this is what i meant to do yesterday...

[hackthis_archive]

Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love my Pyromaniac


Lex was never going to loan Clark the good Ferrari, because he has to draw the line somewhere. Not that the Testerossa is anything to sneeze it, but in the car world it’s pretty much scrap metal and no one is going to fuck Clark in the Berlinetta but him.

Those are just fantasies though, day-dreams to occupy him while he watches his father swinging his way through the mansion, and the dreams were never supposed to amount to much. However, choosing a car to fuck Clark in has become a lot more relevant recently, and to think Lex ever doubted that Clark would even get to first base with Lana Lang.

Of course that was before this thing - because it is most definitely a thing - occurred and changed Clark into Cinderfella. So now there is this thing stalking about Lex’s office in gabardine and silk smelling of cinnamon and spice and lots of should-be-not-nice things, and he looks just like Clark.

Only it’s not Clark.

Lex knows it’s not Clark, no matter what he’s being told. No matter what his eyes want see and his dick wants to believe. Whatever, or whomever the hell this is – the one person it isn’t - is Clark Kent.

Lex knows Clark Kent. Bumbling, fumbling, extraordinarily endearing Clark Kent, and this suave, lean, cocky clone isn’t him, but damnit, he’s nothing to sniff at either. Clone-Clark is everything Lex should want, and he appears to be everything Lex has dreamt about. However, Lex has a lot of dreams about a lot of things, and he knows how dreams and reality generally don’t meet up.

Lex knows why they shouldn’t meet up.

Once you get everything you want, there’s nothing left to try for, and if Lex takes up Clark on his entirely too good to be true offer, then he will regret it. As much as he wants to, in fact, run away with Clark, he knows that Kansas laws and Jonathan Kent would be the least of his worries.

Whomever this Clark is, it isn’t his Clark and he might as well run off with a stranger. He might as well have stuck with Desiree. Not that this Clark-clone isn’t tempting like the Sirens on the shore, but Lex has no intention of crashing into any rivers today, no matter how good they look stretched out on his chaise lounge.

Lex is going to have resolve; he’s going to be strong and look at the cavities this gift horse has got, but damnit they’re not easy to find.

Smooth Clark has offered it all to Lex: Clark Kent and Lex Luthor living out their destiny in a Metropolis penthouse. It doesn’t get much better, or more pornographic, but there’s something missing from all this domestic bliss and Lex can’t live with Clark without it.

Lex needs honesty, and Clark is the only one he needs it from. Without it they’ll have nothing, and so he has to draw the line somewhere. Not that Lex finds himself drawing a lot of lines with Clark, but maybe he should start because there are all those loose ends and dents in his wall paneling, and Clark is either going to hang himself with all the rope or bring it all back and tie Lex up with his truths and honesty.

That’s what Lex wants. That will be his Clark, this slick Clark who’s dangling his secrets like golden carrots isn’t the Clark for Lex. Lex’s Clark will give the truth naturally and not under duress. Lex’s Clark will give the truth uncompromised, and whatever is going on right now with Clark is certainly compromising him, and to think that a year ago, Lex would have ridden roughshod over Clark like he was wearing boots. If Clark had strode into his office twelve months ago wearing that suit and looking that fuckable, Lex would have bent himself over backwards and demanded to be fucked.

But that was then and this is now, and this is Clark – whatever version he may presently be – and Clark triggers emotions in Lex. One of them just happens to be preservation – preservation of Clark, of their friendship and this version knows that. This version of Clark can tell how much Lex wants him. This version of Clark has enough panache to dangle all those long-withheld secrets in front of Lex to entice him away from everything he knows by offering everything he wants.

But once Lex gets everything he wants, what will be left to work for? And if he gets everything he wants this way, is there a morning he won’t wake up wondering when it will end?

The answer of course is no, and that’s why Lex is going to do ‘the right thing.’ Not because he doesn’t want Clark Kent in every way, shape, and form imaginable, but because Lex wants it to be right and honest and Clark is tempting him, but who knows if he’ll ever deliver? Lex could spend his entire life waiting for something that will never come. He’s already in love with a teenager who might be a pyromaniac and has a Messiah complex, if he can do all that and still hope that Clark will be truthful with him one day then he has no reason to take up this Clark on his offer.

His Clark will be honest with him one day, he hopes. In the meanwhile, perhaps he should do something to get his Clark back.



edited at 12:40pm to add: silviakundera wrote this story. fucking hell, you need to read it.

Comments

[lexcorp-hope.livejournal.com]

Oh, very nice, baby! Very, very nice! I kiss your little toesies *mwah*!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

::shakes head::

can you tell by the title that this was supposed to be a comedy? ha! oh well.

<sniff>

[barely-bean.livejournal.com]

I like this. I like this a lot. Because as much as Lex wants Clark, he loves Clark more. And that's just really really awesome. Squee! Happycakes!

Re: <sniff>

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Lex is in love, he thinks it sucks. *g*

[ingridmatthews.livejournal.com]

Lovely as always, zahra! Poor Lex. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't, damned if he just stands there and decides. Mmmmm.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

But you know, even when he's indecisive he's hot!

[fleegull.livejournal.com]

That Lex! Anything for love,

And *it's* killing him! It shouldn't be funny and oddly endearing but it is.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't be funny and oddly endearing but it is.

see, that's my fault. i've been sitting on this title for ages, and i was going to make it a post 'heat' humour piece, but i just couldn't bring myself to do it. and then before i knew it 'red' was upon me and i wanted angst! but goddamnit, this mess happened instead. can you tell the story is feeling like it has multiple-personality issues?

[evil-man.livejournal.com]

perhaps he should do something to get his Clark back.

I know what he should do *eg*
What ??? I have layers !!!
I wasn’t implying that he should have his way with him, I was merely commenting on how Lex could...

*pause*

Oh who am I kidding *BG*
Lovely story, Z.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I wasn’t implying that he should have his way with him, I was merely commenting on how Lex could...

you and i were thinking the exact same thing, you know it, and i know it. handcuffs!

what?

Re:

[evil-man.livejournal.com]

you and i were thinking the exact same thing

I guess it would be too late to feign innocence ???
*eg*

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I guess it would be too late to feign innocence ???

i suspect it would work better if we had any to feign.

[cyclogenesis.livejournal.com]

Excellent character study. So very much what I could see Lex thinking during that scene. And, cars! Eee!

If Clark had strode into his office twelve months ago wearing *that* suit and looking *that* fuckable, Lex would have bent *himself *over backwards and demanded to be fucked.

I cannot possibly express how much I worship that sentence. I mean, fuck. ::whimpers::

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

sweetie, you know lex without the cars just isn't lex. *g* i'm glad you liked the story!

"..Can't Help Lovin' That Man Of Mine.."

[just-jane-doe.livejournal.com]

Poor Lex. You've really got him pegged in this one. I loved your story - and there are just so many stories and sorting through them can be a real pain in the ass - but your story stands out because it is really, really good. I love your Lex. Character continuity is a big thing and you really did a wonderful job. I love this line "...He’s already in love with a teenager who might be a pyromaniac and has a Messiah complex..." that's just so perfect. Ever the junkie, I'll be looking for more fic from you:)

Rock On,

PKG

Re: "..Can't Help Lovin' That Man Of Mine.."

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I'm thrilled that you enjoyed the story so much, thank you for all your kind words.

[ethrosdemon.livejournal.com]

The question here is what Lex thinks Clark was up to? I mean, what did Lex think happened to the 'real' Clark? Where did this sexbot secret him way? What would be a fucking viable explanation? Why didn't Lex just say "Cut the shit, Kent. When did you become rough trade?" I mean REALLY? Lex is known to mince words and all.

This is all very true, what you say here. You are being maybe too nice to Lex, though. I see no hint of evil or the need to force people into his own mold of them. Are you getting openly romantic?

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Why didn't Lex just say "Cut the shit, Kent. When did you become rough trade?" I mean REALLY? Lex is known to mince words and all.

Well, if I thought you wouldn't kick me out the house for asking you to beta Lex/Clark you might have an answer to that, but alas, no.

Are you getting openly romantic?

EXCUSE ME?! WTF? ::pulls out wand and pokes kassie in the ribs:: you and me and a wizard's duel, come here so i can make you spit slugs or something.