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Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:3
Summary: So completely AU, that we might...not...be...on...EARTH! *cue eerie music*

ahhhhh...smell that? Mmm. Shmoop, fresh out of the oven.

Previous Parts are here, wondering just what Marvin meant when he sang,"Ooh Baby please turn yourself around."....

End of Part Two

“Clark, Clark…” Lucas had his hair twisted into a long black rope, and the rope of hair was wrapped around his wrist, like reins, He pulled the thick rope back, and Clark sank onto his dick and grunted---Lucas moaned loudly, and shuddered, Clark could feel his dick move, spurt inside of him, Lucas told him what was happening “—coming, coming you’re so tight, filling you, hot—fuck!”

Clark managed to bring himself off just before Lucas rolled off his back and dropped to the mattress. He groaned as his weight lifted, lay on his side for a moment and then got up, walked to the bathroom. He didn’t bother talking to Lucas. Lucas wasn’t much on talking afterwards. Most times, he just dropped off to sleep. Clark didn’t mind. He didn’t have much to say to him anyway. To anyone after sex.

He leaned over the sink, waiting the seconds it took for the water to run hot and glanced at himself in the mirror. He looked different. Not as pinched, he thought. Almost normal. Whatever that was.

Billows of steam rose up from the sink and fogged the mirror, and he washed his face in the hit water…his thoughts wandered to Lex. Lex seemed different too; he seemed very different from that guy he’d met in Smallville. That guy was a lot more like Lucas--sexy and mysterious, a little dangerous, and the feature of a lot of jerk off fantasies. This guy, this different Lex, seemed like a good person. He reminded him a little of Whitney, in the way he cared, the way he knew when to back off. Clark sighed. And that train of thought should not be followed, not right now.

Clark turned on the shower, his body on autopilot as his mind kept going to Lex. He wondered, what could have happened to change him so?

He should be just like Lucas and he wasn’t. Clark shivered. He was glad about that—he didn’t think he could survive another twisted pair. Even here in the safety of Lex’s house, every time he had sex with Lucas, afterward, Clark was just kind of relieved and grateful that he hadn’t been killed and eaten. He snorted, and was a little surprised that he felt like laughing. Yesterday at dinner with Lex had been the first time he’d really laughed, or wanted to since—since.

Clark worked shampoo into his hair, and wondered. How much freedom did he really have, or was this just a nicer enslavement? How far could he go, what would they let him do? He rinsed the soap from his hair, from his body and thought the only way to find out was to ask.

Lucas was out, snoring, wrapped in the sheets and looking like an innocent—totally unlike his waking self. Clark looked down on him, and felt a spark of gratitude. Thank God Lucas was completely crazy about Lex. It probably kept him from doing a lot of damage. Speaking of Lex, Clark wondered if he was up yet—and a sharp stab of pain shot up his neck and lodged behind his ear, and he heard—Lex talking, breathing, and that had to be his imagination. Clark shook his head. He rubbed behind his ear—it burned and throbbed, and it was happening more often, and he was beginning to realize it had nothing to do with migraines or other human stuff. This thing that happened, this pain and stuff, it had to be about him being an alien. What if he had something wrong, some disease that only aliens got? He bit at his lip. If that was true, and it as getting worse—he was dead. No one on this planet knew what was wrong—or what was normal for him. A sick, empty feeling crept over him, but he pushed it back. It was like Lex had said. He’d have to deal. He’d find a way, and learn to deal with it, like he always did.

******

Lex was talking rapidly into a phone squeezed under his chin, juggling his briefcase and an earpiece and hurriedly gulping a cup of coffee in the foyer. Clark watched the performance with interest. Lex snapped the phone shut, and glanced up—he looked surprised, and pleased to see Clark. The obvious pleasure in his expression warmed Clark, made him feel a little lighter.

“Clark.” He set his cup on the long marble table that ran the length of the foyer. “Can I help you?”

Clark licked his lips, and wondered how to ask him. He stuttered for a moment, and then, something rose up in him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time—“It’s a nice day, and I’m bored--I want to go out.” He stared at Lex, forced a scowl. Lex looked surprised but not offended at the tone of his voice.

“Of course,” he said, “If you don’t mind waiting a minute.” He set his briefcase down, and marched back to his office. He returned after a moment with a cell phone. “Here. Take this,” he punched in his number. “This is me, this is Lucas, and this is the staff number. If you don’t feel comfortable for any reason, call-here.” Lex reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, “Take this, and you can take a cab home, all right? And here.” He handed Clark a card. “You might need this. Get some real clothes,” he smiled. Clark was fully aware that Lucas’ t-shirt and jeans didn’t quite fit him; his sneakers were a little too tight—

Lex hesitated, and grabbed his briefcase. He looked away from Clark. “You—you’re coming back here?”

Clark smiled. “Where else would I go, Lex?”

Lex looked like he wanted to speak, but nodded. “We can share a limo downtown if you like.”

“That would be nice.”

*****

Lex shook his hand. “Have fun,” he said, and left Clark on the sidewalk in front of LexCorp. Clark turned; he could see the top of LuthorCorp Tower from where he stood. Lex was gone, and Clark felt a moment of fear. He was alone on the street again. A shiver ran through him and he looked around at the swiftly passing crowd, people parting to avoid him. He remembered those first few days in Metropolis, frightened and lonely…until he found friends…until a long chain of events catapulted him into the Galletti world.

What if the Galletti’s found him—would they try to take him? What if he saw Jake, or Eric? What should he do if he saw Eric…Clark blushed, filled with shame. If he saw him, he’d run. If he saw any of the people he knew from the market, he’d run. Clark wheeled and hurried up the sidewalk. Lex said he should get what he needed, and since he had no money and no prospect of a job any too soon, and sure as hell didn’t have any pride anymore, he’d be stupid not to take advantage.

*****

He wandered the street, still getting used to the novelty of having time that was completely his, and not some minutes parceled out to him. He did normal things, looked in store windows, bought pretzels from vendors, strolled around a giant chain book store, spent long minutes poring over racks of CDs, and wandering through shelves of books. He smiled at giggling girls, and considered a pretty guy who walked pointedly to the bathroom…in the end, he left with only a CD and a few books….

He roamed through the crowds and watched people’s faces, wondered which of them was like him—normal only on the outside, inside filled with horrible secrets.

******

It was afternoon, the sun was high, and the air was warmer and under the stink of diesel, the smell of damp growing things brought him a little sense of peace, he felt almost happy. He’d done well for himself so far—in addition to the CD and the books, he’d bought a few t-shirts, and a couple of pairs of jeans, and now he was taking a break, sipping a soda, sitting on the low wall that encircled a park. People in business suits rushed by, takeout bags in their hands, or newspapers, or phones, nearly identical harried expressions on all of them. He grinned—they reminded him, made him want to call Lex. He punched in the number and Lex answered right away.

“Clark—is anything wrong?”

Clark grinned, said, “Nope, I just thought maybe I should check in.” There was silence and then Lex said, “You didn’t have to, but I’m certainly glad you did.” They were both quite for a moment; Clark felt a loosening inside, like a knot was being opened. Lex spoke again. “I hope you’re having a good time.”

Clark sighed. “I am, thank you Lex.”

“It’s fine, Clark. Show me everything you bought tonight?”

“Sure, Lex. I’ll see you tonight.” Again a silence on the line, and Lex said. “Goodbye Clark.” Clark folded the phone into his pocket and the thought occurred to him that Lex might need a little reassurance from time to time, himself. A tall blonde stalked past him, walking a fluffy little dog and a leash studded with what looked like gemstones. It had a bow in its hair, and the collar matched what the blonde was wearing. Clark shuddered, grabbed his bags and walked quickly in the opposite direction.

*****
He was walking along, trying to decide which store to enter before heading home. He wanted to shower and wear one of the outfits for Lex…just so he could see what he spent his money on….

He stopped in front of one, more to look at the flashing videos than what was actually in the store.

“You’re not going to find anything to fit you in there—you’re too big—not to mention a man.” A gray haired stout woman stood next to him, a huge shopper’s bag hanging from her shoulder--on her the bag looked small. She gave the impression of being in motion, even though she was standing still, looking up into Clark’s face with a grin.

Clark suddenly realized he’d been staring in the window of a store that catered to young girls. “Oh gosh—Sponge Bob--” he pointed at the flashing video screens inside the store. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen cartoons--oh man, I’m not a pervert, I swear!”

She laughed, “I’m pretty good at picking up on pervert vibes—not getting them from you. Your taste is another matter, though.” She shook her head. “Sponge Bob? Bugs Bunny, now that’s when cartoons were good.”

Clark’s guard slipped, he laughed out loud. She was a cocoa brown, with a smile just like Pete’s and Clark thought maybe that was why he instantly felt comfortable with the old lady. “Where you want to go son, is that store over there. Tall and big. You ain’t big but you are tall. Plus, they’re reasonable. Say—if you don’t mind me saying so, you have beautiful eyes. Remind me of someone I met a long time ago.”

Clark blushed, and she grinned, “Oh now, that’s so cute,” and after recommending another store, she walked on, leaving Clark feeling a lot braver—and a little more normal. He’d talked to a stranger and she hadn’t been horrified, or repulsed, in fact, she seemed to like him…he straightened, and pushed the hair away from his face.

The store she pointed out had a display of manikins posed in front of a huge photo of James Dean in a red jacket; the manikins were wearing similar jackets. Oh, he had to have that jacket. When it was in his hand, he remembered he’d had a red jacket before, when he was a little kid.

******

He sat on a bench inside the park, eating a hot dog, and admiring his feet. He had a bright white pair of brand new sneakers on his feet, stiff new jeans, a new shirt—he was a little worried—the sneakers had cost so much but none of the cheaper ones had fit. Brand new clothes...something no one else had worn before. Real clothes that real people wore—not costumes, not some get up picked out for him—his own choice. Clark sighed, content. He ran his hand down one thigh. The denim was a little stiff, kind of heavy. Like the new jeans his mom would buy him at the start of the school year. The bags between his feet contained more jeans and shirts, and a sweater, and lots of boxers and socks, probably too many—a robe, and real pajamas. He even bought his favorite toothpaste, a backpack and a travel kit, just in case Lex and Lucas got really mad and threw him out. He’d have to find a place to hide the pack. Just in case.

He watched moms playing with their kids and thought about the package in one bag… a pink teddy bear; wrapped, ready to ship…he’d been carrying it around all day. Trying to decide if he should send it home or not.

He watched the little kids running around, screaming and laughing and being kids. He glanced at the clock on the bank across the street from the park, and knew exactly what his folks were doing right now, where his dad was on the farm, where his mom was—in the kitchen and…and right now, probably feeding Corinne. Or maybe taking her for a walk--and finally came to a decision.

An hour later, the package was on its way to Smallville. He wanted to write a note, but decided not to. He’d thought for a long moment about dropping Whit’s ring into the box but when he tried to slide the ring over his knuckle that horrible sucking wave pulled him under, almost made him gather up the box and bear and throw it all away, because if they remembered him, they sure wouldn’t want his alien ass anywhere near their normal kid. He’d been frozen with uncertainty, but finally, he’d taken a deep breath and decided to take a chance. He was glad he did. Even if he never met his little sister, she’d know that somewhere out there, she had a big brother who thought about her and loved her. And now, maybe there was another chance he should take. *Before I lose my nerve…*

“It’s me, Lex. Hey, is there any possibility of catching a ride back home with you?”

more to come--

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Ah, Clark, Clark.
*pets him*
Yay!!
*beams at you*

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