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Title: Prompt 35: Angry Sex
Rating: PG
Characters: Clex
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: They never could stay angry at each other for long ...
*You will be able to find all prompts both in my memories and in my prompt chart.
Clark sighed softly to himself as he finished digging the bright blue shards of glass out of the carpet. It had been one of those nights, and one of those fights. He and Lex didn't always see eye to eye on the whole 'protect the world' thing ... Lex had gotten angry at Clark for purposely putting himself in danger, screaming that he didn't want to lose anymore loved ones.
Tonight's fight ended with a TyNant bottle flying across the room and exploding off Clark's chest, followed by a harsh round of angry make-up sex that had left the bedroom in shambles and Lex covered in bite marks and bruises.
The never could stay angry at each other long.
Clark tossed the last of the glass into the trashcan and crawled back into bed, gently pulling Lex into his arms. Lex whimpered softly, but turned into the warm embrace of his lover. Clark ran his hands over Lex's body, memorizing every bruise, every mark.
"'m sorry," Lex mumbled.
"No, you have every right to be angry," Clark said.
"Not angry ... scared," Lex murmured, prying dark blue eyes open to look at his lover.
"I will never ... never leave you," Clark promised, cupping Lex's cheek and kissing him gently.
Lex sighed and nodded. "Promise me," he whispered.
Clark blinked back tears and held Lex a bit tighter. "I promise."
Title: Prompt 5: Bondage
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Clex
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: It's all about power ...
Pitch black. Blinded by the dark purple satin.
Incapacitated. Hands and feet bound behind him with silk rope.
Mute. Penis shaped ball gag firmly in place.
The scent in the air is one of sweat ... and sex. He's not allowed to come ... not until Master says the word.
Hands gently caress his back, roaming downwards, pushing and twisting on the plug in his ass. He whimpers around the gag, trying to arch into the touch, wanting sweet release.
"My sweet boy." The voice is dark, husky, full of lust. "You're being so good ... such a good boy."
He moans as a hand slips around, wrapping around his cock and stroking gently.
"Good boys get rewarded." The voice is close, he can feel hot breath on his ear.
The hand strokes faster, harder, and he fights to keep from coming ... not until he hears ...
"Come."
With one word, he groans and spills over Master's hand, crying and shuddering.
Suddenly, hands and feet are released, the gag and plug are removed and the purple satin is tossed to the side. He opens his eyes and stares into the dark green eyes of his lover.
"My sweet boy," Clark murmurs, kissing Lex gently.
Title: Prompt 22: Leather
Rating: G
Characters: Clex
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: Gift giving before Clark's first day of college ...
Clark ran around the penthouse, trying to make sure he had everything for his first day of college at MetU. He checked his backpack a second, then a third time, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.
"You have everything?" Lex asked, coming up behind Clark and wrapping his arms around his lover.
"I think so," Clark murmured, leaning back against Lex.
"I think you missed something," Lex said, leading Clark over to the dining room where a small box sat on the table.
"Lex," Clark whispered, leaving Lex's embrace to get the box. He opened it slowly, gasping when he caught sight of the brown leather buckle wrist cuff. It reminded him of a collar, and he blushed at the symbolism.
Lex reached around and took the cuff out of the box, buckling it around Clark's left wrist almost reverently. "Just a little something to remind you who you belong to," he murmured, turning Clark's hand over to kiss the inside of his lover's wrist.
"You," Clark breathed. "I belong to you."
Title: Prompt 32: Missing
Rating: G
Characters: Clex
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: The epic 'Phoenix' scene ...
Clark loaded the last of their stuff into the moving truck. He started to close the back when he heard the sound of a distinctive motor. He turned and stared, not breathing, praying it wasn’t a dream.
Lex climbed out of the car, sunburnt and tired ... but alive.
"Lex?" Clark whispered, taking a few steps closer.
"Clark," Lex murmured, walking quickly across the gravel driveway.
Clark looked at Lex, tentatively reaching out to cup Lex's cheek, bursting into tears when his hand met warm skin.
"Shhh," Lex said, collapsing into Clark's arms. "I'm here."
"You ... you weren't," Clark said between sobs. "You were ... missing ... thought I ... lost you ... "
"You very nearly did," Lex replied, rubbing his cheek against Clark's flannel shirt, breathing in the scent of apples and fresh hay that was uniquely Clark.
Clark peppered Lex's scalp and face with wet kisses, as if trying to make up for lost time.
"Never ... ever ... again ... " he said between kisses.
Lex reached up to wipe Clark's tears. "Never," he said. "You can't get rid of me ... "
Clark sighed and pulled Lex as close as he could, wrapping his arms around the thin man. "Don't want to ... "
Title: Prompt 23: Tatterdemalion
Rating: G
Characters: Clark, Alexa
Disclaimer: Not Mine! I just like to play!
Summary: Set in my Consequences!verse ... a moment between mother and daughter ...
Clark arrived at the Montgomery School in the heart of Metropolis, his bright purple, custom Chevy Silverado with the license plate 'SPR MOM' letting everyone know who he was as he pulled into a parking spot. He slid out, adjusted his sunglasses and leaned against the truck as he waited for his daughter.
He didn't have to wait long. He soon caught sight of his daughter, her red pigtails flying as she ran towards him. "Mommy! Mommy!" she cried.
Clark looked down at her and frowned a bit. "Alexa Grace," he said. His daughter was covered in dirt from head to toe, wearing a huge smile. "What in the world happened to you?"
"Mason pushed me in the dirt," Alexa said.
Clark pulled a towel from the backseat and began to dust his daughter off. "And why would Mason do that?" he asked.
"'Cause I called him a name," Alexa said.
"Alexa Grace," Clark said, lifting his daughter and buckling her into the truck. "What have Daddy and I told you about name calling?"
Alexa bit her lower lip, raising bright green eyes to look at her mommy. "But ... I was only telling the truth," she said.
"What name did you call him?" Clark asked as he slid behind the wheel and started the truck.
"A tatterdemalion," Alexa said.
Clark looked over at his and Lex's six-year-old daughter and bit back a chuckle. "Been reading Daddy's books again?" he asked, smiling when Alexa giggled and nodded. "What did Mrs. McMahon say?"
"She said that it was very apropos, but she still made me miss second recess," Alexa said softly.
Clark bit back a smile. "Well, Daddy'll give you a bath when we get home and Cook made chocolate brownies," he said. "And then after dinner, we'll have another talk about name calling."
"Yes, Mommy,"Alexa said softly, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
