roxy. fic post: Mariposa

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Perfect Day

“Clark, honey, sweetie pie….”

“What? What do you want Jake, I know you want something,” Clark growled.

“I have a huge favor to ask.” Jake looked a little worried. “Can you take a date for me?”

“A date? You mean—dance? Because I can’t dance--”

“Um, honey, I’ve *seen* you dance. No, I accidentally accepted two dates on the same day. I really need to make the one date—but I hate to disappoint my friend…do you mind? Just have dinner with him, that’s all, I promise, and you’ll be home in time for the news.”

Jake smiled, and looked so embarrassed to be asking that Clark gave in…as always. “Okay, I will.” Jake let out a little yelp, and grabbed Clark. “Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me!”

Clark was pleased that Jake was pleased. It was a little thing to do, and if it helped out his…his boyfriend…Clark flushed a little. Yeah. Boyfriend. He smiled at Jake. “Should I pack a bag…?”

“But of course! You’ll stay with me tonight. I’ll be home early too--I’m just going to an art gallery opening with--” Jake covered his mouth “—oh gosh, no names! But you’d be surprised.” He winked.

“Really?” Clark grinned. “Come on, tell me!”

“Weeeell, I might be able to be tempted with popcorn…and maybe a few M&Ms sprinkled in.”

Clark strolled over to Jake, and ran his hands over his shoulders, his ribs. “I’ll do my best to get it out of you,” he said, and stroked his thumbs over Jakes nipples. He leaned over and licked at his neck. He nibbled tiny little kisses along his collar bone.

Jake twisted away, red, breathing heavily, “Come on, let me get you ready.”

Clark frowned. “Ready? How?”

“My friend is looking for someone like Mariposa, not Clark. Does that bother you—if it does I really can call it off…” Clark looked doubtful, but Jake had asked and he’d already said yes…

“Well. I guess not. I suppose it’s okay.”

“Of course, honey. Trust me.”

******

Jake walked with Clark out to the limo--Clark felt odd. He’d never gone anywhere dressed like this; he’d never worn anything like this. The silly lost robe was the closest he’d ever come to dressing like a woman…and tonight—he didn’t recognize his own self. His hair was straightened, and Jake had pulled it back on one side to drape one shoulder. Make up he applied himself made him look kind of…exotic. He liked the sweep of black around his eyes, the red Jake insisted he use on his mouth, it made him feel—powerful. It really was weird, he felt stronger and braver in the gown and makeup than he’d ever felt before. Without thinking, his hips swung, and his head went up and back. Jake said quietly, “That’s it baby, show them. Show them who you are.” He opened the limo door, and said, “I’ll see you later, hon.” Clark smiled and slid in, still on a high and Jake suddenly pulled him close, and kissed him, hard.

“My lipstick,” Clark yelped, and laughed, his cheeks turning pink. “Geez, listen to me.”

Jake looked odd, weird, but he laughed too. “Mariposa—you are so beautiful. I—I think that you’ll be okay.”

Clark nodded. “Like you said. It’s just dinner, and make nice. I’ll see you later on tonight, and we can compare notes. And you promise to tell me who your date is?”

Jake said, “Sure, I promise. And you won’t have to go on any other dates, Clark. Thanks for doing this for me.”

The limo pulled off, and Clark twisted in the seat, and watched Jake get smaller and smaller.

The limo rolled into a parking garage at an address that made Clark whistle—the door opened and he was let out, and met by a couple of guys who moved like they were joined at the brain. They led him to a big glass walled elevator. He thought he’d meet the person at the restaurant. Meeting him at his place made it a little—too much like a date date. He wasn’t sure if he liked that. He shrugged. If it got too creepy, he could take a cab home. He smiled slightly. He was sure cab drivers in Metropolis wouldn’t be spooked by a six foot something guy in a dress….

A man in a suit stopped him at the door as the elevator opened. “You’re pretty,” he said and Clark blushed. He took his arm and Clark was about to ask him a question, when he felt a sharp, painful jab in his wrist.

“Hey, something jabbed me, you should check your cuff—ow!” Fire raced up his arm, flaring hot and painful in his veins—he jumped back and shook his arm, hard—and lost control of his legs, fell to his knees. The room swooped and swirled and the man smiled at him and Clark tried to hold himself up on shaky arms and weak knees, he was smiling as Clark tumbled and fell to his side, smiling as blackness crept in.

Can you help me find my puppy?” he said

‘What?’ Clark was confused… ‘Puppy?’ There was a shadow over him, and then a sharp stab of awful pain. Against the glare of the sun, Clark saw a glowing green rock in the man’s fist—the hand dropped and pain exploded in his head, but from the inside, the expected impact never came, and then it was dark….

*****

“Clark sent me to tell you—he’s gone. He left for home last night. I took him to the train station, and bought him a ticket. I didn’t want him to change his mind, you know Clark.” Jake laughed lightly, looking at the door, the stacks of vegetables and fruit, the oak floor.

Eric nodded, said carefully, “I thought I did.”

“Yes well, I figured strike while the iron’s hot, while he wanted to go,” Jake studied the labels on the wine bottles near the register. He played with some of the bottle stoppers laid out on a tray near them. He didn’t look at Eric. “I’m sure he’ll call us as soon as he’s settled.

Eric nodded again, looking at Jake. “You know, I think he kind of loved you,” he said, and Jake turned white, the stopper in his hand fell to the tray with a clatter of steel on steel.

“I’ve got to go now, I’ll…as soon as he calls I’ll let you know. I’ll be back—tomorrow, I’m sure.”

Jake fled the shop, and hurried down the street. Eric stood in the doorway; arms crossed tight, and watched him run. His suspicion—his fear—was that he’d never see him again, and he was right.

******

The lobby of the building the Gallettis kept house in was a huge glass and marble cavern, mirrors everywhere reflected multiple images of a sullen faced young man, about to step into the den of the two people who, along with his father, had done the maximum damage they could to someone he loved. Lucas caught sight of his expression in a mirrored door and grimaced, shrugged and settled a look of mild interest on his face. He very much hated mirrors.

He was met by couple of guys who dressed exactly alike, had the same expression, were so trained to work together; even their steps looked choreographed. They ushered him into an elevator, and he was taken to the floor converted to house the Gallettis and their staff. It wasn’t exactly tasteless, Lucas thought, right on the edge. Everyone he passed dressed alike, like the puppet boys who’d brought him to the floor. It was interesting.

When he entered the apartment, only Bobbie was present, and she was sprawled on the couch. She was painted carefully to resemble a healthy human being; she had the air of something carefully preserved. She couldn’t have been more than thirty, ands she was beautiful, but there was a strained artificiality to her that said much older…it was in the eyes, not in the porcelain smooth skin. He smiled. Generally, outward appearances meant less than nothing to him—he read the inside. He glanced around the apartment, and nodded. Sterile, no personal touch, everything carefully arranged as a photo shoot, and he figured this was a public place, window dressing. The real living space looked much different than this, he imagined.

A few other people milled about, but they didn’t count, Lucas knew. They were meat versions of remote controls, and he treated them as such. He handed over his coat without glancing at whoever took it from his hand.

“Um, Lucas Luthor. The one who got it all.” Her eyes slid over him, past him. “I know your brother.”

“Bobbie. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure—yes, Lex speaks of you. Water,” he said to the person that appeared at his side.

She looked interested, and this time when she spoke, her eyes actually focused on him. “Does he? Really…what does he say?”

“Not much,” he smiled over the rim of his glass and smiled at her. Not much Bobbie, you fucking whore bitch. His eyes go wide whenever he hears your name and there’s a little vein at his temple that jumps and. He touches his wrists every time. Mention Van and he looks---lost and a little crazy... Lucas contemplated doing business with them—he couldn’t wait. He would make it interesting.

She rolled to her side and asked him what he wanted in a bored voice, but Lucas cheated for a living before he was dragged into Lex’s world.

“No, it’s what you want, and what you’ll give me for it. I haven’t decided what you want to give me yet.” He leaned back and crossed his ankles. Smiled. “You can just…offer things, until I say yes.” He laughed and Bobbie smiled, looked a little puzzled, and the dawning of anger made her eyes crinkle and narrow and Lucas knew that she didn’t realize it showed.

A little blonde sitting at Bobbie’s feet smiled at him. Lucas looked at her and the pile of pictures she had in front of her. They were photos of one person, a tall graceful brunette, beautiful. “Am I interrupting something?” He asked.

“No, just some other business. I’ m buying a gift for Van, for his birthday. You two will come to the party?”

“Well, Lex won’t be attending—but I wouldn’t miss it for the world, and I know just what to give Van.” Lucas smiled at the blonde, and she backed away a little, fear in her eyes. She glanced at Bobbie, and made a small negative move of her head—Lucas laughed. Both of them knew Bobbie was too self involved to notice that Lucas was dangerous.

Bobbie looked excited. She gathered up the pictures and said, “He’s going to have a wonderful birthday.” She turned to the other woman. “And yes, on this. I’ll buy for what you’re asking.”

The woman stood. “I’ll collect tomorrow.” She left without a backward glance.

Bobbie watched her go, and sighed. “Bitch. She forgets herself. She forgets what I can do to her…”

‘She’ll never see *her* after tomorrow. That little prick had the look of someone about to bolt. Smart.’ Lucas watched Bobbie’s mask slip with interest. Dealing with them was going to be so much fun.

A staff person walked over to low table between Lucas and Bobbie, and laid down a little box and a glass tile before leaving. Lucas looked at the little tableau and smirked. Only an idiot fogged their mind. But then again, he was in the room with an idiot.

“Will I have the pleasure of speaking to your brother today?”

Bobbie tapped a little coke out onto the tile and Lucas had to keep his face smooth—he wanted to laugh when he saw that she had a little custom knife for cutting the drug, and a silver straw for snorting it. He bit his lip…oh he was going to enjoy playing with them so much.

She inhaled two, three lines, and sat up, indicated he should help himself. He murmured his thanks and looked away as she snorted another line.

“So—we had a deal with Lionel for a certain item. We want to know if we have a deal with you.” She smiled, bright eyed and eager.

“Why don’t you describe what the deal entailed…?”

“Our deal consisted of an exchange—your father had…” she made a great show of searching for words. “Interesting tastes. Tastes we were able to meet. We were generous. But so was he. Had always been, dear dear man.” She smiled, and Lucas felt the world shift under him, his skin jerk and crawl on his bones. Patience.

“He kept us on our toes, though, such tiny amounts...he claimed it was very difficult to make, very expensive, is that true?”

Lucas smiled. “We’re looking at it with fresh eyes. I’m reorganizing his research staff—I’d say there were some major changes coming.”

She smiled and said, “That’s what I want to hear.” She snorted another line of coke and said, “It’s magic, that shit--with it, every time you do this is like the first time, every time you shoot up, it’s like the fucking first time—that’s what we all chase you know—the first time. Imagine having it again and again…” She shuddered and smiled. Yeah…can't over dose, can’t get ugly and stupid…it’s a miracle all right.”

Lucas thought about his brother, chained to a man who had no respect for him, no love—kept in a box for people like the Gallettis…others. Lucas smiled, and pictured Bobbie lying in a corner of the room, with a spike in her eye. He pictured her gutted from chin to pussy. Thought that and decided, he’d save the games for someone else—this bitch and her fucking brother—he was going to murder.

******
Clark woke slowly, painfully, his first thought was for his mother, and then for Whit, and he remembered something strange happening…he moved a little and stopped. Someone was in his room…this wasn’t his room.

“Hello. Welcome home. Butterfly.”

“Hunnn…who…?”

“That’s your name, isn’t it? Mariposa? Oh, there’s some stuff here says Clark, but your real name is Mariposa.” The woman rooted through his overnight bag, his bag with Whit’s jacket at the bottom, his quilt was on the floor…the woman glanced in the direction Clark looked, his stuff tossed all over the floor like garbage, and she laughed, a high, crystalline peal of laughter. She tossed her black hair over one shoulder and smiled at Clark as if he shared her amusement. Laughter came from others standing in the room, but Clark couldn’t make them out, they were like shadows.

“Jasmine is so sentimental, brought everything little thing you own, it seems. You didn’t have much, and what you have is mostly garbage…but it does belong to us now.” She picked up Whit’s jacket. Held it to her cheek. “What a sad story behind this eyesore. Oh yes, I know that too,” she said at Clark’s startled look. She sighed. “I love romances and I bet you do too, don’t you?” She dropped it and moved around to the other side of the bed. “And I bet you thought, gosh, I’ve found love again. Jasmine, Jasmine…or Jake, whatever. I don’t think it was love…do you? Not that you’ll have much time to think about it. Lots of changes are coming your way, love, lots of changes.”

She called a servant towards the bed, they held a syringe. She said, “We’re going to have fun.” She held his head, and he closed his eyes and felt the needle in his arm--waited for the pain, the fire—but this time, the fire turned to something amazing…warm, wonderful. It filled him like nothing had before.

Clark got a shot. He got a shot. He got a shot—

People came in and out, moved him and led him, told him to do things and he did. Eat Mari, walk Mari, sit here, sit there. Come sit by me…he felt cool lips on him, cool hands. They roamed over him, in him, felt so good. He thought about nothing else but cool and soft, and sleep. And getting the wonderful feeling, the roller coaster ride into heaven. Finally, finally, he felt warm and safe, and the knives that hurt him before felt good, felt right.

A voice broke into his thoughts—lack of thoughts…he’d been floating on a cloud, trying to imagine his hands his feet, wondering if he still had them. The voice said, Happy New Year, and he focused, thought hard “…Bobbie…” he giggled.

“Oh yes. Come on, sweet thing. Let’s get you dressed.” He was passed from hand to hand, and dressed and made up and oiled and perfumed until he felt like someone’s doll. He was led out of the room and down a hall, into a room that was dim, and hot—so hot. There was a bed. There was man waiting on the bed. Clark looked into the man’s eyes and something that had been asleep since Jake sent him there awoke and shrieked, danger, run, run—

“Mariposa. Nice, come here.”

The cloud he floated in dissolved—dropped him back into the now, and there it was again, fear—black vibrating fear, bigger and colder and—He’d found him again after all these years, He’d finally caught up with him. Dad lied—the Man wasn’t dead. He’d just changed his face and his body and he was here. Waiting. Clark felt his legs move, terror kept his jaws clamped shut. He came towards the bed, and the man reached out and—

--hurt him over and over and over.

TBC..really...

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Lex where are you! Someone needs you! Help! *Sniff* Great update. Please don't leave Clark like that for long. Poor,sweet baby!

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