Everything You Wanted- AU Smallville futurefic
Title: Everything You Wanted
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark; Kaloe; "Clois"
Spoilers: General spoilers for the series, as well as a slight bit of speculation.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, Clark and Chloe would have gotten together a freaking long time ago. So, yeah, whatever.
Summary: She became everything he wanted her to be... and it's still not enough.
Warning(s): 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: This story's roots begin in Gone, and some parts indicate a totally different version of early season six. The Chlois Theory is in full effect here, so if that's not your thing, I highly suggest not to read. This story is very dark, possibly the darkest story I've ever written. I'd like to thank ivorykiss for helping me work my ideas out for this, and for helping me locate my inner "darksmut! force". Feedback is most certainly love.
He eyed her as he stood by the window, his jaw clenched, the moonlight shining in on his handsome face, illuminating his features.
He turned toward her a little more, a small amount of anger in his bluish-green eyes. "I can't do this anymore, Chloe." There was a certain calm in his voice, but yet his words were bathed in a certain darkness. The way he spat her name at her sent a chill up her spine.
Her brows furrowed as she stepped closer, her curly brown hair bouncing on her shoulders a bit. "Clark, what the hell do you want from me?" She couldn't help but raise her voice at him. This was serious. They were talking about their future together.
"I want the woman I fell in love with back!" he shouted. "That's all I've been wanting for the past six months!"
"Well, I'm the woman you made me Clark... so if I'm not the woman you fell in love with, it's your own fault!" She shot back at him, crossing her arms. "YOU were the one who wanted me to be Lois Lane, star reporter, one of the bitchiest brunettes in Metropolis. I became what you wanted me to be, and yet that's not good enough for you."
He glared at her. "You're out of danger. You have been for months now. You could go back to being Chloe Sullivan. I highly doubt Lex could do anything to you from Death Row."
"Damn it, Clark... are you really this damn stupid?" She stared at him incredulously. "I STILL AM Chloe Sullivan. I'm YOUR Chloe Sullivan. But I'm Lois Lane now, too. I'm your creation. And you're gonna have to live with that."
He eyed her again. "No... I don't have to." His voice came out in a low growl, and he looked at her for a moment longer before turning away from her.
In an instant, she realized the truth.
He was going to leave her.
After four years together, Clark was about to leave her.
As he stepped toward the door, walking slowly, her mind flashed back to what had started this entire mess.
Two and a half years before, Chloe and Clark had been happy... more than happy.
After the world had nearly ended at the hands of Zod, Chloe's near-relationship with Jimmy Olsen, and Chloe's fling with billionaire/part-time superhero Oliver Queen, Clark had finally admitted his feelings to her, and they had finally gotten together. Even his year away for training at the Fortress shortly after hadn't torn them apart.
They were happy, and they were in love. All was well... until Lex Luthor had gone and disrupted things.
Chloe had been onto something. Something big. And Lionel had left her documents at his death that helped her with that something. She discovered she was sitting on a huge story... one that could forever shut down Luthorcorp and send Lex to prison.
Lex had discovered this, thanks to Lana, who suddenly had no problem ratting out her former roommate. Lex had tried to kill Chloe. He would have succeeded if Clark hadn't gotten to her in time.
Clark had always feared for Chloe's life, especially after she'd discovered his secret, and he'd always thought that if anyone tried to kill Chloe, it'd be because of that. He never dreamed it'd be because of dream career. But now... he'd do anything he could to protect her.
She'd been beyond miffed when he'd told her that he thought she should hide out.
"I'm not going to take this sitting down, Clark." She argued. "I'm not gonna let him get away with what he's doing."
"Then what about living under an alias?" He'd asked after a minute or so of thought. "You could still work on bringing him to justice, and you could move with your new identity, and you'd be safe. If you wanted, I could move with you."
"Clark... even if I had an alias... he'd figure out it was me... think about it." she'd said. "Some random girl pops up with the same information as me... yeah, he'd know."
"Not if the girl wasn't so random... and hew already knew of her existence."
"What are you saying, Clark?"
"Lois... you could be Lois Lane."
She'd stared at him, open-mouthed.
Lois Lane had been Chloe's cousin. She'd come to Smallville years before when Chloe had been presumed dead, and had been murdered by a meteor freak just before Clark had found Chloe alive. Only Clark and Chloe had known the circumstances of Lois's death, and those circumstances had been so strange, they had doubted anyone would believe them. Lois Lane had existed, but to the world at large, she'd mysteriously disappeared. And Lex Luthor had never even seen her.
After some convincing from Clark, and a talk with both Lois's father, a general in the army, and Chloe's editor at the Daily Planet, Chloe Sullivan went missing, and Lois Lane came back into existence.
Chloe had dyed her gloriously blonde locks a dark chocolate brown, and in public, she wore contacts to change her blue eyes to a brown that matched her hair.
The new Lois showed up two counties away, working at one of the Daily Planet's partner offices. Clark had show up two weeks later, and had moved in with her.
Almost immediately, he'd told her that if she was going to live as someone else, she needed to act as someone else.
So she did just that.
She went from snarky and sarcastic to almost snotty and nearly bitchy. She made people afraid of her, she intimidated people. It was all part of one powerful facade.
She and Clark were pretty much on the same level now-- they both were trying to hide and protect who they truly were, and only had each other to confide in.
Clark was so pleased with Chloe, so happy she'd done everything he'd asked so that he could help protect her. He showed his appreciation for it all in so many ways, both emotionally and physically. He'd do anything she'd ask of him, and make love to her whenever and however she asked him to. She'd given up the life she knew because he'd ask her to, and in return, he gave her all of him-- every last bit of himself, so completely. Even if he wasn't in the mood, or just wanted to sleep, he'd do anything for her.
*In the beginning
The nights were long
Under the moonlight
I could do no wrong
You told me
I was everything you wanted me to be*
It took a year before things were safe enough for Chloe and Clark to move back to Metropolis, and it was then that Chloe had finally printed her story, as Lois Lane.
As she worked to make sure that Lex went to prison, Clark couldn't help but notice a change in the woman he'd loved.
Her "facade" was beginning to melt, beginning to bleed down into the core of who she was. In her personal life, she had started to act a bit more like "Lois" than Chloe. The toll of living a double life was damaging her. The two halves of who she was now were beginning to blend together. And Clark didn't like it one bit. In fact, he was beginning to hate it.
Once Lex was well on his way to prison, and headed to Death Row, Chloe was offered a top reporting job at the Planet for all her hard work. She'd accepted... but much to Clark's dismay, it was as Lois Lane.
"What's the point in keeping this up? You're safe now, Chloe. You can be who you've always been." It had been a plea, but Chloe hadn't recognized it.
"Lois Lane put Lex away, Clark, not Chloe Sullivan." She'd said with a smile. "This is who I am now."
After that, Clark had began to grow disgusted with her... especially with "Lois"'s attitude. He loved Chloe, but who she'd become disgusted him. It got to the point where he couldn't even make love to her. He couldn't even get the desire to because he was so turned off by her alter ego's personality.
He saw the pain in her eyes when he refused her one night, however, and the love he still had for her led him to do the near unthinkable.
He disappeared for several hours that night, and Chloe lie in bed, crying, wondering where he was.
*Then summer was over
And the nights grew cold
You got restless
And hard to hold
I tried to be
Everything you wanted me to be*
When he'd finally come home, she'd sat up in the bed, and found him standing in the bedroom doorway, staring at her with a newfound interest.
There was something different in his face, and in his eyes. Something she'd felt like she'd seen before.
Then she'd looked down, and saw a ring on his hand. It almost looked like one a pimp would wear, if the stone in it hadn't been bright red.
Her eyes widened. "Clark... that ring is made out of Red Kryptonite, isn't it?"
"So what if it is?" He moved closer to the bed. "This is your only option... Miss Lane. You have me, just as I am, or you have nothing."
"Clark... don't call me that."
"Call me Kal, and I won't."
She didn't even get a chance to agree to that before he'd pounced on her.
In a way, it sort of amused her-- Clark said she disgusted him, turned him off, but yet his bad side was more than just turned on. Maybe his dark half was just a manwhore, and would screw anything that came his way. It was just hilarious to think that a good boy like Clark Kent would have an inner womanizer.
That first time with Kal-- it had actually hurt her... emotionally as well as physically. It hurt her so much that the man she loved didn't even want to make love to her anymore, and had to drug himself before he could. And Kal was rough with her... a little too rough. Chloe was no virgin, but she wasn't so used to her body being so strained, so overworked, and the next morning, the signs of that were obvious, though Clark didn't seem to notice. There were bruises on her hips, and up one thigh. A bloody-looking bite mark was on one of her breasts, and she couldn't help but notice the circle of blood on the sheets. She was sore, and aching, and had trouble even sitting for a day or two.
But if Kal was all she got, she'd take him. And hopefully, he wouldn't hurt her as much as he had the first time.
For the past two months, all Chloe had gotten was Kal. Every time she'd begged Clark to make love to her, he'd gone to the little lead box on the dresser and taken out the Red Kryptonite ring he'd had made, and she'd end up having the hell banged out of her by his evil other half. She could still see Clark when she looked at him, though, and she decided that that would have to do.
Chloe felt her heart drop in her chest as he touched the doorknob.
Clark turned to look at her, his face caught between anger and an emotion she didn't quite recognize.
He felt like he'd created a monster. Maybe he had. But running away wasn't the answer. He should have known that. He needed to learn to live with it, and get over it.
But she knew how damned stubborn he was. He wasn't going to do that.
*Now you keep staring
At that open door
You got what you wanted
And you still want more
Well look at me
I'm everything you wanted me to be*
"Clark... please..." Her soft whisper was accompanied by tears filling her eyes. "Don't leave me..."
She loved him, God, how she loved him. That's one thing that hadn't changed, that would never change.
He shook his head. "I just can't do this anymore, Chloe."
"Clark... please... at least not right now... it's late..." she pleaded.
If she could only have him for one more night, she'd gladly take it.
He weakened a little. "Fine..." His voice was barely audible. "But I'm getting my things and sleeping in the guest room."
She nodded slowly, biting her lip, and when he started for the bedroom, she followed him.
His back was turned toward her as he looked for a pair of pajamas, and he didn't see when she reached for the little lead box on the dresser.
As he turned around to head out of the room, he found her standing in his way.
She took a step closer.
"Clark... I love you..." Her words shook, a small amount of fear bubbling to the surface. "And I hope you can forgive me for what I'm about to do."
Puzzlement filled his features as he stared down at her. "What are you talking about?"
She moved to stand right in front of him, one hand touching his chest.
Her hand slid upward, going up the middle of his chest, over the side of his neck, along his cheekbone, and then finally slid into his hair.
She yanked him down toward her, slamming her lips against his, a burst of passion engulfing her in an instant. Before he had a chance to pull back, she slipped the Red Kryptonite ring onto his hand. She tightened her grip on his hair, slowly opening her mouth and rolling her tongue over his lips.
She felt him change, and immediately heard a reaction from him. He let out a low grunt as his arms went around her. His mouth opened, and she shivered as his tongue met hers. Her other hand flew up to his cheek as a loud moan escaped her mouth, pouring into his.
She could hardly breathe when he pulled back, looking down at her with a smirk.
*If I don't keep you satisfied
You can't say that I haven't tried
And if I'm not what you want by now
For the life of me, I can't see how
I'll ever be
Everything that you want me to be*
"After one last thrill, huh?" Kal taunted, his tone low and deep, sending chills up her spine.
Chloe didn't really want "one last thrill", she wanted Clark back, but she doubted that would happen.
She said nothing, just stared up at him longingly. When she saw the sheer lusting forming in his eyes, something she never saw in her boyfriend's eyes anymore when he looked at her, she shivered again, and a rush of moisture slipped between her thighs.
In a burst of superspeed, he knocked her onto the bed. The movement made her gasp, and he let out a deep laugh.
"You should be used to that by now, Chloe." he said, leaning up on his knees beside her, getting rid of his shirt.
The rest of his clothes, as well as hers, were off and out of sight faster than she could blink.
She moaned softly as his mouth suddenly started to go down her body.
"Guess I better make it good for you, huh?" He breathed against her stomach, and she shivered yet again.
She let out another soft moan as his mouth hit her most sensitive flesh. His tongue wriggled out, teasing her, tasting her, and she spread her legs a little further apart for him. His licking and nipping made her whimper as his mouth moved lower. Her eyes squeezed shut as his tongue dipped between her soft feminine petals, and he made a small noise against her.
"Damn... slippery wet already." He let out a low, deep chuckle. "Just how I like it."
His tone alone made her whimper again. "Kal... please." She needed him inside her desperately, and right then. She didn't want to wait.
But Kal was cruel. Whatever she hinted or said she wanted, he always did the exact opposite.
He ignored her, as usual, and began to thrust his tongue in and out of her, slowly, teasing her again. He drove her crazy, and each little movement of his amazing tongue seemed to make her shiver, gasp, and moan all at once.
A low throb of need surged through her as his tongue left her, then found the sensitive little bundle of nerves a little higher up.
She moaned loudly for him as his lips moved around it, lightly starting to suck at it. Her hips bucked upward at his actions, and he tried to hold them down. More than likely, she'd awake to some nasty bruises there in the morning.
Her hips tried to raise again as her head fell back against the pillow, something between a moan and a shriek shooting out of her mouth as her body began to tremble.
She was still whimpering a little when he raised his head to look at her, licking his full lips. She caught sight of him, and nearly lost control again as she watched him.
A devilish smirk came over his features again as he moved back up her body, settling his weight between her thighs. He was suddenly teasing her again, moving his hips just enough to rub his length up and down her still moist slit. She shivered for what felt like the millionth time, her shoulders shaking, as a long moan caught in her throat.
His head lowered, and he ran his tongue along her jaw. His lips slowly went to her ear. "Chloe... do you want me to screw you, Chloe?"
She bit her lip. "O-Oh, God... Y-yes." She was so in need, she was actually close to tears.
"How bad?" His voice deepened another notch.
"C-can't you feel h-how bad?"
He was still rubbing against her, slowly, tauntingly.
"Just tell me how bad, and maybe I'll let you have me."
She whimpered again. "So bad, I'm burning for you. It hurts."
He reached between them, guiding himself to her opening, and flexed his hips just enough that only the head of his rock-hard shaft slipped into her. A barely audible moan came from her, and he clicked his tongue.
"Well, that's just no good. I need you a lot louder than that." he uttered, his voice still just as low and deep as before.
He pushed into her about another inch, then paused again, and she grunted in frustration.
"Damn it, Kal..." She trailed off, slowly opening her eyes, and muttered two words to him that she never had before. She needed this, and she'd do about anything to make him actually move.
He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Oh, Chloe, such a dirty little mouth..." He shook his head. "But say please and I will."
She looked him straight in the eye, desire swirling over and around her, and lowered her voice to the most seductive tone she could muster. "Please."
One long, hard thrust buried him so deeply inside her hot core that she almost couldn't tell where he ended and she began. And that was exactly what she'd wanted.
He groaned deeply into her ear as she enveloped him, and she felt another moan fall from her lips.
As he began to move against her, his hands guiding her legs tightly around his hips, she was surprised. For once, he wasn't going so damned fast, like he knew this was the last time, and he was trying to savor it just as much as she was. It made her wonder a little bit, but her thoughts almost immediately fell away. The way his hips were moving against hers was exquisite, and she couldn't think about or feel anything but his motions.
His hard, deep thrusts were so close to sending her into a frenzy, but she managed to contain herself. Her arms slipped around his neck, and she looked up at his face. His eyes were closed, and he looked so incredibly beautiful to her. The moonlight shone through the window, and the nearly see-through curtains, lighting up the face of the most stunning creature she'd ever known. Another moan rattled her throat as she raised her head, kissing his chin, then his lips.
*In the beginning
The nights were long
Under the moonlight
I could do no wrong
Remember me?
I was everything you wanted me to be*
He groaned, his tongue pushing past her lips, and gradually quickened his pace. His hands moved from her sides, slipping over her breasts. His fingers worked her nipples, and her head fell back, her mouth opening, a long moan slipping out. Her back arched, pushing the tender mounds of fleshed he teased further into his grip.
"You're close, aren't you?" His voice came out a little strained. "I can smell it." He slammed his hips into hers, and the sudden movement made her cry out. His lips lowered to her ear. "Come for me, Chloe." The low growl filled her head almost as much as his body filled hers.
He pulled out of her almost completely, and she whimpered at the loss. The whimper faded into a near scream as he slammed back into her. Her thighs began to tremble again, and she felt tears fill her closed eyes as he pounded into her. She wasn't crying because it hurt... she was crying because it felt so wonderful, and it was something she knew she'd probably never feel again.
*If I don't keep you satisfied
You can't say that I haven't tried
And if I'm not what you want by now
For the life of me, I can't see how
I'll ever be
Everything that you want me to be*
He slammed into her one long, hard last time, and his arrival roared through him as he threw his head back.
She trembled beneath him again and again, seemingly so many times, there was no way she could ever keep count.
As the waves of pleasure began to die down, she grabbed his face, pulling it down to hers, and kissed him passionately, her unshed tears finally spilling down her cheeks.
One hand moved down, pulling the ring off his hand. She dropped it somewhere on the floor, and slowly pulled her lips from his.
Their eyes fluttered open at the same time, and as he looked down at her, the unreadable look in his eyes broke her heart.
He moved off her, turning his back to her as he moved to lay beside her.
Tears struck her eyes again, and she sniffled. "I love you, Clark. I always have, and I always will."
When he said nothing, she turned over, her back facing his.
And as she lay there, sobbing and crying into her pillow, the moonlight spilling through the window onto their bed, one thing was clear.
When Chloe awoke in the morning, Clark would be gone.
*I'll never be
Everything you want...*