It's ALIVE!

Yes, this story is still alive despite long peroids with no updates. Sorry for those who actually read it for taking so long.

And thanks to my boyfriend, Big and my friendlilliluthor who beta read my story. All mistakes are my own, they just made it less grammatically fucked up.

Chapter 6: Most screwed up plot device ever!

The inside of the "House of Sin" was like that of any typical night club, with its flashing strobe lights, painfully loud music and sweaty bodies rubbing against each other on the dance floor. The difference was that the place looked like the inside of a church; complete with confession booths with people having sex in them and a bar as the altar.

Lex sighed as he looked over at the teenagers, all eager and hyperactive as the way too colorful drinks were served at their table. Lex took a sip of his scotch as the belly dancer girls made their way to the dance floor and gave the straight men of the club a show. He looked, eyes green with envy as Whitney flirted with Clark publicly; his hands presumably down Clark's pants as the boy moaned in pleasure.

"Dude! Can't you go do that somewhere more private?" Whitney simply pouted at Pete before continuing with his task of completely debauching Clark.

"God, I am so outta here." Pete said loudly in frustration at his friends before moving to the dance floor.

"You know Pete's right Clark; you need discretion now that you're a Luthor. I don't want you becoming front page news for this. I suggest you find some place more private," Lex said coldly and maturely when what he really wanted to do was rip the blondie off his brother and thoroughly, thoroughly ravish Clark himself.

Clark pulled Whitney's hands out of his pants trying hard not to groan in frustration and failing miserably. Whitney smirked at Lex. He knew full well that the bald man couldn't do anything with Clark in public. The scandal over a Luthor being gay would be no where near as big as the scandal over Lex having an affair with his own brother.

"Clark, would you like to make a confession?" Whitney whispered to the young Kent-Luthor. The boy looked over at Lex for a brief second, as if trying to see if Lex was ok with it. Lex gave him a shrug, which Clark took as a "do whatever you want", so the teen got up and made his way with Whitney across the dance floor to a confession booth.

Lex took another swig of his drink.

Now that Pete was far from the horny gay men who couldn't keep their hands off each other, he was having a really great time. Hot chicks were dancing all around him as he enjoyed the view of Chloe and Lana's dance and he lost himself in the swirling mass of sweaty bodies. It was only by accident that he saw the shadow of someone through the unstained part of the stain glass windows. He didn't really acknowledge it at first until he looked again to see that that someone had a cross bow in their hands aiming to the left of him.

He followed the aim to see a tiny red laser spot on the pale porcelain skin of none other than Lady Victoria Hardwick standing a few feet away from him in front of a confession booth. The lady didn't seem to notice as she sipped her Martini, looking bored.

Out of instinct, Pete looked around quickly for the gay brunette and his blond pirate boyfriend. They were no where to be found. Damnit! It was all up to him now.

Using all the speed he had Pete rushed up to the lady, just before the trigger was pulled and tackled her down to the floor. The arrow hit the wooden booth and started burning slowly. The bartender at the bar nearby was the only one that noticed and he took the hose out from under the table and sprayed the water at them; effectively putting out the fire.

Stuff like this must happen here often, Pete thought, as the bartender went back to serving drinks to a blond couple and no one else took notice of them as they continued dancing.

"Thank you," a voice said softly from beneath him and he realized that he was still lying on top of the women. He got up quickly and smiled shyly, blushing as he offered the lady a hand to help her up.

Suddenly, Clark and Whitney burst out of the confession booth, Clark's pants still around his knees. They paused once they were out and Clark blushed and quickly brought his pants up to cover his still hard penis.

"I thought I saw a fire," he said alarmed.

"You did, the bartender put it out before it could…"

But before Pete could finish his sentence, a grey rabbit flew over all of their heads and landed on the floor next to Victoria.

Everyone looked at the little creature curiously before Lex ran up to it and took it into his hands.

"Oh my god! Nibblet! What are you doing here? I told you to stay in the car! Oh you poor thing, were you scared without me there? Oh I'm sorry, daddy's here now and I'm not leaving you again. Oh you poor thing."

Everyone raised their eye brows at that but Lex didn't notice as he kept petting the little creature, completely ignoring everyone else as he made cooing noises at it.

"Oh dear god!" Victoria exclaimed in amazement tinged with horror as she looked up at the stained glass roof, right at the moon.

"What is it?" Clark asked curiously as Whitney lifted up his shirt to touch his bare skin.

Victoria turned and looked strangely at Pete. "You just saved my life whist having a confrontation with sodomites on the night of the 4/5th moon inside a "house of sin" in the presence of a descendant of a Lord of Monmouth shire and a small woodland animal above our heads."

This time, the crowd turned to look strangely at the brunette lady and gave her a raised eyebrow.

"Umm... I guess so," Pete replied, with uncertainty.

Victoria looked terrified. No one understood why.

"I need a drink," the brunette mumbled as she went and got herself one. Everyone else followed. Curious as to where this is all going.

After she finished her first drink and ordered a second one, she turned to face Pete.

"I think you might have to marry me," she said loudly against the music.

"What!"

"I think you might have to marry me" she repeated, louder this time though it wasn't the volume of her voice that invoked the response.

"What!" It was Clark who said it the second time as everyone looked at Victoria like she was insane.

"According to the Monmouth Shire Edict, if a man saves a woman's life whilst having a confrontation with sodomites on the night of the 4/5th moon inside a house of sin in the presence of a descendant of the Lord of Monmouth shire with a small woodland animal above their heads, then he must marry her."

The crowd looked more bewildered than ever.

"I'm a descendant of the Lord of Monmouth Shire on my mother's side."

Everyone stared at her in silence.

"It's an old Welsh tradition that was passed down my family. I only remembered it because it was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of. It was created because some rich arsehole great great great grand parent of mine wanted to marry some girl and couldn't, so when that peculiar event happened he took the opportunity to call it destiny and made a law out of it and got her to marry him thinking that the same string of peculiar events couldn't possibly happen again."

"Riiight" Lex responded.

"So why would you follow something so ridiculous and archaic?"

"What are the chances that a man saves a woman's life whilst having a confrontation with sodomites on the night of the 4/5th moon inside a house of sin with the presence of a descendant of the Lord of Monmouth shire with a small woodland animal above their heads? It can't just be pure chance, and if it is, how can it ever possibly happen in real life? It's got to mean something."

"I never took you for the destiny type Victoria," Lex said, still looking at the women like she was insane, all the while stroking his pet lovingly. "Besides, how can you marry Pete Ross? He's a high school sophomore from Smallville."

"Well, the tradition says that if they can't be married right away then they can wait and just get to know each other," she explained, turning to Pete and staring at him seductively. "Besides, you did save my life. I should show my gratitude."

Pete was too mesmerized by her to answer at that point.

"Um...Lady Hardwick," Clark said, grabbing her attention.

"What is it?"

"Um, well your claws are digging into me again," he said, gesturing to the red nails currently digging into Clark's impenetrable skin. "Would you mind getting them off me please?"

Victoria let go of Clark and brought her nails up for inspection. A quiet "damnit!" could be heard before she turned back to Pete.

"Mr. Ross, is it? Er, would you like to join me at the Maison Orleans Hotel?"

"Sure," Pete answered with a dreamy look in his eyes as Lady Hardwick led him away.

The next morning Whitney woke up with the worst hangover he ever had. He felt like his head and stomach were about to burst and it got ten times worst every time he moved his body.

It wasn't like the blond had never had a hangover before. On the contrary, he'd had many hangovers before from late night partying with his friends in high school and later on nights off in the marines; he knew very well how to handle hangovers, even memorized the recipe for the cure for it by heart. But none of the hangovers were ever this bad before. Whitney didn't even remember drinking that much. All he remembered about last night was the feel of Clark's body, Clark's skin, Clark's mouth, Clark's cock.

Maybe Clark can excrete alcohol through his dick or something. It's possible; he is from Smallville after all.

"Fuck! Shit!" he heard from somewhere outside his room before the door burst open. Whitney groaned as Lex yanked the curtain open, letting in the painful evil sunlight that burned his remaining eye.

"Rise and shine princess!" Lex said, his voice (which wasn't really that loud) rung through Whitney's ears.

"Ah! Not so loud!" the man exclaimed as he tried to cover his face with a pillow. Lex simply rolled his eyes and threw a newspaper at him. The blond slowly picked it up and looked at it through a blurry eye.

""Is Pirate Fetish in?" Are you saying that I'm a trend queen Lex?"

"Yes, I came all the way to your room this early in the morning after a late night of partying just to say that you, Whitney Fordman are a trend follower."

Whitney just looked confused at Lex.

"THE FRONT PAGE, YOU TIT! THE FRONT PAGE!"

"Alright! You don't have to be so loud," Whitney said, tucking a strand of long blond hair away from his face before turning to the front page of the newspaper. "Hmm... Let's see "Government set to raise gasoline prices", "Stock market on the down turn", "Queer Luthors Ahoy!", "Six killed in boating accident"... wait. "Queer Luthors Ahoy!"? Did you finally come out Lex?"

The bald man sighed and took the paper away from Whitney. "Sub headline: Clark Luthor beds unidentified male pirate!"

"Oh... That's bad isn't it?"

"No, it's great! Don't you know that when the possible heir to a multi billion dollar corporation is caught literally with his pants down with an anonymous man in a pirate costume, investor's confidence shoots right through the roof!"

"Is that sarcasm?"

"Jesus! You really ARE a natural blond aren't you?"

"Hey! Blonds aren't really dumb, that's just a stupid stereotype!"

"Well then maybe you should stop acting dumb because you're giving all the other blonds a bad name!"

"Give him a break Lex he's having a hangover. Of course he's a bit slow today," Clark said cheerfully as he entered the room with a tray of hangover cures for Whitney. "Here, I got the cook to make you these. It tastes really bad but I think it'll help."

"Thanks Clark," Whitney said with a tired smile but before he could take a sip he got up and ran to the toilet and shut the door. Lex thanked god for sound proof walls. He really didn't need to hear the blond empty out his stomach right now.

"What's going on Lex?" Clark asked. He knew Lex wouldn't come all the way to Whitney's room just to have a verbal sparring.

Lex simply threw the newspaper at him.

""Is Pirate Fetish in?" Lex, are you telling me that I'm a conformist?"

Lex very nearly growled as he took the paper away from Clark, turned it to the front page and handed it back to him. After a second Clark's face twisted into a mask of complete horror, which was a relief to Lex who was afraid that Clark would take as long as Whitney did to finally acknowledge the situation they were in.

"Aww, six killed in boating accident; that's so sad," Clark said as he read the article.

"NOT THAT ARTICLE JULIAN!" Lex screamed, god what's wrong with everyone today?

"Oh," Clark exclaimed and continued reading, "OH!" he said finally in understanding. "Oh shit! My dads are gonna kill me!"

"Finally!" Lex exclaimed in relief.

"Oh my god Lex, they have pictures in here. What am I going to do?"

"Well, luckily we weren't in Kansas so they can't arrest you for sodomy, though even if you were in Kansas I don't think they can either, not just because the sodomy law is unconstitutional but because, well, we're Luthors, we have enough power and influence to get away with something as little as this; so we don't have to worry about legality too much. It's still going to be a major PR nightmare though. I've already spoken to dad and he said he wants all of us back in Smallville ASAP so we can talk about this. Julian, make sure everyone's packed in the next two hours."

Clark nodded slightly as Lex left the room.

There was something different about Lex's office that afternoon; though everything within it was exactly the same as when they were last in it. The light still shone from outside the window, the stained glass casting purple and red shades onto the wooden interior and the seats were still as comfortable as they always were. It must have been the silence. The deafening silence that had never existed here before as Lionel stared blindly at them all, not saying a word.

It must have been hours before even a single syllable escaped his mouth.

"Well?" he said and Whitney looked nervously at Clark who turned to look nervously at Lex.

"Um, I'm sorry?" Clark muttered. "I should have been more careful, I didn't realize I was that famous."

"There's a Clark Luthor fan club in Metropolis and you think you're not famous?" Whitney whispered into his ears.

"Not helping here Whitney." Clark said, frustrated.

"Well, what's done is done. Clark, you shall be punished later. You too Lex," Lionel said with a smirk that made his two sons shiver while the hair's on the back of Whitney's neck stood up for reasons unknown to him.

"But for now, we shall deal with what we are going to do. We could say that picture was a fake, buy off the witnesses and black list the photographer and journalists. Or, Clark and this young man can come out together as a couple and demand that the paper apologize for making your loving relationship into some sort of twisted affair. We'll get lots of publicity, make up some sob story about how horrible it is to be in the closet, then both of you can join some gay liberal organization, contribute lots of money and we'll turn that PR nightmare into PR gold. Luthorcorp hasn't been showing any support for the homosexual community anyway. It'll be good for our reputation as being...open minded. Clark, I hope that you at least know this boy's name."

"Daddy, this is Whitney. Whitney Fordman, he was a star quarterback here in Smallville. He joined the marines last year. He just came back from a battle in Kuwait."

"Perfect. Lex, help him write a speech on how hard he's fought for a nation that doesn't give him any freedom or something will you?"

"Of course" Lex said. Lionel couldn't see it but there he was obviously insanely jealous. All his life he wanted to come out as a bisexual but his father never let him. He told him it would decrease the chance of Lex producing an heir and now Clark, who had been in the family for only four or five months got to come out with full support. It wasn't fair, but then when was life ever fair. He knew that having an heir was part of his duty as a Luthor; didn't mean he had to like it though.

"Wonderful, now Mr. Fordman if you would please leave us, we have some...family business to discuss."

Whitney nearly tripped himself, trying to get out as fast as he could. He didn't want to know what punishment Lionel was going to give his sons.

Later that night.

"Mum? Dad?" Clark called as he walked cautiously into the rustic yellow farmhouse.

"Hello son," Jonathan greeted him with a wide smile as his arms circled around his son to let him into the house. Clark smiled in relief; maybe they haven't read the newspaper after all.

"Hi honey," his mum greeted and Clark smiled at her...Until he noticed the picture of his in the newspaper sitting on the table. He gulped.

"So," Martha started, "looks like you've had quite a wild time during your weekend vacation. Is there anything you would like to tell us Clark?"

"Um, I'm gay?" Clark said hesitantly.

"That's my boy!" his father said in a strangely proud way, "Admitting the truth like a man. I'm proud of you son. I thought you would never come clean with that, not that we can blame you. I mean we've been training you to keep the truth about yourself hidden all your life. I'm glad you've learned to make the distinction between what you should keep hidden and what you should have out in the open though."

Of all the reactions he thought he'd get, that was the last thing he expected and he gave his parents a wide smile. His parents were so cool. "Thanks, I thought you guys would get mad or something."

"Well, getting caught having sex in a night club isn't exactly an ideal way to come out," his mother said sheepishly, "but I'm glad you're not planning to cover it up honey. You've been living with so many secrets we were afraid that you were going to crack. I'm so glad you've found a nice young man like Whitney to help take care of you."

"You know it was Whitney? They didn't put names in that article."

"Of course we know honey; there was a picture of him in there after all. I think everyone in this town would know it was him."

"Oh, right," Clark replied stupidly, wishing that he didn't give Whitney too much trouble by outing him.

"You know son, I've always liked Whitney," his dad added. "Such a fine clean cut American boy, much better for you than Lex. I'm so glad you're with him instead of that Luthor. Especially now that he's legally your brother and having sex with him would be completely, completely wrong."

Clark froze for a second before looking up at his father with slight reservation, "Um, yes dad...that would be wrong."

"Very, very wrong" He emphasized.

"Yes, very, very wrong," he said with a strange look on his face.

"I'm so glad you're with Whitney son," Jonathan said, his bright smile back in place. "Besides, Whitney's better looking than Lex anyway, I mean Lex might have those piercing eyes and that smooth ass but Whitney; Whitney has that great body, with those abs he'd gained from football practices, not scrawny like Lex no. His ass is muscular too, probably feel better grabbing onto them than Lex's when you're-"

"DAD!" Clark interrupted, looking more terrified than he had ever been in his life.

"I was only trying to be supportive son."

"You didn't have to be THAT supportive."

"Oh Jonathan, stop embarrassing our boy. He's probably been through enough today."

"Thanks mum," Clark said gratefully. His mother gave him another smile.

"Now honey, I assumed you've had dinner at the Luthors already since you came home late but if you want some more it's in the fridge. Oh and I've picked up some gay clothes for you to wear tomorrow at your coming out party at the Talon, I've put them in your room for you to try on."

Clark stopped smiling. "Gay...clothes?" he asked fearfully.

"Mmm Hmm" his mother nodded, still smiling.

"Gay...clothes?" Clark asked again. His mother just smiled. "Gay, clothes?"

His mother simply beamed. "You'll love it honey. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go sew some rainbow flags for our drive way."

And with that she walked out, leaving a completely stunned Clark staring blankly at the door.

Clark was going to kill his mother. Clark was going to kill her dead. Completely and utterly, dead.

And once he was done, he was going to dig a hole deep DEEP into the ground and live in it.

"I'm going to kill my mother," Clark repeated as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Oh stop being such a drama queen Julian. You look fine," Lex said, trying and failing to reassure his brother.

"FINE! FINE! LEX YOU CALL THIS FINE?"

"Hey Clark are you ready yet?" Whitney said as he walked into the dressing room in his military uniform, complete with the ever present black leather eye patch. His hair was tied back immaculately and he looked like a tough army general super-villain in some old 50's movie. He froze completely when he saw Clark.

"My mother is SO dead," Clark repeated again as he saw the look on Whitney's face.

Clark had been fearful last night when he walked into his room. His mind had conjured up millions and millions of things his mum could have bought for him to wear at the completely unnecessary party Lana and Chloe had insisted on throwing for him and Whitney, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw that night on his bed.

A bright hot pink mesh shirt and tight day-glow orange leather pants, no, not just tight day-glow orange leather pants; tight TIGHT tight day-glow orange leather pants. And the shirt wasn't exactly loose either, no; they were all tight TIGHT tight. If Clark was human he was sure he would suffocate from lack of oxygen by now.

"Hi honey," his mother burst into the room. "Oh, you look great in those pants; and your father told me not to buy them, what does he know about clothes, all he wears is flannel."

"Mum what are you doing here? I thought you were at the Talon helping Lana plan the party. And, what are you wearing?" Clark asked as he looked down at the black t-shirt his mother was wearing. "I'm proud of my gay son!" it declared in bright rainbow colours.

"Just showing my support honey, I'm starting a PFLAG organization, we have a first meeting next Tuesday. Oh and Lionel told me to tell you that he wants you to start a gay straight alliance thing at school as well. I'm so glad he's being so supportive of you and your life style honey." She said before giving him a hug. Then she looked up into his face, "Clark, you look a little pale, are you sure you don't want to put on some makeup?"

"NO!" he said just a little too loudly and Lex couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. Clark just gave him an evil eye.

"Actually, I think he looks great," Whitney said, having only just come out of his shock. Clark knew he was trying very hard to hold in his laughter but he was grateful for the rescue.

Martha gave Whitney a bright smile and Lex felt a pang of jealousy hit him. He couldn't laugh anymore. It was painful enough that Whitney was the one who got to hold Clark and kiss Clark in public when he couldn't. Now he had to take Martha, the closest person he had to a mother, away from him too?

If only he could get away with ripping that blond head off.

"So," Clark said loudly, sensing the tension rising exponentially in the room. "Shall we go?" he asked and led everyone out of the room and headed for the Talon.

TBC

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