Author's notes: Inspired by Te, written for Te. Makes more sense if you've seen the pilot of 'Smallville.'
Crux Lex never did believe in miracles. Like flying. Resurrection. That boy's wet mouth on his.
by Livia
10/17/01
He imagines leaning back against that thick wooden post. He can almost feel the splinters catching his jacket, piercing him as he jerks off under the same full moon that painted exquisite gleams on sweat-slick skin. It's an amusingly pagan image: lord of the land, spilling his seed in the fields.
Closing his eyes, Lex pulls up an image of Clark on the cross. And smiles. He's mixing mythologies, but who cares?
O crux gloriosa, indeed.
He's ready for a close, personal relationship with his savior.
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