DEDICATED: to shadowglove ( u/827845/ ).
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Supernatural, nor Smallville. Nor the Batman franchise, for that matter.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanted to finish this chapter during Golden Week, but it decided to run a little longer than expected. Wish me luck with my finals!
Hi, My Name Is Leo and I'm a Chloeholic
„They have a boxing ring?" Dean's voice jumped an octave.
Chloe chuckled: „Welcome to the training floor. Sam loves it here."
„...But Sam's busy right now, right?"
„Yeah, and the rest of the boys, too. No one to see my humiliation when you teach me chokeholds." Chloe bent over to get through the ropes, followed by the older Winchester.
She makes baggy sportswear look hot, that's how beautiful she is.
„Aww, you really thought we were gonna practice?" Dean groped her from behind.
„Well, I kinda did, since we have the ring and all."
„Don't you think there's other things that should be tried in a ring, baby?" He kissed under her ear.
„What is it with you and choosing public spaces?" she laughed.
Her laugh: clear, and pure-hearted, and lovely.
„Oh come on, you have to admit that lap dance was even hotter because we could've been caught."
Dean turned her around, his hands finding her bottom again and squeezing slowly.
„We were caught!"
„And I'm not sorry for that. You are?"
Her eyes fluttered closed when he kissed a pattern on her neck.
„I'm glad Oliver knows now, but I wanted to tell him by myself. I, mhm, don't like it when things get out of my control... Well... Maybe a little," she moaned before pulling Dean in for a kiss.
Her kissing is passionate, but not dirty; feminine, but not completely weak or submissive.
She gets backed up in the corner and encourages Dean to lift her a little higher, her back supported by the ring post. She reciprocates the caressing on her inner thighs by sliding her hands under his shirt.
„Dean," she groans when he grinds against her like an impatient animal. „What about those middle ground activities?"
„It's been so long, Chloe... Too damn long for the fact that you're with us for good – I mean, indefinitely. I mean, you're still riding with us, right?"
„I am," she touched his cheek. „And it hasn't been even two weeks, by the way."
„That's like centuries," he pouted and dove for her cleavage.
„I missed you, too..." Chloe sighed in a giving up here gesture, drove her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, her other hand sliding down to cup him through his pants. „Protection?" she mumbled.
„Always, baby," he groaned and patted one of his pockets in an unsteady rhythm.
„Take off your shirt. Keep your hands on the ropes for a minute," she asked him and he obeyed without a word.
Even when kissing his chest and touching him through an open fly, she still looks... graceful.
„Chloe, sugar, can I touch now?" Dean basically begged.
„Yes please," she answered with a bit of surprise in her voice. He took off her shirt and sweatpants, his mouth going for her tattoo first thing. „Dean... Do you... like it when I order you around?"
„Don't mind it at all," he murmured against her belly button. „You're so hot when you do." He looked up at her, chewing on the hem of her panties, asking for another permission.
„Oh," she commented in a voice that sounded like she just went soaking wet. „Touch me, Dean," she whispered.
He hummed in agreement. As soon as her panties hit the ground, he slid his tongue unceremoniously up her thigh and into her heat. Chloe threw her head back and her lips shaped a mute O, pushing a lustful sound through as soon as she found her breath.
When aroused, she emanates a halo of energy that must be pure bliss. Radiant.
Suddenly, Dean stood up, pulled her back to her feet and seeing her jiggly knees, dragged her over to the centre of the ring with one leg hoisted around his waist.
„You want me on top," Chloe assumed breathily.
„Hell yeah I want you on top," Dean fell back on his knees and presumed kissing her anywhere he could reach.
She sank down in his lap and instead of dominating him, kissed him warmly. Dean crushed her in a hug, brows screwed together and surprised but thankful noises escaping him. As if she gave him a cake when he asked for a biscuit, as if she knew what made him happy better than he himself.
She sees everything. Understands everything.
She never stopped kissing him like that, not when their bodies were lowered on the soft mat, not when she kicked his pants down his legs, not until she asked for that condom.
Dean fumbled with the wrapping, breathing fast and cursing, while Chloe watched him with a growing smile on her face, distracting him with a sweet kiss here and there.
No I Love Yous are said, and yet the scene is so romantic it makes him want to cry.
The second their bodies united, they gave a weak moan.
„Oh, Dean," she commented on his size when she needed another try to take him in.
„Oh thank god, I was worried," he stroked the thighs straddling him. „Thought that maybe after, you know..."
„Mmmh, no way, the fullness, ah, AH, is still there..." She gave him a smile and another heart-throbbing kiss, even though it was hard to reach him now.
„Chloe..."
Chloe...
Up from the second floor gallery, the shapeshifter watched, still as a statue. His bald head glistened from the slime of his freshly finished transformation. His eyes were blue now, and pinned on Chloe, drinking in every detail of the way she made love.
Her climax was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in the fourty-eight years of his life.
Chloe.
So pure and lovely and radiant.
So graceful and understanding.
So perfect for me it's scary.
I love you.
Chloe.
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„Good morning," Chloe peeked in Leo's room after knocking. He quickly changed his pose to something sexier, bathrobe showing his pale lean chest.
„Amazing, you're completely... Well, Lex. We brought you breakfast," she let herself in, followed by the short speed boy. Leo's face fell.
She set the tray on the nightstand instead of putting it straight in his hands.
„It should have all the nutrition you need after last night. And these," she pointed to a box in the boy's hands and he rattled the contents before she slapped his shoulder scoldingly, „are some more documents and tapes for you. Did you get to browse any of the materials I gave you yesterday?"
„No, the transformation was pretty harsh, so I slept up until now," he lied.
„I thought so much," Chloe smiled.
„Could you go over the materials with me?"
„Sure! Meet me in the computer hall when you're ready."
Damn it! I bet there won't be much privacy either.
„Okay, I'll see you in a few."
„Great!" She turned around and hooked her arm with the shortie's as she left the room.
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As expected, since Leo arrived to Watchtower, Chloe was never alone with him.
When they were going through the lab files, the android worked on his computer in the exact same room.
When he asked her to have an early lunch with him, Sam Winchester suddenly got hungry, too.
After they ate, Chloe pulled out lab tapes and other videos of Lex Luthor. The android had to leave for his watch in Brazil and was replaced by Dean Winchester, pointedly cleaning his guns just a table away.
„You got the movements down, perfectly, there's just something about your voice that doesn't fit. Try saying: Yet again a wrong assumption, Miss Sullivan."
„Yet again a wrong assumption, Miss Sullivan," Leo did his best impression of the deceased billionaire.
„Colder. And more proud."
„Yet again a wrong assumption, Miss Sullivan."
„Try... Thinking you know the best answer to everything, so that every conversation is a boring waste of time. Be more high and mighty, okay?"
Leo looked over at one of her current boyfriends.
„Yet again, a wrong assumption. Miss Sullivan."
Chloe stared at him in silence for a second.
„Shut up, Lex!" she laughed, but he noticed her eyes were glistening.
„You look like you miss him talking to you like that," Leo was confused.
„Trust me, that was him at his best. I used to have a teeny weeny crush on him," she whispered with an air of nostalgia. „Back then, before he went all psycho and lethal."
„Did you ever kiss him?" Leo whispered back.
Dean cleared his throat.
Chloe just raised a finger. Once. She then pressed the finger to her lips.
Leo smiled dreamily. They shared a secret now. Awesome.
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That evening, they got him ready for his first jungle entering. As a panther bait, he wore as much armor under his expensive business suit as possible. Now that he talked like real Luthor used to, every JLA member was giving him ugly stares.
Except Chloe, of course.
„Don't forget your mosquito repellent!" She reminded him about the jungle insects.
„You wanna rub it in my back?" He winked at her.
„Oh that body part's safe, you should worry about your head and hands," she ignored his flirting.
Leo realized he needed much more time with her in order to maximize his chances...
But damn it, it took only two days to capture all the beasts. There was nothing he could do to drag the mission out. He tried closing his sweat ducts to stop smelling like Lex, he tried shifting his voice a little bit to sound differently without the team noticing, but the panthers kept coming and the JLA kept catching them.
It was the last night before his scheduled leave.
I need to stay here, stay here, more time... Leo hated that he had no hair to pull on, because that's what he usually did when frustrated. I could break my leg or do something immobilizing. No, they'd send me away. I could open the panthers' cages? I don't even know where they took them! I could get rid of the coordinator chick and offer my services! But I don't have enough computer skills.
Leo screamed in his pillow.
They won't keep me in the Watchtower a second longer than they have to. They don't trust me. I had to agree to have the part of my memory with their identities erased once we're done. Those Justice League clowns hate me.
I need to join the Hunters, make them need me. Offer myself to be demon bait, get attached to them somehow... Something...
Impossible. The Winchesters would rather shoot me between my eyes than have me tag along.
He scratched at his bald head until it bled.
I need to persuade Chloe to come with me. Yes! Away from Justice League, away from the Hunting! She would if I needed her help, if it was an emergency only she could help with... But what are her special skills anyway? I know she has some, but she hasn't told me yet! Dammit! And I told her I have no family, she knows I don't have anyone, so what emergency could I come up with?
I need her to go away with me.
I need her to go away with me...
Chloe !
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Dean woke up to an ugly headache, metal biting into his wrists and something stuffed in his mouth. It took him a minute to find his bearings; he was in the Watchtower computer room, cuffed to a steel railing at the bottom of one of the stairways, gagged by a black latex ball on a strap.
He wasn't very far from his still unconscious brother, whose mouth was silenced by a good old piece of duct tape. How come Sammy gets duct tape and Dean gets a disgusting sex toy? That Lacy Leo douchebag always had it out for Dean, he knew it!
„Oh god, she's coming! Alright, calm down. Be nice. Calm, nice, friendly, calm..."
And that would be the son of a fucking bitch himself, watching the security camera screens. Dean couldn't see him, but he noticed the voice didn't sound like Dead Loaded Bald Guy anymore.
He also realized he was sick to his stomach. How exactly did that bastard manage to knock all of them out?
The last thing Dean remembered was breakfast. Chloe had gone to have breakfast with Senator Kent, happy she got squeezed in her busy schedule. The witch and the goth chick packed some food and then left for a Right Blood convention or whatever... Sam and Dean had doughnuts... Each team member had something different (except for Bart, who ate a portion of everything), but everyone definitely had...
Milk. Huh, it didn't taste funny at all. Son of a bitch was good.
With his back towards the rest of the room, he had to crane his neck and strain his eyes so much it made his headache worse just to see anything. The anything was a knocked out Oliver Queen, chained to a pillar in a place that would give him the best view on the computer room once he woke up.
And through the hole between Sam's neck and the wall of the staircase, Dean caught a glimpse of Bart's signature shoes poking out from behind the other stairway, kicking in his probable attempts to get out of the bonds. It made sense that with Bart's metabolism, he would be the first one to wake up.
A few tugs on Dean's cuffs confirmed that nothing in Watchtower was half-assed; the railing wouldn't budge. However, his jerky movements slowly woke up Sam.
„Hhh-h," was all Dean could get out to get Sam's attention. He watched as the situation slowly dawned on Sam's groggy brain and then, they exchanged an intense look of What the fuck are we going to do?!
„Damn, they're waking up! Calm, Leo, calm calm calm..." The voice was familiar, but Dean never heard it in such a desperate whiny tone, so he couldn't really tell yet.
Watchtower's security system announced an arrived elevator and the hallway check-ups in progress.
„...Was an emergency... The only one, you're the only one who can help, Chloe..." The shifter practiced his speech while Sam went through the phases of tugging on the cuffs – looking around as much of the room as his position allowed him – trying to speak.
They heard the main door open.
„There was an emergency."
„What?" Chloe's heels stopped right after the first click.
Oh no. Chloe...
Hearing her voice made Dean's throat tighten with fear. He hadn't felt actual fear in a while, probably since Sammy's death.
„Hmmm huhahh mmm hnn!" He tried to warn her, joined by Sam and probably even Bart.
„There was an emergency," Leo tried to talk through the sound, „Something happened to a man who is practically family to me, only you can help!"
Chloe answered without a word by simply clicking further into the room, towards the muffled sounds, but was probably stopped by Leo's grasp on her arm.
„It's not what it looks like," his new voice pleaded with her.
„Of course it's not, Leo," a bit of uncertainty escaped her when she called the person in front of her by his name. „You're better than that," Dean could hear her smile nervously and then more clicks as she continued towards them.
„No, don't go there."
„It's okay, I'm listening to you," Chloe tried to cut the whole tragedy in the bud by ignoring the madness of the situation. „Tell me, Leo, why did you decide to change your form?"
She was almost there, almost at Oliver's side (definitely because she saw him first), when the shapeshifter roared:
„Stop walking! For Christ's sake stop walking, Chloe!"
And that was the unmistakable sound of a safety going off. Probably a revolver.
Dean held his breath.
No more steps from her heels. If he turned painfully to the left, he could see her hair. The curve of the staircase took up most of her body, though.
„I'm here, I'm here, Leo." She didn't seem to put her hands up at all.
„There – was – an emergency. I need your help, only you can help me, but the League wouldn't let you go with me so I had to... You know, I'm not gonna kill them or anything. It's just so we could talk."
„Ok. Tell me, Leo." How she managed to stay seemingly calm, Dean didn't know.
So the shapeshifter poured out all the bullshit about her joining him on his little road trip; he was gonna take her back he swore, this really turned out like a stupid movie sequence, he's a really nice guy who hates violence and if she just gave him a chance and got to know him better and FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.
And what if I don't come with you? And what if I come with you – what happens after that? Chloe asked him these questions and as his answers got more and more psychotic, instead of being scared she pointed it out to him.
„You think I don't know that?! You stand here, looking right into me with those understanding eyes of yours, and you can't see the most important part! I LOVE YOU, Chloe!"
Chloe's reaction was silence. Dean and Sam thrashed in their bonds symbolically, just to let her know they were there with her.
„...Do you know why I shifted, Chloe? I wanted to be someone you want. Someone you love but never had before. Lex, you... You had your time with Lex, but that has passed years ago, am I right? And the Winchesters, you can have them anytime, you know their bodies too well... And then I found him."
Dean gasped, almost choking on his gag.
Queen. It was Oliver Queen's voice.
„Your boss. You fight with him, you call him on his mistakes, you leave him for Hunting. But you seek his eyes over and over when you plan a mission. You made it a habit to take care of all his injuries, even if it's just a scratch. And you never tell him no when he asks you for something as silly and bellow you as handing over the popcorn or printing out an email. It's the little things that told me, Chloe. You have a crush on him."
There's an endless minute of silence.
Whatever strategy you choose, baby, please don't get yourself hurt.
„Of course I have a crush on him. I've had a crush on him since the first time I met him in that stupid barn."
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She's faking it, Sam kept reminding himself. He had witnessed Chloe's improvised acting a couple times before and he knew she could be really good. A fact that was apparently unknown to her billionaire boss, who woke up a minute ago and whose eyes were going to pop out of his skull.
Sam was cuffed to the very end of the stairway, so he could see much better than his brother. He considered it the worse of the options as soon as Chloe agreed to leave with the shapeshifter and he hugged her a little too passionately. That bastard pressed against her body and took a not so subtle sniff at her neck.
„What're you doing?" she chastised him, still trying to be in control.
„Sorry, I know, not gentlemanly, I was just, you know, happy you said yes... It'll be perfect, Chloe!"
„So, we pack, you set everyone free and we go?"
„Yeah, sure. I mean, I'll let the Justice League go."
„What about Sam and Dean?" Chloe froze.
Leo sighed, looked at her in a way that made Sam want to strangle him, closed the distance between them and cupped her face in his hands. That asshole probably thought it would make her trust him, when in fact Sam could see her body go even more rigid.
„Now, try to understand, Chloe. Think the way I think." He cooed as if she was his child or his animal, but definitely someone he possessed. „They're Hunters. They've killed shapeshifters before and they know all my weaknesses. The JLA have their hands full of work and honestly, I like what they're doing. But they underappreciate you, they don't deserve you and they'll probably stop looking for you quickly, am I right? Now the Winchesters are your boyfriends..."
„You want to kill them," Chloe whispered.
„No no no, not want. Have to. Please understand, Chloe, please..." His hands started roaming her body, massaging and squeezing and groping, his Oliver face planting kisses on her cheek.
Sam's blood ran cold.
„What'you doing?" she asked weakly.
„Trying to convince you... I know it's a big thing to ask of you, my love, but please..."
„I may need more of that convincing," she said, staring blankly across his shoulder.
Sam could hear the real Oliver whimper in his duct tape and Dean muffle curses in his gag. She's faking it.
„But not here. Not in front of them. In the Queen office," she stated in a lifeless voice, took his hand and led him out of their sight.
Sam kept his head painfully turned after them until he couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. Then he banged his head against the wall of the stairs to get the last image out. The image of Oliver Queen – Leonard McCarny – kissing Chloe in the doorway.
She's faking it.
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She came back ten minutes later. She had a scratch on her face. Her blouse was red with blood. The silver Queen Inc. letter opener was still in her hand, gripped tightly.
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