danceswithgary: (CLex - Two Years)
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Title: Snapshots - SV
Author: danceswithgary
Pairings: (Clark Kent/Lex Luthor)
Rating: G to PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 13 x 100
Archive: Fine, just let me know
Summary: Drabbles requested based on my SV icons.

For [personal profile] katrina_lefay

A tiny tag for Dalla Luce Della Luna (By the Light of the Moon).

Makeover Magic


"I'll pass. How much longer until we go back inside?"

"What's wrong, Clark? I thought you enjoyed the opera."

"I do, Lex. I love the music and costumes. It's just that I don't know that I'm ever going to feel comfortable wearing a tuxedo."

"That would be a shame. There are few people in the world that look better in one than you."

"I think you're little biased."

"The women…and men who are watching would disagree. I think I need to make it clear who you belong to."

"Lex, I…."

"There. Red lips and a blush. Now you're perfect."

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For [profile] megamom2

After The Ball

"This what you had in mind?"

Lex turned from the suite's bar to see his escort, Kal, sprawled across the bed, black velvet jacket artfully rumpled and raised knee doing little to hide the impressively aroused cock distending the front of Kal's perfectly-tailored trousers. With a tilt of his head and only a hint of a smirk, Lex indicated his approval, and then turned back to finish pouring his scotch.

Lex knew that just touching Kal's perfect body was going to take all of his control, or Lex's night of self-indulgence would end much too soon. The alcohol would help.

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For [personal profile] djaddict

A sneak preview to Blood Debts.


Unfortunately, Lex's doctor was unable to supply a description of the intruder beyond tall and dark-haired or to explain Lex's complete recovery from the poison. When his investigator asked if Lex remembered anything about his mid-air abduction, Lex automatically touched two slight imperfections on his neck. Of all the injuries he's received since the meteor shower, they're the only wounds that left scars. The marks tingle under Lex's fingertips as he recalls waking in his bed, naked, his blood on the sheets and healed bite the only evidence of foul play.

In short, a mystery that Lex is determined to solve.

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For [personal profile] jlvsclrk

Red Resolution

Kal checked his hair in the mirror and adjusted the collar of his shirt before leaving his apartment for the club. The silk felt smooth and cool against his skin, reminding him of the man he'd noticed the night before. The pale skin had looked as if it would feel just as soft under Kal's fingertips, and he decided he'd make the effort to find out if it was. It had been too long since he'd indulged himself, and he could feel the red heat simmering through his veins, molten need that could only be sated in another's flesh. Tonight.


For [personal profile] me_ya_ri

Garnet Game

Lighting Clark Kent sometimes proved a challenge for even the most experienced photographers. While the supermodel could make any designer's clothing look incredible on or off the runway, lights set at certain angles highlighted red glints in his million dollar eyes. Granted a little manipulation could clear up the problem, but the great Lex Luthor considered any reliance on a computer imaging program beneath him and an offense to his sense of the art.

One late night at the studio, Lex discovered Clark's secret. One of them, at least. At their next shoot, Lex looked through his viewfinder and smiled.

Ruby Regret

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"Lex?" Torn between giving Lex space and trying to make him understand, Clark slowly walked up behind him. "Talk to me?"

Lex yanked on his hooded sweatshirt in jerky movements, the hood falling back to expose the smooth curve of his head. "There's nothing to talk about."

Clark stopped resisting and reached out to pull Lex into his arms, warming the chill he could feel through the age-worn cloth. "I'm sorry. I couldn't seem to find the right time to tell you."

Lex sighed. "Promise me you won't wear that ring anymore."

"Never again," Clark swore, and held on tight.


For [profile] spazlady2002


"You had to know I couldn't let it go on." Lex keeps his voice low and reasonable as he approaches his angry boyfriend. "She couldn't keep her hands off you, so I made it easier for her to avoid temptation." He shifts Clark's arms from their position across Clark's chest and then slides in close, frowning when Clark remains impassive under Lex's hands.

Leaning in, Lex brushes a soft kiss across Clark's pouting lips then slowly kisses his way along Clark's jaw, murmuring, "Paris. She was thrilled." Clark shrugs, still upset, but doesn't move away, even when Lex whispers, "Mine."

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For [profile] roxymissrose


The ochre cloud of smoke swirls from ground to stratosphere, colored by flame. Few details are visible from Lex's vantage point, but he's well aware of what's causing the ominous display. He's tempted to order his driver closer to the site, but his bodyguards are already on edge. Lex knows he's pushing their limits by standing in the open where an enterprising assassin might manage a kill shot, although he's wearing a Kevlar vest under his trademark black overcoat.

He watches for a few more minutes, mulling over possible solutions, knowing he only has one choice.

He'll accept Superman's offer.


For [personal profile] shedonit

A tiny tag for Cordially Yours.

Sweet Nothings

"You don't play fair, Lex."

Lex glanced up from his laptop to see Clark crawling toward him from the foot of his bed. Slamming the laptop shut, he dropped it on the nightstand, just in time to save it from accidental destruction by naked wrestling. Moments later, Lex was pinned and laughing up at Clark. "I can't breathe. You said something about playing fair?"

Rolling until Lex was on top, Clark pouted up at him. "You bought all of Lana's special cherry cordials."

"I don't share," Lex mock-growled. "Candy-crazed Clark belongs to me."

Clark grinned and agreed. "Chocolate-covered Clark too."

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For [profile] time_testudinem

A missing moment from Intentions.


Lex hated being sick, detested his continued weakness after the latest attempt on his life. Years of fighting against his father's low opinion left Lex impatient with any perceived failure on his part, even an inevitable setback after another brush with death.

Even burdened by the weight of all his psychological baggage, Lex wasn't foolish enough to forego all amenities to prove his strength. Stepping inside his air-conditioned jet was a relief, and he wasted no time stripping off jacket and shirt to take advantage of the cool air. Settling into position, he frowned and nodded to his doctor. "Ready."

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For [personal profile] oliver95


Afterwards, Clark never took off his shirt where anyone might see his back. Not even his parents knew what Jor-El had done that night in the cave, and they never would if Clark could manage it. Changing for gym was tricky, but Clark handled it by arriving late and keeping his back to the lockers.

Although Clark expected Pete would be the first, it was Lex, after an encounter with a mutant left Clark's shirt shredded. His fingers were cool against Clark's skin, as they traced the pattern Clark had only seen in mirrors, and Clark no longer felt damaged.


For [personal profile] patrese1

Crossing Over

Gazing out over the muted lines and lights of the city, Clark murmured, "The fog comes on little cat feet."

Lex joined him on the balcony with a quiet chuckle, teasing, "Waxing poetic, Clark?"

Clark shrugged and turned enough to pull Lex into his arms. "Just remembering another foggy night and a certain bridge." He kissed Lex's temple in apology when he flinched and turned away. "Hey, we made it through okay, right?"

"I sometimes wonder what would have happened if you hadn't stopped me," Lex said with a shiver.

Clark smiled. "I would have followed and brought you home."

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For [personal profile] sue_dreams

Lofty Dreams

They pause on the landing, Clark considering an answer to a question Lex doesn't remember asking. Dust motes dance in the ray of sunlight that gilds the hairs on Clark's arm, and the tips of Lex's fingers tingle. He wants to touch as he wonders if they're as soft as they look, yearns to taste the faint salt of skin warmed by sun and exertion, and craves the sound of Clark saying his name low and needy.


Startled from his reverie, Lex looks up into puzzled green eyes and a smile that invites kisses, and gives into temptation.


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Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. The characters of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent as well as any supporting characters are the property of their creators and DC Comics. Gough/Millar Inc and the WB Network TV own Smallville. Any deviation (or deviant behavior) from the originals, however, is mine.

Feedback is both welcome and appreciated.


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