Days Go By

by dossier

Notes & Warnings

The penthouse atop the new LexCorp building had but one window out to the balcony that was rarely used. Security and safety were the keywords that described the space and his reasoning for moving in.

He had traded the security of a pile of Scottish stone and an extraordinary young man for his destiny; in the end there hadn't been a way to dovetail the two existences, the essence of dichotomy. Or had the bitter cold within like he was a curse, caused Lex to drive Clark away. On infrequent nights such as this, he allowed himself to take out the memories of that rare form, the perfection of humanity that had mocked them all with his true rarity.

The news of Clarks' exploits clothed in electric blue were common enough, Lex made sure a report of 'Superman' and his daily deeds was compiled and presented daily. A day didn't go by when Lex thought of his warm farm boy that had turned into the unthinkable. It was when Lex saw the man in blue with his own eyes that caused this meditation, the excursion out onto the balcony into Superman's own territory-the sky.

Even this high, the light contamination of Metropolis blurred and made the starry night indistinct, but Lex never looked up. His eyes scanned the familiar skyline by rote, as he pulled out the treasured memories of whispers against tawny skin, wide hazel eyes, and the drag of sated fingertips against his scalp.

It was his single indulgence, these days when he remembers there was a time when he couldn't imagine living his life without Clark.



Fandom: Smallville

Category/Rated: Slash, E

Year/Length: 2002/ ~270

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, only having fun.

Author's Notes: No beta, inspired by the song of the same name by Dirty Vegas. Really clever, huh? You know, the Mitsubishi ad with the chick in the front seat breakin' it down.

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