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Arrowhead Stadium (The We Will Rock You Remix) [Smallville, Clark/Lex, NC-17]
Title: Arrowhead Stadium (The We Will Rock You Remix)
Author: Lasha,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
delmar_slashers
Summary: Superman and Lex Luthor stop fighting. Futurefic, set in a lovely world where Lana is dead and buried (hopefully).
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark Kent(Superman)/Lex Luthor
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: DC Comics, CW Networks
Original story: Arrowhead Stadium bylastscorpion
Notes: Many thanks to LC for the one line that helped me finish the story and to my lovely betas,drkcherry and elistaire.
Clark's first impression when he regained consciousness was that his lungs were on fire. Everything hurt, which was unusual for him -- after all he was invulnerable.
However, today it seemed he was as mortal as the next man and he could feel the blood seeping from a head wound down his face and into his eyes, obscuring his vision. And when he tried to move his hand to wipe away the blood, the rubble and debris that surrounded his upper body made it impossible.
Whatever had been in the bomb the Joker had detonated had rendered him nearly useless. His powers were gone for now: strength, heat vision...all of them had disappeared. He was as weak as a new-born kitten.
As he faded in and out, he could hear the voices of Lex's troopers working to free him from his concrete and steel prison and one silky tone stood out from the rest. Then, as the final rubble was removed and Clark could feel the sun on his body, he heard Lex say to his minions, "Oh, I'll take care of Superman. You better keep working; there are plenty of people who still need your help." Clark vaguely heard people move away and he was relieved to know that Lex was safe, alive and in control of the situation. Lex Luthor in charge was a sight to behold.
Now that he knew where he was and who was organizing the aftermath of the Joker's mad plan, well, Clark could rest a little easier. Lex would take care of him. Clark believed that with every fiber of his heart.
Their destinies had been determined that day on the bridge when they'd met and no matter what had transpired between them over the years -- the lies, the fights, Lana -- their underlying respect for each other wouldn't allow Lex hurt him now.
Calling on all his inner reserves to let Lex know he was still alive, Clark opened his eyes and rasped out his beloved enemy's name, "Lex."
He saw Lex gasp in shock and Clark smiled weakly in return.
Relief was evident in his next words and Clark heaved a painful breath as he said, "Thank God you're okay. When I saw the Joker had one of your krypto-bombs, I thought you must be...."
When he woke next, Clark realized he must have passed out again. It was then he knew that his injuries were more severe then he'd originally believed. Even in the sun, he wasn't healing. His lungs ached and each breath he took made his chest hurt. His shoulder was dislocated and he possibly had some broken bones, but without his X-ray vision, Clark couldn't be sure.
All in all, Clark feared he might be dying. He'd been here before when he'd battled Doomsday, but in that instance he'd been alone when he'd 'died.' Not this time, no, this time Lex was here. Clark wasn't alone and for that he was grateful.
But that wasn't enough. No, after all the lives he'd saved as Superman, surely he deserved something in return. A final request as it were. It was his greatest weakness only revealed to himself late at night, alone in his bed when regrets were many...a dream that would never be fulfilled now.
Whispering to the best friend he'd loved and lost, he asked, "One last favor?"
Clark saw the confusion on Lex's face and explained, "It's the last one, Lex, I promise."
Ignoring the question, Lex bent closer and inquired, "Who are you?"
If Clark had enough strength, he would have laughed. To the end, Lex wanted Clark's secrets. It was comforting that even in death, their relationship had this weird sort of balance.
"Dying wish. Wanted this for twenty years..."
With the last ounce of his strength, Clark pulled Lex close, seeing the shock on his former best friend's face. My heart's desire finally realized.
Reaching with his good arm around Lex's neck, Clark pressed his battered body against the other man as he captured Lex's lips in a fierce kiss. He forgot all about his wounds: his burning lungs, broken wrist and dislocated shoulder, but instead focused all his attention on making his last moments on his adopted planet count.
Lex didn't respond to the kiss at first, and the body in Clark's arms was still and lax, as if Lex was undecided about the situation. But Clark was undaunted. He'd waited too long for this moment, to have Lex in his arms: to hold him, kiss him, and finally be able to express his true feelings for the man he'd been in love with since he was fifteen years old. So, Clark continued his onslaught.
Slowly he felt Lex relax and soften as Clark stroked those pale lips with his tongue. He made the kiss last a long time, not rushing Lex, pushing back the pain in his body and mind to fully enjoy the sensations coursing through his body.
Then, Lex finally gave in and crushed their bodies together, and it was then that Clark could feel Lex's hard-on through the thin barrier of his uniform. As their mouths continued to clash, each vying for control, the energy and passion increasing with each passing second, Clark could feel himself grow weaker as the kryptonite in his system continued its inevitable damage.
In the end, Clark couldn't hold on any longer and as he lost consciousness, his last thought was that he should have kissed Lex years ago....
Part Two
Author: Lasha,
delmar_slashersSummary: Superman and Lex Luthor stop fighting. Futurefic, set in a lovely world where Lana is dead and buried (hopefully).
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark Kent(Superman)/Lex Luthor
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: DC Comics, CW Networks
Original story: Arrowhead Stadium by
lastscorpionNotes: Many thanks to LC for the one line that helped me finish the story and to my lovely betas,
drkcherry and elistaire. Clark's first impression when he regained consciousness was that his lungs were on fire. Everything hurt, which was unusual for him -- after all he was invulnerable.
However, today it seemed he was as mortal as the next man and he could feel the blood seeping from a head wound down his face and into his eyes, obscuring his vision. And when he tried to move his hand to wipe away the blood, the rubble and debris that surrounded his upper body made it impossible.
Whatever had been in the bomb the Joker had detonated had rendered him nearly useless. His powers were gone for now: strength, heat vision...all of them had disappeared. He was as weak as a new-born kitten.
As he faded in and out, he could hear the voices of Lex's troopers working to free him from his concrete and steel prison and one silky tone stood out from the rest. Then, as the final rubble was removed and Clark could feel the sun on his body, he heard Lex say to his minions, "Oh, I'll take care of Superman. You better keep working; there are plenty of people who still need your help." Clark vaguely heard people move away and he was relieved to know that Lex was safe, alive and in control of the situation. Lex Luthor in charge was a sight to behold.
Now that he knew where he was and who was organizing the aftermath of the Joker's mad plan, well, Clark could rest a little easier. Lex would take care of him. Clark believed that with every fiber of his heart.
Their destinies had been determined that day on the bridge when they'd met and no matter what had transpired between them over the years -- the lies, the fights, Lana -- their underlying respect for each other wouldn't allow Lex hurt him now.
Calling on all his inner reserves to let Lex know he was still alive, Clark opened his eyes and rasped out his beloved enemy's name, "Lex."
He saw Lex gasp in shock and Clark smiled weakly in return.
Relief was evident in his next words and Clark heaved a painful breath as he said, "Thank God you're okay. When I saw the Joker had one of your krypto-bombs, I thought you must be...."
When he woke next, Clark realized he must have passed out again. It was then he knew that his injuries were more severe then he'd originally believed. Even in the sun, he wasn't healing. His lungs ached and each breath he took made his chest hurt. His shoulder was dislocated and he possibly had some broken bones, but without his X-ray vision, Clark couldn't be sure.
All in all, Clark feared he might be dying. He'd been here before when he'd battled Doomsday, but in that instance he'd been alone when he'd 'died.' Not this time, no, this time Lex was here. Clark wasn't alone and for that he was grateful.
But that wasn't enough. No, after all the lives he'd saved as Superman, surely he deserved something in return. A final request as it were. It was his greatest weakness only revealed to himself late at night, alone in his bed when regrets were many...a dream that would never be fulfilled now.
Whispering to the best friend he'd loved and lost, he asked, "One last favor?"
Clark saw the confusion on Lex's face and explained, "It's the last one, Lex, I promise."
Ignoring the question, Lex bent closer and inquired, "Who are you?"
If Clark had enough strength, he would have laughed. To the end, Lex wanted Clark's secrets. It was comforting that even in death, their relationship had this weird sort of balance.
"Dying wish. Wanted this for twenty years..."
With the last ounce of his strength, Clark pulled Lex close, seeing the shock on his former best friend's face. My heart's desire finally realized.
Reaching with his good arm around Lex's neck, Clark pressed his battered body against the other man as he captured Lex's lips in a fierce kiss. He forgot all about his wounds: his burning lungs, broken wrist and dislocated shoulder, but instead focused all his attention on making his last moments on his adopted planet count.
Lex didn't respond to the kiss at first, and the body in Clark's arms was still and lax, as if Lex was undecided about the situation. But Clark was undaunted. He'd waited too long for this moment, to have Lex in his arms: to hold him, kiss him, and finally be able to express his true feelings for the man he'd been in love with since he was fifteen years old. So, Clark continued his onslaught.
Slowly he felt Lex relax and soften as Clark stroked those pale lips with his tongue. He made the kiss last a long time, not rushing Lex, pushing back the pain in his body and mind to fully enjoy the sensations coursing through his body.
Then, Lex finally gave in and crushed their bodies together, and it was then that Clark could feel Lex's hard-on through the thin barrier of his uniform. As their mouths continued to clash, each vying for control, the energy and passion increasing with each passing second, Clark could feel himself grow weaker as the kryptonite in his system continued its inevitable damage.
In the end, Clark couldn't hold on any longer and as he lost consciousness, his last thought was that he should have kissed Lex years ago....
Part Two