SVfic post: Out Of A Foreign Land part 4

[roxy]

Title:: Out Of A Foreign Land
Author:: Roxy
Pairings/Characters:: Lex/Clark
Rating:: varying to nc-17
Word Count::
Summary:: Captain Trips has destroyed his world, but gives Lex one more chance to alter fate.
Notes:: written as an answer to the sv_renaissance "Steven King Challenge" 2008



This is one of two amazing covers that danceswithgary made for the story. Mind you, some high-pitched whining may have been involved. *koff*





Word count: 2611
Rating: nc-17

Out Of A Foreign Land

Lex walked alongside Adam, and for the first time in days, was aware that he smelled. Not just smelled—he stank with a fury. It bothered him, almost more than anything else…Adam laughed and nudged him. "Will you stop fretting about it? We both stink."

"Fret? Victorian ladies fret, men, especially Luthor men, don't fret. And what makes you think I'm *worrying*," he said, with a heavy emphasis on 'worrying', "about that? Stinking?"

"Well, let me see, you keep looking my way, you keep wrinkling your nose and making this little face, you lean closer to me and try and sniff stealthily…" Adam smiled, and it was like…a full moon rising, beautiful, glowing…"we stink. Both of us. I say our mutual stinks cancel each other out."

"I say you're full of shit, but I'll act like I buy it."

There was a small town off the next intersection and Adam convinced Lex their first stop should be there, they could scavenge for supplies, and, maybe there'd be someone there alive to help…That night before they hit the town, Adam offered him what he called an MRE, and for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, Lex had a hot meal. Beef stew. At his first bite, a deep ache cramped his jaws, the explosion of flavor made him groan. Food. God damn. Hot food, carrots and peas and…he swallowed hard. "Jesus, I love you just for this. Whatever you want, it's yours, anything I have," he moaned and shoved his hand back into the bag. He pulled out chunks of meat and vegetables, crammed them into his mouth and sucked his fingers clean. Adam watched him with gleaming eyes.

"Oh yeah? I'll remind you you said that," he chuckled. He fished about in his pack and crouched next to Lex. With a terrible sitcom French accent, he handed him a bottle of water "For monsieur's enjoyment, zee house wine. Pedestrian perhaps, but I sink you'll find it compliments zee meal perfectly."

"God, that's awful," Lex snorted, "really awful," he snorted again, and suddenly found himself howling with laughter. Laughing, really laughing, it felt…wonderful.


*****

"Lex. Are you asleep?"

"Not now. It's okay, I'm glad you woke me--I was having a rather vivid nightmare. A former…friend…was eating me alive. And spinning some kind of cocoon around his dad. Wonder what the hell that meant?"

There was a long, weighty silence and Adam said, "I was going to ask if I could move my bag closer, but I think I'll just stay here, thanks."

Lex snickered. "If my friend had had a sense of humor, we'd probably still be friends. Come on. Move over."

Adam shifted his bag over, and the night being so warm, he lay on top of it, arms behind his head, eyes locked on Lex like he was afraid that he might disappear. He said nothing, just looked, so Lex looked back. Out of the long sleeved shirt and baggy pants Adam wore, he was surprisingly built. Long legs and a narrow torso supported lean muscle, like a swimmer. He was very good looking, and noticing that was surprising to Lex. He'd gotten out of the habit of looking way before the end of the world. Sex had devolved into a quick relief brought by a little Astroglide and his hand. Shit…he squirmed under the bag and was thankful of the thick quilted cover. Adam's eyes narrowed a little and he gave Lex an insinuating smile.

Lex looked away and flushed hotly. He hated to think he was so transparent. Adam shifted, and even the sound of his skin moving over nylon made Lex stiffen a little. He licked his lips, was about to try and defuse his growing arousal with blather about anything at all and Adam said, "I read a lot of stuff about you, tabloid stuff. Was any of it true?"

"Meaning?"

"Are you bisexual? I read that," he smiled.

Lex pulled both his arms out of the bag and turned to his side, facing Adam. "Go you for reading the big words. No, I'm not bisexual."

"Oh," Adam said, and Lex's heart beat faster at the look on the other's face. It was unmistakably a look of disappointment.

"I like boys pretty much exclusively," he said, and tried to keep a light sarcastic tone, but his voice cracked, and he felt like he was about to fly apart or faint or--something.

"Thank god…I'm coming over there," Adam warned.

Lex fell back and opened the sleeping bag. "Good, that will save me dragging you over here."


Laughter was the second most wonderful thing, Lex decided. The *most* wonderful was a wet warm mouth sucking your dick like it was candy. Adam was good, but truthfully, he could have been fucking awful and it would still be the best blowjob in the world, any sex was the best in the world when you never expected to have it again. Lex twisted handfuls of flannel lining and pulled until he thought he'd tear the bag, he wrapped his legs around Adam and tried not to let go. "Oh, oh, oh, oh…" the sound rolled out of his mouth over and over, he couldn’t hold it back, not with Adam shoving strong hard hands under his ass and lifting him up and cramming his dick into his throat--Lex was so close to screaming, to coming, it was welling up in him like a tsunami made of fire…and Adam stopped.

"Oh no, no nooo…please don’t stop" Lex whined. He grabbed Adam's hair to pull him back and for a moment his palm told him that he was holding a handful of feathers even as his eyes told him, no, it was just hair in his hand, thick, black, warm, and just a little greasy…

"Hold still," Adam said, his voice raw and thick, "hold still." He moved higher up Lex's body, and pushed his legs to his chest. "Yeah," Adam said, and rolled the tip of his finger in the grasping pucker there and pressed. "You're going to eat me up," he sighed.

Oh no—

"Oh yes." He leaned down and put his mouth over Lex's in a deep, smothering kiss. Lex's fight for breath was completely lost when Adam shoved inside in one sudden motion. He screamed, filled Adam's mouth with his pain—

"Relax. Relax, breathe, it'll pass; it'll get better…promise." Adam moved slow and steady and relentlessly and it hurt so bad--Lex gasped, "fuck you, fuck you—", he was going to kill Adam as soon as he was able--and just like that it was better, in fact, it was so much more than better,* impossibly* quick he was climbing that wave again, burning again. Having him inside doubled, tripled Lex's need to come, when Adam nudged that spot inside of him, fireworks filled him, he wondered that he'd forgotten just *how* good it could feel.

"Lex, Lex, god, I can't wait. Are you ready? Come now—"

Ripples of sensation began in his fingers, his toes, his palms were tingling, the soles of his feet. His arms, his legs—tingling and flowing with warm electricity, his dick jerked and slapped against his belly and not even touching himself, he came—orgasm flowed over him and out of him, and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before—so beyond good he was almost frightened. my heart is going to stop-- For the longest time, he only heard himself moaning, felt his come hot against his skin and Adam dropped on him, he felt him sliding against the hot slick on his chest . Dimly he heard Adam growling, almost howling in his ear. He was vaguely aware of a deep pulse inside him, a wave of warmth…he was already crashing while Adam came and was almost asleep as he slipped out. Adam chuckled thickly against his chest. "We'll be nasty if we don't clean up now, Lex."

Lex threw an arm around his neck. "Tomorrow, close to Smallville, river, water…I wish…I wish…"

"What? What do you wish?" and Adam's voice was sharper, more alert than Lex expected after coming so hard.

"I wish we'd fucked in your bag instead."

Lex could hear Adam laughing and he slipped into sleep with a smile.

He pushed stalks of corn out of his way, seemed like millions and millions of stalks and they were so thick together, as if they'd been weaved to make a solid wall. He wasn't walking through them; he was fighting to get through them, throwing his body through the stalks, fighting hard. His breath was nearly a shriek in the heavy air and he was desperate to get out of the corn, oh God, had to get out now because something was behind him, something whose hot breath he could feel on his heels.

Sweating, gasping, cursing, he pushed on what seemed for miles, every time he thought, I gotta stop now, take a breath, just rest a second, a little voice said, don’t lose again, you have a fresh chance, if you stop now, you're lost forever. All he could see was corn, corn, no ground no sky…He was feeling shredded now, his hands were beating at the stalks, sweat burned his eyes and then, no more resistance, and he was stumbling, falling across a clearing in the middle of the field. Moonlight shone in the clearing, turning the sand white and shadows black as ink. There was a house squatting there and its windows yawned black and open, curtains white as bone fluttered behind the panes. If the house had been unoccupied, he'd think it was watching him, but it wasn't empty.

There was a wizened old woman on the porch---she was Black, and old--wrinkled as hell, worn to the bone, and he felt he knew her. "Cassandra," he gasped, knowing of course it wasn't but…she shook her head with a smile.

"No, no. My name is Abigail Freemantle. You can call me Mother Abigail and you're standin' here with me in Hemingford Home…" she stopped and looked puzzled. "Son, where's the other one? You're not supposed to be here alone. Where's your brother?"

"My…my brother? He's long, long dead, Mother. Unless you mean the other one, he disappeared from my protection years ago…" Lex felt dry, he wanted to ask for water, but he was afraid to. He was afraid of her…he wasn't afraid.

"Not brother like that," she said and folded her arms over a guitar in her lap. Lex suddenly realized she'd been playing it; when it went silent he missed the sound of it. She said in the tone of voice reserved for babies and the perpetually innocent, "I mean brother like Alexander and his general, like them Greek soldiers and their brothers in arms."

"Theban Band?" He was on solid ground now. She was speaking his language now. He smiled, a sardonic slash. "They were more than 'brother-in-arms'." He cocked his head, sneered at the ancient crone. "You know. Faggots," he said.

"Don’t you get smart with me, boy. I know darn well what they meant to each other. You can't offend me, and you can't hold me off. Now you go get your brother, and come back here. You both got some fresh work to do. Mind me now, you hear?"

His bravado evaporated, he felt like he'd been scolded for a tantrum. He looked at his feet and mumbled, "But I do have some one here. He's my lov—he's traveling with me."

"Oh no, not that one. Not that one."

"But Adam—"

"Hah. Don't call him that. Call him Lilith just as well—" she broke off and looked back to the corn and there were red eyes burning in the stalks, and he felt the hot breath on him again, right over his heart.

A wolf the size of a Buick Roadmaster came out of the corn, and stopped.

She fixed him with a glare a basilisk would envy. "Honey, you go home, you hear? Don't you let anyone tell you different. You go home and come back here with—"

Lex woke up to Adam licking his chest, licking loops around his nipple and teasing it to a stiff, tingling peak.

"I was wondering what I'd have to do to wake you up," he grinned. His hand was curled around Lex's awakening dick, and he swooped in to kiss him again, and Lex almost forgot what he'd dreamed of.
Almost.

******


Cloverdale wasn't any deader than anything else Lex had seen, it just felt that way. Even so, he felt like he was being watched, from the dead windows, the gaping doorways; out of the inky alleyways…his skin crawled. He thought he heard shuffling, snuffling, some odd sound on the very edge of his hearing, like quiet moaning. He felt an oppressive weight on him the minute they'd entered the little town. The town hated them, he felt it wanting them dead…Lex shook himself, and looked for his tether. Fucking Adam. Adam was jumping and jittering about like they'd discovered Shangri-La, so ridiculously upbeat, Lex longed to kick him, slap the grin off of his wide, red, plush mouth, warm wet mouth…Lex shook his head. It was getting to the point he couldn't look at Adam without getting hard, and the bastard knew it…Adam suddenly stopped and winked at him, licked his lips…Lex shuddered.

The sun was coming up over the low skyline, they'd hiked all night after Adam woke him up, begged and whined and pouted until Lex agreed to get up and move. They'd arrived outside of Cloverdale before dawn, and Lex supposed it wasn't a bad thing—it put him a day ahead of schedule. Schedule—he laughed. It *was* a pretty funny word when it had no real meaning anymore.

They walked along in the lightening gloom, Adam in the street and Lex on the sidewalk, flinching whenever he caught his reflection in a store window. Every few feet, from a window ledge, from a fire escape or a bank of dumpsters, fat black crows rose into the air, disturbed by their passage, to flop down again a few more feet in front of them. They'd cock their heads and watch them move and Lex swore they were smiling.

Adam stopped short and Lex jerked to a stop, fear sparking in him like electricity. He whirled around searching for whatever had startled Adam.

"Look at that!" There was a handbill pasted on a store window, several…in fact, the entire block. Blood red bills were pasted to windows, stapled to poles, fluttering in the empty street…Lex blinked.

Empty. Very empty. Clean. Like someone'd come through with a street sweeper. There were no cars, no broken glass, no…"Smell," Adam demanded, breaking in on his thoughts.

"What?" Lex almost lifted his arm, but Adam was darting glances up and down the empty street. He spread his hands.

"Smell, Lex. What's missing?"

Lex took a tentative sniff…them, he smelled Adam and himself…and lilacs, grass, roses…"oh God."

"Yeah. No dead things."

There was no smell of corruption. There were no bodies. Adam ripped a bill from a pole. "They left. They were alive, and they went someplace better. Safer. Look." He shoved the paper at an unresponsive Lex. Lex shook all over at his touch.

"They were…alive? They left? Oh my God. Oh my God." Lex tried to imagine people, a lot of people, all of them healthy, alive, clean. "Adam."

Adam caught him before his knees hit the road. He chuckled and kissed Lex on the crown of his head. "Let's see what they left behind for us, okay?"


TBC

part 5

Comments

[rednihilist.livejournal.com]

Whoa. I think the most startling part of this chapter was of course the hopefully hopeful ending. But Lex's 'dream' of Abigail Freemantle, and her equating Adam to Lilith was what really disturbed me. And we all know who Lex's Hephaestion is, the man just has to go GET HIM! Grrr. I like my boys together, but my spidey sense is tingling, telling me you're not gonna make it easy for them. *folds arms across chest and puts on irrestible pout*

But, really. awesome update. You just keep me wanting more and I always end up going back and reading uyour updates two or three times, after they've been posted. To make sure I've gotten everything, and to enjoy your writing. You ROCK MY CASBAH! ;)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Most of the time at the Old Rose Homestead, it's a clex type ending. Every once in a rare while it's not, but trust me, I wouldn't dream of anything else but Clex here. *falls to your irresistable pout*

I started this story with the idea that Lex goes after Clark and hung everything else on that, so not to worry! *G*

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

So creepy~! God, I love it and I don't generally like creepy stories. Poor Lex getting all addicted to Adam because he's the only guy there, one one around. I can't wait for them to get to Smallville, find Clark and get things set to rights! Adam creeped me out in the series and he's creeping me out even more in this. *shudder*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Adam creeped me out in the series and he's creeping me out even more in this. *shudder*

You make me vibrate with happiness! Thank you!

[herohunter.livejournal.com]

Ah, every time you say Adam, I think of my darling... And then remember it's wittle Ian, who's also my darling, only on a smaller scale. Awww. And now he's in the way of the Clex and therefore, must die. *nods firmly*

This is awesome!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

AWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! ADAM!!! *clings to you*

And now he's in the way of the Clex and therefore, must die. *nods firmly*

Heck, yeah!

[kyanoswolf]

Adam weirds me out -- as I guess he's supposed to. He's too good to be true and definitely won't turn out to be if Mother Abigail's admonition to go get Clark pointing out that Clark's his Hephaestion is any sign.

Cloverdale being empty and clean points to a real letdown later.

Can't wait until Smallville and learning what's been keeping Clark.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

He's too good to be true
Oh you know that. Never trust the guy who smiles too much.

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

This is gorgeously written, and it totally makes my blood run cold. *shivers* Great dream with Mother Abigail and the corn and the wolf, but it only heightened my suspicions of Adam, and I'm so very anxious to see what's waiting in Smallville. *pokes you to keep writing* Great chapter!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Thank you so very much, I'm working hard on this one--I really love writing it. *crosses fingers and hopes she doesn't let anyone down*

[megamom2.livejournal.com]

You've got me hooked and on the edge of my seat, again. How do you do that? Your stories just reach out and grab me, leaving me eagerly anticipating each posting. I'm not much of an Adam fan, so hope he's just a small part of the story.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

Oh, considering how much of a bastard Adam's already been, I think he'll need to get corrected pretty darn soon. ;)

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

See you totally had me glaring at my screen asking why Adam was touching things, Lex-shaped things, that DO NOT BELONG TO HIM!!!!! Then you go an prove me right by having Mother Abigail straight up tell Lex Adam = No!


Grrrrrr, Lex is always the one that has his faith tested. But at least this time, hopefully, Clark will fight for him - listen to him - as opposed to letting other people shape his interactions with Lex. HOPEFULLY! And since you mentioned that you are adapting The Stand, I know for them most part who Adam has to be, which is why I'm worried about Clark pulling his head out of his ass before it's too late.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

See you totally had me glaring at my screen
score!!

I don't like this Adam. That lets you know right away what's going to happen. :)

As for The Stand, this is only a Stand flavored universe, so Adam might not be who you think he is. He's just evil, lower case E. But I reeeeeeally dislike him.

[tabaqui]

Duuuuuude. Love it. So fucking creepy. I loved *loved* Lex grabbing Adam's hair and feeling feathers, oh man, that's fucking awesome.
:)
*twirls you*

Love this!
And your cover is very cool, too.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*BEAMS*
Thank you!! When you tell me you like something, it makes me feel like I got a gold star *and* cookies! You can't see me, lucky you, 'cause I'm wearing a big cheesy grin and doing that airpump thing!

Oh, and jammies, not like I'm doing the airpump thing all nekkid or anything....

I probably could have left that whole bit out, hunh?

[luvmax1.livejournal.com]

So, is Adam supposed to be the Nadine Cross or Harold Lauder of the story?

I'm still very intrigued by this, Roxy. I can't wait for more. But I miss Clark! Mother Abigail is right- he needs to be there!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Well, a little of both as we'll see, but mostly he's that crazy bitch Nick and Tom ran into--the nasty little girl?

Clark's coming, I swear!!

[danceswithgary]

Adam is totally creeping me out and how dare he touch Clark's Lex! The feather-hair and the dreams. *shiver*

Waiting semi-patiently for more. *blink*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Good--Adam is a nasty man with no redeeming qualities at all and he is going to *pay*. *G*

[zephyr-macabee.livejournal.com]

I just found this story after seeing the cover made by 'danceswithgary' on her LJ. I am overwhelmed. I love CLex and 'The Stand" is one of my triad of favorite Stephen King stories (along with The Shining and 'Salem's Lot) so the combination is like Christmas all over again.

Lex's reply to Adam; "I'm Yves" nearly made me spit cola all over my keyboard.

I have friended you so I can watch for new chapters. Squee!

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

The story is only influenced by the Stand, so there probably won't be any appearances by King's characters, but I hope there's enough of the flavor to keep your interest!

Lex's reply to Adam; "I'm Yves" nearly made me spit cola all over my keyboard

Heee! thanks--self-indulgence is my middle name! And welcome, always room in the pool!

[lexii314.livejournal.com]

OH GOD!!! Is this one going to make me cry? Mariposa BROKE me :(

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

oh gosh, this one is nowhere *near* as sad as Mariposa. *clings to you* I made my own self cry writing parts of that one. :(

[rosy5000.livejournal.com]

I have a REALLY bad feeling about Adam. Especially after Lex's dream. Now he needs to get his ass in gear and figure out what happened to Clark.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

good instincts. *kicks Adam* He's a great big creep!!

[supercaptain182.livejournal.com]

Mother Abigail!!!

I loved the dream and the warning that Adam was Lilith. Now, I wonder what else they'll find in Cloverdale.

Is it alright if I'm wondering who the SV embodiment of the Dark Man is? I already have an idea, and this story is keeping me on the edge of my seat. Like everyone else, I'm eager to see what heas been keeping Clark. pg*

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh, the Dark Man has a very small cameo in this--so it might not be who you think it is--than again, he's filtered through Lex's dreams, so....

What's keeping Clark is really not that mysterious...oy. I'm getting worried now. *eep!*

[jakrar.livejournal.com]

Is there any chance that Oliver Queen will show up in this in his true colors as one of the bad guys? Just a thought....

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Erf! You will never see Oliver Queen in this LJ, not even to bash him. I just can't get on board with him.

Okay, let me backtrack and say, it's highly unlikely you'll see him--I don't want to jinx myself and end up writing some huge yakky story all about him! *shudder*

[aloneindarknes7.livejournal.com]

Hope! There's some hope after all, thank god! And sex! There's still wonderful sex! (even though it's not with the right person)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Ah, there might be hope. Maybe. *GRIN*

[quiet--tiger.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

The corn dreams make a hell of a lot more sense here, with the Smallville connection, than they did in the original book and movie.

Is this SV's season 3 Adam? Thank God Lex has somebody with him now. He was getting downright pathetic there on his own. You wouldn't think he'd be, for someone used to being alone, but aloneness is different when it's forced upon you rather than voluntary.

I'm curious as to the playbills and where everyone who was apparently in this town went.

Is this scheduled to be finished by the deadline? I may wait until it's all posted to read the rest.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

I've got my fingers crossed it will be finished by the deadline--I'm writing the ending right now--it might not be very well edited by the 14th but it should be finished. Yeah, he's got SV's Adam with him right now, poor shmo.

You wouldn't think he'd be, for someone used to being alone, but aloneness is different when it's forced upon you rather than voluntary.

Oh yeah, being alone in a crowd is a world of difference than being alone because everyone around you is dead. I think anyone with only the sound of their own voice for company would start to feel a little fragile.

[talitha78.livejournal.com]

I know that there's probably something hinky about Adam, but I still like to see Lex happy with him. He deserve a little bit of the happy in this story.

[priscel.livejournal.com]

I knew it! Well I hope Lex listens to Abigail. This is truly awesome! ^_^

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*BEAMS*

Thanks so much!