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A/N: yeah, yeah, yeah i know. i've started another story, but right now i can't really think of what to write for my other stories. any ideas or stuff would be appreciated. enjoy this newest story of mine! its going to be fun!

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The Youngest Luthor

Chapter one: The Devil at my door

Lex looked up when he heard the sound of a helicopter landing. Groaning softly, he pushed his chair back and went to greet the one person he didn't want to see at the moment.

"Hey Dad."

He greeted the older Luthor as the long hair man walked briskly over as his ride left. Leaving them alone on the roof of the large Mansion.

"Son."

"What are you doing here?"

The old man tried to look innocent as he replied, heading toward the door that lead into the house.

"What? Can't a father visit his only son and heir?"

Lex's blue eyes narrowed and his manner went to ice.

"Not someone like you dad, not without a reason."

Lionel sighed dramatically. As though he was frustrated by the hostility in his son's voice. But on the contrary, he thought it rather humorous.

"When will you stop being suspicious of everything I do Lex?"

"When you're six feet under and there has been an autopsy report made and sitting on my desk."

The older man chuckled softly. He had taught his well. Well enough to trust his instincts and never another living being. Perhaps he should being him back to Metropolis to keep an eye on him.

"How long are you staying?"

Lex asked as they made their way to the guest wing. It was getting dark, and the young playboy knew his father would like to get some sleep, before he began his torture sessions in the morning with him.

"I don't know. A week or more."

Lex gritted his teeth, a headache already coming on when he thought of spending a week with his father. They paused at the large door of a guest room. He waited as his father went in, making sure that the elder Luthor was inside before he headed back to his office.

'Damn. Just what I need, the Devil at my door. And staying in my house.'

He thought sourly, shutting the door behind him. This was going to be a longggg week.

TBC