With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies?

Notes- I love Clark sooo much, but I just had to see what he'd be like all evil! This idea about Lionel and Clark just popped into my head and screamed at me until I wrote it down. Oh, and also, this is my first attempt at slash fic, so don't judge too harshly!

Disclaimer- I own nothing, except the storyline, and a very strange mind.

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Lionel Luthor was working in his office, when he was irritatingly interrupted by a knock on the heavy oak door.

"Yes?" he barked.

The door snicked open a crack, and a guy with a receding hairline and a scrawny neck poked his head round.

"Um, there's a Clark Kent to see you, sir."

"Clark Kent, hmm? Very well, send him in."

The door opened wider and a large, rather awkward looking boy with messy dark hair appeared.

"Ah, Clark. May I call you Clark?" Clark nodded. "Please, have a seat." Clark walked in and sat in the seat indicated to him by Lionel.

"So Clark, what can I do for you?" asked Lionel.

"It's been my experience that you don't do things for people without wanting something in return. Usually something pretty big," replied Clark, meeting Lionel's gaze, and narrowing his normally wide, innocent stare.

"Why Clark. How can you say that? I helped your parents adopt you-"

"And forced my dad to persuade Mr. Ross to sell his land."

"I asked him to do me a favour."

"You blackmailed him."

Lionel frowned. A change of subject was in order.

"What did you come here for, Clark? After all, if you want a favour, why not go to Lex? He is infatuated with you, after all."

Clark smiled. He had noticed the subject change, and Lionel's increasing anger.

"Well, that's partly it. Lex keeps mooning after me, giving me these longing looks. He thinks I haven't noticed, but it's really starting to bug me."

Lionel quirked an eyebrow. This was getting interesting…