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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-10-22 03:15 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-10-22 03:15 pm
Make a wish. Just make sure it's the one you want.
Smallville
We think we know what we need.
We spend our time figuring out how to get what we want, who can help us, who's in the way.
We make our moves and sometimes we get lucky. We get exactly what we want.
And life gets worse.
Simple truth #22: be careful what you wish for.
-Oz, Season 1, Episode 7
flawed.
Surprisingly enough there’s not a perfect symmetry to Clark’s face. There’s a slight tilt to his mouth and a minute imperfection along his jawline. When Clark arches his head to the side, Lex counts three little moles behind his left ear, too. His cock curves slightly to the right, and no matter what else it can be called - beautiful, mouth-watering, gorgeous - at the end of the day it *is* an imperfection.
Very little surprises Lex anymore; he suspects that it’s what dying has done to him, but he can’t say for sure. He’s fairly certain he was this way before his second death, but that was then and this is now, and it’s like imported and domestic. He can’t be sure about much anymore, but it doesn’t pay to guess.
The only thing that pays are facts.
Facts are cold, hard currency in his bank account.
And the fact of the matter is that Clark Kent isn’t nearly as beautiful as Lex has always thought he was. Without the clothing in the way and the shy façade in place, Clark is flawed.
He has noticeable defects, and they might make him more dangerous than Lex has previously thought.
There are the obvious flaws of temperament and sartorial choice. Flannel doesn’t look good on anyone, and Clark could stand a few Anger Management courses of his own, but these are minor defects to Lex now.
These are more chinks in character and what a lack of fashion sense will do. These are things that can be rectified with time and money, and perhaps a visit to a psychiatrist. The therapists didn’t work for Lex; it doesn’t mean they won’t work for Clark.
But all these are all irrelevant to the point at hand.
The point at hand, or perhaps *in* Lex’s hand because he’s the one giving the handjob right now, is that Clark is far and away from perfect. His voice is not melodious, it fact when it’s not pitched somewhere between pleading and demanding, it’s clear that Clark hasn’t quite come out of puberty yet.
Clark can be selfish and deceitful, and he quite clearly is up to his neck in secrets. He refuses to trust Lex and is appalled when Lex treats him in the same manner.
He’s hiding all sorts of things that are obviously wearing down everyone around him.
Behind not-quite-perfectly-almond-shaped eyes, he’s troubled and withdrawn. He’s different, yes, but not in the ways that everyone seems to think they are. He doesn’t fool Lex, despite the gasps and wet kisses.
And yet.
And yet it is these things that makes Lex want him more.
With every slid of his wrist and thrust of Clark’s hips, Lex sinks deeper, and it’s beginning to eat away at him in ways that only Louis can imagine.
Clark’s flaws are Lex’s weakness, and this flawed Clark, the one that returns his second glances and doesn’t shy away from Lex’s advances is dangerous. He’s formidable. He’s quite clearly everything Lex has ever wanted, and everything he doesn’t need.
This Clark doesn’t preach or probe. He knows when to stay and when to leave. He doesn’t need Lex as much as he wants him, and he won’t stop Lex when Lex thinks first and asks later.
This flawed Clark isn’t what Lex needs, but it’s who he’s asked for.
It’s who he has.
And every time Clark cries out his name and comes for him, Lex regrets the wishes he’s made.
-end-
Notes: I understand that everybody else spells it Lewis, but since I went to IMDB and they said his named was Louis Leery, Jr. I’m sticking with that.
We think we know what we need.
We spend our time figuring out how to get what we want, who can help us, who's in the way.
We make our moves and sometimes we get lucky. We get exactly what we want.
And life gets worse.
Simple truth #22: be careful what you wish for.
-Oz, Season 1, Episode 7
flawed.
Surprisingly enough there’s not a perfect symmetry to Clark’s face. There’s a slight tilt to his mouth and a minute imperfection along his jawline. When Clark arches his head to the side, Lex counts three little moles behind his left ear, too. His cock curves slightly to the right, and no matter what else it can be called - beautiful, mouth-watering, gorgeous - at the end of the day it *is* an imperfection.
Very little surprises Lex anymore; he suspects that it’s what dying has done to him, but he can’t say for sure. He’s fairly certain he was this way before his second death, but that was then and this is now, and it’s like imported and domestic. He can’t be sure about much anymore, but it doesn’t pay to guess.
The only thing that pays are facts.
Facts are cold, hard currency in his bank account.
And the fact of the matter is that Clark Kent isn’t nearly as beautiful as Lex has always thought he was. Without the clothing in the way and the shy façade in place, Clark is flawed.
He has noticeable defects, and they might make him more dangerous than Lex has previously thought.
There are the obvious flaws of temperament and sartorial choice. Flannel doesn’t look good on anyone, and Clark could stand a few Anger Management courses of his own, but these are minor defects to Lex now.
These are more chinks in character and what a lack of fashion sense will do. These are things that can be rectified with time and money, and perhaps a visit to a psychiatrist. The therapists didn’t work for Lex; it doesn’t mean they won’t work for Clark.
But all these are all irrelevant to the point at hand.
The point at hand, or perhaps *in* Lex’s hand because he’s the one giving the handjob right now, is that Clark is far and away from perfect. His voice is not melodious, it fact when it’s not pitched somewhere between pleading and demanding, it’s clear that Clark hasn’t quite come out of puberty yet.
Clark can be selfish and deceitful, and he quite clearly is up to his neck in secrets. He refuses to trust Lex and is appalled when Lex treats him in the same manner.
He’s hiding all sorts of things that are obviously wearing down everyone around him.
Behind not-quite-perfectly-almond-shaped eyes, he’s troubled and withdrawn. He’s different, yes, but not in the ways that everyone seems to think they are. He doesn’t fool Lex, despite the gasps and wet kisses.
And yet.
And yet it is these things that makes Lex want him more.
With every slid of his wrist and thrust of Clark’s hips, Lex sinks deeper, and it’s beginning to eat away at him in ways that only Louis can imagine.
Clark’s flaws are Lex’s weakness, and this flawed Clark, the one that returns his second glances and doesn’t shy away from Lex’s advances is dangerous. He’s formidable. He’s quite clearly everything Lex has ever wanted, and everything he doesn’t need.
This Clark doesn’t preach or probe. He knows when to stay and when to leave. He doesn’t need Lex as much as he wants him, and he won’t stop Lex when Lex thinks first and asks later.
This flawed Clark isn’t what Lex needs, but it’s who he’s asked for.
It’s who he has.
And every time Clark cries out his name and comes for him, Lex regrets the wishes he’s made.
-end-
Notes: I understand that everybody else spells it Lewis, but since I went to IMDB and they said his named was Louis Leery, Jr. I’m sticking with that.
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Excellent job!
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It always happens that way: something looks beautiful and shiny on its pedestal and then it comes down and you see the off-coloring and the nicks and how it's not nearly like what you thought it was.