Title: A "dagger" for Mrs Queen
Pairing: Clark Luthor/ AU Lois Lane...in a way.
Spoiler: S10 – Luthor, and some ideas from Kent.
Warning: This is part - 2 of a dark, twisted, angsty fic, featuring Clark Luthor and AU Lois Lane. It is the continuation of A "deal" with Mrs Queen. Proceed with heavy caution as there will be blackmail, violence against women, rape, and no happy ending.
A/N: I'd just like to say that this story is not for everyone. A lot of us enjoys reading about bad boys, but Clark Luthor is not one of them. At least, that's the impression I got when I first saw Luthor, and the idea for this story was born then.
So, I stress the point once again: Do not read if you you feel disgusted by the things underlined in the warning. There will be no happy ending. This Clark Luthor is not redeemable.
I know some of you want redeemable CL, but I'm really sorry that that won't happen in this fic.
I debated whether I should write this story or not, but I'm really looking forward to part three. It was challenging for me, hence, part 2 had to come out first.
P.S. This story will be told from CL POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville.
Had anyone ever tasted heaven, or enjoyed a slice of it? Well, I had...for I live there.
Even if it tried, life couldn't get better than this. I had everything I wanted, and more. It was all perfect.
It had been over seven years since my trip to the alternate world. It had been exactly seven years today since I reclaimed my throne...in both my lives. Ultraman was the most feared entity of this planet, just like Clark Luthor was the king of the world.
I was celebrating today, the lavish party I had thrown a proof of what Kal-El's famous personality was worth. Actors, sportsmen, rock stars, politicians, religious leaders – all thronged from all around the world to attend. Funnily enough, their greatest concern at the moment was my secret side...and they were asking me for advice as to how to bring down Ultraman.
I joined those conversations, of course, and gave what they thought were valuable information. I even had pseudo labs built, to show these people that I too, was intent on catching this earth's greatest villain.
Internally, I laughed myself silly at how ignorant these people really were.
I wish Lionel Luthor had been around. He certainly would have been proud of me. It was him, after all, who taught me how to rule.
Only one person in this wide world knew my secret, and she was currently bracing her hands on the marble top surrounding the basin, as I thrust in and out of her in hard, fast strokes. Her face was a mask of anger, hatred and loathing, and like the first time I had taken her in her apartment, they still were my biggest turn on.
Even when we sit on opposite sides of my long breakfast table every morning, I could almost come in my pants from the look of pure disgust she always saves for me. It tells me just how much I had destroyed her, broken her...and it had been my biggest victory to this date.
She knew it, knew the pleasure I derived from torturing her – mentally. I didn't want the cops on me, not that they would be able to do much, so I had never bodily harmed her. No, the only marks I liked seeing on her smooth, silky soft flesh are the ones I left, in intimate places, while f**king her.
However, I never revealed my biggest attraction to her. I didn't want her deliberately turning into a clingy woman, like all those who made a play for me where ever I went. It was amazing really, that I would ever remain faithful to one woman. But ever since I confronted her after killing her late husband, she had been the only p**sy I had stuck my c**k into.
Now she grabbed onto my neck, futilely hoping to leave her nail marks as she gritted her teeth and came all over my swollen shaft. I pumped even harder, biting the place between her neck and left shoulder as I came too, leaving a mark of my own.
"Why the f**k did you do that?"
"Same as always," I replied with a smirk as I pulled out of her. "To show the world once again that you're nothing more than my whore."
She slapped me at that, as she had done innumerous times before, and I could see her palm throbbing, all red from the impact with my cheek. I simply shook my head.
"A broken hand is not going to excuse you from my bed tonight, so I suggest you think twice before participating in foolish acts. Oh, and as punishment, you're not seeing Conner for the next two weeks," I said, before walking out of the restrooms.
And that was why Lois Lane-Queen still diligently fulfilled every perverted fantasy of mine, every day and every noon and every night.
I had her son.
The world had looked down upon Lois Lane-Queen, sneering, when they had first seen her with me barely three days after Oliver Queen's unfortunate death. I had deliberately chosen a sheer, skimpy, black dress for her, and it had left no doubt in people's mind just exactly what our relationship was.
To add insult to injury, barely six months later, a blond boy had made his entrance to this world and everyone had marveled how great a person Clark Luthor was to accept, what they had mistakenly assumed to be a Luthor baby before birth, his rival's child and bring up the boy in his own home.
Little did they know, that by taking away Conner Queen from his mother at birth, I had bought Lois Lane-Queen's silence about my true identity. However, I didn't want to live through any unfortunate events, like my mistress committing suicide or such, so I always dangled the carrot in front of her: she pleases me with her body and I give her the pleasure of seeing her son every week.
Of course, I was the winner in this deal, since aside from the physical satisfaction, it pleased me to no end to see Conner barely responding to his mother's affections, but always looking up to me. I could see now why Lionel had kept me around – as a kid, I had also worshipped him like Conner did me.
I couldn't help smiling as I walked back to my party, and then grabbed a glass of champagne, trying to mingle with the people.
A sudden tuck on my suit sleeve stopped me though. I turned around to see Lois staring up at me furiously, although a smile graced her lips for show.
"You can't do this! You promised you'd let me see Conner today."
"That was before you raised your hands at me."
"It didn't even hurt you," she whispered angrily.
"It's the thought that counts," I replied, winked and tried to walk away.
I looked back at her, and I knew it was time.
I had taken everything from Lois Lane-Queen – her wedding rings, her husband, her status, her job, her husband's company, and even her son.
There was just one thing left: I wanted to obliterate the name of Queen, each and every trace of it.
As curious eyes peered at us from different spots around the humongous hall room where the party was taking place in the Luthor mansion, I pretended to lovingly draw Lois towards me and placed my lips on her. It was no sweet, gentle kiss...our kisses never had been, not even for pretense.
It was a domineering kiss, to establish once again that I owned her. I let my tongue linger in her mouth a little longer, enjoying her torment as the seconds ticked by. She was anxious, knew I'd make her yet another proposition, and like always, she would have no other choice but to accept it.
I lazily pulled back, though still keeping my face close to hers, and placed my hand on her neck like a lover, then inched it down over left breast. I always liked to hear her beating heart when I tormented her; it gave me an obscene sense of pleasure. But the feeling of her most vital organ thrumming under my fingertips in fear – it was as good as me coming in her mouth after a very satisfying bj.
"I hate you, your son, and your husband!" I murmured harshly in her ear, not that anyone looking at us would be able to tell. "You Queens destroyed me. Now it's my turn."
"W-what are you saying?" she whispered, and I knew she was trying to remain strong in the face of my animosity. It simultaneously made me angry and crave to plunge my swelling c**k in her pussy.
"I want to finish you all. I want to make sure there will never even be any whisper of anyone or anything related with the name of Queen."
"Don't kill my son. I swear I'll bring you down if you even hurt a hair on his his," she muttered, all pretense forgotten. It was a good thing her head was angled towards my neck, lest anybody see her gall in talking back to me. I wanted to throw her on the floor, tear her clothes apart and humiliate her by f**king her infront of everybody.
Instead, I went in for the kill.
"You'll give your son to me - legally. Conner will become a Luthor, and if you're good, I'll make you one too."
I looked down at her then, and with immense satisfaction, watched her reaction. She looked like a dead woman walking.
I was a god among men, and I had just plunged a dagger through Mrs Queen's heart.