Roxy, Mizz Rose

Fic title:When I Was Lost
Author name: roxy
Artist name:silvervalley
Genre: clex
Pairing and/or characters: Clark/Lex, Clark/ Bruce, Clark/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 31948

for the Smallville Big Bang Challenge 2011

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, breathplay, needle-play, underage, (simulated and implied), humiliation, blood-play(all these brief and not very graphic) prostitution
Summary: Clark has lost everything—he's lost his parents, his home, he's lost his way. Lex offers a way out of the dark--Clark hopes.

Many, many thanks to ctbn60, without your help, this wouldn't have been half as interesting as it is. Thanks so much for your good advice, for catching mistakes—any mistakes still in this are mine and not hers! *G* Thanks so much to my artist, silvervalley who really made some bold and wonderful pieces! Don't forget to leave her some love!
Thank you my flist, for being patient through all my 'woe is me' posts. Some of you have been waiting for this—I hope you like it! *grin*



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I'm feeling pretty good now about my SVBB. I think I finally got Lex and Clark. A whole section of the story just fell into my lap (as it were). I saw where I was going wrong with Lex and that helped loads. I guess I thought a story like this should be terribly angsty and it's just--not. Clark keeps coming out as a fairly together guy, a little sarcastic, a little bitter but not broken, at least, not in a typical angstfest kind of way. Or should I say roxy kind of way? Hah! Of course, the night is still young. And he does seem to be a bit into being dominated--except when he doesn't and thank you million, million times, tasabien, for setting me on the right track with your words of wisdom--something along the line of "Clark holds Lex down and fucks the hell out of him." I'm paraphrasing. *koff*

I'm still sure that I'm not going to make the deadline. They've remembered who I am at work again--oy. I'm glad for the hours because my hotpants and leopard print boots don't fit anymore and I don't think the good old USA is ready for granny porn...anyhoo, my point here was that work interferes with the writing.

HAH! ENORMOUS liar!!! SpNBB interferes--with everything! Though work is exhausting because now I'm trapped at the fitting room as per new/old policy and I have to be nice to people and pretend the stupid ones aren't stupid. I'm actually pretty good at it, I surprise myself. At any rate at the end of a long day of smiling at the painful idiocy, my face hurts and my brain hurts from trying to be nice. Or something close to it. On the up side, all that acting seems to have worked my block loose. I feel pretty creative, and I'm liking the people I'm writing about instead of barely tolerating them...*gasp*! It's almost like real life--the parallels are amazing. Except I don't day dream about having sex with any of the folks coming through the fitting room. Really, it's New Jersey; you don't get many random hot people wandering through.