Smallville Drabble
�Anywhere you go let me go too,� Lex continued with an exaggerated flourish. �Clark, that�s all I ask of you . . .�
�Lex, c�mon, stop it,� Clark muttered, definitely sure that this time, blushing would prove fatal. �Geez, that doesn�t even go. Clark. Hmph,� he grinned, trying for derisive. From the look on Lex�s face, he�d failed miserably.
�It goes fine, Clark,� Lex said, putting a curious emphasis on the name, and bumping Clark�s shoulder with his own. Clark shivered, feeling him even through two tuxedos and Lex�s ridiculously luxurious opera coat. �It�s a good name.�
�Yeah,� Clark agreed reluctantly, unwilling to admit not liking anything of his mother�s, even her maiden name. �It�s just not the stuff of song. Admit it, Lex, there aren�t many songs involving the name Clark.�
�There�s got to be at least one,� Lex said slowly, tilting his head back to watch a satellite tool by.
�Nope,� Clark returned, idly kicking the bit of fencing on which they rested. �Not one. Chloe checked for me.�
�This required research?� Lex asked. Clark could hear the raised eyebrow in his voice, and didn�t bother looking over to watch the wry motion.
�We were bored,� he shrugged. They were both silent for a time. The blinking satellite faded from view as the moon rose, three-quarters full in the east.
�I could have one composed for you,� Lex offered after a while.
�A song?� Clark blinked as if he�d just been startled from sleep. �No, thanks, Lex,� he said, laughing. �That�s the last thing the world needs.� And shook his head, grinning shyly at his dangling feet.
�It�s still a nice name,� Lex insisted. Clark looked up at him, unsure of how to answer that. Lex began humming the organ theme, and Clark laughed as he aspirated the timpani, shoving him with one shoulder.
�Would you even want to follow me if I were the phantom?� Clark scoffed, smiling broadly.
�Don�t you mean, if you were Christine?� Lex asked dryly. �Besides, I�m more phantom material than you.�
�I guess,� Clark grinned, following the path of Lex�s hand across his scalp. The skin glimmered faintly in the moonlight, and Clark just watched him for a long breath. �I�d follow you,� he whispered, eyes caught on the sleek curve of Lex�s head, the line of his jaw, the bright dark eyes when Lex turned to look at him.
�Even if I were the phantom?� he questioned, just the hint of a smile curving his lips. The scar twitched, and Clark nodded.
�Even if you took up opera,� Clark affirmed, smiling as broadly as near-human lips allowed.