Anne's Favorite Slash Fanfic

Thursday, June 26, 2003

 
I am moving this recs page over to Livejournal.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/slash_o_rific/
Tobyfan 10:38 AM

Saturday, May 24, 2003

 
I recently went through a reading frenzy on Lenore's site. She is writing Smallville now but she used to write Sentinel fic and you can find it all at the link.

First, you need to read ``That Old Schizophrenic Jealousy,'' in which Lex starts an affair with Superman and Clark gets jealous! It's a laugh riot and oh. so. sexy.

Here's an excerpt:

``It has never occurred to you before how handy your abilities might be in bed. So once you start, you go a little overboard. But who could possibly blame you? Superman's never had sex before.

Besides, your powers totally turn Lex on. He gets harder when you use the super speed and when you float him into the air while you're blowing him. He even likes it when you flash your x-ray vision over his skin because his bones fascinate you. Although you have no idea how he knows what you're up to. It's not one of your more obvious tricks. But when you do it, Lex gasps your name like nothing has ever been more erotic.

Well, not your name, but still--

You both come again and again, too many times to count. By the end, even you are kind of tired. When you finally leave, Lex is lying boneless on the bed, like a used up rag doll. He smiles softly as you struggle to get your sticky self back into the suit. His eyes are dark shipwrecked seas.

You've seen that before. You just never dreamed you'd be the cause of it.''

Uh. Yeah. Go read.
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I also loved, loved, loved ``Seduction,'' which I must warn you is a story that pairs Clark and Lionel. Now, generally I would run screaming from such a story. Literally. But Lenore handles this in such a way that the pairing is actually quite hot. I was stunned. And turned on. Seriously. Of course, Clark is pining for Lex and that makes it ever so much more angsty. I swear you will not be disappointed if you read this.

Here's an excerpt:

``Clark's eyes went wide, and his throat hurt the way it only did when he was genuinely shocked. "Um-- I should really be going, Mr. Luthor."

"Nonsense. And call me Lionel."

His hand started to move, rubbing little circles into the denim.

Clark's skin burned beneath his jeans everywhere Lionel touched him, and he had a moment of terror that he might really start to boil inside, his clothes fuse to his body. Being an alien complicated everything, as if he didn't have enough to worry about with the disturbing tightening in his crotch. This was Lex's father, for God's sake. He should be freaking out. He should get the hell out of there, like someone who was at least marginally sane.

But-- Lex's father was-- well, Lex's.

The first touch of Lionel's mouth against his shouldn't have surprised him. He knew it was coming, and he had room to maneuver, to stop it if he wanted. But he couldn't have predicted what the warm-moist feel of breath against his lips would do to him, how he would open up to it like a dew-hungry flower.

There was a noise in the back of Clark's head that sounded suspiciously like those emergency alert warnings on television, but it was oddly easy to ignore. Because Lionel felt so warm and solid, and he smelled like grown-up man things, cologne and cigars and expensive clothes. And then, there was the way he stroked Clark's thigh, his hand moving up and down, ever so slowly, each time skating tantalizingly closer to Clark's swelling groin, making him ache. Lionel's beard tickled a little, but it was softer than he would have imagined. His hot, slick tongue slid confidently over Clark's, nothing at all like the coltish little kisses he'd had from Lana and Chloe. And he tasted like Lex's favorite cognac, and that was almost like--

Clark kissed him back, with enthusiasm.''

See? I told you. Go.
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There's a sequel to this wonderful story, called ``The Indestructible Truth,'' in which Clark and Lex finally get together, although it's not at all what I expected. It picks ups years later and tells the story in flashbacks. And I loved it! It really touched me.

Here's a part I really love:

``At home, Lex is on him before they even make it through the door, kissing ravenously, stringing a line of love bites along his throat. He is always aggressive after an evening spent with his father.

"Bed," he says, eyes shimmering with heat.

"Mmm," Clark says against his mouth.

No matter how many kisses they share, he always wants one more.

"Now." It is Lex's world-domination voice, and Clark's cock leaps respectfully to attention.

This does not escape Lex's notice. He grabs Clark by the arm and manhandles him into bed.

Most times when they make love, it is a slow, gliding tease. Or a sweaty, athletic marathon. But on nights like this, when Lex's primal streak comes out, he gets desperate to be inside Clark, and the sex is fast and searing and frantic. And that's exactly how Clark wants it. Nothing softened or held back. The sheer ferocity of connection that burns everything else away.

Afterwards, Clark holds Lex while he sleeps. He never patrols after these encounters with Lionel. Refuses to leave Lex alone. He already does that too much. And this is their time.''

Hello! *phew* So go read all of Lenore's stories. She's great!


Tobyfan 11:41 AM

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

 
I am way overdue for an update here, eh? I’ve been reading Smallville fic like candy and I keep writing down the titles and authors of the ones I want to rec but then I just haven’t gotten a chance to get over here and rec them.

First off, I have to tell you about Wendi’s Opposites and Choices series. This is a really funny and well-done future fic that has Clark/Superman sleeping with both Lois and Lex during the same time frame – and he is seriously questioning his sanity. Lex is battling Superman, whom he seemingly does not know is Clark. Meanwhile, Lois knows Clark is sleeping with Lex, but has no idea he’s superman. There is lots of funny dialogue and yummy, yummy sex all around.

Here’s an excerpt from the first story, Eros and Agape:

``Lex needed this night of separation, just as he always did after Superman's feats, when rage burned too hot for Clark's kisses to cool.

It was, Clark reasoned, the perfect time to be covered in the wash of lush, toned curves that was Lois Lane. God she drove Superman crazy. Third person, Clark? Another sign of separating realities, check. Well on his way to insanity, but when it rode on a crest of velvet heat locking around his cock, who really cared so much for being sane?

Clark let them float slowly back to the bed as Lois licked one quivering bicep. She never seemed to tire of making the Man of Steel into putty in her hands. Or under her tongue, and god what a tongue.

Could a person have two soulmates? Clark wasn't sure. Then again, a person wasn't supposed to have two identities, but he did it every day and god, every night. It was a good thing he didn't really need sleep. Between Lex, Lois, and saving the whole goddamned world, he wasn't sure how he would fit it into his schedule.‘’

Part two is Yin and Yang and Part 3 is called Alpha & Omega. You have to read them all. They’re so much fun.
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I loved Zahra’s Fallible Theory, which has loads of Lex angst. Mmmmm. Lex broods about Clark’s lying and accusations and selfishness. He’s had enough. Is Clark too late to change their course?

Here’s an excerpt:

``Shouting is for people who can't control their emotions, and once upon a time, Lex used to get emotional over Clark. Lex is doing his best to forget this. He's doing his best to forget all the times that Clark smiled, and Lex's heart might've stopped. No, Lex doesn't feel the same anymore because that time is past. It's been sufficently repressed, or it will be, so Lex is fine. He can speak in a calm, controlled voice with complete detachment, and when he talks to Clark he talks to the space over Clark's left shoulder.
When Clark comes to visit him, Lex plays Solitaire on his laptop, and when Clark gets upset, Lex doesn't even blink. He allows Clark to yell and scream and accuse him of unspeakable things, because Lex can't bring himself to care anymore. The brilliant arguments he formulates in his head don't matter.

He won't rise to Clark's goading again, and he knows that it's all for the best in the end.

Screaming means that you have something invested.’’

* sniff * Go. Read.
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Jenn, another Smallville goddess, has written an unspeakably beautiful piece of work called Somewhere I Have Never Traveled that you * will * read if you know what’s good for you. It’s sets about a decade into the future and Clark has just used gold kryptonite to get rid of all his powers so he can be human. He gets extremely ill during the process and Lex, Superman’s arch enemy, comes to help him through the crisis. The next thing Clark knows, he’s being publicly and imaginatively courted.

Here’s an excerpt:

``Oh yeah. Slamming down in the wide, offensively comfortable leather chair across from Lex, Clark tries out a glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Sitting." Head cocked, Lex studies him with so much blatancy that Clark feels more underdressed than usual. Almost naked, even. "How are you?"

"Fine, great, and Smallville, by the way, is losing oxygen by the second, what with the denuding of anything floral." Oh, he's petty and really not great at the witticisms. Closing his eyes, Clark takes a deep breath. "Mr. Luthor--"

"Lex." Lex leans both elbows onto the desk, fixing him with a warm, personal look of true interest. The sort of interest that got socialites out of their underwear, managed to get Lois out of hers, and at sixteen, could have peeled the boxers right off of Clark's in the time it took to light a cigar. "Clark. Really. Relax."

"There's a bear by my desk."

Lex's mouth twitches from the practiced smile. The bastard is about to laugh. "Do you like it?"

Clark hadn't really got past the utter humiliation to decide on that. "That's not the point. You can't--" Clark stops. *Can't* isn't a word in Lex's vocabulary. Like *shouldn't* and *couldn't* and *wouldn't*. "Lex, if this is some sort of--I mean--" It just sounded weird. Lex, are you hitting on me? Lex, is this your idea of foreplay? Lex, it's been years and remember the time I broke all your really cool toys and you said you'd cut out my heart? With a Kryptonite spoon?

Taking a breath, Clark braces both feet on the floor.

"No."

"Dinner."

"You do still know the meaning of the word 'no', right?" Thing is, Lex might not. Looking up from beneath his bangs--he really needs a haircut--he watches Lex study him. Like a chessboard, maybe, or a particular area of unclaimed land that needs conquering real damn soon.

Or like--well, like he's looking at Clark, too. Like he sees *him*, not Superman, and Clark doesn't miss the hatred or the anger or the barely checked violence that has always simmered beneath the surface of every one of their encounters for so long that sometimes, Clark thinks that those years in Smallville were some kind of Kryptonite-induced hallucination.’’

It’s long. It’s romantic, and it will make your eyes moist. Have a tissue handy.
~*~*~
The Good Son by Dolimir is another really wonderful future fic. Clark has pushed Lex irrevocably out of his life and spends most of his time away from Smallville. Lex begins coming around to visit Martha and her daughter and they all become fast friends, until Clark’s return brings up old wounds.

Here’s an excerpt:

`` "Has everyone lost their minds?" Clark raised his hands upward in exasperation then let them drop to his side. "What have you done to them, Luthor?"

"He hasn't done anything." Martha put her hands on her son's chest. Hannah knew her mom couldn't do anything to stop Clark if he was intent on his course of action, but she also knew she was hoping to break through his anger. "Except be a friend."
"I'll be going now." Lex started to reach out to touch Martha, but stopped.

Before he could drop his hand, Martha grabbed it and held it between both of hers. "I'm so sorry, Lex."

"Don't be," he whispered. His gaze briefly flickered to meet Hannah's but dropped when the teen refused to make eye contact with him. "Good-bye, Hannah." His voice held a finality to it which made her look up, but she said nothing, her eyes filling with tears.
"Don't even think about hiding from me, Luthor," Clark said in a menacing tone.

Lex steadily met his gaze. "I'll be at the castle." Lex smiled reassuringly at Martha, brought his other hand up and gently touched her hands, then pulled back and disappeared into the night. ‘’

Lex angst. * sniff * I don’t want to give anything away, but I will say that later Clark finds out something Lex never meant him to. Oh dear God, the angst. How I love it.
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Conditioned by Isagel is an established relationship story and I don’t usually read those but it was recced and I discovered that I * loved * it. Lex is on the phone in his study and Clark is pacing the room waiting for him to finish. As he paces, he does everything in his power to keep Lex’s eyes focused on him. Truly a delight.

Here’s an excerpt:

``Clark was wandering the outskirts of the room now, brief red of glass-tinted sunlight playing on his cheek as he passed the window. Restless need was rolling off him in waves, and Lex felt a sudden urge to just hang up the phone. It had been three days this time, after all, and taking care of Clark's needs had become one of his top priorities over the last few months. It appeared to be part of his protective feelings towards the boy that he could never stand to keep him waiting longer than necessary.

"Yeah. It will have to be next week, before the board meeting." He pulled out his filofax and ran his finger over the appointments in his calendar. Clark had reached the pool table, sliding his hand along the smooth wooden edge as he circled it. "How about Tuesday?"

There was a breath of skin over felt, followed by the click of wood on wood, and this time he did watch openly, because Clark had his back turned, and this was such a lovely view. Clark leaning over the pool table, one hand splayed on its purple surface, the other absently playing with the balls, letting them collide with each other, catching them when they rolled back. Large hand, almost big enough to palm the ball, yet oddly elegant. His farmboy, made for the great outdoors, not the polished interiors of the rich and famous, but looking so perfectly in place, the contrast only enhancing his beauty. Long legs in faded jeans and no flannel shirt today, just a white T-shirt in the summer heat. Curve of broad shoulders wrapped in cotton, muscular back flowing into narrow hips. Tanned arms with massive biceps that didn't really belong on a sixteen-year-old, but spoke of what Clark could do, the strength that was always there when you needed it.’’

Is it warm in here? * g *
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The Delivery Boy and the Billionaire’s Son by Jessica is another fun read. Lex and Clark are avoiding each other after spending a night together – without having sex. They run into other at the Talon and Clark finally decides to break the ice and asks Lex to attend a football game with the gang. They travel in the truck Lex bought for Clark. There’s some wonderful dialogue here.

Here’s an excerpt:

`` "I'm sorry for taking off like that." Clark took a shuffling step backward but kept their eyes locked. Lex had this way if making him nervous and bold at the same time.

"It's okay, Clark. I'm not too good with mornings after myself."

"Oh my God," he groaned. "I took off like a one night stand, didn't I?"

Lex laughed out loud and reached out to grab the hands covering Clark's blush. "It's okay, Clark," he said again. "Sleeping doesn't count. You have to have sex before we call it a one night stand."

"I hope this isn't how the conversations in your head went," laughed Clark.

"No, it isn't," Lex said, pulling him close. "But we were still in bed for most of them. The things you say in bed and the things you say in public are very different, I find."

"Yeah." He sighed, listening to the crowd just around the corner. A cheer went up in the street and Lex's face turned away. It was only a moment but it took Clark back to that night. He reached a hand up and stroked the soft cheek, a touch which brought Lex's attention back to the boy in front of him.

"You know, we still haven't kissed."

Lex smiled. "I know."

But it wasn't going to happen in an alley off Main Street. Standing in Lex's arms only few feet from the crowd, Clark was surprised it had gone this far.’’

* sigh * It just keeps getting better after that.

That’s all for now. Should keep you busy for a bit.


Tobyfan 7:36 PM

Friday, April 25, 2003

 
More Smallville. More, more, more. I’m hooked. Badly hooked. I’m head over heels in love with CLex and I can’t stop. I can’t get enough. I’m going to include recs for one vid and four fics here, so read on if you’re interested.

I’ll start with the vid. It’s called ``Everything.’’ The song is by Lifehouse and the vid is by MizJain. She makes an excellent use of clips and even some really cool slow-motion moments to illustrate her point. She also uses longer clips than I’m used to seeing in vids. There’s a lot of footage from the rescue scene in the pilot episode and a nice lengthy clip of the bowtie scene (as I like to call it) from the season one finale.

The song is so PERFECT for CLex that I am including the lyrics here. So sue me.

Everything
By Lifehouse

Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again

You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fold
You still my heart
When you take my breath away
Would you take me in take me deeper now

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everythiny.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything.. everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

~*~*~

* sigh * Yeah.

On to the fic.

A couple of days ago, Thamiris posted a new CLex fic that had me squealing with joy. Thamiris is my Smallville Goddess. I love everything she writes. Everything, I tell you. I even have this small shrine for her in my home. ;)

Her new story is When a Strawberry is Pushed into a Mountain. It’s a future fic with Clark in college and still madly in love with Lex. I love pining stories. Mmmm. So, Clark has this poetry assignment causing him no end of pain and his good buddy Lex comes to the rescue to help out in more ways than one. Heh. It’s a nice long read and I spent a few pleasurable hours in its company.

This story has some yummy angst, some wicked humor, lots of delicious sex and boys solving problems together! What more could you ask for? Here is an excerpt that made me giggle with delight:

Clark even wrote out a list to organize the possible interpretations of Lex's ambiguous behavior, which he kept hidden in an old Bradbury novel:

1. Lex isn't dual action, just a friendly guy who looks at everyone like they're edible.
2. Lex is dual action, but wants me to make the first move.
3. Lex is dual action, but doesn't like me that way.
4. Lex is dual action, but thinks I'm too young for the closed-door stuff.

Hee!

This part gave my heart a painful squeeze and made me get all teary (*sniff*):

"Something came up, and I had to fly to New York."

"Oh." Clark wondered if the ‘something' had long hair and breasts, and slammed the window shut hard enough to send plaster chips flaking from the wall.

"I'm sorry. We should've talked about this before, about what it meant to me and what it meant to you."

His bed creaked as he threw himself down. "Because those are obviously two very different things."

"Obviously." A pause, and the sound of Lex drinking, murmur of voices in the background. "You feel sorry for someone, especially when it's obvious how they feel about you, and it goes too far for all the wrong reasons."

There was a four-letter word for that. Pity. People used it in Smallville to talk about Jackie Shortall, whose mother drank too much when she was pregnant, so he came out shriveled and slow. Jackie delivered newspapers from a red wagon even when he was forty, wearing a greasy baseball cap and answering, "Yep, that's sure nice," no matter what you said to him. ‘Tall in the body, short in the brain,' Mrs. Goodwin once said to Clark after Jackie came into her store to buy a couple of Twinkies and took fifteen minutes to count out a hundred and ninety-nine pennies.

That was how Lex saw Clark, why Lex let him do those things last night, a sad loser you humored because, like a three-legged puppy, it made him happy. His dry lunch scraped against his stomach, and he didn't know where to put his hands, which itched. All of him felt too warm, like the time when he breathed in the alien spores and nearly died.

Aww. Poor babies. Mixed messages! Confusion! Make it stop! Don’t worry. Thamiris always comes through.

And here’s an excerpt that made me swooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnn:

"I like how you look wet, without your clothes. As good as I expected." When a drop of water fell from Clark's hair, trickling down his shoulder, Lex caught it with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth. As he did, his loosely- belted robe slithered further open, and he wore nothing underneath.

"Lex..."

"Don't look at me like that, Clark, or this will be the shortest poetry lesson in the history of pedagogy."

Is it hot in here?
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Another story, I want to rec is Redemption by Joyfulgirl41. This is a very, very clever future fic in which Lex has a young daughter. Clark saves her one day and the two friends are re-united after a few years of estrangement. Lots of anticipation in this one and the writer slowly reveals why the friends went their separate ways.

Here’s an angsty excerpt:

"Why didn't you two ever get together?" Lex asked.

"We did, actually, for a short time in college." Clark said.

"Really?" Lex sounded surprised, "what happened?"

"I was still in love with you," and for one horrible moment Clark thought he had actually said that out loud.

When the expectant look on Lex's face didn't change, he realized he hadn't. So he shrugged, and gave Lex the half-truth "I didn't love her the way I should have, the way she deserved."

Lex nodded his head distractedly; "I know how that goes."

~*~*~

Destina Fortunato has her own clever future fic entitled Prophet, in which a future Lex Luthor comes back through a time machine to try and undo all the damage he’s caused in the intervening years. Very powerful and very moving. No one wants to listen to Future Lex and I want to shake them all.

Here’s an excerpt:

Clark said his name once more, so quietly, and Lex looked up at Clark through the eyes of knowledge, saw the unconcealed concern in Clark's eyes. He couldn't face it. Once he turned his face away, Clark stilled at his side. His calm translated itself to Lex, made sense in ways his urgent worry did not, so that Lex was finally able to hear again, to understand.
"I'm all right," he said, and winced at the hoarse sound of his voice.

"No, you're not. Let me help."

Oh, and how that ached, to hear it offered so freely, with no strings attached.

Clark cared. He loved.

That was what it was, wasn't it? Love had caused all the trouble to begin with; he remembered that much, at least. He wasn't a man who could sustain love. It would wither and die in his keeping. Taking and taking and taking - he was going to become his father, incapable of giving a damn about anyone else.

Gosh. I’m really picking out all the angsty moments here, aren’t I? I just love angst when it’s done well.

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And finally, last but not least, Just Another Pleasant Smallville Sunday by Ciel, which is very funny story. It starts out with Clark running all over town frantically stopping one disaster after another. In the process, he ends up covered in dirt, cow manure and apple pie. Lex runs into him and offers him a ride, but *only * if he takes off his pants and shoes before getting into the expensive car.

What follows is both funny and hot. Here’s an excerpt:

"I...don't suppose you'd...give me a ride?"

"Cow shit, Clark. In my car?"

"I could take my shoes off."

Lex put an elbow on the car's window frame and slowly stroked his temple before resting his chin on his hand and smiling lazily again. "That leaves your equally-mired pants."

"God, Lex. Drop me off at home with my pants off?"

"Suggest an alternative."

Clark opened his mouth and the words "How about your place?" came out without passing Go, collecting $200, or checking in at Better Judgment Central.

Lex looked thoughtful. "If I remember correctly, the castle has a laundry room. Or I can have the staff beat your jeans to godliness against some rocks. Strip and hop in."

At first Clark wasn't sure he'd heard right. But Lex had that faint challenging look, the one that sort of dared you to think he meant anything...sexy...when he said stuff like that. Clark had never wanted to answer that dare...rather, Clark had never dared answer that dare because what if he was wrong and Lex just sounded that way because he couldn't help but sound seductive, no matter the topic or person addressed, and it wasn't personal at all? Still, it was difficult to see how he could say "strip and hop in" and NOT mean something sexy. So...

Hee! Go read!


Tobyfan 11:20 AM

Sunday, April 20, 2003

 
Since my dive into the Smallville fandom, I've been watching a lot of vids. Lots and lots of vids and I figured I should rec some here, even though they're not fanfics. They still tell a story, right?

One of my favorites is More by soappacrates. I'm not expert on vids, but I do know what I like. I like her choice of songs and the clips she uses. ``More'' has a really clip at 1:31 with Lex just really pouring all his emotions into his expression. I don't know what episode it's from since I haven't seen that many yet, but wow, I want to see it. I almost feel like a voyeur watching it. *g* I think I've watched this video at least 30 times and I never get tired of it.

Also by soappacrates, I got a big kick out of ``Huzzah!,'' which has all the Smallville men in various stages of undress. Mmmm. ``You're the One'' is another terrific one. The lyrics are perfect for CLex and, again, the vidder selects really yummy clips to show the emotion between these two adorable men. ``Enter Sandman,'' is a well done Lex/Lionel vid, which makes me at least understand why there is Lex/Lionel slash, even if I don't care to read it.

Another vidder I really like is Bonibaru and my favorite is ``The Different,'' a really great song I'd never heard before. Lots of great clips in this one, including ones where Clark saves Lex. I really like those.``Attitude'' is good but the sound quality of the song is not good. At least not on my computer. Still, some great clips of Lex being Lex. I'd also highly recommend ``Equal Mystery,'' which another perfect CLex song set to really good clips.

I want to recommend ``Here or There'' by Lucia (song by Andy Stochanksy), but I can't find where I got it from. Web searches left me wondering. This one has lots of angsty moments between Lex and all of his co-. I love angst and longing looks and this one has it all, plus great music and lyrics. If anyone knows a link for it, please comment me.

If you have suggestions for other vids I should watch, please commment me.


Tobyfan 10:20 AM

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

 
I just finished reading Demarcation by Livia and now I must urge you all to go read it. Please! You'll be glad you did.

This is a future fic and Clark and Lex haven't seen each other in about seven years. Clark, as Superman, runs into Lex one night sneaking stealthily through a building. Turns out Lex is investigating some shady goings on in Luthorcorp, so Lex and Clark work together and, of course, eventually fall in love. This story works so beautifully on so many levels that I can't even begin to describe here. You just have to trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong before?

Here's an excerpt that I love:

Lex grinned, delighted. "You want me to call you Lois?"

Clark stuck his tongue in his cheek, then bit it to keep from grinning. "No," he said firmly, "Lois Lane made up that name."

Lex squinted at him. "You don't like it?"

"Well," Clark sighed. "I wouldn't have picked Superman. 'Hi, I read way too much Nietzche as a teenager. Please, look up to me as your ubermensch ideal.'"

"'Suck my cock, I'm Superman.'" Lex imitated Superman's commanding tone so well that it was hardly even funny, and Clark took him by the shoulder and hauled him up to his feet. A weirdly giddy prickle ran up and down his spine as the realization broke over him-- he didn't have to hide his strength. For the first time ever, with a lover-- he still had to be careful, but he didn't have to pretend.

Go. Read!

Tobyfan 5:41 PM

Monday, April 14, 2003

 
Jenn posted a new Smallville story, co-authored by prufrock, and I haven't even finished going through all her existing fanfic yet! What a treat this one is. It's a futurefic with Clark in college. It's Sunday night and Clark is waiting for Lex to stop by for their weekly visit. When Lex is late, Clark tries to convince himself that he doesn't need Lex and he can find other ways to entertain himself. But, then, Lex finally shows up and brings Clark to a strip club. Oh the hijinks that commence. Can you say adorable, stuttering, aroused Clark? You simply must read this. It's called Sparks and boy, is that an understatement.

It's funny, it's sexy, it's hot. Go read. Here's an excerpt to entice you:

Clark takes a bigger drink as the waitress leaves, focusing on the heels currently only inches away at near-eye level. Farther up from that he cannot go. Doesn't want to go. Though those are nice legs in those hose. Thigh highs? That's interesting. And her skin, the color of honey, looks soft. And wow, how does she get that kind of close shave....

He's looking at a woman's -- place.

Clark takes another drink and wonders if the wine will be a good excuse for the fact his face is burning.

"It's all right to look, Clark," Lex says and Clark curses in his head.

It wouldn't kill him to *miss something* one day, Clark thinks bitterly. All Lex does is smirk and drum his fingers on the table.

"It's why we're here," Lex goes on. He gives Clark a Look. "Or more, if you like."

Clark's mouth go automatically dry and God, when did it get so hot? What the *hell* is being an alien good for if he's not even going to be impervious to this sort of shit? And really, he ought to know better because for God's sake, it's *Lex*, one big invitation for wheezing terror and generally inappropriate things smashing into one another with inexplicable grace.

"More," Clark deadpans.

"More," Lex concurs, smiling merrily.

"Are you *trying* to kill me?" Clark demands.

Lex's smile widens, changing into something vaguely challenging. It's a guy thing that Lex has perfected, that way of daring without saying a word, and it's irritating because it works. Taking a breath, Clark gulps down more wine, a little surprised to feel a slight rushing sensation as he sets the -- empty? -- glass down. Grown-up. He can look at live-action naked women. This is fantasy stuff, right? Settling in the leather seat, Clark starts at the silver heels again and starts working his way up.



Tobyfan 10:23 AM