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 2 here.
Read the story from the beginning here.
Clark didn't take her hand. He reared back, looking shocked and offended. "You have got to be kidding me," he said.
It took a lot to shock Kal. In fact, Chloe wasn't sure he was capable of being shocked. He only grinned and took her hand in his massive paw. "Sounds good to me, sweetcheeks."
"Do not even think it," Clark growled. "And hands off. There is no way I'm going to stand by and let you--"
"No one's asking you to stand by," Kal answered. "The reporter's asking for your active participation in this new and exciting venture. Quit being a prude, will ya?"
"But-- but--" Clark looked adorably confused. He fixed imploring eyes on Chloe and stared at her, wielding the bewildered puppydog expression that always worked on her. "You can't be serious, Chlo."
"Clark," she said gently. "I know this feels kind of weird, but think about it logically. Until twenty minutes ago, you and Kal were the same person. You were both my boyfriend."
She could see him examining that thought in his head, turning it over for possible flaws, and finally accepting it. Clark might be a prude, but he was also fair, almost to a fault.
"Okay," he said. "I see your point. But the thing is, we're not the same person any more. We're two different people in two different bodies. You're going to have to make a choice."
She could see the wheels spinning on that one, too. "Well, Chlo... you can't expect the three of us to... people just don't..."
"People do, actually," she said. "More than half of the world's societies are polygamous."
"Yeah, but this society isn't polygamous."
"You'd be amazed, actually. I did this article..."
Kal looked annoyed. "You're heading off on a tangent, Goldilocks. Women shouldn't talk so much; it gets in the way of fucking. Look, farmboy, the thing is that she belongs to both of us--"
"If you say I belong to you again," Chloe remarked pleasantly, "I'm going to tear off your balls and feed them to you for dinner."
It was, she thought, the first time she'd ever seen Kal look taken aback. He blinked at her, then got his conversational ball rolling again. "Um, yeah. What I meant to say, farmboy, is that we've both been dating her, in a way. So unless you want to do like Solomon and cut her down the middle--"
"Which I personally would not be in favor of," Chloe interjected.
"Then we gotta split her up some other way."
"Kal," Chloe said, letting her voice grow a little sharp. "Please stop talking about splitting me up as if you were discussing the best way to split the last pint of Cherry Garcia in the freezer."
"Hey, do we have Cherry Garcia? Cool."
"Kal!" Clark sounded annoyed. "Focus, Kal. We have a problem and we're trying to solve it."
"No, farmboy. We've already solved it. You just haven't quite caught up yet."
"Listen, Kal..." Clark looked exasperated. "The thing is, I don't think I can quite... I mean, I'm just not into..."
"Farmboy, you're into a lot of stuff you don't like to admit. Like being a girl, remember that?"
Clark's cheeks flushed a dull red. "I wouldn't want to do it again."
"Bull. You loved every minute of it. You loved me fucking you, a whole hell of a lot."
"Could we never speak of that again? Like never, ever, ever?"
"Dude, look, I'm just trying to make a point here."
"Which is that you're a lot dirtier than you think you are. And it's not just my influence. Deep down inside, you're a bad boy, or I wouldn't be here at all. I wouldn't be surprised if the idea of a threesome with the blonde and a hot guy like myself turned you on a lot more than you want to admit."
"Kal..." Clark covered his face with his hands for a moment. Chloe suspected he was bright red now. "Look, even if I had, uh, an interest in guys... which I totally don't... you're me."
"Close enough. We're like identical twins. It would be like incest, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, we talked about this before. I think it's more like masturbation than incest. But whatever. I'm not asking you to shag me unless you really want to, farmboy. I'm talking about screwing the reporter's brains out."
"Sex with two incredibly gorgeous guys," Chloe said, to no one in particular. "Is there a down side to this?"
"Of course there is!" Clark snapped. "I am not doing this, okay? I am just not... it's just wrong, all right? I'm not doing it, and that's all there is to it."
Kal studied him for a long moment, then cocked an eyebrow at Chloe.
"Blondie," he said, "take off your clothes."
"Don't bother," Clark said stiffly. "I'm not as easy as you think. I'm not going to just melt into a puddle if you... oh, God."
"See?" Kal said. "Totally easy."
"Totally," Chloe agreed, tossing her bra aside.
"Oh, God," Clark said again. "I can't-- I shouldn't-- oh, the hell with it. Let's fuck."
More to come...