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SV: The Lonely part 7/10
Title: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1246
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?
The quoted bit is from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe. Yes, yes, cliché, but most recognizable. *g* In this part, Lex might be changing his mind about a number of things, and worrying about others...
Ignoring it was certainly easier in the cartoon bright light of the afternoon—it was another matter all together in the velvet black of the night, heat puddling everywhere, in the crook of his elbow, the crease of his neck, the folds of his eyes…every slight touch, the slight shift of the sheets, twist of the fabric over his groin made him hard. The memory of Kal's eyes—bright, hot, full of knowledge he didn’t think Kal had--now, the possibilities kept him up at night. He sweat, and imagined Kal sliding over him, wet and hot, his mouth searching out the points that made Lex tremble. Kal's mouth on the crease of his thigh, right below the curve of his ass—biting a little, just the way Lex liked…Lex curved one hand around his dick and reached back to touch himself with the other and let out a low, shaky breath, traced the tight ring, and pressed just enough, to swallow up the tip of his finger. It made him groan, it always made him groan, that first touch…
Lex shivered, he imagined Kal chuckling a little, knowing what it did to him, then following with a kiss, and another finger, to hold him open, lick and suck and make him wet, soft….
Lex grunted in surprise, orgasm boiled through him without warning. He ended curled in the center of his bed, panting, sweat and come gleaming on his skin…he dragged his hand over himself, wiped it on the sheet…was this something Kal would want? Could he desire to do something like this?
If Lex asked him, would he be able to refuse?
Lex slept deep and long, woke feeling uneasy, and tired. He dragged himself out of bed and outside to the shower. He jerked back in shock when Kal turned to him with a smile—sitting under his corner of the tarp shaded work area…"Oh! Kal—" Fuck. He'd left him…"Kal. Tonight, you sleep inside, all right?"
Kal stood. "Thank you. I'd like that."
"We can…can make a couch in the kitchen and you can stay there…" Lex stopped, blinked…"Do--do you sleep?"
Kal nodded, his sincere expression making Lex's head hurt... "Yes, if I choose. I need some time…asleep. Not much, though."
"Yes, that's a lot like Clark. He doesn't need much sleep either." Lex stopped and glanced at Kal, a flush warming his neck and scalp. "I was sort of a student of Clark," he said, with a rueful smile. Kal nodded, and Lex was so wrapped up in his own sudden attack of memories, he never thought to question why Kal seemed to know who he was speaking of.
That morning they had breakfast together.
Or rather, Lex ate breakfast while Kal watched as though it was the cleverest thing Lex had ever done. After a bit, Lex stopped trying to snatch secret little glances of Kal and just stared. They smiled at each other throughout the meal, and Lex felt the most comfortable he'd had in years and years. There was something about gazing at Kal, and having him look back…his mind pulled up an old, old memory, almost certainly made sweeter with the passage of time, but. It was one of his favorites. It had been in the farmhouse's kitchen--he'd found Clark and Martha, standing nose to nose, so to speak, in the early morning light coloring the room, arguing about how much sugar to put in the pancake batter. Lex had quietly stood off to one side and watched them 'argue' and he hadn't felt jealous, or covetous…he'd felt lucky to be there. Lucky to be part of it, no matter how brief the moment. And Clark had turned and smiled at him, winked, and it had felt like more than sharing a joke—it'd felt like love.
And of course, it hadn't lasted, and it hadn’t been enough for him and Lex regretted bitterly what his twenty-two year old self had been willing to throw away.
Kal beamed, he looked as if just being with Lex was enough to make him happy. Lex didn't even care that Kal had no choice in the matter—that he was made to want Lex's happiness. This time, Lex was not going to examine it, to try and take the feeling apart, try and take Kal apart. He was going to live in it—enjoy it, and make it the pleasure it could be, instead of the punishment he suspected his jailors had planned Kal to be.
~~oOo~~
"It happened one day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand. I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition. I listened, I looked round me, but I could hear nothing, nor see anything; I went up to a rising ground to look farther; I went up the shore and down the shore, but it was all one; I could see no other impression but that one. I went to it again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not be my fancy; but there was no room for that, for there was exactly the print of a foot - toes, heel, and every part of a foot," Lex read aloud, and Kal sighed. "It's a wonderful story. It's a little like your story, isn't it?"
Lex's lips thinned and he closed the book. "Except for the part where he didn't eliminate millions of people and destroy an entire planet for the good of the many, yes, it is like my story."
Kal was silent for a long time, his pink cheeks even pinker while he thought. "What you did was wrong," he said at last, and Lex raised his eyebrows.
"I—yes. No." He huffed and collapsed on the bench next to Kal. "I don’t know what to think anymore, about myself, about what I did."
Kal touched Lex's arm, slid his hand down to curl around Lex's wrist, a gentle move that made Lex shudder. Kal caught Lex's eyes and said," Yes, you do. You regretted it the minute it happened, and blamed yourself before the judges did. You think you don't care but you do."
"You have no idea what I'm like. You have no choice but to think the best of me. You were made that way."
Kal stared. "You think I have no self-will? You think I'm just a toy."
Lex was already beginning to be uncertain—Kal's reactions weren’t exactly those of programmable robot. He looked rather…fierce.
"I'm more than that. For you, I'm much more than that. I have choices, Lex Luthor, and right now, I choose to be someplace you are not."
Lex watched Kal stalk off and all he could think of was just how fucking hot Kal was, loosing his temper. Lex blinked. Kal had just had a royal snit and chose to leave him without asking permission…maybe Kal had choices…but…were they real choices? Could he take what he wanted for himself?"
"Kal, Kal, wait! I'm sorry!" Lex blinked. Sorry…the word barely sounded real coming from himself. He was, though. He was so very sorry about a million things but he couldn't bring himself to think about the disaster his life had grown to be now. There was too much, it was too much to think about.
~~oOo~~
Part eight
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 1246
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?
The quoted bit is from Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe. Yes, yes, cliché, but most recognizable. *g* In this part, Lex might be changing his mind about a number of things, and worrying about others...
Ignoring it was certainly easier in the cartoon bright light of the afternoon—it was another matter all together in the velvet black of the night, heat puddling everywhere, in the crook of his elbow, the crease of his neck, the folds of his eyes…every slight touch, the slight shift of the sheets, twist of the fabric over his groin made him hard. The memory of Kal's eyes—bright, hot, full of knowledge he didn’t think Kal had--now, the possibilities kept him up at night. He sweat, and imagined Kal sliding over him, wet and hot, his mouth searching out the points that made Lex tremble. Kal's mouth on the crease of his thigh, right below the curve of his ass—biting a little, just the way Lex liked…Lex curved one hand around his dick and reached back to touch himself with the other and let out a low, shaky breath, traced the tight ring, and pressed just enough, to swallow up the tip of his finger. It made him groan, it always made him groan, that first touch…
Lex shivered, he imagined Kal chuckling a little, knowing what it did to him, then following with a kiss, and another finger, to hold him open, lick and suck and make him wet, soft….
Lex grunted in surprise, orgasm boiled through him without warning. He ended curled in the center of his bed, panting, sweat and come gleaming on his skin…he dragged his hand over himself, wiped it on the sheet…was this something Kal would want? Could he desire to do something like this?
If Lex asked him, would he be able to refuse?
Lex slept deep and long, woke feeling uneasy, and tired. He dragged himself out of bed and outside to the shower. He jerked back in shock when Kal turned to him with a smile—sitting under his corner of the tarp shaded work area…"Oh! Kal—" Fuck. He'd left him…"Kal. Tonight, you sleep inside, all right?"
Kal stood. "Thank you. I'd like that."
"We can…can make a couch in the kitchen and you can stay there…" Lex stopped, blinked…"Do--do you sleep?"
Kal nodded, his sincere expression making Lex's head hurt... "Yes, if I choose. I need some time…asleep. Not much, though."
"Yes, that's a lot like Clark. He doesn't need much sleep either." Lex stopped and glanced at Kal, a flush warming his neck and scalp. "I was sort of a student of Clark," he said, with a rueful smile. Kal nodded, and Lex was so wrapped up in his own sudden attack of memories, he never thought to question why Kal seemed to know who he was speaking of.
That morning they had breakfast together.
Or rather, Lex ate breakfast while Kal watched as though it was the cleverest thing Lex had ever done. After a bit, Lex stopped trying to snatch secret little glances of Kal and just stared. They smiled at each other throughout the meal, and Lex felt the most comfortable he'd had in years and years. There was something about gazing at Kal, and having him look back…his mind pulled up an old, old memory, almost certainly made sweeter with the passage of time, but. It was one of his favorites. It had been in the farmhouse's kitchen--he'd found Clark and Martha, standing nose to nose, so to speak, in the early morning light coloring the room, arguing about how much sugar to put in the pancake batter. Lex had quietly stood off to one side and watched them 'argue' and he hadn't felt jealous, or covetous…he'd felt lucky to be there. Lucky to be part of it, no matter how brief the moment. And Clark had turned and smiled at him, winked, and it had felt like more than sharing a joke—it'd felt like love.
And of course, it hadn't lasted, and it hadn’t been enough for him and Lex regretted bitterly what his twenty-two year old self had been willing to throw away.
Kal beamed, he looked as if just being with Lex was enough to make him happy. Lex didn't even care that Kal had no choice in the matter—that he was made to want Lex's happiness. This time, Lex was not going to examine it, to try and take the feeling apart, try and take Kal apart. He was going to live in it—enjoy it, and make it the pleasure it could be, instead of the punishment he suspected his jailors had planned Kal to be.
"It happened one day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand. I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition. I listened, I looked round me, but I could hear nothing, nor see anything; I went up to a rising ground to look farther; I went up the shore and down the shore, but it was all one; I could see no other impression but that one. I went to it again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not be my fancy; but there was no room for that, for there was exactly the print of a foot - toes, heel, and every part of a foot," Lex read aloud, and Kal sighed. "It's a wonderful story. It's a little like your story, isn't it?"
Lex's lips thinned and he closed the book. "Except for the part where he didn't eliminate millions of people and destroy an entire planet for the good of the many, yes, it is like my story."
Kal was silent for a long time, his pink cheeks even pinker while he thought. "What you did was wrong," he said at last, and Lex raised his eyebrows.
"I—yes. No." He huffed and collapsed on the bench next to Kal. "I don’t know what to think anymore, about myself, about what I did."
Kal touched Lex's arm, slid his hand down to curl around Lex's wrist, a gentle move that made Lex shudder. Kal caught Lex's eyes and said," Yes, you do. You regretted it the minute it happened, and blamed yourself before the judges did. You think you don't care but you do."
"You have no idea what I'm like. You have no choice but to think the best of me. You were made that way."
Kal stared. "You think I have no self-will? You think I'm just a toy."
Lex was already beginning to be uncertain—Kal's reactions weren’t exactly those of programmable robot. He looked rather…fierce.
"I'm more than that. For you, I'm much more than that. I have choices, Lex Luthor, and right now, I choose to be someplace you are not."
Lex watched Kal stalk off and all he could think of was just how fucking hot Kal was, loosing his temper. Lex blinked. Kal had just had a royal snit and chose to leave him without asking permission…maybe Kal had choices…but…were they real choices? Could he take what he wanted for himself?"
"Kal, Kal, wait! I'm sorry!" Lex blinked. Sorry…the word barely sounded real coming from himself. He was, though. He was so very sorry about a million things but he couldn't bring himself to think about the disaster his life had grown to be now. There was too much, it was too much to think about.
Part eight
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*pets the boys*
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It's a new concept for him, that's certain. Now Lex has to think about what comes next!
Thank you--it's good to be working on this again, even if it comes in tiny little scoops! :)
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I'm glad to see Lex finally accepting Kal as more than just a robot too. And Kal standing up to Lex! I think Kal may have a bit of fun making Lex run after him. :D
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Heeee!
Aww, Kal wouldn't make Lex work too hard for it--that would be mean! :)
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and tomorrow--naughty bits! :)
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and tomorrow--naughty bits!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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I am loving this, Ms. Thang. So lovely.
:)
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That means the world to me! Thank you!
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Kal learns all the time, adjusts himself to Lex. He's made to be what Lex wants, even if Lex isn't sure what he wants. Or, he could just be acting out according to clues he picks up from Lex, to seem as though he has self-will.
If I tell you now, the story's done! *G*
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You--you make me so happy. :)
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And of course, it hadn't lasted, and it hadn’t been enough for him and Lex regretted bitterly what his twenty-two year old self had been willing to throw away.
I had to read this over a few times. I do that with my favorite lines in my favorite stories, and like with those I got that gut-clench of regret here. Man, I hope this one has a happy ending. :( That memory's a killer, and Kal really shows his growth (and early Clark's perseverance) with this one:
"You regretted it the minute it happened, and blamed yourself before the judges did. You think you don't care but you do."
Oy, woman!
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And the line you quoted! *dances* Thank you, thank you! I wasn't sure if it made sense, or had the weight I wanted it to. This Lex here is slowly letting all the regrets that he'd shoved deep inside to the surface, after years and years of being 'the Luthor'.
Kal really shows his growth (and early Clark's perseverance) with this one:
YES!! Yes, that's what I wanted to come out of that--that it's Kal's similarity to young Clark and his belief in Lex that's making Lex think, regret--with no other distraction and nothing left to prove, Lex might be looking at himself for the first time in years.
That's what I'm thinking anyway. :)
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*rubs hands like Mr. Burns--Exzoooollent...*
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This story is such a great little mystery - who or what is Kal? Was he sent as a gift or a punishment or as a lesson or perhaps a chance at redemption? I keep puzzling and puzzling - I'm totally intrigued! And I do love that Lex is starting to recognize his behaviour so often just winds up hurting himself.
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That's almost key with Lex--I think anyway--that no matter how hard someone else may try to hurt him, he hurts himself worse. Deep down, he lacks belief in himself, he was taught to. I refuse to swallow that 'born to be bad' that they tried to force feed us the last few seasons. *pout*
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♥
That's as intelligent a comment as you'll get, m'afraid!! But I LOVE it!!!
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I'm beaming all over the place here! *G*
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Thank you, thank you!!!
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*sprinkles cookie crumbs about and hopes for the porn fairy*
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Kal hurt because he has can feel physical sensations--he has to. The constructs are meant to be companions in all sorts of ways. *blushes modestly*
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At the moment he did it, he thought that he was right.