So! this is the chapter! It took a while, I know, but its here! It is a little short for a last chappie, but I really like it. I wanted to make this note to say thanks to everyone who reviewed, and followed this fic from the beginning, you're the best! Other than that, it is also to make clear something out: it happened that my two besties read my work before I publish it, and they both claimed this chapter should have a little more Clark/Lex moments, based on how it is Clark who influences Lex, and also,

Luthors don't ever, ever deny who they are.

I feel like im marching up to my greatest battle, and like a great warrior, I decided to prepare myself as best as possible: I had a stack of papers in my briefcase, all of which were copies of my most important transactions, from the money I inherited from my mother, all the way to the very last cent I had gained from selling my own shackles, and used into buy my freedom, I had dressed in jeans and a plain shirt, and was wearing, for the first time ever, shoes worth less than five hundred dollars. The conversation that made me go into this came to my head, as if I needed to be anymore certain.

"Are you sure, Clark?" I asked, looking deep into frigtened green orbs. He bit his lower lip, took his gaze away, and then looked back at me. Nodded. I felt a sense of dread coming over me, my head already calculating anything this could imply. Next to me, Clark takes a deep breath, looking miserable.

"I knew you wouldn't take it very well" I snap at the sadness in his voice, the dissapoinment. Before I know it, I take his strong hand into mine, and look at his straight in the eye. I want him to know that I am not, in a way, dissapointed.

"No, Clark... Im happy" he snorts. "I AM" I retort, and this time, he pays attention, that ability of his to know when Im lying and when Im not come into place, for the first time in my favor. "But we needto think about the future... We need to think about my father" I watch the one thing that for the last two years has been able to drive me to madness: I see Clark's face turn sad and miserable. I suddenly wish I hadn't been able to make him understand my anxiety now.

I walk into the office, briefcase in hand, ready to have an all-out brawl with the man behind the desk, my own father, but this is no ordinary battle, this one has everything on the line. It has Clark and my future on the line, and for only that, I came willing to do anything and everything to win it.

"Father"

"Lex, what a surprise" he says, and I resist the urge to laugh. This is no surprise to him, Im sure. He may not exactly know what I've been up to, but Im sure he knows I've been up to something.

"Let's get to the point, I don't really want to delay this" I demand, setting the briefcase on the desk and opening it quickly. "You have taught me a lot, Father, and I appreciate you trying"

It is an old messaging trick developped after years and years of messagers being killed for bringing back news: its called sandwich the bad news between two reasonably positive statements or thoughts. I have no positive thought to offer my father, but I am just about to use any trick in the book to get this done with. I see the lines between his eyebrows deepening, he knows Im being honest, but he knows there is something else. "I sense a but along the lines of this conversation" he points out, and I nod.

"But there comes a time when one must make its own way, throw himself to the great void" I continue, looking at him straight into his cold, calculating eyes, not a hint of joke in my body.

As expected, he laughs in derision, surely he must have heard this from me before, and Im sure he isn't impressed this time. I plan to correct that in a few minutes.

"Another tantrum, Lex? Really, I had grown to believe we had moved beyond that point a long time ago" As he says this, he picks up a paper from one of the folders in front of him, silently dismissing me. In response, I take out the first piece of paper and set it on the desk.

Silence fell after that, and it all turned into a battle of wills as old as humans themselves, where my father pointedly ignored me, and I didn't allow him to. Silently, I just stood there, waiting, my gaze never leaving him, demanding his attention, to me and the papers I had set down on the table. My father knows I am good at this, just as good as he was, because he was the one who had taught me, the only thing is that sometimes he forgets just how good I could also be at setting pressure on other people. Uninvited, I sat on the chair next to him; if he was so set into ignoring me, I didn't think he'd mind if I made myself comfortable.

Rolling his eyes a little, he sighed tiredly and took the papers. As everytime as I managed to throw Lionel off balance, I felt that surge of sick, sick pleasure, taking my father´s fatures in when he looked at the papers. His face went from tiredness of my antics, to confusion, from confusion to surprise, from surprise to total astonishment, and then, finally, from astonishment to a barely contained, almost wild rage that made his eyes seemed to be made of thunder. His voice though, was calm and controlled. It was the tone of his voice I hated the most, for it usually meant he was about to deal with things in a swift, devastating matter. Luckily, I had contigency plans for any failure in my back up plans, and back up plans for whatever may go wrong on the original plans. Failure was just not an option.

My father raises the paper as his elbow rests on his armchair, is eyes livid as he gazes at me.

"Lex... what is the meaning of this?"

"Will you stay with me?" his voice reaches me, low and timid. Scared. I try to sit, but he forces his hands down, won't let me. He's afraid of my answer, and ashamed of his fears, so he'd rather not look at me when he voices me. So human. Its unbelievable Clark could be from another planet, and be so much more human than anyone I've ever met. My sweet Clark, afraid I'd leave him. I'd rather have my balls cut off with a nail cutter. One at a time. With no anesthesia.

"Nothing could keep me from you, Clark." Then, I smile, not helping it, and lose my fingers in his dark hair. "Or you from me, I'd suppose"

His head moves, and instead of falling into his green, green eyes, I dive headfirst into their spells. He's smiling, my God, a joy-filled, fear-free smile, that I know he saves just for me. And its almost as beautiful as his love-filled eyes.

A sudden posessiveness overwhelms me. I want to protect him. As silly as the desire comes, because I know nothing can hurt him, but still I want to not have anything or anyone touch him, to always keep him safe, keep him well, and most importantly, by me. I feel determination to protect him, fear of us being driven apart, anger at myself for being afraid, more determination to never, ever let him out of my sight, and something else; something primal, insane and deranged, a wild, unpredictable thing pulling at my concious thoughts, just waiting to snap out should it need to. Even on a leash, this driven, relentless, crazy and dark part of me is more than I can handle at the moment. My eyes fill with tears, and my mouth works of its own accord, the intensity is so strong.

"I will wreck this world, Clark" I find myself say, my voice catching at the end, and my breath suddenly turns labored. "I will personally see to the destruction of every last living thing, pulverize every damn rock, dry every ocean, and not regret it for a single second, if I come to realize I can't have you." I feel a single tear roll down my cheeks, then nothing else, I imagine what it'd be like if he wasn't there already, and I was already alone. It is horrible. It is horrible, and devastating, and I feel myself growling in pain already, wanting to tear, brake, destroy and kill, get the univers to feel my pain with me, because its too much for a single person, because my sole reason isn't there, and if Clark isn't there, its because the universe conspired to take him from me, and it needed to pay. I then notice the hand on his hair is shaking. I can't stop this... thing from taking over me just by imagining what it'd be like. I shouldn't even think of what I'd do if... "There is nothing but you to keep me sane, to make me live. There is no life for me without you. And without you, this whole universe its pointless, not worthy of life. I'd spend every damn breath I have left to make this and every world feel it."

HIs hand touch my left cheek and I unwind, like an out of charge toy, and the thing that took over me seems to find himself appeased by his touch. My whole body trembles, I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his hand on my face. Even as I come down from my high, I realize every word I've said, I meant it.

"Lex" his voice claims me, I open my eyes, he's staring back, and there is no surprise, there is no doubt, no reproach in those green eyes. There is only desire, dark and possessive, not the sexual kind of desire, but the one that is more than sexual, the one that could make a person go crazy in a second if your'e not careful. There is also a hint of pride, a lot of satisfaction, and much determination. He's not in the least disturbed I've just confesed I'd turn the universe to stardust if he's not with me. "I know you would."

HIs mouth claims mine, and that thing inside me purrs. I've always known my love for Clark could border on the psycotic, but it doesnt trouble me in the least, not when Clark answers: "And if I lost you... I would too"

With me and him going at it, God himself would have a hard time keeping us appart.

"That is a copy of my share of Luthorcorp's being sold." I say, calmly looking at him. He grinds his teeth, his paticen running thin.

"I know what this IS, I asked you what this MEANS" Again, his voice is low and controlled, but there is a wild look in his eyes, is that of a wounded animal, and I love it. Never in a million years did Lionel think I'd willingly relinquish my hold of power. He expected me to try and beat him out of his company until the day of his death. Right now, he can take Luthorcorp, and shove it up his ass, for all I care.

"It means I renounce to any claim of Luthorcorp" I reach into the briefcase, and pull another stack of papers. "and this is me taking my part of mother's inheritance-"

"You were NEVER interested in those pennies!" he explodes, hands banging the table, then stands, taking the insanity no more. Good, an unbalanced Lionel is a weak Lionel... for about fifteen miniutes. I intend to take advantage of the next fifteen minutes. "You want the big bucks, you always did. What is this desperate ploy you are trying to pull?"

"I'ts not a ploy." I answer, level-headed. "I told you, its me diving into the great unknown" I pull out another paper. "This is a declaration, where I willingly claim I want nothing to do with Luthorcorp-"

"Nothing to do!?"

"And agree to have it sold and destroyed at the time of your demise." I continue, not paying attention to his ourbursts at all. "But those are for the shares under MY name. These papers are for the shares under somebody else's name, but that ultimately belong to me." He blanches. For the first time, I see Lionel Luthor blanch. "Yes, Father, for the last five years, I've been slowly putting my earnings into buying your company from you. There is a total of about a 52.8% of LuthorCorp shares that answer to me" I really didn't wanna let him know so that I would walk out of the company, but you can't have all you want. I am enormously glad I have what I want the most, and that's Clark. The rest is just bullshit.

"And last, but not least... these two" I pull two more papers, and lay them down one on top the other, the one I want him to see up front. "This one is a copy of the contracts for the shares. If you'd read it carefully, you'll notice that it says that the only condition for the sell is that they are not sold to you, or at least, in the next twenty years. Otherwise, my signature is needed for any and every transaction of those shares."

"you... you just..." Liones stutters, not able to find words.

"Yes dad" I answer, not the little bit moved. "I just sold over half of Luthorcorp, giving the power to people that hate your guts just a little less than I do, and I've made sure they can't do anything without my approval. I wanted out of this senseless battle between you and I, but I knew you wouldn't let me, so I took myself out, and made sure you couldn't touch me. If anything happens to me, Lionel, all of my assets and priviledges will go to someone very dear to me, and trust me, with unbrakable morals even you couldn't corrupt. I suppose you'd rather deal with me than Jonathan Kent?"

I've never seen a better impression of a fish in my life. I close my briefcase, and stand to leave.

"Have a nice life dad. Don't look for me. If I so much imagine you're trying to pry into my life, I'll stab your eyes out with a kitchen knife, drill your ears in with a screw driver and then smash your mouth in with a sledgehammer. I'd like yo see you try and manipulate anything after that." his features shape themselves into an unreadable mask again, I'd be amazed if he didn't put himself somewhat together. But his eyes betray him, he knows I mean business, he knows that if he really does it, I'd certainly pay him a visit with the aforementioned instruments. Just for the kicks, I pull out the object in my left pocket. The voice recorder falls noisily on the desk "Here is proof to my threat. I met someone. I love him. I want to be with him, more than I ever wanted to beat you, or get you to love me. I don't want you spoiling my life with him. And if you do mess with our lives together, I swear, I will hunt you down, and tear you up." I get up, and turn to leave.

"Is this what this is about? some amorous adventure? I thought you had more sense than that, boy. Are you really sure you'd give it all away for a little tight ass? Please, Lex! I thought you had more sense!" he snaps, and I feel his hand reaching my shouder I as I begin to walk away. "This is not what I taught you a Luthor is!"

For some reason, I smile, and for the first time, happily look him in the eye. My finger tap on the second paper, the one below the selling contracts, the one I didn't explain.

"Exactly, dad." I say, smiling, he releases me, and I know he realises it. That I have no intention to back down, this is final and it is done with. There is nothing he can say or do to get me to back down. He will try once more, eventually, I am sure, but at least I bought myself some time, before he tries by letting him know this is not up for discussion. "I wish things were different. But they're not. I want out of your life, and I want you out fo mine. If you follow me, I will know, if you try to play me, I will know" I have a lover who can hear the steps of ants and see throught things, after all. "And I will take any measures necessary to inforce it." With that, I walk away.

"So... how do you know?"

He laughs, but its more of a giggle, as he kisses my lips softly, over and over again. "X-ray vision" he answers.

"Why were you using your X-ray vision again?" my hand goes up and down his back, and his fingers are drawing circles on my abdomen, my chest, my hips. I feel my skin tingling as they go.

"I was trying to figure out whether you were using underwear or not. Looked down... found it"

"Oh" I say, not really understanding it, but accepting it. "Why didn't you just ask me if I was wearing thought?"

He laughs, and then bits his lower lip. I love it when he does that. His lips turn a little pinker, and I just wanna bite them myself. I do, capturing the lip between my teeth, and loving it.

"I don't know... I feel like im peeking if I use my X-ray... if I asked you, its not as fun" He says, a small pout on his lip. He grinds into my hip, and I feel his cock half hard. Again. Miraculously, my cock wakes at the feeling of his desire.

"I still can't believe it."

"Well, believe it. And believe this: I love you both"

"So do I"

Lex Luthor walks out of Luthorcorp for what he hopes to be the last time, and meets an astonishing smile from a tall man named Clark Kent. Lex smiles, he can't help it, everytime for the last three months, everytime he meets Clark the sky is bluer, the sun is brigther, the colors are so much more vibrant. He walks to Clark, kissing his lips softly, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, and the usually busy city of Metropolis stops and stares as one of the most powerful, infamous and feared person in the world does lovey eyes with a man visibly younger than him. Some outright stop and stare, other take surprised glances as they walk by, but they all agree that the couple looks somehow great together, they are smiling and almost glowing in their affections, and they all grow a little envious at the happiness clearly in display. Lex and Clark though, they don't care. They don't care about people seeing, they don't mind the looks, the whispers. They have earnt the right to do public displays of afection, and won't hesitate to have them, for the whole world to see.

What nobody but them see is the back of Lex's hand slowly and lovingly caress the usually hard and flat stomach, that now has the slightest, barely there little roundness. Nobody but them feels that little roundness react to Lex's touch, the way it has for the last two weeks, moving almost as if glad Lex was touching it again. It only did that with Lex, and the young billionaire loved it.

"I love you both" Clark says, mouth inches away from Lex's. Lex smiles, taking Clark's hand with the hand that is not on the younger man's abdomen, caressing what Clark discovered by sheer accident.

"We'll make it. You'll see"

"A Luthor's promise?" Clark asks, mirth in his voice. He asks questions he already has the answers to. Lex huffs, Clark loves to hear him say it, but it doesn't bother him, Lex love to say it as well.

"No. Never again." They start walking away, holding hands, whispering plans, sharing all their secrets in their knowing smiles.

Lionel watches them go, only little specks from the height of his office, and grips the paper in his hands, it was the one Lex didn't care to explain, but was tapping at before he left. The paper had a note, it was now crumpled in Lionel's hands. He hadn't noticed it, but the papers dated six weeks and onwards had an alteration Lionel didn't first understand, but now was boiling him up on the inside. He had only read the note once, but it would forever be branded in his memory, along with the legal document in his hand confirming his suspicions. It said:

-At nine, you taught me Luthors don't have friends. At twelve, that Luthors don't stand to be joked. At fourteen, you said Luthors never stay in the dark. At sixteen, you drilled into me that Luthors don't fall at nineteen, that Luthors never let their emotions rule them. then, finally, at 22, that a Luthor never, ever, reliquishes control. Well, Im happy to infrom you dad that at 24, I found a friend, and in that same year, I did nothing when joked, and I was always in the dark. I Fell in love, blindly, sickly, disgustingly, liberatingly inlove, and not only did I let the emotion rule me, but I enjoyed, and still enjoy, every second of it, giving all control to this person, and my feelings. You spent 23 years drilling all your life teaching, and in one year, all of them were washed down as though they were never there, and I never tried to live by them. There is only one explanation for that. If Im doing each and every single thing a Luthor shouldn't be doing, it it only logical I don't consider myself one at some point. This are my last words as your son, Dad. Twisted as it was, I loved you. Now do me the one favor I'd ever ask you: Stay out of my life, and forget I ever was a Luthor. I already did.-

Clutched in Lionel's other hand was a marriage certificate, and all the pertinent legalities declaring Alexander joseph Luthor as Alexander Joseph Kent.

THE END