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Kryptonian Consort 10/?

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 Ten

Clark was on his way to class when he saw the poster. Football tryouts. He had to admit that it still bothered him that more than half the school still saw him as a loser. He knew Lois was just teasing him when she called him a geek. But then again, she knew him. She knew what he was capable of.

 It had always annoyed him when his parents told him to be more careful about his powers. Okay, so he did sometimes develop new powers without warning. Probably part of his occasional growth spurt. But he had more control over his powers now. Especially since his time in the matrix with his birth father.

He remembered freshman year and arguing with Jonathan about wanting to join the football team. At the time, he’d wanted to avoid being chosen as the scarecrow. But it was more than that. He wanted to feel a part of something. Like joining the team would make him feel less separate from others his age. He’d feel less like an alien then.

Biting his lip, he made up his mind. He made his way to the gym, looking for the office of the new assistant coach, who was in charge of the sign-ups. He knocked on the door and opened it, seeing a young man, probably about Lex’s age, or a couple years younger, looking as if he had been caught at something. But Clark ignored it.

“Coach Teague,” he said, putting out a hand to shake the other man’s hand. He looked a little familiar. “I’m Clark Kent.”

“Hi,” the coach returned.

Clark frowned, realising he had interrupted the coach in something. He heard a little movement and turned, startled to see Lana standing there. He almost rolled his eyes. It was hard to believe what he’d ever seen in her. Especially now that he had Lois. But he figured he’d better keep up appearances.

“Lana,” he said, surprise in his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh ...” she stuttered, brushing her hair away from her face and looking just as guilty as the coach. Teague came to her rescue.

“The principal asked this young lady to give me the grand tour.”

Clark didn’t fail to catch the look of relief on Lana’s face as the coach came over to them.

“It’s good to meet you, Clark.”

Clark smiled brightly, ignoring the vibes. He turned away from Lana. “You know, they didn’t tell me you were Jason Teague.” He turned back to Lana, adding enthusiastically: “This guy threw a passing record his freshman year at Metropolis University. He could have gone pro.”

Jason smiled tightly.

“Yeah, well, now I’m just a transfer to Central Kansas A&M. It’s amazing how quickly you fall off a recruiters’ list when you tear your rotator cuff.”

Which meant he had to have taken some time off his studies because of his injury. A couple of years at least.

Lana smiled and chuckled. “Well, then, I uh, I guess we’re lucky to have you here, coach,” she said.

She clearly knew nothing about football, which was hardly surprising even though she had dated the captain of the football team in her freshman year.

“Assistant coach, Miss Lang.”

Lana’s expression suggested she felt a little stupid, but she just smiled. Jason continued.

“Um, Quigley’s still gonna be calling the plays for you guys.”

It was Clark’s turn to feel a little uncomfortable. “Actually I’m not on the team,” he told Jason. “I was hoping I could try out.”

“You look big enough,” Jason told him, while Lana looked at him in surprise. “Sure.”

Clark was almost on cloud nine as he made his way to the Torch office later. Lois was sitting at Chloe’s desk surfing the ‘net.

“Where’s Chloe?” Clark asked.

“Out chasing a story,” Lois said casually.

Clark grinned slyly. “Really? So she won’t be back for a little while?” He approached the desk and stood behind her, pressing himself up against her back. Lois moaned softly.

“Is that something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she murmured.

Clark nearly rolled his eyes at the cliché, but then Lois swivelled her chair around, grabbing his hips. It had been hours, no days since they’d done anything remotely this intimate and it felt like years. As Lois pressed her nose to his groin, Clark groaned.

“You better not be thinking of doing what I think you’re doing,” he told her. “I’d hate for you to start something you can’t finish.”

Lois ignored him, her hand already slipping inside the unzipped fly of his jeans. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Boxers? You don’t like to make it easy, do you Smallville?”

Clark was too busy trying to stop his heat vision from activating to reply. Her hand was hot against him, even through the cotton boxers. He could feel his balls tightening as his cock hardened. He reached out, grasping her shoulders, fingers tightening as she pulled his cock out, blowing lightly over him. Then he was engulfed in wet heat and he lost all ability to think, let alone verbalise anything . Reduced to animalistic grunts, it was all he could do to hang on as Lois sucked on his cock.

“Ungh!” he grunted. He felt Lois’ smile widen around him, but she didn’t stop what she was doing. He lost himself in the pleasure, feeling the pull of her mouth, hearing the sounds of her sucking. It might have been sloppy and almost hurried, but right at that moment, he didn’t care.

He was going to pop. Lois was going to be the death of him at this rate. But he could sense that she was just as aroused.

“Lois,” he said, trying to pull away. But for a slip of a girl, Lois was pretty strong. Clark tried to be a little more forceful. “Lois!”

She pulled off him and looked up, wiping her mouth. “What?”

“Get those jeans off,” he told her. “Now!”

Lois grinned slyly. “I love it when you’re forceful.”

“Less talk, more action,” he told her, pulling her out of the chair and whipping her jeans down before she could blink.

Lois pushed him down on the chair as he roughly pushed her panties aside and turned her around to face the desk. Lois was forced to shut her mouth tight as he entered her from behind, not wanting to attract attention. The door to the office might be closed, but anyone could be walking past and hear them.

Clark pulled her long hair aside to nuzzle her neck, his hands then moving to massage her breasts through the lime green top she was wearing. Lois could feel him thrusting deep within her and she braced herself by placing her hands on the desk, moving up and down on his shaft. Clark grunted against her neck and punctuated it with a forceful thrust inside her.

“Ahh, Clark!” she cried out.

“Shh,” he said. “You want them to hear us?”

“Nooo!” she moaned, feeling her body tightening, preparing for the climax. Panting, she threw her head back against his shoulder, allowing him to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, tongue thrusting practically down her throat. Then he tensed for a micro-second, spurting inside her. It was enough to send Lois spiralling into her own climax.

She stayed in his lap for a few moments, trying to get her breath back. Clark kissed her nose.

“Sorry if I got a little rough there,” he said softly, his hands moving from her breasts to clasp her hands, curling his fingers over hers.

“I liked it,” she whispered. “I know you’d never hurt me.”

He gently pushed her off, giving her time to get her jeans back on while he rearranged his clothes.

“Let’s get out of here before Chloe comes back. We can grab some lunch. I’m starving.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Lois said dryly. She looked up at him and smiled. “Uh, you might want to do something about your hair.”

Clark frowned. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, in case you hadn’t noticed, it looks like you’ve just had hot sex. It’s all mussed. You walk out that door looking like that and the whole school will know.”

Clark pulled her close. “Mm, hot sex with the hottest girl at Smallville High? I’m failing to see the problem with that.”

Lois pushed him away, then reached up, helping to bring some semblance of order to his hair. And just in time, she realised, as Chloe came in.

“Oh hey, great. I was just thinking ...” She frowned. “What’s that weird smell?”

Lois frowned at her. “What smell?” she asked, realisation quickly dawning. The room smelled like sex. Oops. She bit her lip, trying to think of a way to cover it. “You know, it’s probably Smallville,” she said, frowning at him and crinkling her nose as if she was smelling something distasteful. “You know teenage boys and their hygiene issues.”

Clark glared at her. “I showered this morning, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised the water even touched you,” she added dryly. “Chop chop Smallville. You did say something about buying lunch and I’m starved.”

“But, wait ... I thought we were going to work on the story,” Chloe protested as Lois pushed Clark out of the room.

They grabbed trays at the cafeteria and filled them.

“Great! Meatloaf special,” Lois said. “Don’t you just love cafeteria food?”

“Not particularly,” Clark said.

Lois looked at him askance. “I thought you could eat anything?” she said.

“Good food, Lois. Just because I can’t get food poisoning doesn’t mean I’ll eat anything. Especially something that might have looked good last century.” He made a face at the meatloaf and grabbed burgers instead, as well as a few cups of jello. “My mom’s meatloaf is better.”

“Mm, amen,” Lois said. She grabbed whatever was packaged and loaded her tray, moving down the line.

They took their trays outside and found a quiet spot in the sun. Just as they sat down to eat, Coach Teague walked past.

“Don’t forget tryouts after school tomorrow, Clark,” he said.

“Yeah, thanks Coach.”

Lois looked at him. “Tryouts?”

“I thought I’d tryout for the football team. Get out of geek free pass, remember?”

“Smallville, you know I was just yanking your chain about that.”

“I know, Lois, it’s just ... you have no idea what it’s like to not be able to fit in.”

“Please. I’ve been through about six different high schools in the last four years. Not counting Podunk High.” Clark looked at her, an expression of puzzlement on his face. “Army brat, remember? I’ve been the new kid so many times I lost count.”

Clark put a hand on hers. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I forget that sometimes. You seem so much more confident.”

Lois lowered her eyes, loving the warmth of his hand on hers.

“Well, trust me, I’m not. It’s all a facade. But being here with you kind of makes it easier.”

“Speaking of facades, how is the story going?”

Lois started to regale him with tales of trying to interview cosmetologists and getting soundly rejected. They were both chuckling as Chloe found them.

“Hey guys. Can’t believe you deserted me.”

“We were hungry,” Lois told her cousin, glad that she had let Clark’s hand go before Chloe had seen what was happening between them.

Chloe didn’t mention what had happened in the Torch office, but she clearly didn’t buy Lois’ explanation. Lois hoped her cousin would put it down to bad air or something. She didn’t feel like explaining her relationship.

Lois came over to the farm later that afternoon, hoping that Clark had got through his chores. She saw him sitting on the sofa in the loft and climbed the steps. He closed his textbook and smiled at her as she sat down next to him.

“I had to ditch Chloe. I think she might be on to us, Clark.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, after what happened in the Torch. I don’t think she bought my excuse.”

“Well, it was kind of lame. Maybe we should stick to somewhere less public.”

“Says the man who practically manhandled me.”

“You said you liked it. Besides, you started it when you had my dick down your throat.”

Lois grinned evilly. “I did, didn’t I?” She had her hand on his crotch, stroking in small circles. Clark jumped.

“Lois, the parents are in the house.”

“But you can hear them coming can’t you?”

“Lois, I can barely think straight when you have your hand in my pants, let alone hear anything.”

“Poor baby,” she purred, palming the hardness beneath his jeans.

“Don’t do that,” he said. “You’ll be sorry.”

Lois pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Still fully clothed, she pressed her butt against his groin, rubbing her sex against him. Clark groaned and she leaned down to kiss him, muffling the sounds he was making. She loved that he would just turn to mush whenever they made love. He might be a super-powered alien, but he was helpless against her feminine wiles.

“Clark?”

Clark quickly pushed Lois off. She pouted, but straightened her clothes up and smiled at Martha as she came up the stairs. Martha smiled back.

“Lois? We seem to be seeing more of you than Clark these days.”

“Oh well, you know, I just can’t stay away from the home cooking,” Lois grinned brightly. “Clark invited me to dinner.”

Martha’s expression was ominous as she looked at Clark. Lois turned her head and looked at him, telling him he better agree or else. Clark rolled his eyes but then smiled up at his mother.

“Yeah. I took pity on her. Army food is worse than cafeteria food, or so I’ve heard.”

She was soo going to pay him back for the ‘pity’ remark later.

But over the next few days, she didn’t get much of a chance. She was driving through the parking lot at Smallville High, on the phone to Metropolis University, when one of the football players ran in front of her car.

She slammed on the brakes but she was too late. The boy, Brett, she thought, was hit dead on, shattering her windscreen. She screamed.

Clark saw the police and the ambulance and then Lois’ car. Immediately concerned about his consort, he ran up to her.

“Lois? What’s going on?”

Lois glanced toward the ambulance where the stretcher with Brett laying on it was being put inside. She looked upset.

“He just ran right out in front of me.” She turned away. “I don’t know. They said he’s gonna be okay. Physically, anyway. The cops think he kind of lost it.”

She was clearly still shaking and Clark wanted to reach for her. But there were too many people around and he couldn’t comfort her as much as he wanted to.

Clark was puzzled as to why Brett would suddenly lose it.

“Brett? I just saw him at practice an hour ago. He was fine.”

Lois didn’t seem convinced. “You sure about that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Lois started to walk around to the driver’s side of her car and leaned against the door.

“Think about it, Clark. It’s the start of a new season, scholarships, the entire town counting on you to be their hero. Who knows what kind of neuroses are hiding behind that ‘Big Man on Campus’ mask?”

Clark shook his head. “No way. If anything, Brett was too overconfident. He probably just didn’t see you.”

“Yeah, that might explain the broken windshield, but do you want to tell me why he was running around half naked, soaking wet? Who would do that?”

She straightened up, looking thoughtfully toward the school gym. “I think I need to go talk to some of the guys.”

Clark shook his head again. “No, Lois. Let me talk to them.”

Lois slapped his arm. “Relax Smallville. I do know how to ask questions.”

“You can’t just go in the boys’ locker room. Last time I checked you were missing a few prerequisites for being in there.”

“Is that your way of saying you’re checking me out?” she grinned as they walked to the locker room. Clark let her walk ahead and deliberately eyed her ass. She stopped walking and looked around at him. “Down farmboy. We have work to do.”

“Spoilsport,” he told her.

As Clark opened the door he looked at her. “Just wait outside,” he told her.

Lois snorted. “Are you kidding? Tortured senior can’t keep the hometown hero act and buckles? This is as juicy as my teen cosmetic surgery article.”

Clark wondered where she had suddenly got the enthusiasm for journalism. Then he remembered that she was trying to get extra credits so she could get out of high school and into Met U. He bit his lip. Did she really want to get out of high school that badly? Considering the fact that if she went to college it would mean they would spend even less time together.

Lois saw his face and knew what he was thinking. They needed to have a little talk about that. But right now, she had bigger fish to fry. She cornered one of the guys, who was clad in just a towel.

“Excuse me,” she said. “How well did you know Brett Anderson?”

The guy leered at her. “Not as well as I’d like to know you.”

She felt Clark’s grip tighten on her arm, but he had no need to be jealous. She wasn’t interested in anyone but him.

“Charming,” she said sarcastically. “Look Brett ran in front of my car. Do any of you guys know what that was about?”

Clark took the opportunity to do some sleuthing himself while Lois talked to the boys in the locker room. As he made his way toward the showers, he saw a football jersey laying on the floor. He picked it up. The number on it was eighty-seven. Brett’s. Searching the showers further, he saw a chain lying on the drain. Picking it up, he saw a pendant on the chain. The letter ‘A’.

He put it in his pocket and went back to Lois, grabbing her arm. She protested.

“Let’s go, Lois, before you get yourself into more trouble.”

Once outside, she shook him off.

“What the hell was that?” she said, glaring at him.

“Didn’t you see the way those guys were ogling you?”

“Yeah? So what? Not jealous or anything, are you Smallville?”

Clark pulled her aside, away from the rest of the students still milling about.

“Look, I get it, okay? You want out of this cow town as quickly as possible. Did you never stop to think about how that would make me feel? I love you.”

“And I love you, Clark. But this isn’t about us. It’s about me going to Met U. You’re right, okay? The less time I spend in this dump the better I feel. About the only good thing it’s got going for it is you. And Chloe, I guess. And it’s not like you couldn’t come to the city whenever you can make a run for it. I’m sorry if it hurts your feelings but I want to do something with my life. Other than be, you know, your consort.”

Clark sighed and shook his head. Then he smirked, an evil thought going through his head. “You know, under Kryptonian law, the consort has to obey her master. I could make you stay, if I really wanted to.”

“What am I, your pet now?”

Clark touched the bracelet on her wrist. “This marks you as mine.”

“Yeah? Well, let me remind you, spaceboy, that we’re on Planet Earth, not Krypton. And around here, we do things a little differently.” She pulled away from him and started to walk away.

“That so?” Picking her up in a fireman’s lift, he ran back to the farm.

Dizzy with the speed of the journey, Lois was breathless as she beat her fists against his back. “Put me down, you Neanderthal. I’m not done with you yet, Clark Kent.”

He smacked her lightly on her butt. “Oh yes you are. Trust me Lanie, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll do anything to please me.”

“In your dreams Kent,” she said, still struggling as he carried her up the loft steps. She started to scream but Clark just laughed at her.

“My parents are over in Granville picking up some feed supplies.” He dumped her unceremoniously on the sofa, laughing as she glared up at him. He pulled off his shoes and socks, then started to strip. Her glare turned mutinous. “Get those clothes off, consort!” he told her. “Or do you want me to strip them off you?”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. Resisting at first, Lois tried to keep her lips firmly closed, but Clark was having none of that. He flicked his tongue in between them, forcing her lips open.

“Trust me,” he said, breaking the kiss when she started panting breathlessly. “I would.” He pulled her top out of her jeans and stripped her before she could protest anymore. Lois was already gone. He could tell by the way she chased his mouth, begging for another kiss.

But she wasn’t going to give in that easily, Lois told herself. She continued to struggle in his grip, trying to push him away as he kissed her again. She knew that if she let herself open up to him, then she was lost. But oh god, he was so sexy when he was aggressive like this. And hot! She was practically salivating at the thought of that big, hard cock inside her.

To her surprise, instead of taking her like she thought he would, he sat on the sofa, pulling her over him, turning her on her belly. Lois struggled in earnest.

“Keep that up, Lanie, and I might just have to tie you up.”

Gulp! she thought. Why did the idea of that make her suddenly so hot? With a little smirk, she decided to test him, struggling harder. Her struggles were making him hotter, his cock practically thrumming in anticipation. Her breasts were squashed against his thigh and all she could think about was that cock beneath her.

“That does it,” Clark told her. He must have grabbed a leather strap from somewhere because he was tying her wrists together behind her back.

“I didn’t know you were so kinky Smallville,” she said, giving up on the struggles.

“Time you found out, isn’t it?” he returned.

Lois shivered as he ran his hand over her supple ass. But she wasn’t prepared for what came next as he smacked her. Not enough to hurt, but enough to shock her.

“Are you going to behave, consort?” he asked.

There it was again. That tiny shiver that she felt every time he said the word consort. It felt so good, almost like belonging. She jumped, nerves jarring as he smacked her again.

“Answer me,” he said.

Lois was resolute, pressing her lips together, refusing to make a sound. Clark slapped her butt again and she shivered, hearing the sound echoing around the loft. It was starting to hurt.

“Okay, okay, I give,” she said. “Now let me up. Please?”

“But we’re not done with your punishment,” he said.

There was more? What else was he planning on doing with her? She got her answer as he lifted her to sit astride his lap. His cock was begging for attention. Lois decided to play the game.

“I’ll do anything for you, master,” she said, eyeing him. Her hands were still bound behind her, but she liked the feeling of helplessness. Liked that he could do anything to her and she was powerless to resist.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled, lifting her up so his cock was at her entrance.

Oh god, she was so wet. He slid in easily, feeling her body give way to him. He undid the strap on her wrists, pushing her gently down on her back. Her legs locked around his hips, pulling him in deeper as she reached for him.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he said, holding her close once they’d both reached their climaxes. “Mine like I’m yours.”

Lois caressed his cheek, looking up at him. “I’m yours,” she said. “Forever. I love you, Clark.”

“I love you, Lois.”

She snuggled closer to him, her hand tracing the contours of his torso. “Me going to Met U, it’s not about me wanting to leave you. It’s not. I mean, when I have to go home to the base, it almost hurts, like we’re being ripped apart. But I don’t want to be, you know, that girl that everyone thought of as, you know, the general’s daughter, or the Kryptonian’s consort. I want something that’s just, you know, mine. Can you understand that?”

Clark nodded. He understood that because it was the way he felt sometimes. Like he had no identity because it was defined by someone else.

“I’ll help you, anyway I can,” he said. “I promise, Lois.”

She reached up and pulled his head down to her, kissing him. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.


Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Oct. 10th, 2010 05:48 pm (UTC)
LOVING THIS NEW CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!! (are those 10 exclamation points? Think so.) *hugs*
phoenixnz
Oct. 10th, 2010 05:57 pm (UTC)
I'm loving that you're loving this fic, and the chapter. It was a rather naughty chapter.
ctbn60
Oct. 10th, 2010 07:14 pm (UTC)
Nice chapter honey! It was just the thing I needed. I'm so tired from working all weekend. It was sexy and hot and I like the banter between the two of them. I'd hate to be in the direct fallout once Chloe knows for sure though! lol. Can't wait!
phoenixnz
Oct. 11th, 2010 05:36 am (UTC)
I'm glad I was able to help Carol. After all you do for me, I'm glad that I can help in some small way. *Hugs*

Uh, yeah, Chloe and fallout. You just wait and seet what I do for Devoted.
megamom2
Oct. 10th, 2010 07:55 pm (UTC)
I love this relationship! They're honest with each other and supportive, not to mention, hot!
phoenixnz
Oct. 11th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, definitely hot.
oliver95
Oct. 12th, 2010 08:50 am (UTC)
This whole series has been great fun , I like the way you handled both Kal and Clark and adapted the beginning of s4 to fit.

Though I'm normally a CLex reader I'm enjoying the way Tom and Erica are playing the roles in s9 and so have broadened my horizons to take in het slash as well. You've got the randiness of teenage boys to a T and their willingness to put sex before most things. Clark shagging and flying with Lois as Kal has made him enjoy his differences with her and not worry and try to hide them - a great improvement.

With that you've got the characters right too, and with a more confident Clark away from the Lana lead balloon. I'm looking forward to the next chapters.
phoenixnz
Oct. 12th, 2010 04:25 pm (UTC)
Clark is still going to have his issues, I guess, but when it comes to Lois, all other rules don't apply. I really love exploring this AU/what if and a Lois and Clark relationship that started from the beginning. And I'm so glad others are enjoying it too.
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