Title: Never Again
Author: Tara
Author's e-mail: crazy_girl31_2002@yahoo.com
Category: angst and drama
Spoilers: none
Rating: R, just in case
Pairing: Lex/Lionel and Lex/Clark
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
Summary: Lex thinks about "the incident"
Warnings: It's not graphic, but there is slight incest and rape. If that bothers you, please don't read it.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Author's note: Because of the feedback I received for this story, I have decided to continue. I hope you all like it. Please let me know if you like it and if I should keep going.
When Clark wakes up, it's still dark outside. He reaches over to his lover's side of the bed, but all he feels is the cool silkiness of the satin sheets. Clark sits up in the bed and whispers, "Lex?" His eyes search the room but Lex is nowhere to be seen. Clark slides off the bed and begins to search for Lex.
Lex is in his study working on the plant budget, trying to keep the memories from flooding into his mind. He's so tired he can barely keep his eyes open, but every time he does close his eyes the memories come back. He never should have let his mind regress back. All it had done was brought back the pain. He wishes he could just forget about that night and just erase it from his memory forever; but he knows he can't. He had forgotten most of it, but there were still parts that were etched into his memory forever. He can still smell the alcohol that had been on his father's breath. It had been vodka, and to this day Lex's stomach retches at the very thought of the revolting substance.
Lex remembers one part of the night very clearly. He remembers his father's voice, harsh, yet coaxing. He had kept his eyes closed through the entire ordeal, and his father's voice was the one thing he remembers most, his father's voice and the pain. His father had told him to open his eyes and be a man. "Luthors are not afraid, Lex, they don't have that luxury," he had said. But Lex had been afraid, terrified really.
As the tears flood Lex's eyes he can hear his father's voice again, " Luthors don't cry, Lex." He breathes in deeply, trying to will the tears flowing down his face to stop, but it's no use. The tears that have been held inside for so long finally break lose, and Lex lets them. He is tired of holding in his emotions. He is tired of being a Luthor and being told what he should and shouldn't do. And, to tell the truth, he is just tired. He had only slept about an hour during the night, and it was finally catching up with him. He is exhausted, mentally and physically.
As the tears streaming down his face finally subside, Lex hears footsteps down the hall. Before Lex can gain his composure completely, Clark enters the room.
"There you are, I've been looking for you," Clark says, smiling as he enters the room. His smile vanishes when he sees Lex's tear streamed face and red eyes. He rushes over to his lover's side and puts his arms around him " Oh, Lex, what's the matter, baby?" He asks as Lex hugs him close and buries his face in Clark's warm cotton shirt.
Author: Tara
Author's e-mail: crazy_girl31_2002@yahoo.com
Category: angst and drama
Spoilers: none
Rating: R, just in case
Pairing: Lex/Lionel and Lex/Clark
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
Summary: Lex thinks about "the incident"
Warnings: It's not graphic, but there is slight incest and rape. If that bothers you, please don't read it.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Author's note: Because of the feedback I received for this story, I have decided to continue. I hope you all like it. Please let me know if you like it and if I should keep going.
When Clark wakes up, it's still dark outside. He reaches over to his lover's side of the bed, but all he feels is the cool silkiness of the satin sheets. Clark sits up in the bed and whispers, "Lex?" His eyes search the room but Lex is nowhere to be seen. Clark slides off the bed and begins to search for Lex.
Lex is in his study working on the plant budget, trying to keep the memories from flooding into his mind. He's so tired he can barely keep his eyes open, but every time he does close his eyes the memories come back. He never should have let his mind regress back. All it had done was brought back the pain. He wishes he could just forget about that night and just erase it from his memory forever; but he knows he can't. He had forgotten most of it, but there were still parts that were etched into his memory forever. He can still smell the alcohol that had been on his father's breath. It had been vodka, and to this day Lex's stomach retches at the very thought of the revolting substance.
Lex remembers one part of the night very clearly. He remembers his father's voice, harsh, yet coaxing. He had kept his eyes closed through the entire ordeal, and his father's voice was the one thing he remembers most, his father's voice and the pain. His father had told him to open his eyes and be a man. "Luthors are not afraid, Lex, they don't have that luxury," he had said. But Lex had been afraid, terrified really.
As the tears flood Lex's eyes he can hear his father's voice again, " Luthors don't cry, Lex." He breathes in deeply, trying to will the tears flowing down his face to stop, but it's no use. The tears that have been held inside for so long finally break lose, and Lex lets them. He is tired of holding in his emotions. He is tired of being a Luthor and being told what he should and shouldn't do. And, to tell the truth, he is just tired. He had only slept about an hour during the night, and it was finally catching up with him. He is exhausted, mentally and physically.
As the tears streaming down his face finally subside, Lex hears footsteps down the hall. Before Lex can gain his composure completely, Clark enters the room.
"There you are, I've been looking for you," Clark says, smiling as he enters the room. His smile vanishes when he sees Lex's tear streamed face and red eyes. He rushes over to his lover's side and puts his arms around him " Oh, Lex, what's the matter, baby?" He asks as Lex hugs him close and buries his face in Clark's warm cotton shirt.
