Fic: The Love/Hate Game - Chapter Seven
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three,
Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
The Night Lex got Revenge
It’s week three that Lex realizes Clark is cheating. He distinctly sees Chloe pass Clark a Hate card, but when Clark turns it over it says Love.
The bastard. Lex is the only one allowed to cheat.
But it’s not until week four that he has the opportunity to make Clark pay for his crime.
Chloe passes Lex a Love card and, like the goddess Athena, his plan springs fully grown from his head.
He wants Clark submissive so he gives him a Love card. And he wants Chloe to love him, so he passes the same to her.
As Chloe’s undressing he walks over to her, takes her chin in his hand and kisses her softly on the lips.
“I want to make love to you, Chloe,” he says in his most sincere voice.
Chloe smiles and demurely says, “Okay.”
“I want to make love to you too,” Clark chimes in.
“You,” Lex growls. “No one wants you here. Get in the corner.”
“I don’t want to get in the corner.”
“If you love me,” Lex says with menace in his voice, “you’ll get in the corner.”
Clark sighs and walks to the corner.
“On the floor,” Lex says. “The less we see of you the better.”
Clark sits on the floor.
Lex lays Chloe down on the bed and nestles himself between her legs. He pushes down one of her thighs so that Clark can get a good look at what he does to her body, how he strokes her, prepares her. Chloe purrs at his touch.
“Um, guys, I’m not sitting out this round,” Clark says. “I’m still playing.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Lex shouts.
“Oh, yeah, right,” Chloe says. “Ah, I love you, Clark.” She says it so dismissively, like it’s an afterthought. She must be sick of Clark’s cheating as well. Oh, this is going to be good.
Lex enters her slowly, tenderly, just like how he screws Lana, or, rather screwed her. It’s not that he doesn’t get to screw her now. It’s just on a metaphorical level.
“I love only you, Chloe,” he says loud enough for Clark to hear.
She wraps her arms around him and pulls him close. “I love only you, Lex,” she whispers in his ear.
“Hey!” Clark shouts indignantly.
Their rhythm is soft and loving. It’s building to nothing. Doing it in the missionary position only reminds Lex of Lana and he can’t come if he’s thinking of his wife.
He withdraws from Chloe, turns her over on her stomach and angles her so she’s facing Clark. Then he grabs her hips and pounds into her like he’s churning stubborn butter.
Clark slumps against the wall and looks at his fingernails. He’s trying to pretend like he doesn’t care, but he can’t hide the hurt expression on his face.
Chloe reaches out her arm. “Come here, Clark.” The rhythm of Lex’s thrusts echo in her voice.
Clark smiles hopefully and crawls across the floor to her. She runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him closer.
Just as they’re about to kiss, Chloe clamps her eyes shut and screams, “Oh God, Lex. Yes, Lex. Yes. YES.”
Lex is pretty sure she’s faking it, but he admires her all the same. If he wasn’t already married to the miserable love of his life he’d propose to Chloe here and now.
Once Chloe has achieved her fake orgasm and Lex his real one, it’s time for Round Two.
“You can’t ignore me this round,” Clark says.
“No one’s ignoring you,” Chloe sighs.
“Why do you have to be such a cry baby?” Lex complains.
“I want to make love to you, Chloe.”
“Go ahead.” She flops down on the bed, spread eagle. “Just do it the way Lex did it.”
“The way Lex did?”
“Yeah. Just like that. That was good.”
Clark unzips his pants enough to get his cock out. He has to stroke himself a couple times before slipping the condom on. Then he mounts Chloe.
“I love only you, Chloe,” he says as he slowly pumps into her.
She lies motionless on the bed. “This isn’t how Lex did it.”
“Well, how did Lex do it?”
“I don’t know. He just sort of swept me up in this all consuming passion.”
“I can do that.”
“You can try.”
Lex knows he should do something, say something, but he’s too captivated to participate in the game right now.
Clark rises up on his arms so he can get better leverage, then he thrusts harder, faster. His hand reaches down between her legs to where they’re joined and he starts to finger her.
Chloe blows air out her mouth; her lips make a flapping noise. “This isn’t going to wo… Oh wait.” Her eyes go crossed and her hand slaps the pillow next to her, clenching it in her fist. “Yeah, this is… this is gonna… work.”
She writhes and moans underneath Clark, encouraging him on.
Lex couldn’t be more disappointed. It was going so well. Why did Chloe’s body have to betray her?
But Chloe isn’t giving up yet. Just as she comes, and Lex believes she’s not faking it this time, she screams out, “Oh God, yes. Lex. Yes, yes. LEX,” and Lex has the joy of watching Clark shrivel in every sense of the word.
Maybe Lex will make Chloe his fourth wife.
Clark stands up and tucks himself into his pants. “I’m not playing anymore.”
“What?” Chloe sits up.
“This isn’t any fun.” Clark takes a couple mopey steps towards the door, but Chloe grabs his hand and he lets her tug him back to the bed.
“You just gave me a mind blowing orgasm,” she says as she sits him down. “How is that not fun?”
“You were thinking about Lex the whole time.”
“No, I wasn’t.” She straddles him. “I just yelled his name so he’d know how great it was.”
Clark raises his hands over his head and Chloe pulls his shirt off. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does if you don’t think about it.” She lowers him onto his back. “You’re really good at not thinking.”
“I am good at that.”
“You know what else you’re good at?”
“What?”
She leans over him, letting her breasts graze his chest, and whispers into his ear.
Lex can’t hear what she says, but it must be pretty good. Clark blushes and says, “You really think so?”
“You’re the best.” Her hand trails down his stomach and slips into his pants. “What do you want to do now? I’ll do anything.”
Oh, Lex can’t stand it anymore. Chloe’s touching Clark. He wants in.
It’s time for Round Three.
He climbs onto the bed and snuggles next to Clark. “Yeah, we’ll do anything.”
Clark looks at Lex and contemplates. “I’ve always wanted to lick your head like a lollipop.”
Normally Lex hates it when people draw attention to his baldness, but Clark is so sincere, Lex can’t deny him.
“Go right ahead.”
“What do you want me to do?” Chloe asks.
“I want you to lick my bald head like a lollipop too.”
“Sure thing, Clark.”
“And call me Captain.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Chloe says as she shucks his pants off.
Clark traces long, wet lines with his tongue across Lex’s head. It’s not so bad, in fact it feels kind of… weird. But weird’s okay. Lex can go with weird, especially if it makes Clark happy. And Clark is very happy. He’s so happy that when he climaxes he shouts, “Shazaam!”
Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
The Night Lex got Revenge
It’s week three that Lex realizes Clark is cheating. He distinctly sees Chloe pass Clark a Hate card, but when Clark turns it over it says Love.
The bastard. Lex is the only one allowed to cheat.
But it’s not until week four that he has the opportunity to make Clark pay for his crime.
Chloe passes Lex a Love card and, like the goddess Athena, his plan springs fully grown from his head.
He wants Clark submissive so he gives him a Love card. And he wants Chloe to love him, so he passes the same to her.
As Chloe’s undressing he walks over to her, takes her chin in his hand and kisses her softly on the lips.
“I want to make love to you, Chloe,” he says in his most sincere voice.
Chloe smiles and demurely says, “Okay.”
“I want to make love to you too,” Clark chimes in.
“You,” Lex growls. “No one wants you here. Get in the corner.”
“I don’t want to get in the corner.”
“If you love me,” Lex says with menace in his voice, “you’ll get in the corner.”
Clark sighs and walks to the corner.
“On the floor,” Lex says. “The less we see of you the better.”
Clark sits on the floor.
Lex lays Chloe down on the bed and nestles himself between her legs. He pushes down one of her thighs so that Clark can get a good look at what he does to her body, how he strokes her, prepares her. Chloe purrs at his touch.
“Um, guys, I’m not sitting out this round,” Clark says. “I’m still playing.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Lex shouts.
“Oh, yeah, right,” Chloe says. “Ah, I love you, Clark.” She says it so dismissively, like it’s an afterthought. She must be sick of Clark’s cheating as well. Oh, this is going to be good.
Lex enters her slowly, tenderly, just like how he screws Lana, or, rather screwed her. It’s not that he doesn’t get to screw her now. It’s just on a metaphorical level.
“I love only you, Chloe,” he says loud enough for Clark to hear.
She wraps her arms around him and pulls him close. “I love only you, Lex,” she whispers in his ear.
“Hey!” Clark shouts indignantly.
Their rhythm is soft and loving. It’s building to nothing. Doing it in the missionary position only reminds Lex of Lana and he can’t come if he’s thinking of his wife.
He withdraws from Chloe, turns her over on her stomach and angles her so she’s facing Clark. Then he grabs her hips and pounds into her like he’s churning stubborn butter.
Clark slumps against the wall and looks at his fingernails. He’s trying to pretend like he doesn’t care, but he can’t hide the hurt expression on his face.
Chloe reaches out her arm. “Come here, Clark.” The rhythm of Lex’s thrusts echo in her voice.
Clark smiles hopefully and crawls across the floor to her. She runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him closer.
Just as they’re about to kiss, Chloe clamps her eyes shut and screams, “Oh God, Lex. Yes, Lex. Yes. YES.”
Lex is pretty sure she’s faking it, but he admires her all the same. If he wasn’t already married to the miserable love of his life he’d propose to Chloe here and now.
Once Chloe has achieved her fake orgasm and Lex his real one, it’s time for Round Two.
“You can’t ignore me this round,” Clark says.
“No one’s ignoring you,” Chloe sighs.
“Why do you have to be such a cry baby?” Lex complains.
“I want to make love to you, Chloe.”
“Go ahead.” She flops down on the bed, spread eagle. “Just do it the way Lex did it.”
“The way Lex did?”
“Yeah. Just like that. That was good.”
Clark unzips his pants enough to get his cock out. He has to stroke himself a couple times before slipping the condom on. Then he mounts Chloe.
“I love only you, Chloe,” he says as he slowly pumps into her.
She lies motionless on the bed. “This isn’t how Lex did it.”
“Well, how did Lex do it?”
“I don’t know. He just sort of swept me up in this all consuming passion.”
“I can do that.”
“You can try.”
Lex knows he should do something, say something, but he’s too captivated to participate in the game right now.
Clark rises up on his arms so he can get better leverage, then he thrusts harder, faster. His hand reaches down between her legs to where they’re joined and he starts to finger her.
Chloe blows air out her mouth; her lips make a flapping noise. “This isn’t going to wo… Oh wait.” Her eyes go crossed and her hand slaps the pillow next to her, clenching it in her fist. “Yeah, this is… this is gonna… work.”
She writhes and moans underneath Clark, encouraging him on.
Lex couldn’t be more disappointed. It was going so well. Why did Chloe’s body have to betray her?
But Chloe isn’t giving up yet. Just as she comes, and Lex believes she’s not faking it this time, she screams out, “Oh God, yes. Lex. Yes, yes. LEX,” and Lex has the joy of watching Clark shrivel in every sense of the word.
Maybe Lex will make Chloe his fourth wife.
Clark stands up and tucks himself into his pants. “I’m not playing anymore.”
“What?” Chloe sits up.
“This isn’t any fun.” Clark takes a couple mopey steps towards the door, but Chloe grabs his hand and he lets her tug him back to the bed.
“You just gave me a mind blowing orgasm,” she says as she sits him down. “How is that not fun?”
“You were thinking about Lex the whole time.”
“No, I wasn’t.” She straddles him. “I just yelled his name so he’d know how great it was.”
Clark raises his hands over his head and Chloe pulls his shirt off. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does if you don’t think about it.” She lowers him onto his back. “You’re really good at not thinking.”
“I am good at that.”
“You know what else you’re good at?”
“What?”
She leans over him, letting her breasts graze his chest, and whispers into his ear.
Lex can’t hear what she says, but it must be pretty good. Clark blushes and says, “You really think so?”
“You’re the best.” Her hand trails down his stomach and slips into his pants. “What do you want to do now? I’ll do anything.”
Oh, Lex can’t stand it anymore. Chloe’s touching Clark. He wants in.
It’s time for Round Three.
He climbs onto the bed and snuggles next to Clark. “Yeah, we’ll do anything.”
Clark looks at Lex and contemplates. “I’ve always wanted to lick your head like a lollipop.”
Normally Lex hates it when people draw attention to his baldness, but Clark is so sincere, Lex can’t deny him.
“Go right ahead.”
“What do you want me to do?” Chloe asks.
“I want you to lick my bald head like a lollipop too.”
“Sure thing, Clark.”
“And call me Captain.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Chloe says as she shucks his pants off.
Clark traces long, wet lines with his tongue across Lex’s head. It’s not so bad, in fact it feels kind of… weird. But weird’s okay. Lex can go with weird, especially if it makes Clark happy. And Clark is very happy. He’s so happy that when he climaxes he shouts, “Shazaam!”
Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen