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the title of the chapter breaks in the first part of Mariposa were the title of David Bowie songs.

Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: lex & Lucas, for the moment
Rating: 2
Summary: This is an AU version of Smallville.



Men Of Good Fortune

warm sand under him, and a full soft mouth on his, air’s flowing into his mouth, and the lips move, soft, wet, dragging back from his lips to his brow…plush, so deep…
deep warm water sucks at his legs, arms, trying to pull him under. Seaweed wraps around his ankles like malignant boneless fingers sliding over him and tangling him up, pulling him down and down….
breaks the surface of the sea with a hoarse shout, beating at the dark waves in an effort to keep afloat. Bobbing above the waves and still, water drips in his face, it’s raining, drops pelt the ocean and the splash splash splash of water hitting water rings in his ears. Wetter drops, big and fat, hit his forehead, his skull, his eye…drops persistently hit his eye…
He blinks--and sun warms his bare shoulders, his neck—He’s in France, at Dad’s summer house. Sitting on the porch, sunning, in trunks and beach slides…warm... a cat’s on his lap, and over and over it’s licking his eye….

******

Lex came awake, enough to know he was at home in his bed, there was someone over him, he had a tongue in his eye—his fist shot out and stopped hard, it jarred him right down to his shoulder, and a familiar laugh sent mint scented breath gusting across his cheek.

“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Lex dragged heavy hands over his face; he was wet from eye socket to the top of his head. “What the fuck, did you just lick me until I woke up?”

Lucas grinned down into his face, Lex’s fist still caught in his hand, shaking a little with the effort to keep Lex immobile. “It was funny. First you were all smiles and ‘mmm’ and then you kept getting more and more freaked out. Funny.”

Lex yanked his hand away, and stood, debated pulling the sheet off the bed to cover himself and shrugged. Walked across the room to his bathroom, naked and goose bumps running up his spine. Cold, because no doubt the little brat prince turned the heat down as soon as he came in. And speaking of Lucas, he was right on his heels. Naturally.

Lucas followed him into the bathroom and sat on the sink while Lex pissed. He could feel the kid’s eyes on him…Lex glanced over. “What?” he asked, still sleepy, still grumpy. Especially grumpy.

Lucas was staring downwards. “Why don’t you shave those pathetic little hairs off? It’s like some mini version of a comb over or something.”

“Fuck you,” Lex snapped and looked down at the sparse ginger dusting around his dick. “Stop looking at my groin and tell me what the fuck you’re doing here—and how you got in, I thought I took your key. All your keys.”

“Lex, that’s so sweet, and so funny that you thought that’d keep me out. As to why I’m here…” he hopped down and ran a glass of water, drank a little before turning back to Lex, who was washing his hands and looking at Lucas impatiently. “Here’s the thing.” He took a big swallow, set the glass down and said, “Dad died last night.”

Lex stumbled against the sink and grabbed Lucas. “What? What the fuck do you mean—why the hell did you wait this long to tell me?” No surprise they’d contacted Lucas first, Lex had been out of the Luthor ‘need to know’ loop for a while. Still…it was the old man’s death….

“I just found out myself. I was…out. More or less.”

“Out? You were out…out partying, or out unconscious?” Lucas grinned and shrugged. “God.” Lex stood for a moment, absently rubbing his lip and thinking, ‘This is it—this means I’m finally free…could it be that easy? He’s gone and I’m free?’ He looked at Lucas. “Tell me what happened.”

“Heart attack. He was getting into the limo, took a step and dropped--hit the street. Boom. Gone,” He snapped his fingers, “like that. Good night, sweet prince.” Grinned.

“Heartless monkey,” Lex muttered.

Lucas shrugged. “So, now, you’re stuck with me.”

“No, you’re stuck with LuthorCorp. Go, make money, lose money, whatever. I’ve got Lexcorp to run. Get out so I can take a shower.”

“I can get in with you,” he leered and leaned closer to Lex. Lex pushed him back, hard, and he hit the bathroom door and laughed.

“That was only funny never, you sick bastard. Get out or I’ll drown you.”

Lucas grinned and walked out, leaving the door open. “I’ll get your cook to make breakfast—something besides toast and a pot of coffee…”

*****

Lex stood head down in the shower, let warm water pour over him and wondered how he should feel. The man that had contributed half the genetic material that made up Alexander Luthor was dead. Fell dead in the street and if God was good, he died in the gutter, in filth…he was finally dead. The man who raised him, instructed him in life’s little lessons, taught him to value the best money could buy...the man who’d slept with his fiancé, poisoned him, conspired with another bitch to murder him…if he wasn’t so fucking full of luck, he’d be dead now.

Bastard.

He barked out a laugh, and shook his head. He’d made life interesting, that was certain. Even after he’d grown, and realized that his father was never going to give him the unconditional love that parents were rumored to give their children, even after he’d stopped modeling himself on him and began to try and be his own man, part of him wanted his dad to love him—to at least like him. He’d wasted years lying to himself, making himself over into Lionel’s clone, and then almost killing himself in a fruitless attempt to prove—what, he was his own man? That hadn’t worked out as well as he’d hoped, He’d come crawling back, tail between his legs and he’d paid. Done everything he’d asked for…he’d paid a million times over for every indiscretion, every smudge on the Luthor name.

Lucas thought he hated Dad more, because Dad had rejected him, denied him a family, but Lucas had no idea how lucky he’d been. Lionel had no concept of normal family, never did. He had no concept of normal anything, the bastard.

Lex reached out and turned the water as hot as he could stand it and began scrubbing, starting from his toes and working his way up. staring into the tiles, scrubbing until his skin blushed blood red…cleaning, cleaning…all Lionel knew was ‘mine’ and ‘soon to be mine’, and what was his was used in whatever way he saw fit.

Lex stood under the scalding spray until Lucas yelled, “Hey, come on, you’re steaming up the whole room--you must be a fucking prune by now!”

Lex started, tumbled a million miles back into reality. Turned off the faucets and hurriedly wrapped himself in a terry robe.

“Come on, will you? I’m hungry!”

Lucas…Lucas might be a self-centered sneaky little bastard who’d do anything or anyone to get ahead, but still he was family, and all he had left. Not that he’d trust him as far as he could throw LuthorCorp towers…he smirked. But they shared some experiences, and the same world view, and they were both trying to pull themselves out of the moral quicksand Lionel had stranded them in. Dad left behind a pair of dysfunctional men, struggling to understand how to be normal people, both with chips on their shoulders a mile wide and only themselves to count on.

Lex looked up to the ceiling, and spoke to no one. “We are so fucked.”

*****

Once in motion, events ran smoothly and quickly, and Lex was more than grateful for that. The old man was in the ground. Lex thought to himself, and he’d never see his face again, look into his eyes, never feel his hand on his again…a bone deep shudder of relief shook him, nearly took his breath away.

Lucas paused with his hand on the doorknob, looked Lex’s way. “Are you okay?” At his nod, he asked, with a little smile, “Than are you ready?”

“Like I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow, and smirked. Bowed Lex into the lawyer’s office. “Eldest first,” he murmured.

******

Lucas of course got everything, and that was fine. Lex had expected it, wanted it that way. Lucas was pleased by the recognition, appalled to realize it *was* all his, and desperate for Lex’s help.

They stepped out of the lawyer’s office, Lex steadily ignoring the cameras, Lucas mugging outrageously. A terse “No comment” was all Lex would spare to shouted questions, and he shoved Lucas through the crowds to make sure he didn’t talk to reporters.

“Wow, what the hell was all that about? The vultures seemed a little more frantic than usual,” he asked Lex when they were safely relaxing in the limo. He yanked off his tie and stuffed it in his pocket, searched the mini-bar for beer.

Lex adjusted his tie so that it lay smoothly against his chest and tilted his head towards Lucas, his lips quirked into a small half smile. “That was about the two richest twenty-somethings in the Midwest…the west coast,” he murmured, checking his phone. He looked up at Lucas. “You’re going to have to give up some of your hobbies now.”

Lucas looked up from the bar, triumphantly holding a bottle. “No I’m not. I’m going to have to set up an account labeled ‘shut up money’.” He looked so cocky, so pleased with himself that Lex had to laugh.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

Lucas just winked.

tbc

Comments

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Hummmmmmmmmmm, I think I'm going to go with nice - I'm reading so many stories, WIP, where Lionel just needs to die, that it is nice that he just kicks it here. But, I guess that since this story has really nothing at all to do with him, Lionel would have been an unnecessary complication (in a world that is complicated enough).

Well, it is nice that Lex seems to have grown out of his punk phase - not that he won't light up and be all inappropriate when he sees Clark again, but a Lex edging towards mature adultness is, well, hotness.

Ahhhh, I see how you are going to get Lucas into Smallville - I imagine that this, Lionel death, is happening contemporaneous to the plant closing, etc... so at the very least Lucas is going to have to visit the various LuthorCorp holdings. Voila, Lucas in Smallville - and after he meets a totally more in your face Clark, oh that should be fun. I wonder if he is going to try and help Lex get Clark - in his totally non-helpful Lucas way - after it becomes clear that Lex is infatuated with Clark and Clark has come to his senses and returned home, without leaving a forwarding number.

Nice short section, especially for those of us still mourning Whitney. *lights candle; wears black armband*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*tips a little wine*

I like Lex right in between--starting to be his own man, but still struggling to it. I like him trying to break free of Lionel's influence.
*reads your comment*

Wow. Now you have me thinking--again!! Stop it!!

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Wow. Now you have me thinking--again!! Stop it!!

HeeHee! I do try, I do try.

[myownghost.livejournal.com]

ok! lex in the shower, a good start. i'm ready for this like i've been waiting for it all my life. ;)

(i was thinking about whitney this morning and feeling sad. that's a good thing.)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh! *hugs*

I thought it would be a nice way to bring the Lex. *G*

[frelling-tralk.livejournal.com]

Great update! :)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*dances* thank you!!

[tabaqui]

Ah ha.
Setting us up for something. Like Clark meeing Lex and loving him.
But.
He loves *WHIT* and always will and you killed him, you evol, evol fiend!
*sobs*

*sniffles*

At least in this story Lucas doesn't seem like a psychotic little twit. So much.
:)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

At least in this story Lucas doesn't seem like a psychotic little twit. So much.
:)

No, not so much. Not this time around. *koff*

*sniff* Whitney!!! Waaaaah!!

[talitha78.livejournal.com]

I love that Lionel is dead. *dances on grave*

I can't wait for Clark to meet Lex and Lucas!!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeee! *dances with you*

[danceswithgary]

So now I understand your concern about my little sociopath. *grin*

Gotta say, waking up your brother by licking him? Kinky. You've got a hella lot of backstory hanging out there and I'm wondering if it's going to sneak out somewhere or just sit there going neener, neener.

Very intriguing start to this part. :-D

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I love Lucas like I love Wade, and even more than I love Whitney. Soooo, I might need your help to keep him in check--he'll run right over me and take this thing over, like he's done to me before. *pinches his cheeks*

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

*in memory*

Ok... you get a few points back. You killed Lionel. Yay! And gave us Lex in a shower. YUMMY!!

Lucas is a psychotic, cocky little twit, isn't he. :P How soon will he be crawling to Lex for help? *grins*

I'm glad you broke away from Clark for this part. Switching to Lex & Lucas makes it easier to read.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Awwww! Whit, Whit! *sniffs*

Yeah, I figured we all needed a break. I know I did, and Lucas always makes me smile! And I love killing Lionel! Now, the boys have to deal with the fallout. *G*

[supercaptain182.livejournal.com]

As much as I loveeeee Whitney. Having Lex back is fantastic.

And you gave us such a present. Dead!Lionel is the best thing ever.
And Lucas--oh that boy, so psycho and I love him for it.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

LOL! Oh good! see? I come bearing gifts in apology!

[capnzebbie.livejournal.com]

Okay, you kind of made up for killing Whitney by killing Lionel. In the gutter. :)

And having Lex be the hotness.

I like bratty Lucas. He makes me laugh :D

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Heeee! Good, I'm glad you like Lionel in the gutter! *G*

I know, Lucas always makes me laugh too! *beams*

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

VERY nice section, though it leaves me wondering just what Lex has been coping with up to this point. Like maybe a father who was a little too...um...hands on with his twisted version of affection? And a half-brother who might well try the same thing? *shivers and hugs Lex tight* In any case, I can't complain about Lionel being dead. I COULD complain about Lucas being alive and well (never liked the little bastard, myself), but I suppose it will make things interesting. And I would NEVER complain about getting to see Lex in the shower. Though he could really use a Clark to scrub his back....

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*Thank* you! After Clark's piece, we're going to take a look at Lex and what he's been dealing with.

*gasp!* You don;t like Lucas? Oh my, I love Lucas! Or I should say, the version of Lucas in my head. *G* He's a million laughs, our Lucas!

[miche-connor.livejournal.com]

I had to take a break from this for a little while. Not because I wanted to, really, but because it was just hard to sit back and see where you were driving us. Now -- I want to look out the window. (Just to keep the metaphor going, lol.)

I liked this bit all on its own. Why? Crazy Lucas all over Lex (god, that made me laugh) and Lionel dies ignominously in the gutter. And Lex's “We are so fucked.” But are they? Somehow, maybe, they'll pull through. There's the hope it will happen.

:)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh hey! Now it's all better, yes?
I *LOVE* writing Lucas--he's so much fun in any incarnation! And how much did I love knocking off Lionel that way?*G*

[beet]

Don't you dare hook Lucas up with Clark, Roxy!! I know your wacky hijinks and don't you dare!!! *shakes fist*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

LOL!!!! wacky hijinks--I love it called that! *sigh* There's been no wacky hijinks in Story Corner for way too long. Need to fix that! *G*