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Kryptonian Consort 13/?

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 



Chapter Thirteen

Clark saw Lois to her car. It was almost ten. Jonathan had been lecturing them for three hours on not just safe sex, which had Clark inwardly cringing, but he’d also laid down the law. When he said he was giving his permission, there were conditions attached to it. There would be no overnights without his approval, and the General had to be informed as well. Clark had protested at that, knowing the General would never allow it. Which pretty much meant they couldn’t do anything until they got married.

Lois kissed him, bringing him back to the present moment.

“At least they’re going to let us get married,” she said. “And the time will fly just like that.”

“The general’s never going to let it happen,” Clark sighed.

“Yeah, well, last I heard, you don’t need a parent’s approval to get married when you’re eighteen. I’m eighteen, so I’m considered an adult. Sort of. Clark, I don’t care what the general thinks. I love you and I want to marry you. The Earth way, I mean. Since we’ve already done the whole Kryptonian ritual bonding thing.”

Clark had to smile at that. Still, he worried. His parents were only accepting this because they had to. They knew Clark would just take Lois away somewhere or resort to sneaking around. He winced inwardly at his father’s ‘I still remember what it was like to be a teenager and fancying myself in love’ speech.

He watched as Lois got in her car and drove off. She was going to invite the general for dinner at the farm on Saturday and he was not looking forward to that.

Meanwhile, he had to face his parents. He went back inside and looked at them both. Mom smiled sympathetically.

“We’re not going to try to talk you out of this relationship, Clark,” she said. “Because while we’re concerned at how serious you two are, we can both see that Lois has been good for you. And it seems mutual. Whether we understand the Kryptonian law or not is irrelevant. You both seem to really care for each other and she makes you happy. That’s all that matters to us.”

Clark bit his lip. The fact that they were trying to understand was enough.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “That we felt we had to sneak around. I guess we should have been honest with you, about everything. Lois thought we should have said something weeks ago and I didn’t want to.”

“Lois strikes me as a very mature young woman,” Dad said, “and I’m impressed with the way she handled herself tonight. You’ve chosen, uh, well, as a, er, consort. I’m not saying I like the way you two have been going behind our backs, but I’m glad that things are now out in the open. Clark, you should get to bed. You have chores, then school in the morning.”

“Yes sir,” he said.

Next morning he came downstairs dressed in his red plaid shirt. Mom was bustling about.

“Clark, I got all your football gear together, but I can’t find your jersey.”

Clark cringed. “It’s uh, in the barn,” he said. “I left it up there. I’ll get it later.”

But Mom, with her mother’s instinct, spotted something was up. “Clark? Did something happen?”

“Uh, Chloe came on to me. Pretty strong. Luckily Lois came over before Chloe tried something, uh, worse ...”

“She doesn’t know. About you and Lois.”

“No. We haven’t really told anyone yet.” Clark didn’t mention that Lex had already seen them together. “Anyway, I’m not sure what to do about it. Lois thinks there might be something weird going on.”

“Well, Lois is a smart girl. She might have seen something you haven’t. But you need to tell Chloe the truth, before she gets hurt.”

“Yeah, Mom. I guess you’re right.”

Dad chose that moment to come in from the barn. “Hello.”

Mom realised the time. “I have to get to the Talon. I’ll see you two later,” she said rushing out the door, but not before she blew Dad a kiss.

Dad went to the refrigerator and pulled out some food.

“So how’s football practice going?” he asked.

“It’s not going so great. Some of the guys have been giving me a hard time since they found out I was starting. Missing my passes ...”

Dad pulled a cup down from the cupboard to pour himself a coffee.

“Nobody said it was going to be easy,” Dad told him. Clark just continued packing his bag, not able to see his father’s expression.

“Frustrating thing is I could score every time.”

Dad sighed and came around to look at him. “Clark, we talked about this remember? The football field is not a place for you to be using your powers to save the day.”

Clark just continued to stare straight ahead, playing with the football in his hands. “I just said it was frustrating.”

Dad tried to be understanding but the truth was there was no way he could understand.

“Look son, if you’re going to be the quarterback then you have to be the leader. Of course a bunch o the guys are going to want to challenge that, especially if they don’t think you deserve it. Same thing happened to me.”

Sure it did, Clark thought, frowning. “I thought your team worshipped the ground you walked on.”

Jonathan huffed. “Not when I was a sophomore they didn’t. See, the coach made me starting quarterback. A bunch of the seniors didn’t like that very much.”

Suddenly it seemed as if he and his Dad were not so different after all. “What’d you do?” he asked.

“I earned their respect.”

It was going to be easier said than done, though, Clark thought as he went to practice that afternoon. The guys were still coming down hard on him. As the team began to split into their positions, he noticed Lana sitting on the bleachers and wondered what she was doing there. But then he noticed Lois watching from the other side. She blew him a kiss and he grinned, ignoring Lana and going off to practice.

But even as he turned to join his team mates, he heard the sound of Chloe’s voice. Oh no, he thought. She was dressed in a cheerleading uniform.

“Hey, hey Clark!”

She was grinning from ear to ear. Clark tried not to roll his eyes. Lois saw what was happening and came running up.

“What’s with the cheerleader outfit,” Lois asked her cousin.

“I found it in a storage locker. And I thought, what better way to support my quarterback than to join the cheerleading team.”

Clark stared at Lois, wide-eyed. “Just keep her away from me,” he hissed. “At least until we can figure this out.”

Lois nodded. “Hey cuz,” she said, taking her cousin’s arm. “Why don’t we go watch Clark practice from over here.”

“Yo, Kent, some time today would be good,” Teague yelled. “You can make time with your groupies later.”

Groupies, yeah. He was going to pay for that one with Lois later. He could see the look on her face now. She glared in his direction and he shook his head, going to the drinks cooler and pouring some into a cup. But as soon as he drank it, he felt something was wrong. It was like a hundred knives in his stomach. It was churning, filling his throat with bile.

Teague came over, obviously impatient. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I suddenly don’t feel well, Coach. I think I need to leave.”

“Aww, you’re going to walk away because you don’t feel well,” Coach taunted. “Get out there,” he said. “Don’t make me regret making you quarterback.”

Practice was punishing. Aside from the fact that there was something wrong with his stomach, Clark felt the guys were out to get him. Or maybe it was just paranoia. But as he was brutally tackled for the tenth time, he realised it wasn’t just paranoia talking. They were being more aggressive toward him than usual.

As he sat in the barn that night, pressing an ice pack to his bruised ribs, he pondered the situation. He’d seen the cheerleaders walking off with the drink cooler. There was something Lois had said about an Advanced Chem book in the hands of one of the cheerleaders. And there was something in that water.

He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Chloe, he thought. He really didn’t want to deal with this right now. He knew it couldn’t be Lois because she was stuck with the general. He’d put her on KP duty over some infraction. Probably had forgotten to make her bed with hospital corners or something.

“Chloe. If that’s you, I’m really not feeling very well.” But it wasn’t Chloe. It was Jason, in a hooded sweatshirt. “Hey Coach Teague.” He smiled, or tried to, at least.

“Clark, we need to talk,” Jason said as he continued up the steps.

“Look, I know this is going to sound weird, but I think there’s something in that drink cooler.”

“Yeah,” Teague smiled. “You should have stayed away from my girlfriend.”

Clark frowned at him. What the ... Who was Jason’s girlfriend. And he hadn’t gone anywhere near any girl, except Lois and Chloe. And he knew it wasn’t either of them. There had been Lana, but he’d barely spared her a glance. But Lana had been watching him and if he hadn’t been feeling like crap, he would have gone over to talk to her. Mostly to tell her that whatever they’d had was long over.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

Then Teague hit him with a punch to an already sore stomach and Clark grunted. Jason hit him again and Clark could feel it cramping. Clark felt himself tossed to the floor and he had no time to get up before Jason was punching him in the jaw. Then Teague pushed him over to the railing. Clark put a hand to his face and realised he was bleeding. Suddenly everything he was feeling started to make sense. But he had no time to do anything as the coach hit him with a sharp punch which sent him reeling, breaking the railing and he fell to the barn floor.

Clark sprawled in the sawdust, pain in every part of his body, groaning. His vision was greying out. He saw the blurry form of Jason standing over him and he really thought the coach was going to kill him. Then, of all people to show up, there was Lex. He grabbed Jason and shoved him so Jason stumbled and fell. Getting to his feet, he ran out.

Lex rushed to his side. “Clark.”

Clark stared at him through blurred vision. “Lex.”

“Are you okay? Who was that?”

Lex helped him up, then found the ice pack he was using and a gauze pad from the first aid kit which he pressed to the cuts on Clark’s face.

“You should call the police,” Lex said. “That guy looked like he was going to kill you.”

Clark shook his head. “No, I’ll be okay. It’s not like either of us got a good look at him.”

It was just like Danny, he realised. Jason had gone postal because he’d thought Clark was getting too close to his girlfriend. It didn’t matter that Clark hadn’t been doing anything of the sort. As far as Jason was concerned, he had. Whatever this thing was, it inspired jealousy, of the murderous kind.

“At least let me call a doctor,” Lex said from the workbench where he was searching for a clean pad.

Clark felt a drip from his nose. Thinking it was blood, he reached up, but then saw the drip on the floor. It was green. Kryptonite. There was Kryptonite in the drink. He opened his shirt and looked down at the bruises on his body. They healed as if he’d never hurt them.

Lex turned around, frowning. “That’s odd. I could have sworn there was a cut above your eye.”

Clark evaded the rhetorical question. “Actually, I’m feeling a lot better all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, well I still think you should have a doctor take a look at you.”

“I’m fine,” Clark said, squirming uncomfortably.

“Guess I was lucky you were here,” Clark said, pretending to wince and get up with difficulty, even though he was now feeling no pain at all. “Why are you here?” he asked.

“I wanted to give you something. Actually, that was the real reason I called in the other day, but you and Lois ...”

Clark knew Lex’s claim that he’d come over to discuss business with his parents was just an excuse. He turned and looked at Lex, seeing the Luthorcorp pack in Lex’s hands.

“It’s every file I ever had on you,” Lex said.

Yeah, right, Clark thought. He looked sceptically at Lex. “How do I know you don’t have a copy?”

“You don’t,” Lex said coolly. “But it’s the truth.”

“Lex, if this friendship was so important, why did you lie to me for so long?”

Part of him did feel a little guilty that he was lying to Lex, as much as Lex was lying to him. But Clark had good reason for it. At least with Lois knowing the truth from the beginning, and given how close they were, he could protect her. A lot better than he could protect Lex. There was only so much Lex’s bodyguards could do.

“I don’t know, Clark,” Lex said, and for once, Clark felt he was getting the truth from the older man. “There’s a darkness in me that I can’t always control. I’m starting to think that’s my curse. Why every relationship I have ends badly.”

Clark knew about having a dark side. There was a big part of him that had that too. A part of him that he didn’t like.

“We all have a dark side Lex.” The point was what they did with that dark side.

“Yeah, but I can feel mine creeping over the corners. Your friendship helps keep it at bay. It reminds me that there are truly good people in the world. I’m not willing to give up on that.”

A heartfelt speech to be sure, Clark thought. But part of him wondered if it was too much of a burden for Lex to be placing on him. As if he was some beacon of goodness for Lex to aspire to. And why should Lex need that anyway, Clark thought. Surely he was strong enough in his own mind, his own principles, to fight the darkness himself.

“Wait a minute,” Lois said as they walked the school halls. Clark had gone back to school to look for the coach. “Lex said that to you? That’s totally moronic.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know, he just ... he seemed sincere.”

Lois stopped walking and grabbed his arm. “Look, I get it okay? He was your best friend for three years and you want to give him the benefit of the doubt. But the guy had you investigated Smallville. He had a room full of stuff about you, and you know he at least knows something about you. He would have to be braindead not to know. You’re not exactly careful when it comes to your secret.”

“What are you saying?” he said, pulling her aside.

“Clark, I’m not admonishing you, okay? You do it because you want to help people and it’s a risk you take when you use your powers. I mean, from what Chloe’s told me, a lot of people would be dead if it wasn’t for you. Including Lex. And Chloe. But seriously, you need to be more careful. Now what’s this about Coach Teague attacking you?”

“I don’t know, but I do know this. There’s Kryptonite in the drinks cooler.”

Lois stared at him. “What? Do you think this is why Chloe’s gone all, you know, Stepford?”

“I don’t know. But we need to find out exactly what the cheerleaders have been spiking the drinks with. Got any ideas?”

“Actually, I have,” she said, pulling him into the Torch office. She picked up a folder.

“You actually did some investigative reporting?” he snickered, and she threw a light punch at his stomach.

“I talked to the chemistry teacher.”

“Rhonda and Mandy’s science fair project.”

“Our smoking gun. It’s a hormone, called phenylethylamine.”

“The love molecule?” Clark asked, quickly reading the page.


“So, it’s a love potion?” he asked. Which he supposed could explain the weird behaviour.

“Yeah, but it didn’t work. Not until they ...”

“... added Kryptonite,” he finished for her. “We have to find a way to reverse the effect.”

“It must wear off at some point. Otherwise they wouldn’t keep juicing the football players.”

Clark shook his head. “Not enough time. What if another player goes into a jealous rage?”

Lois looked thoughtful. “You drank some of it too.”

“Yeah, but it just made me sick because of the Kryptonite. And it took away my powers for a bit.”

“Hmm, and I’m betting Mandy thought you would get infected too. Let’s get you in a swimsuit.”

“What? No!” Clark was getting an idea of what Lois was thinking. And there was no way he was going to flirt with Mandy and act like Chloe had been acting with him.

“Clark, come on. The report has to be in her bag. And the only way we’re going to get close is by getting into the pool party.”

Clark sighed. This was a really bad idea. How was he supposed to pretend he was attracted to Mandy, in front of his consort? He was a bad liar. There was no way she was going to believe this.

Lois pushed him. “Show time,” she said.

Clark quickly found Mandy, who looked delighted to see him. Of course she would, the shallow little bitch, he thought. She was into status, and people with status. And if he hadn’t been quarterback, she wouldn’t have looked twice at him.

Lois watched as Clark flirted, very badly, with Mandy. She chuckled softly, knowing just how uncomfortable he was with the situation. She was going to have to make it up to him. Hmm, cookies – nah, she was terrible at baking. Buy him coffee at the Talon. Not big enough.

Lois raised an eyebrow. She knew exactly how she was going to make it up to him. As long as they could survive the night.

She watched as Clark put his arm around Mandy and they walked out of the room. She followed them, listening as Clark put on a fake laugh. Mandy didn’t even notice. Mandy laughed and flirted and had Clark pinned on one of the desks in the workout room. Lois rolled her eyes, then noticed Clark grabbing the bag and holding it out, dropping it on the floor, then rolling over, kissing Mandy.

Ooh, you bitch, Lois thought as Mandy stuck her tongue down Clark’s throat. That’s my man you’re Frenching, she thought. But at least Clark was managing to keep her occupied.

She left them to it, grabbing the bag and going to the boiler room. But just as she managed to get the folder out to start reading, something hit her from behind. She turned, staring at Chloe, who had a wrench in her hand. She swung it and Lois put her arm up to defend herself.

“I know what you’re doing. I went through this with Lana and I’m not going to go through it with you.”

“Through what?” Lois asked, although she already had the idea.

“Steal Clark.” Chloe swung again and missed, hitting one of the pipes. Steam billowed out. Lois ran and Chloe chased her, still holding the wrench. Lois managed to get it away from her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, shoving her cousin.

“Too late, you already did.”

Lois aimed a roundhouse kick at her cousin, sending her sprawling. Thrusting out her hands to prevent a fall, Chloe’s hands touched the hot furnace. She yelled in pain and dropped to the floor. Lois immediately went to her cousin’s side.

“Ooh, sorry, sorry, sorry,” she said, realising Chloe had come very close to getting second degree burns. But the contact had been brief enough that it might just sting a little. “Are you okay Chloe?”

Chloe sat up, a perplexed frown on her face. “Yeah. What happened? What’s going on?” Chloe looked around as if she suddenly didn’t know where she was.

Lois thought for a moment. Clark had stopped Danny when he’d used his heat vision on the gun, burning Danny’s hands. Eureka.

She quickly explained it all to Chloe, who looked mortified when she realised what she’d done. Lois pulled her cousin up and they quickly went into the weight room where Mandy was busily untying Clark’s bathing trunks.

“So, how far do you want to go here?” Mandy asked.

“Uh,” Clark answered. Lois grinned.

“Right about there would be good, thanks.”

Mandy quickly realised she’d been had. She got off Clark and glared as he made his way to Lois’ side.

“I can’t believe you Clark,” Mandy said.

“Oh please,” Lois told her. “Do you know how pathetic it is that you had to resort to chemicals to control your boyfriend?”

Mandy was unrepentant. “I’m sick of being a distant second to a football.”

“So you created a bunch of psycho nut jobs. No offence,” Lois said, looking at Chloe, who shrugged.

“None taken.”

“Did you find the cure?” Clark asked.

“Yeah, we worked out our own little experiment.” She looked pointedly from Clark to Chloe and back again. “I accidentally burned her on the furnace in the boiler room and she snapped out of it.”

Clark got the point. “So it’s heat,” he said.

Lois looked proudly at her boyfriend. Well, at least his brain worked almost as fast as his super speed.

Chloe was looking around and frowning. “Uh, you guys, where’s Mandy?”

Damn, she’d slipped out while they’d been discussing the cure. Lois sighed, then punched her boyfriend in the arm. He pretended to flinch. “You only had to do one thing,” she berated him.

He glared at her. “Me? You’re closer to the door.”

“So it’s my fault?” They continued to argue until Chloe caught their attention.


They looked at Mandy. Lois smiled brightly. “Oh hey, we were just talking about you.”

“Yeah, well now you’re going to wish you never crossed me,” Mandy told her. She looked at the door. Three of the football players came in.

Clark pushed Chloe and Lois toward the door as the three beefcakes crossed the room, holding baseball bats. Lois glared at them, refusing to budge, even as Clark ushered Chloe out the door.

“Bring it on, hotshot,” Lois taunted the first guy as he wielded the bat. She aimed a kick at him, sending him sprawling into the others.

“Lois, what are you doing?” Clark asked, his voice full of concern for his girlfriend.

“Hey, Clark, you got any explosions up your sleeve?” she said, looking up. Clark followed her gaze and realised there were steam pipes above them. Making sure no one could tell he was using his heat vision, he aimed it at the pipe. Hot steam billowed out, hitting the three players.

Chloe peered in. “What was that?” she asked.

“Guess the pipe must have broken,” Clark told her. “Lucky huh?”

“You better hope for that kind of luck on the field tomorrow,” Lois told him and Clark rolled his eyes.

Lois drove him home, first dropping off Chloe. She knew they would have to tell Chloe the truth about their relationship. And sooner, rather than later. She discussed the situation on the way back to the farm.

“You’re right,” Clark said.

Lois stopped the car on the side of the road. “Clark, I uh, look, I know you didn’t want to do ... well, whatever with Mandy. So I owe you big time.”

He looked at her. “Yep. You do.”

She leaned over and put a hand on his crotch. He jerked slightly and she could feel his cock filling.

“Lois, you know we told my parents ...”

“They’re not here, right now,” she said. “And you did agree that I owe you one. Don’t you want to collect?”

As she spoke, she stroked his cock through the jeans he was wearing.

“This really isn’t the best place,” he said.

“Got nowhere else in mind. We can’t exactly do this in the barn. Not if we don’t want to get caught.”

“Lois ...”

“Clark, stop talking,” she said, shifting over to kiss him hard on the mouth. He surrendered to her kiss.

“Mm, much better than Mandy,” he said.

“Clark, if you want me to blow you some time tonight, you will not mention that name ever again in my presence.”

“Yes dear,” he sighed. She chuckled, her hand on his fly, pulling down the zip. She slipped her hand inside and pulled out his cock. He was still only half hard, but she was going to do something about that.

Making herself more comfortable, she knelt on her seat and leaned down, taking his cock in her hand. She dragged her tongue up his length, swirling it around the tip, feeling it harden in her hand even more. Clark groaned, pushing his seat back as far as it would go to give her more room to manoeuvre. Pre-cum started to leak from the head. She pulled the foreskin down, sucking briefly on the tip, then began stroking his balls. Clark whimpered.

“Jesus Lois,” he said.

She didn’t answer, closing her mouth around him, swallowing as much of him as she could. She could hear the squeak of the leather as he bunched his fists around the edge of the seat, clearly fighting for control. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard.

He thrust once, cautious of his strength. Lois moved her mouth up and down on him, focusing only on his satisfaction rather than hers. Clark’s hand moved up to her head, guiding her, without pushing. Then he was coming, his hot seed spurting down her throat. When he finally softened in her mouth, Lois pulled off and smiled up at him.

“Are we even?” she asked mischievously.

“Ask me again tomorrow after the game,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lois had a feeling she wasn’t being let off the hook that easily. She couldn’t wait to see what punishment he had in mind.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 21st, 2010 06:35 pm (UTC)
Absolutely LOVE this new chapter of Kryptonian Consort!!

Can't wait to read about the punishment he has in mind!
Nov. 22nd, 2010 05:22 am (UTC)
You'll see ;)
Glad you like the chapter
Nov. 22nd, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)
What's up with lois so bashing on lex. maybe he is sincere. :( bad lois

Great chapter honey!!
Nov. 22nd, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)
I wouldn't say she was bashing on him. But I do think she has the measure of him
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