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Title: Corruption

Author: psychi

Author Email: blackpsychi@yahoo.com

Spoilers: Season Four/Some vague ones for Season Five

Pairing: Lex Luthor/Lana Lang; Lex Luthor/Clark Kent

Rating:NC-17

Archive: Yes, but please e-mail me before hand.

Feedback: It's appreciated.

Disclaimers: I own nothing, the WB and DC own all. No profit is being made.

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Lex Luthor hates Lana Lang. He absolutely loathes her. She represents
everything that backwards towns all over rural America exalt as good and pure.
The people of Smallville practically bow to her feet, while they repeatedly
throw him to the wolves every chance they get. Lex is the despised one, the
villain, and she is the princess.

He wants to break her so badly he can virtually taste the blood on his lips
already.

Lex wants to corrupt every good and pure inch of her until the salt of the earth
masses cry out in anguished pain at the loss of something so innocent and sweet.

He wants to twist her into something ugly.

Unfortunately, that little voice in the back of his head, the one that wanted to
be as sweet and virtuous as that young girl, had always stayed his hand. It was
a side of Lex that was thoroughly corrupted by years of deception by people like
Pamela and Clark, and the memory of a mother who had once professed to love him.

She loved Julian too, he thought, and she smothered him with a pillow.

But that didn't matter now. It wasn't until something broke inside him, broke
him in two, that he could act. As if before that fateful lab experiment, his
more moral half was in control, drawing the strength and knowledge needed to
deal with unscrupulous enemies from the merciless and vicious part of him.

The tides turned after the experiment. And no one even suspected that with the
recombination of Lex's soul, his evil side had won.

He keeps his weaker counterpart chained up in a way he thinks Clark Kent will
never be able to free. Lex uses him to draw forth information: how to act around
his friends, what to say in polite company, and how best to effect those equally
as weak.

And it doesn't really matter who Lana is, the acts she commits, or the words
that spout forth from her pretty little mouth � it never did. Lana is a
representation.

Symbol.

Icon.

A china doll to be positioned and decorated however the world wants to see her.
Lex wants to shatter her to pieces and grind the porcelain she's made of with
the heel of his obscenely priced, designer shoes.

Lex yearns to lure her into the web of lies, deceit and pain that his life had
always been. And he knows that he can do it, because there are no greater
temptations for the princesses of this world than a bad boy who does the right
thing just for them.

Any random acts of charity that he might have performed before have evaporated
into thin air. He's no longer the sensitive and compassionate CEO. He crushes
all those who might oppose him and ruthlessly seeks power wherever he can find
it.

After the second meteor shower and with great amusement, Lex anonymously bought
the Beanery, and under his guidance it furnished. The business it brings in has
quickly and efficiently cut into the Talon's finances, gradually reducing its
worth until the land's become more profitable than the coffee shop. He's watched
everyone involved with the Talon struggle while painfully refusing to ask him
for help.

Lex has already anonymously submitted plans to the town hall to turn the
property the Talon sits on into a parking lot for the Beanery - with its
increased revenues, it needs the room to grow.

And predictably enough, when circumstances have become too dire, no matter the
extra hours Martha and Lois worked or the time and skills Lana and Clark
donated, the town's sacrificial virgin has come knocking on his door.

Or to be more correct, she's waiting in his study until he sees fit to see her.

He enters the room looking hurried and harassed. "Lana, it's a pleasure to see
you as always. What can I do for you?"

She bites her bottom lip and ducks her head, exposing the smooth skin of her
neck where the hairs pushed off to one side. If he liked Lana at all, he
would've warned her about offering such vulnerability before a Luthor.

Lana raises her head and looks at him with wet eyes and a quivering mouth. "It's
about the Talon."

Lex nods, trying to give off an air of unfortunate understanding. "It hasn't
been doing so well the last couple of months." He moves entirely too close to
her, violating all personal space, and cups her face with his right hand. She
shivers. "You have to understand that business is business."

"You're going to sell it," she whispers accusingly.

"It's the practical thing to do."

"What will happen with the building?"

He drops his hand and turns to walk around his desk. "I'm afraid that the land
it sits on is more valuable than the building itself. The company I'm selling it
to plans on tearing the building down." Lex smiles at her. "I'm sure you'll have
no problem finding another room to rent out by the time the deal goes through. I
can help you with that, if you need it."

"What if I...what if I could give you something for it?"

"For the Talon?" He looks at her with confusion on his face.

Lana nods.

"I'm not adverse to hearing whatever business proposition you have for it."

She hesitates at his choice in words. "Before...when you weren't yourself, you
said things."

Lex feigns ignorance, he isn't suppose to remember anything about the events
that occurred after that laboratory experiment when ever so right. "I'm afraid
your going to have to clarify that statement, Lana."

"It's just that...that building connects me to my past � to my parents. It's all
I really have left of them, and I don't think you realize how important it's
been for me to have the Talon since Nell left."

"I thought you had moved on," Lex taunts her subtly, while keeping an air of
confusion about him. "When you sold your shares of the Talon and decided to
pursue a career as an artist, you gave me the impression that your past no
longer meant as much to you as it once did."

He smiles compassionately while Lana squirms, trying to come up with any
appropriate response that wouldn't show how pathetic she really is. She opts not
to answer him directly, but instead pleads, "I'll do whatever you want."

"And what would I want you to do?"

Her breath catches, but Lana has a determined look on her face. "I'll let
you...I'll go out with you."

Lex looked down on her with amusement he tries hard not to display. "In exchange
for the Talon, you'll let me go out with you?"

"Before..." she trails off anxiously. "You said that you wanted me."

Lex affects a look of shock and confusion. "I told you before that I was sorry
if I did or said anything to offend you." He looks at her with the most
genuinely sorrowful expression he can possibly conjure. "The truth is that I
respect you a great deal and would never do anything as reprehensible as try to
buy you with property."

Lana flinches.

"It hurts me to think that you would come to me like this after all we've been
through together. You're too good for that kind of proposition," he says as he
moves back around the desk to stand in front of her.

"I know." A tear slides down her cheek. "I'm sorry, I was just desperate. I
didn't want to loose what little I have left of my parents," she babbles.

He gently wipes the wetness from her face with his hand. "I didn't realize it
meant so much to you."

She shakes her head, starts trembling, and cries some more. He wrapes his arms
around her slight frame and she doesn't protest.. "Shhh. I won't let it be
destroyed. I couldn't stand to see you hurt by my actions."

Lana clings to him and Lex tries hard not to recoil.

"Thank you." Her voice shakes and she pulls back, composing herself.

After she leaves, Lex makes a few phone calls. While the current financial
straights of the coffee shop can be corrected, he will have to take a little
more control over the business. Lex smiles, sure Martha Kent will understand.

The first thing Lex does is remodel the place, getting rid of the bright and
garish interior. He hires a professional and asks Lana to work with the woman.
Lex makes it clear to the designer to let Lana have nothing to really do with it
on pain of her career. He uses the Talon as an excuse to have time alone with
Lana.

Lex can already hear the town folk whispering.

"It's a little more grown up, don't you thing?" he asks the night before the
Talon is due to reopen.

Lana surveys the interior, decked out in dark blues and black with splashes of
red, looking far more like a Metropolis nightclub than a small town coffee shop.
"You've done a wonderful job," she agrees.

"I didn't have anything to do with it. From what the interior designer told me,
I owe it all to you."

"I wouldn't say that." She smiles bitterly. He pretends he doesn't notice.

"Don't be so modest." He looks at her adoringly. "You've grown Lana � become
more worldly and mature. I would say that the new look of the Talon reflects
those changes."

She straightens up, practically preening at his words. "If I have, I think it's
because of you."

Lex smiles bashfully. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

"No, I really think you've been a good influence for me," she insists. "I've
felt so stuck in the past � in relationships that go nowhere and not really
knowing where to go in life. You've really helped me with that."

He walks behind the new coffee bar, fully stocked with alcohol as well. It had
taken a few bribes to get a license to distribute alcohol right in the middle of
a town like Smallville, but Lex thinks the money was well worth it. It would
draw in more of a college crowd, he had told Martha when she had initially
protested, which was good for business. If it helped to turn a few of the
miserable inhabitants of Smallville into alcoholics and upped the crime rate of
the town � well, that was just a plus.

Lana follows him around the bar.

"Did you look into that sorority I suggested?" He turns to face her.

"Yes. After that whole fiasco with the last one, I was kind of scared to join
another, but I trust you."

Lex smiles at her genuinely. "I hope you know that you can always trust me."

"I do." She smiles back at him, defenses dropped. "I didn't before...when I
asked you to save the Talon, but I do now."

He nods and steps just a little closer to her. "People do strange things when
they're scared. I want you to know that I never thought any less of you for that
night." And it's the truth. He never thought much of her to begin with.

Lana leans in, closing the distance between them, and kisses Lex tentatively on
the mouth. He waits a few moments before fully responding, kissing her back as
forcefully as he can without frightening her off.

She's flushed and her mouth is bruised nicely when they break apart. "I
shouldn't have done that," Lex tells her, moving away from her and out from
behind the bar. "I'm sorry Lana, I should leave."

"Don't leave," she pleads. "I'm the one that kissed you."

"And I shouldn't have let it happen," he insists. "I'm not someone you want to
get involved with."

"Why not?"

"I'm too old for you," he says, knowing full well how she'll respond.

Lana looks offended by the comment. "You just said I had become more mature."

"You have, but..." he says in a desperate voice, "being with me is dangerous."

"Being with me is dangerous too," she argues, "or have you not noticed how many
times I've been attacked in the past four years? But I know that you still want
to be with me and I want to be with you too."

Lex quietly snickers to himself at how Lana manages to turn every statement
around to her and says the next clich�d statement, as if by script. "You don't
know what you're saying."

She quickly walks around the bar, grabs Lex and kisses him fiercely. "I know
exactly what I'm saying," she whispers afterwards.

"It's a crush," he tells her. "You'll change your mind."

"It's not," Lana replies. "It's not something as childish as a crush, Lex."

"You should be with someone your own age."

"I don't want someone my own age. I want you."

"Things with me - a relationship with me," Lex explains, "won't be as innocent
as the one's you've had before. I'm not like that, Lana."

"I know," she insists before kissing him again.

Lex reacts fully, hard already from the anticipation of what he's about to do
alone. As he nibbles at her neck and then up to her ear, he briefly considers
going to her bed upstairs, but then dismisses the idea entirely. He'd much
rather deflower her in the middle of the Talon, where the good people of
Smallville will regularly sit and drink coffee and be mundane.

He thinks about how he'll sit at the very table he has Lana pressed against
tomorrow morning while Lana helps Martha with the grand re-opening. Clark plans
on coming back to town for the event and Lex will invite him to sit here, all
the while knowing that the boy's drinking coffee and eating something sweet on
the very table where Lex has stuck his tongue inside of Lana and lapped at her
clit until she's come shaking and moaning his name.

When Lana stops by to refill their coffee, he'll tell her how beautiful she
looks. She'll smile at him, blushing from the comment, and ask him if she can
get him anything else, all but ignoring Clark. Lex will say he's been satisfied
and she'll blush even harder, grinning and revealing far too much. Lana's hand
will brush by him on her way back to the counter.

Clark will sit silently and furiously across from him with confusion written all
over his face. Lex thinks that perhaps he'll flirt with Clark some too � like he
did when he still worshipped the ground he walked on.

The next morning goes by almost exactly how Lex planned it, and he takes delight
in eliciting all kinds of reactions from Clark.

Elation when Lex invites him to sit down � he's still feeling a little guilty
from the last time he screwed Lex over.

Anger and jealousy when Lana ignores Clark and fawns a little too much over Lex.

But what really throws Lex is how Clark responds to his own advances. There's
bashfulness � but Clark isn't nearly as uncomfortable as he should be. He seems
more worried about others watching them and Lex wonders how he didn't see this
before. Maybe his new perspective has something to do with it.

Lex thinks, perhaps, he deflowered the wrong virgin. He decides to up the anti
just a bit and slides his foot so their legs touch intimately underneath the
table.

A breath catches in Clark's throat and he flushes a bit, but doesn't move. His
leg presses just slightly harder against Lex's leg as he continues to babble on
about a museum he visited with Chloe Sullivan. Lex has to wonder if the boy's
even consciously aware of his reaction � if the homophobia he's been ingrained
with in the middle of rural Kansas has over ridden Clark's own awareness of his
desires.

Lex is just curious enough to find out. He toes his shoe off and runs his foot
up along Clark's ankle, catching the jeans with his foot and rubbing against
bare skin. Oh and now there's real confusion � and if the dilation of Clark's
eyes and the color of his skin is enough to go on � he's definitely turned on.

Clark has fallen silent and Lex struggles to remember what they were talking
about and if it really matters at all.

Ah, yes, he thought, art.

"You know, I have a few of the original sketches of De Vinci's at the castle if
you would like to see them."

"Sure," Clark chokes out, a little dazed.

Lex smiles and slides his foot into his shoe before leaving money behind for
Lana.

It's impossibly sunny outside by the time they reach the castle and Lex thinks
of this turn of weather in the otherwise cold November wind to be an ominous
sign at best. But when Clark got up from the table, he was too quick to put his
old Smallville letterman jacket in front of him and he's spent the better part
of the ride over fidgeting ever so intoxicatingly and sneaking glimpses of Lex
when he thought Lex wasn't looking. How could he possibly resist, he thinks,
still a little pissed off from the last time Clark screwed him over.

He's even more angry with himself for letting it happen.

Lex catches every shifting movement by sound alone and licks his lips more than
absolutely necessary. The leather of the seat next to him squeaks some more.

They haven't once discussed what they're really about to do.

Lex stops the car in front of the castle and gets out without a word, walking at
an impossible pace through the front doors, up the stairs, along the winding
halls of his fortress, and straight into his bedroom. Clark's long legs allow
him to keep pace.

He stops abruptly before the framed sketch on his wall, a model of a flying
machine Leonardo De Vinci drew as a young man. Clark just manages not to run
into him, but stops very close to Lex. Lex turns to look at him, to find the boy
staring intently a his neatly made bed.

"Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to look at the sketch?"

Clark looks back into Lex's eyes instead, desire burning in them. Time seems to
freeze indefinitely before Clark tells Lex in a very quiet voice that he wants
to kiss him.

Lex nods and when Clark kisses him, it isn't with the tentative rebellion with
which Lana had kissed him. He doesn't taste like her � bought and lost and
overcome with the need to be someone better.

Clark attacks him with brute force, overwhelming Lex's senses and sending clear,
calculated thought out the window. Lex has never fantasized about this and it
knocks him off of his feet. He's gasping and flat on his back before he's even
realizes that Clark's moved him.

Planes, angles and muscles larger than his own pin Lex down against the sunken
mattress as Clark's harsh, beautiful mouth covers his. He's bucking upwards and
a mocking voice inside his head has to wonder who's corrupting whom.

But that's not right, he manages to think, I am that voice now.

Lex struggles to regain control and by the time he's rolled Clark over onto his
back and is straddling his hips, he feels confident he's taken the situation
back � until Clark moans in a way that touches Lex much more than just
physically.

His heart clenches.

That's not suppose to happen. Lex shudders and he's truly afraid now, but he's
waited too long for this. Lex, as himself and that other person he was before,
has waited so long to touch Clark the way he's touching him now.

Hands moving under an old cotton shirt.

Fingers unbuttoning worn jeans.

Tongue tasting salty, warm skin.

There's no way Lex could possibly stop.

He wraps his hand firmly around Clark's cock and trembles when Clark calls his
name. Completely consumed by the reactions he's eliciting, Lex is torn between
watching the expression on Clark's face and sliding down his body to wrap his
lips around the straining cock in his hand.

In the end, it's too much. Lex needs to taste him and he laps at the head of
Clark's cock before devouring him.

Clark gasps and writhes and Lex thinks he could come from the sound alone, but
he doesn't want to � he wants to be inside of Clark. If this is the only time
it's going to happen, Lex thinks, I want to be inside of him.

Lex doesn't analyze this thought too closely and slips a moistened finger down
behind Clark's scrotum. When he pushes inside, Clark's relaxed and utterly gone
to the sensations coursing through his body. He pushes back against Lex's hand
and Lex slips another finger inside of him.

Clark is moaning and his hips are bucking up and down in a rhythm which tells
Lex he's very, very close. Lex pulls his mouth off of him, bites his way up
Clark's body and kisses away all protests on the boy's lips. Somewhere along the
way, he manages to reach into his nightstand drawer for lube and coat himself
with it.

Clark stiffens only for a moment when Lex presses into him. He has both legs
obscenely in the air with Lex supporting them with his arms. Lex slides into him
slowly and Clark's body adjusts perfectly to him.

When it's over, Lex notices the sheets distorted and shredded where Clark has
gripped them, fingers puncturing the fabric. He caresses these places lovingly
as Clark spoons him from behind.

"I guess the sheets must be pretty fragile," Clark whispers in his ear when he
sees what Lex's doing.

Lex whispers that they're silk and the hatred he felt earlier that day floods
back into his soul.

Lex Luthor hates Clark Kent.

It took him almost a year to come to that realization.

It took several months and fucking Clark only to have a lie thrown into his face
once again for Lex to truly except it. He hates that hypocritical country
bumpkin more than cheap flannel, nosy reporters and his father � which is why he
takes such delight in fucking Lana Lang.

He has her bent over, face down on the most decadent silk sheets money can buy,
all innocence finally lost after months of playing the besotted knight in
shining armor, blending in enough obsession and darkness to have her panting for
it.

It isn't even remotely their first time fucking. Lex has taken great pains into
educating Lana in sex for this very moment, to the ignorance of her friends and
the town in general. For months he's taken her to shows, hand fed her the most
exquisitely exotic deserts, pretended to dote on her every word and enticed her
to spread her legs whenever possible.

He's ignored Clark entirely.

Once he returned to Metropolis on a full time basis, Lex banned all phone calls
or visits from him. But now that he had returned to Smallville for a rare visit,
he's let the guards off for the evening.

Lana's moaning and clutching at the fabric, blood red like when he took Clark,
long hair sprawled nicely over her face, ass up in the air.

And if Lex has timed it right � which he has � Clark should be arriving any
minute. Lex left the bedroom door open just for him. He's pictured the shock and
pain on the boy's face a million times and when he appears in the doorway, Lex
almost doesn't realize he isn't a figment of his imagination.

The pure, raw pain in Clark's face is the most honesty he's ever managed to draw
from his friend and it pushes Lex over the edge. He comes almost silently, never
taking his eyes from Clark's.

Lex sees something crumple and break within Clark as he stumbles from his sight.
He doesn't bother to do anything as ridiculous as chasing after him. Clark will
be gone from the castle in a matter of seconds. He withdraws from Lana and heads
to the bathroom to clean up without a word.

She's still awake when he returns, watching his movements, curled up underneath
the sheets. "Is everything alright?"

Lex smiles benignly down at her. "Everything's just fine, but I have a business
call I need to take in about ten minutes."

"At one in the morning?" Her eyebrow arches.

"It's not one in the morning in Japan," he assures her before bending down to
kiss her quickly and sooth any fears she might have of him running off. "Get
some sleep. You have school tomorrow."

"Not until tomorrow afternoon," she protests even as she closes her eyes and
obeys his orders. "You enjoy the whole schoolgirl thing, don't you?"

"Only with you."

Lex walks silently down to his office and his steps echo loudly off the walls.
He doesn't have a business call, but he wants to check the security cameras �
make sure they caught Clark. Lex wants to replay them a few times, maybe print
out a picture of his face and hang it on his wall with the rest of his
collection.

What he doesn't expect is for Clark to still be waiting for him � to slam him
into the wooden walls of his office and to look at him with such raw betrayal
still painted across his face.

"How?" Clark asks.

"It was just a fuck," Lex tells him with no inflection what so ever in his
voice.

"Her or me?"

The words in Lex's throat never come and Clark kisses him brutally. Lex claws at
him, pulling his hair as hard as he can and biting down on Clark's lips until
his own teeth ache from the effort.

When Clark lets him up for air, he's gasping for breath and screaming at Clark.
"You fucking liar!"

"I'm the liar?" Clark yells, trembling with rage, but still holding Lex immobile
against the wall.

"You've always been," Lex growls into his face.

"You think that's fair, Lex? You screwed me and then you fucked Lana," Clark
snarls back, "and I'm the liar?"

"Fair?" Lex yells in disbelief, "You fucking hypocrite. You convinced me �
goddamn you � you had me convinced that there was such a things as fair and
truth and trust." Lex is completely gone now. He wouldn't be surprised if he was
foaming at the mouth. "But don't you worry Clark, you've taught me better.
You've taught me not to trust anyone because they'll always lie to cover their
own asses."

Clark's grip loosens ever so slightly.

"You taught me that the only truth out there is what you let people know," Lex
continues to rant. "And you taught me never to be fair, because I'm a Luthor -
and there's a fucking cave drawing you'd rather believe - and I can't ever
expect anyone to be fair to me."

Clark's no longer holding him down, but Lex has yet to push him fully away. He's
painfully conscious of this fact.

"The sword would have been better than this," Clark mumbles and Lex has no idea
what he's talking about, but Clark grabs his attention fully when he simply and
abruptly tells him he's an alien.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm an alien," Clark repeats. "I came down with the meteor shower."

The room is painfully silent and all Lex can hear is his own ragged heartbeat.
He knew it. He knew all along that Clark was different and had something to do
with all the extraterrestrial activity in the area. He'd even confronted him
about it after the experiment.

"I don't want to have to lie about it," Clark says raggedly. "I'm so damned
tired of lying about it and I always planned to tell you, but every time I
wanted to something happened and I always thought I should wait."

Lex doesn't respond. He vaguely thinks he might be in shock.

"You hit me on the bridge," Clark takes his silence as a cue to go on, "and I
can read the writing on the cave walls, it matches the inscriptions on my ship."

"You have superhuman strength?" Lex finally chokes out. "That's how you ripped
the bed sheets and the roof off of the Porche."

"Yes."

The elation of discovery subsides swiftly in Lex and his head is pounding. He
wants very much to keep hating Clark. He tries desperately to call up thoughts
on ways to use this new information, but all he can feel is the horror and fear
at alien autopsy scenarios that float through his mind.

He doesn't want his heart to break when he looks at Clark and sees how lonely
he's been hiding this information � but it does anyway.

"There are other things..." Clark begins but Lex closes his eyes and interrupts
him abruptly.

"I knew you would come over tonight. I told your mother when I would get in so I
could time it." Lex can't comprehend why he just said that.

Clark looks at him in understanding and then looks off at the corner of the
room. Lex follows his gaze and realizes that his bedroom would most likely be in
that direction.

"I wanted to hurt you."

"You did," Clark tells him.

And now Lex sees the scene before him playing out as if from a distance. It's
clear he has no control of the things flowing out of his mouth. "I kept the
room."

It takes a moment for realization to hit Clark and then his nostrils are
flaring. "Is that all?"

"There are some experiments I don't think you're going to be too excited about."

Clark swallows hard. They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity.

"I suppose I can live with that."

It's a clear white flag and Lex idly wonders if he shouldn't want to beat Clark
over the head with it right about now, but he doesn't want to and in the end
Clark's walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Lex calls out to him.

Clark turns back to him with a pained smile. "I'm kicking Lana out of your bed
and changing the sheets."

Lex watches him walk away and realizes that he's already forgiven Clark for
everything and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, Clark's forgiven him as well.

The question of who's corrupted whom resonates in Lex's mind once again. Lex
ignores it.

He understands that something within his personal dichotomy has shifted, but
he'll have to reevaluate that later. Right now Lana's voice is echoing loudly
off of the castle walls and Lex thinks that he's going to want to see what's
going on for himself because despite all that's changed within him, he still
hates Lana Lang.
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