Fandom/Characters/Ship: Superman(2025), DCU - Superman, Lex Luthor
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 259
Warnings and Tags: Stalking, Voyeurism, longing, twisted emotions, obsession, love sick Lex, sexual tension, pinning, unresolved sexual tension, oblivious Clark Kent, unrequited lust, unrequited crush, quick writings
Summary: Lex stalks Superman, for research.
Inspired by the @fanfictionlibrary01 drabble prompt: longing
Author Notes: It was my birthday yesterday, and I'm still relaxing and writing! So in the spirit of favorites, have a little love sick Lex.
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For Research
It was research.
That's what he told himself constantly. As he watched camera feed after camera feed of Superman. His head resting on his chin as he studied him.
Lex didn't really have to watch, he supposed. His team was well-trained, educated, and capable of cataloging Superman's every move, but he needed to see.
He just needed to.
Lex needed to watch him, spot the crack within the perfect physic, the perfect hair, the smile, and the kindness. The endless boundless niceness that no matter the species couldn't be real.
He couldn't be. He couldn't be real.
His fingers flicked a switch, changing cameras. He couldn't possibly be so good, so perfect.
Lex tilted his head the other way as Superman flew closer to the newly selected camera. He swallowed the thickness in the back of his throat, leaning forward as Superman stopped to help a cat which had gotten caught in machinery. It was dirty and bleeding and Superman, the man who could jump buildings and punch through concrete, cradled it tenderly.
He didn't have to watch, but he couldn't be real.
Someone so powerful couldn't be so good. His hand shifted on his face, pinky toying with his lip as the lens followed the alien. Lex swallowed, blue eyes focused on him as he cared for the cat and got it help.
He didn't have to watch, but he couldn't be real.
Lex's lips curved into a grin, a finger toying his bottom lip as he shifted in his seat.
