Title: Let He Who Is Without Sin...
Paring: Clark/Lex
Author: Kristina Andersson
For: ClexFest VI
Challenge: title - Star Trek - Deep Space Nine: Let He Who Is Without Sin ...
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Many hugs to Carrie for a quick beta. Any mistakes left is my fault.
Summary: Martha gets an eye-full. And an eye-opener.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I don't make any money writing about them. Warner Bros. and Gough Millar Inc, who makes a lot of money writing about them, own the Smallville version of Superman and other characters
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LET HE WHO IS WITHOUT SIN...

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Martha Kent turned the key in the lock and entered the castle through the kitchen door. It was actually Clark's key; Lex had given it to him once during his junior year, so Clark could keep using the extensive Luthor library while Lex was in Hong Kong. When he'd returned, he'd told Clark to keep the key, saying that having a spare key to the castle might come in handy sometime. And it had. Three times they'd had to use it to help save Lex from meteor mutants, and one time from a homicidal wife, not counting the times Clark had 'squeezed through the bars' and simply broken in.

When Clark had left for collage, the key had stayed with the Kent's since they also used it during other kinds of emergencies. Like today.

Lex's cook, Mrs. Jones, had called with panic ringing in her voice. Her daughter was in the hospital, and Mrs. Jones had to go to Gotham and help her. She'd asked Martha if she could let herself in to the castle and leave the produce in the kitchen using the spare key, since Lex wasn't expected home until late in the evening. Martha had calmed the upset women and promised to put the produce away so she didn't have to worry about it.

The kitchen was modern, gleaming and spotless. On a shiny counter was a note thanking Martha for her help, a detailed list where the produce should be placed and a request if she could put the ordered tulips in the prepared vase in the hallway.

Martha smiled at the precise list and quickly put away the produce. She then took the purple tulips and walked to the hallway.

As she skillfully arranged the tulips, she heard a noise from Lex office. There had been several burglaries in Smallville the last couple of weeks. Could the thieves decided to try the castle next? Martha grabbed her cell phone in one hand and a heavy bronze statuette standing on the table in the other and quietly walked up to the office door.

Slowly, she opened the door a little to peek inside, making sure she didn't make any noise. She was prepared for catching thieves in the act, not for the sight of her only son fucking Lex Luthor on the desk.

She let out an almost soundless gasp that luckily wasn't heard.

Clothes were scattered all over the room. One of Clark's familiar flannel shirts hung from a lamp and a pair of expensive trousers were thrown carelessly on the floor, near the door. Lex was on his back with Clark thrusting into him, hard and fast. But there was still tenderness that showed that this was not just a fuck. Clark was leaning over Lex, softly kissing him, and Lex were running his hands through Clark's hair.

Martha stood still, frozen in place like the small statue in her hand. This was not a situation a mother should see her son in, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the pair.

They were finishing, Clark thrusting faster and faster into Lex, both of them moaning, still kissing. Clark had a hand on Lex's cock, bringing him to completion. Lex came with a shudder and soon after, Clark cried out and fell down on Lex's chest. "I love you," he murmured.

To Martha's surprise, Lex answered, "And I love you," without hesitation. He was still stroking Clark's hair, and brought Clark's face up for a long kiss. Showing a softer side then Martha would've ever believed him capable of revealing to anyone. But Clark had always been special. Especially to Lex. And now she knew why, a catty voice in her mind added, a bit snidely.

"How long do we have?" she heard Lex ask.

"We have all night," Clark answered and raised his arms and slowly pulled out of Lex. He then lay back down on Lex's chest again and added, "I told Mom and Dad I was going out with friends tonight, and coming home tomorrow."

Lex sighed, gently kissed Clark's forehead and squeezed his shoulder. "I know how hard it is for you to lie to them," he said softly. "I wish there was some other way."

Clark interrupted by pressing two fingers against Lex's lips. "Shh," he said. Sometimes you have to lie to people you love because the truth might hurt them more than the lie."

Lex gave Clark another kiss on the mouth and then suggested, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

Martha finally snapped out of it and quickly but silently walked back down the hallway towards the kitchen. By pure luck, she remembered to put back the bronze statuette where she'd took it before she left the hallway. Thoughts tumbled around in her mind. It was like her whole world had turned upside down. Clark was fucking Lex Luthor. Clark was in love with Lex. Clark was gay. And she hadn't had a clue. Clark had *lied* to her and Jonathan. In a way, that was what hurt the most.

Martha loved her son unconditionally, gay or not. As long as he was happy, she didn't care about that. But it was the fact that she hadn't known. It felt like she should've known; but she hadn't. In a way, it felt like a failure. Not from Clark's side, but from hers.

That her gay son was involved with Lex Luthor was more problematic. While Martha quite liked Lex, she was well aware of the emotional baggage Lex carried. But Lex had told Clark he loved him, and that had to count for something. And besides, it was Clark's choice, not hers. He had her support.

Absentmindedly, Martha grabbed the produce crate she'd left on the kitchen counter.

Jonathan was another question. While he might accept Clark being gay, and he would in the end, because his love for Clark was stronger than any homophobia he might have, Lex was a different matter. While Jonathan had accepted Lex as one of Clark's best friends, he still didn't trust him. For Jonathan, Lex would always be a Luthor first, and Lex second.

And the lies. Clark had lied, and probably for quite some time. How often had he said he'd be with friends in Metropolis and stayed with Lex instead? That would be the thing Jonathan would have a hard time to forgive. And honestly, so would Martha.

As she walked out of the kitchen door, she remembered.

Jonathan telling Clark that he couldn't tell or show anyone his powers. That they were their special secret that only Kent's could know. Clark's eyes widening and asking if that wasn't a bit like telling a lie. Big Bird had said that telling lies were bad, he added with a trembling lip. It had taken some convincing on Jonathan's part, but finally Clark had agreed not to tell anyone. Daddy had still more influence than Big Bird.

She remembered, a small tear-eyed Clark looking questionly at her as she told Mrs. Ross over the phone that unfortunately, Clark couldn't play with Pete today because he had the flu.

 The perfectly healthy Clark had gotten even stronger over night, and he'd broken practically everything he'd picked up today. They would have to teach him how to touch things without harming them all over again.

"I'm not sick," he'd said sadly and confused.

"I know baby, but you can't play with Pete today. You might hurt him." She'd answered.

"We were going to play with cars," he'd said and crawled underneath the kitchen table. His favourite place when he wanted to be alone.

She remembered an eight year old Clark asking why he couldn't tell Pete the truth. "Are you ashamed of me?" he'd asked.

"No! Never!" Jonathan had answered heatedly. "You are our son and we love you just as you are. All of you. But all people won't just think you're special, they'll want to figure out *why* you're special. They could take you away from us, and lock you up in a lab! We only want what's best for you Clark," Jonathan had finished his lecture.

"I know all that, Dad. But Pete's my best friend. He wouldn't tell. I'd make him triple swear!"

"I'm sorry, Clark." Jonathan had answered. "But sometimes you just can't tell how people will react."

"Pete's my best friend!" Clark protested.

"But it isn't safe to tell him. We have to keep this to ourselves. What if Pete slips up and tells his parents?"

Clark interrupted, "He wouldn't tell!"

"But we can't be absolutely sure of that! And even if he doesn't mean to tell, what if someone bad begins to suspect something? He might force Pete to tell. We can't risk it. I know you trust Pete, but sometimes, just sometimes, you have to lie to people you love because the truth might hurt them more than the lie."

Clark bit his lip, "It's not fair!"

"No, it's not. But we are your parents, and we have to think of your safety. When you're a grown up, you can make the decision on your own. But until then, you just have to trust us." Jonathan had finished, making absolutely clear the discussion was over.

_Sometimes, you have to lie to people you love because the truth might hurt them more than the lie._

Martha's knees gave in and she had to hold on to the truck not to fall. Shaking, she put the crate in the back and herself in the driver's seat.

She'd suddenly realized that she wouldn't tell a soul what she'd seen. Especially not Jonathan, because he would be very angry with Clark. Not only for his choice of lover, but for the lies.

And how could she let Jonathan accuse Clark for hiding the truth, when it was she and Jonathan who'd taught him to lie in the first place?


The End