Fiction Game Night

Title: Game Night

Author: Restive Nature (aka Bavite)

Rating: PG (for mature seeming themes)

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Angel the Series or Smallville. They belong to others.

Genre: Crossover of Angel The Series and of Smallville

Type: Stand Alone

Timeline/ Spoilers: Season two of Angel. Just general for Smallville.

Summary: Lex has a small secret, but he’s not the only one.

A/N: This is for the TtH Fic-for All. Pairing # 876 David Nabitt/ Lex Luthor

Lex Luthor smiled as he took in the room at large. Exquisitely decorated, tasteful and upscale, it was what one would expect of his good friend, David Nabitt. And yet, Lex knew that none of the public world at large knew the real Nabitt. Of course everyone would assume and be correct in that assumption that a decorator had stepped in and arranged this room, even the entire mansion in a manner supposedly befitting a multi-billionaire. But David could care less about his surroundings. At least for the most part.

But Lex hadn’t come tonight to mull over the decoration of his friend’s domicile. No, he’d come for a much more important reason. Not even a reason, he supposed. It was more like an addiction. A craving that got the better of him at odd times. An addiction that shrouded his keen mind with its seductive lure of promised adventure and thrills.

Yes. None of his friends back in Smallville knew it, but Lex was hopelessly hooked. Even going so far as to fly around the country just to get his fix. Heeding the call any time, day or night. And David Nabitt, billionaire, humanitarian, all around eccentric, was his biggest supplier. And looking at the ecstatic visage of his friend as he conversed with another regular junkie of the whatever-illionaire club, Lex knew that he’d die before he ever let this secret get out.

Jerking his eyes away from the duo, he set about picking up the necessary tools of his addiction. Bits of paper were scattered about the coffee table at which he’d been seated at before. The slick surface of the marble item was cool beneath his hands. Not much caring for the items, now that playtime was over, Lex simply swept them into the velvet bag he set aside for the exact purpose of hiding his tools away. He pulled the drawstring tight on the royal purple bag, until the gold woven thread began to cut into his hand. Passing a hand wearily over his eyes, he then checked his gold wristwatch. It was nearing six o’clock in the morning. Lex was glad that he’d already called his pilot and chauffeur. One would be picking him up in moments, while the other would be preparing his jet for the flight back to Smallville. And he was so tired at this point, that he didn’t care which was doing which.

And finally, it was his turn to make his goodbyes. Carrying his velvet bag in one hand, his fall coat slung over the other arm, he headed towards the exit, where David was waiting.

“So did you enjoy yourself tonight Lex?” David asked solicitously. Lex was surprised that he was able to keep the usual hint of boyish enthusiasm out of his voice. In fact, he sounded a little gravelly. But Lex supposed anyone would after talking almost nonstop for the last ten hours, which David had.

“As always Nabitt,” Lex agreed mildly, though his grin was huge. It was the truth. He always enjoyed these nights.

“Did Mal mention to you that we’re meeting at his place in Rome next month?” David mentioned suddenly. Lex nodded.

“He said something about it, but he hadn’t made a specific date,” Lex admitted. It was David’s turn to nod. Lex gestured with his coat laden arm at the item in David’s free hand, taking in the habitually worn purple cape. “But that should give you enough time to figure out how to get your toys through customs.”

“Are you kidding?” David laughed, his eyes lighting up. “One should always be prepared. I’ve had a permit for this baby ever since I bought it.” He held up the sword and rattled it in a mock threatening manner. Lex held up his hands, surrendering.

“All right, all right,” he warned softly. “I should have known.”

David dropped the sword to his side and gestured with his head towards the front door. They walked companionably for a moment. “Oh,” David spoke up suddenly, causing the tired Lex to jump slightly. “Did I tell you how impressed I was at how you dealt with the Tremeraine beast I came up with?” Lex ducked his head, an embarrassed flush creeping into his cheeks.

“No man,” he smiled. “I was just glad to get us out of that one alive. And speaking of beasts, where on earth did you come up with those Skilosh demons? They’re not in any of the books?”

David regarded his friend, his eyes flashing with amusement as he bit his lip. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Lex regarded Nabitt a moment. Their nights were always thus. They were the best at what they did. All their friends admitted it. “You’re right,” he agreed at last with a chuckle. “I probably wouldn’t. But that’s always why I said you’re the best Dungeon Master ever. You’ve got all the imagination.”

David was saved from replying by the appearance of Lex’s chauffeur. He followed the black liveried employee down to the car and with a final wave, left for home.

David Nabitt stood in his doorway, musing on what his friend had just said. “Imagination?” he mused aloud. “Oh Lex, if you only knew.”