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Here is another chapter of my fic. Please read and review!

Story: Chemicals React (title thanks to boltgirl426)
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Rating: R
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!
Previous Chapters: Here

Chapter 2

“Nice ride,” Clark commented. Nice was putting it mildly. A dark red Aston Martin V12 Vanquish was waiting for them. Red . . . he did love the color.

“Glad you approve,” Oliver shot back. He opened the passenger door and Clark slid in. Oliver had found him; he would concede him this small victory, allowing to be driven somewhere. But the game was hardly over.

“What a gentleman,” Clark said sarcastically.

“You know me,” Oliver joked, getting in the driver’s seat. Starting the car, he looked over at Clark. “Where to first?”

“Surprise me,” Clark challenged.

He did. Oliver managed to get them into one of the hottest clubs in Vegas with no problem. When they entered, everyone’s eyes were on them . . . he liked the attention. But Oliver did not appreciate others staring at him, because when he caught the looks, he immediately put a possessive arm around Clark.

Hmm . . . so Oliver Queen had a jealous streak, now did he? He certainly wasn’t going to be tied down. Oliver may be sex on legs but there was no way he was going to control Clark. At least not yet.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Oliver whispered into his ear.

“You do that,” Clark told him, already checking out the dance floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Oliver heading toward the bar.

“Hey gorgeous,” a voice came from behind. A woman walked in front of him and smiled. 5’9”, black hair, vibrant blue eyes . . . and those eyes were currently checking him out.

“What are you doing, standing here all alone?” she asked, placing a hand on his chest.

“Waiting for a lovely woman like you to come along,” Clark responded. “Looks like I got lucky, didn’t have to wait long.”

“What about the blonde you came in with?” she asked, coy, “Hate to think a looker like you plays for the other team.”

“I play for both teams,” he assured her. “He was my ride here- we’re not attached at the hip or anything.”

She came closer. “Good to hear it. Why don’t you come and dance with me and couple of my friends?”

“I’d love to,” Clark said, following her onto the floor.

“Name’s Julie,” she called over her shoulder.

“Kal,” he called back. Next thing he knew, he was in the center of a large group, between two women who were rubbing against him. Not a bad place to be at all.

“Excuse me,” a voice that he only knew too well said. Then he was being pulled out of the group.

“Awww,” the group protested as he left.

“Don’t worry,” he said, with a wink. “I’ll be back.”

“Not likely,” Oliver’s breath was hot against his ear. He allowed Oliver to drag him to an emptier spot on the floor. “I leave for one second and you’ve already found other company?”

“Now, now Ollie,” he said lightly. “You don’t want to come off as jealous, do you?”

Oliver gave him a hard stare and suddenly smiled wickedly. “Oh, I’m not jealous.” He pressed their bodies together and moved with the music, causing Clark to move as well. “I am much better than anything those girls could give you.”

Clark ground his hips against Oliver. “That you are.”

Oliver gave him a predatory grin and pulled them closer, which Clark hadn’t believed to be possible. In a voice only Clark could hear, in a tone that was filled with lust and made Clark shiver with desire, Oliver told him, “You’re going home with me tonight.”

He definitely was.

If it had been under any other circumstance, Clark would’ve enjoyed the beauty of the sight that greeted him. It was just after noon on Saturday, which he had learned after a quick check around the room. But he couldn’t focus on the view. Now, he was just anxious, confused and frightened. Oliver was still asleep, and for that he was thankful.

He had done a lot of stupid things in the past, under red k, but this time, he had gone too far. This made Clark question himself; what kind of horrible person was he underneath? All the time he had blamed his actions on Red Kryptonite but it didn’t alter his personality.

In fact, if anything, he was more Clark than ever; he had no inhibitions. So deep inside, he wasn’t in love with Lana but he was willing to marry Oliver? He had always accepted the fact that the older man was extremely attractive but he always assumed his feelings were platonic.

Apparently not. And what was worse was that Oliver had feelings for him. The other man had agreed to marry him and he had actually been in the right frame of mind! How was he supposed to tell him that whatever happened over the past 48 hours (approximately) had been a mistake? He would be hurt and their friendship would never recover from the blow.

One thing Clark was sure of was that he couldn’t face him . . . not now at least. It was coward’s move but Clark was going to make it. Finding a piece of paper, he quickly wrote his goodbye. He headed toward Oliver’s side of the bed and gently kissed his forehead.

“I’m so sorry Ollie,” he whispered. One last look around the room and he left.

Within minutes, he was in the air, on his way back to Smallville. Thanks to his memories, he remembered that they had taken Oliver’s private plane so he would have a way to return home.

The return home took about twenty minutes but he was in no rush. It gave him a chance to think but part of him wished he could shut off his mind. Then he wouldn’t have to be faced with the horrible deeds which he had committed.

Guilt tore at him. Everyone must be so worried. He had just taken off without a word. What must his mother be thinking? And Chloe? Hopefully, they had found a cure to whatever happened to Lois. It must’ve been the lipstick, he realized. Only after she kissed him did he feel different. It was infused with red kryptonite.

And the drink at the club; the one Kristin made for him. It had been glowing red but he hadn’t taken any notice. Nice going Clark.

As he entered the house, he saw his mother, Chloe and Lois, sitting around the kitchen table, looking worried. “Hey guys,” he said cautiously, not knowing how to approach them. Before entering, he had taken off his wedding ring and put it in his pocket. He knew he should’ve left the ring with Oliver; it would’ve said more than he ever could but he couldn’t bring himself to part with it.

“CLARK!” Three voices exclaimed at once.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” came from his mom.

“What happened? Where did you go?” piped up on Chloe’s end.

“You’re an idiot, Smallville, you had us all worried!” And the typical response from Lois. He was not at all surprised. At least he knew first hand she was all right.

“I’m fine, everyone, I’m sorry to have worried you,” Clark said.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief and Chloe just smiled, her eyes watering. Lois huffed, looking annoyed, but he could see the worry in her eyes.

“Now that Smallville is safe and sound,” Lois declared. “It’s the middle of the night. I’m going to get some sleep!” She left, without a word, clearly frustrated that she had shown as much emotion over him as she did.

“Don’t worry about her,” Chloe told him, “She was just as worried as the rest of us. Now, what really happened Clark?”

He sighed, taking the seat Lois had just abandoned. “A lot of things. First of all, did you figure what happened to Lois?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “There was this lady who sold these products on Valentine’s Day. Lois bought some lipstick that made you fall in love with the first person you saw. She took it, saw you and bam! It was a mix of a few things but I think there was an aphrodisiac in it. After I left you guys, I came back to find Lois freaking out, saying you disappeared. Jimmy went and got the cure. She doesn’t remember anything. Must be a side effect.”

“It was a mix of a few ingredients all right,” Clark sighed, “It also contained red kryptonite.”

“Oh Clark,” Martha said.

“She kissed me, after you left,” he said, addressing Chloe. “And the rest is history.”

“Oh honey,” Martha cut in. “Did anything happen?”

“Oh mom,” he said sadly, “I screwed up, I screwed up big time.” He put his head in his hands, miserable. He felt two pairs of arms encircle him.

“Don’t worry Clark,” he heard Chloe say, “Whatever happened, we’ll get through it. It can’t be that bad.” If they only knew.

On the other side of the world, Oliver Queen was waking up, to find himself alone.

Chapter 3
Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: chemicals react
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