Smutrecs fest day 5
Today, in honor of the X-files being the "blast from the past" rec, all the Smallville recs will feature some version alien!Clark. And since it is the weekend, and I have more time to type recs (and maybe you have more time to read), it'll be double your pleasure aliensmut recs: at *least* two recs in every category.
Alien!Clark special (but fear not--this is not the only day for alien!Clark. There are far too many good alien!Clark stories in the fandom for this to be his only appearance!)
Today's Clex recs are suzvoy's Grope of Destiny and Dogpoet's (garryowen)'s O Taste and See .
Grope of Destiny is definitely one of my favorite suzvoy stories: it's damn smutty, it's funny as hell, and it has one of my favorite alien!Clark tropes (Martha and Jonathan having to cope with their son's sexual quirks--that always amuses me to no end, and I love seeing how different authors deal with it. See LadyRa's story below for a slightly different take on it.) Plus you can't beat *literal* alien bonding. And I'm a *huge* sucker for any kind of "Lex and Clark are meant to be together stories, and unbreakable alien bonds definitely fit that description.
Here's an excerpt:
No, Clark! If Lex Luthor and my son are going to sleep together, they can damn well do so under my roof!"
Clark was not going to smile. Clark was not going to smile. Clark was not going to...
...oh no, Lex was smiling, then chuckling and God - didn't he realise that was suicide?
Only Lex didn't seem to care about much of anything anymore, his chuckling changing into full out laughter. Clark watched, almost in awe. He'd never seen Lex lose control like that, and he'd half-suspected Lionel had managed to take that ability away from him. He was glad to be proven wrong, but still... "Lex?"
Lex shook his free hand, still finding it hard to contain his amusement. "It's just..." he wheezed, "I wake up this morning and you're in my bed," a gasp, "with your hand on my ass!" Broad, loud laughter. An irritated look from Dad because Clark hadn't mentioned precisely where his hand had been when he'd woken up.
Oops.
"And then I find out that it's because you're an alien!" Desperate clamouring for breath. "All this time...you weren't a meteor mutant, you were an alien! An alien had his hand on my butt!" Clark felt his own lips start to twitch even as Lex kept talking. "Because, apparently, his highly advanced society had trouble getting dates or something, so they resorted to this basic urge of literally sticking to whoever they thought would give them attractive, intelligent kids," several loud snickers, "and then I come here and his father is telling us to sleep together. Under his roof!" He roared once, making Clark wince, before he stopped laughing so suddenly it was almost creepy.
Eyeing him a little fearfully - and seeing that his parents were doing the same - Clark tugged at his hand. "Lex?"
Sighing heavily, chest still heaving, Lex let his shoulders droop forward. "I'm having an exceedingly odd day.
Dogpoet's O Taste and See comes at alien!Clark from a different angle: it focuses less on the specificities of Clark's alienness and more on how for scientist!Lex, Clark's alien qualities are just part of Lex's erotic attraction to him.
Here's an excerpt:
Okay, I have another question." Lex is in his bouncy mood, fueled by scientific inquiry.
"You have to stop waking me up in the middle of the night with this stuff," Clark says patiently. But there's affection in his voice and Lex knows he's not really irritated.
Lex runs a hand up the back of Clark's neck and sifts through his hair with his fingers.
"Why can you get a hair cut, but not a paper cut?"
"I've never thought about it."
"How can you not think about it?" Lex is quiet for a moment, scratching at Clark's scalp, massaging the skin. He lowers his head and kisses the very top of Clark's ear, then sucks it into his mouth. "It must be because hair is actually composed of dead cells. Your living cells can't be damaged, but dead cells like fingernails and hair can be." He examines one of Clark's hands, rubbing his thumb in circles on the palm. Clark's fingernails look identical to anyone else's. Little moons, lunules, near the cuticles. Strips of white at the tops. Lex takes one of these between his teeth and clamps down, as if testing a theory.
Clark pushes his hips into the mattress. Lex knows this behavior. It means Clark is hard, aroused, ready to be played with. By now Lex is hard, too, sprawled across the expanse of Clark's back, his cock cradled in the valley just above Clark's ass.
Lex raises himself up on his elbows. Beginning with his neck, Lex traces Clark's bones with his mouth, licking and sucking each section of spine. They had names, these bones, but Lex is beyond remembering anatomy lessons. Clark's moans and breaths feed Lex in action only. Not thought. His tongue moves of its own accord, without any direction from him.
The Smallville mystery recs of the day are justabi's "Such a Pretty Face" (Lex/Lois, Clark/Lex/Lois, Clark/Lex) and Lady Ra's "Drilling Holes." (Clark/Lex). Plus, bonus tentacle porn by superwoobie
Such a Pretty Face doesn't look, at the start, like it's an alien Clark story. It's a future fic where Clark and Lex are friends and roomies (Lex knows Clark's secret), and Lex is engaged to Lois Lane. Clark is unhappy about the upcoming wedding, and Lex and Lois both know this, but they're all trying to get along until a misguided (but very hot) threesome at Lois' bachelor party fractures all their relationships. Clark is keeping an important secret from Lex, and to say more would reveal the twist at the end, which is *really* interesting. This is hot, angsty, and smutty--and I don't think I'm giving too much away by saying the Clex prevails at the end--but it also has great characterizations of all three main characters. Once you find out Clark's secret, a lot of his behavior in the first part of the story that seems maddening makes perfect sense. Go! Read!
Lady Ra's "Drilling Holes" is an interesting exploration of the Larry Niven "Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex" theory--you know, the one that suggests Clark's semen is shot out at a deadly velocity. Lex is trying to help him with his problem, and Jonathan finds out. I really love Lex's interactions with the Kents in this story, but I also *really* love the solution to the problem in the story. And Clark driven by the Kryptonian version of pon farr is also very, very HOT.
Finally, even though I find it more hilarious than smutty (though it is both), check out superwoobie's Clex tentacle porn.
Blast from the past: X-files
Jane Mortimer, The Same Everywhere and The Hand we were Dealt (Mulder/Krycek)
Sometimes it's hard for me to pick one story to represent a whole fandom, but that was not a problem for me here. While there were dozens of amazing X-files authors that I loved, and I read all sorts of pairings (Mulder/Scully, Mulder/Krycek, Mulder/Skinner, Scully/Skinner, Scully/Pendrell, etc. etc.), *these* two stories are the ones I reread so often that I think I might be able to recite them both word for word. In the first story, Mulder gets a tip from a source and encounters Krycek, possessed by a black oil alien. All three of them want something from the encounter. The alien wants to get home; Mulder wants proof of an alien conspiracy, and Krycek wants...Mulder. They come to a very interesting arrangement.
This first story has some of the best Mulder dialogue *ever*, with bonus appearances by the Lone Gunman, And both Mulder and Krycek get to try out sex with an alien, albeit while the alien is wearing one of their bodies:
The alien stepped closer again, and Krycek found that he was retreating toward the closed door. Breaking and running was an irrational temptation, and he controlled it; he knew how strong the other was.
It reached for him, placing one hand at the back of his neck, thumb near his jugular. He felt his heart pounding. It could break that neck like a matchstick, or just squeeze and hold till he strangled. It pulled him closer and placed Mulder's lips against his.
It was a different kind of shock entirely. Mulder's tongue ran over his lips and then pushed inside, and Krycek stopped trying to figure out what was happening. God knew he'd pictured this often enough; it wasn't as though his body would find it strange. In fact, he was pressed right back against Mulder even now, without having made any conscious decision to do so. His chain of strategy unlinked itself for the time being and dropped to the floor like so many toothpicks. Distantly he wondered, Were my fantasies that obvious?
Then hands were pushing him gently back. He opened his eyes and saw Mulder, about a foot away, his lips looking slightly and knee-weakeningly bruised. "This body. You've thought about it a lot. It can be made available."
Krycek drew back as though from a hot stove. "God, is he listening to this?"
"Why should you care if he is? He doesn't have a vote."
The alien had a point, he thought suddenly. Sure, Mulder would resent him later if he went along with this; but what did that mean? Mulder already blamed him for his personal losses and betrayals. After the execution of his father, a little passing sex could hardly make their relationship any worse.
He gave a smile he knew wasn't very nice. If Mulder was watching, let him see it and wonder.
"You could give me a sample," he said.
"You just had a sample."
"One kiss. That's nice, but it doesn't prove much. I have a better suggestion."
"Well?"
"A test of the merchandise. If you can make me come in a major way, I'll stay. But if I get bored anywhere along the... test procedure, I can walk out and you won't make a move to stop me." And I win either way.
In the sequel, "The Hand They Were Dealt," Krycek persuades Mulder to help him investigate some information the alien gave him, hoping to escape the power of Cancerman. This part is long, plotty, and romantic, with lots of really hot sex. What I love most about this series is the idea of the alien as matchmaker. Here's a snippet:
Krycek tossed the gloves onto the couch with the casual gesture of someone who expects to stay a while. "The alien left me something for you. You know," he said with beautifully false earnestness, "I think he was actually fond of us in his own way."
Mulder waited.
"I like to think so, anyway, considering how close we all were. I think my favorite episodes were the night and morning before the party broke up. You know, you fucking me, me fucking you -- "
Snow and taxes. Snow and taxes... "I don't think about it much," Mulder said, managing quite successfully to sound as if he meant it.
And really, he hadn't thought about it all that often. No more than two or three times an hour on days when he was particularly busy.
"Really? I think about it a lot. My memories are a great comfort to me, Mulder." He was looking directly into Mulder's eyes as he said it, from less than two feet away, and Mulder ruthlessly forced himself to stand still and return the gaze coolly.
"You said you had a reason for coming." Coming. Jesus, every innocent word he could think of was suddenly tainted.
"That's right. Our alien friend left us both presents, for being such helpful native guides." That wicked smile, nastiness and delight in equal proportions. "As far as I can tell, I'm yours."
Alien!Clark special (but fear not--this is not the only day for alien!Clark. There are far too many good alien!Clark stories in the fandom for this to be his only appearance!)
Today's Clex recs are suzvoy's Grope of Destiny and Dogpoet's (garryowen)'s O Taste and See .
Grope of Destiny is definitely one of my favorite suzvoy stories: it's damn smutty, it's funny as hell, and it has one of my favorite alien!Clark tropes (Martha and Jonathan having to cope with their son's sexual quirks--that always amuses me to no end, and I love seeing how different authors deal with it. See LadyRa's story below for a slightly different take on it.) Plus you can't beat *literal* alien bonding. And I'm a *huge* sucker for any kind of "Lex and Clark are meant to be together stories, and unbreakable alien bonds definitely fit that description.
Here's an excerpt:
No, Clark! If Lex Luthor and my son are going to sleep together, they can damn well do so under my roof!"
Clark was not going to smile. Clark was not going to smile. Clark was not going to...
...oh no, Lex was smiling, then chuckling and God - didn't he realise that was suicide?
Only Lex didn't seem to care about much of anything anymore, his chuckling changing into full out laughter. Clark watched, almost in awe. He'd never seen Lex lose control like that, and he'd half-suspected Lionel had managed to take that ability away from him. He was glad to be proven wrong, but still... "Lex?"
Lex shook his free hand, still finding it hard to contain his amusement. "It's just..." he wheezed, "I wake up this morning and you're in my bed," a gasp, "with your hand on my ass!" Broad, loud laughter. An irritated look from Dad because Clark hadn't mentioned precisely where his hand had been when he'd woken up.
Oops.
"And then I find out that it's because you're an alien!" Desperate clamouring for breath. "All this time...you weren't a meteor mutant, you were an alien! An alien had his hand on my butt!" Clark felt his own lips start to twitch even as Lex kept talking. "Because, apparently, his highly advanced society had trouble getting dates or something, so they resorted to this basic urge of literally sticking to whoever they thought would give them attractive, intelligent kids," several loud snickers, "and then I come here and his father is telling us to sleep together. Under his roof!" He roared once, making Clark wince, before he stopped laughing so suddenly it was almost creepy.
Eyeing him a little fearfully - and seeing that his parents were doing the same - Clark tugged at his hand. "Lex?"
Sighing heavily, chest still heaving, Lex let his shoulders droop forward. "I'm having an exceedingly odd day.
Dogpoet's O Taste and See comes at alien!Clark from a different angle: it focuses less on the specificities of Clark's alienness and more on how for scientist!Lex, Clark's alien qualities are just part of Lex's erotic attraction to him.
Here's an excerpt:
Okay, I have another question." Lex is in his bouncy mood, fueled by scientific inquiry.
"You have to stop waking me up in the middle of the night with this stuff," Clark says patiently. But there's affection in his voice and Lex knows he's not really irritated.
Lex runs a hand up the back of Clark's neck and sifts through his hair with his fingers.
"Why can you get a hair cut, but not a paper cut?"
"I've never thought about it."
"How can you not think about it?" Lex is quiet for a moment, scratching at Clark's scalp, massaging the skin. He lowers his head and kisses the very top of Clark's ear, then sucks it into his mouth. "It must be because hair is actually composed of dead cells. Your living cells can't be damaged, but dead cells like fingernails and hair can be." He examines one of Clark's hands, rubbing his thumb in circles on the palm. Clark's fingernails look identical to anyone else's. Little moons, lunules, near the cuticles. Strips of white at the tops. Lex takes one of these between his teeth and clamps down, as if testing a theory.
Clark pushes his hips into the mattress. Lex knows this behavior. It means Clark is hard, aroused, ready to be played with. By now Lex is hard, too, sprawled across the expanse of Clark's back, his cock cradled in the valley just above Clark's ass.
Lex raises himself up on his elbows. Beginning with his neck, Lex traces Clark's bones with his mouth, licking and sucking each section of spine. They had names, these bones, but Lex is beyond remembering anatomy lessons. Clark's moans and breaths feed Lex in action only. Not thought. His tongue moves of its own accord, without any direction from him.
The Smallville mystery recs of the day are justabi's "Such a Pretty Face" (Lex/Lois, Clark/Lex/Lois, Clark/Lex) and Lady Ra's "Drilling Holes." (Clark/Lex). Plus, bonus tentacle porn by superwoobie
Such a Pretty Face doesn't look, at the start, like it's an alien Clark story. It's a future fic where Clark and Lex are friends and roomies (Lex knows Clark's secret), and Lex is engaged to Lois Lane. Clark is unhappy about the upcoming wedding, and Lex and Lois both know this, but they're all trying to get along until a misguided (but very hot) threesome at Lois' bachelor party fractures all their relationships. Clark is keeping an important secret from Lex, and to say more would reveal the twist at the end, which is *really* interesting. This is hot, angsty, and smutty--and I don't think I'm giving too much away by saying the Clex prevails at the end--but it also has great characterizations of all three main characters. Once you find out Clark's secret, a lot of his behavior in the first part of the story that seems maddening makes perfect sense. Go! Read!
Lady Ra's "Drilling Holes" is an interesting exploration of the Larry Niven "Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex" theory--you know, the one that suggests Clark's semen is shot out at a deadly velocity. Lex is trying to help him with his problem, and Jonathan finds out. I really love Lex's interactions with the Kents in this story, but I also *really* love the solution to the problem in the story. And Clark driven by the Kryptonian version of pon farr is also very, very HOT.
Finally, even though I find it more hilarious than smutty (though it is both), check out superwoobie's Clex tentacle porn.
Blast from the past: X-files
Jane Mortimer, The Same Everywhere and The Hand we were Dealt (Mulder/Krycek)
Sometimes it's hard for me to pick one story to represent a whole fandom, but that was not a problem for me here. While there were dozens of amazing X-files authors that I loved, and I read all sorts of pairings (Mulder/Scully, Mulder/Krycek, Mulder/Skinner, Scully/Skinner, Scully/Pendrell, etc. etc.), *these* two stories are the ones I reread so often that I think I might be able to recite them both word for word. In the first story, Mulder gets a tip from a source and encounters Krycek, possessed by a black oil alien. All three of them want something from the encounter. The alien wants to get home; Mulder wants proof of an alien conspiracy, and Krycek wants...Mulder. They come to a very interesting arrangement.
This first story has some of the best Mulder dialogue *ever*, with bonus appearances by the Lone Gunman, And both Mulder and Krycek get to try out sex with an alien, albeit while the alien is wearing one of their bodies:
The alien stepped closer again, and Krycek found that he was retreating toward the closed door. Breaking and running was an irrational temptation, and he controlled it; he knew how strong the other was.
It reached for him, placing one hand at the back of his neck, thumb near his jugular. He felt his heart pounding. It could break that neck like a matchstick, or just squeeze and hold till he strangled. It pulled him closer and placed Mulder's lips against his.
It was a different kind of shock entirely. Mulder's tongue ran over his lips and then pushed inside, and Krycek stopped trying to figure out what was happening. God knew he'd pictured this often enough; it wasn't as though his body would find it strange. In fact, he was pressed right back against Mulder even now, without having made any conscious decision to do so. His chain of strategy unlinked itself for the time being and dropped to the floor like so many toothpicks. Distantly he wondered, Were my fantasies that obvious?
Then hands were pushing him gently back. He opened his eyes and saw Mulder, about a foot away, his lips looking slightly and knee-weakeningly bruised. "This body. You've thought about it a lot. It can be made available."
Krycek drew back as though from a hot stove. "God, is he listening to this?"
"Why should you care if he is? He doesn't have a vote."
The alien had a point, he thought suddenly. Sure, Mulder would resent him later if he went along with this; but what did that mean? Mulder already blamed him for his personal losses and betrayals. After the execution of his father, a little passing sex could hardly make their relationship any worse.
He gave a smile he knew wasn't very nice. If Mulder was watching, let him see it and wonder.
"You could give me a sample," he said.
"You just had a sample."
"One kiss. That's nice, but it doesn't prove much. I have a better suggestion."
"Well?"
"A test of the merchandise. If you can make me come in a major way, I'll stay. But if I get bored anywhere along the... test procedure, I can walk out and you won't make a move to stop me." And I win either way.
In the sequel, "The Hand They Were Dealt," Krycek persuades Mulder to help him investigate some information the alien gave him, hoping to escape the power of Cancerman. This part is long, plotty, and romantic, with lots of really hot sex. What I love most about this series is the idea of the alien as matchmaker. Here's a snippet:
Krycek tossed the gloves onto the couch with the casual gesture of someone who expects to stay a while. "The alien left me something for you. You know," he said with beautifully false earnestness, "I think he was actually fond of us in his own way."
Mulder waited.
"I like to think so, anyway, considering how close we all were. I think my favorite episodes were the night and morning before the party broke up. You know, you fucking me, me fucking you -- "
Snow and taxes. Snow and taxes... "I don't think about it much," Mulder said, managing quite successfully to sound as if he meant it.
And really, he hadn't thought about it all that often. No more than two or three times an hour on days when he was particularly busy.
"Really? I think about it a lot. My memories are a great comfort to me, Mulder." He was looking directly into Mulder's eyes as he said it, from less than two feet away, and Mulder ruthlessly forced himself to stand still and return the gaze coolly.
"You said you had a reason for coming." Coming. Jesus, every innocent word he could think of was suddenly tainted.
"That's right. Our alien friend left us both presents, for being such helpful native guides." That wicked smile, nastiness and delight in equal proportions. "As far as I can tell, I'm yours."