Title: Darkly Delicious
Title credit: Unigrackon
Author: Keikokin
Summary: Written for the CLFF Lust or Love wave # 32.
Disclaimer: DC Comics (love you guys!!) has the copyright on Superman and his universe. WB has the copyrights on Smallville. This fanfic was neither written for profit or with malicious intent toward the wonderful actors and actresses who have brought this universe to life.
Inspired by Tommy and Frankie
WARNING: OCC with Jonathan bashing (cause I was having a bad month)

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Lex could see it happening he supposed. It started with a sizzling look on a river bank in the arms of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen. To realize that he wasn't dreaming but in fact was in the arms of a beautiful local youth made him painfully aware he'd have to keep this dream alive alone. There would be no friends waiting to congratulate them for being together, no sympathetic press.

He knew there was nothing else he could do but be happy for every moment they had together.

He'd simply have to dream the rest. It could never be. They could never be together.

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"It's not fair." Clark complained to the cows as he did his chores. "The one person I really, really like and they don't notice I'm alive. I'm just a friend and never anything more."

Georgia turned her large eyes on him in sympathy, giving a low moo. Clark smiled back. He reached out and rubbed her hard skull affectionately. "I knew you'd understand girl. But what can I do? Dad hates him and his dad hates me. As long as they fight, we could never …aw, heck."

"Heck? Did I just hear my son say 'heck'?" Jonathan Kent peered around the milking station to look at Clark with a teasing and disciplining eye.

"I'm sorry Dad. I won't do it again." Clark hung his head and got back to work. Many long minutes passed as the cows shuffled and moved, each waiting their turn to eat. Finally Clark asked. "Dad, why do you hate Lex so much?"

Jonathan stopped and turned slowly to face Clark. He didn't look happy to have his least favorite subject brought up."Why do you care so much Clark?"

"Geez Dad, what does it matter?" Clark replied.

"You know you both would get a lot further if you just answered the questions instead of dodging them." Clark's mother smiled at them over two cups of coffee. "I thought you two were due for a break."

"Thanks honey," Jonathan reached for the steaming mug and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, thanks mom," Clark gave his mom a nod as he took his mug.

Martha Kent put her hands on her hips and glared at them both. "So answer the question Jonathan."

Clark noticed his father suddenly looked like he'd rather be anywhere but in this barn at this moment facing these questions. Somehow it made finding out the answers all that more important. "Why dad?"

"He almost killed you Clark! For crying out loud, isn't that enough? Then you add in all the times his reckless behavior meant that you had to face some mutant and risk exposing your secrets?" Jonathan was clearly switching into defensive. "What do you expect Clark, for me to just roll out the red carpet for him?"

"It's not his fault. He's just a…bit…unlucky."

"I'd say and then some!" His dad retorted.

"Honestly, you two are like children. Jonathan, Clark has never held any of that against Lex. Or have I? Why are you?" Martha looked curiously at her husband and wondered at his motives. Did it carry from Lionel? Or was it more?

"I don't want his kind around here Martha."

Martha got chills up her spine and a deep feeling of dread. "What kind?"

Clark looked to one and then the other in confusion. "Yeah, what kind dad? The rich kind?"

"You weren't there that day he hit Clark, Martha. There's no way I could make you understand. You didn't see how he was looking at Clark."

Martha folded her arms over her chest. "I suggest you give it a try."

"The preacher wouldn't hold to it either." Jonathan jutted his chin out and Martha felt her throat close up.

"Are you referring to the fact it's well-documented that Lex favors both sexes?" with a wide smirk on his face Lionel Luthor was standing in the entrance to the barn. "Good morning, Martha, Clark, Jonathan."

"Luthor." Jonathan sneered.

"Jonathan!" Martha shouted indignantly on behalf of their guest and was embarrassed at his behavior. She was sure if she had a moment alone to talk to him, he'd settle down. There was some good old fashioned bigotry in Jonathans head that she needed to wash out.

"Um, Mr. Luthor this might not be the best time." Clark now wished he was anywhere else. It looked like mom was gearing up for a long speech. Who would have ever have pictured Lionel to the rescue? "Was there a particular reason for your visit?"

Lionel smiled benevolently at Clark. "It's always nice to see that manners do exist. Clark, I do believe you are correct, so I'll say what I need to. I need to get to the office anyway." He looked at his diamond encrusted watch with a sigh before looking back up. "I simply wanted to know your intentions toward my son."

Jonathan lost it and lunged at Lionel. Clark nudged at his super-speed to step in between his father and Lex's dad, horrified at the turn of events. Martha bit her lip in worry. The coffee cups lay cooling, long forgotten on a hay bale.

Clark felt Lionel tap his back. He turned to see Lionel staring at his finger in amazement. "My they grow them tough around here." Clark had to fight not to grin. He knew he wasn't supposed to have heard that. A normal human would not have. Lionel looked up and one thick eyebrow rose in question. "Well? I asked you a question. It would be impolite not to reply."

"Intentions?" Clark whimpered. He had really, really hoped he'd heard wrong.

"Fine. What are your feelings with regard to Lex? Come now. I don't have all day." He glanced at his watch again looking annoyed that everyone was wasting his precious time. Jerking his head back up, he glared at Clark. "Is it love or lust? Come on Clark, it's not a tough question."

In response Clark unwittingly blushed brightly. His head ducked down and he scuffed a boot in the mud. "Lex is my friend." Taking a chance Clark glanced up to see his father looking harried, his mother nervously jumped in front of her dad and Lionel looked…

"What are you smiling at?" Lionel queried with a sly grin. "Ah, so the rumors my staff tell me are true. You are in love with my son."

"HE IS NOT GAY!" Jonathan roared so loudly even the cows turned to stare.

"I …might be." Clark whispered fearfully. His dads' eyes cut wildly to his own with a hatred he'd never seen directed his way before. It hurt.

"I WILL NOT HAVE ONE OF THOSE UNDER MY ROOF! MY FATHER NEVER DID AND I WILL NOT EITHER!" Jonathan yelled, his face turning bright red.

"Bigotry is so low brow," Lionel commented. "Martha I think that you two need some time to discuss things. May Clark come with me? I'd like to discuss this –"

"Go!" Martha cried, whispering calming words in a nonstop flow to her husband with little apparent success. He was pressing against her stiff arms so hard she was sinking into the mud.

Clark bit his lip and putting his head down obediently followed Lionel out to the car. He slid into the plush car with little regard for his surroundings. It wasn't as if he'd never been in a fancy vehicle before. Staring down at his hands, he saw a fine silk handkerchief being thrust into his hands. "Um thanks."

"For the handkerchief or the rescue?" Lionel asked.

"Both." Clark admitted. It was turning out to be quite a day if Lionel Luthor was rescuing him! He was so embarrassed he could just die but on the other hand, his curiosity might kill him first. "Why did you want to know my intentions toward Lex?"

Lionel looked him over measuring the mark of the young man in front of him. No matter what, he was a Kent. And supposedly they valued honesty if Lex was to be believed. "My son is mooning over you. It's quite remarkable really. I've never seen Lex act so selfless. Am I correct in assuming he's never made a move on you?"

Clark shook his head in confusion. "No."

"Ah, so lots of touching, smiling and all that rot?" Lionel laughed. "He has it worse than I thought."

"Has what, Mr. Luthor?" Clark asked.

"Cupids arrow lodged firmly in his foolish, sentimental heart. He's too much like Lillian that way. She was a fool too." Lionel looked out the window at the countryside speeding by.

Clark took the moment to ponder this conversation. "Lex loves me? Look, Mr. Luthor I think you've got this all wrong," Clark began. Lionel's eyes fixed him place. They seemed to take a measure of some sort and Clark wondered if he was coming up to grade or falling short of whatever invisible mark Lionel had wedged in his mind. But a spark of hope had lodged itself in its heart and Clark just had to know. "Does he?"

"Ask him." Lionel said nothing more for the rest of the ride and Clark tried desperately not to let his feelings go wild with the dream of having Lex in his life.

What would being with Lex Luthor be like? Would Lex be flexible, moving his schedule all over and risking his business to spend every minute with him? Would Lex cheat on him with one of his many beautiful women? Why would Lex even be interested in him?

And this was the thought that dashed quite firmly any hope that Clark had. Sighing, he looked out the window at the cornfields speeding by.

Lionel heard the sigh and looked over curiously. Clark didn't seem too happy about the news. He could have sworn at first that the young man returned his son's feelings. Now he seemed to be sad, forlorn and Lionel could only hope that Lex would forgive his indiscretion. For if Clark didn't return his feelings, Lex would forever hold it against Lionel and undoubtedly would drag him into some financial tangle. Lionel smiled at that. At least in that respect he was more like his father than his mother. Lex deserved a shot at real happiness and if it was Clark Kent he was after …so be it. But if Clark was only going to hurt Lex, oddly enough Lionel felt that only he should be able to hurt his son. Call it a proprietary right if you must, but that's the way it was. He needed a straight answer.

"Do you love Lex?" Lionel asked very softly when the car slid to a smooth stop.

Clark looked panic-stricken at first and all his fear at being caught. Then it turned to wild hope and a beautiful smile. Slowly it slid right off his face and changed into a pout then suspicious anger. Really, the young man was an open book. "Why do you want to know?"

"Certainly even I can hold some concern over my son's well-being?" Lionel shrugged and then played with his beard with a smile. "You might not care for me Clark, but I can tell you do care about Lex." His smile turned wicked. "If you hurt him, I'll kill everyone you care about while you watch then find some pretty green rocks for you. Do I make myself clear?"

Clark's rapid eye blinks were answer enough. The message was received. Now about Lex, "My son should be in his office. He probably has some silly notion of being rescued at work by his one true love." Lionel rolled his eyes, and then smiled at Clark as he got out. "If I were you I'd bring flowers home to that lovely mother of yours."

Chastising himself for the situation he'd abandoned his mother to deal with, namely his fathers conservatism, Clark set his shoulders and decided right then and there to give this all he had. He followed Lionel into the plant until at last, after leaving the elevator Lionel pointed to the right and taking the hint Clark changed direction. At the end of a short hall, was an impressive waiting area. Feeling a bit out of place, Clark decided to get straight to it. He approached the receptionist and gave his name.

The young lady looked up at him with a big happy smile. "So you're Clark Kent. He's had a standing open door policy for you, if you were to ever arrive. It's nice to meet you." She stood and held out her hand. "My name is Cassie. I'll go get him."

As Clark watched the pretty lady leave, a lump entered his throat. Why would Lex want him when he had people like Cassie around? Heck, he probably still smelled like cow! If he had any sense at all he'd get out. Clark was getting antsy and seriously thinking about leaving when Lex appeared. "Clark."

Clark instantly smiled. It was stupid he knew. But there had always been something about hearing Lex's voice wrap around his name. Was it hot in here? "Hey, Lex."

Even though Clark felt like an idiot there was something in Lex's eyes that made him feel welcome. Then his arm reached out for him, he smiled and whispered so only Clark would have been able to hear it, "Hold my hand."

Clark froze and then felt a hand at his back ushering him into Lex's office. The hand was warm, welcoming and Clark felt himself leaning into it. For a second Lex's usual grace was nowhere to be found as he stumbled slightly before stepping back into it, surprise evident. But now, his arm was fully around Clark's back and resting on his trim, muscular waist. There was a horrible smell coming from the direction of Clark's farm boots, but Lex ignored it in favor of catching a whiff of Clark's hair.

The moment came to an abrupt halt when they arrived in the office and the door shut behind them. Clark turned toward Lex and smiled. "Hi."

Lex was never so happy for Cassie's efficiency at closing the door. He let loose a smile he kept in reserve only for Clark. "It's nice to see you."

If possible Clark smile went up a few watts. "I- I, um –" Clarks hand flew up to his head and his fingers began to comb through invisible knots. "Your dad came to see me this morning and brought me here."

It was as if a bucket of ice water went down Lex's back. He stepped back from Clark. The mood was broken. He turned and sat down behind his desk leaving a very confused Clark in his wake. Lex regretted the look now implanted on his dream lovers face. He wanted to see that smile again, the one that he slept, ate, showered and lived to see every chance he could. The problem was Lionel. "What did he want?"

Clark took a deep breath. "He wanted to know my intentions toward you. It didn't go over really well with my dad either. My mom isn't going to be too pleased with me just taking off. I didn't even get to change. I'm sorry if I reek. But he just kind of rescued me from that whole thing and told me that you liked me, I mean really, really liked me and I mean, do you?"

Lex blinked. Clark didn't even breathe during that entire rant and if he hadn't already been well-versed in a few years of Clark-speak he never would have understood it. But why was Lionel doing this? Better to stay on the defensive until he could find out what Clark was getting out of it. What had Lionel promised him to make him come in here like this? "Why do you care Clark?"

Clark reeled back as though he'd been smacked. He seemed to collapse upon himself. Lex felt shame fill him as he watched his friend slump and were his eyes shining with tears? Lex was up and on his feet and back around the desk in a blink. His hands were on his friends forearms.

Clark's face was buried in his hands. He was surprised to look up and see Lex standing there. "Leave me alone."

"No. Clark what's really going on? What did my father promise you? Is he blackmailing you?" Lex snapped out one question after another. "If he's upset you I'll –"

Clark pulled away. "Your dad was fine. Nice even, which is really weird, but you're the one being a jerk!"

Lex took a deep breath and tried his last approach. "Okay. Why don't we start from the beginning, Clark? Tell me about your day so far and what happened."

A flush rose to Clark's cheeks. "Look I –"

"Well, at least tell me what you told my father." Lex didn't want Clark to keep secrets from him now.

"I think he knew." Clark said after a bit. "He knew all along and just wanted to cause my father the most pain he knew how. Dads really upset Lex. I left mom there to deal with him and I should probably head home. This was a bad idea. –" Clark turned to go only to find out that Lex could move pretty fast himself. He made a fair barricade to leaving the office. Clark didn't want to hurt Lex so he turned away from the only exit.

Lex decided in this case it was easier to have Clark turned away. He couldn't stand to see Clark's expression if he was going to reject him. But if he was right – "I love you Clark. Do you love me too?"

Clark turned so swiftly, Lex felt dizzy. Clark saw the distress on his friend and steadied him by placing a strong hand on each hip. Lex gratefully held onto the strong arms for a moment then as bravely as he could look Clark straight in the eyes.

The smile on Clark's face was blinding. Lex wanted to laugh. "Yes Lex."

"Yes?" Lex yelled happily.

"YES!" Clark hollered in return and spun Lex in a circle before Lex reached up around Clark's neck and yanked his lips fiercely to his own. Soon the air was crackling with unexplored sexual tension between the two. And now the proverbial tiger was out of the bag, Clark turned into an eager, insatiable true blue ride-em-Cowboy sex machine filled with tentative hands, roving lips and pounding hips.

It was a perfect match, in timing, rhythm and body.

Lex and Clark couldn't be happier. And neither cared which came first the lust or the love, they had both. Nothing else mattered that they couldn't conquer, together.