Title: She's His ManPairing: Chloe/Duke OrsinoFandom: Smallville/She's the ManRating: T+-MDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: When Chloe is sent to Illyria as a boy for her own safety while Lex tries to find the traitor in his camp, she quickly makes friends with her roommate, Duke Orsino. Bored, she decides to become Illyria's official matchmaker, and has no idea that she's making Duke doubt his sexuality considering he thinks she's a boy and he's growing more and more attracted to her.
Despite how much of a mind-screw this whole situation was, Chloe had a feeling that it was beginning to work. During their moments alone in their room, as Chloe pretended to be a girl, or, er, herself, well, Duke was slowly beginning to form full sentences. That was progress. It was. The other night she might have forgotten to switch back to her male persona and Duke and she had fallen asleep during a stuttered conversation (on his part). The next morning she'd realized her mistake and had scolded herself and had to remind herself that she would need to be more careful from now on.
It was hard though, to remember that there were three very distinct versions of her that had to remain separate and distinct. She was (1) a girl who was (2) pretending to be a boy who was (3) pretending to be a girl.
Her life was crazy.
At least someone was getting something out of this whole mess though, and Duke's progress made the whole mind-screw she was going through worth it. The guy was incredible, sweet, funny, handsome, and ripped to boot. It was sacriligious that someone as physically fit and emotionally cute as him was pinning over the girl of his dreams because he was too petrified to utter even one sentence to her.
If Chloe had been a girl (or, uh, not pretending to be a guy), and if Duke hadn't been in love with Olivia, she would've been all over him. But the facts were that for all intents and purposes for this time in her life she was a guy, and Duke was in love with Olivia. Chloe had learnt from the whole Clark and Lana situation, how stupid it was to let yourself develop romantic feelings for someone who already was emotionally invested in someone else. So, despite how attractive and lovable Duke was, she was keeping him at a friendly distance and not even allowing herself to fantasize about the possibility of anything else between them.
"Our boy is crashing and burning." Toby rested his elbow against Chloe's shoulder as they watched Duke stutter his way through a conversation with a girl who'd come up to him as he was getting them punch.
Chloe sighed. "He's at least getting out full sentences."
Toby's expression was pained. "He keeps sending us looks like he's begging us to come and save him from her."
Chloe let out a sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm doing my best, man, I swear."
"I know. I can tell the difference in him since you've started whatever it is you're doing." Toby shook his head. "That's what makes it so much sadder than it already is."
She didn't want to admit it, but she felt the exactly same thing as she fought the urge to flinch while watching Duke and the girl. He was seriously floundering. She didn't have to actually be able to hear what they were talking about to know that.
Toby made a face. "I can't watch this any longer." With that he turned and mingled in with the crowd.
It was painful to watch, she didn't blame him. She almost gave in to Duke's hundredth distressed glance in her direction. The girl in boy's clothing even made to go towards them.
She turned to see Olivia appear from the crowd. "Hey."
"I wondered if you'd come to this party." Olivia pulled a strand of long blond out of her face and gave a small grin. "Are you having fun?"
Chloe had tried cultivating a friendship with this girl in the name of helping Duke get with her, but still genuinely liked her. "Sure. You?"
"Yeah. I've had to escape Malcom a hundred times though." Olivia made a face. "Ever since he found out that my boyfriend and I broke up he just wont take no for an answer."
"What you need is to get a new boyfriend who can scare Malcolm away for you." Chloe was, as always, trying to pave the way for Duke.
Olivia smiled brightly and leaned in closer. "Maybe you're right." She licked her lips. "Have any candidates for me to consider?"
Not with the way he was right now, no. "Give me a little time to iron out some bumps, and I'll definitely give you someone you won't be able to say no to."
Olivia lowered her gaze to her feet and then smiled as she raised her blues back on Chloe. "Okay."
Giving the girl a grin, Chloe was glad that the girl Duke liked was seriously nice. She would've hated the thought that she was helping him get with a bitch. "So, why aren't you dancing?"
"Uh, no one has asked me out." At Chloe's look Olivia laughed. "Okay, no one but Malcolm has asked me."
"This is what I'm saying, he's freaking everyone out and they're staying back." Chloe rubbed her chin. "I could distract him for a while if you wanted. Get him to back off so you can enjoy yourself without him shadowing you."
"You'd do that?" Olivia asked softly.
"Sure. I'll face down Malcolm for you. But you owe me." Chloe looked around the crowd before she noticed Malcolm lurking in the shadows watching them. She then turned her gaze back to Olivia and placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Go on and enjoy yourself, I'll handle this. But you owe me, Lennox."
Olivia turned and watched her go, that soft smile still on her face.
Chloe figured she must be seriously grateful. Then again, who wouldn't be, if they had Malcolm obsessed with them and shadowing their every step? The blonde moved towards Malcolm and took in a deep breath. Olivia was seriously going to owe her for this. "So, Malcolm, I hear you have a tarantula for a pet."
Malcolm narrowed his eyes. "I have read the school manual. I'm allowed to keep Malvolio on the school premises."
"Oh, I'm not complaining, I'm interested!" Right. Said the arachnophobe. "I've always wondered about tarantulas. Would you mind showing him to me?"
Malcolm's eyes widened. "You want to meet Malvolio?"
Malcolm grinned. "I haven't met a fellow arachnid lover." He motioned for Chloe to follow him. "I know Malvolio will be happy to meet you! He's such a sociable creature." He leaned in close. "I'll even let you hold him!"
Chloe went pale in terror and somehow forced a smile on her face. "C-cool."
Olivia was so going to owe her!
Out of pure evil she saw Andrew, caught his arm, and yanked him with her with a smile and a hissed: "We're going to meet Malcolm's tarantula, Malvolio."
Andrew looked just as terrified as she felt.
That made her feel much better.
Duke was never going to get this whole talking to girls thing down. He'd spent a good twenty minutes floundering and feeling lost and idiotic while talking to that girl, and the only reason why he hadn't run away was because every time he'd glance over at Cody he'd see the guy watching him with a supportive yet pained expression. He'd wanted to push on and show the guy that he could do this-while at the same time not wanting to do it at all. And then Cody had disappeared and Duke hadn't been able to find him for the rest of the party.
The door opened and Cody stumbled in, quite pale. He slammed the door shut and sent Duke an ugly, accusing look. "The things I do for you!"
Duke blinked as he sat up in bed and put the ball he'd been throwing upwards and catching away. "What happened to you?"
"I held a tarantula. For you." And he looked pissed at him.
Duke didn't understand. "What?"
"At least tell me that you talked to her."
"You saw me talking to her," he mumbled.
"Not her, Olivia!" Cody stormed to his bed and threw himself on it. "I distracted Malcolm so that she would be able to relax without him stalking her, and to do so I had to hold a tarantula." He shivered at the memory. "Do you know how horribly hairy those things are? Or how fast they move? Or that any sudden movement-like Andrew fainting-will make it run and crawl all over your body?" He looked nauseas. "I just want to forget tonight ever happened."
Duke felt the same way.
"So tell me that you at least said hello to Olivia."
Cody covered his face with a pillow and groaned. "I hate you." He then sat up. "We need to give you some sort of intensive training."
Duke blinked. "Huh?"
"When you want to make the team you go through a training period, right? Well, I'm going to train you to be the best boyfriend Olivia could ever hope for!" Cody seemed to be taking this personal now. "She'll be unable to resist you!"
He didn't say anything and let Cody vent.
Suddenly the door flew open and Toby and Andrew (who looked just as shaken as Chloe) arrived with two packs of canned beer each. How those boys had managed to sneak those things into the dorm (especially considering Toby looked half drunk already) was beyond Duke.
"We're going to have our own party!" Toby arrived and threw Duke a can, which he caught.
Andrew collapsed on Cody's bed. "I held a tarantula."
"I had a tarantula crawl all over me." Cody sat up, just as emotionally scarred.
They shared looks and appeared like they both wanted to cry.
"Drown your sorrows in these, Michael says he and Kenneth got shit-faced on only two cans each. Apparently this stuff is ridiculously strong." Toby passed them each a can as he snagged himself a pillow and threw himself on the ground between the beds. "We all have horror stories to drink to tonight. Duke totally failed with the girls, again. Cody and Andrew were scarred for life by Malcolm's spider. And I... have my own sorrows." He opened a can and took a long sip before he raised his can in the air. "To a horrible night."
Duke, Cody and Andrew raised their own cans and drank to that. They drank and drank to it.
Toby sprawled out completely on the floor, taking up the whole space between the two beds, and complained loudly about the fact that Eunice never came to parties and that no one was ever going to accept him liking her.
Cody sat on the very edge of his bed and listened to Toby, telling him that he thought Toby should 'screw everyone else's thoughts' on the matter and go after Eunice if she was the person he really wanted.
Andrew laid out on Cody's bed and was in the middle of talking to his fifth can of beer. He was apparently telling the can of beer something about the ancient Egyptians.
Duke merely watched them all as he held his third beer in his hand. He'd had less alcohol than the others, who seemed much more traumatized by tonight than he had been.
"You really think so?" Toby stared up at Cody with wide eyes. "You think I should try and get to know her?"
"Why not?" Cody wanted to know, words slurred slightly. "Who the hell cares what anyone else feels about her? So what if she's different? If that's what ticks your tock then you need to scoop her up and make her yours before someone else decides he likes her too!"
Toby's eyes widened in panic. "I need to go!"
"Not tonight." Cody pressed his bare foot down on Toby's stomach to keep him on the ground when he tried to get up. "You're too drunk. Do it tomorrow."
"Right. Tomorrow's good too." Toby grinned. "Thanks man. You're a good friend."
Cody grinned. "I do my best."
Everyone turned to look behind Cody at the loud snore that erupted from the bed, to find Andrew asleep. They returned their glances to everyone and burst out laughing. The alcohol in their bodies probably made it funnier than it actually was, but Duke could recognize that they all needed a laugh after the night they'd had.
Toby rested his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling before he began to talk to it as if it was Eunice, complimenting it on how its braces just added to its appeal.
Cody snickered in amusement before he slipped from his bed, tiptoed over Toby, and then threw himself down on top of Duke's bed next to him. He reached for one of the untouched beers, opened it, and took a gulp before he flinched, like he did after every single sip. "I hate beer."
That was amusing for Duke to hear considering that was Cody's fifth one.
"You know, I've been thinking, about that intensive training." Cody truly was dedicated to Duke's lost cause, even while he was visibly drunk he was thinking of ways of how to help Duke. "And I think this is the best time for us to work on it. You're tipsy, which means you're more relaxed. You should be able to do this better."
In Duke's alcohol-drenched brain that made total sense. "Okay. Let's do this."
Cody grinned brightly and threw Duke through a loop when he gave Duke his beer, pulled in his arms from their sleeves and instead somehow managed to slip them through the neck of his t-shirt, widening it and leaving him looking like a girl wearing a sleeveless top. He chuckled, as if this was the funniest thing ever, and then turned his back to Duke. "Tie the sleeves together."
Duke didn't question his sensei's command. He put their drinks on the side-table and then only just managed to tie the sleeves together after his fourth try. Both of them laughed every single time he failed, and he felt immense pride when he finally accomplished his task.
"Good boy!" Cody stared down at the now form-fitting shirt, played around with the top of it, and then turned to face Duke with an amused expression. "Do I look like a girl?"
Duke eyed him up and down and then fought the urge to gulp because, yeah, he did. More than usual, even. "No."
Cody pursed his lips. "Idiot." He then shook his head, messed up his head, and leaned forwards on the bed, almost in a crouched way.
Duke gulped louder.
Toby's snores joined Andrew's.
"So," Cody crawled closer to Duke. "Why didn't you try and dance tonight?"
"I, uh, I can't dance." Duke was waiting for the alcohol to make this easier somehow, because so far it really wasn't.
"I don't believe you." Cody gazed at him through his ridiculously long and dark eyelashes. "You move like a dancer while on the field. I think you just haven't tried."
"Nope. I've tried. I'm terrible."
"I'm going to have to teach you how to dance now, aren't I?" Cody let out a sigh before he cleared his throat and went back into that way too convincing girl!Cody mode. "If I had asked you to dance, would you?"
"Nope. I don't dance with dudes."
Cody levelled him with a look which told him explicitly that he thought Duke was an idiot. "You're supposed to be pretending I'm a girl." For some reason he thought that that was hilarious and laughed so hard he couldn't hold himself up and ended up falling on top of Duke.
The soccer player froze. He definitely didn't have enough alcohol in his system to-.
Cody looked up at him through his eyelashes. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
Duke's throat went dry. "Of course I have."
Cody looked doubtful.
The boy pushed up from him enough to bring their faces close together and stared Duke uncomfortably close in the eyes before getting dizzy and collapsing.
Duke quickly reached out and grabbed the drunk guy to keep him from falling off of the bed, and somehow they ended up with Cody beneath his body, Duke's arms trapped under Cody, and Duke's own body weight pinning them to the bed.
"Duke Orsino, how dare you, I'm not that kind of girl!" Cody's try for outrage was completely ruined by his snickers after every two or three words.
Duke blushed darkly as he stared down into that face. "I didn't-you fell-I was trying to save you!"
Cody continued to snicker at his discomfort as he wrapped his arms around Duke's neck. "My hero." His eyes twinkled in utter mischief. "As the princess, I thank you." And then he kissed him.
Duke's eyes widened as Cody's lips touched his. It wasn't just the fact that the smaller boy was kissing him, but because of the shock of electricity that raced through Duke's body. He found his eyes slipping shut as he pulled Cody tighter and kissed him back. He hadn't even realized he was doing it until Cody whimpered against his lips and the boy's arms unwrapped themselves from around Duke's neck so that Cody could run his fingers through his hair and grab fistfuls of it.
The soccer player groaned as Cody tightened his grip on his hair, and kissed harder. His body was heating up at incredible speeds and he couldn't even contemplate the option of pulling away. No. Not when Cody tasted this good and uttered those incredible sounds that made Duke so painfully hard.
Cody rolled his hips in a way that made Duke see stars as Cody brushed against Duke's... He could only kiss the smaller boy harder as his own hips moved on their own.
Their breaths were hot and erratic as they clung to each other, kissing hotly, bodies moving.
And then Duke groaned and went still as his body tensed and then there was white pleasure that brought him out of the haze as he groaned his climax into Cody's mouth. Duke froze over the smaller boy, shocked, confused, terrified and then Cody was kissing him and Duke whimpered into it. He felt wet and sticky in his jeans, and a part of him wanted to run away, but he was drunk and this felt amazing.
Plus, this was a part of Cody's "intensive training program" and who was he not to give it his all?
That was his only excuse for taking the kiss in deeper and swallowing Cody's groan.
Chloe woke up with the hangover from hell. She tried to think of what had happened the night before, but after a certain point her mind totally blanked out. She blinked and realized warily that she was sleeping half on top of someone else. The girl's eyes widened and she stared up into Duke's sleeping face. His arm was around her anchoring her to him.
What the hell?
She slipped his hand off and turned to look around and found Andrew and Toby sprawled out, half falling off of her bed.
This made more sense now.
The guys would've been too drunk to go back to their places and they'd each ended up sharing beds. It also made sense that she'd ended up in Duke's bed while the other two took hers.
Relieved, Chloe sat up and groaned at the pain in her head. She made to get up but got dizzy and sat back down heavily. Her shirt was uncomfortably tight and she looked down to realize that her arms were out through the neck (which would now be horribly stretched) and the sleeves tied behind her so that it looked like she wore a tube top.
Duke made a little sound and then yawned. "Uh, um, hi."
She turned to look back at the guy who looked hella uncomfortable. He'd probably woken up to realize, like her, that they'd shared a bed. She brought her hand to her head and whimpered. "I'm never drinking that ever again."
"Agreed," he answered way too quickly for it not to be suspicious, but she let it slide due to the pain in her skull.
"Any idea why my shirt is like this?" She turned to face him.
He eyed her before his gaze lowered to her shirt. "Uh-ummm."
Obviously he had no idea either. "I am definitely never drinking that ever again." Chloe let out a groan as she slipped off of bed and then reached down to grab one of the guys' discarded shirts to pull over what she wore now. No way was she going to the bathroom like this. With her back to the bed, Chloe slipped the shirt on and then stretched up high and then bent to touch her toes as she let out a little groan. "I'm going to go and bathe."
Duke made an odd sound behind her, probably suffering from hangover as well.
Glad she wasn't the only one having a hellish morning, Chloe grabbed some clothes on her way out.