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roxyTitle:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:4
Summary: Canon? What? Who? I can’t hear you….
Previous Parts are here, dressed like beatniks and drinking absinthe...ah, my bad. lime kool-aid and night train---close enough.
“I’m back.”
I’m in here.”
Lex nodded. Of course. He walked around the wall that separated the foyer from the living area. He still had his coat over his arm, and briefcase in his hand. He dropped the coat over the back of the couch, and Clark looked up from the corner he’d staked out as his. The afternoon light streaming in through the widows provided a puddle of sunlight for him to stretch out in, and he looked content, and every day, healthier.
Lex looked at him critically. “Did you eat today?”
Clark sighed, “Yes, I ate a highly nutritious lunch, thank you very much.” He grinned. “And pie, your cook makes a pretty good cherry pie.”
Lex wandered over to his desk and tossed his briefcase on it, and went through the mail there. “Pie is fine, as long as you didn’t have it for lunch.”
Clark coughed and studied his book intently.
“You didn’t just have pie for lunch, did you? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” He shook his head when Clark didn’t answer. “On the plus side, I see you were busy today.”
There were textbooks in a stack on the floor in front of Clark. He grinned. “I think you’ll be pleased with my test results. My instructor says I’ve got a feel for history. He says it’s a pleasure to work with me—and stop that,” he said, at Lex’s look. “He means teach and nothing else—geez, Lex, he’s a hundred years old.”
“Age has nothing to do with the ability to appreciate beauty Clark. Or, the desire to touch it.” Clark was blushing when Lex looked at him. He set the mail down, picked a book from the shelf and threw it at Clark’s head. It missed him and rebounded from the far wall. It missed him because Clark wasn’t on the couch—he was behind it, looking shame-faced, and Lex never saw him move.
“Damn it Clark, don’t dodge! How many times have we worked on that?” He threw another book and Clark remained in place, caught it as it slammed into his chest. He grunted and staggered back under imagined weight. He tossed it back, and Lex was able to catch it without difficulty. He flexed his fingers and smiled.
“Not even a slight sting. Better. In fact, terrific.” Lex had a basket full of exploded rubber balls that he dumped in Clark’s lap whenever he got frustrated with his progress.
Lex thought Clark had learned to adjust for his new strength very quickly. So much so that he was certain Clark had been taught this before…which opened further questions into Clark’s background. Clark had been as forthcoming as he could, everything he knew was open to Lex, and that only told him that parts of Clark’s past were as clouded to him as Lex’s own had been.
Lex wanted to find out what he didn’t know…
******
“Lex, seriously—you’re kidding, right?” Lucas looked through the fridge, searching for something known only to him. He resurfaced with a beer, and Lex watched him wander around the kitchen, paw through the contents of his cabinets until he rooted out a bag of chips. He came to rest opposite Lex, leaned a hip against the counter as he emptied the bottle. “You’ve been living with him, working with him all this time, he’s not even sick anymore, and you still haven’t fucked him?”
Lex snatched the bottle out of the air when Lucas threw it, and slapped it down on the counter behind him. He didn’t get paid to recycle; he had people to do that. He growled, “No. And really--none of your business.”
“What are you waiting for? He needs it. And don’t give me shit about how he doesn’t know what he wants blah blah psycho fucken’ babble blah. When you do finally stop acting like a priest, let him fuck *you*. Shit, you won’t be able to walk after but it’s so fucking worth it,” he laughed and tossed the empty bag of chips and Lex caught it, threw it behind him. Chip dust scattered across the counter, and Lex knocked the bag into the sink.
“You let him fuck you? And damn it, did I ask for this conversation?”
Lucas ignored Lex and went on. “He’s like… he’s perfect. His cock is perfect…when he bulks up some, he’s going to be flawless….” he shook himself. “Anyway, he’s damn good at it.” He lit a cigarette. “Those fucking dead people did at least *one* thing right in their miserable lives…”
“Lucas!”
“Hey, they did teach him to fuck—oh. You feel guilt about them? What the hell for? Do you think for one fucking minute they’d feel guilty for making you dead? Grow up. The world is like that.” He ground the cigarette out, and tossed the butt in the sink. “I have to go. I’ve got to meet someone, clean up one last mess, and tah, it’s over. Nothing but go from now on, Lex-Lex. Onward and upward, and all good works from this point out, right?”
Lex sighed, and closed his eyes. He felt Lucas standing too close, and then felt a knee on each side of his own. He had to strain to catch what Lucas was saying, he spoke so quietly. “Hey…hey Lex. Could you…” They were touching from knee to shoulder, when Lucas spoke again, there was an odd note in his voice. “Could you please just once, kiss me?”
“What?” Lex frowned and pushed his hand flat against Lucas’s chest, putting space between them, but kept his eyes closed.
“You kiss me--pretend you want to--one time, that’s all, and I promise, I’ll never, ever bother you again.” He leaned closer. “All those times I messed with you, I was never kidding.”
Lex opened his eyes, and looked at Lucas. He stared at him a moment, and then, barely, he nodded, yes, raised his head, and let him….Lucas pressed lips to Lex’s, moaned against his mouth. Lex was startled into opening his mouth…for the barest second, they breathed together, breathed the same air.
“Okay.” Lucas stepped back. Stroked Lex’s cheek, and smiled. He backed away, and the shy smile changed back to something Lex understood from Lucas. “Hey, I’ll call you…”
He was gone, Lex heard the front door close, and after a minute o two, Clark wandered into the kitchen. “Hey, do we have to make our own lunch? Lex? Lex, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m good. Just…tired. Let’s go out to eat, love.”
*****
Lucas strolled into the secure room, hands in his pocket and a slightly bored look on his face. He closed the door behind him and locked it, leaned against it.
She was sprawled on the bed, wearing a silky bit of fabric that barely covered her. Lucas frowned, and jerked his chin at the closet, “You knew I was coming. Why aren’t you dressed? Take that stuff off.”
She skimmed off the negligee, stepped out of the puddle of lace and turned to him, arms open and smiling. Lucas frowned. “Come on. Not like that Change.”
She walked up to him, and twined her arms around his neck. “Come on. For once let it just be me and you,” she pleaded.
“Don’t be a stupid, bitch, there is no me and you. Get off.” He pulled at her arms but she wrapped around him like a cat.
“You’re lying; I know you love me, more than a little. You take care of me, give me stuff—gave me this.” She ran her finger under a thick gold chain around her neck, and the dog tag engraved with LL swung free. “Lucas Luthor.” She clicked it with her nails. “I’ve never taken it off since you gave it to me. Just like you asked. Tell me you don’t care.”
Lucas looked around the room—so bland, so normal. She was so happy with it; saw it all as a gift instead of payment. Thought the chain was for her…"Yeah, okay, a little. Sure."
He kissed her, hard and rough, the way ‘Lex’ always kissed him, and she purred, stretched in his arms. She leaped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and he kissed her, slid fingers inside her and flexed them, pushed them in and out, and sucked the moans out of her mouth.
“Harder, more, harder,” she panted, and writhed frantically on his hand, trying to get more sensation, better sensation….
"Whatever you want." He pushed harder, slid more fingers into her, deeper, wet slicking his fingers, his palm… “You want my hand up in there, hunh?” He laughed, and bit her, chewed at her breasts while he rubbed his thumb over her clit. Hands under her ass, he walked her over to the bed and dumped her on it. She landed in an ungraceful heap, legs wide, a feral smile pulling her mouth wide. He unbuckled, pushed his pants to his thighs and pulled her thighs farther apart—she growled as he shoved into her.
He fucked her hard, brutally, but the rhythm slowed and he found himself watching her face, listening to her. He was fascinated with her desperation, her need. He saw that she really thought she loved him. In a few short minutes she was straining upwards, arching and groaning, and he had to concentrate hard on not coming with her…he pulled out, his cock straining, so close to coming he ached. She gave him a gift back. She changed, grabbed his cock and swallowed it and he fucked Lex’s mouth. It hurt when he came, felt like his ass and his cock were on fire.
After, he lay with her on the bed, and held her as she slept. When she lost Lex’s form, he was awake, watching, still holding her. He got up, and cleaned quickly and dressed quietly. He had one last duty to perform. He kissed her cheek, smoothed the hair up and back from her forehead. Pressed the muzzle of the gun to the curve of bone, and shot. He checked to make sure she was dead.
Everything taken care of, loose ends tied up—well, his loose ends, Lex had the whole freak-show thing to deal with, but he had perfect faith in Lex’s abilities to succeed. He’d survived Dad after all. Whether he’d survive Clark was another matter.
Love was a fucking bitch.
He unclipped the necklace and slid it into his pocket. He wrapped Tina in her blanket, tucked the ends around her and stood for a brief moment at her side. Alerted his hand-picked staff about the clean-up and took one last look around before heading out.
He heard Wan Chai was lovely this time of year….
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:4
Summary: Canon? What? Who? I can’t hear you….
Previous Parts are here, dressed like beatniks and drinking absinthe...ah, my bad. lime kool-aid and night train---close enough.
“I’m back.”
I’m in here.”
Lex nodded. Of course. He walked around the wall that separated the foyer from the living area. He still had his coat over his arm, and briefcase in his hand. He dropped the coat over the back of the couch, and Clark looked up from the corner he’d staked out as his. The afternoon light streaming in through the widows provided a puddle of sunlight for him to stretch out in, and he looked content, and every day, healthier.
Lex looked at him critically. “Did you eat today?”
Clark sighed, “Yes, I ate a highly nutritious lunch, thank you very much.” He grinned. “And pie, your cook makes a pretty good cherry pie.”
Lex wandered over to his desk and tossed his briefcase on it, and went through the mail there. “Pie is fine, as long as you didn’t have it for lunch.”
Clark coughed and studied his book intently.
“You didn’t just have pie for lunch, did you? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” He shook his head when Clark didn’t answer. “On the plus side, I see you were busy today.”
There were textbooks in a stack on the floor in front of Clark. He grinned. “I think you’ll be pleased with my test results. My instructor says I’ve got a feel for history. He says it’s a pleasure to work with me—and stop that,” he said, at Lex’s look. “He means teach and nothing else—geez, Lex, he’s a hundred years old.”
“Age has nothing to do with the ability to appreciate beauty Clark. Or, the desire to touch it.” Clark was blushing when Lex looked at him. He set the mail down, picked a book from the shelf and threw it at Clark’s head. It missed him and rebounded from the far wall. It missed him because Clark wasn’t on the couch—he was behind it, looking shame-faced, and Lex never saw him move.
“Damn it Clark, don’t dodge! How many times have we worked on that?” He threw another book and Clark remained in place, caught it as it slammed into his chest. He grunted and staggered back under imagined weight. He tossed it back, and Lex was able to catch it without difficulty. He flexed his fingers and smiled.
“Not even a slight sting. Better. In fact, terrific.” Lex had a basket full of exploded rubber balls that he dumped in Clark’s lap whenever he got frustrated with his progress.
Lex thought Clark had learned to adjust for his new strength very quickly. So much so that he was certain Clark had been taught this before…which opened further questions into Clark’s background. Clark had been as forthcoming as he could, everything he knew was open to Lex, and that only told him that parts of Clark’s past were as clouded to him as Lex’s own had been.
Lex wanted to find out what he didn’t know…
******
“Lex, seriously—you’re kidding, right?” Lucas looked through the fridge, searching for something known only to him. He resurfaced with a beer, and Lex watched him wander around the kitchen, paw through the contents of his cabinets until he rooted out a bag of chips. He came to rest opposite Lex, leaned a hip against the counter as he emptied the bottle. “You’ve been living with him, working with him all this time, he’s not even sick anymore, and you still haven’t fucked him?”
Lex snatched the bottle out of the air when Lucas threw it, and slapped it down on the counter behind him. He didn’t get paid to recycle; he had people to do that. He growled, “No. And really--none of your business.”
“What are you waiting for? He needs it. And don’t give me shit about how he doesn’t know what he wants blah blah psycho fucken’ babble blah. When you do finally stop acting like a priest, let him fuck *you*. Shit, you won’t be able to walk after but it’s so fucking worth it,” he laughed and tossed the empty bag of chips and Lex caught it, threw it behind him. Chip dust scattered across the counter, and Lex knocked the bag into the sink.
“You let him fuck you? And damn it, did I ask for this conversation?”
Lucas ignored Lex and went on. “He’s like… he’s perfect. His cock is perfect…when he bulks up some, he’s going to be flawless….” he shook himself. “Anyway, he’s damn good at it.” He lit a cigarette. “Those fucking dead people did at least *one* thing right in their miserable lives…”
“Lucas!”
“Hey, they did teach him to fuck—oh. You feel guilt about them? What the hell for? Do you think for one fucking minute they’d feel guilty for making you dead? Grow up. The world is like that.” He ground the cigarette out, and tossed the butt in the sink. “I have to go. I’ve got to meet someone, clean up one last mess, and tah, it’s over. Nothing but go from now on, Lex-Lex. Onward and upward, and all good works from this point out, right?”
Lex sighed, and closed his eyes. He felt Lucas standing too close, and then felt a knee on each side of his own. He had to strain to catch what Lucas was saying, he spoke so quietly. “Hey…hey Lex. Could you…” They were touching from knee to shoulder, when Lucas spoke again, there was an odd note in his voice. “Could you please just once, kiss me?”
“What?” Lex frowned and pushed his hand flat against Lucas’s chest, putting space between them, but kept his eyes closed.
“You kiss me--pretend you want to--one time, that’s all, and I promise, I’ll never, ever bother you again.” He leaned closer. “All those times I messed with you, I was never kidding.”
Lex opened his eyes, and looked at Lucas. He stared at him a moment, and then, barely, he nodded, yes, raised his head, and let him….Lucas pressed lips to Lex’s, moaned against his mouth. Lex was startled into opening his mouth…for the barest second, they breathed together, breathed the same air.
“Okay.” Lucas stepped back. Stroked Lex’s cheek, and smiled. He backed away, and the shy smile changed back to something Lex understood from Lucas. “Hey, I’ll call you…”
He was gone, Lex heard the front door close, and after a minute o two, Clark wandered into the kitchen. “Hey, do we have to make our own lunch? Lex? Lex, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m good. Just…tired. Let’s go out to eat, love.”
*****
Lucas strolled into the secure room, hands in his pocket and a slightly bored look on his face. He closed the door behind him and locked it, leaned against it.
She was sprawled on the bed, wearing a silky bit of fabric that barely covered her. Lucas frowned, and jerked his chin at the closet, “You knew I was coming. Why aren’t you dressed? Take that stuff off.”
She skimmed off the negligee, stepped out of the puddle of lace and turned to him, arms open and smiling. Lucas frowned. “Come on. Not like that Change.”
She walked up to him, and twined her arms around his neck. “Come on. For once let it just be me and you,” she pleaded.
“Don’t be a stupid, bitch, there is no me and you. Get off.” He pulled at her arms but she wrapped around him like a cat.
“You’re lying; I know you love me, more than a little. You take care of me, give me stuff—gave me this.” She ran her finger under a thick gold chain around her neck, and the dog tag engraved with LL swung free. “Lucas Luthor.” She clicked it with her nails. “I’ve never taken it off since you gave it to me. Just like you asked. Tell me you don’t care.”
Lucas looked around the room—so bland, so normal. She was so happy with it; saw it all as a gift instead of payment. Thought the chain was for her…"Yeah, okay, a little. Sure."
He kissed her, hard and rough, the way ‘Lex’ always kissed him, and she purred, stretched in his arms. She leaped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and he kissed her, slid fingers inside her and flexed them, pushed them in and out, and sucked the moans out of her mouth.
“Harder, more, harder,” she panted, and writhed frantically on his hand, trying to get more sensation, better sensation….
"Whatever you want." He pushed harder, slid more fingers into her, deeper, wet slicking his fingers, his palm… “You want my hand up in there, hunh?” He laughed, and bit her, chewed at her breasts while he rubbed his thumb over her clit. Hands under her ass, he walked her over to the bed and dumped her on it. She landed in an ungraceful heap, legs wide, a feral smile pulling her mouth wide. He unbuckled, pushed his pants to his thighs and pulled her thighs farther apart—she growled as he shoved into her.
He fucked her hard, brutally, but the rhythm slowed and he found himself watching her face, listening to her. He was fascinated with her desperation, her need. He saw that she really thought she loved him. In a few short minutes she was straining upwards, arching and groaning, and he had to concentrate hard on not coming with her…he pulled out, his cock straining, so close to coming he ached. She gave him a gift back. She changed, grabbed his cock and swallowed it and he fucked Lex’s mouth. It hurt when he came, felt like his ass and his cock were on fire.
After, he lay with her on the bed, and held her as she slept. When she lost Lex’s form, he was awake, watching, still holding her. He got up, and cleaned quickly and dressed quietly. He had one last duty to perform. He kissed her cheek, smoothed the hair up and back from her forehead. Pressed the muzzle of the gun to the curve of bone, and shot. He checked to make sure she was dead.
Everything taken care of, loose ends tied up—well, his loose ends, Lex had the whole freak-show thing to deal with, but he had perfect faith in Lex’s abilities to succeed. He’d survived Dad after all. Whether he’d survive Clark was another matter.
Love was a fucking bitch.
He unclipped the necklace and slid it into his pocket. He wrapped Tina in her blanket, tucked the ends around her and stood for a brief moment at her side. Alerted his hand-picked staff about the clean-up and took one last look around before heading out.
He heard Wan Chai was lovely this time of year….
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3/18/07 06:49 pm (UTC)Clark and Lex are still so cute -- pie for lunch, throwing books as training,... SO CUTE!
You have totally messed me up so that I think Lucas asking for a kiss from Lex, before he goes to kill his nominal girlfriend (not that we knew it at the time), is bittersweet as opposed to seriously creepy. Okay it's creepy too, but still more then a little bittersweet, that Lucas could have a shy smile. Of course one of the reasons that Lex and Clark need to go to Smallville, or even just get out of Metropolis, is because Lucas is still riding a fine line denying Lex for himself, and with Tina gone... well that outlet is gone.
Lucas needs love, obvious another psychopath wouldn't do it, I guess he couldn't keep Tina alive what with his Lex kink, now that Lex was trying to emancipate all the mutants - Tina would totally tell Lex what was going on, but really someone needs to pull Lucas's sole focus off of Lex. I just worry that once Clark and Lex get fully together, if Lucas is around he much not be too happy about that, but I could be wrong. It is certainly easier to prod Lex to make a move then it is to see Lex after the move is made, I would imagine.
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3/18/07 07:51 pm (UTC)Clark and Lex are still so cute -- pie for lunch, throwing books as training,... SO CUTE!
*blushes* I can't help it, they push all my romance buttons! I just want them to be happy! For now....
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3/18/07 08:11 pm (UTC)And it's the after now that I am most worried about.... Smallville is going to be a thing isn't it?!?