Be Careful What You Wish For

Ok, since this gonna-be-short Kaloe smut has evolved into something not-so-short-but-hopefully-just-as-Kaloe, I wanted to issue a broader spoiler alert. :) So even though this fic takes place between Transference and Jinx, consider anything before Jinx to be fair game. ;)

Thanks for reading! Comments always appreciated!

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Chapter Nine:
In The Memory You’ll Find Me

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eyes burning up
the darkness holding me tightly
until the sun rises up


The ever urging clamor mercifully stopped as Clark sped into the cave. He stood in silence in front of the circular interface, contemplating the symbols before him.

He reached out, but something compelled him to turn, and he felt drawn to the wall that held the mark that Khyla had told him was the symbol for the woman he was destined to be with.

Khyla had worn a piece of jewelry, passed down for unknown generations, a thick, silver metaled cuff that held the very same symbol in a turquoise blue stone.

She was a skinwalker, with the ability to morph into a white wolf with icy blue eyes, and she had regretted that she was not to be his just before she had died in his arms.

It was nothing to jump up to the ledge, and he did it without a thought.

Joseph, Khyla’s grandfather, had given him the cuff, so he could give it to the woman that was destined for him and Clark had taken the armlet, but hid it away. Trying very hard to not think about what it could mean. And for the most part he had.

He traced the symbol, a square shape turned on a point and he drew his hand back when it began to glow and pulse with an energy he almost recognized.

He shivered at the want, the need that welled up in him and quickly turned away.

But he couldn’t stop the cry of mourning that ripped from the depths of his very soul.

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I want to be with the energy
not with the enemy

Chloe pulled her car up as close to the cave entrance as she could and turned off the ignition; leaning back in her seat she closed her eyes as a soft sigh escaped her.

She lied to Clark.

And everyone else whenever the subject of the ‘cave’ came up. She always laughed any questions off, saying she remembered nothing of what happened to her after she went into the cave.

A cave that some believed told a fantastic tale with ancient symbols and glyphs, painting a story of a man who fell from the sky in a rain of stars, a man who could cast fire from his eyes, a man who was more powerful than any other who stood on Earth.

A kind of superman who would save them and fight against the evil that took the form of his best friend who he loved like a brother.

Who knew what other stories the walls held?

Clark?

Probably.

Clark was good at keeping secrets.

She didn’t know if he would ever tell her the cave’s secrets,
his secrets, but she could guess.

And, well, she was good at keeping secrets, too.

She did have some memories of the time of when she was hosting the cave parasite, shadowy remembrances that had started out as fevered dreams.

Chloe could vividly remember falling with no fear.

It was so very much like flying and then...

Oh my god, yes!

There he was.

He would catch her.

And he did.

He did with eyes that blazed crimson and a wicked, predatory grin on his oh so handsome face. Dazzling and full of dark promise.

A dark promise that was kept.

Kind of.

She remembered how utterly amazing he looked as he stood below Pete’s blue Camero; arms raised upward, palms out as he caught them with ease. And she couldn’t help but to beg.

Just one more time Clark, oh my god!

She grinned to herself. As much as those dreams left her tingling and gasping for breath as she woke, the others...

Chloe’s hands unconsciously tightened on the steering wheel, and she vividly remembered the feel of velvet over steel under her fingertips. Hard body pressed so close to her. And strong hands. Large, impossibly strong hands that made her skin seem to sizzle as they explored avidly.

Hungry, eager kisses. Sharp nips of teeth at her neck, hot, wet tongue tasting her, dancing across her skin with moist promise.

Chloe shuddered and a soft moan escaped her.

Those dreams always woke her. Those dreams haunted her. Woke her needy and whimpering, squirming in her bed with her heart pounding, her sex throbbing wetly.

But always no fulfillment.

There seemed to be some kind of cosmic jest in that.

Chloe got out of her car, absently rubbing her birthmark. The small chevron shape on her behind tingled as she stood staring at the cave entrance.

She longed to run.

To fly.

But towards or away from?

She didn’t know. Chloe sighed and leaned against her car. She didn’t seem to know anything anymore.

What she did know only created more questions, and dammit, she wanted answers. A small sob escaped her.

She was so very tired.

Tired of all the pain and tired of so little of the happiness.

All of her hurt had piled up, little by little, until she was actually sort of used to it in a biting at the sun sort of way, but this last hurt, the cold joy he took while ripping out her heart was a mortal blow on her soul.

Loving Clark was killing her and she kept trying to walk away, but something, somehow always stopped her.

There was an immense sorrow in him that called out to her with his face and pleading indigo eyes, a furious need and want that radiated from him in beckoning waves, and she was as helpless against it all as a moth was to a flame.

A great melancholy cry came from the cave.

‘Oh Kal-el, you are not alone,’ she thought, and Chloe ran towards that sound.

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I want to close the door
and open up my mind

Inside the cave she found him standing in front of one of the walls that was marked in a circular outline. He was reaching out, his hand almost touching the center when an explosion of blinding light and sound erupted from the middle of the pattern and discharged into and through him.

The blast of energy threw Chloe up and across the cave, and she landed against a wall that held a squared diamond shape. The icon hummed to life and started to glow. Her birthmark burned as the wall pushed her away. Stunned, she fell, over a ledge and tumbled to land face down on the cave floor.

The jagged rocks that littered the cave floor jabbed sharply into her and she winced as she felt the sharp bite of a stone under her hand, she was sure it had sliced open her palm. She turned her hand over and stared as the cold ebony stone began to vibrate.

Clark howled.

She looked up at him and gasped.

Clark was shimmering.

And starting to shake.

Dark hair danced in a storm of light, light that pulsed in musical, colorful energy radiating out through his very pores. And he was blurring at that pulse. Vibrating so hard he seemed to be reflecting himself.

His clothes, their clothes, were disintegrating in a blue white wind of light, revealing distorted, shockingly erotic visions of muscled torsos straining, straining against each other as they pulled apart.

Out of the fury of twisting limbs and whirling energy, Clark’s face blurred into focus. Wide green eyes focused on her and he cried out.

“Chloe run!”

Then he was pulled back, replaced by another that growled a demanding plea.

“Don’t leave me!”

Blue eyes pleaded, then he was slammed forward, but he twisted before he hit the ground and grabbed the other by the throat with a large hand. Muscles bunched, tendons cabled as he squeezed. An identical arm slammed it away as a matching hand punched.

A whirl of twisting light and color again, and equal growls echoed around the cave as they both crashed into the cave floor before springing back up, dancing around each other, hovering several feet above the cave floor.

One backhanded the other. And he flew back into the wall only to bounce off and charge the other with a great roar. The sound of their bodies crashing, sliding, straining was the sound of velvet between steel.

Chloe slowly stood; she ignored the vibrating rock in her hand even though it was starting to get painfully warm. Fascinated, she could only stare.

It should have frightened her; all the energy and light and whirling heat, watching him fight himself in some primal battle.

But it didn’t.

Oh god, it actually made her hot.

She licked her suddenly dry lips and compelled, she edged closer.

Her whole body throbbed between the energy that was flying from them in scorching waves and the answering vibration of the stone she carried in her hand. She could really tell the difference between them now.

A green-eyed Clark took a hit on his unscarred chest and grabbed at shoulders, spinning them so a powerful arm locked across an exposed neck.

A blue-eyed Kal-el spun into that embrace and rammed his forearm into an identical neck.

The air was full of lightening and a great humming thunder as they strained against each other.

Chloe’s body hummed in sympathy.

The rock in her hand wailed.

And then they both reached out to her.

Chloe’s hand rose up; she drew back and threw.

Black stone flew, and his large hand reached out. Gracefully snatching ebony from air, he fisted around the rock and punched.

Fist connected firmly with jaw, connected then melded, tearing though with shrieking radiance. Energy vortexed; and he fragmented in a scream of light.

And Kal threw his head back, staggering, screaming along with Clark as the scar on his chest, raced with fiery colors and absorbed that energy. Then that energy surrounded him in a rush of light and sound before sinking into him.

He shuddered and stood upright.

Chloe moaned softly and her knees weakened.

He wore his skin like a model wore couture.

No.

Better.

Plaid and demin had hinted but...

In all of her fantasies, Chloe had never quite imagined him standing before her with all the unconscious, fluid muscled grace of a predator.

Her heart raced as she looked at him.

All the Greco-Roman sculptors of gods would weep at the beauty of him. Weep because they never quite imagined the perfection of the curve of his jaw. Never imagined the powerful line of muscles that defined him, nor endowed him so well.

Chloe licked her suddenly dry lips and glanced into his face.

Vivid blue eyes seemed to glow as he watched her study him and his lips were parted in a joyful, predatory grin.

His voice was music.

“My beautiful Chloe, do you recognize me?”

The air between them blurred and then, he was in front of her.

She shuddered as his hands on her hips pulled her closer and he lowered his head.

Lips brushed against hair, and he took a deep breath.

Savoring.

“Name me,” he demanded in a fierce pleading whisper that Chloe recognized in her very soul.

“Kal-el,” she breathed.

His hands tightened on her hips and she could feel his pleased grin as he sighed softly in her ear.

“Beautiful Chloe.”

“Kal, wha...?” she started, and then Chloe could only moan as he pressed his thick cock against her, rubbing himself against her brazenly.

“Fuck now, talk later.”

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Chapter Ten: Which Has No Name, Yet.

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