Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight) - Bizarroe - NC-17 - (02/??)
Title: Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight)
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, violence and dark graphic sexual situations
Pairing: Bizarroe [Bizarro!Clark-Chloe]
Spoilers: Phantom, Bizarro
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, that makes me sad. The title and moodlet of this little piece are from Alanis Morissette’s Uninvited.
A/N: Yep, I’m going there. Is anyone really surprised? This is turning out darker and angsty-er than I initially intended. Again, is anyone really surprised? I hope you enjoy! Comments, critiques always welcome. The banner was generously made by the lovely and talented mssullivan!!
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Clark pressed the heel of his hand against his crotch and chewed at his stinging lips as he repressed a moan.
He had just crossed the threshold of the barn and dropped out of superspeed, his thoughts still back in town with Chloe and with thoughts of Chloe.
Jumbled thoughts of how his mouth still stung where he had kissed her, and the undeniable way his cock was aching mercilessly despite the painful taste of green kryptonite that lingered on his lips.
Clark shivered and rubbed at his mouth, pressing his lips cruelly into his teeth with the back of his free hand while the other squeezed his throbbing erection. He drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes as pleasure and pain raced and fought and coupled within him.
He wondered for the gazillionth time if Chloe would understand this part of him: the part that would forever mingle hopeful arousal and fearful pain.
He may not want Lana anymore, and he wasn’t even sure it was her, or what she had represented that he had really wanted anyway, but Lana and her green kryptonite necklace had loosely conditioned him to mix pain and lust, to be very much aware of, and even sometimes eagerly anticipate some discomfort along with sexual pleasure.
Clark sighed.
Freak.
He was a big perverted alien freak who got off on the fact his best friend and the girl he was secretly in love with, so secretly in fact that he’d even hidden it from himself for an absurdly long time, slow perverted alien freak that he was, practically oozed with a substance that made his skin crawl with little zings of pain and pleasure. And those little zings only fueled his already dark desires.
Dark desires to grab and bite and fuck and own.
And if those desires scared the hell out of him, how could they not scare her?
He could easily, thoughtlessly hurt her. He barely had enough control as it was; besides, he wasn’t sure if she still wanted him that way anymore or, if it was just wishful thinking that sometimes, when he touched her, her smell would change.
Her normal scent growing softer, muskier, driving him crazy and imagined or not, that warm scent of her would make him suddenly, painfully hard and aching with need.
He had wanted Chloe, wanted her even before their years ago joint adventure into a parasite encouraged red kryptonite rush, and he was pretty sure, sometimes, she still wanted him, but...
How do you tell your best friend that you want to slam her against the wall and fuck her until she screams your name?
Maybe he could take her an iced coffee and a handful of tulips, casually inserting into their conversation a By the way, Chloe. See that wall over there? I want to shove you against it and fuck you until I just can’t move anymore.
And if she didn’t laugh or faint or throw her caffeine at him it could be cleverly followed by an eloquent, Oh, and yeah, since we’re being totally honest here, the possibility that your very touch could hurt me, weaken me, is not a turn off.
It really only makes me want to fuck you harder.
Clark squeezed his erection brutally, his blue jean trapped cock throbbing in wicked appreciation at its rough treatment.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists at his sides. Clark wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to ignore his feelings, all of his feelings for Chloe.
He walked slowly towards his loft, Only friends, only friends he hissed to himself through gritted teeth, trying to banish those forbidden thoughts dancing through his mind.
Especially the ones where he was helpless because she was so warm and soft and yielding in his arms.
His foot was almost on the first step of the stairs when he heard Chloe gasp out his name and her heart speed up, and then Clark was back at the Talon, busting through the apartment door in less time than it took to think about it.
The uncanny visual echo of his own thoughts made Clark stumble and freeze in his tracks. Sights and smells bombarded him and the unmistakable scent of female arousal, Chloe’s arousal, permeated the room and…
And she was… oh god… she was coming!
Chloe was coming, just like, no, better than all his fantasies combined, her head thrown back, spasming helplessly in the arms of… him… self.
Dark thoughts of lust, of anger, envy flitted through his consciousness and were written clearly in his face. His features twisted quickly from shock to undeniable rage and Clark’s roar of denial thundered through the apartment as he launched at the couple in front of him.
“No!”
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