Deal part 4A
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roxyDeal part 4A
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clark/Adam
Rating: 3
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previous parts of Deal
Lex was dressed in clothes he would have picked himself, and sitting in an ultra-modern office, very clean, spare and he entirely approved of the choices. By the look of disgust that flashed over Mr. Hati’s face, he knew who’d decorated *his* room. Jesus. Figured a sadistic bastard like that would have taste in his ass.
Hati pressed him down into a chair, and told him, “Quiet. Wait. The Patron will speak to you.”
Lex’s heart hammered in his chest. Finally. Dad was about to reveal himself.
The office door opened.
Morgan Edge stood in the doorway.
“Hello, Lex. What a pleasure.”
******
“Lex…” He sat at the acres big glass and chrome desk, and folded his hands. He inclined his head, his mouth bowed in an avuncular smile, and his blue, blue eyes trapping him in his chair. “Lex. How good to see you looking less…peaked. Purple suits you, Alexander. Not many can say that.” he smiled on, and Lex felt he had to scream. Edge leaned back, away from him, and Lex eagerly sucked up air.
“We appreciate everything you’ve contributed to our cause so far--” Lex snorted and Edge raised an eyebrow. When Mr. Hati jerked forward, hand upraised, Edge motioned him back. Lex shivered.
“My father—I know Lionel did this, I heard those men mention Cadmus—that’s his research lab…”
Morgan was shaking his head. “No. Lionel is not involved. Cadmus Project has no connection to him or his business in any way. You know, the myth of Cadmus refers to the ancient Greek ruler who sowed the teeth of a dragon, which gave birth to a race of fierce, nearly invincible men. We’ve been trying to sow our own dragon’s teeth, and thanks to you, we may be closer to succes than ever before, Lex.”
All Lex understood, all he heard, was that his dad was not involved. “He doesn’t know? How can he not know?”
Morgan pushed something across his desk, Lex saw it was a copy of a newspaper clipping, the front page of the Daily Planet. The headline shouted “Luthor Scion Dies In Fiery Crash”. There was a picture of the Porsche, horribly twisted and seared black. Covering one corner of the Porsche photo was an inset photo of him, from his days at Princeton, he looked stoned, stupid….
He looked up at Edge. “What—what does this mean?”
“It means, Lex, that you’re legaly dead, you do not exist.”
The room swooped around him for a moment. “Dead. Dad thinks I’m dead—Clark, Adam…they think I’m dead.” Close on the heels came the realzation, “Oh...”
“You belong to us, yes. Or, more correctly, to Mr. Hati.”
Mr. Hati grinned happily.
“Now however, things change, we hope for the better. Your father is bout to find that you are alive. I’m sure he’ll appriciate knowing that.”
******
Lex sat in a plain wooden chair, in front of a gray screen. He wore clothing Edge insisted he wear, too big white oxford shirt, jeans. He held a newspaper with a date that had made him…made him throw up, actually. Almost two years…
“…and unless the money is deposited in the account, I’ll be killed—oh this is purely ridiculous, you might as well just blow my brains out now—ow!”
He dropped to the floor where Mr. Hati slapped him, blood pouring from his lip.
“The Patron didn’t ask you for your opinion, you have only to repeat what is written, and look appropriately frightened. *Not* annoyed.” He pointed at the prompter, his leather clad hand splashed with red. “What is here, understand?”
Lex spat blood and wiped his lip. He mumbled through stinging, swollen lips, “It’s crazy, it’s stupid—he’ll never believe that it’s me—he’ll figure you hired an actor, he’ll assume it’s a stupid prank, he’ll…” Dad might buy it, Lex knew what he looked like: malnourished, bruised, wearing cast-off clothing…he might believe it was him. And knowing Lionel, it might not mean a thing. He’d more than likely broken the will by now—everything was probably his.
“You present a good point. One we’ve discussed. Now don’t worry, we have a plan.” Morgan motioned Mr. Hati forward, and he came to kneel in front of Lex. He took his hand, and kissed his knuckles. He kissed each fingertip, and Lex watched him, licked his already healing lips nervously. Mr. Hati took his little finger and slipped it into his mouth, tongued and sucked it. Lex gasped and jerked, and when he felt teeth begin to close over it, he began to scream.
Mr. Hati let his finger fall from his mouth and laughed, pleased at Lex’s reaction to his teasing bite. Before Lex could draw a breath, begin to stop screaming, Hati whipped a knife from his pocket and severed the finger.
In a rush, memories washed over him, his finger being sliced away, growing back, and it happening…maybe more times than he could let himself believe.
He gratefully passed into the dark corners rushing at him.
******
When he woke again, he was stripped, his hand bandaged and he was on the bed in his very fancy cell. Mr. Hati was in the room, and Lex shuddered when he saw the long line of his back. He turned and smiled. “Awake, Alexander? Good.” He walked to the bed, unbuttoned his tunic as he came, dropping it behind him. He climbed up over Lex on the bed. “Feeling better?”
Lex’s breath came in short, gasping jerks, cold sweat popped out all over his body. He was weak—too weak to move. Helpless, terrified because of it, he was racked with trembling when Hati’s hand slid down his ribs, into his crotch. He bit down on a scream when the soft warm palm closed around his dick. A moment later, Hati drew back, was opening his pants, shoving them down his hips; grinding against Lex’s naked skin as Lex stuttered, “No, no no no….”
Hati shoved his hand under Lex’s hips, pushed his fingers into him.
Lex yelled, choked, and fought to stop begging. It was going to happen, he could only try to make it happen with less pain, or so he hoped desperately. He felt heat and hardness prod him, felt the push, the savage thrust that forced the head into him. The pain, the burn, intensified Hati slammed into him. He felt like he was being ripped to pieces. When he pulled out, the pain of that made his head reel, and then, he was being lubed, when Hati pushed back in, he was slicked and it wasn’t as painful. Not nearly as painful…he rammed in and out of Lex and Lex tried to escape somewhere inside himself, to wait….
******
“Lex. Oh my god, what happened this time?”
Lex was standing in the room they’d given him, his hand ached, it was ungodly painful, and Lex knew he’d lost that finger this morning and Clark seemed aware something very wrong had happened. He looked up at him--he looked so real, more and more, his dreams seemed to be more—solid. Did that mean, thank god, that he was finally going crazy?
“God, Lex. These dreams are killing me. Why do they keep happening?”
“…What?…”
“Lex, the things that are happening to you—they’re awful…this place--” He stopped and his jaw dropped as he looked around. “--whoa—is not the same. This is *really* different—this is pretty. Except for that ugly couch, wow that thing is ugly as sin. Better than that ugly cell, though.”
Clark looked so personally offended by the couch, Lex felt a momentary urge to laugh. As quickly as the warm bubble rose in his chest it sank again--Cell? He knew about the cell… “Clark. Clark.”
Clark was next to him in a second. Lex. He touched him and stroked his shoulder. “God, I miss you. I wish all the time that you were still alive, I miss you, love you…”
He murmured over and over how much he missed him, loved him, and he told it right into his skin and Lex leaned into his solid warmth, reluctant to interrupt him, except for one major thing. Dream logic made it important that he tell him--
“I’m not dead.”
Clark stepped back, a puzzled smile on his face.
“I’m not dead, Clark, I’m alive.” He took a deep breath, and felt a little giddy, like he was stepping over the edge into that elusive insanity.
Clark stepped back again. “…Lex?”
His eyes were wide and Lex could see…a desire to believe. It was so real, so very Clark…Lex decided what the hell—treat it real. “Everyone thinks I’m dead—I’m not--You’re in the castle, right? You inherited it. It’ll be yours in a few months, and Adam, he’s got every thing else, and Dad must be freaking out, and Clark…” Lex stopped, a weird feeling rose in him, a definite feeling of… “maybe…maybe this is real?”
Clark was white as a sheet. He shook his head, backed away and just…
Lex said softly, “It’s been two years…” and tears rolled over his cheeks.
For some reason, the tears broke Clark’s paralysis—he gasped, reached towards Lex. “It’s been two years…Lex…can this be happening? Can you really be alive? Lex, god, I want this to be real! Please let it be real!”
“Clark, shit--Clark--” and the dream shivered into a million pieces.
Continued in 4B
Title: Deal
Fandom: SV
Pairing:Clark/Adam
Rating: 3
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previous parts of Deal
Lex was dressed in clothes he would have picked himself, and sitting in an ultra-modern office, very clean, spare and he entirely approved of the choices. By the look of disgust that flashed over Mr. Hati’s face, he knew who’d decorated *his* room. Jesus. Figured a sadistic bastard like that would have taste in his ass.
Hati pressed him down into a chair, and told him, “Quiet. Wait. The Patron will speak to you.”
Lex’s heart hammered in his chest. Finally. Dad was about to reveal himself.
The office door opened.
Morgan Edge stood in the doorway.
“Hello, Lex. What a pleasure.”
******
“Lex…” He sat at the acres big glass and chrome desk, and folded his hands. He inclined his head, his mouth bowed in an avuncular smile, and his blue, blue eyes trapping him in his chair. “Lex. How good to see you looking less…peaked. Purple suits you, Alexander. Not many can say that.” he smiled on, and Lex felt he had to scream. Edge leaned back, away from him, and Lex eagerly sucked up air.
“We appreciate everything you’ve contributed to our cause so far--” Lex snorted and Edge raised an eyebrow. When Mr. Hati jerked forward, hand upraised, Edge motioned him back. Lex shivered.
“My father—I know Lionel did this, I heard those men mention Cadmus—that’s his research lab…”
Morgan was shaking his head. “No. Lionel is not involved. Cadmus Project has no connection to him or his business in any way. You know, the myth of Cadmus refers to the ancient Greek ruler who sowed the teeth of a dragon, which gave birth to a race of fierce, nearly invincible men. We’ve been trying to sow our own dragon’s teeth, and thanks to you, we may be closer to succes than ever before, Lex.”
All Lex understood, all he heard, was that his dad was not involved. “He doesn’t know? How can he not know?”
Morgan pushed something across his desk, Lex saw it was a copy of a newspaper clipping, the front page of the Daily Planet. The headline shouted “Luthor Scion Dies In Fiery Crash”. There was a picture of the Porsche, horribly twisted and seared black. Covering one corner of the Porsche photo was an inset photo of him, from his days at Princeton, he looked stoned, stupid….
He looked up at Edge. “What—what does this mean?”
“It means, Lex, that you’re legaly dead, you do not exist.”
The room swooped around him for a moment. “Dead. Dad thinks I’m dead—Clark, Adam…they think I’m dead.” Close on the heels came the realzation, “Oh...”
“You belong to us, yes. Or, more correctly, to Mr. Hati.”
Mr. Hati grinned happily.
“Now however, things change, we hope for the better. Your father is bout to find that you are alive. I’m sure he’ll appriciate knowing that.”
******
Lex sat in a plain wooden chair, in front of a gray screen. He wore clothing Edge insisted he wear, too big white oxford shirt, jeans. He held a newspaper with a date that had made him…made him throw up, actually. Almost two years…
“…and unless the money is deposited in the account, I’ll be killed—oh this is purely ridiculous, you might as well just blow my brains out now—ow!”
He dropped to the floor where Mr. Hati slapped him, blood pouring from his lip.
“The Patron didn’t ask you for your opinion, you have only to repeat what is written, and look appropriately frightened. *Not* annoyed.” He pointed at the prompter, his leather clad hand splashed with red. “What is here, understand?”
Lex spat blood and wiped his lip. He mumbled through stinging, swollen lips, “It’s crazy, it’s stupid—he’ll never believe that it’s me—he’ll figure you hired an actor, he’ll assume it’s a stupid prank, he’ll…” Dad might buy it, Lex knew what he looked like: malnourished, bruised, wearing cast-off clothing…he might believe it was him. And knowing Lionel, it might not mean a thing. He’d more than likely broken the will by now—everything was probably his.
“You present a good point. One we’ve discussed. Now don’t worry, we have a plan.” Morgan motioned Mr. Hati forward, and he came to kneel in front of Lex. He took his hand, and kissed his knuckles. He kissed each fingertip, and Lex watched him, licked his already healing lips nervously. Mr. Hati took his little finger and slipped it into his mouth, tongued and sucked it. Lex gasped and jerked, and when he felt teeth begin to close over it, he began to scream.
Mr. Hati let his finger fall from his mouth and laughed, pleased at Lex’s reaction to his teasing bite. Before Lex could draw a breath, begin to stop screaming, Hati whipped a knife from his pocket and severed the finger.
In a rush, memories washed over him, his finger being sliced away, growing back, and it happening…maybe more times than he could let himself believe.
He gratefully passed into the dark corners rushing at him.
******
When he woke again, he was stripped, his hand bandaged and he was on the bed in his very fancy cell. Mr. Hati was in the room, and Lex shuddered when he saw the long line of his back. He turned and smiled. “Awake, Alexander? Good.” He walked to the bed, unbuttoned his tunic as he came, dropping it behind him. He climbed up over Lex on the bed. “Feeling better?”
Lex’s breath came in short, gasping jerks, cold sweat popped out all over his body. He was weak—too weak to move. Helpless, terrified because of it, he was racked with trembling when Hati’s hand slid down his ribs, into his crotch. He bit down on a scream when the soft warm palm closed around his dick. A moment later, Hati drew back, was opening his pants, shoving them down his hips; grinding against Lex’s naked skin as Lex stuttered, “No, no no no….”
Hati shoved his hand under Lex’s hips, pushed his fingers into him.
Lex yelled, choked, and fought to stop begging. It was going to happen, he could only try to make it happen with less pain, or so he hoped desperately. He felt heat and hardness prod him, felt the push, the savage thrust that forced the head into him. The pain, the burn, intensified Hati slammed into him. He felt like he was being ripped to pieces. When he pulled out, the pain of that made his head reel, and then, he was being lubed, when Hati pushed back in, he was slicked and it wasn’t as painful. Not nearly as painful…he rammed in and out of Lex and Lex tried to escape somewhere inside himself, to wait….
******
“Lex. Oh my god, what happened this time?”
Lex was standing in the room they’d given him, his hand ached, it was ungodly painful, and Lex knew he’d lost that finger this morning and Clark seemed aware something very wrong had happened. He looked up at him--he looked so real, more and more, his dreams seemed to be more—solid. Did that mean, thank god, that he was finally going crazy?
“God, Lex. These dreams are killing me. Why do they keep happening?”
“…What?…”
“Lex, the things that are happening to you—they’re awful…this place--” He stopped and his jaw dropped as he looked around. “--whoa—is not the same. This is *really* different—this is pretty. Except for that ugly couch, wow that thing is ugly as sin. Better than that ugly cell, though.”
Clark looked so personally offended by the couch, Lex felt a momentary urge to laugh. As quickly as the warm bubble rose in his chest it sank again--Cell? He knew about the cell… “Clark. Clark.”
Clark was next to him in a second. Lex. He touched him and stroked his shoulder. “God, I miss you. I wish all the time that you were still alive, I miss you, love you…”
He murmured over and over how much he missed him, loved him, and he told it right into his skin and Lex leaned into his solid warmth, reluctant to interrupt him, except for one major thing. Dream logic made it important that he tell him--
“I’m not dead.”
Clark stepped back, a puzzled smile on his face.
“I’m not dead, Clark, I’m alive.” He took a deep breath, and felt a little giddy, like he was stepping over the edge into that elusive insanity.
Clark stepped back again. “…Lex?”
His eyes were wide and Lex could see…a desire to believe. It was so real, so very Clark…Lex decided what the hell—treat it real. “Everyone thinks I’m dead—I’m not--You’re in the castle, right? You inherited it. It’ll be yours in a few months, and Adam, he’s got every thing else, and Dad must be freaking out, and Clark…” Lex stopped, a weird feeling rose in him, a definite feeling of… “maybe…maybe this is real?”
Clark was white as a sheet. He shook his head, backed away and just…
Lex said softly, “It’s been two years…” and tears rolled over his cheeks.
For some reason, the tears broke Clark’s paralysis—he gasped, reached towards Lex. “It’s been two years…Lex…can this be happening? Can you really be alive? Lex, god, I want this to be real! Please let it be real!”
“Clark, shit--Clark--” and the dream shivered into a million pieces.
Continued in 4B
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