SV: The Lonely part 8/10
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roxyTitle: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 2155
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?
In this part, Lex is having a crisis at a rather inopportune time, and Kal is demonstrating self-determination...
Lex felt vaguely idiotic—during the time he'd spent on this rock, he'd never hurt himself. He'd almost become an entrée, yes--he'd made himself miserable, true, but hurt himself due to careless stupidity? He was still torn between embarrassment and pain….
He hadn't even given a thought to climbing the hill, it was barely higher than his head, but one wrong step, and it'd felt as if the sand turned liquid--he'd twisted his weak ankle and slid all the way back down, caroming off rocks and sharp twigged shrubs that the hill surely hadn't possessed when he'd started climbing it. Kal found him hobbling away from his landing site, and decided he'd have to carry Lex home; Kal had scolded him all the way.
It was a little like old, old times.
By the time they'd returned to the Flintstone House, his ankle had been throbbing wildly, and he was bruised and achy. He'd laughed about it, especially after a nice handful of little yellow pills for pain….
"Genius, really. Oh my God…." A sound bubbled out of his throat—a laugh, a manly, mature laugh, definitely not a giggle. "I look like twenty year old Lex after a night out." He turned and hissed with the pain of abused muscles. "Shit…not nearly as much fun at this age…."
Kal stood in the bedroom doorway, frowning. "It's not funny Lex. You could have hurt yourself—worse than this, I mean."
"Shhh, Kal. It's nothing. Stings a little, that's all. I'm fine. This," he gestured the length of himself, "—used to be much worse after a good night out."
Kal's beautiful mouth thinned. "I don't like to think of you hurting yourself on purpose," he said quietly, and Lex stopped grinning.
"I don't like to think of it either," he confessed. "I don't like that me very much."
Kal came closer. "Can I help?"
Lex grimaced and limped to the bed, "Well, if you were a masseur, that would be an enormous help."
Kal lit up. "But I can do that—I can massage you. The information we need is here," he said and pointed at his temple.
Lex stared and groaned. "Oh, of course it is," he muttered, and dropped in careful increments to the mattress. "Of course. Why don't I just lie down here, and with any luck, pass out?"
Kal walked away, and Lex had settled himself comfortably as possible on the bed by the time he came back with a small bottle of what had to be cooking oil. Lex almost told him not to waste the oil before coming to his senses. Kal climbed in after him, plucked at his shirt. "Ah, we need to take this off," he said and Lex moaned.
"You really can't want me to get up again? That's too cruel."
Kal wheedled and poked and prodded until Lex was lying on the bed covered only by a towel and flushing with the memories of tons of schoolboy porn. Kal acted like the whole thing was beyond amusing.
Lex growled, "I'm naked and injured and you're making fun of me—is that fair?"
"Really, Lex—I'm not making fun of anything. You're very fit and attractive."
Lex muttered into the pillow, "You have to say that," and hissed as Kal ran his hands from the nape of his neck to the small of his back.
"You're very tense. I'll try to loosen you up. I'll be gentle."
"Fuck," Lex told his pillow. Fuck and fuck again. He could feel small muscles quiver, wondered if he'd pass out from lack of blood to the brain. Kal started at his shoulders, rubbing his hands into knots of muscle and murmuring quietly. "You hold a lot of tension. You know, when you walk, you stiffen all your muscles. You didn't use to walk that way."
"How would you know?" Lex wondered how much information they'd programmed Kal with before shipping him to planet Hell. He started to turn, to ask Kal, and Kal gently pushed him down. Lex just managed to keep from gasping out loud.
"Relax, please. I know because I'm made to know many things about you." Lex knew that, but the constant evidence that Kal had no real choice in what he felt made his chest feel hollow. "How you looked, your background, all of that was written into me. I know you Lex. I care about you."
Kal seemed almost proud of being programmed into Lex's toy. It made Lex feel vaguely nauseous and as Kal's hands worked in wider swoops across his body, made his skin feel warmer, arousal and nausea were almost hand in hand. Why couldn't he just let it go? Why did he have to dig and dig?
Kal was working the oil into Lex's skin, slowly. He stroked and kneaded and drew moans from Lex. His hands felt enormous on Lex's back, felt warm and safe and he really wanted to hate it but…a small groan creaked out of his lips. Felt so good.
Kal's breathing was steady as he pushed and pressed, his warm hands working slowly and carefully down the injured leg. Kal worked around his ankle, working warmth into the muscle and then, up again, higher and higher up his leg until Lex was holding his breath, biting his lip and hanging between the sensation of melting and being wrung tight as a wire. Kal's knuckles brushed his balls and Lex bit down on a moan, unable to twitch the way he wanted to, afraid to move his legs wider to give Kal access….
Kal's voice was in his ear. "Do you like this?" His knuckles dragged slow and gentle across his balls. "More?" His hands moved away, and Lex protested. "Yes, more," Kal said, and his thumbs rubbed circles into the soft swell of Lex's ass, drifting lightly into and out of the cleft.
"Don't…" Lex mumbled. "Don’t do it, don't…."
Kal laughed softly. "You don’t mean that," and ran his thumbs down his cleft and held him open. Before Lex could protest, Kal's tongue, hot and soft, dragged right over him. Lex was so far gone that for a moment, he thought that he'd come, the feeling had been so incredibly intense. The heat, the moisture of Kal's mouth wiped nearly everything from his mind except the need for more. For everything. All the things he'd denied himself for…for centuries, it felt like. Still--
"Kal. Don't. I don't want you to do this. I don't want to do this." Lex almost laughed. Here he was, face down on the bed, moaning into his arms, burning and shaking like he had a fever and begging Kal not to take things further. oh, without a doubt, you didn’t want this."I don't, I don't…."
Kal sat back, and Lex immediately mourned the loss of all that mouth, that silky skin. "Lex. You do want this, I can see that you do--*Lex*." Kal's eye was suddenly in Lex's line of sight, big and green and so—it made Lex want to laugh, that eye, until Kal spoke. "Oh—oh! You think I can't say no. You're thinking that this, is because I'm programmed to…yes, in a way I am. But I don’t *have* to. Not in the way you think. I'm not a toaster, Lex, and you haven't asked me for anything."
Lex sputtered, "But if I did—you—you would have to! You can't disobey me." Lex stopped. This was the sort of thing that could only happen to him—a discussion of autonomy, buck naked and hard, (though that condition was rapidly changing)—with an unbelievably beautiful boy who seemed to have been made just for *him*. What was more, he was feeling *guilt* for considering—for wanting to have sex—with. With someone who might not have a choice in the matter…and when the fuck had that happened?
He was certain he was going insane. Completely…totally…fucking…insane.
The unbelievably beautiful boy leaned into his neck and in a voice laced with amused sarcasm, said, "Not a hammer. Not a sex slave." Kal pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and his voice warmed, became a sweet breath against his ear. "Companion, Lex. We're made to be pleasing, not allow ourselves to be broken. You can't hurt me." Kal's hands were a gentle pressure on his ribs, stroking in slow circles as he spoke. "It gives me great pleasure to make you happy. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?"
Lex wanted to believe it, wanted it terribly. Kal took his silence as permission to continue. Lex settled back into the pillow and let Kal do…what he wanted.
"Pretty," Kal murmured, stroked his hand over the swell of Lex's ass. Lex bit his lip at the feel of Kal's dick, bloodwarm and heavy, a welcome weight drawing streaks of precome along the inside of his thigh. Lex squeezed his eyes closed, afraid to look, afraid to break the illusion that this was real. He'd ask later, he wanted to know, but at the moment, all he really wanted was to let go—drown himself in the sensation of Kal slowly easing oil-slick fingers inside him, making his heart race and his chest burn. It felt like he was harder than he'd ever been in his life, that Kal pushing him against those rough ugly sheets would be all it took to make him come.
"Tell me, Lex. Tell me what you want."
Lex moaned, long and loud, and spread his legs wide, wider until the muscles burned. He pushed himself against the sheets. "You know, you know what I want—"
"Tell me—"
"God. Fuck me, all right? I want you to--please."
Kal went silent, still and then, began pushing inside, slowly—the crown of his dick hanging on the rim of Lex's hole, rubbing slow and gentle until it opened. Lex moaned loud as Kal sank inside him. The slide in was like…like he was opening to sensations deeper than he'd ever believed possible. It was hot and…hard…and hurt but he knew the pain was inconsequential, fleeting, and that it would feel like heaven the moment Kal began to move…it did. It did, feel good. Felt amazing. Waves of heat and pure pleasure swept over him, made him shiver and shake and call out, to God, to Kal, and then it was just sound tumbling out, muffled against the sheets. Dick pressed tight against his belly, jerking with the pleasure he felt, sliding in his own slick. He fucked against the bed searching for release, lost in it. All he knew was Kal's heavy heat splitting him, coring the heart out of him.
"It's good, isn't it Lex, feels so good. Makes me feel good." Kal's hand circled Lex's shoulders, tight to the point of just perfect. "I'm close, Lex, now—"
Kal's orgasm was silent, just a shuddering arch against him, a tightening of his hands, a small shocked gasp in Lex's ear, but it might as well have been a shout, Kal might as well have howled and crushed him against the bed, the effect it had on Lex. Lex lost all sense of anything but the tightness in his groin spreading through him so hot and so fast it was almost painful but altogether amazing—he came into his sheets, rode the crest of pleasure for what seemed forever until he crashed, face down, covered with sweat, his ass and thighs aching, his ankle throbbing and it should have been painful. Except he felt amazing. Blown apart, weightless—amazing. He was smiling, he was wet and sticky, the bed was ruined and he was happy. Happy.
Kal pulled out as gently as he could, soothed his hand over the small of Lex's back before rolling to his side next to Lex. Made to kiss him—and Lex jerked back, the dream-like aftershocks evaporating. "Wait!" An expression of hurt surprise flashed over Kal's face before he just looked concerned. Lex grit his teeth. "I—look, I just don't want to break the illusion."
"Illusion?" Kal turned Lex's face towards him. "What—"
Lex flushed. "If you kiss me…your mouth. Will it be like mine?" Lex asked and Kal looked puzzled for a second—and then smiled. He took Lex's finger.
"Yes. I think so." He drew the tip into his mouth, and sucked. The smooth and rough feeling as Kal sucked harder, lapped his tongue around Lex's finger made Lex groan. It was real. Felt real, looked real, he thought as Kal obviously licked from the base of his index finger to the tip, and swirled his glistening tongue over the nail….
"Fuck! Okay, I get it. Oh my god…"
Kal sat back and smirked.
"But…I have some questions yet," Lex panted and Kal rolled his eyes, slumped down next to Lex.
"Lex. How am I not surprised?"
~~oOo~~
Part nine
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 2155
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?
In this part, Lex is having a crisis at a rather inopportune time, and Kal is demonstrating self-determination...
Lex felt vaguely idiotic—during the time he'd spent on this rock, he'd never hurt himself. He'd almost become an entrée, yes--he'd made himself miserable, true, but hurt himself due to careless stupidity? He was still torn between embarrassment and pain….
He hadn't even given a thought to climbing the hill, it was barely higher than his head, but one wrong step, and it'd felt as if the sand turned liquid--he'd twisted his weak ankle and slid all the way back down, caroming off rocks and sharp twigged shrubs that the hill surely hadn't possessed when he'd started climbing it. Kal found him hobbling away from his landing site, and decided he'd have to carry Lex home; Kal had scolded him all the way.
It was a little like old, old times.
By the time they'd returned to the Flintstone House, his ankle had been throbbing wildly, and he was bruised and achy. He'd laughed about it, especially after a nice handful of little yellow pills for pain….
"Genius, really. Oh my God…." A sound bubbled out of his throat—a laugh, a manly, mature laugh, definitely not a giggle. "I look like twenty year old Lex after a night out." He turned and hissed with the pain of abused muscles. "Shit…not nearly as much fun at this age…."
Kal stood in the bedroom doorway, frowning. "It's not funny Lex. You could have hurt yourself—worse than this, I mean."
"Shhh, Kal. It's nothing. Stings a little, that's all. I'm fine. This," he gestured the length of himself, "—used to be much worse after a good night out."
Kal's beautiful mouth thinned. "I don't like to think of you hurting yourself on purpose," he said quietly, and Lex stopped grinning.
"I don't like to think of it either," he confessed. "I don't like that me very much."
Kal came closer. "Can I help?"
Lex grimaced and limped to the bed, "Well, if you were a masseur, that would be an enormous help."
Kal lit up. "But I can do that—I can massage you. The information we need is here," he said and pointed at his temple.
Lex stared and groaned. "Oh, of course it is," he muttered, and dropped in careful increments to the mattress. "Of course. Why don't I just lie down here, and with any luck, pass out?"
Kal walked away, and Lex had settled himself comfortably as possible on the bed by the time he came back with a small bottle of what had to be cooking oil. Lex almost told him not to waste the oil before coming to his senses. Kal climbed in after him, plucked at his shirt. "Ah, we need to take this off," he said and Lex moaned.
"You really can't want me to get up again? That's too cruel."
Kal wheedled and poked and prodded until Lex was lying on the bed covered only by a towel and flushing with the memories of tons of schoolboy porn. Kal acted like the whole thing was beyond amusing.
Lex growled, "I'm naked and injured and you're making fun of me—is that fair?"
"Really, Lex—I'm not making fun of anything. You're very fit and attractive."
Lex muttered into the pillow, "You have to say that," and hissed as Kal ran his hands from the nape of his neck to the small of his back.
"You're very tense. I'll try to loosen you up. I'll be gentle."
"Fuck," Lex told his pillow. Fuck and fuck again. He could feel small muscles quiver, wondered if he'd pass out from lack of blood to the brain. Kal started at his shoulders, rubbing his hands into knots of muscle and murmuring quietly. "You hold a lot of tension. You know, when you walk, you stiffen all your muscles. You didn't use to walk that way."
"How would you know?" Lex wondered how much information they'd programmed Kal with before shipping him to planet Hell. He started to turn, to ask Kal, and Kal gently pushed him down. Lex just managed to keep from gasping out loud.
"Relax, please. I know because I'm made to know many things about you." Lex knew that, but the constant evidence that Kal had no real choice in what he felt made his chest feel hollow. "How you looked, your background, all of that was written into me. I know you Lex. I care about you."
Kal seemed almost proud of being programmed into Lex's toy. It made Lex feel vaguely nauseous and as Kal's hands worked in wider swoops across his body, made his skin feel warmer, arousal and nausea were almost hand in hand. Why couldn't he just let it go? Why did he have to dig and dig?
Kal was working the oil into Lex's skin, slowly. He stroked and kneaded and drew moans from Lex. His hands felt enormous on Lex's back, felt warm and safe and he really wanted to hate it but…a small groan creaked out of his lips. Felt so good.
Kal's breathing was steady as he pushed and pressed, his warm hands working slowly and carefully down the injured leg. Kal worked around his ankle, working warmth into the muscle and then, up again, higher and higher up his leg until Lex was holding his breath, biting his lip and hanging between the sensation of melting and being wrung tight as a wire. Kal's knuckles brushed his balls and Lex bit down on a moan, unable to twitch the way he wanted to, afraid to move his legs wider to give Kal access….
Kal's voice was in his ear. "Do you like this?" His knuckles dragged slow and gentle across his balls. "More?" His hands moved away, and Lex protested. "Yes, more," Kal said, and his thumbs rubbed circles into the soft swell of Lex's ass, drifting lightly into and out of the cleft.
"Don't…" Lex mumbled. "Don’t do it, don't…."
Kal laughed softly. "You don’t mean that," and ran his thumbs down his cleft and held him open. Before Lex could protest, Kal's tongue, hot and soft, dragged right over him. Lex was so far gone that for a moment, he thought that he'd come, the feeling had been so incredibly intense. The heat, the moisture of Kal's mouth wiped nearly everything from his mind except the need for more. For everything. All the things he'd denied himself for…for centuries, it felt like. Still--
"Kal. Don't. I don't want you to do this. I don't want to do this." Lex almost laughed. Here he was, face down on the bed, moaning into his arms, burning and shaking like he had a fever and begging Kal not to take things further. oh, without a doubt, you didn’t want this."I don't, I don't…."
Kal sat back, and Lex immediately mourned the loss of all that mouth, that silky skin. "Lex. You do want this, I can see that you do--*Lex*." Kal's eye was suddenly in Lex's line of sight, big and green and so—it made Lex want to laugh, that eye, until Kal spoke. "Oh—oh! You think I can't say no. You're thinking that this, is because I'm programmed to…yes, in a way I am. But I don’t *have* to. Not in the way you think. I'm not a toaster, Lex, and you haven't asked me for anything."
Lex sputtered, "But if I did—you—you would have to! You can't disobey me." Lex stopped. This was the sort of thing that could only happen to him—a discussion of autonomy, buck naked and hard, (though that condition was rapidly changing)—with an unbelievably beautiful boy who seemed to have been made just for *him*. What was more, he was feeling *guilt* for considering—for wanting to have sex—with. With someone who might not have a choice in the matter…and when the fuck had that happened?
He was certain he was going insane. Completely…totally…fucking…insane.
The unbelievably beautiful boy leaned into his neck and in a voice laced with amused sarcasm, said, "Not a hammer. Not a sex slave." Kal pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and his voice warmed, became a sweet breath against his ear. "Companion, Lex. We're made to be pleasing, not allow ourselves to be broken. You can't hurt me." Kal's hands were a gentle pressure on his ribs, stroking in slow circles as he spoke. "It gives me great pleasure to make you happy. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?"
Lex wanted to believe it, wanted it terribly. Kal took his silence as permission to continue. Lex settled back into the pillow and let Kal do…what he wanted.
"Pretty," Kal murmured, stroked his hand over the swell of Lex's ass. Lex bit his lip at the feel of Kal's dick, bloodwarm and heavy, a welcome weight drawing streaks of precome along the inside of his thigh. Lex squeezed his eyes closed, afraid to look, afraid to break the illusion that this was real. He'd ask later, he wanted to know, but at the moment, all he really wanted was to let go—drown himself in the sensation of Kal slowly easing oil-slick fingers inside him, making his heart race and his chest burn. It felt like he was harder than he'd ever been in his life, that Kal pushing him against those rough ugly sheets would be all it took to make him come.
"Tell me, Lex. Tell me what you want."
Lex moaned, long and loud, and spread his legs wide, wider until the muscles burned. He pushed himself against the sheets. "You know, you know what I want—"
"Tell me—"
"God. Fuck me, all right? I want you to--please."
Kal went silent, still and then, began pushing inside, slowly—the crown of his dick hanging on the rim of Lex's hole, rubbing slow and gentle until it opened. Lex moaned loud as Kal sank inside him. The slide in was like…like he was opening to sensations deeper than he'd ever believed possible. It was hot and…hard…and hurt but he knew the pain was inconsequential, fleeting, and that it would feel like heaven the moment Kal began to move…it did. It did, feel good. Felt amazing. Waves of heat and pure pleasure swept over him, made him shiver and shake and call out, to God, to Kal, and then it was just sound tumbling out, muffled against the sheets. Dick pressed tight against his belly, jerking with the pleasure he felt, sliding in his own slick. He fucked against the bed searching for release, lost in it. All he knew was Kal's heavy heat splitting him, coring the heart out of him.
"It's good, isn't it Lex, feels so good. Makes me feel good." Kal's hand circled Lex's shoulders, tight to the point of just perfect. "I'm close, Lex, now—"
Kal's orgasm was silent, just a shuddering arch against him, a tightening of his hands, a small shocked gasp in Lex's ear, but it might as well have been a shout, Kal might as well have howled and crushed him against the bed, the effect it had on Lex. Lex lost all sense of anything but the tightness in his groin spreading through him so hot and so fast it was almost painful but altogether amazing—he came into his sheets, rode the crest of pleasure for what seemed forever until he crashed, face down, covered with sweat, his ass and thighs aching, his ankle throbbing and it should have been painful. Except he felt amazing. Blown apart, weightless—amazing. He was smiling, he was wet and sticky, the bed was ruined and he was happy. Happy.
Kal pulled out as gently as he could, soothed his hand over the small of Lex's back before rolling to his side next to Lex. Made to kiss him—and Lex jerked back, the dream-like aftershocks evaporating. "Wait!" An expression of hurt surprise flashed over Kal's face before he just looked concerned. Lex grit his teeth. "I—look, I just don't want to break the illusion."
"Illusion?" Kal turned Lex's face towards him. "What—"
Lex flushed. "If you kiss me…your mouth. Will it be like mine?" Lex asked and Kal looked puzzled for a second—and then smiled. He took Lex's finger.
"Yes. I think so." He drew the tip into his mouth, and sucked. The smooth and rough feeling as Kal sucked harder, lapped his tongue around Lex's finger made Lex groan. It was real. Felt real, looked real, he thought as Kal obviously licked from the base of his index finger to the tip, and swirled his glistening tongue over the nail….
"Fuck! Okay, I get it. Oh my god…"
Kal sat back and smirked.
"But…I have some questions yet," Lex panted and Kal rolled his eyes, slumped down next to Lex.
"Lex. How am I not surprised?"
Part nine
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9/20/09 10:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/20/09 10:41 pm (UTC)Does Lex realize what this could mean in regards to how Clark feels for him? Does it mean anything? Oh lots of questions
Lovely questions, yes!!
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9/20/09 10:40 pm (UTC)Three things with this chapter (and, hey, who was all fretful about not being able to write more? Hmmm?): the sex was hot and necessary, Lex thinking of Kal as a "beautiful boy" made me happy and sad at the same time, and Kal saying he wasn't a hammer made me think of that SpN exchange between Dean and Cas. In other words, I loved it, all of it!
I enjoyed doped!Lex almost as much as masseuse!Kal. :) Hee. Smut!!!
*squishes you*
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9/20/09 11:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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9/20/09 11:02 pm (UTC)But OMG! So very very very hot!!!! *fans self* I love Kal convincing Lex to finally give in to what he's feeling towards Kal.
"Not a hammer. Not a sex slave."
lol If only persoanl Kals were as easy to get as hammers. ;)
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9/20/09 11:33 pm (UTC)I'm so glad it was hot--I swear, it's so nerve-wracking to write porn I really feel like giving it up sometimes! And then I remember--I kinda like porn... *G*
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9/20/09 11:06 pm (UTC)Wonderful! More, please!
And Kal is just so wonderfully patient, too! ♥
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9/20/09 11:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
9/20/09 11:30 pm (UTC)I like this Kal, with his calm awareness and acceptance of the situation. And poor Lex, who just can't let go of the past, even in his exile. Good to see him falling to Kal's influence!
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9/20/09 11:36 pm (UTC)It makes me very happy that you liked that line!
Thanks so much for reading and commenting--and such a lovely comment! :)
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9/20/09 11:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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9/21/09 12:09 am (UTC)Awesomeness.
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9/21/09 12:19 am (UTC)Kal's just as stubborn as someone else Lex knows....
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9/21/09 02:05 am (UTC)Warn? I always count that as a promise!
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9/21/09 03:47 am (UTC)*eyeballs you* Hmmmmm... ;)
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9/21/09 04:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
9/21/09 02:33 am (UTC)Oh, Lex, you enormous goober. Jayzus.
:)
*swoon*
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9/21/09 03:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
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9/21/09 03:49 am (UTC)*grin* Thanks so much for reading, my dear!
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9/21/09 05:06 am (UTC)I love Lex's internal struggle about abusing Kal and later about breaking the 'allusion' he's allowed himself.
I love how Kal is becomming more assertive as a companion, learning what it is Lex really needs, someone to take a little control when the control freak denies himself things out of guilt, and how he's learning to please himself in the process.
Great chapter!
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9/27/09 06:14 am (UTC)I love how Kal is becomming more assertive as a companion, learning what it is Lex really needs, someone to take a little control when the control freak denies himself things out of guilt, and how he's learning to please himself in the process.
that part right there--made me so happy!! I'm thrilled what I'm trying to say about them is coming through!
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9/21/09 09:30 pm (UTC)"Lex. How am I not surprised?"
Yes! Classic. Oh, Lex. :)
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9/27/09 06:15 am (UTC)Thanks so much for commenting and sorry about the late response. *sigh* That's happening a lot lately.
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9/27/09 06:17 am (UTC)AWWW, you make me feel so good!
(and oy, do i need that, lol!)
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10/19/09 04:01 pm (UTC)"But…I have some questions yet," Lex panted and Kal rolled his eyes, slumped down next to Lex.
"Lex. How am I not surprised?"
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12/17/12 07:34 pm (UTC)