. My personal preferences don’t take precedence here.” He leaned over Lex and said, “If they did, I’d have skinned you alive and fucked what was left a long ago.” He smiled and said, “Get ready—they’re coming for you.”
continued in 3C
Fandom: SV
Pairing:
Rating: 3
Rated for possibly disturbing imagery—but it’s got not a goddamn thing on that scary ass Drowning Not Waving thing at
douse_houseparts of Deal
Lex was gasping for breath still, a half hour since they brought him back from the lab. His wrists and ankles were raw, his neck laced with purple and red blotches. He rubbed lightly at his throat and swallowed carefully. Okay, what he’d done was stupid, all the damage to his throat was his doing, but fuck—he hadn’t been able to lay still when they’d begun injecting that shit into the cuts over his ribs…it’d hurt beyond belief. He couldn’t understand why he needed to be conscious when they did that…at least they didn’t gag him this time. His skin shivered and pimpled at the memory of one of the previous session when they had gagged him. That time still replayed in his dreams. He looked at the crisscross of raw flesh over his ribs. The skin looked to be…glowing…a faint green…fuck; he really must be losing his mind. Must be the light in the cell.
Lex leaned carefully back on the narrow cot. He felt like shit and probably looked like shit and he could still taste bile in his mouth, feel it raw in his throat when he tried to swallow—research, fuck. This was pointless torture.
He rubbed his eyes and moaned low, under his breath. The light was dim enough not to reflect from the tile walls and floor and right now, he was counting that as a blessing. He wondered what time of day it was. He wondered what *day* it was. No one spoke to him—except to say get on the table, get off the table, open, close. No one treated him kindly. No one treated him especially badly, outside the procedures.
Hell, no one *cared*.
The hospital scrubs he wore were stiff, the fabric scraped at his tender skin, the pants exposed his black and blue ankles, and the shirt exposed his raw wrists. They were so thin, pale…he remembered a time spent laying on a beach that stretched for miles, all blue sky and white streamers of clouds and pink sand, an ocean so green, greener than Clark’s eyes. Remembered being naked and heated by the sun, turning pink and tan, and being so annoyed by the freckles marching across his shoulders, his cheeks….
Lex snorted, back in the here and now. Now he was cold all the time, his skin was the color of milk, when it wasn’t faintly green. He looked down at his bony ankles and narrow, bare feet protruding from the cuffs of the scrubs bottoms, and fuck, for just one moment, he’d take the luxury of feeling pretty fucking sorry for himself. He was going to die in a horrible little sterile cell, dressed like a mental patient. They were going to flay him alive, chop him up in bits and try to make the pieces live and what the fuck did they care if his sanity survived all this shit or not?
A small sob leaked out before he bit down hard and clenched his jaw. He rubbed his face and lay down flat on the cot.
Hw had to be patient, to wait. Some one would come for him, after a while, someone would know he was missing and come.
Be elsewhere, think of other things…He thought about sun, and scotch, and chocolate, he thought about Clark and wind and autumn, and Clark and kisses and blushes. He thought about Adam, and music and rain, how damn good warm rain felt dripping into his collar, and wool carpet soft and warm against his feet. He closed his eyes, crossed his arms behind his head and hoped that tomorrow would be a better day.
******
They brought him back to the cell and dumped him on the floor. He was naked, and sweating, in moments he’d leached all the chill from the tile and was burning up again and slipping in a pool of his own sweat. He was going to die, he was dizzy, sick, muscles jumped and knotted so hard, it felt like they were either going to tear lose from or break his bones. His mind tried to creep back to today’s session, to make some sense of what had happened to the body, but again and again veered wildly away…didn’t matter, didn’t matter… he was going to walk out of here on his own two feet, head up like a fucking Luthor, damn it--he refused to think otherwise.
******
Thick saliva dripped steadily onto his wrist as he as tried to watch the thick green line under his skin move; he had no control over his mouth, his eyes--the lids fluttered open and shut, and his eyes rolled back, drifted when he tried to concentrate…what was he supposed to be doing?
Whatever they’d pumped him with today was moving through his veins like peanut butter. He was afraid that if it reached his heart it’d kill him. He tried to get to his feet—he had to walk or he’d die, he knew it…he fell face forward onto the tiles, arms crumbled under him and some distant part of his mind was trying to tell him it hurt. Unable to move, to close his eyes or his mouth, his lips were open against the tiles and drool spread under his cheek in a rank puddle. Tears flowed as his body fought against his eyes drying out.
The click of the cell door opening managed to penetrate his daze….
“He’s ready…”
…was on his back, ceiling lights flashing by, dark, light, dark, light—his wrists were strapped flat…dark again, and light and pain, and pain and his eyes closed—a bolt of pain as intense as lightning, as deep as the night threw him into darkness.
****
He was sitting slumped over on a shower floor, dripping wet, steam filled the air and he was oh god…a little warmer than usual. Hot water was a luxury and he’d missed it. The hated flood of emotion threatened to overcome his control, but he won against it, forced it under again. A silent young man stood outside the door, holding a robe and apparently waiting for Lex to notice him. He said nothing when Lex came towards him, just as silently helped him into the robe and back to his cell.
Lex was practically dizzy with excitement. This was someone he’d never seen before, this was something new, and he was starved for something new. Everyday, the same tiles, the same people, the same the same the same…he was dying to talk to him, to ask him questions—maybe he knew why he hurt so terribly.
“Wha…happe…” His voice was rusty, as if he hadn’t spoken in a long, long time, but he knew that impossible. He was fairly certain he’d spent the morning screaming his lungs out, but oddly, his throat didn’t hurt.
The man looked at him with all the interest of a human in the company of an ant. He nudged Lex forward into the cell.
As Lex cleared the threshold, the man broke his silence. “Wait,” he said, and Lex held his breath—he went on to say, “The robe.”
He took it from Lex and left.
Lex sat on the cot and stared at—nothing.
****
He woke up to find Uniform Man sitting on the end of his cot. He looked Lex up and down and frowned. “Why isn’t it working?”
Lex raised an eyebrow and kept quiet.
“Why won’t the healing ability transfer—what are we doing wrong? What is your body holding back from us?”
Lex shivered. Oh God, this was bad. If Psychofuck thought he could get more out of him, it meant the bad days were about to get worse, whatever in hell that meant. Hartnett was more than happy to do what Uniform Man wanted—Lex simply wasn’t real to him. He noticed that any one of the techs that looked even slightly uncomfortable soon disappeared. The men that remained were efficient, business like, and completely unemotional—it was just a job, nothing personal-- but when someone was taking samples of your organs sans benefit of anesthetics, it didn’t matter a fucking bit if they got off on it or not. It hurt like a motherfucker either way. What new thing could they do to him they haven’t tried yet?
Lex knew changes had taken place inside him since he’d been taken, not that they discussed results with him. But he knew how much faster he was healing--it was almost frightening how very fast it happened. Several times, he’d even grown hair…it fell out each time, but it was weird and unsettling to see the red wisps appear on his body, and slowly die away again—it made him sad, sometime….
Uniform Man grabbed his leg, slid his hand up until the knuckles nudged his sac. He rubbed briefly before digging his fingers into Lex’s muscle, squeezed, hard, hard enough to make Lex cry out.
“You’re not here with me. What are you thinking about, Alexander? Rescue? A favorite meal? Home…or sex?” He cupped Lex, voice was pitched low, Lex assumed so it wouldn’t record. “Talk to me, I’m curious. What do you think about when you’re not bleeding in the lab?” He grinned down into Lex’s face, his ice blue eyes feeling hot on Lex’s skin, making his stomach crawl. Making him remember mistakes in alleys, in parked locked cars….
“Talk to you? Fine--when can I go home?” he asked and grinned, he could feel the edge of wildness in it, and for a moment felt like he was flying--what the fuck. He had nothing to lose. “And I’ve been watching you and I’d like to know---why are you such an asshole?”
Uniform laughed brightly, and something shifted in his eyes, rolled to the surface like oil, like something dead. Lex lunged to the side of the cot, trying to duck, but a second too late. The man’s fist caught him on the side of his head.
The pain was staggering, stars burst bright white and blue in his sight, he felt as if a knife had been driven between his eyes. Fuck! It shouldn’t hurt this bad—something’s off…
Uniform hit him again and weirdly, the pain decreased, so much that he gasped with the sudden relief. “I’ve dealt with assholes like you before,” Lex panted. “I’m not going to beg you not to.” He felt a lot less confident and brave than he sounded, and he was just grateful that he hadn’t cried with the pain. He desperately held on to that edge—don’t surrender, he begged himself.
“I don’t give a damn if you beg. My personal preferences don’t take precedence here.” He leaned over Lex and said, “If they did, I’d have skinned you alive and fucked what was left a long ago.” He smiled and said, “Get ready—they’re coming for you.”
continued in 3C
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8/24/06 03:36 am (UTC)Have no fear! Clark will find him. I'm planning on it, anyway. *nods*
Thank you!
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8/24/06 03:37 am (UTC)YAY!!!!!
"...rolled to the surface like oil, like something dead."
That made me shudder. And flash to like one of the few x-files eps that I ever saw that had that moving oil in them. UGH!!!
And Uniformed Man gonna go down. Oh yes.
*Cheers for Lex*
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8/24/06 03:44 am (UTC)Nope, my darling isn't dead...he's just going to wish he was. *pets him*
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8/24/06 03:41 am (UTC)You can't leave it there. Seriously, you can't. You just delivered the goods on the TL front. And Lex has never been more Lex by staring down to being defiant even while in captivity.
Just wow!
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8/24/06 03:50 am (UTC)He's very brave, and he'll make it because he's Lex.
being defiant even while in captivity. I think that's Lex in a nutshell!
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8/24/06 03:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/24/06 03:51 am (UTC)*holds you*
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8/24/06 03:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/24/06 03:53 am (UTC)Heee!
wow--look at your icon...gosh. Wow. I'm all gawpy here. Gee!
*blushes and grins*
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8/24/06 03:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/24/06 04:06 am (UTC)Yes, yes, it has a ring to it! *GRIN*
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8/24/06 04:14 am (UTC)Poor Lex! *Rescues him from the mean writer lady who is torturing him and feeds him cookies* Ok, how much longer before Clark actually rescues him?
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8/24/06 01:14 pm (UTC)But, it won't be pretty for a while. Sorry!
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8/24/06 08:23 am (UTC)AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND this from scan_daily
http://community.livejournal.com/scans_daily/2297723.html
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8/24/06 01:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/24/06 05:24 pm (UTC)That little gem is the result of some weird business decision probably along the lines of what resulted in the Hello Kitty vibrator -> http://www.jmate.com/features/article_3.html
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8/24/06 12:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/24/06 01:17 pm (UTC)I'm not even sure how that happened! It was supposed to be a story about Clark dealing with his loss and Adam as a side dish...but that story turned into something else and *this* story--just keeps getting scarier!
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8/24/06 06:20 pm (UTC)dun dun
doom doom doom
da doom doom doom
You may wonder what the hell is going on in this comment. That shit up there is the music playing in my head as a dance 'cause I'm so freakin' happy that someone in fandom is writing TL!! I love TL! TL!! Yes!
doom doom ding
da doom doom ding
I love how strong Lex is here. His father may have raised him to be a mean motherf*cker, but training like that is really helping our poor boy. I LOVE that Lex is being tortured, but he's not being destroyed.
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8/25/06 01:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/24/06 06:49 pm (UTC)I admit i just skimmed. I can't take the torture stuff. Eeeevol!!
*sobs*
Thanks for the pimp, bay-bee!!
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8/25/06 01:15 am (UTC)So, what, you're just editing Spike Takes Xander To Hell?
Gees! That thing upset the bloody hell out of me! I'm reading it like I'm passing a horrible flaming car wreck. Which of course is not to say it's not excellent, it is. Just...*shudder*
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8/25/06 07:25 pm (UTC)*pet pet pet pet pet pet pet*
Thank you for reading, bay-bee. It means a lot to me.
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8/25/06 09:56 pm (UTC)and thank *you* for reading what I guess is kind of an unrelenting downer of a story, with not much happy in sight. yet. *sigh*
*hugs you hard*
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8/25/06 11:57 pm (UTC)*smooches you all up*
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8/25/06 12:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/25/06 01:08 am (UTC)*roxy feel a little guilty*
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8/26/06 11:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/26/06 11:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/29/06 04:24 am (UTC)So, once again, you've gotten me addicted to a series. You better make Clark give Lex alot of cuddles when he's finally rescued. *searches for more kleenex*
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8/29/06 04:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/29/06 05:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/29/06 05:25 am (UTC)He will be safe again, I promise you!
Big ending, fireworks, kisses, all dancing, all singing! *G*