Something Rotten (COMPLETE)
Title: Something Rotten
Author: hatr3dl0l1ta
Word Count: 3,437.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, hurt, children abuse and molesting, a lot of Brex of course, graphic violence and intimacy.
Summary: Lex Luthor is being used by Lionel for his own twisted ways of making money; Bruce Wayne disappeared from Lex’s life before Excelsior Prep finished betrayal or misunderstood? Now Lex has to get through maybe the worst thing that could have happened to him.
Status: Complete.
Songs used and Disclaimers: “Something Rotten” by Placebo and “It’s not over” by Chris Daughtry. All rights reserved and I don’t make money out of using his lyrics. I don not own Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne and the same: I don’t make any profit out of them.
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Lex Luthor was a famous man, he was tall, slender and graceful, his pale skin was like ivory and his steely blue eyes could put anyone to his feet.
Unfortunately things weren’t always like that… well, saying it in another way, he wasn’t always like that and he hadn’t always been like that.
He was nineteen years old now, and looking to his photo album from Excelsior Prep he recognized some other faces as well… Oliver Queen, that bastard, random businessmen… and there he was… how long had it been since they had talked? Maybe it had been three years or so…
It seems we’re here
I miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
It’s guaranteed all’s forgotten…
―Lex!
Called his father’s voice, and then he knew he was totally hopeless again… his fists clenched and he threw the photo album noisily to the door, trying to release his anger, his pain and all his shame.
―Lex, are you ok? I don’t want you to spoil the meeting I arranged for you.
―I’m fine, dad… just wait a minute!
He said as he grabbed a handful of condoms once again… “fuck” he thought and then he exited the big room that only belonged to him and will always belong just to him… at least he thought that.
―Alexander, do you remember what I told you last day?
―Oh, you mean about getting a wig? I told you I love my baldness.
A slap echoed through the hallway as his face was violently turned to one of his sides, the milky skin getting red from the impact. He touched it and kept on walking.
―You better not spoil this, Alexander… I know you like going to meetings anyways.
―Ha… of course you say so… because you’re not the one who gets through these things… bye dad. I won’t ruin your precious business.
―Son of a bitch…
―Yeah, I know it.
He smiled while remembering the time he met Bruce and that precise line was the one he had told him “you, son of a bitch”… the bitter memory ran through his back as a shiver and then he smiled some more… if only life was the utopia it is supposed to be when you’re young…
He entered the limo and then tried to think in something else but the meeting he had to attend, he counted sheep, remembered his school days, where everything was fine even if it didn’t look fine… his childhood, well, it hadn’t been a wonderful childhood but Hell but it had been ok, he knew it would be asking too much if he asked for a good life… or a better life anyways.
So fast they arrived to the hotel that he resented the feeling and began to feel numb, but then he tapped the inside of his coat to find the preservatives were still there and he felt really funny, for real.
―Mr. Luthor…
―Call me Lex, I’m not my dad.
―I understand… let me see… presidential suite.
―I know, now let me go.
The owner of the hotel was there every time he arrived and for some reason he felt as if the guy knew what he was into. The elevator made him feel dizzy, maybe because of his claustrophobia or something like that… so when he arrived to the last floor it was a relief, even when the situation wasn’t that way. He knocked the door softly and sighed in order to not cry.
―You can come in!
A voice screamed as he opened the door and locked it, a taller man with a gray suit was sitting on a large couch. He only knew this guy had a lot of money, just like his father, and of course Lionel wanted to make a deal with him, the moon was shining rustically dull against the bed and he got near the rather old man.
―So you should be Lex.
―Of course I am sir, nice to meet you.
He knew he shouldn’t ask for his name… it would be impolite.
―I thought you were taller… and more developed.
―I’m almost 1.80 meters… and well… I just don’t have much time for gym or those things…
―You’re really cute.
A hand touched his reddened cheek and he tried not to wince much at the pain, the other smiled, his gray hair shining along with the moon.
―Lex, are you a bad kid? Look at this mark…
―It’s none of your business, sir. Would you like to start now?
―It’s fine for me… you will be here until tomorrow anyways, that was the deal.
―Right…
The man took off his coat and then put it aside, the bald boy closed his eyes and his lips almost trembled when he said the following thing.
―Would you bother if you use these?
He handed a pair of condoms, he was ashamed! He was totally ashamed; the man chuckled and took them.
―I know you won’t belong to me anyways… this is just business.
―May I ask you your age or am I being impolite?
―I’m 40, do I look older?
―Your hair… well…
―Oh, I dye it… I think it looks more interesting…
―Yeah…
The younger one began to take off his clothes and lied on the bed naked, he had just taken a bath, and the smell of that ridiculous rose scented soap was on his skin along with his perfume. The older crawled over the naked body, his virility showing.
―You like what you see, Lex?
―Just… please… just do it…
―Don’t you like the foreplay?
Lex’s voice was now shaky and his eyes began to water.
―Just do it, sir… don’t ask anything…
A strong hand closed around his throat as his breath began to be erratic. The man’s furious face greeted him. He was so scared once again.
―I don’t like the foreplay either… and I can do whatever I want with you…
Everything was so blurry until his throat was released. Lex began to sob softly, not wanting to bother the other, his body cold and pale because of the fear.
―Do as you want… I swear I’m not winning anything for doing this… he just makes business… please…
A hard fist punched his cheek where he had been beaten by Lionel earlier.
―Please, sir… just fuck me as long and hard as you want…
The man was really ashamed the boy was barely cooperative and he was even crying! He took the boy’s legs on his hands and put them on his shoulders as he positioned himself in between them. Lex was covering his face with both hands as he cried softly.
―Don’t fucking cover your face!
―I’m sorry.
He said and immediately putting them on his sides. The older was holding his member, Lex prepared maybe for the worst and he closed his eyes… and then he felt the hard ridge of flesh pushing inside his body… damn it, he was too tense… he was crying, he was so scared as all the time.
―Sir… please!
He moaned in pain as a he felt a hard thrust and his breath became even more painful, the act was brutally prolonged for hours until he couldn’t feel his legs and his eyes were tired of crying… his mind absent… thinking of something else but this… maybe math class at Excelsior Prep four years ago? Something like that was ok…
Down here, down here
It seems that you’re uncut
Don’t fear, don’t fear
Keep all this forgotten
Morning came and the man was gone, not even a note, not even a glass of water served… there was nothing but the white sheet that covered his nakedness… slowly he sat up on the mattress, his body was sore… he had a terrible migraine, maybe crying a lot isn’t that healthy after all…
He saw the condoms on the floor, yes, the man came inside of him a lot of times… he felt so used… this was so awful, nausea took over his mind and body as he quickly stood up and went to the bathroom to vomit everything he had on his stomach.
He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand as tears ran unconsciously through his cheeks, he was so pathetic…
―”You, silly! Don’t cry anymore”
He smiled as he thought of that guy made him smile even when the tears didn’t stop… how long had it been…? He took a warm shower… but he didn’t feel clean at all. He checked the punch on his cheek; it was purplish right now… how the fuck was he going to the street like that?
The limo picked him up by seven in the morning; it was like a ritual…
Then he arrived “home”…
―Congratulations, Lex, another closed deal.
―Shut up, please…
Lionel saw the purple mark on his face and touched it, he backed slightly.
―My… you were a bad kid yesterday, weren’t you?
―I… don’t wanna talk about it…
―Come on… I know you like it… don’t you remember Bruce? You loved it when he fucked you, didn’t you? My dirty boy…
―Don‘t mention him, dad…
―If it wasn’t for him I would have never discovered your… talent for business.
―Don’t…
―When a man pushes his cock deep inside your tight ass… don’t you like it, Lex?
Little sobs and tears began to escape as he walked away, his dad following…
―I know you love it, Lex… rough… I’m envious of all those men who managed to have you on their beds… they were lucky guys.
―I beg you… to stop…
―My… did I hurt your feelings? Maybe you need someone to get fucked some more so you won’t feel empty and alone…
He entered his room, his fortress, he lied face down on his bed, his right hand gripping the left one, leaving bruises and purple marks…he couldn’t stop crying… he felt so dirty… so impure…
Face down, face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten.
Face down, face down
This crown is broken rotten.
Bruce Wayne was twenty-one years old, people used to say he was a playboy… maybe they were right… he couldn’t fill the empty space on his life with anything, not even lust and sex helped sometimes… His manor was empty, just Alfred taking care of him… well, now that he was an adult there was no need for that.
―Mr. Wayne…
―Yeah?
―This videotape just arrived.
―Videotape? I swear I didn’t request porn this time, Alfred!
―It just came, master… maybe you should… see it?
He took the tape, how intriguing… it had a note attached on the inside of the box.
―”Enjoy it as you used to- L.L”
He played the tape on his giant screen… it had nothing for a few minutes… then everything was dark and kind of blurry.
―”Please… don’t!!”
A voice he knew screamed as his face was focused now. His eyes widened and he watched closely in a moderate volume as more moans escaped that mouth. Someone was fucking him behind his back and then some other men approached from his front and put his dicks in front of the other’s face the eyes he knew so well were blindfolded.
―”Hmm…”
A muffled moan as he had to suck on the two of them each time he breathed and panted. The boy was leaning in half air, his legs open, and his wrists over his head as well as his hands, tied to a chain on the ceiling, a leather necklace on his slim neck. His eyes wandered over the body as if it was in front of him.
―”Please… my wrists…!!”
The boy screamed before a man started thrusting inside his mouth, he knew the boy gagged a little for his expression, tears running down his cheeks, another man now fucked him, he couldn’t see his faces though.
―”We will… finish soon… so don’t worry… your wrists will be fine.”
―”Please… just… don’t hit me…”
And a whip in half air made the one in the screen flinch as he saw as one of the men started to hit him with a leather whip. He could hear the muffled screams and moans as the milky back turned red and eventually it started to bleed. His eyes wanted to water, why did they…?
―”Please!! Just come!!”
The little one begged as the men came one by one over his body, he could hear sobs and whimpers. Then his hands were untied and he fell over his belly, crying and panting, sticky with semen.
―”Come on! Stand up!”
―”I can’t… my hands…”
―”Move!”
―”I can’t move my wrists or hands! I swear!”
The men laughed as the other kneeled with a lot of effort, his hands could barely move, his wrists were purple and slightly bleeding, they were obviously broken. Bruce saw as one of them removed the purple blindfold from his eyes. Reddened eyes, skin wet, his body bruised…
―”Please, call my dad!”
―”I don’t think so…”
―”My wrists are broken! I can’t stand the pain!”
The boy begged as he showed the bruises and his eyes watered.
―”Your dad told us you would be ok”
―”I swear I don’t win ANYTHING by doing this, not even his love or his money or company! Please!”
―”We can go now, guys. Closed deal, you dad will have our signatures tomorrow morning”
Then the camera was shut.
―Alfred! Call Lionel Luthor, please…
―As you want, young master.
―Tell him I want to make a deal with him…
Down here, down here
I know it’s not, its’ all forgotten
Down here, down here
Face down I miss you something rotten
Pale skin…
He was resting over his belly once again, the pain on his back was awful even when the bruises almost healed completely… his wrists felt well too, he could move them now after a couple months but he didn’t feel that good anyways… Then someone knocked at his door.
―Come in…
He said sitting up on the bed.
―Mr. Wayne wants to make a deal with me, Lex.
His eyes widened and his jaw trembled.
―I better leave you… alone.
―Thanks Mr. Luthor.
Lex was crying and sobbing but he stood up and his face was then buried on Bruce’s chest, the other was just standing there.
―I thought you would never talk to me anymore!
―This… this is business, Lex.
―Bruce?
He was pinned to a wall.
This was his room, then he discarded the thought… it wasn’t just his room anymore.
Bruce was kissing him so strong and passionately he ended up gasping for breath.
―Bruce… forgive me…
―There’s nothing to forgive… Lex.
―I know you were shattered and I couldn’t explain myself… but you understand now, don’t you?
―I’m not here to talk about the past.
―He makes me do these things… Bruce… I still love you!
―Lex… I told you… this is business…
―Please Bruce… I’ve been waiting for you!
His back against the wall, it hurt, yes it did but… Bruce felt ok, and he did too. His pants were practically torn and he put his hands carefully around Bruce’s neck, he could feel his member poking against his stomach.
―Do as you please Bruce… I want you.
―Is it true? How many men have you taken now?
A hard deep and careless thrust inside his body and he moaned in pain, trying to think in the times when doing this with Bruce was so magic…
―A lot… but that was my body, I’m giving you my everything now!
―You’re still so tight…
―You remember when we first did this?
Another thrust and his lips let out a moan of pleasure.
―I don’t remember, Lex… just that we were stupid kids who thought this could be called “love”…
―I do love you, Bruce! I think of you always…
Another thrust and he entwined his fingers in Bruce’s soft shirt, how crazy the other was practically dressed.
―You think of me when they fuck you?
―When I feel bad I think of our times together!
―How cute…
Down here, down here
It stinks, stinks of something rotten
Don’t fear, don’t fear
Keep all this forgotten
Bruce had taken Lex’s legs on both of his hands so they were holding to his waist now, pale hands under his expensive shirt, clawing nails on it, Lex’s back against the wall, his mouth open and moaning aloud. Bruce could feel his body being clenched inside Lex’s, his sweating face was hidden on Lex’s neck, he was panting too.
―Bruce… please…
―Lex… Lex…
There’s something rotten down here
There’s something rotten down here
There’s something rotten down here
There’s something rotten down here
There’s something rotten down here…
They finished off in a while, both tired and gasping for breath, holding each other while sitting on the floor of the room once had only belonged to Lex.
…
Some months later…
―Bruce? You told me we could go for an ice cream today!
―Oh, of course, Lex I could never forget it!
―Then can we go now…
Lex smiled between innocence and lust and something else he couldn’t decide whether it was sleepiness or simply he was imagining things. The older sighed giving up and left the papers he was trying to read and analyze…
―Ok, you win, let’s go now…
―Oh and can we go home and have dinner too?
―we can eat a good beef, mashed potatoes, bread, some wine and have it with candles if you want to.
―How sweet Bruce…!
The man with black hair wrapped his arm around Lex’s shoulders and then the bald one continued.
―But actually I would prefer just some pizza and ice tea today… and then… after dinner…
Long fingers were undoing his tie slowly and then the same fingers were sneaking inside his shirt to touch softly his chest, Lex smiled and Bruce’s face was all red now.
―Don’t tease me… ok? Lex, we can actually take a warm shower if you want to when we get home.
―That would do it fine…
―You’re so simple and clean…
Thought at last Bruce, going inside one of his cars and driving so that Lex could have his ice cream… it would surely be mint or something like that. When they were at Excelsior Academy it was Lex’s favorite: mint with pieces of chocolate.
―Bruce?
―Yes?
―Hmm… I love you.
―I do love you too (:D)
It was three years or so… since they had stopped talking to each other.
Now it was a couple months since they lived together.
Maybe Bruce was just angry it was supposedly Lex’s plan to have sex with those businessmen to make extra money, maybe he was just angry because his body belonged to all those guys, maybe and just maybe he was so jealous and confused… and unfairly left him behind without asking what had happened in those encounters.
Maybe he was guilty of what had happened to Lex because he had changed his phone numbers and practically disappeared after the boy supposedly betrayed him.
That’s why he made a deal with Lionel Luthor.
The how and what doesn’t matter, he was just so happy that Lex only belonged to him now he could give away his life for the boy’s and it would be fine for him, he could jump off a bridge or asphyxiate in the sea but he would still have Lex’s thought on his mind.
―Bruce, look out!
Screamed Lex and he reacted soon enough to prevent them from hit a big truck in the front, when had he started driving in the wrong lane? He was very ashamed now.
―Thanks honey, I’m sorry I was distracted!
―You’re so stupid Bruce, a fucking son of a bitch! I WILL NEVER get used to live without you!! I almost lose you a couple of seconds ago!
―Calm down Lex, I know it was my fault… my mind was wandering here and there…
―You mean your brain was sitting on a bench?
Bruce smiled softly at Lex’s occurrences…
―Yes Lex, my brain was sitting on a bench right then…
And so did Lex, he smiled widely, his heart going to a normal rhythm after the big scary truck almost in front of them.
“Can we make this something good?
Well, I’ll try to do it right this time around…”
Even if it didn’t look like that, there was a lot of love between them, as if time had stopped and they were the same teenagers studying at Excelsior.
Bruce wanted to have children too… maybe that will come later.
·End·