Furious Angels
            by Nymph Du Pave
 

            CHAPTER TWO:  The Frozen Mile and Thoughts Galore

            "No, Mrs. Kent."  Lex took the flashlight back from Clark's mother.  "I know where the generator is."

            Liar, he thought.

            "You've never even been here before.  What sense would it make to send you out?"

            Martha's eyes flashed with the knowledge that the Luthor's actions had just as much to do with chivalry as with a mental blueprint of the place.  In truth though, Lex figured that he had very little more knowledge of where the power source was than the little woman in front of him.  He'd only seen it once that he remembered while horseback riding with Clark, and he hadn't really even been looking.  It had just been there, in the background and, though he prided himself on an exquisite memory, he didn't doubt that his immediate future held stumbling around in the dark with a wimpy-ass flashlight, trying desperately to find landmarks that would no doubt look completely different on a cold and cloudy winter night than they did on a nice, breezy, overcast fall afternoon.

            Still, he wasn't going to send her out to check his place.

            Look at her, he thought.  She's the size of twelve year old.

            A truth that, uttered, would only piss off the single female variety of Kent.

            Jonathan walked back to stand beside Lex, nodding, agreeing with him for what could have easily been the first- and most likely, the last- time.  "He's right, Martha.  You stay here with Lana and Whitney.  I'll check the front gate."

            "Like I said before, it should be secure, Mr. Ke-"

            "Let's go, Lex."

            Lex cleared his throat and breathed in deeply.  Okay, so offering to go instead of letting Martha take his place had done nothing for his standing in Clark's father's eyes.

            What did you think would happen, Lex?, he thought, scolding himself with a harsh internal voice that sounded not enough like him, but yet all too familiar.

            He led the way out of the mansion.  Did you think that by offering to go check on your own damned generator he would suddenly see that you mean no harm to his family and have nothing but the best intentions for him and his family?

            Lex swallowed, wincing at his own thoughts.

            Well, maybe not the best intentions.  Not towards Clark anyway.

            To be fully honest, Lex felt like a complete pervert every time he even looked at the fifteen year old farmboy, though he honestly didn't look like a high school freshman.  He looked around Lex's age, maybe, possibly older.

            That's no excuse.

            He was always mentally undressing the farmboy, daydreaming about sexual escapades and had on too many occasions to accurately number- or even estimate- awoken with a stiff one from... incredible, tantalizing dreams.  The things he wanted Clark to do to him and the things he wanted to do to Clark...

            Okay, so he wanted to bed Clark, have hot and hard sex with him.  He wanted Clark to take him over and over rough, then slow, then primal again, then sensual to an illegal degree.  But it was still more than that and he didn't understand the attraction at a-

            Well, no.  That wasn't entirely accurate.  He understood the attraction:  Clark was the hottest, most physically beautiful- and at the same time completely masculine- male that Lex had even laid his eyes on and the boy believed in him, trusted him, liked him and seemed to know everything about Lex at a glance.  He knew when Lex was lying to him, but always gave him the chance to tell the truth.  Who else was gonna do that?

            What Lex didn't fully understand was why life had to be so fucking cruel when it came to his heart.  To give him this perfect specimen so close at hand and so out of reach in the same fucking moments?  The youngest Kent was purely straight- in love with Smallville's most perfect princess to boot- and his father absolutely hated Lex and anything to do with him and his name.

            Lex didn't think there was someone out there, in this huge world of worlds who would have been a worse possible match and still seem so damn right.

            It's 'cause I'm a fucking Luthor, he thought shaking his head and, for what had to be the millionth time, wished the situation was different, was better.  Hell, he'd gladly be boring, plastic Lana with the single train of thought and her stupid doe eyes if it meant he could have the one thing in the world worth giving everything up for.

            He would, too.  He'd been tremendously surprised to learn it, but he would most assuradly give up his name, his fortune, his whole way of life if Clark said that was the one and only way they could be together.  Maybe then Jonathon would finally begin to trust him.

            Maybe.

            "Be careful, Lex."

            And maybe fucking not.  The cold and flat voice startled him out of his thoughts and he watched Jonathon move in front of him and open the front door, leaving the darkened mansion for the chilly outdoors.

            Lex knew that tone; words said one thing, inflection said the exact opposite.  His own father sounded like that, and the fact that Jonathon could really give two shits if he lived or died- probably would prefer the latter- cut Lex deep.  Here he was trying his hardest to not only secure the farm's future with no interest, no loans, and less than the average 30-70 percentile deal, but secure Clark's future with no ties to any bank or any person.  Lex more than had the money to spare, had gone out of his way to get to the damned meeting to even happen, and how did all his hard work pay off?

            It only served to make Jonathon Kent even more furious at him.
 
 
 
 

            TBC Tomorrow :p ;)