SV: The Lonely part 6/10
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roxyTitle: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1642
Spoilers: none
Summary: Lex Luthor destroyed one world and crippled another for the sake of humanity. Of course humanity was incapable of understanding the gift he'd given them. Now he was sentenced to pay the price, a lifetime on his very own planet, without the company of other human beings….
Notes/Warnings: language, tantrums, sexual situations …I don’t even have to warn you about M/M sex, right?
This is my failed Big Bang attempt. It's most definitely a WIP. I'm hoping to come up to a good finish--*koff*. I promise there will be an ending—even if they just get on a bus and go to the seashore. In this part, Lex begins to see the shiny yellow glow of the clue bus, chugging up the road...
They worked on the camp perimeter together, in silence, the kind of silence that made the word "uncomfortable" seem an infinitely inadequate way to describe what Lex was feeling. Kal was silent at all times now, watched Lex eat, in silence, watched him walk nightly into the hut and close the door behind him, silently. Lex began to sing non-stop in his head, filling all the quiet spaces in his mind with babble and song and pointless streams of disjointed numbers and words and finally when voices began to speak to him again, when that one voice began to berate and castigate him again, point out how self-defeating his stubbornness was, how it was Lex's downfall over and over—Lex decided they needed a larger project. A more ambitious project, one that would consume every thinking part of his brain, one that would silence that all too vocal dragon in his mind.
Lex had a cunning plan.
They began to widen a pool out of a section split off from the stream. They dug out silt and rock to make a deeper basin where the water could collect, because the shower Lex had rigged up from the parts so kindly provided in the supply drop, was never going to be as satisfying as submerging to his neck in water. It would be cold water of course, but still…Lex shuddered. To have the luxury to scrub and scrub without worrying the water would exhaust itself before he was thoroughly clean….
It was hard work, and it did just what Lex hoped it would—exhaust himself so completely that dealing with Kal and his looming, all-consuming silence became an impossibility. He dragged himself to bed nightly, and what Kal did he had no idea or concern. Those dull green eyes didn't bother Lex in the least, the crimped thinned lips never intruded on a single thought and Lex certainly had no energy left to touch himself—barely had the energy left to fall into his bed.
The day the pool was finally completed, Kal shocked Lex to his core by leaping in with a wild whoop. The look on the construct's face when the cool water rolled over him could only be described as pleasure. Pleasure, pure and simple. And of course, it hadn't really occurred to Lex before that moment that Kal would be able to experience pleasure like that.
Kal completely gave himself over to the pleasure of swimming in the cool water. He stroked back and forth across the small pool, staring fascinated at the waves he churned up. Lex watched him do it and thought that Kal had forgotten he was there, and was just…enjoying himself. Kal swam to the edge and actually started when he saw Lex. He almost smiled, before dropping his eyes. He said, "Forgive me, but…it's very nice in the water, sir, wouldn't you like to come in, too?" He glanced upwards, and his eyes were that clear ocean green again, and for a moment, he looked so hopeful, almost pleading.
Lex turned on his heel and stalked back to Camp Luthor, shut himself up in his Flintstone House, and burrowed into his bed, and refused--*refused* to dream, or think. He lay in the darkness and barely breathed.
The next morning, Kal was sitting on a crate, under the tarp, eyes fixed on the point that the sun rose. He didn't look left or right, his face was a blank mask. He was exactly as Lex had ordered him to be. He was nothing.
They worked, again in the silence that grew more and more oppressive, until Lex wished desperately there was a way to undo this thing of his making, this silence that was becoming a frantically growing itch under his skin. Lex wanted to let it go, he did. It was just. It felt like breaking to even think about letting it go, wanting to was going against a lifetime of being trained not to break.
~~oOo~~
Something was happening.
Something began to change. The more Lex fought against what he thought of as breaking, the more Kal seemed to sense—something, a change. Lex slowly came to see that Kal's silence had shifted; it was less machine-like. It was deeper but also seemed less forced; he looked…patient. Endlessly, deeply patient.
Day after day, Kal wore the sort of look that Lex had used to wear, those times his father had questioned about his daily performance, questioned him about his lack of friends, because being friendless denoted a lack of leadership—conversely, any incipient friendships were questioned and destroyed, as reaching outside family denoted weakness--
That look on Kal's face, hopeless and hopeful at once, made Lex shiver.
And then finally a day came, where breaking and not breaking made no difference. Lex sat outside his Flintstone doorway, fixed Kal with a look. "Come here."
"Sir? How can I help you?" He stood instantly, his eyes fixed on some point between Lex's collarbones and chin.
"Oh…fuck. Just. Come keep me company."
An expression of surprise washed over the construct's face before he quickly came to sit next to Lex, at his feet. He looked up at Lex, expectant and hopeful. Lex remembered weaving stories about saints, and kings and trials of heroes, they tumbled through his mind before he regained control…"Good job on…ah…the weeding…um, Kal." Lex managed to get out, almost stuttered. "Tomatoes seem to like it here. They…yes…" he stumbled to a finish and went quiet.
Kal blushed, pleased with praise. Dark rose flushed his cheekbones first and then his mouth and spread lower to tint his neck. Lex watched the tide, and swallowed again, licked his lips….
Lex swore that if some miracle ever arose and he managed to get away from this god-forsaken ball of petrified shit, the first thing he'd do was hunt down Bruce Wayne and kill him slowly with his bare hands.
It was a very pleasing thought.
~~oOo~~
Past the perimeter of camp Luthor, the rangy spindly growth of the desert gave way to thicker bushes, and long pale grasses. The land slowly climbed until it became plain that the camp was in a shallow valley, and higher up, Lex could see what looked like the beginning of forest—rangy, coniferous-like trees, and trees with a strange, spreading shape. They hiked farther and farther out, exploring what Lex referred to as his kingdom.
Kal pointed out little mounds of flowering plants and short, thick mats of grass scattered here and there. Over the mounds flittered tiny insects that looked like butterflies, they rose in waves and resettled slowly as they made their way past them.
In the vast cloudless blue sky wheeled a flight of what looked like small feathered lizards, the flock moving as one in one direction and then another, and Kal ran under them, keeping pace with them, laughing. Lex loved the sheer enjoyment shining from his face, Kal's enthusiasm. Their exploration had the feel of a pleasant afternoon's nature-hike, all because of Kal's seemingly endless capacity for joy. Lex found himself smiling, too, enjoying Kal's energy, his enjoyment. He watched Kal run on a bit ahead, and wondered. The information printed on the crate's lid had said that interacting with the constructs helped them develop a fuller personality. He wondered who was learning from whom….
Kal swept around and waved wildly at him, before running off again. It was truly eerie how much Kal reminded him of Clark—a more physical, less reserved and controlled Clark. A Clark who smiled and laughed loud and hard….
Kal swung back towards him, holding his hands out. "Look!" It was a flower, a not particularly interesting one at that. Kal came up to him; the flower cupped in both his hands and said, "Isn't it—oh!" Understanding rose in his eyes, and he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry you can't see it, but there are colors…colors I can’t describe in this. It's so pretty."
Lex felt a pang of jealousy before trying to appear interested for Kal. Kal searched his face and then smiled. "But not as pretty as you, there's nothing that is prettier than you, sir."
Lex shook his head, scowled a bit. "Don't call me that."
Kal's face…crumbled. His eyes darkened and it was horrible, the pain—and then nothing, a blank slate--but why?
Lex was torn, confused. He'd done something to hurt Kal, but he was trying to be nice and something had gone wrong, just like always. And then he finally woke. He knew exactly what had happened, he'd pushed Kal to the limit and beyond, without meaning to.
Kal was stiff as a statue and the flower was at his feet, and the gold of his skin had gone pale and waxy. "I'm sorry. I can stop talking—"
"No!" Lex jerked at the sound of his own voice, "No," he said again, not as loud, as frantic. "I didn't mean—I meant don't call me sir. Call me Lex…or complete idiot if you like."
Color rose in Kal's cheeks again, his smile returned, not as brilliant—but there, nevertheless. "Complete Idiot is a bit formal, isn't it?"
Lex's mouth dropped open, his eyebrows rose…"Oh my god—you're making jokes?"
Kal's smile faded away, though his eyes were as intense as when he'd brought the flower to him. "I can do a number of things, Lex. If you'd let me." He dropped his head in what was almost a bow and turned back to the trail they'd cleared.
Lex watched the long line of Kal's back retreating from him. His mouth was still open, and he closed it with a snap. "Kal…?" he whispered. He shook his head. There was no way, no way to ask, no way to begin to ask. Better to ignore…whatever the hell that was.
~~oOo~~
Part seven
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1642
Spoilers: none
Summary: Lex Luthor destroyed one world and crippled another for the sake of humanity. Of course humanity was incapable of understanding the gift he'd given them. Now he was sentenced to pay the price, a lifetime on his very own planet, without the company of other human beings….
Notes/Warnings: language, tantrums, sexual situations …I don’t even have to warn you about M/M sex, right?
This is my failed Big Bang attempt. It's most definitely a WIP. I'm hoping to come up to a good finish--*koff*. I promise there will be an ending—even if they just get on a bus and go to the seashore. In this part, Lex begins to see the shiny yellow glow of the clue bus, chugging up the road...
They worked on the camp perimeter together, in silence, the kind of silence that made the word "uncomfortable" seem an infinitely inadequate way to describe what Lex was feeling. Kal was silent at all times now, watched Lex eat, in silence, watched him walk nightly into the hut and close the door behind him, silently. Lex began to sing non-stop in his head, filling all the quiet spaces in his mind with babble and song and pointless streams of disjointed numbers and words and finally when voices began to speak to him again, when that one voice began to berate and castigate him again, point out how self-defeating his stubbornness was, how it was Lex's downfall over and over—Lex decided they needed a larger project. A more ambitious project, one that would consume every thinking part of his brain, one that would silence that all too vocal dragon in his mind.
Lex had a cunning plan.
They began to widen a pool out of a section split off from the stream. They dug out silt and rock to make a deeper basin where the water could collect, because the shower Lex had rigged up from the parts so kindly provided in the supply drop, was never going to be as satisfying as submerging to his neck in water. It would be cold water of course, but still…Lex shuddered. To have the luxury to scrub and scrub without worrying the water would exhaust itself before he was thoroughly clean….
It was hard work, and it did just what Lex hoped it would—exhaust himself so completely that dealing with Kal and his looming, all-consuming silence became an impossibility. He dragged himself to bed nightly, and what Kal did he had no idea or concern. Those dull green eyes didn't bother Lex in the least, the crimped thinned lips never intruded on a single thought and Lex certainly had no energy left to touch himself—barely had the energy left to fall into his bed.
The day the pool was finally completed, Kal shocked Lex to his core by leaping in with a wild whoop. The look on the construct's face when the cool water rolled over him could only be described as pleasure. Pleasure, pure and simple. And of course, it hadn't really occurred to Lex before that moment that Kal would be able to experience pleasure like that.
Kal completely gave himself over to the pleasure of swimming in the cool water. He stroked back and forth across the small pool, staring fascinated at the waves he churned up. Lex watched him do it and thought that Kal had forgotten he was there, and was just…enjoying himself. Kal swam to the edge and actually started when he saw Lex. He almost smiled, before dropping his eyes. He said, "Forgive me, but…it's very nice in the water, sir, wouldn't you like to come in, too?" He glanced upwards, and his eyes were that clear ocean green again, and for a moment, he looked so hopeful, almost pleading.
Lex turned on his heel and stalked back to Camp Luthor, shut himself up in his Flintstone House, and burrowed into his bed, and refused--*refused* to dream, or think. He lay in the darkness and barely breathed.
The next morning, Kal was sitting on a crate, under the tarp, eyes fixed on the point that the sun rose. He didn't look left or right, his face was a blank mask. He was exactly as Lex had ordered him to be. He was nothing.
They worked, again in the silence that grew more and more oppressive, until Lex wished desperately there was a way to undo this thing of his making, this silence that was becoming a frantically growing itch under his skin. Lex wanted to let it go, he did. It was just. It felt like breaking to even think about letting it go, wanting to was going against a lifetime of being trained not to break.
Something was happening.
Something began to change. The more Lex fought against what he thought of as breaking, the more Kal seemed to sense—something, a change. Lex slowly came to see that Kal's silence had shifted; it was less machine-like. It was deeper but also seemed less forced; he looked…patient. Endlessly, deeply patient.
Day after day, Kal wore the sort of look that Lex had used to wear, those times his father had questioned about his daily performance, questioned him about his lack of friends, because being friendless denoted a lack of leadership—conversely, any incipient friendships were questioned and destroyed, as reaching outside family denoted weakness--
That look on Kal's face, hopeless and hopeful at once, made Lex shiver.
And then finally a day came, where breaking and not breaking made no difference. Lex sat outside his Flintstone doorway, fixed Kal with a look. "Come here."
"Sir? How can I help you?" He stood instantly, his eyes fixed on some point between Lex's collarbones and chin.
"Oh…fuck. Just. Come keep me company."
An expression of surprise washed over the construct's face before he quickly came to sit next to Lex, at his feet. He looked up at Lex, expectant and hopeful. Lex remembered weaving stories about saints, and kings and trials of heroes, they tumbled through his mind before he regained control…"Good job on…ah…the weeding…um, Kal." Lex managed to get out, almost stuttered. "Tomatoes seem to like it here. They…yes…" he stumbled to a finish and went quiet.
Kal blushed, pleased with praise. Dark rose flushed his cheekbones first and then his mouth and spread lower to tint his neck. Lex watched the tide, and swallowed again, licked his lips….
Lex swore that if some miracle ever arose and he managed to get away from this god-forsaken ball of petrified shit, the first thing he'd do was hunt down Bruce Wayne and kill him slowly with his bare hands.
It was a very pleasing thought.
Past the perimeter of camp Luthor, the rangy spindly growth of the desert gave way to thicker bushes, and long pale grasses. The land slowly climbed until it became plain that the camp was in a shallow valley, and higher up, Lex could see what looked like the beginning of forest—rangy, coniferous-like trees, and trees with a strange, spreading shape. They hiked farther and farther out, exploring what Lex referred to as his kingdom.
Kal pointed out little mounds of flowering plants and short, thick mats of grass scattered here and there. Over the mounds flittered tiny insects that looked like butterflies, they rose in waves and resettled slowly as they made their way past them.
In the vast cloudless blue sky wheeled a flight of what looked like small feathered lizards, the flock moving as one in one direction and then another, and Kal ran under them, keeping pace with them, laughing. Lex loved the sheer enjoyment shining from his face, Kal's enthusiasm. Their exploration had the feel of a pleasant afternoon's nature-hike, all because of Kal's seemingly endless capacity for joy. Lex found himself smiling, too, enjoying Kal's energy, his enjoyment. He watched Kal run on a bit ahead, and wondered. The information printed on the crate's lid had said that interacting with the constructs helped them develop a fuller personality. He wondered who was learning from whom….
Kal swept around and waved wildly at him, before running off again. It was truly eerie how much Kal reminded him of Clark—a more physical, less reserved and controlled Clark. A Clark who smiled and laughed loud and hard….
Kal swung back towards him, holding his hands out. "Look!" It was a flower, a not particularly interesting one at that. Kal came up to him; the flower cupped in both his hands and said, "Isn't it—oh!" Understanding rose in his eyes, and he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry you can't see it, but there are colors…colors I can’t describe in this. It's so pretty."
Lex felt a pang of jealousy before trying to appear interested for Kal. Kal searched his face and then smiled. "But not as pretty as you, there's nothing that is prettier than you, sir."
Lex shook his head, scowled a bit. "Don't call me that."
Kal's face…crumbled. His eyes darkened and it was horrible, the pain—and then nothing, a blank slate--but why?
Lex was torn, confused. He'd done something to hurt Kal, but he was trying to be nice and something had gone wrong, just like always. And then he finally woke. He knew exactly what had happened, he'd pushed Kal to the limit and beyond, without meaning to.
Kal was stiff as a statue and the flower was at his feet, and the gold of his skin had gone pale and waxy. "I'm sorry. I can stop talking—"
"No!" Lex jerked at the sound of his own voice, "No," he said again, not as loud, as frantic. "I didn't mean—I meant don't call me sir. Call me Lex…or complete idiot if you like."
Color rose in Kal's cheeks again, his smile returned, not as brilliant—but there, nevertheless. "Complete Idiot is a bit formal, isn't it?"
Lex's mouth dropped open, his eyebrows rose…"Oh my god—you're making jokes?"
Kal's smile faded away, though his eyes were as intense as when he'd brought the flower to him. "I can do a number of things, Lex. If you'd let me." He dropped his head in what was almost a bow and turned back to the trail they'd cleared.
Lex watched the long line of Kal's back retreating from him. His mouth was still open, and he closed it with a snap. "Kal…?" he whispered. He shook his head. There was no way, no way to ask, no way to begin to ask. Better to ignore…whatever the hell that was.
Part seven
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9/7/09 10:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/7/09 10:35 pm (UTC)*cuddles Kal*
I do like Lex in this story, though. He reads very true to character, the paranoid nutjob! :) *rubs Lex's head for luck*
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9/7/09 10:26 pm (UTC)Their adventure hike was great, all the details about the local flora and small animals was interesting.
I'm glad Lex finally pulled out that stick up his butt.
Yeah, I feel some more angst and then happy's comming!
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9/7/09 10:45 pm (UTC)It's about time Lex starts treating Kal like a companion and not a piece of machinery.
"I can do a number of things, Lex. If you'd let me."
hehe Me thinks Lex may have just been propositioned.
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9/7/09 10:48 pm (UTC)PERFECT!!!!!
:)
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9/7/09 10:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/7/09 11:35 pm (UTC)Snarf.
Cheering section!
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9/8/09 12:01 am (UTC)These boys need to be happy!!!
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9/8/09 01:49 am (UTC)I guess eventually he had to bend a bit, didn't he?
I'm glad Lex finally saw that living like they were was far worse than opening up a little to dear
Clark... Uhm... Kal.*winks*
I'm glad that
ClarkKal seems happier and is almost blossoming now that Lex is interacting with him directly.(no subject)
9/8/09 04:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/8/09 04:55 am (UTC)*pokes him*
:)
Wheeeeee!
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9/8/09 05:27 pm (UTC)But where is the naked Lex bath time? *pouts*
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9/18/09 03:35 am (UTC)Yup, you know he has to!
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