roxy. SV: The Lonely part 9/10

Title: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 2788
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 and Kal are measuring curtains for Flintstone House, they're happy and life is good…real good….

Evening fell, and little lamps scattered here and there around the room came to life--lit, they made the inside Flintstone House glow like ivory. Kal took up most of the couch, sprawled comfortably as he read. The ivory light made his skin glow, his hair gleamed blacker than night. Lex studied him from the table he sat at. These days when he looked, all he saw was Kal. Kal, sweet and gentle and patient, incredibly patient. He sighed, leaned his chin in his hand and just enjoyed watching Kal.

Who could have imagined the best thing that could ever have happened to him was exile?

"You're watching me, aren't you?" Kal smirked, and looked up. Lex instantly closed the notebook he was scribbling in and tried to look casual. "And you're still thinking about hiking out to the mountain range?" His smile faded to a worried frown.

"Yes to both, and I wish you'd stop worrying." He waved his hands in irritation. "You know I have a valid point, Kal. We need a project—idle hands, blah, blah. And as much as I enjoy the thought of passing the time with non-stop sex—" he rolled his eyes at Kal's truly awful attempt at a leer—"we should see what else is this planet has to offer. What if there's a—a better place somewhere out there? And what if…what if they never come back?"

"Lex…as long as we're together, we'll be okay, I'm sure of it. I suppose it does make sense to explore--"

Lex leaned forward and asked Kal in all seriousness, "Can you fly?"

Kal's mouth dropped open and he looked genuinely puzzled, and then slowly, annoyed--amused. "No. I can't. Or set fire with my eyes or do anything that your mind is conjuring up right now. I do what I can because I was built to--the nanites allow me to. Those machines allow me to heal quickly, to be stronger than you. Not 'super' human."

"But my ankle--you told me you could see the damage—you can see through objects—"

"Lex, you misunderstood. I could see the very obvious damage you'd done to yourself at the time. You projected what you wanted on to me." Kal came very close to pouting. "You're really infuriating, you know?"

Lex closed his eyes. "I did it again. It's a terrible habit that I'm sure I've conquered every time…until I do it again." He opened his eyes again to find Kal at his feet, said, "I'm sorry. You know I love you." The words came so easy, so fluid and natural, that it took a moment for his brain to discover what his mouth had let loose….

Kal laid his head on Lex's knee. "I'm so happy to hear you say that. You don't know what it means to me."

Lex was silent as his mind screamed up and down the scales of oh god—he's not even human to neither was Clark and you loved him, to but he's a machine to, he's magic, is what he is. He's magical, the answer to all your prayers and you love him so suck it up and fucking get over it. He thought that was the best advice he'd ever given himself--he exhaled in relief, ignoring the small voice at the back of his head that whispered, 'It's not like anyone will ever know, after all.'

It was true. Lex had made his peace with dying on this rock without ever seeing anyone else but Kal and that, that was fine with him. Became more so every day.

Kal looked up at him. "Lex…" he smoothed huge hot hands over Lex's thighs. "Let me?"

Lex swallowed. "I want to. First." Kal seemed about to protest but he stood and his hands came to rest behind Lex's neck. "I love touching you; your skin is like silk. How I imagine silk would feel." Lex breathed against Kal's hip as he stroked his thumbs at the base of Lex's skull, drew them upwards to the crown of Lex's head. He pressed a kiss there. "So delicate, silk and porcelain, Lex, that's what you are. And under this delicate shell of bone, works the most irritating mind in all the known worlds."

Lex huffed. "Delicate is hardly the word I'd use to describe myself…and you find it very attractive when I'm annoying."

Kal nodded, smiled as if Lex had uncovered a secret of his, his hands cupping Lex's face, smoothing his thumbs over his eyebrows—petting him, and Lex leaned into it—loved it.

Lex gnawed on Kal's hipbone, sucked quickly fading bruises in the cut of his hip, traced loops over creamy smooth skin with his tongue. Under the cover of the green shorts he wore, Kal's dick thickened, lifted the fabric away, grew dark where the tip rested. Lex mouthed that spot, licking and nipping gently. Kal swayed, slowly rocked his hips against Lex's open mouth--between the two of them, they soaked the fabric of the shorts. Lex eased them down and took Kal's dick in his hand. The rose-flushed head leaked over his hand; dripped down Lex's wrist…he lapped it up, twisted his mouth around the tip and sucked hard.

He'd had to get used to some changes. Kal rarely ate or drank, didn't really sleep like he did…and sex, there were changes there too, though less than he'd expected. Kal flushed and sweat during sex, leaked precome enthusiastically but didn't ejaculate—not like Lex did. Lex might be able to come up with plenty of reasons why this was so—but he didn't care. He let himself see that Kal seemed to enjoy whatever they did together, the way Kal panted, moaned at his touch—shuddered and came just like Lex did, and after, looked as dazed and fucked out as Lex did.

Lex's gaze traveled up Kal's body, past his trembling stomach, his frantically working chest, to his head, tilted back, the pulse in his throat throbbing in time with the pulse in his dick. He shivered, bared his teeth and came with a soft cry, pumping slow in and out of Lex's mouth. Lex licked his lips and pulled off just as slowly, reluctant to let Kal go. He wiped his chin and swallowed the faintly salt-sweet saliva mix in his mouth. It took getting used to, this nothing to swallow, just a bit of pre-come and spit... Kal shuddered again and with a huge sigh he sank to his knees. "Lex…" He curved over Lex's dick, and Lex felt Kal's warm lips on the head, the tip of Kal's tongue barely touch.

"Kal, don't tease--open your mouth, please," he begged.

Kal's breath washed over him, fueling a heated flush. He said, "It's not you I'm teasing," and then, slowly sank down on his dick, moaning all the while…Lex loved when Kal opened up and he slid into his throat.

"Kal. Jesus." *This*, no one else could give him this.

~~oOo~~

Hideous and practically indestructible sheets could actually be made into a rather nice hammock, and a hammock tucked under the tarp porch was a wonderful resting place at the end of the day—right before the night grew chill, but after the air gave up trying to mummify them.

Kal lay on his side, nestled into Lex, apparently counting the numerous god-awful freckles the sun had afflicted him with. His skin was a mess—he was a solid mass of Howdy-Doody type freckles, little orange dots spattering him from head to toe….

"Lex, stop complaining. I like them. They make your eyes look bluer—"

"My eyes are grey."

"Blue. And don't argue with me. Or I'll stop counting," Kal threatened, his fingertip resting on a copper nipple. "And tasting," he said, and his tongue swept around the rapidly pebbling flesh.

"God—you're evil. All together the evilest thing, besides myself, on Notearth."

The hammock swung lazily under the shift of their weight. Kal threw a long brown leg over Lex's pink and freckled one. "Notearth? You're a genius. That's the best you could come up with?"

Lex enjoyed the back and forth with Kal—he enjoyed the arguments, he enjoyed making up. Kal was stubborn, argumentative and sometimes downright abrasive. He rather liked it. It made for lively, eventful days that flew by--Lex barely noted the evolution of Kal's personality and after a while, took no notice of it at all.

Kal was Kal, his friend and his lover.

~~oOo~~

After spirited discussion, and arguments that hadn't quite descended to unarmed combat, he'd finally convinced Kal that a trip to the base of the mountain range wouldn't kill them. With sufficient preparation it shouldn't be difficult at all.

Of course, Kal had tried to convince Lex to let him go alone. He'd pointed out quite logically and correctly that he'd be able to do it without food, little water, and little sleep. He'd be able to map out a wider area and do it faster than Lex and he could together.

The thought had been--like being drowned in freezing oil and set aflame. Lex couldn't begin to imagine days and days without Kal, with no means of communication, alone, more alone than he'd been in the beginning, because now he'd been graced with the perfect companion and the thought of being alone again was…was terrifying. Was unimaginable.

Kal had given up the moment he'd seen the distress that Lex couldn't hide.

"I'll never ever leave you, I promise. Nothing on…on Notearth could keep me from you," he'd said and Lex believed him.

And now that that their selected departure time was drawing close, Kal was constantly busy. He buzzed about from one end of Camp Luthor to the other, happily packing, until Lex had complained that until Kal had somehow managed to put himself in charge of planning, he'd never actually known what 'anal retentive' meant. Kal had gently suggested that perhaps now would be a good time for Lex to take a stroll. A long stroll. So, Lex had decided it was the perfect time to disappear for a bit and let Kal revel in his oh so very precise and detailed plans.

He wandered down to the defunct transport platform, idly thinking there might be something of use there before they started out on their epic journey. He adjusted the cap Kal insisted he wear and smiled to himself.

Epic. He snorted. At least he had Kal to make sure that he'd come back in one piece….

~~oOo~~

For the first time in months, Lex was standing in front of the platform that had brought him here to exile. The shimmer that he'd remembered surrounding it was gone— sand was piled up against the sides of the low platform, laid in drifts across the floor. It looked dead. There was no sense of the power he remembered the thing having, like a weapon waiting to be used. Still, Lex walked at a distance around the platform site, remembering how it had protected itself from him the last time he'd attempted to examine it.

After a few long minutes of consideration, Lex turned his back on it. He didn't give a shit if it ever powered up again. There wasn't a damn thing he needed from the Commonwealth. As far as Lex was concerned, he had it all.

There was nothing left at the site that was of interest or looked to be useful. Just a few empty crates and nothing more than that. A flight of the jewel-like, little flying lizards that entranced Kal so much, followed him as he trudged back up the ridge towards Camp. The chirping noises they made nearly masked another, unfamiliar noise, rising behind him—that noise, and with it, an odd smell in the air. The buzzing, crackling noise grew louder as he whirled about. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

The platform was alive again, the air was full of the sand that had nearly covered it; the crackling noise was sand vaporizing. Lights raced around its edge, the shimmer was there again. "What the hell…"

The sky above the platform ripped and out of it, men appeared, blinking rapidly in the acid bright light he'd long gotten used to. There was a man with them Lex recognized. The first group that had dropped him had been led by that man.

The man's eyes widened when he saw Lex, he looked stunned—and pleased.

"Mr. Luthor--Lex. Thank goodness you're still—still here--" as if Lex could have flapped his arms and flown away. "I've got good news—great news! You've been pardoned. All the exiles are being returned home. Stuff—happened. Has been happening. We'll explain… anyway, this kind of imprisonment's been abolished. You're coming home—back to Earth."

Lex gaped for a moment, his brain stuttering through the information, and then…like he'd never taken it off, he drew the persona of Lex Luthor, Lionel's son, around himself like armor. He drawled, "So—I go back with you and spend the rest of my life in a jail cell on Earth?"

"No," the guy grinned, "When we say you're pardoned we mean pardon—totally. You're free, Lex—oh, and there's this." He placed a purple cube in the center of Lex's palm--an official seal was locked over the top. Lex hesitated, and then cracked the seal. Inside the box was a messenger. Lex lifted it out, and noticed it had a thumb seal. Set just for him, than. He pressed it and an image blurred into existence--the heavy browed, thick-snouted visage of the Council president. He sat behind his desk, looking harried and worn and angry and impressive. Lex had never met the being in person but there was no doubt, this was the real deal….

Without introduction or pretence at being sociable, the president spoke. "We need you, Lex. We need your ability….We need your genius. Your help. The war is going…badly. We are prepared to offer you whatever you require for your assistance. You are of course pardoned. You are a full citizen of the Commonwealth once more; everything that was yours has been returned to you. Welcome home."

None of the things that had been his had importance now. None of what the president had said stood out except his plea for Lex's help. Lex didn't feel vindicated, he wasn't amused. What he saw was the opportunity to absolve some of his guilt. He could repay the Commonwealth.

He turned to the man and said, "Thank you. Let me call Kal. We have a few things we'll want to take, but other than that, I'm sure we can be ready quickly."

"Kal?"

"My—my—companion? You know…."

"Your—" The man's eyebrows rose, he looked at Lex with surprise "—right, right—I forgot about the struct. I'm sorry Lex, but we have to leave right now. The invaders are getting worse everyday. All of us, everywhere, are being called back to the galaxy. We're knocking out all the platforms leading to Earth. The struct will be fine. It'll shut down a few days after you're gone, probably." He turned to the others. "Let's go—we're running out of time."

Lex rocked under a wave of emotion—leave Kal, alone—alone on this god-forsaken ball of dirt? Fuck that—"I'm not leaving Kal. Kal! Kal!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, dove to the edge of the platform….

The sun grew suddenly brighter and then dark—the blackness was filled with fireflies and the smell of lightning. Lex dropped to the ground, his head swimming crazily.

"I'm sorry," he heard, and the voice did sound rather casually sorry, "but I have my orders. We really have to go *now*."

Lex couldn't focus past the thundering pain in his head, the bands of steel wrapped around his chest keeping him from drawing real breath. He felt his weight shift and tilt--he was being dragged. He couldn't lift his head, his shouts had become mumbles in his mouth, but he thought, hoped, he was screaming for Kal….

"Lex?"

Lex was shifted in his captor's grip. Through the painful haze, he thought he saw Kal at the top of the ridge that led to camp. He could see, through a blurry veil, the men not holding him were doing something at the platform's edge. He head Kal shout his name, his voice colored with fear and anger, for him--the next thing he saw was a blinding bloom of red and yellow.

He was still trying to scream for Kal when everything went black.

~~oOo~~

Part ten

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Wait ... WHAT?!?! He had to leave Kal? *wibbles*

Make it better? *pouts*

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