Title: Infected
Rating: T
Author: SilverSnikle
Character: Clark
Timeline: Clark Luthor's Seventeenth Birthday
Warnings: Luthor-verse
Disclaimer: Borrowed characters and some dialogue... No affiliation to CW/WB, DC
Summary: My take on Clark Luthor's descent into darkness.
Feedback: Oh, yes please!
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- Chapter 5 -
Clark's tongue snakes out between his teeth, his mouth spreading into a wide grin, and licks his lips. His eyes burn, but it's a good burn, and he momentarily opens them wider before they narrow. He feels free. All the frustration, anger, and despair he has held inside for years is gone. Clark glances at the ring on his pinky in awe. He thinks maybe Lionel didn't know how this was going to affect him. Then he thinks, he really doesn't care. He laughs, and it's a genuine laugh that erupts from the deepest part of his stomach.
Tess moves to stand up and Clark suddenly remembers she's there, in his lap. He holds her in place. Her hair is pulled to one side over her otherwise bare shoulder. He takes in her dress for the first time; it's strapless and silky. He lifts a hand and lets his fingers run through her amber locks trailing down her shoulder, over her bare chest and still further. The material feels smooth under his fingertips.
"Clark?" Her voice, quiet, pulls him back to the present. He raises his eyes up to meet hers.
There is a fire behind her green eyes. Clark gets lost in the flames, but only for a moment. She says his name again and his gaze drops to her lips, full and pouty. He tilts his head to the side, confused. Tess has the most perfect set of lips he's ever seen, and he is just now realizing it. How is that possible? He has no control as his head lowers toward her, his lips brushing against hers. They are just as soft and welcoming as they appear.
"Clark?" Her breath is warm on his lips, like a hug on a summer day.
"Shhh." He doesn't want to talk; doesn't want anything but her lips against his.
She doesn't fight him, lets him kiss her, even allowing him to deepen the kiss. Something clicks in his head and he understands. Tess has been in love with him for a long time. He chuckles against her mouth. He can do anything he wants with her; she will not deny him anything. The thoughts that flood his mind should shock him, but they don't. Suddenly he's uncomfortable and shifts his hips, causing Tess to settle between his thighs. The new position feels better, but it still isn't quite right.
Clark pulls away from her, staring through her green irises, deep into her soul. There is no need to rush anything; she will always feel this way. He will always have power over her, be able to take what he wants from her. He wonders momentarily what he wants. An earlier conversation with a cute blonde comes to mind.
"Let's go dance." Clark stands, pulling Tess up with him, and grabs his suit jacket. After wiping it off, he slips his jacket on and grabs Tess by her upper arm. She's barely able to keep up with him as he strides toward the roof access door; his hold is the only thing keeping her upright.
She says nothing as they load into the elevator, or as he pushes her against the back of it to kiss her again, or as he drags her out of it and toward the dance floor. She doesn't fight him as he whips her around, pulling her closer than a brother should, on the dance floor. She obediently slips her arms around his neck when he grabs her waist. She doesn't have to tell her hips to move with his as he sways to the beat.
Clark is smiling brightly, truly enjoying himself for the first time since, ever. His eyes scan the crowd and he catches a glimpse of blonde hair. She's standing against a pillar, her brow scrunched in confusion. He winks at her, and she glances over her shoulder, thinking it's meant for somebody else. The song ends and he spins Tess, dipping her gently before spinning her out for a bow. The crowd applauds and they both smile as cameras flash. He looks at Tess and is pleased to see her smiling, looking as truly happy as he feels.
A large hand lands on his shoulder and Clark turns to see Lionel. He smiles at his father and tips his head. He lets go of Tess's hand and heads off the dance floor, hunting for a drink. He isn't thirsty, just looking for an escape. He has no desire to feel the wrath of Lionel. He's in too good of a mood to let it be ruined by a little green rock, or the man in possession of it.
"Care to comment on that little stunt?" Clark turns quickly, and knows by the look on her face that she is surprised by his incomprehensibly quick spin. He raises an eyebrow.
"No stunt. Sis and I just have good chemistry." He's pretty sure she isn't referring to the dance, but gets a kick out of his hidden double meaning. Her blonde hair sways as she shakes her head disagreeably.
"We both know that wasn't what I was asking about." Dang, this girl has balls; he likes it.
"I can't flirt with the sexiest girl at my own birthday party just because she doesn't have an official invite?" He takes a step closer to her and mentally high-fives himself as her cheeks start to softly glow. "Speaking of which, did you bring me a present?"
Chloe seems to be calculating her response options. He knows she obviously didn't, so he's making a mental list of ways she can make it up to him. "Well, I'm here aren't I?"
Clark laughs, nods, and grabs her hand. He's dragging her on to the dance floor smiling like a hyena. He looks back at the girl he's dragging behind him. Her eyes widened in disbelief; he's pretty sure that other emotion is fear. He doesn't stop until they are dead center. To his amusement the music has changed to fast-paced techno. This is much more his speed tonight.
He wraps his arms around her waist, grinding up against her. Their height difference is a little bit of a challenge, but he bends his knees, one sliding between her thighs and that fixes everything. Moving one large hand to the middle of her lower back, he guides her hips into a steady rhythm to match his own. Her eyes are wide with shock. He lets his free hand hang loose at his side while he moves against her.
He is only partially aware of the flashes from a few cameras. Her head turns toward the source of the bright lights and he remembers she is there to write the story, not be a part of it. She is definitely getting more than she bargained for.
Clark doesn't like sharing her attention and decides to do something about it. He lets his head fall, his face pressing up against her exposed neck. He hears her sharp intake of breath and smiles against her skin. He lets his hand on her back drop lower and pulls her tighter against his mid section. He knows she's enjoying herself when he focuses his hearing on her heartbeat's accelerated pace. He doesn't have much, rather any, experience with girls, but he isn't worried about that.
The music pulses to a stop and the DJ makes an announcement that the cake is being unveiled. Clark doesn't want to let go of Chloe, but knows he's the star of the night. He pulls himself up to his full height and steps away from her, noting her half lidded eyes and parted lips. She'll be waiting for him when he's finished blowing out his candles and smiling for the cameras. He wonders absently what photo she will chooses to run with her article. He's guessing it won't be one of the two of them dancing together.
His family is waiting for him by the cake, which is still hidden by a drape. Once he has taken his place next to his father, the strings are pulled up, taking the cloth with them and revealing his cake.
The dessert is in the shape of his initials, a standing "C" and "L". He figures it must be about 4 feet tall, with icing to match the rest of his party and sparklers in place of the typical candles. He is temporarily disappointed that there are no candles for him to blow out. Before he can be too upset, however, the room erupts into a disorderly rendering of the basic "Happy Birthday" song. While they are singing, a server approaches him carrying a small platter with a small, personal sized cake in the shape of the number seventeen and seventeen candles.
He thinks how much fun it would be to use his full strength breath to blow out the candles, spraying cake and icing all over the server. Then he thinks better of it, guessing this smaller cake would probably be his favorite flavor, and what a waste it would be to cover the undeserving server with strawberry cake and icing. He can only lick his lips in anticipation as the chorus ends their song and the server stops in front of him expectantly. He stands still, taps his chin, rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, and then leans forward. Carefully he exhales, making sure to push out his lips appropriately, extinguishing the flames.
"I'd just love to know what it is you wished for, but that would spoil it!" Lionel pats him on the shoulder in a show of good nature.
A few servers set to work removing the sparklers and carving up his giant initials for the crowd to devour. The server holding his personal cake has already removed the candles and is cutting it into small pieces. He waits until she has moved a few of the small sections onto cake plates, and then he reaches over and takes the remainder. She does a decent job of hiding her shock and frustration at his bold move, and he turns to face his family.
"Thank you so much! This night has been an absolute dream." He catches Lionel eying his hand and smiles at the Devil's look of curiosity. "And thank you, Father, for the most glorious gift you've ever given me." Clark was amazed to be able to say something so positive to Lionel and mean it sincerely.
"If you'll excuse me, I am going to go enjoy my cake." He smiles brightly at Tess, who he notices flinches a little when he reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. He wonders if maybe she doesn't like that he's so free. Then he remembers how submissive she had been earlier and dismisses the thought. She was probably more afraid he'd resort back into his shell if he took off his shiny new ring. He wishes he could assure her he has no such plans- to remove the ring. He enjoys feeling free, feeling as if no one can make him do anything he doesn't ultimately want.
He slides past her and heads for the balcony to enjoy his cake, his strawberry cake, in peace. On the way he sees Chloe, tapping away at her cellphone and grabs her with his free hand by the arm, leading her out onto the balcony with him.
"You really need not be so rough with me." She sort of huffs the words out when he stops, letting go of her arm, once they are outside.
Her word choice seems odd to him, but he dismisses the thought, he has more urgent matters on his mind. He takes a bite of his cake, never taking his eyes off her. She shifts uneasily under his intense gaze, and he takes another bite. The cake is creamy, rich, and speckled with pieces of fresh berries. He licks the fork, and thinks about feeding her a bite. He thinks about a little bit of icing being left on her lip, and he envisions her tongue sneaking out to lick it away.
His thoughts must be somewhat readable in his features because she's looking decidedly like a cornered cat. The idea of feeding her is all he can process, so he gathers a bit of cake, albeit mostly icing, onto the fork and steps closer to her. As the fork reaches her lips he thinks she's not going to open her mouth, to allow him access, but she does. He's gentle, only moving the fork's tip barely past her lips before stopping, allowing her to close the gap and her lips over the utensil. His heart is hammering away in his chest and he pulls the fork away from her lips, spellbound by the way her lips pout as the fork slides free of them.
He sets the fork and plate on the railing and reaches a hand into her golden curls, his eyes drifting shut. Behind his lids he sees only her lips wrapped around the fork. He moves in, leaving a small space between them, and feels her breath, shallow against his lips.
"There you are, Cuz!" Clark jerks his head toward the voice, his eyes ripping open, and glares.
Walking out onto the balcony is a brunette, with a decent athletic build, staring at the girl in his arms. She puts her hands on her hips and stalks right up to them.
"We've got everything we need, and our deadline is in two hours! If we don't get back to the Planet soon, we won't be seeing our names on any bylines tomorrow!" She reaches a hand out to grab Chloe's hand, and Clark grabs her by the wrist.
"Who the hell are you? And where the hell did you lose your manners?" He was very much enjoying himself less than ten seconds ago, and he'd be damned if this woman, maniac, was going to ruin his fun.
"Lois Lane, Daily Planet. And that," she jabs a finger in the direction of Chloe, "is my little cousin. So, unless you want to know the privilege of feeling my boot up your ass, I suggest you let her go so that we can get back to work."
Clark is so amazed by her audacity he doesn't fight when Chloe pulls herself from his arms and walks toward this Lois. He just stands there staring at the slightly taller woman who has no problem treating him like some predator. Before he put on his ring, he would have respected her, maybe even embraced her ability to see past his name. Now, he wants to throw her over the railing and resume his previous activity.
The thoughts of his previous activity flood his mind and his blood begins to flood one particular part of his body. He's imaging how warm and soft Chloe's lips would be, and then his mind clears. It's too late though, the brash brunette is dragging his blonde through the crowd. Damn the crowd. If they weren't there he could reach Chloe faster than she could blink. If he were to speed here, there is no doubt someone would notice him either seemingly dissolve into nothingness or appearing out of nowhere.
He watches as they weave through the bodies of the crowd, and as they reach the door. They don't even hesitate, pushing the doors open and hurrying through them.
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