Poster by the amazingly talented Redplanetkrypton.
Title: Forbidden Desire
Summary: Not going to tell. If you want to know then you're going to have to read it. I promise you won't be disappointed.
A darker Clark. A naughtier Lois. You've been warned!
Spoilers? : Most likely none.
Rating: NC-17 for language, death, mild-torture, and smut. Lots and lots of Clois smut.
A/N: I want to thank Redplanetkrypton for my wonderful banner.
Desire: to wish or long for; crave; want.
Desire. It was a powerful thing. It brought pain to the ones that we loved; to those we care about. And we knew that it would; going into this we had known that they would get hurt if it ever got out. But it was as if we couldn't control it; our want, our need for each other. We tried to fight it, no not in the beginning, in the beginning we had been too caught up in the intensity of desire to even try to fight. It was when we realized that it was leading to something more, something that had the potential to be terrifyingly great that we tried to stop. By then it had been too late.
Now blood had been split, ours and theirs. Now the ones who said that they loved us with everything they had were out to kill us. They wanted us to pay for the pain we had caused.
Everyone knows that love hurts; but it was the desire that could kill
Chapter One- Desires Unleashed
Clark sat in the back of the club in a black leather upholstered booth seat, a glass of bourbon resting in his hand. He watched the scantily clad women with something close to disinterest. It wasn't that they weren't very attractive because they were, Desires was an exclusive gentlemen's club that only employed the very beautiful. Clark should know since his best friend Oliver Queen owned it. But tonight he found himself disinterested in the woman who danced on the small stages that were scattered throughout the room, and in the metal cages that hung from. He swirled the dark liquid before raising it to his lips. The alcohol didn't have any effect on him, but he liked the heated-burn as the liquor slid down his throat. He finished off the glass before placing forty on the table, tipping the waitress generously. He began to slide out of the booth when he paused; his eyes going to the main stage and the woman who had just stepped out on to it.
She was breathtaking beautiful. Sexy and sensual. She was new; he had never seen her before. And Clark knew that he had to meet her; had to have her. Yes he had a girlfriend, but that hadn't stopped him before and Clark was damned if it would stop him now.
Leaning back in his seat he watched as her body moved slowly to the soft music coming through the speakers. Her stomach was exposed to his eyes; flat and trim. Black heels were strapped to her ankles making her impossibly long legs look even longer, until they met the small black leather shorts that hugged her hips. Her long dark-blond hair was loose around her shoulders; flowing out into the air as she slid down the pole.
Clark could feel himself hardening as he watched her. Desire pounded through him with every beat of her heart, which he could hear as clearly as he would if his ear was pressed against her chest.
Clark didn't know if Love-At-First-Sight was real but as he watched her he was more than willing to be converted.
He didn't know her. He didn't even know her name. But that didn't matter because he was going to do everything in his power to get her and Clark Kent had a lot of power at his fingers. He didn't care if she had a boyfriend, fiancé, or a husband with kids waiting at home for her….he wanted her. And he would get her. No matter what.
Lois caressed her hands down her body, leaning back against the dance pole, her back arching. She hadn't really thought that Oliver would let her dance when she had approached him the day before. But now as she stood on the stage, dressed in tight leather shorts and a red-bikini top, she was glad that she had been able to convince him.
She loved the feeling of being desired. The club was high-priced; you had to make a set amount to even get through the door. It didn't feel sleazy. Dancing up here made her feel wanted. She wouldn't be making it her day job, but it was a fun one-time thing.
Her eyes opened and were drawn across the club. Her breath caught as they met his. He was gorgeous; masculine so. She could feel her thigh tightening as they looked into each other's eyes. Desire flowed through her, making her nipples harden. It was insane how much she wanted him without even knowing him.
Clark's attention was pulled from the woman by the blond man sliding onto the opposite bench seat.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Oliver pushed one of the glasses he held across the table.
"Yes." Clark raised his eyes back to her; ignoring the drink.
"She's also taken." The bit to the words left no doubt as to whom she belonged.
Clark held Oliver's eyes for long moments. He knew that information should give him pause; make him rethink his plan to have her. He knew his friendship with Oliver should out way his desire for her. But her also knew that it didn't.
Clark broke eye contact, grabbing the offered drink and swallowing a generous amount. He could tell by the way Oliver's shoulders relaxed that he thought Clark had given up. He couldn't have been more wrong; he'd just have to be more subtle.
"What's her name?"
"Lois." Oliver studied Clark. He still saw the interest in his eyes as he looked at Lois, but the intensity of desire was no longer there. "Lois Lane."
'Lois' he liked it. He imagined moaning it out as she rode him; which probably wasn't such a good idea with Oliver studying him.
Clark felt guilty. He did.
He wasn't heartless; Oliver was his friend, he cared about him. But Clark didn't think their friendship was enough of a barrier to keep him from giving into his want.
He watched Lois exit the stage and head towards them. Her breast jiggling slightly with each step she took. And just like that the desire that had cold off was heating up again; quickly, burning a path through his veins to his cock, making him even harder than before.
Clark bit down on the inside of his cheek; he needed to get control of himself. She was just a woman, an incredibly hot woman true, but still just a woman. He shouldn't be reacting so strongly to her.
It was an amazing thing. It started wars and created life.
It made Lois ignore he boyfriend who was sitting at the table; instead her focus was on the man sitting across from him.
Now that she was closer she could see that his eyes were blue with green and golf flecks scattered throughout them. She could see how the black t-shirt he wore hinted at the muscles that lay beneath. She imaged how he would look without it; saw herself caressing her hands down his smooth, hard chest and to something lower but equally hard. Maybe harder.
She could feel herself becoming flush with heat and slick between her thighs with need. She pulled her eyes from him-using all her will power to do so- and onto Oliver who looked up at her with suspicion.
Bending at the waist, she took his mouth his hers, kissing him lightly; letting her tongue trail over his upper lip. She pulled back when he tried to deepen it.
"Hi." She was breathless but for some reason she didn't think it was because of the kiss.
"Hi." Olive nipped at her thumb she was running over his mouth.
"You going to introduce me?"
"Hmm." Lois smiled and titled her head to the side. Oliver caught on quickly. "Oh, right. Lois this is Clark Kent a good friend of mine. Clark this is my Lois."
Lois rolled her eyes at the possessive tone. She held out her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Same." Clark took her hand in his and was surprised at the shock of pleasure that he got from such an innocent touch. He could tell by the speeding of her heart that she felt it too. Releasing her hand he discreetly let his thumb smooth over her pulse point. He saw her body tremble a little and her eyes darken but he doubted if Oliver noticed.
"So did you enjoy the show?" Lois asked.
"Yeah, well it was her first and last time." Oliver said, he wrapped an arm around Lois's waist and placed a kiss on her stomach. "I don't think I like having other men watch my half-naked girlfriend dance."
"And I don't think I like this possessive attitude of yours." Lois said.
Oliver opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by the ringing of his phone. He took it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen. "I got to take this." He slid out of the booth, placing a quick peck on Lois's lips before heading to the hallway were it was more quiet.
Lois slid onto the abandoned seat, lifting Oliver's glass to her lips.
"I'd be possessive to if my girlfriend looked like you." Clark said, his eyes were drawn down to her breast as she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table.
"I take that as a compliment." Lois was offended that his eyes seemed to be having a hard time reaching her eyes. In fact the longer he looked at her the more turned on she became.
"Not for my girlfriend." His eyes managed to meet hers once more. They were dark with want and need and it took everything Clark had not to give her what she desired.
"What's she like?"
"If that's her name." Lois said with a small smile, pleased that she had him so distracted.
"She's smaller than you are." He said his eyes going back to her breast.
"You like breast."
"I like yours."
"Hers aren't as…perfect." Clark raised his glass to his lips, drinking the fire liquid, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Is she pretty?"
He wondered why they were talking about this. "Yes."
"A good girl I suppose?" Lois watched as his tongue came out, licking up the moisture that the brandy had left behind.
"She would never have gotten up there and stripped if that's what you mean."
"I didn't strip. Stripping implies that clothing came off. I just danced."
"In barely anything."
Lois tilted her head to the side, her silky curtain of hair falling over her shoulder. "Are you complaining?"
"That you stayed covered up? Yes." A pure smile of male appreciation spread across his lips. "It wouldn't have hurt to see more."
Lois laughed; the sound of it was husky and seductive to Clark's ears.
"Aren't you Oliver's friend?"
"Aren't you his girlfriend?" Clark countered.
"Touché." Lois said. "Then maybe I shouldn't be sitting here."
"Maybe not. But here you are."
"Here I am."
Lois thought that question through before answering. "Because I want to." She was enjoying this. This flirting that was quickly becoming foreplay.