Luthors don't

Luthors don't fall in love, Part 1.


Alright, people, this is OFFICIALLY a humor fic from now on, I just noticed how this thing goes form funny to hot and to funny back again, so I'm officially stating it among the humor/romance area.

*groaning* I don't own anything, thank you very much for asking ¬_¬



Clark's head turns to me, he's exhausted from the recent orgasm, but still willing to go on, so I kiss him, his mouth is so sweet, like ambrosia and sin combined, not mortal or earthly. His hands grip the desk, and after moments of soft moaning into my mouth, he brakes the kiss. "Take me, Lex..." He whispers, moving his upper body forward, to rest on the desk, perfect, round ass high in the air. "Please, take me"

Gods, Clark is so hot when he begs, it's like winning against all odds, you never get tired of doing it. I'll never get tired of hearing Clark beg.

Licking my scarred upper lip, I lose my hold of his cock, and move it back, to his round buttocks. He's already prepared, I made sure of it while jerking him off against the desk, and my cock simply aches for diving into his lucious body.

I take a buttock per hand, squeezing them in my grap, toying them some, golden mounds alluring me into dark desires, and nearly purr as Clark moves back, moaning at the possessive caress. Possessive indeed, he's got no idea how mine I considere him, I almost can't take anyone touching him, not even his friends, though I tolerate his parents, forobvious reasons.... I rather have him like this, bent over my desk, ready to be fucked by me.

Slowly, I guide myself to his tight rosette, a light pressure stops me, he's so tight that even after preparing his anal sphinter won't give completely, but after a light push, I'm in him. Just in, barely, but I already groan at the heat his body encases me with, how Clark's channel accepts me, then seems to want to swallow my shaft, then choke it. So good, hot, wet and perfect. I have to take my time to breath in, more to get myself under control than for Clark's benefit.

"Gods, please, just move..." Clark says, pushing back. So impacient, he's never liked to wait, but that's perfect, I can't wait to move either.

Slowly, I began a soft pace, for adjusment purposes, shallow thrusts to reacquaintenc eour bodies. All too soon, Clark grows desperate, and he starts moving back, a gasp dropping from his mouth as I brush against that blessed bundle of nerves in him, his inner walls tightening whenever I touch it.

"More... faster, harder, deeper... damn it, Lex, stop fucking teasing!"

"As you wish" I merely manage to say, increasing the tempo, groaning as Clark catches up with it, moving in time with my thrutst. I grasp his hips, taking control of the situation, and pound into him for all that's worth, bathing on his cries of passion, his sweets sounds of delight, his body quickly drives me to a frenzy, taking me all in, receiving me so delisiously, then not wanting to let me move back, almost trapping me in its tight heat.

"Clark. So hot, so perfect, love..." Our bodies meet, in a wet and hot dance as old as the world itself, but much more primal and intense than anything which has ever greeted the world. Right now, I feel he's so mine, I'm his.

"Don't stop.. please, don't- God, yes.. So close--" He screams my name, and the combination of it and the tightening of his delicious channel are my doom, his inner walls convulse erratically around me, and my world turns into a spiral of red and white, into tense muscles and blissful silence, into Clark Kent's out of this world ass milking my seed into his body....

I sat up, and I'm not in my study, nor is Clark SexGod Kent bent infront of me, just me in my room... and a wet patch on my brand new silk fucking sheets!! I take a deep breath, trying to calm my surging rage. I don't really give a fuck about the sheets, not at all, I'm just frustrated over the fact that, for the fifth night on a road, I've awoken at 4 am, after a wet dream about Clark Kent, and the stained sheets to prove it. I feel like a fucking teenager, dreaming about a hot guy I've been pinning after for months... Months!! Really, never has it taken me so long to seek out someone whose called my attention, but this is Clark Kent, and nothing which I've considered normal applies to him.

Laying back down on my bed, I close my eyes, and thrown an arm over them. I just wish I could just have my way with the darn farm boy and get this obsession out of my system.

-- Don't you ever dare say that again, do you understand me, Lex?!?!?!Luthors don't fall inlove, we do not let our passions rule us, or let them get in our way!! Because of that little tramp you fell into a second place in your math class. A second place, Lex!! For which reason?? For a foolish girl who got your attention?? Are you to ruin your future for such a void reason?? Understand this, Alexander... Love is overrated, it does not exist in our vocabulary, for all it does is distract the mind and delay us from reaching our goals. Love is a psicological infection which must be erraticated from your life, should you wish to be a true weilder of the Luthor name!! Find a smart girl who would understand your duties are always first, who would see the world in a resemblance to how we see it, produce all the heirs you wish, and do as you will afterwards, but NEVER succumb to such a great insult to the bright minds as love--

Melissa had been my first girlfriend, first kiss, and first everything else you could posibly think of... I loved her, or at the least I thought I did, for I just couldn't stay away from her too long, nor could she stay away from me... but, as everything good in my life, my father made sure our romance was short lived. He kept his nose out of my teenage relationship, until my grades reached his hands and I he became aware I have fallen to a second place in math, Lionel had especifically asked to have my grades compared to everyone in my classes, and to also show the place I was rated in that month.

Two days later, he gave me this speech, just when I said I loved her. Foolish me, I should've better said I just didn't care about my future or something or the sort, that way I wouldn't have had Lionel's eyes on my love life the way he's had them; I don't think there's been a single girlfriend, fling, affair, friend with benefit or even light atraction I've ever had with a girl which Lionel doesn't know about after what happened with Melissa.

Thankfully, he hasn't gone much the homosexual part of my love life, partly becuase I've kept it very quiet and low profiled, but mostly becuase he believes my time sleeping with other men was just a phase on my rebellion times, only used to piss him off, since for a time I've never been with a man and all my relationships had been with the female gender... or so he believes.

There's a difference between sleeping with a man or a woman, but believe it or not, the difference is much more psicological than it is physical: women, wonderful as they all are, tend to believe sex has to two main, though not exclusive, purposes: one is to demostrate love and care for a significant other, and the other, is to get something they want. Now, this is not an almighty fact. I repeat, I do not believe AAALLLLLLLLLL women think as such, blessed female rebellion, but most of them do.

A man, on the other hand, sees sex as something you do for THREE sole, yet not exclusive, purposes: one, to demostrate you liking and care for a significant other; two, if you're really good at it, to TRY TO CONVINCE someone of doing what you want; and three.... to just have some fucking fun. Literally. Thus, my liasions with the same gender, far from being non-existent, are simply short-lived, yet constant and uncompromised.

Then, since all good things come to an end, came Clark Kent. Clark Kent, and his Greek God body, where every muscle is developped, every part of his anatomy looks good enough to sate your hunger on; Clark Kent and his golden skin, tight over perfect muscles, but soft and ticklelish to the touch; Clark Kent and his ebony hair, which always smells like oranges, fresh and pure as nature itself; Clark Kent and his brilliant smile, of white teeth that make you want to be bitten, of pink, full, kissalbe lips that would only look even hotter after being throughoutly ravished and explored; Clark Kent and his oh so green eyes, that you could drown yourself in if you're not careful enough... Clark Kent and his fucking obssession with being too god damn careful around me, ever since he found out about that damn room I had with all the information I had on him!!!

Cursed be the day I choose to have that room in the castle, and not under twelve floors of basement in a top secret Luthor Corp facility, specially made for Clark Kent investigation purposes in the middle of the Sahara Dessert!!! Or, if I had actually liked the cold, in the Artic. Then again... somehow I think he'd just find the damn room anyways.. I don't know how he does it, but everything I DON'T want him to see, he finds and realizes it, and all I DO want him to see, he just never notices it exists.

"Hey, Lex!!" Speaking of the devil... Clark enters the room, a grin plastered on his face, he looks as though he has won the lottery, but I am sure the reason for his happiness is something so much simpler than that. Clark seems to find happiness in the little things, something I envy and admire in him. "Guess what??"

"Smallville Crows' very own major star is getting a scholarship in Met-U" I state, and see his grin falters some, but then rebirth with new enthusiasm.

"I guess you're well informed of the going ons in town" He jokes, crossing his arms, his pectorals raising by the gesture, red t-shirt just little tighter than in had been before. God, I gotta stop noticing things on him. Instead of indulging in the desire to stare, I laugh, going to get me a drink; If the staring when he's not looking are a clue, then this drinking habit must scream 'I want you'... really, getting a glass of whisky while he's around is only a technique I've developped: everytime I notice something aorusing about him, which is pretty much anything he does, I turn to get a drink, so I won't look at it until I get myself under control.

"It's simple logic, Clark. Lana's dating Jason, so she's out of the question, your parents haven't won the lottery for it hasn't come out on the newspaper, which I read everyday; it's not harvest time, so you can't be excited about the farm's incomes, and grades are not up yet, so you can't know if you're the best of the class or anything... the only thing left is futbol, and your amazing abilities at it. Simple art of deduction." Oh, his look. The look on his face, it's priceless, he's caught up bettween shock and laughter. Where's a cammara when you need it?? In every corner of the room, actually, so I can indulge myself in admiring him later.

"Did you have anything to do with it, Lex??" He suddenly asks, laughter forgotten, seriousness taking his place. "Is this another technique to get closer to me??"

I sigh. So we're back to that. Fantastic. Why must all good things come to an end, we were havig such a great time just now...

"I have long accepted my influences wouldn't make our relationship be as it once was, Clark, but I appreciate the vow of mistrust, it's good to know you think I wouldn't give up trying futile attempts" Even with the neutral tone of my voice, anyone could pick up the sarcasm in my words, so it's no surprise to see Clark visibly flinch, like a child which has just been chastined for something. So very sensitive, uniquely delicious. "It's not in me to repeat past mistakes, Clark, so don't worry, you got the scholarship on your own personal merits."

"I-" What is it about Clark and stuttering?? Everytime there's a situation he doesn't find himself comfortable with, he starts stuttering. Yet another habit I have to kick out of him.

"It's alright, Clark. I understand you must still find it hard to trust me, I was only suprised at your assumptions. I apologize if my words were a little too harsh" I take a drink of my whisky, feeling it burn its way down my throat, then lay the glass to rest on the table, and walk up to Clark, until we are mere inches apart. I feel as though I were challenging him, standing close, not friends, yet not enemies, it almost feels as if we were on a duel fo the Wild Wild West kind. "I wold love it if we were as joined as we were, but I assure you, I won't try to get your trust back in a way you wouldn't accept"

"I'm glad" He says, and I can almost feel his breath on my face, the tension between us. I love this moments, when we don't really know what's going on, if we'd go back to the eased frienship we had, or onto being further away from the other, the emotions going rampant, a clear uncertainty just floating in the air, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, as if electricity was moving bettween us, alerting all of our sense. i know he feels it too, I can see it in all the passion in those green eyes... it only needs the sweat and the cum to be a perfect sexual scenario, this... vibes are as pumped with adrenaline as sex itself.

"So, I take it you're accepting the scholarship, given the display of total glee" I step away from him, braking the connection, not daring just yet to take my chances with it, and move to the pool table, hand outstreched, inviting him to a game. Smiling, he walks behind me, ready to join in the game I had been preparing just before he got here.

"I don't know, Lex, I think I'll just see what they have to offer me, then I'll make a desicion. You start." He says, grabbing his stick. I mentally slap myself: Lex, stop thinking about things you shouldn't.... Well, it's not my fault he always grabs the same one. Pushing any other thoughts aside, I take my shot, ball number 5 and 7 miraculously went to a hole each. "Wow... nice shot, I'm already thinking of retiring."

"Trust me, Clark, I don't believe I just did that myself." I softly say, moving to get a better angle at ball number 4. In the way, I went right infront of Clark, who of course took a step back, but that didn't save me from brushing thighs with him, the rough fabric of his jeans much more palpable to me than my tailor trousers. "It is very smart of you to take this atitude about the scholarship, letting Met-U know you give yourself importance is going to make them offer you more than the ordinary deal. I am aware that wonder arm of yours has called the attention of many colleges"

I take my shot, and number four goes right where I wanted it to, straight into the left middle hole. "Geez, Lex, you're on fire today. How do you know many collegues are interested??" Actually, the hot ass here is you, Clark, but let's leave your innocent mind to think what it will.

"So it seems" I respond, surveying the table, looking for the next cue ball victim. Beautiful number 1 it is!! A bit of tricky shot, but managable. I move to the other side of the table. "Though I may not use them, Clark, I still have my connections, and your arm HAS reached many interested eyes. Has any other college presented themselves with a generous offer??"

"Nop. No other so far. Nice shot!!" I got the number 1 in, yet barely let the satisfaction show, always be humble in your winnings, I've learnt, it makes the loser want to repeat the embarassment of another challenge. Now, onto number... 6! There you are, sweety. "It'd be nice if you actually gave me a chance, though"

"I'll give it some thought, and let you know I if will" Fuck it, my mind is set on failing number 6, just so he stops his suffering some... on the other hand, that pout looks so unbearably vute on him. I shot, and number 6 goes straight to the corner hole, unexpectedly taking number 2 with it.

"Thanks for letting me know, Lex" he grumbily says, and I can't help but laugh at the words. "I'll keep in mind not to ever accept a game after angering you, it's dangerous for my ego"

"It's not a matter of angering, I'm just feeling lucky today" I sit on the edge of the pool table, stick behind my back, trying to make, or rather fail, a shot at the number 3 ball, the last one before the black 8. Fuck, I can't believe I made the shot!! I've never been able to pull one like that off!!

"I quit" Clark says, setting his stick to rest, forcing the smile out of his face, and my laughter comes naturally and unwanted.

"Well, that makes it a draw, because I know I am not going to make a shot right after this" Clark laughs, taking my stick, which I had extended to him, and resting it next to his. "How about a race at Underground?? Maybe that will even the odds some" The grin says it all.

"You're on!!"


I've never been one for deja vu's, but finding myself yet again sitting next to Clark having a race is incredibly refreshing, specially since we're both struggling for something: After much heated discusion-not to say arguing-, I convinced Clark of letting me buy him something other than flannel if I win the race; If he wins, which is not likely to happen since I've never lost a race in my life in this game, I have to wear flannel and jeans for a whole weekend... and just in case I lose, I never said I have to go out of the castle in said weekend. Perfect. Now, there will be no tickling, and no messing with controllers this time, an idea of Clark's, and I find myself increasingly dissapointed by the stipulation.

"Get ready to eat my dust, Luthor!!" He says, just about to start the race, and I smirk.

"Last to laugh, Kent" Almost as in poetry, he laughs.

Match results, Clark ate MY dust, and has a shopping appointment with me this following friday. Unfortunately, I know Mr. and Mrs. Kent would never allow me to buy their son a warbdrove, so the bougth garments would be staying in a room of the castle which Clark always used whenever he had stayed the night here, only to be used on the rare occasion we'd go out. I'm already looking for an excuse to coax him into a night in the city.

"See you next Friday, Clark"

"Right. Remember, ten thousand's the limit!! Not a cent more. Though, I don't know what you're planning to buy to spend ten thousand dollars on" He says, walking out of the castle, I have grown used to walk him out with the years, if only to look as his hips swaying as he walks, or how edible his ass looks trapped under those jeans, just begging to played with, to trace exotic masterpieces with your tongue, tempting any sensitive enough to acknowledge true sensuality when they see it. I think I'll buy him some leather, just to see how that ass would look in it.

"You'd be surprised on how LITTLE we'll buy with ten thousand dollars" of course, I never told him the shops we're going to don't have any prices on the merchandise. Expectedly, he laughs, thinking I'm joking.

"Whatever, Lex... I'll see you on friday" Smiling, he walks away. I watch as he walks out.. ok, so I'm staring at his ass rather than watching HIM, but my main view focus is Clark, and images of Farm boy modeling for me all saturday long rams into my mind, that perfect boy of his caught up in the softest silk, or the tightest leather... innocence dressed in sin. The sudden tightness of my pants tells me its time to retire for the evening, much indeed needs to be dealt with.


"I don't think this is a good idea, Lex!" Clark yells from the changing room, for the twelveth time since we entered the shop, this time over some black leather pants he's trying on. "I'm not much into such tight clothes"

"Clark, we had a deal, we agreed on you trying on whatever I picked, THEN deciding about adquiring it, so if you'd please stick to your word." I retaliate, my tone calm and even, as I look at a very promising see through shirt, deep red, just like the passion I feel for the teenager in the changing room. It should make Clark's sking more coloured, and accentuate the pink of his lips. Mind made up, I walk to the changing room Clark's in, knocking on the door.

"Clark, I want you to try this on with the pants" A second later, the door opens and a hand sticks out to grab the shirt, just before the door closes again. Damn, I didn't even get a small peek. Not to worry, I had eight cammaras set in the changing room, I'll get to look as much as I please the moment I get home.... God bless technology and the power of money.

"Lex, this is see-through!!" I'm not one to lose my patience quickly, but anyways I roll my eyes at the complaint, the boy could be so annoyingly innocent sometimes.

"You don't sell what you don't show, Clark, now tell me something I hadn't noticed!!" Looking around, I hit my grand slam: the underwear area!! Clark Kent in silk boxers... Mhm... gotta look into that.

After picking something around sixteen different boxers and a resisting the tentation to pick a few thongs (just to look at his face when I present them to him), Clark's timid voice reaches me. "So... how do I look??"

I turn... and stare... then stare some more... THEN react. Perfect. Too perfect. The leather pantss stick to Clark like a second skin, on his muscled thighs, and around his crotch, making it almost obscene to be looked upon... He's big. For a teenager. But, still... I'm salivating by only imaginating the dimentions of Clark Kent. And the shirt, as I thought, gives him a little more color, and makes a perfect combination with his lips, but the design of the see-throught reveals perfect pink tight nipples, due to the cold, no doubt, but equally deliciously looking, and there's a thin metal chain hanging by the side of his left hip, a detail I don't remember picking out, but I like it anyways, for it gives a dangerous edge to the sexy look. The only thing braking the general sex appeal is Clark's face, the poor boy is beat red, blushing prettily under my intense gaze. I know I'm staring, but I can't seem to help myself.

"Is it really that bad??" He suddenly asks, alarm ringing in his voice.

"No! Not at all, Clark... I'm just... surprised. Did you look at yourself before stepping out of the changing room??" He nodded. "Then what could possibly make you think you look bad?? Really Clark, if you walk out of this shop like this, you'll have to get everyone off of you with a stick" To my amusement, he blushes even more. Smiling, I walk to him, and make him face one of the nearby mirrors, making him look at himself, while I stand behind him.

"There is nothing wrong with not being good and proper all the time, Clark. People do need times of freedom and change, so they find a balance in their lives. Don't look at this as going evil or doing anything wrong, but as trying something else for a while... testing new terrains and exploring the possibilities the world has to offer to you. Think of it as a field test... whenever you actually DECIDE to wear anything we buy today" I say, and even if my voce is sure and calm, my insides are turning, silently pleading so that Clark would the logic in my words, and perhaps seeing him with anything I bought wouldn't be just a dream.

"Tonight" he says, looking at me throught the mirror.

"Excuse me, Clark??"

"I'm field testing tonight" He says, and I'm sure he can see my shock. "I sort of forgot to mention I convinced mom to convince dad I'd be staying with you this weekend at your apartment, cause I wanna give us a second chance and to be close to Met-U, you know??"

"No, I don't know, you neer told me" He smirks.

"I just did" I annailate the urge to make a face at him. Get a load of the farm boy getting all smartass on me. "So... where are we going tonight??" I pull out my cell phone, and start going through my phone book. "Zero, or another high class Metropolis club??"

"We're not going anywhere you could be recognized"

"I'm from Smallville, Lex, I could start dancing naked in the middle of the street and no one would recognize me" With that body, I severely doubt it. Imagining the entire world ogling at picture of MY naked farm boy, I can't hold the jealousy in check.

"Listen to me, Clark" I start, a little too harshly, pointing at him with my flipped opened cell phone. "There will be no nude dancing from you, you hear me?? We're field testing, not conquering the entire field"

"Geez, Lex. I was only joking. Whatever made you think I'd do something like that??"

"I don't know, but you've been full of surprises today." I say, pusing the call button and procedding to make my call.

"So, where are we going, and who are you calling??"

"My private jet's pilot" I say, just as the phone call is answered.

"Alexander Joseph Luthor, where the heck are you taking me?!?!?"

End: Luthors don't fall in love, part 1.


Ck: Ah... another chapter ended. Nice.
L: I loved it.
Ck: Really??
L: Yes, it was very good, brought up many interesting points of the show...
Ck: It did?? ?_?
C: Aja... See, I've always wondered just how everytime Lex is playing pools he rarely ever gets a ball in...
L: Desperate to get close to my balls, aren't you??
C*grinning mischiviously*: As usual...
Ck: Excuse me, can we focuse on the comment session, please??
L: Sure. Sorry... and also, what's up with Clark stuttering, really?? The guy fights me off like nothing, then starts stuttering at the most stupid moments!!
C: Yeah, you'll pound that habit out of me, though...
L*whispering softly*: I'd rather pound my way INTO you, love...
C: I won't complain...
Ck: EXCUSE ME!!! you are running a PDA infront of the whole world!!
L: Not like we´re gonna do this in the fic later on, anyways...
Ck: Yeah, but I'm being ignored, and I don't like to be ignored, specially by fictionized characters who live in my mind!!
C: Fine, fine... we'll cut it...
Ck: Thank you, now, any more comments??
C: Where are you taking me, Lex??
L: I don't know, Chibikitten IS the author, not me...
C: Please make it a dark, lonely place, with lots of toys, whips, hadncuffs and all sorts of deliciously unproper things...
L*getting close to C*: Oh, fuck, Clark... I'll be unproperly playful, I swear....
Ck: What had we just been talking about, people?!?!?
C: Come on, Ck... I´m field testing...
Ck: field test somewhere else, not in my comment session!!
L: As if you wouldn't like to see this, you dream about it almost every night.
Ck*opens mouth, then shuts it again ¬_¬*: Not when you're ruining the only part of my fics I show up in!!
L: fine, we'll sto-- Clark!!
C: I'm only checking if you're always comando for real...
L*arcing eyebrow*: Really?? Do you have to rub my cock like that to notice??
Ck:that's it, I'm outa here, since you won't pay attention to me, this comment session is officially over!!! *stamps outta the room*
L: God, I thought she'd never leave!!! *jumps Clark and they start making out, discarded clothes fly in every different direction... moans are heard, skins are tasted, balls are made close, body parts pounded into willing orifices, toys are pulled out.... and through it all, Ck secretly salivates over the scene displaying infront of her, from a dark corner in the room*
Ck*Thinking* If you can't beat them... well, not join them, but watch them at the least ;)


Oh oh.... A Luthor with a secret plan... what is Clark getting himself into?? Or will it be Lex getting himself INTO Clark?? Will Lex finally fills out his cock's desires?? Is the field testing going to be succesful?? Will we get to finally see some physical expresionism from our favorite Smallville couple?? Are we really alone in the world?!?!?!?!? ......... Will CK finally have a comment session in peace!?!? How many reviews will this chapter get?? I don't know, but I hope they're a lot!! thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, you guys make my day!!

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