Innocent

My gremlin, my boyfriend and I are all still trying to decide on the fate of Puppet and Present (Charmed). No they aren’t being abandoned, just put on hold until later. Sorry so here’s my try at Smallville.

Characters: Clark, sweet, innocent,a corruptible, and Lionel, evil dirty old bastard.

On with the Show!
Special thanks to Lillibelle for helping me with my overuse of the word innocent.

Warning one track mind where certain types of people have, and I do mean HAVE, to be taken advantage of.


Innocent

Sleeping like an angel. Lionel could only describe the child lying in Lex’s bed as pure. The boy had come over late last night. A fight with his parents had made him flee his home. Lex had comforted his younger friend and held him as he cried about things he couldn’t talk about.

Lex had left him in the morning to sleep later and called in a few favors at the school to excuse his friend’s absents. Clark needed time to calm down before something happened. Lex knew that his friend was special but he had seen how dangerous special people could be when upset. The sooner Clark was calm and thinking straight again the better.

Lionel wanted to help him. Clark had sparked his interest from the day that he’d helped Martha and John forge his adoption papers. He had never before considered those two doing anything illegal, let alone kidnap and fake adoption. The boy was very extraordinary.

Not always too bright but … clean. He easily saw why Lex was falling under Clark’s control. His son wanted this childlike outlook. Unfortunately Lionel knew that Luthors couldn’t keep it. Innocents die the moment it touched one of them. Lillian’s died; she just didn’t know it. Much like this sacred angel’s.

Everyone wondered why Clark would want to be friends with his son. It was truly easy to comprehend if those slack jawed farmers could look over their fences at bigger cities and how little boys liked being around attractive young men. Clark probably didn’t even realize it either. All the boy believed he wanted was friendship. It wasn’t as bad as John’s denial of what Clark was feeling, just an innocent one.

Innocent, like his Lex once was. Never again. The child had grown up fiercely strong but weak. Much like his father. But he didn’t want Lex to go through what he had. To feel touches that he shouldn’t. He should talk to Lex. If he asked Clark, the naive boy would say that that’s what would help. Thinking that words could erase a lifetime of hard raising, of molding into the perfect son. A lifetime wasted, spoiled by his own imperfections.

He wanted to touch. He wanted to smooth his hands over his own son’s features, to memorize them and make-believe that Lillian wouldn’t be cursing him to hell for it. He needed to feel how his skin would crawl and tears would form and god it wasn’t fair. God he missed having a family. He had done it to himself though.

He was tainted, not like the boy in the bed. He hated this boy. He would never know how tainted his own family was. He was blissfully ignorant of how much his parents hurt someone else. Taking a child and adopting it, claiming it to be their own. Lionel had helped. He needed to at the time. He needed to own them. He did, even Clark. He’d do anything to protect his family. He wanted to wretch their happiness from them and give Clark to Lex. Let Lex be his only comfort as his farmer parents are hulled off to jail. He could almost see Lex happy then. Knowing he couldn’t do this shattered his aged heart. Too many pieces were already in place and too many lines had been crossed for them to be a family again.

Instead he watched this boy. He watched the even breathing and the suntanned arms wrap themselves around the pillow. He idly wondered if Clark was truly comfortable in Lex’s bed. The silk sheets were cliché. He would put money on Clark preferring the Egyptian cotton in his bed. He closed his eyes, blocking out the beautiful boy in front of him.

So guiltless, not understanding as Lionel took him. Force his against his desk. Push him against the wall in his office or bedroom, the bedroom. Forcing the moans from his sweet throat. Forcing his to feel things he should still be having embarrassing dreams about. He was underage. It made him more blameless and desirable. He could hire a girl to seduce him. Or better a guy. He could have it done somewhere he could tape it. Watch it over and over again until he showed it to Clark and fucked him with it playing in the background.

Clark stirred but remained sleeping. Lex had given him a drink last night that had a nice extra in it. Lionel glanced over at the bar in his son’s room. On top was an expensive scotch and some vile that still had a liquid in it. He reached out his hand and hovered it over Clark’s face. He glided it down to his throat and to his cheat. Never touching just feeling. The warmth radiated off him and made Lionel want more then a fleeting caress while he sleeps. He wanted more then a look while Clark spoke with Lex or the brush that Clark would apologize for when he moved past him.

He wanted the innocent boy sleeping to lose those innocents. He wanted to see him reckless and passionate. He wanted to see him red and raw from sex and find if he was a good fuck or not. He wanted the first time with the boy to be a predator taking down prey; the second would be two predators trying to see who was stronger.

He could mold Clark still. He was still young. He could move his pieces to include him into some of his plans. He wanted to. But he didn’t. The child had everything that could crush a Luthor before he had a chance to strike back. Dark lashes that begged to be touched. A sun-kissed face that begged for friendship and nothing else. A body that begged to be held against your own. A mouth that begged to be fucked.

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