Title: Breaking Chloe Sullivan

Summary: Her strength is intriguing him, her fire captivating him, but can she survive his interest? Lex decides it's time to find out, what exactly will it take to break Chloe Sullivan?

Shipping: Chlark Chlex mostly Chlark

Major Characters: Chloe Clark Lex

Author's Note: Okay so this chapter is rated Mature! WARNING! This chapter is rated Mature. I hope you guys like it.

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Previously:

Chloe

He lifted her chin with his fingers and he pressed into her. But now she welcomed the feeling, the closeness. Because he knew. "I know you Chloe," he said again. And she believed him. Because she knew he was damaged, knew he'd been dragged down into dark depths by terrible things. Just like her.

Clark

Lex

All these contradictions. She was different but she was the same. He had wanted to change her but he had been obsessed with the way she had been. He wanted to break her but he wanted her to keep that fire. He wanted so badly to have to fight for it, he didn't want her to just roll over for him. For her to defy his every move, for her to stand back up every time he knocked her down… it would prove she had to be the one. The one who could survive him.

Ch. 14 Control

"I know you Chloe." Her skin was smooth beneath his fingers, her body warm against his own. He had waited a decade for this chance. For this chance to run his fingers through her hair and over her skin. For the chance to feel her body melt into his. For the chance to have her look at him this way, when she knew that they were the same creature, both plagued by demons too terrible to see the light.

He leaned in slowly, giving her every opportunity to pull away. But he knew she wouldn't, wasn't sure he'd let her if she tried. And then finally, finally, his lips met hers. It was the briefest contact but it was all he could take. Pushing her back against the wall he forced her mouth open with his tongue, tasting her hurt and her pain. But her hands clutched at him, and her lips moved with his. She wanted this. Wanted him. He'd known all along she did.

Lex was pulling up her dress, running his hands over her legs, kissing her collarbone. When his fingers were almost there she pushed him away. "Lex!"

Only inches from her, he was close enough to feel her warmth, to smell her heady scent, and it was calling to him. Those soft lips were begging him, and her eyes were asking if he would, if he could, take her pain away. She was just scared, and he needed to help her. "Chloe… let me do this for you. I've wanted to help you for so long… just let me do this Chloe."

His voice was soft, persuasive. Chloe nodded slightly, and that was all Lex needed. His lips met hers with a fierceness that left Chloe stunned. Then he was pulling her dress up again, and trailing his lips down the side of her neck. Shivers of pleasure raced through her and she gripped his shoulders, fingernails scraping against expensive silk. Teeth sinking into her delicate skin elicited a soft gasp from her throat and her head fell back. Completely and utterly lost to the sensations, Chloe was helpless to resist as Lex rubbed his thumb over her breast.

"I can make you feel good Chloe, if you'll just let me…"

She felt his hand there first, just enough pressure to make her yearn for more, beg for more. Moaning softly, Chloe couldn't help but arch into him, she bit her lip, unable to do anything but respond to the way he was playing her body like a fiddle. One hand lifted her leg and curled it around his waist, the other caused her to swear loudly as his fingers entered her in one mind-numbing move. He drove her higher and higher, almost to her breaking point, and he could tell, from the look on her face, that she was loving it. But he couldn't resist any longer, and he released Chloe to quickly reach for a condom and unbutton his pants, sliding them down to pool around his ankles. Chloe sagged against the wall, too weak to hold herself up.

Lex picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He slammed her into the wall, and then nipped her neck gently, because he needed her weak. Responding to his skillful touch, Chloe's legs almost gave out and let go of him. He traced the curve of her ear with his tongue, tasted the skin in the hollow of her neck, and the soft skin of her small shoulder.

And when his kisses had her moaning, he went fast and hard, pushing deep. When it was over she sagged against him, trembling. Their loud breathing filled the small room and Lex felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing he had finally conquered her completely. He pressed his lips to her neck and tried to gently capture her lips again. But she pushed him away and he found it was the worst feeling in the world to not be inside her, to not feel her warmth surround him, burning away the numbness and the cold.

"Stop." For a second Lex hesitated, unsure of himself. This was unexpected, she was supposed to be his now. A feeling rather like admiration rose to the surface of his consciousness and Lex tried unsuccessfully to banish it from his mind.

"Chloe-"

"Stop Lex. Just stop. You don't have to placate me with gentle kisses and promises of love. I know what this was okay? I'm not a child anymore!" Her voice was ice and Lex reached down to pull his pants up as Chloe readjusted her dress.

"Aren't you playing dress up?"

"Don't you fucking dare patronize me Lex. I know you better than anyone. How long have you been planning that? How long have you been fantasizing controlling me like that? The one aspect of your life you have no power over?"

Lex paused, unsure as to whether she was right or wrong. She had no idea how much control he had over her life, over the things she had been put through, over what she didn't remember. That aspect was under his power, subject to his every whim. But it was her. He had yet to control her. She still retained the ability to surprise him, to take his well thought out plans and throw them back in his face when she was the frustrating piece that refused to fit into his puzzle, to act how he wanted her to.

"Well? How long?" She was in a classic Chloe pose with her hands on her hips and her eyes expecting an answer. Lex smirked at her, already loving this new aspect of the game, already planning his next move.

"Quite a while actually."

"Well congratulations Lex, you had me for a few moments. But those are over. Make sure you remember that I am not one of your play things. If you ever tell anyone about this, or about me, I will spend every second until my dying breath working to bring you down, no matter what it takes."

"Chloe don't forget who I am," Lex said, adding a quiet menace to his voice.

But she didn't even pause, "Oh I know Lex, and that should frighten you."

He couldn't help but take a step towards her again, and she responded by pressing back into the wall behind her. Not as if she was intimidated by him, but as if she was remembering what they had done and didn't want the closeness of his body to remind her. She shouldn't have done it though, because now he knew how affected she had been by it. Her regret would only drag her down deeper, there were so many ways he could use it.

Reaching a hand out, he gently touched her face. "I might surprise you Chloe."

To his horror there was a note of sincerity in his voice and he felt this deep need inside himself to have her believe him. He had wanted her to enter into the dark with him and not be terrified of it, but instead find a home in it with him. For her to be repulsed by it still had triggered this response he had never felt before. Lex wanted to have her approval. He wanted her to smile at him again, to talk without these threats and be comfortable in his presence. He wanted her to trust him again.

"Lex…" For one second of eternity time stood still and the look in her eyes made hope swell his heart.

But then it was gone.

"Lex get out of my way. I'm leaving."

He stood aside and she was careful not to brush past him as she left, the door slamming behind her. And then everything was silent. It lasted for a long moment and then his thoughts began to drown out the quiet.

What was that Lex? Come on, she was supposed to be yours now! What were you thinking?

Approval? Why had that thought even entered his mind? He didn't need her approval. He needed her obedience, he needed her loyalty, he needed her to require his approval. It was just a moment of weakness but if she had seen it he was in trouble. Most likely she had thought it was a ploy and this would work to his advantage.

At least he had had her for that short while. For those minutes when she had clung to him and needed him so desperately she had practically begged. But it wasn't enough. The confusion and the self-revulsion Lex was feeling began to fade. It was easier for him to dismiss those feelings he despised as weakness and allow the ones he wanted to come to the surface. So he banished the thought that he needed her approval, forgot about how he needed her to need him, and forced the idea out of his head that he just needed her.

Instead he took the need he felt to control her, the need he had to hold all the power, and the very basic feeling of lust that made his insides turn to fire. He allowed them to overpower him.

And all he had left was this desperate craving for more.

More of her skin, of her lips, of her warmth. He had to control her, he had to make her need him again. If he could make her want him like he wanted her, if he could bring her to where he was, then she would have no choice but to stay with him. Once she was with him in the dark by her choice, even if only for a moment, her own self-sacrificing tendencies would prevent her from returning to the light and contaminating it. She would never be able to go back to Clark.

She would have to stay with him.

Chloe walked home in a daze, not even realizing that her feet were acquiring blisters that would hurt for days. People passed her by, some of them staring at her because she was so elegantly dressed. The night was becoming colder and she regretted not having a coat. Her fingers were beginning to hurt from the cold.

But all of this she registered on a lower level of her conscious mind. Because the only thing she could think about was the movie replaying in her mind. This never-ending nightmare of what she did with Lex. Not what he did to her. No. She had consented. She had wanted it. And this was why it was torturing her.

His hands holding her, his body pressing against hers, the warmth of his mouth on her skin, the feeling of his tongue in her mouth… God she had wanted him. She had grabbed at him and tried to bring him closer, she had moaned his name and had almost begged him to take her. She was so tired of thinking about things, all she had wanted was to do something she wanted to do when she wanted to do it, and not think about the reasons or the complications that would result from it. She had wanted him to make her lose control. And he had.

Maybe it was because Lex's touch was so different than his. Lex had grabbed her, he had wanted her badly enough that he had lost control, nothing about his touch indicated that he was toying with her. Everything he had done was direct and forceful, no games, no teasing, just simple physical need. When he was touching her like that she couldn't think about anything else except what he was doing and what she wanted him to do next. It had been nice in a way, at the time. Simple. Easy.

But it was never like that with Lex. Everything was a means to an end. There had to be some reason behind it all, something he was getting out of it besides just her body. It had to be about the control, and she refused to be somebody who cowered in a corner and gave in to whatever Lex wanted. Didn't you do that already?

No. No. She didn't give in to him. It was her choice. It was her decision. Oh my God. What had she done? How could she have let him take her that way? He had done so many terrible and awful things, and she just went and had sex with him anyways. She hadn't even made him work for it. She'd just given in, like some poor slut who needed the attention of men to feel like she was worth anything. That's what she was. A slut. A whore.

Again and again. She felt him against her, on her, in her. And each time the memory replayed her self-hatred grew a little more. How could you do that? She hadn't seen him in ten years, and all it took was a little attention to make her hike up her skirts. Well, no. He did that.

Walking into her building she went straight to the elevator, pressing the button for her floor and standing there like a zombie. Her body felt sore as she walked to the end of the hall and pulled out her key to open the door to her apartment. Everything felt alien to her now. As if she didn't recognize herself or know how to move in her own body. Dropping her purse on the counter she went to bathroom, and forced herself to look in the mirror.

She didn't recognize the woman staring back blankly from the cold reflective surface.

How could she have done that?

Clark sat in his hotel room, drumming his fingers on the counter top and staring at his open cell phone. Chloe hadn't come into work today. She never missed work. Ever. He'd gone to Perry and found out that she had covered the opening for the new LutherCorp Pegasus Foundation. Which meant Lex had been there. Had he recognized her? What had happened? Chloe wouldn't answer her phone, and it took him all of ten seconds to snatch his up and race out the door at supersonic speed.

A minute later he was at her apartment, and after x-raying it to see her inside he decided to announce his presence. "Chloe!" Clark pounded on the door. "Chloe! I know you're in there! Open the door! Chloe what's wrong? Chloe! Open the damn door!" This was getting him nowhere and he was itching to just break down the door. It would be so easy, and then he would be in. But then there'd be that whole explaining the super-powers problem. "Chloe," he said more softly. "Chloe please open the door. Please." There was a soft click of the door unlocking, and Clark opened the door slowly.

"Chloe?" Clark walked in, shutting the door behind him. Chloe was going over to the couch, her steps were slow, her bare feet silent on the floor. He watched her walk, watched her sit down heavily on the couch, and watched her put her head in her hands. He heard the breath leave her body in an enormous sigh and watched her sag into the couch, as if she was disappearing into the cushions. And that was all he could take.

"God Chloe." He went over and sat down next to her, but he couldn't touch her. He wanted to. But he couldn't. She wouldn't look at him, she didn't move at all, it was almost like she wasn't even breathing. But that wasn't why he was terrified to touch her. It was because of her face. It wasn't broken, that he could have handled, that he had seen before. But this expression… he had no idea what to do with this.

It wasn't broken. Broken can be fixed, the pieces can be put back together. She wasn't crying, but this was even worse. It was like all her tears had been drained out of her, and she had no energy left to make more or to let them out. It was almost as if she was about to hurtle into an abyss that he wouldn't be able to pull her back out of. If he touched her she might fall… What had happened?

"Chloe?" His voice was so quiet that he almost didn't hear it himself. She turned to look at him and opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. And then he wrapped her in his arms and she folded into him until it was like she wasn't even there. So he held her tighter, determined to make her real.

When he finally let her go he didn't take his hands off her shoulders. The physical touch reassured him that she was still there. "What happened Chloe?" At first he didn't think she heard him, because there was nothing registering on her face. But then she pulled away.

"I don't want to talk about it Clark." She turned away from him and his hands fell off of her. He opened his mouth to protest but when he saw her face, so empty and hollow, he decided against it.

Clark looked around, noticing that for once all of the lights in the apartment weren't burning brightly, illuminating every corner and dark space. He saw that there weren't any dishes in the sink and he knew there wasn't any food in the fridge. Looking back at Chloe he noticed how her skin was paler than usual, and with her leaning forward he could see the ridges of her backbone against the fabric of her tank top. Her sweatpants looked like they were about to fall off her small hips.

"Chloe when was the last time you ate?"

"What?"

"When was the last time you ate? Like food?" It took a second for her blank look to register his question.

"Umm… yesterday… morning maybe. I think I had a cup of coffee before work."

"That settles it." Clark got up and went over to kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"I am looking for food." He looked in the cupboards and the freezer and the fridge. Holding up a block of molding cheese he looked at her. "Seriously Chloe?"

"Hey you know I don't eat here a lot. And I don't like to cook."

"Well we'll just have to order in then. Pizza or Chinese?"

"I don't care."

"Pizza it is then." Clark pulled out his phone and started to dial the number.

"Clark."

"Hi, yes I'd like two large pizzas one supreme and one with just extra cheese and bacon. Chloe what do you want to drink?" He looked at her but she just shrugged. "Two two liters of Coke please." After listing off her address Clark went over to the entertainment center and started browsing through her movies.

"Clark."

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to do this." Clark turned and looked back at her, curled up into a ball with her knees up under her chin. He'd never seen her look so small and helpless.

"Yes I do."

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