It rained on the day of the funeral. It seemed that it always rained at such affairs but that would be impossible or it would always be raining. Lenon was particularly thankful for the rain though. As he stood silently by as his father's body was commited to the earth he found he had no tears to cry. He could not mourn this man as he did not know this man. Did not love this man.
The rain hid his lack of tears from the waiting paparazzi and the other mourners. A strange assortment of business men, politicians and stars come to offer hollow condolences for appearances sake. Some of them cried, others just milled around and talked about how good he'd been. It didn't matter now that he had tried to ruin their careers or drive them out of business, he was good old Lionel. Role model to all. The kind of guy you would leave your kids with while you went out to work and who would gladly take them in and sit them on his lap with cookies and tell them tales.
It sickened Lenon. The way they acted. While he was alive all they ever printed was bad things, now he was dead they were one step away from making him a saint. It just went to show how vain people could be when they set their minds to it.
He glanced up at Lex, who was stood across the coffin, handkerchief in hand. He looked like the perfect mourning son. The grave was nearly filled in now. Most people would have left if it was just anyone's funeral but this was LIONEL LUTHER's funeral and everyone hung around in the hope of being spotted by the waiting photographers. Everyone wanted to be seen as grieving one of the most powerful men in the world.
Lionel wanted to smoke. He couldn't. Not when there were cameras around. Once he and Lex got out of here and into the country again. They had been staying out in Smallville away from the city. A lot of their time had been taken up with funeral preparations and Lenon had barely had time to eat, let alone talk to Lisa.
He wondered if that was why she wasn't there.
He'd asked her. He'd sent her and invitation. Hand written. In an embossed envelope with the Luther family seal. Half of the people here would kill for one of them. But she hadn't even shown up. She had left him on his own.
Well, maybe not totally on his own. Lex was here. His brother wasn't quite the comfort he was looking or though.
He knew this must be unsettling for Lex. Lex's mother had died shortly before Lenon was found. He hadn't known the woman but everyone said she was beautiful and clever and kind and the she had been devoted to Lex. Lenon wondered if she was clever, beautiful, kind and devoted to Lex in the way that Lionel was smart, warm-hearted, generous and devoted to his sons or if she was the genuine kind of clever, beautiful, kind and devoted to Lex.
He would ask Lex but it wasn't something that happened. Lex was far to touchy about the subject. It would hurt him and he was hurt enough. Burying two parents by this age couldn't be a good thing. And it was Lenon's fault.
Lex hadn't said it but Lenon knew he was to blame. Not only from the fact that he was the one who killed her but from the way Lex looked at him. He sometimes felt he was responsible for every trouble in Lex's life.
The crowd was thinning now. People were starting to leave, making sure they took the time to tell the cameras how sorry they were.
Lenon felt a hand on his back and looked round to find Lex standing there. He smiled at his older brother and Lex returned the gesture. It was easy. Lenon marvelled how, less then a month ago, he would have been confused and upset b the gesture. He was starting to see Lex in a whole new light though.
"She didn't come."
Lex placed his arm supportively around Lenon's shoulder and Lenon lent into the gesture. Anyone would think he was upset about his father's death, not about some girl.
How could she leave him. On his father's funeral. It was stupid. She was stupid. No matter what he was with someone for he would never leave them at a time like this. It was sick. At least he had Lex.
They turned and walked out of the graveyard. A few people nodded at them and smiled, and a few people said how sorry they were. Then they approached the press.
Lex straightened and stepped protectively in front of him. As the cameras approached Lenon felt himself shrink away. Normally he could take on the cameras with a smile and a confident stride whatever the situation but today he just wanted to curl up and hide behind Lex. It struck him that hiding was probably a good thing. The media would take it as an outward expression of his sorrow.
THe noise level rose greatly as they approached. They were swamped by the media, trying desperately for a sound bite or a quote they could use. Lex politely told them no comment and made his way through, Lenon close behind. They had held a press conference earlier this week, couldn't the press just leave them alone?
Soon they were through the crowd and into Lex's car. It was quiet again. Lenon aloud himself to relax into the chair. It would be ok. They would just get out of here and he would get himself together again and everything would be ok.
~*~*~*~
Everything wasn't ok. He couldn't think. He couldn't even seem to pace, which always helped. He couldn't run. He had gone down to the track and tried but he couldn't. It was raining outside and he didn't want to get sick, which he might well in this state though he never had before. He was stuck inside and he didn't feel well and everything wasn't ok.
Things were meant to be better. He was meant to come back here to Smallville with Lex and think. THen he would calm down, the funeral had got him to upset. He would get calm and Lisa would call and it would all be ok again.
Only he wasn't calm and Lisa hadn't called and nothing was ok.
Lisa still hadn't spoken to him. All this time and nothing. She knew his mobile number and the house number and his e-mail and his fax and his address but she hadn't been in touch with him. He wanted to know why. Hadn't he been nice to her? Hadn't he been there when she needed him?
He jumped to his feet and his head began to spin. This was definitely not good. He just needed to smoke. That would sort it out for a while.
He stumbled out of the door and down the corridor to the study where he knew the weed was. He stumbled in the door and saw Lex sat at the desk. Lex stood up quickly and rushed to his side, helping him over to the couch.
"You ok?" Lex asked, his concern creeping into his voice.
"Feeling better now," Lenon whispered truthfully. He took a few deep breaths and then remembered why he was here. Lex stepped to the side as he located the box and took out a roll up, the lit up. Lex joined him and they sat together on the couch.
Lenon felt the bad day vanish as he sat there in silence with his brother. It was the only thing that seemed to calm him now. He sighed and let his head fall back.
"Something wrong?" Lex asked.
"Lisa hasn't called." Silence fell again. Lex didn't seem to know what to say but then Lex was no expert in love either but Lenon would have valued his input on this. It was a big deal.
"Maybe you should move on?"
"I can't." It was true. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Even thought it only seemed to cause him pain. He wondered if that was what left him so out of it.
But things were ok now. Sitting here with Lex. That was ok. Lex would take care of him. Lex had taken care of him since the incident and had no reason to stop now. Lenon had always thought Lex hated him. Turned out Lex didn't hate him. Oh well, simple mistake really.
It was good now though. Everyone was happy and everything would be ok.
~*~*~*~
Lisa showed up two days later. Lenon was sat in the den feeling dizzy and seriously considering going to see Lex, that always made him feel better, when she was shown into the room. For a second he was to shocked to say anything. She used this time to slap him round the face.
"HOW COULD YOU," she screamed. "You bastard. After all I put up with from you now I hear nothing in weeks. This is all a game to you isn't it. Well, I got news for you, I ain't playing."
"Lisa..."
"Shut your mouth. I've heard it all before of guys better then you and it's all lies. The lot of it. Well, I've had it. I'm going now and you will never see me again. You will not phone, fax or e-mail me and if you see me in the street you will turn and walk away, got it?"
Without waiting for an answer she left. It was over just like that and Lenon was alone again. He head spun and tears threatened. How was he meant to concentrate when the world kept spinning.
And what had he done? She'd been the one who hadn't shown up at the funeral. SHE was the one who had left HIM. And now it was all his fault. No, not happening. Silly bitch. How could she hurt him like this.
He found tears slipping down his face. Why id this happen to him? Why? Why did people leave him? It was stupid. He just wanted someone to love him back.
The door opened and he looked up. Lex slowly entered the room. As soon as he did Lenon felt a little better and even managed a small smile. Lex came the rest of the way in and sat down.
Lenon lent against his older brother. He needed to feel loved and brotherly love was better then a kick in the ass. Lex hugged him reassuringly
"What did she say?"
"Doesn't matter."
Silence fell again. Lenon tried to get himself together but he couldn't. He just lent into Lex's embrace. Lex would make it better. It would be ok. Lex was here and it would be ok.
~*~*~*~
It had been two months since Lionel's death and Lenon had yet to leave the castle for any extended period of time. He spent most of his time with Lex. Lex wasn't so bad when you got to know him. Lenon had been so busy hating the other boy as a child he'd never realised how nice Lex actually was. Now they spent so much time together Lenon had begun to wonder how he ever did without Lex, and what he would do if Lex ever left him.
The last question lay heavily on Lenon's mind as he sprawled back on the sofa in the study. Lex was sat at a desk on the other side of the room, working. Lenon didn't know how much of his estate he had left to each boy. It didn't matter. Lex handled it all.
But what would be do it Lex left. It Lex decided he needed more from life then a little brother and a company. What if Lex got married, had kids. Somehow Lenon didn't see that happening but you never knew. And he very much didn't want to loose Lex.
He knew Lex would leave him eventually. Everyone did. His real parents had hated him so much they had sent him to this shit heap of a planet and Lionel, who had apparently wanted him enough to adopt him, had abandoned him years age into a cloud of indifference. He'd never had friend and the only 'girlfriend' he'd ever had had dumped him for no particular reason. Life sucked.
But he still had Lex. And he wouldn't loose Lex. Never. Lex meant to much to him.
He loved Lex.
More then brotherly love. He only ever felt safe and happy when Lex was near. He only ever felt cared about when he was in Lex's arms. His nights were filled with horrible nightmares about Lionel's blood and Lex leaving and he would wake up calling for Lex, who would come in from the next room and hold him until he managed to sleep again.
Lenon knew he didn't want to loose Lex. HE didn't know how to keep Lex.
If he told Lex he would probably scare him of. Then Lenon would be alone. There was no way Lex could handle the thought of incest. Even if it wasn't really incest as they were only related by law.
On the other hand, Lex might leave anyway. Lex might decide he needed love to and go of looking for it, when he could have had it here. But would he want the love that was offered here?
There was only one way to find out, and it could cost him everything.
But it could also gain his everything.
And it wasn't like of Lex left now it would be any different from when Lex left eventually. But if he told Lex now he could say he'd done something about it. He'd tried.
He had to try. Didn't he?
It was confusing. He knew he shouldn't be afraid of Lex and what Lex would say but he was. He was so afraid.
He rolled over so he fell of the cough then stood and made his way over to the desk. Lex looked up at him then shut down the lap top. Lex smiled up at him and Lenon returned the smile.
"I love you Lex."
Lex looked shocked to say the least. He looked like his eyeballs were going to fall out. That was never a good sign. Lenon felt himself looking to the floor. Lex couldn't deal. Lex would leave and it would all be bad.
"What do you mean, love?"
Lenon's brow wrinkled. What did he mean? What did Lex mean? How was he meant to take that question.
"There are lots of different types of love Lenon," Lex explained patiently. "THere's brotherly love, romantic love, sexual love..."
"Romantic love," Lenon clarified, unable to lift his eyes from the carpet. "Like for Lisa only stronger."
The room was very silent. Lenon closed his eyes. He'd got shot down plenty before but never like this. It was always some unimportant stranger who he would never have to see again. This was Lex. This was different.
He heard Lex move. Felt the boy stand. Lex was just going to leave. Great. He'd really messed it up so much. Lex had even giving him a way out by asking him what kind of love. But had he taken it, of course not. He should have. He should have said brotherly love. He shouldn't have said romantic love.
All thought was lost when lips pressed against him. It came back a second later, just long enough for him to realise Lex was kissing him and that he needed to open his lips if he wanted it to continue.
When the pulled away Lenon finally opened his eyes and found Lex stood in front of him, one hand on Lenon's hip, the other round his back.
"I love you," Lex said. For a moment Lenon didn't respond. The he felt the tears coming. It would be ok. Lex loved him and it would be ok. Now Lex wouldn't leave and it would be good again. He was loved and he loved Lex and they would be together.
Lex stroked his hair softly and held him. Soon enough though the tears of relief gave way.
"Can we go to your bedroom," Lenon asked quietly. Lex nodded and smiled and then led Lenon through the castle to the bedrooms. Lex's was right next to Lenon's because of the nightmares. They had been worse when Lex was half way across the castle. Apparently even knowing he was in the next room made them easier to cope with.
Lenon had never seen Lex's bedroom. It was Lex's private space, and, let's face it, everyone needs private space. Now he had been invited in though.
The room was larger then he had imagined. And whiter. The walls were painted in a very light grey, kind of a marble effect when all was said and done. The floor was covered in a fluffy light carpet and at the front of the room was a giant window opening out onto their grounds. A full moon was out and you could see for miles.
The bed was in the middle of the room on a raised platform. It was a four poster with a white gauze curtain and white sheets. All in all it looked quite effeminate but not everything had to re-enforce Lex's masculinity.
"It was a design my mother made," Lex said by way of explanation. "Her dream room. She made lot of sketches of her ideal home. She had it all planned out. Lionel said he was going to build it for her one day. He never got round to it."
Lenon nodded and squeezed Lex's hand. Then they made their way to the bed. First they just sat down. Lenon found to his horror that he was shy. It was not his first time with a man or anything, he just felt scared. Being with a man was one thing, being with Lex was quite another.
His fears vanished when his lips met Lex's again. He found himself drawn into the kiss. Lex lent towards him slightly and Lenon shifted closer, reaching out to touch Lex. He slid his arms around his brothers waist while Lex slid his hand under Lenon's shirt.
Lenon was glad he was wearing a button up shirt as Lex was able to remove it fairly easily without having to break the kiss. It felt wonderful, having Lex's hands run all over his body.
He made short work of Lex's shirt and soon experienced LEx's smooth skin for himself. It felt like satin beneath his hands. It was wonderful. So smooth. It must be because he was hairless but Lenon didn't let that bother him. He couldn't even imagine Lex with hair.
They broke the kiss for a second to breath and look at each other. THen Lenon kissed Lex again. He couldn't seem to stay away to long. He started to push Lex back and LEx complied, then rolled over so he was on top.
Lex's mouth moved slowly down from Lenon's mouth to his jaw this his neck. Lenon gasped as the mouth went lower and found one of his nipples, teasing it until it was hard. Lenon moaned a Lex's hand came up to find the other nipple and tease it, then he swopped.
Once both nipples were hard he made his way slowly down Lenon's stomach to his navel. It suddenly all seemed so fast. It didn't seem two minuets since they were both in the study. But he was so hard and Lex felt so good.
Then all objection was gone as Lex unzipped his pants and kissed the tip of his erect penis. It felt so damn good. How could he say no to this. It was so right.
Then Lex ran his tongue up Lenon. Lenon shivered and moaned. He'd never been loud in sex, often not making any noise. THis was different though. This was Lex.
Then Lex moved of him. Lenon moaned. He didn't want Lex to move away. He wanted Lex to be here. On him. In him. NOW.
He didn't have to wait long. He soon felt Lex push him over. He complied happily, moving to accommodate the older boy. He soon felt Lex's lubricated finder slide into him. He absently wondered where Lex had got the lube from. Not that he was surprised that Lex kept some on hand, but he hadn't seem anywhere where it could be stored.
It didn't matter soon as Lex slid a second finger into him and began scissoring. It felt so good to be stretched out like that. It had been a while, far to long in fact. It felt great.
Lex apparently didn't really want to wait any longer either as Lenon felt the fingers withdraw. Soon they were replaced by something much bigger and harder though. Lenon cried out as Lex entered him. It felt so good to be filled by the man he loved. His control left and he found himself pumping. He had never been taken like this before. He had always been the one on top, the one in control.
Lex hit his prostate at the exact same moment his hand came round and grabbed Lenon's cock. Lenon felt himself come in waves of pleasure, closely followed by Lex.
Exhausted from the physical act of making love and the mental act of finally telling Lex how he felt, Lenon collapsed onto the bed with a sigh and felt himself drift into a light sleep. Warm and content in Lex's arms.
~*~*~*~
Lex waited until Lenon was in a deep sleep then rose slowly, careful not to disturb his 'brother'. He dressed in a robe then removed a ring he had been wearing and left it on the floor next to the bed.
He walked down to the study and brought up some files on his lap top. He quickly scanned them then ordered the program to fully close the lead lids on the small boxes containing meteor rock that he had hidden through every room in the house. The ones in the bedroom had remained shut due to the radio signal in his ring. He doubled the space the boxes outside the castle were left open so Lenon would learn that leaving the castle was not a good idea.
He shut down the computer and disconnected it, then slipped in into a drawer in the desk, a drawer with several letters addressed to Lenon Luther and a few faxes.
Lex smiled and headed back to bed. Lenon wasn't half bad in there. Not that sex was the only reason he'd gone through all the trouble. Lenon was quite possibly the most valuable weapon on the entire planet, and Lex had him in the palm of his hand.
THE END
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