PT 2

Tonight would be the first time in two years Chloe would be face to face with Clark , and her heart raced in anticipation. However, she'd overheard the statement he'd made to Martha earlier, so she mentally reminded herself that he was Kal-El, not Clark. 'What is it with him and all the different names? In Metropolis he insisted his name was `Kal.` Does he have a multiple personality disorder?'

Watching him intently, she saw Kal-El lift his eyes toward the entrance. His statement, "At first I thought it was your heartbeat I heard when you returned;" played over in her mind. She'd known Clark was more than a simple farm boy, and suspected he'd been infected by the meteor rocks, suspected that was the reason her son already exhibited super strength.

If Kal had inherited his super-strength from Clark, and her blood didn't curse him, then after his first flip, he'd be twice as strong again as he was now. The silence that hung in the air made her wonder what Kal-El was thinking about.


Kal-El's mind wandered into the events surrounding her return.

Clark sat in his loft. He heard a familiar thumping but there seemed to be an echo/ The harder he focused, the more blurred the echo became. It wasn't until rumors started to float to him that he made connections.

Clark didn't listen to the questions everyone was asking, until he overheard a conversation between Lana and Pete about Chloe.

"Did you know Chloe was pregnant when she left?" Lana asked.

"No…" Pete answered. There was a pause for a moment before he continued, "But I had my suspicions that something had happened between them."

"What do you mean?" Lana asked.

"Just the way Chloe acted towards Clark. She got so good at avoiding him I wondered if she had a sixth sense when it came to him." Pete replied.

"That's impossible!" Lana snapped.

"Why are you angry?" Pete asked.

"I saw him - the child. There is no doubt in my mind her son is Clark's - he's a mini Clark. That means Clark cheated on me. It just makes me wonder if the real reason for our breakup was Clark's guilt."

"I think Clark broke up with you because he finally realized he had feelings for Chloe."

"Chloe was supposed to be my friend!" Lana said.

"Well, maybe Chloe felt guilty too?" Pete suggested.

Clark stopped listening to their conversation. He wondered what would happen if he focused on the echo.

Breathing in deeply, Kal-El forced those thoughts from his mind. His nostrils flared with annoyance at Clark's inability to do what was necessary. 'The time for thoughts is over. I am the one in control now.'

"But tonight I heard them both, and in different places - one on the farm and the other at your dad's." With her so close, Kal-El was unable to resist temptation. His eyes raked over her body and mentally took in the subtle changes.

The red tank hugged her slightly larger breasts. Even without using his x-ray vision, he was aware she'd opted not to wear a bra. A smirk formed on his lips as her body responded to his stare. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs and poked at the thin fabric, silently begging for his touch. He forced himself to look away from her breasts and continued downward.

His eyes focused on the small patch of smooth silky skin that peeked out between her tank top and skirt. He imagined how her body had changed during pregnancy - her abdomen swelling with his son, her enlarged breasts filling with milk after he was born. The mere thought brought on both happiness and anger. He believed emotions made him weak, though. He was not Clark, and so he had no intentions of allowing emotions to control him.

He noted how the black skirt barely covered her, and his x-ray vision revealed that she wore only the two pieces of clothing. 'Convenient.'


Chloe cursed her body as it responded to his stare. His gaze was a heated caress. The lingering scent on the farm had been a distraction but here, this close, it was dangerous. The source of her desires was within her grasp. Her eyes might already be glowing a golden hue. 'Might as well admire him.'

She remembered the softness and silkiness of his curly hair and longed to thread her fingers in it. Her small hands itched to grip his broad shoulders so their bodies pressed together. A tremor coursed down her spine as she hungered for the pleasure of her soft body tight against his hard one.

His black button-down shirt clung to his muscular chest and his muscles rippled beneath when he held their son closer to him. Her memories of those muscles rippling under her hands and mouth made her core ache.

.

In an attempt to focus away from her traitorous body, she looked toward her son instead. He turned his head slightly, his hand wrapped around the fabric of his father's shirt in a death grip. The steady rhythm of his heart reassured her he was sleeping. Stepping closer to Kal-El, she prayed silently to herself that she could get through to him.

Her eyes focused on his, allowing her to see both parts of his soul - her best friend Clark, and Kal-El, a much calmer and more dangerous part of him, though she still remembered the latter as `Kal`. When Kal-El breathed in deeply, she wondered if her scent surrounded him, the way his did her. His body's reaction was quite clear - as his erection swelled behind his ever-tightening zipper, leaving her no doubt that he wanted her.

Two years was too long not to enjoy the pleasures of her welcoming body. Trembling internally, Clark fought to regain control of himself. He wanted to make her writhe in ecstasy, but deny her climax till she deserved it. The problem would be gaining enough control to make Kal-El watch.

Clark knew that Jor-El had inserted Kal-El into his mind, and had brainwashed him intentionally to be devoid of emotion. His refusal to deal with Chloe had inadvertently triggered Kal-El. 'But emotions don't make me weak.' He could never be given back the time already stolen from him, and each additional moment the struggle continued was more time he lost. He pictured Kal-El and Clark Kent and then forcefully combined the two into one. 'I am the last son of Krypton.'

Her attempt to remove his son from his arms brought him out of his head, and he shifted his arms slightly. She snarled in response, the sound vibrated straight to his erection, and he groaned in frustration.

He felt her hand on the bite mark she'd left, heard her "Clark…" His heartbeat elevated, and he wanted to rip the clothes from her body. His pulse raced under her thumb as she teasingly pressed her claim. He could hear her heart racing to match his.

"Chloe" Clark growled.

He'd discovered the mark before she'd left. He was still puzzled by how she'd gotten through his invulnerability. Right now, he needed to focus; he reached for her hand and saw his class ring. His heart pounded at the implications, but he felt no effects from the stone.


Chloe was concerned with the distinct possibility a tracker had followed her. The alpha had warned her what would happen to any humans he believed to know their secret, basically informing her in so many words that their blood would be on her hands if she disobeyed him. She was genuinely afraid of what the pack would do to the people she cared about in this town.

The reason she'd fled two years ago was to protect those she loved. The pack had discovered her location after she'd lost the talisman given to her by Sherman to conceal her other. She'd wondered since if Clark possessed that talisman, but even if he did, she doubted that it would do her any good now.

""I'm a skinwalker from a large pack. They will kill anyone they perceive as a threat. We can't stay. My blood curses me just as it curses our son - we have to go back, and we have to stay there. If you love us, let us go!" Chloe begged. She knew her eyes glowed from anger and frustration and fear.

"Neither you nor they have any idea of what I am or what I can do!" Clark growled.

For two years, Clark had been haunted by dreams of their night together in Metropolis. There was no way on Earth that he would willingly allow Chloe to leave him. He moved further into the cave. Squatting down, he gently place Kal on a bearskin rug. When Kal reached for him and fussed, making it apparent he wanted to be in his father's embrace, he murmured soothing words before he brushed a gentle kiss across his son's forehead

Clark waited till he was satisfied Kal was going to remain sleeping and then switched into super speed. He gave Chloe no time to react before his mouth came crashing down on hers. His large hands slipped underneath the tank top and slowly moved along her spine. He relished the feel of her tongue as it slipped into his mouth to battle with his. Clark grunted in pleasure, enjoying the feel of her fingers at the nape of his neck. Lingering in the back of his mind was the knowledge that they should be discussing everything, not making out.

Deep down, Chloe acknowledged that she should stop him. However, getting her body to follow suit was impossible. His hands quickly rid them both of their clothing, making her desperate to feel more of him. She reluctantly broke the kiss when she could no longer breathe. Her whimpers and moans of frustration echoed off the cave walls, and matched his groan at the feel of their bodies so close joining as one.

Clark thought about the use of protection, and the hesitation was clearly written in his eyes.

"Clark, I'm not in heat!" Chloe moaned.

She was not surprised by his confused response as he asked, "Heat?"

Shoving her hips against his, she silently asked if talking was what he really wanted. She gasped in pleasure as Clark answered by filling her completely.

They matched each other's thrusts as their bodies fought for dominance.

Clark noticed her eyes start to glow golden again.

'I thought I imagined that before.'


Chloe moaned as her walls clamped down on him, making him feel like he was encased within a vise. As her juices coated him, his hips thrust uncontrollably.

"Clark!" Chloe screamed. "Mine," she growled, and bit into her mark, reasserting her claim on him.

The sensation of her fangs in his neck caused Clark to thrust faster. As his seed flowed into her, he replied, "Yours." Instinctively, Clark brought his mouth to her neck and bit her. His tongue moved over the two droplets of blood, and he growled, "Mine."

"Yours," Chloe screamed. The claim caused them to simultaneously climax again. Clark slowly and reluctantly slipped from inside of her. Chloe unwrapped her legs from his body and stepped away from him. Clark leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Looking deep into her eyes, he whispered, "I don't want to let you or him go." He sensed Chloe would give anything to stay. "I can protect both of you."

Kal chose that moment to fuss. Clark sped over to Kal and picked him up in his arms. Kal rested his head against his father's chest. Clark watched in awe as Chloe shifted from human to a silver wolf with hazel eyes. She trotted closer to him and nuzzled his hand with her snout. Clark squatted down and slowly ran his hand through her soft fur.

"Beautiful," Clark said huskily.


Sweat clung to her skin as Chloe shed her pelt to return to human flesh. Shaking her head, she said, "No way. " She sensed his awe while she quickly dressed.

Clark kissed Kal's forehead before reluctantly handing him to Chloe. Kal quickly snuggled into his mother's arms and rested his head against her chest. She wondered what Clark was thinking as he dressed, flicking quick glances at her and Kal.

Chloe had a sinking feeling that now Kal would be fussy and want Clark instead of her. She pondered calling Sherman to enlist his help. Maybe Sherman could convince the Alpha it was in the pack's best interest for them to spend time with Clark.

"Now I really have to go. Go back to the farm and tell your Mom that Clark Kent is very much alive."


His eyebrow rose as he wondered how she'd heard him. Nodding his head, Clark said, "I will." He could sense that the last thing she wanted to do was to leave. Stepping closer to him, Chloe kissed him quickly before turning to leave. His heart felt heavy as Clark sadly watched her leave. His super hearing picked up a whisper as she left. "I love you. Wolf Lake."

"I love you too," Clark replied.

The longer he stared at the entrance, the greater the temptation to follow them. Switching into super speed, Clark sped to the farm instead. He needed to speak with his parents, try to devise a plan for Chloe and Kal to stay in Smallville.