Green

Green

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville

Summary: Something bad is going down in the small town of Smallville and it’s all Lex’s fault. He has always been too curious for his own good. If only he had not tripped and fallen that day while snooping around the Kent farm when the elder Kent’s were out of town and Clark was at school.

Chapter Twelve

The Goddess was laying on the bed carefully composing her thoughts. She had revealed much to Kal-El, and it pained her to admit it, but it was nice being able to talk to someone. She had told him the awful truth about his manipulative father but he would have found out about it eventually. If it had not been Lex Luthor who had freed her due to his clumsiness, someone else would have stumbled and released her immortal essence.

She looked up from her pale hands that were playing with her silky green hair to see the sun beginning to rise in the sky through the open window. A smile crossed her face and she moved to go check on Kal-El. She must make sure that he was not up to something that could hinder her plans in any way.

The door to his room was closed and she easily opened it to see him laying sprawled on his back on the bed. His mouth was hanging open and he was making a horrible noise with his nose. All he had on was a thin pair of material looking short things she had seen mortals wear on those silly television shows that made them think they were looking sexy. She could show them a thing or twenty-billion about being sexy.

His rock hard chest and sculpted arms were free of any hair. It was his underarms and long muscular legs that had her almost gawking. Those golden legs were covered with fine dark hair that made her want to touch them just to see what it felt like.

She moved across the floor like a silent pale shadow to loom over him like a vision in green. He looked so much like Jor-El. He was perfect in every way. That soft golden skin shining in the morning light looking almost like amber. The halo of hair framing his handsome face like the darkness of space.

She reached out and ran a pale hand from his strong ankle up his hairy leg and smiled at the sensation. She did the same to the other leg. It was funny because Jor-El had been completely smooth to the touch. Kal-El was Kal-El.

Suddenly she felt herself growing a little weak and frowned. She had exhausted herself again and it was time to sleep again, but not without having a little laugh first.

She positioned herself perfectly and let herself fade, for now. Lex’s sleeping body fell face first into Clark’s morning hardness.

His green eyes bolted open and looked down to see Lex laying between his legs with long green hair fading away in sparkles of emerald lights. He pulled Lex up into his arms and held him close. Had Kryptonia been watching him sleep? His penis wanted to invert.

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“I think I need to set some boundaries with my resident Goddess,” Lex said while watching Clark make grilled cheese with his eyes. That was something he was never going to get tired of. He would never have to use a stove again…not that he knew how anyway.

“Why,” Clark asked turning to look at him with glowing red irises that faded to their usual brilliant green, “When she can just smash through them like cardboard.”

“You look so angelic when your eyes are all heated,” Lex said in awe that made Clark want to blush but instead he handed Lex his breakfast with a small smile.

“Do you always cook with your eyes,” Lex asked biting into the perfectly golden sandwich.

“Yes,” Clark said with a crest white smile that was blinding, “And that’s not all I do with my eyes.”

“Clark Kent,” Lex exclaimed while putting his delicious sandwich down and tightening his robe, “I do declare.”

Clark snorted, “Sorry master. It won’t happen again master.”

Lex cocked a delicate brow. He would love to have Clark under him all heated and panting in need just begging, “Please…master.”

Clark’s aching cock would be so hard and dripping like a damn faucet as he teased him relentlessly. He would have Clark screaming his name and “master” by the time he was done with that perfect golden body. He must of chuckled evilly because Clark had his head cocked to the side looking at him in concern.

“What,” Lex asked as he picked his sandwich back up and bit into it again.

“Nothing,” Clark said taking a sip of his orange juice, “You just looked so far away all of sudden and…”

“And,” Lex asked with a coy smile.

“And,” Clark said and suddenly moved the table out of the way and was in Lex’s lap in an instant, “Needing me like air.”

Lex buried his face in Clark’s neck breathing in his farm boy’s intoxicating scent. He smelled of freshly cut grass and golden sunshine.

He planted kisses all along that strong jaw and Clark moaned as he pressed his erection against Lex’s firm tummy. Lex could not help but smile as he moved to drink from Clark’s mouth. The minute that kiss deepened he felt like he was drinking from the fucking holy grail.

Clark’s mouth was sweeter than any wine he had ever tasted in his life, and he had tasted many wines. None were as intoxicating either. No drug could take him higher that what Clark’s kiss did to him in that moment. He felt like he could walk on water while moving mountains to convert the masses to his will all at the same time.

He pulled gently back from Clark who was panting and smiling at him through half closed eyes. He slowly slid his hands down the front inside of Clark’s sweats and gently gripped his rock hard aching cock. A small pulse went out from Lex’s hand and Clark’s green eyes widened in shock.

Clark suddenly threw his head back and cried out in pure orgasmic pleasure when Lex squeezed him gently. His whole body felt like it was humming as his limbs shook and his feet twitched.

Lex was beyond shocked as he stroked Clark’s length loving how the farm boy’s face was lost in pleasure as hot seed spilled over his pale hand. It was like it was never going to stop and Clark screamed out his name at each stroke. He would buck into that hand and cry out Lex’s name until he fell forward resting his head against Lex’s shoulder panting hard.

There laps were sticky and wet with Clark’s pearly seed. Lex lifted his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers. Clark was still shaking and twitching from what had just happened. What the hell did just happen? He had just touched Clark and he must of shot fifteen times at least. That had not happened in his bedroom at the farm.

Clark panted against Lex’s neck with fiery hot breaths that smelled of cinnamon, “What…what was that?”

“I don’t know,” Lex said licking more of Clark’s citrus, “But was it good for you?”

Clark laughed and it was deep and melodious, “I liked it.”

“Liked it,” Lex asked in mock outrage, “What do you mean you liked it? That had to be the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your sixteen years.”

“Okay,” Clark panted and was too exhausted to hold up his hands in defense and snuggled closer into Lex, “It was the most mind blowing fuckasm ever.”

“Clark,” Lex exclaimed even though he was laughing, “You kill your mom with that mouth?”

Clark smiled, “That’s not all I do with it either.”

Lex snorted. He had ran right smack into the golden wall of hotness and Clark showed him just how bright the sun was.

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Lex was now holding Clark in his arms as they laid together on the bed in his bedroom. Clark had broken down after their sensual and highly erotic make out session that involved a black mask and a silk red sheet.

Clark had went through everything that had happened and what Kryptonia had done and told him. He would of killed those two men had Lex of been killed. He had just not been fast enough to get to Lex. He was actually thankful that Kryptonia was in possession of Lex’s body. Lex would be dead otherwise.

He was resting his head on Lex’s firm chest and Lex was twirling his long pale fingers sensuously through those dark curly locks. He was so happy in this moment and he did not want it to end.

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Kryptonia was watching everything through Lex’s eyes and smiled in satisfaction. Her plans were coming along perfectly. All she needed now was an ample supply of Kryptonite and everything else would fall into place. She floated back and closed her eyes listening to the two of them talk about their futures together.

“And what a glorious future its going to be,” she giggled and went to her rest.

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Lex had told Clark that he was needed at Luthorcorp for the day and that they would head back to Smallville after dinner out somewhere nice. Clark had smiled and kissed him bye. He knew that his farm boy would be playing plays station until he returned. Right now he needed to make sure that Kryptonia got her meteor rock so she wouldn’t hurt Clark or his loved ones.

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Clark reclined back on the sofa hitting the “x” button trying to deal as much damage as he could to the green fire breathing dragon. For some odd and scary reason he could see Kryptonia standing on the lizard’s head pointing at random things for it to destroy. That was his cue to kill the damn thing and save at the nearest point. That was all he needed. An insane Goddess on the back of a fire breathing dragon blowing up shit. Chloe would have field day if she didn’t get “torched” for real.

He saved and hit the power button before getting up and fixing himself a cold glass of water. Lex would more than likely be at the office ordering his minions about to find out what “happened” to his father all day.

That was when Clark decided to hit the streets to see if he could find any cool shops that might be interesting enough to walk into. It was not everyday that he got to be in the big city of Metropolis. He might as well explore and have a little fun while he was alone.

He checked his wallet to see that he had enough to have a little fun if he was moderate. He could always use his speed but that would be wrong and his mom would run in and murder him. That made him laugh because he could see the cops rolling his corpse away and his mom in cuffs telling them all that they should be ashamed and that stealing is a crime. He just had to tell her this later just to see what she would say.

“Now sweetheart,” he mimicked his mother’s voice and tone, “I wouldn’t kill you. I would just ground you until all the stars fall out of the sky.”

“Son,” he mimicked his father, “Lex Luthor is a bad influence. You are never to see him again…EVER!”

“But Daddy,” he said in a small innocent voice, “Lex makes me feel…so…good.”

He snickered and left Lex a note on the table in the hall just in case he was to get back from the office early.

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Lex was sitting in his father’s office in his father’s seat of power. If there is no body then there is no crime, and there is certainly no murder weapon. He twirled around in the chair laughing in pure joy. He was fucking free. His father was fucking dead. He could live his own life and do whatever the fuck he wanted.

“Absolute power,” a silky voice said, “Corrupts absolutely.”

“Not when you have someone to keep you inline,” Lex said out loud thanking goodness that he was all alone.

“Yes,” Kryptonia said from the recesses of his mind, “Kal-El is such a little beacon of light for you, isn’t he?”

“He’s the only reason I’m doing what you’re telling me to do,” Lex said, “Otherwise I would tell you to go fuck yourself with a long solid emerald dildo.”

He hissed when a sharp pang hit him between the eyes, “We’ll let that slide vessel,” she said and he could hear the emerald Goddess laughing, “How goes our plan?”

He shook his head and pulled up a file on the computer monitor, “So far the warehouse is almost at full capacity.”

“Excellent,” she said beaming with emerald rays in the darkness, “We are most pleased.”

“Kryptonia,” Lex asked feeling a little light headed, “What are you going to do?”

“That little vessel,” Kryptonia said like a sharp spear of hissing lightning running through his body, “Is going to be a surprise.”

Lex paled, “You promised not to hurt Clark.”

“We keep our promises Lex,” she soothed like cool running water over smooth flat rocks, “To those who keep their promises.”

“I have kept my promise,” he said.

“Then no harm shall come to your little beacon of light,” she said smiling.

Lex closed his eyes and could see that immortal face graced with endless beauty looking at him through an emerald storm with unreadable emotion, “All will be well Alexander Luthor.”

He nodded and she turned her back to him vanishing into the darkness of her own creation. He opened his eyes just as the phone rang, “Yes.”

“Your reservation has been made Mr. Luthor,” Violet, his secretary said.

“Perfect,” Lex said and then thought it best to ask in that sad voice, “Any word on my father?”

“No Mr. Luthor,” she said feeling sad for him, “No word has been reported yet.”

“Thank you Violet,” he said and smiled at her sincerity. He hung up the phone thinking about giving her a raise. He wondered what Clark was doing and decided to call his cell.

“Hello,” Clark said, “What are you doing?”

“Missing you,” he said, “Playing videogames?”

“No,” Clark said while walking down the sidewalk enjoying the sunlight on his skin, “Decided to go out and explore some.”

“Ah,” Lex said feeling worried about Mr. Kent finding out that Clark was walking the streets of Metropolis alone, “Hayseed in the city.”

“Funny,” Clark said making a face which made a little girl who was looking at him giggle, “And now I’m being laughed at by a little girl because of you.”

Lex laughed, “Please don’t get lost,” he said, “I really don’t want to have the Metropolis P.D. called off my father’s search just to find you.”

“Ouch,” Clark said in mock hurt knowing that if he ever got lost Lex would have every soldier in the U.S. looking for him, “I now see just how important I really am to you.”

“I don’t want your dad to shoot me,” Lex said, “I hear its painful.”

“Can we not talk about guns,” Clark asked stopping at a crosswalk, “I don’t like that subject.”

“I’m sorry,” Lex apologized and decided to lighten the mood, “Want to go to Roswell sometime?”

Clark snorted, “Whenever you want.”

Lex smiled, “I have dinner reservations for us tonight.”

“Yeah,” Clark said crossing the street to see a really cool looking New Age shop, “We don’t really have to go out you know.”

“But I want to,” Lex said suddenly hearing a knock at the door, “I will see you later. Be careful and I love you.”

“Love you to,” Clark said and made a sloppy kissing sound before he hung up.

Lex flipped his phone closed and had to chuckle. He wondered how many looks his farm boy got pulling that one. The door opened and Lex looked up with a smile. It seemed that his end of the bargain with the Deity was complete.

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Clark opened the door with a silver jingle and entered Moonbow Occult. It was his first time ever being in a New Age shop and it was the coolest thing ever. There was fountains with crystals and mist all over the place with budding flowers of all kinds with vines. There was shelves filled with potions and oils of all variety. There was even rows of herbs and some were growing. It was even humid in the shop and it smelled powerfully of nature. Incense hung in the air along with the scent of burning oils and yet it all smelled so natural. This was so cool.

“May I help you,” a young woman’s voice asked and Clark turned away from some silver moons to see her step through some crystal beads with a tray of lotions and oils in her hand. The young woman was very lovely and she even fit the mood of the store.

Her hair must be long and it was a smoky black…almost reminded him of moonlight behind clouds. She had it fixed up and twisted around with some amethyst chopsticks. Her eye makeup was light and violet around the edges. She had her lips a wonderful shade of purple with a light pink outlining the edges.

It was her skin that seemed to glow. The texture of it was smooth and flawless. It reminded Clark of moonbeams shining on the surface of Crater Lake.

Her outfit was a long flowing black gossamer gown that reminded him of some fantasy movie. If he didn’t know better he would say she was successfully pulling off a Queen Mab from the movie Merlin.

“Hi,” Clark said with a perfect white smile, “I was just wondering around the big city and saw your cool sign.”

“Ah,” she said with a knowing look, “You’re from Smallville.”

“How,” he tried only to stop and try again, “Is it that obvious?”

“Well,” she said with a warm pleasant smile, “You’re sun kissed skin does not hint of a tanning bed, and the flannel shirt with your boots.”

He coked his head to the side to look into her misty cobalt blue eyes, “And you knew by the way I dressed I was from Smallville?”

“I know many things,” she said putting some oils on a shelf, “Plus it was your accent.”

That made him laugh, “And here I thought you were going all witchy on me.”

“No,” she said turning those mystical eyes onto his again, “If I was going to do that I would of told you that you’re not from Smallville at all.”

Clark froze and he knew that was bad. She just smiled at him and went back to filling the shelf not seeing him look when she put a glowing red vial up. How could she possibly of known he was not from Smallville?

“What’s it like,” she asked moving to another shelf to put up some more oils, “Coming to a place so far from your home Mr. Kent?”

“Excuse me,” Clark stuttered and almost fell. How the fuck did she know he was not from this world? Was his eyes glowing? Did he sprout antennas? Was his skin green?

“I’m sorry,” she said apologetically, “I was just wondering what you thought of the big city seeing as how you’re hours away from your Smallville.”

“Oh,” Clark said really needing to find a calm place and calm the fuck down, “I like it.”

“Really,” she said walking to her counter to put the now empty tray down, “Not too many small town folks care for this place.”

“Wait,” Clark said with narrow green eyes, “How did you know my last name?”

“It’s stitched on the pocket of your shirt,” she said with a wink making him look down in surprise, “You may call me Lulu.”

“You’re just psyching me out aren’t you,” Clark asked.

“Pretty much,” she said taking a seat on her stool, “Did it work?”

“Yes,” he said running his hands through some crystals, “My names Clark.”

“Nice to meet you Clark,” she said taking his big golden hand in hers and shook, “What can I help you with? Love, money, success, or maybe the future?”

Clark shook his head, “I’m just browsing because your shop caught my eye.”

She smiled, “Take all the time you want,” she said getting up, “Just call if you need help with anything.”

“Thanks,” he said and watched her tall willowy frame glide through the crystal curtain in a hiss of silky gossamer.

He turned his eyes back to the glowing red vial sitting on the shelf. He slowly moved towards it and began to feel warm and…blissful. This was odd.

He reached out and picked it up gently to see that it was a bath oil. Some very wicked thoughts were running through his head. He pulled the cork out and sniffed to find that the scent was delightful. It had to be a mix of vanilla and jasmine.

He heard the beads swish again and he turned to see Lulu carrying another tray filled with bottles of oils and potions. She glided around the shop as if she had wheels on the bottoms of her three inch heels putting everything in its rightful place.

Clark watched until she was done before going to the counter with his special treasure.

“Ah,” she said taking it from him and smiled as she rang it up, “A very special bath potion. It is infused with nature’s natural oils and a special mineral.”

He watched her put it in a very pretty purple gift box and tie a violet ribbon around it. She slipped it into a cool looking bag and took his money.

“It was nice meeting you Clark,” she said while handing him his bag and change, “Enjoy your bath.”

He took his bag and change, “You too Lulu, and I will.”

She watched the handsome farm boy walk out of her shop and a smile crossed her beautiful face as her eyes began to fill with a burning silver fire. Not only was that just a bath oil infused with nature’s natural oils and the red meteor rock, it was a very powerful and fertile aphrodisiac. Her laughter filled her little shop like silver bells and moonbeams.

TBC…

I am so sorry that it took me so long to update. I apologize to everyone who has been reading and waiting. Please review and let me know what you think.