Lex Luthor stood at the curved window of the Oval Office watching his wife chasing their five year old son, Alex and their three year old daughter, Lena in the gardens below. He could see they were laughing and having fun in the early summer warmth. It relaxed him to know they were happy.

It relaxed him more to see that their bodyguard was never more than a few feet away.

Lex smiled slightly as Lena bowled into Clark's legs and he swung her into his arms, twirling her around like an airplane. He could almost hear her shrieks of joy and wasn't surprised to see Alex clamoring for a ride, too.

When Clark traded kids with Lana, Lex turned back to the piles of work on his desk and sighed.

Ruling the country shouldn't mean this much paperwork.

At least today seemed to be peaceful. It was mid-afternoon and the sporadic California riots of the previous day were history. The country was quiet, at work and profitable. Unemployment was barely point six percent. Healthcare was free for all. Educational standards rose every year. They had clean burning fuel, inexpensive organic and healthy food, and, after legalizing drugs, controlled addicts.

And, yet, there were always those few malcontents, as evidenced by California. Since the first riot erupted in Star City, Lex knew who was behind it. Oliver Queen was a constant thorn in his side. All the former so called superheroes were because Clark wouldn't turn on them and bring them under control, to justice, or a quick death.

Lex didn't fight him on it. It was still amazing to him at times that Clark Kent, the boyscout, had joined him. After years of struggling to make the world better and watching too many people die or suffer, he'd had enough. Heartsick, he finally listened to Jor-El. Superman was born and revealed to the world and Clark began using his powers to make the United States, at least, better, safer.

Guided subtly by Lex, of course, though the president was under no illusion that Clark didn't know. He'd put Lex in power, after all. We he and several billion dollars.

His love for both he and Lana and that they returned it, helped ease Clark's fears and keep him on their side. Eight years before, the night before Lex and Lana's wedding, they'd come together, reached a satisfactory and extremely pleasant accord and set into motion all that had come to pass.

So, they lived in a quasi-military dictatorship and one Lex wasn't willing to give up as he headed into the first year of his second term, which wouldn't be his last as legislation was already in the works to make him president-for-life. The United States remained the greatest, most powerful nation in the world, only now it had Superman protecting it. Nuclear weapons were gone; who needed them when Superman could vaporize them with a glance? Super villains were imprisoned for life, safely away from the populace. The threat of Superman hung over the heads of everyone who thought to overthrow, invade or attack the United States.

And if Clark had the occasional pang of conscience, that was Lana's territory. She stood in the middle between the two opposite men. While Lex didn't particularly see himself as a 'black hat', he recognized the darkness in himself just as Clark was still full of light. Lana held them together, kept Lex from going too far, kept Clark from backing away. The United States prospered because she loved them both.

For the most part, the people were grateful. They had jobs, money, homes, education and healthcare for their children, plenty of food and clean water.

So deep in his memories, Lex didn't hear the door open and Lana's voice startled him.

"Something wrong?"

Looking up in surprise, he smiled and shook his head and watched his lovers enter his office—the only two who could do so without his specific permission. "The opposite actually and," he gestured to a large pile of folders containing briefings and reports on a variety of subjects, "an effort at procrastination."

Clark grinned and perched on a corner of the desk, facing Lex and turning his head to scan a pile. "Routine, routine, incredibly boring…"

Laughing, Lana slid onto her husband's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He nuzzled the side of her head, smelling the sunshine and fresh air mingled with her apple scented shampoo. "So, can we lure you away from the mundane?"

Lex sighed. "Unfortunately they multiply when I do that."

"If you didn't insist on knowing every little thing…"

Glowering at Clark, Lex kissed his wife's head, then nudged her off his lap. "I trust all of two people and they're here in this room. If I don't read these reports, then people start lying to me."

"People are generally better than that."

"Paranoia has a purpose."

Lana rolled her eyes and tugged Clark to his feet. "Lex, read your reports. Just please get through them before dinner. The children are looking forward to you eating with us and joining us for movie night. It's Despicable Me III."

Lex gave her a look of horror that was only partially fake. "We've seen that the last five movie nights. Don't I own Pixar? Can't they make something new?"

"Toy Story IV comes out in a couple weeks."

"I'll be so happy when the children are old enough to watch and understand documentaries."

Clark snorted a laugh. "You keep hoping for that, Lex."

"If you two would just watch the History Channel with me on occasion and set a good example…"

"I like Ice Road Truckers," Lana teased.

Lex groaned. "Why do I allow a free media again? That's not history."

"You allow a free media because most of them support your policies," Lana said.

"And it's the right thing to do," Clark added, giving him that look.

Lex allowed it to pass without comment—it wasn't worth arguing about when Clark got sanctimonious, it only made him even more so—and shrugged in acknowledgment because he knew that the media and press were as concerned with their own survival as much as the truth. That he allowed the Planet to continue to rail against him only served his own purpose as coming across as allowing criticism.

To an extent.

It helped that, through various subsidiaries and shell companies, he owned sixty one percent of the media outlets in the country.

"Go away, both of you, and let me get through at least one of these stacks."

"Two hours, Lex, and then we're coming back to drag you to dinner," Lana warned with a smile, taking Clark's arm and leading him back out of the office.

With a heavy sigh, Lex opened the first folder. Oh joy. Asparagus subsidies.

As they walked up the stairs to the family wing, Clark discreetly one step behind her, Lana's cell phone rang. Pulling it from her pocket, she answered it with a chagrined look. Only a few people had her private number.

"Hello, Chloe."

As she stopped on a landing, Clark headed on up to give her some privacy but monitored her for any signs of stress. Chloe was their friend but she did work for the Planet. She wasn't as rabidly anti-Luthor as Lois, but she usually managed to make Lana upset over something.

He waited for her at the entrance to their suite, hands in his pockets, his stance casual in appearance. The guard at the door stared straight ahead, on alert. It bothered him that there was a guard, but he knew it made Lex feel better to have an active Secret Service.

He also knew that in the man's pocket was a lead-lined box containing a small amount of green kryptonite. It wasn't that Lex didn't trust Clark because he did. It was more likely that someone would do something to Clark and make him attack. For an invulnerable alien, he had too many vulnerabilities and too many of Lex' enemies knew how to exploit them.

Clark mentally shuddered as he recalled the red K incident the year before.

Although, once it was obvious he meant them no harm, Lex and Lana had thoroughly enjoyed being tied to the bed.

"What are you smirking about?" Lana asked lightly, then nodded at the guard who opened the door.

Once they were inside and behind soundproof panels, Clark swung Lana into his arms and buzzed his lips against her neck, making her laugh. "Tying you up."

"Um…kinky." Wickedness glittered in her eyes and she toyed with the hair at his nape as she pointed them to their bedroom. "The kids should be napping. We have time."

He swung them both into the bedroom with the massive king size bed loaded with pillows and a fluffy duvet. "Maybe we can encourage Lex to join us sooner. Give him some inspiration to get through those reports." Placing her in the middle of the bed, he took out his phone and turned on the camera.

Lana grinned and wriggled, letting her arms drape over her head. "Tie me up, Clark."

Nearly an hour later, Lex received an email from Clark. When he opened it, Lana was revealed, hands tied to the headboard with silk rope, her nude body glistening with sweat, her lips swollen from kisses. There were teeth marks on her neck and finger bruises on her breasts and she was shaking, a look of complete bliss on his face.

He knew that look.

She'd just orgasmed.

"Cheaters," he groaned as his trousers tightened. They'd started without him and were playing games.

Clark didn't often play games.

Intrigued, he sped through the last three files, signing his name almost blindly. As he finished with the last one, another email arrived, this one with a picture of Clark feeding his cock to Lana, her lipstick coating the tip as she sucked.

His own cock throbbed and he jerked his jacket on to hide his erection as he hurried out of his office.

When Lex burst into the bedroom, it was to the sound of Clark growling as he came down Lana's throat. Lex tore of his clothes and pounced on the bed with the energy of a much younger man thanks to his own kryptonite exposure. Landing half on Clark, he pushed him down and Clark went willingly, kneeling across Lana and falling to his elbows. Lex could see that Clark had prepared himself with lube and he was inside him with a hard thrust.

"If we end up at war…" he threatened through clenched teeth as his hands caught Clark's hips and his own started to pump.

Clark laughed and used his heat vision to burn the ropes holding Lana down. Wriggling around, she had one hand on his cock and the other between her legs before Lex could retort.

At the erotic sight, he snapped his mouth shut and concentrated on bringing them all off at the same time.

He was a master at orchestration, after all.

An hour or so and multiple orgasms for all three of the lovers later, and after a leisurely shower in the very large marble and gold bath, they were casually dressed and exited the bedroom. Lana danced ahead to fetch the children and Lex and Clark held hands as they entered the family dining room. In this wing of the White House there was no need for discretion. The few servants allowed inside were completely loyal to Lex and no one would leak any of their secrets.

"Despicable Me III, Despicable Me III," chanted Alex as he marched into the room.

Carrying Lena, Lana chided, "After dinner and you have to eat your veggies."

Alex made a face.

"You want to grow up big and strong like me, right?" Clark said, lifting the boy into his booster chair.

"I'm going to rule the world like daddy."

"I hate to tell you this, Alex, but world rulers eat their vegetables and drink all their milk."

Alex made a face at his father but shrugged in resignation.

"I wanna rule the world, too," Lena proclaimed as she carefully picked up her plastic cup of milk.

"You can't. You're a girl."

Chuckling lightly, Lex sat at one end of the table as Lana took her place at the other, with Clark across from the children. "No one said a girl can't rule the world, Alex."

"Veggies, girls, it's unfair. I want minions."

"Me too!"

"They are definitely your children," Clark teased as he took a bowl of green beans from Lana with a smile of thanks.

"God help the world," Lana replied lightly, smiling affectionately at her children and then at her husband.

"God helps those who help themselves," Lex said, smiling back and placing a piece of ham on Alex' plate.

As plates were filled and they started to eat, the children's chatter interspersed with his lovers talking about lunch with Chloe the next day, Lex sipped a glass of wine and mused at how right all of this felt.

So many things could have gone differently. He'd been about to lose Clark's friendship and then Clark had finally revealed the truth about himself and everything had changed, righted like a capsizing ship. Lana had stood between them and taken their hands and they'd forged this future.

Lex knew that there would be times, as there had been already, when Clark grew uncomfortable with being the power behind the throne. Lex would go too far at something and Clark would balk.

But, Lana would be there to smooth things over and keep them together.

First thing, though—after movie night—was making sure Chloe wasn't up to something, if it was just lunch, or a fishing expedition. Maybe it was time to encourage his medic, Davis', interest in her. He could keep her too busy to meddle.

Now if only some man would be willing to take on Lane.

Lex mentally shuddered at the thought of her eating some poor bastard alive, then smirked to himself.

Maybe his father…

"Stop plotting at the dinner table," Lana chided.

"I was just thinking that dad needs a girlfriend."

"How…No, not thoughtful of you, not where Lionel's concerned," Clark said with suspicion. "What are you up to?"

Lex blinked innocently. "Everyone should be as happy as we are."

"Mom is happy with Perry."

"Did I say anything about Martha?"

Lana and Clark's looks were interrupted by Alex chiming in with, "Why does grandpa Lionel need a girlfriend? Girls are yucky."

"Are not!"

Clark smiled. "You'll change your mind when you get a bit older."

"Or he could be like his Macedonian namesake," Lex mused.

Lana rolled her eyes.

"Ruler of the world!" Alex yelled with a grin.

"Me too!" Lena had to add.

"There can be only one." The kids started bickering about which one of them would rule the universe and Lex sat back with a grin on his face.

"Now we're Highlander," Clark murmured to Lana with a grin.

"Fencing," Lex suggested, nodding at his son.

"I think we'll stick to tae kwon do for a couple more years, Lex. He's a bit young for swords."

"I wanna sword."

"And you are, too, missy," Lana laughed.

"I ate all my yucky beans, can we watch the movie now?"

Lex leaned over to inspect the plate. "I see green under those mashed potatoes. Good job at keeping a straight face while lying, but sloppy cover up." Ignoring his son's face, he heaped another scoop of green beans onto his plate. "Second helpings, I'm afraid."

Giggling in joy that her brother got caught, Lena stuck a bean in her mouth using her sticky fingers. "I like beans. Why I'm gonna rule the world."

"Doesn't anyone want to be a fireman? Or a teacher?"

Both kids turned their attention to Clark and chimed in unison, "Boring."

"Your father wanted to be a scientist."

"All a part of my evil plan," Lex countered.

"To rule the world," the kids laughed.

"Everyone needs to eat or it'll be bedtime before we get to the movie."

Mom's word was law and little heads turned down towards plates.

Lex smiled smugly and Clark leaned over to murmur, "I don't know who's scarier. You or Jor-El."

"Pride in our children is ingrained."

"Pompous…butt."

Snickering, Lex poured them both more wine. "Fortify yourself. We're only a few minutes from minions."

Making a face of horror, Clark downed his glass.

They really did need to find new subjects for kids' movies. Too many sequels and you lost the plot. Lex mused that he'd call Pixar the next day and get them on something original. A few creative threats…

"Maybe a Green Arrow movie where's he's a bumbling idiot. Oh wait…" He smiled innocently at Clark's glower.

At the other end of the table, Lana giggled behind her hand and decided they all deserved ice cream sundaes for being so entertaining at dinner tonight.

Life was good, all three adults thought at different times as they finished the meal in companionable silence.

The kids' thoughts were equally simple.

Alex still wanted to rule the world.

Lena had moved on to wanting to rule the universe 'cause it was bigger.