scifichick774
6th October 2003, 18:28
Title: Eye For An Eye
Author: scifichick774
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut – future ficlet – evil Chlex
Spoilers: Everything through the spoilers for season 3 at Kryptonsite.
Summary: There’s a price to pay for getting what Chloe wants.
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. I’m just playing with the imaginary characters’ lives for fun and not for profit.
Feedback: Yes please.
Archival: Sure – just let me know where.
Author’s Note: Stupid muse. For all of you in the ongoing collaboration fic of The Adventures of Naughty Seduction – this one’s for you. Enjoy!
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“You came,” Lex said, smirking at Chloe as she walked into his penthouse and then shutting the door behind her.
“You called,” she retorted, setting her heavy, oversized bag down with care against the wall. “Is it done?”
“Haven’t you always known me to be a man of my word?” Lex replied.
Chloe gave him an almost stern expression.
“That’s not an answer,” she observed.
He smirked again and motioned toward the kitchen with the arm that wasn’t carrying a glass of scotch.
Chloe followed him through the living room to the kitchen, and then to the walk-in freezer that she was sure was only put into the penthouse’s design because of the many parties that people in Lex’s position usually threw.
He, however, wasn’t one of them. Not anymore.
The years had gnawed away at his wild side, leaving only a calculating and evil madman where the once youthful exterior had felt so at home.
With a turn of the handle, Lex opened the freezer and leaned against the door so it couldn’t close while Chloe stepped inside.
Lex noted that she didn’t wear the horrified look he had partially been expecting; instead, she gave a curt nod of her head, satisfaction the only expression that sat on her face.
She walked over to the body, pulling back the plastic that kept it from leaving any evidence behind so she could press her fingers against the neck.
“You don’t trust me?” Lex asked with mock hurt in his voice.
“I don’t trust anyone,” Chloe replied, one corner of her lips curling up into an evil grin as she stared down at the body of her former roommate.
Lex observed her pensively. It wasn’t a secret that he had been enamored with Chloe for at least the last two years, but until a week ago, she had always rejected his advances. Then, out of the blue, she came to his office and said that she needed something done – that she was willing to pay whatever it took.
Lex hadn’t hesitated to oblige her. After all, he knew exactly what he wanted in return, and the death of Clark Kent’s former Smallville flame, Lana Lang, meant very little to him one way or the other.
“Satisfied?” he asked. Chloe nodded and stood up, not bothering to rub the cold out of her body as she left the freezer. “And…my payment?” Lex asked suggestively, running his fingers down the back of her hair to her neck as he moved closer to her. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the smooth skin below the side of her jaw, peppering her with a couple of lazy kisses until he reached her ear. “I believe it was agreed that the first installment would be payable upon delivery.”
Chloe ran her hands up his shirt-clad chest and, grasping the sides of his face, brought his mouth to hers. Not wasting time with the formalities of what the ‘payment’ entailed, her mouth opened to his and allowed him to mercilessly push his tongue inside to tangle with her own.
He backed her against the large metal door of the freezer and his hands were suddenly everywhere at once, working with a single purpose of removing the clothing they were wearing in mind.
His fingers brushed against her bare skin as he unbuttoned her blouse, causing unexpected and unwanted pricks of electricity to dance under the surface, demanding more.
Chloe drew in a shaky breath to steady herself as she lowered her arms and let her now-open blouse fall to the floor. She quickly shimmied out of her skirt and panties as well, reminding herself that she couldn’t let herself enjoy this, couldn’t let him make her want him; knowing far too well that she might too easily become addicted to him and that he wouldn’t hesitate to use her need against her when their arrangement was over.
They had done little more than kiss and already Lex could tell that Chloe was responding to him the way he had dreamt she would.
A flushed face companied with shuddered breaths, the very sight of her dropping her silky shirt to the floor and willingly exposing the lace-covered creamy white mounds that lay beneath, removing her skirt to bare herself completely as he had, was enough to make him slam his lips harshly against hers once again – punishing her for making him, for making both of them, wait so long for this.
Deft fingers made quick work of the clasp on the back of her bra and it was thrown haphazardly across the room in his haste to get to it already.
His hands slid down her body, grabbing her ass so hard that Chloe was sure she’d have bruises there in the morning.
He dragged her up, her back flush against the cold metal door as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hissed when his hot mouth made contact with one of her already peaked nipples.
Chloe’s hands flew to Lex’s smooth head, dancing against the back of it in frantic, erratic motions as he suckled her and then teased the sensitive skin with his tongue and teeth.
“Lex.”
The whimpered cry of his name coming from her mouth made him grow harder against her, eager to be taken care of.
Trailing wet, languorous kisses up her chest to her collarbone and then to her neck, Lex buried his face against the soft skin as he dropped one hand down to position himself at her entrance.
Groaning when he felt the moist heat luring him in, he thrust into her, pushing cruelly down on her hips at the same time so he was encased fully by her inner walls.
Chloe let out a gasping half-scream of pain at the action, but soon found that Lex was not without mercy as he nuzzled her neck and allowed her to get used to the feeling of him inside of her. She closed her eyes and started to rise up, only to push back down of her own accord, developing a rhythm she mentally wanted no part of, even if her body was burning for it.
Grunting as he pounded into her, matching the slow movements she set at first, but rapidly moving onto harder, more urgent thrusts, sweat began to bead off his skin and he found himself completely incoherent when Chloe leaned forward a little and started to massage his head with lazy, open-mouthed kisses.
The multiple sensations were almost too much for him to bear. He knew he was going to come soon, and also knew that despite what their deal had been, Chloe likely wouldn’t return for a second round if he came before her.
Reaching a hand down to where they were joined, his fingers played in her curls until he felt the hard nub of her clit and adjusted himself so he was hitting it with every pump inside of her.
In a cyclone of blond hair, heated skin, and panting breaths, Chloe’s orgasm came so suddenly, so savagely, and with such surprise that it hurt. Her head was thrown back from the very force of it and her velvet walls gripped him so tightly that the pleasure overcame him and he spilled himself inside of her, the remnants of her climax milking every last drop from him before he let his head fall forward to rest against the door.
Eyes closed, Chloe tried to calm herself, shakily unwrapping her legs and slid down till her feet touched the floor. She moved away from him and numbly started to look for her clothes.
Spent from their activities, Lex merely turned around, leaning his back against the door as he watched her.
Convinced that she would no longer be able to deny what was between them, he allowed a lopsided smirk to lift his lips.
“You could stay,” he suggested, only amused when Chloe shot him a somewhat pointed look. “I never said that the payments had to be made over time.”
Chloe pulled on her clothes, quivering fingers buttoning up her blouse before running through her hair in an effort to make sure she didn’t look completely debauched.
With a resigned sigh, he followed her into the living room, frowning when she got to her bag that was resting against the wall.
“When will I see you again?” he asked, a sinking feeling building in his gut that she was still going to try and run away from him. “We have an arrangement,” he reminded her.
A quick look at him through the corner of her eye, Chloe bent down and removed a black garbage bag out of her oversized purse.
Lex looked at her questioningly, but Chloe ignored him and took the bag over to the coffee table. Carefully removing the knot that held it closed, she pushed down the plastic to reveal a sight that shocked any words Lex might have had right out of him.
Clark Kent – Superman – the bane of his existence.
Covered with blood from being shlupped up to his apartment in the garbage bag, his head lay there on Lex’s coffee table, adorned by a few green meteor rocks to make absolutely certain that he wasn’t going to pull off a miracle and come back to life.
Lex looked up at Chloe, his mouth hanging open in a delighted stupor.
Chloe’s face wasn’t as friendly. Putting on a guarded expression, she motioned to Clark’s head.
“We’re even.”
With that, she strolled over to her purse and exited through the front door.
Lex blinked a couple of times before a slow, evilly pleased smile lit up his face.
God, he loved that woman.
The End
Author: scifichick774
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut – future ficlet – evil Chlex
Spoilers: Everything through the spoilers for season 3 at Kryptonsite.
Summary: There’s a price to pay for getting what Chloe wants.
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. I’m just playing with the imaginary characters’ lives for fun and not for profit.
Feedback: Yes please.
Archival: Sure – just let me know where.
Author’s Note: Stupid muse. For all of you in the ongoing collaboration fic of The Adventures of Naughty Seduction – this one’s for you. Enjoy!
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“You came,” Lex said, smirking at Chloe as she walked into his penthouse and then shutting the door behind her.
“You called,” she retorted, setting her heavy, oversized bag down with care against the wall. “Is it done?”
“Haven’t you always known me to be a man of my word?” Lex replied.
Chloe gave him an almost stern expression.
“That’s not an answer,” she observed.
He smirked again and motioned toward the kitchen with the arm that wasn’t carrying a glass of scotch.
Chloe followed him through the living room to the kitchen, and then to the walk-in freezer that she was sure was only put into the penthouse’s design because of the many parties that people in Lex’s position usually threw.
He, however, wasn’t one of them. Not anymore.
The years had gnawed away at his wild side, leaving only a calculating and evil madman where the once youthful exterior had felt so at home.
With a turn of the handle, Lex opened the freezer and leaned against the door so it couldn’t close while Chloe stepped inside.
Lex noted that she didn’t wear the horrified look he had partially been expecting; instead, she gave a curt nod of her head, satisfaction the only expression that sat on her face.
She walked over to the body, pulling back the plastic that kept it from leaving any evidence behind so she could press her fingers against the neck.
“You don’t trust me?” Lex asked with mock hurt in his voice.
“I don’t trust anyone,” Chloe replied, one corner of her lips curling up into an evil grin as she stared down at the body of her former roommate.
Lex observed her pensively. It wasn’t a secret that he had been enamored with Chloe for at least the last two years, but until a week ago, she had always rejected his advances. Then, out of the blue, she came to his office and said that she needed something done – that she was willing to pay whatever it took.
Lex hadn’t hesitated to oblige her. After all, he knew exactly what he wanted in return, and the death of Clark Kent’s former Smallville flame, Lana Lang, meant very little to him one way or the other.
“Satisfied?” he asked. Chloe nodded and stood up, not bothering to rub the cold out of her body as she left the freezer. “And…my payment?” Lex asked suggestively, running his fingers down the back of her hair to her neck as he moved closer to her. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the smooth skin below the side of her jaw, peppering her with a couple of lazy kisses until he reached her ear. “I believe it was agreed that the first installment would be payable upon delivery.”
Chloe ran her hands up his shirt-clad chest and, grasping the sides of his face, brought his mouth to hers. Not wasting time with the formalities of what the ‘payment’ entailed, her mouth opened to his and allowed him to mercilessly push his tongue inside to tangle with her own.
He backed her against the large metal door of the freezer and his hands were suddenly everywhere at once, working with a single purpose of removing the clothing they were wearing in mind.
His fingers brushed against her bare skin as he unbuttoned her blouse, causing unexpected and unwanted pricks of electricity to dance under the surface, demanding more.
Chloe drew in a shaky breath to steady herself as she lowered her arms and let her now-open blouse fall to the floor. She quickly shimmied out of her skirt and panties as well, reminding herself that she couldn’t let herself enjoy this, couldn’t let him make her want him; knowing far too well that she might too easily become addicted to him and that he wouldn’t hesitate to use her need against her when their arrangement was over.
They had done little more than kiss and already Lex could tell that Chloe was responding to him the way he had dreamt she would.
A flushed face companied with shuddered breaths, the very sight of her dropping her silky shirt to the floor and willingly exposing the lace-covered creamy white mounds that lay beneath, removing her skirt to bare herself completely as he had, was enough to make him slam his lips harshly against hers once again – punishing her for making him, for making both of them, wait so long for this.
Deft fingers made quick work of the clasp on the back of her bra and it was thrown haphazardly across the room in his haste to get to it already.
His hands slid down her body, grabbing her ass so hard that Chloe was sure she’d have bruises there in the morning.
He dragged her up, her back flush against the cold metal door as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hissed when his hot mouth made contact with one of her already peaked nipples.
Chloe’s hands flew to Lex’s smooth head, dancing against the back of it in frantic, erratic motions as he suckled her and then teased the sensitive skin with his tongue and teeth.
“Lex.”
The whimpered cry of his name coming from her mouth made him grow harder against her, eager to be taken care of.
Trailing wet, languorous kisses up her chest to her collarbone and then to her neck, Lex buried his face against the soft skin as he dropped one hand down to position himself at her entrance.
Groaning when he felt the moist heat luring him in, he thrust into her, pushing cruelly down on her hips at the same time so he was encased fully by her inner walls.
Chloe let out a gasping half-scream of pain at the action, but soon found that Lex was not without mercy as he nuzzled her neck and allowed her to get used to the feeling of him inside of her. She closed her eyes and started to rise up, only to push back down of her own accord, developing a rhythm she mentally wanted no part of, even if her body was burning for it.
Grunting as he pounded into her, matching the slow movements she set at first, but rapidly moving onto harder, more urgent thrusts, sweat began to bead off his skin and he found himself completely incoherent when Chloe leaned forward a little and started to massage his head with lazy, open-mouthed kisses.
The multiple sensations were almost too much for him to bear. He knew he was going to come soon, and also knew that despite what their deal had been, Chloe likely wouldn’t return for a second round if he came before her.
Reaching a hand down to where they were joined, his fingers played in her curls until he felt the hard nub of her clit and adjusted himself so he was hitting it with every pump inside of her.
In a cyclone of blond hair, heated skin, and panting breaths, Chloe’s orgasm came so suddenly, so savagely, and with such surprise that it hurt. Her head was thrown back from the very force of it and her velvet walls gripped him so tightly that the pleasure overcame him and he spilled himself inside of her, the remnants of her climax milking every last drop from him before he let his head fall forward to rest against the door.
Eyes closed, Chloe tried to calm herself, shakily unwrapping her legs and slid down till her feet touched the floor. She moved away from him and numbly started to look for her clothes.
Spent from their activities, Lex merely turned around, leaning his back against the door as he watched her.
Convinced that she would no longer be able to deny what was between them, he allowed a lopsided smirk to lift his lips.
“You could stay,” he suggested, only amused when Chloe shot him a somewhat pointed look. “I never said that the payments had to be made over time.”
Chloe pulled on her clothes, quivering fingers buttoning up her blouse before running through her hair in an effort to make sure she didn’t look completely debauched.
With a resigned sigh, he followed her into the living room, frowning when she got to her bag that was resting against the wall.
“When will I see you again?” he asked, a sinking feeling building in his gut that she was still going to try and run away from him. “We have an arrangement,” he reminded her.
A quick look at him through the corner of her eye, Chloe bent down and removed a black garbage bag out of her oversized purse.
Lex looked at her questioningly, but Chloe ignored him and took the bag over to the coffee table. Carefully removing the knot that held it closed, she pushed down the plastic to reveal a sight that shocked any words Lex might have had right out of him.
Clark Kent – Superman – the bane of his existence.
Covered with blood from being shlupped up to his apartment in the garbage bag, his head lay there on Lex’s coffee table, adorned by a few green meteor rocks to make absolutely certain that he wasn’t going to pull off a miracle and come back to life.
Lex looked up at Chloe, his mouth hanging open in a delighted stupor.
Chloe’s face wasn’t as friendly. Putting on a guarded expression, she motioned to Clark’s head.
“We’re even.”
With that, she strolled over to her purse and exited through the front door.
Lex blinked a couple of times before a slow, evilly pleased smile lit up his face.
God, he loved that woman.
The End