raijahn: (pimp of doom by sparklebutch)
( Apr. 26th, 2005 06:03 pm)
For [livejournal.com profile] tamalinn's 55 Word Challenge

Gourmet Comestibles

“You’re sure this is edible?”

“Authentic Kryptonian yank’uk.” Clark speared one and shoved it into his mouth, chewing enthusiastically. “Try it.”

Lex looked at his plate dubiously, carefully poking one of the squid like creatures with his fork. His eyes widened and he pushed the plate away.

“Clark... I think it just winked at me.”
raijahn: (Default)
( Mar. 6th, 2005 11:16 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] jadedsilver made this wicked SV manip called Bound and when [livejournal.com profile] thecaelum showed it to me, I couldn't help but be inspired to write a story, too. Tis short and sweet and probably not that good, but it was fun and I like it. And I dare you to read the fic before looking at the manip, *grins*, just to see if you can guess who the other person is. Since I unintentionally left that unknown till the end. *winks*

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] thecaelum for audiencing and [livejournal.com profile] strangefancy for betaing. *hugs you both*

Bound to You )
raijahn: (angels by laurab1)
( Feb. 18th, 2005 12:37 pm)
Title: Extinction
Category: Angst, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Clark
Summary: What goes through Clark's mind when he's shot with a Kryptonite bullet?
Author's Note: Written for [livejournal.com profile] oxoniensis's Metamorphosis challenge.
Notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] samcoffeeaddict for the quick beta.

Extinction )
raijahn: (passion by numbly_breaking)
( Dec. 19th, 2004 08:37 pm)
Today's the posting date for the CLFF Wave 10. The stories aren't up at the site yet, but here's mine. Enjoy!

Title: Dorms, Video Games and Unexpected Love
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lex finally gets his wish.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, they’d actually be happy, dammit.
Feedback address: raijahn@hotmail.com
Note: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] kitkat3979 for helping me figure out *what* to write (even though it turned out a bit different) and to [livejournal.com profile] strangefancy for unexpectedly inspiring me to finally finish it. *loves on both of you*
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] mlleelizabeth and [livejournal.com profile] kitkat3979. *hugs and kisses*

Dorms, Video Games and Unexpected Love )
This song made me do it. *tries for innocence* Really.

With a little help from canon, I destroyed Lana's world. This is the sad little result. Post S3, spoilers for Covenant.

Unbeta'd, all mistakes mine, own nothing, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Nobody’s Home )

Yes, I have a Lana icon. So shoot me. *ducks*

ETA: Changed icon. That better, guys?
raijahn: (alive by mahoni)
( Sep. 4th, 2004 10:32 am)
Thank You Card )

Kal, Lex, Clark, Quinn and I want to thank all of you for being such amazing friends. *hugs all muchly* I was so touched by all of your words of support in response to this post. Never before have I felt such a part of the lj/fanfic community. So, again, thank you. *hugs more*

In other news...

So, my Clark/Lex muses decided that since I was up at six am fighting off an asthma attack, it was the perfect time for me to write a fic. *headdesk* It has nothing to do with any of my previous stories, just a bit of angsty fluff that needed to be written. It's barely beta'd, post S3 with spoilers for S4. Enjoy!

Bittersweet Homecoming )

ETA: Loverly thank you card made by [livejournal.com profile] sparklebutch. Thanks, honey!
Okay people, I need some help. I'm writing a very dark Chlex fic, the first scene of which is posted below. (It's a dream sequence.) What I need from you, as the reader, is to critique it.

Can you feel the rain?
Hear the thunder?
Is the scene vivid?
Does it flow smoothly?
Are there too many descriptive words?
Not enough?
Do you feel as though you are there?
How eager did I make you for the next part?

I'm really no good at judging whether my writing comes off like this since the entire story lives in my head. So any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!


Dark Portent teaser )
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( Jul. 12th, 2003 02:00 pm)
So, here's part two. Disclaimer and all that are part one. Part three will be a bit longer in waiting because the boys are still, after three days, unable to come to an agreement about what happens. *shakes head* That's just like them, huh? Enjoy!

Part One: Fight

The view of Lana’s house through the telescope did nothing to alleviate Clark’s depression. After last night, he figured he had lost Lex for good. They had had their fights before, as happens in all friendships, but nothing like that.

Lex made him feel things that no one else ever had. Clark thought he had had feelings for Lana because of the way his stomach rolled every time she was near. But once she stopped wearing the meteorite necklace, Clark realized it was just his reaction to the rock that had prompted those feelings. Outside of that, he only felt a strong affection for Lana, as he might for a sister or brother. Lex, on the other hand, made him feel more than just nauseous. He felt hot, flushed and he got hard. But mostly he just felt happier, like all was right with the world because he was with Lex. When he realized his feelings for Lex went beyond friendship, he hid behind his mistaken attraction for Lana to keep Lex from finding out. He couldn’t bear the thought of Lex rejecting him. He realized now, too late, what a mistake that was. Nothing was worth the loss of Lex’s friendship.

So much for our destiny, Clark thought miserably, rising from his crouch in front of the telescope. Turning around he nearly yelped in surprise when he saw Lex standing a few feet in front of him. He looked horrible. He was wearing the same clothes he had had on last night, there were dark circles under his eyes and exhaustion was written in every line of his body. I did that to him.

“Lex.” Unable to say more, he just stopped, despair flooding through him, turning his stomach. Here it comes, he’s gonna tell me never to come over again, that our friendship is over.

“Clark, I…I just came to apologize for my behavior last night.” Lex looked uncomfortable, unable to look Clark in the eyes.

Clark was shocked. The last thing he had expected was for Lex to apologize to him. Feeling guilt well within him, he strode past Lex, heading to the couch. “It’s okay, you’ve got nothing to apologize for, Lex. You were perfectly within your rights to treat me that way–“

“No, Clark, losing my temper like that was most definitely not okay, are you sure none of the crystal shards hit you?” Lex followed Clark for a few steps, then stopped, staring intently at Clark.

Clark shook his head as he sat on the couch, “No, I’m fine, Lex, really.” Physically at least. Being reminded of what Lex did to the paperweight hurt. It was the first gift he had ever given Lex, found at an antique shop in Metropolis. It was a simple clear crystal with an elegant lily etched on top. Clark had known right away that Lex would love it.

“I shouldn’t have stopped by last night, I just thought…hell, I don’t know what I thought. I should’ve just gone home.” Clark gazed down at the floor, then through it when he felt Lex sit beside him. Refusing to look up, he switched out of x-ray and just stared at his hands clasped between his knees.

“Clark, no,” Lex protested softly. “I don’t ever want to take that away from you. No matter how mad I may be at you, you’re still welcome in my house.”

Clark laughed bitterly at that. “Even after last week, Lex? You threw me out. Don’t get me wrong, you had every right, but how can you say I’m still welcome?”

“Clark…” Lex sighed, shifting on the couch slightly. “Last week is forgotten. We both said things we shouldn’t have. You scared me last night, when I found you gone. When I realized that what I had done had driven you away. It was late and the storm was getting worse. If the phone lines hadn’t still been up, I don’t know what I would have done.” Lex smiled slightly, “I don’t exactly have the proper vehicles to come chasing after you.”

“You called last night? No one told me,” Clark said, surprised.

“I asked your mom not to. I just wanted to be sure you got home.”

Clark relaxed a bit now that it seemed Lex wasn’t going to break their friendship off.

“You look like hell, Lex. What did you do, stay up all night working on those reports?” he joked lightly.

Lex gave Clark a look of reproach. “No, I stayed up all night worrying about you.”

Clark winced, stammering out an apology. “Crap, I’m sorry, Lex, I should’ve told you I was leaving, I just didn’t think you wanted to hear anything else I had to say–“

“Clark,” Lex looked contrite. “Stop apologizing, what’s done is done. What matters now, is how we get past it.”

Clark stood up abruptly, arms wrapped defensively around his middle, swallowing the lump suddenly lodged in his throat. He didn’t understand this. Lex was supposed to be mad at him, supposed to break their friendship off. He fucked up big time, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“Why are you here, Lex?” Clark paused momentarily, fighting tears, before continuing. “I betrayed you. Called you a coward, accused you of hiding behind Heidi, said things you should be saying to me. Accusing me of.” Clark spun around to face Lex, eyes wet and pleading for understanding. “Why are you forgiving me so easily?”

Lex stood up in front of Clark, invading his personal space, speaking softly, “There’s nothing to forgive. I’m the one who did the unforgivable. Everything you said was true. I am hiding, I am a coward. Last night just proved to me how much. And I’ve decided to stop hiding, at least with you.” He stepped closer, raising his face to Clark’s.

Clark couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe it was true. Lex… Lex wanted him? Looking into Lex’s eyes, at the heat and yearning within them, he made his decision.

He bent down until his lips were mere centimeters from Lex’s. “Tell me to stop, Lex,” Clark pleaded, unable to believe Lex would allow this.

Lex gazed into his eyes, as if searching for something. He raised his fingers to Clark’s cheek, gently brushing away the tears. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Warm, soft, sweet were the only thoughts in Clark’s mind as he kissed Lex. Cradling Lex’s face gently in his hands, he turned his head, coaxing Lex’s lips open, softly running his tongue along the seam. Lex opened to him immediately, hands reaching up to twine through his hair. Clark groaned at the feeling of a silky tongue sliding against his. The kiss turned desperate, his tongue surging into Lex’s mouth, as if he were trying to convey all he was feeling, all at once, in one kiss. Lex returned the desperation, pulling away slightly so he could bite Clark’s lower lip, before plunging his tongue back in, urging Clark’s to play.

Clark walked Lex backwards until his knees hit the couch and he sat down abruptly. Clark followed him down, straddling his thighs, never breaking the kiss. He grasped Lex’s arms tightly, rubbing his erection urgently against Lex’s, afraid that if he stopped, Lex would change his mind, push him away.

Suddenly Lex pulled away, gasping for breath. “Clark, stop, you’re hurting me.”

Clark froze, pulling away from Lex, shame surging through him as he tried frantically to get up. He couldn’t believe he had lost control like that.

Lex stopped him with a strong grip on his waist. “Clark, Clark, it’s okay.” Rubbing his hands up and down Clark’s arms, Lex let his forehead rest against Clark’s, crooning softly, “Shhhh, I’m not going anywhere, Clark. I’m right here. I just wanted you to calm down a bit.”

Clark sagged against Lex, sliding his head down to rest on Lex’s shoulder, relief flooding him. He felt Lex’s arms wrap around him, holding him close. The feeling was wonderful.

“Why don’t we go back to the castle, where we can talk and have some privacy?”

“Okay.” Clark sighed happily, but made no move to get up, enjoying the feeling of holding Lex far too much to let go.

Lex tightened his arms around Clark, “Or we can just sit here and enjoy holding each other.”

Clark snuggled closer, “I vote for that."
raijahn: (Default)
( Jul. 9th, 2003 06:02 pm)
Title: Storm
Pairing: Lex/Clark
Category: Cliche fic, First time
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Storms come in many forms.
Disclaimer: They're mine! All mine! *pauses* Okay, not really. I'm just playing with them, I'll put them back when I'm done.
Notes: This is all Jenn's fault. Blackmailed me into writing this by offering to adopt my plotbunny. lol Thanks doll!
Thanks also to Madelyn, Diana, Butterfly, Christine, Amber, Liz, Lexalot and Amy for suggestions, encouragement and early betas.
Final beta thanks go to Tynantblue and Lolita Luthor.
If there's anyone I forgot, I thank you and you can kill me later.

This is a first for me, so keep the flames to a minimun. lol

The storm was raging something fierce as Clark trudged through the mud on the path to the castle. The flashes of lightning were nearly blinding and the thunder so loud he swore he could feel it in his bones. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since the storm started, it already felt like it had lasted days.

He’d only gone into town to drop off Lana’s order for the Talon, and on his way back got he’d gotten caught in the rain. It took only minutes after the clouds had burst open for the rain to turn the dirt road to mud. The tires had spun out on a particularly bad patch and not even Clark could have gotten the truck out of the ditch it ran into. At least, not without making more of a spectacle of himself than he liked since it was still early enough for other people to be driving by. Which was also the reason he had decided to forego superspeeding home in favor of walking to Lex’s. The only good thing to come out of the storm so far was that it suited his mood perfectly.

His day had been absolute crap. A pop quiz in history on a chapter he had forgotten to read, a fight with Chloe over an article he’d turned in late, Pete bitching about his friendship with Lex, again, and now this. Truck stuck in the mud on the side of the road with Lex’s castle the closest shelter, and after his latest fight with Lex, Clark wasn’t even sure he would be welcome. His stomach twisted in knots at just the thought of seeing Lex. He’d known for a while that Lex was special to him, because he understood Clark on a level that no one else did. Lex was always there for him, despite the lies that Clark was sure Lex could see through. Which made the fact that Lex was mad at him that much harder to bear.

The long, lonely walk from the truck to the castle gave Clark ample time to think about the stupid things that he’d said and how he could start fixing them. Frowning and shaking his head at his own stupidity, Clark wondered what had possessed him to accuse Lex of hiding behind his relationship with Heidi in the first place. After Victoria and the fiasco with Desiree, Lex had pretty much given up on finding the right person. Now he would date someone just because she came from a good family and would be a proper wife. And Clark couldn’t blame him. After all, it wasn’t like Clark had given him any reason to believe he could find love with his young friend. Which made the fight that much more unforgivable. Lex wasn’t the coward here, Clark was.

At the castle door, he rang the bell hoping Lex would be the one to answer. It was after ten and most of Lex’s staff would have already retired for the night. He’d feel bad if he ended up waking one of them. Then he looked down at himself and figured he’d feel bad anyway. He was covered in mud and dripping with rainwater.

That’s just great, Clark thought, “Hey, Lex, I know you kinda hate me right now, but can I come in, track mud all over your house, drip on your expensive Asian rugs and make use of your amenities?”

Sure, that’d go over real well.

Snapping out of his thoughts at the sound of the door opening, Clark looked up and found Lex standing in front of him. He looked like he had fallen asleep going over reports. Shirt unbuttoned at the neck, baring inches of pale skin, sleeves rolled up– Clark felt a strong stirring in his groin area and mentally rolled his eyes at his teenage hormones.

“Clark? What happened? You’re soaked!” Concern shone in Lex’s silver-blue eyes, frown lines marring his forehead as he grabbed Clark’s arm and dragged him inside. Clark smiled kind of sheepishly at him, knowing the picture he must make. Rain dripping from his hair, his white t-shirt soaked through, jeans uncomfortably wet and covered in mud up to his shins. It made for an amusing picture, but Clark didn’t think Lex saw the humor as his face closed off, his eyes turned icy and he became Lex Luthor, business magnate rather than Lex, Clark’s friend. Clark keenly felt the loss.

“What in the hell are you doing outside without a coat?” Lex narrowed his eyes, looking at Clark. As always, Clark felt like Lex could see right through him. “Nevermind. Rose,” Lex addressed the housekeeper with none of his usual warmth, “please bring towels, a robe and something hot to drink right away.”

“Yes, Mr. Luthor.”

His movements precise and cold, Lex led Clark into the sitting room where a fire was welcome relief from Lex’s scrutiny. Holding his hands out to the flames, pretending he needed the warmth, Clark watched the dancing flames, mesmerized by their beauty. How the hell was he going to fix this? Lex was impossible to get through to when he closed himself off like this. Clark remembered this one time-

“Clark!” Lex sounded exasperated and Clark felt a blush rising in his cheeks, compounding the nauseous feeling in his gut as he realized Lex had called his name quite a few times.

“Now that I have your attention, would you mind telling me what happened?”
Clark looked down at the floor, shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortably aware of how unwelcome he was. “I was on my way back from the Talon, I was only supposed to be gone an hour, but then the storm hit and the truck got stuck in a ditch down the road. Your house was the closest place and I know you’re still mad at me but-“

“It’s fine.” Even Lex’s voice had changed, ringing with business-like authority.

Clark cringed at the sound and wished the floor would just open up right there. God, what right did he have to make remarks about Lex’s love life? Or lack of love life? Like he was one to talk. Hiding behind Lana to keep from facing the fact that he was in love with Lex. He should have just told Lex the truth. Rather than accusing him of being a coward for dating a woman they both knew he would never love. Clark felt shame well within him at the thought of his carelessness.

He watched Lex surreptitiously, noting the stiffness in his posture, the way his hands clenched in his pockets and vowed to make use of this opportunity to set things right. He couldn’t lose Lex’s friendship. He couldn’t lose *Lex*.

Clark was jolted out of his thoughts when Rose returned with towels, a robe and what looked like hot cocoa in a huge mug, steam swirling up from the heat.

“Here,” said Lex, handing him the towels and robe. “Get changed and I’ll have Rose wash your clothes. You can stay here until they’re clean, then I’ll take you home. Drink the hot cocoa, it’ll help you warm up. Do you need to call your parents?”

“No, but Lex–“

“Good. I’ll be in my office. I’ll come get you when it’s time to go. Get warmed up.” With that he turned on his heel and stalked away.

“Lex, I thought we could talk while I was here,” Clark called after him, stripping out of his t-shirt.

“I think we’ve said quite enough, Clark.”

“Lex, no,” Clark protested softly. “Please, can’t we talk?”

Lex just kept walking, as if he hadn’t heard Clark’s protest. The dismissal was like a knife to his gut.

Clark hurriedly stripped out of jeans, boxers and socks, oblivious to the fact he was nude in front of Lex’s housekeeper. Handing his clothes to Rose, he put the robe on and grabbed a towel to dry his hair before running after Lex.

Lex was behind his desk going over what looked like reports from the plant when Clark caught up with him.

Clark stood in the doorway, fighting the desire to just sweep Lex into his arms.

“Lex, please, we have to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Clark.” Despite the casualness of his words, Clark could hear the hostility underlying them. A paperweight made of clear crystal was gripped tightly in his left hand. Clark remembered faintly buying the paperweight for Lex as a Christmas present, knowing his friend would appreciate the beauty of it.

“I’m sorry, Lex–”

“Stop,” Lex held up his hand, halting Clark’s words. “There is nothing to talk about, and I would appreciate you going back to the sitting room and waiting for me to come get you. I’m sure you can find something to occupy your time while you wait.”

Clark winced, knowing he deserved to be treated like this.

“I don’t think you’re a coward, Lex. I’m so sorry for saying that, I should have–“

The violence of the paperweight exploding on the wall not far from Clark’s head stunned him into silence. The hurt he felt at Lex destroying something that used to mean a lot to him took a backseat to the shock of seeing Lex lose control.

After a few moments, Lex rose stiffly from his seat, reining in his temper with small, precise movements. Walking to his liquor cabinet, Lex poured a finger of Scotch into a glass, sipping from it silently.

Finally he spoke. “Go back to the sitting room. Wait for me.” His voice was low and controlled, the words bit out between clenched teeth.

Clark said nothing, just turned around and left the office. He was shocked at the level of anger coming from Lex. Lionel was the only person Clark had ever seen bring about that kind of anger in Lex.

Clark went looking for Rose, hoping his clothes weren’t already in the wash. It had obviously been a mistake to come here. The run home would do him good.


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