Smallville fic - Vampire-Lana/Clark
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order_of_chaosBloody hell. I think this comes under the category of NaNoWriMo procrastination.
Fandom: Smallville.
Title: Blood
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
order_of_chaos
Blame placed on:khohen1 Part of The Clana Movement - OOC Clark/Lana crack.
Pairing: Vampire-Lana/Clark
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP
Warnings: Sadistic/Masochistic (kind of), but hey - no angst. Blood. Sex. Het (I wrote het?). Can be taken as crack. This might help your sanity, but maybe not.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *backs away* Really not mine.
***
Lana kissed him furiously, her fangs sinking into his lower lip, and god, she could hurt him and make him like it. He hadn’t been hurt nearly enough in his lifetime – not physically. He needed it, to balance out the emotional thorns. Clark whined helplessly, opening his mouth to her as she slid her tongue inside, twisting it avidly around his own. She smiled against his lips, sweetly, and pushed him away. His eyes were hazy, unfocussed, and “Lana, please,” he breathed, “Don’t go, don’t…”
She tapped her finger against his lips, reprovingly. “Patience, baby.” She dragged her shirt up over her head and cast it to one side. Her jeans followed. “These are some of my favourite clothes, that’s all. I won’t have you shredding them.”
Clark blushed red. “I only did that once.”
She stepped out of her panties and kicked them out of the way, then threw her bra after them. “Once too often, Clark.” She bounced, once, just to watch him watching as her breasts bounced with her, and oh... he could turn redder. She hadn’t thought that was possible. She moved forward and laid one hand, palm flat, against his chest. “Strip,” she commanded.
Clark blurred in his haste to obey, so fast that even she couldn’t follow it. His clothes were scattered and he was standing before her again in the blink of an eye, wearing nothing at all except that blush, and the air of untainted innocence that clung no matter what she did to him.
“Perfect, Clark. You’re so pretty like this.” She rubbed her chest against his, and he groaned. “Now hold still, and don’t move, no matter what I do to you.”
Clark froze mid plea, his muscles tense as he forced himself to stop trembling.
“Unless I make you move,” Lana added. She slammed his head to one side and bit deep into his shoulder, drawing his blood into her eagerly. When she pulled back her eyes were glowing a bright, molten gold, and a trickle of red blood was running slowly down her chin. She wiped it off with one finger and licked it, her pink tongue curling around the tip. Clark’s eyes were a mix of panic and please, please Lana, anything, begging, but he held still. She circled him, running her hands over his smooth skin. Her fingernails left red welts down his back, and her mouth followed them, soothing. Around again, teasing his nipples with alternating gentle strokes and brutal pinches, and finally her teeth, piercing right through them. She backed off, flicking her fingers sharply across his aching cock. Clack wailed, bucking into her hand.
“Bad boy.” She caught his erection and twisted until he stopped moving, then let go. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?” Clark stared at her, his eyes wild.
“Do you like that, precious?” She slapped him roughly and he swayed. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” Clark whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like you… touching me. Hurting me.”
Lana grinned, her tongue brushing back and forth across her fangs. “Oh, Clark. Whatever will I do with you?”
“Anything,” he blurted. “Anything, please.”
“Whatever you say, baby.” Lana pounced, knocking him roughly to the floor. Anything meant thrusting her fingers into his asshole with only his blood as a lubricant, slamming herself down on his cock at the same time and holding him motionless until he screamed for her to move. Anything meant tearing ribbons of flesh from his chest and his mouth, forcing him into kisses that would have suffocated a normal human being and feeling his cries vibrate through her. Anything meant clenching down around him and stabbing those fingers into his prostate – pushing his self-control until he snapped and fucked her as hard and fast as only he could.
It meant collapsing afterwards, dizzy and sated, with Clark draped over her like a living blanket, grinning a shaky version of his goofy teenager expression.
It meant they were who they were, and it didn’t matter if that wasn’t human, it was still good.
Fandom: Smallville.
Title: Blood
Author:
order_of_chaosBlame placed on:
khohen1 Part of The Clana Movement - OOC Clark/Lana crack.Pairing: Vampire-Lana/Clark
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP
Warnings: Sadistic/Masochistic (kind of), but hey - no angst. Blood. Sex. Het (I wrote het?). Can be taken as crack. This might help your sanity, but maybe not.
Disclaimer: Not mine. *backs away* Really not mine.
***
Lana kissed him furiously, her fangs sinking into his lower lip, and god, she could hurt him and make him like it. He hadn’t been hurt nearly enough in his lifetime – not physically. He needed it, to balance out the emotional thorns. Clark whined helplessly, opening his mouth to her as she slid her tongue inside, twisting it avidly around his own. She smiled against his lips, sweetly, and pushed him away. His eyes were hazy, unfocussed, and “Lana, please,” he breathed, “Don’t go, don’t…”
She tapped her finger against his lips, reprovingly. “Patience, baby.” She dragged her shirt up over her head and cast it to one side. Her jeans followed. “These are some of my favourite clothes, that’s all. I won’t have you shredding them.”
Clark blushed red. “I only did that once.”
She stepped out of her panties and kicked them out of the way, then threw her bra after them. “Once too often, Clark.” She bounced, once, just to watch him watching as her breasts bounced with her, and oh... he could turn redder. She hadn’t thought that was possible. She moved forward and laid one hand, palm flat, against his chest. “Strip,” she commanded.
Clark blurred in his haste to obey, so fast that even she couldn’t follow it. His clothes were scattered and he was standing before her again in the blink of an eye, wearing nothing at all except that blush, and the air of untainted innocence that clung no matter what she did to him.
“Perfect, Clark. You’re so pretty like this.” She rubbed her chest against his, and he groaned. “Now hold still, and don’t move, no matter what I do to you.”
Clark froze mid plea, his muscles tense as he forced himself to stop trembling.
“Unless I make you move,” Lana added. She slammed his head to one side and bit deep into his shoulder, drawing his blood into her eagerly. When she pulled back her eyes were glowing a bright, molten gold, and a trickle of red blood was running slowly down her chin. She wiped it off with one finger and licked it, her pink tongue curling around the tip. Clark’s eyes were a mix of panic and please, please Lana, anything, begging, but he held still. She circled him, running her hands over his smooth skin. Her fingernails left red welts down his back, and her mouth followed them, soothing. Around again, teasing his nipples with alternating gentle strokes and brutal pinches, and finally her teeth, piercing right through them. She backed off, flicking her fingers sharply across his aching cock. Clack wailed, bucking into her hand.
“Bad boy.” She caught his erection and twisted until he stopped moving, then let go. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?” Clark stared at her, his eyes wild.
“Do you like that, precious?” She slapped him roughly and he swayed. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” Clark whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like you… touching me. Hurting me.”
Lana grinned, her tongue brushing back and forth across her fangs. “Oh, Clark. Whatever will I do with you?”
“Anything,” he blurted. “Anything, please.”
“Whatever you say, baby.” Lana pounced, knocking him roughly to the floor. Anything meant thrusting her fingers into his asshole with only his blood as a lubricant, slamming herself down on his cock at the same time and holding him motionless until he screamed for her to move. Anything meant tearing ribbons of flesh from his chest and his mouth, forcing him into kisses that would have suffocated a normal human being and feeling his cries vibrate through her. Anything meant clenching down around him and stabbing those fingers into his prostate – pushing his self-control until he snapped and fucked her as hard and fast as only he could.
It meant collapsing afterwards, dizzy and sated, with Clark draped over her like a living blanket, grinning a shaky version of his goofy teenager expression.
It meant they were who they were, and it didn’t matter if that wasn’t human, it was still good.
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Date: 2005-11-04 05:21 am (UTC)Wow.
I Think it is crack. Or at least you were on crack... ;)
Het, but hot.
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Date: 2005-11-04 10:52 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-11-04 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-04 10:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-04 12:08 pm (UTC)I have no clue about the characters you wrote about, but OMGfuck. That was hot. Not only because I'm a sucker for bloodplay.
*fans self*
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Date: 2005-11-04 09:55 pm (UTC)That's Clark Kent (Superman when he was a teenager), and Lana Lang, his highschool sweetheart. And they're both as out of character as they could possibly be while still having the same names.
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Date: 2005-11-05 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-05 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-04 05:44 pm (UTC)The dirty wrongness of it all...is just so right.
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Date: 2005-11-04 05:52 pm (UTC)So Bad, It's Good
Date: 2005-11-13 09:17 pm (UTC)Re: So Bad, It's Good
Date: 2005-11-13 11:11 pm (UTC)