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Smallville
Lex/Clark
Everything Will Never Be Okay
Lex is falling apart at the seams; Clark is taking over his body and his mind and his heart with his cock and that face. That beautiful face that Lex can’t ever seem to turn away from no matter how hard he tries.
With every one of Clark's thrusts Lex’s arms are disengaging from his chest, and with every keening noise that escapes from his own throat, he can feel a little bit more of himself slipping away.
His cock is floating between them as though it's a separate part of his body, and his legs are hanging in the air as though gravity has left the room for all eternity.
Everything Lex is seeing tonight is proof that Clark is taking him apart piece by piece, and Lex can’t bring himself to stop this thief.
His eyes are betraying him even now, because this scene in his bedroom is black and white, and the only color left in the world is the gold-green of Clark's eyes. There's clear sweat on Clark's brow and even that beautiful mouth that has told Lex so many lies is just another shade of gray in the night.
Clark's muscles are bunching and relaxing, and when Lex runs his hands up Clark's biceps he can feel the slight moisture gathering there, but what he's seeing and what he's feeling are completely disassociated. He's not really here, this isn't happening to him at all. He's actually sitting on an antique chair in the corner, watching as his most hoped for dream occurs before his disbelieving eyes, and it's everything he can do not to blink because then everything might disappear except for the lies.
There are shadows playing against the far wall, but instead of two bodies all Lex can see is a lonely man fastening a purple tie; and when Lex closes his eyes everything is still in shades of black and white.
He can't tell how long he's been waiting for this moment, because it seems like it's been forever, which would mean that everything leading up to this moment didn't really occur at all and he's been dead his entire life.
Fucking Clark -- being fucked by Clark has made his Technicolor world into a black and white film where all he sees is gray, and he wonders, as Clark shudders over him, if this is what happens when you finally get what you want.
This is the first time in his life that Lex has ever seen a dream die before his very eyes.
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Smallville
Lex/Clark
Everything Will Never Be Okay
Lex is falling apart at the seams; Clark is taking over his body and his mind and his heart with his cock and that face. That beautiful face that Lex can’t ever seem to turn away from no matter how hard he tries.
With every one of Clark's thrusts Lex’s arms are disengaging from his chest, and with every keening noise that escapes from his own throat, he can feel a little bit more of himself slipping away.
His cock is floating between them as though it's a separate part of his body, and his legs are hanging in the air as though gravity has left the room for all eternity.
Everything Lex is seeing tonight is proof that Clark is taking him apart piece by piece, and Lex can’t bring himself to stop this thief.
His eyes are betraying him even now, because this scene in his bedroom is black and white, and the only color left in the world is the gold-green of Clark's eyes. There's clear sweat on Clark's brow and even that beautiful mouth that has told Lex so many lies is just another shade of gray in the night.
Clark's muscles are bunching and relaxing, and when Lex runs his hands up Clark's biceps he can feel the slight moisture gathering there, but what he's seeing and what he's feeling are completely disassociated. He's not really here, this isn't happening to him at all. He's actually sitting on an antique chair in the corner, watching as his most hoped for dream occurs before his disbelieving eyes, and it's everything he can do not to blink because then everything might disappear except for the lies.
There are shadows playing against the far wall, but instead of two bodies all Lex can see is a lonely man fastening a purple tie; and when Lex closes his eyes everything is still in shades of black and white.
He can't tell how long he's been waiting for this moment, because it seems like it's been forever, which would mean that everything leading up to this moment didn't really occur at all and he's been dead his entire life.
Fucking Clark -- being fucked by Clark has made his Technicolor world into a black and white film where all he sees is gray, and he wonders, as Clark shudders over him, if this is what happens when you finally get what you want.
This is the first time in his life that Lex has ever seen a dream die before his very eyes.
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Date: 2004-10-15 06:52 am (UTC)*sniffs*
*finds rock to crawl under*
*cuddles woobies*
God, that was good. And poignant. And painful. And.... ah, hell. You know.
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Date: 2004-10-15 06:56 am (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2004-10-15 07:38 am (UTC)You wrote a drabble for me?
Oooh, thank you Zahra *kiss you*
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Date: 2004-10-15 08:24 am (UTC)Oooooh, I *LOVE* that visual.
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Date: 2004-10-15 01:55 pm (UTC)well done
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