Triptych, Chapter 2

Clark/Kal/Chloe
Season 9
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Warning: Some threesome aspects and general weirdness.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Sequel to Triangulation.
Read Chapter 1 here.

And the very first priority on my list is...

Oh, come on, do I even have to say it?

What the hell, I'll say it anyway. It's sex time, baby!

*****

"Hey there, sweetcheeks."

At the familiar sound of her boyfriend's voice, Chloe Sullivan turned around with a welcoming smile on her face. She felt the smile freeze on her lips and melt away as she looked him over, from ebony leather boots to black wife-beater to tousled dark hair. The green eyes that were usually so gentle and kind glinted with arrogance. The beautiful lips she knew so well were quirked into an almost cruel smile.

"Kal?" She tilted her head on one side, studying him. "Is Clark letting you drive on purpose, or did you hijack him again?"

"No hijacking required." Kal spread his arms and grinned. "It's all me, baby. One hundred percent bad boy."

Her chest squeezed with sudden fear, but she tried not to show it. "Kal," she said, keeping her voice steady. "What did you do this time?"

He waved a careless hand. "Clark's fine. Don't worry about it. In fact... don't even think about him. You don't need him any more, babe. You got me."

He glided toward her, his eyes gleaming with unmistakable lust, and she took a step back. "Kal," she said, letting her voice take on a sharper edge, adopting the tone that said Don't mess with me, buddy, or I'll shove kryptonite up your ass. "What did you do?"

"God, you're so suspicious," Kal complained. She could barely restrain herself from rolling her eyes at his indignation. Oh, yeah, right, like she didn't have good reason for being a little suspicious. Like Kal was a perfect angel who'd never done anything bad in his life. Kal was closer to devil than angel, and they all knew it.

She crossed her arms, refusing to back up any further, and glared at him. "Spit it out, buddy. What's going on?"

He shrugged one big shoulder. She noted absently that he looked incredible in the sleeveless shirt, a whole lot hotter than Clark usually looked in the loose flannel shirts he favored. Exposed for all the world to see, his biceps were simply... guh.

Not that she needed to be drooling over his rippling musculature right now. She needed to figure out what Kal had done, and exactly what his plans were this time. She averted her gaze from his bulging muscles and looked straight into his eyes. At her accusing glare, he lowered his gaze and shifted from foot to foot, looking like a schoolboy who'd been caught in mischief. She knew it was an act, just one of his many ways of getting out of trouble, but she had to repress a smile at his chastised expression anyway.

"I got tired of always being repressed, that's all," he whined. "I never get to do anything myself. Clark makes all the decisions for both of us. And I'm sick of it."

"And speaking of Clark... where is he, exactly?"

"Well, he was chasing me all over Metropolis, but I lost him. I imagine he'll get here before too long, though. He's as fast as I am, after all. I'm just a little more devious."

"Chasing you?" She frowned, trying to figure that out. "Did you trick him into someone else's body again?"

"No. He's in his own body." Kal lifted his head and grinned like a little kid on Christmas. "And so am I."

She frowned at him a moment longer, then slowly, it came to her. Black K. Somehow Kal had learned about black kryptonite-- that was no real surprise, since he had access to everything in Clark's head-- and he'd manage to split himself from Clark. It would actually be a nice, neat solution except for two things. The first was that she didn't think Kal was ready to be a responsible citizen of Metropolis. Kal was all too likely to wind up on a wanted poster.

And the second was... well, God help her, she liked Clark/Kal.

It wasn't that she didn't love Clark for his better traits-- his sweet and clueless ways, his oddly persistent naivete, his generous and noble nature. She admired all those wonderful, heroic traits a great deal.

But she also knew that Kal was part of him. Sometimes a bad part, a selfish part, a horny part, but part of him nonetheless. And the truth was that Clark without Kal was sort of... a stick in the mud.

Some of her churning thoughts must have been reflected in her eyes, because Kal flashed his white grin.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Like I said, you don't need him any more. You got me. I'm all yours, baby."

He strode toward her, a black panther stalking its prey, and she skittered backward, holding her hands out.

"No," she said, a little desperately. "We can't, Kal. Clark's my boyfriend, not you."

"Last I checked," he answered, backing her up against the wall, "we were both your boyfriend."

"Uh..." Up close, the sheer masculinity of him was overpowering. Clark was undeniably a sexy guy, handsome and well put together, but Kal was... well, he was pure male. Something about having his big, powerful body so close made all her hormones snap to attention. "Um, Kal, I was dating someone named Clark Kent..."

"And Clark Kent was both of us." A flash of teeth, more a snarl than a smile. "Until about twenty minutes ago, anyway. I don't see why he gets to have you just because of the name."

He had a point, she had to admit. She'd been dating Clark/Kal, since the very first time Kal had tricked them and forced Clark to acknowledge his continued existence. She'd been dating both of them, in a manner of speaking. And the truth was, there was a lot to be said for Kal. He might be infuriating, childish, and amoral... but he was also very good in bed.

"Um..." She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to gently push him away. It was like trying to move Mount Everest. "I don't think I can get involved with either of you till all of this is straightened out..."

"It's already straightened out." He lowered his head and looked into her eyes, his eyes darkening. "I'm not going back into the slammer, 'kay? This is how things are gonna be from now on."

Oh, fabulous, she thought, but kept the words to herself. Kal was a little touchy, and she didn't want to insult him to his face. She didn't think he'd hurt her, but she didn't need Kal on an angry rampage through town, either. A pissed Kal was a dangerous Kal.

He lowered his head a little further, and kissed her.

There wasn't much she could do to stop him, but if she was going to be honest about it, she didn't even try. She wanted to kiss him.

She'd expected him to be forceful, demanding, but instead his kiss was a little tentative, as if he wasn't used to being in control of his own body. Which made sense, really. Most often he was just a bystander, watching from some distant corner of Clark's brain. He'd rarely been in charge.

But he gained confidence quickly, and the kiss got hotter and more intense. His tongue swept boldy into her mouth, and she shivered, wrapping her arms around his neck in a gesture of submission.

She ought to be pushing him away. She ought to be trying to get the situation back under control. But how could she, when she was rapidly spiraling out of control? The way he tasted, the way he felt, the way his big hands tightened on her, the way his body felt against hers...

"Get your hands off her!"

Suddenly Kal was being yanked away from her, none too gently, and flying through the air. There was a thud as he slammed into a wall, and she heard the crunching sound of plaster breaking at the impact of his two hundred and twenty pound body. She looked up and saw Clark standing in front of her. He was wearing his customary flannel and workboots-- apparently Kal had taken a detour to acquire a new outfit-- and he was crouched and ready for a fight. He looked about as pissed as he was capable of.

"Chlo," he said, glancing over his shoulder and giving her an imploring look. "I know this is confusing, but that wasn't me. That's--"

"Kal. I know."

His eyes went wide with hurt shock, and suddenly she realized he'd assumed she was kissing Kal under the misapprehension that he was Clark. The realization that she'd known the guy was Kal, and still kissed him, hurt. She could see the pain reflected in his eyes as he stared at her.

She could understand his expression of betrayal. From his point of view, she'd been passionately kissing another guy. The fact that until a few moments ago that guy had been part of him probably didn't matter all that much, from his point of view.

"She likes me best," Kal said, getting to his feet and shaking his head like a wet dog to get the plaster dust off. "Get lost, Boy Scout. You're not the one she wants."

Clark's head whipped around. "Go to hell," he said shortly, bristling. "She's my girlfriend, Kal. You're the one who wanted out of my head, so now you don't get her, either."

"Fuck off. She's mine."

"Forget it, asshole! She belongs to me!"

"Excuse me," she said mildly, stepping between them before things got physical. A fight between the two of them wouldn't hurt them at all, but it would wreak hell on her apartment-- and possibly the entire apartment building. "If the two of you could quit quibbling over me like I was a candy bar, I'd appreciate it."

"Fine," Kal said. "Tell him, Blondie. You want me, don't you?"

Clark looked at her, his eyes anxious. "I'm your boyfriend," he said softly. "I'm the one you want. Aren't I?"

She looked back and forth between them-- one so arrogant and cocky, one so hesitant and hopeful-- and her heart felt like it was breaking in her chest. How could she make a decision like this? How could she possibly choose between two men who together made up the man she loved?

She considered the problem for a long moment, then held out her hands, one stretched toward each of them.

"I want both of you," she said.

Read Chapter 3 here.