Chapter 4: Initiation to the Luthor Clan

Nudism just wasn't the same when it was done in a castle, Clark thought to himself as he flopped down onto the king-sized bed. He wasn't quite sure whether it was the lack of dirt that was found in the barn or the fact that he could no longer look at Lana from his telescope while doing it anymore. Or maybe it was just the fact that he could hear people moving about and didn't feel quite as alone as he did in the Fortress of Solitude.

It was his first weekend with the Luthors and Lionel had insisted that Clark take the time to learn what being a Luthor was all about. Lex was suppose to meet him at 1:00pm so they could start, it was already 3:00pm and Lex was no where to be found.

Clark was beginning to worry when his super hearing picked up a scream coming from one of the bedrooms in the mansion. He recognized the voice to be Lex's and super-speeded toward the sound.

Clark didn't think as he stopped in front of the door, and broke in.

What he saw there shocked him beyond human imagination...or alien imagination for that matter.

Lex screamed again, twitching and turning in his leather cuffs as his father's cock speared him with punishing strokes over and over again. He arched his body, eager and wanton for the sensation as his own length wept against Lionel's stomach.

Clark's squeak caught Lionel's attention and the man ceased his thrusting and turned towards the noise.

Lex moaned in frustration at the loss but followed his father's blind gaze.

"Clark!" he shouted, but unable to move due to the restraints. He looked back at Clark again and his expression of surprise was traded for that of pure lust.

It was only then that Clark realized he was still naked.

And that his dick was having a reaction.

He blushed furiously before reflectively grabbing the nearest object to cover himself with. In this case, it was an empty bottle of scotch on the near by table, which barely covered it and besides that, it only served to magnify and refract his hardening cock in strange ways.

Lex purred.

Clark ran.

"Wait Clark, I can explain!" Lex screamed after him

Clark made a pit stop at his bed room to put some clothes on before speeding back to the Kent farm. He tossed himself on the sofa once he was inside the barn. Usually he would be stripping right about now but he knew Lex was going to follow him so he didn't bother.

He heard tires screeching against concrete and knew that Lex was near. He flipped himself on his stomach, hiding his face as he heard the sound of expensive shoes enter the barn.

"Clark?"

The teen didn't answer but Lex knew he was there. He climbed up to see the boy curled up, face down on the couch and couldn't help but smile. Then he remembered why he was here and moved to sit next to Clark.

"Clark... Listen, I can explain."

At that Clark looked up with a blush. "Um...actually it's ok if you don't Lex. I really don't wanna know," he said before turning to stare at the floor, his face burning.

"Clark...I...Well you see-"

"I don't wanna know why you're having sex with your father Lex!!!"

"But Clark, this concerns you too," Lex said a little too calmly.

Clark was still blushing but his expression shifted to confusion.

"How does you...doing it ...with your father concern me?"

"Well, he is your father too Clark."

Clark's eyes widened as he shifted away from Lex. Lex ignored this sign of discomfort and continued talking anyway.

"You see Clark; it has long been the Luthor tradition for the father to," Lex paused to searching for the right words. "Stake his claim on his child's puberty."

Clark just gave him a confused look.

Lex rolled his eyes. "Um...Let me rephrase that. It's a Luthor tradition for the father to... claim the heir's sweet fruits of innocence."

This just caused Clark's eyebrows to knot together in more confusion. Lex sighed and gave up on subtlety.

"Clark, Luthor fathers have sex with their kids" he said this very slowly as if explaining it to a five year old. "It's a family tradition."

All the colors drained out of Clark's face before it was poured back again a million shades deeper than it was before. Clark just couldn't deal with the situation and did the only thing he could think of that usually made him more comfortable.

He got naked.

Clark slumped back down onto the sofa after finally yanking off his boxers and started breathing like he was having a panic attack. It was ten minutes before he noticed that Lex was looking at him. His intense stare was that of starved tiger eyeing its big, juicy prey.

"They certainly grow them BIG in Kansas," the man said suggestively.

It was only then that he realized that getting naked wasn't the best idea after all.

Clark edged slowly away from the older man, suddenly very aware of every cell in his body (assuming he had any) as Lex gave a quiet growl and started prowling toward him.

Then he pounced.

Clark saw Lex jumping at him and out of shock, pushed the bald man off the moment he landed. Unfortunately, he used just a little too much force and caused Lex to go through the roof and into the afternoon sky.

Clark didn't even have time to put his clothes on as he super-speeded out to catch his 'brother'. He ran into the corn field, held up his hand and half a nanosecond later, Lex was in his arms. He had hit his head too hard on the roof and was now unconscious, though no wound could be seen.

Clark sighed in relief as everything Jonathan Kent had ever taught him about precaution repeated itself in his head before carrying Lex to the mansion.

A whimper brought Clark's attention back to his brother as he opened his eyes and blinked confusingly at Clark.

"Hey Lex, how are you feeling?"

"Like I've been thrown around like a basket ball. What happened? Last thing I remember was..." He let the sentence trail off and looked back at Clark who was now fully clothed.

"I must have been dreaming," he murmured. "What time is it?"

"It's almost seven; we'll have to go down to dinner soon."

Lex's implanted eyebrows knotted together in confusion.

"What happened?"

"Oh, um...well... I...we were playing basketball this after noon, and uh...you fell and hit your head," Clark stuttered, hoping Lex would buy it, or at the very least, let it go.

"Riiight" Lex said, reminding himself to teach Clark how to lie better, but letting it go anyway.

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't get to teach you 'The Ways of the Luthors' as dad had wanted me too." Lex said, once again changing the subject.

Clark blushed again at the thought of what Lex had told him.

"It's ok, we still have tomorrow." He said enthusiastically as he reflected on all he had learnt today and wondered why it didn't bother him more than it did.

Lionel and Lex were already at the table when Clark had arrived and he could sense the usual tension in the room that was present during every meal they shared together and for the first time, Clark wondered if it was the kind of tension he'd originally thought it was when he'd first arrived.

He took a seat next to Lionel, opposite Lex as Lionel called for the appetizers to be served.

"So Clark, what did you learn today?" Lionel asked as everyone began to eat.

"I...uh...well you see I didn't get to learn much cause uh...well you see we had a little accident and Lex was unconscious...b-but only just a little bit"

"I see" Lionel said before reaching out for his scotch and taking a sip. "So I am to assume that Lex didn't explain to you about what you saw?"

Deer-caught-in-headlights expressions graced the faces of the two sons but for entirely different reasons.

Fortunately for them, Lionel was blind and didn't see them. But despite that, he could sense that they were both hiding something, if not from him then from each other.

Lex quickly changed his expression to that of one lost in thought but didn't say anything as Clark searched for words.

Lionel smirked again.

"Um, actually he did...daddy" Clark said nervously, breaking the silence "Just before the accident."

"I certainly hope that it wasn't the cause of the 'accident'." Lionel said in that creepy way he said things, like he could read everyone's minds.

"It wasn't," Clark said a little too quickly before staring at his food.

They continued to eat in silence as usual.

After the main course the Baked Alaska was served. Its flames rising up as the pure white of the whipped cream turned darker in an almost symbolic gesture.

When the fire was gone Clark dove in hungrily despite the large meal he'd just eaten as Lex watched with eyes just as hungry. Clark's wet tongue cleaned his lips from the white stain of cream and Lex purred again.

Clark stopped eating as he heard it. He was becoming very familiar with the sound and wondered if Lex had feline ancestors rather than primate. Then Lex bit his lips ineffectively fighting against a moan. Clark switched to x-ray vision and saw that Lionel was fondling Lex under the table. Then Lionel, as if he really could read Clark's mind, placed his hands on Clark's thigh as well. Clark gasped.

Then Lex reached over, half of his body lying on the table as his hands touched Clark's cheeks coming back with a bit of ice-cream on them.

"You missed a spot," he said huskily, putting his fingers over Clark's mouth. The boy looked at it before hesitantly sticking the tip of his tongue out, but as he got closer to those thin fingers, it moved away. His tongue followed it until he was leaning across the table when he finally caught it and took it into his mouth, his tongue tasting the sweetness of the ice-cream mixing with the salt of Lex's skin as he sucked on it

He let out an unfamiliar sound as the fingers moved away which was quickly replaced by warm lips. Clark licked at the scarred upper lips as they opened for his curious tongue. He lost all ability to think as the velvet feel of Lex's tongue slid over his. His own fought to feel more of it as the two entwined, lost in the sensation as their breath mixed together, hot against their skin.

A clattering sound brought their attention back to Earth. Slightly dazed, Clark looked down and realized that he had accidentally put his hand into his Baked Alaska and that the plate had fallen to the floor and broken.

He also realized that his pants were definitely tighter.

"Don't worry the maid will get that." Lex said casually as he sat back down onto the chair, acting as if nothing had happened and that it was perfectly normal for him to just get up and kiss his brother like that. But then, for him, it probably was.

Clark wiped his hand against a napkin before Lionel started to get up.

"Clark, Lex, walk me back to my room." He said; the smirk still on his face.

"Sure dad," Lex said before talking his father's hand and leading him out of the room.

"Come on Clark," he called after and Clark follow obediently all the while trying not to think.

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Afterwards they all lay there, slumped on the bed, completely boneless and dazed in their high. Eventually Lex got up, it was then that Clark noticed the blood running down his legs.

"Oh my god! Lex, I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize I was thrusting that hard."

Lex just smiled, "It's ok Clark, I've had worse. You were great tonight." He said before leaning down to give Clark a tender kiss before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Clark removed the condom from himself and Lionel before slumping back down on the bed. Trying not to let his brain catch up with him. He was too tired to think about moral issues and what this could mean right now.

Lex returned a while later and handed the others a wet towel to clean off before lying down and snuggling against Clark. Lionel lay down on his other side, his hand stroking Clark's hair tenderly as his two sons fell asleep. He gave them both a kiss on their foreheads.

"Welcome to the Luthors, Clark" He murmured before sleep finally took over.

END OF PART ONE