Among Man

Among Man

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville, Kyle XY, or Stardust.

Summary: Move over Roswell. What if Kyle XY woke up in Kansas and was found by a real alien?

Chapter Ten

All the stars are coming out tonight

They’re lighting up the sky tonight

For you, for you-

All the stars are coming out tonight

They’re lighting up the sky tonight

For you, for you-

--TAKE THAT

Kyle was lying in Clark’s bed and rolled over when he heard the door softly open to the room. He smiled when he saw that it was Clark sneaking in. He quickly began to pretend that he was asleep.

He listened to the sound of Clark’s bare feet padding softly across the wooden floor over to where he was lying. A gentle hand gripped his arm and softly shook him. That hand was so big and it was so warm against his flesh.

He silently rolled over and made room for Clark to get under the warm covers with him. His heart was fluttering with excitement and he began to glow like a soft candle flame.

An arm went around his waist, pulling him close. Clark’s body was so warm and it felt so nice.

“Kyle?” He whispered in question, warm breath tickling the Wishing Star’s ear. “Are you asleep?”

“Yes.” Kyle giggled like silver bells. “Can’t you hear me snoring?”

Clark chuckled and gave him a tender kiss on the back of his neck. Kyle only glowed brighter.

Kyle began to move, pushing Clark over so that the bigger man was lying flat on his back. He straddled the muscular alien’s narrow waist, smiling down into those radiant emerald orbs.

His face loomed above Clark’s with the brilliance of a silver star. Those lips were glowing like deep red rubies, and his eyes were like molten blue gems.

Clark moaned when Kyle suddenly began to kiss his petal soft lips with his own. It felt as though he was drinking from some magical fountain that was filling him with a brilliant light. His whole body tingled with the bliss of it all.

Those glowing white hands moved across his broad, muscular chest, feeling every inch of flawless golden flesh he could touch. Light flared from his body in radiant silver beams.

Clark shuddered when those bewitching lips pulled away from his starving ones. It took him a moment to realize that in all the bliss, he had made a pearly mess in his boxers. His face flushed a golden rose with embarrassment. He had never felt anything quite like that in his young life. It had felt so good.

He looked up into those enchanting eyes. “Kyle?”

“Make love to me, Clark.” Kyle said, smiling. It made Clark feel as if he could fly.

Kyle crawled off of him and got to his glowing white feet. He grabbed Clark’s hand, pulling him up.

Clark got to his feet, ignoring the sticky wetness in his boxers. Kyle could not help but to smile.

The two snuck out of the house, heading straight for the barn. This way they would not risk waking the elder Kent’s in case one of them turned out to be a screamer.

Kyle led Clark over to a stall that was littered with golden hay where a blanket was already laid out. Clark could not help but cock a brow as he lied down.

“Had this planned, did you?” He asked with a big smile as Kyle knelt at his feet.

He leaned up when Kyle started to massage the soles of his feet. The bugle in his boxers only seemed to get bigger. There was a beautiful man massaging his feet.

“Clark Kent is a tall man,” Kyle laughed as he crawled up the length of that powerful body like some glowing predator, “But definitely worth the risk of falling.”

The two rolled over so that Clark was the one on top.

“I’ll catch you before you even slip.”

Kyle beamed. “Love me?”

Clark did.

It turned out that he was the screamer, which only made Kyle burn brighter as he filled Clark with his celestial light.

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The witch queen strolled into Lex’s castle zapping security left and right with her silk pouch full of sleep dust. She even got the butler and the housekeepers as well. She simply loved the sound of sleeping bodies smacking the hard ground. The sound was so soothing to her nerves.

She waltzed into Lex’s study to see that he held some metal instrument against her. It was a gun. She did not like them at all. They were too loud and made such terrible messes.

She simply turned it into a sleep serpent, and it bit him on the wrist before he even knew what that stinging sensation was. She cackled as his snoring body slumped over the hardwood desk, spilling stuff into the floor.

She walked around the grand room, looking things over. This place would do ever so nicely.

Her amber eyes sparkled when they fell upon the liquor. She simply adored the booze. It was so warm and fun.

She filled a crystal glass with the clear rose pink liquid, putting it to her supple lips. It tasted like magic, crisp and sweet.

She finished the glass off, sat it down on the glass surface with a clink, and strolled over towards the snoring man. She gazed down into his handsome enough face, snapping her well manicured fingers. His eyes opened, finding him self bound in his own chair.

“Clark Kent,” she smiled with blazing eyes and perfect white teeth. “You know him.”

“Who are you?” He demanded, fighting his bonds.

She promptly answered his annoying question with sharp slap across his face, busting his lip.

“I’m asking the questions here,” she laughed, “And you will answer them.”

He narrowed his eyes which made her slap him once more for good measure. She simply had to make sure that she got the message across.

“I would appreciate it if you looked upon my greatness with reverence.” She said, licking the blood off her hand. “Because turning you inside out and watching you die sounds like such an amusing idea.”

He lowered his head. “I don’t know a Clark Kent.”

She smacked him across the back of his bald head making him grunt in pain.

“Liar,” she said, looming over him like a flaming red dragon. “Tell me where this boy lives.”

He simply shook his aching head. “I don’t recall.”

She stomped on his foot with her sharp heel, making him groan in pain.

“Tell me!” She snapped. “Or I’ll stomp the other one as well.”

He shook his head, and she did so, making him hiss. That had really hurt.

She rolled her eyes and reached into a hidden pocket in her gown for some Limbus Grass. This will make the silly twit speak truth.

She forced the grass into his mouth, pinching his lips, and nostrils painfully shut.

“Swallow it,” she commanded, “Or I keep doing this until you breathe no longer.”

He fought but finally did so. She released him.

“Bitch,” he snarled.

She snorted, slapping him again.

“Now,” she said, pulling up a seat, “Where lives Clark Kent?”

Lex smiled at her. “He lives in a house.”

Her nostrils flared.

“Where,” she asked.

He leaned his head back. “He lives here.”

“In the castle,” she asked, getting up, looking around.

He shook his head, “no.”

“Where,” she snarled, fighting for patience.

“Smallville,” he told her, hiding his humor.

Her eyes became molten amber flames.

“What is his location?” She asked him with a big smile. I got you now, my pretty, and you’re little friend, too.

He started to sweat, and he fought, but the truth came out.

“Next to a corn patch,” he said.

Her eyes lit up, but she smacked him cross eyed anyway. So, the little God lived on one of the farms she had seen.

“What are the exact directions to his home,” she asked.

Lex fought with all his might to keep his mouth shut. Who the fuck was this lady? He broke out into another sweat, fighting to keep his tongue still, and mouth closed.

He told her.

“Good boy.” She said, patting his bald head.

She blew sleep dust all in his pale face. He was snoring away once more and was completely unaware of the terrible danger he had just put his new friend in.

Just then her ruby started to glow with a fiery red light.

“Sister,” the middle said, “The star is in love.”

“His heart burns brightly for the one he loves,” the youngest said.

The witch queen smiled. Their star was in love with Clark Kent.

“I have his exact location, my sisters,” she smiled, only to frown. “A pity I must break his heart. It will not grow so brightly when I cut it out of him.”

“We have a plan,” the two quickly said.

“I already have one,” she said, turning to look at the snoring man.

The two younger witch queens looked at each other and then back at their eldest sister.

“What,” they asked in unison.

“Oh,” the eldest smiled evilly, “Something fun.”

TBC...

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Flora.

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