SV fic post: Unleashed part 1 of 2
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roxyTitle: Unleashed
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
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myownghost wondered if there was anything more to say about Clark's character in The Dog, and epeters wondered if a reconciliation between Clark and his parents was possible. I thought, yeah, I think so.
"Every dog must have his day." - Jonathan Swift
Sun glowed at the edge of the meadow, poured through the leafy canopy above them, made the white flowers of woodruff dotting the deep green glow like tiny lights, painted Clark's skin liquid gold. Lex gazed down at him drowning in his beauty and thought how much he looked like a golden statue come to life, as if Eros had breathed life into a work of art to claim as his own. Lex pushed into him, slowly as he possibly could, moaned quietly as he sunk into Clark's inhuman heat. Being inside him was like leaving the world behind and waking in a paradise that was complete because Clark was there with him. For Lex, the wonder was in watching him caught up unselfconsciously in the throes of passion, his head thrown back, groaning, laughing, full of joy…no visible trace left of that broken whipped pit dog he'd been, not at this moment, not here…
Clark flexed his fingers deep in the carpet of emerald grass, the scent of woodruff, earth, of Clark aroused flooded his senses--made his heart beat faster, made his thrusts more urgent. "LexLexLex…" Clark chanted his name over and over, a low grumble meant only for his own ears, and every syllable accented with a groan and a tightening of muscle, as if just saying Lex's name was bringing him close to orgasm, just the shape and sound of the word. Lex moaned at the thought, he flexed, and shuddered himself, almost too close now. Clark growled, "Faster, harder, harder…"
Lex loved this part, being able to throw caution away, to put everything he had into filling Clark, to pounding wildly into him, without fear of hurting him—knowing that anything he did to Clark, Clark would take and love. "Lex," he cried, and dropped his head between his arms, pushed back as Lex pushed forward but Clark was careful where Lex was not, always careful unless Lex begged him, "hurt me…"
Lex tightened all over, flash after flash of sizzling heat filled him. Clark's breath hitched with every thrust, Lex reached under him and took the velvet shaft in his hand. Clark pushed a few times and Lex barely had time to enjoy the feel before Clark was jerking, filling Lex's hand—it drew him over the edge into his own orgasm.
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Clean again, still damp from swimming in the nearby river, they lay next to each other in the grass, Clark having coaxed Lex out into the full sun of the open meadow. Clark sprawled, legs and arms wide like a kid. He could never get enough sun, and Lex could never get enough of the way Clark looked…the way it made his skin light up from inside, the way it turned his hair to softly gleaming onyx—at least in Lex's mind, that was Clark under the sun.
With a slim green blade, Lex traced the line of hair trailing from chest to belly, between his legs, tickled the long soft line of his dick with the sprig of grass he held, drew it higher again and dipped it into Clark's navel until he giggled and shifted. Lex smiled and traced the line of Clark's full, rose tinted lips. When Clark made a sound of protest he bent to sooth the tickle with his mouth and his tongue.
When he released Clark's mouth he sighed, "This is so nice, Lex. I wish we could stay here. So quiet…all I can hear is you and me." He rolled, twisted around Lex, and he smelled again the fragrant odor of the crushed leaves and Clark--dark, and sweet. Lex buried his face in Clark's neck.
"Me too. But we can’t—I can’t. I need to be. Be in the city. Our city."
A fleeting frown swept over Clark's face. "I tell you over and over, your city. Not mine." He groaned. "Please. I don't want to fight. I want to enjoy our picnic." A twitch of his hips and he was straddling Lex. "Let's have fun again."
"Hello," Lex said. "Garden variety mutant here. I need to rest, and we need to go soon. You have a job to do tonight."
Clark looked mildly interested. "Carver Street? Or the Stone District? Or something good?"
"Sorry, nothing but the usual…someday you won't have to do this any more. But for now…it's Stone District," Lex sighed. "They won't be sensible. We might need to make an example of them…"
Clark shuddered, like a setter shaking off water. His eyes changed, from the deep warm jade that always made Lex's pulse speed, to the flat moss green they turned when he was working. Lex could see his pupils open, even in the almost too bright sunlight. "Let's go home and get it over with," he said, and even his voice changed--lower, a touch of harshness that normally wasn't there...
Lex nodded, dressed and held his arms out to Clark when he was done. Clark swept him up. "Keep your head close, lover, and hold on tight, okay?" Lex smiled. Clark said the same every time he picked Lex up to fly with him.
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"Stop going there." Lex frowned angrily at Clark, who stood leaning against the bookshelves, his expression half savage, half torn with pain, his hair wild from pulling at it.
"I can't!" he shouted. "I wouldn't have to if you'd let me kill them!"
"I'm not stopping you—I never once said for you not to…I've only asked you to listen and you won't; you won't let me touch you in this one thing—why?"
Clark whirled to face him and his eyes were red, fire red…the rumble that poured out between his clenched teeth made Lex freeze…he knew his racing heartbeat gave his fear away….Clark immediately dropped his eyes, dropped his head, and shuffled towards Lex. Took his hand. "No fighting, Lex. No fighting." He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Lex's waist.
Lex wrapped his hands around Clark's head, stroked his hair flat and soothed him, with words, with touch…he didn't know what to do…maybe he should kill them himself, spare Clark…he'd thought to do so more than once, but as every other time, he dismissed it. If he could only make Clark see how important it was to forget….
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He came walking into the glass walled space that served as Lex's office and had once been, for a little boy, a glass walled prison. The huge dark hulk of the man the little boy had grown into blocked the light, made Lex look up. Clark smiled at him, a black mask across his eyes made his eyes seem unnaturally bright. The thick black leather he wore creaked as he moved and looked ugly, heavy, threatening, just as it was designed to. Lex moved towards Clark, and the thick coppery sweet smell assaulted him, made his mouth water unpleasantly. Clark lifted his arms and Lex heard the faint rip- pop of sticky surfaces releasing. The mask around his eyes flaked as he swiped at it…it was a streak of dried blood.
"Unh-unh—don't touch. I'm covered with stuff." He turned towards the bar, took a bottle of water from the small fridge there. "I took his lieutenant for a ride. He's at the Carver building. Here and there. And the Stone District too…here and there. That should hold them for a while. I told them that 'their undisciplined attitude displeased you, but you'd decided to be merciful'." He turned back to Lex and raised an eyebrow. "Was that the right thing to say?"
"Oh yes," Lex smiled. "That was perfect."
Clark's brow smoothed, and the smile he gave Lex was wide and bright, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Oh, good! I hoped that you'd like that. They were so scared—I felt kind of sorry for them but it was their own fault for not listening to you…" he glanced over at Lex's desk and the covered dishes on a tray sitting on it. He leaned a hand on the desk, lifted a few covers, releasing a much more pleasant odor. "Good! I'm starving. Did you eat?" Lex shook his head and Clark sighed, "Thank you for waiting, I love when we eat together." He lifted his hand from the desk and frowned at the red print he left behind. "Oh, let me change first…."
Lex waited for the few minutes it would take for Clark to appear in front of him, clean dry and dressed, in sweater and slacks.
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"Don't go there anymore. How many times do I have to tell you? Leave them be. You're only hurting yourself."
"You can’t tell me what to do. I'm not hurting them…I'm just trying to understand!"
"I told you everything. They're old, let them be."
"I'm not hurting them. I'm not…I'm not."
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Clark stood at the edge of the fields…his head swept this way and that. He moved higher up the small rise overlooking the farm, deeper into the shadows. From the rear of the farmhouse, he would have been invisible. To Lex's cameras, no spot on the Kent farm was inaccessible. The grainy image of Clark shifted, and reappeared in another field where the cows grazed. He watched them, head tilted in that way Lex knew meant he was using his enhanced hearing…probably listening for the Kents, ready to disappear if one of them tried to get sight of him. Lex sighed and juggled glass and lighter, lit the cigarette that had been hanging ignored in the corner of his mouth. At least…he inhaled, blew out smoke on a curse…at least he's stopped killing their pets…Lex shook his head. They won’t run…why won't they leave? Idiots.
His fear for them grew as Clark's obsessive scrutiny grew.
tbc
part two
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Summary:
myownghost wondered if there was anything more to say about Clark's character in The Dog, and epeters wondered if a reconciliation between Clark and his parents was possible. I thought, yeah, I think so."Every dog must have his day." - Jonathan Swift
Sun glowed at the edge of the meadow, poured through the leafy canopy above them, made the white flowers of woodruff dotting the deep green glow like tiny lights, painted Clark's skin liquid gold. Lex gazed down at him drowning in his beauty and thought how much he looked like a golden statue come to life, as if Eros had breathed life into a work of art to claim as his own. Lex pushed into him, slowly as he possibly could, moaned quietly as he sunk into Clark's inhuman heat. Being inside him was like leaving the world behind and waking in a paradise that was complete because Clark was there with him. For Lex, the wonder was in watching him caught up unselfconsciously in the throes of passion, his head thrown back, groaning, laughing, full of joy…no visible trace left of that broken whipped pit dog he'd been, not at this moment, not here…
Clark flexed his fingers deep in the carpet of emerald grass, the scent of woodruff, earth, of Clark aroused flooded his senses--made his heart beat faster, made his thrusts more urgent. "LexLexLex…" Clark chanted his name over and over, a low grumble meant only for his own ears, and every syllable accented with a groan and a tightening of muscle, as if just saying Lex's name was bringing him close to orgasm, just the shape and sound of the word. Lex moaned at the thought, he flexed, and shuddered himself, almost too close now. Clark growled, "Faster, harder, harder…"
Lex loved this part, being able to throw caution away, to put everything he had into filling Clark, to pounding wildly into him, without fear of hurting him—knowing that anything he did to Clark, Clark would take and love. "Lex," he cried, and dropped his head between his arms, pushed back as Lex pushed forward but Clark was careful where Lex was not, always careful unless Lex begged him, "hurt me…"
Lex tightened all over, flash after flash of sizzling heat filled him. Clark's breath hitched with every thrust, Lex reached under him and took the velvet shaft in his hand. Clark pushed a few times and Lex barely had time to enjoy the feel before Clark was jerking, filling Lex's hand—it drew him over the edge into his own orgasm.
Clean again, still damp from swimming in the nearby river, they lay next to each other in the grass, Clark having coaxed Lex out into the full sun of the open meadow. Clark sprawled, legs and arms wide like a kid. He could never get enough sun, and Lex could never get enough of the way Clark looked…the way it made his skin light up from inside, the way it turned his hair to softly gleaming onyx—at least in Lex's mind, that was Clark under the sun.
With a slim green blade, Lex traced the line of hair trailing from chest to belly, between his legs, tickled the long soft line of his dick with the sprig of grass he held, drew it higher again and dipped it into Clark's navel until he giggled and shifted. Lex smiled and traced the line of Clark's full, rose tinted lips. When Clark made a sound of protest he bent to sooth the tickle with his mouth and his tongue.
When he released Clark's mouth he sighed, "This is so nice, Lex. I wish we could stay here. So quiet…all I can hear is you and me." He rolled, twisted around Lex, and he smelled again the fragrant odor of the crushed leaves and Clark--dark, and sweet. Lex buried his face in Clark's neck.
"Me too. But we can’t—I can’t. I need to be. Be in the city. Our city."
A fleeting frown swept over Clark's face. "I tell you over and over, your city. Not mine." He groaned. "Please. I don't want to fight. I want to enjoy our picnic." A twitch of his hips and he was straddling Lex. "Let's have fun again."
"Hello," Lex said. "Garden variety mutant here. I need to rest, and we need to go soon. You have a job to do tonight."
Clark looked mildly interested. "Carver Street? Or the Stone District? Or something good?"
"Sorry, nothing but the usual…someday you won't have to do this any more. But for now…it's Stone District," Lex sighed. "They won't be sensible. We might need to make an example of them…"
Clark shuddered, like a setter shaking off water. His eyes changed, from the deep warm jade that always made Lex's pulse speed, to the flat moss green they turned when he was working. Lex could see his pupils open, even in the almost too bright sunlight. "Let's go home and get it over with," he said, and even his voice changed--lower, a touch of harshness that normally wasn't there...
Lex nodded, dressed and held his arms out to Clark when he was done. Clark swept him up. "Keep your head close, lover, and hold on tight, okay?" Lex smiled. Clark said the same every time he picked Lex up to fly with him.
"Stop going there." Lex frowned angrily at Clark, who stood leaning against the bookshelves, his expression half savage, half torn with pain, his hair wild from pulling at it.
"I can't!" he shouted. "I wouldn't have to if you'd let me kill them!"
"I'm not stopping you—I never once said for you not to…I've only asked you to listen and you won't; you won't let me touch you in this one thing—why?"
Clark whirled to face him and his eyes were red, fire red…the rumble that poured out between his clenched teeth made Lex freeze…he knew his racing heartbeat gave his fear away….Clark immediately dropped his eyes, dropped his head, and shuffled towards Lex. Took his hand. "No fighting, Lex. No fighting." He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Lex's waist.
Lex wrapped his hands around Clark's head, stroked his hair flat and soothed him, with words, with touch…he didn't know what to do…maybe he should kill them himself, spare Clark…he'd thought to do so more than once, but as every other time, he dismissed it. If he could only make Clark see how important it was to forget….
He came walking into the glass walled space that served as Lex's office and had once been, for a little boy, a glass walled prison. The huge dark hulk of the man the little boy had grown into blocked the light, made Lex look up. Clark smiled at him, a black mask across his eyes made his eyes seem unnaturally bright. The thick black leather he wore creaked as he moved and looked ugly, heavy, threatening, just as it was designed to. Lex moved towards Clark, and the thick coppery sweet smell assaulted him, made his mouth water unpleasantly. Clark lifted his arms and Lex heard the faint rip- pop of sticky surfaces releasing. The mask around his eyes flaked as he swiped at it…it was a streak of dried blood.
"Unh-unh—don't touch. I'm covered with stuff." He turned towards the bar, took a bottle of water from the small fridge there. "I took his lieutenant for a ride. He's at the Carver building. Here and there. And the Stone District too…here and there. That should hold them for a while. I told them that 'their undisciplined attitude displeased you, but you'd decided to be merciful'." He turned back to Lex and raised an eyebrow. "Was that the right thing to say?"
"Oh yes," Lex smiled. "That was perfect."
Clark's brow smoothed, and the smile he gave Lex was wide and bright, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Oh, good! I hoped that you'd like that. They were so scared—I felt kind of sorry for them but it was their own fault for not listening to you…" he glanced over at Lex's desk and the covered dishes on a tray sitting on it. He leaned a hand on the desk, lifted a few covers, releasing a much more pleasant odor. "Good! I'm starving. Did you eat?" Lex shook his head and Clark sighed, "Thank you for waiting, I love when we eat together." He lifted his hand from the desk and frowned at the red print he left behind. "Oh, let me change first…."
Lex waited for the few minutes it would take for Clark to appear in front of him, clean dry and dressed, in sweater and slacks.
"Don't go there anymore. How many times do I have to tell you? Leave them be. You're only hurting yourself."
"You can’t tell me what to do. I'm not hurting them…I'm just trying to understand!"
"I told you everything. They're old, let them be."
"I'm not hurting them. I'm not…I'm not."
Clark stood at the edge of the fields…his head swept this way and that. He moved higher up the small rise overlooking the farm, deeper into the shadows. From the rear of the farmhouse, he would have been invisible. To Lex's cameras, no spot on the Kent farm was inaccessible. The grainy image of Clark shifted, and reappeared in another field where the cows grazed. He watched them, head tilted in that way Lex knew meant he was using his enhanced hearing…probably listening for the Kents, ready to disappear if one of them tried to get sight of him. Lex sighed and juggled glass and lighter, lit the cigarette that had been hanging ignored in the corner of his mouth. At least…he inhaled, blew out smoke on a curse…at least he's stopped killing their pets…Lex shook his head. They won’t run…why won't they leave? Idiots.
His fear for them grew as Clark's obsessive scrutiny grew.
tbc
part two
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6/8/08 12:31 pm (UTC)thanks for taking this up again!
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6/8/08 03:43 pm (UTC)It's just a tiny little snippet, and concentrates more on Clark, but it hints at better days coming. ;)
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6/8/08 05:47 pm (UTC)The contrast between the Lex and Clark that love and the rest of their lives is so cutting - makes what happened to them both hurt all that much more. Wow.
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6/8/08 07:26 pm (UTC)The wall between themselves and the outside world is pretty high, but it's beginning to crack.
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6/9/08 01:33 pm (UTC)I hope this little addition is as interesting as the story was!
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6/9/08 01:34 pm (UTC)wow, your icon is *PERFECT* for this bit! *g*
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6/9/08 10:28 pm (UTC)Thank you for picking up this story. It was one of the more difficult ones for me and anything to reassure that their life goes on without the misery they lived with before is very welcome.
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