roxy | fic post:Mariposa

Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:4
Summary: any AU SV with Lucas can’t be all bad….

The Previous Parts are here,thinking about that fabulous weekend in France with

garryowen and still wondering what happened to their underwear….

The Black Angel’s…

The Black Angel’s…

Warm lips pressed into the back of his neck, an incredibly sensitive spot for Lex. His skin tried to raise non-existent hair, and a wet tongue tip tickled at the gooseflesh raised. He reached behind him and slapped what he came in contact with, and Lucas laughed and jumped back.

“Go the fuck away, Lucas—I need to concentrate. I’m trying to find ways to keep the kid from breaking apart at the seams.”

“I don’t think anyone’s got enough glue for that, Lex-Lex. Shit--he spent a lot of time enjoying the hospitality of our ‘friends.’ He’s already bug fuck crazy.”

Lex looked up, his eyes cold. “Crazy? I spent a year with them. I was fourteen years old. Did you think I was ‘bug fuck crazy’ when you met me?”

Lucas’ eyes went wide. He nodded. “Oh yeah.” still kind of regretting not taking advantage of that--shit. “But…but you got better. Maybe he will too. Anyway, he’s just a damn street kid. He’s not worth the trouble, Lex. I can get you some one else—”

Lex shut his laptop and rolled his chair way from his desk to face Lucas. His voice was low, soft, he said, “I got better because of you. I needed to take care of you—I wanted to take make sure you’d be safe and you were. I don’t know if Clark wants anything badly enough to…get better. I hope to find whatever it is. He will get better. Whatever it takes. You understand?”

Lucas knew damn well what Lex meant. He shrugged. Life was constant change; the trick was riding it out and taking advantage of the chaos. At fourteen, he’d pretty much been on his own, but he’d called the shots, just like now, like always—but Lex at fourteen—given to Van, and Bobbie….“Fourteen. Shit.” He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. He held it for a long second before exhaling. He opened his eyes again and smiled, wide and bright, “Lex? I wish Dad wasn’t dead.”

“What?” Lex’s head jerked up, he fixed Lucas with a glare—and laughed. “You can’t kill *everything* that pisses you off, Lucas. Some things…some things…manage to escape.” He gave Lucas back a smile as bright as his, and Lucas shuddered. It made him feel warm…tight.

*******

Lucas asked Clark one evening, when they were all sitting around pretending to be normal—Lex pretending to read the paper in front of his little fireplace cheerily pretending to incinerate ceramic logs, Clark watching fucking cartoons and pretending to be a normal teen and him pretending he didn’t want to rip out of his skin—asked him if he had the chance, would he like to take revenge on the Galletti twins. Clark thought about it, glancing over at Lex. He looked back at Lucas and nodded. “Yes. I would like them to pay.” He looked over at Lex. “They shouldn’t get away with the things they do.”

Lucas watched the change in Clark’s face when he looked at Lex. Softer, more open, less angular…Lucas saw too, that Clark’s skin was so pale it had a green cast to it. This kid was…unhealthy. Shit. What if he was sick, like in a terminal way? What if it affected Lex? Lucas settled back in his chair. He was grateful on two counts—for rubbers, and that Lex and Clark hadn’t fucked yet. Yet. He’d better talk to Lex soon…in the mean time—“Okay, revenge—how?” he whispered, “How would you do it, Clark?” Clark turned his full attention to Lucas. He looked into his eyes, ran the tip of his tongue around his lips. Lucas thought he was pretty hot, sick or not…wondered if he could get Clark to fuck him again…Clark’s lips were moving and his tongue flashed in and out of view. It was a skilled tongue, and he liked to use it…Lucas grinned. Poor Lex.

“…the law. Lucas, are you paying attention?”

“To what--what you said, or the way you were making me hard? I heard you—let the law handle them. Sure. And if you want to fuck, come on.”

Lex snapped the top of his newspaper down, and he stared at Lucas and if looks could kill…he smirked at Lex. “What? Hey, I’m just playing. Besides, I have a—somebody.” Lex looked very interested, too interested. Lucas winked at Clark. “I think, it’s time to take care of some business I’ve been putting off.”

Clark glanced at Lex, looked back at Lucas, and nodded, his face closed, and hard.

******

Lucas stood in front of the Galletti apartment door and waited until Van’s security let him in to the apartment. He carried a small package, and at his side was Clark. Clark twisted his fingers in the shimmery, nearly skin tight material of a black dress, glancing around nervously, but his gaze always came back to Lucas. He wore black lipstick, kohl made his eyes blaze in his face. Lucas smiled at him, reached up and twisted a black curl around his finger. “Shhh.”

Bobbie and Van swept into the room, and Bobbie lit up at the sight of Clark. “Mariposa! Back again…oh my sweetheart, not even Lucas might be able to take you back again.”

Lucas grinned, and pushed Clark forward. “Go say hello Butterfly,” and Clark walked across the room, grabbed a thick handful of Bobbie’s hair and kissed her, ferociously, hungrily, until she gasped for breath, backed her up until they hit the wall. She was moaning into his mouth, black smeared from lip to chin. He dropped to the carpet and shoved her skirt over her hips, buried his face between her thighs. She gasped and held his head, pulling her fingers through the dark curls. Clark sucked wet hot kisses against the silk of her panties until they were translucent, used teeth and tongue until she was groaning and grinding against his mouth, slid fingers up into her, twisting and pushing into her and she spread her knees as wide as Clark’s grip would let her.

Van looked on with a drugged expression, running his fingers over the tented front of his trousers. Lucas was behind him, licking his ear, whispering, “Who do you want to be Van, Bobbie, or Butterfly, who would you rather be?” Lucas pushed against the damp spot forming on the thin material, teased the tip of his dick. Van reflexively pushed against the press of Lucas’ thumb, eyes on his sister, groaning quietly over the liquid sounds of sex.

“I brought you a little something to help you enjoy the show,” Lucas said. “For the body and the mind.” He held up a glass vial filled with a familiar liquid. “It’s a gift…from me and Lex to you.”

Van groaned and laughed, thrust against Lucas’ palm. “You’re a lot more fun to do business with than your dad.”

“Let’s get comfortable, come on,” Lucas grinned and drew Van towards the bedroom. Bobbie followed them, Clark stayed behind, and Lucas waved at him. “Don’t be long.”

Bobbie and Van were in the bed, arms wrapped around each other, watching Lucas take his clothes off. He climbed on the bed with the twins, just as Clark walked in, and Bobbie called out “Sit between us, Mari.” He shook his head, and stood behind Lucas, whispered in his ear, and Lucas put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and smiled. When he held his arms out, there was a long slim blade in his hand. “Ta-dah,” he said quietly. “Time to pay the bill.”

Bobbie froze, eyes on Clark. “Mari—what’s going on?”

Clark laughed, high pitched and on edge. He twitched the hem of the black dress. “Fun, like Lucas said, its time for fun.” He turned and looked at Lucas, worship plain on his face. “Lucas is so fucking smart….” Lucas reached up, and pulled Clark down, kissed him, sucked his lip into his mouth and bit down. Clark groaned, slid his hand under the hem of the dress and kneaded his crotch, hissed in disappointment when Lucas pulled away.

Van rolled off the bed, hitting a button on the side of his night table “You’re going to die, you fucking asshole, I’m going to have you cut into steaks and fed to my dogs.”

“Unh-unh,” Clark said, and ran a hand down the front of his black dress, held it out, it was bright red. “No one’s coming.”

“Oh, good girl,” Lucas said and Clark wiggled, simpered.

“Mari, Mari, don’t do this, don’t--”

Lucas rolled forward and smacked her, hard. “Shut up bitch.”

“Oh me! Let me do it!”

“No, honey, first they need to know why.”

Bobbie gasped, “If it’s because of Mariposa--”

“Shit, I don’t give a flying fuck about what you did to him, he was a whore when you got him, he was used to being treated like meat. But Lex…when I first met Lex, he was a mess. Worse than me,” he jerked his chin at Clark. “Worse than her,” and Clark lifted his lip in a snarl, or maybe a smile. “You didn’t have to make him think you loved him. You could have torn him to pieces without that. You kept making him hope…”

Bobbie gasped, “But we did, I did love him. He was my little puppy. He slept in my bed, I fed him myself, he was always with me…until Van sent him away.”

Van snapped at her, “I didn’t want the kid dying on me. You were killing him, you bitch. His year was up, anyway. He was…pretty. It was fun at first.”

Bobbie stared into nothing and smiled a little. “I love my pets…”

Lucas was leaning over the bed. “You are bug fuck crazy. How do you run a business?”

She snapped back her eyes sharp and shrewd, drew herself erect and said, “Business is business. That’s different.”

“Yeah?” Lucas grinned, “Well trust me bitch, this isn’t business. This is pleasure.” He pushed the knife into her chest and Van screamed. Clark put a blade into Van a moment after. Neither wound was a killing wound and it took them a long time to die.

******

The bedroom was splashed with blood, the floor, the walls, the curtains--they trailed streaks of blood across the beige carpet as Lucas pulled them open. He looked out over the skyline, watched the sun begin to set. A hawk was gliding between the towers in the distance, and Lucas wondered for a moment what a creature of wild open spaces managed to live on in the city…behind him, the mattress squelched wetly as Clark jumped up and down on it.

“Honey, calm down. And be something else, will you?”

Clark shimmered into Lex. “Better?”

Lucas looked up, smile bright. “Yes, actually.”

******

Lex and Clark were eating dinner when Lucas came into the apartment. He looked odd, like he was completely fucked up and trying to cover it, Clark thought. He wrinkled his nose—the air was thick with a metallic, sickly-sweet smell. Lucas grinned at him, and Clark felt a sick feeling of elation—his chest tightened, his stomach flipped and a low thrum of excitement made his breath hitch. He inhaled again. He knew the smell, you couldn’t grow up on a farm and not know the smell of blood…Lex kept eating, he seemed not to notice. Lucas smiled wider. ‘All done,’ he mouthed, and Clark felt…victorious, ecstatic—they were dead—dead—they could never come for him, he was safe—

He crashed as hard. They were dead, Lucas killed them, and he’d done nothing to stop it. He might as well have killed them himself…he was just like them.

Whitney would never have done that. Lex…

Lex looked up at Lucas. “Hey. Where have you been?” he smiled, and in the next instant, frowned. “You look awfully damn pleased with yourself. What did you do?”

“I cleaned house. Took care of some loose ends. Made sure you were okay. Just like I told you I would because I love you. Whatever you ask for is yours, if I can give it to you.”

Lex said, “I didn’t ask you to do that,” and Clark noticed that Lex never asked what it was Lucas did….

“See? You don’t even have to ask for it out loud.” Lucas walked out of the room, out of the penthouse, and Lex stared at Clark. After a bit, he nodded. “It was worth it,” he whispered.

Clark shivered. He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure. He really didn’t know if it was or not, but he knew Lucas hadn’t killed the twins for him.

tbc, probably pretty darn soon, like tonight! yay for no work!!

eta:omg---smacking myself senseless!!!!

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