Knight Fantasy
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,489
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Ten
Knight Fantasy
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville.
Summary: Clark’s now famous childhood friend returns to Smallville and his semi-normal existence is turned upside down. What’s an alien to do? This fiction will contain language, MM, and OC.
Chapter Ten
Lex was in a massive state of panic as he closed the doors to his master bedroom. He leaned back against the heavy doors, closing his eyes, letting out a shaking sigh. He had walked in on Clark Kent holding idol Zak Knight in his arms, kissing him…with tongue! Oh, this was like some horrible dream and he really wanted to wake up now.
He pinched himself, yelping in anger. Nope! It wasn’t a dream. He was wide awake and in Hell. Oh, isn’t it lovely? Why, yes it is. It really, really is.
Why hadn’t he seen it before? Well, it wasn’t like it was obvious, you bald idiot. Clark Kent is an enigma after all. He was a steel wall that nothing could get through unless he opened the hidden door that didn’t exist unless he wanted it to.
He knew Clark had secrets, but, this was one that blew his top secret sub out of the water. Hell, it blew his sub out of the goddamn atmosphere. It was like he could smell the farmboy’s aromatic secrets, but, this one had been completely odorless.
Oh, hell! What if the press was to get a hold of this shit? Clark was still in high school for Christ’s sake. His face would be plastered over the front of every newspaper in every major city in the whole world. This was Hickville for God’s sake! He would be picked on and probably hurt. There was no way he could allow that to happen. He would shoot a whore in their face if they so much as whispered about a bash against Clark Kent.
He was going to have to have a talk with his semi-resident Siren of the Sea. Clark was a big guy, but, he would be no match against a large group of hicks with pitchforks and shotguns.
“Oh, Jesus!” His hissed, pushing forward off the doors. “Why do your followers always find some way to fuckup your father’s will?”
“Don’t you worry,” a tiny voice whispered like silent thunder that could rumble a depthless ocean to foamy waves. “They shall receive there’s in the end…literally.”
Ah, it looked as though it were time to pop them crazy pills. He did so and got ready for bed. He was going to have to have a talk with both teens when the morning rolled around. He wondered what the two of them were doing right now.
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Zak slowly took his time making his way up the wooden steps to Clark’s hay scented Fortress of Solitude. His pale hand glided along the sand-papered banister without fear of getting a splinter. It had been three long years since the last time he had stepped foot in the place. He arrived at the top of the steps and looked around with a smile on his cherry lips.
“It looks so different,” he said, looking at the bookshelves, coffee table, the sofa, and the armchair. It was all new and he knew Clark had made most by hand. He was so good with his hands. “And yet it smells the same.”
Clark made a face as if that were a bad thing. “I do burn Yankee Candles every now and then.”
Zak snorted and shook his head. “No, I love the smell.”
He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, wanting to remember it all. Oh, he could hear the laughter and the silent tears falling to the floor, being soaked into the wood for all eternity. The place echoed with the ghosts of their childhood.
“I was terrified that Lex was going to have a stroke,” Clark said, closing the barn window.
Zak opened his eyes and leaned back against the wooden railing. His eyes were looking at a certain spot on the floor.
“Do you remember,” he asked, moving his eyes to look at the gorgeous farmboy. “How you saved my life on your birthday?”
Clark’s blue eyes immediately fell on the spot. Oh, he remembered it well.
The blond moved across the floor with the sensual grace of a ballroom dancer. He stood in front of Clark, smiling up at him, putting a flawless white hand on his firm chest. He was so warm. He was always so warm.
Clark felt hot, too. Too hot.
“I really love this color on you,” Zak said, suddenly ripping the white t-shirt open, revealing muscular golden flesh, and causing Clark to yelp in surprise. He looked up at him with big green eyes and a crooked smile. “Oops.”
Clark gripped his shoulders and Zak moved in closer, putting his mouth on that smooth skin, licking it with a feather soft tongue. Clark felt heat moving through his body, racing to his root, and strangely to his eyes.
“I’ve always loved you, Clark,” he said, kissing his throat as Clark squeezed his firm ass cheeks. “So many dreams of this moment…”
“I know,” Clark moaned, squeezing his burning eyes shut, wanting to grind his aching rod against the blonde’s hips. “So many wasted moments…wasted years.”
Zak chuckled, nipping his flesh between white teeth, causing Clark to slightly jump. “We were thirteen and stupid as rocks. Oh, no. That’s an insult to rocks.”
Clark laughed, moving in to devour those tasty red lips. The siren in his arms was so beautiful. He made that redheaded bitch with the clamshell bra sound and look like a bellowing old crone.
Zak moaned, gripping Clark’s shoulders as that scorching hot tongue plundered his mouth. He surrendered himself completely to the bigger teen. He was melting in those powerful arms.
His hands snaked down, caressing Clark’s bulge.
Clark’s eyes snapped open, glowing red as coals, and threw his head back. His eyes felt as though they were on fire, only it didn’t hurt. It was just tingly and uncomfortable.
“Oh, shit.” He hissed.
Zak looked up. “What the hell?”
The huge beam above their heads was in flames.
The beam cracked and Clark quickly pushed Zak away just as it fell on top of him with a loud crash, knocking him flat on his face. It was a heavy ass beam, too. His clothes were going to be ruined.
Zak fell to his side, screaming Clark’s name at the top of his wave swelling lungs. He scrambled to his knees, eyes glowing like molten emerald jewels. The flames were all around Clark. His clothes were on fire.
Clark was lying there with his eyes closed in a frozen panic. What was he going to do? How would he explain this? Suddenly he was wet and gasping for air.
“Clark!” Zak yelled, suddenly at his side, trying to lift the heavy beam off him. “Talk to me!”
Had Zak used his aquatic powers to put the flames out?
“Please!” Zak cried, shaking his arm. “Open your eyes!”
He opened them, looking at Zak, seeing tears.
“Oh, God,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “I’ll call for help.”
“Don’t,” Clark said, lifting up a hand. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t be stupid!” Zak yelled, dropping his phone in a panic, jumping to pick it back up. “You’re hurt!”
He was burned. Zak could see how his clothes were scorched.
“Clark!” A loud voice yelled, followed by another.
It was his mom and dad. They were racing up the steps like a herd of cattle.
Zak’s eyes widened in shock when Clark rose up on his knees, tossing the smoking beam off himself as if it weighed less than a snowflake. He fell back on his ass.
“Clark?” Martha said in shock and concern.
His dad was right behind her.
“Please,” Clark said, looking at Zak, voice sounding like a plea. “Please, don’t look at me like I’m a monster.”
Tears streamed down Zak’s soot covered cheeks, breaking Clark’s heart into a million pieces. He moved with the swiftness of a raging river, throwing his arms around Clark with a cry, squeezing him tight.
“Don’t let me go,” Zak whispered, shaking in his arms. “Please, don’t let me go.”
Clark was filled with sudden warmth.
Jonathan was confused as hell and Martha looked as though a light bulb had exploded above her head.
His confusion was gone the instant his son planted a kiss on top of the blonde’s head. He looked at his wife with his bottom jaw on the ground. She picked it up for him. The floor needed a good sweeping.
Clark noticed that he and Zak were holding each other right on the spot where Zak had fallen through all those years ago. He looked over at his parents, knowing that this talk was long overdue. Plus, it looked like Zak had a death grip on him and wasn’t going to let go anytime soon and that was okay with him.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville.
Summary: Clark’s now famous childhood friend returns to Smallville and his semi-normal existence is turned upside down. What’s an alien to do? This fiction will contain language, MM, and OC.
Chapter Ten
Lex was in a massive state of panic as he closed the doors to his master bedroom. He leaned back against the heavy doors, closing his eyes, letting out a shaking sigh. He had walked in on Clark Kent holding idol Zak Knight in his arms, kissing him…with tongue! Oh, this was like some horrible dream and he really wanted to wake up now.
He pinched himself, yelping in anger. Nope! It wasn’t a dream. He was wide awake and in Hell. Oh, isn’t it lovely? Why, yes it is. It really, really is.
Why hadn’t he seen it before? Well, it wasn’t like it was obvious, you bald idiot. Clark Kent is an enigma after all. He was a steel wall that nothing could get through unless he opened the hidden door that didn’t exist unless he wanted it to.
He knew Clark had secrets, but, this was one that blew his top secret sub out of the water. Hell, it blew his sub out of the goddamn atmosphere. It was like he could smell the farmboy’s aromatic secrets, but, this one had been completely odorless.
Oh, hell! What if the press was to get a hold of this shit? Clark was still in high school for Christ’s sake. His face would be plastered over the front of every newspaper in every major city in the whole world. This was Hickville for God’s sake! He would be picked on and probably hurt. There was no way he could allow that to happen. He would shoot a whore in their face if they so much as whispered about a bash against Clark Kent.
He was going to have to have a talk with his semi-resident Siren of the Sea. Clark was a big guy, but, he would be no match against a large group of hicks with pitchforks and shotguns.
“Oh, Jesus!” His hissed, pushing forward off the doors. “Why do your followers always find some way to fuckup your father’s will?”
“Don’t you worry,” a tiny voice whispered like silent thunder that could rumble a depthless ocean to foamy waves. “They shall receive there’s in the end…literally.”
Ah, it looked as though it were time to pop them crazy pills. He did so and got ready for bed. He was going to have to have a talk with both teens when the morning rolled around. He wondered what the two of them were doing right now.
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Zak slowly took his time making his way up the wooden steps to Clark’s hay scented Fortress of Solitude. His pale hand glided along the sand-papered banister without fear of getting a splinter. It had been three long years since the last time he had stepped foot in the place. He arrived at the top of the steps and looked around with a smile on his cherry lips.
“It looks so different,” he said, looking at the bookshelves, coffee table, the sofa, and the armchair. It was all new and he knew Clark had made most by hand. He was so good with his hands. “And yet it smells the same.”
Clark made a face as if that were a bad thing. “I do burn Yankee Candles every now and then.”
Zak snorted and shook his head. “No, I love the smell.”
He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, wanting to remember it all. Oh, he could hear the laughter and the silent tears falling to the floor, being soaked into the wood for all eternity. The place echoed with the ghosts of their childhood.
“I was terrified that Lex was going to have a stroke,” Clark said, closing the barn window.
Zak opened his eyes and leaned back against the wooden railing. His eyes were looking at a certain spot on the floor.
“Do you remember,” he asked, moving his eyes to look at the gorgeous farmboy. “How you saved my life on your birthday?”
Clark’s blue eyes immediately fell on the spot. Oh, he remembered it well.
The blond moved across the floor with the sensual grace of a ballroom dancer. He stood in front of Clark, smiling up at him, putting a flawless white hand on his firm chest. He was so warm. He was always so warm.
Clark felt hot, too. Too hot.
“I really love this color on you,” Zak said, suddenly ripping the white t-shirt open, revealing muscular golden flesh, and causing Clark to yelp in surprise. He looked up at him with big green eyes and a crooked smile. “Oops.”
Clark gripped his shoulders and Zak moved in closer, putting his mouth on that smooth skin, licking it with a feather soft tongue. Clark felt heat moving through his body, racing to his root, and strangely to his eyes.
“I’ve always loved you, Clark,” he said, kissing his throat as Clark squeezed his firm ass cheeks. “So many dreams of this moment…”
“I know,” Clark moaned, squeezing his burning eyes shut, wanting to grind his aching rod against the blonde’s hips. “So many wasted moments…wasted years.”
Zak chuckled, nipping his flesh between white teeth, causing Clark to slightly jump. “We were thirteen and stupid as rocks. Oh, no. That’s an insult to rocks.”
Clark laughed, moving in to devour those tasty red lips. The siren in his arms was so beautiful. He made that redheaded bitch with the clamshell bra sound and look like a bellowing old crone.
Zak moaned, gripping Clark’s shoulders as that scorching hot tongue plundered his mouth. He surrendered himself completely to the bigger teen. He was melting in those powerful arms.
His hands snaked down, caressing Clark’s bulge.
Clark’s eyes snapped open, glowing red as coals, and threw his head back. His eyes felt as though they were on fire, only it didn’t hurt. It was just tingly and uncomfortable.
“Oh, shit.” He hissed.
Zak looked up. “What the hell?”
The huge beam above their heads was in flames.
The beam cracked and Clark quickly pushed Zak away just as it fell on top of him with a loud crash, knocking him flat on his face. It was a heavy ass beam, too. His clothes were going to be ruined.
Zak fell to his side, screaming Clark’s name at the top of his wave swelling lungs. He scrambled to his knees, eyes glowing like molten emerald jewels. The flames were all around Clark. His clothes were on fire.
Clark was lying there with his eyes closed in a frozen panic. What was he going to do? How would he explain this? Suddenly he was wet and gasping for air.
“Clark!” Zak yelled, suddenly at his side, trying to lift the heavy beam off him. “Talk to me!”
Had Zak used his aquatic powers to put the flames out?
“Please!” Zak cried, shaking his arm. “Open your eyes!”
He opened them, looking at Zak, seeing tears.
“Oh, God,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “I’ll call for help.”
“Don’t,” Clark said, lifting up a hand. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t be stupid!” Zak yelled, dropping his phone in a panic, jumping to pick it back up. “You’re hurt!”
He was burned. Zak could see how his clothes were scorched.
“Clark!” A loud voice yelled, followed by another.
It was his mom and dad. They were racing up the steps like a herd of cattle.
Zak’s eyes widened in shock when Clark rose up on his knees, tossing the smoking beam off himself as if it weighed less than a snowflake. He fell back on his ass.
“Clark?” Martha said in shock and concern.
His dad was right behind her.
“Please,” Clark said, looking at Zak, voice sounding like a plea. “Please, don’t look at me like I’m a monster.”
Tears streamed down Zak’s soot covered cheeks, breaking Clark’s heart into a million pieces. He moved with the swiftness of a raging river, throwing his arms around Clark with a cry, squeezing him tight.
“Don’t let me go,” Zak whispered, shaking in his arms. “Please, don’t let me go.”
Clark was filled with sudden warmth.
Jonathan was confused as hell and Martha looked as though a light bulb had exploded above her head.
His confusion was gone the instant his son planted a kiss on top of the blonde’s head. He looked at his wife with his bottom jaw on the ground. She picked it up for him. The floor needed a good sweeping.
Clark noticed that he and Zak were holding each other right on the spot where Zak had fallen through all those years ago. He looked over at his parents, knowing that this talk was long overdue. Plus, it looked like Zak had a death grip on him and wasn’t going to let go anytime soon and that was okay with him.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.