Every Last Twisted One Of Them - Bizlark - NC-17 - 01/01
Title: Every Last Twisted One Of Them
Author: ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic descriptions of torture, non-consensual sexual situations
Pairing: Bizlark, allusions to Chlark
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Which may or may not be a good thing, since stuff like might happen if I did.
A/N: This little bit is dark. And wrong. Did I mention it was dark and wrong? Comments, critiques are always welcome.
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“I know what you like.”
He ignored the hot breath and the taunting words spoken harshly against his ear, ignored the glittering amusement in the knowing green eyes reflected in the mirror and struggled harder as his doppelganger laughed softly and squeezed him tighter.
“You like to watch.”
Clark turned his face away from their reflections and closed his eyes in unconscious, obstinate denial as a shudder wracked his body.
A deep grunt of pain escaped him as Bizarro drove the razor-sharp edge of the hunk of green kryptonite right into the skin under his collar bone.
“So watch.”
Clark gritted his teeth and opened his eyes as his un-twin dragged his hand lower, scoring a jagged stinging trail across his bare chest.
He snarled and twisted in Bizarro’s steel embrace as acid green fire raced through the very cells of his body. Clark gasped for air and he couldn’t help himself as his gaze slid back and locked with amused green eyes.
He could no longer ignore the heat and shape of Bizarro’s denim trapped erection nestled against his bare ass, couldn’t ignore the familiar feel of the big hand wrapped around his cock or the way his un-twin stroked him perfectly, teased him perfectly with a soft brush of the thumb across the head of his cock and a little twist of the wrist on the down stroke.
Clark shivered and a choked cry escaped him as pain and pleasure fought and coupled within him, threatened to consume him as Bizarro slowly etched random symbols into his skin with the shard of green kryptonite fisted in one hand, stroked and squeezed him mercilessly with the other.
“Does she know you watch her Clark? Does she know you’re standing outside her window late at night watching her when her legs are spread wide and her hand is down her panties?”
Memories or wishes of watching Chloe raced through Clark’s consciousness and he trembled as Bizarro pressed his mouth against his ear in deliberate soft brushes and whispered.
“Does she know you’re jacking off as you watch those nimble fingers of hers sliding through all that soft wetness?”
Bizarro laughed as Clark’s hips started to jerk, helplessly following the rhythm of his incessant pumps against him.
“I know what you want.”
Clark shuddered and his breath escaped him in an angry hiss.
“Fuck!”
Bizarro laughed again and kissed him softly on the neck.
“Yes Clark, I know. You wanna fuck her. You want her on her back panting and dripping, gasping your name, screaming your name as she writhes helplessly underneath you.”
Bizarro twisted the kryptonite shard embedding it deep into Clark’s side and sped up his hand.
Clark cried out as he came, cried out as agony and pleasure ripped though him in an overwhelming, green-tinted rush.
He dropped to his knees when Bizarro released him and swayed as he gasped for breath. Clark barely felt the blow that knocked him to the floor.
He tried to roll, but his legs were tangled in his jeans and he landed partially on his back with one leg twisted awkwardly under him.
He lay heavily on the green kryptonite shard festering in his side, its poison continually draining him and Clark’s vision was already graying at the edges when his un-twin moved to tower over him.
Bizarro grinned, unfastened his jeans and fisted his cock.
Clark ignored the laughter that echoed around the loft as Bizarro stroked himself hard and fast, ignored the hot splatter of come that rained across his body, but he couldn’t ignore the soft whoosh of air that signaled Bizarro’s departure.
Oblivion beckoned, promising black-velvet silence.
And Clark closed his eyes.
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