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As the Night the Day by Alax and Dana (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Clark/m
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myashke and shaggirl
Author Website: Gotham Underground
Why this must be read: Third in the Classic Recs for this month, and you might have noticed I'm a Clex girl who likes happy endings. This story is described by the authors as "Epic Hooker Fic", but it's a lot more than that. It's intense and compelling, and you'll want it to be about so much more than the money. You'll love Clark as the inexperienced Kent-Boy Rent!Boy trying to save the family farm, and Lex who tries to resist the charms of innocence while still trying to play the Big Bad Luthor. They're so screwed. And hey, any fic that features Clark admitting to a boy crush on Jean-Luc Picard is all right in my book. **G**
It was as if he were seeing Clark for the first time, and felt both horrified and sickly thrilled to find his predominant character trait wasn’t innocence at all. It was similar, but something more… exalted. Something Lex wasn’t sure he’d ever encountered before. Virtue, perhaps… or nobility.
Something that Lex now suspected might be untouchable, whatever depravity Clark was subjected to.
Whatever the quality was, it made him feel vulnerable. It made him show weakness. Clark had seen. Panic filled the quiet spaces of his mind. What the fuck was he doing with this kid?
He made his way through the penthouse, switching off lights, leaving his dirty dishes in the empty sink, Clark having left the kitchen spotless, everything in its place. Lex wondered idly if he’d find his plate and glass washed and put away when he left for work in the morning. What Clark would leave him for his breakfast?
Christ, he needed to re-establish some control here.
Right now.
He could not afford to have his judgment clouded by… by whatever this was. Striding up the stairs he decided on his course of action. Clark would have to be shown who he was dealing with.
Read the story here: As the Night the Day, and don't forget to let the authors know if you enjoy it.
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Clark/m
Author on LJ:
myashke and shaggirlAuthor Website: Gotham Underground
Why this must be read: Third in the Classic Recs for this month, and you might have noticed I'm a Clex girl who likes happy endings. This story is described by the authors as "Epic Hooker Fic", but it's a lot more than that. It's intense and compelling, and you'll want it to be about so much more than the money. You'll love Clark as the inexperienced Kent-Boy Rent!Boy trying to save the family farm, and Lex who tries to resist the charms of innocence while still trying to play the Big Bad Luthor. They're so screwed. And hey, any fic that features Clark admitting to a boy crush on Jean-Luc Picard is all right in my book. **G**
It was as if he were seeing Clark for the first time, and felt both horrified and sickly thrilled to find his predominant character trait wasn’t innocence at all. It was similar, but something more… exalted. Something Lex wasn’t sure he’d ever encountered before. Virtue, perhaps… or nobility.
Something that Lex now suspected might be untouchable, whatever depravity Clark was subjected to.
Whatever the quality was, it made him feel vulnerable. It made him show weakness. Clark had seen. Panic filled the quiet spaces of his mind. What the fuck was he doing with this kid?
He made his way through the penthouse, switching off lights, leaving his dirty dishes in the empty sink, Clark having left the kitchen spotless, everything in its place. Lex wondered idly if he’d find his plate and glass washed and put away when he left for work in the morning. What Clark would leave him for his breakfast?
Christ, he needed to re-establish some control here.
Right now.
He could not afford to have his judgment clouded by… by whatever this was. Striding up the stairs he decided on his course of action. Clark would have to be shown who he was dealing with.
Read the story here: As the Night the Day, and don't forget to let the authors know if you enjoy it.