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"Kept" [20 May 2008|11:46pm]

[ mood | good ]

Heads turned when they walked into the club, hungry stares taking in the older man’s possessive arm wrapped around his companion’s shoulders. Finding a secluded niche in the back, the sultan held court with his sycophantic admirers. He distributed nose candy and other treats at his leisure but saved the best for his barely-legal concubine, who perched beside him with a certain feline grace.

“Another drink, Mr. Edge?” asked a waitress.

“No, thanks.” He pulled his boy-toy closer. “How about you, Alexander?”

Lex slid his hand inside Morgan Edge’s open shirt. “I’ve got everything I need,” he purred, “right here.”

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Wednesday 100 Challenge: Contracts...enforcing or breaking them... [15 May 2008|03:06am]

Meant to Be BrokenCollapse )
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"Pacts and Promises" [14 May 2008|03:57pm]

[ mood | creative ]

“I made a deal with the devil,” Lex said. He stared into the flames blazing in the great stone hearth. “In exchange for my soul, he promised to give me something that I’d always wanted. Then he tried to take it back, even my memory of it. Now I have nothing — not even my soul.”

“That’s not true.” Clark’s arms circled him from behind, pulling Lex back against his solid body. “Your soul was mine the day we first met, and I touched you.” He stroked a hand lightly down Lex’s cheek before kissing his neck. “You belong to me.”

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"When You Wish..." [14 May 2008|03:20pm]

[ mood | calm ]

Wishes are never free. There is always a price to be paid. It’s part of the cosmic balance.

Long ago, Martha Kent made a wish to have a family. That same day, a very special child arrived and changed their lives forever. Suddenly, she became a keeper of secrets, protector and guide to an individual whose destiny she could barely comprehend. If she knew then what she knew now….

As they lowered her beloved husband’s casket into the snow-covered ground, Martha looked over at Clark and wondered what her life would be like today if she’d never made that wish.

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"Those Crazy Mutants!" [08 May 2008|03:43pm]

[ mood | Hey, Hey, I'm a Monkee! ]

“Hey-hey! We’re the Mutants!
People say we’re meteor freaks
‘Cuz we’re obsessed with Lana
At least we’re not super-geeeeeeks!”

Tina stormed into the house. “All right — which one of you guys stole my collection of Lana Lang’s pubic hair?”

“Wasn’t us!” two Ians said in unison. They opened the trap door in the center of the living room floor and called down, “Hey, Byron! You take Tina’s pubes?”

At that moment, Greg came out of his bedroom holding a bolt of pink cloth. “You guys!” he exclaimed. “I can spin silk by eating and regurgitating human hair!”

“BUGBOY!” Tina roared.

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Who Would Have Thought? [08 May 2008|01:35pm]

Wan sunlight barely penetrated the room, but the shocking tableau was still quite discernable from the light of the giant TV. She watched as two figures moved within the flickering light, both luminous with manly grace, silently applauding Clark’s decision to tan in the buff. Was that Lex’s influence?

Who would have thought that the cool and controlled Lex Luthor could move like that? Or get the uber-shy Kent to shed his omnipresent layers of cotton?

This had to be recorded for posterity. Or blackmail material. Thank goodness she always carried a camera.

She’d never even heard of Strip DDR ...
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Wednesday 100 Drabble: Forensics [02 May 2008|12:50am]

“Diagnosis Murder”

“Sir, this isn’t a clear-cut case of suicide,” she hoped that he would finally listen.

Sergeant Gill shrugged. “Wealthy people get depressed like everyone else, doll.”

“What about this shell casing? “ She held up the evidence bag. “There wasn’t a gun on Lionel Luthor’s body and there’s not one here. Maybe he got help?”

He placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “Officer Sawyer, you’ll never make it to lieutenant if you don’t learn how to let things go.” He squeezed. “Understand?”

She did. To make it to lieutenant, she would start by uncovering the criminals inside the force.
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Quincy, M.D. This Ain't [30 Apr 2008|11:04pm]

“Skin is of abnormal redness.”


“Lips are swollen to twice normal size.”

“How can you tell? He was always pout—“

“Quiet, I’m diagnosing.”

“Yes, Doctor, sorry.”

“Suspicious stains seen on both knees.”


“Various twigs and such caught in hair.”

“Hair? Oh, right--”

“Pupils, fully blown.”


“That means dilated, Miss Dirty Mind.”

“I know that!”


“Well you have to admit—“


“That with one kind of blowing, comes another.”


“You are so bad!”

“Me? Spying on Lex and Clark was your idea, “Doctor”! And with Clark’s own telescope --- what do you call that?”

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"Justifiable" [30 Apr 2008|11:32pm]

[ mood | devious ]

The CSI unit had its work cut out for it. The victim, a woman in her early twenties, had been found face-down in an oversized cup of cappuccino. Two pieces of a broken tiara were jammed into her eye sockets. The handle of a cheerleader’s pompom had been pushed down her throat. A child’s fairy wand penetrated her skull through the left ear canal.

What puzzled the coroner most was the odd wound to the chest, as though a powerful hand had reached in and ripped out the heart.

Lana Lang must’ve really pissed off some people to deserve this.

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Revenge [30 Apr 2008|10:12pm]

"There's…no way to say this in any sort of sane way…you're pregnant."

The doctor handed Lex film. "There's no mass, it's. It's a fetus."

Lex stared at the picture, a blurry hardly identifiable shape. "This—it's impossible."

"Yes. But there it is."

Lex stared, and remembered, dimly, an evening that had begun with lots of scotch and was punctuated by Clark breaking through the patio doors to bitch and moan about Lex's latest nefarious plan and blather on about teaching Lex a lesson he'd never forget…

From that point on things got fuzzier but he'd awakened sore...and...smiling....

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Fault Lies... [30 Apr 2008|09:56pm]

Lex examined tapes--again, read transcripts--again. He replayed endless loops of conversations in real life and in his mind, searched through reams of pictures. He'd find it—that point that tipped the scales to crash and burn, the moment he'd lost everything. He would find it, he'd hunt out the person, the statement, the unnoticed snub or harsh word that slid friendship towards enmity, took understanding and turned it inside out. He knew that the framework for a new beginning lay inside this tangled web of deceit and lies…if he could just find that one thing, that one incident….
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I Hate Romeo And Juliet [23 Apr 2008|09:35pm]

"God, I *hate* Romeo and Juliet," Clark growled, slamming the book shut.

"It's not one of my favorites either--obsessive love," Lex shuddered. "Not my cup of tea. The thing to do is loose yourself in the *telling* of the tale."

Clark rolled his eyes. "They were just…stupid."

"They were in love."

"So…love makes you stupid?"

Lex laughed. "Love makes you take risks, make promises…sacrifice if need be. Love can be…freeing. Frightening."

Clark watched Lex talk and felt…yeah. "I think I get that—that love can be frightening. And freeing." Lex smiled, and Clark took a deep breath. "About that…"
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Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon [23 Apr 2008|01:05pm]

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

He was beautiful, lying under the shade of the apple tree with dabs of light shining on his golden skin. Every day Lex wondered what he had done to deserve this. Such perfect love and happiness with an amazing and wonderful man. If he was religious Lex would have considered thanking God for his blessings.

“What did you say?” Clark murmured, pulling Lex close to him and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“Nothing, Clark,” Lex soothed. “Go back to sleep.”
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Kicking off the Smallville Shakespeare Birthday Celebration... [23 Apr 2008|01:27am]

[ mood | awake ]

A Most Rare Fashion

“What do you think?”

Lex looked up and did a double-take. Clark stood in the doorway, dressed in…some very interesting clothes. Somehow, Lex managed to keep a straight face. “Turn around,” he said. “Let me get the full effect.”

The red cape moved fluidly as Clark pivoted, but the blue spandex…left nothing to the imagination. Lex arched an eyebrow. “Why are you wearing your underwear on the outside?”

Clark scowled. “Fuck you.”

“Is that any way for a hero to talk?” Lex sauntered over to him. “It’s always much ado about nothing with you.” He smiled seductively. “Now kiss me -- Superman.”

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This week's Wednesday100 [22 Apr 2008|05:31pm]

[ mood | hopeful ]

Tomorrow, April 23, is the 444th birthday of William Shakespeare.

How about we commemorate The Bard by using his works as the inspiration for this week's Wed100?

What say you all?

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Wednesday 100 Challenge: Aesop Fables... [17 Apr 2008|05:53pm]


Clark watches the couple work the room, engaging in conversation with the partygoers when not staring lovingly in each other’s eyes.

He notices how quickly she’s adapted Lex’s ways and it sickens him to think that she’s always had that darkness in her.

He tells himself it’s not his fault they’re with each other. He did the right thing by telling her he didn’t love her. How was he to know that Chloe would turn against him, retreating to the arms of her only real competition for Clark’s love; and happily giving up all of Clark’s secrets in the process?

The One Eyed Doe
.Trouble comes from the direction we least expect it
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The Ass and his Purchaser [16 Apr 2008|07:36pm]

Mandy thanks Clark for the latte and slips into her robe. She bites the straw and winks. He blushes now at that, but he wasn't blushing five minutes ago when he watched her film a threesome.

Jonathan's voice comes through Clark's headset and he's glad to flee Mandy's lascivious stare. His dad asks him to bring fresh towels to set four and reminds him about putting the dildos into the sanitizer.

Clark sighs. He'll be seventeen for a few more months.

Then, he won't just be a production assistant for the Kent family adult film empire.

He'll be the star. 

Inspired strictly by the title, but the moral is "A man is known by the company he keeps."  Dedicated to roxymissrose ;)
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Flames [16 Apr 2008|09:44pm]

They made him sit in the closet, in the dark. He hurt all over, but knew better than to groan, or make any noise at all. Tears rolled down his round cheeks--he scrubbed them angrily away. It was babyish to cry and besides, no one cared….

He flicked the lighter he'd found in a coat pocket on and off, on and off. He watched the flame dance and swore that he'd never hurt *his* kids like this. One day, he'd make them wish they'd been nice to him. The whole *world* was going to be nice to Lionel Luthor.

The Eagle And The Fox
Evil tendencies are shown in early life
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"Thorny" [16 Apr 2008|03:45pm]

[ mood | creative ]

 (Last one, I swear! *G*)

Lex groaned into Clark’s mouth, a sound that was more frustration than pleasure, before pulling away with a wet snap. “Jesus, Clark,” he panted, “are you trying to kill me?”


Clark jumped back, alarmed, his big hand releasing Lex’s painfully hard cock.  “I’m sorry!”  The look on his passion-flushed face was one of abject panic.  “Did I hurt —?”


“No.”  Smiling, Lex oozed back into Clark’s lap, captured his wrist, and guided his fingers back to their previous position.  “But there is such a thing as too gentle.”  His tongue flicked across Clark’s kiss-bruised lips.  “Don’t worry…you won’t break me.”


Whatever you do, do with all your might.


Inspired by: The Boy and The Nettles

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"Misgivings" [16 Apr 2008|03:03pm]

[ mood | calm ]

Clark and Lana’s relationship was a see-saw of good and bad.  She’d accuse him of not trusting her and they’d separate.  Eventually, he’d apologize and they’d get back together. 


Lana had affairs during the breakups.  Adam.  Jason.  Lex.  She said she never loved Lex, was forced to marry him.  All she wanted was Clark.  Of course, that was after she found out Clark’s secret... 


Clark returned from the Fortress to discover Lana living blissfully with his clone.  He wondered how she couldn’t tell the difference.  Maybe Clark wasn’t what she wanted. 


This time, his apology would go to someone else.



No one can be a friend if you know not whether to trust or distrust him. 



Inspired by: The Dog and The Hare


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"Parched" [16 Apr 2008|02:12pm]

[ mood | calm ]

Lex wanted to be loved. He thirsted for it all his life. Occasionally, he thought he’d found it — Desiree, Helen — only to discover it had been poison in disguise.

Then there was Clark.

Clark was Ambrosia, nectar of the gods. Lex had been allowed a tempting sip from that cup before it was withdrawn and placed just beyond his reach. Desperately, he struggled to prove his worth but his efforts went unrewarded. Lex’s heart withered in anger. If he couldn’t be Clark’s ally, he’d be his adversary.

But Lex would never get the taste of him out of his mouth.

It is easy to despise what you cannot get.

Inspired by: The Fox and the Grapes 

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