SPN/SV Fic: Forever (1/7)
Title: Forever (1/7)
Authors: shadow_one and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: NC-17
Pairing; Dean/Chloe
Spoilers: For all of season two SPN. Nothing specific for Smallville.
Word Count: 13,644
Prologue | One | Two-Three | Four-Five | Six-Conclusion
Forever (Chapter One)
She sat in her darkened apartment, silent, sipping a glass of red wine and staring blankly out the window until she heard the knock on her door. Turning slowly, she moved soundlessly across the room and opened the door to reveal Dean Winchester standing there. She took in the surprise on his face as it registered she was wearing only a silky red piece of lingerie.
As Chloe opened the door, Dean had been ready to gather her in his arms and comfort her with the loss of her boyfriend, but when she appeared in her lingerie, all coherent thought fled from his mind. "Chloe..."
"Hi," she whispered, gazing at him intently.
He swallowed and forced himself to look at her face, "I...ah...how are you?"
She looked down for a moment, then stepped aside. "Come in."
He did, and took in her apartment, noticing that all the blinds were drawn shut.
"I can't get rid of this migraine," she murmured, shutting the door behind him.
"Oh." He whispered. "I'm sorry."
Chloe shrugged, gazing at him in the darkness. "Seriously. How far away were you?"
"A...state...over...or so." He mumbled.
A smile tugged at her lips and she pushed herself away from the door. "You came all that way for me?"
"Yeah...I was worried..." He trailed off, watching her move toward him, hips swaying seductively.
"I'm glad you're here," she whispered.
He smiled weakly, "Yeah..."
Her green eyes were intense as she stopped less than a foot away from him.
His eyes wandered over her again, and he licked his lips, "So, are you...um..." He was finding it very hard to concentrate with her proximity.
"Okay?" she finished for him, her own eyes sweeping over his body.
He nodded, "Yeah, that."
"Better now," she whispered, moving even closer and resting a hand against his chest.
His heart thudded against his chest at the contact, "Chloe..."
"Why are we pretending?" Her voice was soft. "We like each other. Care about each other." She leaned closer and whispered into his ear. "I know you want me, Dean."
He shivered, "God...I do."
She nuzzled his neck lightly, closing her eyes. "I want you, too," she whispered.
"This isn't right." He whispered back.
"Why isn't it?" She reached up and touched his cheek, gazing intently into his eyes.
"Because you just lost your boyfriend." He pulled away slightly.
"You think you'd be taking advantage."
He shook his head, "You know I'm better than that."
Chloe was silent for a moment. "What if I want you to take advantage of me?"
"Then...I'd have to ask...what's wrong with you?"
A smile touched her lips and she gave him a gentle push so that he was seated on the sofa. She slid onto his lap, gazing at him. "Maybe I want to take advantage of you."
He looked up at her, "I don't know..."
Wordlessly, she kissed him, sliding her fingers through his short hair.
He kissed her back eagerly, senses falling away at the passion of her kiss.
Chloe smiled against his mouth. "I feel different when I'm with you," she murmured.
He closed his eyes and smiled, "Ditto."
She kissed him again, then slowly lowered her lips to his neck, licking his skin very lightly.
He felt his cock harden in want for her as she licked him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer to him, kissing her eagerly.
She groaned softly as she felt his warm hands against her back. "Yes," she whispered, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
He helped her work his shirt over his head, then moved to kiss her neck and shoulders, hands slowly exploring her every curve.
Chloe slid her hands against his bare chest, her skin cool against his. Pausing with a hand over his heart, she gazed at him. "How many days?" she whispered, her voice soft.
He furrowed his eyebrows, shivering slightly at her cool touch, "What do you mean?"
"The deal you made." She pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. "How many days?"
"How do you-?"
She pulled away to look at him, her eyes glittering with something not quite her. Something dark, dangerous.
Stopping all actions, he pulled away from her at the look, "What's going on?"
"I know you can't break the deal. At least not without killing Sam." Her voice was quiet, intense. "But that doesn't mean someone else can't do it for you."
He shook his head, "I wanna know how the hell you know about my deal."
"Word gets around," she whispered against his ear.
He shivered at the coolness her voice took, "You're not Chloe." He whispered.
"Yes, I am." She pulled away to look at him again.
"No...you're cold. Just...you're not her."
"Body warmth isn't everything, Dean. I thought you of all people would understand that." There was a hint of hurt in her voice.
He frowned, "Chloe, don't do this.”
"Don't do what?"
"Make me want you more."
"You mean make you not wanna kill me?" she whispered, stroking his cheek lightly with her index finger.
He swallowed, "They turned you."
Chloe gazed at him, making no effort to move away nor move closer. "He turned me."
He shifted his gaze away from her, hurt by her words.
"He wants me to kill you," she whispered.
"Then what are you waiting for?" His voice became a deep growl.
"I don't wanna kill you." She kissed his cheek softly, then slowly slid off his lap.
"Why not?"
"I like you."
He raised his eyebrow, "You like me? Nice reasoning."
Chloe gazed at him. "If I kill you, you're gone forever. That's not what I want."
"Oh, so this is just all about what *you* want?"
The hurt appeared in her eyes again. "If you want to go, there's the door." She held her hand toward it.
He hesitated, "If I let you do...this...you think it'll get me out of that deal?"
She was surprised by his question. "You can't damn someone who's already damned, Dean," she whispered. "It's just a matter of who does the damning first."
He raised his eyebrow, "Then do it."
Chloe looked at him doubtfully.
"What? Losing your nerve now?" His voice dropped seductively low.
"Hardly." She studied him for a moment. "If I turn you...I'll be yours. Forever," she whispered.
He leaned forward and kissed her, "It's what I've wanted for a long, long time."
Sliding her fingers through his hair once more, she kissed him back, pressing her body close to his.
He groaned and brought her even closer, "Do it." He whispered.
"It'll hurt," she whispered back, sliding her hands down his chest.
He looked down at her hands, "But not for long, right?"
"Not as long as it did for me." She kissed him softly.
He took a shuddering breath, inwardly apologizing to his brother, "Then do it now." He whispered, kissing her eagerly.
Chloe lowered her head to his neck, steadying her hands against his shoulders as she sank her teeth into his throat, feeling him tense beneath her.
He bit back a yell as her teeth pierced him and pain shot through him. Digging his hands into the chair, he bucked against her, waiting for the pain to end.
After a few moments, she pulled away, licking her lips before biting down hard on her tongue, hard enough to draw her own blood.
And with a kiss, she sealed his fate.
* * *
He awoke with a start, a jolt going through his body. Sitting up slowly, he winced slightly at the pain in his neck. As he looked around the apartment, he noticed he felt different...more powerful. Grinning, he stood from the couch he was on and began looking for the one who gave him this power.
She felt it the moment he awakened from the long slumber and a smile spread across her lips.
Stepping into the hallway, he peered down the hall, sensing that this is where she was. He went to the end of the hall and pushed open the door.
Turning slowly to face him, her eyes dark with emotions, she watched as he stepped into her room.
A sly smile spread across his face as his gaze swept over here scantily dressed body. She was beautiful.
Chloe moved toward him with slow, graceful steps, their gazes locked on each other. "You're finally awake," she murmured.
He nodded, "That I am."
"How do you feel?" she asked, studying him intently.
He paused to take stock of himself, "Good...I feel...incredible."
She nodded slightly, reaching out and gently touching the marks on his neck.
He shivered at her touch, "Come closer."
Chloe didn't hesitate at the request, gazing up into his hazel eyes and moving so her body was brushed against his lightly.
Wrapping his arms around her when she drew near, he pressed his lips against hers.
She kissed him back, threading her fingers through his hair.
His hands slowly trailed down her back until they reached the tips of her lingerie. Not breaking their kiss, he slowly teased up the garment.
A delicious shudder ran through her and she lifted her arms over her head as he removed the wispy garment from her body. A regular human would have been unable to see the ring of bruises on each of her hips, but vampires had keen sight, particularly in the darkness.
Pulling away, Dean studied her figure, eyes landing on the bruises. "Someone has already tasted you."
She gazed at him intently, her green eyes acknowledging his observation.
Dropping his head to her neck, he began nibbling lightly, "No one will ever taste you again. You're mine."
Chloe shivered a little at his dark words, sliding her hands lightly down his chest. "It was before I was turned," she whispered.
His head shot up, eyes flashing with anger, "Who did this?"
She traced his jaw-line with her fingers, not answering at first.
"Tell me," he whispered.
"I don't know all their names," she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth.
He let out a cold breath, "I'll kill them."
Gazing at him intently, she touched his cheek, then kissed him softly.
He kissed her back, bringing his hands up to her cheeks.
Chloe shifted closer, their bodies pressed together intimately.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her slowly and walked over to her bed.
"Jimmy thinks I'm his," she whispered, sliding her hands along his back.
He lowered her gently onto the bed and began to trail kisses down her collarbone, "He's wrong."
Her eyes drifted shut as he kissed her, his hands caressing her with light touches.
"Be mine." He whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back.
Grinning, he moved further down her soft, cold skin, planting kisses anywhere he could find.
She licked her lips, her fingers bunching in the sheets beneath her.
As he reached her hips, he took time to caress every bruise he saw, still running his hands along her.
"Dean," she whispered, slowly sitting up and reaching for him.
He looked up at her, "Chloe." His voice was low.
She pulled him close to her, kissing him urgently as she slid her fingers through his hair.
He let out a low groan at her touch. Lowering himself against her, he took in her sent and ran his own hands through her hair.
Chloe shifted against him, tilting her head back as he kissed her neck, making her shudder. "I want you," she whispered.
"Take me." He whispered back, biting her earlobe gently.
She groaned softly, burying her face against his shoulder as she reached out to undo the button on his jeans.
Shifting closer to her, he gave her easier access to his jeans, desire almost overwhelming him.
Tugging them down urgently, she pressed her lips against his in a fiery kiss that made her head spin.
He wriggled the rest of the way out of his jeans, he pushed her back down onto the bed and admired her beauty.
Chloe gazed up at him, need and desire in her green eyes.
Slowly, he lowered his hardness into her, watching her eyes, desire burning in his.
She moaned softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly and pulling him closer.
Rocking his hips in a gentle rhythm, he smiled as he heard Chloe let out a groan of pleasure.
She buried her face into his shoulder, raking her nails lightly down his back as she arched up to meet him halfway.
He shivered at the feel of her nails on his back then lowered his head to her neck. Baring his teeth, he bit into her, sucking softly on the skin.
Chloe whimpered at the sensation, biting down on her lower lip as he drank from her as they made love.
Dean began to thrust faster into Chloe, lust and demand mixing together. Bringing his head up to meet her gaze, he grinned as he continued, "You're mine."
"Yours," she whimpered, tightening her legs around his waist as they moved together.
Picking her up into his arms, he held her to him, still working in rhythm, "I love you." He growled.
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck. "Love you too," she whispered against his neck. "It's always been you, Dean."
"Ditto." He bucked one final time as he reached his climax, letting out a low growl of pleasure.
Her head fell back as she hit her peak at the same time, causing her to shudder and cry out.
Pulling himself from her, he moved to hold her in his arms, "Never leave me."
Her eyes drifted shut as she curled against him, resting her head against his chest.
He kept his arms around her and slowly lay down with her.
She rubbed her cheek lightly against his skin. "They're going to be pissed."
"Fuck them." He whispered.
Chloe pressed a kiss against his collarbone.
"Take me to them tomorrow." He kissed her back, refusing to let go.
She slowly moved so she was on top of him, gazing down into his eyes. "There's at least ten that I know of." *
He looked up at her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, "I can take them."
She kissed his fingertips softly. "We could just leave."
Taking in a shallow breath, he pulled her down onto his chest, and began to stroke her back, "Where would we go?"
"Anywhere," she murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"Mmm...could we go somewhere...with a lot of happy meals on legs?"
"Isn't that just about everywhere?" She smirked and lifted her head up to look down at him.
He smirked back, "This is true."
Chloe's eyes glittered dangerously and she dipped her head, kissing him again.
He kissed her back, conveying the passion he had for her.
She smiled against his lips. Truthfully she didn't give a damn where they ended up. As long as they were together.
Authors: shadow_one and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: NC-17
Pairing; Dean/Chloe
Spoilers: For all of season two SPN. Nothing specific for Smallville.
Word Count: 13,644
Prologue | One | Two-Three | Four-Five | Six-Conclusion
Forever (Chapter One)
She sat in her darkened apartment, silent, sipping a glass of red wine and staring blankly out the window until she heard the knock on her door. Turning slowly, she moved soundlessly across the room and opened the door to reveal Dean Winchester standing there. She took in the surprise on his face as it registered she was wearing only a silky red piece of lingerie.
As Chloe opened the door, Dean had been ready to gather her in his arms and comfort her with the loss of her boyfriend, but when she appeared in her lingerie, all coherent thought fled from his mind. "Chloe..."
"Hi," she whispered, gazing at him intently.
He swallowed and forced himself to look at her face, "I...ah...how are you?"
She looked down for a moment, then stepped aside. "Come in."
He did, and took in her apartment, noticing that all the blinds were drawn shut.
"I can't get rid of this migraine," she murmured, shutting the door behind him.
"Oh." He whispered. "I'm sorry."
Chloe shrugged, gazing at him in the darkness. "Seriously. How far away were you?"
"A...state...over...or so." He mumbled.
A smile tugged at her lips and she pushed herself away from the door. "You came all that way for me?"
"Yeah...I was worried..." He trailed off, watching her move toward him, hips swaying seductively.
"I'm glad you're here," she whispered.
He smiled weakly, "Yeah..."
Her green eyes were intense as she stopped less than a foot away from him.
His eyes wandered over her again, and he licked his lips, "So, are you...um..." He was finding it very hard to concentrate with her proximity.
"Okay?" she finished for him, her own eyes sweeping over his body.
He nodded, "Yeah, that."
"Better now," she whispered, moving even closer and resting a hand against his chest.
His heart thudded against his chest at the contact, "Chloe..."
"Why are we pretending?" Her voice was soft. "We like each other. Care about each other." She leaned closer and whispered into his ear. "I know you want me, Dean."
He shivered, "God...I do."
She nuzzled his neck lightly, closing her eyes. "I want you, too," she whispered.
"This isn't right." He whispered back.
"Why isn't it?" She reached up and touched his cheek, gazing intently into his eyes.
"Because you just lost your boyfriend." He pulled away slightly.
"You think you'd be taking advantage."
He shook his head, "You know I'm better than that."
Chloe was silent for a moment. "What if I want you to take advantage of me?"
"Then...I'd have to ask...what's wrong with you?"
A smile touched her lips and she gave him a gentle push so that he was seated on the sofa. She slid onto his lap, gazing at him. "Maybe I want to take advantage of you."
He looked up at her, "I don't know..."
Wordlessly, she kissed him, sliding her fingers through his short hair.
He kissed her back eagerly, senses falling away at the passion of her kiss.
Chloe smiled against his mouth. "I feel different when I'm with you," she murmured.
He closed his eyes and smiled, "Ditto."
She kissed him again, then slowly lowered her lips to his neck, licking his skin very lightly.
He felt his cock harden in want for her as she licked him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer to him, kissing her eagerly.
She groaned softly as she felt his warm hands against her back. "Yes," she whispered, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
He helped her work his shirt over his head, then moved to kiss her neck and shoulders, hands slowly exploring her every curve.
Chloe slid her hands against his bare chest, her skin cool against his. Pausing with a hand over his heart, she gazed at him. "How many days?" she whispered, her voice soft.
He furrowed his eyebrows, shivering slightly at her cool touch, "What do you mean?"
"The deal you made." She pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. "How many days?"
"How do you-?"
She pulled away to look at him, her eyes glittering with something not quite her. Something dark, dangerous.
Stopping all actions, he pulled away from her at the look, "What's going on?"
"I know you can't break the deal. At least not without killing Sam." Her voice was quiet, intense. "But that doesn't mean someone else can't do it for you."
He shook his head, "I wanna know how the hell you know about my deal."
"Word gets around," she whispered against his ear.
He shivered at the coolness her voice took, "You're not Chloe." He whispered.
"Yes, I am." She pulled away to look at him again.
"No...you're cold. Just...you're not her."
"Body warmth isn't everything, Dean. I thought you of all people would understand that." There was a hint of hurt in her voice.
He frowned, "Chloe, don't do this.”
"Don't do what?"
"Make me want you more."
"You mean make you not wanna kill me?" she whispered, stroking his cheek lightly with her index finger.
He swallowed, "They turned you."
Chloe gazed at him, making no effort to move away nor move closer. "He turned me."
He shifted his gaze away from her, hurt by her words.
"He wants me to kill you," she whispered.
"Then what are you waiting for?" His voice became a deep growl.
"I don't wanna kill you." She kissed his cheek softly, then slowly slid off his lap.
"Why not?"
"I like you."
He raised his eyebrow, "You like me? Nice reasoning."
Chloe gazed at him. "If I kill you, you're gone forever. That's not what I want."
"Oh, so this is just all about what *you* want?"
The hurt appeared in her eyes again. "If you want to go, there's the door." She held her hand toward it.
He hesitated, "If I let you do...this...you think it'll get me out of that deal?"
She was surprised by his question. "You can't damn someone who's already damned, Dean," she whispered. "It's just a matter of who does the damning first."
He raised his eyebrow, "Then do it."
Chloe looked at him doubtfully.
"What? Losing your nerve now?" His voice dropped seductively low.
"Hardly." She studied him for a moment. "If I turn you...I'll be yours. Forever," she whispered.
He leaned forward and kissed her, "It's what I've wanted for a long, long time."
Sliding her fingers through his hair once more, she kissed him back, pressing her body close to his.
He groaned and brought her even closer, "Do it." He whispered.
"It'll hurt," she whispered back, sliding her hands down his chest.
He looked down at her hands, "But not for long, right?"
"Not as long as it did for me." She kissed him softly.
He took a shuddering breath, inwardly apologizing to his brother, "Then do it now." He whispered, kissing her eagerly.
Chloe lowered her head to his neck, steadying her hands against his shoulders as she sank her teeth into his throat, feeling him tense beneath her.
He bit back a yell as her teeth pierced him and pain shot through him. Digging his hands into the chair, he bucked against her, waiting for the pain to end.
After a few moments, she pulled away, licking her lips before biting down hard on her tongue, hard enough to draw her own blood.
And with a kiss, she sealed his fate.
* * *
He awoke with a start, a jolt going through his body. Sitting up slowly, he winced slightly at the pain in his neck. As he looked around the apartment, he noticed he felt different...more powerful. Grinning, he stood from the couch he was on and began looking for the one who gave him this power.
She felt it the moment he awakened from the long slumber and a smile spread across her lips.
Stepping into the hallway, he peered down the hall, sensing that this is where she was. He went to the end of the hall and pushed open the door.
Turning slowly to face him, her eyes dark with emotions, she watched as he stepped into her room.
A sly smile spread across his face as his gaze swept over here scantily dressed body. She was beautiful.
Chloe moved toward him with slow, graceful steps, their gazes locked on each other. "You're finally awake," she murmured.
He nodded, "That I am."
"How do you feel?" she asked, studying him intently.
He paused to take stock of himself, "Good...I feel...incredible."
She nodded slightly, reaching out and gently touching the marks on his neck.
He shivered at her touch, "Come closer."
Chloe didn't hesitate at the request, gazing up into his hazel eyes and moving so her body was brushed against his lightly.
Wrapping his arms around her when she drew near, he pressed his lips against hers.
She kissed him back, threading her fingers through his hair.
His hands slowly trailed down her back until they reached the tips of her lingerie. Not breaking their kiss, he slowly teased up the garment.
A delicious shudder ran through her and she lifted her arms over her head as he removed the wispy garment from her body. A regular human would have been unable to see the ring of bruises on each of her hips, but vampires had keen sight, particularly in the darkness.
Pulling away, Dean studied her figure, eyes landing on the bruises. "Someone has already tasted you."
She gazed at him intently, her green eyes acknowledging his observation.
Dropping his head to her neck, he began nibbling lightly, "No one will ever taste you again. You're mine."
Chloe shivered a little at his dark words, sliding her hands lightly down his chest. "It was before I was turned," she whispered.
His head shot up, eyes flashing with anger, "Who did this?"
She traced his jaw-line with her fingers, not answering at first.
"Tell me," he whispered.
"I don't know all their names," she murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth.
He let out a cold breath, "I'll kill them."
Gazing at him intently, she touched his cheek, then kissed him softly.
He kissed her back, bringing his hands up to her cheeks.
Chloe shifted closer, their bodies pressed together intimately.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her slowly and walked over to her bed.
"Jimmy thinks I'm his," she whispered, sliding her hands along his back.
He lowered her gently onto the bed and began to trail kisses down her collarbone, "He's wrong."
Her eyes drifted shut as he kissed her, his hands caressing her with light touches.
"Be mine." He whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back.
Grinning, he moved further down her soft, cold skin, planting kisses anywhere he could find.
She licked her lips, her fingers bunching in the sheets beneath her.
As he reached her hips, he took time to caress every bruise he saw, still running his hands along her.
"Dean," she whispered, slowly sitting up and reaching for him.
He looked up at her, "Chloe." His voice was low.
She pulled him close to her, kissing him urgently as she slid her fingers through his hair.
He let out a low groan at her touch. Lowering himself against her, he took in her sent and ran his own hands through her hair.
Chloe shifted against him, tilting her head back as he kissed her neck, making her shudder. "I want you," she whispered.
"Take me." He whispered back, biting her earlobe gently.
She groaned softly, burying her face against his shoulder as she reached out to undo the button on his jeans.
Shifting closer to her, he gave her easier access to his jeans, desire almost overwhelming him.
Tugging them down urgently, she pressed her lips against his in a fiery kiss that made her head spin.
He wriggled the rest of the way out of his jeans, he pushed her back down onto the bed and admired her beauty.
Chloe gazed up at him, need and desire in her green eyes.
Slowly, he lowered his hardness into her, watching her eyes, desire burning in his.
She moaned softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly and pulling him closer.
Rocking his hips in a gentle rhythm, he smiled as he heard Chloe let out a groan of pleasure.
She buried her face into his shoulder, raking her nails lightly down his back as she arched up to meet him halfway.
He shivered at the feel of her nails on his back then lowered his head to her neck. Baring his teeth, he bit into her, sucking softly on the skin.
Chloe whimpered at the sensation, biting down on her lower lip as he drank from her as they made love.
Dean began to thrust faster into Chloe, lust and demand mixing together. Bringing his head up to meet her gaze, he grinned as he continued, "You're mine."
"Yours," she whimpered, tightening her legs around his waist as they moved together.
Picking her up into his arms, he held her to him, still working in rhythm, "I love you." He growled.
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck. "Love you too," she whispered against his neck. "It's always been you, Dean."
"Ditto." He bucked one final time as he reached his climax, letting out a low growl of pleasure.
Her head fell back as she hit her peak at the same time, causing her to shudder and cry out.
Pulling himself from her, he moved to hold her in his arms, "Never leave me."
Her eyes drifted shut as she curled against him, resting her head against his chest.
He kept his arms around her and slowly lay down with her.
She rubbed her cheek lightly against his skin. "They're going to be pissed."
"Fuck them." He whispered.
Chloe pressed a kiss against his collarbone.
"Take me to them tomorrow." He kissed her back, refusing to let go.
She slowly moved so she was on top of him, gazing down into his eyes. "There's at least ten that I know of." *
He looked up at her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, "I can take them."
She kissed his fingertips softly. "We could just leave."
Taking in a shallow breath, he pulled her down onto his chest, and began to stroke her back, "Where would we go?"
"Anywhere," she murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"Mmm...could we go somewhere...with a lot of happy meals on legs?"
"Isn't that just about everywhere?" She smirked and lifted her head up to look down at him.
He smirked back, "This is true."
Chloe's eyes glittered dangerously and she dipped her head, kissing him again.
He kissed her back, conveying the passion he had for her.
She smiled against his lips. Truthfully she didn't give a damn where they ended up. As long as they were together.