In Which Clark and Lex Arrive At Lana's Costume Party

By Shakespeare's Girl

Clark crawled out of the limo, stumbled, managed to keep himself upright, and turned around to help Lex.

Lex stepped gracefully onto the pavement and held out his arm to Clark. "Ready?"

Clark sighed. "How did you manage to make that look easy?"

"I've had a lifetime to perfect it," Lex said with a shrug. He reached over and linked Clark's arm through his.

Clark looked at the Talon. The beautiful old building was decorated in pumpkins and cobwebs, looking very festive. "Uh, Lex, most of Smallville is inside that building."

"I know that."

"Well," Clark hesitated. "I--it's just that, if we walk in like this, with our costumes and all, it seems like...well, they're going to start talking."

"I know that, too."

"So, you don't...mind?"

"Not at all." Lex looked carefully at Clark. "Do you mind?"

Clark looked at Lex's arm, and his own resting atop it. "I don't think so." He smiled at Lex, then looked back at the glowing building they were about to enter. "Well. This is it. The only way out is up."

"Stop being so fatalistic," Lex ordered Clark. "You know damn well you're hot as hell in that outfit."

Clark shut his mouth and grinned sheepishly.

Together, they entered the building, Clark's arm still linked with Lex's. As they entered, nearly everyone there turned to stare.

Clark and Lex looked simply stunning together. The dark beauty of the angel, and the pale intensity of the devil was enough to take the breath away. Their arms were linked casually, yet somehow, to the onlookers, it seemed perfectly clear that the demon had staked his claim on the angel.

And the angel was more than happy to fall.

A/N: Sorry about the wait. My life is really crazy right now.