Title: Hazard of Hearts

Author: Wereleopard58

Rating: FRAO (NC-17)

Summary: Clark Kent meets Lord Lex Luthor who wins him in a bet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Barbara Cartland's a Hazard of Hearts. Come on give me a break I have been training away from home.

Feedback: Would appreciate it but happy you are actually reading this *g*

Chapter Eleven

Lionel sat on the sofa, Clark stood next to it.

"He told me beforehand that if anything were to happen to him I was to ride and tell your Lordship straight away." The servant muttered, leaving as soon as he finished.

"You." Lionel turned to the young man. "You killed him. He fought this duel for you, a nobody. His blood is on your hands. You killed him."

Clark's face paled, his chest ached and he felt sick to the stomach. He turned and left the room as quick as he could.

Lionel sat down, his legs giving way. His only son his heir was dead.

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Clark as soon as he was outside ran as fast as he could. He needed to find out had happened.

As he ran thoughts flittered through his mind.

"Are you in love with my son? Is he in love with you?" Lillian Luthor had said to him

"Shall I make you fall in love with Clark?" Lex, once had asked.

"His blood is on your hands."

"Please do not die Lex." Clark whispered his legs moving faster.

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A servant pulled open the door and standing there was a dirty disheveled man. "I would like to see Lord Luthor.

"I'm sorry Lord Luthor is not seeing guests Mr?"

"Mr Kent." Clark had voices from one of the other rooms.

Clark walked in there; a group of people sat around chatting and next to Lex on the sofa was Lana. Lex reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Clark started to feel sick; there must have been meteors around. Lana wore a necklace and in the centre was a green stone

"Mr Kent." The servant announced.

Lex turned to see Clark fall to the ground. He rushed to the young man's side.

"Mr Kent."

"Her necklace, the stone. It makes me ill." Clark whispered before the darkness engulfed him.

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Clark awoke, he looked around confused. He was in night clothes and in a comfortable bed.

Then the memories came flooding back. Lex sitting next to Lana, his hand on her shoulder as she smiled at him.

"You fool, you utter fool." Clark muttered about himself as he hit the pillow.

There was a knock at the bedroom door and in walked a servant.

"I have run your bath for you Mr Kent. Also you clothes have been cleaned; you were in a right mess."

"Cleaned?" Clark asked. "What time is it?"

"Noon sir."

"Noon." Clark repeated

"Yes his Lordship awaits you in the drawing room when you are ready."

"He isn't much injured then."

"Lord no, thank goodness. Just a graze they said."

"And Lord Edge?"

"He has fled abroad; he won't dare show his face in this country again." The servant smiled at him.

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Lex stood waiting for Clark. There was fiddling with the door handle outside the room.

Lex turned towards it. "Come in Clark." He called out smoothly. Clark walked into the room. "I hope you slept well?"

"Yes I did, what I mean is that I am sorry I slept so long." Clark muttered not looking at Lex.

"Do sit down." Lex pointed at the sofa and waited for Clark to sit. "When a young man is brave enough to do what you did, you are allowed to sleep late. Unfortunately his must also prepared to face certain consequences."

"I don't understand?"

"Are you sure that you fell well enough to face this and to answer some questions?"

Clark sighed. "I feel quite alright."

"You epic 'journey' to my aid is now the talk of every club. I told my guests and the servants that you arrived on horse."

"So I'm the talk of the clubs."

"A young man arriving in that fashion, unaccompanied into the house of a bachelor. You must see how that you have compromised yourself."

"Oh." Clark said sadly.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" Lex asked.

"Well actually it was for your." Clark suddenly stopped.

"Yes, it was for my?"

"Nothing my Lord."

"What it amounts to, the decision at hand has been thrust upon us. We can no longer go on drifting." Lex walked away his back to Clark.

"No, I suppose not."

Lex turned a soft smile on his face. "I, therefore have the great honour to ask you to be my husband."

"Your husband?" Clark turned away. "No, sorry I can't."

TBC