Luthors don't

--Luthors never stand to be joked on, Lex. Least of all have doubts, and merely lay them to rest!! People simply cannot lie to our faces, keep us in the dark, and walk away unpunished!! We are supposed to be the powerful ones, the ones who know everything about everyone... we are the puppeteers, not the puppets. That place is already taken by the rest of the world, and you don't belong in that paper. A Luthor doesn't belong in the fooled postion, he could be an observant, or the one to make the joke, but never the joked one. Eye per eye, Alexander... if someone tries to humiliate you, humiliate back... Know thy enemy better than you know yourself... Knowledge is power...--


God, how I hated Oliver. Ever since we met, the man had made my life a living hell... what he did to have Lionel rant to me like that, well, I just wont tell. Why?? Cause really, if Luthors can't be made a fool of, do you honestly believe we'd be willing to admit it, let alone speak of it??!! Here I was, thinking I was speaking my tale to people with half a brain....

Ok, fine, I apologize for the ill founded insult.... I might be a little on the edge, but really, it's not that bad, it's only on the inside I'm boiling, since this is a reflection of my mind, some sort of an spiritual outlet, taking out some pent up energy in a way that wouldn't so notorious, or violent. Pretty much like yoga, really. The important thing is that, boiling in the inside and all, my exterior is still as flawless and collected as ever. Even raging as I am, and you already know I am, my hands never gave the lightest shiver while serving my drink, and my face was ever so passive, my eyes a cool see of blue-gray.

But damn, am I seriously pissed off!! After nearly two years of 'frienship', many moments and episodes of true and unyeilding faith from my side, Clark still acts as though I were some stranger instead of his so called 'best friend'... best friend, my rich, white and shaped ass -well, so I love my ass, big deal, someone's gotta, right??

Anyways, getting back to Clark... farm boy is so damn irritating!! He finds himself in the oddest situations of all, comes out of the most unbelievable dangers and acts as though he hadn't even noticed, all of it to simply come out with the lamest lies and excuses anyone could ever think of!! Who does he think he's kidding, really??? Certainly not me and he knows it, he know I can see right through his lies, and he knows I have long been aware he's hiding something from me, yet all this time all I have ever done is giving him chances at spilling it out for me, all this time I have supported him throught each and every one of his troubles, extended the hand of friendship and help everytime he comes into MY HOUSE asking for something to help him solve his latest predicment. It is I who's been there, even if only morally, every damn step of the way, alway trusting, always believing, always fucking giving, always motherfucking swallowing my pride after each mess is done, cause the god damn kid would NEVER tell the TRUTH!!!!!

Really, is it so damn hard to speak the word of honesty?? It is so necessary to lie everytime anyone asks him anything?? I've seen him, it is not only me, he lies to everyone, and I mean EVERYONE: friends, mates, girlfriend, hell, thinking back to the time he threw a party the Kents are gone, he even lies to his parents!! I bet he lies to the animal population in Kent Farm, out of fear any of those would turn into a meteor freak and actually develop the ability to speak.

I don't like to stay in the dark. It's the abc of survival, the basics, really: Know all your surrounding, each person around you, know their fears, know their heart, how their mind works, what their strengths are, his weaknesses, everything!! Knowledge is power, and staying in the dark is weakness... know your enemy better than you know yourselve.

Getting real, Clark is most defenitely not my enemy. My enemy is that damn obsession he's got at lying to me, at trying to make a fool out of me. My enemy, is that stupid thing, whatever it is, that makes Clark mistrust me.and not tell me whatever it is he's hiding.

I hate it. I hate to feel like this: joked, lied, humilliated, fooled... manipulated. It makes me feel like a kid again, I can almost hear the other children making fun of me, of Oliver Green tricking me into... I don't deal with mockery well, and Clark is most defenitely mocking me, or trying to, for that matter, everytime he comes up with those stupid stories about how the situations in which he gets himself into occured.

He says I'm his best friend, right now, he's saying it, and I thank all the years of tough love from Lionel, for without them I would've surely jump him on the spot.

"Really, Clark?? I'm your best friend??" I ask, giving him the most piercing gaze I can master. He senses it, I can see it in the way he slighyly flinches, how he just barely opens his mouth before shutting it again. He's good at body control, he can pretty much hide any emotion in his body, but his face... that's another story, light features betray his lies: his nose flares when he's angry or shocked, his mouth always hints out exactly what he's thinking, but his eyes are the most trecharous gesture, such green pool of emotion, so clear and untrue as foolish the lies coming out of his mouth would be. For someone without experience, Clark's lies are very well backed, even the stupidest ones, due to his body language and almost perfect face control, But I am Luthor, reading people is an essential in my life, I can perfectly read anyone who'd cross my path, I trained myself to be able to read them.

Therefore, even BEFORE Clark had anything, I knew that sooner or later, a lie was at the order of this conversation.

"Yeah, Lex" he says, his green eyes lighting up, his mouth turning into a big grin. He's telling the truth, I can tell, it was only the question which had shocked him. It stills surprises me how he has the audacity to say to my face I'm his best friend.

"I'm glad, Clark... cause I also consider you quite close to me, my friend... my only friend... what is this I heard once... oh, yeah... a true friend, always trusts, and believes... That means I'm a true friend, because I trust and believe in you, Clark. You can count on what you asked, I'll have those papers in an hour or so" What the hell could Clark farm boy Kent want with experiments going on in Belle Reve??

"Thanks, Lex... I owe you yet another one" He says, with a shy smile and a with his good boy attitude. Looking at him from behind my desk, I can almost feel the anger diminishing, going away from my body, to be replaced by the warmth of Clark´s happiness, specially since it is caused by me.

"May I ask why do you need such documents?? I never thought you'd be one interested in psichological issuess, specially from people you know nothing of?"There it is. The light mouth opening, how his face pales just a bit, his hands tensing just lightly, and his eyes turning just a shade darker, before drifting away, braking eye contact with me. Something about Clark when he lies, is that he brakes the eye contact with you, if only for a moment, before laying down his lies on you.

"Well, I..." Oh, come on, Clark... you're not even trying!! "Lex, I can't tell you" Well, this is a shock. he's being truthful, for once. Not very enlighting or clarifying, but truthful nonetheless.

Nerviously, Clark rubs his hands against his jeans, a habit I've seen him develop and I am most defenitely intenting to ick out of him one of these days. Nerviousism doesn't become Clark.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. It's something private, and complicated. And I can't say, really. If I could, I would, I swear I wou-"

"It's alright, Clark." I calm the rant, reaching out for him, the simple feeling of my reassuring hand seems to relax, because he takes a deep breath. "I know that no matter how deep two people can bond, there are things which are simply too personal to speak of. I appreciate the fact that you just simply said 'I cant' tell' rather than trying to deceive me." He tenses up. Just a bit. If I hadn't been touching him, I would've never noticed. I guess Clark's more sensible than I had ever thought, therefore my words, masked as they are, hint him anyways. I make a mental note to go softer on him from now on.

"I'll tell you, Lex. Someday. I swear"

"You don't have to say things you don't want to, Clark. That's why very human has the bless of free will for." I calmly say, and kicking myself mentally for what I am about to say. "If you ever tell me anything personal someday, I'd like the reason behind the confession to be something that grew out of you, not because you feel forced to say anything"

Then, I mentally pat myself in the back, for the smille blossoming in Clark's face was so completely genuine, I almost didn't get the purr surging out of my chest in check. Its simply overwhelming how this boy can always make me forget myself.

"Thanks, Lex." And then, as though some sort of kick in the groin, I find myself wrapped in his arms.

What a pair of arms. I didn't know Clark coudl be so strong. Masculine, I can feel the muscles just under the clothes, his breath on my right ear, his hair tickling my scalp, an amazing heat envelops me, and I suddenly come to the realization that said heat it's Clark's. Purely Clark: Warm, fresh and pure, like a spring breeze, full of life and innocence, smelling of fresh hay and nature, just over the musky scent of a man that's never wore a expensive cologne, but of raw macho man. Macho and spring, who ever thought such a thing could happen. A total mistery, completely Clark. "You're the best, man"

He joyfully says, the weight of uncertainty off his shoulders, and he stands, leaving that damn scent drilling its way into my nostrils, toying with me, the world now seems like a very cold place, much colder than before, now that I have felt Clark's warmth. "I gotta go. Dad's waiting for me to do something at the farm, don't know what, but I'll be back for you-know-what. I numbly nod. "Are you mad??"

I sharply look up, to him, he looks worried and troubled once more, hands in his pocket, like a child who knows has done something wrong, just waiting for the uncoming punishment. Fuck, I gotta stop thinking.

"Bout the hug, I mean? Cause, you know... I don't think our friendship has ever reached the... phisically expresional level. That didn't come out right." Tell me about it, now I'm just thinking how very 'phisically expressive' we could get. His tongue, so pink, sweeps over his upper lips, so damn kissable, before he catches his lower lips with his teeth, damn how I'd like to bite those just like that... "I got carried away, in the moment and all... I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Lex"

Uncomfortable?? Nah, not a bit uncomfortable... just shocked. Very shocked. Why the fuck hadn't I noticed Clark Kent was sex personified?!?!?!

"It's nothing, Clark... you just caught me by surprise, that's all... I don't mind one bit you hugging me." That's it, Lex... Keep the eye contact and your legs crossed... maybe he won't noticed the raging erection between your legs, and would just leave so you can jerk off to your heart's content. "It shows how much our friendship has developped"

"Uff!" Clark lets out a nervious laugh, I let out a breath, feeling my hard on subside some. Clark took a hold of his glass, takes a sip of his orange juice, a drop scapes, he catches it with his TONGUE... ok, screw getting back on control, hard-on's back with a vengeance!! "That's great... well, I gotta go, cause, you know... dad"

And he dissapears, makes one of the fastest scapades I have ever seen. I quickly stand, lock the study doors and shut down all the cammaras in it, then lay on the couch, my head resting on the the corner Clark always sits down on... and close my eyes, barely catching that fresh, musky scent once more, images of physical expressionism fill my wicked head.

He found out. I cannot believe he found out about the room I kept with all the data on him. The look he gave me. I knew what he´d say before he said it: I betrayed his trust. I had been so close to getting what I wanted: Clark Kent, completely secretless, after that night I new he'd come to me sooner or later, but I knew he'd come, I could feel it. It was only a matter of patience, of playing my time, and not letting him notice he's been hunting my mind ever since he held me in his arms.

But now... it's all ruined, there is no way he'd ever trust me, hell, he barely even let me talk to him. I betrayed his trust, and he found out, and when he walked out of the manor, I couldn't feel anymore torn, caught up between my pride and my wounded sense of friendship. It had all gone down the drain.

It was hard to get him back onto talking to me, I had to do anything not to just go down my knees and beg for forgiveness, but in the end, another chance was given, and it was all worth it, just to see him visit me for no reason again, even if less constantly. I gav ehim proofs, proofs I was investigating him no more, I know those wouldn't help much, but at least it would kick off the easing our differences process. Our frienship, though a little muffled, seems to be growing slowly back again, and that's a great relief.

Standing here, in this room I nearly lost my one true friend, looking at the remains of my car I make a choice: If I have to choose between staying in the dark and be made a fool of, or save my friendship with Clark, farm boy beats Luthor pride by a long run.

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Next chapter: Luthors don't fall in love

C:that´s it, no comment sesson??
CK: Oh, drop it, Clark... I´m not in the mood.
C: You´re just jealous cause Lex gets off by just smelling, while you could lap dance on him, and you could never even get him hard
CK: i´m not in the mood, Clark!!
C: jealous, jealous.... nanananana!!!!
L: Clark, i think you shold drop it
C: No, she deserves it for being such a bicth to her characters... leaving unfinished fics...
CK: Get him away from me, Lex... I don't feel well... Don´t wanna hurt him
C: Too bad, you couldn't hurt me even if you wanted to...
CK: Really??
C: Yeah!!!
*ck´s brow knittes, concentrated*
C: the hell are you doin?? ur gonna glare at me to death??
CK: i just figured.... this is my mind... so, everything I think, goes....
C*very nerviously*: So??
CK: So... I could have Lex killed in the next chapter
L: Wait, so HE screws up, and I get to pay??!?!
C: You won´t save your beloved?!??!
L: fuck beloved, I wanna get to my thirties... Ck, don´t listen to him
C: You´re gonna pay for this... you´ll see... *walks off... L n' Ck look at each other*
CK: So... who was he threatning, really??
L: Don't know.. but we should be careful...
CK: Careful?!?!? Is Clark Kent, the moron wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone his BELOVED or me, who owns the mind he's currently staying at...
L: Have you seen the guy on Red K??
CK: holy fuck, we´re dead...
L: Presicely....
CK: But, really, it´s no big deal, I mean... we´ll be fine..
L: Yeah... totally.
CK Exactly.... yeah..
CK n' L: Clark!!! Wait, we´re sorry!!!!