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roxyTitle: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:R
Word Count:1453
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!
Alex came back in alone, headed straight for Clark, but before he could say a word, Walt and the club's bouncers were hustling him over to the stage. Walt said, "Mac wants you to blow, so get up there and blow, boy."
Clark felt a wave of excitement wash over him—yes! But Alex shook his head and tried to backpedal. "Are you bugs—Glen Miller was on the stage not a half hour ago, they'll eat me alive!"
Walt gaped at him. "You're fucking kidding me. You gotta chance to play in the same room as him and you're gonna pussy out? What the hell can you *possibly* be worried about? Hell, if you stink—who'll remember your name tomorrow? Oh, an' you'll be unemployed by the way--but if you even just hold your own, you're gonna look like a fuckin' genius."
Alex stared at Walt, glanced over at Clark. Clark urged him to take the shot. "Yes, yes, do it Lex, do it!" for me, he didn’t say out loud, but he knew Alex saw it. Just like he saw the words that Lex wouldn’t say out loud. God Lex, I love you too.
"What the hey, laissez les bon temps rouler!" Walt handed him his clarinet, Alex jumped up on the stage and took a breath. He closed his eyes briefly, as if in prayer, turned to Mac and Mac said," Green Eyes?" and Alex smiled, tipped his head.
The band broke into it, and Alex blew, and he did it nice and sweet, and the mob froze and the dancers stopped to listen to notes so pure that they made chills break out on the skin, made the heart seize, and made Clark's eyes fill…Alex on the stage was a different creature all together, magical, transformed by the sound. Forever, he'd remember this forever, remember his angel, soaring free on the stage and taking the whole crowd with him…
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The verdict was murder and Mac White and the Knights were declared guilty. Hands down, he blew Miller's band off the stage, and it'd be some time before he came back to Metropolis without bowing to Whit first.
The Al-Kazar's crew figured it was their night as well--Alex was high as a kite with the excitement, the compliment; Chloe and Walt were high as kites with champagne and congratulations—she danced with every member of the band twice, she was hugged and kissed and patted until Walt stole her back and it started all over again. Clark couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good—unless he counted falling off the train trestle and discovering all kinds of new things about himself, though the best being…he glanced over the crowd until he caught sight of Alex. He was trying to work his way through a crowd eager to share their joy.
"Great job, gate—righteous—you sent me, daddy!" He was being rocked from side to side, kissed and pummeled, and--Clark laughed--he was eating it up. Clark figured it was high time he rescued him though….
Taking advantage of the wild self-congratulatory commotion, Clark pulled Alex out of the club, back in the darkness at the rear of the parking lot. "You were amazing. You're so good, you're the best…" he ran his hands up and down Alex's hips, and Alex shoved his hands in Clark's pockets and yanked him close, his teeth closing on Clark's lower lip. Clark moaned, and rubbed against Lex like a cat, "…you're so hard…" He eased him back until Alex fell against a car. Arched over the hood of the car, he had no way to hide the erection curved tight against his belly, trying to rise…Clark trapped him there with a smile, bent and began mouthing the hard length, biting gently through the wool, rubbing his cheek against Lex and drinking in the little moans, the tiny thrusts against him.
"Clark—don’t do that out here. God, I've unleashed a wild man!"
Clark grinned, feeling the flush spread over him, from cheeks to neck. He cupped Alex and squeezed gently, over his moan he said, "It's all your fault. Look what you do to me." He pressed Alex's palm against him. "All your fault." He whispered into Lex's ear what he was going to do to him once they were alone, because it was all his fault and he really needed to be thoroughly punished for being so naughty…
"Jesus…how is it all of *that* was lurking under that corn-pone exterior? What in the fuck do they feed you guys back on the farm?"
Clark laughed—a little embarrassed, but not enough to stop rocking against Lex, enjoying the shuddery little waves of excitement that swept him at every push…Lex gasped and threw his head back, "Stop--wait, I have to tell you something—it can't wait anymore. I have to—Stop, Clark!" He exhaled a gasping breath and shoved Clark backwards.
Clark let himself be pushed back and stared at him unbelieving. "You mean it? You want to stop so we can talk? But…I don't *want* to…" He knew Lex meant it when he said stop, but couldn't stop himself from taking a hopeful step forward.
Alex stiff armed Clark and snapped, "Listen to me first, and then decide if you still want to." He looked so grim and determined and…afraid, that Clark nodded.
"Okay, Lex but…nothing you say is going to change my mind about this. About anything."
Alex swallowed. "Yeah, well…" He squeezed the bridge of his nose, glanced at Clark with a grimace he probably meant to be a smile--and told him.
"…and that's how it started--as protection for Chloe. I had a feeling about Mahaney—something in his eyes. When I offered myself instead of her, he went for it. Damn easy. Maybe too easy, I don’t know. And then, he offered me family. Jules—Julian. My brother. It was too much to resist. I needed to hear from him like…I needed water. You know?" Clark nodded. Of course he knew. He felt it himself sometimes, like a hole in the soul.
"So…it kept happening. All he expected was for me to be ready for him, when he wanted me." He talked on, his eyes focused some place far way, each soft word chipping at Clark's heart. So sad, he looked so sad, and Clark thought it was odd that he never looked angry or bitter or hard, just sad, like what was happening was just another part of being Alex. Clark felt like crying, yelling, beating something—some *one* to a bleeding pulp, hurting back for as much as it was hurting Lex. He took a deep breath and held it. Alex didn't need to see him go nuts--he needed him to be calm, and he would be. For now.
"He knows about you," Alex sighed, and finally flicked his eyes towards Clark briefly, looking away before he made real contact. "He doesn't care—as long as I don't care. But if he knew what you were to me, what you mean to me, he'd kill you *and* me. He doesn’t have to say so, I know it. He's mad Clark; he keeps it all locked up in a tight little box but it's there, just waiting for something to set it free. He's terrible and monstrous…and." Alex dropped his head into his hands, and the rest of what he said was muffled but Clark heard it all, plainly. The pain, the fear, the despair… "But you want to know the most horrible thing of all? He loves me. I'm beginning to think the only way to get free of him is death—his or mine." Alex laughed and looked up at Clark, defiant again, all Alex again. "What d'ya think about that Clark? Still in love?"
Clark grabbed him, shook him. "You won’t need Wade to kill you if you keep this up. You're going to kill yourself with this terrible stuff. Your friend, he said for me to look out for you, so now I am. Wade can’t hurt me—no one can. Stop worrying about me. I'm—I'm indestructible. I'm not—" Clark took a step back. "Oh shit."
Alex jumped and gaped at Clark. "Clark…? What…"
Clark smothered a horrified laugh. Alex lived through all the horror he'd described—but Clark cursing shocked him? Clark took a deep, deep breath, his nostrils arched with the effort. He said. "This is the truth. I'm not an average human being."
Hunh?
"I'm not a human being at all."
Alex's eyes filled, his expression slowly changed from sadness to the dawning of fear—
"No! Don’t be afraid, don't--
part 43
TBC
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:R
Word Count:1453
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!Alex came back in alone, headed straight for Clark, but before he could say a word, Walt and the club's bouncers were hustling him over to the stage. Walt said, "Mac wants you to blow, so get up there and blow, boy."
Clark felt a wave of excitement wash over him—yes! But Alex shook his head and tried to backpedal. "Are you bugs—Glen Miller was on the stage not a half hour ago, they'll eat me alive!"
Walt gaped at him. "You're fucking kidding me. You gotta chance to play in the same room as him and you're gonna pussy out? What the hell can you *possibly* be worried about? Hell, if you stink—who'll remember your name tomorrow? Oh, an' you'll be unemployed by the way--but if you even just hold your own, you're gonna look like a fuckin' genius."
Alex stared at Walt, glanced over at Clark. Clark urged him to take the shot. "Yes, yes, do it Lex, do it!" for me, he didn’t say out loud, but he knew Alex saw it. Just like he saw the words that Lex wouldn’t say out loud. God Lex, I love you too.
"What the hey, laissez les bon temps rouler!" Walt handed him his clarinet, Alex jumped up on the stage and took a breath. He closed his eyes briefly, as if in prayer, turned to Mac and Mac said," Green Eyes?" and Alex smiled, tipped his head.
The band broke into it, and Alex blew, and he did it nice and sweet, and the mob froze and the dancers stopped to listen to notes so pure that they made chills break out on the skin, made the heart seize, and made Clark's eyes fill…Alex on the stage was a different creature all together, magical, transformed by the sound. Forever, he'd remember this forever, remember his angel, soaring free on the stage and taking the whole crowd with him…
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The verdict was murder and Mac White and the Knights were declared guilty. Hands down, he blew Miller's band off the stage, and it'd be some time before he came back to Metropolis without bowing to Whit first.
The Al-Kazar's crew figured it was their night as well--Alex was high as a kite with the excitement, the compliment; Chloe and Walt were high as kites with champagne and congratulations—she danced with every member of the band twice, she was hugged and kissed and patted until Walt stole her back and it started all over again. Clark couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good—unless he counted falling off the train trestle and discovering all kinds of new things about himself, though the best being…he glanced over the crowd until he caught sight of Alex. He was trying to work his way through a crowd eager to share their joy.
"Great job, gate—righteous—you sent me, daddy!" He was being rocked from side to side, kissed and pummeled, and--Clark laughed--he was eating it up. Clark figured it was high time he rescued him though….
Taking advantage of the wild self-congratulatory commotion, Clark pulled Alex out of the club, back in the darkness at the rear of the parking lot. "You were amazing. You're so good, you're the best…" he ran his hands up and down Alex's hips, and Alex shoved his hands in Clark's pockets and yanked him close, his teeth closing on Clark's lower lip. Clark moaned, and rubbed against Lex like a cat, "…you're so hard…" He eased him back until Alex fell against a car. Arched over the hood of the car, he had no way to hide the erection curved tight against his belly, trying to rise…Clark trapped him there with a smile, bent and began mouthing the hard length, biting gently through the wool, rubbing his cheek against Lex and drinking in the little moans, the tiny thrusts against him.
"Clark—don’t do that out here. God, I've unleashed a wild man!"
Clark grinned, feeling the flush spread over him, from cheeks to neck. He cupped Alex and squeezed gently, over his moan he said, "It's all your fault. Look what you do to me." He pressed Alex's palm against him. "All your fault." He whispered into Lex's ear what he was going to do to him once they were alone, because it was all his fault and he really needed to be thoroughly punished for being so naughty…
"Jesus…how is it all of *that* was lurking under that corn-pone exterior? What in the fuck do they feed you guys back on the farm?"
Clark laughed—a little embarrassed, but not enough to stop rocking against Lex, enjoying the shuddery little waves of excitement that swept him at every push…Lex gasped and threw his head back, "Stop--wait, I have to tell you something—it can't wait anymore. I have to—Stop, Clark!" He exhaled a gasping breath and shoved Clark backwards.
Clark let himself be pushed back and stared at him unbelieving. "You mean it? You want to stop so we can talk? But…I don't *want* to…" He knew Lex meant it when he said stop, but couldn't stop himself from taking a hopeful step forward.
Alex stiff armed Clark and snapped, "Listen to me first, and then decide if you still want to." He looked so grim and determined and…afraid, that Clark nodded.
"Okay, Lex but…nothing you say is going to change my mind about this. About anything."
Alex swallowed. "Yeah, well…" He squeezed the bridge of his nose, glanced at Clark with a grimace he probably meant to be a smile--and told him.
"…and that's how it started--as protection for Chloe. I had a feeling about Mahaney—something in his eyes. When I offered myself instead of her, he went for it. Damn easy. Maybe too easy, I don’t know. And then, he offered me family. Jules—Julian. My brother. It was too much to resist. I needed to hear from him like…I needed water. You know?" Clark nodded. Of course he knew. He felt it himself sometimes, like a hole in the soul.
"So…it kept happening. All he expected was for me to be ready for him, when he wanted me." He talked on, his eyes focused some place far way, each soft word chipping at Clark's heart. So sad, he looked so sad, and Clark thought it was odd that he never looked angry or bitter or hard, just sad, like what was happening was just another part of being Alex. Clark felt like crying, yelling, beating something—some *one* to a bleeding pulp, hurting back for as much as it was hurting Lex. He took a deep breath and held it. Alex didn't need to see him go nuts--he needed him to be calm, and he would be. For now.
"He knows about you," Alex sighed, and finally flicked his eyes towards Clark briefly, looking away before he made real contact. "He doesn't care—as long as I don't care. But if he knew what you were to me, what you mean to me, he'd kill you *and* me. He doesn’t have to say so, I know it. He's mad Clark; he keeps it all locked up in a tight little box but it's there, just waiting for something to set it free. He's terrible and monstrous…and." Alex dropped his head into his hands, and the rest of what he said was muffled but Clark heard it all, plainly. The pain, the fear, the despair… "But you want to know the most horrible thing of all? He loves me. I'm beginning to think the only way to get free of him is death—his or mine." Alex laughed and looked up at Clark, defiant again, all Alex again. "What d'ya think about that Clark? Still in love?"
Clark grabbed him, shook him. "You won’t need Wade to kill you if you keep this up. You're going to kill yourself with this terrible stuff. Your friend, he said for me to look out for you, so now I am. Wade can’t hurt me—no one can. Stop worrying about me. I'm—I'm indestructible. I'm not—" Clark took a step back. "Oh shit."
Alex jumped and gaped at Clark. "Clark…? What…"
Clark smothered a horrified laugh. Alex lived through all the horror he'd described—but Clark cursing shocked him? Clark took a deep, deep breath, his nostrils arched with the effort. He said. "This is the truth. I'm not an average human being."
Hunh?
"I'm not a human being at all."
Alex's eyes filled, his expression slowly changed from sadness to the dawning of fear—
"No! Don’t be afraid, don't--
part 43
TBC
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7/22/08 09:00 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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7/22/08 09:09 pm (UTC)Gosh, would I do such a thing? Me?
*tries to look all innocent*
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7/22/08 09:22 pm (UTC)*pouts at you* That was the cliffhanger of doom right there, missy. :(
(great chapter, though. seriously. *g*)
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7/22/08 10:25 pm (UTC)HOW COULD YOU STOP THERE???????
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7/22/08 10:44 pm (UTC)*griiiins*
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7/23/08 12:21 am (UTC)and ditto. :D
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7/23/08 09:38 am (UTC)*Runs away giggling*
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7/23/08 05:02 am (UTC)Kidding! More tomorrow I hope--the boys are all being so very good to me!
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7/23/08 05:17 am (UTC)You know, I love the Clex, but I also love the story surrounding the Clex. I don't think I've told you lately how excellent you are at creating atmospere and capturing an era. Your period stories are all so great, and this one is no exception. :)
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7/23/08 07:50 am (UTC)Thank you so much! You have no idea how much I love hearing that--how much I *needed* to hear that, lol!
*hugs you again*
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7/23/08 07:54 am (UTC)I've been writing like a madwoman all night trying to fix this...but oddly it keeps heading towards a Clark/Jason/Whit threesome...don't ask! *throws hands up*
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7/23/08 01:29 pm (UTC)*jumps around in circles of excitement*!
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7/23/08 04:46 pm (UTC)Yay!
Now what...?
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7/26/08 04:57 am (UTC)Oh oh oh.
*bounce*
Yes!
*dashes to next part*
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10/26/12 11:46 pm (UTC)LOL!!!