CHAPTER NINE

Jonathan Kent took a look at the newest disaster and could not hold his tongue any more. He'd been concerned for the affairs of the farm and his son's marriage for quite some time. It wasn't that he didn't like Betty-Sue exactly it was just that he still didn't know her very well and two, he could see that the farm was hurting for her presence.

There the girl was running for her life. Boy was she fast. Jonathan let out a long admiring whistle. He had to admit he'd never seen a woman move quite like that before. She was sprinting like a pro. Her long skirts held tightly up to her heaving breast.

She was screaming. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I will never eat beef again, I swear it!" then "Cla-aaa-aark! Help! Help me! Oh God! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

"Help!"

"It was a joke." Betty-Sue protested, lying through her teeth. "I would never make you into a pot roast."

The cow was an intelligent creature and didn't believe Betty-Sue for an instant. Betty-Sue could not fathom why the cow, bull, whatever it was, hated her with such a passion.

Though the Luthors had a ranch Lex had never been very interested in learning all that much about cattle. He'd always been more interested in learning about the stables and the horses in them. Still it was rather perplexing that the bull held such animosity towards them and was trying it's damned hardest to kill them.

They had been minding their own business making their way towards a new shady spot near the borderline of the property to go spy on the Luthor Estates when the bull went feral on them and it charged after them. Lex scrambled for dear life running in lousy heels fighting the suction of the grassy earth, as Betty-Sue gibbered in terror in the back of his mind. Lex was hard put to decide which was more dangerous to him, running in heels or being skewered by a pissed off bull.

"HELP ME!"

Jonathan had to admit that it was pretty hilarious. But he did notice that his son was not at all amused. Indeed Clark looked terribly upset over the matter and was frightened for his wife. He wanted to save her, but he didn't want to again expose her to his freakish abilities. He didn't want to lose Betty-Sue, like he had Lana. Jonathan knew his son's worries. He and Martha often worried over it as well. What would happen if Clark's abilities were ever discovered or exposed and how would people take it? More importantly, how would Betty-Sue react to it?

Finally Betty-Sue scrambled up a tree. Women's heels were not meant for use in climbing but somehow Betty-Sue managed it. She managed to climb high and clung to a thick branch positioned well above the height needed to keep away from the Bull's sharp horns. She shot her laughing father-in-law a look that if looks could kill, it would have done so on the spot.

Jonathan barely sobered up enough to urge his son. "Well Son, go on. It's safe now to get that ornery bull back under control, without giving away your secret to young Betty-Sue, there. Then take the girl into the house. We got things that need to be discussed out of the girl's hearing."

Clark breathed a smile of relief then ran human speed to get the cow and coax it away from his wife. It was on this run that Clark realized the tone of voice his father had used and the look in his father's keen eyes. He felt his stomach sink with sudden uncertainty.

He had been aware for a while that his father wasn't pleased with Betty-Sue, but he'd been hoping that he would be patient for a little longer before taking action. Now Clark realized his time was up and he would have to face some hard discussions very shortly between his father and himself.

Betty-Sue was shaking like a leaf when Clark finally got her down from the treetop. He carefully led her into their house. His arms were surrounding her. A stolen moment, an intimate gesture he was rarely allowed the opportunity for. Feeling her against his chest and to smell her, memorize her deep into his system.

He loved the way she smelled the way she felt in his arms. She was everything he would ever need or want. His heart ached to have her and still be denied. He'd taken vows though. He had promised her he would never push her into anything she didn't want.

He loved how she had decorated their home. How it now looked lived in like a real home. It was their place. They were giving it character. Giving it a personality.

Their wedding certificate hung proudly in the hallway in the entrance. It was the first and only framed picture one's eyes were drawn to when entering the house. Then the eye would rove down further where the other photos, other pictures, some of them paintings or awards for community and church services rendered; even a framed blue ribbon for best livestock at the county fair, hung on the walls deeper in the house.

Clark gazed on Betty-Sue with hope. She has to know how much I treasure her? Does she realize? Does she even care that I love her? That I hold her above all others? I can't just let her go. I won't let my father win this discussion. I'm a man now and married. How would he feel if his father came back from the dead and told him he'd have to give up mom? No, I won't do it.

"Clark, sweetie, what is it?" Betty asked in concern. "You're scaring me. You've got a strange look in your eyes." She said, eyes clouding with worry and trepidation.

Blushing hotly Clark ducked his head and fastened his eyes firmly on his feet. "I, Betty-Sue."

"This isn't about bed sports is it Clark?" she asked in a small wounded voice. "You know I'm not ready for that... yet."

"No, no, definitely not, I just. I... just wanted you to know how much I, uh, care, admire you." He finished lamely. Unable to tell her the true depths of his feelings for her, let alone, speak about what he knew was coming up very shortly... his father's demands on them.

Clark had been told all of his life that divorce was not an option. That once married it was for life or until death separates him from his wife. And now his father wasn't happy with his bride and was going to ask him to give her up. He was furious about it. It was hypocritical it went against everything Jonathan and Martha Kent ever taught him. How could his Father take it all back, now that it was too late?

Betty/Lex smiled sweetly, "That's very kind of you Clark, I admire you greatly as well. I think we make great friends. But, that look in your eye." Lex's face bled to a more serious expression. "I think that's anger. I've never seen you like this before. Do you wish to talk about it?"

"No, I can't, not right now. Listen, Betty-Sue, no matter what... I just want you to know I have, my feelings for you are... genuine. My Dad and I are about to have a discussion. I don't want to see you hurt."

Lex/Betty's face screwed up in puzzlement. Clark was not making a whole lot of sense. "O-okay...?"

"Just, you know, just" he trailed off and sighed with frustration. A shaking hand dragged through black, midnight, short, curly hair. He didn't know what to say. He didn't have the cleverness of tongue that Betty had.

"Your father has a problem with me, is that it?" Lex/Betty asked. Their expression turned extremely neutral.

Clark hated that expression on Betty-Sue, it meant the cold ice was back in her veins. It meant distance between them. It left Clark always feeling uncertain like as if he didn't know Betty-Sue at all.

"Y-no-yeah." He answered through gritted teeth and clenched jaw, unable to bring him self to lie to Betty-Sue.

It was very obvious to Betty-Sue and deeper down to Lex that Clark was in agony over this situation.

"I'm sorry Betty-Sue."

"It's all right Clark. Go, talk to your dad, and get this matter straightened out between you."

"Thanks Betty, you're the best." Said Clark with a quick peck to the cheek.

Lex grunted it was clear to Clark that his wife was not in a mood to be agreeable any longer, so Clark retreated.

Jonathan started out by saying, "Son we've got to face facts. She's not a farmer."

Clark protested and Jonathan waved him to be silent. "Let me talk first then you can have your say."

Clark's clenched his jaw mulishly. Jonathan had known this would not be easy but it had to be said.

"It's been, what, three months? Four months since your marriage? Son, she hasn't got what it takes to be a part of this farm. Not to mention the two of you are no where near bearing kids yet, let alone her hips are more slender then those dresses indicated on our first meeting with her. If she had a child she'd die."

Stated Jonathan his eyes had seen the flinch of truth and fear in his son's eyes and knew Clark knew it as well as he did.

"I'm being blunt son, but you know it as well as I do." He sighed and squeezed Clark's shoulder comfortingly. "She's more harm then good for this farm, embroidery's nice son but it don't pay the bills! She's more hindrance than help. For example this morning's little fiasco with Bubba there. And do I have to remind you of the chicken fiasco three weeks prior to this one?

"Or remind you about that fence incident, the month before that?

"Or the kitchen fire, from the beginning of her reign here?

"But it didn't end there, did it son?

"No, it wasn't just one kitchen fire mind you, but six of them. SIX of them, son! She's nearly burnt down the house more times in three months then in the two years it's been around!

"And do I need to bring up her cooking?

"Martha fears you'll die of food poisoning before too long. The girl can't cook and she doesn't seem to be able to give you any children. Or is there something I should be aware of in regards to your bedroom life?"

Clark turned scarlet, then pale then scarlet all over again. Clark was genuinely out raged by his father's accusations, though true they may be. Even he had to admit that some of the stuff Betty-Sue cooked wasn't exactly conducive to long healthy life. But still, Betty-Sue was a good person and beautiful and she tried, she really really tries hard to cook and prove her worth to the farm and to Clark. Clark loved her more than the air in his lungs, more than the life in his very being.

"Dad, please." He protested. "She's my wife. What do you expect me to do? She's trying. She's helped Ma out a lot having another woman around, helping with both houses and all that sewing she does now has brought in a great deal of acclaim and a small tidy little sum of money, not enough to live off of sure but it's something. And she loves it. She's sought after in the quilting bees and embroidery circles. The community loves her. Chloe and Lana and Ma adore her. I... I adore her too.

"She's helped you out with the books too, remember? Because of her we got those bills put on a schedule and we got that loan from the bank. She's helped us get our finances in order. She's...."

Mr. Kent interrupted loudly. "Son, I'm not arguing on the Math stuff, she's brilliant, even I can admit that... as much as it pains me and stings my pride, but even I can admit that I was never much good at Math, and God bless your mother, she tried to figure it all out on her own. She's a gifted woman your Mother, however even she was struggling with our financial bookkeeping. I thank God every day Betty-Sue was there to help us out and got that loan for us, but...but son. The Farm son, we've got to think about the Farm. Finances aren't nothing unless you got something to make money with and to pay back the loans with. That's my concern, the farm, and your well being."

Now it was Clark's turn to interrupt his father. "So she can't tell a cow from a bull and she's terrified of the chickens and can't bring herself to slaughter a couple of those rotten tormenting fowl. And so what if she can't cook. She's learning. She experiments with things and keeps the meals imaginative. I never lack for excitement. Imagination isn't a bad thing Dad.

"She listens to me. She doesn't disregard my words or my feelings. She treats me like an adult. She doesn't judge me. She gives me a different perspective. She eases my pain in my heart, and makes me smile. She's my friend, my companion and my confidant. She's special. She's unique... like me.

"I mean she doesn't have any special powers but she's wonderful. She makes me laugh and feel good. I think, Dad, I think I may... no, I know I am, head over heels in love with this woman. And I'm not going to give her up. I can't bear to picture my life without her in it.

"Chloe has come to think of her as a sister, and Pete too. They accept her and love her as does this town. She's helped a lot of people with their bills and bank proposals. The Church expects her cobblers for the potlucks. She's not perfect, but no one is. I can't fall in love with anyone else ever again. She's it for me Dad. My body tells me this. She's everything to me.

"Okay, so she can't do laundry either and all my clothes have been shrunk. But at least she can sew and she's a pretty good tailor too. The house is always spotless and well decorated. She may have almost burned it down a time or six, but... but Dad, it's still standing and will continue to do so barring any more kitchen hazards, but she is working on that tendency of hers as well, and you know that she keeps a ready bucket of water by the stove now and she doesn't panic at all any more when the fires happen.

"She's human Dad, and she's trying so hard."

"And the bedroom?" Jonathan prompted, eyebrow raised pointedly. "Are we going to have any babies soon?" he asked.

Clark blushed and couldn't meet his father's knowing gaze.

"She's shy. She's had a bad experience. Her first husband was a real bastard. I think. But that doesn't make any sense. Betty-Sue always spoke fondly of Harry in her letters but seeing her afraid like she is. I wonder..." Clark's words trailed off for a moment as a new thought came to him. "I think he's ruined her for lovemaking. I know it's bad to speak ill of the dead but there you have it. She's so afraid Dad, and I'm trying to be patient, but I have to be honest with you, even if we never make love I will still love her and I will not give her up. I do want her, desperately.

"But I'm not going to violate her trust for something as stupid as a physical release. My hand will do me until she`s ready, or if she never is. I don't care. I need her. I love her. I love her more than anyone or anything else in this world and that includes you and Ma.

"At night I just lay there breathing her in and it's like I'm in heaven but in hell at the same time." Clark confessed blushing. "She makes me go all gushy inside, yet also brings out my strongest urges like my need to keep her safe even from myself. I will not turn her trust in me to distrust. It's taken this long just to get her comfortable with me in the same room as she's in. Comfortable enough to trust me in our bed not to take her against her will. She lets me hold her through the night. She welcomes me in the morning with venturous kisses now. She's slowly making her way towards that eventual evening in our future."

Jonathan was shocked by his son's announcement of devotion. As well as his very unusual display of honesty in the matters of the private.

He hadn't expected his son to be this fully in love with his wife yet. Jonathan should have known better though, after all, he and Martha had fallen in love instantly and been in love ever since. It made sense to him in an odd kind of way that this would be the same case with his son, as it had been with him and Martha. Then a very disturbing thought dawned on him, blowing his mind with its potency. The woman Clark was describing and the girl he and Martha had chosen for their son sounded like two very different, very opposite women.

"Clark?" he drawled sharply. "Is there something you want to tell me about this Betty-Sue?" He paused for a long moment letting his words sink in. "Like the fact that she really isn't Betty-Sue, is she son?"

Clark hung his head unable to meet his father's eye for a short moment. "Yes Dad, no, she's not the woman you and Ma chose for me. She's whom destiny and God decided on for me. I don't know who she is and I know she doesn't always tell me the truth. She doesn't trust easily. I just hope in time she will come to trust me totally, and tell me the inevitable truth. All I know is she's someone in trouble and she needs me. And if being married to me helps her then I don't ever want it to end." He stated, eyes firming with his will. (Maybe when she can finally tell me the truth I can finally tell her the truth about me.) He looked Jonathan squarely in the eye when he declared his devotion to this Betty-Sue. Then he confessed another thing he had been mulling over for a while, the one thing that worried and chilled him.

"If I think about the fact that she's not who I think she is then I have no choice but to admit that Betty-Sue never arrived here and then I would have to ask my conscience why she never arrived? Was it because this Betty-Sue replaced her? Or is it because of something else. Like maybe the true Betty-Sue never wanted me in the first place. It's been months, and I haven't heard a single word from her, not by letter or telegram or anything. Or maybe My Betty-Sue did something that would keep the true Betty-Sue from ever contacting me again. I don't know and then I get worried and then I get sad and then I get to where I just don't care because I love My Betty-Sue. I love her and I would do anything for her and to keep her with me always.

"She laughs and time stops for me. My heart does something weird and fluttery when I'm near her. Her smile dazzles me. Her warm body next to mine enflames me. She over powers all my senses and feelings and I want it to last forever. I am in love with her."

Feeling a little embarrassed Jonathan gruffly cleared his throat and wiped the sweat from his brow. "All right son. You've convinced me. Just... ah hell," Jonathan growled, frustrated still and uncertain of what to do for his son or for Betty. "I don't know. Just try to keep any more disasters from happening, that's all I want."

"Thanks Dad."

Jonathan Kent sighed and shook his head. Asking out loud a rhetorical question without need of an answer. "Why couldn't life be simple? I just wish I didn't have this bad feeling in my gut, like something truly bad, big trouble, is on its way? Son, I hope you know what you're doing."

Clark smiled. "Trust me Dad." He said warmly.

Jonathan grunted then walked away. He still had his own barn to look in on before he could retire for the evening.

CHAPTER TEN

Clark stepped proudly into his home where he was greeted by Betty-Sue's flying body tackle. He was enveloped in a bone crushing hug and a toe tingling kiss that left him breathless and in amazement. He hadn't expected this kind of welcome from his wife. She was usually distant, arms length, yet warm all at the same time.

When their lips parted he asked dazedly. "Wha-what was that for."

Lex and Betty had been scheming all the time Clark and Papa Kent had been talking. They had reached a consensus. They had to bring things up to the next level in their relationship with Clark or fear losing him. They feared losing the closest thing to a home they'd ever had. They also feared that all that they had been working towards would, all their plans would be destroyed if they didn't entice Clark and cement him totally to their side.

They smiled brilliantly. "No other reason then the fact that I wished to. I've thought long and hard on things Clark, and I think I'm ready to take the next step. I want to make you happy. As happy as you always try to make me."

Is she saying what I think she's saying? His brain asked. His lower brain was jumping for joy and over powering his upper brain whose whispers of alarm were quickly being muffled by visions of.

A roll in the hay?

Yes!

Clark was in heaven with Betty-Sue in his arms leading him to their room. To the bed that had only known celibacy for these many weeks of marriage, Clark had never thought of it as theirs, per say, but now, now he did, as his wife was leading him to their bed, he couldn't help but think what a lovely word that was, their bed, bed and theirs, two very lovely words.

Their Bed

His knees buckled under him and he almost floated off the ground. Now he would know the true pleasures of a consummated marriage. This bed would truly be theirs and it would have the experience of a man loving his wife and vise versa. He was delighted and so happy that his Betty felt trust enough to take their marriage to the next level.

Yet no matter how snowed Clark was he knew deep down that this all seemed so rushed, so... so... manipulative. Something wasn't right here. Betty was securing her secrets with the carnal powers of her body.

Betty-Sue's lips traveled from his lips to his jaw and neck eliciting a full body shiver and another twitch from his hardened flesh below. His hands seized her hips in a forceful grip as she again turned away from him to lead him up another few stair-steps. He thrust up into her deliciously padded derriere. Enjoying the sensation his nerves seemed to be humming, being this close to her, scenting her own musky arousal. Her scent was overpowering, something about it seemed, it seemed more, something more, something other. Lana never smelled like this nor had Chloe, they had when aroused smelled... sweeter. But Betty smelled... powerful... different... stronger, somehow. His brain shut down as he let out a frustrated growl. He couldn't place what the difference was and right now he didn't care. He wanted her. He wanted to take her now.

His mouth flooded with saliva and need. He wanted to taste her, lick her all over. Feel her move wet and flowing under him.

Betty-Sue let out a gasp of pleasure at his display of aggressive need. She turned her head back to look over her shoulder at him. Her eyes hooded and dilated with her own growing need. Clark plastered himself more firmly against her, making sure not even a millimeter of space stood between their two bodies. He took in gulping drafts of air, like a junky, breathing her in, her musk and perfume, all of her scent driving him crazy.

He ached.

He was so close to what he'd dreamed of for so long now.

He turned her body around so they could face each other and so he could devour her lips with another intoxicating kiss. Traveling his tongue down her mouth to her chin and throat. Her fists caught in his hair and dragged his mouth back up to her mouth. He would have buried his face in her breasts if she had let him.

Her murmur was barely heard, an almost whimper as she commanded him. "Again."

They kissed as he rubbed against her. Then she broke free and turned back to leading him back up the stairs. She told him to hold her tightly against him. She liked feeling him hard and solid, warm and powerful, all manly and wantonly thrusting against her.

Clark sighed in bliss and thrust up against her as she asked him to. His pants felt three sizes too small. He felt blitzed out of his mind. His love was way too dressed, he wanted her naked and in bed.

NOW.

He growled with frustration. Nipped her neck under the cascade of pinned strawberry blonde curls. He mouthed her neck and sucked a bruise into the fair pale skin where his lips suckled hungrily at the joint between neck and shoulder.

He was impatient that he had to use his human strength rather than his super strength and speed to undress them both. He was almost in tears he craved her so badly. Not even this one little mark made a dent in his need. He was so frustrated that he had to be gentle that he had to be so humanly slow instead of super humanly fast. This was going to be his first time making love let alone having sex and he had to be slow. He couldn't risk hurting Betty-Sue and he couldn't risk exposure. He didn't have a clue how she would react to him if she knew just how truly strong he actually was. It was torment and hell and sweet sweet heaven all at the same time.

She seemed to see how frustrated he was and she seemed to revel and delight in it. Her eyes glowed and mocked all at the same time. As if they were saying. "Here I am, come take me, if you dare. I'm yours, but ooh... wait a minute... we're still dressed... and I'm a delicate human being so be careful with me."

She teased him, bedeviled him. She drove him insane with her scent, and her eyes, and her seductress' body. He ripped his pants open unable to stand the confinement any longer. She opened his shirt spreading it open so her eyes could feast on his chest. Her dainty tongue licked her pink coral lips with some nervousness and hunger intermixed.

Her eyes kept changing colors from green to violet and back again, those amazing eyes darted from piqued pointed flesh to Clark's intense blue eyes and back down again, licking her lips to prepare them for decent and feasting upon his nipples. Yet at the last minute she diverted her mouth to his lips for another heady kiss.

Fat succulent lips were feasted on instead and rolled under her teeth and swiped by her tongue. His hands went to her pert behind and hefted her up a little so they could be at a better angle for more devouring kisses.

She seem to take pains not to look down and explore his bared, overheated, over stimulated, glistening and pre-cum leaking man flesh. Which was a little hurtful to his feelings but he knew she was new at this, they both were. He shouldn't feel such wanton pride in being naked in front of her, nor should he feel the need to want her to look at him and desire him as he desired her.

He knew that with her previous spouse she'd only been taken in the night and under a blanket, chaste sex, proper wedded Bible sex, nothing as wild or as heated as this. It had been a proper bedding. This was not going to be like that. Though he should make it like that, after all he was supposed to be a human male and under covers and in the dark of the night was when sex was supposed to happen, not while it was still day light out.

"Oh Betty-Sue." He whispered with some compassion mixed with desire. "You're the one in charge here. This is all yours, whatever you want. All of me, is yours for the taking, love." He husked, sincerely, stroking his sex, trying to calm his need a little.

She was startled by his declaration, green eyes widened in her shock then flashed with heady desire.

Boldly her strong fingers glided over his iron muscled shoulders and came around to his chest to pinch and rub and roll his hardened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. The nubs were eager to please her to let her touch them. His whole body was eager for her to touch him. His body quaked with the tenseness of his will not to scare her off. He wanted her to conquer every bit of his flesh with her hot hands and even hotter mouth.

That mouth that again dominated his own with a swipe of her tongue plunging into his mouth battling for his submission which he gave her gladly, moaning as stars burst behind his eyes. He loved being kissed by her. Being possessed by her.

He wondered in the back of his mind if there might be something wrong with him for wanting this, for wanting his woman to want him, to dominate him and crave him like he did her.

He knew that most human men dominated and terrorized their women and even their Bible somehow gave them that divine right to do so. But he had never seen it with his mom and dad nor with Chloe and Pete and even with Lana and Whitney he had only ever seen love and partnership. He had that with his beautiful Betty-Sue but he had always been more then happy to dance to her tune rather then the other way around.

Was it wrong of him to let his wife be in charge of this? Was it wrong, was it sick of him to want her to be the one to master and dominate over him? If he asked another man in the county they'd probably tell him it was. But right now he didn't care. He lost himself in her kiss.

"Please." He begged. Not sure what he wanted, more kissing or something more. Ultimately he knew he wanted all of her and wanted her to take all of him.

Boldly she trailed more kisses down his chest, her hands sweeping mastering gentling caresses further and further down the whole expanse of his body, eliciting full body shivers from him. Her hands paused over his hardened jutting flesh, joining his hand then gently forcing his fingers grip to loosen. He twitched and another pearl droplet of ethereal liquid seeped from the head of his aching cock.

His eyes focused solely on her warm hand, he willed it to touch him to give him some form of release. Her hand shook as she finally touched him, first with one hesitant finger then with a second and then a third finger caressing the crown then dipping into the pre-cum and spreading it slowly over more of it's surface, feathering light caresses down the length and then her fingers became her whole hand and she stroked him more boldly.

Her eyes were fascinated by his sex. Her mouth opened to admit more of her pink tongue, wetting her lips as her pleasure increased. Catching the sight of an open mouth and dainty pink tongue, he moaned and bit back on a heady groan. His pleasure was rising, swelling, too rapidly to control. He was going to lose it.

He'd never had another hand touch him so intimately before or so skillfully either. He couldn't stop his whimpers from leaking out. His eyes closed with the intensity of the pleasure of it. His hand felt lacking in comparison with hers. He had never felt this so intensely before. Never had he felt this close to losing his mind. Burning from the feel of it.

He couldn't help it anymore he had to do something make it less intense somehow, get release, something anything that would stop this over heating sensation, this sensation of disconnection from the world and a new connection to the one that was touching him, the one who was made for him, meant for him, the one he wanted with a passion he had never experienced before in all of his short life.

He began to rut he couldn't help it. Her fist grew tighter at his growl and slicker with the more cum his cock leaked. It was going to be over too soon, and he had yet to see his beloved bare of her clothes.

"Please." He gasped again, voice gone ragged and husky. His hands now clenched in to her dress trying to get it off of her without tearing it, but his hold on his strength was dwindling rapidly and soon he would snap. He needed her.

He needed her.

NOW!

Her dress ripped, buttons popped off, she twisted from his grip in time to hide the front of her.

"Brute!" she cried and ran from him.

His pleasure was sudden ashes in his mouth. His erection subsided too quickly and unfulfilled desire burned heavy now more like acid than pleasure in his stomach making him feel sick. Betty-Sue was now terrified of him. He had terrified his wife. Made the love of his life frightened of him. It was the worse feeling in the world. He was a monster.

"B-b-Betty wait!" he begged stunned and hurt by her reaction. "I'm sorry. Please."

The door had been shut in his face. Her frightened countenance his last look of her as the wood hid her from his sight. He felt like a wretch.

"Betty-Sue Please, please open the door. I didn't mean to rip your dress. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I got over excited. Please, it won't happen again. I won't hurt you I swear I won't. He pleaded with her and begged her for over twenty minutes. Finally he uttered the most painful and honest words of his life.

"I love you."

She carefully opened the door, her body covered by an unflattering robe.

"Y-you l-love m-me?" she asked him her voice low and stuttering with awe.

He could see it in her eyes that his vow of love was somehow upsetting for her but in her own eyes his affections were returned, he could see it.

Lex was stunned and overwhelmed. Betty-Sue was like a flood of emotions. To have her feelings returned was everything she had hoped for. She had been in love with Clark from the beginning. Lex had been fighting the attraction, fighting his own feelings for Clark, feelings that had grown stronger over time and with more exposure to the Kents.

This feeling of love was something alien and familiar it was a sensation he never thought he could feel outside of the love he felt for his brother and mother. Even his feelings for Bruce and for his three ex-wives (when he'd had feelings for them) were nothing in comparison to this sensation he felt for Clark, this magnetic pull that promised to be the death of him could not be denied he couldn't fight it anymore.

Tearfully she exclaimed. "Oh Clark."

Their bodies impacted and more kissing was shared. Very shortly Clark was back to aching, glistening, fully erect hardness. This time Betty-Sue did not shy away from touching him. Her mouth roamed all over his chest and belly, going lower. Her hand pumping him was joined by her other hand in a reverent hold that left him trembling along side of his wife. She looked into his eyes and smiled beatifically.

She lowered that smiling mouth shaping it into an open kiss that made him shout wordlessly in wonder as it descended slowly testing the feel and shape of him in her mouth. Making him cry out in pleasured awe.

He sank deep, suckled and stroked by an eager and loving tongue, her mouth so hot and so wet and he couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. Down, down he sank, to the tight throat that now worked him. He felt he was being boiled alive it was... He was having sex- no, making love to his wife's mouth.

He'd never heard of such a thing before. Her hands stroked his thighs calmingly then moved up to cradle his balls, stroking each hairy sack with her thumbs then giving them an experimental squeeze as she kept sucking his cock, slowly lifting her mouth up enough to catch air then going back down again, delving, diving up and down, bobbing that hot wet succulent mouth of hers. Occasionally nibbling on his cock head, making him whimper with pleasure.

He didn't know how long it lasted but for him it seemed that the world stopped, the air in his lungs stopped, his heart pounded terribly fast and his ass kept clenching as he began to pump in and out of her mouth matching her rhythm. Her hands soon moved from his balls to his round taught fleshy behind where she dug her nails deep into his hard muscled globes.

He came with an explosive cry of fulfillment twitching and pumping even after he had been emptied.

Her mouth didn't seem to want to let him go either she seemed to want to continue making love to him. She stroked his ass and kissed the spent cock. She was glowing with her own fulfillment. Along the right corner of her lips his cum still lingered and he bent down to brush it away with his own tongue.

She hummed with pleasure at his kiss. Then she broke away to go to the washroom. When she came back she smelled of rose water and mint toothpaste. She kissed his cheek then curled up next to him on the bed.

They fell asleep in each other's arms.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Lex was amused to find himself so wrapped around one man's finger. He had never loved another man in his life at least not in the sexual way. He had loved his father and he had loved his brother Julian. He had never loved another quite like in the way that he loved Clark Kent, not even Bruce.

It had to be Betty-Sue. It couldn't be Lex feeling this. It was impossible, yet he couldn't seem to get enough of Clark.

The oral sex had been the only thing he could think of to keep Clark from finding out about his true gender, it had been a close call and he had to admit he did panic a little. He'd taken distressed female a little too far but it had all worked out in the end.

He hadn't counted on actually being moved to orgasm himself but when Clark had cum he hadn't been able to deny his own body's release. He reached wonderful orgasm at about the same time.

It had been so hot and so sexy being fucked in the mouth by an over eager Clark Kent. Hearing Clark beg for it had been just too much for him to deny the pleasure he knew they were going to have. Betty liked to romanticize what had happened between him and Clark but as for himself Lex wasn't quite sure what he thought of the whole thing. He knew he was falling in love with Clark. He couldn't lie anymore about it.

The way he felt about Clark was something amazing, it wasn't like any feeling he'd ever had before.

At first he had thought it would be just Clark's pleasure but one taste of Clark and he was hooked. Clark had let him be in control. Had shown him awe and love and eventual patience. He knew that eventually Clark would want to have proper man on woman sex with him and he hoped he could think of something when the time came to keep the kid from realizing that it wasn't a woman's sex he was making love to but a man's.

Clark stirred a little. He was so cute. Lex Luthor had never been struck so soundly by Cupid's arrow before. Even the little bit of drool that was coming from Clark's mouth looked cute to him. The soft snores would have put Lex back to sleep but then Clark woke. It was morning and chores could not be put off. They both knew that fact. Still it didn't keep Lex from going down on his husband's morning erection.

Clark's strangled groans and begging whimpers satisfied Lex like no one else's. Clark's fingers dug into his scalp almost dislodging the wig, his blonde curls came undone and cascaded down his shoulders as he continued to suck the enthusiastic thrusting cock head.

"Oh oh oh oh Betty!" he cried crashing down into climax.

Lex smiled and slurped the last bit of his lover's cum.

"Clark." He murmured husky and sated from this little bit of sex.

"I wanted to ask you." Panted Clark. "Where? How... did you? I mean I loved it. It was so amazing." He babbled on.

His dazed wide blue eyes made Lex's heart skip a beat with further desire and heat again resonated in his stomach and groin. He thought he could fuck Clark Kent and still never have enough of him and from the looks of it Clark was on the same page with him. Clark wanted Betty-Sue and was hard again in little time flat.

Chuckling Lex patted the burgeoning hard-on affectionately.

"It was something I learned in my travels from a naughty French woman." Lex replied in a pleasantly warm tone. It was the truth. Betty disapproved of the memory.

Lex had been on a Gambler's steamboat, the Dixie Queen or something like that, playing a few rounds of poker when he had met a girl named Carlotta Deboniex. The night had been a very satisfying one and she had been an insatiable creature, lovely and beautiful and gifted in the bed arts. He had almost fallen in love with her but his father's hard lessons had kept him grounded and he knew what lust and love were two different things and what he had felt for Carlotta was only lust and perhaps a slight friendliness, but nothing more. It still hadn't kept him from having really great oral and other types of sex with her though.

He sighed as Clark ambled out of the bed. Clark was trying in vain to will his new erection down. Lex laughed amused and gentle. Warm and luxuriating in the afterglow.

"Chores, chores, chores." Grumbled the unhappy youth.

"Yes, Clark dear, we've got the chores to do. Cows to milk, chickens to rob from and I have a breakfast and a lunch to prepare."

"As well as a Pot Luck item for the church gathering tomorrow." Reminded Clark.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about that. Thank you Clark."

"And, Betty-Sue..."

"Yes, Clark?"

"Is, I mean, well, Mom and Dad want to have grandkids soon. I was wondering, is what we did, going to get you pregnant?" Clark asked innocently, blushing brightly neck to ears and whole face and all.

"No Clark." Lex replied feeling uneasy and unsettled.

This topic was not one he was prepared to discuss and he had forgotten for a second that Clark had no idea what sex was like or even remotely how babies were made, despite Papa Kent's lectures on the birds and the bees, probably because of such lectures, actually.

Lex had to fight a sudden image in his mind of red-faced Papa Kent and an even redder faced Clark Kent both of them kicking at their feet trying to discuss intimate things between starts and stutters and plenty of throat clearing. Fighting the cute picture in his head he forced a more sober look on his face and in his tone.

His own experience with the "sex talk" had not been near as sweet, Dr. Bryce was not an experience he wished to bring up, to put it mildly, it would have spoiled the after glow. Lex's experience with her and her experiments had been intolerable and insensitive.

"What we did last night" said Lex delicately, "And what we did this morning will not cause me to get pregnant."

"Oh." Said the unhappy youth, hopes deflated.

"We'll talk about sex and kids at another time Clark. Now get on with you, to the farming." Lex grinned playfully, tossing the pillow at his retreating husband's back.

The day was both fast and slow. He and Clark could not get enough of each other they kept making excuses to run into each other inside or even outside of the house.

Lex went into the barn when Clark was bailing hay. They made out like younger teens. Clark's hands would spread down under Lex's dress to grab his mounds. Massaging them in his strong hands. Making Lex moan and undulate.

Lex's mouth would be more demanding more dominating when Clark was gripping his butt or hips, Clark's sex grinding against his hidden one under the many layers of skirt and cloth. Lex sobbed with the pleasure of it. His hands would shake as they eagerly untied Clark's pants and unbuckled his belt and went down on his knees to worship the hard jutting flesh that demanded his full ministrations.

Clark would cry out and sob his own pleasures, climaxing frantically into his beloved's hot wet throat. Then they would put each other back to rights and return to their chores.

Betty-Sue was simpering. There was a new lighter spring in her step and she just glowed. She loved Clark. Clark made her happy and every time they made love she felt even happier. She was contented in every way possible.

Later that afternoon after chores had been finished and food prepared Lex stoked the fire in the boiling room below the bathtub. Hot water ran into the new porcelain tub. With the bathing room door locked Lex soaked in his deserved bath. Sprinkling lavender scented water into the luxurious heat he sighed and enjoyed this rare treat. Pleasure relaxed his ill used muscles and the heat gave his skin a nice pink flush.

He knew he was going over the top with all this girly stuff but Betty really liked it all and it was a role he had to play down to the last detail. Not that he enjoyed smelling like roses or lilacs or lavenders. Betty did of course.

Personally he liked the scent of mahogany and sandalwood and musk, the more manly scents, far better than the feminine flowery scents for his person. But while he was being a girl he had to smell like one.

Flowers were all well and good when they were on a lady, however a lady he was not. Though he had to smell as female as he could and he wanted Clark to like his scent. So on with the humiliation of it all. He sprinkled more lavender on his skin and relaxed deeper into the heated water. Humming with contentment.

Both personalities had noticed that Clark adored their fragrance. The man couldn't seem to get enough of their scent. Every time they were in close proximity of each other Kent was always taking a huge whiff of them, nuzzling his nose into their skin at their throat or into their hair.

If Lex didn't know better he'd almost suspect Clark of being half wolf or something.

He chuckled at that particular image in his head. Wolfy ears and lolling tongue, bushy tail all a wag on Clark Kent, all for his beautiful Lex- er Betty-Sue, Betty-Sue, not Lex. Lex reminded himself hastily.

"Knock-knock!"

"Clark?" Lex asked, raising his voice a little to be heard through the door.

"Yeah, it's me. Can I join you?"

Lex panicked for a minute as Clark tried the doorknob momentarily forgetting that the door was locked.

"No, Clark, I want my privacy. Which is why the door is locked. You can have the bath after I'm done with it. All right?"

"B-but Betty-Sue, I wanted to join you." He protested.

At Clark's words and meaning Lex groaned as his cock did a happy on him. `Damn it! Stop that.' He hissed at his happy, trying to will his erection to go away.

"Not right now Clark." He managed to growl, projecting his voice just loud enough to be heard through the door.

His erection wouldn't go away it just got worse as a sudden vision popped into his overly imaginative mind. Clark's cock, taking, growing thick in his hands and fucking his mouth which then turned to images of another way, his fingers of their own accord stroked his cock and moved lower still to his anus and he began to ride his fingers, gasping at the pleasure and total intimacy of it. Also fully aware of the man behind the bathroom door, eagerly listening in on his intimate bath, unaware that Clark's vision kicked in as well. Lex was very lucky his tub was led-lined otherwise his charade would have been up.

Lex/Betty both felt oddly bold and at the same time shamefully turned on.

He was a man and he was not ignorant of sex, he reveled in it, but he had never had this kind before. This was a new, exciting and shameful act for him. It was disturbing and yet compulsive, he wanted Clark in every way possible. He wanted to be taken and loved and taken fully as a man and as a woman because for the moment he was both.

Clark's massive beautiful cock taking him exploded in his mind and he short circuited, spasming his ass, squeezing his fingers all most painfully, a full body shudder ran through him then his cock exploded, his climaxing cry leaving him noisily.

A frantic Clark demanded to know what was happening, "Betty-Sue, are you all right in there? Betty!" he cried.

Lex answered. "I'm fine, just hold on a little bit." his voice husky as usual after sex, but this time with an undertone of embarrassment and shame. Yet he couldn't help but provoke Clark by saying, "I was doing some self-exploration." He explained using a double entendre of his own.

"Y-you..."Clark seemed unable to finish his exclamation as he realized just what his wife had said. There was no mistaking that particular tone in her voice. The one that just drips sex and cravings satisfied. "Oh God!" he yelped.

Lex didn't have to imagine Clark grabbing that hardening cock of his, keeping it pinned between two large beautiful hands, gripping it tight to keep it from exploding. He knew his Clark was doing that right this moment right outside this bathroom door. Clark's hands were scrabbling for dominance over his willful needy cock. He gave his own cock an encouraging stroke. Clark could turn him on so fast.

Lex had never imagined that he could adore another man's cock but there it was he adored Clark's. It got him hard faster then any female breast or female nether part or any male before Clark.

Lex smirked satisfied with his wickedness. Clark was definitely going to be wild in bed tonight. He could already tell that Clark liked the thought of his wife touching herself. It was very arousing for him. But Lex also figured Clark wouldn't like it that she had done so without him there to watch. Wickedness got the better of Lex again and he decided he'd give Clark another show.

Forget shame, he was a Luthor and he was a man and he reveled in sex, even if he still had yet to come to terms with his definitions of the act with Clark. The closest he'd come so far with Betty's help in describing it was by liking it to worship.

"Clark, I'm pinching my nipples," Lex continued this time being very blatant. "Oh Clark, I'm imagining it's your teeth gnawing on them. Oh God Clark that feels so gooood!" he moaned.

His hand stroked his growing cock. While the other hand rolled the little hard nub between thumb and finger, viciously pinching it.

Frantically he was crying now. "Oh, oh oh oh oh, God! Clark! I can feel you, you're so good, so big and oh oh oh oh, Clark! Touching myself imagining it's you," Now his hand moved from his cock back into his stretched and slick opening. "Oh it's sooo good." He groaned as his fingers again found that spark inside of him.

Riding that sensation, bucking under the sensual assault of his own fingers, water splashing over the rim of the tub, as he imagined his fingers were truly Clark's steely silken flesh, he was coming for a second time. Screaming louder then the one climax before.

Clark burst through the door, just as Lex stepped out of the tub bathrobe hiding his body in the nick of time. Lex glared at his husband.

"Control, Clark, where's your control?" he demanded testily.

The warm afterglow of masturbation was gone in an instant.

Clark blushed fire red. Sheepishly he explained. "I'm sorry, Betty-Sue. I couldn't help myself. I want you so bad."

"Well, bad little boys don't get what they want." Lex growled an echo of Lionel's outraged lectures from his youth. Twisting the lecture by adding, "They don't get to have my mouth and they don't get to have my other parts either." Lex hissed. "You're suppose to have better control then this Clark. You said you would try not to scare me again. And here you are trying to be a brute again. Well just for that you can sleep on the floor in the kitchen."

Clark's hurt look stabbed him in the heart but Lex wasn't going to relent.

He was a Luthor. Lionel raised him to be heartless. Besides, he'd been too close to discovery for comfort. His heart still pounded fast from the terror of it.

Things were starting to come crashing down in Lex's head. He was suddenly on strange footing. Men didn't take it up the ass, he'd been told more then once by his dad and again by other men, ugly hurtful bastards who'd tried to belittle him and dominate him in the schools and in the past on the road.

Here in this place he would be in charge or there wasn't going to be any hanky panky. Though, he loved Clark, he just wasn't ready for that big step and this way it would give them both time and distance to think things through some more.

That night the bed felt cold and lonely.

When Clark crept in at around 2 a.m. Lex was still turning and tossing and, dare he even admit it to himself, crying because he was so alone and cold and he missed Clark's big heavy warm weight by his side gravitating him toward the middle of the bed and into a cuddling embrace.

He hadn't realized until this moment that somewhere along the line they had become dependent on Clark. They couldn't sleep without him. They couldn't sleep in calm and peace. They used to rely on their sleeping drought and without it Clark was the only thing that could relax them enough to sleep. Clark kept the nightmares at bay.

"Betty-Sue, Can I please sleep with you?" whispered the miserable Clark. "I miss you."

Lex didn't dare say a word, he knew if he did he'd be a blubbering teary-eyed idiot, so he simply lifted the covers a little and let Clark slide inside. Clark was the one snuffling and wiping at a stray tear. His wet nose finding the crook between Lex's neck and shoulder and burying it there, making Lex shiver.

"Thank you Betty." He murmured.

They cuddled a little more, each holding on to the other with a need like nothing either one had ever felt before. It was not a need for sex but for intimacy of love and closeness. It was comfort and strength, giving and receiving, a sharing of something deep and unbreakable. Lex felt his eyes grow heavy and sleep descend quickly over him as it had over Clark. He was safe now. Warm and loved.

Neither one of them letting go of the other in their sleep, arms wrapped snugly around one another, all stress and fear completely absent from their sleeping selves. They were at total peace.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The potluck was, as usual, fun and the ride into town on the Kent's cart was great especially since now he and Clark were cuddling on one of the hay barrels, Pete and Chloe across from them. Chloe kept grinning like an idiot at the two of them. She was so happy that her two friends were now in the honeymoon stage of their marriage. It had taken Lex/Betty and Clark long enough.

Even Lex was slightly amused by this revelation. He held on to Clark with an unbreakable hold, the oatmeal and fruit cobbler in his lap, while his own butt was in Clark's lap, his arms encircling Clark's neck and Clark's arms encircling his waist.

Betty-Sue seemed to be absent from his mind today. Betty-Sue was absent most times when sex was involved. Not that she didn't love, need, crave Clark, but it was as if sex was just too much for her to handle and she was happy enough to let Lex take over for the time being.

Clark's randy cock was starting to rear its beautiful head. Lex could feel it and he giggled. He whispered in to Clark's ear, nipping at the lobe. "This morning not enough for you lover?"

Clark blushed. He tried to get himself under control since he didn't want to embarrass himself or Betty-Sue in front of his parents and his friends. Betty-Sue just felt so good in his lap though, and feeling her teeth mark his ear was definitely arousing. Her breath brushing against his sensitive places at his neck and jaw were way too much for him to handle.

The woman had no shame.

He wanted her, craved her so badly. He couldn't wait until they got to the church so he could find a quiet little secluded place by the stream and make love to her again.

~ Flashback ~

That morning had found them in a sweet position reminiscent of the morning before the present one. Clark sighed as his wife's mouth sucked his length then his balls and back up to the crown, this time more tongue then wet throat, Clark had groaned and bucked gently into her mouth demanding more entrance which only made her laugh and back away from his purpling organ.

"So demanding this morning, Clark, love. Patience, patience." She told him, singsong, chuckling warm and husky. Then she kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, her tongue waging war with his mouth and, as usual, winning. He groaned and bucked, his hands grasping the firm globes of her ass and dragging her down onto his hard cock, grinding their two sexes against one another.

Now she was the desperate one, pounding on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, before he knew what was happening she spread herself for him and his cock was engulfed in tight wet heat that made her mouth seem like a little volcano, no not even a volcano it made it feel like a lukewarm hot spring.

Her sex made him frantic, he was pounding into her, losing control, losing his load, twitching and spasming he'd come screaming at the top of his lungs. Her gown covering her modestly still, he almost wished he could remove it from her. But he was too done in to do so.

She was still riding him even as his length grew lax, her own orgasm shaking them both. Then more desperate kisses and scrabbling for hand holds and soon he was hard again, this time his wife under him her sex open to him taking him with heated desire and impatience of her own and still the blasted thick nightgown hid her nakedness and her sex interlocked with his own from him. Just imagining such a sight drove him into sexual frenzy.

He didn't mean to go at her as hard as he did he knew she would be bruised afterwards, yet she encouraged him onward, her nails clawing his back and actually drawing blood from his usually impervious skin. His groans were soon drowning out hers as he kept pounding into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into the volcano that was her womanhood, rocketing his brain with intense pleasures.

He didn't even notice the gently glowing fleck of kryptonite in the ring around her finger next to her wedding band. It was never noticeable, just a tiny innocuous spec among green emeralds. Clark had never realized that it might not be emotion that drove his knees to weakness but that teeny tiny little speck. However there was no doubt that the boy from the sky was indeed in love with his wife.

"So good, so good." She gasped. "Just as I had imagined. Oh, fuck, oh God, oh YES! CLARK." She screamed. "More, more, more, harder, harder, harder, fuck me! Fuck me! Good, so good, so good." She panted, still screaming in places. Hearing her cuss turned him on even more. And now she was crying, her body arching off the bed frantic thrust after frantic thrust, violently meeting his last vigorous thrust and climax, orgasm shook once more through them both. Black out happened.

When the air came back to them and consciousness as well, Betty-Sue retired to the bathing room for a quick bath and prepared herself in a lovely dark red gown with Celtic designs around the hems. She was beautiful, with her hair in a ribbon and in loose curls cascading down her shoulders. His cock rose again. She smiled and gave him another mind-bending kiss then her hand encircled him and jerked his cock off, in spite of his protests and the fact that he wanted to lose himself in her body again.

She took a washcloth and wiped her gown clean of any evidence of the sexual activity then she made sure nothing telling was on her person, like fluid in her hair. Then she swatted his ass and told him to get into the bathtub and that their parents and friends would be there soon, so he better hurry.

~ End Flashback~

Clark smiled at his memories and kissed his beloved Betty-Sue in a rather explicit kind of way. Chloe and Pete each made retching sounds then laughed, as he and Betty-Sue turned pink in the cheeks.

Ma and Pa Kent shared a proud smile with amusement tinting their eyes. They figured they were going to have grandchildren in a matter of months. Even though they knew how risky it would be for Betty-Sue, in their hearts they wanted grandchildren with a terrible yearning and they wanted Betty-Sue to give them those sweet angels.

Lex felt a swath of guilt suddenly hit him in the heart. How disappointed the Kents were going to be when they realized no kids were ever going to come from this union. He felt ashamed again at his deception.

He had lost himself for a time in his love for Clark and their love- play however, now reality was coming to bite him in the ass. How could he have forgotten his goals? How could he get so wrapped up in the Kents, their farm and this town, when his life was still in danger and he was living a lie?

Clark's arms around him were a comfort he tried to deny himself but Clark wouldn't let him go. He gave Lex a look of confusion and hurt. Why was his "Betty-Sue" rejecting him now?

That look cut him and he relented, giving Clark a gentle kiss on the lips as an apology. Clark grinned happily and again held him tightly in place on his lap. The cart came to a halt and to Lex's surprise they were at the church. He had thought they would be riding for another hour or more.

"Time flies when you're having fun." Quipped Chloe, taking Lex's basket from him and setting it in her other arm. "Shoo you two. I'll take care of your cobbler. You've got that look in your eyes that say you guys need alone time. So go, go on. Shoo."

Pete wrapped his arms around his wife's waist while giving Clark and Betty-Sue the amused tolerant look that an older married couple gives to the younger married couples new in their love.

Lex scowled at the look and felt rather slightly insulted, however Clark's brawny arms came around his waist and lifted him up and away they were running or rather Clark was running and Lex was being carried off to God knew where.

Lex couldn't help the laughter that peeled out of him. Clark was amazing and impetuous and so strong. Soon they were in a hidden place and Clark was determinedly making love to him.

This time Clark was able to get Lex's shirt up to lick and kiss the tiny breasts, he had rarely gotten the chance to study those cute little mounds. They weren't very lady like, but what else could they be. Women's breasts came in different sizes. He just needed to accept that they were beautiful in their own right, even if they were tiny and looked rather masculine.

His hands molded to her hips and ass, as he ogled the muscled stomach, then he moved his mouth back up from the taught belly to mouth her exquisitely sensitive tits for a while and wouldn't stop, she bucked and cried out as her orgasm overtook her. Betty-Sue was never more beautiful then when she was in the middle of their love making and coming undone from it.

Soon she was touching herself preparing her sex for him and he watched enraptured by it though she still kept most of her nether regions modestly covered. Driving Clark crazy with curiosity and desire. She would never let him look under her skirts or let his hands wander past her sweet tusch.

Her body allowed him in, encouraged his entrance, her legs wrapped tightly around his chest as he impaled her, over and over again, each one shaking as orgasm crashed over and over again with each new bout of love making. Since Clark had never had sex with a woman before he couldn't know the difference between making love with a man or with a woman.

By the time they returned to the Church the potluck and services was over. They were allowed the last bits of the cobbler and roast all that was left, from the gathering. They were rumpled and loving, their eyes never leaving the other's eyes. They held hands and got lost in each other's gazes. It was obvious what the two of them had been up to.

Some were scandalized by it, while others heartily approved of their actions, thinking like the older Kents, that in no time at all the two would have beautiful bonnie little rug rats running them out of house and barn.

Enemy with a dream

The report she read from her henchmen made her let out a sigh of exasperation. Those men were still useless; still no sign of Luthor. The men were staking out Luthor Castle Estate Ranch and the Town itself. Peeled eyes open for any sign of the missing heir.

Her secretary stopped typing in the background as Lois paused to breathe and take a moment to look into the framed photo of Susanne B Anthony. Lois loved the suffrage movement. She wanted to make a huge difference in it, like her idol Susanne.

"Women need the vote. They need to be recognized for their minds and hearts not just for their dowry. Women are not chattel, regardless of what the old texts say of us. We may have tempted Adam into taking the bite of the apple of knowledge but that hasn't made men knowledgeable just pig headed!" she ranted.

"Ladies, I urge you, implore you, use your wiles, convince your men that they must vote for Women's Rights! Not just for their wives or Mother or sisters, but for the futures of their own Daughters."

Lois paused in her impassioned speech her zealousness on hold for the moment as her mind turned to affairs of a different matter.

" `Manda, can you write another letter for me." Lois requested. "This time address it to my Cousin, Chloe Sullivan-Ross, Smallville, Kansas."

Amanda paused in her typing then pulled the first draft of the Ladies' Gazette titled "A Move Forward to Enlightenment" written by Lois Lane then put in a new piece of paper this time stationary.

"Ready Ma'am." She said.

Little Jimmy Olsen waited anxiously for Lois' to give him the go ahead. He was her photographer as well as her "Go-For". Perry was waiting for her newest society piece and it was Jimmy's job to get it to him before press time at six o'clock this even time.

"Dearest Cousin,

"How is your life with young Peter? Is it all that you had hoped? If so, excellent! I am so happy that such a fine marriage has lasted so long and that you are treated as an equal in it.

"I was wondering how is your dear friend Clark doing? Has he heard anything about, his neighbors, the Luthors?

"More specifically, has Alexander Luthor shown up yet?

"We here in the city are terribly concerned for the young heir. We also would love to have the latest gossip on his whereabouts so I may report it to the Daily Planet.

"My editor, (do you recall meeting him last year at the Christmas party? A widowed man, a grief stricken soul, red hair turned to white? )

"Anyway, Perry White is an amazing man, but hardly patient. He eagerly awaits any news about the missing heir and I informed him that you being my cousin and living in Smallville where the Luthor Estates reside would be an excellent source from whom, I might get the latest news about the man and thereby give Perry, dear Mr. White, that which he needs to know so he can print the social column and give his faithful readers some news on the whereabouts of the missing - presumed dead, heir.

"How goes your own developments for a paper of your own?

"Love always, your dearest cousin,

"Ms. Lois Lane

"Unattached, single and steadily marching on for women's liberty!"

" 'Manda, also write a letter to Stewart and Karl for me. Tell them... no, I leave it at your discretion. But make sure they get the gist of my utter disappointment in them."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Jimmy, come in, youngster. I have the newest society column ready for the chief. Run fast and I'll make sure you get a hot supper for your efforts."

Jimmy's freckled face broke out in a wide grin. "Thank you kindly Ms Lane, I appreciate it. Oh boy!"

Then the teenager snatched the folded envelope from her hand and took off at a break neck run out the door.

Lois sighed and shook her head. "That poor kid. Let him be a symbol to us Manda. Our children suffer because our women are not free."

"Our poor children. " She echoed faithfully, as Lois continued to preach.

"Our children go hungry or have to actually find work for themselves and support our families because men will not hire women for fair wages or fair jobs. They'd rather steal our children's childhood and see them work themselves into the grave rather then give Women the vote or freedom to own property or have control of their own finances!"

"Yes, Ma'am." Said Amanda dutifully, sadly shaking her head as well. Amanda was a follower and she liked Lois. Lois was fire and passion where Amanda was simply her shallow shadow. But at least Amanda could take pride in working for someone so righteous as Ms Lane.

THE OTHER ENEMY

The Mutant followed the two henchmen and snorted. Those two wouldn't be able to track down a Luthor. Especially not someone as sly and tricky as Alexander Luthor; he was a chip off the old block.

He had thought that the two men would actually cut down his own work efforts in half but to his disappointment he found the two men actually tripled his load. The men were blunderers. For fast gunmen and swift trackers the two were turning out to be useless in Smallville.

Perhaps it wasn't their fault. Smallville had always been suspicious of outsiders. The people had so many secrets they needed to keep locked away from the outside world. He had forgotten that, till now.

Perhaps it was time for him to come back home and be himself again. Perhaps he would find Luthor easier if he did that instead of watching the two men come painfully into the resurrected barriers of silence the town blocked them out with.

Yet he was not well liked himself. Many had felt he'd finally come over insane from the exposure to the rocks of God's wrath. A quaint name the town called the meteors. God's Wrath.

The mutant snorted. More like God's gift to the town of Smallville. How many had benefited from these rocks? Yet how many suffered now because their gifts bestowed upon them by the rocks made them go crazy and thirst for blood and chaos. Perhaps more adequately the rocks should have been named Devil's Curse.

Luthor's power would be destroyed and he would see to the end of the Luthor line. He would see each Luthor dead and in their graves before his thirst was quenched.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

With becoming friends came responsibilities and Lex accepted that. He liked Chloe and he wanted to help her get her business off the ground. Besides Smallville needed it's own version of the gazette.

This town was always lacking for knowledge and with a newspaper around everyone would soon be in the know about county and state events. A town paper worthy of this small little community.

Lana was a little bit different she had a husband that could back her money-wise if he believed in her ambition, however it seemed the two were disagreeing on her entrepreneurial idea. She wanted to create a Woman's Parlor, one of those fancy coffee houses straight from Paris that she had once read about.

It seemed Mrs. Whitney had a few cards up her sleeves like the fact that she supported Women's lib and Women's rights, which explained the truly weird friendship she had with Chloe Sullivan-Ross and Lex found himself embroiled in their machinations. He went to their meetings and helped them bring others to their views. He then made sure that they got their loans for their business aspirations courtesy of his own bank account.

Chloe's Paper was a hit especially with Clark on board and Pete too. Lana's Parlor was flourishing as well. So his money was actually making money and he was proud of his associations with the two girls. It made their friendship all the more sweet.

Whitney was of course an asshole and didn't want his wife managing the damn parlor nor did he want his wife out on the town with those rebellious no good anti-husband women.

Lex made sure after an afternoon of getting his shoulder cried on by the nymph-like Chloe and his sidhe-like Lana, that Whitney was about to come down in the world. No one crossed a Luthor and no one, absolutely no one, was allowed to hurt a friend of his.

He'd envisioned in a hundred different scenarios in a hundred different ways how to screw Whitney over, not just for Lana but for the pain the bastard seemed to enjoy inflicting on Clark. Though Clark's feelings for Lana were no more and it was obvious to everyone that Clark was desperately in love with his wife. Whitney still managed to rub Clark's nose in the fact that Clark lost out when it came to Lana Lang.

Torn between pumping hot led into Whitney or making him hurt financially and taking Lana down with him. Lex had to make a crucial financial decision. If he bankrupted Whitney he'd still have access to Lana's money from the parlor, since a wife's income was a Husband's income by right. So he had to find another way to bring the man down.

One night Lex opened Betty-Sue's cedar chest and gathered his old clothes up and dressed in his black gamblers get-up with the shiny silk cravat, Lex then made his way into the seedier parts of Smallville where he gambled and won.

He made sure that Whitney's other dealings were shut down. The man loved to gamble and so Lex got his marker. Whitney was now forever in a Luthor's debt.

This meant Lex had full control over Whitney's finances and by default over Whitney and Lana both. But he didn't want power over Lana's money, he was a partner, a silent partner in her business, and therefore a portion of the profit was already his. He didn't want anything more then that. But he did want Whitney to let his wife have her dreams and work her parlor if she wanted.

Standing in the shadows hidden by darkness and the brim of his hat he flashed Whitney the marker.

"Listen up, real good mister, I own you. We both know it, but I will call this marker paid if you leave your wife alone to run her business in her own right. Sign the contract I gave you and we will exchange marker and contract at the end of this week when it's been recorded and finalized."

"Why do you care about my wife? Why do you care so much about my wife's place of business?" asked the resentful man.

"I don't like seeing pretty women in pain because their husbands are mistreating them."

"I've never laid a hand on my wife!" roared Whitney outraged.

"Mistreatment comes in many forms Mister Fordman, remember that, now for the contract. Sign it and we will have this business concluded between us." Said Lex reasonably.

"Bastard." Whitney glared but signed the contract. "Fine. Lana can have her business her way and the profit too."

"Good."

Marker and contract were exchanged. Lex then disappeared into the night dropping off the papers at the bank and at the court and city hall for recording. Lana was going to be a happy woman when the contract became official in a few days time. It felt good doing this. Making people happy. It made him feel very happy.

Lex grinned as he changed out of his gambler's outfit and packed it away in the trunk under the bed and was once more in female garb and wig. That night Clark was a little surprised by the banquet they had but not surprised by the vigorous lovemaking that came after.

Lex enjoyed Whitney's downfall, though on the outside he was all sympathy and kindness on the inside his cold heart was doing handsprings. Whitney deserved what he got. Lex never claimed not to be cruel, nor had he ever claimed that he didn't enjoy someone else's suffering on occasion.

Especially when it came in the defense of those he loved.

It was petty, this vengeance he was doing on Whitney, but Lex was a Luthor and "petty" was his middle name. Lex was who he was, and he made no bones about it. Being a Luthor was being someone powerful, rich, and special, and for the most part he loved it.

Sure it was a cold and paranoid existence but it had some perks. Like the fact that Luthors always got their way, always got what they wanted, and no one ever had the guts to stand up to a Luthor. Though with the Kents he was starting to realize that there were actually some people out there that a Luthor could not buy or control or intimidate.

The Kents had become aware and Lex too, of the cattle rustling in their back yard and they were all pretty sure that their neighbors who lived five miles or so up the road were in charge of the unfriendly goings-on of late.

That neighbor was Lex's own family, the Luthors.

Lex suspected it was more Lucas than Lionel or the family as a whole. Since the doings-on lacked an imaginative twist, which would have marked it as his father's or his own or even little brother Julian's plans. Though Julian was more likely to use the law and the courts to get his way.

Some fifteen farmers had been killed, their farms hijacked, their animals stolen or else killed. The families terrorized and then by chance or rather by no chance at all a representative of the Luthor Corp. comes along buys the property from the grieving widow and orphaned kids. It couldn't be coincidence.

It disgusted the Kents to no end but it made perfect business sense to Lex. Which he was of course very careful not to say in the hearing range of any of the Kents, and especially not in the hearing range of his husband, though, he had to admit he was disgusted by the lowly tactics of his family too.

Lex had grown to know this town and it's people and he was hurt when they were hurt. Like Oxana Krycek first generation American farmer, from a Russian pilgrim family, her husband had been killed just last week. She was a good friend of Betty's she was in the sewing bee with them, and Lex's partner on their award-winning quilt. He had attended her husband's funeral and watched the real-estate turkey pop up.

He had glared at the pint sized little real estate monger the entire time. The man proclaimed to be helping Mrs. Krycek but the piddly offer for her land was hardly fair bargain price. He said he was giving her the best deal on her lands and yadda yadda. Lex knew better, but Oxana had been insistent that the man seemed nice and wouldn't steal from her, not with her expecting a third child and her second child dead in the ground and her first child sick and her husband recently murdered.

He had been helpless to keep her from getting cheated, at first, but he had found a way around that dilemma. Lex had anonymously donated an extra three hundred dollars to her bill.

The turkey's eyes had been as wide and stunned as Oxana's. As he slipped the bill of sale into her hand and Lex smirked as he saw the man become flabbergasted by the situation and the little turkey couldn't stop it from happening either. If he protested the bill of sale he'd look like a penny-pinching crook, where as this way he looked generous and benign to the grieving widow and her piers, which may secure him further deals in the future, that is if Lex let him.

Lex though still in hiding wielded enough power to pull some strings by telegraph. He made sure the weasel lost his job the next day. Vindictive and petty, it still made him feel good for helping out his friend and ensuring the next real estate buyer was of a more honest variety for the next unfortunate family that had to pay the price for Luthor greed.

Lionel suspected - no, knew someone was out there machinating against him. No one other then the Kent chit had shown even the slightest bit of business genius and out maneuvering him as she had in the bank that day so many weeks ago. It made him think it could possibly be her but she couldn't possibly have the same resources as Lionel or even Lex's own resources to use in this hostile take over of Smallville.

Lionel believed Lex had to be alive and hiding somewhere close. Where he could keep an eye on his father and brothers. But why would Lex make such a move against them? Turning against his family was not a crime Lionel could easily overlook.

"Why must you continue to always work against me son? I'm your father. Why aren't you more loyal to me?" Lionel clenched his teeth in a hiss of pain, frustration, and grief.

"It was that Bruce Wayne, wasn't it?" he muttered darkly, petulantly looking into the picture of his son's cold expression. "He turned you against me. I knew better then to let you go running off to see the world with Wayne at your side. The Waynes and the Luthors, like the Luthors and the Kents, have always been enemies. You've turned into my enemy haven't you?" He hissed shaking the framed photo vengefully.

"Why Lex? Why do you do this to yourself and to me? Why aren't you here so I can talk to you?" So I can beat some sense into your insane head!

Yet no one had seen Lex anywhere. His spies weren't talking. No one was talking. No one had seen Lex anywhere in Smallville and yet it had to be Lex, there was no one else as sneaky or as brilliant.

He would continue to wait for Julian and Lucas to bring him Smallville and the Kent farm until Lex chose to show himself.

Clark was not entirely surprised to come home from the fields and find an interesting array of gourmet feast from the Talon, courtesy of Lana and Betty-Sue, of course.

These kinds of dinners were happening more often then was proper but Lana didn't mind and Betty-Sue had helped her get her loans and get her salon up and running. She didn't mind catering her friends every few nights or so. Especially when mysterious amounts of money kept popping up in the till that far more then compensated her for her troubles and expenses.

"What did I do today to deserve this?" Clark asked bemused, blue eyes sparkling with good humor and happiness.

Lex smiled sweetly then pressed a fork full of pie into Clark's mouth. "Just loving me is good enough." Lex murmured, voice husky and with that tone that made Clark's mood change whip crack fast from bemused to sensual hungry.

His arms wrapped around Lex and hugged his wife tightly to him. Rubbing against her pelvis, pointedly driving his hardened clothed sex against her.

Lex smiled even wider, a cat in heat. His eyes burned bright with desire and his own sensual hunger entrapping his willing spouse in an evening of erotica.

He didn't mind Clark's smell or the dirt of the fields. Clark smelled sexy, like sun and earth, organic and forest and grass and sun ripened berries, musk of honest sweat and hard work.

"God you're beautiful." Lex murmured lovingly, devouring Clark, taking control of their union as usual, setting the pace, kiss after kiss, sensual play of tongue and exquisite mouth.

Clark moaned, drowning in the love play of tongue on tongue. Clark groaned and crushed her more firmly against his body. Then reluctantly pulling away as the fire burned hotter between them.

"Betty, oh, hmm, Betty...wait, wait, wait. I should get clean first. I don't want to get you all dirty."

Lex chuckled genuinely amused. "Dirty, Clark? Dirty's good, very good in a really dirty kind of way good." He teased darkly, hands trailing down Clark's chest, palming hardening nipples through a skin thin shirt.

Clark had during his work stripped mostly down to his long johns, his plaid shirt was open in an unkempt yet entirely sexy kind of way. Red under garment nearly pink with the years and years worth of washings threadbare and soft to the touch beckoned further petting from the entranced and entirely contented Lex.

Lex planted a kiss in the center of long johns then tongued the buttons open. Clark gave another moan combining a full body shiver. He knew exactly what that tongue could do to him. He was in a state of quivering surrender as Betty worked her magic down the front of his body, mouth sucking and biting at hard skin, tonguing navel then hands unfastening pants and long-johns, freeing restricted flesh, mouth devotedly working the engorged swollen and eager flesh.

Clark sobbed out another moan and jerked his hips forward. Crying a protest as Betty teased him and her hot wet mouth left him hanging in the cooling air. She backed away from him, smiling her most teasing and cruelest of smiles.

"Are you sure you don't want to get me dirty Love?" she asked, taking another step back from him her hand floating over his hot painfully eager erection, barely a stroke, barely a touch of skin, so feather light as to be nothing but air, then that hand too left him.

It drove him mad and he followed her, trapping her against the elaborately decorated table, with a roar he lifted her up, her legs spread just wide enough to get a hold of his waist and trap him eagerly against her heavy thick skirts.

They rolled and tussled, the table's settings crashed to the clean floor as Clark eagerly cleared it off with one arm stroke, and then he made desperate love to his wife on it's cleared surface.

It wasn't proper love making since he had been unable to get her totally naked, nor able to lose his seed in her body, but he had been able to get her shirt open and he was able to do his favorite thing suckling and gnawing on her tender sensitive nipples, which drove her towards her own orgasm as Clark thrust against her, over and over again, trapping her against the hard wood, listening to her hitched breathing her own sobbed out moans of pleasure and directions.

He strained and bucked, thrusting and thrusting, rubbing against her, and came hard, shuttering and jerking his hips, emptying his viscous fluid against her skirts. She bucked up from the table just as wildly and coming just as hard as he had. Clark's face rested between her bared breasts, his eyes closed in a cat nap of fulfilled pleasure.

Her graceful hand curled into his dark hair petting his short locks leisurely combing the raven curls and easing her breathing. She loved his hair.

Loved his eyes.

Loved Clark so much that it was so bright in her ever-changing eyes.

"Betty, I don't want to move." He murmured, breathlessly. Arms wrapped warmly around her, his weight trapping her beneath him. Clark was her own personal draped blanket. He was so warm. So very warm and not even Lex wanted Clark to leave his body just yet.

Betty only smiled and continued to pet his head. Then her hands traveled down his neck to his shoulders and her nails scraped Clark's back gently, lovingly.

"The bath is waiting and dinner is growing cold but we can wait here a bit more before partaking of the second course." She smirked. There was no doubt she meant more love making this time perhaps combined with the food that was decorating their dining room floor.

Sex and food then more sex and a tepid bath for Clark, and more sex still on the stairs on the walls in the hall way, till finally another bout of love making at long last on the soft comfort of their feather stuffed mattress, until the day light crept through their window and entered their bedroom.

By morning neither one of them could walk straight, let alone get out of bed or even think about doing chores.

Yep, thought Lex rather smugly, good deeds really did feel good, he thought as Clark again made love to him later in the afternoon.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Lucas went the route of hired thugs. At his wife's behest he decided to menace the town's people. They had dared to treat her with rudeness. She was not a woman who forgave slights against her name and station. Lucas was only too happy to do as she asked of him.

Thugs were easy to round up. Men hungry for action, hungry for money, could always be found. They thrived on the terror they brought out in others. They loved the screams of the despairing women who watched their men folk shot down in defense of their women's honor and their lands. The farms would not survive the assaults not with the males dead and the women broken and grieving. Bloodshed cut its own river in the Kansas territories now, staining grass and tarnishing families' fond memories with horror and pain. Children were being orphaned. Women were becoming widows at an appalling rate.

The Kents were trying to patch up their community, bring their people together in a defensive opposition to the new horrors that were now afflicting their town. However their efforts were costing them too much and people were too afraid to do as the Kents advised.

Lex decided it was time that he created a relief effort for their neighbors. Before meeting the Kents and falling in love with Clark Lex would never have had this kind of charity in his heart towards other people.

Chloe and Lana and Mama Kent joined Betty-Sue on her crusade to help their neighbors. Loans, food, clothes, blankets, provisions, including turning the Church into a shelter for the homeless farmers. For those ones who had stayed regardless of the hell they were going through to rebuild their homes and lives. Even this wasn't helping to keep farmers from leaving.

The rustlers were getting stupid and over-confident. Lex was sure there was a way to stop them. But he wasn't sure how to do it. If Lucas were in charge of the proceedings then a confrontation between Lex and his cowardly brother would put an end to it all, Lex was certain of that.

Lucas must have gotten caught up in the heat of the chaos as he was trying to cover his own tracks. He let things get out of control and complicated and one thing Lucas was perhaps never any good at, was complications. Lucas wasn't smart like Lionel or Lex or like Julian even. Lucas was smart in a thug kind of way. Lucas loved brute strength and violence. Lucas' greed got out of hand. Lucas was reaching for the whole pie rather then the one simple piece of it.

Clark slept soundly as usual. Lex slowly slipped out of his husband's warm naked entwined body's hold. Clark murmured then rolled over to bury his face deeper in the feather pillow. Lex grinned at the sight. His heart's strings pulled tight. He could barely breathe for the love that was choking him in his chest.

He didn't want to leave their warm bed, sex scent still clinging to their bodies, warm and musky making him ache for another round of love making. He didn't want to go but he had to. He needed to investigate what was happening to their town, to their people.

Lex opened the trunk by the bed and quickly delved deep into the hidden recess within under all of the neatly folded dresses and string tied letters. The real Betty-Sue sent two letters, one which Lex had answered for Clark, gently letting Betty-Sue down, the other final letter was her reply, a kind one, telling Clark that she was very happy for him and that she was enjoying her life.

His conscience was in relief. Lex's remorse was minimal. He was now truly free to love Clark. He was overjoyed. He was glad for the original Betty and glad that he could live with Clark for a little longer.

At the bottom of the trunk in the hidden place he carefully retrieved his gambler/ gun-fighter apparel, belt, ammo shells and sterling silver six shot revolving caliber handguns.

In the bathing room he efficiently and quickly unpinned his hair and took off the wig, shimmied out of his nightgown with it's three layers of padding to keep his own sex well hidden from Clark's during their bump and grind sessions. His head felt bare. His weight was lighter without the trappings of women's stuff. It felt strange to him to wear men's clothes again. He felt like a stranger in them.

He looked long in the mirror, at last recognizing himself as Lex Luthor rather then Betty-Sue Kent. He'd been losing his identity for some time. Losing it in the persona of Betty-Sue. His heart squeezed painfully and he was afraid.

He had made himself forget for a time that he was male. He'd subverted his own personality and overlaid it with that of the woman whom Clark adored and loved. And now there was a possibility that he was putting that life and that love in major jeopardy.

Yet he had to confront his brother. He had to save Smallville. He needed it too much to let go of it.

He had to accept who he was and accept Betty-Sue's part in that. Because of her he was with Clark and he was a better person now. Lex Luthor, sinner, gambler, badass and dangerous rebel without a cause. Now he had a cause and a reason to be better then what he was. He had Clark to look forward to.

This dream he had instrumented and designed for his safety. A dream in which he was truly happy, well except for playing the part of a woman, that he could do without. However in spite of that he was happy. Here he knew what it was like to be cherished and loved, accepted for who he was. Okay, maybe not for who he was exactly but for the person he could have been, had his upbringing been different, had his father been someone else besides Lionel Luthor and if he'd been born a girl instead of a guy.

Did he really want to live out his life in this lie?

Clark was bound to find out sooner or later. That what they have is all a lie and Clark would not appreciate that lie. Clark would be angry, disgusted that he had been sleeping with another man, making love to a man.

But most of all, Clark would be truly angry- maybe even kill Lex for making them live this lie because it wasn't just any man Clark was fucking but a Luthor, a Kent's worst enemy.

Lex felt tears of shame sting his eyes. He didn't want his life with Clark to end.

He didn't want Clark to be angry with him. What he felt for Clark was true. It was love, a deep love, the kind he had never felt before with anyone and never dreamed he was able to feel with anyone either. It wasn't just Betty-Sue anymore. It was Lex who was falling in love with Clark.

He was going to go confront Lucas and he was going to win a lasting peace for this town, for his happiness because it was this love that moved him to do so. For Clark's sake and Lex's own sake the rustlers had to be stopped. Even if it meant putting a bullet in his ox-brained moron of a brother's balls.

He grinned his evil shark-like-Lionel grin. He snappily put on his black hat upon his head at a sharp angle. Quietly he slipped out of the bathing room, through the window and down the large oak tree sitting outside of it, which kept peeping toms from seeing what was in the privy chamber.

He ran in his boots gathering one of the swifter horses in his and Clark's barn. He rode the mare hard into the outer skirts of town. He knew where Lucas liked to hole up with his little gang of marauders.

Lucas's jaw dropped at the sight of his brother bearing down on him. The others didn't stand a chance, Lex had put a bullet in each one of them, some would live the rest would die. The final bullet he aimed for Lucas's heart.

"Hello little brother, miss me?" he asked coolly, dismounting from his steed, gun never leaving his target. His finger was firmly in place on the trigger ready in case of any funny business.

Lucas gulped, his bottle of whiskey falling from his limp hand. He was shaking with fear. Lex had never pretended to like him. Lex tolerated him for the blood that ran in his veins. Lucas had always known that if he ever pushed too far Lex would kill him and without a qualm.

Lex was like Lionel in that he didn't have a conscience or a heart.

"L-Lex, wh-what are ye do'n `ere?" he slurred and stuttered. He couldn't stop trembling. He knew his time had come.

"I'm here to tell you to back off." Lex growled, eyes flashing ice blue fire.

Lex's eyes could change color with his moods. Violet meant he was mellow, blue meant he was dangerous, this color meant he was deadly.

"This town is mine. These people are mine. I won't have you come in here and wiping them out. You've got just one chance Lucas. Get out of town and don't come back or, get a bullet in your balls then get out of town. Capisce? Little brother."

Lucas cowered from him and cringed. Lex's smile was smug. His gun never wavered from its' path to Lucas' groin. Lex leaned in invading Lucas's personal space his breath a caressing whisper in his ear. "I said, Capisce."

Lucas nodded hurriedly. His skin felt dirty like something was crawling over him. Lex and Lionel had that intimate intimidation down pat. Lucas was scared sick by it. He scrambled out from under Lex's presence and ran all the way home forgetting his horse in the process. Lex waited till Lucas was out of hearing before he let out a loud laugh of mirth.

"That was fun." He purred.

He hadn't felt this good or this powerful in a long time. It felt right. It felt wonderful to intimidate others. To let them know that he was the one with the power and control over their lives. That it was his will that allowed them to live or die. His will that let them prosper or break.

He luxuriated in the Luthor sickness for a while more until thoughts of Clark entered his brain. Shame washed through him for his Luthor nature, burning his face. Remorse for his un-Kent like behavior surfaced as well as did Betty-Sue but before she could chastise him for his behavior, Lionel's voice whispered through the corridors in his brain.

"What would Clark say if he saw you like this?" Lionel's sinister voice asked. "He would be sickened by you."

"Sickened that you could derive such pleasure from a game of dominance like this one. He can't understand the Luthor side of you." Insisted that evil little Lionel doppelganger inside his head.

"He can't love someone like you. Someone sick and out of control like you. You can't expect him to forgive and to accept it. Not this side of you. He wouldn't understand Lex. You need to leave him. Bell Reve is the kind of place where you belong."

"Shut up!" He screamed out loud at that oily, mocking voice, his father's voice inside his head. That voice that refused to let him be. Betty-Sue trembled convulsively then fled from that voice in terror.

"Shut up!" Lex cried again. Agitated he argued. "You don't know Clark. You don't know anything. You're the sick one, not me."

"Not me!" he denied vehemently.

Angry, Lex turned sharply, swirling his dark duster behind him kicking up dirt as he stomped off. Gathering the horses by their reins and leading them to where his mare was stationed. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with the now ownerless horses but he knew he couldn't let them go free. They were his prizes. They would be worth some money at auction. Money that could help the Kents or the homeless widows of Smallville.

Lex sneaked back into the house. Clark was fully unaware of him, still snoring like a frog on a log. Lex grinned a less shark-like grin, one that was soft and warm a smile of the besotted. Redressed as Betty-Sue he slipped back under the covers back into the arms of the man he was in love with. The man for whom he was trying to change, trying to be a better person for.

Clark snuggled up against him, breathing him in. "Betty-Sue." He murmured in his slumbering. "Missed you."

Lex stiffened, eyes wide, a quick lie came to his lips. He whispered. "I was down stairs drinking warm milk. I'm sorry I was gone for so long."

Clark sighed content for now, allowing the lie to pass unchallenged. Clark luxuriated in her scent. Feeling himself grow hard and aching again Betty-Sue could drive him crazy with need.

Betty-Sue stiffened in his arms at his insistent rubbing. Lex was still reeling from his actions from earlier and the self-hate. He wasn't in the mood for love. A sharp jab in Clark's stomach told Clark his advances weren't wanted.

Clark sighed disappointed. They weren't going to make love again. Betty-Sue told him to go back to sleep. He fell back to sleep, almost instantly, though this time his lips formed a pout and Lex's eyes watched him carefully behind closed lids before he too then quieted into slumber.

The morning came all too soon for Lex. He woke to Clark's long wet warm kisses and Clark's hands skating up his thighs. Lex stopped those wandering hands before they could get any further up his legs and find out the truth of the secrets he kept hidden under his gown.

"Clark." He growled warningly. Clark backed down sighing, his kicked puppy look firmly in place. Lex relented. Guiding Clark's hands to his chest. "I want your touch here." He moaned softly, lower body arching to meet Clark's naked hard flesh. Trapping it in his skirts.

"I want inside of you." Pouted Clark. "I wanted you last night. I missed you."

"Did you search for me?" Lex asked neutrally, breathily as Clark's fingers twisted and scraped across his nubs.

"No. I was too tired and comfortable to leave the bed." He blushed. "But I wasn't too tired to make love to you." With that he brushed Lex's lips with kisses, his hands going lower to grab the round cushy behind.

Lex's legs wrapped around Clark's waist holding him closer, cradled between his thighs. He was eager for Clark to make love to him as well. Each of them strained in their own way against the fabric that had them trapped.

Their mouths did battle, trading kisses and bites, bruising kisses, tender kisses, hungry kisses, that quickly led them to frantic love making. Lex carefully untangled themselves from the blankets and his skirts. Then crawled over Clark's body so the second round could begin.

He licked the hard leaking flesh that demanded his full attentions. Oral sex was good for Clark. It let some of his tensions out, made him slick and prepared for other activities. Lex grinned with his mouth full as Clark bucked and moaned under him, clawing at the sheets ripping the bed linens in his throws of passion. Now very close to the edge Clark was ready for the final ride.

Lex laughed wild and beautiful, curls cascading down his naked back, riding the bucking hips that demanded dominance. Skirts still covering him modestly from the waist down, he positioned himself over the jutting purple and wet flesh, its cum leaking beautifully from its mushroom head.

It was going to feel so good inside of him as good as it tasted in his mouth. Clark was begging him to do it now, to let Clark take him, claim him, make him his. Lex turned around to meet Clark's lust heated blue eyes and grinned his victory over his lover.

This was going to be a quick one thought Lex as both their wills deteriorated in the heated need for one another. Lex sat down impaling himself on Clark's cock. Clark's groans turned to half sobs and wails. His strong fingers dug deep into Lex's hips forcing him into a savage rhythm.

Clark was pounding into him, arching off the bed. Slamming into his tight channel. His own cries met Clark's and mingled. Clark sat up from the bed to bruise his lips one last time in a kiss that was soul shattering, slamming into him yet again, this one the last time as orgasm crashed down on them both at the same time, stars burst behind their eyes, breathless from the exertion and the accumulation of passion and love spent in a moment of irrefutable belonging.

Black out occurred again.

The morning routine could not be ignored. Slowly Lex and Clark made their way warmly meandering through peaceful dreams and leading both of them slowly towards waking consciousness. Animals needed feeding, and breakfast needed making. Neither Clark nor Lex could ignore their duties. A farm could not be left to run itself.

Clark made a comment about the strange abundance of horses in the barn but other than that accepted the horses' presence, especially after Lex had spun him a good yarn and suggested they be sold at auction to support the farm or the widows left from the recent ranch wars. Clark liked the idea and agreed to it.

Smallvillians didn't question even the worst of lies. Maybe it was all about preservation or denial of the influence of the meteors or maybe it was just simply no one wanted to know. No one questioned anything and those that did usually died for their curiosity if some good guy didn't rescue them first.

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