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Kryptonian Consort 22/?

Kryptonian Consort
Genre: Drama, romance, old school Clois, AU
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Kal-El/Lois
Spoilers: Season Four on
Feedback: Would make my day
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the scripts which are used liberally here, but if I did, oh boy would I have some fun!

Summary: Clark returns from the matrix where he has spent his summer only to meet the girl he decides is his destiny. And nobody better get in his way. 

a/n: Banner once again designed by the lovely and talented miss [info]ctbn60 
 
Previously
 

 

Chapter Twenty-Two

Clark hefted the case as he started to walk out the door to the porch. His mother gave him a look as if to say, ‘don’t even pretend that’s heavy’.

“I thought you were supposed to meet Dad at the train station in like ten minutes?”

“I’m running late,” Mom sighed. “And I need to stop by the Talon and make sure everything’s okay before I take off.”

“Mom,” Clark said, stepping down onto the driveway, turning to look at her. “Didn’t Lex give you a vacation because you’ve been working so hard? Come on, take a break. The Talon will still be there when you get back.”

Mom smiled and pushed a stray hair out of his eyes. “Maybe I should listen to my wise son,” she said. “Hopefully the alumnus from Princeton will too.”

“Yeah, about that,” Clark said with a frown. “I know you guys just want the best, but Lois will be at Met U, and, you know, since she is my consort ...”

“Clark, your father and I just want you to get the best opportunities and Princeton is Ivy League. Besides, if you get accepted, I’m sure if Lois keeps her grades up, she might be able to get a transfer.” Mom sighed. “I’m still not sure about the two of you getting married. You’re both awfully young for that kind of commitment.”

“I know you worry about that, Mom, but it’s what we want. I love her.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” she said. “Is she coming this weekend?”

“Uh, yeah, she decided to have a surprise party for Chloe’s eighteenth birthday in the barn.”

The last time Clark had hosted a party at the farm, the house had ended up completely trashed and Earl Jenkins had hidden in the barn.

“Clark, you’re seventeen now, not fourteen. Just don’t let things get out of hand.” She bit her lip. “Maybe I should stay.”

Clark huffed. “Mom, you need this vacation. It’s the first one in three years. I’ll be okay. Promise.”

He put the suitcase in the truck and helped her into the driver’s seat.

“You have the number of the hotel in Metropolis,” she said as she started to drive away. “Call if you need anything.”

Just as his mother turned onto the highway, another vehicle came in the driveway. Lois pulled in and jumped out of the car and into his arms.

“Miss me?” she said as she kissed him hard.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he told her, his hands under her ass to keep her from slipping down.

“Mm,” she said, grinding herself down against him. “Feels like Clark Jnr missed me a whole lot more.”

“I thought we had to get ready for the party?” he asked.

“We still have some time,” she said, purring seductively. “Since you can, you know, use your superspeed.”

“You are a little minx, you know that, don’t you, consort?”

Lois shivered at the mention of that term. She loved the way he used it to claim her. The way she claimed him. She pressed her mouth against his, thrusting her tongue in between. Clark made a small, impatient moan, pressing her up against the barn wall. She clung to him, locking her legs around his waist, the need inside building like the fire in a furnace.

“Clark!” she moaned, turning her head slightly. Clark took advantage, his lips latching on to her throat.

Lois slipped one hand between their bodies, pulling at the fastening of his jeans, pushing them down. He wasn’t wearing any boxers.

“Going commando? Feeling lucky Kent?” she asked.

“Don’t you know it,” he rasped, his own hand scrabbling for the button of her jeans.

She felt his hard length pressing against her belly as her beloved boyfriend pushed her jeans down off her butt. Clark groaned.

“Baby, you need to let me go so I can get these off,” he told her.

“Don’t wanna,” she pouted, reluctant to lose any contact.

“Lois, I can’t ...” Her jeans were in the way, but the last thing she wanted was for him to rip them. With a sigh, she let herself down long enough for the jeans to slide down her legs. She used her toes to push the backs of her sneakers down, kicking them off, then stepped out of the jeans.

“That better?” she asked.

“Much,” he grinned. Before she could lift herself into his arms again, he was turning her around, pushing her up against the wall. Lois used her hands to brace herself against the wall as his fingers sought out her clit. He stroked roughly until she cried out.

“Smallville!”

Then she lost all sense of time as his cockhead pressed inside her from behind.

“Ahh!”

She felt him lift her away from the wall and carry her, still impaled on his cock, to the stairs. He bent her over the railing, allowing him to take her deeper, as he braced himself with one foot on the stair.

“Oh god!” Lois screamed. This was too good. She clung on for dear life as Clark pounded inside her, feeling her muscles tense, and she came in an explosion of stars.

As Clark pulled out gently, Lois swayed unsteadily, her legs clearly wobbly.

“Whoa,” he said, grabbing her by the waist. “You okay baby?”

She leaned back against him and nodded, panting. “Just got a little wobbly there. That was intense.”

“I know,” he said, holding her close. “I wish we didn’t have to spend so much time apart.”

“You know we don’t have a choice right now, Clark. But it’ll only be for a few more months. Promise.” She turned in his arms, kissing him. “Promise.”

Clark smiled and kissed her back. “Okay,” he said. “Why don’t we go put our clothes back on and get the stuff from the car.”

They’d been discussing the party for a week. Clark had argued that it wasn’t such a good time, since the man from Princeton was due to visit that night as well. But Lois had won him over. Even his parents joked that Lois had him twisted around her little finger. But he didn’t mind it so much.

“It won’t be Sodom and Gomorrah okay?” she said. “And I’d hate to think what Chloe’s reaction would be if you rained on her parade. Trust me. It’ll just be a couple of people standing around singing happy birthday.”

Lois had slipped her panties and jeans back on and was pulling the stuff out of the car. “We better do a rush job on this,” she said. “I have to get the wheels back to my Dad before he notices them missing.”

Clark sighed and shook his head with a grin. Lois would never change. But that was what he loved about her.

Using his superspeed, Clark made quick work of the decorations, with Lois standing back and directing. More than once, Clark would roll his eyes at her in exasperation.

“Ah, come on, Smallville,” she grinned. “You love it when I boss you around. Admit it.”

Never in a million years, he thought.

Lois returned the car to the base, leaving Clark to finish up his chores, then got Chloe to pick her up. She’d told Chloe she’d come to spend the weekend with Clark, which wasn’t too far from the truth. Her cousin had a nose for trouble like a bloodhound. She just hoped that Chloe hadn’t found out about the birthday party.

“So how are things with you and Clark?”

“They’re fine. Why?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I just heard it on the grapevine that you two were pretty hot and heavy. So hot and heavy that you were planning to get married next summer.”

“This grapevine wouldn’t be, I don’t know, early fifties, balding, likes Chevello cigars and has a fetish for camouflage clothing, would he?”

“Aw come on, Lo, he’s worried about you. I mean, he’s never seen you this serious about anyone before, and it is kind of sudden.”

“What Clark and I do and how we feel about each other is nobody’s business but ours,” Lois snapped, then sighed. “Chloe, I’m sorry. But Clark and I really care about each other and it’s not going to matter what the general says. Besides, since when did you two get so close?”

“Ah, hello? He helped hide me before Lionel’s trial, remember? Uncle Sam and I used to talk a lot over the summer.”

That’s right, Lois thought. Her father had visited Chloe every week while she was in witness protection.

Chloe pulled up outside the Talon. Lois had arranged with Lana for the two girls to go shopping so Lois could get back to the farm and help Clark get things ready for the party. Chloe got out of the car and looked at her.

“Lo, I can see that you’re really happy with Clark, and I’m happy for you guys. I mean, I won’t pretend that I’m not a little bit jealous, because, you know, I always hoped that Clark would see me that way, but if you’re happy, then I’m happy. You’re like my two best friends, you know? And even I can see that you’re good together.”

“Thanks Chloe. It means a lot, to both me and Clark.”

“Good. Now, why are we here to see Lana?”

“Oh, I just needed to talk to her about something,” she said.

Chloe frowned, then nodded. “Uh huh.” She looked sceptical, but Lois let it slide, not wanting to give too much information away. She followed Chloe up the stairs and waited as she knocked on the door of Lana’s apartment and went in. There was a weird smell as they entered. Lois could see that Lana was cooking up something.

She’d already tried calling Lana, but there had been no answer.

“Hello,” Chloe said. Lois frowned as Lana quickly covered something with a cloth.

“Oh, you are home. I’ve been calling, but no one answered.”

Lana looked up. “Well, I’ve been kind of preoccupied. Science project,” she smirked.

Chloe frowned. “From what century?”

“Oh, it’s a whole retro thing. I’m trying to recreate some of the stuff they did back in the 1600s.”

Lois stared at her, wondering why she was looking back and forth at her and Chloe. Lana was not acting like herself. Not that Lois had a lot to do with her. She knew Clark still hadn’t told Lana the truth about their relationship. But then Lana was dating Jason Teague, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“I really think you two are going to like it,” Lana said with a gleam in her eye. She was definitely up to something.

Lois decided this was the perfect chance to talk to Lana about the party. She turned to her cousin.

“Damn,” she said. “I left my phone in your car. Do you mind?” she said, hinting for her cousin to retrieve it. Chloe grinned.

“No worries. This whole smell of science is making me crave an aromatic latte anyways. So I’ll just meet you downstairs with your cell phone.”

Chloe walked out with a quick ‘bye and Lois turned to Lana as soon as the door was closed.

“What’s the matter with you? You were supposed to take Chloe shopping so that I could finish everything with the party.”

Lana seemed totally unconcerned. “Right,” she said, a little too nonchalantly. “Must have slipped my mind.”

“Well, get some traction. Little Miss Reporter there? She can smell a ruse a mile away.” Lois turned her back on Lana, checking the door. “I’m going to need some serious help to keep her from ferreting out whatever it is we’re planning tonight.” She felt a sharp tug on her scalp. “Ow!”

She turned and looked at Lana, who was staring at the hair she’d pulled out.

“Oh no. That’s no good.”

“Well, yeah, not since you pulled it out.”

“It was gray,” Lana said, looking up at her.

“I don’t have gray hair,” Lois told her, feeling the back of her head. Do I? she thought. “I’m just gonna use your bathroom for a second.”

She quickly went to the bathroom, checking her hair. Nope, no gray hairs. She didn’t know what Lana was on about. She left the apartment, going back down the stairs. Chloe was standing at the counter, deciding on her order. Lois grabbed her cellphone.

 “Did you want a coffee?” Chloe asked. “I can order you one.”

“Thanks cuz.” She made a show of looking at her screen. Good thing she’d switched it off so Chloe hadn’t seen anything. “Oh, Clark’s left me a message. I’m just going to see what he wants.”

She quickly dialled the Kent Farm. Clark picked up.

“Lois?”

“Sorry baby, looks like plans have changed a little. Lana was supposed to take Chloe shopping but she forgot. I was going to come back and help with the party.”

“Lo, it’s okay. You just keep Chloe away from the farm long enough for me to get it all done and for people to arrive, okay?”

“You are the best boyfriend in the world,” Lois beamed. “Have I told you that lately?”

Clark chuckled and hung up. Lois switched off her phone and went to the table where Chloe was waiting.

“Everything okay?” Chloe asked.

“Yup. You know how Clark is. He’s so needy!” she said, crossing her fingers behind her back. Chloe just smiled and sipped her latte.

Clark had just finished wrapping Chloe’s gift and was tying the ribbon in a bow. Okay, so it wasn’t pretty, but since Lois hadn’t been there to help him, he’d had to go it alone. He’d just added the finishing touches to the gift when he heard the door open.

“Maybe you need a woman’s touch.” He looked around in surprise. Lana.

“Hey, Lana,” he said uncomfortably.

“Hello, Clark,” she said softly. She was looking at the package.

“It’s um, it’s a gift for Chloe. Lois and I got it for her.”

Maybe this was the opportunity he needed to tell Lana the truth about his relationship with Lois. After all, he and Lana weren’t dating anymore. She was seeing Jason.

Lana was closing in on him, making him feel a little claustrophobic. “Um, about Lois ...”

“I’m sure Chloe will love the gift,” Lana said, as if he hadn’t said anything. “Especially if it’s from you.”

“Look, I uh, I’m glad you’re here. Because there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Well, if it’s about Jason, I wouldn’t worry about him. It’s all water under a very tall bridge.”

Clark frowned at her. She didn’t seem like herself.

“Are you okay? You seem a little different.”

“Maybe it’s the company.”

She seemed to be leaning in for a kiss. Clark moved away from her.

“Lana, Jason’s my friend. And, um, I’m with Lois. Yeah, Lois and I are dating.”

Lana raised an eyebrow. “Really? You and Lois? She hardly seems your type.”

Which goes to show just how little Lana really knew him, he decided. Lana continued to flirt with him, crowding him. She moved, her hand going up behind him. He heard the metallic clink of something and frowned at Lana as she stared in surprise at the broken pair of scissors.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m making a scrapbook for Chloe’s birthday,” she said, looking innocently at him. “I just needed a lock of your hair. What happened to these?”

“They were already broken,” he lied. He pulled at a couple of strands of his hair. “There. Does that help?”

Lana looked at the strands he handed to her. He suddenly had the sense that she was angry about something. But she quickly hid it.

“It’s perfect,” she said. She turned away, leaving the house without saying goodbye.

Clark frowned. What the hell was that all about? He sighed and shook his head. Lana was just getting weirder and weirder. He was glad he’d chosen Lois for his consort.

Lois had spent the last several hours driving around with Chloe, trying to keep her distracted long enough for the party to be organised. Her phone rang. Lana.

“Hey, can you meet me?”

“Where?”

Lana gave her the location of a clearing in the woods. It was a few minutes walk from the road. Lois sighed and told Chloe she had to go and meet someone. Chloe frowned, but drove to the location.

Lana was holding some kind of carafe when Lois got there.

“Okay, what are we doing in the woods? Chloe’s right behind me and the moonlight nature hike – it’s making her a little suspicious.”

Lana’s eyes were doing that odd little dance again.

“I thought it would be nice to get together with my girls before the party.”

“What party?” Chloe said breathlessly and Lois rolled her eyes at Lana.

“Way to ruin the surprise,” she sighed.

“Oh,” Chloe snickered. “You mean the party that you’ve been planning for the last month?”

Lois frowned at her cousin. “You know about that?”

“Oh, hello, investigative reporter. Nothing gets past me. Except why we’re playing wood nymph when there’s a party waiting for me with my name on it,” she said, frowning as she looked around at their surroundings.

Lana smiled. “Then we’d better hurry. A toast ... in honour of this special night.”

She handed them each a glass of wine poured from the carafe. Lois grinned.

“All right. This is getting better.”

“No matter how much time passes, old friends are never forgotten,” Lana toasted.

“I’ll drink to that,” Chloe said. They all clinked glasses and said ‘cheers’.

The wine had an odd taste to it. Lois stared at the glass for a second as thunder crashed around them. Then suddenly it was like she’d been hit by lightning. Something strange was happening. She felt an odd chill through her and then it was as if she’d lost control of her body. She gasped.

Then it was as if she was watching the events from afar. Lana grinned at both her and Chloe.

“Madeline. Brianna. Welcome to the twenty-first century.”

Who the hell were Madeline and Brianna? And why couldn’t Lois speak?

“How did we come to be here?” said the one in Chloe’s body.

“The last spell I cast before Wilkins condemned me to the pyre – my blood entwined with the symbol in the book which called to my heir. And when she touched it, I gained possession of her body. And brought you back.”

“So you used a spell to bring us back?” Brianna, in Lois’ body said.

Lana frowned. “It was much more difficult than I believed. I required the hairs of two virgins. Imagine my surprise when the one called Clark Kent was not a virgin. Yet, my heir seemed to believe he was completely enamoured with her.”

Lana explained that she had eventually managed to get the hair from a spotty-faced teenager in the Talon. Lois, watching, grinned. Guess Lana was pissed at the thought that Clark wasn’t waiting for her, she said to herself.

Lana began talking about some quest to find the stones. Lois realised what she was talking about. The stones that Clark was looking for. If only, she thought, I could get control of my body. I’d stop this bitch from ever getting the stones. They belong to Clark. She wondered if there was a way for her to influence Brianna. Concentrating, she fought for control.

“Perhaps we might find out more about the stones if we go to this party tonight,” Brianna suggested. “Get among the locals.”

Well, whoever had taken over Lana’s body had said to use the host memories. Lois quietly cheered as Lana agreed to the plan. She wasn’t sure if she had influenced Brianna, but then again ...

Of course, as soon as she saw the outfit that Brianna chose for her to wear to the party, she had to rethink this whole thing.

I look like a ho, she thought.

The black strapless bodice of the short dress fit snugly, pushing up her breasts. Brianna had also decided on a black leather choker. And the knee high boots were impossibly high, even for Lois. This was going to be a disaster.

Clark closed the flip top phone with a snap. There was still no answer from the girls and he was getting really worried. He saw Jason come in.

“Hey Jason. Have you heard from the girls? They were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

“No, sorry,” Jason said abruptly, going to the table to grab some food. Clark went after him.

“Jason ...”

“Look, Clark, I’m only here because Lana wants me to be here. Because I’m her boyfriend. Whether you like it or not.”

Clark didn’t have the chance to explain to the former coach what was really going on as the doors to the barn opened. The people assembled gasped in surprise as the three girls walked in looking like ... Clark didn’t even know how to describe the way they looked. But Clark Jnr certainly appreciated it, he decided. He stared at his girlfriend. She was the hottest girl there. Even if she was dressed in something that he wouldn’t have thought she’d wear.

He grabbed her arm.

“The guy from Princeton’s going to be here any minute,” he told her. “Why are you so late?”

“I took the scenic route,” she said, looking him up and down. “Love the view.”

“Lois, what’s going on? Why are you dressed like that?”

“You don’t like it?” she pouted.

“You know I think you’re the hottest girl in Smallville,” he said in a low voice. “You don’t have to dress like that to make me ...”

Lois was pressing herself against him. This was not good. He might take the occasional risk with her but he wasn’t about to let her get down and dirty with him now. Not with all these people here.

Lois sighed when he pushed her away and turned away from him with a scowl. Clark frowned at her as she went to join the other two girls. They seemed to be planning something.

Suddenly, they turned, spouting Latin, and it was as if Clark himself had lost control of his body. The music was turned to a pop song and people began stripping down to their underwear. Clark was relieved that he’d put on boxers when he’d showered and changed, otherwise he would never hear the end of it.

Everyone was dancing. And to Clark’s consternation, Lois was dancing with some beefy guy, gyrating her body in a very sexy way. He wanted to tell the guy hands off, but it was like he was compelled to keep dancing. Only he had two left feet. He had always been a horrible dancer. Mind you, he thought, no one seemed to really notice.

The worst was yet to come when the guy from Princeton showed up. Clark continued partying as if nothing was wrong. But he was yet to face the morning after.


Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Mar. 21st, 2011 11:39 am (UTC)
Woohoo!!! AWESOME new chapter!
phoenixnz
Mar. 21st, 2011 04:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon, next chapter will conclude Spell.
oxiate
Mar. 21st, 2011 07:43 pm (UTC)
This was my favorite episode from season four, glad you're doing it justice. This is a really fun episode to relive.
phoenixnz
Mar. 21st, 2011 08:02 pm (UTC)
I have a couple of surprises for you in the next chapter. Hope you like the little twists I'm adding.
ctbn60
Mar. 21st, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)
You did a wonderful job honey! I really enjoyed this part.

phoenixnz
Mar. 22nd, 2011 08:28 am (UTC)
Thanks Carol. I'm glad you enjoyed it. The second half is coming.
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