Author's Warning: This story contains rape, non-consensual sex, physical/mental abuse, and murder. It was extremely difficult to write for obvious reasons; but mostly because this came from my mind and that means something about me that I'm not terribly comfortable with. Please do NOT read this if you are underaged or a sensitive reader. Thank you.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method
for dealing with the darknesses of other people. - Carl Jung
Chapter 3
-Smallville—
In Smallville, Martha checks on Lois upstairs, then closes the door tightly before returning downstairs to Lionel. "Lionel…" she said his name sadly.
"I know what must be done, Martha. Don't worry on my account," Lionel reassured her.
"I'm sorry."
"We've both lost our sons, mine is only here in form. Lex is gone. Zod is here. The sooner we change that, the better for all involved. Do you have the dagger?"
"I do," Martha confirmed.
"And I have this," Lionel says with satisfaction pulling the Black Ships hard drive from his briefcase.
Martha's eyes widen.
"We might not be able to get to him, but with his, I think we can get Zod to come to us," Lionel laid out his plan.
-Smallville—
Five meteor-like objects fell from the sky out of the Phantom Zone. Four of the five fly away, but the fifth plummets to earth. Clark hits the ground and immediately supersped to his family's farm.
"Mom!" he shouted.
The front door to the house opened and Martha stepped out with a look of shocked hope on her face. "Clark?"
"Mom. You're alright. Where's Lex?"
"Oh, God. Clark! You're alive." Martha rushed down the porch stairs to hug Clark tightly, elated to have him back again. "Jor-El said you were gone forever!"
"He was wrong, a friend helped me," Clark said reassuringly.
"Good to see you again, son," Lionel said, emerging from the traditional farm house. "Lex, or Zod, is in Metropolis. We have much to do."
-Smallville-
"Chloe is with him?" Clark asked in shock.
"That's what my sources say. But," Lionel clapped a hand on Clark's back, "she was alive as of this morning."
"Lois spoke to her Clark. Chloe said she was fine."
"She's with Zod, how could she be fine?" Clark continued to frown. "I can't risk fighting him there, not with her there."
"You won't have to. Zod left this at the mansion. He's been searching for it," Lionel said smugly. Lionel set the alien hard drive down on the table next to the dagger. "We have the bait and the trap. All you have to do is spring it."
From outside the house, the face of Milton Fine peered in through the window. His cheekbones show starkly as his gaze was drawn to the hard drive.
He slipped away before anyone noticed him, launching himself into flight and heading towards Metropolis.
-Smallville—
Clark stood alone in a field, a stand of trees behind him. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket, but before he could dial, Zod landed in front of him.
"Kal-El, impressive. Managing to get out of your father's prison, so quickly. I suppose Jor-El left you a backdoor."
"I don't belong there. The Phantom Zone was made for criminals. The worst of the worst. People like you."
Zod laughed. "People like me? People who tried to save their own species?"
"I won't let you destroy this planet like you did Krypton."
"I tried to save Krypton. Your father," Zod sneered the word 'father,' "did nothing to stop Krypton's destruction. But somehow his son managed to survive while millions of others perished. Who's the real monster?"
"I won't let you hurt this world," Clark insisted.
"You don't have a choice. Now, where is my hard drive?"
Clark pulled it from his jacket pocket, throwing it to the ground at Zod's feet. Or what was left of it. The hard drive was only half the size it had been, and was now singed and burned.
Zod scowled, anger twisting his expression. "No!" He shouted, rushing at Clark and propelling them both into the air. The two aliens grappled in flight, neither able to get the upper hand. They crashed into the ground, miles away, in a stand of trees. Zod picked Clark up and slammed him down on a large boulder nearby. The rock crumbled as if it were made of paper. Zod punched Clark, drawing blood, and continued to pummel him, both men falling deeper into the boulders rubble.
"Do you think you can stop me?" He vented at Clark. "I am Zod! General of the Krypton's best fighting force. Our species, our civilization was far advanced to this one. But your father refused to consider our welfare over the primitive humans he loved so much."
Clark stopped fighting back and Zod stood over him in triumph. He picked up Clark by his jacket lapels and tossed him into the air. Clark went through a tree, the top 30 feet breaking off and falling to the ground as Clark spun through the air. He landed in an open field nearby, skidding through the dirt, feeling pain for one of the only times in his life. Zod had hurt him, but even as acknowledged it, he could feel the sun strengthening him.
"So easily beaten. Disappointing," Zod mocked him, zooming to stand over Clark once again. "I don't know how you escaped the Zone, but you were safer where you were. Did you really think you could win, Kal-El? You're an idealistic fool, just like your father."
Clark met Zod's gaze, but didn't try to fight him.
"Jor-El couldn't stop me, and neither will his son."
"Then I'll die trying."
Zod looked down his nose at the son of his greatest friend, turned greatest enemy. "But you won't be the only one. These humans you care so much about... my lover, Chloe. The insipid Lana. Your mother." Clark's expression faltered and Zod could feel victory on the wind. "Swear your allegiance to me, and I'll allow the ones you love the most to live. Kneel before Zod. Kneel."
Clark hesitated, but then obeyed the command, and Zod stepped closer. He held out his hand, a regent to a peasant, demanding acknowledgement of his superiority.
Suddenly Clark surged forward, the dagger drawn, "My father sends his regards."
But Zod knocked the dagger away, as if expecting it. "Did you really think I didn't expect a trick? The House of El was full of them. You've lost Kal-El. Your world is forfeit. Your loved ones draw their last breath."
Zod backhanded Clark, sending him sprawling into the dirt again, but he scrambled up, searching the field for the dagger. He finds it using his x-ray vision, but the blade is broken.
Zod advances on him. "Living among these humans has made you weak Kal-El. How disappointed your father would be to see you now."
Before Zod reaches Clark, the younger man zooms away, disappearing into the forest. "A coward. Just like your father."
-Smallville-
Later that night, Clark returns to the Fortress, seeking Jor-El's counsel once again.
-Smallville-
That night, Zod was in bed with his lover, slaking his wounded ego, from having come to a stalemate with Kal-El. He'd defeated the whelp, but Kal-El had destroyed the hard drive.
Suddenly he felt a vortex pulling at him and he was gone.
Disoriented, Lex looked down at Chloe seeing her naked body and passion flushed face beneath him. Her eyes were squeezed closed tightly, her lips softly parted. Looking around wildly he saw that he was in his penthouse, but had no memory of how he got there. The last thing he remembered he had fallen asleep with Lana in Smallville, but now he was in Metropolis and Chloe was in his bed.
Her hands slid down his chest cutting through his confused and disoriented state. His hand was on her breast and he squeezed it, hearing her soft moan fill his ears. She spread her legs wider for him, and Lex surged into her without another thought.
"God, Lex," she moaned.
"Chloe," he gasped as her heat closed around him tightly.
He began to thrust with abandon into her wet sheath, unsure of how or why he was presented with this opportunity, but not above taking it. Her eyes opened, luminous green, blurred with passion, looking up at him. He lowered down so he could kiss her, tasting her for the first time. Her hands clenched on his shoulders, and he continued to thrust into her, savoring the slick feel of her sheath, tight around him, each whimper and moan that escaped from her full lips.
Her moans and whimpers grew in intensity and Lex allowed the pleasure to wash over him. When her body tensed and arched under him, shuddering as her climax washed through her, Lex thrust several more times, until he reached his own orgasm.
Lex relaxed his body, lying over hers as his mind raced.
"Chloe?"
He lifted up off of her, but Chloe seemed to have fallen asleep. Her eyes were closed, her breathing steady and deep. His gaze slid down her body, all her pale flesh and curves revealed to his avid gaze. He frowned as he noted the assortment of bruises marring her soft skin.
He stroked a finger over the curve of her breast, shocked when he felt another erection forming. Chloe's nipple pebbled and she shimmied her hips under him, responding to his touch. Still sheathed inside of her body, Lex thrust shallowly, causing her to moan a little, but she didn't open her eyes. Lex forced himself to pull out of her, pushing up off the bed. Standing over her exposed body, memories flooded back to him as he saw the full extent of the marks on her skin that proved his memories to be truth instead of fantasy: finger marks, bite marks and hickeys on her wrists, biceps, shoulders, breasts, stomach hips and thighs, and a ring of yellowing marks, healing bruises, circling her pale neck.
Lex covered her body with a sheet, the room smelling of sex and sweat. Walking naked into his study, he checked the security settings and found that the Penthouse was locked up tight, not allowing anyone in or out. Feeling sure that Chloe wouldn't be able to leave, Lex went onto the master shower and turned on the taps, letting the hot water pour over him. The flood of memories subsided and he tried to focus on the beginning, searing pain in his head, a compelling need to be somewhere. Then he was at the Castle, with Lana, telling her to meet him in Metropolis. The confrontation with Clark in the Kent's barn. Finally saying so many things he'd wanted to for so long. Then Clark was gone, and in his memories Lex was not Lex any longer.
Zod. The name echoed in his mind.
He recalled air rushing around him, the feeling of freedom and dark ambition flowing over the surface of a deep well of bitterness and an intense desire for revenge and power.
Then he was in his penthouse and Chloe was there. Somehow she knew immediately that he was not himself. The memories flashed quickly and he saw himself tearing her clothes off and pinning her down. Punching the shower wall, Lex was stunned to see that his hand has gone through the tile and wall behind it, leaving a hole into the closet.
Frowning, he gripped the water control and the metal folds into the shape of his fist. Suddenly more of his memories begin to make sense and he realized he had all the abilities that Clark tried so hard to hide.
Lex walked back into the bedroom then sped through the penthouse, returning in a gust of air. Pulling on a pair of pants he checked that Chloe was still sound asleep and walked out onto the balcony, recalling the scene with Lana there, and with just a slight bend of his knees he lifted off the ground and was flying over the darkened Metropolis skyline. Seeing the damage below he recalled the conversation Zod had with Chloe- about not attacking the city if she agreed to stay with him willingly and bear his heir.
The city lay in ruins. His relationships with Lana, Clark and Chloe were irrevocably changed, unless he plotted his next moves very carefully.
Returning to his bedroom, he undressed and made his decision. There was no way Chloe would stay with him if he suddenly revealed that he was himself again, no matter how happy she would be to have Zod gone. But if she thought he was still Zod, she would stay as she had for the last week, and he would have time to figure out how to make her stay with him, Lex, of her own free will.
Lex was tiring of his farce of a relationship with Lana, but here Chloe was. Strong. Loyal. Self sacrificing. Passionate. And if he worked it right, she could be his, just like he had wanted her to be when they'd worked together to send Lionel to jail. He'd always seen her as a cute teenage girl. Smart, funny, driven, and with a huge crush on his friend. But the day she'd come to him about his father's murder of his grandparents, he's started to see her as more than Clark's sidekick.
But quickly he'd come to realize the precariousness of their positions. Lionel would not be taken down easily, and while he might be angry at Lex for opposing him, he was more likely to hurt Lex and kill Chloe. And if Lex started a romantic relationship with the girl, he would have just been painting a larger target on her back.
He'd kept her safe by hiding her from his father, then kept her safe by keeping his distance from her. The result was that Chloe was alive, but no longer looked at him with faith and trust shining from her large naïve eyes.
Lex looked down at her. Chloe had stretched one arm up above her head in her sleep, the sheet slipping down to reveal the upper curves of her full breasts. Pulling the sheet off of her, he kneeled between her legs, his body responding rapidly to the sight of her tempting form: soft pale skin, full lips, breasts and hips.
Cupping one breast, he saw that the faint blue bruises there fit his hand perfectly. Her nipple stiffened under his touch, and he circled it lightly with his finger, making the dusky pink nub perk up even more. She shifted under him, pressing her breast into his hand.
Her breast conformed to his hand, soft and real, of course, since she was both too young and too poor to afford breast implants. Lex preferred natural breasts, always had, but so many of the woman he 'dated' had implants now, he half expected it.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he leaned down and kissed her soft lips. Chloe murmured in her sleep, her lips pressing back against his automatically. He kissed her again, tugging on her lower lip and her eyes fluttered open, as she widened her legs to allow him to fit better between them. Lex ground his hips against her, earning a whimper from her full mouth. "So responsive."
Sliding down her body, he traced the curves of one breast with his mouth. Gently squeezing her other breast in his hand, he rolled her nipple between his fingers as his mouth finally closed over its twin, suckling lightly. Chloe's hands moved to his shoulders, clenching tightly in response to his touch.
"Lex," she murmured, still half asleep, her eyes opening slowly and blinking in the semi darkness of his bedroom.
"Chloe."
She froze, except for her eyes which narrowed, and he realized that in none of his memories had Zod called her Chloe. Always lover or human. And he had insisted that she call him Zod, though she had refused, of course. Except when she'd given in to save Lana's life.
Sliding into her heated sheath he stopped her from asking any questions or applying her not inconsiderable intelligence to the sudden change in his behavior.
"Ooh," she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his movements.
"You feel so good." He withdrew from her and thrust into her heat again slowly, feeling her inner muscles flex and relax around his length, her body adjusting to his presence. He continued his unhurried pace, enjoying watching the expressions of pleasure and desire flicker across her face in response to his touch.
"Lex. I need…"
"Tell me."
"Please."
He thrust into her harder, their bodies slapping together.
"Yes!"
He increased the speed of his movements, and she cried out loudly as her orgasm approached, sounds escaping her throat each time he pounded into her. She was trembling beneath him on the edge of her climax when he slowed down his thrusts.
She whimpered in protest, her legs wrapping around him, trying to urge him to speed up.
"Please Lex, I need more."
Her words blended with a hundred other similar utterances she'd made while Zod fucked her, but this time she was begging Lex. He knew from his memories that Zod would fuck her to orgasm then keep going until he came, rarely playing with her, drawing it out, intent on seeking his own pleasure, hers secondary to his own desire, merely a validation of his superior physicality.
He dipped down to take her breast into his mouth again, using his teeth lightly on her sensitive flesh. She moaned, lifting her hips to meet his, her hands sliding up to grip his head tightly.
"Lex, please…"
He knew he needed to act more like Zod, but he didn't want to hurt her. The bruises he'd left on her already bothered him. He hadn't made them, but they had been made and made by his hands. He stilled his movements, her sheath clenching around him spasmodically, driving his own need.
"Do you want me to make you come?" he asked gutturally.
"Yes."
"And you'll do whatever I want?" he bargained.
"Yes," Chloe acquiesced, long past trying to defy Zod when it came to this. She squeezed her legs around his hips, encouraging him to move, but he held still, his muscles locked.
"Good. Arms above your head."
Chloe released her grip on his shoulders, reaching her arms up to grab his headboard. The position pulled her breasts taunt on her chest, rising them up temptingly and placing them in perfect position for his mouth.
"Very good."
Cupping both her breasts in his hands he squeezed them lightly then pressed them together so he could suck on both her nipples with his mouth at once. Chloe moaned and arched her back forcing him deeper into her body.
"Lex, please!"
He sucked harder enjoying each moan and gasp that she made.
"You belong to me."
She shook her head back and forth, denying his claim, even as she begged for him to fuck her harder. "Please, Lex, I need you…"
"You belong to me, Chloe. It's me you cry out for. Me who you take into your body."
"No."
"Yes. Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you are mine."
"No…"
He grinned darkly at her defiance, knowing that Zod had also found it arousing that she would not be controlled. At least not easily. Withdrawing from her until he slipped from her body, he settled his mouth over one of her breasts, licking and sucking lightly, teasing her.
"Lex," she said in disappointed demand, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her panting.
"Give me what I want."
"No," she said, but it sounded more like she was begging, than an actual denial. She released her hold on the headboard, her hands feeling stiff from maintaining a tense hold on the bars, trying to push his mouth away from her chest. Sliding back into her abruptly, she clutched at his shoulders as he ripped a strip off the sheet. He captured her hands in his, lifting them back into position and tying them to the headboard despite her ineffectual struggles.
"You gave yourself to me. You promised to stay with me. Do you remember?"
She glared at him tugging at her hands. "Yes."
"Then submit and I will give you want you are begging for." He moved his hips in a circle, pressing against her inner walls and earning another pleasure filled gasp from her soft mouth.
"No."
He pressed a kiss to her lips, delving his tongue into her mouth, savoring her unique flavor. "Would you risk your home, your loved ones, for your pride?" He asked in a soft tone.
"No… Not pride."
Considering her response, he shifted back to be sitting on his heels between her legs, keeping himself tight within her warmth. Chloe moaned at the change of position, her expression switching from pleasure to pain as he pressed her legs high and wide, her thigh muscles protesting tiredly. He restrained himself from asking if she was alright, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs instead, feeling how tight her muscles were.
His gaze heatedly inspected her slick pink flesh, revealed by the position he'd put her in. But there would be time to discover her body fully for himself later. For now, he needed to make her concede to him. Lex. Not Zod. Zod had taken her by force, but Lex meant to keep her by skillful manipulation.
"You think I want to break you. I don't. It is your strength that draws me to you." His hands stroked down her thighs to where their bodies were joined spreading her so he could see her sex even more clearly. He pulled back, watching as each inch of his length slipped from her, seeing her little nub pulse with her heightened heart rate.
"Lex…"
"I don't want to break you, I want to possess you." He slid back into her slowly, his expression strained as he felt her sheath clench around him tightly. Lex wondered how many lovers she'd had. Not many, he guessed. Maybe only one. Her lovemaking was instinctive, unpracticed or rehearsed, and all the more arousing for it.
"What… is… this?" she gasped.
"The beginning." He withdrew from her once more and shifted his gaze to her breasts as he thrust into her again, quicker this time, watching the pink tipped globes bounce in response to his movement. He thrust again, and again, watching her body, her responses, closely.
"Lex…" she said his name, pleasure thick in her voice.
"Are you mine?" he demanded.
She shook her head and he stopped his movements once again, keeping himself buried to the hilt within her heat, but not moving.
"Are you mine?"
"I belong… to myself," she said through panting breaths.
"You may have, before. But I have made you mine."
He released one of her legs, making a mental note to look into some tools for tying her up or down, then used his free hand to apply pressure to her clit. Her hips thrust up instantly, and he brushed his thumb over her clit again earning another involuntary hip thrust from Chloe. He moved his thumb harder, faster, working the little nub until she was on the edge of an orgasm, her head thrashing side to side in pleasure, then he stopped.
She sobbed, trying to thrust her hips to get the friction she needed but he was too strong for her, holding her still easily.
"Are you mine?"
"No."
He grinned darkly and withdrew until just the tip of his length was inside her, then he lifted her legs high, pulling her hips off the bed so that when he thrust again, shallowly, he rubbed directly against her G-spot.
"Lex, please!" Chloe cried out, squirming and struggling against him, but he repeated the move again and again, using his new strength and physical control to bend her body exactly as he wanted, forcing her to concede to him.
"Are you mine?"
"Yes," she sobbed.
Lowering her hips back to the bed, to afford a better view of her face as she gave in to him, finally, he thrust into fully into her, hard and deep this time. "Say it."
"I'm… yours."
He thrust again, setting a fast pace, needing his own release as well as wanting to reward her for giving him what he wanted. Chloe cried out, and he enjoyed the sight of her, naked and bound, filled with his hard length, and giving over control to him. Zod hadn't rangled this admission from her, but Lex had.
He picked up speed, feeling his own need to come pressing on him. "Again."
"I'm yours, Lex. Only yours."
Reaching up to cup her breasts, he fondled the soft mounds, then pressed her legs wider, allowing him to penetrate her even more deeply. Feeling his erection bump against her cervix, he withdrew from her almost entirely then thrust in again, hard and fast, but mindful of his new strength. Chloe cried out and Lex clenched his jaw and pounded into her quickly, watching as waves of pleasure washed across her face.
Finally Chloe reached her climax, crying out loudly as she shuddered. Lex slammed into her a few more times then came, collapsing down over her prone body, his face pressed into her breasts. He lay there for a few long minutes, feeling her inner muscles contract and ripple around his length.
Lifting off of her body he freed her hands and studied her flushed face and sweaty body. "You really are beautiful."
She turned her head to look at him, studying him as well. He maintained a bland expression, giving nothing away. "You seem… different," she finally uttered.
He nodded and stood up, pulling her up as well. She moved much more slowly than he did, tired muscles protesting every move. "I have been a soldier for years. But now I find himself with the opportunity of time. Tomorrow I will take up this vessel's life as my own, with you by my side. To the world, I will be Lex Luthor and you will be at my side."
Chloe's legs were shaky and she felt lightheaded but she allowed Lex to lead her outside to the balcony, naked as a jaybird. She'd long since passed the stage where she felt any modesty around him. Lex led her to the stone railing, positioning her so she was bent over it, looking out at the city as he stood behind her. "This is my home and I plan to leave my mark on it."
His hands ran down her body, slipping between her legs to find that she was still wet and aroused from before. Her clit was pulsing wildly, and her legs were slick from their last joining. Lex stroked her lightly, then curled his hands around her thighs, pulling them apart slightly.
He cupped her breasts, stroking the soft mounds, before rolling her nipples with firm fingers, grinding his fully formed erection against her full backside. Then he slid one hand up to circle her neck, his arm, positioned between her breasts, supporting her body as his other hand slid down between her thighs again, checking her wetness, before tilting her hips back to receive him.
Chloe gasped, her inner muscles pulled tight already, but she moved her hips back to meet him thrust for thrust, until her climax hit. She felt incredibly vulnerable, naked in the cool night air, Lex behind her, his hand wrapped around her neck. Lex kept moving into her willing body, enjoying his hard won dominance over the fiery blonde. But even more so, he enjoyed that her passion met and matched his. He rubbed his fingers over her clit, using his new speed and enhanced dexterity to flicker his fingers of the bundle of nerves at an inhuman pace. Chloe gasped and moaned, whimpered and begged, in response and she came again long before Lex finally felt his seed, not Zod's, pump into her.
There was no way he was letting her go.
-AN Lex is back, the violence is over, so that leaves... hmm. You can guess. Review if you want more.
