SLASH FIC: Feeling Me (1/1) Smallville/Superman
Today is Homecoming in Boswell. They had a parade through town at like 10 in the morning. Too early for me.
Title: Feeling Me
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Smallville/Superman
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Superman.
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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First part of the "Every Me Every You" trilogy.
He liked the pain. It made him feel real and whole, the only solidly physical sensation his alien body let him feel anymore.
As the years passed he lost more and more tactile sensation. His body had truly become invulnerable, the sun charging him to full capacity. He had become godlike i his power.
Too bad he had never wanted to be a god. He had dreamed of being merely human.
He was so powerful now that he didn't think he could die even if he wanted to. He was timeless and afraid to love the people around him because their lives seemed like heartbeats in comparison to his existence, there then gone again.
He still donned the uniform and went out to save the world, but he understood how much a meaningless exercise in futility it all was. Lex had been right all those years ago, and now he wished he had only believed.
For every life he saved, another died somewhere else. When he stopped saving them, humans invariably adapted and started saving themselves. When a bunch of humans died, more were born somewhere else. It was an endless cycle that really didn't need him to maintain it. It was just that he had nothing else to do with his time.
He had wasted years of his life saving humanity and what did he have to show for it? Nothing but regret.
While he had been away rescuing strangers from their own stupidity, the people he'd loved had faded away and disappeared. Even Lex was gone now, having grown old and died like all humans did.
If only he had blown off a few of those screams for Superman and stayed home with Lex. He would have a few more memories and Lex would have lived happier knowing for sure that he was the most important thing in Clark's world.
As it was, even Clark had faded away to nearly nothing. Pretty soon he would be gone and all would be peaceful once again.
Sighing with pleasure at the delicious pain, Kal-El gripped the last chunk of kryptonite on Earth tight in his left fist. With his right hand he slashed the serrated blade once again across his thigh.
He watched the wound steadily seal itself and disappear, but while it lasted it was wonderful.
He liked the pain. It was the only thing that felt real.
It made him think of Lex.
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=THE END=
Title: Feeling Me
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Smallville/Superman
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Superman.
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
.
First part of the "Every Me Every You" trilogy.
He liked the pain. It made him feel real and whole, the only solidly physical sensation his alien body let him feel anymore.
As the years passed he lost more and more tactile sensation. His body had truly become invulnerable, the sun charging him to full capacity. He had become godlike i his power.
Too bad he had never wanted to be a god. He had dreamed of being merely human.
He was so powerful now that he didn't think he could die even if he wanted to. He was timeless and afraid to love the people around him because their lives seemed like heartbeats in comparison to his existence, there then gone again.
He still donned the uniform and went out to save the world, but he understood how much a meaningless exercise in futility it all was. Lex had been right all those years ago, and now he wished he had only believed.
For every life he saved, another died somewhere else. When he stopped saving them, humans invariably adapted and started saving themselves. When a bunch of humans died, more were born somewhere else. It was an endless cycle that really didn't need him to maintain it. It was just that he had nothing else to do with his time.
He had wasted years of his life saving humanity and what did he have to show for it? Nothing but regret.
While he had been away rescuing strangers from their own stupidity, the people he'd loved had faded away and disappeared. Even Lex was gone now, having grown old and died like all humans did.
If only he had blown off a few of those screams for Superman and stayed home with Lex. He would have a few more memories and Lex would have lived happier knowing for sure that he was the most important thing in Clark's world.
As it was, even Clark had faded away to nearly nothing. Pretty soon he would be gone and all would be peaceful once again.
Sighing with pleasure at the delicious pain, Kal-El gripped the last chunk of kryptonite on Earth tight in his left fist. With his right hand he slashed the serrated blade once again across his thigh.
He watched the wound steadily seal itself and disappear, but while it lasted it was wonderful.
He liked the pain. It was the only thing that felt real.
It made him think of Lex.
.
=THE END=