Lex Luthor

Back in his 'normal' life, Lex had never stopped to enjoy the simple pleasures. Of course, there were many who didn't believe that Luthors even knew what simple pleasures were, as they were too busy crushing people's lives with their Italian leather shoes before running over them in their exotic sports cars to return home to eccentric castles to drink ancient Scotch. And at home, Lex would have agreed with them, or at least, all of it except the first, which he happily left to his father.

Lex had gone from teenage rebellion straight into trying for once to be a responsible human being, so he'd never been on speaking terms with simple anything. Even his relationships with people, such as Clark and Helen, were more like miniature battles of tug of war then simple companionship they should have been.

But here on the island, it was so much simpler. A hand in a head of curly hair. The other gripping at the wall by said head of curly hair. Hips thrusting against just as responseive hips during a heated kiss against one of the outside Compound walls. Just the fact that Lex could suddenly pull Anatoly into a slightly secluded spot and pin him against the wall for a heated kiss just because he wanted to was simple joy enough. And if there was one thing Lex had always been good at, was taking advantage.