CHAPTER 38

A short time earlier…

Lex enters the study and immediately reaches for the decanter.

"Sorry for your loss."

He stiffens at the all too familiar voice. "You're not sorry," he replies in a cool tone as he pours some scotch into his glass and takes a gulp.

"Now that hurts my feelings," Lionel replies as he enters the study, closing the door behind him.

"As if I care if your feelings are hurt," Lex snaps back as he finishes off the rest of the scotch in his glass and pours some more into it.

"I happen to know that you made a very generous donation to Jonathan Kent's campaign," turning back around to face his father.

"I didn't donate one cent to Jonathan Kent's campaign," he replies as he walks over to the mini bar and picks up the decanter.

"You are such a liar," Lex says as Lionel takes a sip. "It's a classic Lionel Luthor move."

Lionel pulls out his cell phone. "Call him," holding it out towards Lex. "He'll confirm that I'm telling you the truth."

Lex starts to reach out for it, but pulls his hand back. "Forget it. It doesn't matter anyway. It's over," gulping the last of the scotch and filling his glass up again.

Lionel doesn't say anything as he returns the phone to his pocket.

"Would it have killed you to support me for once?" abruptly turning around to face him. "I'm your son. Your flesh and blood," he says in a voice full of both pain and anger. "Tell me why."

Lionel takes a moment to think about it, then looks Lex straight in the eye. "I would never support any gay son of mine in a million years."

The glass slips out of Lex's hand and falls to the floor with a crash. He stares back at his father with widening eyes.

"Don't look so shocked, Lex," Lionel replies as he finishes off his scotch. "I've known for years that you preferred men to women," he continues on as he sets the glass down on the smooth surface of the mini bar.

"So you know about-"

"You take me for a fool, Lex," he continues on in a frosty tone. "I've been quite aware of your feelings for Clark Kent for some time now," slowly walking around Lex until he was standing back in front of him.

"I must admit to wondering why you broke up with him, but when I heard about his marriage to Lana Lang, it made sense."

"I broke up with him because he was going to be a father and that he needed to be there for the baby," Lex replies back.

"Bullshit!" Lionel exclaims, grabbing Lex firmly by the shoulders. "You didn't want it getting out that you were in a relationship with a man because it might interfere with your political aspirations. That's the reason why you broke up with him."

Lex pushes back against Lionel's chest, causing him to let go of his shoulders and stagger backwards. "Don't ever touch me again," he spats out, his eyes flashing.

Lionel merely smirks as he pulls out his gloves from his coat pocket and puts them on. "I think I'll stop by the Talon and extend my congratulations to our newly elected Senator. Care to join me?" he asks as he walks over to the doors and opens them.

"I already called to extend my congratulations," Lex replies through clenched teeth.

"Very well," Lionel replies as he steps out into the hall and closes them behind him.

"Son of a b!tch!" Lex yells as he throws Lionel's glass at the fireplace.

Lionel slips into the back seat of the limousine and closes the door while the chauffeur walks around the car and gets behind the wheel. "Where to, Mr. Luthor?" he asks as he puts on his seatbelt and starts the engine.

"The Talon," Lionel replies.

"Yes, sir," he answers back as he pulls out of the driveway. "We'll have to take Route 40 instead because of the construction that's been going on lately," he says as he pulls onto the main road.

"Very well," Lionel mutters, not really paying attention to him as he opens his briefcase.

Clark slips into the mansion unnoticed and makes his way over to the study. He stands in front of the doors and raises his fist as if to knock on it, but hesitates. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, he thinks to himself as he lowers his hand and starts to walk away.

"I know you're out there."

Clark freezes in his tracks when he hears Lex's voice. He takes a deep breath, then exhales to steady his nerves before opening the door.

"Hallway camera?" quirking one of his brows as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"You know me," Lex slurring his words.

"Do you really think that getting drunk is a wise idea?" Clark asks as Lex picks up the decanter and polishes off the last of the scotch.

Lex slams the decanter down on the glass top of the mini bar. "Who are you to give me advice, huh?" walking a little unsteadily towards him before stopping a few feet away. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I just wanted to see how you were handling-"

"My losing the election?" interrupting him.

"Yes," he replies.

"Yeah, right," he snarls back. "You're only here to rub it in my face," waving his arms around.

"That's not true," Clark says while taking a step forward. "Lex, I know better than anyone how hard you worked for this, but I don't think you should take it so personally."

Lex shakes his head. "You have any idea how many people are probably cheering right now that the spoiled rich kid lost to some salt of the earth farmer?"

"Since when do you care about what other people think?" Clark asks.

"Since I was branded at birth with the sins of my father," he replies as he turns around, walking unsteadily as he makes his way back to the mini bar. "I really must get some more scotch," he mumbles under his breath as he pulls out a bottle of whiskey.

Clark walks over to him. "I think you've had just about enough," pulling the whiskey bottle out of his hand and setting it back down on the bar.

"You're hardly in the position to tell me what to do, farm boy," poking Clark in the chest.

"You're drunk, Lex," Clark replies in a level tone. "I think you need to sleep it off."

"Just once, Clark, I wanted to get out from under his shadow. Earn something on my own, you know? But noooo," shaking his head. "I couldn't get even that," starting to laugh hysterically. "You know what my father said to me just before you showed up? He said that he would never support any gay son of his in a million years."

Clark stares at him in disbelief. "He said that?"

"You bet he did," abruptly turning away from Clark so he wouldn't see the lone tear gliding down his cheek.

"I'm really sorry, Lex," Clark replies, resting his hand on Lex's upper arm.

Lex hesitates a moment, then reaches back to rest his hand over Clark's. "I know you are," he starts to say before noticing the gold ring on Clark's ring finger. "Oh, right. I almost forgot. You're married now," letting go of Clark's hand.

"Yep. I'm married now," Clark says in a level tone.

"So I suppose you and Lana have…" his voice trailing off.

"That's personal, Lex," Clark replies while taking a few steps backwards.

"I know what that means," Lex starts to laugh again. "You haven't consummated the marriage yet have you?"

Clark's eyes begin to narrow. "What Lana and I do in the privacy of our bedroom is none of your business," he snaps back.

"You can't get it up because she doesn't do it for you," Lex declares as he takes a step forward. "You can't stop thinking about how much you want..crave…my hard, thick cock in your ass," taking another step closer. "F*cking you over and over again until your eyes roll back in your head and you pass out from the sheer ecstasy of having had the most intense orgasm of your life."

Clark takes a couple more steps backwards until his back hits the wall. "I don't want that," he says in a nervous tone.

"Of course you do," Lex whispers softly as he presses his body against him. "You want it baaad," his hand moving down to Clark's zipper.

"No," shaking his head as Lex lowers his hand and sticks it inside his pants. "Boxers? What a disappointment," shaking his head sadly as he slips his hand through the slit. "Now that's more like it," he smirks as he wraps his fingers around Clark's cock. "You're sooo hard," sliding his hand up and down while firmly squeezing it at the same time.

Clark gasps out while throwing his head back, his eyes closing as Lex continues stroking him. "Cum for me," Lex whispers as his lips attack Clark's neck. "You know you want to."

"No, Lex," finally pushing him away. "We can't do this. I'm married," he says in a cool tone.

Lex just stands there watching as Clark adjusts his pants. "You're leaving?"

"I really thought we could have a civil conversation, but obviously I was wrong," walking over to the study doors and opening them. "I am sorry you lost," he says in a soft voice before he exits the room, the doors swinging shut behind him.

Lex turns around and staggers towards the sofa but his knees buckle, causing him to collapse onto the rug in front of the fireplace and pass out…

A few minutes later…

Clark arrives at the farm, surprised to see Lois there. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the party?" he asks as he takes off his jacket while entering the kitchen.

"I forgot my purse," holding it up as she walks towards the kitchen door. "Where have you been anyway? And why are you here instead of your fathers victory party?" arching one brow.

"I went to see Lex," he says while sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Oh," she says as she comes over and sits down next to him. "How is he?" she asks.

"Drunk," he replies.

She nods her head. "I'd probably be drunk too if it were me."

He turns his head. "Are you a mean drunk?"

"No," she replies. "Unfortunately alcohol makes me even more outspoken," shrugging her shoulders. "What about you? What kind of drunk are you, or do you even drink at all?"

"I'm lucky that alcohol doesn't affect me," he tells her. "Not that I've had much to drink anyway. I really don't care for it," he shrugs.

"That doesn't answer my question. Why are you here instead of the party?" she asks again.

He leans back against his chair with a sigh. "I just needed a few minutes by myself before I headed back there."

"I understand," briefly resting her hand over his before getting up. "I'll see you there."

"Okay," he replies as he gets up too. "I'm just gonna check on Lana before I leave," he adds as he starts to climb the stairs.

"Lana's not here," she calls out after him as she opens the kitchen door.

He stops on the middle step and turns around. "What are you talking about?"

She looks up at him with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Chloe was bringing Lana back here while I was going to see Lex," he replies as he comes back downstairs, a worried expression on his face.

She furrows her brows in puzzlement. "That doesn't make sense," she says while taking her cell phone out. "I'm gonna call her right now," dialing the number, frowning when there's no answer. "She's not answering," hanging up. "Now I'm worried," she says as she returns her phone to her coat pocket.

"It's not like Chloe to not answer," starting to sound panicky.

"Calm down, Clark. I'm sure everything is okay," trying to reassure him.

"I hope you're right," he says just before hi phone rings.

"That's got to be Chloe," she says as he flips open his phone and checks the caller id.

"It's not her," shaking his head. "Hello? Yes, this is Clark Kent," the blood draining from his face as he sinks down on one of the chairs. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you. Bye," slowly closing his phone and looking up at her.

"Was that about-"

"Yes," he replies, his voice cracking. "Chloe's car was hit by another car on Route 40."

Lois throws her hand over her mouth to cover the gasp that comes out. "No!" her eyes beginning to glisten.

"Both Chloe and Lana have been taken by ambulance to Smallville Medical Center," he goes on to say before getting back up. "They're performing an emergency c-section on Lana and I have to be there," he adds as he puts his jacket back on.

"I'm coming with you," Lois declares and follows him outside to his truck.

Clark was about to open the driver's side door when he happens to notice that one of the front tires was flat. "Damn!" he mutters angrily, kicking the tire.

"Can't you change it?" Lois asks as he kicks it again.

"Normally I can, but the spare tire is shot and I haven't had the time to buy a new one," straightening up. "We'll just have to take your car," turning around to face her.

"Okay," she says. After they both get in and put on their seatbelts, Lois inserts the key in the ignition but it doesn't start. "Come on, come on," beginning to get impatient.

"Uh, Lois."

"What?" snapping back at him.

"Did you forget to fill up your tank?"

She looks at him curiously before glancing over at the dashboard. "Damn!" she scowls when she sees the needle on the 'empty' mark. "What are we gonna do now?"

"I have an idea," getting out of the car and coming over to her side. "Come on," opening the door.

"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna walk all the way to the medical center," she retorts as she gets out of the car.

"Nope," shaking his head as he walks over to her and sweeps her off her feet and into his arms.

"What the-?" looking up at him with surprise.

"You have to promise me that you won't tell anybody and not ask me any questions regarding what you're about to witness in the next few seconds. O-kay?"

She starts to open her mouth but he lays his finger over it. "I promise to tell you the whole story later," in response to her unspoken question. "Promise me," he asks again, slowly removing his finger.

"Of course I promise," she replies, lightly punching his shoulder.

"Good. Now hang on tight," he tells her just before he goes into super-speed mode. Once they arrive at the medical center, he sets her down in a secluded spot.

"Lois? Are you okay?" he asks with concern when she still hasn't said anything. "I know you hate uncomfortable silences, but just so you know I hate them too."

She continues staring at him for a few more seconds before she finally answers him.

"I guess I can't call you Smallville anymore."

TO BE CONTINUED…