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 Ten

Dustin was sitting in the driver’s seat of the car that had brought him to Metropolis. He was just staring into space with a lost expression in his now lime green eyes. His rose red hair was all wild and windblown around his perfect white face.

The heart which beats in his chest was aching with a pain and a confusion he had never known. His eyes were stinging but nothing was slipping from the white corners.

He looked down at the ring he held in his beautiful white hands. The pretty red stone had broken when it had hit the concrete ground up on that windy roof of the Daily Planet. It now symbolized the way his heart was breaking right now.

He closed his eyes and saw the look of horror that Clark had had on his face. Clark had looked a little lost and confused, only to mutter a quick, “I’m so sorry.”

He had blinked in confusion and had found himself all alone on that cold rooftop. He had called out Clark’s name, but there had been no reply except for the cold blasts of harsh wind. It had been so lonely at the top of the world.

Pain had assaulted his breast and he had fallen to his knees in sorrow. Clark had done and said all the right things he had ever wanted to hear come from someone’s mouth…and he went and pulled this!

What the hell had happened? Did Clark really have split personalities? He was so confused and his feelings were in a state of pandemonium. It was not a good place to be.

The look of horror on Clark’s face haunted his mind. It had looked as though Clark had been looking at a monster.

Did Clark know his secret? Could he read minds? What was going on?

What the hell was he going to do about this car? He had thought that on the roof after he had calmed down to see that Clark had left the keys on the ground where he had been before he vanished in a black blur.

He reached over and opened up the glove box to see if the insurance card was in it. He needed the address to the Kent farm so he could just drop it off. Hell, he was not taking a bus all the way back to Smallville. He had no cash on his person and he was not going to kill someone when he had these wheels.

He pulled out the card to see that it was licensed to Alexander Luthor. Now it all made sense. This was Luthor’s car and not Clark’s. Clark had borrowed it to impress him.

He leaned back in the seat and sniffed, “It worked.”

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Clark was in a state of panic. He was remembering everything that he had done and said. He had taken advantage of Dustin’s feelings and had revealed his powers. He had almost gotten Dustin killed! Hell, Chloe was going to be pissed too. Maybe she had not found that note yet…

Why was he acting like this? Dustin had not been angry or upset. He had not even cared that he was a freak of nature.

You left him on that rooftop all alone you stupid alien!

Oh, hell! He had told Lex that he had a boyfriend. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

What was he going to do? Dustin is going to be hurt and Lex is going to he even more intrigued as ever. Shit, Chloe was going to snip his balls off if she reads that note.

He came to a complete stop and looked around, “Where the hell am I?”

That was when the ground gave way under him.

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Lex was looking over all the records he could find on Dustin Thorn. He had taken one look at the young man’s photo and thumbed his nose in disdain. Clark had been better off with Lana. At least she had looks and a mouth that could kill.

What was so special about this boy? Surely it was not his good grades that had attracted the farmboy. What the hell could it be? He had to know! He was by far better looking that this ordinary teacher’s pet.

He threw the file down and growled in frustration. Clark Kent was such a fucking enigma and it made his blood boil with rage and desire.

“Find another wrinkle on that big forehead of yours, Son,” Lionel asked in amusement as he made his blind way into the study.

“Goddamn it, Dad,” Lex hissed when Lionel stumbled over the flowerpot and almost fell flat on his face, “I told you to use your cane.”

“Language,” Lionel reprimanded as Lex helped him to the sofa in front of the fireplace where a warm fire had been lit earlier. These old castles do tend to get drafty during the night.

Lex rolled his eyes, “I thought you were in bed.”

“I was,” Lionel said as he leaned back in mild exhaustion, “But who can sleep with all this noise going on?”

“What noise,” Lex asked with a snip.

“I’m blind,” Lionel said with some boredom in his voice, “Not deaf, Lex.”

Lex picked up his iron poker and poked at the fire, “What do you want?”

“I heard that you let your friend Clark Kent borrow a car,” Lionel said, “A very expensive car…that was awfully nice of you, Lex.”

“What about it,” Lex asked with an icy frost creeping ever so slowly into his voice.

“This friendship you have here,” Lionel said, “It this all it is?”

Lex almost dropped the poker but instantly froze all emotion in his voice, “Excuse me?”

“He is such a nice young man,” Lionel said feeling around for a pillow in which Lex moved further away with his poker just for the evilness of it, “But, he is sixteen.”

Lex almost swung the poker at his dad, but caught himself just when he had it raised over his head to strike. That had been a close one. How on earth would he have explained that one? Knowing his luck, Clark would just come waltzing in and see.

“Your silence is deafening,” Lionel deadpanned.

“If only,” Lex hissed under his breath.

Lionel chuckled, “Do you like him, Son?”

Lex blinked, “He is my friend.”

“Excuse me, Sir,” a voice came from the door, “But you have a visitor.”

“Who,” Lex and Lionel asked at the same time, and Lex glared at his dad.

“A Mr. Dustin Thorn,” the man said with a pink blush on his tan cheeks.

“Show him in,” Lex said and Lionel remained silent as he listened to the fading footsteps.

Lex went to his desk and quickly picked up the file on the young man and slipped it into a drawer. Why on earth was he here? Clark? Had something happened?

He turned around to see a vision in green silk and black leather come walking in as if on air. Lex’s eyes were glazed and amazed at the stunning beauty with rose red hair and luminous white skin. Who was this Greek God standing before him?

This could not be the young man in the picture. Where the hell was Clark?

“Mr. Thorn,” he said in awe of those brilliant green orbs and those full cherry red lips that looked so soft and dewy, “What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Sorry about the late hour, Mr. Luthor,” Dustin said and Lex was instantly in love with his honey sweet voice that flowed up from within that smooth pale throat to spill like brilliant amber from those garnet red lips, “I’m here to return your car.”

“My car,” Lex asked and Dustin held out the keys, “Oh, my car.”

“Why so flustered, Lex,” Lionel asked from his seat.

“Shut it,” Lex snapped, “Or you’ll be on the next flight to Metropolis.”

“Goodness,” Lionel chuckled.

“Where is Clark,” Lex asked as he took his keys from that flawless white hand, “I thought he was with you.”

Dustin’s eyes widened a little in shock. Had Clark told this man about them?

“Something came up,” Dustin quickly lied with sensual ease, “And he asked if I would return it to you.”

“Oh,” lex said and put the keys in his pocket, “Would you care for a drink, Mr. Thorn?”

“No, but thank you, Mr. Luthor,” he said as he had a little look around from where he was standing.

“Please,” Lex said with a big smile, “Call me Lex, everyone does.”

Lionel snorted and Lex hissed at him.

“Actually, Lex,” Dustin smiled and wondered why it was that Lex had quickly shut his laptop, “I would appreciate a nice glass of orange juice with ice.”

“Sure,” Lex said, “I’ll just hop down to the kitchen and fix you one.”

“Thanks,” Dustin smiled.

“And you,” Lex pointed even though he knew his dad was as blind as a bat with no ears, “Behave yourself.”

Lionel would have given him the middle finger, but he was far too well refined to ever do such a crude thing. He simply nodded and listened as his son left the study.

“So, Mr. Thorn,” he asked, “Friends with Clark are you?”

“Yes,” Dustin said as he made his way to the laptop and opened it, “We are friends.”

“My son is quite flustered with you,” Lionel said knowing his son was only like that when around that golden farmboy, “Why is that?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin lied as he looked over the unlocked files.

Lionel sniffed, “Liar.”

Brilliant lime green eyes looked up and Dustin cocked his head to the side as he closed the laptop, “And why would you call me such a mean name? You don’t even know me, Mr. Luthor.”

Lionel suddenly felt a cool hand on his scruffy face and began to smell something delightfully sweet and intoxicating. Dustin had blown his magic spores into the elder Luthor’s face.

“I’m nobody,” Dustin said soothingly.

“Nobody,” Lionel repeated as he touched that smooth, delicate hand. Oh, how he wished he could see.

“You and your charming son have been ever so naughty,” he smiled wickedly as he removed his hand, leaving the old man grasping and wanting, “And you really should be punished for all that illegal dumping.”

“Punished,” Lionel echoed.

“Got it,” Lex hollered as he came back in, “One glass of orange juice with ice.”

“Splendid,” Dustin said and left Lionel with a daze of warmth.

He took the glass from Lex and smiled to suddenly freeze when the same man’s voice interrupted his plans, “Young Mr. Kent is here to you, Sir.”

Dustin closed his eyes to hide the pain.

“My goodness,” Lionel muttered coming out of his daze, “My boy is so popular with the young ones.”

“Shut it,” Lex snapped at him and smiled at his manservant, “Well, show him in.”

“Yes, Sir,” the manservant said and gave Dustin a wink.

Dustin took a deep breath and watched as Clark came walking in. He was dirty and his clothes were ruined.

“What the hell happened to you,” Lex asked in horror when he saw the ruined shoes on Clark’s feet and the clothes on his body, “And why is mud all over you and your face?”

“It’s even in your hair,” Dustin whispered.

“I fell,” Clark said in shock at seeing Dustin here already…he must have been in that hole longer than he thought, “In a really big hole.”

“Only you,” Lionel muttered.

“Shut it,” Lex roared which caused Clark to jump.

“You brought Lex back his car,” Clark said in surprise.

“Just like you asked me to,” Dustin smiled in pretend, “I’m glad you finished that thing you had to take care of.”

“Right,” Clark said catching on, “The thing is taken care of.”

“I have to go now,” Dustin said and sat his glass down.

He quickly headed past Clark before he screamed and attacked them all.

“Wait,” Clark said and quickly grabbed his green silk covered arm, “Can we talk?”

“Seems to me like you lose, Son,” Lionel chuckled as he listened to the sadness in both young men’s voices.

Lex’s nostrils flared but he managed to remain civil…on the outside. Inside, he was rubbing poison ivy all over his father’s face and laughing hysterically as he did so.

“What is there to talk about,” Dustin asked fighting back the hurt and the anger, “I had fun, Clark.”

He slid his arm free from Clark’s steel grasp and fled from the manor as quickly and as dignified as he could. There was no way he was going to allow anyone to witness his pain in the open. They can all kiss his perfect ivory white ass!

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.