The Time Between by Bellabisdei (NC-17)

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The 2009  smallvillebbang  stories are being posted.  There are many fantastic tales amongst them that include several different ships.  You should go check out the comm where all the master posts are for each story.  Posting continues until the 15th of this month.  Today, I'm going to rec a wonderful story from that challenge.

Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: 35,239
Author on LJ: bellabisdei 
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:  Set in Wales during ancient Roman times this AU story fits into the time period very well, adding many details of societies, dress, and behavior.  Better yet, the author fits in bits of SV canon as well.  Several canon characters besides Clark and Lex fit into the story, although names have been cleverly changed to better fit the time period.  It took me most of the story to figure one of them out.

While most of the story does take place in the past, it is also a future fic as well.  It both begins and ends in a future where Superman exists.  The reasons for this make a wonderful and unepected twist.

“I didn’t think I’d have the chance to properly thank you for saving me.” Lex began in Brythonic. He placed a copper kettle on one of the brazier. Then the general precisely positioned a couple of delicate cups on a table with an ornately carved rooster motif spanning its legs.

Clark was still having trouble controlling his vision. Every time he tried to lift his head, his vision would remove clothing. Keeping his eyes carefully lowered, Clark mumbled something unintelligible.

Lex shook his head; the boy was shy, young and breathtaking. Black lashes feathered bronzed skin and despite his personal time in the bath, the flick of pink tongue moistening full lips had Lex’s blood rushing southward so fiercely that Lex felt light headed.

“Still I could have sworn…” The silence stretched, then disrupted by the whistle of the kettle. Lex gripped the kettle with a leather mitt. He put the kettle down on the low table and poured into cups with the grace of comforting ritual.

When Lex looked up the bright aqua eyes locked with his.

“Sworn?” Clark prompted.

“… sworn that Shadow trampled you.” Lex met Clark’s stare arching an eyebrow. The impact had jolted Lex out of the saddle. It was dark but he’d been so close before flying off the horses back and into the river. The horse hit like it was paving stone or the seasoned wood planks of the bridge themselves under his hooves instead of a man’s flesh. 

“Umm... well. He might have hit uh… something else.” Clark looked down, the shy creature back again. Lex watched the cleric closely, confused. He could tell when someone was lying to him. One didn’t become the general of a Roman legion by believing everything he was handed. The boy was hiding something but he had no idea what or why. 

 

Link to the master post for the story