Story: Chemicals React
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: through 6x13, Crimson
Summary: My version of Crimson. After Lois kissed him, Clark was infected with red kryptonite, which removed his inhibitions. First stop? Star City!
“Lois!” Clark protested, as a scantily dressed Lois Lane dragged him into a phone booth at the Daily Planet. “What happened to you after I left last night?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice. What was going on here?
She was dangerously close to him. “I went home,” she pouted. “Alone.” She smiled seductively. “But,” she whispered, her lips close to his, “you know where I wanted to be.” And before he could protest, she kissed him.
Suddenly, he felt a change come over him. A part of his mind was screaming, “Clark . . . that lipstick was glowing. Kryptonite!” But the effects of the red k had already hit and Clark opened his eyes, which were now glowing red. Lois didn’t notice. Wow, did he feel free or what?
He pushed Lois away. Her eyes were widened with lust but he felt nothing towards the pretty brunette. She was a good kisser, sure, but this was not what he wanted. Images of a certain blonde billionaire were filling his mind. No longer would he have to watch from the sidelines; no more being jealous of Lois. The dreams that he had been having would soon become a reality.
“Clark,” Lois breathed, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, babe,” Clark purred, “That was fun. But I have places to be.” He gave her a quick kiss and he was gone. He heard her calling after him, but it was to no avail. He was a man on a mission.
Walking out of the Daily Planet, he headed home first. Glancing at the mirror, he frowned. What a dorky outfit. He looked through his wardrobe until he found what he was looking for. Perfect. Tight black jeans, a black top, and a leather jacket. He styled his hair with the gel he found and he was set.
Now he looked good. Oliver wouldn’t be able to resist. But where to go to find Oliver? Would he still be adventuring with Victor, Bart and AC? He remembered them saying something about an island off the Corto Maltese. But they were probably long gone.
Maybe he had headed back to Star City. Well, there was only one way to find out. What a beautiful day it was . . . for a fly. California must be lovely this time of year. Stepping out of his house, Clark found a nice empty place behind the barn. Then he took off.
Without the red k, he was terrified of heights but with his newfound confidence, flying was as natural as breathing. Upon seeing the Golden Gate Bridge, he knew he had arrived. It was hard ducking the planes and making sure he wasn’t seen by anyone. He may be more carefree but he wasn’t stupid.
He listened for the familiar pattern of Oliver’s heartbeat (which he would never admit aloud that he knew as well as his own) and followed the sound to his destination. Said destination ended up being a sprawling mansion.
Though he really wasn’t interested in using the normal approach, he rang the doorbell. If he was lucky, Oliver would answer.
It seemed that he was. The door swung open a minute later and he was face to face with one very surprised Oliver Queen. Boy did he look good. Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a long sleeved black shirt with gray sleeves, he was as gorgeous as ever.
“Hey Ollie,” he said, smirking. “Miss me?”
Oliver was clearly speechless. He looked Clark up and down, opening his mouth several times to speak but no words coming out.
“You going to stand there gaping or are you going to let me in?” Clark teased. “I know I’m hot but please, refrain from drooling.”
Wordless, Oliver moved out of the way, allowing Clark to pass by. Oliver closed the door and Clark followed him into the living room.
Regaining his voice, Oliver said, “Clark, this is a surprise. Have a seat.”
“And he speaks!” Clark exclaimed, laughing, while he sat down on one of the couches. “Thought you lost your voice there. You know, I was half expecting you to be out and about with the rest of your gang. Crime fighting taking a vacation?”
“Yeah,” Oliver replied. “We’re taking a short break. I had to come back to Star City for some business.” He hesitated for a second. “Clark, how exactly did you get here?”
“I flew,” Clark told him. And . . . silence. Flustering Oliver was fun. He loved finding ways to silence the other man. If all went well, he would soon be silencing him in a very different manner.
“You flew,” Oliver repeated.
“Is there an echo in here?” Clark joked. “Yes, I flew. Are you really that surprised?”
“Can you blame me?” Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve seen you do some pretty amazing things and I’ve witnessed other powers by other people. But flying?”
“Must be an alien thing,” Clark said flippantly. Oliver froze. “Yup, that’s me. Alien.” He stood up and walked behind Oliver’s chair. His breath hot on Oliver ear, he whispered, “You knew I wasn’t normal. You just didn’t know how far from normal I actually was.”
Backing away, he x-rayed the house to make sure nobody was around. As if reading his mind, Oliver said, “It’s just me here. I dismissed the servants for the day.”
Clark spun around and grinned, pleased. “So we’re all alone,” he murmured. “Interesting . . . very interesting.”
“Clark what’s going on?” Oliver demanded.
“Whatever do you mean Ollie?” Clark asked. An innocent question, yet said so deviously that it was anything but. Oliver was standing too and only a few feet away. Still too far, Clark thought, annoyed.
“You show up, with no warning at all,” Oliver pointed out, “Dressed like that, may I add. Then you’re acting completely different. Is everything okay with you?” God, why was he asking so many questions?
“Everything is fine,” Clark said, with a wave of his hand. “You once accused me of playing the martyr.” He came closer, invading Oliver’s personal space. “Maybe I’m sick of it; maybe I’m going for what I want, for once.”
He could hear Oliver’s heart pounding. “And what I want,” he purred, “is you.” Before Oliver could even reply, he kissed him and pulled away very quickly, leaving the kiss short and sweet.
Not how he imagined his first kiss with Oliver but it would do. The older man’s lips were as soft as they looked. Then Clark gave a half smile, seeing Oliver’s bewildered expression.
“That’s why I’m here Oliver,” Clark said softly. In a second, he was cool and calm again and heading toward the door.
“Wait, so you’re just going to leave?” Oliver wanted to know. “Kiss me and walk out?”
Clark laughed. “You don’t know what you want Oliver.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I’m giving you time to figure it out. But I do have better things to do than sit around here.” He paused. “Vegas isn’t too far is it?” He winked. “I wonder what the night clubs will be like. What’s the saying again? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Can’t wait to test that one out.”
Giving Oliver one last glance, he left the house. He heard footsteps following him but he was already in the air. About 100 feet up, he looked down and saw Oliver watching him. He waved and turned around, flying off without a backwards glance.
If he knew Oliver like he thought he did, the other man would soon be following. Tonight would be their night. But for now, Clark was in the mood for a game. Come find me Ollie, he challenged silently, and you’ll be in for one hell of a surprise.
Vegas was everything Clark expected it to be. He had his fake ID all ready. Kal was back and ready to party. This particular club was called Fire N’ Ice and it was the third one he’d been to that night. He had tried one club, then grabbed dinner when he got hungry and had gone to another one. On the way out, he heard a group of girls mentioning this place and decided to check it out. He figured he would hang out for a while, dance with a few more girls (and guys) and head out. This was not going to be easy for Oliver. Where would the fun be in that?
He approached the bar . . . a female bartender. And she was gorgeous. Long blondish brown hair and hazel eyes with a killer figure. He gave her a flirty smile.
“What can I get you?” she questioned.
“What do you recommend?” he asked, giving her a smile.
“A guy like you?” she looked him over. “I would think you could handle anything. But I’ll make you something special.” She turned back to the bar and Clark smiled to himself.
“What’s your name anyway?” she asked. “You’re too good looking to be hanging around by yourself.”
“Name’s Kal,” he said. “Never been to Vegas before- thought I should check out the scene.” He gave her a blatant once over. “Looks like I got lucky with this one; don’t know how other clubs are going to compare now that I’ve seen you. Do you have a name to go with that pretty face?”
But she didn’t seem the type to get flustered easily; he liked that. “Name’s Kristin.” But she was interested; he could tell. She handed him his drink . . . it was red, very nice. Took a sip . . . delicious. It was a tropical blend but whatever she put in there gave the drink an extra kick. She was watching him expectantly.
“Very good,” he complimented her. “What’s this made of?”
“Secret recipe,” she said, with a tease of a smile forming on her face.
“So when do you get off of work?” He asked casually. “Do they give you breaks in this joint?”
“In a couple of hours,” she said, leaning forward over the bar that separated them. “If you stick around, I may let you dance with me.”
“If I’m still around then,” he promised. “I’ll definitely be looking forward to it.” He lifted his glass. “What do I owe you?”
“It’s on the house,” she said. With that, she walked off, seeing another customer. Sipping his drink, he looked around, seeing if there was anyone interesting to dance with. He sighed, disappointed.
What was taking Oliver so long anyway? Did he decide not to come after him after all? Clark shook his head . . . ridiculous. He had seen the expression in the blonde’s eyes. He wanted him . . . and who could blame him?
Other than the pretty bartender, this club was a waste. He stood up, ready to leave, shooting one glance at Kristin. Maybe he’d come back later and get his dance. But for now, time to find a new place.
Glancing at his watch, he saw it was only a little past 9. He stretched and got up. Turning around, he was shocked at who he was faced with.
“You look like you’re having fun,” Oliver drawled. Seeing Clark’s stunned look, he added, “Miss me?”
Clark was quick to gain his composure back. “Sure, took you long enough.” It had been worth the wait though. Oliver looked sexy, dressed for the clubs for sure. Leather pants, a grey shirt and a long jacket made him irresistible. Every man and woman he had danced with so far faded away in comparison.
“Seems you’ve been busy,” Oliver commented.
“Yeah,” Clark shrugged, “I have. Now, if you don’t mind, I plan to get busy somewhere else. Catch you later.” But Oliver was quick; he grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving.
“Cute Oliver,” Clark said. “But you know that you really can’t stop me.”
“Hey Kal.” He turned to see Kristin coming back. “That guy giving you any problems?”
“Nah,” he said. “I know this guy; nothing I can’t deal with.” He gave her a blinding smile. “Thanks Kristin.”
“No problem,” she said, leaving again. Oliver dropped his hand.
“Kristin?” Oliver looked amused. “Been making friends?”
“I can’t help it if people are naturally drawn to me,” Clark said haughtily.
“Oh, I don’t blame them,” Oliver agreed, smirking. That smirk. Clark couldn’t imitate if he tried and he had tried.
“So,” Oliver stated, “If you’re getting out of here, why don’t you come with me? We can cruise the Vegas scene together.”
Clark tipped his head, as if he was considering the offer. “Sure why not? Lead the way.”
Sleepy eyes opened against the harsh daylight and Clark looked around his eyes slowly coming into focus. Spacious with white walls and expensive paintings. This was definitely not his bedroom. Confusion seeped into his very being as he realized that he was naked . . . naked in a strange room.
He shifted a little and heard a moan from next to him. Oh no, were the first words to flash into his mind. Peeking under the covers, his heart stopped. Because lying next to him was one Oliver Queen, who seemed to be equally naked.
Gingerly, he got up and put on his clothes, to make sure he didn’t wake the other man. Stay calm, Clark, he told himself, don’t freak out until you know what’s going on. He looked out the window and saw that he didn’t recognize the area at all. The sun was shining and he saw a river with a beautiful bridge. The architecture was lovely. If he didn’t know better, he would think they were in Europe.
His eyes widened. Europe. Flashbacks hit him hard as he remembered what had happened over the past day. To make sure he hadn’t been dreaming it all, he glanced at his hand. Yes, there was now a platinum ring adorning his left hand.
He hadn’t imagined it; he now knew exactly where he was. Venice, Italy. On his honeymoon. Because over the past day, under the influence of red kryptonite, Clark had gotten married- to Oliver. Now how was he going to explain this one?
A/N: So hope you liked the first chapter! There will be more to come! Let me know what you think! :)