Those Three Words (Fourteen/?)

[xtremeroswellia]

Title: Those Three Words
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rating: R to NC-17 for language and sexual scenes
Pairing: Chlean (Chloe/Dean) :D
Characters: multi-fandom -- Smallville, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Neither of us own these characters. We're just borrowing them, so please don't sue!!

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Chloe bit her lower lip as she closed her bedroom door and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the phone on her table for a long moment before picking it up and dialing a number she'd never intended to call again. She held her breath as it began to ring.

Sam might have been glued to the TV, but Dean watched Chloe shut herself up in her room. Something was bothering her, he knew, but the fact that she didn't want to tell him bothered him more. And as much as he wanted to beat on the door until she answered, he somehow knew that would be the worst thing to do. So he resigned himself to watching TV and eating leftovers until she showed herself again.

The second Clark saw Chloe's cell number, he flipped open his phone and answered it. "Chloe?" he asked, hoping to God it was her.

She paused for a moment. "Hey, Clark," she said softly.

For a moment, Clark didn't know what to say. She'd been gone for six months, and this was the first time he'd ever gotten a call. "God, Chloe, it really is you," he whispered lowly, sitting down because his legs threatened to give out from underneath him. "Where are you?" he demanded immediately.

Avoiding that particular question for the time being, she attempted to divert his attention. "How's everything going in Smallville?"

Clark hesitated, not knowing exactly how to answer that. "Good, I guess," he finally replied, "though Lana's frantic over your leaving. She's not the only one, you know."

"How is Lois?" she asked, her voice growing softer.

"A wreck," Clark replied immediately, confused as to why she was calling him. "She's been looking for you, just like I have. Everywhere." He paused for a moment, waiting for her to say something. Anything. When she didn't, he sighed. "Chlo, why did you take off like that?"

"I had my reasons," she said quietly, thinking of her dad and flinching a little.

"And they were reasons you couldn't tell me? Lana? Lois?" Clark's voice was filled with the bitterness that accompanied that feeling of betrayal. His best friend had just up and left, not even bothering to see her father buried before she left town.

"Yes," she said simply, resting her free hand in her lap.

It took Clark a few moments to get his hurt and anger towards her under control. "I'm... glad to hear from you now," he said finally. "Why are you calling, after so long?"

Not relishing the reason she was calling, she gritted her teeth for a moment. "Because... I sort of need some help."

Clark inhaled his breath sharply. "Chloe, what's wrong? Of course I'll help you any way I can, but... what is it?"

She was silent for a few moments. "I'm having a vampire problem." She waited for his response.

Clark wasn't sure he's heard her correctly. "Vampire?" he asked, a little stunned. "Chloe, vampires don't exist... Well, aside from that time when Lana turned into one, but... " His voice trailed off, remembering how Chloe had left not too long after Lana recovered.

"Actually, they do, Clark. A lot of things exist people don't believe in," she said pointedly.

"This coming from the girl who started the Wall of Weird," he retorted with a laugh. "Haven't we had this discussion before? Seriously, Chlo, what do you mean by a vampire problem?"

"I mean... there's a badass vamp in town that I can't seem to kill," she said without thinking. "And if I don't stop it, it's gonna kill people, starting with me."

Clark was so startled by her words that he nearly dropped the phone. She was sounding eerily like him, he thought. "Uh, Chloe? How can you stop a vampire? No offense, but it's not like you have superpowers or anything."

A short, bitter laugh escaped her. "Look, I don't have time to explain right now, Clark. I'm in Cleveland. But you probably shouldn't superspeed here. I'm not alone."

"Not... alone?" Clark stammered, baffled at this person who sounded like his friend but was, in fact, not like her at all. "Who's with you?"

A smile tugged at her lips. "A couple of friends. No one you know."

"They why need me there if you have 'friends' there?" he asked, sad that he had obviously been replaced by someone else.

"Because as great as Dean and Sam are, they don't exactly have your abilities," she said quietly. "And I don't wanna die, Clark."

Clark didn't know what to say. Chloe was talking about not wanting to die, her friends staying with her were a couple of guys... none of what she said made sense. "OK," he said quietly, knowing he'd still do anything for her. "It'll take some maneuvering with Lana, and I'll have to avoid Lois for the rest of the day, but I can be there by nightfall."

She let out a breath. "Thanks. I appreciate it." She gave him her address.

"Guess I'll need to find a place to crash while I'm there?" he asked, trying hard not to sound bitter over the whole situation.

"I think there's room for one more person here," she said quietly.

Clark smiled, even though he knew she couldn't see it. "Thanks, Chlo," he said. "Mom'll be happy to hear you're okay. She's been asking about you a lot lately. At least now I can say I know where you are."

"Clark... please don't tell her where I am. Don't... don't tell anyone."

"Why not, Chloe?" he rasped. "There are still people here who love you and miss you."

Chloe shut her eyes. "Because it's too dangerous," she said softly.

Clark sighed and paused for a moment. "OK," he said finally, "but you owe me some sort of explanation when I get there."

She drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah. You'll get one."

Satisfied with her agreement for the moment, Clark said, "Alright, then. I'll see you around 8pm or so?"

"I'll see you then. Thanks, Clark." She slowly hung up the phone, staring at it for a long moment.

Sam was getting tired of watching Dean fidget, look at the clock, glance down the hallway, eat up and get either a drink or something to eat, only to ignore it to watch Chloe's door. "Dude, if you're that worried about her, why don't you go knock and see if she's okay?"

Dean looked sideways at his brother and tried shrugging his shoulders carelessly. "Who said I'm worried about her?"

"You did, you moron," Sam replied, not looking away from the TV. "Just... go check on her, please? And leave me alone?"

Rolling his eyes, Dean got up and walked down the hallway, irritated that his brother knew him too well. Knocking on the door lightly, he said, "Chloe? You alright?"

She heard Dean's voice and slowly rose to her feet, feeling nervous and uncertain and more than a little worried about how Dean would react to Clark showing up. It didn't occur to her then that she wasn't worried about what Clark thought of Dean. She opened the door, gazing at him wordlessly.

Dean took one look into her confused and scared eyes and knew something was seriously wrong. And he didn't know if he could help fix it. "What is wrong?" he asked. "We need to rest before we go out tonight."

She nodded slightly, hesitantly reaching out and taking his hand, slowly pulling him into the bedroom and shutting the door. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, sliding her arms around his waist.

Surprised by her kisses but leaning into them, he pulled her closer to him as they kissed, hugging her close to him. "Hey," he whispered when she pulled back a moment later. He stroked her cheek. "Talk to me."

"I just... need to be close to you right now," she whispered.

Chucking softly, he leaned down and kissed her again. "Got no problem with that," he growled in her ear, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against his body, feeling her soft curves melt into his hard body and feeling peaceful for the moment.

Closing her eyes, she wound her arms around him once more, pressing a soft kiss against his throat.

"Mmm, not planning on leaving your mark again, are you?" he asked suggestively, enjoying the feel of her lips on his neck. His hands slipped under her shirt to caress her back.

She didn't answer as she guided him back toward her bed, unable to shake the feeling of dread and lingering anxiety.

Though he willingly followed, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that something was deathly wrong... and Chloe's answer to whatever it was troubled him. He was having trouble concentrating, however, because she had pulled herself back onto the bed and was pulling him on top of her, kissing him and dragging off his shirt at the same time.

She kissed him, nibbling lightly on his lower lip as she discarded his shirt to the other side of the bed, not caring that it dropped onto the floor. She reached for the button on his jeans without hesitation.

As much as he wanted her as just that moment, as hard as his body was for hers, Dean was starting to have second thoughts... even as he pulled her shirt over her head and watched her struggle to move his jeans over his hips. He kissed her neck, nibbling on her earlobe as his hands moved over her body.

"Please," she whispered, pulling him closer as her body arched against his, her hands sliding down his bare back.

Her touch melted any other thought he had. She wanted him. He wanted her more. He helped her push his jeans and boxers off before tackling her own clothing, his body rigid, her own body hot and ready for his. Her hips were so insistent that he entered her quickly, without thinking about protection. Because neither wanted it, apparently. "Chloe," he hissed her name.

She quickly wound her legs around his waist, driving him deeper within her and causing both of them to moan. "Dean," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Oh God," he grunted, his thrusts into her coming faster and harder as he expertly brought them both over the edge, making her cry out his name as he crushed his mouth against hers. His climax came hard and fevered, nearly making him see stars as he emptied himself into her and their bodies began to cool.

Swallowing hard, a tear trickled down her cheek and she pressed another kiss to his cheek, her arms wound around him tightly.

"Hey.... Hey," Dean replied, feeling her tear splash onto his skin. He pulled her face to his and looked into her grief-stricken eyes. "Did I hurt you?" he whispered.

"No," she whispered, shutting her eyes. "No, you didn't hurt me."

A tender hand cupped her face. "Then what is it, baby?" he asked softly. "I didn't think it was that bad." He tried to joke but it fell flat against her despair.

A choked laugh escaped her. "Not at all." She pressed her lips to his once more, sliding a hand through his hair.

"Good," he whispered, holding her close and nuzzling her neck with his face. "Now are you going to spill it, or do I have to torture it out of you?" His playful yet serious voice was muffled against her body.

Her breathing slowly began to return to normal and that was the last thing she wanted. She shifted beneath him, slowly sliding one hand down his back again, her touch light and sensual.

"Chloe," he groaned, her touch igniting a fire in his body. He moved his body against hers, knowing she was doing this on purpose. "What are you doing?" he ground out as he kissed her neck.

She wound her legs around him once more, gazing up at him. "Being close to you," she whispered.

"Works for me," he managed to get out before her legs pushed his hips towards her, demanding and insisting. But holding himself back, he started moving his mouth down her body, marking her with each touch of his fingers and mouth.

She groaned involuntarily, realizing he did intend to torture her. She swallowed hard, her heartbeat already increasing once more.

Chloe writhed beneath him, making noises that he had never heard a woman make before. And oh how he enjoyed what he did to her. Tickling her sides just a little, he kissed a burning trail along her stomach.

She bit her lower lip, her fingers curling around the pillow beneath her head as she lifted her hips closer to him.

"Not yet, Chlo," he whispered as he dragged his lips across her skin, making her giggle and writhe with laughter as he continued tickling her. His hand touched her, spreading her legs open for him as he moved lower, nibbling along her inner thigh.

A short gasp escaped her and she bit down harder on her lip. The delectable torture he was putting her through might very well cause the death of her before the Turok-Han even had its shot.

Knowing Chloe was under his spell, Dean moved to her center and rubbed his finger on her nub, watching her move against him in pleasurable pain. Unable to help himself, he darted his tongue into her.

Oh God. She was going to die. Her cheeks flushing, she whimpered his name, drawing blood from her lower lip as she arched closer to his mouth.

Dean would have smiled if he hadn't been so focused on giving her the most intimate pleasure he was pretty sure she'd ever have. He grabbed a hold of her hips roughly, making them still so he could continue his attack on her. Never had he thought she would respond so much, he thought.

If there was any doubt who was in charge at the moment, said doubt was wiped away instantly as he grabbed her hips. "Dean, please," she choked out, a wave of pleasure washing over her.

"Come for me," he whispered against her, bringing her to her climax with his mouth, riding that wave with her as her hips moved against him. Several moments passed before she calmed down and he moved away. "How's that for close?" he asked, a satisfied look on his face as he tasted her on his lips.

Her body felt like a limp noodle but it didn't stop her from reaching out and pulling him closer, winding her legs around his waist. "We're not done yet," she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe.

Dean's body was hard against hers, and he groaned when she pulled him up roughly and attached herself to him. He ground his hips into hers, aching to be one with her. Growling, he turned them over so she was on top. "No?" he asked, smiling. "Show me how we're not done."

Her eyes were dark with need and desire and she settled herself onto him, closing her eyes briefly as she began to move on top of him, feeling him lift his hips to meet her halfway. She rested her hands against his chest.

God, she wasn't wasting any time, he thought briefly as he watched her move on top of him, riding him with abandonment. His hands moved up her stomach, cupping her breasts and massaging them while she continued to move.

She rocked against him, swallowing hard and giving him a real taste of what Slayer Stamina was. She tightened her inner muscles around him, a wicked smile touching her lips at his sharp intake of breath.

Dean groaned loudly, his mind completely gone. Never had he felt anything like this before. "Jesus, Chlo," he ground out as her energy level seemed to grow with each thrust of her hips. And the pressure her body was putting on his hardness was killing him. Literally. He held himself in check, wanting to make this last as long as possible.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against his, gasping slightly when he flipped them and she was on her back beneath him once more.

Dean pounded into her body, knowing he wouldn't hurt her. Hell, she seemed to welcome the desperate way they were making love. He helped her wrap her arms around his waist so he could penetrate as much of her as possible. Her inner muscles stroked him as he moved inside her, making her moan even as his moans mingled with hers.

She bit down lightly on his shoulder as her climax washed over her and she arched up against him, trying to get even closer.

"Chloe!" Dean roared as his climax followed hard on hers, feeling the pain of her bite even as his body spasmed and he emptied himself into her.

Swallowing hard as a wave of exhaustion washed over her, she closed her eyes, her head dropping against the pillows once more.

Burying his face into her shoulder, he smiled smugly again, though moving made him aware of her teeth marks on his shoulder. "Ow, that hurt," he complained, "hurt in all kinds of good ways. Damn, I love your Slayer stamina."

"Sorry," she whispered, gently rubbing his shoulder and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Don't be," he said, kissing her neck. "Just makes me want to pay you back sometime." He eased himself off her and turned her so they were facing each other. He gently stroked her side, watching her try to stifle a giggle.

"I'm okay with that," she said, shifting closer to him and resting her forehead against his collarbone.

Dean smiled, the pain in his shoulder just a reminder of how much he really belonged to her, whether she was aware of it or not. He stroked her soft blonde hair, inhaling her scent that lingered around him. "You don't know, Chlo, how much.... I love you."

She closed her eyes at this words, shifting closer to him and sliding her leg between his. "I love you," she whispered back, resting one hand lightly over his heart.

"Mmmm," he whispered, leaning in and kissing her gently. "Do I take that as a hint that you're looking for more?" He grinned wickedly at the blush that spread across her cheeks. "Your blush is a real turn-on, ya know."

"We should probably try to get some rest," she whispered.

In all their exertion, Dean suddenly didn't feel tired anymore. "'Cause, that's why we're in here, right?" he chuckled, reaching for the covers to tuck them in.

She bit her lower lip, her nervousness slowly creeping back upon her in the aftermath of their lovemaking. "Yeah. It's gonna be a long night."

Dean stroked her cheek to comfort her. "Might be," he agreed. "But you won't be alone. Never alone. Sammy and I have your back... so to speak."

She leaned into his touch. "I know you do," she whispered back.

As his body relaxed, Dean yawned and stretched, dragging Chloe's naked body to his. "So try not to worry. That's my job," he muttered, burying his nose into her hair, falling asleep.

Easier said than done, she thought, curling against him for the time being. She lay beside him for slightly over an hour, watching the clock with growing anxiety. Clark would arrive soon. And she was dreading Dean's reaction to that.

&&&

Clark took a deep breath as he reached Chloe's door. The place she had lived for six months and never told anyone. The pain of her leaving tore Clark to the depths of his soul, He knocked on the door, waiting to see if she or these friends of her would answer.

Looking up at the computer, Sam glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just slightly after 8 and he drew in a breath, trying to ignore the dread he felt, figuring it was some of the others coming by to get ready for patrolling. Rising to his feet, he moved to the door, opening it to find a guy almost as tall as he was standing there. "Uh... hi. Can I help you?" he asked in wary confusion.

Clark blinked as he literally looked into the eyes of a strange guy. "Um, is this Chloe Sullivan's place?" he asked slowly, a little concerned about someone else answering her door. If this was her door.

"Yeah, it is. Are you... a friend of hers?" he asked, still on guard. Something about this guy felt off but he couldn't place why.

"Yes, I am," Clark replied, his voice hard and emotionless. "Who the hell are you?"

Feeling defensive, Sam squared his shoulders. "Considering I'm the one standing in her apartment and you're outside of it, why don't you tell me your name first." His voice matched Clark's.

Clark puffed up to his natural height, which was just slightly shorter than this guy towering in Chloe's doorway. "ClarkKent," he replied confidently. "She called me, asking for help, so you going to let me in or what?"

Sam narrowed his eyes a little. "Oh. You're Clark." He reluctantly stepped aside to let him in, faint disdain lingering.

She's told him about me, Clark thought, frowning as he stared at what must be one of Chloe's "friends". And from the look on this guy's face, he knew whatever the problem was would be complicated with this guy around. "Yeah, I'm Clark. And you must be one of Chloe's... friends." His voice barely contained his condescension.

"Yeah, that's right. Sam Winchester," he said politely, but not overly friendly. "I'll go get Chloe. I think she's still asleep." Without waiting for a response, he headed down the hall, pausing at the bedroom door and knocking slightly.

Before he could say anything, the bathroom door opened and Chloe emerged in a red shirt and jeans, her hair damp from the shower.

"Hey, you've... got company." He met her eyes, searching them for signs of recognition and finding them almost instantly.

"Thanks, Sam," she said quietly, drawing in a breath and slowly heading into the living room.

Clark barely had time to come in and shut the door before he saw Chloe enter the room, looking like she had just stepped out of the shower. He wanted to grab Chloe and hug her, but something told him to keep his distance. Maybe it was the hesitant look on her face. "Hey, Chlo," he said softly, looking at her and smiling.

"Hey, Clark," she said just as softly, pausing a few feet away. "How are you?"

"I'm... fine," Clark replied casually, feeling a little out of place and weird because this Sam Winchester was standing just behind Chloe, though he kept looking behind him.

"That's good." She smiled a bit, but it was forced, uncomfortable.

Opening the bathroom door, Dean had just put on his clothes from his shower with Chloe, his hair still wet, though he was more alert since he had slept a little. He noticed Sam standing in the hallway, his stance that of attentive defense. And that worried Dean. "Sammy, what is it?" he called, walking up behind him, only to see a strange man standing near Chloe. "Who the hell is this?" he demanded.

Clark noticed the voice over Sam's shoulder and smirked. "Your other friend?" he asked Chloe, cocking an eyebrow.

"Something like that." She turned to glance at Dean, her eyes pleading with him to stay calm. "Dean, this is...ClarkKent. Clark, this is Dean Winchester."

Sam could literally feel the jealousy pouring off his brother as he eyed the other man. He stepped back a little involuntarily.

Dean stepped around his brother and moved to stand next to Chloe. "ClarkKent?" he asked, looking sideways at her. "This is the guy? You're kidding me, right?"

Clark took an involuntary step forward and looked at Chloe. "Who is this guy?" he demanded. "Your personal bodyguard?" He eyed Dean's shorter stature and wanted to laugh. To think this guy was staying here, with her.

Chloe put a light, but restraining hand on Dean's arm. She met Clark's eyes. "A very good friend," she said, her voice thick with tension.

Sam drew in a breath. Oh boy. This was not good at all.

Clark looked at Chloe, his eyes filled with hurt and anger. "Then why'd you call me here to help you if you have these two around?" His voice snarled, making it known that he was pissed off for running all the way from Smallville for nothing.

Dean looked at Chloe, his eyes narrowing. "You called him earlier today, didn't you? When your door was shut?" He felt like he'd just been punched in the gut.

Clark smiled, his grin mocking Dean's hurt.

Chloe closed her eyes briefly, getting the sneaking suspicion that the only one going to be on her side by the end of the night was Sam. She glanced at Clark, and then at Dean. "Yes... I called Clark," she admitted in a soft voice. "But... not for the reasons you're thinking."

Dean bit back the angry, filthy retort he would have said, had Clark not been in the room. "Fine," he said harshly, "Then why the fuck are you here?" He directed that last question towards Clark, who had crossed his arms and seemed to fill up the normally large apartment.

"This guy does not listen, does he?" Clark said to Chloe. "To help you, Dean. Clearly Chloe thinks she needs it, so here I am."

"We don't need your damn help," Dean growled in response, wanting a good enough reason to knock this guy out.

"Knock it off," Sam said, stepping between them before Chloe had a chance to. "Don't you think she's got enough going on without the stupid testosterone battles right now?" He glared at Clark, and then turned the glare on his brother.

Dean sensed Clark's momentary withdrawal and he backed off, though he kept his guard up. This was the guy who threw Chloe over for another woman? He just didn't get it.

"Chloe," Clark replied softly, taking all emotion out of his voice. "I'm here, just like you wanted. So, how can I help you?"

She drew in a breath. "Let's... go for a walk,” she said softly, shooting a pleading glance at Dean for understanding.

The punch in the gut came with the knife in the back, and Dean felt like he had just been torn in two. “What can’t you say in front of me?” he asked, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Clark smirked and ignored Dean. “Sure, be happy to,” he replied.

“Nothing,” she whispered, gazing at him and rising up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly on the lips. “But I have some explaining to do.”

Chloe’s kiss warmed Dean to his toes, and he couldn’t help but look at Clark’s face and smile, his face full of the possessiveness he felt towards Chloe. “Alright, Chlo,” he said, kissing her back.

Clark, shocked, had nothing to say.

“We’ll be back soon, I promise.” She kissed him once more, letting her hand linger on his arm for a moment before heading out the door with Clark following behind her.

Dean watched Chloe leave with Clark with narrowed eyes. “I don’t trust that guy,” he said to his brother.

Sam glanced at him sideways. He wasn’t the only one.