SV: No Two Snowflakes Are alike
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roxyTitle: No Two Snowflakes Are alike
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lucas/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lucas tries to give his brother a nice memory at Christmas. But he's Lucas, so he puts his own spin on what's "nice".
A/N: Lucas and Lex are a favorite of mine. This is a sweeter version of Dis Pater Lucas which doesn't mean he's not still our fucked up little Lucas.
Warning: implied incest, not quite-consensual almost-sex.
"Lex! Come out in the garden, I have surprise for you!"
"Lucas—it's twelve o'clock! Why aren't you in bed, baby boy?"
Lex put his book down and climbed off his bed. Lucas was red-cheeked and red nosed, and shivered just a bit. "What have you been doing?" he grabbed Lucas' hand and it was an icicle. Lucas shuddered harder and his eyes closed. Lex pulled him closer and Lucas's body shook like he was in a wind. He felt small and safe, for a moment, he felt like he was twelve again, and really Lex's baby boy….
"Oh my God, you're freezing all over. What the hell have you been doing?" Lucas heard him sniff, smelling for alcohol or smoke.
"Not drunk, just—Lex. Lex," Lucas mumbled, face pressed into Lex's chest. "Please. Come see what I made for you."
They dressed and stole down the rear stairs, the ones that would take them past the kitchen and onto the servant's passage way. Staying at the house in Smallville always used to be fun at night, when they were little, and it was just him, and Lex. Sometimes when it was like this, Lucas felt less pressure to be…Lucas. He could be open and Lex was more comfortable, less inclined to make Lucas keep his distance….
The moonlight on the snow made the back garden look like a fairy tale universe. Lex was making protesting noises, complaining about the cold, and the dark and not meaning any of it, Lucas could tell. If there was one thing he knew, it was his brother. He held Lex's hand a little tighter, and his chest grew warm and tight when Lex didn’t pull away, when instead, he drew closer to Lucas, walking shoulder to shoulder. He drew Lex through the lilac garden; the winter bare branches etched black like strokes of charcoal on linen. They leaped hand in hand over the low herb garden's wall and then Lucas stopped. "Close your eyes," he whispered against Lex's marble smooth cheek. He shuddered, and whispered again, "Please Lex."
"All right, closing them," Lex said and closed his eyes.
Lucas took a half step back and stared at his brother. So beautiful…perfect…like a drawing by DaVinci, the smooth sweep of nose, angelic brow, sweet, sweet mouth turned up at the corners…Lex sighed, and the sound swept through Lucas like the tide. When Lex was like this, when he did as Lucas asked and didn't question…it was almost too much.
"O—okay, follow me, I'll go slow." And he gently steered Lex along the path until he stopped. "We're here, open your eyes."
Lex turned to him and before even opening his eyes, smiled at him. Lucas sucked in a sharp breath, was hard just that quickly. Lex opened his eyes and it was like the stars had come out just for Lucas. He swallowed and pointed. "Snowman," he said and felt his face go hot.
Lex laughed—"Snowman? You brought me out here to see a snowman, baby boy—"
It was more than a snowman—snowmen--the snow he'd piled up into a sweep of white, curved around itself, two figures, one wrapped around the other…the larger figure's arms curved around the body of the smaller, protective, defending the smaller figure from the world. The smaller figure had its head tipped back and resting against the larger one. Peaceful. Right…what should be.
Lucas forced himself to look at Lex, he was ready--to be mocked, ready for Lex's anger, or laughter, or--worse.
"Lucas—I—it's. Quite impressive. It is. You have talent…um." Lex's forehead wrinkled. "I'm not sure what I'm seeing though…." He stared at the figures. "That's not us…or…what, lovers? Oh no. Lucas…"
Lucas felt Lex trying to move away, and ran towards the snow statue. "Help me push it down," he shouted. "Come on!" He shoved at the snow sculpture and Lex ran to him, grabbed his wrist.
"Why? It's still—it's beautiful, why destroy it?"
Lucas stared at him, at first surprised that Lex didn't get that it had to be destroyed and then angry that Lex didn't understand—how could he not? "Lex…it's part of it. You and me pushing it down. That's part of it." He took a breath and lied since his brother couldn't understand. "Besides, it's a snow statue of two guys fucking. What do you think Dad would say to that?"
Lex gaped at Lucas and turned to the statue. "Fucking? I didn’t see that. It's—" he turned to it, and stiffened. "Oh…oh. That…that makes it seem…it's a completely different thing now," he said, sounding sad. Lucas wanted to smack him, almost did, but Lex rolled his shoulders and smirked. "Okay, then—" and rushed at it, pushed hard and the arms cracked off the figure and Lucas whooped wildly, joined Lex in smashing away, with fists and boots, at the snowmen.
They beat at it and Lucas laughed and laughed, until finally Lex laughed too, and helped him knock it all down to a shapeless mess in the snow.
Lex was almost asleep, the cold and the long, hot shower after knocking him out. The bed dipped and he sighed. "Lucas, aren't you asleep yet."
"No…I want to tell you a story."
"Oh god, Lucas, it was a nice night, let's not ruin it."
"Just let me talk, talk is all, I promise."
Lex sighed again and closed his eyes. "All right Lucas. Talk—that's all." Lucas slithered down the bed until he was lying close enough to Lex he could feel his heat all along the length of him but Lucas didn’t touch.
"You were worried tonight. But you shouldn’t be. That's just a dream, not…I know the difference between what's real and what's not. What can happen and what can't but if it could, if it could, that would be you and me. I'd watch out over you, make sure you were safe…."
Lex sleepily said, "But...you said...it was two guys fucking...."
Quite for a bit and then Lucas spoke again. "If I could. If we could. Lex, it would be…it would be amazing. I'd make you feel so good. I'd stroke you, I'd put my mouth on you and let you fill it, grow until there was no room, and I'd choke on you, try and take all of you right down my throat…"
"Jesus, Lucas—" but Lex was frozen, listening to the slick suck of sound, Lucas jerking off in the bed next to him, his body heat rising and searing Lex from shoulder to knee. "Lucas…"
"Unh, say my name again, I love hearing you say it, god, imagine you groaning it under me, my dick in you, and you just crying for more…."
Horrified, flushed with shame and worse, Lex pressed his palm over his erection, wanting to hide, groaning when it felt so good wrong, "Lucas you’re killing me."
"God, yeah, I should, that would...it's killing me, wanting you—please. Touch me, anywhere, just, touch me, put your hand on me."
The wet sound of Lucas wrenching an orgasm out of himself made shame, arousal, twist together to knock any kind of sense out of him. Lex touched Lucas and Lucas shouted, Lex's hand slid over Lucas's ribs, bumped its way up his thin chest, slid over the hard peak of his nipple, pressed down. Lucas cried out, spread his legs and his fist flew over his dick, one hand snaked between his wide flung legs and Lex watched Lucas fuck himself.
He fit his hand over Lucas's--just for a moment, just to feel. Lucas screamed through clenched teeth, his other hand clamped around Lex's to hold it there and wouldn’t let go. Lex's fingers were slick with Lucas's come. It was warm and thick and. He groaned. "Lucas."
Lucas grinned at him, a loose, lazy grin…his eyes had that dark, flat look that made Lex want to scream. Before he could stop him, Lucas wrapped his hot, slippery, hand around Lex's dick and so suddenly it was almost painful, Lex came. Even with his eyes closed, tears rolled down his cheeks, hot as blood.
"Don’t cry," Lucas whispered and wiped them away. "It's almost Christmas."
12-24-2009
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Lucas/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lucas tries to give his brother a nice memory at Christmas. But he's Lucas, so he puts his own spin on what's "nice".
A/N: Lucas and Lex are a favorite of mine. This is a sweeter version of Dis Pater Lucas which doesn't mean he's not still our fucked up little Lucas.
Warning: implied incest, not quite-consensual almost-sex.
"Lex! Come out in the garden, I have surprise for you!"
"Lucas—it's twelve o'clock! Why aren't you in bed, baby boy?"
Lex put his book down and climbed off his bed. Lucas was red-cheeked and red nosed, and shivered just a bit. "What have you been doing?" he grabbed Lucas' hand and it was an icicle. Lucas shuddered harder and his eyes closed. Lex pulled him closer and Lucas's body shook like he was in a wind. He felt small and safe, for a moment, he felt like he was twelve again, and really Lex's baby boy….
"Oh my God, you're freezing all over. What the hell have you been doing?" Lucas heard him sniff, smelling for alcohol or smoke.
"Not drunk, just—Lex. Lex," Lucas mumbled, face pressed into Lex's chest. "Please. Come see what I made for you."
They dressed and stole down the rear stairs, the ones that would take them past the kitchen and onto the servant's passage way. Staying at the house in Smallville always used to be fun at night, when they were little, and it was just him, and Lex. Sometimes when it was like this, Lucas felt less pressure to be…Lucas. He could be open and Lex was more comfortable, less inclined to make Lucas keep his distance….
The moonlight on the snow made the back garden look like a fairy tale universe. Lex was making protesting noises, complaining about the cold, and the dark and not meaning any of it, Lucas could tell. If there was one thing he knew, it was his brother. He held Lex's hand a little tighter, and his chest grew warm and tight when Lex didn’t pull away, when instead, he drew closer to Lucas, walking shoulder to shoulder. He drew Lex through the lilac garden; the winter bare branches etched black like strokes of charcoal on linen. They leaped hand in hand over the low herb garden's wall and then Lucas stopped. "Close your eyes," he whispered against Lex's marble smooth cheek. He shuddered, and whispered again, "Please Lex."
"All right, closing them," Lex said and closed his eyes.
Lucas took a half step back and stared at his brother. So beautiful…perfect…like a drawing by DaVinci, the smooth sweep of nose, angelic brow, sweet, sweet mouth turned up at the corners…Lex sighed, and the sound swept through Lucas like the tide. When Lex was like this, when he did as Lucas asked and didn't question…it was almost too much.
"O—okay, follow me, I'll go slow." And he gently steered Lex along the path until he stopped. "We're here, open your eyes."
Lex turned to him and before even opening his eyes, smiled at him. Lucas sucked in a sharp breath, was hard just that quickly. Lex opened his eyes and it was like the stars had come out just for Lucas. He swallowed and pointed. "Snowman," he said and felt his face go hot.
Lex laughed—"Snowman? You brought me out here to see a snowman, baby boy—"
It was more than a snowman—snowmen--the snow he'd piled up into a sweep of white, curved around itself, two figures, one wrapped around the other…the larger figure's arms curved around the body of the smaller, protective, defending the smaller figure from the world. The smaller figure had its head tipped back and resting against the larger one. Peaceful. Right…what should be.
Lucas forced himself to look at Lex, he was ready--to be mocked, ready for Lex's anger, or laughter, or--worse.
"Lucas—I—it's. Quite impressive. It is. You have talent…um." Lex's forehead wrinkled. "I'm not sure what I'm seeing though…." He stared at the figures. "That's not us…or…what, lovers? Oh no. Lucas…"
Lucas felt Lex trying to move away, and ran towards the snow statue. "Help me push it down," he shouted. "Come on!" He shoved at the snow sculpture and Lex ran to him, grabbed his wrist.
"Why? It's still—it's beautiful, why destroy it?"
Lucas stared at him, at first surprised that Lex didn't get that it had to be destroyed and then angry that Lex didn't understand—how could he not? "Lex…it's part of it. You and me pushing it down. That's part of it." He took a breath and lied since his brother couldn't understand. "Besides, it's a snow statue of two guys fucking. What do you think Dad would say to that?"
Lex gaped at Lucas and turned to the statue. "Fucking? I didn’t see that. It's—" he turned to it, and stiffened. "Oh…oh. That…that makes it seem…it's a completely different thing now," he said, sounding sad. Lucas wanted to smack him, almost did, but Lex rolled his shoulders and smirked. "Okay, then—" and rushed at it, pushed hard and the arms cracked off the figure and Lucas whooped wildly, joined Lex in smashing away, with fists and boots, at the snowmen.
They beat at it and Lucas laughed and laughed, until finally Lex laughed too, and helped him knock it all down to a shapeless mess in the snow.
Lex was almost asleep, the cold and the long, hot shower after knocking him out. The bed dipped and he sighed. "Lucas, aren't you asleep yet."
"No…I want to tell you a story."
"Oh god, Lucas, it was a nice night, let's not ruin it."
"Just let me talk, talk is all, I promise."
Lex sighed again and closed his eyes. "All right Lucas. Talk—that's all." Lucas slithered down the bed until he was lying close enough to Lex he could feel his heat all along the length of him but Lucas didn’t touch.
"You were worried tonight. But you shouldn’t be. That's just a dream, not…I know the difference between what's real and what's not. What can happen and what can't but if it could, if it could, that would be you and me. I'd watch out over you, make sure you were safe…."
Lex sleepily said, "But...you said...it was two guys fucking...."
Quite for a bit and then Lucas spoke again. "If I could. If we could. Lex, it would be…it would be amazing. I'd make you feel so good. I'd stroke you, I'd put my mouth on you and let you fill it, grow until there was no room, and I'd choke on you, try and take all of you right down my throat…"
"Jesus, Lucas—" but Lex was frozen, listening to the slick suck of sound, Lucas jerking off in the bed next to him, his body heat rising and searing Lex from shoulder to knee. "Lucas…"
"Unh, say my name again, I love hearing you say it, god, imagine you groaning it under me, my dick in you, and you just crying for more…."
Horrified, flushed with shame and worse, Lex pressed his palm over his erection, wanting to hide, groaning when it felt so good wrong, "Lucas you’re killing me."
"God, yeah, I should, that would...it's killing me, wanting you—please. Touch me, anywhere, just, touch me, put your hand on me."
The wet sound of Lucas wrenching an orgasm out of himself made shame, arousal, twist together to knock any kind of sense out of him. Lex touched Lucas and Lucas shouted, Lex's hand slid over Lucas's ribs, bumped its way up his thin chest, slid over the hard peak of his nipple, pressed down. Lucas cried out, spread his legs and his fist flew over his dick, one hand snaked between his wide flung legs and Lex watched Lucas fuck himself.
He fit his hand over Lucas's--just for a moment, just to feel. Lucas screamed through clenched teeth, his other hand clamped around Lex's to hold it there and wouldn’t let go. Lex's fingers were slick with Lucas's come. It was warm and thick and. He groaned. "Lucas."
Lucas grinned at him, a loose, lazy grin…his eyes had that dark, flat look that made Lex want to scream. Before he could stop him, Lucas wrapped his hot, slippery, hand around Lex's dick and so suddenly it was almost painful, Lex came. Even with his eyes closed, tears rolled down his cheeks, hot as blood.
"Don’t cry," Lucas whispered and wiped them away. "It's almost Christmas."
12-24-2009
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12/24/09 07:11 am (UTC)I love the icy-cold-to-hot-hot-hot transition, and the angsty goodness of the wrongness. And, as always, your porn is Good Porn.
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12/26/09 04:25 pm (UTC)Thank you, Lucas brings out the angsty wrong, poor little sob!
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12/24/09 07:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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12/24/09 08:47 am (UTC)Merry Christmas, Roxy! :D
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12/26/09 04:28 pm (UTC)And Merry Christmas to you, my dear!
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12/24/09 09:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/26/09 04:30 pm (UTC)Thinking about a Christmas The Dog, ficlet--seems right, hunh? ;)
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12/24/09 01:16 pm (UTC)Happy Holidays!
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12/26/09 04:31 pm (UTC)*hughughug*
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12/24/09 07:13 pm (UTC)*shivers*
I love it. Twisted up and hurty and pretty, all in one.
...the winter bare branches etched black like strokes of charcoal on linen.
Sooo pretty. Awesome stuff, bay-bee.
:)
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12/26/09 04:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/24/09 07:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/26/09 04:36 pm (UTC)Hi, lovey!!!
Ah, Lucas is one of my favorite villains--he grows up to keep his brother as a sex slave...as one does in that little part of the world--*koff, roxyland....*
January!!!
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12/29/09 03:42 am (UTC)Poor Lex in this--he seems to want to do what's right, but just *can't*. The story of his life, really, in canon.
So yes--that's a wordy way of saying excellent look into the boys.
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12/30/09 05:23 am (UTC)I always have the best time taking a character and spinning him out in the creepiest way possible while still trying to keep him more or less canon. It's a lot easier with these one-shot characters but just as much fun.
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12/30/09 05:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/30/09 05:27 am (UTC)I wanted to write a little The Dog ficlet and decided to skim the story to get back into that Clark's little head--oy! How is it I constantly forget how sick that fic is? I miss that stuff, lol!
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12/30/09 06:59 am (UTC)I think you're the only one who could do that kind of story justice. *pets you*
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2/2/10 01:14 pm (UTC)*smacks lex* you idiot, hurting your babybrother like that , lucas now all bleeding inside *G*
the only thing, that would make it even better is , of course, for Lionel seeing them like that, and decides to punish his sons a bit too, and then join the fun :D
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