Sunset Red, Chapter 1

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Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

Kal/Chloe
Season 7 (spoilers for "Persona")
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.

"I know all your secrets."

Clark Kent felt a familiar, warm sexual need rush over him as his live-in girlfriend Lana Lang looked up at him, patting his chest. Suddenly he was so hard it hurt.

He wanted sex. Lots and lots of sex.

"You've been avoiding making love to me," she whispered. "But tonight, you're going to have sex with me. Because I know everything about you, Clark. All your strengths... and all your weaknesses."

"No," he answered, his voice cold. Even the fiery sexual heat that bloomed inside his body couldn't make him want her. All he felt was loathing. "You definitely don't know all my secrets."

"Oh, yes," she said softly, her hand moving down his abdomen. They stood alone together in the kitchen of the old farmhouse, having just finished eating an early supper. "I certainly do."

"No." He caught her hand, yanking it away from him, and glared at her. "You don't know that I figured out you kidnapped Lionel and kept him drugged for weeks. You don't know that I learned you kept him confined with his hand caught in a bear trap. You don't realize that I know you stole ten million dollars from Lex and that you're using it to spy on him."

"I would never--"

He pushed on relentlessly, saying things he'd never dared say to her before. "Every night, you lie to me and tell me you're going to visit Nell, when you're actually watching your ex-husband on video surveillance. When did you turn into such a pervert, Lana?" He let his hand tighten on her wrist until she gasped. "Or have you always been that way?"

She tried to maintain her air of sweet dignity, but it was clearly a struggle. "I don't know who's been telling you these lies, but--"

"Lies!" He let go of her wrist, before he could be tempted to snap it, and stepped back, away from her. "I figured out most of it on my own, Lana. You haven't been covering your tracks as well as you think you have, and I'm not quite as stupid as you believe, either. I've known you're a crazy bitch for a while now."

"But... but..." She stared at him, still doing her best to look sweet and innocent, but he could see the rage beginning to simmer beneath her facade. "You've seemed so content lately. And earlier tonight, you told me you were so happy to be with me you felt like you could fly."

"I was lying." He let the corners of his mouth curl up in the snidest, most irritating smile he could manage. "I've been trying to keep an eye on you, Lana, to make sure you don't hurt anyone else. You know that old line about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer?"

"I'm not your enemy!"

"Sure you're not." He rolled his eyes. "You know my secrets. All of them. And combined with the fact that you're nuts, that makes you dangerous as hell. I don't want you to hurt anyone else, but I don't want to get caught in the fallout, either. I've been trying to somehow get out of this relationship without you running to Lex and telling him everything about me."

She drew herself up stiffly. "I would never betray you, Clark. Especially with Lex. Any feelings I ever had for Lex are in the past. You know that."

"Yeah, right." He scoffed. "What exactly are you doing every night while you watch Lex on video, Lana?"

"How dare you," she snarled. "Are you suggesting that I--"

"Never mind," he interrupted. "Honestly, I don't really want to know." He glared at her. "I'm leaving. And when I get back, you'll have sashayed your manipulative little ass off my property. If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of Smallville altogether."

"No. You can't do this to me, Clark." She moved toward him again, wrapping her small hands around his biceps and rubbing her body against his. "You want to have sex. You know you do."

"Just because you put a little piece of red meteor rock in my pocket?"

She froze suddenly, giving him an oh-shit-he-caught-me expression.

"Yeah," he said, very softly. "I know exactly what you did to me. How you tried to drug me into doing something I didn't want to do. Typical, really."

"I would never drug you," she said with lofty dignity. "It's not a drug."

"Yeah, but it affects me like one. Don't play innocent, Lana. You knew that. And the truth is, it does make me want to have sex." He flashed his nastiest grin. "Just not with you."

She gaped at him, and he could see the rage filling her eyes now. Crazy bitch, he thought again. All the contempt and distaste for her that had been growing inside of him for weeks swelled into real hatred.

"What are you going to do, Clark?" She rubbed against his hard-on again. "Are you going to go have sex with some random stranger? Are you really going to turn me down when I'm willing to do anything for you?"

He shoved her away, holding her by the arms, none too gently. "I could always just take the red K out of my pocket," he said.

"You won't do that. You know you love the way it feels. You never give it up voluntarily."

"True," he admitted. "But you're not the only woman in my life, Lana. You're not even the most important woman."

All the fake sweetness had faded from her expression now, leaving nothing but the shrewish, cold bitch he knew she was, under all the pretense. "You wouldn't dare."

"Ordinarily," he said, letting her go with a little shove, so she stumbled backward, "you'd be right. Ordinarily I definitely wouldn't dare. But on red K?" He grinned more widely than ever. "You just gave me the little push I needed, Lana. Red K gives me nerve. It gives me the guts to say what I'm thinking, and to go for what I want."

"Red K makes you crazy!"

He grinned mirthlessly. "Well, we're two of a kind, then."

"Which is why we should--"

"No. Get this through your thick skull, Lana. Even on red K, I'd rather sleep with a rhinoceros than you."

She stared at him, dark green eyes all but shooting sparks, and he laughed sardonically. "I'm not stupid, even if I am drugged. You're just trying to get a new angle to hold over my head, something that'll make me feel too guilty to walk away from you. But it's not going to work. I'm leaving, and when I get back you'll be gone."

She stared at him for a moment, and he could almost see her sorting through her options, figuring out which of her little toolbox of expressions to pull out. She opted for the eyes-brimming-sweetly-with-tears look.

"I love you, Clark. Don't leave me."

He sneered. "You're using me, Lana. Go to hell."

"But..." She looked really pissed now. "The red K is supposed to turn you horny! You're supposed to want to have sex!"

"I told you, I do want to have sex. Just not with you." He turned around and stalked toward the door. As he reached it, he looked back over his shoulder and grinned more widely than ever, throwing a final taunt her way.

"I'm going to have sex with Chloe."

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