roxy. fic post:Mariposa

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,

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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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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