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The Prize by velvetglove (Hard NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/multiple
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velvetglove
Author Website: Glovebox
Why this must be read:
How to say this… Okay, this is not a "must-read"; not for everyone, anyway. In the author’s own words, this fic is "not nice". But if dirty-spacewhore!Clark, sexually-degraded!Clark, and/or hurt-but-not-really-comforted!Clark sound hot and intriguing, then you are indeed the target audience. And living in my brain.
In the interest of full disclosure, this fic was written for me by special request - Clark, Luthors, gangbang – not an easy order to fill and still remain true to canon and characterizations, but jed managed it as skillfully as it ever could have been done. ‘The Prize’ has surprising and dark psychological undertones. Lionel and Dominic, especially, are spot-on in Lionel’s disingenuous concern for Clark, and in his eager-to-please minion’s rabid need to hurt his rival, Lex. The original character, James, is wholly necessary. Each character’s role here is both archetypal and uniquely recognizable.
"I don't think you're well," Lionel said. He didn't look concerned; rather, he eyed Clark as if he were a particularly interesting specimen. It should have been creepy, but it just gave Clark more shivers. "I've never seen you quite like this."
"I feel great," Clark insisted. "I've never felt better." And it was true. His blood was singing in his veins, really singing; it was like the opera that Lex played for him, and it felt as good as the way he felt while Lex watched as he listened, intent and radiating sex. The sensation of his own pulse was making him hard. His cock felt heavy and dense, like it was full of wet sand. There was only one thing he knew of that would relieve the congestion, and...he wasn't in the room. "Hey, where's Lex?"
"He had to leave," Lucas said, moving toward him with a slow swagger. "Some surprise inspection down at the plant." The air flickered around Lucas in shimmering planes, flashes like lightning leeching away his color.
"Is everything okay?" Worry turned the air dark, doused the heat coursing under his skin.
Lucas put his hand on Clark's shoulder, gave a squeeze. Clark couldn't help leaning into the touch, dipping to rub his cheek along Lucas' forearm. Lucas laughed, curled his fingers around the back of Clark's neck. "Nothing major. He'll be home soon, I'm sure." Relief flooded Clark's bloodstream and the room filled with tiny points of light, sequins of pleasure. Lucas' face loomed close, oddly smooth, and he was aware this wasn't normal, but he couldn't seem to care, not when he knew Lex was all right, everything was all right.
Lionel's voice was dry and bored, like corn husks rattling in Clark's ears. "Lucas? Son, what are you playing at?"
"It's okay, Dad." Lucas sounded amused. Clark circled him slowly, admiring him. Lex's brother. So many things in common.
"I don't think so. Lex doesn't share."
"What are you worried about?" Lucas reached out, stopped Clark in his tracks, and hauled him in by a belt loop.
Lionel didn't answer, only watched and sipped.
From the very beginning, Clark thought, Lucas had always had an eye on him, watching his every move. At first, it pissed him off - why did Lucas think he was gay, anyway? What made him think his attentions were welcome, the looks and crude comments? Even though he was right about Clark, he should have been more respectful of his relationship with Lex.
But today, right here, Clark felt a keen affinity with Lucas, matching desire with desire. Sure, some of it had to do with them, but just as much of it was focused on Lex. They both wanted Lex, and now Clark could understand how Lucas could cross that line; after all, he was crossing lines himself. They circled one another, an impossibly slow dance. Fingers hooked inside the collar of his jacket and it was easiest to let it fall away from his shoulders, tossed aside onto a chair. Strong thumbs dug into the muscles on either side of his spine, fingers digging into the tops of his shoulders, and he arched into the massage, leaning into Lucas' touch. He smelled more and more like Lex the closer Clark got, and he wondered if they tasted alike.
Lionel cautioned, "There's something wrong with him, Lucas. Maybe you should leave him alone."
~~~
FYI, in comics canon, Red Kryptonite has a different effect each time Clark Kent comes into contact with it. Every time it’s surfaced in Smallville, it’s just made Clark act varying degrees of slutty (while TPTB continue to insist he’s a virgin).
Sentimentalists and the easily-squicked, proceed with caution. Shameless pervs, read on: The Prize (68 K)
Pairing: Clark/multiple
Author on LJ:
velvetgloveAuthor Website: Glovebox
Why this must be read:
How to say this… Okay, this is not a "must-read"; not for everyone, anyway. In the author’s own words, this fic is "not nice". But if dirty-spacewhore!Clark, sexually-degraded!Clark, and/or hurt-but-not-really-comforted!Clark sound hot and intriguing, then you are indeed the target audience. And living in my brain.
In the interest of full disclosure, this fic was written for me by special request - Clark, Luthors, gangbang – not an easy order to fill and still remain true to canon and characterizations, but jed managed it as skillfully as it ever could have been done. ‘The Prize’ has surprising and dark psychological undertones. Lionel and Dominic, especially, are spot-on in Lionel’s disingenuous concern for Clark, and in his eager-to-please minion’s rabid need to hurt his rival, Lex. The original character, James, is wholly necessary. Each character’s role here is both archetypal and uniquely recognizable.
"I don't think you're well," Lionel said. He didn't look concerned; rather, he eyed Clark as if he were a particularly interesting specimen. It should have been creepy, but it just gave Clark more shivers. "I've never seen you quite like this."
"I feel great," Clark insisted. "I've never felt better." And it was true. His blood was singing in his veins, really singing; it was like the opera that Lex played for him, and it felt as good as the way he felt while Lex watched as he listened, intent and radiating sex. The sensation of his own pulse was making him hard. His cock felt heavy and dense, like it was full of wet sand. There was only one thing he knew of that would relieve the congestion, and...he wasn't in the room. "Hey, where's Lex?"
"He had to leave," Lucas said, moving toward him with a slow swagger. "Some surprise inspection down at the plant." The air flickered around Lucas in shimmering planes, flashes like lightning leeching away his color.
"Is everything okay?" Worry turned the air dark, doused the heat coursing under his skin.
Lucas put his hand on Clark's shoulder, gave a squeeze. Clark couldn't help leaning into the touch, dipping to rub his cheek along Lucas' forearm. Lucas laughed, curled his fingers around the back of Clark's neck. "Nothing major. He'll be home soon, I'm sure." Relief flooded Clark's bloodstream and the room filled with tiny points of light, sequins of pleasure. Lucas' face loomed close, oddly smooth, and he was aware this wasn't normal, but he couldn't seem to care, not when he knew Lex was all right, everything was all right.
Lionel's voice was dry and bored, like corn husks rattling in Clark's ears. "Lucas? Son, what are you playing at?"
"It's okay, Dad." Lucas sounded amused. Clark circled him slowly, admiring him. Lex's brother. So many things in common.
"I don't think so. Lex doesn't share."
"What are you worried about?" Lucas reached out, stopped Clark in his tracks, and hauled him in by a belt loop.
Lionel didn't answer, only watched and sipped.
From the very beginning, Clark thought, Lucas had always had an eye on him, watching his every move. At first, it pissed him off - why did Lucas think he was gay, anyway? What made him think his attentions were welcome, the looks and crude comments? Even though he was right about Clark, he should have been more respectful of his relationship with Lex.
But today, right here, Clark felt a keen affinity with Lucas, matching desire with desire. Sure, some of it had to do with them, but just as much of it was focused on Lex. They both wanted Lex, and now Clark could understand how Lucas could cross that line; after all, he was crossing lines himself. They circled one another, an impossibly slow dance. Fingers hooked inside the collar of his jacket and it was easiest to let it fall away from his shoulders, tossed aside onto a chair. Strong thumbs dug into the muscles on either side of his spine, fingers digging into the tops of his shoulders, and he arched into the massage, leaning into Lucas' touch. He smelled more and more like Lex the closer Clark got, and he wondered if they tasted alike.
Lionel cautioned, "There's something wrong with him, Lucas. Maybe you should leave him alone."
~~~
FYI, in comics canon, Red Kryptonite has a different effect each time Clark Kent comes into contact with it. Every time it’s surfaced in Smallville, it’s just made Clark act varying degrees of slutty (while TPTB continue to insist he’s a virgin).
Sentimentalists and the easily-squicked, proceed with caution. Shameless pervs, read on: The Prize (68 K)
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And since I've already gotten a couple requests: No, I'm sorry, but there will be no sequel ;)
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I had planned to rec Kyoto Song as well, as it is far more representative of your work in general, but of course showerMat beat me to it. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/crack_van/242508.html)
And I for one would only be in favor of a sequel if it were as vicious as the original, which I imagine is contrary to most requests? My birthday is just around the corner!
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As vicious? The only way I can see it happening, it would have to be worse, and I'm not sure I want to go there. I think you and
Oh, hell. Maybe. And only maybe if nerodi promises to beta, because I can tell you right now that no one else will. When's your birthday again?
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April 23rd
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