Lust, Chapter 2

Chapter 2Chloe couldn’t wait to leave the Talon apartment. It was too full of memories for her. Everywhere she looked she saw some remnant of her cousin’s life, things she should have packed away over a month ago, but had neglected to. Touching Lois’s things was enough to make Chloe’s eyes sting with tears that turned into outright sobbing. She’d cried herself to sleep, or sick, so many times since she’d cradled her cousin’s lifeless body in her arms, and she knew she’d be doing the same thing again tonight.
 
Would this pain ever ease up? Or would she have to live with it for the rest of her life? It seemed as though it would never end, since her pain was as fresh now as it was the night she’d lost Lois.
 
Taking empty boxes into the bedroom, Chloe began pulling Lois’s clothes down, folding them, and packing them away. She thought she was doing fairly well. Tears stung at her eyes, but she blinked them back, made herself pretend she was only holding back a sneeze. If she gave in, she’d end up a sobbing mess on the floor and nothing would get accomplished. She had to do this tonight. She was moving her own things out in a week.
 
Be practical about it, Sullivan, Chloe thought. You’ve got a job to do. Be strong, like Lois would.
 
Lois would have packed Chloe’s things even with tears and snot dripping off her face. She’d been the type of person to plow through every obstacle that faced her, never to cower down and avoid. Well, unless it had to do with a man, then she was as big a coward as any other woman. Chloe wouldn’t fault Lois for that.
 
With the closet empty, boxes packed, Chloe labeled them for the local Goodwill, and then set about the task of searching the apartment for more personal items that had belonged to her cousin. In the corner desk, where Lois’s notebook computer sat, she found a bunch of papers, thoughts on articles to write, leads for stories in progress, all things Chloe was going to have to use as her own now that she was living as Lois Lane, Daily Planet reporter. She still had to learn to sign her name as Lois, and to copy Lois’s signature, as Ollie had instructed. Though she was fairly competent at the forgery, Chloe still caught herself having to scribble out a Chl before signing Lois every.single.time she signed her name.
 
The computer flared to life when Chloe turned it on. She had to crack the password, which wasn’t all that difficult. Whitesnakerulz. Chloe’s smile turned to a struggle to hold back more tears as she saw the desktop wallpaper. A photograph of Lois and Chloe, standing at in the middle of Hobs Park the previous summer, arms around one another, their faces lit up with bright, happy smiles and eyes full of promise and hope for long, happy lives.
 
“Oh, God…”
 
Still crying, Chloe went through the task of changing the desktop and erasing any and all photographic evidence of her cousin. She gathered banking information—Lois was three hundred dollars overdrawn, which made Chloe laugh through her tears—and rearranged the files into something a lot more organized that Chloe could deal with. In an hour the chaos of Lois’s computer was transformed into Chloe’s neat, orderly system.
 
Outside the sun had set. The clock on the computer read 10pm. Feeling emotionally, if not physically, drained, Chloe shut down the computer and decided to finish packing the rest of Lois’s belongings the next day after work.
 
Lying down, Chloe fell asleep in her clothes, atop the blankets, cradling a pillow that she could swear still contained the ghostly scent of her cousin’s perfume. She as completely unaware of the changes that were occurring in her own body.
 
***
Chloe wasn’t the only one dealing with tears.
 
Across town, at the Kent farm, Clark’s eyes stung with tears as well. He struggled to reach climax, his fist furiously pumping his cock. It was the fourth time that hour that he’d jerked off. His ceiling was a mess, since his orgasms were explosive enough to actually chip some of the plaster and paint away.
 
What the fuck is wrong with me? Clark wondered. He finally climaxed—it was getting easier to do each time he jerked off, which was completely wrong. It was like his body was producing sperm nonstop, filling his balls painfully until he came. If it kept up at this rate, he’d be cumming like he was urinating by sunrise.
 
“God…”
 
He panted. Chloe’s face was all he could see whenever he touched himself. He could remember the way she smelled, and he grimly realized his cock was stirring again.
 
“Please, no,” he whimpered.
 
He had to do something. He had to tell Chloe what was happening, but he was afraid to go near her. He remembered his impulse to fuck her, even against her will, and was afraid to go near her. What if he did something horrible to her? He knew he couldn’t have sex while he was fully powered. He could only be with Chloe if she were superpowered, or he lost his abilities. Since neither was likely to happen any time soon, he’d probably kill her trying to have sex with her.
 
His hand was starting to smart, though his dick was as invulnerable as always. He looked up at the ceiling, seeing something he hadn’t noticed before. His semen had a red tinge to it.
 
“Shit,” he whispered. That smell…it had something to do with red Kryptonite, he was sure of it. It was the only way to explain his raging libido and weakening self control.
 
Why didn’t I leave when I first smelled that odor? Clark thought bitterly.
 
There was a chance, though, that he’d been infected as soon as he’d entered the building, and the smell may not have had anything at all to do with it. After all, one could be poisoned by gas without ever smelling it.
 
Chloe…
 
She’d breathed it the same as he had. Whatever was wrong with him could be wrong with her too.
 
Getting out of bed, Clark decided the risk was worth it to just check on her. He had to make sure she wasn’t sick, or half dead, at her apartment. At the back of his mind it occurred to him that he should have offered to help her pack Lois’s things, but he hadn’t exactly been himself. Still wasn’t. Consideration was low on his list of priorities right now.
 
All he wanted to do was fuck.
 
Clark warned himself not to think about sex while he was around Chloe, lest he do something to hurt her. Once he was dressed, Clark sped toward the Talon.
 
***
Chloe awoke only half an hour later, disoriented. She felt as though something had shocked her. Looking around, she couldn’t find anything amiss, but the room was dark. She flipped on the bedside lamp and found the room empty.
 
She got up and padded over to the bathroom. Her body hurt. It ached all over as though she’d been squeezed by something. She went into the bathroom and flipped on the light, and sat down to pee. When she was finished, she flushed the toilet and found it was full of red.
 
“Oh, great. My period,” she said, irritated.
 
That might explain the strange tight feeling in her groin, though she’d never felt a sensation like it while on a period before. She went to the sink to wash up and find a tampon, and looked into the mirror. At once she screamed.
 
Her face was full of red lines that pulsed under her skin. Her eyes were blood red as well, even the whites were a rosy color. The lines disappeared down her neck. Pulling up her shirt, she found the red lines reappeared around her breasts and down her stomach.
 
“Oh, God!”
 
What was wrong with her?
 
The lines appeared on her arms, raced down her legs…and then disappeared. Looking back to the mirror, she saw that she looked perfectly normal. But she didn’t feel normal. She had a strange tingling sensation in her crotch, that slowly morphed into a deep, longing ache.
 
She was horny. Intensely, insanely…horny.
 
“Chloe?”
 
Clark had come to her apartment, and was outside the bathroom door.
 
“Chloe, are you okay?”
 
She threw open the door, and saw that he had the same red lines that appeared and disappeared under his skin.
 
“Chloe, your face!”
 
“Red lines?”
 
“Yeah. They’re coming and going.”
 
“You have the same thing.”
 
Clark held up his hands. He hadn’t looked at himself in the light since he’d gone to bed and fallen asleep. When he’d awakened, he was horny as hell. He saw red lines pulsing under his skin.

Chapter 1