Lex & Who?
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impudent_rabbit and I cast Gale Harold AKA Brian Kinney as Bruce Wayne for Smallville purposes. Upon deciding this, Rabbit then promised me anything I wanted if I agreed to write it. I said no, because, well because you know, me + writing porn = hives and cold sweats.
That was before the Sudafed Weekend (AKA This Weekend with all the Porn).
Cut to Sunday afternoon and my conversation with Wendi, wherein this casting came up again. I think she screamed. She also promised me she would write some. I think I died or something. Upon, my rebirth however, I had to take more drugs. Ergo...
Smallville w/Special Guest Hottie
To Whom it May Concern
Dedicated toimpudent_rabbit, happyminion, and to ethrosdemon even though she’s not here to read it, cos if I write Batnut and don’t give her props she’ll smite me.
Lex was lying on his back. On the floor.
It was good floor. Cold, but good. At least it wasn’t moving and that was important.
Moving ground was never a good sign, and Lex truly believed in signs.
There was a big fire sign by the classroom door, and a bright red exit sign right next to it.
At least Lex remembered it being red, but it was currently being blocked by a hulking, vast body wearing dark pants and a v-neck shirt of indeterminate color.
Lex was sure it had a color, he just couldn’t remember the name of it at said time. And the body wasn’t really vast, it just appeared that way from Lex’s vantage point on the linoleum.
Plus, Lex was high, and he had other things on his mind, like the big feet which were right next to his head.
They were very large feet which alluded to large other things, one of which Lex could vouch for with first hand knowledge.
“You have big feet,” he said. His voice sounded detached, and he glanced upward, expecting to see a cartoon word bubble. When it didn‘t immediately appear, he turned his head from side to side on the floor wondering if it had floated away.
It was a very good, cold floor. His head keep moving of its own accord though, putting it at cross-purposes with his eyes, which were trying very hard to focus on something. They finally stopped rolling in his head, long enough to rest on Bruce when he crouched down and put Lex’s head in a vice grip between his hands.
Warm hands.
Cold floor.
Hi, Lex.
“How many times, Lex?” Bruce’s fingers were splayed along the sides of Lex’s scalp, and they felt good. Really good. Bruce always felt good though, and Lex might have smirked. He really couldn’t be sure, but his cock certainly began to take notice of the proceedings. Bruce had very dark eyes, and warm, big hands, plus he smelled good. And Lex, well, Lex was fascinated. And hard. And high. Normally one didn’t work particularly well with the other.
Bruce was the exception that proved the rule. Or something like that.
“One for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls and four for boys.” Lex parroted the children’s rhyme by rote, and yet, Bruce didn't seem particularly amused. Point in fact, Bruce’s grip might have tightened a bit. If Lex could remember where he'd left his hands, he was going to rectify this. It took him several seconds to realize that his arms were by his side on the floor, and he felt little bits of dirt underneath his fingertips. His hands would be much more comfortable if they were on Bruce. Bruce always wore soft, fine fabrics, even if he was always hard. His skin was, anyway.
Yes, that’s what Lex meant.
Lex’s hands came up, and attempted to land on Bruce’s knees. It took quite a considerable effort, but sniffing always tended to make Lex light-headed and slow. Only one hand made its target, the other landed somewhere on the inside of Bruce‘s thigh.
Purely by accident, naturally.
Sniffing ether made Lex high, not insensate. He didn’t miss the way Bruce’s muscle jumped under his hand, and he began rubbing in small circles with his fingertips. Purely as a soothing action, of course.
He’d learned something else at Andover besides how to break down heroin.
“I’m fine,” he said, eventually, taking care to enunciate his words clearly. Evidently it worked because Bruce’s grip relaxed, and Lex was able to turn his head to the side slightly. A bit more and he would be able to bite Bruce’s thumb. Or suck it. Whichever action he had decided on once his brain cells stopped scrambling. Lex needed something else to focus on besides Bruce and the fabric of his pants and the periodic table, which was re-ordering itself alphabetically in his mind.
The ceiling was right there, and he didn’t even have to move to look at it.
“You’re fine?”
Lex had spent enough time with Bruce to know sardonic when he heard it. He lowered his eyes, moving from counting the asbestos holes in the ceiling to focus on dark eyes that were already slightly creased around the edges. “That’s why you’re lying on the floor of Dr. Barnes lab on a Sunday afternoon? That’s why you have no muscle control? Lex.”
“I was just taking a nap. I can move anytime I want.” To prove this, Lex bent his left leg. Or was that his right leg? He moved a body part, he was sure of it. His hand hadn’t stopped its ministrations on Bruce’s thigh either, and Lex lifted his head a bit to gage his success rate. Of course that was the problem with crouching in dark pants, Lex couldn’t tell if Bruce was hard on not. No one else ever made him second-guess his abilities the way Bruce did.
It was disconcerting.
“Of course you can. You’re just fine aren’t you?” Bruce finally retracted his hands, and Lex fought hard not to just let his head roll off his neck. He knew that was physically impossible, but it certainly felt like a possibility at the time. Floor be damned. “You don’t have to do this to yourself, you know.”
Lex was lying on the floor of his Chemistry teacher’s lab in his Sunday worst when he was supposed to be at polo practice. He had been getting high on fumes in between working on equations and postulating on time-space travel.
He sold drugs to his professors, yet earned his grades honestly.
Bruce had found him and apparently wanted to save him.
Anything was possible.
“Are you doubting me?” he demanded. High or not, Lex deserved some respect, even from Bruce.
“I only mention it because I’m concerned,” Bruce said, at which time Lex suppressed an acute need to giggle.
One, Luthors didn’t giggle, and two, no one giggled around Bruce. It was, well, undignified was putting it mildly, and Bruce Wayne was always dignified. Whether it was knee deep in rugby mud at prep school, or caught hanging upside down from the gas pipe in the boiler room, Bruce was always dignified.
Bruce was always concerned.
Lex didn’t need anyone to be concerned about him. He didn’t need anyone to care either. That’s what the drugs were for: self-sufficiency.
“Bruce, I think you have to care to be concerned.” He let go of Bruce’s nether regions and managed to push himself into a mirroring crouching position. It wasn’t the easiest thing he’d ever done. Making certain to keep his eyes on the blackboard just over Bruce’s shoulder, Lex got to his feet.
The ground wasn’t moving, but his head was. Getting back his room was going to be a pain in the ass, and if anybody saw him they were bound to notice. Lex was famous for exuding energy and movement. Right now, he doubted his ability to walk to the classroom door, but Luthors never let anyone see them weak. Even their… well, whatever Bruce was.
Lex turned away from Bruce to gather his books and papers from the black worktop. However, he nearly bit through his lip when the toe of Bruce’s shoe pushed against his heel. He hadn’t even heard him stand up, but that was always Bruce’s way.
“You should be more careful, Lex.”
Bruce’s voice was dark and heavy in Lex’s ears, and it seeped into his brain like a sedative for his overactive mind. Lex’s hand paused mid-way to Properties of Atom Fusion, and his mouth took over. “Your concern is… refreshing. Don’t worry, I wont let it get out,” he said, grabbing hold of the book roughly
“Lex.”
Bruce’s hand came down on top of Lex’s Advanced Calculus book with a thump, and Lex fought very hard not to yell. The thump was loud and hurt his ears, however, yelling would have hurt them more.
Plus, it was a sign of emotional vulnerability.
Lex hated coming down, it always made him slow and susceptible to things like Bruce Wayne vaguely purporting to care about him. “Bruce, really, don’t worry about it.”
Lex pulled on the book until it slipped out from under Bruce’s grasp, and he thrust it into his bag with finality. The sound of the zipper rang in his ears, and he ground his teeth together. Everything was too loud, everything was too sensitive. He had just wanted to get high and do some work. Normally, sniffing allowed Lex to expand his mind and think more minutely. It let him slow time down and contemplate infinite matter.
Today’s high had been different.
One minute he was Newton and the next he was Bruce Wayne’s Theory of Concern, lying on the floor and waiting for someone to come pick him up and save him.
It was ridiculous. He had to leave.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
“I have no idea, but don’t concern yourself by worrying about that.” The words were barely out Lex’s mouth, when the hands on the countertop flashed in his periphery, spinning him around forcefully. It was the last thing he needed while he was coming down, but whatever balance problems he had intended to suffer from were negated by a hard press of lips against his.
Bruce didn’t kiss, he consumed, and after several seconds Lex opened his mouth willingly. Everything Lex did lagged behind though, and Bruce’s hands wrapped around his back and pushed his spine against the counter when Lex was still working out the tongue logistics.
Wet.
Hot.
Open.
Lex’s brain center began screaming at some point, and he pulled his mouth away, not because he wanted to, but because apparently his brain was still having oxygen issues. Lex gulped air greedily when his head came to rest in the V of Bruce’s shirt, which was apparently dark blue.
It was a nice color.
“I don’t worry about you, Lex.”
Bruce’s hair tickled as he whispered in Lex’s ear, and Lex couldn’t begin to decided what was more responsible for the shudder: the drugs, or Bruce pressed up against him and breathing heavily in his ear.
“I should hope not,” he retorted, before closing his eyes and turning his head blindly towards where Bruce’s mouth had just been.
The second kiss was much like the first, but this time, Lex had his coordination together. His hands tangled in Bruce’s hair, and he spread his legs as Bruce’s erection ground against his. Apparently, his none-too-subtle massage had worked, and Bruce’s stubble rubbed Lex’s chin raw. When he pulled away, panting, it was to get air circulation to his brain, not because Bruce was making him sweat out every trace of whatever was in his system.
It was working in spades.
Bruce’s hands gripped at his ass as Lex tried to hook his leg around Bruce’s waist. The gasping (him) and the occasional grunt (Bruce) served fine for communication, and for once Lex’s high wasn’t interfering with his sexual needs.
All he needed was just that little push over the edge, and at sixteen and eighteen respectively, they were still young enough not to require nudity. It was an added bonus, but a small part of Lex felt he should have at least tried to get his pants off.
Or he should have at least tried to get Bruce’s pants off.
In the end, Lex came with a shudder and a hard bite on his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt.
There would be a bruise.
Bruce always left bruises, that’s why Lex liked him. The wet pants left something to be desired though.
Removing his hands from Bruce’s hair, Lex inhaled deeply, and for the first time in several hours, he felt more like himself. Whatever was wrong had been sweated away. “I don’t worry about you either,“ he said, as Bruce’s hands moved from his rear up to his chest and smoothed the wrinkles in his shirt.
Bruce straightened his collar, much as a friend or a roommate might, and he looked right at Lex. His eyes were flat, but his mouth was slightly twisted. “Good,” was all he said.
-finis-
Note: I am not cute, damnit. I’m appalled that someone would even dare suggest such a thing. Also, I have like minimal (putting it kindly) experience with Mr. Wayne, so if this is apallingly wrong, my apologies.
impudent_rabbit and I cast Gale Harold AKA Brian Kinney as Bruce Wayne for Smallville purposes. Upon deciding this, Rabbit then promised me anything I wanted if I agreed to write it. I said no, because, well because you know, me + writing porn = hives and cold sweats. That was before the Sudafed Weekend (AKA This Weekend with all the Porn).
Cut to Sunday afternoon and my conversation with Wendi, wherein this casting came up again. I think she screamed. She also promised me she would write some. I think I died or something. Upon, my rebirth however, I had to take more drugs. Ergo...
Smallville w/Special Guest Hottie
To Whom it May Concern
Dedicated to
impudent_rabbit, happyminion, and to ethrosdemon even though she’s not here to read it, cos if I write Batnut and don’t give her props she’ll smite me.Lex was lying on his back. On the floor.
It was good floor. Cold, but good. At least it wasn’t moving and that was important.
Moving ground was never a good sign, and Lex truly believed in signs.
There was a big fire sign by the classroom door, and a bright red exit sign right next to it.
At least Lex remembered it being red, but it was currently being blocked by a hulking, vast body wearing dark pants and a v-neck shirt of indeterminate color.
Lex was sure it had a color, he just couldn’t remember the name of it at said time. And the body wasn’t really vast, it just appeared that way from Lex’s vantage point on the linoleum.
Plus, Lex was high, and he had other things on his mind, like the big feet which were right next to his head.
They were very large feet which alluded to large other things, one of which Lex could vouch for with first hand knowledge.
“You have big feet,” he said. His voice sounded detached, and he glanced upward, expecting to see a cartoon word bubble. When it didn‘t immediately appear, he turned his head from side to side on the floor wondering if it had floated away.
It was a very good, cold floor. His head keep moving of its own accord though, putting it at cross-purposes with his eyes, which were trying very hard to focus on something. They finally stopped rolling in his head, long enough to rest on Bruce when he crouched down and put Lex’s head in a vice grip between his hands.
Warm hands.
Cold floor.
Hi, Lex.
“How many times, Lex?” Bruce’s fingers were splayed along the sides of Lex’s scalp, and they felt good. Really good. Bruce always felt good though, and Lex might have smirked. He really couldn’t be sure, but his cock certainly began to take notice of the proceedings. Bruce had very dark eyes, and warm, big hands, plus he smelled good. And Lex, well, Lex was fascinated. And hard. And high. Normally one didn’t work particularly well with the other.
Bruce was the exception that proved the rule. Or something like that.
“One for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls and four for boys.” Lex parroted the children’s rhyme by rote, and yet, Bruce didn't seem particularly amused. Point in fact, Bruce’s grip might have tightened a bit. If Lex could remember where he'd left his hands, he was going to rectify this. It took him several seconds to realize that his arms were by his side on the floor, and he felt little bits of dirt underneath his fingertips. His hands would be much more comfortable if they were on Bruce. Bruce always wore soft, fine fabrics, even if he was always hard. His skin was, anyway.
Yes, that’s what Lex meant.
Lex’s hands came up, and attempted to land on Bruce’s knees. It took quite a considerable effort, but sniffing always tended to make Lex light-headed and slow. Only one hand made its target, the other landed somewhere on the inside of Bruce‘s thigh.
Purely by accident, naturally.
Sniffing ether made Lex high, not insensate. He didn’t miss the way Bruce’s muscle jumped under his hand, and he began rubbing in small circles with his fingertips. Purely as a soothing action, of course.
He’d learned something else at Andover besides how to break down heroin.
“I’m fine,” he said, eventually, taking care to enunciate his words clearly. Evidently it worked because Bruce’s grip relaxed, and Lex was able to turn his head to the side slightly. A bit more and he would be able to bite Bruce’s thumb. Or suck it. Whichever action he had decided on once his brain cells stopped scrambling. Lex needed something else to focus on besides Bruce and the fabric of his pants and the periodic table, which was re-ordering itself alphabetically in his mind.
The ceiling was right there, and he didn’t even have to move to look at it.
“You’re fine?”
Lex had spent enough time with Bruce to know sardonic when he heard it. He lowered his eyes, moving from counting the asbestos holes in the ceiling to focus on dark eyes that were already slightly creased around the edges. “That’s why you’re lying on the floor of Dr. Barnes lab on a Sunday afternoon? That’s why you have no muscle control? Lex.”
“I was just taking a nap. I can move anytime I want.” To prove this, Lex bent his left leg. Or was that his right leg? He moved a body part, he was sure of it. His hand hadn’t stopped its ministrations on Bruce’s thigh either, and Lex lifted his head a bit to gage his success rate. Of course that was the problem with crouching in dark pants, Lex couldn’t tell if Bruce was hard on not. No one else ever made him second-guess his abilities the way Bruce did.
It was disconcerting.
“Of course you can. You’re just fine aren’t you?” Bruce finally retracted his hands, and Lex fought hard not to just let his head roll off his neck. He knew that was physically impossible, but it certainly felt like a possibility at the time. Floor be damned. “You don’t have to do this to yourself, you know.”
Lex was lying on the floor of his Chemistry teacher’s lab in his Sunday worst when he was supposed to be at polo practice. He had been getting high on fumes in between working on equations and postulating on time-space travel.
He sold drugs to his professors, yet earned his grades honestly.
Bruce had found him and apparently wanted to save him.
Anything was possible.
“Are you doubting me?” he demanded. High or not, Lex deserved some respect, even from Bruce.
“I only mention it because I’m concerned,” Bruce said, at which time Lex suppressed an acute need to giggle.
One, Luthors didn’t giggle, and two, no one giggled around Bruce. It was, well, undignified was putting it mildly, and Bruce Wayne was always dignified. Whether it was knee deep in rugby mud at prep school, or caught hanging upside down from the gas pipe in the boiler room, Bruce was always dignified.
Bruce was always concerned.
Lex didn’t need anyone to be concerned about him. He didn’t need anyone to care either. That’s what the drugs were for: self-sufficiency.
“Bruce, I think you have to care to be concerned.” He let go of Bruce’s nether regions and managed to push himself into a mirroring crouching position. It wasn’t the easiest thing he’d ever done. Making certain to keep his eyes on the blackboard just over Bruce’s shoulder, Lex got to his feet.
The ground wasn’t moving, but his head was. Getting back his room was going to be a pain in the ass, and if anybody saw him they were bound to notice. Lex was famous for exuding energy and movement. Right now, he doubted his ability to walk to the classroom door, but Luthors never let anyone see them weak. Even their… well, whatever Bruce was.
Lex turned away from Bruce to gather his books and papers from the black worktop. However, he nearly bit through his lip when the toe of Bruce’s shoe pushed against his heel. He hadn’t even heard him stand up, but that was always Bruce’s way.
“You should be more careful, Lex.”
Bruce’s voice was dark and heavy in Lex’s ears, and it seeped into his brain like a sedative for his overactive mind. Lex’s hand paused mid-way to Properties of Atom Fusion, and his mouth took over. “Your concern is… refreshing. Don’t worry, I wont let it get out,” he said, grabbing hold of the book roughly
“Lex.”
Bruce’s hand came down on top of Lex’s Advanced Calculus book with a thump, and Lex fought very hard not to yell. The thump was loud and hurt his ears, however, yelling would have hurt them more.
Plus, it was a sign of emotional vulnerability.
Lex hated coming down, it always made him slow and susceptible to things like Bruce Wayne vaguely purporting to care about him. “Bruce, really, don’t worry about it.”
Lex pulled on the book until it slipped out from under Bruce’s grasp, and he thrust it into his bag with finality. The sound of the zipper rang in his ears, and he ground his teeth together. Everything was too loud, everything was too sensitive. He had just wanted to get high and do some work. Normally, sniffing allowed Lex to expand his mind and think more minutely. It let him slow time down and contemplate infinite matter.
Today’s high had been different.
One minute he was Newton and the next he was Bruce Wayne’s Theory of Concern, lying on the floor and waiting for someone to come pick him up and save him.
It was ridiculous. He had to leave.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
“I have no idea, but don’t concern yourself by worrying about that.” The words were barely out Lex’s mouth, when the hands on the countertop flashed in his periphery, spinning him around forcefully. It was the last thing he needed while he was coming down, but whatever balance problems he had intended to suffer from were negated by a hard press of lips against his.
Bruce didn’t kiss, he consumed, and after several seconds Lex opened his mouth willingly. Everything Lex did lagged behind though, and Bruce’s hands wrapped around his back and pushed his spine against the counter when Lex was still working out the tongue logistics.
Wet.
Hot.
Open.
Lex’s brain center began screaming at some point, and he pulled his mouth away, not because he wanted to, but because apparently his brain was still having oxygen issues. Lex gulped air greedily when his head came to rest in the V of Bruce’s shirt, which was apparently dark blue.
It was a nice color.
“I don’t worry about you, Lex.”
Bruce’s hair tickled as he whispered in Lex’s ear, and Lex couldn’t begin to decided what was more responsible for the shudder: the drugs, or Bruce pressed up against him and breathing heavily in his ear.
“I should hope not,” he retorted, before closing his eyes and turning his head blindly towards where Bruce’s mouth had just been.
The second kiss was much like the first, but this time, Lex had his coordination together. His hands tangled in Bruce’s hair, and he spread his legs as Bruce’s erection ground against his. Apparently, his none-too-subtle massage had worked, and Bruce’s stubble rubbed Lex’s chin raw. When he pulled away, panting, it was to get air circulation to his brain, not because Bruce was making him sweat out every trace of whatever was in his system.
It was working in spades.
Bruce’s hands gripped at his ass as Lex tried to hook his leg around Bruce’s waist. The gasping (him) and the occasional grunt (Bruce) served fine for communication, and for once Lex’s high wasn’t interfering with his sexual needs.
All he needed was just that little push over the edge, and at sixteen and eighteen respectively, they were still young enough not to require nudity. It was an added bonus, but a small part of Lex felt he should have at least tried to get his pants off.
Or he should have at least tried to get Bruce’s pants off.
In the end, Lex came with a shudder and a hard bite on his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt.
There would be a bruise.
Bruce always left bruises, that’s why Lex liked him. The wet pants left something to be desired though.
Removing his hands from Bruce’s hair, Lex inhaled deeply, and for the first time in several hours, he felt more like himself. Whatever was wrong had been sweated away. “I don’t worry about you either,“ he said, as Bruce’s hands moved from his rear up to his chest and smoothed the wrinkles in his shirt.
Bruce straightened his collar, much as a friend or a roommate might, and he looked right at Lex. His eyes were flat, but his mouth was slightly twisted. “Good,” was all he said.
-finis-
Note: I am not cute, damnit. I’m appalled that someone would even dare suggest such a thing. Also, I have like minimal (putting it kindly) experience with Mr. Wayne, so if this is apallingly wrong, my apologies.
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Date: 2003-03-17 09:56 am (UTC)I think you got Bruce perfectly. Why does a drugged out Lex turn me on so much?
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Date: 2003-03-17 12:19 pm (UTC)I think it has to do with Lex letting down his inhibitions. We see him so controlled all the time that it's nice to think that once upon a time he was freeer, less restrained. More fallible and fucked up. I think. That's just my two bits.
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Date: 2003-03-17 10:18 am (UTC)And, you got Bruce down perfectly, so don't worry about that.
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Date: 2003-03-17 12:20 pm (UTC)That's exactly what spawned this in the first place. The possibilities... ::insert huge sigh here::
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Date: 2003-03-28 06:08 pm (UTC)*sighs* If just to see what a young Bruce would be like...
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Date: 2003-03-17 10:22 am (UTC)::look of contentment::
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Date: 2003-03-17 10:48 am (UTC)he was supposed to be a polo practice.
Is Lex really high enough to think that he is a polo practice? *g*
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Date: 2003-03-17 12:21 pm (UTC)Is Lex really high enough to think that he is a polo practice? *g*
That's a shout-out to Hope's 'Sixteenth' - brilliant piece of writing, but isn't all her stuff?
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Date: 2003-03-17 12:54 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-17 01:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-17 02:12 pm (UTC)And, GUH! Love the story *g*
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Date: 2003-03-18 09:49 am (UTC)And, GUH! Love the story *g*
That's Dom's mouth innit? I need to go practise my breathing or something. Whoa. Also, here's to you and all your lovely comments today. How much of my stuff did you read? You are like a machine. Go team you!
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Date: 2003-03-17 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-18 09:50 am (UTC)I put subtext in the subtext. This is tricky. *vbg* I am extremely pleased that you liked this, Meret.
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Date: 2003-03-18 01:17 am (UTC)Please note that you are my new girlfriend
I don't know why I adore high!Lex, but he is one sexy motherfucker. I can't resist him.
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Date: 2003-03-18 09:52 am (UTC)Please note that you are my new girlfriend
I don't know why I adore high!Lex, but he is one sexy motherfucker. I can't resist him.
Dude, it was so damn funny when the idea finally came up, cos I was all duuuuude, wait til Rabbit sees this. Lots of 'dude's' yes, I know this. I need a new catch phrase. Give me one for ViVid... I was all 'girl, please!' AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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Date: 2003-03-18 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-18 08:24 am (UTC)Anyway, 'member before I went home and I did you Lucas? Well, I think that's my new thing: when you write something I really like, I will do you a blurb as my fb.
****Elite implies boundaries, the target noun will be small and specific: elite troops, elite school, elite club. Lex’s entire world has always been two steps beyond elite.
That’s why he normally expects people he knows to know each other. One of the usual niceties of the privileged, the swift introduction for connection-brokerage, Lex forwent years ago. Pointless. Everyone in his world is two steps, at most, removed from one another.
Lex’s world: boardrooms and back deals, labs and politics. It used to be more expansive and include apple pie and bbqs. But that was fifteen mergers and a marriage ago.
That’s why he’s nursing a scotch and wondering exactly *why* he was shocked this afternoon. After all this time, he can still have a second’s weakness, lose the control he’s come to honestly *believe* to be innate. Lex’s is still human, though. Unlike other people.
His simian ancestors wired him to react, to want to pee all over his territory and then club his victims to death with a tree branch. Lex knows he was cooler than Clark, though. So many years in the suit, and Superman still has a weakness around the eyes that betrays surprise.
Lex expects the hovering, the fluttering of the cape in his peripheral vision as he takes a meeting. What he doesn’t ever expect is for Clark to look past him to his companion and look stricken.
"Lex, you seem to have a visitor." Glacial. Like always. But Lex saw the double reflection, Bruce’s face hovering right next to Clark’s in the screen of his computer. There is stillness and then there is Bruce. Lex knows that there are a thousand varieties of Wayne stoicism.
Up until that point, Lex did *not* know that Clark and Bruce knew each other. Just what every man wants: his two worst enemies and most important lovers in cahoots. He’s not sure which side of that coin is worse.
**
I don't have to mention my hardcore love for Gale, right? Or Gale as Bats? Because...um...I never have written batfic, but, hm. Oh hell. JLA? Could happen.
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Date: 2003-03-18 09:56 am (UTC)Also, this line His simian ancestors wired him to react, to want to pee all over his territory and then club his victims to death with a tree branch. is so fucking Lex that I nearly passed out. You know he'd be one mean motherfucker as a Neanderthal *vbg*
When is Ms. Batnut gonna write some Lex/Bruce?
EEE! Batman!
Date: 2003-03-19 07:11 pm (UTC)You do a very good inscrutable!Bruce, which is just as valid as any hardcore fan's personal version (given how many writers and retconning and mediums the poor man's been through). I could go on and on about other vital aspects of his character, but 1.it would probably be very boring for those not me and 2.he was everything Bruce Wayne-ish he needed to be in this story.
Also got a *huge* kick out of ethrosdemon's little passage.
Ah, so happy.
Thanks,
Alice L