Title – Family planning

Author – GothGirl

E-mail – gothgirl@connection.com

Rating - NC-17

Pairing - Clark/Lex

Established relationship, future fiction

Spoilers – Vortex

Disclaimer – Smallville is owned by WB etc. I make no profit off this.

Challenge - What if Jimmy Olsen is Julian? (hergerbabe)

Summery – they say the truth will set you free.

Thanks to my man Michael for the beta even though the whole Clark/Lex thing makes him squeamish and to Lloyd for the suggestions.

FAMILY PLANNING

By Goth Girl

The sudden grunt beneath him reminded Clark to ease up.  He looked down into Lex's eyes checking to make sure the sounds were of pleasure and not pain.   The bed under them screeched in protest at the jarring movements.

Today was after all about celebrating. LexCorp had made the Fortune 500.  To Clark it meant a good slow fuck.  To Lex it meant becoming real competition for his father, as if things weren't hard enough already.

Clark sighed and thrust, pulling his strength at the last second.  His long time partner moaned and clutched at Clark's taunt arms.

“You're fucking a really rich man, Clark” Lex said through clenched teeth.  A pearl of sweat trickled down his brow and Clark watched its path as he pulled out and thrust in again.  Lex reached up and brushed his thumb across Clark’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

This time Clark groaned.

“Making love to,” Clark corrected leaning in to capture the smirking mouth with his own lips.  Moaning as he felt the movement trap Lex's hard cock between them, Clark rocked them both, slamming the bed into the wall.  Lex gazed up into the guilty expression on his lover's face when the bed frame tilted alarmingly into the wall.  Clark flinched.  “Sorry about the bed.”

Lex laughed against Clark’s mouth. “Go ahead Clark, bring the house down, I can afford a new bed.” Without further encouragement Clark thrust in again, slamming the wrought iron bed frame against the wall.  He reached up, grasped the thick bar of the headboard in two big fists, and shifted the two of them.  Lex gripped Clark’s hips digging his nails in as Clark continued to thrust.

“Harder,” Lex grunted.  Lex repositioned his legs around Clark's waist and used one hand to caress down the sweaty chest above him then tweaked a nipple as hard as he could. “Holy fuck, I should hit the Fortune 500 every day,” Lex breathed, as he came hard.  Clark didn't stop.  Three more well aimed thrusts and he was coming as well.  In those few seconds his hands squeezed the bar reshaping it.  The iron squealed ominously under his grip.

“Oh god,” Clark said as the last of his orgasm subsided.  He regained his senses enough to pry his now embedded fingers from the bed frame and lowered himself on top of Lex.  Lex did not even glance at the damage Clark had done.  This particular frame had been shaped and reshaped so many times Lex did not give it a second thought.

Beneath Clark Lex chuckled. 

“What?” Clark asked as he slipped out and shifted to get a better look at his lover.

“I wore out the man of steel,” Lex said with a twinkle in his eyes.  Clark smiled and rolled off Lex to lie down beside his lover with limbs sprawled.

“Good morning,” Clark said with a goofy grin.

“Fucking right.  You can quit your job now.  I'm richer than dad. . .”

“Lex,” Clark drew out the one syllable name to make it sound like three.  “We talked about this before.  I like working.  Besides it helps Superman.”

“I know,” Lex rolled onto Clark and nuzzled the sweat soaked neck, licking up to the ear.  “You can't blame a guy for trying. Up for round two?” Lex said with a leer.  Clark laughed and squeezed his lover’s shoulder.

The jarring ring of the telephone cut through the haze.  Both men ignored it.  The phone rang three more times.

“Shouldn't you get that?”  Clark asked.  It was Lex's personal line.  The line only a select few had the number to.  Clark rolled them over and pushed Lex into the mattress caressing one thigh with a hand.

“No,” Lex said licking Clark's throat.  The ringing continued.  It could only be one person this early in the morning.   Clark reached out and lifted the receiver to Lex's ear.

“Mm, yes?” Lex said into the phone.

“Mr. Luthor.”  Just as Lex had thought, it was Margaret, his personal assistant.  Lex turned his head away from Clark and stiffened against his lover.   Clark ignored this continuing to kiss down Lex's throat.

“Yes, Margaret,” Lex said coolly.  Clark bit down on one nipple then licked it, biting then alternately licking.  Lex’s voice remained calm but his cock twitched bumping against Clark’s chest.  Clark grinned and shifted down brushing his fingers against the silky flesh.

“You have an appointment today at one o'clock with Drake and Associates.”

“Didn't I tell you to re-book all of today's appointments?”  Lex said sharply.  Clark looked up from where he'd crawled down Lex's chest, disapproval shining in his eyes.  Lex scowled down at his tireless lover just as Clark licked his already half hard cock.

This got a reaction.  Clark grinned.

“Sir?”  Margaret said nervously.  When Lex didn't respond she continued.  “You've already rescheduled this appointment five times.  They left a new message.”

Lex dropped the phone beside them and whimpered when Clark wrapped his lips around his already reviving cock, the call forgotten.  Lex watched as Clark sucked the purple swollen head.  He twitched and arched his back groaning deep in his throat.

“Fuck, so soon,” Lex managed.  Moments later the orgasm hit.  Clark swallowed.  When he was finished he looked up, licked his lips and grinned.

“Supersuck.  Must be a new power,” he said.  Lex sprawled boneless, eyes glazed over.  Clark reached for the forgotten phone.  “Hey, what's up Margaret?” he said cheerfully.

“Hello Mr. Kent.  Mr. Luthor has an appointment he can not miss today.”  She sounded completely unruffled.

“What's the message?”  Clark asked as he reached out to stroke Lex on one pale thigh.  Lex twitched.

“They said it concerns Lillian and Julian.”  Clark sat up.

“Julian?”

Lex opened his eyes and frowned.  He took the phone from Clark.  “What about my brother?”  He said sharply into the receiver.

“This concerns Lillian Luthor and her son Julian,” Margaret repeated the message.  Clark was getting up and heading for the bathroom already.

“I'll keep the appointment. Thank you Margaret,” Lex finally said. 

It had been years since Lex had even thought of his brother, beyond the wistful moments of wondering what he would be like now.  He'd be sixteen if he'd lived. 

After arranging for a limo Lex hung up just as Clark stepped out of the bathroom still naked, freshly showered and dripping wet onto the plush carpet.

“I'm sorry.  I need to do this.”  Lex stood eyes devouring every inch of Clark's golden body.

“I don’t mind, but if you keep looking at me like that I'll never let you leave here,” Clark growled.

“I'll be back as soon as I can,” Lex said with a grin.  Clark shrugged then tensed.  Lex knew what that meant.  Seconds later Clark stood in the familiar red and blue costume.

“Got to fly,” Clark said.  He paused long enough to embrace Lex and kiss him passionately.   Faster than the eye could see Clark was gone.  Lex sighed.

~~

Clark touched down on the balcony of the sixty fourth floor penthouse suite he shared with Lex.  His uniform was grimy, covered in soot and mud.  He stripped down to his underwear leaving the dirty cloths where they fell.  Mud slides were always the worst.

He opened the balcony door and stepped into the apartment.  The sun had set already but the heat of the summer day remained.

“Lex?”  Clark called out. He narrowed his super-senses to the apartment and immediately picked up the heartbeat of his lover.  Padding across the plush carpet he followed the sounds of Lex to the den.  “Sorry I took so long.  Clark had to stop at the office then somebody saw me change and I had to pull a mind whammy. . .”  Clark stopped when he saw that Lex was sitting in the dark on the black leather sofa.  Clark could smell the vodka.

“She lied to me,” Lex said softly.  Clark was beside him in an instant, taking Lex into his arms.  Clark inhaled deeply.  Lex hadn't drunk in almost a year and Clark could smell the tears.  He reached up and caressed Lex's face.  It was dry but Clark could see unshed tears forming in the eyes.

It was bad.

Lex never cried.  In all the years Clark had known him, Lex had not cried once.

“Tell me what happened,” Clark whispered.  Lex sniffed and held up a plain letter-sized envelope, chewed on his lower lip.  Clark took the envelope and pulled the letter out. He read.

              My dearest Alexander,

                Please forgive me for what I have done.  I see how you look at your brother and how happy you are to finally have somebody who may one day become your confidante but I vowed not to let this ever happen again.

               I could not allow Julian to be raised by Lionel.  I see what it has done to you.

                It pains me to even think of taking such drastic measures.  I feel for everybody's sake that it is the best choice.

               I love you both and would do anything to protect you and your brother.

              Your brother Julian did not die.  I have taken him away from all this in the hopes that he can be protected.  I cry every night when I see what being the heir to the Luthor name has done to you and I have tried my best to guide you toward a different path.

               I wish I was strong enough to walk away from Lionel and take you with me.

   I do love you father but sometimes he frightens me.  He would never let us leave but at least Julian can live a different life.

                I have given his care up to a good honest family.  My attorneys will keep track of him until such time as this will be revealed to you.

              Please don't hate me.

              I have never loved anyone more than my first born.

              I hope that one day you can forgive me, Alexander.

              Now go. Find your brother.

              The locket you will be given is one of a pair I had made.  The other was with Julian.

               I pray that it will all work out.  If I survive long enough, I hope that you will come to me and allow me to explain.

               All of my love,

                     Your devoted mother

                          Lillian.

Clark sucked in a breath, set the letter down and took Lex into his big arms pulling him close.

“Oh Lex.”  Clark pressed his lips to Lex's cool neck.

“He's here, in Metropolis.”  Lex motioned to a stack of papers on the desk beside them. A locket sat on top of the stack.  Clark ignored them turning Lex to face him.

“How long have you been sitting here?”  Clark asked cupping his lover's face in his hands.

“I’m not sure. When I got home from the lawyers office I just . . .  stopped.”

“Lex. Oh my god.  Do you know what this means?  You have a brother again.”  Clark's voice was amazed, almost ecstatic.

“Yes, and he works at the Daily Planet.”  Lex shifted and lay his head down on Clark's chest.  He wrapped himself around Clark listening to the slow soft beat of Clark's heart.

“Wow, small world.  What do you plan on doing?”   Clark stood, pulling Lex up with him.

“Fucking all night.”  Lex looked up into Clark's eyes.  “I hope.”

Clark smiled.  “I meant about your brother,” Clark said with a mock glare.

Lex stiffened.  “I have my attorney's confirming everything.”

“You don't believe it.”  Clark stroked down Lex's back and squeezed him gently.

“I'm just being careful.”  Lex rubbed up against Clark and purred.  He could feel himself already relaxing.

“How do you feel about all this Lex?” 

Lex shrugged a shoulder.  “Angry, hurt.  I must have read that note a hundred times.  My mother faked my brother's death.  There's some stranger buried in his grave.  How am I supposed to feel?”  Clark hugged him closer.  “She was already sick by the time Julian was born.  She. . .”  Lex inhaled deeply, swallowed hard and shook his head.  “. . . I just can't believe she'd do this,” he whispered.

“She loved you Lex,” Clark said.  He was at a total loss.  What else could you say?

“She ruined my life.  She ruined Julian's life.  We should have been brothers.”  Lex's voice cracked.  “I find myself wondering what else she did.”

“You've been drinking,” Lex shrugged again.  “. . . and crying,” Clark whispered into his ear.  Lex flinched and curled long slim fingers around Clark's neck, burying his face against his lover’s bare chest.

“Be there when I go see him?”  Lex mumbled into the chest.

“Of course I'll be there.  When do you plan on doing it?”

“Just as soon as we confirm it.”  Clark nodded and moved them toward the bedroom, Lex firmly in his arms.

“Let's go to bed.  You're tired.”  Clark said. 

Lex moaned and didn't open his eyes until Clark had gently sat him on the bed.  Clark started unbuttoning the white rumpled shirt taking care not to damage the delicate pearl buttons.  He slid the shirt off of Lex’s pale slim arms and tossed it to the floor.  Clark climbed onto the bed and cupped the sad face in his hands.  The kiss was tender.  He deepened it as he pressed Lex down into the mattress.  Tonight their love making would be gentle and sweet.  Clark may not have known what to say but he knew what to do.

~~

“He's here,” Lex said gripping the steering wheel of the Jaguar.  Clark squeezed the tense shoulder gently and smiled reassurance.

“Nervous?”  Clark said knowing the answer already.

“Once I do this, everything changes,” Lex swallowed and sat up straighter in his seat.  They had been sitting in the black Jaguar parked out front of a brownstone tenement for almost thirty minutes.  The neighborhood wasn't the best but it was where the lawyers said Julian lived now.  It looked . . . poor.   In the last few weeks Lex had found out his brother had been given to a couple who couldn't have children of there own.  He'd been in Metropolis his whole life, right here under Lionel's nose.

After getting over the initial shock of what his mother had done, Lex had looked over the evidence.

“Lex, I've met him already at the Planet.  Jimmy is a nice guy, smart and really charming.”

“Nothing like me, but that’s not it.”  Lex sighed. 

Clark looked down at the white knuckle grip Lex had on the wheel.  “This is hard, I know,” Clark said draping an arm over Lex's shoulder.

“Hard is an understatement.  You know what?  I actually thought about just leaving him alone.”  Lex paused, turned to face Clark.  “What would you do if your birth parents flew in and wanted you back?”  Lex narrowed his eyes and watched Clark carefully.  Clark sighed.

“I don't know.  I'd probably want to stay here with you.  Mom and dad, the people I love.”  Lex looked back up at the apartment building.

“Maybe he'd be better off not being a Luther.   If Lionel finds out. . .”

“Lex, come on!  You can't back out now.”  Clark kissed him chastely on the lips and climbed out of the car.  Lex followed Clark, stood by seemingly lost in thought as Clark called up and they were buzzed in.  In the elevator Lex grasped Clark's hand squeezing it as tightly as he could.

As they approached the door Lex panicked, his heart pounding in his chest.  Clark urged him on and stopped them in front of the white door.  Lex knocked.  A short woman answered the door.  She was in her late forties with light brown short hair and hazel eyes.  Lex took in the plain brown knee length dress.  He held out his hand and smiled.

“Hello, Mrs. Olsen.  I'm Lex Luther, this is my friend Clark Kent,” he said politely, all appearance of nervousness gone.

“Mr. Luther, Mr. Kent.  Come in.”  She stepped aside to let them pass.  Clark followed Lex in.  Mrs. Olsen closed the front door and stepped around them.

“Please call me Lex.”

“CK!” a fresh faced boy said.  Lex looked the new arrival up and down. He was shorter than Lex and had a shock of red hair on the top of his head that reminded Lex of what his own hair had once looked like. Freckles peppered the boy’s cheeks. He wore old jeans and a blue t-shirt.  His big smile and grey-blue eyes were open and inviting.

“Jimmy, hey.”  Clark pushed his thick black glasses up his nose and transformed into geek mode.   Jimmy shifted nervously when he shook Lex's hand.  Lex didn't take his eyes off the young boy, adding to his nervousness. 

“Mom told me you found my real parents,” Jimmy said abruptly.  Lex hid a grin behind a hand.  Just like a Luther, to the point.  Clark grinned too.

“Yes Jimmy. But I promise we'll keep this completely confidential,” Clark said.  Jimmy offered them a seat but Lex declined.  Clark sat on the sofa just as Mrs. Olsen set a tray of tea and cookies on the coffee table in front of them.  Jimmy sat in a chair across from Clark watching Lex as the billionaire stalked around the small apartment.

“Thank you,” Clark said accepting a cup of tea from Mrs. Olsen.  Jimmy popped the top of a soda and took a sip.

“So um, CK, it’s cool that you're here in person and all but – why?  Couldn’t you have told me earlier at work?”  Jimmy watched Lex with puzzlement as Lex peered at a family photo on the wall.  It was a picture of Jimmy with his adopted father and mother.  Jimmy looked about six and wore denim overalls with a red and white stripped shirt.  Lex moved from one picture to another stopping at a picture of a cute chubby bald baby.  Lex would never forget that face.

“Well. . . I'm here for Lex.”  Jimmy looked from Clark to Lex then back to Clark, leaned towards Clark.

“Does he have to do that?”  Jimmy whispered.  Lex turned to face them, long black coat brushing against a standing lamp.

“I was wondering if you were in possession of a locket like this one,” Lex said pulling his hand out of his pocket.  A gold chain with a small oval shaped locket spilled out of his grip dangling on two fingers.  Jimmy stood taking a hesitant step forward.  Clark watched carefully as Lex held up the locket for Jimmy to examine.  Jimmy seemed to study it carefully.  He stepped back.

“No.  I don't think so,” Jimmy said. 

“Are you sure Jimmy?”  Clark asked standing as Lex's jaw clenched.

“Yeah, I mean . . .  not that I know of.”  Jimmy turned to his mother who had sat down on a recliner but Lex was already across the small room standing over her.  She'd remained quiet all this time.

“You took him.  You took my baby brother and kept him.  Where's the locket?”  Lex said dangling the chain in front of her face.  The woman cringed in response as if Lex had slapped her. 

Clark moved to stand behind Lex and pulled him back.  “Lex, we're not here to make accusations.”  Lex turned away pulling out of Clark's grip, eyes refocusing on Jimmy. 

Clark sat down beside Mrs. Olsen taking one of her hands in his.  “Ma'am, sixteen years ago somebody gave you a child.”  Mrs. Olsen nodded, tears coming to her eyes.

“I have the other locket,” she said standing.  They watched her as she left the room then returned a few minutes later holding the duplicate of the locket Lex had brandished.  Lex snatched it out of her trembling fingers and examined it carefully.  The two lockets were identical.

“Then it's true.  You kept him,” Lex said voice barely above a whisper.  Clark hesitantly smiled at Jimmy.

“What is this CK?  What's going on?”  Jimmy looked from one man to the other.

“Jimmy,” Clark said.  “You are Lex Luthor's younger brother.”  Jimmy paled then turned to Lex who smiled softly.

“Hi baby brother,” Lex said. 

Jimmy sat down hard.  “What?” he whispered.  His eyes darted from Clark to Lex then to his mother.  “Mom, is this true?”

The woman nodded painfully.

“Sixteen years ago,” Mrs. Olsen began looking down at her work worn hands.  “I was a nurse hired by Lillian Luthor to take care of her after she passed her first trimester.  When Julian was born I helped her smuggle him out of the house.”  She looked up into Jimmy’s eyes. “She didn’t want you to be raised by that man.  I was never really around Lionel very much but I saw things.”  Mrs. Olsen took Jimmy’s hands into hers.   “She wanted you to have a normal upbringing.  Back then everything was so different.”   She turned to Lex. “What are you planning on doing about it?”  Mrs. Olsen asked nervously. 

Lex sighed.  “Well, if Lionel finds out you can bet you'll never see Jimmy again.”  He tried to ignore the sharp intake of the woman's breath. Years of being Clark's friend had taught him how to be compassionate when it was called for.  “I'm willing to keep all of this between the four of us.  I only ask for a few things.”

“Anything,” she said relief already shining in her eyes.

“Let me help you, get you into a better place, pay for anything you need and let me develop a relationship with Jul. . .Jimmy.”

“Shouldn't that be up to me?” Jimmy said sharply.  The boy looked angry, hurt and lost all at the same time.

“Jimmy,” Clark said.  Lex and Jimmy watched each other as Jimmy placed a protective hand on his mother’s shoulder.

“I’m not sure what I want CK.”

“I promise not tell my father,” Lex said. 

“Why?” 

“Back then he ruled with an iron fist.  I have the scars to show for his fathering skills.”  Lex bit his lower lip.  “You’re better off if he doesn’t know.”

“You turned out fine.  What was she so afraid of?  I mean, I read the press.  He’s supposed to be the devil or something. He’s blind. How dangerous could he be?”

Lex shook his head and chuckled. “Even blind he's the most ruthless business man in Metropolis,” Lex said.  “If it hadn't been for Clark I'd most likely be just as, if not more ruthless, than Lionel ever could be.”  Lex smiled at Clark who returned the grin. 

“We should go,” Lex said glancing down at his watch.  “Think about what you want to do.”  He handed a white business card to Jimmy.  “Call me and let me know, any time day or night.”

Clark and Lex left quietly and went straight home.  Lex needed time to think now that he had come face to face with the reality of it all.  In the blink of an eye, he had regained something he'd never once thought he'd get back.  Now everybody involved had to decide what to do, where to go from here.  If Jimmy even wanted a relationship with him, Lex would be grateful.

~~

That night Clark had gone out on patrol then made a detour to his Fortress of Solitude before coming home.  Lex spent the night unable to sleep and when he finally did drift off he tossed and turned, dreaming of dirt and white parchment skin.  Without Clark there to comfort him, it had been a very long night.

This morning he stood before the full length dressing mirror knotting his tie.  He followed Clark’s movements in the mirror as Clark, already dressed for work in a dark blue business suit, placed his laptop into its carrying case.

“You haven't said much this morning Lex,” Clark ventured looking at him from the corner of his eyes.  They hadn't made love last night after Clark had come back from his Superman duties and Lex had been distant.  He’d barely touched Clark since they'd returned from the Olsen's.

“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”  Lex turned to face Clark.  “Could you do me a favor?  Could you watch out for him?” 

Clark closed the gap between them and pulled Lex into his arms holding him close.  “You're afraid he's going to want nothing to do with you.”  He could feel the reflexive swallow against his chest.

“Am I that transparent?”   Lex pressed himself against Clark sighing.

“Only to me.  Don't worry.  I'll keep an eye on him.”

“I was thinking, maybe we could show him mom's grave,” Lex said as Clark rubbed his back soothingly.

“If he wants.  Be patient.”  Clark tilted Lex's head up to kiss him softly on the lips.  “See you later.”

“Try not to be late.  We have a dinner engagement at Chez Paul.”  Lex pulled away to finish dressing.

~~

Clark stepped off the elevator into the Daily Planet newsroom and was almost immediately tackled by his sometimes partner Lois Lane.

“Clark Kent, how dare you make me look like a fool,” Lois said planting her balled fists on her hips.  Clark backed away and hunched his shoulders as if preparing to be physically pummeled.  He pushed his glasses up his nose.

“What have I done this time?” Clark squeaked, cringing at his own voice.  Clark always felt the need to over emphasize his geekiness around this sharp woman.  If anybody could find him out, it would be Lois.

“You told Perry I shouldn't do the LuthorCorp expose.  You told him it was too dangerous for me.”  Lois stepped forward forcing Clark to step back.  One red lacquered finger nail poked his chest.  “I,” (poke) “can,” (poke) “take care of myself, Smallville.”  She stopped when Clark fell into a desk.

“O-Okay Lois.  Sorry.  I just thought. . .”

“No, you did not think.  That's your problem.  Stay out of my business.  You write the fluff pieces, I'm the real journalist here.”  Lois stepped back and straightened her jacket.  “Besides, if I needed it, I'm sure Superman would save me,” she said with a smirk.

“Superman?” Clark groaned.  “Not him again.  What is it about him that makes everybody so fascinated anyway?”

“What's not to be fascinated by?” a voice behind them said.  Clark turned to find Jimmy Olsen setting a stack of papers on a desk.

“Jimmy,” Clark stood and pushed his glasses up his nose again.

“CK, hey,” Jimmy shuffled nervously in one spot.  Lois stepped back and gave Clark one last glare before spinning on her heals and storming off.  Jimmy and Clark watched as she walked away.

“Man, she's got it in for you CK.” Jimmy muttered. 

Clark chuckled and shrugged his big shoulders. “You like her.” Clark said suddenly.

“What difference would that make?  She only has eyes for Superman.”

Clark shook his head.  “Anyway, how are you doing?”

“Considering I just had my whole life turned upside down, I guess I'm okay.  Mom and I talked last night.”

“So, how do you feel about it?” Clark crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“Truth?”  Jimmy said.

Clark nodded.

 “Freaked.  How am I supposed to feel after finding out Lex Luthor is my brother?” 

Clark looked around to make sure nobody was near by to overhear and leaned forward.

“That's not so bad.  Lex is a great guy.”

“Right.  You're good friends with him.”  Jimmy looked down at the floor with distant eyes.

“For years,” Clark said.

“It's not him.  It's. . .”  Jimmy sat in the chair closest to him and rested his elbows on his knees.  “I always. . . You're going to think I'm silly.  I used to imagine what my real parents were like ever since I found out I was adopted.”

“I was adopted too,” Clark said.

“Really, then you know what I mean.  Things like ‘didn't they love me?’  ‘Why did they give me up?’ and ‘What are they like?’   I always dreamed that my dad was some hero or something.”

“It's okay to dream,” Clark shifted and leaned into the desk.  He frowned.

“Yeah, except now I can't.  Now I know.” He grinned sheepishly.  “Sometimes I would imagine Superman was my dad and he's just too busy to come see me,” Jimmy said quietly.  Clark smiled and placed a strong hand on Jimmy's shoulder.

“Sounds like you've made up your mind about what you want to do.”

“I'm not sure.  I've heard from you so many times how dangerous Lionel Luther is.  Even Lex said so.”  Jimmy looked down at his hands furrowing his brow.  “Maybe it's better if Julian Luthor stays dead.”  Clark sighed and tried to smile.

“Do you want me to tell Lex?” he asked softly.

“Could you?  I know it's cowardly of me but I just can't deal with it right now.”

“Maybe it would help if I came with you.  We could tell him together.”  Clark looked at his watch. “He’s gone to his mother’s grave.  He should still be there.  We could go right now.”

“Are you sure?  I mean you won’t feel conflicted or anything?”

Clark shook his head.

“Okay,” Jimmy smiled and nodded.

~~

The grave site was ostentatious, but then so were all things Luthor.  Lex sat down in front of the memorial and brushed finger tips across the name engraved in the marble.

“I found him mom,” he whispered.  He turned at the reflection in the stone, to see who had disturbed his visit.

“Jimmy,” Lex said standing.  Behind the boy Clark stood quietly hands in coat pockets.

“Hi Mr. Luthor,” Jimmy took a hesitant step forward.

“Please call me Lex.”

“Yes sir.”  Jimmy stepped up to the monument and stared at the marker.  “So, this is it.”

Lex nodded absently then looked to Clark.

“Yes.  Are you here because you've decided what to do?”  Lex said quietly.  Clark stepped up beside Lex and placed a hand on his lower back.  The look on Clark's face told him all he needed to know. “Oh.”  He swallowed and turned away coming face to face with his brother's grave marker.  It was a lie that would have to remain a truth.

“Sorry.  I just want to stay me.  It's all I know and I love my mom.  I hope you'll understand.”

“Then Julian Luthor remains buried here,” Lex whispered trailing his fingers across the engraved name and dates. Lex straightened and cleared his throat.  He held out a hand to Jimmy who took it.  “I’ll be here, for you.  I mean if you should need anything.  Maybe you and your mother could have dinner at our place some time?”

“I’d like that.”  Jimmy smiled and turned to Clark shaking his hand. “Thanks CK. I'll see you tomorrow at work.”

Lex watched as his brother walk away, knowing that he could force him to take on the same responsibilities he had to live with his whole life.  Could chase him down and force him to be Julian but instead he allowed himself to be led by Clark to the waiting Porsche and got into the passenger seat.

The car ride home was quiet.  When they got there Clark made a call to the Justice League to inform them that Superman would not be available for the week.

Lex took a nap before they went out.

Dinner at Chez Paul was quiet as well.  Clark wanted to say something but what did you say to somebody who had lost a brother, then found him then lost him again.  He could see and feel the pain Lex hid so well from the rest of the world.

“I have a meeting in Paris next week,” Lex suddenly said over dessert.  Clark just nodded.  “It should only take a few days.”  Clark set his fork down.

“Maybe he'll change his mind,” Clark said.

“Maybe,” Lex said narrowing his eyes and licking the chocolate mousse from the corner of his mouth.  He smiled at Clark and leaned in.

“Lex?” Clark drawled.

“Take me home and I'll lick chocolate off your cock,” Lex said with a leer. Clark laughed and called for the check.

The end.