Kryptonian Nature

Rating: Adult
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, incest
Pairings: Clark/Kara, Oliver/Chloe
Summary: Clark and Kara are subjected to experiments
that cause them to temporarily lose their memories, and
fall in love, becoming mates. As Oliver and Chloe work
to help restore their memories of their past, Kara must
decide if she wants to regain her memories at all.

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She didn’t recognize the place. She didn’t know the men in white coats who casually strolled around the cage she’d woken up in six days before, dressed in white cotton scrubs. She sat staring out at them, wondering why she felt vaguely nauseas and headachy, and why none of them ever spoke to her or answered her questions. She didn’t try to touch the bars. They would only glow green and burn her hands, and make the nausea and headache worse. Not to mention a feeling of profound weakness would flood through her, so that she felt as though she would die from it.

She knew things, though she didn’t know how she knew them. Her mind was a dump of useless information that she couldn’t remember acquiring. A lock of blond hair fell across her face and she blew absently at it. It bounced away, completely untangled. None of her hair was tangled, even though she hadn’t brushed it since she had awakened in the cage six days before. As far as she knew, her entire life began at that moment, for she remembered nothing that came before it. The untangled hair was unnatural, and that was something she just knew, in her gut, the same as she knew she’d been in the cage for six days.

For the first time since she’d awakened someone approached the cage. It was a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair and deep lines that looked like brutal cuts around her eyes and mouth. The rest of her skin was weirdly smooth, and shined as though it were made of plastic, or wax, which Kara found disturbing.

“Kara. You don’t know where you are, do you?”

“Is that my name? Kara?”

“Yes.”

“Why have you caged me?”

“Do you have any inkling how long you’ve been here?”

“Six days.”

The woman nodded and scribbled something onto her clipboard. “That’s correct. How did you know that? Did someone tell you?”

“No. Who are you? Why have you caged me?”

The woman smiled, but it was phony. Kara could see that the smile didn’t reach beyond the woman’s razor thin lips.

“You’re a very special person, Kara, who has hurt a great number of innocent people. You and the other one did.”

Kara felt her stomach tighten. This was a lie, she was sure of it. She wouldn’t hurt anyone innocent. And what other one did she refer to?”

“No.”

“Yes, I’m afraid so. To keep from being sentenced to death, you and the other one like you agreed to submit to experiments so that we can understand how you work, and what makes you different from normal people.”

Kara shook her head, but didn’t object. The woman was lying, Kara was sure, though she wasn’t as certain about that as she was about the amount of time she’d been in the cage. She didn’t know by her instincts if the woman was lying or not.

“Why can’t I remember who I am?”

“It’s safer this way, for all involved. You’re not violent and dangerous now, like you would be with your memories. We need to keep it that way, or the deal will be called off, and the government will have to execute you and your partner.”

Another man in a white coat cleared his throat. He stood at a computer console near the cage. “She’s peaking, and he’s reacting.”

“Kara, your hormones peak every seven days. Do you know why that is?”

“It’s when I’m most fertile,” she said, and immediately regretted it. Her instinct was to keep her mouth shut and tell them nothing about her. The woman smiled.

“Thank you, Kara. You’ll have company soon, and when he arrives, we may let you out of the cage, okay? Or he may find a way to get in.”

“Get in?”

Kara didn’t like the way the woman spoke of this company she was getting. It sounded as though they were planning on letting a wild animal in with her. She had no idea in that moment how close to the truth that was.

****

Six days he’d been in that chair. He didn’t know why, he didn’t know how he’d gotten there, but he did know that he was weak, sick, and angry. His head had been put into some kind of metal device that wouldn’t allow him to move it, and his arms and legs had been strapped down. He’d defecated himself so many times that the stench no longer bothered him.

In front of him, on the screen, images flashed by almost too quickly for his mind to process them. Almost, but not quite. One face, a pretty blond woman, flashed every ten frames, while the rest of the imagery was pure erotica. Drawings, paintings, snapshots, even video, of couples engaging in acts of sex and violence played twenty four hours a day. His muscles were tired from straining, but the urge to find the only steady face in the constantly changing montage of images drove him to break free, to find her, and do the things to her that he saw on the screen. Sometimes he swore he could smell her, even under the stench of his own shit and piss.

A man entered the room, handsome and young with light blond hair and a beard. He didn’t react to the God awful smell in the room. “Hello, Clark. How are you this morning?”

Clark growled in response. He wanted to kill the man. For all he knew, this man had put him here, had caged him like an animal, and would take the woman that was his, somewhere out there. His mate. She waited for him, longed for him, and this man was a threat to finding her.

Suddenly the images stopped. Clark’s eyes hurt, and ghostly shadows danced across the backs of his eyelids where the images had once been. It took awhile, but the ghosts began to fade. His head was also released from the restraint, though his hands and legs remained securely fastened to the chair with handcuffs that glowed green in the darkness of the room.

“I have good news. We’re letting you out of here. We’re going to get you cleaned up and smelling good, and then we’re letting you out. It’s time to find the girl of your dreams.”

The man left the room, shutting a door behind him. Several green strips of light lit up in the walls, and then the cuffs that bound him to the chair sprang free. His body aching, Clark stood up on wobbly legs, and then collapsed. One of the strips faded away, leaving only two glowing, and strength flooded back into his limbs. Behind him he heard the sound of rushing water, and he knew what it was for. There was a shower there, and there was soap.

He ran over, hurriedly scrubbing the embarrassing muck of urine and feces from his body. He rinsed and lathered up four times, enough to wipe all smell from his body, leaving him feeling less like an animal and more like a man. But the images he’d seen over the past six days played through his mind, and he remembered in startling detail the lovely face of the stranger that had been the one constant through the maddening flashes of light and shadow. Kara. That had been the name they’d given her. Kara. He had to find Kara. It was imperative he find her.

The door opened, and Clark saw his chance to escape. Taking it, he stepped into the hall, which was done in black marble dark gray walls. The only color was from the green strips that made him feel sick when he approached them. He stayed in the center of the hall, and took a deep breath. He could smell her. Taking one deep breath after another, Clark followed his instincts until he reached the end of the hall. He had to take several turns, like he was in a maze, and he didn’t meet another soul on the way, but he finally came to a dead end, a door with a small square of glass in the center. Looking in, he saw her inside, sitting in a cage wearing a white outfit, looking alert and a little frightened. Trying the handle, the door opened.

****

For the first time in six days Kara was completely alone in the massive room that held her cage. Everyone had left. Several green bands had lit up in the walls, and her cage was now solid white, save for a few green strips lining the floor. She could feel her skin begin to tingle, her senses were waking up, and she could sense someone coming. A man. The only door to the room opened, and he appeared, looking at her with wild eyes. Was that Clark? Was that the man they said she’d been violent with? She saw a row of glass windows above her, and though she couldn’t see them, she knew the people in white coats were watching them. What games were they playing now?”

“Clark?”

“Kara.”

His voice was a growl, and she wondered if he understood how inhuman he sounded. He was producing a smell that reached her all the way across the room. Musky and heavy and hormonal. Sexual. His eyes, which had been gray when he first entered the room were now looking almost rosy with color. He approached her, naked and moving in a crouch, as though ready for a rival to attack. His strangely bright eyes moved around the room, then back to her, then back around the room.

“Come,” he said. “Come to me.”

Kara felt a sense of excitement and revulsion. They shouldn’t mate. It was wrong somehow. He was wrong for her. But he was also like her. She knew that on a level so deep she could never name it. They were the same, but they weren’t right. He didn’t’ seem to be aware of this. All he was aware of was his animalistic need to mate while she was at her most fertile.

“Go away,” she said, backing away from him. He looked hurt by the rejection.

“Need you,” he said.

“No. I don’t want you.”

“Mine!” He said, slamming his fist into the glass of the cage. It cracked.

Oh, God, he’s going to get in!

“I’m not yours, now go away!”

“My mate. Mine!” he shouted angrily. Looking at the crack he’d made he hit the same spot again, making Kara whimper in fear. She backed away to the furthest corner as Clark continued to pound on the glass until his hand was bloody. He jumped when something clanged to the floor behind him. Looking up, Kara saw that a door high above was slamming shut. Someone had thrown in a crowbar.

“Don’t help him!” Kara shouted fearfully, but no one offered a word of encouragement. Clark seized the crowbar and turned back to the cage, his eyes glued to her and no longer darting around the room.

“Go away!” Kara shouted. She tried to sound commanding but instead sounded like a frightened child.

“I love you,” Clark said. “You’re my mate.”

He was forming better sentences, but Kara didn’t care if he sounded like a caveman or not. She wasn’t going to mate with him. Somehow it was just wrong. She wondered why it felt wrong. Was it because she didn’t remember him? Was it because she was afraid he’d hurt her? Was she afraid of the act itself? She couldn’t remember ever having mated before. The woman had described Clark as her partner. Did that mean they’d mated before and she just couldn’t recall?

Whatever her reasons, Kara didn’t want Clark. He seemed violent, and hell bent on taking her. He attacked the glass of the cage with savage fury that made tears sting at her eyes. He was strong. So very strong, and he wasn’t completely in control of himself. He was beyond reason, and if he got in, he was going to rape her.

He broke through in seconds and discarded the crowbar on the floor of the cage. Crouching on his knees, he stared at her, only a few feet away. Slowly, he held up a hand.

“Come. Mate.”

Sniffling, she shook her head. “No.”

Clark felt at war with himself; his intellect struggled against the animalistic need that gripped his body. Instinct said to hell with what his woman wanted, or didn’t want, just take her and satisfy his lusts. She would resist at first, but as time went on, the more he came to her the more she would accept him. And if she didn’t…well…too bad for her.

He studied Kara. She had a face that was familiar to him on a very deep level. He knew her, damn it. He just couldn’t remember her. That drove him crazy. What was wrong with her, though? Why didn’t she want him? Was he deficient in some ay? Was there another man she preferred? The blond man had wielded power over them both. He’d caged them, tied them down, and controlled them. Perhaps Kara desired him because he’d been able to control Clark so easily. Clearly this blond man was the more powerful of the two. If so, Clark would have to find a way to kill the blond man, preferably in front of Kara, showing her that he was the better choice for a mate.

“Why?” Clark asked. He could smell Kara, and it was like taking a drug. She was beautiful, and intoxicating, and he began to burn with lust for her.

“I don’t know you,” she said finally, after a long pause.

“We’re the same. We are to mate.”

Stubbornly, she shook her head.

Clark was losing patience with Kara. “You will, or I will make you!”

Her eyes slid to the massive hole he’d beaten into the cage, and Clark quickly put himself between her and her only route of escape. Then he began to inch toward her, reaching out for her foot, jerking back when she’d kick him away.

“I don’t want to, so go away, Clark!”

“You’re ready. I can smell it.”

It was true that she was at her most fertile (and she still wished she could understand just how she knew that), but she didn’t want to be with this man. Not with people watching, at any rate.

“They’re watching us,” she said.

Clark looked up at the window where he could sense that he and Kara were being observed. He just didn’t care, not like her. So what if they watched?

“So,” he said.

“I won’t,” Kara insisted. She’d also let her guard down, and with a lightning fast movement, Clark’s hand reached out and snatched at the hem of her pants; catching a fistful of it, he pulled, yanking them down almost to her knees. He saw her womanhood, the soft pink flesh, and he felt his dick harden.

Kara cried out in embarrassment and scooted forward, managing to pull her pants back up, but the damage had been done. Clark was inflamed with need now, and she could see it. She grabbed for the crowbar, but he took it from her and pulled her from the cage, going over to the wall just below the window.

“They can’t see us now,” he said.

Kara didn’t know how, but she believed they could, and she felt tears of fear and frustration slip down her cheeks. “Yes, they can. Please, Clark, let me go!”

Clark sank a hand into Kara’s long, luxuriant hair and pulled it back, and for a moment he remembered the face of another woman who’d had blond hair. He knew, instinctively, that she’d wanted him to mate with her. But the image was fleeting, and he could feel Kara struggling in his grip. She was real, not some half-remembered face that could have been among the thousands of women that had flashed before his eyes in the room he’d been kept for the past six days.

“You’re in heat,” he growled, pulling her forward and breathing in her scent. It was like sniffing some sort of drug that made him feel high. He flicked his tongue out and onto her flesh. It was soft, and tasted of something inhuman that he couldn’t name, but knew that it was something familiar from a time he could no longer remember. She was like him, in so many ways, on a physical level.

Since she didn’t object, Clark pressed his lips to her neck, kissing softly at first, but then with more urgency. Moving from her neck, he found the delicate line of her jaw, and then smothered her lips with his. She allowed it, but wouldn’t open her mouth like he wanted her to, and he pulled back, feeling irritated.

“Kiss me.”

She was still crying, and for some reason that just made him harder.

“Let me do this, instead,” said Kara.

Clark felt one soft, warm hand wrap around his achingly hard cock. He hissed, and then moaned as she began to stroke him. He leaned in for another kiss, but she turned her head away. She looked disgusted by what she was doing, but he didn’t care. It felt so damn good. He could imagine what it would feel like inside of her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, wondering where the word came from, and what it meant. He wasn’t sure, but he liked the sound of it, the feel of it in his mouth. It sounded dirty, and good for what they were doing.

Kara was working him with both hands now, one hand stroking his cock, the other cupping and stroking his balls. She worked steadily, and insistently until he could hold back no longer and he came in a thick stream that covered the front of her shirt, and some of it spilling on her hands, burning hot. As Clark began to come down, he realized he’d been screaming from the orgasm.

Now that he was finished, he released Kara and fell back. She scrambled away from him, looking down at the mess he’d made on her clothes and hands, her face full of disgust.

“Ew,” she said, wiping her hands on her pants.

Satisfied, Clark wanted to sleep, so he crawled off and faced the wall, his body covered in sweat, and almost immediately fell asleep.

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