Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (Paradise Arc) (11/37)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Paradise Arc) (11/37)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Lex/Jamie, Lionel Luthor
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lex comes home to find an awkward situation.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): May 8, 2008
Date Of Posting: March 4, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 691
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
"A gentleman should never poach another man’s slave."
Bertram Ellison Adams
"The Gentleman’s Code"
1832 C.E.
XI
HAWK’S PREY
Lex’s footsteps echoed as he traversed the gleaming foyer. He studied the print-outs he held, mentally running over his plans for the meeting tomorrow.
He walked down the hall, starting to slow down as he reached the library.
“Such a fine, smooth…”
Lex stepped into the library, fingers crumpling the print-outs. His father turned his head and smiled, hand at his belt.
Jamie was bent over the desk, clothes crumpled on the floor. He looked at Lex with entreaty in his green eyes.
Lionel stroked Jamie’s smooth buttocks, a wolfish smile on his face.
“He’s beautiful, Lex. No wonder you keep him in your bed.”
Lex forced his expression to remain calm. He walked over to the desk, opposite his father.
“You know, Dad, you should ask permission before taking my slave.”
“Now, haven’t we always shared?”
Lex’s fingers brushed the top of Jamie’s head. “You like to share, Dad. As in ‘not getting permission’.”
Lionel laid a hand on Jamie’s buttock casually. “You would deny your father such a luscious Prize?”
“I would.” Lex rested his hand on Jamie’s hair. “Jamie is mine to do with as I wish, Dad, and I wish to keep him exclusive to me. Is that too much to ask?”
Lionel sighed, stepping back as he zipped up his pants. “As you wish, son.”
"Oh, and don’t un-Veil my Prize, either." Lex picked up the dark glasses from the desk, his fingers combing through Jamie’s silky hair.
Lionel smirked. “Very well.” He swaggered out of the room.
Lex relaxed. “Get up, Jamie.” His slave obeyed, not looking at him. “Get dressed.”
“Yes, Master,” Jamie said faintly.
Lex detected…shame?…in the voice. He looked at his slave fumbling to get his clothes on. He came around the desk and gripped Jamie’s arm. “Did he hurt you?”
Jamie tugged his pants on. “N…No, Master.”
Lex cupped his chin, tilting his slave’s head up. He saw the guilt and shame in emerald eyes.
“I’m not angry with you.” Lex brushed his thumb across Jamie’s cheek. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Jamie nodded, blinking his eyes rapidly.
Lex removed his hand, watching Jamie dress. He clamped down on his anger, not wanting to upset Jamie more. When he was finished dressing, Lex said, “With me.”
Jamie nodded, slipping his glasses back on. He followed Lex out through the French doors and into the gardens after Lex summoned a slave to get their coats, hats, boots and gloves from the foyer closet. He would have sent Jamie but he didn’t want him out of his sight.
The air was cold and clear, Lex digging a lavender scarf out of his pocket and winding it around Jamie’s neck, knotting it. His stomach tangled as Jamie smiled shyly at him.
Their boots crunched on hard-packed snow, a hawk flying overhead, looking for field mice.
They walked past hollyberry bushes, English boxwood, and bare rosebushes. Wind blew harshly, singing mournfully through the trees.
Once they were behind a huge blue spruce tree and shielded from the house, Lex stopped and faced Jamie.
“I meant what I said. It wasn’t your fault. As a slave, you can’t fight my father.” Wry humor quirked his mouth. “I’m surprised it took him this long to try something.” Jamie smiled nervously and Lex pushed a strand of hair back from his face. “I’ll keep you by my side as much as I can, but I can’t guarantee he won’t…take you.” Jamie bit his lip and nodded. “If he does take you, tell me. I need to know.” Jamie nodded again.
“I promise, Master.”
Jamie turned his head and brushed his cheek against Lex’s palm. Leaf-green eyes shimmered like a deep grove in summer.
Lex felt protectiveness surge up in him. His father might still win and take his slave’s body, but not his loyalty.
Nor Jamie’s need for him.
Lex took his slave’s hand and they resumed walking.
& & & & & &
High up on the widow’s walk, Lionel Luthor watched the two in the snowy gardens.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Lex/Jamie, Lionel Luthor
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lex comes home to find an awkward situation.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): May 8, 2008
Date Of Posting: March 4, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 691
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
"A gentleman should never poach another man’s slave."
Bertram Ellison Adams
"The Gentleman’s Code"
1832 C.E.
XI
HAWK’S PREY
Lex’s footsteps echoed as he traversed the gleaming foyer. He studied the print-outs he held, mentally running over his plans for the meeting tomorrow.
He walked down the hall, starting to slow down as he reached the library.
“Such a fine, smooth…”
Lex stepped into the library, fingers crumpling the print-outs. His father turned his head and smiled, hand at his belt.
Jamie was bent over the desk, clothes crumpled on the floor. He looked at Lex with entreaty in his green eyes.
Lionel stroked Jamie’s smooth buttocks, a wolfish smile on his face.
“He’s beautiful, Lex. No wonder you keep him in your bed.”
Lex forced his expression to remain calm. He walked over to the desk, opposite his father.
“You know, Dad, you should ask permission before taking my slave.”
“Now, haven’t we always shared?”
Lex’s fingers brushed the top of Jamie’s head. “You like to share, Dad. As in ‘not getting permission’.”
Lionel laid a hand on Jamie’s buttock casually. “You would deny your father such a luscious Prize?”
“I would.” Lex rested his hand on Jamie’s hair. “Jamie is mine to do with as I wish, Dad, and I wish to keep him exclusive to me. Is that too much to ask?”
Lionel sighed, stepping back as he zipped up his pants. “As you wish, son.”
"Oh, and don’t un-Veil my Prize, either." Lex picked up the dark glasses from the desk, his fingers combing through Jamie’s silky hair.
Lionel smirked. “Very well.” He swaggered out of the room.
Lex relaxed. “Get up, Jamie.” His slave obeyed, not looking at him. “Get dressed.”
“Yes, Master,” Jamie said faintly.
Lex detected…shame?…in the voice. He looked at his slave fumbling to get his clothes on. He came around the desk and gripped Jamie’s arm. “Did he hurt you?”
Jamie tugged his pants on. “N…No, Master.”
Lex cupped his chin, tilting his slave’s head up. He saw the guilt and shame in emerald eyes.
“I’m not angry with you.” Lex brushed his thumb across Jamie’s cheek. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Jamie nodded, blinking his eyes rapidly.
Lex removed his hand, watching Jamie dress. He clamped down on his anger, not wanting to upset Jamie more. When he was finished dressing, Lex said, “With me.”
Jamie nodded, slipping his glasses back on. He followed Lex out through the French doors and into the gardens after Lex summoned a slave to get their coats, hats, boots and gloves from the foyer closet. He would have sent Jamie but he didn’t want him out of his sight.
The air was cold and clear, Lex digging a lavender scarf out of his pocket and winding it around Jamie’s neck, knotting it. His stomach tangled as Jamie smiled shyly at him.
Their boots crunched on hard-packed snow, a hawk flying overhead, looking for field mice.
They walked past hollyberry bushes, English boxwood, and bare rosebushes. Wind blew harshly, singing mournfully through the trees.
Once they were behind a huge blue spruce tree and shielded from the house, Lex stopped and faced Jamie.
“I meant what I said. It wasn’t your fault. As a slave, you can’t fight my father.” Wry humor quirked his mouth. “I’m surprised it took him this long to try something.” Jamie smiled nervously and Lex pushed a strand of hair back from his face. “I’ll keep you by my side as much as I can, but I can’t guarantee he won’t…take you.” Jamie bit his lip and nodded. “If he does take you, tell me. I need to know.” Jamie nodded again.
“I promise, Master.”
Jamie turned his head and brushed his cheek against Lex’s palm. Leaf-green eyes shimmered like a deep grove in summer.
Lex felt protectiveness surge up in him. His father might still win and take his slave’s body, but not his loyalty.
Nor Jamie’s need for him.
Lex took his slave’s hand and they resumed walking.
& & & & & &
High up on the widow’s walk, Lionel Luthor watched the two in the snowy gardens.