Cry Me A River- AU Smallville Fanfic
Title: Cry Me A River
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark; Lexana (implied)
Spoilers: General spoilers for season 5.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: A Red K-influenced Clark seeks revenge on the woman who broke his heart... and Chloe gets taken along for the ride.
Warnings: READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. If you're not into that, then don't read. Other than that, there's a bit of strong language. You have been warned.
Notes: Takes place after the events of Lockdown.
You were my sun
You were my earth
You didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
Made other plans
But I bet you didn't think that your thing would come crashing down, no
You don't have to say, what you did
I already know
I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it?
~Cry Me A River- Justin Timberlake~
"Clark, this is a bad idea. A VERY bad idea." Chloe said loudly.
"It's the only way that what needs to be done will be done." Clark declared, looking expressionless.
"Red K is NOT the answer, Clark." Chloe grabbed his arm as they walked through the woods. "Please don't do this."
"I'm doing it anyway." he said through clenched teeth. "I have to have some sense of closure."
"So, what, are you gonna get hopped up on Red K and kill Lex?" She stared at him in disbelief.
"No." He stopped walking and turned to look at her. "I just... I wanna creep her out a little. And upset her. Maybe just give her a taste of her own medicine. And I have to have the red stuff to do it. It makes me lose my inhibitions." He started walking again. "Which is just what I need right now."
"Clark..." She sighed, biting her lip. "What makes you think I'm gonna help you?"
"Because I'm asking you to. And I know that's all it takes." He suddenly stopped walking and seemed to stare at the ground a few feet away. "There. There's a piece there. Get it, tie the string around it, and then stuff it in your purse."
She gave him one last pleading look, begging him with her eyes not to do it. It did her no good, and with another sigh, she walked a little ways out and dug through the grass until she found the little red rock. She tied the black leather string around it, as he'd instructed, and then stuffed it in the bottom of her purse, under a little scrap of lead that she, for some reason, was convinced to keep in it.
She walked back over to him, and crossed her arms. "So what are you gonna do? Pull a J.T. on her?"
They started walking back toward Chloe's car.
"A what?" Clark raised an eyebrow.
"J.T. Justin Timberlake. Are you gonna break into her house and make a mess and then stalk around her place?" She gave him a look.
"Doesn't sound like too bad of an idea." he said.
"Clark... What's gotten into you?" she wondered. "This isn't you. You wouldn't do this."
He looked over at her, hurt in his eyes. "She cheated on me, Chloe. With a guy I used to refer to as a best friend. And it happened more than once."
"Yeah, but the Clark Kent I know wouldn't try to get back at her." Chloe grabbed his arm again. "Are you sure this is what you want? What if you get caught? Wouldn't look too good for the Senator's son to be arrested for breaking and entering."
"WE won't get caught." he said, and she stared at him. "Come on. Let's go." He pulled her towards her car, and she shook her head, wondering why she was going along with this.
It started to rain on the way to Metropolis, and Chloe had had to bring the top up on her convertible.
It was still raining when they reached the house Clark was about to break into.
They parked at the curb half a block down, and waited.
Clark looked at the house and shook his head, whistling. "That was Nell's house?"
"Yeah." Chloe nodded slowly. "She gave it to Lana three weeks ago, when she and her husband decided to move to Chicago."
The door of the house opened, and out came a tiny brunette and a bald man. They ran for the silver Porsche that was in the driveway, and quickly got in.
As the car backed out, the letters on the license plate were in plain view. LX LUTHR.
The car sped away, and Chloe looked over at Clark. "Now what?"
"I go in, you wait five minutes, and then follow me." He held out his hand. "Give it to me."
She bit her lip and reached into her purse for the Red K.
She handed it to him, string and all, and she saw something in his face and eyes change. His eyes turned a near blood red, and when the red faded, mischief filled them.
He quickly tied the rock around his neck, then looked back at her.
She gasped in surprise when his mouth suddenly landed hard on hers, and when he pulled back, he smirked.
"You be a good girl and do what I say, and there just might be more where that came from." he said in a low voice, and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.
He quickly disappeared from the car, and she leaned her head back on the seat, taking in a deep breath.
Clark snuck around the back of the house and got in through a rather large window, which he shattered to pieces.
He went through the house, ransacking it.
When he came across a picture of himself and Lana sitting on a shelf in the living room, he picked it up.
"I can't believe I actually believed you all these years. I actually believed that you loved me." He shook his head. "Never again." He threw the picture across the room, and it hit the wall, shattering the frame, then fell to the floor.
He sauntered over to the front door, unlocking it, and then started up the stairs.
He wandered into the main bedroom, and found himself digging in the dresser drawers.
He raised an eyebrow when he discovered a wooden paddle hidden beneath a pair of bikini underwear.
"Damn. She's kinky." he muttered, then snickered. "Must have been his idea."
He looked into the next drawer and found a handheld video camera. The film in it was unused, and a naughty smile covered Clark's lips as an even naughtier idea popped into his head.
When Chloe tried to open the front door, she was surprised to find it unlocked.
When she went in, she looked around, and shook her head. Clark had seriously messed up the house, and there seemed to be glass scattered nearly everywhere.
She wandered up the stairs, looking for him. "Clark?" she muttered.
He heard her, and quickly sat on the bed.
She peeped around the bedroom door. "You almost done here?" she wondered.
"Not quite..." His eyes wandered over her. "Come here."
She raised an eyebrow and walked into the room.
"Closer." he muttered, and she moved to stand next to him.
He suddenly grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him.
"Clark!" she muttered, her eyes flying wide. "What are you doing?"
"What I want." he murmured, his lips brushing over her jaw. His next words were spoken loudly. "I want to make hot sweet love to you... right here, right now." His hands trailed over her behind, and she gasped, jumping slightly. He smirked. "What do you say?"
Her head was starting to spin from the intoxication of feeling his body pressed so tightly to hers, and she found herself giving in.
She kissed him hard on the lips, her hands ripping his t-shirt down the front. She kissed the side of his neck, shoving the shirt off, and he glanced up at where he'd perfectly positioned the video camera. There was no way Chloe would ever see it.
He scooted further back onto the bed, pulling her with him, and then ripped open her blouse, causing her to gasp again. His mouth clamped over hers, and he tasted the moan she let out when his hands covered her breasts. She started to pull off what remained of her blouse, but he stopped her.
"Don't bother..." He smirked again, and she caught his hidden meaning.
He hiked up her skirt a bit, and she didn't bother to look down as she heard his zipper coming down. She felt his hand push against the fabric of her panties, and the next thing she knew, he was buried deep inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, her body adjusting to both his sudden movement and his size. She hadn't even gotten a look, but she knew. And how.
His lips touched her ear. "We need to make this nice and quick... think you can handle that?" His tongue ran over her earlobe, and she nodded silently. "Good." he muttered, and began to move his hips against hers.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, and she moaned loudly. She hadn't realized just how much she'd needed this.
He suddenly slammed his hips hard into hers, and she screeched. She was already close, and she couldn't believe it.
Her hands moved down to wander over his chest, and then moved around to rest on his back.
Her face fell against his chest as she lost control, muffling the loud moan that fell from her lips.
He came right behind her, as her fingernails dug into his back.
She panted heavily, shaking in his arms.
He gave her a hard smack on her rump. "Maybe you should head back to the car. I'll be out soon." He could have easily gone another round, but he knew they needed to get out of there soon.
She slowly, regretfully climbed off him, and hated the loss she felt immediately.
He watched as she left, and stood, zipping his jeans back up. He looked down at his ripped shirt laying on the bed, and shrugged.
He reached up fore the video camera and smirked to himself.
Chloe slipped out of the house, and back to her car in a matter of minutes.
She reached into the backseat and grabbed her jacket, quickly putting it on and buttoning it to cover her exposure.
She glanced up and saw Lex's car pulling up into the driveway.
"Oh, crap..." she muttered. "He is so about to get caught." She couldn't think of any way to help him. "Come on, Speedy. Move it."
She watched as a very tired-looking Lana got out of the car, and went inside.
She didn't even bother to turn a light on, and immediately thundered up the stairs and to the bathroom, which connected with the main bedroom.
Clark peeked around the door as the little brunette undressed, and then got into the shower.
He stood and just watched her for a moment.
She felt eyes on her, and then turned, cracking open the shower door.
No one was there.
She stepped out of the shower, turning it off, and reached for her robe, which hung nearby.
She heard a noise in the bedroom and she pulled it on.
"Hello?" she called out, and heard nothing.
She stepped into the bedroom, and puzzlement filled her face when she saw the little video camera connected to the big screen TV in the room.
A note was taped to the TV, and she pulled it off. It read PLAY ME.
She pressed the button, and was surprised to see Clark sitting on her bed, pulling Chloe into his lap.
As she watched, her jaw dropped and her eyes wide, she had no idea that Clark was standing behind her.
She saw Chloe rip Clark's shirt off, and then glanced over at the bed, where the shirt layed, then back at the TV.
One tear escaped her eye as she saw Clark and Chloe having sex on HER bed, and Clark smirked from where he stood behind her.
"Now it's your turn to cry." His voice whispered into her ear, and she jumped, spinning around.
No one was there.
Her eyes were wide, and filled with tears as she looked around the room.
Clark suddenly appeared in the passenger's seat of Chloe's car, and when he spoke, she jerked in surprise.
"Go."
Her hand went over her heart. "Geez..." She glared over at him. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were gonna get caught."
"That could NEVER happen, Chloe." he said with a grin as she started the car.
He untied the leather string, and the red Kryptonite fell from his neck.
As she dropped it back into her purse, she saw his eyes change again, and knew he was back to normal when he looked over at her and blushed.
"Did we really just have sex on Lana's bed?" he whispered, and she nodded. He looked down, his cheeks on fire, and she looked away, starting down the street. "Chloe...?"
His voice caught her attention, and she slowed the car to a stop. She glanced over at him, and was surprised when he leaned over and dropped a soft kiss on her lips.
She smiled slowly, and then sped around the corner.
And there Lana stood in her driveway, her jaw dropped, tears spilling over her cheeks, having seen the kiss her ex-boyfriend had shared with his best friend.
"Now it's your turn to cry."