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Smutrecs fest day 11
I didn't actually plan it this way, but today's stories all seem to have "sleeping with the enemy" as a theme, again. (Um, yeah, it's one of my favorite slash tropes, so it may even come up *again* later this month).
Today's Clex rec of the day is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
svmadelyn's On paper cuts and Auld Lang Syne , with a bonus rec for her "When I want, I take the wheel."
I had to rec On paper cuts and Auld Lang Syne , because I really love "Clark loses his powers" stories, and when the story begins with human Clark drunk-dialing his mortal enemy, you know you're in for a fun ride. Especially when Clark barfs all over Lex's car. And rubs up against him in his bed. Will Lex take advantage of Clark's drunken condition? I guess you'll have to read to find out!
Like all of Madelyn's stories, this has wickedly funny dialogue and spot-on characterization, like the following:
“Lex--” He started, but he hiccupped at the same time, so it came out as more of a half-strangled “..x” sound. Lex’s eyes widened, but he stood away from the door, motioning for Clark to get in. Clark managed to duck his head enough, but lost his balance a little bit on the follow through. He felt a hand push him gently into the car, and he landed with an oomph on the plush seats.
“Warm.” He chattered appreciatively, disposing of his gloves to expose them to the air.
“Here, have a blanket.” Lex muttered, pulling over what seemed to be a tremendously expensive looking comforter.
“You keep this in your trunk?” Clark giggled, burrowing himself into the warm folds.
“No, I keep it on my bed.” Lex said, pulling out a thermos.
A thermos implied hot things. “Yes, yes.” Clark said, watching as Lex twisted it open. Lex looked at him quickly through hooded blue eyes, but there wasn’t snow and there wasn’t cold ground, and Clark couldn’t see his breath in the air, so all in all, this was a vast improvement, and so fast.
“Can you drink, or would you—ah, like some help with that?”
“Moving involves moving my hands from under-near-under. Underneath the blanket.” Clark told him, and maybe it was the resounding echoing chatter of his teeth that made Lex snort and pour out a cup of—cocoa! Lex had cocoa! And hold it up to Clark’s mouth.
“I knew people out there still had to make cocoa.” Clark told him confidentially, happily, in between gulps. “That’s so hot. I like it.”
“How smashed are you?” Lex asked incredulously, lifting a hand to Clark’s forehead. Clark whimpered at the warmth; it felt so good, wonderful even. He must’ve said that aloud, because suddenly Lex’s other hand was on his cheek, and Clark closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel.
“I really appreciate this, Lex.” Clark mumbled, only there was another hiccup when he said Lex’s name.
“Well. I think that answers my question.”
And here's a bonussvmadelyn rec, because it can also be classified as a "sleeping with the enemy" story: "When I want, I take the wheel."
This is futurefic, post-Rift. Clark is pursuing a bad guy and Lex is willing to help--if Clark wins at baccarat. If he loses, Clark will have to sleep with him. Just so he can get Clark out of his system, of course. And in the course of the sex, Lex discovers a secret weapon: Clark is turned on by tickling! Very fun, and it has some *fantastic* dialogue, like
"Because if I get you out of my system, I can go back to re-focusing my energy on destroying you and everything you stand for, etcetera, etcetera." Lex made listless motions with his fingers. "Haven't you noticed that I haven't been my bright, normal self these last few months? I've been thinking. We're in a rut."
"A....rut." Clark parroted.
"Yes. We're all, `I'll kill you', or `I'll drop you off this roof' or, `I'll eat your balls with a kryptonite spoon'."
"You've never said that," Clark told him faintly.
"But I've thought it a lot," Lex continued smoothly. "I haven't even been able to put together a good plot for your murder in weeks," Lex said, disgusted, picking at his trousers lightly. "Clearly, this must be rectified."
Clark made a couple of noises he hoped weren't as high-pitched as they felt to his own ears, but couldn't for the life of him string together two words.
"So. Sex for a criminal?" He managed. "That's what you're saying? I have to have sex with you, if you're going to give me a guy who's on more wanted lists than--well, you?
Lex huffed. "I hardly would put him in the same category as me. And sex for a criminal--you make it all sound so sordid. We had a bet. You lost. I'm just claiming what's mine. My boon, so to speak."
The Smallville mystery rec of the day:rose_emily (toomuchplor )'s Carte Blanche (Chloe/Lex, Chloe/Clark/Lex).
It's byrose_emily, and if that isn't enough of a recommendation for you, then you're not one of the gazillion people who she persuaded to delurk (or, like me, actually *get* a livejournal) so they could continue reading new segments of Omiai. If you still need convincing, how about this: it has a razor sharp characterization of Chloe, trapped in a marriage of convenience to Lex in which the sex, while breathtakingly erotic, is always always confrontational and full of power games. They can't seem to connect anymore. Until, that is, the decide to connect using Clark as a conduit. At first they seem to be competing with each other for Clark's affections, but by the end...well, read the story. It's extremely hot and does *not* end up where the reader is expecting. And more than almost any other erotic story I've read, it does an amazing job of conveying character development *through* the sex scenes.
Here's a little tease:
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Lex says, cupping a breast in each hand. “I could never understand why you would choose Lana over her. Chloe’s exquisite.”
Chloe unpins her hair and shakes it down, as long and shiny and silky as Lana’s ever was. Lex lets one hand drop over the surface of her body, skimming fingers over the waistband of her underwear, and then he looks over at Clark. Chloe looks too.
Pressed up against the closed door of their bedroom, Clark is a beautiful sight to behold. All the healthy glow normally in his face is now condensed into two hectic spots of color, one in the hollow of each cheek. His bowtie is askew and he’s in his shirtsleeves, his tux jacket having been abandoned in the portrait gallery below. Just under the waist of his pants, Chloe can see the profile of his hard cock. Clark’s hands are clenched into fists, presumably to keep them from doing anything else. His eyes are wide and trapped between fear and desire.
“I’ll touch her,” Lex bargains, slipping his fingertips under Chloe’s waistband, “if you touch yourself.”
The Blast from the past rec: is "Emma Woodhouse, "In your Darkest Dreams". (Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) (sort of non-con, but not really)
"In Your Darkest Dreams" is pretty much my favorite TPM story, because it hits just about every single one of my kinks in a completely perfect way. It's an AU in which Obi-Wan has been captured by a Dark Lord of the Sith, and is pressed into sexual slavery. The twist is that the Sith Lord is Qui-Gon, who may have left the Jedi after training Obi-Wan, but still has a great deal of affection for his former apprentice. Not to mention a lot of unfulfilled desires that he has decided to act upon, now that he's no longer a Jedi master. This story is less non-con than it is D/S, though, and it's D/S with an almost whimsical tone to it.
Today's Clex rec of the day is
svmadelyn's On paper cuts and Auld Lang Syne , with a bonus rec for her "When I want, I take the wheel."I had to rec On paper cuts and Auld Lang Syne , because I really love "Clark loses his powers" stories, and when the story begins with human Clark drunk-dialing his mortal enemy, you know you're in for a fun ride. Especially when Clark barfs all over Lex's car. And rubs up against him in his bed. Will Lex take advantage of Clark's drunken condition? I guess you'll have to read to find out!
Like all of Madelyn's stories, this has wickedly funny dialogue and spot-on characterization, like the following:
“Lex--” He started, but he hiccupped at the same time, so it came out as more of a half-strangled “..x” sound. Lex’s eyes widened, but he stood away from the door, motioning for Clark to get in. Clark managed to duck his head enough, but lost his balance a little bit on the follow through. He felt a hand push him gently into the car, and he landed with an oomph on the plush seats.
“Warm.” He chattered appreciatively, disposing of his gloves to expose them to the air.
“Here, have a blanket.” Lex muttered, pulling over what seemed to be a tremendously expensive looking comforter.
“You keep this in your trunk?” Clark giggled, burrowing himself into the warm folds.
“No, I keep it on my bed.” Lex said, pulling out a thermos.
A thermos implied hot things. “Yes, yes.” Clark said, watching as Lex twisted it open. Lex looked at him quickly through hooded blue eyes, but there wasn’t snow and there wasn’t cold ground, and Clark couldn’t see his breath in the air, so all in all, this was a vast improvement, and so fast.
“Can you drink, or would you—ah, like some help with that?”
“Moving involves moving my hands from under-near-under. Underneath the blanket.” Clark told him, and maybe it was the resounding echoing chatter of his teeth that made Lex snort and pour out a cup of—cocoa! Lex had cocoa! And hold it up to Clark’s mouth.
“I knew people out there still had to make cocoa.” Clark told him confidentially, happily, in between gulps. “That’s so hot. I like it.”
“How smashed are you?” Lex asked incredulously, lifting a hand to Clark’s forehead. Clark whimpered at the warmth; it felt so good, wonderful even. He must’ve said that aloud, because suddenly Lex’s other hand was on his cheek, and Clark closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel.
“I really appreciate this, Lex.” Clark mumbled, only there was another hiccup when he said Lex’s name.
“Well. I think that answers my question.”
And here's a bonus
svmadelyn rec, because it can also be classified as a "sleeping with the enemy" story: "When I want, I take the wheel."This is futurefic, post-Rift. Clark is pursuing a bad guy and Lex is willing to help--if Clark wins at baccarat. If he loses, Clark will have to sleep with him. Just so he can get Clark out of his system, of course. And in the course of the sex, Lex discovers a secret weapon: Clark is turned on by tickling! Very fun, and it has some *fantastic* dialogue, like
"Because if I get you out of my system, I can go back to re-focusing my energy on destroying you and everything you stand for, etcetera, etcetera." Lex made listless motions with his fingers. "Haven't you noticed that I haven't been my bright, normal self these last few months? I've been thinking. We're in a rut."
"A....rut." Clark parroted.
"Yes. We're all, `I'll kill you', or `I'll drop you off this roof' or, `I'll eat your balls with a kryptonite spoon'."
"You've never said that," Clark told him faintly.
"But I've thought it a lot," Lex continued smoothly. "I haven't even been able to put together a good plot for your murder in weeks," Lex said, disgusted, picking at his trousers lightly. "Clearly, this must be rectified."
Clark made a couple of noises he hoped weren't as high-pitched as they felt to his own ears, but couldn't for the life of him string together two words.
"So. Sex for a criminal?" He managed. "That's what you're saying? I have to have sex with you, if you're going to give me a guy who's on more wanted lists than--well, you?
Lex huffed. "I hardly would put him in the same category as me. And sex for a criminal--you make it all sound so sordid. We had a bet. You lost. I'm just claiming what's mine. My boon, so to speak."
The Smallville mystery rec of the day:
rose_emily (toomuchplor )'s Carte Blanche (Chloe/Lex, Chloe/Clark/Lex).It's by
rose_emily, and if that isn't enough of a recommendation for you, then you're not one of the gazillion people who she persuaded to delurk (or, like me, actually *get* a livejournal) so they could continue reading new segments of Omiai. If you still need convincing, how about this: it has a razor sharp characterization of Chloe, trapped in a marriage of convenience to Lex in which the sex, while breathtakingly erotic, is always always confrontational and full of power games. They can't seem to connect anymore. Until, that is, the decide to connect using Clark as a conduit. At first they seem to be competing with each other for Clark's affections, but by the end...well, read the story. It's extremely hot and does *not* end up where the reader is expecting. And more than almost any other erotic story I've read, it does an amazing job of conveying character development *through* the sex scenes.Here's a little tease:
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Lex says, cupping a breast in each hand. “I could never understand why you would choose Lana over her. Chloe’s exquisite.”
Chloe unpins her hair and shakes it down, as long and shiny and silky as Lana’s ever was. Lex lets one hand drop over the surface of her body, skimming fingers over the waistband of her underwear, and then he looks over at Clark. Chloe looks too.
Pressed up against the closed door of their bedroom, Clark is a beautiful sight to behold. All the healthy glow normally in his face is now condensed into two hectic spots of color, one in the hollow of each cheek. His bowtie is askew and he’s in his shirtsleeves, his tux jacket having been abandoned in the portrait gallery below. Just under the waist of his pants, Chloe can see the profile of his hard cock. Clark’s hands are clenched into fists, presumably to keep them from doing anything else. His eyes are wide and trapped between fear and desire.
“I’ll touch her,” Lex bargains, slipping his fingertips under Chloe’s waistband, “if you touch yourself.”
The Blast from the past rec: is "Emma Woodhouse, "In your Darkest Dreams". (Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) (sort of non-con, but not really)
"In Your Darkest Dreams" is pretty much my favorite TPM story, because it hits just about every single one of my kinks in a completely perfect way. It's an AU in which Obi-Wan has been captured by a Dark Lord of the Sith, and is pressed into sexual slavery. The twist is that the Sith Lord is Qui-Gon, who may have left the Jedi after training Obi-Wan, but still has a great deal of affection for his former apprentice. Not to mention a lot of unfulfilled desires that he has decided to act upon, now that he's no longer a Jedi master. This story is less non-con than it is D/S, though, and it's D/S with an almost whimsical tone to it.
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Do you know what my absolute favourite Q/O story is? Compay Segundo. Have you read it? I just love it to bits.
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I'm a sucker for long stories and a whole lot of angst, plus, forced to have sex! just makes me swoon. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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http://smallville.slashdom.com/archive/42/wheni.html
and
http://smallville.slashdom.com/archive/39/onpaper.html
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