His Name in the Green

His Name in the Green

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters. I also do not own the idea of Poison Ivy. She is one of my favorite villains of all time.

Summary: A young botanist has a little accident in his green house and later sees Smallville ripe for the greening. This will have male/male parings, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There will also be some very strong language, just because I like using it.

Chapter Nine

Lana was starting to get really pissed with Whitney. Hell, she was beyond pissed. Where the hell was he? Her night was ruined.

He was supposed to have called her after practice and he never had. She has been calling his cell phone and has left him at least six messages to call her as soon as possible. Where the hell could he be?

She looked up from her magazine and sighed. She was getting tired of being second to a damn football. She was sick and tired of always waiting for him to come around. It was time for him to make a choice. It was either going to be her or that goddamn football.

“Sweetheart,” her Aunt Nell said coming into her room, “Aren’t you going out?”

Lana looked at her clock, “Not tonight.”

“But, Lana,” her Aunt said completely scandalized at the thought, “It is a Friday night.”

“So,” Lana said in a huff, “I have homework.”

Nell rolled her eyes, “Can’t that wait?”

Lana sighed, “Goodnight…”

“Fine,” Nell said with a chuckle, “When you wake up an old woman don’t come complain at my grave.”

Lana watched her close the door and that was when she threw a pillow at Whitney’s picture on her desk. Her Aunt Nell could be such a total airhead. Now she was going to be pissed for the rest of the night.

The moment that idiot calls, she is going to tell him that it is over. She did not have time to just wait around. She had a life to, damn it!

“It’s over,” she hissed at his fallen picture and stormed out of her room.

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Chloe was working late at the Torch and she was hotter than hellfire. She had found Clark’s little note that had been stuck right on her computer monitor. She was going to strangle him until he pees on himself the next time she sees him.

Oh, how the world did tremble when the blonde goddess was angry. How could he do this to her? She had really liked Dustin.

Dustin’s mine and there is nothing you can do about it. So, picture me sticking my tongue out at you in triumph as I skip away with him in my arms.

Oh, she was so fucking pissed!

But, why was she so upset about this? It was Dustin’s choice after all. It was because Clark had not waited around. He had simply gone after the prize.

Wait! Since when the hell had Clark Kent gotten a backbone? He was always fumbling and bumbling around the Little Miss Pretty Lana Lang. Hell, that clumsy farmboy was always saying hello to the ground when in her presence. So, how in the hell had he impressed Dustin so? Grace was not on his resume.

But, he had looked so wolfish and dark earlier today. He had looked graceful and poised. It was no wonder Dustin had been swept off his feet by the Big Bad Wolf.

But, how did Clark find the balls to just go and do it? She had not even had the chance to see Dustin at all today. Oh, that’s right. The two of them skipped most of their classes and lunch.

Kent was monopolizing Dustin! Holy crap! She was starting to think of Dustin like Clark use to think of Lana. This was bad. The only guy she would ever seriously think about screwing the life out of had been Clark Kent. Now, it was the beautiful Dustin Thorn.

Speaking of which, it looks like Lana has some competition in the beauty department. Dustin could really give her looks a run for their money.

All of a sudden she caught a dark shadow move in the corner of her eye. She jumped up and almost hurled the computer mouse at the intruder.

“Pete,” she shrieked and threw the mouse down in an outraged huff, “What in the hell are you doing?”

His eyes were as big as saucers, “Sorry, Chloe,” he stuttered in slight fear of the feral blonde, “I’m trying to find where I felt my gift for Kelly. I can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

“Kelly,” Chloe asked with a raised brow and folded arms over her beasts, “The cheerleader?”

“Captain of the cheerleading squad,” Pete corrected and even checked the flowerpots that looked cracked, “Have you seen it?”

“Every pep rally,” Chloe smiled.

“Not that,” Pete snapped, “My gift.”

“Nope,” she said and took a seat only to jump back up when a really loud cry echoed down the hallway to her ears.

“Chloe,” Pete yelled as she ran out of the room, “We don’t know what’s going on!”

“Exactly why I’m running,” she yelled back.

“In the direction of the scream,” Pete shouted as he took off after her, “Chloe, come back here this instant!”

She zipped around the corner in a blonde blur and he followed her with a protesting growl. Damn, that skinny little blonde could run.

Oh, hell to the nah! She so did not just go into the boy’s locker room. That was like a man’s sacred space. This was such a violation.

He quickly ran in after her and almost doubled over when the smell assaulted his nose. What in the hell had died?

He heard a gasp and made his way to the shower area where he had to turn around and gag. The sight that lay before him was something out of a horror movie.

Chloe could not believe her eyes. There were the remains of a dead body before her, and it did not look real at all.

The torso and face were a melted pile of fleshy goo mixed with organs poking through in a creamy like soup fashion. It looked as though the flesh had just melted from the bones as if by some strong acid.

The legs and arms were just laying there in the fleshy soup, dripping at the stumps. Flies were all over the legs and hands.

Chloe held her nose and stepped forward to see in horror that there was a familiar tattoo of thorns going around a hairy right ankle. She bit her bottom lip in order to keep from screaming like a little girl.

“You,” Chloe said as she spun around to look at Kevin who was frozen in horror, “Call the sheriff.”

Kevin could not take his eyes off the flies that were crawling all over the pale feet and Chloe slapped his shoulder, “Get to it, Kevin!”

He took a stumbling step back and took off running from the room with a yelp.

Chloe mad her way over to Pete to make sure that he was all right. He looked ashen and she knew that he was really scared. Hell, she was too.

“Come on,” she aid and held onto his arm, “Let’s get out of here.”

Neither one of them looked back, but that did not mean they could not hear the buzzing of those flies.

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“We’re on top of the world,” Clark said as he pulled Dustin up to sit next to him, “Just look at all that.”

The two of them were sitting side by side on top of the revolving globe at the top of the Daily Planet. There were so many lights and they were revolving around with the globe as well. So, the scenery was constantly changing.

Dustin pretended to be scared and held onto Clark’s muscular arm. He heard a deep chuckle and fought not to role his eyes.

“This is one of my favorite spots to come to when I want to get away from the world,” Clark said as he pointed to a plain in the sky, “To feel like I’m flying away from all the crap that’s here.”

“So, you climb to the top,” Dustin smiled and poked him in the chest with a knuckle.

“I’ve never brought anyone here before,” Clark said with a smile, “You’re the first.”

That was little wonder to Dustin. He thought they were going to get caught by security for sure, but Clark knew some pretty neat tricks.

He rested his head on Clark’s broad shoulder and Clark rested his on top of his. Dustin smiled sadly and looked at the city of metal and stone that had been built up out of the blood of Nature. It was ugly and he hated it.

The humans thought that they had the power to tame the will of Nature. He was going to break down their protective barriers and teach them otherwise. This city and all others like it will return to Nature.

“So,” Dustin asked, “Where is your number one spot to escape the evils of this world?”

“I’ll take you there,” Clark said as he raised his head up to look down at him, “For a kiss.”

Dustin suddenly felt vulnerable. He was up really high and was surrounded by towers of glass and steel. There was hardly any Green to come to his aid here.

“Don’t be so damn stupid,” he ranted to himself, “Clark would never try and hurt you.”

“No,” Dustin said and looked away from him, “I’m not ready.”

“Why,” Clark asked and was suddenly feeling hurt and rejected, “What if I take you to my number one spot now?”

“No,” Dustin said and refused to look at him, “I can’t kiss you.”

Clark’s eyes began to glow red and he quickly looked away as well. He wanted Dustin. He wanted him so very much. What did he have to do to prove it?

“Fine,” Clark said suddenly getting to his feet, “I see what you’re doing.”

“What,” Dustin asked turning to look up at him in confusion.

“You’re just like her,” he hissed and began to climb down, “Always stringing me along like some kicked puppy.”

“No,” Dustin said getting to his feet as well, “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Right,” Clark laughed, “That’s what she said.”

“Who,” Dustin asked down at him.

“Lana,” Clark boomed and continued climbing down to suddenly mimic Lana’s sweet voice, “It’s not you, Clark, it’s me.”

Dustin would have laughed if this had not been so serious. Clark really thought that he was just doing this for kicks. That was so far from the truth it made him dizzy.

“Clark,” Dustin shouted down as he began to climb down after him, “Just stop.”

“No,” Clark yelled looking up at that nice ass in those dark leather pants, “You’re doing the same thing that she did.”

“I am not,” Dustin shouted and started to climb down faster, “Why is a kiss so important to you?”

“Because,” Clark yelled.

“Because isn’t good enough for me,” Dustin shouted as he looked down, “How do I know you just don’t want to get this leather of me, huh?”

Clark suddenly felt scandalized. Of course he wanted that tight leather off him, but not for the reasons he was thinking. He wanted to touch and caress every inch of his perfect body.

“It helps me to feel,” Clark yelled, “And I would never do that to you! I’m not like other guys!”

Dustin froze. He was thinking of how Whitney had grinded his cock against his ass before he had killed him.

“Why,” Clark yelled up at him, “Why won’t you kiss me?”

“Because,” Dustin yelled without thinking, “I’m protecting you!”

“From what,” Clark asked in confusion only to feel the latter start to vibrate. Something was very, very wrong here.

Dustin looked up and his eyes widened as bolts started to come loose. The latter jerked violently and he lost his footing as the latter started to fall over with him.

His feet were dangling at least forty feet from the roof below and he could not get his footing back. The latter was swaying over at an angle where he couldn’t.

“Hold on,” Clark yelled up at him and began climbing.

Dustin rolled his eyes, “Like I’m going to let go!”

He had the strength of the Green flowing through his veins. So, he was not going anywhere.

“You know what I mean,” Clark snapped only for the latter to jerk as he got higher, “Just stay still.”

Dustin looked up to see another bolt go flying out and the latter started to fall only to jerk with another violent stop.

“Clark,” Dustin yelled as he looked past his dangling feet, “Just get down!”

“And leave you,” Clark shouted, “Are you crazy?”

“You’ll die,” Dustin yelled.

“And you won’t,” Clark retorted.

Dustin looked down and quickly made up his mind. The fall would not kill him, but it was going to hurt like hell. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do if he was conscious after this.

He closed his eyes and let go. The wind roared all around his falling form. If he had held on, Clark might have fallen with him. That latter would not have held the two of them.

He waited for the pain, but it did not come. He took a slow breath and opened his eyes to see that Clark was holding him in his arms.

Dustin let out that deep breath he had been holding and Clark gave him a worried smile, “I told you to hold on.”

Dustin looked around and then up at the tall latter, “How did you…?”

“Save your life,” Clark asked and gently sat him down on his feet to look him over, “I told you I can do anything.”

On the inside, Clark was so fucking happy. Dustin had let go in order to keep them both from falling. That meant that he did feel for him.

“You let go,” Clark said and pulled him close to nuzzle a pale cheek, “Because you did not want me to get hurt.”

“You,” Dustin said and was squeezing Clark’s arms, “Caught me in a blink…”

“In a blink,” Clark nodded.

Clark had saved him. He had risked dying to save him and revealed that he might be meteor infected like him. This was so amazing.

“I’m sorry,” Dustin said as he rested his head against Clark’s broad chest, “I didn’t mean to make you think that I was stringing you along.”

“I just saved your life,” Clark smiled and moved backwards with him, “How about a little kiss for your savior, huh?”

Dustin was about to decline but Clark stopped him with a shake of his head. He gently caressed a pale, creamy smooth jaw with a big hand, and began to kiss that smooth neck.

Dustin closed his eyes and fought not to move his hands under Clark’s tight shirt. He wanted to rake his nails across that broad back just to hear Clark hiss his name.

Dustin opened his eyes to see those pouting full lips only an eyelash length from his. He felt those big hands glide down his silk covered back to grip his leather tight ass and gave those hidden ivory white cheeks a firm squeeze. He let out a yelp and froze in horror when his lips connected with Clark’s.

His emerald green eyes were wide with horror as Clark slowly deepened the kiss. A few seconds later Clark pulled away and Dustin wanted to run away and scream in agony. He wanted to claw his face and shriek with terror.

“See,” Clark smiled and freed that long rose red hair from its ponytail, “It wasn’t so scary, now was it?”

“No,” Dustin said in awe as he touched his lips, “It was wonderful.”

“How come you are not freaked out about me,” Clark asked.

“How come you’re not dead right now,” Dustin wanted to ask him.

Dustin looked up at him with his fingers still on his lips, “Should I be? You saved my life.”

He was not dead. How come he was not dead? Anybody else would be violently convulsing on the ground and pissing themselves right about now as they died a horrible death. He could still remember that poor mailman. That had been a total accident. He had used just a little too much of his magic spores.

“I’m different,” Clark said and coiled some of that long red hair around a golden finger, “Everyone is afraid of different.”

“You saved my life,” Dustin grinned and kissed that big hand without fear, “You could turn green and sprout antennas…and you’d still be the man who saved my life.”

Clark held his face in his hands and kissed those full cherry red lips that tasted of something wild and deadly, “Be my boyfriend?”

Dustin snorted and put his hands on Clark’s,” What?”

“Be my boyfriend,” Clark asked again and pulled him until there was no room between them, “Wear my ring?”

Dustin smiled as he looked at the pretty ring, “Okay.”

Clark kissed him again while pulling off his ring.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.