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 Eleven

Kyle slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he saw that Clark was asleep right beside him. The bigger man had his right hand resting on top of Kyle’s naked, glowing chest, and had a long muscular leg thrown over his. This had been the first time he had ever fallen asleep at night.

He turned his head over to look at his emerald eyed lover’s face. The emotions simply welled up inside of him, making the light spill forth in sparkling beams from his radiant flesh. His whole body was aglow with love for Clark.

His sleeping face was even more handsome and innocent looking in sleep. He closed his eyes and listened to that strong heart beating the rhythm of life throughout Clark’s powerful body.

He opened his eyes, tracing a glowing white finger around those full, petal soft lips. They had such a seductive pout to them.

Clark’s touches and his love had been so gentle and yet more powerful than an ocean wave knocking a strong man flat on his back. He could still feel those feather light kisses being planted all over his naked body.

Clark made a soft snoring sound in his sleep, nuzzling closer to the warmth in which he held. Kyle kissed him on the cheek which made Clark smile in his sleep. He looked so cute.

All of a sudden Kyle realized that the sun was rising. The elder Kent’s would be about to rise as well. They could not be seen like this. He knew that much.

He began to move and it made Clark groan, holding him even tighter, as if to say, “Not now.” He could not help but to laugh. The two of them were completely naked, covered in straw, and their clothes were no where to be seen in their little love stall.

“Clark.” Kyle said, trying to shake him. “The sun’s rising.”

Clark groaned again and Kyle felt that the sun was not the only thing that rose in the mornings. Something stiff was poking him on the thigh. Clark is such a big boy.

“Come on, Clark.” He said, shaking him once more. “Your parents will be getting up soon.”

Clark moaned, rolled away, and stuck his head under some loose hay. That had him laughing out loud. It was obviously clear to him that Clark believed in sleeping in.

Kyle got to his feet and peeked over the wooden stall wall. His clothes were lying on the ground on the other side.

He looked back at Clark and took a few seconds to admire his firm ass. It was the kind of ass you wanted to grab and squeeze until its owner moaned. If only he had the time to give Clark a happy wakeup.

He quickly put his night clothes back on, but Clark’s boxers were no where to be found. He had no idea where they had gotten off to. What had he done with them? He distinctly remembered removing them with his teeth, which made Clark jump nervously a few times, but it all became a magical blur after that.

He went back over to where Clark was lying, knelt down next to him, moved some hay away from an ear, and yelled right into it. He fell back on his ass snickering when Clark shot up in a shower of golden hay, looking around like a crazy person. Those emerald green orbs fell on him and blazed. Oh, if looks could kill.

“I can’t find your boxers,” he said, wondering if it was safe to move.

Clark’s nostrils flared and Kyle cried out. The alien jumped him, and tickled him until he had tears in his eyes.

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Clark raced them back up into his bedroom, threw on some clothes, kissed Kyle on the cheek, and ran back out to do his chores. He really needed to find them boxers because he did not want one of his parents to find them. That would be so embarrassing.

He used his powers to get his chores done in nine minutes because he wanted to take a nice shower before getting dressed for school. Today was picture day and he wanted to look nice for the camera. A feeling deep down inside told him that it was going to be a long day, too.

Now, where the hell were those damn boxers at?

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Kyle made his way down the steps when Mrs. Kent yelled that breakfast was ready. He was not at all hungry. He had eaten all the shadows in Clark’s bedroom. He loved how quickly they grew back, too. It was like an all you can eat buffet.

Martha smiled at him when he took the seat he had been given at their table. She could not help but notice that he looked somewhat different this morning. He simply glowed, but not like usual. This was something different, something more magical. What on earth could it be?

She suddenly had her answer when her son took his seat at the table. He was fresh from the shower, humming some kind of love song, and was smiling at Kyle with big green eyes. She swore those pearly whites of his sparkled.

Was something burning?

She howled, “My biscuits!” She opened up the oven for the smoke to hit her full in the face. It made her cough.

Clark was at her side in a blur, quickly taking the pan out with his bare hands, blowing the flames out. He cocked a dark brow at his mom. She had never let the biscuits burn in a long time. Was something up?

“Silly me,” she said, putting a hand on her cheek in slight embarrassment, “Got lost in my thoughts.”

“About what,” Clark asked, setting the pan down on an oven mitten,

“Woman,” Jonathan called out, walking in, “Man hungry!”

Clark’s jaw dropped. His dad never called his mom woman…unless…he made a face, shivering.

Kyle started laughing, pointing at Mr. Kent, “Him funny.”

Clark rolled his eyes only to frown when he looked out the kitchen window. He had missed that damn bus again. That bus driver, Mr. Jackson, tormented him on purpose. He had not even slowed down.

He could just hear his slow voice, “Lazy farmboy.”

He quickly hugged his mom, got his dad the milk out, gave Kyle a long look, noticed by both elder Kent’s, and took off in a blur. Kyle closed his eyes, beaming happily, like a soft candle flame. Unlike Clark, his happiness could blind the elder Kent’s.

“Kyle,” Martha asked, and he opened his eyes. “Would you like some orange juice?”

Kyle looked at the orange liquid and nodded. It smelled fun and Clark really did like it.

She poured him a glass and handed it to him. She watched him sniff, take a small sip, beam, then downed the whole thing to the last drop.

Clark only hummed when he was really happy, and she knew that this had nothing to do with Lana Lang. That happy humming had been for Kyle. She just knew it.

“That was really good.” Kyle said, setting the glass down. He looked at Mrs. Kent with a question written all over his lovely face.

“What is it?” She asked with a smile.

“Clark was telling me about a moo-vee last night.” He told her. “It is about a scary monster that has to find true love before his enchanted rose wilts and dies.”

Martha blinked, “Beauty and the Beast?”

Kyle beamed, “That’s it!”

“What about it?” Jonathan asked him, taking a bite of bacon.

Kyle looked at the both of them with molten blue gems, “May I watch it?”

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Clark went through the day like it was any other day. He was tripping into walls that were not there, staring off into space while smiling dumbly, and even fell flat on his face in gym class because he had been daydreaming about a lovely star. His school picture had been hilarious. He had this dazed look on his face like he had no idea what was going on around him, nor cared.

Chloe could not help but shake her head, and Pete did not know what to think. Clark was doing all of this, and Lana was not even around. This either made his bumbling ways a hell of a lot funnier or just plain sad. They each voted on funnier, because Clark did not seem to mind at all. He would just get right back up and keep on smiling.

“Okay,” Chloe said, grabbing her dorky friend by the arm, pulling him into the Torch, “What’s going on, Clumsy Man?”

Clark just looked at her, “What do you mean?”

“Are you on drugs,” she asked, walking closer, sniffing at him.

He smiled, “Of course not.”

“Are you sure,” she asked, getting right up on him.

He cocked his head to the side. She rolled her eyes.

“You stare off into space with this stupid grin on your face,” she said, counting off on her fingers, “You tripped and fell over something that was not there in gym class. Your mom will not buy your school pictures. What’s going on?”

Clark suddenly blushed really red and hid his face in his hands.

She took a seat on the desk beside him, “What is wrong with you?”

He looked up at her. She saw his lips move, but did not hear a word of it.

“Say what,” she asked.

His face turned to the color of a cherry. “I had sex.”

Chloe blinked and she fell off the desk with a yelp. She stumbled to her feet and leaned against him to get her balance back.

“You did what,” she asked with a big grin.

“I had sex,” he said, twirling his finger around in his hair, “And it was really, really, really, really, really nice.”

She started laughing.

“With who,” she asked, sprinting over to close the door.

He turned around in the chair, “With Kyle.”

“Oh my god,” she laughed, “Wow.”

“It was so magical, Chloe,” he said, spinning around in the chair.

Chloe just watched him. She had never seen him like this before. He truly looked happier than she had ever seen him before. He just glowed with it.

“What brought this on,” she asked.

Clark couldn’t seem to stop spinning. He was just too happy.

“I think,” he said, and then laughed, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Chloe could not hide the shock on her face. This was so sudden. They had only known each other for a few days. How could this be?

“Really,” she asked.

Clark nodded, spinning around some more.

“You don’t see me,” he whispered.

“What,” Chloe asked in confusion.

Clark got to his feet, “Kyle knows my heart. He glows with love, Chloe.”

“You’re serious,” she said.

“Not everyone is cold, Clark,” he said, smiling, “One can never put boundaries on love.”

“He said that,” she asked. That was so…wise…and extremely romantic.

He nodded just as the bell began to ring for their next class.

“Does he love you,” she asked.

Clark got a dreamy look on his face and nodded.

She watched him leave the room only to roll her eyes when she heard some girl yell, “That was my foot, Clark!”

She walked back over to her desk and sat down. Her best friend had had sex. Clark had had sex with a man he believed to have fallen out of the sky. She was so going to have to take a peek into this. Her nose smelled a story.

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Clark got off the bus, and started to walk down the long driveway. When the bus was out of sight he took off in a blur. He stopped on the front steps to see that the truck was gone, but he could hear the television inside.

Kyle was sitting on the sofa, watching what looked to be Aladdin. He was laughing and holding his stomach.

“Hey,” Clark said, “Where’s mom and dad?”

Kyle turned around and practically glowed with desire as Clark walked around to take a seat next to him.

“They said they had to go into town for some groceries,” he said, pushing the pause button. “Your mom taught me how to use this ree-mote.”

Clark looked at all the movies that were scattered on the rug in front of the TV. He saw Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, and some more.

“Have you been watching all of these,” Clark asked him.

Kyle nodded, “Sleeping Beauty is my favorite but I loved Beauty and the Beast.”

Clark smiled. Sleeping Beauty was his favorite, too.

“All of these movies have to do with a kiss,” Kyle said, looking down at them, “Why is that?”

“You’re asking me,” Clark said.

Kyle nodded, “I want to know why you think that is.”

Clark bit his bottom lip, “It all has to do with love. A kiss of true love can break any magic spell.”

Kyle beamed and pulled Clark close, just as a knock came at the kitchen door.

Clark made a face. “I wonder who that is.”

Kyle shrugged and got to his feet to follow after him. It turned out to be Clark’s friend, Lex Luthor.

“Hey, Lex,” Clark said, opening the door for his bald friend.

“Clark,” Lex smiled, “Kyle.”

Kyle smiled at him, but didn’t say a word. Clark had told him that he did not talk.

“What’s up,” Clark asked, offering Lex a seat at the table.

“Not a whole lot,” he said, taking a seat, “But I was wondering if I could talk to you in private about something.”

Clark nodded and looked at Kyle, “Do you mind?”

Kyle shook his head and pointed to the other room.

Lex watched him leave, “What’s he watching?”

“Aladdin,” Clark said.

“Ah,” Lex smiled and then stood up, “I’d feel a lot better if we did this outside.”

Clark made a face, “What’s going on, Lex?”

“I got you something to say thank you for saving my life,” Lex said with a big grin, “And I think you’ll like the color, too.”

Clark suddenly looked bewildered. “You didn’t have to do that, Lex.”

“I know,” Lex said, walking to the door, “But I simply wanted to. You breathed life back into me, Clark. You’re my hero.”

Clark was blushing redder than the apple the evil queen gave to Snow White. He got to his feet and followed Lex out the door to see that there was a big red truck sitting there. His eyes got so big.

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Kyle heard the screen door slam shut and wondered why they had to go outside. It really wasn’t any of his business, so he tried to focus on the wicked sorcerer and the funny bird.

He sat there for a few more minutes and finally got to his feet. It was like he was being compelled to go and see what was going on. This was not any of his business. He did not need to do this.

He walked into the kitchen, finding it empty. That was when he walked over to the door and looked out. He froze, the soft glow fading entirely from his being.

Clark was kissing Lex.

He shook his head. That was not right. Why would Clark be kissing him?

He backed away from the door, and turned around. He found that his feet were carrying him from the room and out the front door. Tears were falling from his eyes and he did not know why. What was this feeling? He took off running across the farmyard to where the apple orchard was.

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Clark suddenly pulled away from Lex, looking at the smaller man like he had lost his damn mind. What in the hell was going on? What the hell is this?

Lex suddenly looked around and then focused on the man in front of him, “Clark?”

“Why did you do that, Lex,” he asked with a voice colder than ice.

“Do what,” Lex asked, spinning around, “How did I get here? Where’s that woman?”

“This isn’t funny, Lex,” Clark snarled, “Why did you kiss me?”

“Kiss you,” Lex asked, spinning back around to look at him, “I didn’t kiss you.”

Clark’s nostrils flared, “What’s going on?”

“A woman attacked the castle,” he said, suddenly trying to remember, “She wanted to know where you lived, something about a star.”

Clark instantly paled. He turned around and ran back into the house.

“Kyle,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. There was no answer. “Kyle!”

“She had…powers, magic, Clark,” Lex said from behind him, “She turned my gun into a snake.”

“Kyle,” Clark yelled at the top of his lungs, running through the house.

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He ran into the orchard and fell to his knees, sobbing. It felt as though his heart was breaking. He wasn’t glowing. Why was he not glowing? Everything suddenly looked cold and distant.

“Ah, my poor, dear,” a warm, soothing voice cooed to him from ahead. “Why do you cry with such pain in your heart?”

He looked up to see a very beautiful woman standing in front of a blooming apple tree, with her long rose red hair billowing like wings. Her gown looked to be made of the softest silk imaginable. Those eyes burned like molten amber gemstones.

“Who are you,” he asked, getting back to his feet.

“Who am I,” she asked, putting a hand over her heart, “Why, bless my soul, dear, do you not know who I am?”

He shook his head, wiping the tears away.

She smiled and it was lovely.

“I’m your Faerie Godmother,” she said, taking a tiny bow, pulling a silver wand out of thin air, “And I’m here to give you your heart’s desire.”

Kyle frowned. “I had my heart’s desire.”

“Come now,” she said, holding out her lovely pale hand to him, “Walk with me, my dear.”

He looked back at the farm, hearing Clark shouting his name. Why had he kissed Lex? He had thought those lips belonged only to him.

Kyle walked up to her, and took her hand.

He did not see the evil smile twist her terrifyingly beautiful face.

“Now,” she said, “What can I do to ease your troubled heart?”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.