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Potential Threats 7/7 
11th-Mar-2009 07:21 pm
shadowglove88
Title: Potential Threats
Sequel to: "Visiting The Oracles"
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy/Supernatural/Angel
Pairings: Chloe/Sam, Lois/Wesley
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Smallville, Buffy, Supernatural or Angel.
Summary: Graduation is now behind them and so much has happened since their visit to L.A. Chloe is so close to her finally fulfilling her and Sam's dream of going to be with him in Stanford---and yet never so far away. And finally those vague predictions about Lois'  future are about to come true...

 

Lois and Wesley had arrived to an empty apartment with a note hastily scribbled and placed on the fridge saying that Clark and Whitney had taken Lana home, and that Sam and Dean were at their apartment. Chloe had headed towards there, and while Lois knew her boyfriend was anxious to find out about what Sam’s vision had been about, she was grateful when he hung back and preferred to wait.

“Lois.” Wesley cleared his throat and turned to her, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I want to apologize for my behavior.”

Lois blinked in surprise, looking up at him from where she sat on the sofa’ armrest. Why was Wes apologizing?

“It is understandable that you would find Sam’s brother attractive.” He sneered around the word before continuing. “And I have to learn to stop being insecure about our relationship. We’ve been together for a while now and I have to stop worrying that you’re going to wake up one day and wonder why I’m sleeping next to you.”

The Slayer was shocked silent. Had Wes---had Wes just spouted her own fears word per word?

“I know that I am not much of a fighter, like Dean is. He is a lot more like you than I ever could be.” Wesley took in a deep breath and went to look out of the window. “He’s a fighter, brash, unfairly good-looking. He goes on his instincts, doesn’t shove his nose in a bloody book every time something happens…I could understand you preferring someone like him than someone more---boring---like me. And---.”

Lois couldn’t help it.

She laughed.

She didn’t mean to laugh, Wesley was putting his heart and soul and insecurities out in the open, but the relief was too great! As was the irony of the situation. “I can’t believe it.”

“Can’t believe what?” Wesley asked, turning to her, confused.

“The same things you were so insecure about Dean were what I was making me feel insecure about Lang.”

“Ms. Lang?” Wes frowned, even more confused. “What does she have to do with this? Why would you feel insecure about her?”

Lois stood and clutched her hands behind her back. “She reads, likes classical music, likes tea.” She made up her nose as if that were a capital sin. “You two have so much in common---don’t think I didn’t hear how you enjoyed discussing books you two had read. I---I can’t share that with you, and sometimes it makes me feel stupid, andresentful of those who can.” She frowned. “Especially if the one who can share that with you is supposed to be the most beautiful female in Smallville who always manages to get her claws into any male she wants.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Ms. Lang is not the most beautiful female in Smallville.” Wes replied seriously. “At least not to me.”

Lois’ eyes widened and she tried to fight the blush climbing up her neck but knew it was a futile mission. “You think I’m more beautiful?”

“By god, Lois, didn’t you already figure that out?” He shook his head and walked towards her, placing his hands on her shoulders, his blue gaze drawing in her brown one. “I think you’re the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, I’m in love with every aspect of you from your hair to your laugh, and the way you are. I love that brash, slightly violent side of yours---when you aren’t using it against me of course.”

Lois laughed, but the sound of thick from her emotions.

“I fell in love of you the moment I saw you---although the whole vomiting part kinda took dominance of the situation.”

Lois laughed hoarsely, tears falling down her cheeks as she smiled up at him. “The reason I vomited on you in the first place was because I was completely mesmerized with you and forgot that Smallville was desperately trying to take me to the bathroom so I could heave.”

Wes smiled down at her. “I love you, Lois Lane. Nothing and no one, not even Lana Lang, is going to change that.”

I love you too!” Lois cried out before smashing her lips to his, her tears making it salty as Wes’ arms went around her tight and loving and comforting.

Lois lost herself to that kiss, happy, knowing that everything was going to be alright.

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They’d dropped Lana off at her aunt Nell’s and driven in silence to the sports store that Whitney worked in. Together they entered, glad that no one had come since his disappearance to realize the relative mess, and both males had put things back in order. Whitney felt a little awkward with the silence, since it was something odd between him and Clark. Usually they spent their time taking jabs at each other, but ever since they’d left Wes’ apartment Clark had been somehow silent.

Whitney began to wonder if it wasn’t because of Lana.

The girl had been Clark’s ‘one true love’, hadn’t she? He’d traded his powers for her life. If that wasn’t a show of pure love nothing was.

So obviously seeing Lana like this, obviously interested in Wesley, must have hurt him.

For Whitney it’d been obvious---Lana’s attraction for the Watcher---even though he’d never seen them together. In Wes and Lois’ apartment she’d acted the same way she’d acted around him when she’d started liking Clark. It’d been like walking down memory lane for Whitney to see his ex that way, and he guessed it must have been the same way for Clark.

The only difference was that Clark was still in love with Lana.

“You’re going to have to get used to the thought of her always finding someone else unless you can think of some way of getting her back.” He muttered to the dark-haired alien as they straightened a shelf of shoes.

“Huh?” Clark asked, looking a little confused.

“Lana.” Whitney didn’t know why the farm boy was acting so innocent. “Everyone knows that she’s going to be the only girl for you forever, and that it must hurt you that she keeps hooking up with random guys you have to end up saving her from. Usually I wouldn’t step in, but I felt like I had to this time.” He snorted, picking up the fallen shoeboxes. “I mean, I mightn’t like Lane much, but I like Wes, and I know he’s in love with the Slayer, and wouldn’t be too happy if Lana made things tense between him and Lane.”

Clark was silent for a moment, before something changed in his appearance, although Whitney couldn’t really tell what it was. Though it kinda looked like relief. “So you’re not trying to get back with her.”

“With Lana?” Whitney made a face when Clark nodded. “Hell no. I escaped without going insane twice, three times is kinda asking for it.”

Clark snorted a short laughter and continued working silently, though something had changed in him. He seemed more relaxed.

Whitney shook his head at Clark as he began to hum some theme song, obviously now content that he knew Whitney had no interest in moving on Lana.

The guy was so easy to read.

“So, see you tonight at Wes’ for movie and popcorn?” Clark asked as he put away the last shoebox, hesitating.

“Was that tonight?” Whitney frowned, remembering having made the appointment for a movie night, but hadn’t realized that it’d be tonight. “No can do man,” he suddenly grinned. “I got myself a hot date.”

Clark paused. “Oh, really?”

“It’s not with Lana, so don’t look at me that suspiciously!” Whitney chuckled, looking around the store and smiling when he realized that everything was put nice and neatly back in its place. His boss wouldn’t even realize that something had happened while he was gone.

“With who?”

Whitney sidled a glance at the farm boy. “’Member Mellissa Ryan from high school?”

Clark frowned for a second, obviously thinking. “The cheerleader? A redhead?”

“Yeah, she was a year behind us.” Whitney nodded with a leer. “Well, she gave me her number at the party before all the madness happened and decided to go clubbing tonight in Metropolis. There’s this nightclub there, Neptune, I hear it’s insane.”

“It’s okay.” Clark looked away.

“Okay?” Whitney grinned. “You mean you’ve been there before? Kent, you’re not half bad.”

Clark looked down at his shoes. “Technically it was Kal who spent the time in Neptune, not me.”

Whitney’s smile disappeared as he remembered the story. When he’d been in high school he’d only thought that Clark had left, disappeared, only after he’d joined the gang had he been told the whole story, of how Clark had used RedK to turn into his alternate personality and had run away to Metropolis for the summer until Lois and Chloe had found him, gotten the RedK out of his system, and dragged his ass back to Smallville.

Clark was still silent.

“You know,” Whitney mused. “I would probably like Kal.” His grin grew larger. “I bet he got more chicks than you did.”

For some reason Clark wouldn’t look at him.

Whitney frowned.

Clark should have had some snappy comeback.

He always did.

Something---the thing with Lana---must be bothering him a lot more than Whitney had first thought.

“You’re going to start brooding again, aren’t you?” Whitney sighed.

“Huh?” Clark finally looked at him, confused.

“You’re going to think about the past and get all sentimental and crap like you always do. You sissy.” Whitney groaned, placing his fingers to the bridge of his nose and breathing out hard. “Alright, fine.”

“Uhm, Whit?” Clark seemed unsure. “What are you agreeing to?”

Picking up his phone, Whitney ignored him as he marked the last called number and brought the ringing device to his ear, waiting until a cheery voice answered him.

Hey Whitney!

“Mel.” Whitney ran his fingers through his hair. “How you doing?”

Excited about tonight.” The smile was evident in her voice.

“Uhm, yeah, about that. I was talking to my wingman and he reminded me that I actually already have something I need to do tonight.” Whitney sighed. “Can we reschedule for tomorrow instead?”

There was a pause. “Oh. Okay. Sure. No problem.”

“Great.” Whitney announced. “Talk to you later.” Hanging up he turned to Clark. “This better be a good movie tonight.”

Clark was silent before finally shaking his head and grinning.

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It’d started innocently enough.

After Dean had left Chloe and Sam had tried talking, but somehow their lips found each other and from then on the innocence had died tragically.

Chloe felt her body warming, her heart racing as she pushed forwards, upwards towards him, always towards him. She pushed Sam until the back of his calves hit the sofa and with a little cry he’d fallen down, the blonde only following him onto the sofa, straddling him seductively before lowering her lips to his and reclaiming them in a kiss as hungry as she was for him.

Sam hissed, his large hands trailing down the expanse of her back and resting on her hips, fingers digging in nearly painfully as his hardness throbbed against her.

Chloe blushed scarlet and pulled away from the kiss, panting from desire. Sure, she wanted him, desired him with all of her being, but she was still a virgin, and while she technically knew what to do thanks to Lois’ love of talking about her and Wes’ sex-life, Chloe was a little unsure of how to proceed from thereon.

Sam’s breath was as erratic as hers, his eyes a dark, molten mixture of colors heated only for her. “Chloe?”

“I’m a virgin.” She knew that he must already know this, but still it was embarrassing to admit. What if he just didn’t like her? Like it? What if he compared it to the times he was with other women and found her lacking?

What if---?

“So am I.”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she was torn out of her doubts and fears. “You’re lying!”

She refused to believe it.

There was no way that someone as sweet and sexy as Sam Winchester was a virgin at twenty-two.

Sam blushed, looking away. “While I was growing up I only stayed in one place long enough to kill the baddie, nothing else.” He sighed. “And when I got to Stanford I met you.”

Chloe was shocked as she looked down at the handsome hunk beneath her saying that he was a virgin and had waited for her.

God, I love this guy!

Smiling, Chloe slowly lowered her face to Sam’s, her breath tickling his skin before she began to nibble her way up his strong jaw line. Alternating between flicks of her tongue and nibbles, the blonde grinned against his skin when Sam groaned as her hot breath tickled his ear and she softly grabbed the lobe between her teeth, giving it a playful little tug.

Sam’s hands clenched in her plaid skirt, bunching it up in his fingers, exposing her milky thighs and leaving her vulnerable to his shy yet determined exploration. Sam was a scholar by nature, and somehow Chloe knew that he’d never be content until he’d learnt all there was to her body.

And the thought turned her on even more.

Bucking against his hardness, Chloe bit back a giggle when Sam cursed and he nearly tore the skirt off of her, his body tense, ready, waiting.

Fuck.” Sam’s eyes closed, his face contorting as she began to slowly, deviously buck against him.

Chloe smiled evilly into his face, enjoying the look of agony that twisted his features as his breath caught in his throat and his lips parted---but that was before she brushed against something that sent a jolt of electricity up her spine, and a cry of pleasure escaped her mouth.

She wanted to feel that again.

Pressing down a little harder Chloe whimpered as she brushed against it once more, feeling that magical sense of pleasure and agony return. To quiet her cries she swooped forwards and captured Sam’s lips, surprised by how dominant she was being, yet drugged by the feeling, by the power, by the feel and taste of the one she loved.

Sam’s hands trailed heavily up her body once more and gripped so hard at the back of her shirt that she was sure she heard the fabric rip, but Chloe couldn’t have cared less as Sam kissed her with so much fire and passion that she was losing herself happily to him.

Suddenly she was in the air being lowered to the sofa, and Sam pulled away, his hands going to his jeans desperately, shucking them and his boxers. He stood before her naked like a pantheon god, muscles and tanned skin, and deep eyes that ate her alive.

And then he’d descended on her once more with a ferocity that both surprised and exited her. Sam’s lips traveled down her neck and her shoulders, his hands going to the front of her blouse before tearing it apart and off of her with one mighty, vicious tug.

Somehow he’d even managed to rip her bra, and those things were sturdy.

Gasping, blush trailing down her neck to her chest, Chloe blushed harder at the way Sam was admiring her. He was staring at her as if she were something precious, but before it could get embarrassed he took away all thought by bringing his lips to a pink nibble and sucking on it.

Heat flew to the vee of Chloe’s thighs and she arched her back, crying out.

Sam chuckled against her skin, obviously pleased by her reaction, and before Chloe could berate him for his amusement he’d once more taken all her breath by carefully placing his teeth around the hard numb and pulling slightly.

Sam!” Chloe cried, arching further, offering herself up to him.

He let go of the nub and gave it a flick of his tongue, grin smug. “I like the sound of you crying out my name.”

To get back at him Chloe bucked against his length once more, the only barrier between them the thin material of her underwear. The blonde hissed out a word that would make even a sailor blush as the feeling returned tenfold, making her body tremble from ache.

Fuck.” Sam cursed, something he hardly ever did, before he reached between them and grabbed hold of her underwear, tugging at it viciously.

Chloe hissed at the slight burn as the underwear was ripped from her, but the hiss transformed into a moan as she was now in direct contact with Sam’s heat, could feel him throbbing against her wetness.

Sam…” She pleaded.

I know.” And then he shifted, his hands going between them, positioning himself at her entrance.

Green orbs widened as she felt him.

He’s not going to fit!

Chloe closed her eyes tightly as she realized just how big he was.

Pushing his head within her heat, Sam returned his hands to her hips and closed his eyes, a muscle jumping in his cheek as he kept himself from just pushing down and impaling her on him.

Chloe winced, jerking slightly at the pain and burn she felt as he slowly slid inch by inch inside of her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as it got worse and worse, and right before she could ask him to stop Sam pushed her down the rest of the way, impaling her completely and sending a jolt of agony through her system.

The blonde couldn’t keep her cry silent as she hid her face in his chest, tears coming to her eyes at the pain.

“Chloe?” Sam whispered, worried. “Are you okay? Does it hurt too much? Do you want to stop?”

“I’m fine.” She shook her head, sniffling. “Just give me some time to get accustomed to you.”

If Lois could do this so could she.

Sam nodded and hugged her, pressing a kiss to her hair.

And yet she could feel his desire and need inside of her as it throbbed with his suppressed hunger.

The blonde loved him so much more at that moment.

She then noticed that the pain had been substituted for a slight burn, and gave an experimental buck, causing both of them to gasp in delirium as the movement caused him to slid partially out of her only to have him thrust right back in.

This was----good.

Taking her initiative as a sign to continue, Sam slowly began to move within her, careful not to hurt her. His tenderness was amazing, and she loved him so much more for it, but Chloe wanted more so she bucked hard, pressing down when he pressed up, and he hit something inside of her that caused her to cry out loudly.

The sound startled them both.

Sam smiled up at her before bringing her lips to his and kissing her as they began to move together as one once more. Agony and bliss mixed like a drug and Chloe trembled as he moved in and out of her, her body throbbing with pleasure, heat coiling in her stomach as their pace grew more and more desperate.

Both knew they wouldn’t last long, not tonight at least, but Chloe’s climax took her by surprise. One minute the heat was coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach, and then the next it’d snapped in a fury of sensations and colors, Chloe’s fingernails biting viciously into Sam’s shoulders…and he was crying out her name as her spasming around him took him with her.

When it was over Chloe collapsed against Sam, legs shaky, panting, exhausted, sated, happy.

“Why…” She took in a deep breath. “Why did we wait so long to do that again?”

“Statutory rape? Prison? Me being someone’s bitch?” Sam chuckled, voice hoarse, as he lifted her off of him and stood up, pulling her up as well as they made their way to the bedroom.

“So eager for more?” Chloe teased as Sam dragged her to the bed.

The brunette blushed. “You need to rest. You overused your powers. We should sleep.”

Chloe smiled as she got in. “It’s the middle of the day.” And yet she was yawning as he joined her. “And you haven’t told me about your vision yet.”

“Later.” He pulled her to him, breathing in the scent of sex and her shampoo. “Rest now.”

Chloe, tired from overexertion of her powers and sated from their lovemaking, closed her eyes and did as told, falling asleep to the sound of Sam’s beating heart.

They both knew that horrible times were fast approaching them, but right now, in each other arms, the world was perfect.

 

 


Comments 
12th-Mar-2009 12:59 am (UTC)
OMG... do you know that out of all of this beautiful last chapter, my favorite part was Clark and Whitney's talk?! LOL. Ok so it comes in just after Sam and Chloe's last hot scene but still... are you going where I think you're going?! --izalleager--
12th-Mar-2009 01:29 am (UTC)
lol, really? You're fav part was the Clark/Whitney talk? *surprised as hell* lol
12th-Mar-2009 01:38 am (UTC)
--blushes--

YES!

EEP!


Yes, --nods-- it was, now i sit here and wait for what comes next.
12th-Mar-2009 01:18 am (UTC)
*dies happily*



*revives*

THAT WAS SO HOT AND AMAZING!!!! ♥ Thank you times a thousand. I absolutely adore this and I can't wait for the next series.
12th-Mar-2009 01:30 am (UTC)
*bursts out laughing*
You're like Chloe! you don't stay dead long!
Glad you liked the, err, dirty celebration everyone wanted! lol
12th-Mar-2009 05:41 am (UTC)
that was so beautiful . i am going to go read that new chapter for the next part now.
12th-Mar-2009 12:37 pm (UTC)
thanks! Glad you liked!
12th-Mar-2009 09:18 am (UTC)
Holy WOW!!!

It's good that Lois and Wes talked out their fears.

Whitney and Clark are just too adorable.

The Chloe and Sam dirty celebration, absolutely HOT!!!! Really freaking HOT!!!
12th-Mar-2009 12:38 pm (UTC)
yay! you liked the dirty celebration! I was wondering about your reaction to it!
12th-Mar-2009 12:34 pm (UTC)
AT LAST! olol no ok, i'm not obsessed...much I think lol wonderful chapter, love how Wes has the same insecurities and....argh just incoherent right now lol loved it!
12th-Mar-2009 12:38 pm (UTC)
now don't feel obsessed, everyone was begging for it! lol. thet sounds dirty!
12th-Mar-2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
Yay, the Chlam smut arrived *does happy dance* and to think I had to wait a whole day to read it, thank you very much extremely boring "Archaeology of the Vikings" night class.

The smut was fantastic, trust me, I'm a smut connoisseur so I would know *grins* I love that you keep Sam a virgin. It was the perfect blend of hot and sweet.

Loved the Lois/Wes stuff. They have really grown on me.

Finally, I was feeling some 'man love' vibes between Whitney and Clark, at least I hope I was *grins* Please say you are going in that direction?

So to end this giant review, let me say that this chapter was amazing, this whole installment was fantastic and this entire series is awesome. Now I'm off to read the next part.
12th-Mar-2009 06:42 pm (UTC)
You're going to hate me, but the next part is the LAST part, at least, that's it in my mind.
28th-Dec-2009 08:21 am (UTC)
Aww. Yup Clark & Whitney are definitely best friends or at least on the road to it. They for the life of me remind me of a pair of brothers.
27th-Sep-2010 08:49 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
Does the Clark/WHitney conversation mean what I think it means? Especially when Whitney mentioning likeing Kal, and Kal getting a lot of chicks, and Clark couldn't look him in the eye? Was that a hint to the fact maybe it wasn't chicks Kal was getting? I think it does, and I'm suprised Whitney didn't figure that out, (then again Whitney's pretty oblivious when it comes to Clark.) and Wow, you took dirty celebration and made it sweet, without making it naive and tacky? *bows* wait, if this is the next to last fic when is the apocolysp you've been hinting at going to happen? Here is a hot fudge sundae to commemerate the HOT, (yet sweet) Chlam :D
27th-Sep-2010 11:45 pm (UTC)
There's another segment in this universe called "Double Double Toil and Trouble"

The Whitney/Clark conversation....*grins* ...that's left for the person reading to decide. ;)
27th-Sep-2014 02:27 am (UTC)
Amazing fic
I loved how Dean entered the scene and Chlam's first time was really sweet, so romantic :)
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