NO RETREAT
by Arachnia 43
Author's note: First Smallville fic, Hope you like.
Rated R- for Lionel nastiness, may change in future
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing.
Summary: First part, Lionel gets mad, Clark gets scared.
Chapter 1
"Goddamn that boy to hell!! I'll show him what this kind of defiance will reap."
Lionel Luthor stormed through the lab knocking glass jars and test tubes to the floor with a satisfying crash. He'd found Lex's secret lab and discovered notes on experiments with meteor fragments that could only cause frightening consequences if the press got a hold of them. If he could find it, so could the Inquisitor. He didn't need this exposed with negotiations in the works with Wayne Enterprises for a major purchase in Gotham. They'd shy away quickly to preserve their lilly white reputation.
Lex needed to be taught a lesson. At 21 he still defied his father in following his science instincts to the detriment of his business sense. Lional clutched a piece of the meteor in his hand, rolling it back and forth through his palm as he simmered. Try as he might to mold Lex to the type of businessman he wanted, his son's resistance was a constant challenge. At times like this his frustration turned to pure rage.
"Get the helicopter ready, I'm going to Smallville."
Pocketing the meteor fragment he strode from the room, the staccato sound of his heels setting an angry rhythm.
***
The castle was quiet. Lex was out and not answering his cell. Lionel paced the study considering his next move. He'd tried everything with the boy to get him to come to heel. Nothing was working. He needed to show Lex he could hurt him, instilling fear that had faded as Lex had aged. Fear gave Lionel the ultimate control and he used it without conscience in his business dealings.
The rumble of a vehicle outside stirred Lionel from his thoughts. He moved to the window and looked down being able to see the edge of the drive. A blue pickup pulled towards the service entrance. Lionel watched as a tall dark haired boy got out to deliver produce to the kitchens. It was the Kent boy. He'd heard Lex spent an unusual amount of time with this teenager. Very odd behaviour for his worldly son. Lionel looked again. Long legs, graceful movements, a head of thick unruly hair, perhaps this behaviour was not so odd after all. He was aware of his sons proclivities in the past and spent a good deal of money hiding them and trying to break Lex of them. His thoughts were interrupted suddenly.
"Hey Lex, we got those artichokes you wante... I'm sorry sir, I saw the light on and thought Lex was in. Excuse me." With lowered eyes Clark began to back out of the room.
"Come here." Lionel's tone was not to be disobeyed. "So you're the boy Lex spends his free time with. Interesting how easily you enter his home without challenge from the staff." Lionel walked slowly to stand unsettlingly close to Clark. He lifted his hand to touch Clark's cheek in an intimate gesture. Clark backed up startled and feeling suddenly light headed. His stomach clenched with nausea and he stumbled a bit in his backwards step. "Lex has always had good taste and I see that hasn't changed. You're really quite pretty"
Clark looked up at Lionel Luthor in confusion. Lex was his friend and this was his friend's father and he should be respectful but Mr. Luthor wasn't making much sense and his head was beginning to feel muzzy. Why was Lex's dad talking about how he looked? This was just weird.
"I'm sorry sir but I've got more deliveries to make" Clark's voice wavered just a little. Clark straightened and turned to leave. He felt so sick. He needed to get out of there.
Lionel continued to look him over but did not seem to really see or hear him. "Lex learned with Victoria that I control all aspects of his life. He can keep no part of his life away from my touch including his sexual partners."
Suddenly he grabbed Clarks arm and pulled him close sneering into his face, "I understand my son cares for you, more than Victoria or any other. You're a novelty. A farm boy. Would he care so much if you were not so new?"
Lionel ran his finger along Clark's lower lip. "It might be fun to wear down your edges and take off some of your shine."
Lionel kissed Clark hard bruising his lips and pushing him against the wall. Clark turned his head away to avoid Lionel's mouth but he bit his ear instead. Clark struggled, pushing his hands against Lionel's shoulders but could not find the strength to move him away. Lionel forced his leg between Clarks and ground his thigh into Clark's groin. Clark inhaled sharply from the pain and his struggles became more frantic. Where was his strength? As Lionel got closer he felt worse, feeling pain as if a meteor rock was nearby.
"Don't" Clark's large green eyes were beginning to swim with tears.
"You're no better than any of the others. Do you play the innnocent for Lex? It's quite appealing. Does he pay you? I heard your family is hard pressed for money. Did the sanctimonious Jonathan Kent finally loosen that tight ass of his and give up the moral high road for more practical routes?" Lionel's eyes were wild with rage. Clark was panting with fear.
"You're crazy. Lex is my friend. Leave me alone."
"Is that the way of it then? Are you still a virgin? Hasn't Lex made his move? Don't worry he will. My sources are never wrong." Lionel reached down rubbing his hand over the front of Clark's jeans. "I could send your father a lovely gift for this." Lionel pinned Clark to the wall with his weight holding Clark's shoulder and trapping one arm behind him. He grabbed Clark's other wrist and pulled it over his head kissing him again and thrusting his tongue into Clark's mouth as Clark's knees buckled . He moved his hand down Clark's chest to rip open his shirt. He ran his hand across Clark's chest and pinched a nipple sharply. Clark gasped.
"Oh yes you're ripe for it." Suddenly he let Clark go and stepped back. Clark sank to the floor and buried his head in his knees wrapping his arms around himself as if to hide from further attacks. "Tell Lex to behave himself or he won't be the only one to experience my wrath. I can hurt you Kent and your family. Lex doesn't learn with only himself to worry about. Tell him you and yours will suffer if he doesn't come to heel."
Lionel Luther strode from the room in a whirl of long black coat.
Clark began to cry.
by Arachnia 43
Author's note: First Smallville fic, Hope you like.
Rated R- for Lionel nastiness, may change in future
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing.
Summary: First part, Lionel gets mad, Clark gets scared.
Chapter 1
"Goddamn that boy to hell!! I'll show him what this kind of defiance will reap."
Lionel Luthor stormed through the lab knocking glass jars and test tubes to the floor with a satisfying crash. He'd found Lex's secret lab and discovered notes on experiments with meteor fragments that could only cause frightening consequences if the press got a hold of them. If he could find it, so could the Inquisitor. He didn't need this exposed with negotiations in the works with Wayne Enterprises for a major purchase in Gotham. They'd shy away quickly to preserve their lilly white reputation.
Lex needed to be taught a lesson. At 21 he still defied his father in following his science instincts to the detriment of his business sense. Lional clutched a piece of the meteor in his hand, rolling it back and forth through his palm as he simmered. Try as he might to mold Lex to the type of businessman he wanted, his son's resistance was a constant challenge. At times like this his frustration turned to pure rage.
"Get the helicopter ready, I'm going to Smallville."
Pocketing the meteor fragment he strode from the room, the staccato sound of his heels setting an angry rhythm.
***
The castle was quiet. Lex was out and not answering his cell. Lionel paced the study considering his next move. He'd tried everything with the boy to get him to come to heel. Nothing was working. He needed to show Lex he could hurt him, instilling fear that had faded as Lex had aged. Fear gave Lionel the ultimate control and he used it without conscience in his business dealings.
The rumble of a vehicle outside stirred Lionel from his thoughts. He moved to the window and looked down being able to see the edge of the drive. A blue pickup pulled towards the service entrance. Lionel watched as a tall dark haired boy got out to deliver produce to the kitchens. It was the Kent boy. He'd heard Lex spent an unusual amount of time with this teenager. Very odd behaviour for his worldly son. Lionel looked again. Long legs, graceful movements, a head of thick unruly hair, perhaps this behaviour was not so odd after all. He was aware of his sons proclivities in the past and spent a good deal of money hiding them and trying to break Lex of them. His thoughts were interrupted suddenly.
"Hey Lex, we got those artichokes you wante... I'm sorry sir, I saw the light on and thought Lex was in. Excuse me." With lowered eyes Clark began to back out of the room.
"Come here." Lionel's tone was not to be disobeyed. "So you're the boy Lex spends his free time with. Interesting how easily you enter his home without challenge from the staff." Lionel walked slowly to stand unsettlingly close to Clark. He lifted his hand to touch Clark's cheek in an intimate gesture. Clark backed up startled and feeling suddenly light headed. His stomach clenched with nausea and he stumbled a bit in his backwards step. "Lex has always had good taste and I see that hasn't changed. You're really quite pretty"
Clark looked up at Lionel Luthor in confusion. Lex was his friend and this was his friend's father and he should be respectful but Mr. Luthor wasn't making much sense and his head was beginning to feel muzzy. Why was Lex's dad talking about how he looked? This was just weird.
"I'm sorry sir but I've got more deliveries to make" Clark's voice wavered just a little. Clark straightened and turned to leave. He felt so sick. He needed to get out of there.
Lionel continued to look him over but did not seem to really see or hear him. "Lex learned with Victoria that I control all aspects of his life. He can keep no part of his life away from my touch including his sexual partners."
Suddenly he grabbed Clarks arm and pulled him close sneering into his face, "I understand my son cares for you, more than Victoria or any other. You're a novelty. A farm boy. Would he care so much if you were not so new?"
Lionel ran his finger along Clark's lower lip. "It might be fun to wear down your edges and take off some of your shine."
Lionel kissed Clark hard bruising his lips and pushing him against the wall. Clark turned his head away to avoid Lionel's mouth but he bit his ear instead. Clark struggled, pushing his hands against Lionel's shoulders but could not find the strength to move him away. Lionel forced his leg between Clarks and ground his thigh into Clark's groin. Clark inhaled sharply from the pain and his struggles became more frantic. Where was his strength? As Lionel got closer he felt worse, feeling pain as if a meteor rock was nearby.
"Don't" Clark's large green eyes were beginning to swim with tears.
"You're no better than any of the others. Do you play the innnocent for Lex? It's quite appealing. Does he pay you? I heard your family is hard pressed for money. Did the sanctimonious Jonathan Kent finally loosen that tight ass of his and give up the moral high road for more practical routes?" Lionel's eyes were wild with rage. Clark was panting with fear.
"You're crazy. Lex is my friend. Leave me alone."
"Is that the way of it then? Are you still a virgin? Hasn't Lex made his move? Don't worry he will. My sources are never wrong." Lionel reached down rubbing his hand over the front of Clark's jeans. "I could send your father a lovely gift for this." Lionel pinned Clark to the wall with his weight holding Clark's shoulder and trapping one arm behind him. He grabbed Clark's other wrist and pulled it over his head kissing him again and thrusting his tongue into Clark's mouth as Clark's knees buckled . He moved his hand down Clark's chest to rip open his shirt. He ran his hand across Clark's chest and pinched a nipple sharply. Clark gasped.
"Oh yes you're ripe for it." Suddenly he let Clark go and stepped back. Clark sank to the floor and buried his head in his knees wrapping his arms around himself as if to hide from further attacks. "Tell Lex to behave himself or he won't be the only one to experience my wrath. I can hurt you Kent and your family. Lex doesn't learn with only himself to worry about. Tell him you and yours will suffer if he doesn't come to heel."
Lionel Luther strode from the room in a whirl of long black coat.
Clark began to cry.