The Sweetest Thing
A Smallville fic by The Fox.
L/C Slash-NC-17
====================
Part One- DRIVER'S HIGH
- That's what I call an exercise of youthful energy at morning. Always so energetic? What the hell are they feeding you?- the
cranky voice came lazily from the other side of the bench, and Clark lifted his eyes to see Lex peeking from his car,
sunglasses on, grinning with his usual lizard smile. He was startled: he hadn't heard the slightest noise, even if the –he
checked with a sigh- Alfa Romeo was a silent engine.
It was bright and early, and the warming sun was starting to burn his naked back. He has been working hard, carrying piles of
hay from the dawn, but he still had a lot to go. Of course, working in the cover of dawn made easy to lift enormous chunks
without anybody noticing, but even then it was a hard job, and he was covered in dirt, but felt like smiling. In change, and
despite the brilliant blue day, Lex Luthor looked cranky, even in his Armani spotless suit.
- Had a late night?- Clark smiled back, lifting another chunk. Lex left his car, and leaned with casual grace in the closed
wooden fence door.
- I hate getting up this early. It's unholy. –
- Not a rise and shine person, are you?- Clark started a jog to the granero with his prize barely balanced.- Why you did, so?-
- I have an accursed meeting in Metropolis at eleven with a bunch of old men that love the sound of their own voices. My
father's idea, of course.- Lex crossed his arms, and watched Clark come back for more hay.- And this is your father's idea,
and you seem to be enjoying yourself.-
- Yeah, well… somebody has to do it. The cows do eat, you know.-
- And you do this joyfully for the cow's sake. Here. Let me help.- Lex suddenly climbed the barrier and fell into his feet next
to Clark, cat-like grace as he took his glasses away and shrugged out his jacket.- A bit of voluntary good-will job could be fun,
for the sake of variety if nothing else.-
- You'll get dirty. – Clark protested, laughing at Lex antics. Lex was so unpredictable that being with him was never boring:
here he was, the richest boy in the center of the country, staring to a pile of hay, dressed irreproachably, and looking like he
was trying to intimidate the pile, that doesn't looked impressed. When Lex bent to grab the pile and overbalanced under the
unexpected weight, landing in his Armani-covered butt, Clark bursted laughing. He tried to contain his laugh, fearful to offend
the rich boy, but Lex flashed him a grin, and bent to grab the pile again.
Clark laughed seeing him cringe his nose.
- It stinks, isn't it? I rather like that odor.-
- It smells like Diavolo. Cheapy little nasty thing that it is.-. Lex took firm steps to the granero with his charge. Clark followed
him with his own, looking him at him with some new respect. It was said rich boys were wimps, but Lex most obviously
wasn't. He kept himself fit, and it was no weakness in his posture.
- I was wondering if you'll mind a quick ride to Metropolis.- Lex said finally , letting his charge drop in a big container
- Oh?- Clark blinked, and then smiled, shaking his head.- I don't think is possible, Lex, thanks but I have homework and I don't
think my Dad will…-
Lex rolled his eyes, and then they heard a yell from the doors.
- Luthor. What are you doing here?- the voice of Jonathan Kent barely concealed his hostility. Lex, nonplussed for it, turned
with his best smile, and shook his hand. Clark looked a bit embarrassed to his mother, who had came strolling behind.
- Good morning, Mr. Kent. I just stopped by to kidnap Clark to Metropolis for the day, if he's free. –
- Hell no.- Jonathan recomposed.- I'm afraid we have too much work to do, Luthor, and my son is too busy, unlike others, to
indulge on going anywhere…-
- You can make me some charges!- Martha squealed happily, to produce paper and pencil and scribble some notes.- Clark,
please come back early. Lex, drive safely.-
-… Martha…- Jonathan groaned, but Clark has already zoomed out to take a quick shower, and Lex was smiling widely, and
waving as he hurried to get the car.
- Clark. I'm going to be clear. Remember: no drugs. No sex. No drinking. And don't accept anything from him.-
- Dad, I've heard you.- Clark dressed hurriedly, shaking his rebel black curls to dry them.- I know how to take care of
myself, and besides, what can Lex do to me? –
- I'll prefer not to elaborate, here.-
Clark groaned.- Lex is no vampire, Dad. And come on, gimme a break! He would need nothing short of a bullet train to start
talking about hurting me…-
Jonathan Kent crossed his arms and followed his just bathed and smartened son outside, where a tasty dark red Alfa Romeo
waited, engine purring softly. His crinkled brow showed he didn't put past Lex Luthor the image of a SD Clark tied to a train's
rails in a 1940's dame-in-distress fashion, with the bald boy laughing maniacally, moustache included.
- Just take care.-
- I'll do. Bye Mom, bye Dad!- he waved, running to the car and jumping in the passenger' seat. Luthor nodded and wavered
too, a smile in his face, but Jonathan stood there, hands on his pockets.
- They're so sweet.- Martha leaned in his arms, and sighed.- I don't know why you keep detesting poor Lex so much. I've
grown rather fond of him. –
- Martha, are you forgotten who his father is?-
- Darling, for what we know, Clark's biological father can be Evil Ming.-
- Hrrph.-
- What's that? Never heard it before.- Clark opened the window, letting the wind dry his still damp air. The music from high
fidelity CD-ROM system filled gently but powerfully the car, and Lex was smiling under his dark glasses, humming softly as
the rhythm.
- I believe you. Is J-pop. I've grown partial to it. The major part is bullshit, but this group had something I like.-
- I can't make out what the girl is saying.-
- It's a guy. And of course you can't make it, unless you're fluent in Hokkaido dialect: is Japanese.-
Clark stared with a disbelieving smile.- And you are…?-
- Dad thought it was part of my education. You know, Japanese holdings has lot of power nowdays.-
- Sometimes I just can't believe you.- Clark blinked at the nonchalant grin of the rich heir.- How's the song called?-
- Driver's High.-
Clark let finally laughter overcame him as he brushed his eyes.- I should have known…-
Burning metal silver heart
Light the fuse, is the most amazing feeling
I'll make a sandstorm as I drive
Screaming mixing, furious heartbeat I see a missile rain
The adrenaline flowing through me, I'm overheating
But even if I explode into ashes I'll keep on grinning, doubtlessly
C'on, give me your hand!
Wow crash, into the rolling morning,
Flash, I'm on the coolest driver's high,
With the best good bye, yeah!
So, after putting on your favorite clothes, let's escape
Wow crash, into the rolling morning,
Flash, I'm on the coolest driver's high,
Flying with wings of steel...
Wow crash, into the rolling morning,
Flash, I'm on the coolest driver's high,
We'll meet again in the next life, yeah!
- Will you mind dropping the hurry!? I don't fancy the idea of getting in another car crash with you, no matter what your
Japanese song says!-
- WHAT?- Lex was grinning over the deafening volume of the song.- I can't hear you!-
Clark groaned. So he rested in the seat, gave to God a quick thought, and prepared to enjoy the bullet-like velocity they had in
the deserted road, fresh morning and blue sky zooming around them. If you can't against them, join them, the saying said,
and given it could be the last moments of his life, he could as well let himself to enjoy them.
A Smallville fic by The Fox.
L/C Slash-NC-17
====================
Part One- DRIVER'S HIGH
- That's what I call an exercise of youthful energy at morning. Always so energetic? What the hell are they feeding you?- the
cranky voice came lazily from the other side of the bench, and Clark lifted his eyes to see Lex peeking from his car,
sunglasses on, grinning with his usual lizard smile. He was startled: he hadn't heard the slightest noise, even if the –he
checked with a sigh- Alfa Romeo was a silent engine.
It was bright and early, and the warming sun was starting to burn his naked back. He has been working hard, carrying piles of
hay from the dawn, but he still had a lot to go. Of course, working in the cover of dawn made easy to lift enormous chunks
without anybody noticing, but even then it was a hard job, and he was covered in dirt, but felt like smiling. In change, and
despite the brilliant blue day, Lex Luthor looked cranky, even in his Armani spotless suit.
- Had a late night?- Clark smiled back, lifting another chunk. Lex left his car, and leaned with casual grace in the closed
wooden fence door.
- I hate getting up this early. It's unholy. –
- Not a rise and shine person, are you?- Clark started a jog to the granero with his prize barely balanced.- Why you did, so?-
- I have an accursed meeting in Metropolis at eleven with a bunch of old men that love the sound of their own voices. My
father's idea, of course.- Lex crossed his arms, and watched Clark come back for more hay.- And this is your father's idea,
and you seem to be enjoying yourself.-
- Yeah, well… somebody has to do it. The cows do eat, you know.-
- And you do this joyfully for the cow's sake. Here. Let me help.- Lex suddenly climbed the barrier and fell into his feet next
to Clark, cat-like grace as he took his glasses away and shrugged out his jacket.- A bit of voluntary good-will job could be fun,
for the sake of variety if nothing else.-
- You'll get dirty. – Clark protested, laughing at Lex antics. Lex was so unpredictable that being with him was never boring:
here he was, the richest boy in the center of the country, staring to a pile of hay, dressed irreproachably, and looking like he
was trying to intimidate the pile, that doesn't looked impressed. When Lex bent to grab the pile and overbalanced under the
unexpected weight, landing in his Armani-covered butt, Clark bursted laughing. He tried to contain his laugh, fearful to offend
the rich boy, but Lex flashed him a grin, and bent to grab the pile again.
Clark laughed seeing him cringe his nose.
- It stinks, isn't it? I rather like that odor.-
- It smells like Diavolo. Cheapy little nasty thing that it is.-. Lex took firm steps to the granero with his charge. Clark followed
him with his own, looking him at him with some new respect. It was said rich boys were wimps, but Lex most obviously
wasn't. He kept himself fit, and it was no weakness in his posture.
- I was wondering if you'll mind a quick ride to Metropolis.- Lex said finally , letting his charge drop in a big container
- Oh?- Clark blinked, and then smiled, shaking his head.- I don't think is possible, Lex, thanks but I have homework and I don't
think my Dad will…-
Lex rolled his eyes, and then they heard a yell from the doors.
- Luthor. What are you doing here?- the voice of Jonathan Kent barely concealed his hostility. Lex, nonplussed for it, turned
with his best smile, and shook his hand. Clark looked a bit embarrassed to his mother, who had came strolling behind.
- Good morning, Mr. Kent. I just stopped by to kidnap Clark to Metropolis for the day, if he's free. –
- Hell no.- Jonathan recomposed.- I'm afraid we have too much work to do, Luthor, and my son is too busy, unlike others, to
indulge on going anywhere…-
- You can make me some charges!- Martha squealed happily, to produce paper and pencil and scribble some notes.- Clark,
please come back early. Lex, drive safely.-
-… Martha…- Jonathan groaned, but Clark has already zoomed out to take a quick shower, and Lex was smiling widely, and
waving as he hurried to get the car.
- Clark. I'm going to be clear. Remember: no drugs. No sex. No drinking. And don't accept anything from him.-
- Dad, I've heard you.- Clark dressed hurriedly, shaking his rebel black curls to dry them.- I know how to take care of
myself, and besides, what can Lex do to me? –
- I'll prefer not to elaborate, here.-
Clark groaned.- Lex is no vampire, Dad. And come on, gimme a break! He would need nothing short of a bullet train to start
talking about hurting me…-
Jonathan Kent crossed his arms and followed his just bathed and smartened son outside, where a tasty dark red Alfa Romeo
waited, engine purring softly. His crinkled brow showed he didn't put past Lex Luthor the image of a SD Clark tied to a train's
rails in a 1940's dame-in-distress fashion, with the bald boy laughing maniacally, moustache included.
- Just take care.-
- I'll do. Bye Mom, bye Dad!- he waved, running to the car and jumping in the passenger' seat. Luthor nodded and wavered
too, a smile in his face, but Jonathan stood there, hands on his pockets.
- They're so sweet.- Martha leaned in his arms, and sighed.- I don't know why you keep detesting poor Lex so much. I've
grown rather fond of him. –
- Martha, are you forgotten who his father is?-
- Darling, for what we know, Clark's biological father can be Evil Ming.-
- Hrrph.-
- What's that? Never heard it before.- Clark opened the window, letting the wind dry his still damp air. The music from high
fidelity CD-ROM system filled gently but powerfully the car, and Lex was smiling under his dark glasses, humming softly as
the rhythm.
- I believe you. Is J-pop. I've grown partial to it. The major part is bullshit, but this group had something I like.-
- I can't make out what the girl is saying.-
- It's a guy. And of course you can't make it, unless you're fluent in Hokkaido dialect: is Japanese.-
Clark stared with a disbelieving smile.- And you are…?-
- Dad thought it was part of my education. You know, Japanese holdings has lot of power nowdays.-
- Sometimes I just can't believe you.- Clark blinked at the nonchalant grin of the rich heir.- How's the song called?-
- Driver's High.-
Clark let finally laughter overcame him as he brushed his eyes.- I should have known…-
Burning metal silver heart
Light the fuse, is the most amazing feeling
I'll make a sandstorm as I drive
Screaming mixing, furious heartbeat I see a missile rain
The adrenaline flowing through me, I'm overheating
But even if I explode into ashes I'll keep on grinning, doubtlessly
C'on, give me your hand!
Wow crash, into the rolling morning,
Flash, I'm on the coolest driver's high,
With the best good bye, yeah!
So, after putting on your favorite clothes, let's escape
Wow crash, into the rolling morning,
Flash, I'm on the coolest driver's high,
Flying with wings of steel...
Wow crash, into the rolling morning,
Flash, I'm on the coolest driver's high,
We'll meet again in the next life, yeah!
- Will you mind dropping the hurry!? I don't fancy the idea of getting in another car crash with you, no matter what your
Japanese song says!-
- WHAT?- Lex was grinning over the deafening volume of the song.- I can't hear you!-
Clark groaned. So he rested in the seat, gave to God a quick thought, and prepared to enjoy the bullet-like velocity they had in
the deserted road, fresh morning and blue sky zooming around them. If you can't against them, join them, the saying said,
and given it could be the last moments of his life, he could as well let himself to enjoy them.
