That Which Does Not Kill Us... - Bizarroe - Chlark - NC-17 - 01/04
Title: That Which Does Not Kill Us…
Author: ivorykiss
Characters: Bizarro, Chloe, Clark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, violence, angst, hurt/comfort
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: I don’t own them. That makes me sad.
A/N: A sequel to Every Last Twisted One Of Them. Please pay attention to the warnings. Comments, critiques always welcome.
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The wall at her back was as unforgiving as the hard body that held her mercilessly pinned against it. She shook with each powerful thrust and Chloe cried out as sharp teeth scored a ragged trail down her neck.
“Clark!”
“Open your eyes and pretend,” Bizarro laughed and twisted his hips, driving his cock deeper inside her, “Like you do late at night when your hand is down your panties.”
“Clark!” Chloe cried out again as one large hand left her breasts and covered the side of her face. Tears escaped from beneath her closed eyelids as he forced her face towards his.
“I told you sweetheart, Clark’s kind of busy right now playing with a hunk of that lovely green meteor rock.”
Chloe squeezed her eyes tighter shut as Bizarro licked at her tears.
He laughed again before capturing her mouth with another bruising kiss and didn’t break it until she whimpered.
“He didn’t want to look either,” Bizarro murmured crossly, then nipped at her lower lip, bringing blood that he softly kissed away. “But he couldn’t help himself. He watched until he came all over my hand.”
His thrusts grew faster, harder as he suckled marking kisses down to her shoulder while his other hand that was still on her bitten and already bruised breast squeezed and kneaded until she groaned.
“Did you know he likes to watch you? Likes to watch you with your hands down your panties while he’s outside your window jerking off?”
His breath was harsh and hot against her shoulder as he grunted his pleasure; he sank his teeth into her shoulder and with a final hard thrust he came, filling her with a thick sticky heat.
Bizarro panted and lay heavily against her for a long moment then pushed away from her.
Her feet finally touched the ground but her trembling legs wouldn’t support her and she slid down the wall collapsing on the floor.
Chloe opened her eyes and looked up.
It was perfectly horrible at just how flawless a copy of Clark he was.
A lock of dark hair curled lazily across his forehead and he grinned crookedly as he tucked himself in and zipped up.
“He’s an idiot.” Bizarro laughed, brilliant green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe I should go back and let him know.”
And with a soft whoosh of displaced air.
He was gone.
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