Author: JosiCuervo
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: S1-6 are fair game.
Category: Smut. Humor. Romance. Angst. Smut, smut, smutty, smut, smut.
Disclaimer: No infringement intended. If I owned Smallville the only part that would suck would involve a cock and a mouth.
Summary: Another strange Luthor Christmas/birthday in four parts.
for Zannie
Happy Birthday (a few days early).
Chapter One
For Chloe, holidays were a double-edged sword.
Especially the Christmas season.
Perhaps it would be easier if the Christmas season was made up of a mere week or two, but it seemed to her as if the season grew longer and longer every year. And now, what used to be a whirl-wind of excitement had faded into a jumble of incessant nuisances.
Sure, she still enjoyed the lights, the decorations, and the general good spirit that accompanied the Christmas holiday. It was the commercialism she hated, and how just the simple mention of Christmas always brought out the selfish in nearly everyone around her. It was infuriating, and made her think some very un-Christmas-like thoughts.
And, to make matters even worse, Christmas time always reminded her of what she’d been missing; of what she was still missing. Of the small things she’d missed growing up without a mother. Made her wonder how things would’ve turned out had her mother been around to influence her directly.
Of course, her father had done the best he could, but the absence of her mother had always had a serious impact on her life.
And having the story of her mother changed at every turn had only added to the negativity of that impact.
For years she’d thought her mother to be dead. She’d just started to come to terms with that fact when she’d found out that her mother hadn’t actually died. She’d simply left. Just got up one morning, packed up her shit, and walked out on her husband and young daughter.
So Chloe had taken the appropriate measures to come to terms with that shocking revelation, and in the process felt as if she’d made great strides in becoming the kind of reasonable, rationale adult that most parents dreamed of raising. She’d done everything in her power to accept that her mother hadn’t wanted her, and eventually managed to shrug it off and move on with her life.
Only to find out a short time later that the new version wasn’t exactly the truth either.
In the actual reality of all realistic realities, Chloe’s mother had been committed to a mental institution, for the treatment of a severe mental disease. Something that was not only incurable, but also hereditary. And that was something Chloe thought to be quite relevant to her future.
Chloe had not taken the latest change in realities reasonably or rationally. She’d been hurt and angry, and not the least bit willing to discuss it with her father any further. She’d simply found her mother and took what relief she could from the vacant expression in her eyes.
Because being an unconscious oversight was better than being blatantly unwanted. Even if it meant she would never really know her mother.
Unfortunately, there was always a consequence for every action, and the changed truths had created a real rift in her relationship with her father. She didn’t appreciate being lied to and the fact he did it more than once made it even worse. She managed to keep her angst to herself for quite a while, but eventually they’d had a heated falling out and they’d barely spoken in recent years.
Actually, if she was really honest with herself, they’d barely spoken in more than a decade. She’d moved out at an early age, either living on her own or staying with friends. She typically spent holidays with the Kent’s, having been around so long they considered her one of the family.
She’d spent years being too angry to understand the long-term repercussions of her bitterness.
Now she was almost thirty-one years old, and sometimes she still felt the pain of a lonely little girl.
Occasionally, Chloe thought about trying to reestablish a relationship with her father, but deep down she knew she wasn’t ready, and trying to force the issue would only make things worse.
She also knew that she was fighting the clock on reconciling, her father was getting older, and with every passing day the odds of his outliving her resentment grew worse. She hoped she’d be able to put it behind her before it was too late, but not enough to try to rush her acceptance of his betrayal.
Unreasonable or not, that’s just the way it was.
She’d never been too keen on settling down, either. Finding a husband was never actually on her list, never mind being at the top of it. And children – the mere thought of ever having children made her feel icky.
She’d made it this far on her own, so having to do it alone for the rest of her life didn’t seem like that big a deal to her. Independence was something to be proud of, and there was no way she’d throw it away for just anyone.
That’s why she often wondered how she ended up here – mixed up in all she was mixed up in.
She’d met up with Lucas Luthor completely by accident.
She’d just left Lex Luthor’s office after another altercation that concluded with Lex insulting her dating choices. Or in her case, lack of dating choices. She finally figured out that he only used that line as a last resort, defense mechanism, but at the time she’d always become unreasonably infuriated by it. Had always wanted to punch him in his arrogant face.
On this particular afternoon, she’d been pushing forward without much thought as to where she was going, and ended up running directly into the hard chest of a man. A solid, delicious smelling man with a distinct twinkle in his eyes.
Her hands came up and she clutched at his jacket. His hands gripped her waist, his finger tips digging in gently as he steadied her.
“Chloe,” he asked. “What’s the rush?”
She looked up at him, felt her face heat under his intense gaze.
Said the first thing that came to mind, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
His eyes widened and he smirked at her pleasantly, “Well, that’s certainly good news – for me.”
She frowned, muttered, “I’ve never really had one at all.”
He raised a brow at her, “Why not?”
“Because they always end up trying to kill me.”
“Then going without seems like the best choice to me.”
He smiled down at her and she smiled back. Was an instant goner.
They’d gone out the following week. He’d promised he wouldn’t try to kill her and she’d promised not to run away prematurely.
It was a month before they finally managed to consummate the relationship.
She hadn’t planned on waiting so long. In fact, she’d fully intended to give him more than a taste that very first night. She was no virgin and she had no reason to feign anything of the sort.
But he’d left her at her door with nothing more than a sedate kiss on the cheek.
Which left her with no other choice but to accept that small kiss as an issuance of a challenge.
So on their second date she’d left him with a hug. She’d pressed her body full length against his and squeezed for the briefest of moments. Then smirked as she’d walked away.
And he’d called her the very next evening, asking when he could see her again.
Her strategy for their third date hadn’t gone as planned. She’d had every intention of giving him the sweetest, gentlest kiss on the lips, but somewhere between the pinot noir and the tequila shooters, everything had gone seriously wrong. The only thing she kissed was the toilet bowl, and he still enjoyed teasing her about it.
Some lessons were meant to be learned only once, and for her, that was one of them.
But that had been the turning point in their relationship. He’d called her every night and they’d gone out several times a week until Chloe finally reached a point where all she could think about was getting him naked and fucking the daylights out of him.
It didn’t take them long to accept that nothing would ever be easy for them.
When Chloe propositioned him on the way to dinner.
Lucas ended up with food poisoning.
When Lucas whispered lewd debauchery on the dance floor.
Chloe tripped and sprained her ankle.
They finally gave up and started ripping off clothes as soon as they got in the limo.
Some fucking asshole ran a red light and t-boned the limo, putting both of them in the hospital overnight.
Chloe had really started to believe that she’d never get to fuck him when the opportunity finally presented itself.
It was unexpected, and unplanned, at least on her part, and one of the most erotic escapades of her life.
She still turned a silly shade of pink when she thought about it.
She was working in her home office when he showed up. He must’ve picked the lock because he never knocked. She didn’t know he was there until his shadow loomed over her.
Her scream of shock was cut off by his mouth. He pulled her towards him and plundered her mouth with his lips and tongue, taking what he wanted and giving exactly what he got.
It only took her a second to get her bearings and by the time he heaved her on top of her desk, she was ripping his shirt open, gasping as the buttons flew everywhere.
His mouth was on her pulse, his hands squeezing the firm swells of her breasts, and her hands were working on his belt and zipper, intent on releasing his cock to her hands.
She stroked his hard length, one hand squeezing along the shaft and the other rubbing circles on the tip. She panted, her breathing becoming more and more erratic as the noises coming from him grew louder. He was grunting against her neck, his hands becoming slightly rough, his hips pitching forward into her hands.
She released his cock, pushed his clothing down his hips, moved his shirt out of the way until he finally yanked it down his arms and tossed it to the side. He toed his shoes off, kicked his pants out of the way.
She tongued his nipples, her hands once again massaging and stroking his cock and balls. She bit down, growled against his skin, her hips squirming for contact.
He tried to push her back on the desk, but she stopped him, stood up and forced him backwards until his legs connected with the chair against the far wall, and he sat down.
She stood in front of him, reveling in sight of him, panting, sweating slightly, his eyes glowing hotly in the dim light. She stepped between his legs, ran her fingers through his hair, gripped, pulled, forcing his head back as she bent down.
She licked his bottom lip then took it between her teeth and pulled gently. He groaned, tried to capture her mouth, but her grip on his hair prevented him from moving too far. She teased him mercilessly, her tongue dancing along his lips, dipping inside his mouth only to retreat before he could retaliate. He bucked in the chair, and the words that fell from his lips were that of a desperate man.
She released his hair, pulled back. Stood up tall and admired what she’d done to him.
He looked like he was going to snap at any moment. Kind of wanted him to. Wanted to watch him break.
She pulled her shirt over her head, and threw it to the side. Reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and threw it at him. Smirked saucily as the silky scrap of material hit him in the head.
She brought her hands up, cupped her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples. She let her head fall back, stroked one hand down her stomach and into the waistband of her skirt.
She groaned as her fingers brushed over her swollen clit, and she hunched over slightly, pushed a finger into her wet heat. She withdrew her hand from her center, reached out and stroked a moist finger over his lips, her center pulsing as he captured the digit between his teeth and sucked off her essence.
She barely got her finger out of his mouth before he was out of the chair and moving her back towards the desk.
He picked her up, laid her out on her desk, the fabric of her fitted skirt ripping as he spread her legs. He bent over her, nuzzled the slickness between her legs, his lips and tongue immediately focusing on her throbbing clit.
She arched back on the desk, her legs hooking over his shoulders and urging him closer. Her hands gripped the back of his head, her hips pumped wildly, rubbing her swollen sex on his face.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging in painfully as he tried to hold her down. He exhaled sharply, his breath hot and cold on her wet, heated flesh, and the sensation sent a chill up her spine.
She released his head, pushed at his shoulders until he moved away from her then sat up. She reached out and gripped his naked hips, pulled him forward until his cock was directly in front of her. She licked the head, sucked it into her mouth and pulled.
He groaned, pushed her off of him, pulled her hips closer to the edge and tried to move over her, his hard cock nudging her entrance.
She shook her head, muttered, “Wait.”
He paused, looked down at her questioningly. His nostrils flared, the hot look in his eyes sending an answering chill down her spine.
She shivered with excitement, reached down, opened the top drawer of her desk, and took out a condom. Handed it to him, reclined on the desk and watched him roll the latex on.
He stepped between her spread legs, gripped her hips and pulled her off the desk. He turned her around, pressed a kiss to the back of her neck then bent her over at the waist until her elbows were resting on the cool wood of the desk.
She craned her head around, watched him gazing down at her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to penetrate her. His eyes squeezed shut as the head of his cock entered her and he paused, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he held himself back.
“Fuck me, Lucas,” she whispered, her hips bucking towards him. “Please. Fuck me.”
Lucas’ eyes flew open, his lips pulled back, baring his teeth like a primal beast. He thrust forward, cursing as she took him in, her inner muscles clasping his cock tightly.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips already rocking into him, tiny bursts of pleasure radiating from the point of friction. “You know you want it. Take it, fuck me.”
He pulled back, rolled his hips. Slid his cock back inside her.
She felt like she was falling apart, like she was going to burn up right there on her desk.
Her head fell back, but she forced her eyes to remain open. She wanted to watch him, wanted to watch his reaction to her body, her voice, the tight heat around his cock.
Really just wanted to remind herself which Luthor she was fucking.
As if her body didn’t know the difference.
She took a deep breath, focused on the throbbing pleasure coalescing at her center. Reached her hands up, gripped his waist and held onto him. Urged him faster, deeper, harder.
He was coming undone, that much was evident in his heavy-lidded gaze. The sudden irregularity of his thrusts. The iron grip of his hands on her hips.
She wedged a hand between their bodies. Rubbed her clit in fast, tight circles. Almost immediately fell into her climax, her body quaking and shuddering around him.
He grunted, relief overtaking his features as he came. He pumped into her again, stopped. Leaned on her heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He panted into her neck, licked her then placed soft kisses along her pulse until finally he managed to ease off of her, out of her.
She stretched lazily, groaning as she got her feet beneath her and stood up. He was watching her, smugness evident on his face and in the stance of his body. She smiled back, extremely grateful that mind-reading was not one of his specialties.
Wondered if he’d look that smug if he knew exactly what she’d been thinking right before she came. Wondered if he’d be jealous or angry. Smirked at the thought.
He walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her. His heat felt nice, took the chill off her skins as well as her thoughts. Wondered if she was going to Hell for being such a manipulative shrew. Had to be a little grateful that it would be warm there.
“Was it good for you, baby?”
Chloe choked, laughed loudly. “Tell me that’s not a serious question.”
He pulled back slightly, said, “That’s not a serious question?”
He looked pathetic, almost sincerely pensive. So she took pity on him, said sweetly, “Of course it was good for me. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
His eyes lit up. Men were all so easy. They were so intent on believing themselves to be sex Gods, they couldn’t see when they were being duped.
Not that she’d been totally lying. She really had come harder than she normally did. Very rarely had she ever came harder. Except for that one time, which didn’t even count because she refused to think about it.
Much.
Later that night, she’d taken him to task for breaking into her apartment, and warned him he’d best not ever do such a thing again. Then immediately gave him a key. Just in case.
Things had gone on from there. They had a pretty normal relationship. Sometimes they got along well, other times one of them wanted to strangle the other. Different opinions, different perspectives – that’s just the way it worked.
And most of the time she considered herself to be really, really happy.
Even without her father’s presence in her life.
Most of the time she didn’t even think about him.
But now, sitting at a festive table with Lionel and Lex Luthor, and once again in the company of Lana Lang, she felt a strange kind of twinge in her chest and for the first time in a long time, she really missed her father.
Chloe took a deep breath, blinked away the sudden burn of tears in her eyes.
She turned to Lucas, wanting a little bit of reassurance to temper her sudden nostalgic turmoil.
Was instantly annoyed to find Lucas openly inspecting Lana, his eyes roaming freely, his fingers gripping his almost empty glass so tightly his knuckles were white.
She grimaced, surprised at how unsurprised she really was. Everyone always ended up leering at Lana. It was inevitable. She should be used to it by now.
But that didn’t stop her from having a momentary daydream about smashing both their heads.
She started to smile at the thought, quickly schooled her features, bent toward him and whispered, “Please stop leering at Lana.”
He turned his head and looked at her with a somewhat vacant expression, squinting slightly as he pondered her words. She knew that look and held her breath. Hoped he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid.
Knew she’d be disappointed as soon as he opened his mouth.
“Why should I,” he sneered loudly. “You’re in love with my brother and you don’t see me whining about it.”
Chloe’s eyes widened and she gasped, her head jerking back as if he’d physically struck her.
Someone coughed and she turned her attention to those seated across from her.
Lana was staring at her accusingly, but she kept glancing at Lucas with intent interest. She was scheming. Chloe could smell it and it made her insides pulse with rage.
Lionel was frowning slightly, his gaze on the table in front of him. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Chloe really couldn’t blame him for that.
Lex, though – Lex looked amused – his lips quirked and he smirked at her, one eyebrow raised mockingly. He gave her a significant look, licked his lips – probably intentionally.
She wished she could reach across the vast expanse of mahogany and slap the arrogance from his face.
Wished she could simply snap her fingers and make him vanish from the Earth forever.
Was infuriated that what she really wanted to do was leap across the table and sit on his face.
Chloe glared at Lex. Turned her gaze on Lucas and wished him many nights of blue balls and impotence. Hated for that childish prick to be right.
Wanted to run away and never lay eyes on the Luthor’s ever again.
And it was still three days until her birthday.
TBC
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