Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight) - Bizarroe - NC-17 - 11/??
Title: Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight)
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, violence and dark graphic sexual situations
Pairing: Bizarroe
Spoilers: Phantom, Bizarro
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, that makes me sad. The title and moodlets of this little piece are from Alanis Morissette’s Uninvited.
A/N: Comments, critiques are always welcome. The awesome banner was generously made by the lovely and talented mssullivan!!
Previous: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten
Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight)
Part Eleven
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I don’t think you unworthy
Despite the careful way he tried to hide it, Chloe recognized he was in a lot of pain. There was no denying the quivering tension in the powerful muscles of his body, or the palpable agony in his rapid breaths as he fought against the hurt that accompanied another random insane shifting of his skin.
She also recognized the comfort he seemed to draw from her as the claws of pain slowly loosened their grip and he relaxed in her arms. He sighed, breathing deeply as he tilted his head and nuzzled against her neck.
“I am Clark,” he repeated. “I wasn’t. But I am.”
His voice was soft, a warm vibration against her skin and he sounded so lost, so bewildered that a little sob escaped Chloe and she held him tighter as he continued to whisper desperately. “You have to believe me. I know I wasn’t always and he always was... but I am... I am... Clark. Please. Chloe. Believe me.”
She didn’t even try to blink back the fresh tears that trickled down her face. It was crazy as hell to believe him.
But God help her. She did.
Chloe shivered, frightened by the certainty of her belief and she didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at the insanity of it all.
She had seen so many versions of Clark throughout the years: the shy farmboy from a galaxy far, far away turned in an instant to someone arrogant and high, or amnesiac, or psychotic, even mortal. Was it really so hard to accept one more variant just because he didn’t start out as Clark?
Regardless of his beginnings… she knew this was still a Clark she held in her arms.
She rocked him slightly as she murmured into the dark silk of his hair. “What do you remember? Of before.”
“Cold and bright. And loud. Fear. Anger. And loneliness.” He took a deep shuddering breath, “Oh Chloe, I was trapped and so alone.”
He shivered as she ran a soothing hand down his back and Chloe marveled at the way his skin changed under her hand, pale and crackled morphing to soft supple suede at the slow swipe of her palm. He groaned and she halted her movements, afraid she was only hurting him more.
“Please, don’t stop.” He mouthed against her neck; “It feels so good,” and a lazy frisson of want awoke in her. Chloe resumed her soothing caresses and the tips of her fingers tingled as they sketched haphazard patterns along his muscular back. He groaned again as he arched into her hands, then lifted his head and looked at her with a focused intensity.
Those eyes she knew so well, Clark’s eyes, were an even more vivid green framed by the sooty darkness of his long lashes, by the impossible paleness of his skin, their fractured jade bright and clear as they studied her and her reaction to his next words.
“I don’t remember everything,” He licked his lips and swallowed hard before continuing, “But I do remember the ecstasy of being corporal again.”
The corner of his mouth twitched and dark lines grew out from around his pale lips. His eyes were muddied with pain and his voice was a harsh monotone.
“I remember the bodies I took and used as I ripped my way through sensation after sensation. It was more than survival. Something was driving me and nothing, nothing I had found had quite fit and then when I touched him I...”
His voice trailed off and his eyes widened as he drew in a sharp hissing breath. He closed his eyes and his full lips narrowed as he clenched his teeth.
Chloe raised her hand and touched his face; amazed at the way her fingers seemed to erase one of the pale dark lines that crossed his skin. The obvious tension in the set of his jaw slowly dissipated as she gently stroked his cheek. He turned his face into her hand and kissed her palm with a soft reverence.
“I know he was the first and I don’t deserve you any more than he does, but I couldn’t, wouldn’t let his regrets become mine.”
He opened his eyes and smiled crookedly at her. “You deserve answers Chloe. Answers that I don’t have.”
He took deep shaky breath and ducked his head to her shoulder, “I can still feel it Chloe, the black echo of what I was hiding inside me, eating at my stolen soul.”
She rested her head against his and murmured into the dark silk of his hair. “What can I do?”
“Love me, Chloe. Just love me.”
She cupped his face in her hands and lifted it upwards, studying the features she knew so well. At least half of the golden ivory was marred, marred with darkened lines and pale rocky buckles of skin, but still beautiful in a crazy sort of way.
Chloe lowered her head and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Then another, and another, each flutter a moment longer, a fraction harder than the previous one.
His mouth opened eagerly under hers, their kisses growing deeper, hotter as he pulled her onto his lap. He moaned as his large hands splayed across her back as he pressed her to him. Chloe smiled and wasn’t surprised at all when his cock jerked impatiently against her belly.
“I’ve always loved you Clark,” she whispered as she reached between them and slid the palm of her hand down the hard length of him before grasping, fingertips not quite meeting around the thick length of him as she squeezed. He moaned as Chloe stroked him once, twice, before lifting herself to her knees and sliding the velvety soft tip through her folds until the broad head was pressing into her.
Chloe grasped at his shoulders and arched her back, biting at her lower lip at the exquisite fullness of him, of sensation as her body adjusted, opening to him as she let her body slowly impale herself.
He shuddered underneath her and his groan reverberated against her neck. His hands tightened on her hips, but he made no move to hurry her slow decent.
“Beautiful Chloe. Love you so much. Oh Chloe.”
His voice was husky and rough as he spoke and Chloe felt his words more than heard them as he kissed them on her skin, his lips soft and warm and his words echoed within her, her heart matching the cadence of his murmurings.
He shuddered and trembled underneath her, his breath moist warm little gasps against her neck as her slick heat slowly surrounded him.
Chloe moaned. Pleasure built shockingly fast as she began to move, her body already tightening around his thick cock as she slowly traveled along the length of him, the tingling promise of orgasm already stealing her breath.
Suddenly he thrust up and grunted as he pulled her down onto him fast and hard. Chloe wriggled, and she could feel his cock twitch deep inside her as she tried to lift back up, tried to keep the slow rhythm going, but his fingers tightened on her ass, holding her still.
Frustrated, Chloe buried her hands in the demon dark waves of his hair and tugged until he lifted his head. She shuddered as his perfect lips curved into wicked and sweet smile and his words washed over her in a low caress of sound.
“Beautiful, amazing Chloe. Can you see what your love does to me?”
And as she gazed into his flawless face, her orgasm blindsided her.
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