Jack's House of Buggery

So Sarah T (yes, the Sarah T who maintains marvelfic_index and Level Three) was musing earlier today about the sameness of recent Smallville fic. I wouldn't know; I still watch Smallville when there's a new ep, but I lost interest in participating in the fandom or even reading the fiction some months ago.

"Couldn't [Clark and Lex] at least smooch in Atlantis, or in a nano-submersible in somebody's bloodstream, or something?" Sarah asked. She HAD to ask.

( Clearly I doomed myself when I said, just this afternoon, that I'd probably never write SV again. )

Title taken from Edwin Arlington Robinson's "Pasa Thalassa Thalassa" -- "The sea is everywhere the sea."

Story originally posted in a comment on Sarah's LJ here.

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Jenn asked for this pairing. And well, that was awhile ago, but she promised to write a pairing of my choice in exchage, and promptly rejected the first two pairings I asked for, which kinda wasn't the best goad for me to get off my procrastinating arse. The story also answers Tham's Licking Challenge, though it's rather past deadline.

Heartfelt thanks to Bex and Erica for their beta aid, to Lina for her invaluable dialogue assist, and to Te for helping get that one stubborn clause to finally work. Other author's notes follow the story.


( Parhelion )


and there's more to be had


Edited to add:

Final version posted at Smallville Slash Archive here on 23 November 2003.

Also, since I've been asked about the title: Google is your friend, as is YourDictionary.com

And I will answer feedback comments, really! Ack. I can't believe I forgot this story was here.

Waaay over the deadline, but here's my answer to this week's "goodbye" challenge over at wednesday100:


"Farewell"

Jor-El stands beside me, pontificating. He loves making pompous, portentious speeches, and this is the opportunity of his lifetime.

"You carry with you the hope and destiny of our entire planet, my son."

He drones sonorously on; eventually I stop listening. I've heard it all before. Hours of his lectures are programmed into the vehicle he's built, but no machine could relay my love to Kal-El, or my grief over having to abandon him.

Jor-El finally finishes. I watch the tiny craft that cradles our child rise into the sky until its glint of reflected light is lost among the stars.



would you like some smut with that?

Okay, it's rather over the proper length -- 250 words instead of 100 -- but! It fits this week's wednesday100 island challenge, and follows "Exodus" without spoiling anything that's happened in season 3 (for people like kittyfisher who don't get new eps promptly), and addresses seperis Jenn's consternation about the way RedK is working this time around (that link leads to many spoilers), and uses all the words andariell gave me to write into her birthday fic: transparent, grate, broken, snarl. I can perhaps be forgiven for going over, I hope...

Title by U2.
( Comments )

"These City Walls"

The rain started just outside the city. Clark drove aimlessly through Metropolis all night, getting soaked. Leather jacket stiffened, t-shirt nearly transparent, he felt like something out of Pete's spring break video stash. Yesterday he'd felt drawn here, like he somehow belonged in Metropolis, but the feeling evaporated, or maybe washed away in the rain.

A flash overhead: skyscrapers reflecting the lightening sky. Metropolis was waking, traffic welling in the drenched streets, and the harsh sounds and echoes were starting to grate. Not that he missed the boring crickets and lowing cows of Smallville. The light at the next intersection turned amber; Clark slowed, stopped. In the middle of the street, under a broken DON'T WALK sign, a girl in a pastel business suit stood on an island of sidewalk, vehicles flowing around her. When the light changed, she was still stranded. He wasn't rescuing her, he told himself, just getting that little business skirt to ride up when she climbed behind him. Clark paused at the kerb beside her, opened his mouth, then noticed the headline screaming from a Daily Planet box. Newlywed Luthors Lost At Sea?

Honks and shouts from drivers he cut off clamored behind Clark as he sped away. Lex had gone through with it after all. And now... Nobody ever survived plane crashes. Clark's hand caught in a snarl pushing through his damp hair. Just as well he'd sworn off playing hero.

Pete's secret fear was dying a virgin. The idea had never sounded so good.



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The Clark/Louis story I started in chat the other night is still in progress, for those who might be wondering.

Jenn asked for mistletoe stories.

There's going to be a party at the Luthor estate.

No Uncommon Sentiment is up at Level Three.

It's also here:

( No Uncommon Sentiment )

a PSG psg_productions Production

Author's notes:

I can't stop you from reading subtext into this story, but I didn't put it there. For once.

Thanks to Te for letting me pester her into beta'ing this (closed course, professional driver, do not attempt); any remaining errors, omissions or awkwardness are mine. Thanks to Jenn for asking for mistletoe fic, thus inspiring the story into existence. Thanks to Isilya for the title, and the rest of the PSG for their encouragement.

more fiction here

not quite finished yet, as I reached my "eep! must get offline NOW" point, too. sorry, erica -- will get back to it asap, which unfortunately will still be at minimum 4 hours from now. edit: still not finished. sigh. mulling "Ruby-Throated" for a title.

( needs title... and an ending )

thanks to pearl_o for the concept and push- er, enabling; to Jess dammitcarl for saving the story from oblivion when AIM laid down Murphy's law on me; and to them, Val grrleloquence, slodwick, isilya, Caro linabean, and jcalanthe for audiencing me through this far.

I wrote this awhile back... it still needs to be betaed, but damnit, when thamiris wants masturbationfic, she should not be disappointed.

( He doesn't need to be doing this. )

So slodwick made me yet another wonderful new icon, with the most fabulously creepy Lex/Lionel manip on it, and a Luthorworthy quotation from the Bard. And as I stared at it this morning in rapt admiration... it started telling me a story.

Slod, this is for you.

( Naked Villainy )

other fiction on my LJ

I owe fanfiction survey results, yes, I know. I've been working on them, honest, but it takes time (plus I'm ridiculously anal, which hardly expedites matters). But! In my own defence, I've been writing. And inciting others to write.

So the one that's actually been draining my time isn't done, yet. I may post part of it later in the week. In the meantime,


The Smallville Slash Short Story You Already Know

They were just sitting in the loft, like a thousand other times, and he grinned at Lex's latest quip, holding his gaze maybe a moment too long, when suddenly, finally, Lex kissed him; and before Clark knew it his jeans were around his ankles and he was coming in Lex's mouth; and when the white-out cleared he was on his back on the couch, two of Lex's fingers in him, stretching, then three, then Lex slid into him and fucked his virgin ass until he was screaming Clark's name and shooting hot hot semen inside him; and then he held Lex while they both cried; and somehow all their secrets came out; and they slept in each others' arms.

The end.


Lookit that, so short it didn't need a cut-tag.

And yes, I am quite, quite mad.