Disclaimer: NO! NO! NO! i do not own Smallville, or sexy Lex Luthor, or spunky smart Chloe. if i did, they would be together in the show. but alas, they aren't. so don't bug me about it. -

Chapter four: Kinky

"I'm sorry Lex. I didn't think she'd actually smell it from all the way in there."

Lex glared at the wide blue eyed kid as he placed a chunk of ice gingerly on his blackened eye.

"Yeah right. I doubt you ever think things through Clark."

"I'm sorry, I really am."

Lex shook his head and examined a bite mark on his hand. When the office door had opened, it revealed Lex's worse nightmare.

A tired, PMSing and Coffee withdrawaled Chloe.

The second she saw the cup she jumped him, smashing his head into a nearby locker trying to get it from him. All the while chanting;

"Coffee! Coffee! Coffee! Give me coffee!"

It was horrible.

But of course he had to be an idiot and try to keep it from her. Since he of course hadn't had much of the stuff either.

All he got for his trouble was a black eye, a few bites marks as well as some scratches in places he didn't even want to think about.

Shaking his head, Lex got to his feet.

"I've got to go Clark."

"Oh, alright Lex. Be careful."

"Yeah, I'll remember that and never drink coffee around Chloe again, until she's had at least 3 cups."

Clark's laughter followed the billionaire as he left the Kent household.

Driving slowly home, Lex remembered Chloe's face when she realized what she had done.

Her hazel eyes had widened and her mouth had dropped in surprise.

"OhMyGOD! I am sooo Sorry Lex! I didn't, I mean, I uh…"

Clark had dragged him to his feet. Already, lex could feel the bruises starting to form. He knew he was going to ache for a while…

Man, what was it with his bad luck with women? Already he's gotten attacked by the same girl over four times! What else does he have to do to piss her off? What else can SHE do to him.

No, he didn't even want to think about it.

Pulling up in his driveway, Lex groaned when he saw the car parked there. He knew who it belonged too. 'Dammit it. What else can go wrong with today?'

Slowly he went into the house and headed towards his office and towards his newest visitor. 'God, I hope he doesn't stay long.'

Lex pushed the door opened to reveal the man waiting inside.

"Hello Alexander."

"Dad. What are you doing here?"

Lionel Luthor tried to looks innocent as he picked up a paperweight that rested on Lex's desk. But the expression looked out of place on the old man's face.

"What? Can't a father visit his own son?"

"No, not you. What do you want?"

Lionel sighed and set the crystal down. Facing his wayward son he frowned.

"I want you to come to Metropolis with me. For a week or more."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to come with me to some meetings."

Lex sighed and ran his hand over his scalp.

"Dad, I've got things I need to do here."

"Then change your plans."

"No."

That's when Lionel noticed the bite marks and bruises.

"Son,"

"Yes dad?"

"Are those bruises?"

Lex glanced at his hand absently grimacing.

"Yes. What do you think they were? Smudges of ink?

"No, but Lex, why are you covered in bruises?"

'Because I was an idiot and tried to keep coffee away from that blonde monster, Chloe. Key word tried, not succeeded. After all of that, she got it spilt all over him. So neither of them got to drink it.'

"What do you think?"

"I didn't know that you were into the kinky crap."

Lex almost blushed, at the mere thought of Chloe tying him up, or the other way around.

"Dad."

Lex stressed the word through gritted teeth, grateful of the darkness of the room, so his dad couldn't see the slight redness to his face.

"Please keep things like that to yourself."

Lionel chuckled and pushed away from the oak desk.

"Alright son."

"Now, could you leave?"

"Fine. But one day you'll return to Metropolis and wish you had taken me up on my offer."

"Yeah right dad."

With that, Lionel left Lex alone in his office. And alone with his thoughts.

Lex glared at the bite marks on his hand.

"Damn it Chloe."

TBC...