Title: The Dancer Author: Bleudiablo Website: Bleudiablo's Homepage Rating: R +++ "On whose authority are you investigating Clark Kent?" Lionel Luther asked, staring at the detective that was sat on the other side of his huge wooden desk, fidgeting slightly. "Your son Mr Luther sir, he called me a few weeks ago and gave me the task of looking into the background of one Clark Kent." Lionel nodded and stared at the man for a while, thinking about what he could do next. Even though it had been more than twenty years since his deal with Jonathan Kent, Lionel still kept an eye on the Jonathon, Martha and their son. Although he doubted anyone could even find anything illegal about the Kent's adoption, he couldn't afford either the adoption or his affair with Jonathan Kent to become public knowledge. Both of which could have happen if the Kents felt threatened. He especially didn't need it at the moment, his popularity and company were already under attack from LexCorp. "You will give your report to Lex but I also want a copy of it, an exact copy Nixon or you and I will have problems." Nixon nodded and swallowed nervously, "I'm supposed to give it to him this afternoon, I'll get a copy made and send it to you." Lionel nodded again and turned back to his reports, glad when Nixon took this as the dismiss it was. He flexed his shoulders and returned to the abysmal finical report for LuthorCorp's last quarter, LexCorp was doing far too well. Maybe he would call one of his lover's for a relaxing "Corporate" lunch. +++ Laying his bed beside one of his favourite lovers Lionel was once again thinking about the reasons why Lex could be investigating Clark Kent. He smiled slightly as he thought about his son, his greatest success, he may have never told Lex but he was very proud of his son. Not only for breaking out on his own but also for attacking him, Lex had the brains, skill and ability to rule the world. "Your partner is Clark Kent isn't he?" Lionel asked casually as he stroked one finger up her arm, "Corporate" lunches really were the best when they included nakedness, a beautiful woman and a bed. Lionel of course knew that her partner was Clark Kent, he knew more about Lois Lane than she knew about herself, she was his lover but she couldn't be a weakness to him. She had been his lover for three years, no-one except the pair of them and his personal assistant knew about it but it was a good deal for both of them : She got inside information on LexCorp's mess-ups and LuthorCorp's successes and he had one of the most influential reporters under his thumb. "Yeah why?" Lois asked, resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers carding through his grey chest hair. "Tell me about him." "Sure, he's well mannered, country hick, good writer and gay," Lois paused for a few seconds, "Or Bi if you believe Cat's claims of having." Lionel nodded and hoped that his first thought was wrong, hoped that Lex wasn't investigating a potential serious lover. "What do you think of him personally?" "He has no dress sense, wears glasses with bottle bottoms as lenses, I not only think he is gay but a nerd, I guarantee he was the kid in high school who not only understood calculus but did it all and while he may stuuter like an idiot when speaking english, his Klingon is probably flawless." Lionel let everything filter through his mind, Clark Kent did not sound like the kind of person that his son would go after. Lionel knew Lex and Lex liked beauty, he collected beautiful things and beautiful people. But unless Lex was going to hire the younger Kent he couldn't think of any other reason Lex would be looking so deeply into the younger man's background. "Could you please keep an eye on him for me please, I need to know of any strange behaviour." "Of course," Lois replied automatically then smiled, "I'm sure you get younger every time we get together," Lois said in a purr as her hands wandered further down to his hardening cock. Lionel groaned, he loved younger lovers with the ability to inspire him. ++++ Lex Luther smiled at the report in his hands, he had read it and everything Clark had told him was the truth. He smiled as he looked at the photo of Clark at his graduation, if it was possible the younger man had got even more gorgeous since his teen years. He could still remember the first time he had seen the young man, he had been in Spark, sat at the bar when a familiar face ( a regular ) had come in trailed by five other boys, all obviously still at college. Spark was not the most popular gay club in Metropolis but very well liked by the college crowd because they rarely checked I.D.s, He had first visited it when he was only fifteen and even Luthor money couldn't get him into some of the bigger places, by the time he had been old enough he had been hooked on the place. "Mike how you doing?" The familiar face had asked the bar tender, Mike had nodded he was Okay, "This is Clark, it's his birthday so he isn't allowed to buy any of his own drinks, if he tries stick it on my tab." The young man the familiar face had indicated made Lex bite his lip to hold back a moan. `Clark' had legs that just seemed to go on forever, honey colored skin, lips that looked too red to be natural, huge almost feminine eyes and black hair that he was just dying to run his fingers through. The long legs were encased in black demin that had been painted on and clung to a perfect arse and a tight white shirt emphercised thick muscular arms and a very well built upper body. It had been a fun night, the group had drank and danced, Lex had stayed in the shadows and watched Clark. It had been late when a stripper had arrived for Clark, a cute guy, well built but with no sense of rhythm. When the young man had finished Clark had burst out laughing and said he could do a better job, the cute guy had said go on then and Clark had. Lex had still been sat by the bar when Mike had offered Clark a job as a dancer. It had been seven years since that night and if Lex was in Metropolis he had been in Spark to see Clark perform. It hadn't been until seven months earlier that he had actually spoken to and danced with Clark, they had dated for a few weeks, actually dated, gone out for meals, the cinema and no sex, Lex hadn't dated in long time, if ever. But for Clark, to keep Clark it had to be more than sex. He read over the farm's finical record, noting that they had been in the red for most of Clark's teens years but as soon as Clark had started dancing, it had slowly worked its way into the black. He knew that Clark's parent's knew what he did he remembered asking. xxx Flashback xxx Lex snuggled into Clark's side, glad that his lover could hold him so securely and that like him Clark was not tired but often talkative after sex. "How do you explain the money to your parents?" Lex asked, it had been about a week since he had discovered that most of Clark's dancing money was sent home. "I decided to send the money to them at the end of every month and at about two hundred a week left over, that was a lot of money to suddenly turn up in the mail box." "I bet it was," Lex replied and he guessed that to them it was a lot, to him eight hundred dollars is what he kept in his wallet nost days. It reminded him of the big difference between the two of them but he also knew that Clark wasn't with him for his money. In the two months they had been together, Clark had never asked for money or anything and when Lex had bought him a car as a present for their second date, Clark had said he couldn't take it, it was too expensive. Lex had promised to keep until Clark felt comfortable enough to take it. They had dated like Lex wasn't a billionaire who could have bought everything and were just a normal couple. "So what happened?" "The next time I rang home, I had to convince my dad that I wasn't selling my body because the farm didn't need money bad enough for me to prostitute myself. In the end I had to tell them the truth, every friday night in a gay club called Spark I dance and get paid." "You do slightly more than dance," Lex pointed out, he still loved watching his boyfriend dance at Spark, even with all those other people in the room, it was always like Clark was dancing just for him. "I know, so you can imagine how bloody embarrassing it was when my mother and five of her friends from home all turned up one Friday night." Lex started laughing, not a small giggle but a deep tummy laugh, "I just bet it was," he spluttered through the laughter. "Hey stop laughing, I don't think I have ever gone so red and I did it everywhere, everywhere Lex and it didn't go away for hours. Mike said there was a woman asking to see me so when I looked out and there was my mother, I nearly fainted. Then once I had explained who it was, he decided that I couldn't do my leather dance and instead had me do my Schoolboy act." Lex moaned at the memory of Clark's Schoolboy act, it had to be one of his favourites and he had seen them all. For this act Clark wore a tight, long sleeved white shirt made of thin silk, very well fitting school grey cotton pants that were especially tight on Clark's arse and cock, a leather blazer, red silk tie and knee high leather boots. The white shirt got covered in water, sticking to beautifully tanned skin and pink nipples stood to attention, Clark finally stripped down to a red thong and those boots. Next time Clark did the Schoolboy act, he was going to get fucked while his boyfriend wore those boots, Lex thought. "What did your mom say?" Lex asked when he returned from his day dream. "They come back every year, the same week to watch me dance, I'm sure you must have seen them. They sit in the front line and stick five dollar bills down my jock every time. I still go a pleasent pink but it doesn't show under the lights." Lex smiled, not many women came into Spark but he vaguely remembered a group of loud women coming in a few times. "I think they are even due next week to see me. It's still so fucking embarrassing, my mother, the girl I fancied in high school before I realised I was gay, the aunt of the girl I fancied in High School, my best friend's mother and my Mother's best friend and almost aunt to me, all come every year. And just to add to my embarrassment ever since that first time, they always bring a few friends." Lex laughed again, nuzzling against the bronze neck, "Don't worry love I'll be there this year to protect you from the horrible women." "Thanks Lex." "Anytime love, anytime but I think I deserve some kind of reward for playing the hero, yes I think I do," Lex decided as he ran his hands across hard pecks, making sure to touch hard nipples, then traced fingers over Clark's six pack and into the hair that framed Clark's hardening cock, "I think I'll have this." xxx End Flashback xxx Lex looked through the folder one last time then he slowly fed each and every page and photo through the shredder before picking up the phone and ringing his boyfriend. "Daily Planet, Clark Kent speaking." "Hello, Clark Kent; Lex Luther speaking." "Hey babe, how you doing?" "I'm well love, are you still meeting me for dinner before I dance?" Lex smiled, "Of course but we're eating at the Penthouse tonight, I want to spend some time with my boyfriend in private." "Sounds like a plan babe, I'll see you around seven." "I'll be waiting." Lex smiled as Clark hung up and thought about what he could feed his very own bottomless pit, in the end he gave up and placed a call to his chef telling her about their guest. Lex could almost hear Janette smiling in that motherly way that she did every time Clark visited, she would know what to make in order to please them both. ++++ Lois Lane walked back into the Newsroom aching with that ache that only came from having really good sex. She knew she was over an hour late but when Lionel Luther called for a "Corporate" lunch she did not refuse. Not o nly because he was one of her best sources but because he was a very good lay, especially considering his age. She looked over at her desk then the one ne xt to it which belonged to her partner. Nerd, was her first thought upon seein g him and wondered why Lionel wanted her to watch him. The man wasn't much to look at, thick glasses, off the rail suits that looked about three sizes to big and fit wrong everywhere. Although she did know that he had muscles under that ill-fitting suit. It had been about six months into their partnership when she had arrived on his doorstep early one morning to drag him off on a story and he had answered the door topless. He had pecs that begged to be bitten and a stomach that looked like you could bounce a hammer off it without causing any damage, it was that hard. But he was still dorky and clumsy. She smiled, unable to see that hunk in the person who was at that minute making an origami model of some Startrek ship. NERD!?! "Hey Lois, thought you might have got lost getting lunch." Lois cursed, she forgot that she had said she would get them both lunch and be back soon. She had planned to do it that as well, she had only received the call from Lionel as she had reached the Lobby. "Sorry, I forgot, an old friend called me, said there was an emergency. She got taken to the hospital after an accident, I went to see her." "Is she badly injured?" Clark asked her, those big, innocent eyes staring u p at her through bottle bottoms. She sometimes wondered if he was still totally naive or if it was all an act because no-one could be that innocent. "Just a concussion and some bruises, she'll be fine." "I'm glad, do you still want to get lunch?" Clark asked, "I know this littl e Chinese place that's local, good food, friendly staff." Lois stared at him in confusion, in all the years they had been working together, she could count the amount of times they had had lunch together outside of the newsroom on one hand. But she smiled and nodded, if Lionel wanted to know more about Clark Kent then she had to know more about him and this was a good place to start as any. "Come on then," Clark said with a smile, bounding out of his seat like a golden retriever, abandoning his origami and pulling on his coat. Lois had never heard her partner talk so much, the entire ten minute walk down to the restaurant he told her about his home and how he was planning to go back there for his holidays in a few weeks. She wondered if Lionel classed the fact that her partner came from Smallville as strange as she di d. The small restaurant that Clark led them into had red walls, ceiling and fl oor with about half a dozen tables in it, four already had people sat at them, all wearing very expensive business suits. "Clark we stand out like a sore thumb." Clark just gave her that guileless smile again and turned to the woman who was approaching them. She watched in amazement as the woman reeled of a load of chinese, Lois guessed, and Clark replied in the same language befor e being pulled into a hug. The woman nodded at Lois then led them to one of the empty tables, they sat down and Clark nodded to the woman before she walked off. "Clark we didn't order," Lois pointed off, looking at the table to find a m enu. "And where are the menus?" Clark just laughed, "There are no menus and I have already ordered, don't worry Lois I got you a bit of everything, nothing too out of the ordinary." Lois just nodded and hoped he was telling the truth. "What are your parents like?" She asked, hoping it didn't come out too blunt. "They're great, I love them, they've always supported me in everything I ha ve wanted to do. They were even supportive when I got caught making out with one of the jock's in High school, although Lana wasn't as supportive." "Lana?" She asked, honestly curious now. "The girl that I fancied all through school then made out with her boyfrien d, we were both just discovering our sexuality." Lois enjoyed lunch, not only the food but the conversation, Clark had removed his glasses about half way through the meal and she had been able to stare at those bright green eyes. "I'm going to the movies tonight with some friends, would you like to come?" She asked as their table was cleared. Clark looked up at her, a naive confused look on his face, "You do know I'm gay, don't you?" Lois felt flushed and realised that it sounded like she had been asking him out, "Of course I do, I was asking as a friend." "I would love to but I already have a plans for tonight." "You do?" "Yeah, a weekly engagement, come on we had better get back to the office before Perry thinks we both got lost." "Don't we have to pay?" Lois asked in confusion as all Clark did was wave a t the woman before walking out. "No, they refuse to take money from me since I saved the youngest daughter from being run over. I try not to take advantage of them but they serve the best food," He replied as they left the restaurant Lois nodded, Clark Kent was too good for his own good. Suddenly he tipped his head slightly to one side and looked back where they had come from, "Lois, I need to go, I have to speak to the owners, I'll meet you back at t he office." Before Lois could argue, Clark was gone, Lois sighed, she was used to his unusual behaviour of vanishing with strange excuses. She sighed and walked back to the Newsroom, she had to find out where Clark went every Friday night. Who could know, who was Clark close to? Only one person came to mind : Jimmy Olsen. Lois looked around the Newsroom and finally found the young photographer sat next to Cat's desk. "Jimmy can I speak to you?" "Of course Lois, how can I help you?" "You're Clark's friend?" "CK of course, we often get a drink together." "Do you know where he goes every Friday night." "Of course, Spark, he dances there every week." "Thanks Jimmy." Lois smiled as she walked away, now she just had to work out where exactly Spark was. ++++ Clark groaned as he climbed off the elevator, the scents of a wonderful mea l were drifting around the large penthouse, Janette was cooking for them, which was just as well because the closest Lex came to cooking was ordering in. The first place that he headed was to the kitchen, Janette was stood by the cooker, "Hello Janette, how are you?" Clark asked as he pulled her into a h ug and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm fine, darling; are you eating right?" She asked poking him in the stoma ch. Clark smiled, she was like his mom away from home since he had started dating Lex, "I always eat well Janette," he said as he gave her one last hu g before stepping away to see what she was cooking. "Get away, it's a surprise, go and see your boyfriend, he's in his study, d inner will be about ten minutes so no nooky." Clark laughed but left her kitchen to find Lex, his boyfriend was sat in hi s chair in the study, a glass of scotch in his hand and Beethoven playing quietly i n the room. Clark just stood in the doorway and stared at the man that he lov ed because he knew it was love, at least on his part, and he was almost certai n Lex felt the same. "Are you going to stand there all day Clark or do I get a kiss in greeting? " "Of course you get a kiss Lex, when have I ever denied you?" Lex smiled as he sat up and Clark moved towards him, he leaned down and kissed those smooth lips, tracing Lex's scar with his tongue before gaining entrance to his lover's mouth. Lex moaned against his mouth and Clark couldn't stop himself from pulling Lex to his feet then circling the slim w aist with his arms. Clark let the kiss carry on for a few minutes, refusing to allow it to deep en to far, Janette had walked in on them having sex enough already. The taller ma n finally pulled back and let Lex collapse against him, both of them panting hard. Clark always found it funny that he could hold his breath for over an hour without getting out of breath but kiss Lex for less than five minutes and be panting for five minutes afterwards. "I missed you last night," Clark said as they calmed, stroking his hands ov er Lex's skull and down his strong back. "I missed you to, that's why we're eating here tonight, I have something important to ask you." "What?" Clark asked as he leaned back far enough to look into Lex's grey eyes. "Later, love, after we've eaten or Janette will have our hides." Clark nodded and stepped away but kept one arm around Lex's waist as they walked to the dinning room. The table in the dinning room was large enough to seat twelve people but the pair took their normal seats next to each oth er at one end of it. Janette knew them well and it was only their seats that had knifes and forks at them. They had only been sat there for a few minutes, holding hands while Clark told Lex about Lois' weird behaviour, when Janett e came in with their meals. As normal the woman had done herself good, they both had basically the same meal but adapted to fit Clark's bottomless pit appetite and Lex's refi ned one. Lex had a small steak done in a wine sauté with creamy mashed potatoes, baby carrots, petite pois and cauliflower. Clark had a much bigge r grilled steak with barbecue sauce, a huge pile of creamy mashed potatoes, a pile of normal carrots (Clark claimed that he could never eat enough of the baby ones to fill him), twice as many peas as Lex and twice as much cauliflower. "Eat up Lex, I want my question," Clark said from beside him and Lex realis ed he had just been staring at his meal with a smile on his face. "You'll get it," he replied as he picked up his cutlery and dug into the me al. He moaned at the first taste, Janette had not only outdone herself with the me nu but with the meal itself but then again she always did. They chatted about what they had done the previous evening, Lex about the boring meal he had been forced to sit through with a business partner and his ugly, dull as he ll daughter and Clark about his stakeout. "Do you two want dessert?" Janette asked as she cleared away the empty plates, smiling when she saw that they were holding hands. Janette had been with Lex for eight years as his cook and she could very happily say that sh e had never seen him so happy as these past seven months he had spent with Clark. When the young man had first appeared in Lex's life she had done her own kind of check on him. The fact he was from Smallville, the town where her sister lived had made it so much easier. She had been very happy when Kathleen had reported back nothing but good things about Clark Kent, saying the young man was polite, kind, strong and a hero. "Please Janette," Clark said and she gave him another smile, in the past seven months she was sure she had cooked more than in the previous seven years but she honestly didn't mind. Clark made Lex happy and over the years Janette had come to care for Lex like he was one of her own. "Ice cream?" "Strawberry?" "And mint chocolate chip for Lex," she said looking over at the other young man, getting a real smile from the bald billionaire. "Thank-you Janette." Lex watched his cook retreat, glad that someone knew him so well, he smiled as Clark stroked his hand, "I didn't know you liked ice cream, when we were in the park last week you refused some point blank, even though it was boiling and they had mint chocolate chip." "I only like the mint chocolate chip that Janette makes, I never liked any ice cream as a child and only know I like hers because I ate it when I got the munches one night." Clark laughed and squeezed his hand, "So what were you going to ask me?" "We haven't finished yet," Lex replied. "Not fair I've been waiting for ages, come on Lex, please, ask me, ask me." Lex laughed as he lifted Clark's hand so he could kiss the back of it, it normally took a lot of effort on his part to make Clark beg in bed. But he supposed this was why Clark was a reporter, a sense of curiosity that would not die. "After ice cream." "As soon as Janette clears away the bowls?" "As soon as she clears away both bowls, that is both mine and yours." Clark sighed in annoyance then gave him a mischievous smile, "Can I help you with yours?" Lex laughed and pulled Clark close enough so that he could brush his lips over a tanned cheek, "Just a little bit," he promised as Janette returned, a huge bowl of strawberry for Clark in one hand and a much smaller bowl of mint chocolate chip for Lex. Lex couldn't help but smile at the different sizes of their portions, it me ant that they might actually finish at about the same time. Clark was strangely quit e while they ate dessert but a confused stare got him an explanation. "I'm trying to be patient but I can't be patient and talk at the same time, I'll end up begging again." Lex laughed and concentrated on his ice cream, stroking one finger across the back of Clark's hand. Clark's skin was so soft, he had been amazed to learn that the man had worked on a farm most of his life yet still hand bab y soft hands. Clark managed to stay silent until Janette had left the room wi th their empty dishes but Lex thought that the younger man looked like he was about to explode with curiosity. "Turn your chair so we're facing each other." Lex nodded when they were facing each other, knees touching and he could hold both of Clark's larger hands. "Clark Kent I love you, will you move in with me?" Lex stared at the tanned man, watching his mouth open and close like a fish , he had never told Clark he loved him and he had only hoped that Clark loved him back. But it looked like Clark didn't. Lex took a deep breath as it fel t like he recently discovered heart was breaking. "I'm sorry Clark, I shouldn't have said anything," Lex said quietly as he s tarted to get up but found he didn't get far because Clark grabbed him around the waist and Lex found himself sat on Clark's knee. Lex didn't relax, but sat stiffly on the broad thighs, refusing to lean back into that large body. "Yes you should of Lex, I love you Lex, I am in love with you and have been for months." Lex sighed and felt the tension vanish from his body, he collapsed against the large body of his lover. "You really love me?" He asked quietly, wanting fo r the first time to really believe those words when they spoken to him. He ha d never believed Victoria and deep inside, never even believed Helen but Clar k he wanted to believe, Clark he needed to believe. "With everything I am. Do you really think that I never noticed you before seven months ago. I know you've been watching me dance for years but I was too scared to approach you. You looked like you belonged there, dressed in leather like a second skin, sipping on an expensive drink. But what did a college student from Hickville have to offer you so I stayed away, waiting for you to make the first move." Lex smiled and sighed as Clark hugged him closer, "You really love me?" "Yes and I would love to move in with you but I have to tell you something first." Lex felt himself tense up again, last time a lover had said that to him it had been Victoria telling him that she was pregnant with his father's child. "Nothing bad Lex, but it is a very important, there are only three people in the world who know this, I'm one of them and my parents are the others." Suddenly Lex felt like he was flying, it took him a few seconds to realise that it was just Clark standing up and holding him like he Scarlet O'Hara. He smile d and wrapped his arms around Clark's neck, it felt good to be in those stron g arms. "I think the sitting room is a better place to have this talk." Lex nodded and let his lover carry him through the penthouse to what had been an empty room until he had started dating Clark and discovered that he loved to snuggle against Clark while they watched movies. So he had got a huge sofa, giant wide-screen TV and other entertainment equipment he could find and put it in the room, making it their sitting room. Lex sighed as Cl ark sat down and he could snuggle into the large body of his lover, nuzzling the tanned skin. "So tell me, love." "You told me this happened in the meteor strike," Clark queried as he strok ed one hand over Lex's head. "Yes, my father was in Smallville for business, I was in a field when they hit." "I was with the meteors." It was silent for a few heart beats before Lex blinked than said in confusi on, "Pardon?" "The meteors were the remains of a dying planet, it exploded but among the planet fragments was the last of their race, a small child in a stasis boot h. I landed on this planet in Smallville and was found by the Kents, they adopte d me and brought me up." Lex was quiet for a long time, while his mind tried to accept everything th at Clark had said, "You're an Alien?" "Yes, the last of my race." "You're my Alien?" Lex asked, trying to remember that Clark was not an experiment but his lover, the man (Alien) that he loved more than anything else in the world. "All yours." Lex sat up and turned so that he was straddling Clark's thighs and could kiss those soft lips. He sighed when Clark tasted and felt the same, Clark was s till his lover... his friend. "How are different to human's?" He asked when released Clark's mouth, remembering that they couldn't go too far, Clark still had to go to work. "I'm really strong, very fast, I can fly, I have x-ray and laser vision, I can freeze things with my breath and I am invulnerable except for the green meteors th at came down with me." "How strong?" "Strong enough to lift cars. I've even smashed through a three foot wide so lid stone wall. I got stronger as I got older and I have yet to reach the limit s of my strength." Lex nodded, "I still love you, Clark, and I still want you to move in with me but I need time to accept everything." Clark nodded, "I know it took me time to understand I was an Alien and not just a Smallville mutant." "Mutant?" Lex squeaked but if asked later, he would deny ever doing anythin g so un-Luthor like as squeaking. "Too much exposure to the meteors causes mutations in people, I think you have one, you heal so quickly and were in the actual shower." "I love you, Clark," Lex said again, hanging to this one thought as he burie d his nose into Clark's neck. "I love you too, Lex, but for now we have to get to the club and as soon as I finish, I am expecting to be fucked." Lex smiled and realised that this was Clark, he might not be from Earth but he was still the same Clark that he had been dating for the past seven months. "Don't worry, lover, I will fuck you so hard that they'll be able to hear you over the music." ++++ Lois cursed her neighbour, said neighbour was a dedicated clubber so had had no problems telling Lois where Spark was and giving her directions, what he hadn't mentioned was that it was a gay club. She was sat in a corner sipping on a glass of water, she refused to get drunk in a gay club. She seemed to be the only woman in the place except for one of the barmaids and then she wasn't even sure if it was really a woman. But she had yet to see Clark. The rest of the men in the bar seemed to be stood around, just waiting for something to happen. Then something did, there was a drum roll and Lois found herself climbing onto the chair to see over their heads. A small stage that she hadn't even seen on her previous look over the club had a spot light on it and a man crouched down on the floor, his back to them. "Gentlemen, the reason you all here tonight, I present Kale." Music started playing, so loud that it was more just a base beat than anything else and the man started to move. He moved like he had joints where no normal people did but he still hadn't turned around, Lois was literally at the edge of the seat with curiosity, he had one tight arse. The man turned slowly, somehow starting at the bottom and finally she got to see his face. CLARK, was the only thought in Lois' head as she slipped from standing on her chair to being slumped in it. The hot guy in tight, tight jeans, a denim jacket and not only cowboy boots but a hat as well was the man she had described as `He has no dress sense, wears glasses with bottle bottoms as lenses, I not only think he is gay but a nerd' only earlier that day. It took her a few seconds to realise she was missing the show and she scrambled back to her standing position. Clark was dancing, moving to the music with those non-human joints that were making the audience cheer and whistle. Lois watched in amazement as her nerdy, shy, blushing partner wriggled and shimmied out of his clothing until he was in nothing more than a tanned leather thong and those boots while men stuffed notes down the thong. Lois found herself looking around the room, trying to find the person that Clark's gaze kept returning to. While he had been dancing Clark had been sending everyone hot looks but his gaze had kept returning to one spot, she had been too busy watching tanned muscles shimmer and wriggle before to try and locate him. She crowd were all of about the same age, 20-35, of all races but all with one thing in common, the obviously liked to watch Clark dance and strip. Lois probably would have just not noticed him, there was nothing special about Lex Luthor being in a club, especially not a gay club but she had had sex with his father that lunch time and the heat in his eyes was of a personal type. Lois sat back down, she was definitely going to have to have a very long conversation with her partner. There was a large round of applause then the spot light vanished and the music was lowered, the men stopped being a crowd and turned into a dancing mob. Lois smiled and staying close to the wall made her way to the bar, there was no time like the present to vent at Clark, she just had to find out where he was. "What can I get you?" The barmaid asked, it was the one that Lois wasn't sure was male or female. "Clark." S/he laughed, almost a female giggle, "Honey, everyone wants a Clark, but he's gay." "I know I just want to talk to him." "His mother comes down every year to see him, you family too?" Lois made a noncommittal noise that could be taken either way over the sound of the music. "He's in his changing room, through that black door and his is the red door. You can't miss it, he has Kale written in foot high letters on the front of it." Lois nodded and headed for the black door, wondering how long her partner had been doing this for in order to get his own changing room. She wasn't angry at Clark for being gorgeous but for hiding it from her, he could dance and strip for utter strangers but not tell his own bloody partner. Lois shut the black door behind her and suddenly it was unbearably quiet, the only sounds she could hear was grunts, mewls and whimpers, the kind that only came from sex. She moved quietly, homing in on the sounds not even that surprised when she realised they were coming from the red door with Kale written on it. The door was open a few inches, Lois crept forward until she could see into the room and bit her lip to stifle her gasp. Not that she thought they would have noticed a bomb exploding next to them. It wasn't just the fact that her partner, Clark Kent, was leaning against the wall of his dressing room while he was viciously fucked by Lex Luthor, it was the eroticism of the fact that Clark was naked except for those boots and Luthor was fully dressed. Clark looked even more spectacular naked than he did dressed, especially with a hard cock that would put every man she had ever slept with to shame. Clark's cock was hard against his stomach and his entire body was tensing and relaxing, giving her wonderful view of all of his loverly muscles. Luthor groaned and started babbling, "Clark.... my Clark.... love... love you.... need you... want you... always." Lois listened and watched them for about another minute, all the time Luthor rambling that Clark was his and only his. Lois finally staggered away from the door and that tantalising view and slumped down with her back against the wall beside the door. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and rang Lionel's private number. "This had better be an emergency, Lois, I'm busy." "It is, Lionel, you wanted to know if there was anything strange about Clark Kent?" "Yes that was what I said," he snapped out. "How about him stripping in a gay club and being fucked by your son? Is that strange enough?" She snapped back. "My son?" "Yes, your heir, one Lex Luthor is fucking Clark Kent as we speak," She said and held her phone out to the gap so that Lionel could hear his son and Clark fucking, both of them whimpering the others name. "Believe me now?" "Yes." Lois had to hold back her growl of anger when the man hung up, if Lionel wasn't so good in bed and gave her exclusives she would have nothing to do with the cold, unfeeling and manipulative man. But Lois Lane would not let him get her down, she had pride dammit and enough ego to know she would still be the best reporter in Metropolis without him. Lois Lane was going to leave the gay bar, get nicely pissed and then laid. ++++ "Get out," Lionel snapped as he rolled off the slim body, he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He felt the bed move as his partner climbed off the bed, the room was silent after that he could feel someone staring at him, "Liam if you ever want to come back again, I would suggest you get your arse out of here while it is still tight enough to enjoy." Lionel heard the young man's disappointed sigh and the sounds of him gathering up his stuff as background noise, his thoughts going over what had been confirmed : His son was in love with Clark Kent. He had always told Lex that love was weak and in away it was, he would have done anything for Lillian until she cheated on him and even though he still loved her he had had to force himself not to let her get her way. Love had made him strong, made him want the very best for Lily and for Lex it would always be the same strength. Love and unconditional support would make Lex strong, would make him stronger than Lionel. Lionel sighed and stroked his hands over his stomach and chest, this could be too much for his already struggling company, Lex could destroy him. Lionel started drifting and finally fell asleep thinking of ways to break the pair up so that Lex would hate his new lover. He would not let Lex win without a real fight, his son would carry on with the family name, would take over the world but only after a baptise of fire. Lex was his legacy and his legacy would be the best. THE END <<