SV fic post:Out Of A Foreign Land part 5

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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*

behind this cut is the second cover!



Word count: 3104
Rating: nc-17

Out Of A Foreign Land

How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten
Can I get there by candlelight?
Aye, and back again
If your feet are nimble and light,
You'll get there by candlelight.

Candlelight flickered from every flat surface, pillars and votives and candles shaped like cats and apples--every god damn candle they could find in the shop below them. The lap, lap of water against porcelain wove through the sound of laughter…

"I could almost come just from this," Lex groaned. "Ah…who'd think a fucking bath could feel so damn gooood?" Adam laughed lightly, rubbed the sponge over Lex's back, water ran off him in wide grey rills. "Aaaah…"

Adam was still naked and wet from his own bath, freshly clean, gold and gleaming in the candle light. He made Lex come up to his knees in the tub and poured clean water over him, and Lex grabbed Adam's hips and took his half hard dick into his mouth.

"Hey, if you do that we'll never get clean." He rubbed soapy hands across Lex's bare scalp, soothing circles around the bump on the back of his skull, down his neck and began to rock his hips. "Mmm, Lex, don’t…" he sighed and cupped Lex's head and pumped."Don't stop…"

Lex sucked Adam until he came before he let him rinse the rest of the soap away. Lex shivered hard…he was clean, but damn the water was cold…

After, clean, dry, and dressed again, they ate real food, and drank real wine, and that evening, fucked in a real bed. "Perfect," Lex sighed, and stroked Adam until he pushed his hand away.

"Sleep. We need to talk in the morning." Adam said and turned away from Lex to sleep.

*****

"We want to go to Las Vegas. A new beginning, that's what the flyers say. We need to be there too. All these people have gone there." Adam was staring out to the street. He had the curtains pulled back to do so, and twisted the fabric of the curtain as he spoke. Lex's attention was drawn to the motion and he noticed that the curtains were dotted with little cherries. They matched the cherries on the duvet thrown across the bed he was sprawled on. There were cherries on the tiny toss pillows he'd shoved to the floor, and on the border near the room's ceiling, red and green and black. It was meant to be cheerful, he imagined. He wondered if the person who'd decorated the place was gone to Vegas, or dead somewhere on the highway out of town. He looked at all the little cherry dotted items and stuffed animals they'd also heaved to the floor, and he was willing to bet they'd gone to Vegas.

Vegas was not…what he wanted. What he needed.

"You're going to have to go by yourself. I have to go home."

Adam stalked towards him. His eyes were flashing, bright spots of red glowed on his cheeks. "Home? What's home? Back to the Met? You know what's there." Adam's voice was louder, and he looked angry and Lex felt, somehow familiar. "You want to go to Smallville? What the fuck for? You fucking tried to do good for them and they threw it in your face. Fuckers."

Lex felt a chill trickle down his back. His voice softened as he talked to Adam and it was the way he used to speak to Dad, back when he still cared…"Well, I have things there we might need—weapons, medicine—" he hurried on when Adam looked doubtful.

"We don't need that stuff; besides, we have the gun in the bottom of your pack."

The trickle down his spine exploded into ice in his gut. "How do you know about that?"

Adam cocked his head and grinned at Lex. "Lex, Lex, Lex…I know more than you can imagine."

Lex backed up and Adam growled. "I know you, I know your type. There was you, fancy ass CEO of a big fucking corporation, and then me, one of the peons your kind ordered around—" he crowded against Lex. "Now there's no difference between you and me, hunh? We're exactly alike. We're the same." He pressed his hard length against Lex, pushed between his legs and rocked up into him until Lex began panting. "Oh wait—not the same. Without me, you'd be dead."

"I know, but I have to go—home, I—I—"

"That old woman told you to go home? What does she know? Crazy old bitch, squatting in a shack in the corn--I'm the one who'll save you, not her. Bitch." He unzipped, and Lex caught his lip in his teeth. He was burning, he didn't even want Adam but he was burning…Adam smirked, and stroked himself, "Yeah, you like that. Go ahead, put it in your mouth…"

Lex dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. He was prepared for Adam to be rough, hurt him (and that wouldn't be a new thing to him, once upon a long ago time, he'd even liked it that way.) but he cupped Lex's head, stroked the bare crown of his head and whispered, "Swallow it."

It was…weirdly gentle, Lex was thrown off by just how gentle it began, but by the end, all gentleness was gone. In the end, Adam was bent over him, panting, and Lex was on bleeding knees with a mouthful of come he was about to swallow. Adam had other ideas—he gripped Lex's jaw, held the other hand under his chin and said, "Spit." He looked up and Adam's eyes were red and bottomless, just like the alien's. "Spit." and Lex spit come into the palm of his hand. Adam was hard again, eyes glittering as he sneered at Lex.

"See what you do to me? Get up, spread your legs." Adam yanked the back of his pants down, and then his fingers were invading him, slick with his own come, but not slick enough. He had two fingers in him, three, and Lex was grunting with the pain. Slowly, he gave, opened enough that he felt something else besides raw pain, and the come slick head of Adam's dick was pushing inside, this time slowly, dragging in and out, growing hotter, stabbing him with jagged bolts of reluctant pleasure…

"You were made for me…no one else got in here before me, hunh? My little virgin," he snickered. He pushed deeper, and Lex squeezed his eyes shut and prayed. "Aaaah," Adam groaned, "you didn’t even know you were dreaming about me fucking you, did you…"

Never. Lex shook his head, sweat dripped and little drops that fell between his spread feet made dark dots on the wood…wood…he smelled hay, and sunshine, he felt cool breeze blow over his back, a big hot palm rested above his ass, and a clear sweet voice called his name—fingers bit hard into his shoulder, he felt the dick inside him swell, and he was back in the room of cherries, and his feet slid a bit on the cherry red rug and sweat made dark spots on the duvet—Adam was hissing, "mine," and Lex was coming too, and thinking 'Never. Never never never…'


Adam left him on the steps outside of the shop to check what he could scavenge for the journey to Nevada. Lex sat gingerly on the cool granite and lit a cigarette, sticking the pack he'd found into the top of his boot. He blew a long stream of smoke out, picked at the bloody scabs on his knees and thought about what had happened to him. And what Adam had said. He knew about the lady out there in the corn. How? …Lex smoked and watched Adam walking toward him with a grin. A spasm of pain twisted inside him; Lex felt his gut clench and Adam grinned even wider….

He stood and stamped the butt out. Not looking Adam in the eye, he said, "I'm not going. I know what I'm going to do, and I'm not going to Vegas."

Adam was bristling. He shouted, "What the fuck—don’t you get it, if we don’t go there, we die! We're going to Vegas, you hear me? Stupid cunt—I'm not giving up everything for you." He jerked towards Lex, and Lex waited, ready for it—Mercy had done more than just yell at him—

Adam dropped back, held his hands up, "Man, Lex—I'm sorry, I'm--god, so sorry." He dropped his hands, dropped his head. "I've just—just gotta damn short fuse, and I can be a horrible dick sometimes. I'm sorry. What do you say we start this afternoon over, okay?" He looked at Lex, his expression sweet and sincere and Lex dropped his hands too, but he didn't relax.

"Un hunh, start over, okay—let's pretend like you didn’t try to--to hurt me this morning."

"Hurt you—" Adam cocked his head at him and frowned. "I would never hurt you on purpose. I love you, I need you. We need each other."

Lex nodded. He backed down, and Adam came up to him, folded him into his arms and held him. "We'll be okay, you'll see, everything will be perfect."

******

Adam separated out the packs, piled the food in one corner and had Lex help him sort out medical supplies he'd cleaned out of a pharmacy. "See, I paid attention, you say we need medicine, I got you medicine, okay?" Lex let him talk, agreeing with everything he said, smiling, smiling—lessons he'd learned at his father's knee.

They had sex in the shop that night, on the duvet dragged down from the room of cherries. In the bright moonlight pouring in through the shop window, the cherries looked like drops of blood, Adam's eyes were black pools under the ivory bow of his forehead. Lex bit his lip and let Adam do what he wanted, and kept his eyes on his backpack, thought about what was in the bottom of his pack.

When it was done, they were both wet and sticky and Lex was shaking all over. Adam wanted to cuddle, something he hadn’t done before and that prevented him from getting to the backpack, and the gun. Bastard!Adam's arms were locked around him, legs tightly wrapped around his own. All he had to do was wait until Adam fell asleep, wait just a little, soon he'd sleep, just relax and wait…

'Wake up, wake up now.'

'I *am* awake and I'm not very pleased to be.'

'Not minding me any better that you used to.' Jonathan laced his fingers together between the faded knees of his jeans, smiled a little to take some of the sting out. Sunlight made his hair even blonder, his eyes bluer, as blue as the sky over head. A hawk sailed through the blue, floating on a breeze. Jonathan tilted his head back to watch, Lex tilted his back too, and sighed. 'I haven't seen a damn thing but crows since I left the city.'

Jonathan nodded, held his hand out to Lex and pulled him up to sit on the fence rail next to him. 'Not surprising, they're his eyes and ears.'

Lex looked at him. 'His?'

'That bad man in Vegas.' He shook his head. 'Lot of people who aren’t necessarily bad are out there. You know what they say about good intentions, but folks will generally take the road that doesn’t call for sweat and blood and hard, hard work. It's not always the right road to take—heck, it's seldom the right road to take. Lex, you've always had the desire to do right--there's a lot of good in there.' He touched Lex with his finger, in the middle of his chest, pressed against it softly. It was like having the sun light him from inside. 'There's a knot here, it's all snarled up, it just needs to be let loose, for all that good to come pouring out. My boy can pull that knot loose, just give him a chance. Be patient this time.' He reached out and gently squeezed his shoulder. 'Listen, that guy you're clinging to is a lie.'

He stared into Jonathan's eyes. 'I don’t want to—' he choked. 'He won't let me say no.'

Understanding flooded Jonathan's eyes. Sorrow. 'Son, I promise, you can get away from him. You run, and don’t take a damn thing, nothing you hear? You just run straight on home boy. You hear me Lex, wake up and run—wake up Lex---'


Lex woke with a gasp, his hand pressed in the middle of his chest. There was a dime sized spot in the center of his chest that burned, but it was a good burn. Adam was curled on his side, as always facing away from Lex. Moonlight glittered on his back, picked up the trail of fine hair running down his spine, made it seem coarse and thick, like a ruff of fur—he shifted and it glittered like tiny black feathers…Lex rolled away quietly, crept off the duvet, back to the door, his eyes on the pack—just some water, he should stop and take some juice or--or just a bit of food, band-aids—Mercy's gun… You run, and don’t take a damn thing Adam mumbled in his sleep and Lex backed out, not taking his eyes off the sleeping form once.

Outside, he leaned against the door, closed his eyes for one second ready, set, go… he trotted down the steps to the sidewalk, trying to be quiet, a little faster, down the block, looking, looking over his shoulder, afraid—suddenly afraid of Adam like a kid afraid the Frankenstein Monster was going to burst out of his bedroom closet—he was running, and the moon lit the way. Lex ran, ran and old memories crowded into his head, lent his feet wings. He ran down the squeaky clean main street, dashed between buildings, and began to hope a little. Old skills weren't forgotten, he was the fastest boy at Excelsior, outran nearly everyone, was twisty as a ferret and slippery as an eel—he laughed out loud, and in the next second was falling—

He hit something hot and soft—it squelched under his hand and burst open. His nose was filled with rot and death and he vomited violently, suddenly. He was backpedaling, trying to vomit and breathe and hold in a scream all at once. He'd found the townspeople who couldn't leave.

The smell…how did they not smell it before, how did they miss this…he tripped and fell and he was eyeball to eyeball with an empty socket white with maggots. He had nothing in him to give up, he gagged violently and leaped up and over the pile of dead, through the alley and back out into moonlight… once again he was thirteen and running for his life…

Outside of Cloverdale, he swore he heard howls of rage behind him, and put everything he had into a final burst of speed. By the time he felt it safe, his lungs were twin bags of fire and his throat was lined with razorblades. He ran until it was a physical impossibility…'Jonathan I can't do it anymore Bruce God help me please where are you Clark Clark Clark.'

There were bushes on a hill looking over the roadway, and he made for them, gratefully threw himself under them. Branches raked his face, ripped at his clothes and he was grateful for that too. His chest rose and fell; he panted desperately for air, and listened with all of his body. 'What am I going to do if he follows, he's got it all—I'll have to kill him, some how, have to…' Lex was gone without being aware of falling asleep. Still as death under the bushes, oblivious to the small insects that crawled over him, an owl that settled in the upper branches of the bush waiting for something to come out and die.



Adam woke up; moonlight shining on him alone…Lex was gone. "SHIT! Run you little motherfucker, I'm going to kill you—dead or not, I can still fuck you, I don't give a damn either way," he howled.

He burst out onto the sidewalk, sniffing hard. He could smell Lex on the air, he smelled him, sweet and funky, copper bright and dark chocolate and when he found him he was going to eat him up, all up…"Lex, you pussy, we’re going to kill you, pull your arms and legs off, faggot, faggot, kill you—" words that made no sense to him echoed over and over in his head. He was running hard, depending on the taste and smell of Lex to guide him, his hands were clawed, just itching to get hold of Lex, he kicked off his shoes to feel the road, to run better, faster…"I'm going to kill you, cock sucker, I'm going to rip you open from asshole to pie hole," he laughed wildly, whooping as he ran, and swinging his arms--it was funny, what he said, funny—he ran into a wall full tilt, felt his cheek split open, he tasted blood and felt it running hot over his chin.

"UNH!" He sat with a tailbone jarring crunch on the sidewalk. Oh god, oh fuck, that hurt…"Lex? Lex, shit, sorry…I didn’t mean it, you know my temper." He rubbed the blood away and moaned. "Come back, I'll be better, promise. Lex." He'd fallen at the mouth of an alley. He could make out a huddled shape in the darkness. "There you are little one, there you are," Adam crooned, "Come here, I just want to kiss you, just hold you a little, come on baby, you know you need me." He thought he heard shuffling, snuffling, some odd sound on the very edge of his hearing, like quiet moaning. "Don't cry little one, little honey bun, little cupcake, delicious scrumptious baby mine, don’t cry—"

The air exploded with sound, growling, barking, howling. Adam screamed as something ripped through the muscle of his calf and yanked him back towards the street.

A cocker spaniel crunched through bone and tendons, made his foot into a bloody mangled mess. "FUCK!" A poodle launched itself at him, fastened on his ass and pulled. A Doberman and an English sheep dog argued over who was getting his liver…. Adam screamed and screamed and disappeared under a fluffy pile of hungry, hungry canines, totally oblivious to the miracle of survival….


TBC
part 6

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Creeeeeeeeeeeepy~! This so creepy and so good! On to the next bit to read and be creeped out and HOPEFULLY to find Clark again.