Confessions - Lionel

Chelle
Myangelgirl30@yahoo.ca
May 2003

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, none of us would ever see the light of day again and I would be much happier. *g*

Spoilers: Suspect

Rating: PG -13 because of Language

AN: Thanks to my very own slash princess Green Queen for the super fast beta, even though she got a little squicked. She is a goddess among Bronzers.

Distribution: SSA, LexSlash, all others ask. I'll say yes. ;)

Feedback: It's a good GOOD thing. It's a drug, I'm a junkie, and not above begging for it.

Warning: May squick some readers, hints at incestuous thoughts.

The door whispered shut behind Clark as he stepped in the room. He had waited an extra 15 minutes after Lex left to make sure he was not going to come back. Lionel turned his head towards the sound and smirked.

"Son? Have you come back for another round so soon? I thought surely you would have gone home to lick your wounds."

"It's not Lex, Mr. Luthor. It's me, Clark. Clark Kent." He spoke softly, trying to make sure no one outside knew he was in the room.

"Ah, Clark. I suppose I have you to thank once again for saving my life! I sometimes wonder if I should have tried to adopt you myself when you were a boy." He held his hand out to shake Clark's, and slowly lowered it when he realized the boy was not going to take it. "If you're not here for thanks, perhaps you should tell me why you are here."

Clark knelt beside the bed and spoke very slowly and evenly, taking his time to make sure he chose his words well. This speech could well be one of his most important, and he didn't want to make a mistake. "Well, Lionel," he smiled at the sharp intake of breath of the elder Luthor, "it's like this: I don't know everything about your relationship with Lex, nor do I think I really want to. I do know that you treat him like shit, and it hurts him, whether he will admit it or not. No, don't speak, this is my turn. I know that you have some warped idea that by tearing him down, you make him stronger, and you tear him down every opportunity you get. You keep warning him not to let his emotions get in the way of his business, and that he should be staying away from me...I think your words were `Keep away from the Kent boy, Son', weren't they? No matter." A careless wave of his hand. "I know you think you know everything that goes on in his life, and for some reason, mine as well. It's really kind of creepy the way you try to keep track of me, Lionel. One would think you were obsessed or something." Clark chuckled softly in the dim light of the room. "Oh, and what's with all the touching? Now that is creepy."

Lionel smiled, shark-like in the dim room. "Well, my boy, I'm truly impressed by you now."

Clark snorted indelicately, "Yeah, because that means so much to me."

The older man's expression faltered for a moment before he recovered the Luthor impassive face. "Clark, you do interest me. Anyone with as much influence over my son as you have interests me a great deal, especially when that someone is a Kansas farmboy. I know you have secrets, boy, and trust me, I will fi-" His words were cut off sharply by Clark's implacable hand on his throat.

"No Lionel, trust me. You will stop looking into my family and me. You will stop fucking touching Lex when you know how much he fucking hates it. Oh stop struggling, you and I both know you can't move my hand, and I have no intention of letting go just yet. You'll accept the fact that Lex and I are friends, and always..... always will be. And finally....You. Will. Stop. Pretending. To. Be. Blind." Each word was punctuated with a carefully controlled increase in pressure on the man's windpipe. He was starting to see flashes of light behind his eyes. Clark finally let Lionel's throat go and the man gasped in a sharp, painful breath.

"How did you-?"

"It doesn't matter, I just do."

"I'll tell your precious Lex all about this talk. You do know that, don't you?"

"No, you won't. Because then I'll have to tell him all about your supposed blindness, your role in the Desiree fiasco, and how you scream his name when you jerk off late at night."

"...."

"I'm glad you see it my way Lionel. Just remember, even if you did tell anyone, who would believe you?" A smirk, learned well after all his time with Lex, flit across his mouth. "After all, I'm just poor, clumsy, awkward, shy Clark Kent. I'm too afraid of you to make threats like this. But mark my words, Lionel. If you interfere in our lives, you'll find that Luthors aren't the only ones who can make people disappear. They'll never be able to find you." The last words were whispered directly in the man's ear as Clark heard Lex's footsteps approaching again.

"Father, I just wanted to-Clark? What are you doing here?" Lex looked surprised, yet happy to see his young friend, especially after the hard times they had just gone through.

Clark stepped back from the bed, jerking his hand away as though Lionel had been gripping it, and the man in the bed had to admire the acting skills of the boy he had so seriously underestimated. "I - I just came to see how...to see if your dad was doing alright." He turned a brilliant smile Lex's way, and it lit up the room, then turned a wary eye back to Lionel.

"Is everything ok here, Clark?" Lex glared at his father, hating that he made Clark so uncomfortable.

"Everything's great now that you're here. Do you think we can get out of here though?" Mild puppy eyes and Lex turned to his father. "I can talk to you about this later, Father." Lionel nodded mutely, still in shock at how well Clark could play all his roles.

"Great, Lex! Want to stop by the Talon?" He slung an arm around his friend's shoulder as they walked out the door and looked back at Lionel with a feral smile on his lips.

The last thing Lionel heard before being left alone with his thoughts was the carefree laugh of his son and the most dangerous person Lionel believed he had ever met.

~fin~