Authors Note; Beta'd and added to. Slight dialogue changes.
Chapter One.
Lana Lang was bored and a little scared. Her life had taken an unexpected turn and she wasnt feeling very happy about it. She was not in control for the first time in so long and she didn't like the feeling very much. It was usually easy to twist Nell around her finger, using the 'poor me' card had worked every time.
She had always thought that her Aunt Nell wouldn't abandon her, after losing her parents so terribly. But that is exactly what Nell had done by accepting a job so far away that Lana couldn't go with her and indeed had no wish to. Lana stared absent mindedly out of the second floor window onto the manicured gardens which lay below Luthor Castle and the forest beyond as she twirled a single lock of silky dark hair around her finger repeatedly. There was nothing to do here to distract her self and what's more she couldn't have done anything exciting even if she'd wanted to. A tiny frown creased her smooth brow as she contemplated the reason that she found herself in this god forsaken cow town to begin with.
She was there to meet the illustrious and undoubtedly boring Mr Alexander Luthor who had been appointed her guardian by her very own Aunt Nell. A small unlady like snort left her lips as she smirked at her aunts none to subtle statagey. Nell had always been close to Mr Luthor senior, Lana knew, but due to an unfortunate accident two weeks before Lana was now the sole responsibility of none other than his son in her aunts absence. A suit in his twenties who's life revolved around mergers and hostile take overs hardly sounded interesting to her. She had met Lionel a few times over the course of her life, but never his son, who she'd heard so much about. His exploits when younger had been hair raising and Lana had quite enjoyed eves dropping on those conversations which Lionel had shared with Nell. Lex, it seemed, had been quite the bad boy in Metropolis and that stirred her imagination. Although she doubted that the infamous Alexander could still be quite so wild. Everyone grew boring as they got older.
The fact that she was now the ward of the Mr Luther junior, was absolutely ridiculous considering that Lana herself was already seventeen. Surely Alexander was too young to be her guardian? His actual age she wasn't sure of, but she guessed him to be in his late twenties.
As she watched, a vehicle sped down the curved driveway with skill and a total lack of respect. Her interest was captured and her doe like hazel eyes sparkled as a wide smile spread across her face. As the car drew closer Lana realised that it was a Porche, silver and sleek. It drew to a skidding halt at the bottom of the front steps with led up to the wide double doors of the entrance hall.
Lana leaned out of the window slightly in her effort to see who it was, the absent mindedly twirling finger now slipped between her lips as she nibbled on its perfectly shaped manicured nail. The curtain of her long hair swirled around her face as she tried to get a better view.
A bald head emerged from the cars confines and Lana drew in an altogether unsteady breath at the unexpected revelation.
It was none other than Alexander Luthor. His bald head preceeded him. Lana had heard the stories of how he had been made bald as a child and how it distracted nothing from his overwhelming carisma and handsome face. Lana had scoffed at that falsehood; how could anyone be handsome without hair? And yet now as she surveyed his face, her mouth went dry and her stomach did several nervous, excited flips as cool blue eyes swung upwards to rest on her face.
Their eyes met and for a moment time stopped. Lana forgot to breath and her heart raced frantically. Lex allowed his gaze to drift over the lovely young woman framed in the upstairs window and felt a jolt of pure lust surge through him.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Even from this distance his trained eyes could see the wealth of beauty on that innocent, sublime face.
A small smile lifted his mouth into a smirk and still she stared.
Lex waved to the young girl, a small lift of his hand and it broke the spell. Her face flushed with colour before she waved to him quickly and disappeared from sight.
Lex felt a sudden lightening in him that hadn't been there earlier. Interest in the young woman whom had been entrusted into his care obliterated the irritation he'd felt up until that moment.
Even off limits, Lana Lang might prove to be a pleasant distraction from the boring tedium that was his life.
With Lionel out of the way in a hospital bed in Metropolis with a broken leg and a fractured spine after his accident last week, Lex had the free rein he needed to close several deals which his father would have otherwise had shut down. Lexcorp and Luthor Corp could only florish with his father's absence and that made Lex very happy.
There was no pity in him for his sire what so ever. Lionel was best neutralised and out of his life. It was that simple. Lex was the realistic and somewhat jaded product of his father's dubious parenting skills.
Lex threw his keys to the valet and smiled his greeting to the waiting staff as he strode inside to his fencing lesson, after which, his muay thai sparring partner would wait for him before dinner.
He didn't like to be bored and Lex deliberately kept himself active. It was best to avoid time for contemplating anything too closely. Life was always found wanting in those few moments he had to himself and he avoided inactivity at all costs. Of course being so physically fit had its pluses. Although far from bulky or muscular, Lex possessed the lithe athletic body of a Greek god. It, along with his unusual and entirely addictive brand of charm drew women to him in the droves.
Being one of the richest men on the planet didn't hurt either.
At twenty-eight Lex Luthor was known for his wild youth, his female conquests and his sheer ruthlessness in the board room..
Lex had always planned on being great. Shared glory held no appeal for him and he had always strived for his own gain. He had nothing to do with people who didn't fit into his master plan.
They were pointless, merely collateral damage.
Lex disliked Smallville. It was too quiet and genuine, it made him feel like he was about to be shown up for the vast multitude of his sins. The good, salt if the earth types which made up the citizens of this town left him cold.
He suddenly found himself wondering if Miss Lang would agree with him. She was his ward temporarily while Lionel was in hospital. It had been an unforseen complication which he didn't plan on being saddled with for too long. Lex certainly didn't see himself as a suitable father figure for a child of seventeen. He couldn't recall what girls of that age liked, having never spent any time with them, even when he had been that age himself.
He was suddenly eager to meet the lovely child he'd glimpsed upstairs. Ringing the bell in the living room he ordered Mrs Potts to find Miss Lang and bring her to him. With a sinuous grace he walked towards the glass tray of drinks and selected a bottle of water before shrugging out of his suit jacket and taking off his tie.
He detested that fucking monkey suit even though it represented a huge part of his life - or maybe because of it.
Mrs Potts returned looking flustered, her face slightly red and her hair strangely mussed.
Lex didn't need to ask. He simply arched a brow at his long time nanny, in question.
"Mr Alexander, I couldn't find Miss Lang. She's um...riding sir." She informed him, her upper lip twitching suspiciously as she remained otherwise calm. Lex shrewdly guessed that there was more to the story than there appeared to be.
Interesting, it appeared that Miss Lang was quite the brat. Lex wondered if he was allowed to chastise the child and he found himself very amused. If the little girl thought that her games would get him upset she'd find herself vastly out of her depth, because Lex himself had set the bar for adolescent rebellion and there was nothing he hadn't done.
With a short laugh Lex nodded and dismissed Mrs Potts. "Thank you. I will deal with Miss Lana Lang myself. You can go."
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Many hours later, Lana crept along the carpeted corridor towards the bedroom she'd been given, confident that she had eluded seeing Alexander Luthor. Her argument with Mrs Potts earlier had been unfortunate and Lana now regretted it.
Her long hair was a tangled mess and her face was flushed with colour, she made a fetching picture in her riding breeches and fitted white shirt. Long riding boots were caught in her fingers she made way slowly towards the safety of the solid wooden door which led to her bedroom. Heart pounding she opened it silently and slipped inside. Relief flooded her and she smiled to herself at her cleverly executed plan. Lex would soon discover that she didn't come when called, like some puppy.
Lana switched the light on and dropped her long boots beside the door before turning towards the bed. She froze and screamed shrilly as a dark figure caught her eye.
"Alexander. ..I mean Mr Luthor!" She gasped. "What are you doing here?!" She asked clutching her throat, eyes wary, heart thundering in her chest.
Lex smirked at her reaction and remained seated on the edge of her bed. "Please, Lana, take a seat. The bed is very comfortable even if I may say so myself. My name is Lex by the way. Alexander was a kid with red hair and a wimpy temperament. He's long gone. Please..." He said indicating the opposite side of the bed to where he was seated.
Lana looked at him warily, her eyes wide. She shook her head at his suggestion. "I'm fine here." She whispered hoarsely, "What did you want?"
"Well, since you didn't want to meet me earlier, I decided to wait here for you." Lex paused for a moment, his inscruciable gaze studying her porcelain face closely. "There will be rules here, Lana, and you will abide by them. Do I make myself clear?" He spoke so smoothly and calmly that it took the words a moment to sink in. "When I call you or wish to see you you will obey me, do I make myself clear?"
Lana's hazel eyes became stormy and she raised her chin defiantly. Her answer clearly written in her eyes.
"Lana, I would like your word on it." He prodded, sharp gaze fixed on her face. "Don't fuck with me, you won't like the results, that I can promise you." The curse word said in his smooth, cultured voice shocked Lana, making her eyes widen even further, her lips parting in surprise.
"And what if I say no?" Lana said at last, her voice soft and yet determined. "I don't usually answer to anyone. Nell let's me do as I wish for the most part and I. .."
Lex held up his hand a tiny grin on his lips. "Lana, let me assure you that I am nothing like your Aunt. This is my house and you are my responsibility until my father is well enough to resume his duties. Until that day you will do as I say. Do I make myself clear?"
Lex rose from the bed slowly and went to stand in front of her, his hands slung casually in his trousers pockets. Her scent assailed him and he felt an ache begin deep in the pit of his stomach. Her smelled sweet and sultry. Jasmine perhaps, vanilla, rose.
She smelt sublime.
Why the fuck did she have to smell so good?
Not by one flicker of an eye lash did Lex betray his attraction to her, it was normal for him to hide all emotion, so this came as second nature. Up close she was flawless and Lex had the overwhelming urge to just sit and watch her. Smooth alabaster skin covered fine delicate bones and showcased wide almond shaped eyes, thickly lashed and innocent. Her lips were plump, the lower lip much fuller than the top on which curved upward slightly, almost kittenish and as sexy as all hell.
Lex stood a foot away from her and all he wanted was to take her, right here right now and teach her all she needed to know about men. Fuck, what a pleasure that would be. Jaded women were his usual fare and he was heartily sick of them.
Lex liked the pure goodness he saw in her, he liked it and he hated it at the same time. She was a spoilt child but inately good, deep inside.
He wanted to destroy that goodness as much as he wanted to protect it in her, for it was an unusual quality to find in a woman, no matter how young.
"Alright. I'll be good." She replied at long last, her expression far from happy, her voice husky. Her eyes didn't quite meet his amused, steady gaze.
A smile twisted his mouth and didn't reach his glacial gaze.
"Lana, don't look so sad. Just do as I say and we'll get along just fine." Lex said briskly as he turned to leave.
Lana watched him go, her pulses racing, this man was dangerous to her self composure. He was cool, detached and she longed to know what was going on behind those pale blue eyes.
They hinted at nothing and yet held untold secrets.
They drove her crazy. She didn't know what this was, this breathless anticipation which he brought to life inside her. All she knew is that she felt more alive than she could ever remember feeling before.
"Good night. " Lex murmered as he left, shutting the door behind him. His point made, his work was done.
Lana released a shuddering sigh as his powerful presence was taken away.
Licking dry lips Lana fell onto her bed and lay there while her heart beat slowly returned to normal. There was a faint scent lingering in the air that was all Lex. She breathed it in deeply and rolled over onto her stomach smiling into her pillow.
Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad after all.
A/N; So what do you think? This will be my AU re telling of Lex and Lana. It will be my first multi chapter Smallville fic.