The Lex Luthor Sex Tape

Chapter
Oh...Lex has been a bad bad boy and now he's gotta take his medicine.

Lex Luthor spent the whole trip to Smallville, completely
and utterly terrified.

He wasn't afraid of the ramifications of the tape: He
figured Metropolis was well aware of his proclivities,
Clark was definitely 18-years old, and the State of Kansas
wouldn't bother arresting them for committing sodomy. A
case like that would be the perfect way to get that
particular law stricken from the books and he knew they
wouldn't want to risk it.

He wasn't really afraid of Jonathan Kent either. Than man
was more bark than bite, and there was no way Clark was
going to allow his father to physically hurt him. In the
beginning of the relationship he had been all for telling
the Kents they were dating, but Clark hemmed and hawed, and
finally said he was afraid it would give the man a heart
attack. Martha would calm the monster down, and after a few
months (or years) when it became obvious to Kent that Lex
was here to stay, he might finally get over it.

His real terror was Clark. What Clark would do if (who was
he kidding when) he found out it was all Lex's fault. And
that Lex allowed the farmboy to think he was the one to
blaim. When Clark had come clean about his alien origins,
they'd decided to be truthful in all things, no matter what
the cost. Granted, he never actually lied, but such
shadings of truth were more Luthor than Kent.

Lex realized he was at the farmhouse, scattering the media
horde with his limo. They gave chase and he ignored there
shouted questions as his chaffeur, personal assistant, and
bodyguard kept them at bay. He only had eyes for Clark,
who was standing at the door, a smile on his face.
Almost 4 years, and the sight of the boy (man Lex, man)
still took his breath away.

They looked at each other for a long moment, ignoring the
flashbulbs in the distance, only intent on each other.

"Come on in. My mom made some coffee." Clark said, taking
his hand.
Once inside, his lover pulled him into a warm embrace, and
walked him into the living room where Martha, Jonathan, and
Chloe Sullivan (what the hell?) were waiting.

"Hello Lex." the girl piped up when she caught his
bewildered glance.

"Hello Ms. Sullivan, Mr and Mrs. Kent."

Clark led him to the couch and sat down next to him still
holding his hand.

"So, Lex how your trip?" Martha asked tightly. She was
pissed, but she was still polite.

"Very productive."

"Good. That's good. I'm happy things-"

"What the hell? Are we just gonna sit here and talk about
nothing? You have a lot of explaining to do, Luthor!
Jonathan spat.

"Well, uh-" Lex began.

"First you seduce my teenage son, and then you video tape
it! Tell me the truth, you used some sort of...of... Luthor
mojo, didn't you? What is it, voodoo, black magic,
dianetics?"

"Dad!" Clark said. "Please. Just calm down. As I told you
before, I love Lex. Have loved him and will most likely
always love him. As for the tape" Clark snuck a glance at
Lex who tried his damndest to keep his expression neutrel
"it was all my fault this happened. I was the one who
begged Lex to tape our lovemaking and I was also the one
who lost the tape. Isn't that right, Lex?"

"Clark we're both to blaim. I shouldn't have given in." And
I shouldn't have lost the tape he added silently.

"I just feel terrible, this is all my fault. Can you ever
forgive me?"

"Of course." Clark turned and gave him the Look. The look
like you're lying and I know you're lying. Lex cowered.
"You're lying to me."

"Well, technically..."

"Don't technically me Alexandar. We've discussed this. Tell
me what really happened to the tape." Oh, the deadly quiet
voice. He must have learned that from his mother.
"I don't..."

"Tell me!" Clark shouted.

"Someone broke into my room, stole my luggage and some
jewelry, and apparently the tape. I completely forgot about
it until I got back."

"Remember what I said the next time you ever lied to me?"

"Yes, but this isn't really-"

"We're going to have a long, and hard discussion about the
importance of truth. Go upstairs to my room and wait for
me."

"But Clark, I wasn't..."

"Go upstairs, or we'll have our discussion right here. In
front of everybody."

"You wouldn't!"

"Or we could go outside and do it in front of the
newscrews?"

"Okay, okay." Lex stood up. "I'm sorry. Mrs and Mrs. Kent.
Chloe." He fled up the stairs. The last thing he heard was
Chloe saying, "Somebody's in trouble!"
***

Things were strange at the Kent farmhouse. When she came
over and filled them in on how the tape ended up in the
wrong hands, Jonathan began his patented "never trust a
Luthor speech." Clark however was oddly thoughtful. He
shared a very private and evil smile with himself at one
point, apparently zoning out his father's rant.
Then Lex arrived, tried to lie, and was sent to his room
without supper. Clark paced for a moment, breathing
deeply, and then joined him.
Martha and Jonathan looked at Chloe. They followed the two
upstairs as quietly as they could. This was getting good.
It was quiet a bit, then there were raised voices.

"It wasn't my fault. I didn't mean for the tape to be
stolen!"

"That's not the problem Lex. You let me think it was my
fault."

"What you think is your own business, but I am sorry Clark.
However, I don't believe this is the place to-"

The sound of clothes ripping.

"Shut up, Luthor. Remember what you said you would do to me
if I ever lied to you again!" Smack.

"Jesus, Clark those pants cost 2-thousand dollars."

"A small price to pay to teach you the difference between
right (smack) and wrong (smack)"

"Fuck you Clark."

"Oh no, if there's going to be any fucking going on today
I'm gonna be the one to do it."

"Tell me your sorry!" Smack.

"I'm sorry! Jesus!"

"Oh, I don't think your sorry enough." Smack, smack, smack,
smack.

"You're gonna come into my house and lie to me. Make me
look like a fool in front of my parents. I love you Lex but
sometimes..." Smack smack smack.

"Fuck Clark, that hurts!"

"You want me to stop, you know what to say."

"No. I deserve it. Just like we agreed."

"Yes you do" Smack. " I want you remember everytime you sit
down for the next week how much you hurt me. "
smack, smack, smack.

"Is that enough, Lex? Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes" Lex said with a sob. "I'm sorry I lied. It was wrong
for me to mislead you. A relationship can't last if it's
built on lies and mistrust."

"And who said that?"

"I did. I did." Loud sniffling.

"Mmmm you want me to kiss it and make it better." Clark
said. Kissing sounds.

"Oh God, just take me Clark. I love you so much."

"I love you too Lex."
Chloe looked at Clark's parents, and they backed down the
stairs as quietly as they could. It didn't help though,
since the boys didn't really care about the amount of noise
they were making.

"Well, at least Clark seems to wear the britches in the
relationship. Sometimes, you just gotta put a boy over your
knee and smack some sense into him. " Jonathan said over
the moans, loud thumping, and the oh-jesus-fuck yeses.
Martha started laughing maniacally. Jonathan felt himself
blushing at the look in his wife's eyes: He didn't know
what it meant but he was sure he would find out later.

"Okay, um, seems my work here is done. Tell Clark I'll see
him tommorow!" Chloe fled trying not to get grossed out by
the fact that her best friend's parents were looking at
each other that way. Or more turned on. God she was gonna
burst. She might have to pull over before she got home to
take care of business.