Lionel heard the gentle knock on the door that lead to the room that held Jonathon and Clark. He smiled to himself as he crossed the room. He leaned against the wall as he mocked, "Who is it?" After a moment of no response he unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Jonathon standing fist balled at his sides glaring with contempt at his captor.
"Can I help you?" Lionel continued his game aware that he was the only one interested in pursuing it.
"Let's dispense with the humor Luthor." Jonathon snapped as he pushed past Lionel and into the room.
"I don't think I need to remind you that if you try to escape it will be your son who will pay for your cowardice."
Jonathon whirled around to face Lionel with pure, unchecked hatred but didn't say a word.
"Good. That being said let's gets down to business. Why don't we have a seat." He motioned to the nearby couch. He sauntered over and reached for the TV remote. Turning it on he smiled back at Jonathon who was still standing firm in the same spot Lionel had left him.
He looked back at the TV and gently stroked the buttons of the remote that controlled Clark's restraints. "You have quite the boy there you know. Remember the day of the meteor shower?" He paused in thought briefly, "I do. I remember how strong your son looked and how Lex paled in comparison. He was so fragile, so weak, so much not the son I had hoped for." He looked up at Jonathon who was staring back at him with unhidden disgust.
"I know what you are thinking. How can a man not love his son unconditionally? I assure you I do love Lex in my own way. It's just I see the potential that could have been. Now Clark, Clark is a different story. He isn't even your son but yet he has all your strength of character. All your sickeningly strong morals…an annoying sense of wrong and right. You should be proud of him."
"I am very proud of the man Clark has become. Where exactly is this going Lionel?"
"Hmm?" Lionel questioned being dragged out of thought by the question. "Oh, no where, just thinking out loud is all. Now where were we? Oh that's right. Come sit down." He gently tapped the leather of the couch.
"I'd rather stand if it's all the same."
"Jonathon, let's not make this harder than it needs to be. Clark has already had a hard first day here, let's not add to his discomfort." Lionel cautioned as he flashed the remote to emphasis his words.
Jonathon ran his hand through his hair and let out a slow breath of self-control as he walked over and sat down as far from Lionel as possible. Lionel promptly tapped the spot on the couch next to him and looked at Jonathon with an air of challenge. He could see Jonathon's labored breathing and could only imagine how difficult this had to be for a man of such strength and pride.
Jonathon slowly shifted forward to close the distance. Every nerve in his body was on edge, every fiber strained to stay in check. His stomach turned with nerves at the thought of what was inevitably to come. His mouth was dry but he swallowed anyway. "Lionel-"
"Shh, let's not talk anymore." Lionel reached forward and gently tucked a few lose strands of Jonathon's hair between his ear. A look of disappointment flashed across his face as Jonathon flinched away from the attempted intimacy.
"You are going to be here for a very long time you know. I suggest that you try to come to grips with that realization. I told you I wanted you here for whatever took my fancy." He paused as he glanced over Jonathon's face, chest and arms.
Jonathon could feel the anxiety within him rise and was frozen in place by it. "God you are magnificent. To think, after all these years I have finally found your akillies heel. Discovering Clark's secret has given my something that no amount of money could have ever bought me." He paused again and smiled, "You."
At that Jonathon quickly rose from the couch and began pacing the room nervously. He was pretty sure he had a good idea of what was coming but didn't think he had the fortitude to just let it happen. "Lionel, you and I have known each other for a long time. It isn't too late to stop this. I can give you what money I have, even the farm, what ever you want just let Clark and I leave. No one will ever know. It will stay between us."
Lionel chuckled softly as he rose from the couch. "Now why would I do that? I have everything I want with the arrangement we have now."
"Arrangement? Is that what you call kidnapping!" Jonathon shouted.
"Control. Your. Temper." Lionel slowly and quietly advised, the tone of warning unmistakable.
"Let my son go."
"You don't get to make demands. You get to do what I tell you to do and what I allow you to do."
"Please Lionel. You have me, at least let Clark go."
"Do I have you? So far you have resisted me at every turn. The fact that you're here suggested you were ready to rectify that but here we are again at a stale mate.
"Maybe if I knew what it was you want."
"You know what I want."
"I can't-"
"You can and in time you will. Lucky for me we have nothing but time. Like I said before I plan on having you here for a very long time. I would like to warn you though that my patience is thin and my temper can get quiet short."
"People will look for us. Martha will look for us."
"I am sure that they will but I assure you they won't find you. Now enough of this, would you like something to eat." Lionel motioned to the table laden with an array of food.
Jonathon tried to resist but his stomach had other plans. How long had it been since he had last ate? He made his way over to the table and started picking at the food.
"Clark will need to eat something." Jonathon informed.
"Yes. I imagine he will."
Jonathon's stomach turned at the realization that he had just played into Lionel's hand.
"Well no good deed goes unrewarded they say and I have a feeling you are going to be very good indeed." Lionel smirked. Jonathon stared back with contempt. "What shall we do to ensure that young Clark gets fed today?"
"Even you can't seriously sink that low. Wait a minute, of course you can. You're a Luthor."
"I will only do what is necessary to ensure that we have a workable arrangement. Do you want to bring your son some food or not?"
"Yes." Jonathon's eyes flared with anger.
"Come here then."
Jonathon paused.
"Come. Here."
Jonathon slowly closed the distance until he was standing in front of Lionel.
"Good. Now unbutton your shirt or Clark goes hungry."
"Lionel-"
"So that's your decision then is it? That's fine, we can talk again in a few days." Lionel sighed and turned to walk away.
"Wait." Jonathon conceded. Realizing what was at stake he slowly started to undo the buttons on his shirt.
"Slower." Lionel commanded.
Jonathon responded by slowing the pace of his undress. Once all the buttons were undone Lionel reached forward and slid his hands under Jonathon's shirt and on to his bare shoulders. Lionel gently ran his hands down the bared chest and paused momentarily on the exposed nipples then back up to the shoulders and gently pulled Jonathon's shirt down his back and off his wrists.
"Excellent." He purred as he slowly circled around behind Jonathon. Lionel reached around his waist and slowly started to undo the button and zipper of Jonathon's jeans.
"Relax." He whispered gently as he placed a kiss on one shoulder.
Jonathon felt cold. He was shaking and couldn't tell if it was from the cold, from fear or from constrained anger. He stood staring blankly into the room trying not to taint his memories of Martha with the feel of Lionel's stubble on his skin.
He was jarred back to the present moment by the feel of rough fingers dipping along the waistband of his boxers and trailing along his hipbone. There was complete silence in the room other than the heavy breathing in his ear from behind him. The hand slowly, almost tentatively, reached down and circled around his penis. Jonathon closed his eyes as he felt the first tear start to well up.
He jumped when there was a loud banging at the door followed by a shrill voice demanding to be let in.
"Not now Sarah. I am busy!" Lionel hollered back towards the door fiercely.
"Yes now Lionel!" Sarah screamed through the door, "Your bastard son just tried to drown me. Open this fucking door and deal with him before I let Sam do it for you!"
"Fuck!" Lionel relented and then turned his attention back to Jonathon. "Go back to your room. We will continue this later."
"What about Clark?" Jonathon asked, taking the opportunity and gesturing at the table of food.
The pounding on the door got louder. "Fine take some food and get back to your room."
Jonathon hid his relief at the impeccable timing of the distraction, grabbed his shirt and some food and started for the door.
"This isn't over." Lionel informed him as Jonathon opened the door.
"Lionel! This is your last chance. Open this door now!"
Jonathon took the cue and slipped out of the room.