Lex acts embarrassed that Churchill follows him around all the time. In front of people Lex pretends to be cold and unattached, but secretly he loves the dog to death.

When it's just Churchill and Lex at the penthouse, Lex lets Churchill sleep in the bed with him, even though the dog has his own room. He gives Churchill kisses and lets Churchill lick his face, but he'd deny it under oath.

One time, Clark accidentally stepped on Churchill's tail, and Lex withheld sex for a week. Clark is now very *very* careful around Churchill.

At night when Clark and Lex curl up on the couch together to watch tv, Churchill snuggles between them. Clark never says anything when Lex slips Churchill potato chips, choosing instead to look at Lex out of the corner of his eye with amusement. Lex merely stares straight ahead, nonchalantly, ignoring Clark.

When Churchill had his first shots at the vet, Lex got very pale and stepped away. Clark chose not to mention the sniffling coming from the corner of the room, but later he rewarded Lex with a blowjob for remaining calm.

One day Clark came home from work to find Churchill in the tub, pathetically wet and whining, and Lex slumped over the toilet, dripping even more water from his silk shirt. Lex glared at Clark as best he could, although it looked more like an exhausted plea.

Clark took pictures. Lex didn't have the energy to threaten him, but Clark hid them at the back of his underwear drawer anyway.

***

Last week, there was a huge two-page spread in the Inquisitor of Lex and Churchill at the park. One shot was of Lex lying on the ground, laughing, while Churchill pawed playfully at his tie. There was also a shot of Lex and Churchill in what suspiciously appeared to be a cuddle.

Lex bought out all the copies of the Inquisitor in Metropolis.

The reporter *and* the photographer found their asses on the curb before noon.

***

Right now they're all three sprawled on the couch, watching the X-Men for the umpteenth time. Clark's trying hard to snuggle his head in Lex's lap, but Churchill has beaten him to it. Lex merely raises an eyebrow when Clark protests with a pout. Clark settles for leaning against Lex's side with Lex's hand tangled in his hair.

Lex's other hand is petting behind Churchill's ears.

Clark thinks of making a crack about Lex's Boys. Somehow, he doesn't think that would go over well. The thought of it being a headline in the Daily Planet makes him grin, though. He could even find a cute photo from when Churchill was a puppy. Maybe the time they all went to the farm and Lex freaked out when Churchill ran through the field with cows lumbering behind him.

Clark's sure that would mean no sex for a *month*.

Clark knows better than to tell people what goes on inside the private home of Lex Luthor.

As for Churchill? He's not talking.