Drug of Choice - SV, Clex, NC-17
Title: Drug of Choice
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom(s): Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 400
Notes: For slashthedrabble prompt # 33 Kink. Clark’s kink involves something glowy and green and a lot more fun at a distance.
If not for the small, metal box lying open on the floor of Lex’s closet, Clark would still anticipate this: the slow and steady seduction - every time, no matter how often Clark has been seduced; Lex approaches every encounter as if there is some chance that Clark won’t gladly give Lex exactly what Lex wants.
If not for the small, open box, Clark would still feel warm beneath Lex’s cool, intense stare. Lex’s fingertips brushing lightly against Clark’s flesh - up the column of Clark’s throat, along the planes and curves of Clark’s shoulders and abdomen - would still send shivers up and down Clark’s spine and tug at his cock.
If not for the box and its contents, Clark would still gasp when touched, moan when spread open, fumble out of clothing and onto Lex’s bed and into Lex’s cuffs. He’d still arch towards Lex when teased, beg when ordered. Clark would still shake and cry and babble love and need and please.
But because of the box that Clark has hidden - near enough that he can feel the Kryptonite inside pulsing through his blood, but not close enough to make him cringe, to turn his blood dark green and his skin pale - when Clark screams as Lex thrusts, hard, in, he means it. When he jerks inside of Lex’s arms and fights the cuffs they don’t so much as budge; Clark sobs, reels with the reality of how helpless he can be made.
Lex holds him, comforts, soothes; prods him, punishes, plays. He watches Clark struggle for escape - and fail - with wonder. This one last secret lies between them, no longer an obstacle - a game - with all the others now absent.
Clark knows it’s twisted, dangerous. When Lex is given the final piece to the puzzle that is Clark, he will know how he can use it against Clark - Clark has shown him how. The safety of Clark’s world rests on his trust in a man anyone would warn him away from and has.
But trust is addictive, as much as any drug; as much as the meteor rock. Giving it to Lex is simply Clark’s drug of choice. So when Lex asks, Clark says, ‘yes;’ when Lex commands, Clark submits; and when Lex says, ‘Do you want to stop, Clark?’ Clark says, “No. Please.” to Lex and to himself.
[ end. ]
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom(s): Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 400
Notes: For slashthedrabble prompt # 33 Kink. Clark’s kink involves something glowy and green and a lot more fun at a distance.
If not for the small, metal box lying open on the floor of Lex’s closet, Clark would still anticipate this: the slow and steady seduction - every time, no matter how often Clark has been seduced; Lex approaches every encounter as if there is some chance that Clark won’t gladly give Lex exactly what Lex wants.
If not for the small, open box, Clark would still feel warm beneath Lex’s cool, intense stare. Lex’s fingertips brushing lightly against Clark’s flesh - up the column of Clark’s throat, along the planes and curves of Clark’s shoulders and abdomen - would still send shivers up and down Clark’s spine and tug at his cock.
If not for the box and its contents, Clark would still gasp when touched, moan when spread open, fumble out of clothing and onto Lex’s bed and into Lex’s cuffs. He’d still arch towards Lex when teased, beg when ordered. Clark would still shake and cry and babble love and need and please.
But because of the box that Clark has hidden - near enough that he can feel the Kryptonite inside pulsing through his blood, but not close enough to make him cringe, to turn his blood dark green and his skin pale - when Clark screams as Lex thrusts, hard, in, he means it. When he jerks inside of Lex’s arms and fights the cuffs they don’t so much as budge; Clark sobs, reels with the reality of how helpless he can be made.
Lex holds him, comforts, soothes; prods him, punishes, plays. He watches Clark struggle for escape - and fail - with wonder. This one last secret lies between them, no longer an obstacle - a game - with all the others now absent.
Clark knows it’s twisted, dangerous. When Lex is given the final piece to the puzzle that is Clark, he will know how he can use it against Clark - Clark has shown him how. The safety of Clark’s world rests on his trust in a man anyone would warn him away from and has.
But trust is addictive, as much as any drug; as much as the meteor rock. Giving it to Lex is simply Clark’s drug of choice. So when Lex asks, Clark says, ‘yes;’ when Lex commands, Clark submits; and when Lex says, ‘Do you want to stop, Clark?’ Clark says, “No. Please.” to Lex and to himself.
[ end. ]