My first fanfic ever! EEK!!!

Title: Kal's Girl

Author: Tom Groupie

Beta: LillaW (The most totally awesomist beta ever! ((hugs)) Love ya, girl)

Rating: R, NC-17 (Rape, sex, language) I'll give you warning for the really bad parts.

Pairing: Kal/Clark-Liz (Maybe others down the line)

Spoilers: End of season 2 threw present eventually.

Feedback: I'd love some, but please be gentle I'm a newbie at this.

Disclaimer: Liz is my own character all the SV one's obliviously aren't.

Metropolis 2003

Kal had been in Metropolis for almost three weeks after leaving his life and his name behind in Smallville. He'd just landed a sweet studio apartment and was already a regular in some of the nightclubs. It was last call at Atlantis, so he peeled off the girl that was practically dry humping his leg and ordered two more shots of Jack.

"I think it's time for you to run along home now," he said in between shots.

"Don't ya wanna join me, big boy?" the nameless girl replied while coyly batting her eyelashes and reaching a hand toward his crotch.

He snatched her hand and began to squeeze, his eyes flashing red as he leaned right in her face "We're done," he bit out. "Now beat it."

"Ouch your hurting me! Asshole!" Kal shoved her backwards and then let go of her hand.

He had already turned back to the bar and forgotten her by the time she whirled away, cursing him under her breath while clutching her hand.

"What was wrong with that one?" The bartender asked while removing the empty shot glasses.

Kal sneered just a little. "She kept doing this weird thing with her tongue. It pissed me off."

"Well pass her on to me next time. I'm not nearly so picky."

"Get your own tail, man. I'll catch ya later."

"Take it easy Kal."

He had to walk back to his apartment, since he'd given his ride away to one of the bouncers. Not that he cared. He liked to roam the streets late at night and see what kind of trouble he could find. He was cutting through an alley when the scar his biological father had branded him with started to glow and burn him from the inside out. It caused such an intense pain that it brought him to his knees almost instantly. He tore open his shirt, exposing the scar that covered his chest. Clenching his fists, he bore the pain silently for as long as possible, but it finally took him over and he let out a strangled cry. And still, he refused to take off the ring.

He fought his father's will until he thought he was about to burn alive. But finally he had to take the ring off, and he flung it away from his body so it no longer had any effect on him.

Just then a group of teens came sprinting around the corner, obviously running from someone. The ring glinted in the moonlight, caught one of the boy's eyes as they ran past it. The kid scooped it up and stuck it in his pocket, not even seeing Clark on his knees with his hands and head resting against the brick wall trying to catch his breath.

There was a girl lagging behind the rest of the group. She saw Billy snatch the ring up, saw Clark slumped over against the wall.

"Hey you? Are you okay? Do you need help?" she asked, slowing to a stop, not sure if she should approach him or not. She went with her gut and stepped toward him, reaching a shaky hand out toward his shoulder. He was clearly in pain but she couldn't tell what was wrong with him.

Just as she touched his shoulder he whipped around to face her, desperately grabbing at her hand. His face was wet from tears, and the scar was completely visible but at least no longer glowing.

He looked around her down the alley then bore his eyes into hers. "Where's the ring?" His voice was horse and he was panting heavily but she understood him.

Just then one of her friends called to her. "Liz! Come on girl we gotta get outta here! The cops are on their way."

"I'll get it for you, I promise. I know who has it," she said, barely above a whisper as she slipped her hand out of his grasp. Then turned and continued running down the alley. The sound of police sirens was growing louder by the second.

Clark couldn't bring himself to care about the approaching cops. He let his body continue to fold in on itself as he began to sob. The memories from the past few weeks were too much for him to bear without the ring, and he knew better than to even try by now.

The police cruiser came to a stop in front of the alley, one of the cops aiming a spotlight down the back street. There was no sign of anyone except a black-clad man curled up in a ball on the ground, apparently sleeping and most likely homeless, so they continued down the street to the next alley.

A few hours later Clark was still in there in the same place, still curled up on the dirty pavement, unable to make himself move from that spot just in case that girl... what was her name? Just in case she kept her word and did happen to return with his ring. He wanted her to be able to find him.

He pulled himself up to sit with his back leaning against the wall. He tried to sleep, but he knew he couldn't, not without the ring. Because every time he closed his eyes he saw the look of disgust on his father's face, and without the ring to help him push it away he felt nothing except the pain of Jonathan's face, the anger and disgust in his voice. So he just stared at a puddle on the ground, willing the girl to bring the ring back to him.

A few moments later he heard footsteps coming down the alley, and he looked up to see her approaching quietly, constantly looking over her shoulder as if she were afraid she'd been followed.

"Hey, your still here. I thought you might be gone by now?"

"Did you bring it?" was his only reply.

"Yeah. Sorry it took so long but I had to wait for Billy to go to sleep before I started going through his pockets." Clark just stared at her, not speaking.

"You're welcome, by the way," she drawled. "I could've gotten into a lot of trouble if I'd got caught stealing from him." She threw the ring at him and then turned on her heel, hurriedly heading back in the direction she'd come.

The effect was immediate and overwhelming. As soon as the ring was close to him it filled him with a warm tingly sensation, starting where he held it clenched in his fist, spreading throughout his body like wildfire. His veins and eyes glowed red for an instant as the drug completely took him over. In a flash he was on his feet standing before her. He moved so fast she ran smack into his chest.

"What the...?"

"Sorry, I just wanted the chance to properly thank you," he said, and his eyes flashed red as he leaned in and captured her lips with his. He brought his hands to her hips and pulled her to him and she pushed against his chest in a feeble attempt to stop him. His kiss was powerful and demanding, and she didn't even realize that she'd stopped pushing against him. She slid her hands around his neck and laced her fingers through his hair. A few minutes later he finally let her come up for air. "Wow… Um, you're welcome."

Kal leered down at her, eyes glinting in the light thrown by the moon. "Baby, I'm just getting warmed up."

With his hands on her hips he lifted her off the ground and her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He grinned at that, took it to mean she wanted him to keep going, so he backed her up against the brick wall and easily pinned her there with his weight, and then he slid his hands around to her ass and pulled her body firmly against his growing erection.

She gulped and he gave a low rumbling laugh, and leaned in for another kiss when he caught a look of panic in her eyes. But he stopped just before their mouths touched; his eyes boring into hers. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"N-no..." she stammered. "I don't want you to stop. It's just that..." her voice was soft and breathless and her eyes darted up and down the alley.

"It's just what?"

"I'm afraid we might get caught, that's all."

"You mean by him..."

"Yeah" She lowered her eyelids, too embarrassed to look him at him anymore for some reason.

"So he's your boyfriend, I take it."

"No. It's complicated, but he's definitely not my boyfriend."

"Well," Kal drawled, his mouth tilting up defiantly. "Let's uncomplicate things and take this back to my place."

"Okay." Her lips lifted into a shy smile and he leaned in and kissed her again, this time much more gently than the first.

She unwrapped her legs from his waist and he backed away, allowing her to slide down the wall until her toes finally touched the ground. He took her hand in his and silently led her through the alley towards his apartment. It wasn't far, just a few blocks from where they were.

But she was still worried they were being followed and constantly looked over her shoulder as they made their way to his apartment.

The elevator ride was full of sexual tension but neither one of them made a move on it since the elevator was made out of glass and she still had a feeling she was being watched. Kal had been stiff and rigid on the walk to his place, mentally keeping himself in check so he wouldn't lose it and fuck her right there in the alley like he wanted to. And he couldn't quite figure that compulsion out, because usually he had no problem whatsoever controlling his sexual need. It must have been the fact that she'd put herself at risk for him by returning his ring. It was why he forced his body to wait to have her until she felt safe.

But once they were out of the elevator and on the private landing in front of his apartment on the top floor, things changed quickly.

He practically dragged her to his door, then spun her around and had her pinned to it so fast her head reeled. He kissed her roughly and demanded entrance into her mouth with his tongue, while he ground his hips into hers, his erection back in full force. He stopped long enough to dig his keys out of his pants pocket, and then he planted his mouth right back on hers while he backed her through the door and kicked it closed behind him.

He picked her up and once again, like they'd been made to do it, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist again. He walked them through the dark apartment past the bed and straight into the huge bathroom. She was a little surprised to feel the counter top beneath her instead of a bed. She looked up at him questioningly through the dim light as he took a step back from her and started to remove his clothing. "I don't know about you, but the smell of an alley doesn't really do it for me. Especially when we aren't in one anymore. Care to join me in the shower?"

She had to swallow before she could answer. "Absolutely."

He unlaced her calf-high Doc Martens and slipped them off her feet as she pulled off her skin tight black tee with a screen print of Jim Morrison on it. He toed off his boots and unzipped his black jeans, letting them drop into a pile with both their shirts on the floor.

He stepped back in between her fishnet-clad thighs and worked the clasp of her black bra with surprisingly nimble fingers, big as they were, as he opened his mouth over her jaw, kissing his way down her neck to her shoulder. But he stopped abruptly when the skin on her left shoulder suddenly felt raised and rough, like a scar. He pulled back, taking the bra with him and looked at her face.

She was obliviously uncomfortable and wouldn't look him in the eye; she just fingered the waistband of his black silk boxers and waited for him to say something.

"What happened?" He asked as his right hand traced the edge of the large scar that started on her shoulder at the base of her neck and continued down both the front and back side of her for several inches. It continued down her left arm, finally stopping a few inches above her elbow.

"Look," she said. "I bet you don't want to tell me how you got yours, so I'd rather not talk about mine either."

"Point taken," he replied softly, but then he asked before he could stop himself. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore. How about yours?"

"Sometimes."

"Like tonight?" she asked.

"I thought we weren't talking about this?" His eyes locked with hers as anger flared through them.

"Then stop talking and kiss me."

His lips crushed hers and he kneaded her now bare breast with his large hands. His index fingers and thumbs caught each nipple, and he pulled and tugged on them unit they were hard.

She gasped and shoved her fingers through his hair, pulled him as close as she could while his hands slid down her slim waist and worked the button and zipper of her mini jean skirt. Her hands slipped down over his muscled back to his boxers and shoved them down toward the floor along with the rest of the pile, finally freeing his massive erection.

He growled low in his throat as she began to lightly caress him. She was driving him crazy and she knew it. He backed up a step, straightening each of her legs one at a time and slowly slid her fish net thigh-highs off. Then he grasped her by the waist and yanked her off the counter, set her on her feet, letting her skirt drop to the floor. She was left in only her black thong. "Damn girl, you look so fuckable right now."

"What about that shower?" she whispered, sucking lightly on his bottom lip.

"Oh I think we can manage to do both at the same time." And with that he hooked his thumbs into the wispy straps of her thong and pulled it down, watching through a red, flaring haze as they fell to the floor as well. He moved one of his hands to the base of her neck and pulled her head back by her dark hair, arching her soft throat and using his other hand to lift her thigh up his side, wrapping it tightly around his waist.

His erection dug into her stomach and she practically crawled up his body, trying to get as close to him as possible. His hands moved to her ass as he carried her across the room to the huge walk-in shower. He easily held her with one hand as he turned the water on, being sure not to make it too hot for his human companion. And then he laid her up against the tiled wall, pushing his cock against her entrance but refusing to move any further. Because he wanted her to beg for it.

She figured out his game and decided two could play that, so she said, "Hand me the shampoo, let me wash your hair."

He made no attempt to move he just breathed against her mouth, his eyes boring into hers.

"Come on, you were the one that wanted to shower first. Remember?" she questioned, and playfully smacked his shoulder.

He blinked as if he finally registered her words. "Right shampoo. Sorry I got a little distracted for a second." He grabbed the bottle of shampoo off the ledge and handed it to her. She squeezed a small amount in her hand as he leaned his head back and let the water sluice through his thick hair. She lathered up his scalp and giggled as he closed his eyes, seemingly being lulled to sleep by her gentle massage.

"That feels good," he whispered as he leaned his head back once again to rinse off the shampoo. "Your turn."

He spun her around and she leaned her head back to wet her hair as he kissed her neck. He turned her back to the wall but left her enough room that she could lean her head forward off the wall so he could have access to her hair. As he lathered up her hair she closed her eyes and had much the same reaction as he did. A few moments later he was done and rinsing her hair for her.

"Wow, that does feel great," she said.

"Told ya." He kissed her lips as he reached for a wash cloth and soap with one hand while still holding her with the other. After they both lathered each other up Kal pulled a cord hanging from the ceiling that activated a shower head above them. It came down like a light rain storm on both of them. Liz giggled. "This is like the coolest shower ever."

"I'm glad your impressed, but I think we've stalled long enough, don't you?"

"Yeah," she breathed out, as excitement and a little delicious fear swirled low in her stomach. He still had her against the tile, his cock was still hard, brushing against her entrance. She tried to move her hips against him, tried to move her leg back up to wrap around the top of his thigh again so he could slide inside her, but he held her so tightly that she couldn't move.

"Tell me want you want." They where nose to nose and his eyes were so close that she thought she could see her own reflection shimmering back at her.

"I want you," she whispered."

"Want me to what?" he whispered back.

"Fuck me."

"What was that? A little louder please?" He teased her.

"Fuck Me!" She practically yelled.

"Okay just checking." He chuckled as he reached down, let the head of his cock slide into her in one long stroke. She clutched his shoulders and he rested his head in the crook of her neck as he worked himself into her. She was tight but extremely wet, so it didn't take too long for him to loosen her up and find his rhythm. He pounded into to her over and over until the water finally turned ice cold and her lips began to turn blue.

"Sorry," he muttered in between kisses as he turn the water off and carried her out of the shower, his cock still buried deep inside her.

He laid her down on his bed, her back flat to the mattress, and settled in between her legs. "I can't believe you're not cold too?" she asked in a shaky whisper as he rubbed her arms and body returning warmth to them from the heat in his body.

"Shh... I'll warm you back up." He stretched his body out on top of hers and began nudging her deep on the inside with his cock, as he brought his right hand down in between their bodies and began to rub her clit with his fingers. It only took seconds and she was screaming. "Oh God! Fuck, right there don't stop! Oh God, oh God!" She panted over and over as her inner muscles squeezed him tightly. Wave after wave of delicious orgasm washed over her and she barely heard his voice for her blood pounding in her ears.

"The name's Kal, baby," he replied as he hooked both of his arms behind her knees and pinned her even deeper into the mattress. He rested his head on the pillow next to her face and began to slam into her so hard she thought the bed was going to break.

"Kal!" she screamed as she violently came again.

"Fuck baby, I'm... Jesus, I'm coming, too," he grunted out between gasps for breath. He finally collapsed on top of her, letting her legs fall to his sides.

"The name's Liz, baby," she said as he panted heavily in her ear.

He raised himself up to his forearms and nuzzled her nose with his while planting light kisses on her cheeks. "Liz. That's a very pretty name, it suits you."

"Thanks." She blushed shyly and let her eyes fall shut at the same time. "Kal's a nice name, too. You don't hear it much," she replied sleepily.

"Nope."

He rolled over onto his back, taking Liz with him so that she was now on top with his half-hard cock still inside her. He reached out to the side and pulled the covers over both of them. "Wake me when you're ready for round two," he said sleepily, and she giggled and snuggled into his chest, absently brought a hand up and began lightly tracing his scar while he did the same to hers.

TBC