Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Out of the Darkness, Chapter 1
Manip by Khyla. Used by permission of the artist.
Season 5, missing scenes from "Vengeance"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Here in the dark the dusty light is fading
The lonely night of waiting
Is passing the point and missing the mark
Be the light or love will fade away…
I'm coming out of the darkness
Finally my soul can take a rest
-"Out of the Darkness," Crosby-Nash
“No! Please! Someone help me!”
He has her pressed up against the rough brick of the wall, her wrists trapped in his hands. Her bones feel fragile in his grip, and he knows he could shatter them with a touch. She’s begging him to let her go, screaming for help, but no one’s going to help her, because they’re in the worst part of Metropolis, and no one in Suicide Slum gives a damn about anyone else.
Under ordinary circumstances, he’s the savior of people in trouble. Usually he would be the one leaping to her rescue, racing to protect her. But tonight, in the cold darkness of the alley, he’s not interested in saving anyone.
He shoves her more roughly into the wall, pinning her against the bricks despite all her struggles, and he’s stunned by how much he likes the feel of her thrashing body against his.
He could do anything to her, anything at all. He’s so strong that he could do anything he wants to anybody, and no one is capable of standing in his way. The only thing that’s ever kept him within bounds is the moral code his adoptive father, Jonathan Kent, raised him with. Now Jonathan Kent is dead, and he wonders if his moral code hasn’t gone along with his father.
Because he’s getting seriously turned on by her desperate pleading.
She twists against him, inadvertently brushing against his hardon, and he gives a soft gasp. He can’t help himself, can’t prevent his response. He pushes against her a little harder, rubbing into her, and groans, a long, rumbling sound of pleasure.
His breathing is unsteady, ragged, and harsh, and he can hear the blood rushing through his veins, can feel his heart pounding in his chest, can feel his cock throbbing. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before.
At his groan, she freezes. “Clark?”
The sound of his name makes him open his eyes and look at her. She's staring at him, eyes wide with shock and surprise, and for the first time he sees a shadow of genuine fear in her gaze.
She’s afraid of him.
Chloe Sullivan has known him for years, known his secret for months. She understands how strong he is, how dangerous he could be, yet she's never feared him till now. He’s never given her any reason to fear him.
The knowledge that he’s managed to frighten her ought to make him back away from her and stammer out an awkward apology. Because Clark Kent doesn’t treat women this way, ever.
But she feels so good against him that he can’t bring himself to move away from her. Her wrists are still shoved up against the wall, and he presses against her again, enjoying the way she sucks in a startled breath. He’s not sure if she’s scared or turned on, and his mind is so messed up right now that he doesn’t really give a fuck.
“Clark,” she says, more sharply. “Stop it.”
He stares into her eyes. He’s wearing a ski mask, and he feels like his personality changed when he put the mask on, totally changing who he is.
All of a sudden he’s not the protector. He’s the aggressor.
And he likes the feeling. He likes it a lot. He's almost scared by how much he likes it.
Her lips are only an inch or so from his, and she’s staring at him, wide-eyed. He leans forward and speaks softly into her ear.
“I don’t want to stop,” he whispers.
Read Chapter 2 here.
Posted by Meg at 9:46 AM