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Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:2
Summary: So completely AU, that we might...not...be...on...EARTH! *cue eerie music*

This bit was suppossed to be posted yesterday, sorry, [livejournal.com profile] danceswithgary, but someone was moping around the house like a big old 6'4" cranky toddler. So we had to stop and make a fuss. Bless his fuzzy little heart.

The Previous Parts are here, thinking if loving you is wrong--they don't wanna be right....



Satellite Of Love


It was minutes before noon, the sun was just beginning to slant across the living room floor and it made the red of the oriental carpet bright and dark as blood. Lex looked toward the large windows that made up one half of the living room wall, watched the sun flare off towers in the distance, idly followed the flight of a brave and obviously hardy hawk. He felt relaxed, warm, he had a paper spread across his lap and a hot cup of coffee steaming on the table in front of him. He’d been avoiding thinking about the creature Lucas had brought home last night, and doing that very successfully.

He leaned forward to take his cup, and behind him he heard a thump, and a curse, and Lucas stumbled into sight. He was favoring one foot, he was wrinkled and sleepy. His hair was wild, and he had a ladder of red bruises all down one side, from armpit to hip—his bottoms slipped a little and Lex saw that the bruises went even lower. He flopped down on the couch next to Lex, and yawned, rubbed his stomach. Grabbed Lex’s cup and drained it. Lex grimaced. “Couldn’t you have at least brushed your teeth before throwing yourself on me?”

“What, I smell?” He huffed into his palm, and made a face, lifted his arm, and sniffed. “Woo. I do kind of reek, hunh?”

Lucas smelled and looked like rough sex, he looked rumpled and used and too pleased with himself. Lex refused to rise to the bait. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work? Shower. Something…try looking a little less like you slept in an airport terminal?”

“You’re such a fucking nag. I’m heading out to the Tower in a bit…he’s just getting up too. I told him clean up and dress for breakfast.” Lucas laughed, “You’d have thought I was speaking Sanskrit or something. ‘Get dressed?’” he mimicked. Geez, those fucking twins.” He turned to Lex and smiled a gentle little smile. “Wait until I figure out what to do with them…”

Lex put his coffee down. “I want to see them. I want to talk to them, ask them why…”

Lucas shook his head. “No.”

“Dad’s not in the way anymore, I need to know--”

A sound at the doorway stopped them. It was the kid. Lex jerked, covered it with a cough. That kid looked awful—like he was two minutes from death…he was whiter than snow, nearly fucking translucent. His eyes though…Lex felt like they looked into him and beyond, they looked so oddly familiar. Lucas was grinning at the boy, as if it was perfectly normal for him to be there, as if the boy looked perfectly normal.

Lucas broke the silence with a laugh. “Hey Butterfly, did you get your ring back?”

The kid frowned, turned a violent red, and jerked his head. “Yes.”. He cast a quick look at Lex, and down again.

“What a drama queen,” Lucas laughed again. “Did it occur to you to just hand it to me? They weren’t about to frisk me, you know.”

Clark gasped, and Lex had to laugh, the look he turned on Lucas was so venomous, that if looks could kill, Lucas would have been a pile of smoking ash. “We’ll make sure it’s clean, won’t we Lucas?” He grinned at Clark’s beet red angry face and was treated to his own angry glare.

“So, Butterfly--”

The boy glared and snarled, his voice deeper than Lex had thought it was. “Clark. My fucking name is Clark.”

Impossible—coincidence—it had to be. There was no way this could be… “where are you from Clark?”

“You know where---he got me from Van Galletti.”

“No, where did you come from—I mean, where were you born?”

Clark started to laugh, little giggles that slowly turned into great hysterical peals of laughter. Lucas giggled along with him, and looked at Lex. He snickered and told him, “Warm milk, or hot tea, lots of sugar. He’s having a little melt down here. I’m sure you can handle it, big brother. Ciao baby,” he waved at Clark. “See you later.” He strolled out, leaving Lex with a huge hysterical boy, and a million questions.

*****

Clark was sitting huddled at the end of the table, a mug of tea clasped in his hands and a plate of cookies that he stared at as if they were poisonous snakes. Without the makeup, without the disturbingly sexy outfit and his hair wet and pulled back from his face, he looked an underfed twelve. Lex’s heart went out to him—he remembered himself in almost the same position. Yanked away from those…those two, dropped on his dad’s doorstep with no more word of explanation than when he’d been given to them—he’d felt sick, scared, lost…at least this boy didn’t have to deal with all that and Dad too.

“You don’t have to worry anymore Clark. You’re safe here with us,” he said, in as reassuring a tone as he could.

Clark’s head jerked up and a crooked smile twisted his red lips. “’Safe with us?’ With Lucas? He’s safe?” He stared at Lex until Lex felt silly.”

“Okay…you’re safe with me.”

Clark smiled wider, the tip of a canine showed, and his eyes looked wild. “Oh sure, sure I am. Thanks for buying me. I feel safer all ready. Can I go, or do you want me to…do anything right now?” His hands went under the table, Lex figured he was trying to hide how they trembled.

“No…no, you go. Ill talk to you later.”

Clark left, and the heavy energy that fizzed and popped along his nerves the moment Clark had walked into the room eased. He took a deep breath. He hoped the kid had someplace to go—and soon.

******

A few days went by, and a disruption at one of the plants kept him busy, working late into the nights, some days not making it home at all. When he was finally able to go home, he’d sometimes find Clark in his study reading, sometimes watching television. Lex liked that, he liked coming into the room and finding Clark there. The lamps in the study lent his skin a golden hue, and he looked so different, so—alive. sometimes he’d look up and smile, and that Lex feel it had been worth any frustration to get that look at the end of the day. Some days…if Lucas was in the apartment, then Clark and he would be in his suite, doors locked and Lex found himself hating that locked door…


“I bought him for you and you didn’t want him.” Lucas was sullen, angry that Lex questioned him about Clark.

“We don’t—you don’t own him, Lucas. The law frowns on owning people, in case you weren’t aware. Where ever he came from, offer to return him there. And leave him alone.”

Lucas focused on Lex. “Why? He likes it when I fuck him, not like he turns me down,” he said, and smirked.

Lex inhaled deeply, and let his breath out slowly, counting to ten… “How do you know he likes it? Does the kid even know he can say ‘no’?”

Lucas opened his mouth to protest, and then stopped. He looked mildly surprised. “Hunh. You’re right.” He shrugged. “Oh well. He’ll figure it out after a while--”

“Lucas! You have to tell him he can refuse you. You have to make him understand that we *don’t* own him.”

Lucas growled. “Stop trying to tell me what to do.” He frowned, yanking at the buttons on his jacket—after a moment he stood and snapped, “Fine, fuck you, I’ll talk to him.” He stalked out of the room and Lex rubbed his temples. Sometimes, talking to Lucas was like talking to Dad. He had as much a sense of morality. He’d probably keep on screwing Clark, because he really thought he owned him—couldn’t understand what was wrong with that. Lex sighed. He was fairly certain that Lucas wouldn’t hurt Clark too badly, but….

He walked out of the room and called out, “Lucas, wait--”


tbc

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2/12/07 06:30 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] arianstarr.livejournal.com
Lucas focused on Lex. “Why? He likes it when I fuck him, not like he turns me down,” he said, and smirked.

I don't hate Lucas, so much as I just want to... string him up by his toes and knock some sense into him.

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2/13/07 03:49 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Yes, yes! That's it, isn't it? He's not exactly evil, he's just--really stupid and pathologically self centered. Poor little puppy.

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2/12/07 06:55 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] myownghost.livejournal.com
clark's giggling fit when lex asked where he was born was sort of wrenching. poor clark. i'm glad lex likes having him there when he gets home from work.

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2/13/07 03:51 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Thank you! I really want to smoosh them together, I think it's kind of blocking me. *G*

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2/12/07 07:26 pm (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] tabaqui
*sniffle*

These boys. All of them.
*sniffle*

Miss Rose, hold me!

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2/13/07 03:52 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
*picks you up and shnuggles you*

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2/12/07 07:40 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] droolfangrrl.livejournal.com
"His hands want under the table"

went

MORE DAMMIT

take care, ok?

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2/13/07 12:37 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
*smacks self* Oy! Thank you love--frankly, I'm just thrilled it wasn't worse--I rushed this bit some! *G*

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2/12/07 07:52 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] talitha78.livejournal.com
Without the makeup, without the disturbingly sexy outfit and his hair wet and pulled back from his face, he looked an underfed twelve.

Awww, poor baby. *pets him*

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2/13/07 03:54 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Awwww! you softie you! *beams*

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2/12/07 08:21 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] ladydey.livejournal.com
Lucas, Lucas, Lucas... I should have known that he wouldn't actually be the one to help Clark heal. Lucas really just has no sense of the right and wrong. I love Lex's you have to tell him he can say no shtick, hee, awww, and really the morally challenged leading the morally blind.

It seems as thought Clark is at least starting to stick up for himself a little. Some.


The way that Lex, and I'm sure Clark's, feelings pop around each other is lovely. Honestly, it has to be so confusing for Clark if he's feeling anything like Lex is feeling. Hmmmmm, I think to get Clark away from Lucas and help him heal, Lex (along with a really good trauma therapist) should take Clark to Smallville. I'm just floating that idea out there.



I still want to work with Lucas to smite the Gallettis, most especially because I don't want then around when Superman starts flying (eventually) Superman can't crush people under his heal, into bloody pulps.

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2/13/07 03:58 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Hmmmmm, I think to get Clark away from Lucas and help him heal, Lex (along with a really good trauma therapist) should take Clark to Smallville. I'm just floating that idea out there.
it's such a good idea, it really is...I can see all kinds of interesting things happening from that. It's enormously tempting. I actually had Clark returning on his own, but gotta say--I really kind of like that. *roxy be all conflicted--again--thanks to you*

And hah--you knew Lucas wasn't going to help worth a damn!

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2/12/07 08:25 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] rosy5000.livejournal.com
YaY!!! PRotective!Lex!!! :D It's so sweet that Lex looks forward to seeing Clark in the study when Lex gets home. :)

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2/13/07 03:59 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Poor Lex, he has so little to look forward to, he's already getting attached to Clark.

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2/12/07 08:58 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] dm-wyatt.livejournal.com
Nice update.

I'm glad Clark is doing a bit better and that Lex is taking control of the situation.

*hugs*

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2/13/07 04:01 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Lex isn't going to let Clark get beat up any more, if he can help it.

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2/12/07 09:00 pm (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] danceswithgary
No problem on the delay, I certainly understand when they need to be babied that's it. I managed to get a chapter up myself yesterday, finally.

The whole ring fiasco and then “So, Butterfly--”

The boy glared and snarled, his voice deeper than Lex had thought it was. “Clark. My fucking name is Clark.”


Clark needs to get more pissed off, I think that's going to be what Lex needs.

Love it!

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2/13/07 04:02 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Clark is beginning to get that he has his life back.

Aaaah! new chapter! *hug* thank you!!

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2/12/07 10:15 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] cinderella81.livejournal.com
I just wanna hug Clark and smack Lucas HARD!!! Can I ... please?

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2/13/07 04:03 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Of course! but I warn you--Lucas might like it! *G*

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2/13/07 04:04 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] cinderella81.livejournal.com
Oh that's right ... I didn't even think about that!

Nevermind, I don't wanna smack Lucas if he's gonna like it!!

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2/12/07 10:25 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] jakrar.livejournal.com
I think Lex needs to move Clark into HIS room, where he'll be safe from Lucas, and then just...cuddle him (without sex) until Clark feels more secure. Or something like that. *nods* Loving this story!

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2/13/07 04:04 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
I think you might be right.

Thank you so much! *biggoofygrin*

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2/13/07 04:50 am (UTC)
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Posted by [identity profile] capnzebbie.livejournal.com
Good grief! For a genius, Lex is fucking stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!

Oh, and btw, *smacks Lucas*

*pets Clark*

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2/13/07 05:30 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
So true, so true. Lex is...*shakes head*

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2/13/07 05:17 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] theclexfactor.livejournal.com
SOMEONE FEED MY CLARK!!! Oh, and this was a great chapter :D *coughFEEDHIMcough*

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2/13/07 05:31 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
LOL! Okay, okay!! *G*

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2/13/07 10:42 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] maisonenflambe.livejournal.com
Oh, I just want to pet them all! I even like Lucas, and that's never happened before. I just know that he'll do the dirtybadwrong things to the Galleti's that Clark and Lex can't. *urges Lucas on*

And this:
Lex put his coffee down. “I want to see them. I want to talk to them, ask them why…”

Lucas shook his head. “No.”

Loves you muchly.

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3/19/07 05:17 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] herohunter.livejournal.com
Oh jeeeeez!!!!!!

I can't, I have to go to sleep!

*shakes tiny fist*

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11/27/07 08:20 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] miche-connor.livejournal.com
I savor your stories. I love to read a sentence, and then think about it, and then do it again. Wierd I know! But... I just love the way you write.

oh, this gave me shivers: "His eyes though…Lex felt like they looked into him and beyond, they looked so oddly familiar."

God Lucas. Laugh at the poor kid and then leave Lex to pick up the pieces. Somehow though, I think that's just the way things sort of work for them.

So - Lex is feeling energy from Clark. I don't expect Clark's feeling anything except that he's likely in danger again from crazy rich people!

Oh Lex, you don't want him to leave. Not at all! Look, you love coming home to him, you want to love him. And he needs you.

Lucas, you are NOT helping, but I can't blame you, and Lex... oh dear. I want to hold my breath and bite my lip--but instead I'll go on to the next bit. :)





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11/29/07 05:56 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Laugh at the poor kid and then leave Lex to pick up the pieces. Somehow though, I think that's just the way things sort of work for them.

That's definitely the way they operate. I figured it's what brought Lex back and on track, because it gave him someone to protect and care for, in a way.

I savor your stories. I love to read a sentence, and then think about it, and then do it again. Wierd I know! But... I just love the way you write.

I usually respond to words like that with an 'oh, thanks', or ignore it all together because I get embarrassed and I don't really know how to respond, but I have to say, I sucked that up like a thirsty plant. I don't have much confidence in my self here, not for a long time now. I had like, this anti-epiphany or something one night, and I'ved been trying to fight back from it ever since. *g* So, I'm getting a real kick out of this. Also, this story isn't as bad as I remember it being!

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10/17/12 09:31 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] confuzed.livejournal.com
Okay so Lucas can be buried alive.

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10/18/12 12:09 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] roxymissrose.livejournal.com
Oh, Lucas isn't so bad. sort of kind of....

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