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Deal Part 6
Deal 6
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:3
pairing: Clark/Lex
So, I was going to wait to post this until I cleaned up and made the end readable, but I want to read the new stuff going on, so I’m posting this bit now and I will try and make the rest readable very soon! Again—weirdness warning. It’s odd, it’s twisty, and I don’t know exactly how we got here, but I’m having a hell of a great time! I hope you guys are having fun, too!
Lex dropped to Clark’s back, gasping, falling apart. Clark held himself up on shaky arms, aftershocks of orgasm racing through him. “Lex, did you mean to do that…it seemed…”
Lex dropped to the tangle of sheets and stared up at the ductwork in the exposed ceiling for a few seconds before climbing off the bed. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He knew Clark was staring after him, but he didn’t have the energy to stop and soften his memory of what happened.
In the bathroom, he hunched over the sink, and opened a faucet full blast. He was sweeping handfuls of water into his mouth when he realized the water was steaming... he’d turned on the hot and never noticed. He stared at himself in the mirror. What...who was he….
He touched the glass, pulled his fingertips through it like water, and a little voice whispered cold breath against his heart, You.
Shit. He gripped the sink, grit his teeth, peeled a bit of the porcelain away without noticing—with a curse, he repaired it and brushed the dust off his hands. His hands… he fisted them, squeezed until the nails bit into his palm painfully. He was beginning to…lose control.
No.
No problem, he’d just reorganize himself; change Things so that he could better control…Lex. Himself. He glanced in the mirror, stood straight. He rolled his shoulders and smiled. What was he? He was the perfect son, he was the perfect friend. He was an angel, with all the concern for humanity that an angel had….who was he? He was Alexander Joseph Luthor. He murmured, watching his reflection, “Death I am, the destroyer of worlds, who has come to annihilate everyone.” He laughed, and slapped his palm against his mouth to muffle the sound
“Lex? Everything okay?” The glass wall that partitioned the bathroom from the bed area clouded when Clark came near, and leaned around the edge. “You okay? I thought I heard something…”
Lex smiled and watched the cloud of gold and red come closer. It vibrated and hummed in a delicious way before coalescing, becoming his lover. “Clark.” He pushed himself back into the shell. “I’m fine—hey, why don’t we go to the market this morning? We can pick something up for dinner.” He glanced back at the mirror and he looked…like Lex. He turned off the water.
“Good idea.” Clark shuffled a little closer and kissed Lex’s shoulder. “Will you come with me to the library, after? If I don’t get started on this paper…” Clark passed him a hand towel.
Lex snorted softly. “Oh please, you could wait until five minutes before class--”
“Well, yeah, but it wouldn’t be right.”
Lex stopped drying his hands and looked at Clark, ready to toss out a joke in response when he saw that Clark was perfectly serious. Lex was nonplused--after everything the boy had gone through, after losing nearly everything that kept him grounded, kept him--human…Lex shook his head. Unbelievable. He’d had his heart and his trust broken and still, he believed in right and wrong. Lex folded the towel on the rack thoughtfully. And most of Clark’s pain had been brought about by what *he’d* done. His ‘bequest’ had been meant to comfort, to be a visible reminder of his love for Clark. Instead, the stupid gift of the castle had nearly been Clark’s undoing. What was so difficult to understand was that Clark didn’t blame Lex at all. Clark loved him.
Clark was willing to hold back all that he was capable of for a belief in something Lex wasn’t sure applied to the universe. Clark believed in right and wrong and probably happily ever after.
Lex shivered inside. That was just insane.
******
Lex cruised slowly down the streets, looking, searching for something inside himself, some feeling he knew should be there. He passed groups of…children really, huddled in their jackets, faces turned out to the street and searching too. Worn, tired, and trying to look enticing and the most part, all they had to offer anymore was their youth.
Lex stared through the windshield and didn’t care about any one of them. He looked into their eyes and only saw the quickest way to return them to dust and how that would be the right thing to do. Everything about them screamed out for oblivion. Their little rat like thoughts skittered and tumbled and searched for the dark—frightened of the light, frightened of thinking. Lex itched to reduce them to their basic components. His body remembered the beautiful fire, red mist settling over it like warm rain. He longed to reach inside them and break the strings that held them all together and recreate that lovely, lovely feeling…
Lex realized he was parked at the curb, the engine racing and his heart doing the same. Sweat coated him, cold against his face and under his arms. What the fuck--he didn’t want to kill everyone. Anyone. He really didn’t. He was out here to help, not hurt. Really.
They’d thank you, the cold said. They want it. They just don’t know how much they want it.
Shit. He had to get out of the car, he had to breathe, touch someone human. Think, think like a human.
A shadow peeled itself off the wall and a boy in a puffy coat spoke to him.
“Hey man, nice car.” Lex jerked, opened his mouth but nothing came out. He stepped forward, a stiff clumsy move that had him clutching at the boy’s jacket.
“Shii-it…” The boys eyes were wide and staring, not at him, but at the sidewalk behind him. Dust devils whirled and danced over footsteps carved into the concrete of the sidewalk.
“Oh--” The boy jerked away from Lex, powdered nylon drifting between Lex’s fingers as he straightened. The boy dashed away unnoticed as Lex concentrated, forced the cold icy murmur back down, contained the desire. He walked on, head down. High. Higher, he needed to be….
He lifted his head to a view of the city from the top of LuthorCorp Tower. He stepped over ductwork and pipes, gravel crunching under foot as he moved to the chest high wall that edged the rooftop. The night glowed with pinprick points of multi-color light. He inhaled deeply. Behind him, he felt a sudden gentle wash of yellow warmth. “You found me.”
“Yeah. We were worried. We couldn’t fee-find you anywhere. And suddenly—you were everywhere.” Clark sounded awed and...afraid.
Lex nodded. “Where’s Adam?”
“Someplace safe-I hope.”
He nodded again, moved away from the wall. “Wise,” he said. Clark moved back a small step but Lex could feel it. “Don’t be afraid. I’ve realized my destiny.” He grinned.
Clark swallowed and stopped himself from retreating. “Does it include me?” he asked. “Because a long time ago, you said we had a destiny—together.”
Lex tilted his head and pursed his lips. “Yes. I suppose we do. Come with me.” he said and touched Clark, pressed a finger to his chest, dimpled his shirt, skin, sank inside….
Pain shattered him and as quickly, whisked into nothing. Clark opened his eyes, slowly, and hoped that…that nothing had changed. He opened his eyes wider, and whimpered. The sky was metallic blue--it felt too big, felt like it was a few suffocating inches above them. Lex—Lex poured light. It danced off his fingers, streamed out of his too white flesh, and Lex watched him from eyes black as oil, and filmed with the same rainbow sheen. “Cool, hunh?” he grinned. Clark flailed, loosing balance. Everything felt—off. Too big, too small, too loud—the sky roared with a sound like a waterfall. Lex reached out and Clark forgot to be afraid. Lex’s lips were moving but the roar of the sky deafened him. He strained to make out the words and mercifully a voice in his head said, Listen.
I want to tell you what happened. Everything.
From the side of the road to Metropolis to walking out of the desert.
All of it.
Clark nodded and Lex cupped his head in his hands.
Clark came. It exploded, enlarged him. Burned him. It left him reeling, and empty inside—and Lex filled it. Everything that Lex had experienced poured into Clark’s mind, whole memories, complete—every taste, sound, smell, sight: the feel of Mr. Hati’s dick in his throat, the scalpel sinking into his ear, champagne, blood, his hand pressing intestines back inside, crying, the fingers…viscous red rain dripping into his open mouth and eyes…thoughts tumbled so thick and so fast that for whole minutes Clark forgot to breathe.
He had—Adam had--no idea, no idea. What Lex suffered would have killed a normal man—would have broken a normal man instantly. Lex, when he broke, still kept a piece of himself alive and before Clark could follow, examine that thought and understand it, Lex said Do you want to see what I see? And rainbow colors shimmered through the metallic blue, strings—threads—vibrated and grew form everything and shot up overhead. Clark looked upward, open-mouthed...threads were everywhere, millions upon millions of strings, writhing and pouring into the sky and he got the sense that Lex knew each of them, their function, their source.
Clark dragged his eyes away from the heavens and all light died. Blackness so total wrapped him, he only knew by Lex’s touch inside of him, that he wasn’t alone.
Look. Lex ‘pointed’ up, and Clark saw above the rim of Perfect blackness a white so total it burned his eyes.
There was nothing.
He was alone. Trapped under his own skull, aware only of himself, aware of the blood rolling down his cheeks like tears.
In the White were things, so huge it/they filled the white, so vast, so horrible, so cold. “Awful…angels…” Clark moaned as a single being rolled, it’s angles shifted and bled and roared…a huge red eye rolled and swept over Clark and moved past. The passage ripped Clark into cloud of particles.
Lex watched the cloud slowly dissipate, become a thin mist. The Thing that had filled Clark, held him together and made him Clark slowly unlinked it’s tendrils, unweaving from the alien mass like a dance. He was losing interest in the multicolored smear drifting away and the screaming of the angels distracted him. Clark was dead. Lex was bored.
Time to let go.
Time to move on.
TBC
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:3
pairing: Clark/Lex
So, I was going to wait to post this until I cleaned up and made the end readable, but I want to read the new stuff going on, so I’m posting this bit now and I will try and make the rest readable very soon! Again—weirdness warning. It’s odd, it’s twisty, and I don’t know exactly how we got here, but I’m having a hell of a great time! I hope you guys are having fun, too!
Lex dropped to Clark’s back, gasping, falling apart. Clark held himself up on shaky arms, aftershocks of orgasm racing through him. “Lex, did you mean to do that…it seemed…”
Lex dropped to the tangle of sheets and stared up at the ductwork in the exposed ceiling for a few seconds before climbing off the bed. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He knew Clark was staring after him, but he didn’t have the energy to stop and soften his memory of what happened.
In the bathroom, he hunched over the sink, and opened a faucet full blast. He was sweeping handfuls of water into his mouth when he realized the water was steaming... he’d turned on the hot and never noticed. He stared at himself in the mirror. What...who was he….
He touched the glass, pulled his fingertips through it like water, and a little voice whispered cold breath against his heart, You.
Shit. He gripped the sink, grit his teeth, peeled a bit of the porcelain away without noticing—with a curse, he repaired it and brushed the dust off his hands. His hands… he fisted them, squeezed until the nails bit into his palm painfully. He was beginning to…lose control.
No.
No problem, he’d just reorganize himself; change Things so that he could better control…Lex. Himself. He glanced in the mirror, stood straight. He rolled his shoulders and smiled. What was he? He was the perfect son, he was the perfect friend. He was an angel, with all the concern for humanity that an angel had….who was he? He was Alexander Joseph Luthor. He murmured, watching his reflection, “Death I am, the destroyer of worlds, who has come to annihilate everyone.” He laughed, and slapped his palm against his mouth to muffle the sound
“Lex? Everything okay?” The glass wall that partitioned the bathroom from the bed area clouded when Clark came near, and leaned around the edge. “You okay? I thought I heard something…”
Lex smiled and watched the cloud of gold and red come closer. It vibrated and hummed in a delicious way before coalescing, becoming his lover. “Clark.” He pushed himself back into the shell. “I’m fine—hey, why don’t we go to the market this morning? We can pick something up for dinner.” He glanced back at the mirror and he looked…like Lex. He turned off the water.
“Good idea.” Clark shuffled a little closer and kissed Lex’s shoulder. “Will you come with me to the library, after? If I don’t get started on this paper…” Clark passed him a hand towel.
Lex snorted softly. “Oh please, you could wait until five minutes before class--”
“Well, yeah, but it wouldn’t be right.”
Lex stopped drying his hands and looked at Clark, ready to toss out a joke in response when he saw that Clark was perfectly serious. Lex was nonplused--after everything the boy had gone through, after losing nearly everything that kept him grounded, kept him--human…Lex shook his head. Unbelievable. He’d had his heart and his trust broken and still, he believed in right and wrong. Lex folded the towel on the rack thoughtfully. And most of Clark’s pain had been brought about by what *he’d* done. His ‘bequest’ had been meant to comfort, to be a visible reminder of his love for Clark. Instead, the stupid gift of the castle had nearly been Clark’s undoing. What was so difficult to understand was that Clark didn’t blame Lex at all. Clark loved him.
Clark was willing to hold back all that he was capable of for a belief in something Lex wasn’t sure applied to the universe. Clark believed in right and wrong and probably happily ever after.
Lex shivered inside. That was just insane.
******
Lex cruised slowly down the streets, looking, searching for something inside himself, some feeling he knew should be there. He passed groups of…children really, huddled in their jackets, faces turned out to the street and searching too. Worn, tired, and trying to look enticing and the most part, all they had to offer anymore was their youth.
Lex stared through the windshield and didn’t care about any one of them. He looked into their eyes and only saw the quickest way to return them to dust and how that would be the right thing to do. Everything about them screamed out for oblivion. Their little rat like thoughts skittered and tumbled and searched for the dark—frightened of the light, frightened of thinking. Lex itched to reduce them to their basic components. His body remembered the beautiful fire, red mist settling over it like warm rain. He longed to reach inside them and break the strings that held them all together and recreate that lovely, lovely feeling…
Lex realized he was parked at the curb, the engine racing and his heart doing the same. Sweat coated him, cold against his face and under his arms. What the fuck--he didn’t want to kill everyone. Anyone. He really didn’t. He was out here to help, not hurt. Really.
They’d thank you, the cold said. They want it. They just don’t know how much they want it.
Shit. He had to get out of the car, he had to breathe, touch someone human. Think, think like a human.
A shadow peeled itself off the wall and a boy in a puffy coat spoke to him.
“Hey man, nice car.” Lex jerked, opened his mouth but nothing came out. He stepped forward, a stiff clumsy move that had him clutching at the boy’s jacket.
“Shii-it…” The boys eyes were wide and staring, not at him, but at the sidewalk behind him. Dust devils whirled and danced over footsteps carved into the concrete of the sidewalk.
“Oh--” The boy jerked away from Lex, powdered nylon drifting between Lex’s fingers as he straightened. The boy dashed away unnoticed as Lex concentrated, forced the cold icy murmur back down, contained the desire. He walked on, head down. High. Higher, he needed to be….
He lifted his head to a view of the city from the top of LuthorCorp Tower. He stepped over ductwork and pipes, gravel crunching under foot as he moved to the chest high wall that edged the rooftop. The night glowed with pinprick points of multi-color light. He inhaled deeply. Behind him, he felt a sudden gentle wash of yellow warmth. “You found me.”
“Yeah. We were worried. We couldn’t fee-find you anywhere. And suddenly—you were everywhere.” Clark sounded awed and...afraid.
Lex nodded. “Where’s Adam?”
“Someplace safe-I hope.”
He nodded again, moved away from the wall. “Wise,” he said. Clark moved back a small step but Lex could feel it. “Don’t be afraid. I’ve realized my destiny.” He grinned.
Clark swallowed and stopped himself from retreating. “Does it include me?” he asked. “Because a long time ago, you said we had a destiny—together.”
Lex tilted his head and pursed his lips. “Yes. I suppose we do. Come with me.” he said and touched Clark, pressed a finger to his chest, dimpled his shirt, skin, sank inside….
Pain shattered him and as quickly, whisked into nothing. Clark opened his eyes, slowly, and hoped that…that nothing had changed. He opened his eyes wider, and whimpered. The sky was metallic blue--it felt too big, felt like it was a few suffocating inches above them. Lex—Lex poured light. It danced off his fingers, streamed out of his too white flesh, and Lex watched him from eyes black as oil, and filmed with the same rainbow sheen. “Cool, hunh?” he grinned. Clark flailed, loosing balance. Everything felt—off. Too big, too small, too loud—the sky roared with a sound like a waterfall. Lex reached out and Clark forgot to be afraid. Lex’s lips were moving but the roar of the sky deafened him. He strained to make out the words and mercifully a voice in his head said, Listen.
I want to tell you what happened. Everything.
From the side of the road to Metropolis to walking out of the desert.
All of it.
Clark nodded and Lex cupped his head in his hands.
Clark came. It exploded, enlarged him. Burned him. It left him reeling, and empty inside—and Lex filled it. Everything that Lex had experienced poured into Clark’s mind, whole memories, complete—every taste, sound, smell, sight: the feel of Mr. Hati’s dick in his throat, the scalpel sinking into his ear, champagne, blood, his hand pressing intestines back inside, crying, the fingers…viscous red rain dripping into his open mouth and eyes…thoughts tumbled so thick and so fast that for whole minutes Clark forgot to breathe.
He had—Adam had--no idea, no idea. What Lex suffered would have killed a normal man—would have broken a normal man instantly. Lex, when he broke, still kept a piece of himself alive and before Clark could follow, examine that thought and understand it, Lex said Do you want to see what I see? And rainbow colors shimmered through the metallic blue, strings—threads—vibrated and grew form everything and shot up overhead. Clark looked upward, open-mouthed...threads were everywhere, millions upon millions of strings, writhing and pouring into the sky and he got the sense that Lex knew each of them, their function, their source.
Clark dragged his eyes away from the heavens and all light died. Blackness so total wrapped him, he only knew by Lex’s touch inside of him, that he wasn’t alone.
Look. Lex ‘pointed’ up, and Clark saw above the rim of Perfect blackness a white so total it burned his eyes.
There was nothing.
He was alone. Trapped under his own skull, aware only of himself, aware of the blood rolling down his cheeks like tears.
In the White were things, so huge it/they filled the white, so vast, so horrible, so cold. “Awful…angels…” Clark moaned as a single being rolled, it’s angles shifted and bled and roared…a huge red eye rolled and swept over Clark and moved past. The passage ripped Clark into cloud of particles.
Lex watched the cloud slowly dissipate, become a thin mist. The Thing that had filled Clark, held him together and made him Clark slowly unlinked it’s tendrils, unweaving from the alien mass like a dance. He was losing interest in the multicolored smear drifting away and the screaming of the angels distracted him. Clark was dead. Lex was bored.
Time to let go.
Time to move on.
TBC
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Even when you're ripping us, and them, apart there is such lyrical beauty to your words. This story has been such an amazing journey so far. Even when it hurts it's wonderful.
*hugs you*
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Even though I can't, from this point, see the happy ending I would really love to see, I love the vivid images of Lex unmaking and becoming unmade in this story. It reminds me of some of the imagery in Hourglass, only magnified by about a million.
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Becoming a god changed nothing for him. Lex still thinks in the negative. What happened to him wold destroy anyone, and it really broke Lex completely, it split him in two.
reminds me of some of the imagery in Hourglass, only magnified by about a million.
Oh wonderful! I wasn't sure if I was being too heavy-handed with those references...but this whole part kept playing out as Cassandra's vision in my head.
and don't count out a happy ending--really!
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I'm sufficiently freaked out at this point. I'm seeing the angels as being the size of a 5 or 6 story building, and I'm seeing these giants floating the sky. I'm also imagining how horrifying it would be to encounter something so much larger than yourself. Something that is so much more than what you are. It has to me absolutely horrifying to realize your own insignificance. And then to have that monstrosity focus its attention on you *shivers* I think anyone would shatter or come apart in that situation, literally or figuratively.
I'm not going to think about what is happening to Lex at this point. It's hard for me to grasp. I'm thinking it's because the character is existing on a level that exists beyond the normal scope of human understanding.
This story is like my favorite cheap booze, MD 20/20. It's good, but it f*cks you up and leaves you feeling wonky.
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HAH!! Damn, I like that! Shit, yeah--MD20/20? LOL!! I make you wake up stinkin' and wondering what the eff happened? Hell yeah--that's what this story is like!
I'm sorry, I've been working away on this thing all day, and I'm getting to the giddy part of the night!
I'm so glad the angels sacred you--they were meant to be creepy as fuck and twice as scary.
And then to have that monstrosity focus its attention on you *shivers* I think anyone would shatter or come apart in that situation, literally or figuratively.
We are on the same page through all of this lovey! Also, Lex knows what he has to do to fix it, he just has to make the decision.
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*flails*
Teh Queen of all Evol! Yis!!
*bows down*
*cowers away*
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Angels are real!!
*cough*
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In the White were things, so huge it/they filled the white, so vast, so horrible, so cold. “Awful…angels…” Clark moaned as a single being rolled, it’s angles shifted and bled and roared…a huge red eye rolled and swept over Clark and moved past. The passage ripped Clark into cloud of particles.
Yisssss.
Exactly.
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Shit...I scared my damn self.
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:)
*snuggles you*
Dude, so chilly here!
See my flannel pants and wolly sox!
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Oooo, you're all snuggly and cozy! I finally put on a jacket today--NJ is just starting to get a little damp and chilly. and of course, now my washer decides to die, so my flannel jammies are all forlorn in the clothes hamper...*sniff*
Can i borrow your wooly sox?
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*frowns at washer*
Yis, here, you may borrow my lufferly purple wooly sox. With added decorative buttons that Monstrous sewed on!
:)
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You! *love*
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You never fail to amaze me.
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Wheeeeeeee!!!!
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Your words. Your descriptions. They all own me BIG time.
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And wow...what an ego-exploding comparison! I'm going to print that out and make everyone I know read it!