Summary: Pre-Smallville. Storing things up is never good, sooner or later they'll explode. Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lionel/Lex
Acknowledgment: this could not have been archived if it hadn't been for the wonderfully talented Mistress Ace, who managed to take my poor English and turn it in to good grammar and who understood were I wanted to take this story and made it believable ::hugs:: Disclaimer: Nothing is owned by the author, just borrowed and now returned in a slightly used condition. Nothing is profited from this other than the author's joy of creating something.

Note1: This is all John Glover's fault for being a sexy bastard who can't take his hands off Michael in their scenes together. It gives a girl bad thoughts. Note2: This is me trying to come up with a reason why the Luthor's have such bad blood between them. This was a pairing that I just had to get out of my system. Incest is very WRONG!!! Just so you know. Warnings: This story contains graphic incest; do not read if you do not approve. Feedback: Pretty please!! Anything! Even flames that will be laughed at.

Touch, Feel, Lose

By: Causette

Lionel looked at Lex as he stood there in front of all those reporters and he finally looked at him. Something he has not allowed himself to do in more than ten years. Ever since the incident. That one thing that happened that changed Lex. Robbed him off the last remains of his innocence.

Now looking at him Lionel realized that Lex was a man. He was all grown up now and in total control of his life, poised on the brink of launching his campaign to be the next mayor of Metropolis. The youngest candidate in the city's illustrious history to run for the office, only twenty-five, and according to all the preliminary polls, he was sure to win.

It was as if he'd been holding his breath for the last ten years and now Lionel knew he could finally let it go.

Lionel had just finished work. What seemed to have been endless meetings were finally over and he just wanted to crawl in his bed and sleep for days. He wasn't an old man, he'd just turned forty-six, but after a day like this he felt twice that age.

Walking into the penthouse brought him a measure of peace. It had been years since his wife's death and he couldn't stay in that big house any more. He really had loved Lillian, no matter what most people believed. She was his everything and her dying had been terrible for him. He felt himself become more isolated by the day. He'd been unfaithful to Lillian while she was sick and she knew it. She had known all that time he was sleeping with other women and never said a thing. The look she gave him right before dying told it all.

Ever since Lillian died, Lionel hadn't touched another woman.

He didn't even want to.

Lionel often wondered why he didn't want other women and there was no answer to be found. But his frustration was growing stronger every day. The tension was building, leading him toward the brink of disaster. The only questions that remained were when and where would he break.

He knew it would be soon.

Suddenly, it clicked.

Of course, it was Lex. He had been so tired upon his arrival that he'd forgotten to check if Lex was sleeping. Lex had just gotten back from boarding school for a long-weekend break.

He'd allowed Lex to come home as he had been on good behavior for several months, without a single hint of disciplinary action. So different from his son's usual conduct...

Now he heard something break.

That was it!

That stupid boy must have been drinking.

Lionel got out of his bed and put on his black silk pajama bottoms and went out of his bedroom. When he entered the living room and turned on the lights his well-developed mask just dropped.

Lex was lying on the sofa with another boy on top of him. They were kissing and Lex had his hand in the other boy's pants. When the boy noticed the lights going on, he turned around and looked right at Lionel. His face turned many shades of red. He started to stand up but Lex just pulled him closer and gave him a deep and hard kiss, ignoring Lionel.

Lionel knew Lex had noted his arrival and yet chose to continue as if his own father weren't in the room. In light of that observation, Lionel moved closer and saw for himself that not only was his fifteen-year old son drunk, not only was he kissing another boy, but he also had his hand shoved down the front of that boy's pants.

This was not happening.

Lionel rushed to the other boy, pulled him off Lex and threw him on the floor. The boy, clearly as drunk as Lex, was startled by the sudden attack and hit his head hard on the floor. Lex just started laughing hysterically and that reaction just fueled Lionel even more. He grabbed Lex's companion by the hair, dragging him to the front door.

Opening it, Lionel tossed him out and then slammed the door shut.

While this was going on, Lex had kept laughing and when Lionel came back, he noticed something different about Lex. Lex's eyes were abnormally dark and unable to track his movement across the room. The boy was obviously on some kind of drugs.

"Stop laughing now, Lex!" Lionel shouted. But it seemed nothing would keep Lex from laughing, in fact, he was laughing even harder.

Lionel grabbed Lex's shirt, pulled the boy closer, slapping him hard right over his left temple. This action didn't seem to have any effect on Lex.

Shaking his son, Lionel slapped him again, rocking Lex's head back as he shouted, "Stop this immediately! I will not tolerate this behavior in my house. Do you understand me, Lex? You're a Luthor, not a drunken buffoon!"

The next blow drove Lex off the sofa and onto the floor. When his head hit the floor, the laughter ceased and Lex lay there, looking up at him. Lex blinked, his eyes still tracking very slowly as he levered himself up onto an elbow.

"What is it, Dad? Am I disappointing you? I can't believe you are surprised. Did you ever think you of all people would be able to raise a normal child? You thought I wouldn't turn out to be just as fucked-up as you are?" Lex let his tongue slid out of his mouth and licked at the blood that was dripping from his eyebrow down his cheek.

"I will not have you act like a little slut and ruin my family name that I have spent so much time creating. You will stop this kind of sick behavior, right now!"

"Oh, c'mon, Dad, I can't stop this now. I have finally found something that I'm really good at. Why do you think I haven't been expelled from school this term? I'm so good at giving blow jobs my teachers are thinking of failing me just so they can keep me around for longer."

Hearing that only made Lionel angrier. He could feel his anger begin to curl up in his fist. Thinking of all those teachers touching Lex. His Lex! All that smooth skin, so fragile.

Did they take him after class? Fuck him on their desks on top of all the essays, with all the students just outside?

Or did they just have him give them blow-jobs? Make him crawl under their desk and suck their cocks while they graded those essays.

He shuddered thinking this but what troubled him the most was the erection he had. Had he gotten this hard thinking about Lex fucking older men?

The same moment Lionel noticed his erection, Lex obviously did too. Lex had long ago stopped laughing and he was just staring right at his father's huge cock pressed up tight against his very thin pajama bottoms.

Lex licked his lips, reached for his father's pants and started to pull at the string holding them up.

Lionel grabbed his hands and that made Lex sort of snap out of it. He looked up straight into Lionel's eyes.

What Lionel saw was just pure lust. He started to open his mouth to protest this but Lex just licked his lips again and whispered in a low voice, "Please, Dad. Just let me do it".

Something inside Lionel just turned off and he let go of Lex's hands, closing his eyes. This was something he didn't want to watch. If he did, he would have to face up to the reality that he wanted this. That he might even have wanted this for a very long time.

He could feel the pants being eased down over his aching cock. He didn't remember the last time he'd been this hard.

Suddenly, hands were on his cock. So very soft and smooth, gently stroking him. The pleasure was unbelievable and he wondered how on earth he could have been without this for so long.

He tried to imagine the last beautiful woman he had seen.

That had to have been Brad Windley's daughter earlier this morning. She had long curly auburn hair that reminded him so much of Lillian. She had pale skin just like Lex and she was wearing this lavender skirt, the same color Lex liked so much... Lex with his pale skin and lavender shirts on his knees, blowing hot air at his cock. Lex licking the head of his cock in slow, almost aching, circles.

His Lex was so much more beautiful than Windley's daughter. All that power locked inside that fragile body. That very thin, porcelain body.

Lionel had to open his eyes now.

There was no point in denying the obvious any longer.

He wanted this.

He wanted his son right now.

He would deal with the consequences later. Since they had already gone this far, to the point of no return, he might as well just enjoy this because it would probably never happen again.

Lionel opened his eyes and what he saw almost took his breath away. The amazing sight of Lex completely open, on his knees, sucking his cock like it was the best thing he had ever had.

My God, that boy sucked cock better then anybody Lionel had ever had before.

He must have done this very often.

Lionel shuddered at the thought of another man feeling this, seeing Lex on his knees. He put that thought away and focused on the boy before him. His boy!

Lex now had his whole cock in his mouth and was sucking hard, all along gently stroking his balls. The sensation was enormously good, but Lionel realized he wanted more. He most definitely did not want to come in this boy's mouth.

He moved his hands from his sides on to the boy's head and started pulling him off his cock. Lex made some sort of whiny noise and gazed up at his father. The look on his face was that of pure need and lust. Lex opened his mouth as if to protest, but instead he stopped and looked down.

His lips swollen and red.

Lionel bent down and pulled Lex up so they were almost face to face. Lex was a little shorter than Lionel because he was still growing, but all Lionel was able to notice was that Lex had grown much taller from the last time they had seen each other.

"Lex" was all Lionel said before he kissed his son on the lips. At first, it was a soft kiss but soon he felt Lex's tongue slip into his mouth.

The feeling was sensational. So soft and wet.

They kissed as Lionel pushed them towards the sofa. Lex had his hands in Lionel's hair, pulling him down on top of him. Lionel started kissing Lex's jaw, moving slowly down his neck while unbuttoning his son's shirt. He trailed wet kisses down Lex's chest and stopped to suck each nipple till they were as hard as his son's cock had gotten by now, which Lionel could feel under him.

He unbuckled his son's belt and buttons, pulling down his pants along with his boxers. The sight of his son's cock shouldn't have startled him this much. He knew his son was hairless all over but he hadn't seen his son naked for a long time now, and Lex had grown quite a bit.

Lionel rose up on his knees and looked at his son lying there underneath him, completely naked. This was definitely the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. His son was so fragile and soft. He couldn't take his hands off him. All he could think was how much he wanted this.

Lex watched as his father examined him. Just waiting for some approval from him. The look on Lionel's face said it all.

"Do you want me, Dad?"

Lionel could hear the need in his son's voice mixed in with the lust. There wasn't a doubt in Lionel's mind whether he wanted this, only hunger. Hunger that he had been denying for so long now. There was nothing that could have stopped him now. All the members from the endless board meeting earlier this morning could have walked in on them and Lionel wouldn't be able to stop.

The hunger had taken him over.

"Yesssss," Lionel hissed and started stroking his son's cock, up and down. The little sounds his son was giving out were so beautiful. Soft little gasps and moans. Lex arched into his strokes, begging him to go harder and faster. His cock was already leaking, wetting Lionel's hand with a precursor of what was to come. Lionel knew then that Lex wouldn't last very long.

As he felt the first pulse of Lex's release, Lionel changed hands, his left one remaining on Lex's cock while his right, now slick with Lex's own semen, slipped lower. The very second Lex arched up, moaning as even more spilled onto Lionel's hand and Lex's stomach, Lionel put one finger inside his son and felt Lex's ass clench around it.

Lex's moans became even louder with Lionel's second finger in him even though he had already climaxed.

Lionel moved his two fingers inside the boy, pushing them further in and looking for the spot. He knew he had found his prostate when Lex gave a loud shout and closed his eyes.

Lionel couldn't wait any longer.

He wanted to be deep within the boy and preferably as soon as possible.

He leaned over Lex, nestling in between his legs and pulling of them up onto his shoulder. All this time, Lex's eyes had been closed and Lionel's fingers in him. Lionel angled himself and just as he removed his fingers, he put the head of his cock right up against Lex's hole.

Suddenly, Lex's eyes opened and he stared down at his father's cock. The look on his face was one of pure panic. Lionel hadn't expected that reaction and asked with a low, teasing voice, "Do you want this?"

Lex looked right into his eyes and Lionel could swear his son was blushing. Something he thought his son never did any more. The next words his son spoke were also something he hadn't anticipated.

"I've never done this before."

Lionel froze for a second. A million things went through his mind at that moment. Was it possible he'd never gone this far with his teachers at school or the other classmates? Even so, the loudest objection that arose was that he shouldn't be doing this. It was very wrong.

But the way Lex was looking in his eyes told him different. Lex was sharing this very personal information not because he wanted his father to stop, but that he wanted him to be gentle.

Lionel kissed his son on the lips. A very soft and intimate kiss.

"Come with me."

He said it in a soft tone and stood up, pulling his son with him. Lionel walked into his bedroom holding Lex's hand, stopped in front of his bed and turned around. The look of panic had left his son's face but been replaced with a big question mark.

Lionel kissed Lex's soft lips. He let his tongue play slowly with his son's as he stroked Lex's back.

Slowly, they moved onto the bed. Lionel lying on top of Lex, kissing him rapidly, their touches growing faster by the second. Their kisses becoming deeper and deeper with Lex holding onto his neck, urging him closer. Lionel's cock, which had been neglected for so long, was now demanding at him to do something.

While kissing Lex, he found the bed-dresser and opened it. It didn't take long to locate the tube of lube that he kept there. Even though he hadn't been with a woman since his wife's death, his personal needs hadn't been completely ignored.

This tube and others before it had been his best friend along his hand for so long now. Too long. He put some lube on his fingers, deciding that spreading Lex a bit more might be a good idea bearing in mind that he'd never been penetrated like this.

Knowing that no one had ever touched Lex like this before was just too good. Lionel loved the idea that he was the only one.

He slid two fingers back into Lex, their earlier activities having proven Lex's ability to handle that much with ease. Lex closed his eyes again, moaning softly and rolling his head from side to side. Within a few moments, Lionel put a third finger inside and started scissoring them around, stretching Lex as much as he could.

Carefully, Lionel placed both of Lex's legs up onto his shoulders. He had no experience with men but some of his past mistresses enjoyed anal sex and this was one of the least painful positions for that type of play. God knows, he didn't want to physically hurt his son.

After he thoroughly lubricated his aching cock, Lionel angled himself right up against Lex's hole and started to push very slowly inside. Lex's eyes opened again but there was no panic in them now. Just need and want.

Lionel made sure to lock gazes with his son as he pushed all the way in slowly. Lex was tight, almost to the point of painful. He could feel his son adjusting to his cock and as soon as the contractions stopped, he slowly pulled halfway out and pushed in again, only now a bit faster. All this time his eyes were locked on Lex, looking for any sign of pain. But he found nothing but trust and love.

Could it be love? Why not? Yes, they had been fighting a lot lately, but at this moment all that was forgotten.

Now all that remained was love.

With this realization he started pushing faster. Almost pulling all the way out before pushing back in deep.

Lex had put his hands on the head of the bed and was now grabbing it hard and biting his lower lip. At first, Lionel thought Lex might be in pain when he realized Lex was just holding himself like that so he could raise his ass up higher so Lionel had better access. So he could thrust further in.

At that point, Lionel's brain stopped functioning. All he could concentrate on were his thrusts and those wonderful little noises Lex was making. Little short moans that kept pace with each thrust.

The feeling was amazing and Lionel didn't notice that he'd been repeating Lex's name over and over until Lex pushed up, put his mouth to Lionel's own and silenced him. The kiss was fast and intense, lasting until Lex threw his head back, breaking away to shout in pleasure. Lionel felt Lex's semen splash onto his stomach, Lex's ass contracting even tighter and knew his own climax was not too far away.

The look on Lex's face as he hit his orgasm was unbelievable. He was so open and vulnerable at that moment.

Lionel's thrusts became faster and he drove all the way in with each push. As his orgasm came, he stilled completely and looked directly in Lex's eyes and moaned just one word, "Leeex."

For a few minutes afterward, Lionel couldn't move. He laid on top of Lex, breathing heavily with his mouth pressed against Lex's neck, only to realize he was smothering the boy with his weight.

"Dad, I need air..."

He lifted his head and raised himself up but not until he gave Lex a kiss. This kiss was very different from the others they'd exchanged this night. This kiss was not fueled by need and lust but was full of love.

After the kiss, Lionel went in the bathroom and got a wet towel. He cleaned himself and was extra careful when cleaning Lex, knowing how sensitive he was.

He knew Lex wanted to talk about what had just happened. He had that look on his face and just as he opened his mouth, Lionel put his hand over it to silence him. He was much too tired to have this discussion now and frankly, he didn't want to face reality right away.

"Shh... we'll talk in the morning. Just sleep."

Lex relaxed long enough to fall asleep in his father's arms, but Lionel couldn't sleep even though he was extremely tired.

He kept replaying in his head what had happened tonight and just how wrong it was. He knew the law, and this was definitely against it. But why did he feel this good? He was very well aware of what had happened and he was happy.

This was right, not wrong.

He finally fell asleep, holding his boy tightly and looking forward to the next morning when he could perhaps do this again.

He picked up his phone and answered it. "Do you know how early it is, Dominic? This better be important."

"Yes, Lionel, it is. The night security guard at the plant in Edge City was found dead just a few minutes ago. No one is sure what happened. The police are on the way and I thought you would like to handle this yourself."

Lionel paused, his thoughts snapping immediately into work mode. "I'll be there in an hour, have the chopper ready."

He thought about leaving a note but a note was far too impersonal and dismissive. Notes were better suited to their argumentative past. A call, where he could hear Lex and Lex could hear him would accomplish a great deal more.

He'd let his son sleep; give him a few more hours of rest and then call.

It was nine o'clock that night before Lionel long enough break to realize he'd forgotten to call Lex. Cursing under his breath, he couldn't believe it had slipped his mind to call and reassure his son. Immediately, Lionel flipped open his cell phone and dialed the penthouse. There was no answer.

As he kept calling through the night and still received no answer, Lionel sincerely regretted giving his staff the weekend off. It wasn't until the following morning before he could return home.

Entering the penthouse, he immediately called out to Lex. There was no answer. He ran into Lex's bedroom and what he found was devastating. Lex's bags were gone and there was no note.

Where was the boy?

Who could he call to find him?

Lionel never made an effort to get to know any of Lex's friends and he certainly didn't have any phone numbers he could call. No, he would just have to wait for Lex to call himself.

"I can't believe I forgot to call!" Lionel shouted and threw his phone at the wall.

Monday morning, he contacted Lex's school and was told by the Headmaster that Lex had arrived late Saturday night, giving no explanation for his early arrival.

"Please get him on the phone for me. It's very important."

"I'm afraid he is gone for the whole week on a field trip to Edinburgh, Scotland. They will be examining old castles."

"All Right. Just have him call me the moment they return."

"Will do so, sir."

Lex never called.

Every time that Lionel called Excelsior, Lex would be busy and unable to come to the phone. No matter how angry Lionel became, no matter how loudly he argued that his son be put on the line immediately, it never happened. Lionel was used to having his order obeyed without question and after the fifth repetition of the exact same behavior; he determined that the man who always managed to answer the phone had to be covering for Lex.

Could he be one of the teachers Lex talked about giving blow-jobs to?

After two solid weeks of being stonewalled, Lionel gave up on reaching Lex. His son was more difficult to contact than the President. However, summer was less than a month away and Lex would have to come home once Excelsior closed its doors for the long break between terms.

Lionel hated that fact that he couldn't simply catch a flight to England and track down his son in person but the situation that began in Edge City had escalated. The plant manager there had been mistaken in his assumption of a personal motivation behind the shooting of the guard and as a result, he'd also lost his life by way of a bullet.

Two days later another LuthorCorp employee was found dead on his office floor in Gotham, shot in the back in the same manner as the first two murders. There were threats being phoned in to various locations, more killings promised and several of those threats had been leveled against Lionel himself.

He had to make sure the problem was resolved before Lex came home.

His son, his precious son, was far too important to expose to some unknown gunman's bullet.

"Am spending the summer at the Wayne Manor in Gotham."

The paper crumpled in his hands along with the hope of repairing what was wrong between the two of them. Lionel knew this was the end of it, the end of everything.

He's heard of the Wayne boy, there was no possibility not to given the size and scope of young Bruce Wayne's inheritance. He also knew that Wayne valued his privacy more than anything in the world. The security system at the Wayne Manor was a legend in its own right.

If Lex didn't want to see him, if Lex wanted to keep this distance between them, then Wayne's haven was the perfect place for Lex to go. Lionel didn't have a shot in hell of even getting past the front gate, let alone being able to reach his son.

Lex didn't want to see him. Lex had shut him out....

Lionel dropped the mangled fax into the trash and sat slowly, sinking down into his chair. His phone was lit up, every line occupied by someone who demanded his attention but he ignored all of them, rubbing his hands over his face.

There was only one conclusion that could be drawn from this.

His son didn't want him.

And for the first time in his life. Lionel Luthor simply gave up.

End