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Chapter 7
He closed his eyes and shuddered at the memory. Oh God, the look in his father's eyes at the hospital; he'd looked at him like he was... an alien. A thing who had hurt them and destroyed the child who would have really been theirs, the one who would fill the gap in their lives that he himself had ultimately been too inhuman and destructive to deserve.
That was it. Clark had reached his limit. Five minutes without the ring on and he thought he might pass out from the pain.
"The ring, where is it?" he whispered to Liz, his head bent down and his eyes closed, breathing like he'd just been trapped too long underwater. He hated that he wanted and needed it so much. Kal was such a jackass, but this pain in his heart just wouldn't go away. It was breaking him...
"I think it's by the bathroom," Liz sniffed.
Clark got out of bed on trembling legs and padded toward the bathroom, his green eyes darting in every direction along the floor. The lust for the red kryptonite's effect made his breath begin to hitch and his eyes blinked in and out of x-ray vision, searching hungrily now, and his avid gaze finally collided with the ring lying just beneath the tall glass bookcase. Once he was within a few feet of it, the burn began to crawl through him, starting at his toes and moving steadily upward the closer he got to it.
He let out a sigh of relief as he knelt and picked it up. Its red gleam came alive and reflected in his dark green eyes until they flashed a delicious, furious red and he slid the ring onto his finger, sighing almost lustfully. His lip curled up in a predatory smile as he rose, turning back toward the bed… totally nude, and rock-hard all over. Everything… his massive shoulders, his heaving chest, his rippling abs, his pulsing cock...
Liz watched, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as his eyes slid shut and he inhaled her scent deeply from across the room. Through the tinge of fear that had begun to quiver through her, she whimpered under her breath at feeling herself growing slick, wetter by the second as she listened to him breathe her in. A hungry ache flared to life deep inside her and she thought wildly that she just might come from watching him as his eyes slowly opened and locked onto her.
Kal stalked silently across the room and crawled up the bed toward her, fisting handfuls of the sheet and tugging it down her body to fling it behind him, watching her pussy and thighs come into view. He could smell how wet she was, he could smell himself all over her, and his cock gave a long, vicious throb of hunger as he kept crawling.
Her hips pulsed upward as the sheet slid away and her legs parted for him, her breath coming in whimpers. He remembered what she had told Clark, and he knew it probably wasn't the best idea to look at her like she was a baby gazelle separated form its mother and he was a hungry lion. But he just couldn't help himself. He wanted her to feel what he felt...the delicious high of Red-K, an overwhelming ecstasy that held him tightly in its grip, bliss that would feed him forever if he let it. This was the only way he knew to ease her pain. Just like it had eased his.
It was running, what he was doing. He knew that, but he couldn't stand the hurting; it was too much. And so like everything else he didn't want to deal with he shoved it to the back of his head. With Clark .
"I think the Q and A portion of this game is over for now, don't you?" he breathed hotly into her ear as he sucked her lobe between his teeth. Biting ever so lightly, causing a hot tingle to run down her body.
"Mmm...nu..ahh" was the only response she was capable of as her body sank down to the bed and his hands slipped the shredded remnants of his shirt off her shoulders. She finally came to rest on her left side and Kal followed her down, his teeth never releasing her earlobe. His hands were planted firmly to the mattress on either side of her head and he straddled her, grinding his massive erection into the side of her hip and thigh at a maddeningly slow pace. He kissed and sucked his way to the back of her neck as she submissively rolled onto her stomach, arching her neck for more of his hot mouth.
"God, you smell so good...I don't know what it is..." he whispered into her back as his scorching kisses moved lower, between her shoulder blades, licking down her spine. Her body strained and quivered upward toward his, grinding her ass into his cock while he lowered his hips down hard until her she lay trapped beneath him.
He laced the fingers on his left hand through hers and brought her hand down toward her pussy, lifting his hip just enough to slide them between the mattress and her sweat-slicked skin. With his index finger guiding hers, he dipped their fingers together into her slick heat, pushing deeply in and then out, in a little harder, listening to the wet slide as they moved.
"Mmmm," he murmured, his voice vibrating all over her as his tongue pushed into her ear and he breathed, "You want to get fucked, don't you." More of a statement than a question, taunting her into bucking down hard onto their fingers, trying to spread her legs open for more. He used his legs to push her wet thighs apart beneath him, leaning up just slightly and using his other hand to reach down between her legs from behind, rubbing the remnants of his own come into the soft skin around their fingers where they thrust in and out of her, slicking more down her thighs. Liz moaned and felt him force their fingers deeper, harder, felt herself losing control of her body's responses to him.
He drew their bundled fingers back out of her, quickly found her clit and began rubbing it slowly. "Tell me," he growled, keeping relentless control of the pace and pressure. "You want me to fuck you; tell me." His cock slipped against her ass as he pressed his hips down to hold her in place, his body heavy and hot on top of hers.
Liz's throat was closed tight with need and tears, but she gasped finally and whispered, "God. Mmmm, yes, God…" and suddenly, just begging him for it, hearing her own desperation and feeling him dominate her body's response made her blood begin to rush hard, pulling her under into the white heat of orgasm.
Kal felt it in her and suddenly pulled her hand away. "Not yet," he growled, and demanded, "Wait…" flicking his fingertips once up and down her wet slit. "Wait."
She gasped and let out a desperate, needy grunt at being denied as she tried to obey and hold back the sensations building deep within her womb.
"I want you to burn this feeling into your brain." He spoke roughly in her ear again, and she could feel the rigid heat of his cock still thrusting in the same slow, relentless rhythm against her ass, slicking her flesh with his pre-come. "I could make you feel this," he whispered darkly, "... with just a look... or a word... Would you... like that?" he asked softly into the back of her neck.
She tried to scream, "God! Yes, GOD! KAL!!!" but all she could manage was another high, desperate whimper into the mattress beneath her face, her voice muffled with her struggle as she thrust back against his cock, dying for him to fuck her…
"Don't come yet!" he cried, and his teeth bit down on her right shoulder, sinking in as he held her still like an animal taming its mate into submission.
But her body was pulsing all on its own, need for him a constant, never ending throb of lust and want that rushed through her and she dragged her finger toward her clit, just needing to touch, fuck, she was so wet; she didn't just want him to fuck her, she needed it now, and she screamed and shook as he held her hand away, just out of reach of her pussy. She writhed back, whimpering and begging and humping because she couldn't hold it back anymore, she had to come... "Please, Kal," she whined, out of breath and gasping. "Fuck me… do it hard, please… please, please!"
"Yeah," he breathed, his voice rumbling in his chest and his cock spurting. "Give it to me." His breath scalded the tiny hairs at the back of her neck as he pushed her finger onto her clit and began smearing it in tight, tight circles, faster than humanly possible.
"NU...AHH!!! She went wild beneath him, gasped for air like she was drowning, screaming with every exhale and feeling her body beginning to come apart. "Fuck!!! Kal!!! Fuck!!! Me!!" And it wasn't enough, she needed more… she needed him, but she couldn't do anything but scream for him and Kal watched her face, watched her lose her breath and begin sucking the sheet into her mouth with every buck of her hips.
"Don't pass out just yet…breathe" he grunted, and he dragged her back on the bed, pulling her up onto her knees. With one drenched, hard push, his burning cock sank into her, so deep that she couldn't feel anything but him, splaying her open completely.
"Ahh... Liz!" He cried out, his cock throbbing hot, literally burning with the influence of the Red-K in his veins. His fingers dug into her waist as he pulled her back to lay draped against him and forced his body to wait. Just like he'd made her wait, so it would be that much better.
Liz was incoherent, gasping and sobbing and fisting the sheet in her hands, and Kal knew he was prolonging her torment; he could feel her desire for him swelling to an unbearable pitch and God, he wanted that, needed it like he'd never needed anything else… he slid out with a slow, steady pull, feeling her body clenching, desperately trying to hold him in… "Yeah, you want me. You want me," he ground out, feeling himself becoming the mindless one now, and his words turned into a begging plea as she gasped at the pain she could hear in his voice, and he began to raggedly thrust, hands clawing at her skin, "You want me, Liz.. you want me, I know you do…"
His desperation transformed itself into pure physical hunger and his body finally took over them both. He drove himself up and faster and harder in a ragged and violent rhythm, his hand shoved into her hair to hold her closer against his chest and his arm pulling her too tightly around the waist. Liz moved with him, utterly breathless, moaning his name and going stiff all over when orgasm broke over her.
Kal felt it, felt her body clutching his deep and tight, and he screamed for her, thinking frantically that he couldn't get close enough, mindless with the fear of letting this ever end. As she spasmed around him and her body seemed to conform to his like hot, melted silk, somewhere deep in his awareness he could hear a warning in his own voice, Oh, God… be careful with her, you're hurting her! The need for her and the hot, searing rush of red kryptonite almost let him ignore it as he slammed in one final time, grabbing for her hips and pushing her down hard until he couldn't get any deeper inside her.
But he had heard; Clark's voice, his need to protect, could not be ignored and Kal barely suppressed the raw, pure power in him that wanted to keep thrusting into her with all of his strength.
She was sobbing when his body erupted in hers, while his hands engulfed her hips and he shook so hard that the bed slammed against the wall. His orgasm was like nothing she'd ever felt in her life, so hot that it burned in her fingertips and made her limbs go slack, the heat of him flooding through her for so long that her body couldn't contain him, and she went numb, slid down until she hung limply in his arms and closed her eyes.
Pure black crawled up in front of Kal's vision, ecstasy better than red kryptonite and all he could comprehend as he emptied himself into her and the darkness took him was that he was wanted… Liz wanted him.
He fell like a dead weight onto his side, taking her with him, folding himself around her protectively.
They stayed that way for a full twenty-eight hours.
Kal awoke confused and lightheaded, his face buried in dark black hair... Liz...
He breathed deeply, soaking in her unique scent as he gently pulled her onto her back so that he could watch her sleep… His blood stopped cold in his veins and his breath hitched in the back of his throat when he saw her face.
It was gone... the angry black bruise on her eye... just gone.
One side of his mouth lifted in a half smile as his finger lightly traced her cheekbone. "Wow," he whispered, amazed at what he was seeing; this realization of his newfound ability.
Liz's eyes started to flutter open at his touch, her heartbeat growing stronger by the second.
"Hi," he said, barely above a whisper.
Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she mouthed back, "Hi."
"I think we slept for a really long time." Kal yawned as he brought the heel of his hand up to sleepily rub his eyes.
"I think you're right. My arms are numb. But WOW, was it worth it." Grinning, she leaned up and sucked softly at his bottom lip.
"Mmm... was it ever," Kal replied before returning the kiss. His hand slid over the spot on her stomach where she used to have a large black and yellowish-brown bruise. When she didn't flinch, he stopped the movement and pushed down slightly. No sign of pain at all, unlike the last time he'd touched her there. He watched her eyes to see if she even realized that it should hurt. Finally, after a few long seconds, her eyes grew wide and she placed one of her hands over his.
"Holy... You did that. Didn't you?" Liz questioned as she looked down and let her eyes roam over her clear skin. There were no bruises anywhere. Not one.
"I didn't know I could..." Kal didn't meet her gaze. He just continued to look at her stomach, wondering if the wound beneath her bandage was healed as well and too stunned to even realize he could x-ray it and find out.
Tears welled in her eyes as Liz propped herself up on her elbows. Her fingers slid to one corner of the bandage, pulling it slowly away from her skin. They both stared in anticipation, neither noticing they were each holding their breath as she pulled the bandage off.
All that was left of the stab wound was a line of stitches around a raised scar that looked faded with several years of age.
"Hah..." she gasped. Her breath stuck in the back of her throat.
"Liz... I swear... I don't know how... I don't know how this happened." Kal stammered, and the stark fear of being looked at like that again...like an alien, passed from Clark to him in an unstoppable wave.
"Hey... Kal. Look at me." Liz's eyes searched for his. Finally his gaze rose to meet hers, and he looked terrified. "Shhhh," she smiled up at him. "How doesn't matter. Okay? It doesn't."
Relief flooded him when he heard her tell him that it didn't matter. Because he believed with all that he had that to her, it really didn't matter. "Okay," he replied in a low voice, and he gripped her hip and caught her lips in a tender kiss.
They continued kissing, licking and groping and grasping at skin, and then Liz's stomach let out a loud rumble.
"Wow. Somebody's hungry," he laughed as he released her bottom lip with a pop.
"Only for you." she softly replied.
"Come on, let's take a shower, then we can go get something to eat." He stood up and stretched like a big cat after a long nap, tugging Liz to her feet along with him.
He unwrapped the bandages from her right hand to find it healed as well, with only a faint white line with stitches around it. Tracing the line with his finger he smiled at his handy work before sliding his fingers through hers and leading her toward the bathroom.
"Hey, I had a bag. Did it make it back with me?" Liz asked as she looked around the floor for it.
"Yeah. It's by the night stand." He turned and grabbed it for her.
"Thanks. My toothbrush is in there. Plus some clothes so I can actually go out in public."
"Hey, I thought you liked to wear my clothes?" Kal teased as they entered the bathroom.
"Oh, you know I do. I just can't leave the apartme..." Her sentence faded off unfinished as she saw her face in the mirror for the first time since the bruises had vanished.
"Wow." She gasped, bringing a hand up to her mouth. "That's… that's amazing..." Tears welled in her eyes as her fingertips grazed the skin where part of the ugly bruise had been. Kal left her standing in front of the mirror to start the shower.
"Hey, come here," he whispered, and then he gently tugged her away from the counter after the water temperature was just right for her.
They took their time washing one another's hair and slowly soaping their bodies. The steam from the shower kept them suspended in there own reality, where it seemed for just a little while like they were the only two people on earth.
Kal was usually always in control of his emotions; he never let anything past the surface he didn't want to. But this one… this was an emotion he'd never had before and he couldn't keep it in. He was happy, really happy, and not Red K happy, either. Regular happy. "I'm glad you're here with me," he whispered, and his eyes sparkled with a mixture of joy and mischievousness before he dipped his head to capture her lips with his. They stayed under the gentle rain shower kissing and caressing, touching gently and murmuring until the warm water started to run cold.
"Hey, I'd rather not turn into a pop sickle this time," Liz quietly laughed, and she pulled away from him as a slight shiver ran through her.
"Yeah." Kal shut off the water and then reached out for a large towel. He wrapped it around Liz then grabbed one for himself.
They brushed their teeth and Kal cut the stitches from Liz's hand and stomach with the pair of surgical scissors Toby had left behind with the extra gauze. Afterward, Liz pulled a pair of holy jeans and a black tee shirt from her bag while Kal pulled on a pair of brand new black jeans and a dark green tee shirt from his closet.
"I'm taking you shopping after we eat." he said with authority when he noticed state of Liz's jeans.
"Hey, I happen to love these jeans... Well, what's left of them." She mumbled as she laced up her boots.
"Babe. While I personally love them, they're hanging on by a thread. It's time for a new pair. Hell, it's time for a whole new wardrobe."
"Alright there, money bags. Whatever you say." Liz replied as she dug through her bag until she found her brush. She didn't want to need his money, but the reality was she was a runaway girl and she couldn't just flat out turn down free clothes or... free anything for that matter.
"So where are we going?" she asked on the elevator ride down to the ground level. Her hands snuck under Kal's tee shirt to run along the smooth skin just above the waist of his jeans. His eyes rolled back in his head when her fingers grazed through the patch of hair under his belly button.
"Back to the apartment if you keep that up." he whispered hoarsely as he slowly dragged her hands off his waist and turned toward the opening elevator doors. He cleared his throat and told her, "We can go anywhere you want." And he unconsciously tugged Liz closer to him in a protective way, shielding her from other pedestrians with his massive body.
"Wherever you got food from last time is fine with me." Liz replied as she quickened her stride to keep up with his long legs. They reached the end of the block and rounded the corner, and Kal headed toward the entrance to the diner when Liz suddenly hit the breaks.
"Ya know what? Let's go someplace else, okay?" She tugged on his arm with both of her hands as her heels dug into the concrete below her feet.
Kal looked down, confusion and then understanding crossing his face. "Did you dine and dash from here?" he asked, a knowing grin curling his mouth.
"Yeah. Like just the other day, so I'm sure they'll remember me. Please, let's just go somewhere else." Liz begged, still trying to move him out of the doorway.
Kal was momentarily distracted by the fact that Liz could move him without his consent. He pulled back against her and stopped her abruptly. Interesting, he thought.
"Hey. Chill out it'll be fine." The confidence in his voice calmed Liz's nerves.
"O-okay..." Her eyes darted around, looking for any sign of trouble and ready to bolt. Seeing none, Liz lowered her head and ducked behind him, hiding her face from the staff for as long as possible.
"No Way! Not Again! Oh, no you don't!" The cook, Randy, shouted from the kitchen, shaking his spatula at Liz.
"I told you, Kal! Please, can we just go?" Liz quietly begged.
TBC
