SV: The Lonely part 10/10
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roxyTitle: The Lonely
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 2948
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….
Based on the Twilight Zone episode of the same name.
Notes/Warnings: language, tantrums, sexual situations …I don’t even have to warn you about M/M sex, right?
In this part, Lex thinks hard about his life. Questions are not answered, loose threads are not tied up neatly, but this is the end….
The air over what was left of the platform shimmered with colors only Kal could see. Bits of debris fell back to the ground, hot metal and glass bounced off Kal's skin, burning him. Kal took no notice—his eyes were fixed on the spot he'd watched Lex disappear. It took long, long seconds before he could process what had happened. Lex was gone. Logic told him Lex was gone and never coming back but…he couldn't move. A crazy, hopeless but still hoping, part of him thought that if he waited long enough Lex would come back….
There were options open to him, Kal thought. He could wait. He could wait nearly forever, as long as the sun shone, until he slowly wore out. He could power down into a kind of endless sleep to wait, past even the loss of the sun until…he wore out. Or, he could find some way to shut himself off completely. It was supposed to be impossible, but no one had had the kind of teacher he'd had….
The sun fell and rose again before Kal finally walked back to Camp Luthor, having made his choice.
Without Lex—what was he?
Without their companion, what was any construct? Kal dropped his head, watched his feet scuff through the sand. He could find a place away from the sun and sleep…but Lex would frown, tell him he was being unnecessarily self-pitying. That giving up wasn't an option. Kal nodded thoughtfully. Lex was right. He had a duty, a purpose. He was going to wait for Lex to come back, and when he did, he'd hand Camp Luthor over to him, as perfect as when he'd been pulled away. Better. Because Kal had not one iota of doubt that Lex would return—Lex would do anything he could to come back to him.
~~oOo~~
The mountains would have to remain a mystery until Lex returned; Kal made a decision not to explore them until Lex returned. He climb the little ridge behind the camp, and looked towards them often—sometimes he'd spend hours, gazing at the mountains and reliving vivid memories.
Every day, he worked at keeping Camp Luthor functioning, it was his mission now. His entire purpose. He kept the gardens growing, kept the hedges they'd planted neat and healthy and now, they towered over Kal's head. The pool remained clean and the water flowed in and out of it, crystal clear, just the way Lex had wanted. At night, Kal read the books Lex had read aloud to him, and remembered, and loved.
Rain washed out of the heavens, turning everything the shade of grey Lex's eyes truly were. Kal stood under the porch he'd built to replace the weather-worn tarp that had been Flintstone House's original porch, and watched the storm rage across the sand. It whipped across the yard, throwing up splatters of water from the overwhelmed earth. Kal watched, fascinated. He knew in the morning the water would be absorbed and soon, flowers would dot the yard and hills around him—brief as flames….
There was a shift in the grey skies overhead that drew his attention from the storm, a change in color—a bright burning streak burst out of a rent in the heavy clouds and arrowed to the ground in the plain between the mountains and the area Camp Luthor sat in. It split into two—one part continuing to drop to the plains, flame dying, trailing a long plume of smoke behind it and one part rising up again and heading towards him.
It dropped straight to the ground, dropping to land not far from Kal.
It was him. After all these years, he'd come. Kal had wondered sometimes, thought that maybe he'd been forgotten—he should have known better. "Hello, Kal-El."
Kal-El came to sit next to Kal, his eyes on Kal's, his thigh pressed up against Kal's. Kal was surprised at how warm Kal-El was…at how achingly good it felt to touch another being even if it wasn't Lex. Kal-El dropped long warm fingers against the back of Kal's hand. "Hello…Kal, right?" Kal-El laughed softly and shook his head. He smiled at Kal. "Lex," he said, as if that explained all. He shook his head again, affectionate, amused, before his features settled into a sweet, slightly worried smile. "I'm sorry it took so long, but I've needed to juggle looking for you and doing my part. We took Lex back because the planets are at war."
Kal startled. "What--*you* took Lex? War? Kal-El…explain. From the beginning, please."
Kal-El took a deep breath and said, "All right…."
The sky was darker by the time Kal-El had explained to Kal's satisfaction. He was nodding as Kal-el finished, "Even though the tide is turning, it's going slowly. With Lex's help, we're winning. It's just, he never stops working. He cares too much…" Kal-El looked sad.
"But that's good," Kal interrupted. "It's what Lex needed—what you hoped would happen when you sent me here, am I right? You wanted Lex to rediscover his humanity…it worked out well then. Not quite as you planned…."
Kal-El's cheeks burned red—Kal marveled that he still had the ability to blush, considering what Kal-El had been through in his lifetime. "I just didn’t want him to be lonely. Lex doesn't do lonely well."
"Now what?" Kal asked, not wanting to think about Lex surrounded by people and still, being alone.
"I can take you back home--to the fortress. We can erase what happened here. You can remain at the fortress, or you could go on to be a companion to another with some adjustments—"
Kal made a small distressed sound, and Kal-El apologized. "I'm sorry. You're very different than most of our constructs—your experiences have been unusual, compared to that of the others at the fortress. I think…Lex is a very…strong influence."
Kal smiled. "Can you tell me if he's happy?"
Kal-El shrugged. "I don’t see Lex. He lives…elsewhere. Not on Earth."
Kal stared at Kal-El, and repeated slowly, "So…is he happy?"
Kal-El rolled his eyes, but still, he blushed. "He's—surviving. He's not sad. He keeps busy. He's very different man now, Kal. He's a man with many, many responsibilities. So many owe him their lives…he works so hard to be…" Kal-El waved his hand, trying hard to explain. "To be worthy, in a way. To…to give selflessly. It's hard to explain exactly what I mean," Kal-el huffed in exasperation. "Lex is…still Lex, just…" he shrugged.
Of course, Kal understood. He gazed about him. He knew now that Lex was never going to return to Camp Luthor, and so Camp Luthor no longer served a purpose. It was done. But Lex had come away with something wonderful, Kal hoped. Something that would keep him forever…Kal looked towards the sunrise. "Can you turn me off? When we get back to the fortress?"
"I can do that…" Kal-El looked thoughtful. "Are you ready?"
Kal nodded. "Yes. It's been a most interesting life, but I've had enough of being without Lex."
"All right. There's a transport capsule out there," Kal-el said and gestured towards the plain. "I guess…is there anything you want to take with you?" he asked.
Kal shook his head. "Nothing." he hesitated. "Well, there is a book…was book." He shook his head and spoke firmly, "Nothing I need."
"Then let's go." Kal-El swept him up. "Hold on, Kal."
~~oOo~~
The balcony that ran the length of his apartment was wide—from it he was able to see a good part of the city—the hustle and bustle of everyday life. It was a favorite place for him to take dinner, or to relax. He likes looking out across the city; he likes the reminder of why they fight—for this. For life, for the living. Selene had rebuilt rapidly when the chance came, covered over its scars of war, welcomed not only its own refuges back home but welcomed other orphans of the storm as well, like himself, Lex thought.
He lay back against the recliner and wiped his thumb over condensation on his glass, heard nothing but the tinkling sound of the tiny cubes swirling around, tapping each other. There's never anything but cold tea or fruit juice in the glasses now, Lex wanted a clear head at all times—just in case. Besides, he'd worked hard to rebuild himself, to sand away his broken edges--he was not going to fall back into the traps of his old life. At any rate, he found a lot of comfort in his new life. It was lonely, at times deeply lonely, but not in the soul-destroying way it used to be....
Lex sighed. He left the balcony and strode back into his apartment. He wasn't bitter, wasn't angry—he'd just resigned himself to being alone, grateful that this time he wasn't shouldering a towering weight of guilt and bitterness along with the loneliness. Lex wasn't fool enough to think that what he was doing to help in the war effort counted towards erasing the crimes he'd committed in his life. That would be…magical thinking. What he'd done in the past can never really be forgiven. His only choice now was to go forward, to help as much as possible.
That was how his days were spent.
His nights, the time that belonged to him alone, he spent trying to find Kal. Fantasized that some day, he'd see him again. Find the planet he'd been stranded on…Lex ignored the tiny voice that crowed in disbelief find that one uncharted planet out of millions? foolish man --
Millions didn't matter. He knew without a doubt, he'd find that place one day. He would unlock the mystery, and reproduce platform technology and fly until he found Kal again, he would search until he found him or die trying ….
He had another favorite fantasy—he dreamed that one day, there'd come a knock at his door, he'd go to see who it was—since it was his fantasy, there weren't the layers of security between himself and the world that his life required—it was just him, and whoever was behind the door. The door opens and it's Kal, beautiful Kal, who throws himself on Lex and cries out in relief, I've found you—found you again. Most nights, the fantasy stops there, and Lex goes smiling into sleep. It's enough to ease his heart and sooth him into dreams.
"Mr. Luthor," his secretary knocked politely on the door jamb, even though Lex always left the door open as an invitation for his subordinates, a symbol of availability they steadfastly ignored.
"Come in please, Mr. Maxwell, come in."
Maxwell paused, cleared his throat and said, "There's a visitor, sir." A rarity. Most didn't communicate with Lex in person. It was something Lex had ceased to care about. "He's been stopped in the lobby, sir…."
"Ah? Well. Who is it?"
"He won't say, but…well, here."
Maxwell handed Lex a small screen and Lex barely made out the image of a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders on the grainy screen. His large hands skimmed his chest, drew over his hair in an apparent effort to tame the wild curls. He seemed nervous, tugged at the lapels of his outrageously ugly suit repeatedly…"Clark," Lex breathed. What was Clark doing here, he wondered. In the time since his return he hadn't heard from or seen Clark in person. Lex had only been in occasional polite communication with Superman, which lately edged towards a tentative friendliness that Lex was wary of exploring.
Clark…that was different. Clark was…not Superman.
What could possibly bring the man to Lex's place? "Mr. Maxwell, tell security to escort him to the elevator and then…I'll handle it from there."
Maxwell eyed him, obviously troubled, unsure of Lex's safety. "You're certain, Mr. Luthor?"
"Oh, this particular person would never harm me," Lex smiled. "And you know my office has sufficient protection, Mr. Maxwell. Don’t worry so much."
"If you're sure then…."
Minutes later, Lex heard the musical chime of his private elevator coming to a stop in the foyer, heard a sharp rap at the door.
"I'm coming," he called—force of habit, Clark hardly needed a shout. He opened the door. "Clark, what brings you…oh…."
Kal stood there. Kal smiled at him, Kal….
Lex's knees went weak, he felt so heavy, too heavy—and then strong hands were holding him up, lifting him--his heart flipped, raced in his chest. "How did you make it here—how long—how is it possible?" Lex shook his head hard and forced himself to breathe. "No, wait--I'm doing this all wrong," he said. He stepped forward and yanked Kal into his arms. He pressed his cheek to the pulse in Kal's throat and let everything he'd held in for so long out…screw worrying about tears, he'd been so controlled for so long he deserved this break, he deserved it. "Oh god…I missed you so much I thought I'd die. I wished sometimes I had—"
"Lex. Lex." Kal punctuated each gasp of Lex's name with a kiss. "I wanted to stop, I wanted not to miss you…but Kal-el came, took me home…brought me back to you." His hands danced over Lex's shoulders, his waist, his chest, and Lex pushed himself into the frantic touches, laughing, cursing, crying. This was… "This better be real," he gasped, "because I've had dreams like this…."
Kal laughed too, his voice broke, trying to tell Lex that yes, it was real and Lex's skin burned with the heat of his kisses, his touch.
"It was Clark all along, wasn't it? He made this happen, all of it. Good. I'm grateful to him." His fierce grip on Kal eased. "Are you…are we still…is this still important to you, or are you. Are you different now…?" Lex dropped his eyes, terrified to look at Kal's face, to hear his answer. He felt a soft gust of air on his neck, and a gentle voice said, "Lex. Don't be a total fool."
Relief flooded every part of Lex, like taking a long drink of cold water on a miserably hot, dry, day. He opened to Kal, drank up his affection, his love. Lex whispered, "I'm afraid it's just my nature to be one Kal, especially when it comes to you."
Kal tipped Lex's chin up that tiny bit it needed to be, so that he could kiss him. Lex moaned into the touch, the liquid smooth feel of Kal's lips, his tongue stroking along his, darting in and out of his mouth. He shuddered, swallowed the warm burst of air Kal gasped into his mouth. Heat bloomed, spread and flowed from his mouth to his belly, lower…
"You are not allowed to call yourself a fool." Kal nibbled soft kisses down Lex's neck, across his shoulder. He was hard, getting harder at Kal's touch. "Lex…so smooth, like silk." Kal's soft hands skimmed Lex's body, until both hands came to rest over his dick, tightening slightly when it twitched at the touch. "Should I? Touch you? Hand, or mouth? Tell me what you want…."
"Everything," Lex laughed, "I want everything but right now, I just want to touch you, convince myself that you're real." He curled his fingers around Kal, hard and so wet , just like he remembered. He smiled into Kal's shoulder, let the waves of pleasure sweep him without conscious thought—all he let himself feel was Kal's heat, the smell of him, the feel of his dick sliding across his palm—the feel of Kal's huge hand tugging his orgasm from him—Lex came with a shout, jerking up into Kal's grip, and Kal shuddered mutely against him, his mouth pressed open on Lex's neck in a silent scream….
They were both quiet, panting breath the only sound and then Kal said quietly, "So…how have you been?"
Lex burst out laughing--his head was still swimming, and he felt wild and giddy. He pressed a hand to Kal's cheek, rushed the words out before he lost the wild bravery rattling in his chest, "I love you--I told you that before but I want you to know, what I felt then hasn't changed. I love you. More than anything, more than—anyone. "
Kal covered Lex's hand; his face went still, but…soft. "I belong to you. I was made for you to love."
Lex drew his hand back, looked at Kal as if seeing him for the first time. "Kal," he laughed, and shook his head. "You don’t belong to me—you never did. *I* belong to you. I'm yours. You made me yours the first time you told me I was an idiot."
"Lex." Kal laughed softly. "You're not—you're just…a little stubborn."
"Did I tell you I have an excellent shower?" Lex asked as he led Kal deeper into the apartment
"A shower? You finally have your proper shower? That’s wonderful…but I'll miss the pond. You looked so beautiful in that clear green water…"
Lex stopped, surprised at first and then warmth flooded him, and he felt as if he couldn't love Kal more without it breaking him completely. "When this—" Lex made a gesture that Kal understood to mean the war, the pain and confusion it brought—"is over, we'll look for our own home again."
"It doesn't matter to me, Lex. Where ever you are is home. Where ever you are I'm happy to be there."
And Lex knew that it was true for both of them.
The End
10-17-2009
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Kal/Lex
Rating: over all--R
Word Count: 2948
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….
Based on the Twilight Zone episode of the same name.
Notes/Warnings: language, tantrums, sexual situations …I don’t even have to warn you about M/M sex, right?
In this part, Lex thinks hard about his life. Questions are not answered, loose threads are not tied up neatly, but this is the end….
The air over what was left of the platform shimmered with colors only Kal could see. Bits of debris fell back to the ground, hot metal and glass bounced off Kal's skin, burning him. Kal took no notice—his eyes were fixed on the spot he'd watched Lex disappear. It took long, long seconds before he could process what had happened. Lex was gone. Logic told him Lex was gone and never coming back but…he couldn't move. A crazy, hopeless but still hoping, part of him thought that if he waited long enough Lex would come back….
There were options open to him, Kal thought. He could wait. He could wait nearly forever, as long as the sun shone, until he slowly wore out. He could power down into a kind of endless sleep to wait, past even the loss of the sun until…he wore out. Or, he could find some way to shut himself off completely. It was supposed to be impossible, but no one had had the kind of teacher he'd had….
The sun fell and rose again before Kal finally walked back to Camp Luthor, having made his choice.
Without Lex—what was he?
Without their companion, what was any construct? Kal dropped his head, watched his feet scuff through the sand. He could find a place away from the sun and sleep…but Lex would frown, tell him he was being unnecessarily self-pitying. That giving up wasn't an option. Kal nodded thoughtfully. Lex was right. He had a duty, a purpose. He was going to wait for Lex to come back, and when he did, he'd hand Camp Luthor over to him, as perfect as when he'd been pulled away. Better. Because Kal had not one iota of doubt that Lex would return—Lex would do anything he could to come back to him.
The mountains would have to remain a mystery until Lex returned; Kal made a decision not to explore them until Lex returned. He climb the little ridge behind the camp, and looked towards them often—sometimes he'd spend hours, gazing at the mountains and reliving vivid memories.
Every day, he worked at keeping Camp Luthor functioning, it was his mission now. His entire purpose. He kept the gardens growing, kept the hedges they'd planted neat and healthy and now, they towered over Kal's head. The pool remained clean and the water flowed in and out of it, crystal clear, just the way Lex had wanted. At night, Kal read the books Lex had read aloud to him, and remembered, and loved.
Rain washed out of the heavens, turning everything the shade of grey Lex's eyes truly were. Kal stood under the porch he'd built to replace the weather-worn tarp that had been Flintstone House's original porch, and watched the storm rage across the sand. It whipped across the yard, throwing up splatters of water from the overwhelmed earth. Kal watched, fascinated. He knew in the morning the water would be absorbed and soon, flowers would dot the yard and hills around him—brief as flames….
There was a shift in the grey skies overhead that drew his attention from the storm, a change in color—a bright burning streak burst out of a rent in the heavy clouds and arrowed to the ground in the plain between the mountains and the area Camp Luthor sat in. It split into two—one part continuing to drop to the plains, flame dying, trailing a long plume of smoke behind it and one part rising up again and heading towards him.
It dropped straight to the ground, dropping to land not far from Kal.
It was him. After all these years, he'd come. Kal had wondered sometimes, thought that maybe he'd been forgotten—he should have known better. "Hello, Kal-El."
Kal-El came to sit next to Kal, his eyes on Kal's, his thigh pressed up against Kal's. Kal was surprised at how warm Kal-El was…at how achingly good it felt to touch another being even if it wasn't Lex. Kal-El dropped long warm fingers against the back of Kal's hand. "Hello…Kal, right?" Kal-El laughed softly and shook his head. He smiled at Kal. "Lex," he said, as if that explained all. He shook his head again, affectionate, amused, before his features settled into a sweet, slightly worried smile. "I'm sorry it took so long, but I've needed to juggle looking for you and doing my part. We took Lex back because the planets are at war."
Kal startled. "What--*you* took Lex? War? Kal-El…explain. From the beginning, please."
Kal-El took a deep breath and said, "All right…."
The sky was darker by the time Kal-El had explained to Kal's satisfaction. He was nodding as Kal-el finished, "Even though the tide is turning, it's going slowly. With Lex's help, we're winning. It's just, he never stops working. He cares too much…" Kal-El looked sad.
"But that's good," Kal interrupted. "It's what Lex needed—what you hoped would happen when you sent me here, am I right? You wanted Lex to rediscover his humanity…it worked out well then. Not quite as you planned…."
Kal-El's cheeks burned red—Kal marveled that he still had the ability to blush, considering what Kal-El had been through in his lifetime. "I just didn’t want him to be lonely. Lex doesn't do lonely well."
"Now what?" Kal asked, not wanting to think about Lex surrounded by people and still, being alone.
"I can take you back home--to the fortress. We can erase what happened here. You can remain at the fortress, or you could go on to be a companion to another with some adjustments—"
Kal made a small distressed sound, and Kal-El apologized. "I'm sorry. You're very different than most of our constructs—your experiences have been unusual, compared to that of the others at the fortress. I think…Lex is a very…strong influence."
Kal smiled. "Can you tell me if he's happy?"
Kal-El shrugged. "I don’t see Lex. He lives…elsewhere. Not on Earth."
Kal stared at Kal-El, and repeated slowly, "So…is he happy?"
Kal-El rolled his eyes, but still, he blushed. "He's—surviving. He's not sad. He keeps busy. He's very different man now, Kal. He's a man with many, many responsibilities. So many owe him their lives…he works so hard to be…" Kal-El waved his hand, trying hard to explain. "To be worthy, in a way. To…to give selflessly. It's hard to explain exactly what I mean," Kal-el huffed in exasperation. "Lex is…still Lex, just…" he shrugged.
Of course, Kal understood. He gazed about him. He knew now that Lex was never going to return to Camp Luthor, and so Camp Luthor no longer served a purpose. It was done. But Lex had come away with something wonderful, Kal hoped. Something that would keep him forever…Kal looked towards the sunrise. "Can you turn me off? When we get back to the fortress?"
"I can do that…" Kal-El looked thoughtful. "Are you ready?"
Kal nodded. "Yes. It's been a most interesting life, but I've had enough of being without Lex."
"All right. There's a transport capsule out there," Kal-el said and gestured towards the plain. "I guess…is there anything you want to take with you?" he asked.
Kal shook his head. "Nothing." he hesitated. "Well, there is a book…was book." He shook his head and spoke firmly, "Nothing I need."
"Then let's go." Kal-El swept him up. "Hold on, Kal."
The balcony that ran the length of his apartment was wide—from it he was able to see a good part of the city—the hustle and bustle of everyday life. It was a favorite place for him to take dinner, or to relax. He likes looking out across the city; he likes the reminder of why they fight—for this. For life, for the living. Selene had rebuilt rapidly when the chance came, covered over its scars of war, welcomed not only its own refuges back home but welcomed other orphans of the storm as well, like himself, Lex thought.
He lay back against the recliner and wiped his thumb over condensation on his glass, heard nothing but the tinkling sound of the tiny cubes swirling around, tapping each other. There's never anything but cold tea or fruit juice in the glasses now, Lex wanted a clear head at all times—just in case. Besides, he'd worked hard to rebuild himself, to sand away his broken edges--he was not going to fall back into the traps of his old life. At any rate, he found a lot of comfort in his new life. It was lonely, at times deeply lonely, but not in the soul-destroying way it used to be....
Lex sighed. He left the balcony and strode back into his apartment. He wasn't bitter, wasn't angry—he'd just resigned himself to being alone, grateful that this time he wasn't shouldering a towering weight of guilt and bitterness along with the loneliness. Lex wasn't fool enough to think that what he was doing to help in the war effort counted towards erasing the crimes he'd committed in his life. That would be…magical thinking. What he'd done in the past can never really be forgiven. His only choice now was to go forward, to help as much as possible.
That was how his days were spent.
His nights, the time that belonged to him alone, he spent trying to find Kal. Fantasized that some day, he'd see him again. Find the planet he'd been stranded on…Lex ignored the tiny voice that crowed in disbelief find that one uncharted planet out of millions? foolish man --
Millions didn't matter. He knew without a doubt, he'd find that place one day. He would unlock the mystery, and reproduce platform technology and fly until he found Kal again, he would search until he found him or die trying ….
He had another favorite fantasy—he dreamed that one day, there'd come a knock at his door, he'd go to see who it was—since it was his fantasy, there weren't the layers of security between himself and the world that his life required—it was just him, and whoever was behind the door. The door opens and it's Kal, beautiful Kal, who throws himself on Lex and cries out in relief, I've found you—found you again. Most nights, the fantasy stops there, and Lex goes smiling into sleep. It's enough to ease his heart and sooth him into dreams.
"Mr. Luthor," his secretary knocked politely on the door jamb, even though Lex always left the door open as an invitation for his subordinates, a symbol of availability they steadfastly ignored.
"Come in please, Mr. Maxwell, come in."
Maxwell paused, cleared his throat and said, "There's a visitor, sir." A rarity. Most didn't communicate with Lex in person. It was something Lex had ceased to care about. "He's been stopped in the lobby, sir…."
"Ah? Well. Who is it?"
"He won't say, but…well, here."
Maxwell handed Lex a small screen and Lex barely made out the image of a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders on the grainy screen. His large hands skimmed his chest, drew over his hair in an apparent effort to tame the wild curls. He seemed nervous, tugged at the lapels of his outrageously ugly suit repeatedly…"Clark," Lex breathed. What was Clark doing here, he wondered. In the time since his return he hadn't heard from or seen Clark in person. Lex had only been in occasional polite communication with Superman, which lately edged towards a tentative friendliness that Lex was wary of exploring.
Clark…that was different. Clark was…not Superman.
What could possibly bring the man to Lex's place? "Mr. Maxwell, tell security to escort him to the elevator and then…I'll handle it from there."
Maxwell eyed him, obviously troubled, unsure of Lex's safety. "You're certain, Mr. Luthor?"
"Oh, this particular person would never harm me," Lex smiled. "And you know my office has sufficient protection, Mr. Maxwell. Don’t worry so much."
"If you're sure then…."
Minutes later, Lex heard the musical chime of his private elevator coming to a stop in the foyer, heard a sharp rap at the door.
"I'm coming," he called—force of habit, Clark hardly needed a shout. He opened the door. "Clark, what brings you…oh…."
Kal stood there. Kal smiled at him, Kal….
Lex's knees went weak, he felt so heavy, too heavy—and then strong hands were holding him up, lifting him--his heart flipped, raced in his chest. "How did you make it here—how long—how is it possible?" Lex shook his head hard and forced himself to breathe. "No, wait--I'm doing this all wrong," he said. He stepped forward and yanked Kal into his arms. He pressed his cheek to the pulse in Kal's throat and let everything he'd held in for so long out…screw worrying about tears, he'd been so controlled for so long he deserved this break, he deserved it. "Oh god…I missed you so much I thought I'd die. I wished sometimes I had—"
"Lex. Lex." Kal punctuated each gasp of Lex's name with a kiss. "I wanted to stop, I wanted not to miss you…but Kal-el came, took me home…brought me back to you." His hands danced over Lex's shoulders, his waist, his chest, and Lex pushed himself into the frantic touches, laughing, cursing, crying. This was… "This better be real," he gasped, "because I've had dreams like this…."
Kal laughed too, his voice broke, trying to tell Lex that yes, it was real and Lex's skin burned with the heat of his kisses, his touch.
"It was Clark all along, wasn't it? He made this happen, all of it. Good. I'm grateful to him." His fierce grip on Kal eased. "Are you…are we still…is this still important to you, or are you. Are you different now…?" Lex dropped his eyes, terrified to look at Kal's face, to hear his answer. He felt a soft gust of air on his neck, and a gentle voice said, "Lex. Don't be a total fool."
Relief flooded every part of Lex, like taking a long drink of cold water on a miserably hot, dry, day. He opened to Kal, drank up his affection, his love. Lex whispered, "I'm afraid it's just my nature to be one Kal, especially when it comes to you."
Kal tipped Lex's chin up that tiny bit it needed to be, so that he could kiss him. Lex moaned into the touch, the liquid smooth feel of Kal's lips, his tongue stroking along his, darting in and out of his mouth. He shuddered, swallowed the warm burst of air Kal gasped into his mouth. Heat bloomed, spread and flowed from his mouth to his belly, lower…
"You are not allowed to call yourself a fool." Kal nibbled soft kisses down Lex's neck, across his shoulder. He was hard, getting harder at Kal's touch. "Lex…so smooth, like silk." Kal's soft hands skimmed Lex's body, until both hands came to rest over his dick, tightening slightly when it twitched at the touch. "Should I? Touch you? Hand, or mouth? Tell me what you want…."
"Everything," Lex laughed, "I want everything but right now, I just want to touch you, convince myself that you're real." He curled his fingers around Kal, hard and so wet , just like he remembered. He smiled into Kal's shoulder, let the waves of pleasure sweep him without conscious thought—all he let himself feel was Kal's heat, the smell of him, the feel of his dick sliding across his palm—the feel of Kal's huge hand tugging his orgasm from him—Lex came with a shout, jerking up into Kal's grip, and Kal shuddered mutely against him, his mouth pressed open on Lex's neck in a silent scream….
They were both quiet, panting breath the only sound and then Kal said quietly, "So…how have you been?"
Lex burst out laughing--his head was still swimming, and he felt wild and giddy. He pressed a hand to Kal's cheek, rushed the words out before he lost the wild bravery rattling in his chest, "I love you--I told you that before but I want you to know, what I felt then hasn't changed. I love you. More than anything, more than—anyone. "
Kal covered Lex's hand; his face went still, but…soft. "I belong to you. I was made for you to love."
Lex drew his hand back, looked at Kal as if seeing him for the first time. "Kal," he laughed, and shook his head. "You don’t belong to me—you never did. *I* belong to you. I'm yours. You made me yours the first time you told me I was an idiot."
"Lex." Kal laughed softly. "You're not—you're just…a little stubborn."
"Did I tell you I have an excellent shower?" Lex asked as he led Kal deeper into the apartment
"A shower? You finally have your proper shower? That’s wonderful…but I'll miss the pond. You looked so beautiful in that clear green water…"
Lex stopped, surprised at first and then warmth flooded him, and he felt as if he couldn't love Kal more without it breaking him completely. "When this—" Lex made a gesture that Kal understood to mean the war, the pain and confusion it brought—"is over, we'll look for our own home again."
"It doesn't matter to me, Lex. Where ever you are is home. Where ever you are I'm happy to be there."
And Lex knew that it was true for both of them.
The End
10-17-2009
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10/17/09 10:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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10/17/09 10:44 am (UTC)Haven't started to read it yet, but will you put this up in one file?
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10/17/09 04:04 pm (UTC)♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
THANK YOU for sharing it, and please don't stop writing the boys!! You're such a master!!
*loves on you and tackles*
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10/17/09 04:39 pm (UTC)Thank you so much, lovey! You make me feel like a million bucks!
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10/17/09 04:04 pm (UTC)They're happy!!!!!!
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10/17/09 04:40 pm (UTC)You make me smile! Thank you so much!
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10/17/09 04:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/17/09 04:54 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading--and really, thanks for the nudging--you helped me get this done!
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10/17/09 04:50 pm (UTC)Yay! Poor Kal, vowing to keep the camp running, to *not* explore the mountains.... And Kal-El, the idiot, telling him they can 'erase him'. Jayzus.
Happy ending! Whooooooo!! You rock. :)
*smooches you*
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10/18/09 12:32 am (UTC)And Kal-El, the idiot, telling him they can 'erase him'
LOL! In my SV universe, Clark will always be a tiny bit of an idiot--as well as hopeful, well-meaning, and wanting to do the right thing even if he gets it wrong. :)
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10/17/09 06:01 pm (UTC)Lex and Kal's reunion was so sweet and happy too. :D I'm glad Lex is happy now. *hugs*
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10/18/09 12:35 am (UTC)*HUUUUG* Thanks for reading, beloved one!
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10/18/09 12:56 pm (UTC)I'm such a fan of your fic that I even read one of your Spn stories (Lodi), tho' I don't watch the show.
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10/18/09 04:11 pm (UTC)Eeee, I'm squealing like a little kid! You make me so happy!! And you even read Lodi! Wow--you have no idea how much you just lifted my spirits! I'm going to be totally obnoxious to live with today. *G*
I would have felt like the worst kind of person not to make a happy ending here. Lex worked pretty hard for it, I think. This is probably the one of the very few stories I've written where it's a completely happy 'The End' and I'm feeling pretty good about that. :)
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10/18/09 04:05 pm (UTC)Thank you *so* much, my dear! I'm just beginning to exhale now that I've posted this!
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10/18/09 04:30 pm (UTC)Man, I haven't really read SV in years, but I would like to read this.
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10/19/09 05:50 am (UTC)I've given up on SSA so I won't be archiving it, but it's all linked so you can read right through on the The Lonely (http://roxymissrose.livejournal.com/tag/sv:+the+lonely) tag.
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10/18/09 07:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
10/19/09 05:52 am (UTC)I'm so happy that folks were able to enjoy this fic even though Lex and Clark never get together--and Kal is definitely *not* Clark. *beams* I'm also pleased that no one wanted my head when they realized that, lol!!
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10/18/09 10:27 pm (UTC)It was so nice to read a Clex story from you. I'm starting to feel as if we can count the Clex writers on one hand. I'm sorry you're getting away from them, but I understand. Hopefully, we'll get gems like this from you from time to time. Thanks for sharing this and working so hard to complete it.
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10/19/09 05:58 am (UTC)yes, it was something that Clark planned from the start. I threw in a few heavy-handed red herrings (that's right, isn't it, meaning clues that mislead?) because he still cared very much for Lex, and in a way, it was a do-over for him.
I'll never not love the boys, these last few years, they've been a big part of my life. The kindness that most people have shown me means so much. I feel awful that I'm not contributing more, you know?
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10/22/09 01:37 am (UTC)I commented on the chapters as I went. I don't know if you get notifications, but I was more detailed as I went along. If you feel like reading how awesome you are. *g*
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10/21/09 09:59 pm (UTC)You made me cry, hon, seriously, and these are tears of *joy* for once so. . .
God, I was so crossing my fingers those two would get to be together at the end, but I know you and I was really expecting. . .
*iz a big puddle of wet happy weepiness*
*HUGS*
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10/22/09 01:24 am (UTC)I'm really surprised that folks had doubt there wouild be a happy ending, but I guess I've done the not so happy ending enough that no one trusts me anymore...*insert evol laugh*
Also, I needed to end it happy because I kind of feel like this might be the last story I write about them. Granted, I have thought that before and gone on to write some pretty interesting stuff about the boys so I wouldn't say never ever for sure.
*picks you up and pats you down with a fluffy towel*
*huggles*
Great stuff
11/5/09 10:26 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed this. I loved the happy ending. I liked so much because it reminded me of one of my favorite eps of the Twilight zone. In it, a man is sentenced to an isolated planet and after a while he is sent a robot companion. They live happily for many years until he is pardoned and is forced to leave her behind. I loved that episode because it was so touching. I loved this fic so much because it was like the episode but with a Kal.Lex twist which made it even better. you did a wonderful job as usual and I have toa dmit that when I realized it was Kal at the door and not Clark, my eyes welled up- very true. Anyway, thanks for sharing.
Re: Great stuff
11/7/09 04:59 am (UTC)I have toa dmit that when I realized it was Kal at the door and not Clark, my eyes welled up- very true.
Oh my, I don't think you could have said anything lovelier than that. Thank you so very much for reading this, and for commenting!
ps--love the icon! ;)
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5/14/11 07:59 pm (UTC)Lovely story. Very well done!
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5/14/11 10:13 pm (UTC)Thank you! This was an odd fic, the way it worked for me. I'm so glad it worked for you! :)
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12/17/12 11:35 pm (UTC)I love being reminded of these fics. It's a lot of fun and it's inspired me to try and write a Christmas Clex!
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