sv fic post: East of the Sun part 40
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Title: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:PG
Word Count:1105
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: AU, so very AU
Fair warning, dear readers—the mistakes here are all my own. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danceswithgary for her encouragement and of course, the lovely cover!
Instead of returning Alex to his place, Wade had his driver take them to the apartment he kept. Alex sighed, and followed him to the elevator…"Whore."The word, Beebs momentary flinch—it kept replaying in his mind. He didn't want to hear it, see it…he heard it in Clark's voice, echoing over and over.
"Hey—whataya, sleeping on your feet?" They were at the apartment door, and Wallman was holding the door for them. Alex shivered and walked inside flowed by Wade and his man. He shrugged out of his coat and handed it, along with his hat, to Alex, who passed it off to Wallman with a sneer. "I'm not your maid—or your wife."
"Shut up about her," Wade said mildly. He pulled out his gold cigarette case, and his gaze went to the gold face of Alex's watch. "I oughta give you this case, makes a nice set with the watch, maybe cufflinks to go with—"
"I got lots of cufflinks," Alex interrupted. "And more fucking cigarette boxes than I'll ever need. Some saps think a gift makes a difference."
Wade laughed, he tapped the butt against the case, lit the cigarette with a mother of pearl lighter. He looked at the lighter, smiling oddly. "I know all about those gifts." He stroked the lighter against his lip before slipping it back in his pocket, and proceeded to pace the room like a tiger in a trap. Alex sat on the couch to wait it out.
Wade paced and smoked and smoked, and mumbled to himself. He didn't drink with Alex, but had cup after cup of coffee, like he'd found out there was a java prohibition coming. Alex watched him for an hour, getting more and more uneasy, until finally Wade sighed, sank against the wall, his head resting on the window that faced the street and closed his eyes. He held out his hand. "C'mere."
Alex blinked, rose and dropped to his knees in front of him. Wade looked down and the barest sketch of a smile quirked his mouth. He looked over at Wallman, who hadn’t moved from his post at the door the entire time. "Turn the light out and get out."
The man inhaled sharply. He flicked the wall switch. "I'll be right at the door."
Wade shook his head. "Wait in the lobby—or grab some grub at the coffee shop—just don’t be anywhere near here, got it?"
Wallman made a sour face, but nodded. "Got it," and left without another word.
Wade sighed again, it ended on a weird hitch of breath that made Alex look sharply at him, but he looked no different, just paler than normal… "I'm so tired."
Alex had no idea what to say to that, he just nodded. In the background a woman sang about love…if he concentrated on her, maybe he wouldn't hear anything else….
The room was dark, the only light the blue and red of the flickering neon billboard on the rooftop opposite them. With each change of the light, Wade changed too, the red made him look like his true self was revealed…the blue light made him look like he was dying. Alex reached up for Wade's fly…it was eleven o'clock—if he could get him to settle for a blowjob, maybe he'd be gone by midnight…he licked his lips, and started to slip the top button loose.
"You wanted to know what was up tonight?" Wade covered his hand with his, stopped him. "Morgan's planning to beat King Royal out of the numbers racket," he said. "He plans to take over every block in Suicide Slums." He stroked Alex's scalp, ran nails over the sensitive skin and Alex grit his teeth and sat still. Wade looked down at him. "He's gonna need a lot of dough to launch that ship." He gazed out the window. "Morgan is dangerous. More than anyone you know. What he's planning…it's not going to stay in Suicide Slums. The smokes will be bumping each other off right and left, than the lower bosses will want to fill up them empty holes, and Morgan…he'll let the rats eat each other, then send me in to clean up the loose ends…he'll take it all like candy."
Alex felt ice water in his veins. Royal being involved meant Simon Ross was going to be involved and that meant maybe Pete being involved….
Wade tightened his grip on the nape of Alex's neck. He folded, leaning over Alex, lips ghosting against sensitized skin…the touch made him shudder. "You're not the only one who's got a leash." He stood again, and Alex looked up into his face. In the blue light, he looked lined, gray, his eyes were black holes…he looked on the verge of utter exhaustion. His hand drifted up and came to rest on his chest—he grimaced. "Anyway, got a lot of late hours, lot of work to be done." He smiled, and actually looked happy, full of some kind of secret pleasure. "Lot of favors to be called in, at last."
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Wade watched him shower—he was clinical as a doctor about it. Somehow, his cold dragon stare made Alex feel even more naked. It was…uncomfortable. He walked him back out to the living room, and had Alex roll a rubber down over his dick. Shower and a Trojan, Alex thought—Wade's idea of foreplay. Wade bent him over the arm of the couch, and fucked him, drawing it out, keeping it just on the edge of painful. Wade stayed fully dressed, didn't even loosen his tie. His trousers were only open enough to make it easy for him to pull his dick out. Being naked and getting fucked by a fully clothed Wade made him feel too exposed, but that didn’t seem to be Wade's aim…didn’t *seem* to be. When he came, he groaned, but it sounded more like pain than release, and he didn't waste any time heading to the bathroom afterward.
Wade left soon after that cleaning himself up, leaving Alex with the scent of hair oil and roses, and thinking about what Wade had said that night. He decided that somewhere in there Wade had given him a warning, but about what, he wasn't sure.
Alex stretched, locked his hands behind his head and stared up at the bedroom ceiling. He'd stunk up the joint this evening. He was off, missed cues; tripped up when Clark began to sing…Chloe had given him one hell of a read out too. He wasn't playing with Clark, but how the hell could he convince anyone of that? The only one who got it was Walt, and he was under pain of death not to tell or interfere and shit…Shit. He was getting to the end of his rope. It hurt more ways than he could ever have imagined it would. Clark was just so…defenseless. Just a huge walking open sore, fuck, he was hurting so hard, so silently, that Alex was going deaf from it. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Not much longer, not much longer before he began to hate him, and once he hated him, it would all be over and he could think again, breathe again….
He just hadn't counted on how stubborn Clark could be.
part 41
TBC
Title: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:PG
Word Count:1105
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: AU, so very AU
Fair warning, dear readers—the mistakes here are all my own. Thanks to
danceswithgary for her encouragement and of course, the lovely cover!Instead of returning Alex to his place, Wade had his driver take them to the apartment he kept. Alex sighed, and followed him to the elevator…"Whore."The word, Beebs momentary flinch—it kept replaying in his mind. He didn't want to hear it, see it…he heard it in Clark's voice, echoing over and over.
"Hey—whataya, sleeping on your feet?" They were at the apartment door, and Wallman was holding the door for them. Alex shivered and walked inside flowed by Wade and his man. He shrugged out of his coat and handed it, along with his hat, to Alex, who passed it off to Wallman with a sneer. "I'm not your maid—or your wife."
"Shut up about her," Wade said mildly. He pulled out his gold cigarette case, and his gaze went to the gold face of Alex's watch. "I oughta give you this case, makes a nice set with the watch, maybe cufflinks to go with—"
"I got lots of cufflinks," Alex interrupted. "And more fucking cigarette boxes than I'll ever need. Some saps think a gift makes a difference."
Wade laughed, he tapped the butt against the case, lit the cigarette with a mother of pearl lighter. He looked at the lighter, smiling oddly. "I know all about those gifts." He stroked the lighter against his lip before slipping it back in his pocket, and proceeded to pace the room like a tiger in a trap. Alex sat on the couch to wait it out.
Wade paced and smoked and smoked, and mumbled to himself. He didn't drink with Alex, but had cup after cup of coffee, like he'd found out there was a java prohibition coming. Alex watched him for an hour, getting more and more uneasy, until finally Wade sighed, sank against the wall, his head resting on the window that faced the street and closed his eyes. He held out his hand. "C'mere."
Alex blinked, rose and dropped to his knees in front of him. Wade looked down and the barest sketch of a smile quirked his mouth. He looked over at Wallman, who hadn’t moved from his post at the door the entire time. "Turn the light out and get out."
The man inhaled sharply. He flicked the wall switch. "I'll be right at the door."
Wade shook his head. "Wait in the lobby—or grab some grub at the coffee shop—just don’t be anywhere near here, got it?"
Wallman made a sour face, but nodded. "Got it," and left without another word.
Wade sighed again, it ended on a weird hitch of breath that made Alex look sharply at him, but he looked no different, just paler than normal… "I'm so tired."
Alex had no idea what to say to that, he just nodded. In the background a woman sang about love…if he concentrated on her, maybe he wouldn't hear anything else….
The room was dark, the only light the blue and red of the flickering neon billboard on the rooftop opposite them. With each change of the light, Wade changed too, the red made him look like his true self was revealed…the blue light made him look like he was dying. Alex reached up for Wade's fly…it was eleven o'clock—if he could get him to settle for a blowjob, maybe he'd be gone by midnight…he licked his lips, and started to slip the top button loose.
"You wanted to know what was up tonight?" Wade covered his hand with his, stopped him. "Morgan's planning to beat King Royal out of the numbers racket," he said. "He plans to take over every block in Suicide Slums." He stroked Alex's scalp, ran nails over the sensitive skin and Alex grit his teeth and sat still. Wade looked down at him. "He's gonna need a lot of dough to launch that ship." He gazed out the window. "Morgan is dangerous. More than anyone you know. What he's planning…it's not going to stay in Suicide Slums. The smokes will be bumping each other off right and left, than the lower bosses will want to fill up them empty holes, and Morgan…he'll let the rats eat each other, then send me in to clean up the loose ends…he'll take it all like candy."
Alex felt ice water in his veins. Royal being involved meant Simon Ross was going to be involved and that meant maybe Pete being involved….
Wade tightened his grip on the nape of Alex's neck. He folded, leaning over Alex, lips ghosting against sensitized skin…the touch made him shudder. "You're not the only one who's got a leash." He stood again, and Alex looked up into his face. In the blue light, he looked lined, gray, his eyes were black holes…he looked on the verge of utter exhaustion. His hand drifted up and came to rest on his chest—he grimaced. "Anyway, got a lot of late hours, lot of work to be done." He smiled, and actually looked happy, full of some kind of secret pleasure. "Lot of favors to be called in, at last."
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Wade watched him shower—he was clinical as a doctor about it. Somehow, his cold dragon stare made Alex feel even more naked. It was…uncomfortable. He walked him back out to the living room, and had Alex roll a rubber down over his dick. Shower and a Trojan, Alex thought—Wade's idea of foreplay. Wade bent him over the arm of the couch, and fucked him, drawing it out, keeping it just on the edge of painful. Wade stayed fully dressed, didn't even loosen his tie. His trousers were only open enough to make it easy for him to pull his dick out. Being naked and getting fucked by a fully clothed Wade made him feel too exposed, but that didn’t seem to be Wade's aim…didn’t *seem* to be. When he came, he groaned, but it sounded more like pain than release, and he didn't waste any time heading to the bathroom afterward.
Wade left soon after that cleaning himself up, leaving Alex with the scent of hair oil and roses, and thinking about what Wade had said that night. He decided that somewhere in there Wade had given him a warning, but about what, he wasn't sure.
Alex stretched, locked his hands behind his head and stared up at the bedroom ceiling. He'd stunk up the joint this evening. He was off, missed cues; tripped up when Clark began to sing…Chloe had given him one hell of a read out too. He wasn't playing with Clark, but how the hell could he convince anyone of that? The only one who got it was Walt, and he was under pain of death not to tell or interfere and shit…Shit. He was getting to the end of his rope. It hurt more ways than he could ever have imagined it would. Clark was just so…defenseless. Just a huge walking open sore, fuck, he was hurting so hard, so silently, that Alex was going deaf from it. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Not much longer, not much longer before he began to hate him, and once he hated him, it would all be over and he could think again, breathe again….
He just hadn't counted on how stubborn Clark could be.
part 41
TBC
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7/20/08 07:05 am (UTC)Great section, though. Packed a real punch, I must say.
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7/20/08 07:51 am (UTC)Great chapter. You always make me want more, even when it's as sad as this was!
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7/20/08 11:40 am (UTC)I already fear so much for alex and clark!!
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7/20/08 03:10 pm (UTC)Oh, and I have to ask: was Morgan Edge the one who gave Wade the mother-of-pearl cigarette lighter? *shudders*
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7/20/08 03:33 pm (UTC)*shivers*
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7/21/08 12:13 am (UTC)*deep breath*
I really hope you have another part up soon as having got caught up, I'm now dying for more story. It's painful to reach the last post and then realize that ... the story's not done! @___@ Darn it, I want more! Y__Y
Hope to see more soon, Roxy!
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7/22/08 03:48 am (UTC)But I feel much worse for Alex, trapped as he is in an impossible situation, and for Clark, who I'm sure is not as invulnerable as he thinks he is against the Gentlemen.