Title: Let Me Be Your Angel

Author: Reia'Kiss

Rating: R-NC17 (NC17 parts will be posted in a different location.)

Summary: Chloe and Lana plot around a costume ball. Chlark, Pete/Lana

Author's Note: Love positive feedback.. AU Pete knows about Clark.

1) Plotting

"Chloe? Is that you?" Lana walked into the bedroom that she shared with Chloe and paused in her tracks. "Wow Chloe! You're wearing that?"

Lana stared in amazement at Chloe's new look. She didn't know whether to compliment or what. The outfit was cute but in a way it was kind of bold for the event. They were going to a costume party not a fashion show.

Chloe struck a pose. "Yes. You like?" She wore a silvery blue barely there jean skirt that rode low on her hips. It was complimented by a silver, white and blue shirt that left her back and belly button exposed and a huge silver and blue belt with the words I like boys written across it. She also wore a pair of strappy silver sandals. The whole outfit was covered up by a huge black trench coat and a huge black cowboy hat.

Lana's eyes were drawn to Chloe's belly. "You got a tattoo?" She practically shouted.

Chloe held her shirt up so that Lana could get a closer look a the silver and blue rose chain that circled her belly button. At the bottom of the chain was a long stem with thorns that trailed down her belly and disappeared into the skirt.

"Tell me that's not real and that it doesn't lead down to where I think it does." Lana gasped.

"It is and it does." Chloe laughed and held up her foot. "I got a pedicure as well. Don't you love my toe rings and nail polish?"

Lana shook her head. "Chloe we're going to a costume party. So what are you supposed to be? A hooker?"

Chloe pouted. "Ah Lana, sweetie, that hurt. Only you would think to kill my creative genius."

With a sigh Chloe took off the hat and trench coat leaving Lana to gasp aloud at the finished product. Chloe looked amazing. "Wow! How did you get your hair like that and those wings? They look so real."

"An old friend of mine in Metropolis. She wants to be a fashion designer." Chloe ran her hands through her hair. "She dyed my hair frost blonde and added extensions to make it lengthy and full. The she sprayed it with glittery silver and blue color to highlight it. I don't know what she did to the wings but I can barely feel them. Don't I make a sexy angel?"

"Where's your mask?"

Chloe held up a scrap of material that covered her lower face. She put it on. "So can you recognize me?"

Lana shook her head. "No. Not at all." Lana thought about the costume that she had brought to wear. "Damn. I feel stupid now. All I got is a freaking fairy costume."

Chloe beamed and held up a huge brown bag. "Never fear. I got you girl. I figured that in order for our plan to work tonight we both needed a new change in image. Erica, you're needed out here."

A tall sexy looking black girl walked into the room. "Hi, you must be Lana. I'm Erica Davenport. Chloe's told me so much about you. I turned Chloe into the Light Angel. Now I'm here to turn you into the Dark Angel."

Chloe shooed Lana into the bathroom. "Go get out of those clothes and let Erica get to work."

Lana didn't waste any time arguing. She threw her arms around Chloe. "I totally love you for this. Girl, you the best."

"Do you mind if I dye your hair completely black? It will rinse out after four washings." Erica asked while running her hands through Lana's hair.

"I don't mind. Will you have to add extensions?"

"Yeah but only for that extra fullness. You have really gorgeous hair. I'm going to add glittery red and gold highlights in yours. Your colors will be red, gold, and black." Erica positioned Lana's face to get a good look at her eyes. "We'll start with your makeup first."

"But why won't I be wearing a masking?"

"Yes but like Chloe's mask it's only going to cover from your nose down. Chloe's going to be wearing makeup as well. For her I'm going to go with the virginal slut approach. I have this really wicked virgin slut look for your eyes."

Lana laughed. "Kewl, but I wish I had a wicked tattoo like Chloe's."

"You can. Did Chloe have you thinking that hers was real. Yours will be red gold and black."

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While Erica worked on Lana's look Chloe went downstairs to make a few calls. "Hey Pete. How's it going? Are you getting ready for Lex's party?"

Pete looked at his watch. "Chloe it's 12:20 the party isn't until 7:30 tonight."

"It doesn't hurt to be prepared."

"My costume isn't that elaborate."

"Speaking of costumes, who are you going as?" Chloe hinted.

"Aren't we supposed to be keeping that secret."

"Come on Pete. It's not like I'm not going to recognize you anyway." Chloe begged.

"Well alright. I'm going as Blacula." He described his costume.

"Sounds spooky. What about Clark?"

"He said something about The Executioner. What about you and Lana? Who are y'all going as?"

"Pete we're not supposed to give away our identities."

"But… I…" Pete stuttered.

"See you later Pete." Chloe hung up the phone on him. She grinned to herself. "Phase to down now on back to phase one. Chloe you are such a genius girl."

She ran upstairs to her room to finish getting prepared for the party.

Eric beamed at the finished product. "You both look slamming."

Chloe's wings were pale blue and silver. Lana's was smoky black burnished with gold. Lana's outfit matched Chloe's in all but color. Her skirt black, shirt red, and shoes red as well. With their masks, and changes in hair and makeup neither girl was recognizable.

"Thanks to you Erica. You're the bomb." Chloe said as she posed in front of the mirror.

"Yeah you totally worked it." Lana said on a laugh.

Chloe turned to face Lana. "Well kid, the first two phases are now complete. Are you ready to move on to phase three?

Lana smiled and gave Chloe a hug. "As I'll ever be."

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Clark laughed at his friend's choice in costumes. Pete as Blackula was a funny sight. The fake fangs, black cape and coat contrasted strongly with the huge black afro that Pete was sporting.

"I vant to zuck yo blood brotha."

Clark cracked up. "I'm sorry but my blood is not quite human. I'm sure you'll find tastier fare elsewhere."

Pete glanced at Clark's simple costume. Black drawstring pants, black boots, and a black hooded mask. No shirt and sporting a huge face ax. "Who are you supposed to be again?"

Clark held up his ax and pretended to chop off Pete's head. "I'm the Executioner."

"Well tell me dear Executioner, have you seen Chloe and Lana yet?"

Clark's eyes traveled through Lex's ballroom. "No I don't. Did they say what they would be wearing?"

Pete ignored that question and let out a strangled noise. "Oh my GOD! I think I've died and gone to heaven."

He remained rooted to the spot as a vision of dark loveliness glided up to him. She opened her mouth and out came the most sexiest voice he ever heard. "Bonjour, I am Ange de Lune (Moon Angel). Let us dance."

She didn't even bother to wait for his answer before dragging him out to the dance floor. She turned her back facing him and put his hands on her waste. Then she began to grind against him to the beat of the music all without damaging her beautiful angel's wings. Pete totally forgot about Lana, Chloe, and Clark.

Clark shrugged in good nature as the unknown girl drug his friend off. He decided to sit down near the balcony and wait for Chloe and Lana. Clark leaned back in the chair stretched out his legs and closed his eyes.

"Is this chair taken?"

Clark found himself being addressed by the loveliest voice ever. He felt as if he was being caressed by warm sunshine. "No it's not taken at all." He assumed she meant the seat next to him. He was wrong.

She straddled his lap. "Salut, monsieur. I am Ange du Soleil. (Sun Angel)"

Clark's eyes opened and he found himself temporarily blinded by the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. He could see right through the mask so he immediately knew who it was. And he now knew the identity of Pete's mystery woman. He decided to play ignorant and let them have their fun. He was not going to tell Pete.

Clark smiled at his angel as she proceeded to lift his mask to where just the mouth was uncovered. Then she kissed him. "Mmmm, kissed by the Sun."

TBC