Nicodemus Revisited
By: Lady Angel
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Spoilers: Nicodemus
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Clex, Clana, Chlark, Clark/f/f – oh yeah, does Clark ever get around (eg)
Author's Note: I don't have the talent to re-write the episode, so in my mind, this takes place after the episode.
And while reading this, keep in mind the song, "Control" by Puddle in the Mudd. Why? I don't really know. It's the song that inspired this. And yes, I know, the lyrics are . . . naughty. But what can you do when the Muse strikes, right?
And I know, I left it hanging. Sorry.
Feedback: Yes, please. Pretty please?
Archive: Smallville Slash Archive, Level Three, Lex Slash
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"Lex, I--"
"Lana, you've already apologized." Lex waved it off, before glancing at the young woman's companions as they stood outside the Talon. "Mr. Ross, I hope you're feeling well?"
Pete shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. And thanks for not pressing charges, Mr. Luthor."
Lex could tell it was like chewing glass for the teen to say it, so he just nodded.
Silence descended upon the small group.
"Hey, has anyone seen Clark?" Chloe's attempt to break the strained silence worked as everyone looked around but most voiced a negative response.
Whitney cleared his throat. "Uh, guys?" He pointed down the street.
All jaws dropped.
Clark Kent.
Geeky, awkward, clumsy Clark Kent was prowling down the sidewalk . . . . .
In incredibly tight, brown corduroy jeans, black boots, and a dark blue jean shirt. The shirt was so tight, buttons had popped open, revealing the well delineated chest. And to top it off, Clark's normally straight black hair was a riot of curls.
"Oh my God."
Chloe "I'm his best friend, almost his sister . . . unfortunately" Sullivan drooled.
Lana "Yes, I am blind because we're just friends" Lang drooled.
Lex "I wonder if his parents would sell him, 'cause I've got lots and lots of money" Luthor had to forcibly restrain himself from raping Clark in the middle of the town square. Needless to say, he was way past the drooling stage.
Clark strolled up to them, reaching Lana first. His smile was dark, wicked. He barely touched her chin, bringing her up on her toes. "Hey, Doll." He whispered the words against her lips. Then turned to Chloe. "Gorgeous."
Chloe felt the barest hint of lips and tongue across her lips. "C-clark?"
"Hmmm?" Clark purred.
Chloe's mouth worked, but no words formed.
Clark chuckled, then turned to see Lex staring at him with narrowed eyes. His smile widened as moved into the older man's personal space.
"Clark." Lex grabbed Clark's upper arm, savoring the smooth, warm skin and muscle beneath his hand. Blue eyes went wide when Clark's warm, warm hand settled on his hip . . . under his shirt. He could feel the heat from Clark's body up and down his side.
Clark leaned close – close enough to brush his curls against Lex's cheek. "Hey, Lex."
Lex shivered, the barely there nip of lips and teeth on his earlobe went straight down to his cock. His eyes slid close at the feel of silky curls rubbing against his sensitive skin. A thumb rubbed back and forth on his stomach. Ready to come in his pants. Lana's try hadn't even come close. "Clark?"
"Mmmm, my ride's here. See ya later, Sexy."
Lex shivered as the heat left him. He spun, desperate for the return of Clark's body against his.
But Clark was already walking away, towards a Harley with two beautiful women perched against it. The first one, a blonde in white, carded her fingers through his curls, tugging his head down. Clark bent, large hands wrapping themselves around a leather covered ass and lifted. He rubbed against her as they devoured each other's mouths. The second woman with long brown hair pulled him away from the blonde, ravaging his mouth with her own.
His friends continued to gape as Clark straddled the Harley, with the blonde's legs still wrapped him. He jump started it, then waited as the brunette climbed up behind him, one hand inside his shirt, the other down at his crotch.
Clark's smile was dark, sexy, and deadly. The lift of lips was a challenge thrown at Lex and the others.
Then with one last, wicked wink at his friends, he rode off.
Five seconds later, Lex snapped out of his shock and ran for his car.
Chloe hot on his heels. "Lex, wait, it's gotta be the Nicodemus--"
"Get in the goddamn car!" Barely waited until her ass was in the car before speeding off.
Pete, Lana, and Whitney ran for the quarterback's truck.
They broke the speed limit following the bike out of town.
The End
Nicodemus Revisited II: Shock
By: Lady Angel
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Spoilers: Nicodemus
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Clex, Clark/M – oh yeah, does Clark ever get around (eg)
Author's Note: I don't have the talent to re-write the episode, so in my mind, this takes place after the episode.
And I know, I left it hanging. Again. Sorry.
Feedback: Yes, please. Pretty please?
Archive: Smallville Slash Archive, Level Three, Lex Slash
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Lex followed Clark's bike until they were outside Smallville's city limits . . . and in the opposite direction from Metropolis. They were basically headed to the middle of nowhere, but until he found out what the hell that little display in front of the Talon was, there was no way in hell he'd break off the chase. Actually, Lex had a several things in mind when he got Clark alone. Answers to his questions were somewhere on the bottom of his list.
Dusk was falling and it was getting harder and harder to see the bike. But finally, it turned off onto a little used road.
"Where the hell are we?"
Chloe sat up straighter, then shook her head as she reached for her cell. "Lana, do you know where we are? Okay, how about Pete? Yeah, Pete, do you know where we are? Miller's Field? What's--? Oh, an old airfield. Oh. Oh, okay, thanks."
"Is the airstrip still operational?"
Chloe nodded. "Pete says it is, but only by some crop dusters."
Seconds later, they saw it. One of those flying fortress the army used to transport it's larger vehicles. Loud music was blaring through from the plane through the field.
Lex roared right up to the opened entrance.
"Lex, don't you think--"
Lex didn't wait for her, he ran inside. Found himself on a catwalk above a dance floor and looked down just in time to see Clark lip-locked with a dark-haired man.
The End. . . of this part.