Monday, September 14, 2009

Triad, Chapter 2

Season 9
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Warning: This one is offbeat and pretty raunchy, full of dirty!wrong!sex. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.

Read the previous chapter here.

The Boy Scout is as dumb as a sack of mildewed potatoes.

The girl, she's not quite so stupid. I think she's almost figured it out already. And here's the problem-- in this body, I'm not superpowered. So I need to be prepared to talk my way out of the Boy Scout's clutches. Because we all know that the first thing he's going to do is go all Jerry Falwell on me, and tell me I can't use Chloe's body for immoral purposes.

Why the hell does anyone even have a body if they don't want to use it for immoral purposes? That's what I want to know.

But I digress. The point is that Boy Scout isn't going to want me to use this body for sex, drugs or even rock 'n' roll. He's going to want me to treat it like a temple.

I'm not into the temple thing.

And since he's superpowered, and I currently am not, I'm going to have to rely on a little bit of seduction to get my way.

Fortunately for me, Clark is seriously hot for our Miss Sullivan. He doesn't want to admit it, but he is completely and totally into her. If she goes down on him, he is for sure going to do anything-- anything-- she wants.

I mean, that I want.

The thing is, though, Clark's carrying an extra passenger in his head. And I don't have a clue how she'll react to a blow job.

I figure there's only one way to find out.


Not-Chloe dropped to her knees in front of him and started to unbuckle his worn leather belt. He shied back.

"Chloe? What are you doing, exactly?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Clark." The higher voice sounded annoyed. "Don't be naive. Obviously the person who has my body wants to give you head."

"What??!" He thought he seemed to be saying that a lot, but well, this wasn't exactly an ordinary situation. "Chloe... wait..."

"I told you already, dumbass, that's not me." She sounded like her normal self, annoyed with him and his slow mental processes. Except, well, her normal self wasn't a tenor. "I don't know who that is, but it's not me. I'm right here."

"Chloe..." The not-Chloe was undoing his zipper, and he grabbed her by the arms and lifted her to her feet, because the unzipping thing was sort of distracting. "Chloe, as close as we are, I don't really like having an extra passenger. Could you get out of my head, please?"

"Clark, I didn't climb into this taxi voluntarily, believe me. I think whoever has my body stole it somehow, and then pushed me out into the nearest vehicle. Which happened to be you."

"Aren't you a clever little thing," not-Chloe said. "Now why don't you two let me go have a little fun?"

"Thanks, but I don't rent my body out," Chloe's voice retorted. "You're not going anywhere till you give me my body back."

"I'm not giving it back, sweet cheeks. These gorgeous tits are all mine."

Clark felt his eyebrows draw down in sudden suspicion. Something about the way this person talked... "Kal?"

"Kal?" Chloe echoed.

Not-Chloe grinned. It was Kal's bad-boy grin, strangely incongruous on Chloe's sweet, open face, and Clark blinked.

"How can it be Kal?" he asked. "I mean, he's never had anything to say while he was in my body. How can you use my mouth to talk, when he never could?"

"Probably because you keep me locked away like some sort of prisoner," Not-Chloe said, and the grin slipped away. "Because you don't want to hear what I have to say. Because you're afraid of me."

"It is Kal," Chloe said. "Oh, my God. Your evil twin has my body."

"And I'm going to have a lot more fun with it than you ever had, sweetheart. Starting with the farmboy here."

"What??!" Clark said again.

"Are you kidding me?" Chloe's voice demanded. "Isn't that kind of, I don't know, incestuous?"

"How can it be incest?" Kal answered sweetly. "He might not want me, per se, but he wants this body, you know. Any fool can see the two of you have wanted to fuck like bunnies for years now."

"That is totally not true," Chloe's voice said, and instantly thereafter, Clark said, "We have not!"

"Oh, please. You can lie to yourselves, but you can't lie to your subconscious-- and that's me, farmboy. Deep down, you've had so many fantasies about our Miss Sullivan that your brain should be X-rated."

"Really?" Chloe's voice sounded intrigued.

"No! Of course not!" Clark sputtered.

"Oh, please." Kal laughed, and the borrowed hazel eyes sparkled with wicked glee. "Tell her the one about the two of you in the shower. Go ahead, I dare you."

"I have never, ever--"

"Please. Hot water cascading over both of you? Soap? Her mouth on your nice slippery--"

"Never ever ever! I swear!"

Clark's mouth opened, with no input from his brain, and he heard Chloe speaking.

"What other fantasies has he had about me, Kal?"

"None! None at all! I don't ever fantasize about you! Swear to God!"

"Well," Kal said thoughtfully, ignoring Clark's outburst, "there's the one in the caves, where the two of you are fucking under all those alien symbols..."

"He's making this up!"

"It's dark, but the moonlight shimmers through the hole in the ceiling, lighting up your skin so that it gleams..."

"Fiction. Pure and total fiction, Chlo. Really."

"You're sweaty under his hands, and his mouth is on your breast, sucking your nipple until you're writhing and moaning..."

"Clark Kent." His mouth moved again. "You naughty boy."

"I'm not naughty," he said desperately. "I'm as pure as the driven snow, I swear."

"Oh, yeah, there's one about snow, too," Kal said. "Where you're as invulnerable to cold as he is, and the two of you roll around in the snow at the Fortress..."

"Wow," Chloe said. "Whoever knew Clark had such an imagination?"

"I don't have any imagination at all," he said. "And I'm not at all interested in you that way, Chlo..."

"Uh-huh," she answered. "You forget that I'm in your body, Clark. And I may not be used to being a guy, but I'm pretty sure this isn't a rocket in your jeans."

His own hand reached down to touch his crotch, with no input from him, and he gave a startled moan as his own fingers wrapped around his erection.

"Yes," she said. "Definitely not a rocket."

"Chlo..." He tried really hard to act like this was a normal situation, instead of him feeling up his body with his best friend, while his dark side stood by watching.

Even for Smallville, this was a pretty weird afternoon.

His hand wrapped around his dick. He hadn't rezipped his jeans, so he was touching himself-- or she was touching him-- or something-- right through his boxers. And damn, it felt good. He heard his breath hiss through his teeth.

"That's incredible," Chloe commented through his mouth. "Is it always that good?"

"It can be even better," Kal said. "Which is why I don't get why he almost never has sex. I swear, bodies are wasted on some people."

"Oh, my God." It was her tone, despite being uttered by his vocal cords, and the sound of her soft, breathless voice did weird things to his body. Suddenly he was throbbing, swollen to the point of pain. He wanted to grab himself and pump hard and fast.

But she had control of his hand somehow, and she was still exploring, very slowly and very carefully.

He closed his eyes and let her do whatever he wanted with his body.


This is great. Things are going exactly according to plan. Predictably enough, our intrepid reporter is investigating her new situation, and she's distracting the Boy Scout in a big way. I can get the hell out of here now, and they won't even notice I'm gone.

Except... well...

Watching him-- them-- me-- oh, what-the-fuck-ever-- is pretty damn hot.

Right now, I think I feel like hanging around.

Read Chapter 3 here.


inked said...

"Yes," she said. "Definitely not a rocket."


Kal's plan is right ooon, LOVED Chloe's reactions, they are so perfect, Kal must have something up his sleeve, hee :D

DeeDee said...

Kal is one twisted son-of-a so and so. The logistics of this encounter are a wonder to imagine, but damn, Elly - what a wonder to wonder!

Trust Chloe to get distracted my tales of Clark's x-rated fantasies about her! :-P

Thanks for posting again so soon! :)

Tracey L said...

I've read a lot of body-swap stories, but this is the first one I've read with such a naughty twist!! I'm actually really interested in how they're going to get Kal out of Chloe's body, please update soon!

Anonymous said...

Wow! I'm absolutely amazed by your imagination and writing skill.

Eagerly awaiting the next update...


AV said...

"Definitely not a rocket" - Bwahahahaahahah!

Oh my god! This is my new favorite story ever!!! I mean... What a total mind blow... I feel dizzy.

Meg said...

Thanks! Glad you're enjoying it, AV. This story goes on in Triangle and Triangulation, too, just FYI.