Chapter Three: Call me Kal

Despite her fears for Clark, Lois managed to convince Martha to keep the appointment in Topeka, citing that while her staff could afford to be absent, the Senator herself could not. Promising Martha she’d do everything possible to locate Clark, Lois began the tedious job of telephone tag, calling everyone she could possibly think of for some clue to finding out what had happened to Clark after he left her place that night.

Meanwhile Chloe was using the resources at the Daily Planet to learn if perhaps Clark had taken off unexpectedly to deal with a Zoner. Lois wasn’t entirely filled in on the whole Zoner issue and how it related to Clark but according to Chloe, it was the only thing that might explain why he would leave so abruptly without giving any leave about his departure. As the morning slipped into afternoon, Lois had started to get desperate, having left a message for Ollie at Star City, just in case. He and Clark had been friends when Ollie lived in Metropolis so it was possible that Clark might have turned to him if there was a crisis.

However, Oliver’s private number did not pick up and Lois assumed he was probably jetting across the world somewhere on a business trip.

Lois was actually considering calling Lana when she heard the back door open from the living room of the Kent house.

Hanging up the phone and looking over the top of the comfortable sofa, Lois let out a sigh of relief when she saw Clark step through the door.

“Smallville!” Lois exclaimed as she met him in the kitchen, throwing her arms around him in relief that no harm had come to him. “Thank God, you’re okay. Where have you been? Your mom said you didn’t come home last night…”

“Hey,” Kal said wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her hips firmly against his, “its okay, I had things to do.”

“Things?” Lois stared at him. “What things?” She demanded, unable to believe he could be so blasé about it. “You’ve been gone all night!”

“You don’t have to worry Lois,” Kal said eyeing her down, taking in how good she looked in the suit she was wearing. “You know nothing can hurt me,” he smiled lifting her chin up as he kissed her.

“Clark…” Lois tried to speak but opening her mouth only invited him to kiss her harder, until he was driving his tongue past her lips and walking her to the edge of the kitchen table, all the while his large hands ensuring she didn’t get the chance to put any distance between them.

“Shh…” he said puling away long enough to meet her gaze with flecks of gold glistening with mischief in his blue eyes. “I’m here now Lois,” he said huskily. “And we’ve got the house to ourselves.”

“Are you crazy?” Lois balked, trying to pull away from him but it was a futile gesture, “you disappear all night, no explanation and now you come home and want to do it? What happened to waiting and getting to know each other?” She was trying to make sense of his behavior when she noticed what he was wearing.

Gone was the plaid. Every stitch of clothing on him was not only designer label but expensive, far more than she knew he could afford, Martha being a Senator not withstanding. Furthermore, Clark was never one for labels or for that matter, fashion. He was at heart a farm boy and she rather liked him that way. Although he looked utterly devastating in these new clothes, the leather jacket, expensive sun glasses in the pocket of his silk shirt was just not him. What was going on?

”Waiting is for losers,” he gave her a look of impatience and promptly lifted her up and sat her on the edge of table. His hands were already unbuttoning the front of her jacket. “I don’t want to wait any more Lois.” He parted her legs and placed himself between them before claiming her mouth again. He plied her with hard, demanding kisses, sucking and nibbling her bottom lip before sliding his tongue past her teeth, exploring the sweet cavern of her mouth and drawing her unwittingly into this dance of dark lust.

Trying hard to maintain her composure, a difficult thing to do when he was kissing her with like this, Lois struggled to keep her thoughts from fragmenting with tantalizing whisper of black desire in her ears. Clark was grinding into her, until she could feel him through the fabric of her clothes, hard and absolute. He had touched her before but never like this. There was an edge to it, sharp like a knife, drawing blood which each surge of pleasure she felt.

It was like she was drowning in it.

“Smallville…” she spoke, trying once more to grab hold of something tangible, to keep her anchored to the shore of reason. This wasn’t right and somewhere, beneath the need for him, beneath the unbelievable sexuality he was pressing down on her like a great weight, Lois knew something was wrong.

“God I want to fuck you Lois,” his answer was a growl down her throat. “I want to fuck the smug right out of you. I want the only thing to come out of your mouth is you screaming my name when you’re coming around me.”

Oh Christ, she thought feeling the ropes that kept her to shore snap with those raunchy words. She couldn’t ever remember ever hearing anything so sexy in her life despite how brutal it sounded, despite how not Clark it was.

Buttons came apart with his impatience and Lois felt the warm air of the afternoon brush over her shoulders like a lover’s whisper before his hands were caressing the soft skin of her arms. There was still a bit of fight left in her because she was Lois Lane and no matter what she felt about Clark, there was an inherent need for her to never quite say die unless she could avoid it. In storm of moths that was in her head, Lois felt the need to resist.

Kal could feel her resistance beginning to wane. He wasn’t surprised by this at all. Despite her protests, her claims of independence, he knew she wanted to relinquish control especially when it came to sex. Fiercely aggressive, the need to make her surrender completely to him was almost as powerful as his need to own her flesh. Unlike Lana, Lois did not need flowery words or weak displays of honesty. Stripped down bare, Lois was the very essence of primeval female instinct, driven to mate with the strongest of the pack.

“Clark…” she tried once more, really she did even though his mouth had left her lips and was sliding down her neck. She didn’t have her jacket anymore and a less than a second later, she heard the rip of a t-shirt and the bra beneath, give way to Kryptonian strength. Turned on and hating herself for it, Lois saw him grinning at her before his head dipped and she was running her fingers through his dark hair when that beautiful mouth enclosed the tight bud of a rosebud colored nipple.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, feeling him bite and tease. The tip of his tongue washed the hardened skin after each sharp bite, alternating between sharp pain and soothing pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulder, suddenly gripped by the need to feel skin. Somewhere she heard her shoe drop to the floor from her bent foot. She heard the slow shift of leather as he freed himself of his jacket and then his shirt, not even bothering with buttons. As soon as she saw his flesh bare, Lois was dragging her nails down his bare back, trying to hurt him with the same mixture of pleasure and pain.

Continuing to bite and lick, Kal played a devastating game of foreplay on the fiery Miss Lane who was coming apart at the seams now that the right amount of pressure was applied. Enhanced senses drank in the scent of her arousal, the moist heat that was wafting in the air, escaping through the dampening patch between her legs. He was fully erect and digging into the core of her through thin layers of cloth, pushing and driving deeper between her legs.

Near senseless now, Lois abandoned the battle she had been trying so hard to win but what he was doing to her was beyond description, beyond the ability of any sane person to withstand. Oh she had wanted Clark so much before this; respecting his desire to take it slow but Lois found it hard to be slow about anything so physical, especially when he was so beautiful. The word Adonis had been made for Clark Kent but until now, she never really understood how much it suited him. His large hand was squeezing the breast not in his mouth with hard, unrepentant caresses, Lois closed her eyes and simply wallowed in the mire of her lust, no longer able to do anything but cry out his name.

“Oh God Clark…” she hissed as he bit down again.

Suddenly, he stiffened if only of a fraction of a second. His entire being seemed to pause and Lois was about to ask what was wrong when he withdrew both hand and mouth. Her eyes flew open to question this but she didn’t have the chance to say the word as he flipped her onto her stomach like he was turning a read page of a book. Her chin bumped on the wooden surface when she heard more tearing and knew that her suit was completely ruined now.

Naked at Martha Kent’s kitchen table, Lois couldn’t even begin to imagine how forbidden this was.

She looked over her shoulder, through the tangle of dark hair in question when she saw his eyes. For a moment, he looked almost like he hated her. Lois wanted to ask what she had done but the question died on her lips when she was roughly penetrated by a finger that buried itself inside her all the way to the knuckle. Throwing her head back with a languid moan, she was held steady by the hip as he pumped one finger and then two, steadily into her body, using the damp he had so carefully cultivated to slide as deeply into her as he could.

That shut her up, he thought with a smirk and continued to finger her, giving her clit just enough attention so that she was pushing back into his hand, riding his digits for every ounce of pleasure they could make her feel. Her back was starting to glisten with moisture and her scent, oh hell, that heady mixture of sweat, perfume and feminine juices sent a jolt straight through his body and right up his cock.

This is what he had been craving for God only knows how long. Why on Earth hadn’t he taken Lois this way long before now? Or for that matter, Lana? This stupid foolish fear he felt about hurting them when in truth, they wanted to be hurt.

“Say my name Lois,” he breathed into her ear as he leaned over her, his fingers still continuing its sensuous assault. “Say my name.”

“Cl….” She started to say and Kal shoved even harder, breaking the word in her throat.

“Not Clark,” he growled with a hint of menace. “Kal.”

“What….” She stammered, trying to regain some control despite the pleasure he was making her experience, the one that was pushing so closer to the edge.

“Say my name,” he repeated. “Kal.”

”I don’t understand…” she breathed, confused now.

His anger mounted and his fingers deftly undid the zipper of his pants. Heavy and erect, his freed cock slapped lightly against the smooth skin of her ass. However, gentle was not in the cards.

“My name Lois,” he ordered. “Say Kal.”

“Your name isn’t Kal,” she nearly sobbed from the cessation of his hand. “Its…!”

His response was to drive himself all the way to the balls between the wet of her legs, giving no warning. Lois let out a sharp cry of pain and pleasure as he wrapped his hands around her hip and began pumping into her relentlessly. Her muscles were clenching in protest, surprised by the sudden intrusion but the raw sexuality of his penetration went a long way to feeding her arousal. She could feel the bruises beginning to form across her skin and knew that she would be wearing welts everywhere but Lois didn’t care, she just didn’t want him to stop.

And she was willing to say anything.

“Say my name,” he said hoarsely, eyes clouding over in how good she felt, especially when she had been so unprepared at first. “Say my name and I’ll do this to you all night…”

The pleasure of it. Oh God, the pleasure of it, she couldn’t refuse him, not when he was fucking her like this. Lois was pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts, until they were slamming into each other. She was biting down on a knuckle from the force of him but she couldn’t say it. Something inside her wouldn’t just yet. Lois wasn’t quite there yet.

“SAY IT!” He demanded and rode her even harder.

Grabbing her hair, he pulled her back against his sweat slicked chest and captured her mouth in a deep, open mouthed kiss. A hand wrapped around her breast as he continued to thrust, feeling the climax he had not been able to share with anyone for almost a year building up to its conclusion. But not yet, not before he heard his name on her lips. From her breast, his hand slid down the contours of her fine, made for fucking sinful body, before finding her clit through the mass of short, damp curls between her legs.

“Are you close baby?” he whispered in her ear, his voice was wet with lust.

“Yes,” she almost sobbed. “God yes..”

“Then say my name and I’ll take you the rest of the way,” his voice became husky, tender even. “Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll make you come all night.”

“Oh god yes,” Lois finally broke, unable to withstand the barrage of mouth, fingers and cock upon her senses. “Yes, oh please….oh please make me come…please…..”

“Please what, ” he teased, sensing triumph in her surrender.

“Kal! Make me come Kal!” She gasped, crying as he increased his thrust, pistoning in an out of her until she knew nothing else, couldn’t take any more and splintered into a thousand fragments of broken will.

Kal smiled and pulled out then, turning her around and extracting another sob of disappointment as he blew everything off the table in one puff of breath. Plates, table cloth and cutlery landed noisily on the floor as Kal attacked her mouth again, lifting Lois up easily and returning her to the table top. This time, he joined her, hovering over, wanting to see her eyes when she finally surrendered to him.

Lois was disorientated, not just from the sex but also from what was going on. This was Clark and it wasn’t Clark. Who the fuck was Kal? She wanted to ask him that but the question was driven away by his cock slamming into her body again. Arching over the table as he buried himself all the way in, tender was obviously not in his vocabulary. He pulled almost all the way out and dove in again, repeating this torturous exercise until Lois’ muscles were clenching at him hard like a lover’s desperate embrace, trying to keep him inside her.

In perfect control, Kal fucked Lois on the kitchen table, watching her face as she gave in to the pleasure he was making her feel. He used the cruder terminology because no other word would fit. This wasn’t love making, this was him possessing the woman that belonged to him, to give her something else that would ensure she go to no one else without always wanting him and this. Not like Lana, who could discard him so easily and go with Lex. No, he would do to Lois what he should have done with dear sweet, fragile Lana.

Lois he would not lose, ever.

“Come for me Lois,” he said in commanding tone because this was a woman who knew how to obey orders despite her mouth.

Hating herself for it because she was so very close, that husky demand sliced away the last bit of dignity she had left and Lois felt herself tipping over the edge into a blackness she couldn’t even begin to concede.

“KALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!” She screamed his name and as Lois Lane felt him explode inside her, spilling his seed into the core of her, somewhere even more remote was the horrible, horrible realization that she had made the worst mistake of her life.

This was Kal.

Clark was never in the room.

PART FOUR