Title: In His Image
Author: danceswithgary (danceswithgary@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Kal-El/Lex
Rating: NC-17 for violence, language, m/m sex
Warnings: minor character death
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 42,000
Archive: Fine, just let me know
Summary: It should have been a simple investigation. A pair of green eyes in a beautiful face changed everything.

Notes: 04/15/07 After guessing which two stories I wrote for harlequin_sv in a poll,roxymissrose wrote: wait--wait! I won a prize!! Anything that grabs you, but please, nice and SF flavored if you can?


cover by danceswithgary
screencap by goth_clark





Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. The characters of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent as well as any supporting characters are the property of their creators and DC Comics. Gough/Millar Inc and the WB Network TV own Smallville. Any deviations (or deviant behavior) from the originals, however, is mine.

Feedback is both welcome and appreciated.


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In His Image


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Falling to his knees in the dried grass, the dark-haired young man yanked at the metal collar around his neck, gasping for breath. His attempt at removal failing, his head dropped, green eyes closed in momentary defeat. Broad chest heaving with rasping coughs; he forced himself to his feet once again and stumbled forward blindly. Reaching a cluster of boulders, he was brought up short in an agonized convulsion, veins standing out across his face as well as his torso where his shirt had torn open. He fell heavily and the earth gave way beneath him, several large rocks following him down into the abyss.


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"Luthor."

The handsome black man watched as his more senior partner reached for a pen to take notes. He waited patiently as the bald man repeated an address in clipped tones and then hung up the desk phone abruptly.

"C'mon, Ross, we've got a body on the Kawatche reservation." The older man reached inside his desk drawer, pulled out his standard-issue revolver and checked it before settling it into his underarm holster. A quick check of the badge in the inner pocket of his suit and he stood, his tall lean body poised for action.

Performing his own check, the younger man frowned. "Any details, Lex?"

Walking towards the elevator, Lex shrugged. "Not really, but obviously it's suspicious enough to bring in the FBI." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a set of keys and tossed them back over his shoulder. "Here, you drive. I was up all night on that stakeout and I want to catch some sleep on the way there."

Catching the key ring just before it hit the floor, Ross grinned. "Gee, Lex, twist my arm. I mean, how come I always have to drive the Porsche?"

Standing inside the open elevator, Lex shook his head and laughed. "Just get in here, Pete, and shut up before I decide we need to take one of the sedans all the way out to Smallville."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Pete flipped Lex a quick salute right before switching it to a single finger. The elevator closed on shared laughter as the two men descended to the garage.

Part 2