Pretty Shiny

Pretty Shiny
Flora Winters

I do not own anything from Buffy or Smallville.

Summary: Glory will do anything to get her hands on a shiny octagonal key. This key will allow her to open a portal so she can use Dawn's blood once more to try and get home. A certain alien just so happens to possess the item she is after. Can this God of the cornpatch stand in the way of an almighty pissed off Hellbitch while he falls madly in love with the man she is trapped in?

This is not a Clarkie the Vampire Slaying Alien or anything like that. This is a Buffy/Smallville crossover.

Chapter Nine

Glory’s eyes were glowing with a burning rage that at one time could have melted the flesh from one’s bones, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me Dumpling,” Martha said as she gracefully kicked her upside the head which sent her flying across the room to break through a table, “Not to call me names to my face.”

Clark was holding a shaking Ben in his arms while he watched his mother kick some serious divine ass. What in the hell was going on?

“Armath,” Jonathan shouted which got his wife’s attention.

“What,” she asked looking at her consort, “She was going to kill my baby.”

“I’m going to do more than that,” Glory hissed as she ran forward and punched Martha right in the nose, “Mother!”

Clark’s jaw dropped and Lana was struggling to free her hands. He used his heat vision to burn through her ropes and she quickly went to move Chloe out of the warring Gods way.

Glory jumped back when she realized that her fist hit something that was completely resilient to her powers. Martha smiled at her and asked, “Did you bite off more than you could chew again sweetheart?”

“Armath,” Jonathan called again as he stood up snapping his restraints as if they were made out of silly string, “You never were patient.”

“Now look here Athjanon,” she said in a huff, “You know well enough that she could have just killed our baby.”

“This is his fight,” he said even thought he was grateful that his son alright, “We are only meant to watch and wait.”

“Time to change my rules,” she said keeping her eyes on her rebellious daughter, “Too much is at stake to keep playing Stepford.”

Glory screamed, “How fucking dare you two cunts to do this to me!”

“Shut up,” Armath snapped like a lightning bolt from the dark heavens, “Or I’ll make your punishment more severe.”

“Fuck you,” Glory screamed and suddenly smacked Clark across the head and held Ben up by the neck, “Give me that fucking key!”

“Stop,” Clark shouted over the noise, “Don’t hurt him!”

“Then give me the fucking key you little shit,” Glory cried as Ben kicked and gasped for air, “Or I’m going to snap this little cunt in two!”

Chloe slowly opened her eyes to look up and see Lana smiling down at her with relief on her face when she heard Lex groan. She quickly set up to hear Clark yell, “Let him go and I’ll give you the key!”

“No,” Athjanon shouted like thunder, “You mustn’t do that son.”

“Do it,” Glory said as Ben’s frantic kicks started to slow as his face turned a deep red, “Or I keep squeezing the life from him.”

“Here,” Clark said holding it out to her, “Take it.”

She released Ben who fell to the floor gasping for air to soothe his burning lungs. Clark dropped the key and raced to Ben as Lana yelled, “Everyone cover your ears, now!”

She suddenly threw the mandrake spell and covered her ears as it shattered against the ground. The scream of the mandrake filled the house and Glory fell to her knees screaming in agony.

Ben was holding his ears and Clark was doing the same. Clark turned to see his parents just looking down at Glory with what looked like sadness in their burning eyes.

Lex felt like his head was going to explode as did everyone else who were squeezing their ears as tightly as they could. Glory scrambled to her feet and ran blindly through the wall trying to get away from the cursed spell and was gone, key forgotten.

The scream suddenly died and everyone was a little reluctant to remove their hands from their ears. Clark quickly pulled Ben into his arms and Chloe crawled over to get the key.

Lana helped Lex to his feet and they turned to look at the elder Kent’s wondering just what the fuck were they. Clark had a million thoughts racing through his head, and none of them were making and sense whatsoever.

Armath and Athjanon were looking at each other with blazing eyes. They not know whether to be relieved that their rebellious daughter did not get the key or to be pissed that she escaped them.

“Mom,” Clark asked with some real fear in his voice because of how stern and inhuman the both of them were looking right now, “Dad?”

Both suddenly snapped out of each others mind and turned to look at their baby, “Yes sweetheart?”

He scooted back slightly from them and Armath would have cried had Athjanon not soothed her raging mind, “Ben’s hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Ben rasped even though he did feel like crap.

“Sweetheart,” Armath said kneeling down to take a look at Clark, “Please don’t look at me like that, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Clark said looking into her eyes that were reflecting just how afraid he looked right now, “You just scared me.”

Her hand trembled at hearing that but she quickly steadied it. After all, it was the hand that shaped the Hell Dimensions.

Athjanon walked over to Chloe and held out his mighty left hand that ignited millions of lost souls into flames daily. She quickly dropped the key into it and it vanished just like that. He smiled at the three young people and spoke, “Forget.”

Chloe shook her head looking around and shouted, “Wow, it worked!”

“It did,” Lana beamed happily as she kissed her, “It worked great.”

“It really did,” Lex said looking at the mess all around them that was going to take forever to clean up, “I guess she won’t be back from awhile.”

“Mrs. Kent,” Lana asked, “Are you and Mr. Kent alright?”

Clark just held onto Ben not wanting to piss his pants. His dad had just zapped his friend’s memories. He was too afraid to say anything and why were the walls moving?

“We’re fine,” Athjanon smiled warmly, “Thank you for saving us Lana.”

“It was with Chloe’s help,” she said while Chloe beamed brightly, “It was a great spell.”

“It really was,” Armath agreed and noticed her son holding onto Ben with his eyes squeezed shut. She really had scared her baby. This most certainly would not do.

“Clark,” Chloe asked touching his shoulder which made him jump, “Are you okay?”

“I…I’m fine,” he stuttered as he hid his face behind Ben’s broad back, “I just feel sick is all.”

“Honey,” Armath asked only for Clark to suddenly loose his grip around Ben’s waist and fell flat on his back with everyone shouting his name.

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Glory fell to her knees in the gardens outside her hidden estate. Blood was oozing from both her ears to trickle down her cheeks and matted in her blonde locks. Every nerve in her divine body screamed in pain. She was a God and this spell hurt like a mother.

Speaking of Mother, she almost screamed. Her mother and father are here on this plane. Clark was her little sibling and she was going to fucking kill him.

She tried to get to her feet and fell flat on her face. This was so fucking humiliating. She truly was a God damned. Where the fuck was her little scabs when she fucking needed them the most?

“Fuck,” she hissed as she laid there not being able to move in the fresh green grass, “I almost had my key.”

“Glory,” a soft voice asked and she slowly looked up to Dawn standing before her all pale and beautiful, “What’s wrong? Are you bleeding?”

“Dawnie,” Glory hissed in pain and she hated herself because her voice sounded pleading, “Help me.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she said hesitantly, “But I can try.”

Glory smiled secretly as she felt those soft hands struggle to help her to her feet. She leaned against Dawn as she helped her inside to lie down on the sofa.

Dawn moved to leave and Glory gently caught her pale wrist, “Stay?”

“Okay,” She said and slowly raised her gown so she could kneel down at the side next to her.

Glory gently combed her golden fingers through Dawn’s soft dark hair. She was going to make Dawnie her Queen. She was going to seal away her parents. She was going to destroy Clark. She was going to snap Ben like a twig and kill those pesky kids. Oh, her mind was a terrible place to be right now.

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Ben was lying next to Clark on the bed in Clark’s room. He had been so scared when Clark has just fallen back like that. He looked over to see the two rulers of the Hell dimensions sitting at the foot of the bed looking at their son.

Armath was screaming telepathically at her consort, “He has never looked at me like that before!”

“My head,” Athjanon moaned in mock agony, “Oh, my aching head.”

“Silence,” she snapped angrily, “He hates me!”

“He does not,” he said soothingly, “He is confused and frightened is all.”

“I don’t ever want him to look at me like that again,” she raged, “He looked at me as if I were about to smash him!”

“Do calm down,” Athjanon’s said all balmy, “My head simply can’t take much more.”

“I am calm,” she exploded like a raging volcano, “This is me being calm!”

“Hush,” he said gently in her fiery mind, “He’ll come around once he understands what’s happening now.”

“Do you think he can handle it,” she asked turning her divine gaze on the child of her heart, “Do you think he will still love me?”

“Us,” he corrected, “He will still love us.”

She took his hand and trembled, “I’ll reveal my true face and incinerate this tiny world if I lose him Athjanon.”

“You will not,” he snorted even though he knew she could if she chose to do so at any time, “You love him too much to destroy all that he holds dear.”

A tear fell from her eye and he wiped it gently away, “He loves us too much my Beloved to ever turn from us.”

She smiled down at her golden bliss, “Please wake up sweetheart.”

Ben really wanted to try and kill the two of them for the life they made his suffer. But he knew they could simply snap him in two and make Clark forget he even existed. He ran his fingers through Clark’s soft hair and Clark began to softly stir a little.

Ben smiled when he softly opened his eyes and his dark lashes fluttered a few times looking around with a confused expression, “What happened?”

Ben was about to answer only for Clark’s mother to ask, “Sweetheart?”

Clark pushed himself up to look at his mother who looked like she had been crying. Did he make her cry? What is she? How was she able to hide what she was from him? Why did he have to live like the freak? He was hurt and confused. All the terrible things that ever happened and they could have stopped it all.

He looked at Ben whose neck was completely healed. Had his parents done that? Ben saw him frowning and asked, “What is it?”

“I’m sorry,” he said looking at him.

“For what,” Ben asked only for Clark to reach out and touch his neck.

“I’m okay,” he said with a soft smile, “Your mother fixed me right up.”

“Where is everyone else,” he asked looking around.

“In the kitchen,” Athjanon said softly, “Eating all our good food.”

“Are they okay,” Clark asked looking at his dad, “You didn’t hurt them?”

“Of course not,” Armath whispered sadly, “You love them and so we love them.”

“I just made them forget what they saw,” Athjanon said while combing his fingers through his wife’s hair, “For their protection and sanity.”

Clark shook a little and asked, “What are you?”

“Your parents,” Athjanon said simply.

“I know that,” Clark told them, “But what are you?”

He looked at his mother who decided that it really was time that he knew everything. It was his choice to make of it what he would at the end of the tale.

“We are Gods,” she said, “And your biological parents.”

“What,” he asked feeling that dizzy spell coming on again. It really was a good thing that he was laying down on the bed.

“What about Jor-El and Lara,” he asked.

“Constructions of our will,” Athjanon said softly, “A temptation as the humans call it.”

“We wanted to know that if you had the choice between us and the road to ultimate power through Jor-El,” Armath said, “That you would choose us, which you have done multiple times already.”

“We know that Glory who is your big sister found a way to free herself from her prison for short periods of time,” Athjanon said, “So we rode the meteor shower down with you in order to keep an eye on her and to give you a normal life.”

“We implanted false memories into the minds of the citizens here so that they would believe that the Kent’s had always been here in Smallville,” Armath said, “And we erased any memories of those who saw the things they didn’t need to see.”

“But,” Clark interrupted, “All the pain and misery caused by this?”

“Made you the kind soul you are today,” she said, “We wanted a child who would love and cherish life.”

“But you’re Hell Gods,” Ben said before Clark could open his mouth to ask about the second meteor shower and why it had to happen only now did he realize it was to get Glory here, “Evils beyond evils.”

“We’re Gods,” Athjanon said looking at him, “Our ways are above mortal understanding.”

“Then everything that’s ever happened,” Clark said, “Has all been a lie.”

“No,” Armath said, “Tests, trials, to make you understand that life is precious and should not be taken for granted.”

“Glory sees humans and every other living creature in the universes as her playthings,” Athjanon said looking out the window, “She killed, destroyed, maimed, and made nightmares dance before the eyes of her countless victims before she tortured them and she is still doing so.”

“She is uncontrollable,” Armath added, “She cares for nothing but her own vanity.”

“What about all the people who have died meaninglessly in the first and second meteor shower that you two caused,” he asked.

“Death is not meaningless,” Armath told him, “Each death has shaped you, molded you, and made you are better being.”

“Kinder, stronger, smarter,” Athjanon said.

“You have lived and you have died my Beloved,” Armath said with wet eyes, “You have experienced all the joys and sorrows of life as we never have.”

“And since you have experienced all the emotions and sensations of life,” Athjanon said tenderly, “You know that every breath a living being takes is precious.”

“You don’t take anything for granted,” Armath said, “Because you know it could be gone tomorrow.”

“We raised you the best that we could away from all the evils and nightmares of our endless hells,” Athjanon said looking into his son’s soft eyes, “We raised you in love, warmth, hope, and dreams.”

“We love you,” Armath said wanting to take him in her arms, “Just as we still love our rebellious daughter.”

“You must have done something,” Clark said looking at the two of them, “For her to turn out the way she did.”

“Actually,” Athjanon said looking at his wife, “We did nothing.”

“And that was the problem,” she said, “We made a mistake.”

“That I suffered for,” Ben said and then looked away from their expressions.

“We made you,” Armath said with glowing eyes, “And we can break you just as easily Benjamin.”

“Stop,” Clark shouted which made his mother smile, “Don’t speak to him like that ever!”

“See,” she said looking at her consort, “We did good.”

“Clark, son,” Athjanon said, “Please don’t hate us for trying to give you a life of light and love.”

“I don’t hate you,” Clark said turning from Ben to look at the two of them, “I’m just pissed with you.”

“Watch your mouth young man,” Armath boomed like thunder, “You’re still not too big to be taken across my knee.”

“Sweetheart,” Athjanon said taking her hand, “Let’s go and give him some time to think and to come up with more questions if he has them.”

She turned from him and suddenly she had Clark in her arms, “I love you so much sweetheart.”

He was frightened, but his was his mother. She loved him because she told him so and showed him that she did everyday. He slowly put his arms around her and actually squeezed with all his might for the first time in his life and not be afraid of hurting her, “I love you to, mom.”

She pulled away and looked into his eyes causing him to actually see her as she really was. She looked like a roaring furnace and she was beautiful. Her hair was living fire and her skin looked as though it was the surface of a sun with a heat that was astronomically hotter. She was so bright she could blind you if you gazed upon her for too long.

He looked past the brilliance of his mother to see that his father was her complete opposite. His hair was a roaring blue fire and his skin was like the moon with shadows clothing him. He was just as beautiful as she was.

The two of them now stood side by side and were smiling at him as he said, “Love you to, dad.”

Athjanon beamed with happiness and pride in his son, “I love you to,” he said, “We’ll be downstairs if you need us.”

The two of them left the room and Clark turned to look at Ben who seemed to be lost in his head. He poked Ben on the shoulder and he turned to look at Clark which made him smile.

“Are you okay,” Ben asked.

“I don’t know,” Clark said realizing just how huge his parents were, “How does this house hold them? Hell, how does this world hold them?”

“You,” Ben said softly, “You are what hold’s them.”

Clark leaned over and kissed him tenderly, “I was so afraid I was going to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me Clark,” Ben said with a soft smile and put a hand over Clark’s heart, “You keep me here.”

Clark grinned and Ben felt himself melt under his goofy gaze, “You always know what and when to say the right things.”

“It’s my gift,” Ben said as he pulled Clark into his arms to hold him, “And my curse.”

Clark smiled and nuzzled his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you to Clark,” Ben said and then suddenly smiled. He had love. Clark just said that he loved him.

“Ben,” Clark asked and Ben suddenly hissed in shock and bliss as Clark slid his hand down the front of his jeans to stroke his cock, “Can I?”

Before Ben could say yes he was suddenly lying flat on his back with Clark between his legs. That hot tongue was licking his shaft and then teasing his slit. Didn’t he have pants on?

He threw his head back onto the pillow and almost cried out when Clark suddenly took all of him in. His hands were clutching and fisting Clark’s hair as Clark sucked him. His mouth was so hot and that tongue was touching all the right places he didn’t even knew he had. Where in the hell had Clark learned this skill?

Clark spread Ben’s legs out further and Ben felt his toes curl as Clark took his sack in to. He stroked right down the center between his balls with that silky tongue and Ben’s eyes rolled up into his head as he grunted.

He shot like he never shot before. His seed filled Clark’s hot mouth and he swallowed it all. He shot seven to eight times and fell back on the bed in an exhausted sweat. Tremors of pleasure were still running through his long limbs as Clark softly and slowly licked him clean.

Clark climbed up the length of his body and took possession of Ben’s sweet mouth. Ben could taste himself on Clark’s tongue and that made his cock jump in excitement when he felt how hard Clark was against his stomach.

Ben slowly reached down and unzipped Clark’s pants while they were still kissing and freed his hard length. Clark moaned as Ben stroked him gently.

“Take me Clark,” Ben said pushing all memories of his rape out of his mind, “Take me now.”

“But I don’t have any,” Clark started only for Ben to squeeze his cock making him tremble in heat.

“I trust you,” Ben smiled as he took that divine mouth in his once more.

Clark slowly got Ben into position and gently began to slide his way in. Ben hissed and Clark suddenly stopped only for Ben to jump causing Clark to muffle his cry as he was suddenly all the way in. Ben bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as Clark bumped his special spot.

“Move,” Ben moaned and Clark began to gently move only for Ben to wrap his long muscular legs around him, “Faster Clark.”

Clark suddenly lost himself in the hot tightness and began to pound into Ben. Flesh was smacking flesh and Ben was biting his shirt to keep from screaming in absolute pleasure as Clark kept hitting his spot.

Clark broke out into a sweat as he felt himself reaching climax only for Ben to suddenly cry out in ecstasy as he shot all over himself with Clark planting all of his hot seed deep inside him.

Clark rested his head on Ben’s chest still in him and Ben kissed his sweat drenched head. He gently pulled out of Ben and wrapped the covers around them. Ben held onto Clark and cried to himself. He had never been so happy in all his life. He had actually made love for the first time ever and with someone who truly loved him.

Clark kissed his neck and mumbled half asleep as he wrapped his arms around Ben to pull him close, “Mine.”

“Yours,” Ben smiled as he closed his eyes for a gentle sleep to take him.

Armath and Athjanon were smiling to themselves while they listened to Lana explain a new spell she was working on and Chloe demonstrated the blinding light spell. Armath looked away from the blinded teens and slid into her consort’s mind, “We did good.”

“We really did,” he smiled as he looked at her and then turned to look up the stairs where his precious son slept with his beloved, “We really, really did.”

TBC…

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