Knight Fantasy

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 Eleven

In the past…

Zak opened his eyes, finding that he was in Clark’s bedroom on his bed. The covers were up around his chin and he was hugging a pillow to his chest. What in the world had happened? Why was he in here? He couldn’t seem to remember. Hadn’t he been in the loft?

It was pouring the rain and he listened to it hit the rooftop. A low growl of thunder echoed in the distance and he closed his eyes, smelling the pillow. It smelled of luscious farmboy.

He opened his eyes back up, looking over at all his textbooks on Clark’s desk. Well, at least he had managed to get some of it completed. It was a lot easier since he had Clark to help him. He was so smart. He was always making the straight A’s.

He buried his face into the pillow to keep from letting the tears fall. His heart was aching and he wanted to scream it to the world. Why couldn’t he tell Clark his true feelings? Was he really afraid of what he might do? Would Clark shut him our forever if he knew the boy in his bed was gay?

That was when the tears did fall. He was terrified. He didn’t want to lose any of this. Just being close to Clark would have to suffice. It wasn’t what he wanted, but, it was what he needed.

He closed his eyes, picturing Clark holding him in his arms, kissing him on the back of the neck. It made him smile because he was imagining how feather soft they felt. Oh, the pain was like a razor, making his heart bleed.

Clark Kent was his true love. That was all there was to it. His heart beat only for him. The world had frozen into complete silence when he had first laid eyes on the blue eyed farmboy. All he had heard was the sound of two hearts beating as one and that had been when the volleyball had smacked him in the back of the head with a loud thud. That was when the world had crashed back into motion around him. Clark had run over to make sure that he was all right.

It hurt. It fucking hurt. His heart would eternally bleed for his farmboy.

That was when it hit him and it hit him hard. He could never love another. His heart only had room for Clark. The tears only fell harder. It made him choke back a painful sob. He was fucking miserable.

His eyes suddenly widened. Something had happened. Something major had happened. What the fuck was it? Oh, he was too fucking miserable to remember or care. All he wanted to do was curl up and cry. Oh, he was already doing that. Well done, Zak! He made a mental checkmark in his mind.

That was when a wicked faerie smacked him right between the eyes with a pouch filled with jagged rocks. That sea witch had aired his song. Well, there really was no point in getting pissed about it. It was already out and playing. He would just have to sit back and wait for the world to laugh and ridicule him until the day he died some tragic and lonely death.

He rolled his eyes. With the way his heart was hurting him, he might not have to wait too long. Well, this was just fantastic. At least he had a few more days until he had to head back to Ursula’s lair. He simply couldn’t wait to see Lyle and Kyle. The twins were amusing and got him everything he wanted.

His song was on the air, being played all over the country. What was he going to do? What if people hated it? Would he have to buy really big sunglasses and wear something to cover his face? Would Aunt Martha and Uncle Jonathan let him hide here for the rest of his life? He would do his best and try to get along with the moo-burgers.

He pulled the covers over his head and sniffed the pillow some more. It only caused his heart to throb in his chest. He really wanted Clark to be lying right here beside him, holding him in this time of crisis.

That was when he heard the bedroom door silently open and close even more silently. He could hear the sound of bare feet padding as silently as they could across the hardwood floor and then more silence. He knew it was Clark. What was he doing? He had better not be trying to do something naughty. He still remembered the time the farmboy had put the cardboard roll that had held Christmas wrapping up to his sleeping left ear and yelled BOOYA at the top of his lungs.

He quickly shut his eyes when he felt the covers being pulled down away from his face. What in the world was Clark up to?

He felt Clark walk around the bed and suddenly felt a cool rag being used on his face. It caused a silent tear to slide from the corner of his left eye. He silently cursed when Clark’s hand stopped moving. He had seen it.

That was when he felt a warm finger glide up his smooth porcelain cheek with such tender affection. It made him want to reach out, snatch that hand, stick the finger in his mouth, and suck on it.

“What are you dreaming?” Clark asked in a soft whisper. “Why do you look so sad?”

Zak acted like he was rolling over in his sleep. He didn’t want Clark to see how sad he was, even in his fake sleep. He put the pillow he had been hugging over his head. He even ignored Clark’s gentle laughter.

He could feel a weight behind him and what body hair he possessed stood up on end.

“You probably can’t hear me right now,” Clark said, playing with his blonde locks. “But, I have to tell you this.”

Zak’s heart froze. What the hell? What was he going to say? Could it possibly be…?

“It’s so amazing, Zaky,” he said, leaning over.

Zak got goose bumps.

“You song is number one on the music charts.”

Zak felt his heart fall into a deep black abyss and he wanted to roll over and strangle him with the pillowcase. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the tears again. He was such a dumbass. Yeah right, Zak. Like Clark would confess his feelings to you while you’re asleep…Get a fucking life.

The weight vanished and was suddenly in front of him. How in the hell had he moved that fast? Well, it was Clark. The pillow was lifted off his head and he felt a hand lift up his bangs. The rag was still cool as it was wiping his brow once more.

He decided it was time to wake up.

“BOOYA!” He shouted at the top of lungs, lunging at Clark with big green eyes.

The farmboy yelped and fell feet over head off the bed with a loud thud. His blue eyes had been so wide. Zak had to hold his stomach he was laughing so hard.

Clark growled and it only caused him to howl louder in order to drown out the painful sobs his heart was crying.

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It was only a few hours later when he received the phone call of doom. It was Ursula and she had the most “amazing” news. His song had taken flight on the wings of a phoenix and every major music recording industry in America wanted him on their label. He couldn’t believe what it was he heard. People enjoyed his voice?

“We leave for New York next Saturday,” she had said.

He had hung up and just in time for his parents to phone the Kent house. They were super excited and could not quit screaming into the phone about how proud they were of him. It made him smile in order to hide the pain from a clueless looking Clark. How would he tell him that he was going away? He wished now he had refused singing.

He told his parents that he loved them and that he would see them soon. They were so excited. He couldn’t tell them no. The only thing that would make him throw it all away was if Clark told him that he loved and wanted him forever and ever.

“Well?” Clark asked, bouncing across the kitchen with big questioning blue eyes.

“I’m a hit,” he said, putting the phone back on the receiver.

Clark grinned like a wolf. It made his heart jump like a sheep over a fence. He wanted those Crest whites to bite him.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to break down and cry?” Clark asked, playfully shoving him on the arm, trying to look cute, succeeding with flying primary colors.

“I, uh,” he said, only to be cut off.

“I have to go into town, Martha.” Jonathan said, walking in from out of the light drizzle. “A fence out back is down.”

She nodded.

“Do you and our resident superstar want to tag along for the ride, Clark?” He asked, smiling.

Zak turned pink and looked at Clark who nodded his head. He followed after him to put their shoes on. Perhaps this would give him time to think of a way to break this news gently to his best friend and one true love in the whole wide world.

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“Hi, Lana,” Clark said, looking up from a vase filled with fragrant white roses. He liked to come in here when he got the chance. All the flowers were so pretty and they smelled so good.

Lana smiled at him, walking out from a beaded curtain that swished and jangled. “Hi.”

Zak watched their little interaction from behind a large vase filled with blood red roses. What was this feeling? Was Clark commenting on how pretty her hair looked?

He glared at Lana when poisonous green eyes that were filled with acidic jealousy. It was eating at him and he almost hissed like a spitting cobra when Lana poked his Clark on the top of his nose. He wished he could rattle like a rattlesnake. That would learn her.

How could he compete against her? She was so beautiful and he was so…male.

“Zak?” Lana smiled, looking over at him with a small wave. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He said, grinning like the malevolent Witch Queen from Stardust. “It’s been awhile, Lana.”

She nodded, taking in how good looking he was. He possessed such a masculine beauty that was almost feminine in a vampiric kind of way. She couldn’t wait to see what he would look like in a few years. Whitney would be so jealous that such a hot guy was talking to her. Clark was super cute, but, he was Clark.

“So,” she said, admiring how curly and golden his long silky locks were. “What brings the two of you in here?”

“Dad needed to get some supplies for the fence,” Clark told her truthfully. “And I like flowers.”

Zak kept his eyes perfectly neutral. He didn’t want to turn anybody into stone. Was Clark flirting with her? Wasn’t she dating some blonde idiot who made his kind look bad?

“I’ve noticed,” she said, smiling from Clark to him. “You always seem to gravitate to the white roses.”

Clark blushed and Zak had to look away. It hurt being here. He now wished he hadn’t come.

“They remind me of someone,” Clark said in a soft voice, looking down at them, carefully eyeing Zak from the corner of his right eye.

The soft white petals reminded him of how pretty and fragrant Zak’s flawless skin always was. The stems with their many leaves reminded him of how green and beautiful his eyes were when he smiled. It was their thorns that reminded him of Zak the most. They were like his touch and his siren voice. They were like his smile, for it cut into him every time. His gentle touches cut into him and his voice drew his blood out. Like these roses, Zak Knight has many seductive thorns. You know you shouldn’t touch them, but you’re drawn to them nonetheless. He had been pricked and now he couldn’t look at another person like he looked at the gorgeous blonde.

“Who?” Zak asked in painful curiosity. “Who do they remind you of?”

“Someone close to me,” he said, wondering how he was able to feel so at ease about it. He snorted at the cocked brow and sang. “I’ll never tell…”

“Oh,” Lana said, suddenly looming before Zak. “I heard you on the radio.”

Zak suddenly blushed like the pink roses to his left.

“I had no idea you could sing,” she said, smiling at him. “You’re very good.”

Zak nodded, looking down at his feet. “Thank you.”

Clark began to think that Lana was standing just a little too close to his Zaky. What was it with her and blondes? Well, Zak was smoking hawt. He had to give her credit for excellent taste.

“Oh, Clark,” Lana’s Aunt Nell said, coming out from the back room. “Tell your mom I have some seeds for her at the house.”

Clark’s blue eyes lit up like the sky. “The white roses?”

Nell nodded. “And don’t plant them till next spring.”

“I’ll tell her,” he smiled.

“Ah, if it isn’t little Zak,” she grinned, clapping her hands. “Well done, Sweetie.”

Zak blushed deeper. “Thank you.”

“Oh, I see dad,” Clark said, lying through his teeth. “We should be going.”

Zak nodded, waving at the two ladies. “Thank you so much.”

“Bye,” Clark waved, holding the door open for him.

Zak took one more look at the white roses and strolled out with Clark right behind him. He wanted to curl up under a blanket and cry.

Clark pulled on his sleeve, stopping him. “Come on.”

“Huh?” He asked in confusion. “I thought your dad…”

“I lied,” he said, smiling all impish like. “I saw how pink you were getting and decided to deliver you. You may get down on your hands and knees and worship me with thanks and all that great stuff.”

“My savior,” Zak chuckled a little sadly, having a million lyrics pop into his head. There was too fucking many. He was going to go crazy.

“The roses,” Clark said, turning away from him. “They remind me of you.”

Zak’s jaw hit the ground. “Huh?”

“Like them,” he said, looking up at the sunbeams spilling down from the gray sky. “You come in and leave too quickly.”

Zak’s heart shattered into a billion tiny pieces in that moment. How the fuck was he going to tell him that he had to leave the state and move across the country?

“I’m sorry,” he said, wanting to hug him, but feared what people might do if they saw two young guys hugging in public. “I’m sorry I can’t always be here.”

“It’s okay,” Clark said, shaking his head. “Like the Greek Goddess Persephone, you always come back.”

Zak snorted, imprisoning the tears with his power.

“And I allow spring back into Smallville every time you do,” Clark grinned like the golden god he was.

Clark shook his head. He was such an idiot. Now Zak was going to think him silly.

Zak followed after him. So, he was Persephone and Clark was Demeter, Huh? Why did Clark get to be the mom?

“Come on,” Clark said, leading the way to the truck. “Let’s wait for dad.”

Zak nodded. He was terrified. Was he about to lock spring out of Clark’s life for forever? Would his leaving make Clark cold? Oh, he hoped not. He didn’t want to see his brilliant blue eyes fade from spring skies to winters.

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“Why didn’t you tell us about this sooner, Sweetheart?” Martha asked, looking across the dinner table at him.

Clark shrugged, picking at his broccoli. “I don’t want to do it.”

Zak was looking down at his food as well, not feeling hungry at all. In fact, he was stick to his stomach.

“Come on, son,” Jonathan said, cutting his grilled steak into slices. “It’s not like you’re shy or anything like that.”

Clark glared at him. That was not funny at all. He was shy. He was very, very shy.

“Pete wants us to act out a scene from Macbeth,” he said, rolling a carrot around, cringing. “And have a swordfight.”

Zak looked up. “Now that sounds like fun.”

“It does,” Martha agreed, passing the A1 to her husband. “Just as long as you’re careful with your swords and don’t hurt yourselves.”

Clark rolled his eyes. “Yeah duh, mom.”

“Don’t yeah duh your mother, Clark,” Jonathan said, making Zak snort.

“I’m done,” he said, pushing his plate away, getting to his feet. “I need to go finish my chores.”

Zak watched him put his boots on and walk out the door. He put his fork down, sighing without meaning to do so.

“What is it, Sweetheart?” Martha asked in concern. “You’ve not taken one bite.”

“Did you two have a fight or something?” Jonathan asked.

Zak shook his head, whispering. “Not yet…”

Jonathan looked from him to his wife in puzzlement. “Why do you say that?”

Zak looked up at them and his green eyes were wet. He was exhausted from using his power to keep the tears from falling. “I have to move to New York. I got a record deal with N-G.”

“Oh, honey, that is wonderful news,” Martha said, falling silent when she saw his tears fall. Ah, now she saw. He didn’t know how to tell Clark.

“Clark will get so mad,” he said, noticing how he was shredding napkin after napkin in his lap. “He’ll hate me.”

“Now, sweetpea,” Martha said, getting up, and going around to him. “Clark could never hate you. He loves you.”

Zak felt like a hand was squeezing the beat from his heart.

“This is a wonderful opportunity for you, Zak.” Jonathan said. “When you’re done, you can always come back. You have a home here.”

He could do that, but, would Clark want him to do so? He had gotten so angry when he had to move to Metropolis. How would he react to this?

“I’m going to go take a bath,” he said, wiping his eyes.

Martha nodded and the two of them watched him leave the room.

“Ten dollars Clark breaks something,” Jonathan said.

Martha elbowed him in the ribs as politely as possible with love in her heart. Her son could break something that would cost more than what money could buy.

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“What’s the matter with you?” Clark asked, looking down at the blonde, nudging him in the side of the head with his foot. “You’ve been walking around like a zombie all evening.”

Zak looked up at him. “I’m just sleepy.”

Clark rolled his eyes, plopping down on the mattress beside him. “You’re not sleepy.”

“I’m not?” Zak asked, yawning and blurry eyed.

Clark shook his head. “No, you’re just keeping a secret from me.”

“What makes you say that?” Zak asked nervously, pulling the blanket up to his neck.

“You’re a really good liar, Zaky,” he smiled, poking at him with both fingers. “But you can’t lie to me.”

Zak wanted to pull the blanket up over his face, but, he decided to toss it over Clark’s head, tackling him. The two of them rolled around like that until he was exhausted and panting for breath. Clark was on top, looking down at him with amused blue eyes.

“Yield?” He asked, grinning with white teeth.

Zak nodded with a small pout. “For now.”

Clark rolled off, laughing as he did so. He looked across at the green eyed beauty. He had wanted to kiss those cherry red lips and grind his hips down on him.

Zak closed his eyes. Now he was really sleepy. He hated being depressed and not being able to put up a good fight.

“Come on,” Clark said, getting to his feet. “Help me with this sword fight.”

Zak groaned. “What about Pete?”

“Eh,” he said, picking up two dowel rods off the desk. “He got grounded.”

“Huh?” Zak asked, cocking a brow. “Pete? Grounded? What did he do?”

Clark snickered. “Girls locker room.”

Zak made a face. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head, handing him the wooden rod. “Scared poor Stacey and Katie to death.”

Zak held the rod up. “How is he going to know what to do if he’s not here to practice?”

“We practice at school when nobody is looking,” Clark told him, putting his rod next to his. “I just need extra practice so I don’t embarrass myself.”

Zak nodded. He looked back at the lyrics he’d been writing and sighed. Maybe he should just kiss Clark and wait for the punch in the mouth.

Clark twirled around and struck out with his long wooden rod, only for Zak to dodge on instinct, blocking it.

“No warning?” Zak asked, blowing loose locks out of his face.

Clark grinned, lunging again.

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Zak was sitting in between Martha and Jonathan, looking up at the stage. He was still trying to get over Lana and Whitney acting out the most famous scene from Romeo and Juliet. The foam moon had fallen out of the painted sky, hitting Lana on top of her head, and Whitney had tripped on the hem of his outfit, falling off the ladder. It had been one comedic riot after another.

Clark and Pete’s performance was funny on purpose. They didn’t even follow the script or anything. Pete called Clark Ivory and Clark called him Ebony. It was absolutely hilarious.

“Take that!” Clark yelled, sending Pete’s sword flying off behind the set.

“Ah!” Pete cried, holding up a bouncy ball. “Go-go, handy grenade!”

Clark took off running, tripping and falling over his cape behind a painted boulder. Pete tossed the ball after him. Clark yelled, a loud drum echoed, red, yellow, and blue glitter went everywhere.

Zak was on his feet, clapping, and laughing his ass off when the two of them took their bow. Clark was covered in sparkling glitter. He had no idea they had had all that staged. He was so happy that Uncle Jonathan had taped the whole show.

The curtain closed and he took his seat. He couldn’t stop laughing. The drum and glitter had been genius.

“Poor, Clark,” he snickered, having Martha chuckle. “He got all blown up.”

The curtain opened back up and the principal of the middle school was standing there in front of a very nice piano. Zak cocked a brow. Was she going to sing?

“And to conclude our Eight Grade Talent Show,” she said, looking out at the audience. “I have a favor to ask of a young audience member who is present with us tonight.”

Everyone was silent.

“I heard him on the radio yesterday, today, and would like to ask him to grace out school with his talent,” she said, pointing a painted fingernail, and a tiny spotlight fell right on Zak’s head.

He silently gasped. It burns us! It burns us!

Talk about being put on the spot. Could he refuse? Well, there would be no graceful way to decline. Plus, people might pick on Clark. He was staying with him after all.

“Mr. Knight?” Principal Patterson asked. “Would you sing for us?”

He felt like he was having a panic attack. He had never sung in front of a large audience before.

People were whispering all around and he felt a gentle hand squeeze his arm.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Martha told him with an encouraging smile.

A few people started to clap and he looked to see that Clark was peaking out from behind the stage curtain. He was grinning.

Zak was going to kill him. Had he done this? He was going to blow him up for real once they got back to the farm. They even had the spotlight follow him all the way up to the stage.

Principal Patterson clapped as he took a seat at the piano. He had no idea what to sing. All he had was the ivory keys and a microphone.

He remembered their talk about roses and the lyrics he had written came to him. His muse really was on crack and he began to experiment by softly tickling the ivory. The piano was well tuned and the music it produced seemed to dance around him on magical waves.

Some say love, it is a river
The drowns, the tender reed

He looked up and out at the audience, listening to how a silent hush had swept across all the people like the ocean waves sweeps a beach clean of screaming gulls.

Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your heart to bleed

Clark held onto the thick purple curtain, smiling at his beautiful friend, and listening to how much raw emotion was in the words spilling forth from his petal red lips. He wanted everyone to see the wild and talented beauty in which he saw.

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need

Zak’s fingers gently danced across the keys, making their tune meld perfectly with his voice.

I say love, it is a flower
And you, it’s only seed

Martha put her hand over her husbands, giving it a gentle squeeze in which was returned by the one he put on top of hers. The two of them had been harboring two angels it seemed. How could a child possess such a powerful and enchanting voice?

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking
That never, learns to dance

Zak looked across the stage to see Clark looking at him and he smiled. This song was for him and only for him.

It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never, takes the chance

Clark could see that Zak’s jade green eyes were wet with unshed tears. Why was he so sad? It only made his voice even more haunting.

It’s the one, who won’t be taken
Who cannot, seem to give

Pete was watching Lana and Whitney from the corner of his eye. The two of them were holding hands and looked like they wanted to cuddle up somewhere. It made him jealous. Why didn’t he have someone?

And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live

Zak’s fingers began to strike the keys even harder, making his song dance before them all on sparkling air from where the fans were softly blowing the glitter around him. His voice soared on wings right along with the musical notes, swelling like a growing avalanche that was racing down a steep mountain side.

And the night, has been too lonely
And the road, has been too long

The tears fell from his eyes as he threw his head back. He could see Clark holding onto his hand, keeping him from falling down into darkness.

And you feel that love is only
For the lucky, and the brave

All became so perfectly still and oh so perfectly quiet as the siren’s voice echoed into the deafening silence. His hands began to stroke the keys like they would a golden lover. He never took his wet eyes off Clark’s molten blues. His voice was like a silver whisper in a gentle falling rain.

Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath, the bitter snow

He bit his bottom lip and gave Clark a loving smile.

Lies a seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring, becomes a rose…

He closed his eyes and let the song slowly fade into stunned silence. You could have hard a pin drop and then there were claps of thunder.

He opened his eyes to see that he was receiving a standing ovation. He turned to see that Clark was gone. He looked around. Where was he?

He took a small bow, smiling out at everyone, and took an even bigger one just to be really polite. He kept doing so as he made his way over to where Clark had been watching him. He was nowhere to be seen. He took one last big bow and zipped off behind the stage before he winded up flat on his face.

“That was so awesome, Zak!” Pete shouted, clapping him across the back.

“Thank you so much, Zak,” Principal Patterson announced, clapping with tears in her eyes. “And that concludes Smallville Middle School’s Talent Show, everyone. Thank you all so much for coming and thank you to everyone who worked so hard to make all this possible. Now, please enjoy drinks and refreshments.”

“Where did Clark go?” Zak asked, following Pete past some students who were whispering to each other, looking away from him with smug expressions on their faces.

“I don’t know,” Pete said, taking off his mask.

Zak made a face. Maybe he was with his parents…or…

He walked off, overhearing a girl call him a showoff and a queer. His eyes flashed and her cup exploded, causing her to shriek, and be covered in her red drink.

He made his way past some other students, through a door, and down the long hall. Where in the hell was the restroom again?

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Clark was sitting on the side of the sink with the back of his head resting against the mirror. His mind was a category five hurricane of spiraling emotions and there was no eye of relief to be seen anywhere. It was all just one massive storm and the cow shit was flying everywhere.

He was so confused. It had looked like Zak had been singing only for him. Those big green eyes had only been looking at him. It was like they were trying to burn something into him so that he would never forget it.

“I love you, Clarky,” the soothing voice cooed. “And that’s all that really matters.”

How does Zak love him? He had to know. His brain couldn’t take much more.

He had written a song about the conversation they had shared yesterday outside Nell’s flower shop. He loved the last line.

In the spring, becomes a rose…

He looked up when the door suddenly opened and Zak popped his pretty head in. His eyes seemed to light up and then slowly drown once more.

“Hey,” he said, stepping in, letting the door close behind him. “Why are you in here?”

“I thought I was going to throw up,” he said, looking away.

“Huh?” Zak asked, suddenly looking like he had been smacked across the face with a brick. Had his song been bad? Did Clark know his true feelings? Was he disgusted with him? Was he angry about him using their conversation for a song?

“I was so nervous,” Clark said, closing his eyes.

“Oh,” Zak said, suddenly feeling a little more secure. “You did wonderful. It was so funny. Are you all right now?”

Clark nodded, opening one eye at him. “Were you worried?”

Zak nodded. “You just disappeared on me. What do you think?”

“Your song was really pretty,” Clark told him, hopping to his feet. “It was sparkly, too. What was the inspiration?”

“Our conversation at Nell’s flower shop,” he said.

“Ah, thought so,” Clark smiled. “You really are a musical genius.”

“I know,” Zak laughed, walking up to him. “Someone has to stand up and make blondes everywhere look good.”

Clark snickered. “Good luck with that.”

Zak rolled his eyes. “Whatever…”

“What’s this?” Clark asked, putting a hand over his heart, stumbling back against the sink. “Did I just win?”

“I’m leaving Kansas,” Zak suddenly blurted out in a chocked sob.

Clark really did stumble with that, blinking several times as if it did not compute. “What?”

“My song hit the mark,” he said, looking at him with frightened green eyes. “I’m going to New York.”

“When?” Clark asked, looming over him like a golden cloud with blue lightning strikes. “For how long?”

“Too soon,” Zak whispered, looking away. “And I don’t know…a few years.”

Clark took a few steps away and leaned against a stall door. He couldn’t believe it. Zak was being taken away from him again. He wanted to smash something and fucking cry.

“Clark?” Zak asked, looking at him with really wet eyes. “Do you hate me?”

“No,” Clark whispered, walking by him to the door. “I’m just pissed that you waited until the last minute to tell me.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your performance,” he said, walking after him. “I didn’t want to depress you.”

“Depress me?” Clark laughed, putting his hands on the door. “I’m not depressed, I’m fucking pissed off, Zak.”

Zak blinked. Clark was cussing. He never cussed unless he was really pissed off.

“I’m sorry, Clarky,” he said, stepping towards him.

“And quit calling me that!” Clark yelled, turning on him with fury. “You sound like a fag!”

Zak froze as if his heart started to pump ice through his veins and Clark flinched as if in pain. He turned from the green eyed teen and left him in the restroom all alone. He ran, and he ran, and he ran.

Zak couldn’t breathe. He turned around, grabbing and reaching for anything to hold onto. His knees gave out on him and he fell to the ground on them hard. He muffled his scream and the wall in front and behind him cracked violently. Water was spraying out and leaking all over the place.

Tears fell from his eyes as he sat there in the gathering water. Had this really happened? Why wasn’t he waking up? Was this for real?

“You sound like a fag!”

He slowly stumbled to his feet, dripping water, and blindly went in search for the elder Kent’s. He had to call his parents. He had to leave. He couldn’t stay. He wanted to die. Why wasn’t he dead? It hurt. It fucking hurt! Pain like this should instantly kill.

“Zak?” Pete asked, running up to him. “What’s wrong? What happened? Why are you wet?”

“I, uh,” he said, looking around with blurry green eyes. “Pipes busted in the restroom. It really scared me.”

“Oh,” Pete said, looking him over. “Let’s go get the principal.”

“Okay,” Zak nodded, following after him like a zombie.

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Clark was in the middle of Palmer Woods laying the smackdown on a giant sycamore tree. Why had he done that? Why had he called his best friend in the whole world such a horrible name? He was so ashamed. He felt just like one of those people.

He yelled as his fist went through the tree and he pulled it out, falling to his knees in silent tears. His parents would be so disappointed in him. All those stories he had read online about gay people and the many persecutions they had to face on a daily basis.

He was gay! Why had he done that? How could he have done that to Zaky?

Anger! He didn’t want him to leave.

He let the tears stream from his aqua blue gems. He hated himself. He was a freak and a fag, not his Zaky.

He fell over on his side in splinters and woodchips, letting his salty tears mix with the dust.

“Zaky…”

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Zak had called his parents and told them he was ready to come home. He was acting cheerful and pretending that nothing was wrong at all in his shattered world. When Aunt Martha asked him where Clark was, he had told her that he had to help clean up and was riding home with Pete. Of course, they believed him. The bathroom had nearly drowned him and he had Pete to say so.

It upset him though. He couldn’t leave until tomorrow. He was going to have to stay for another night.

“What?” Martha asked with a cocked brow. “You want to sleep on the sofa.”

He nodded. That was exactly what he wanted to do.

“Don’t you want to spend your last night with Clark?” Jonathan asked. “I can take you over there.”

“He’s been neglecting Pete,” Zak smiled, touched by Uncle Jonathan’s sweetness. “I don’t want him to think me selfish.”

The two elder Kent’s nodded and Martha smiled. “So mature.”

“Do you mind if I take a bath before bed?” He asked, wondering where Clark really was. Where had he gone? He was always disappearing like that.

He made his way up the stairs, hiding the tears within molten green ice. He probably didn’t want some fag worrying about him anyway.

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Clark came walking into the house to see his parents at the kitchen table, sipping some warm tea. They looked up at him in surprise.

“Zak said you were staying with Pete for the night,” Jonathan said. “Why would you want to stay the night at Pete’s when Zak’s going home tomorrow?”

“I changed my mind,” Clark quickly said, seeing that Zak had lied for him again.

“Are you all right?” Martha asked, looking him over with a critical eye. “You look really upset and dirty. Did you and Pete have a fight?”

Clark shook his head. “No.”

“Zak’s in the bath,” Jonathan told him, putting his mug down.

Clark nodded and was gone in a sparkling whoosh.

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Zak was seated in the tub with hot water up to his neck. A heart made of water was floating before his face and it kept shattering into a million tiny droplets, falling back into the tub. He kept repeating the process over and over, refusing to allow himself to cry again. He was not going to cry a thousand oceans even though Clark Kent was worth a million. How could someone he loved so much hurt him just as equally…if not more so?

“Zak?” Clark’s voice came from the other side of the wooden door. “Can we talk when you’re done?”

The heart in front of his face exploded into a billion droplets, going everywhere. That was when the tears fell and the water began flowing like streams back into the tub.

Zak kept his mouth shut. He was going to show Clark what a real silent treatment was.

“Zak?” Clark asked again, knocking on the door. “Please? I’m really sorry.”

He rolled his green eyes. He had called him the F word. The farmboy would have to do much better than that. He stuck his fingers in his ears. He didn’t want to hear it. So, he started to hum to himself.

“Fine!” Clark snapped. “I’ll just jump you when you come out.”

Zak’s eyes flashed, immediately freezing the exploding wave of water. He wouldn’t dare!

“Goodnight,” he heard Aunt Martha and Uncle Jonathan say.

“Night,” Clark said.

“Night, Zak!” They both called.

“Goodnight!” He called to them, listening for their door to shut.

He stood up, got out of the tub, and had all the water run off his smooth porcelain body and back into the tub. He shook his head, causing his curls to bounce like coiling serpents.

“Come on, Zak,” Clark whispered. “I’m really sorry. Please, say something…”

“This bathroom needs cleaning,” he said, putting his clothes on.

Oh, damn! He spoke!

“Well, at least that’s something,” Clark said, scratching the door like a puppy.

Zak opened the door and found himself instantly in a really warm embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” Clark said, squeezing him tight. “You’re my best friend. I love you and I’m a stupid moron who needs cow shit rubbed in my face.”

Zak bit his bottom lip. He was going to need some gloves for that one.

“I didn’t mean it,” Clark whispered, letting him go, but just barely. “I was mad and I’m really stupid when I’m mad. I told you this. But, I’m not making excuses. I’m a real idiot. Here, hit me. I really deserve it.”

“It hurt,” Zak said, turning his face away from him. The farmboy had glitter and splinters all over his clothes and in his hair. “How could you say something so hurtful, Clark?”

“I’m fucked up and jealous,” he said, cussing again. “I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want you to go away and forget all about me.”

“You called me a fag, Clark,” Zak said, pulling away from those gentle hands that were holding him like steel. “What if I was?”

Had he just asked that? Oh, shit!

“I wouldn’t care,” Clark told him honestly, eyes filled with tears. “I’d still love you and want you here with me.”

Zak trembled in silent joy. Maybe there was some hope after all. “Do you really mean that?”

Clark nodded. “You’re my Zaky and I’m your Clarky, forever.”

Zak looked down at his feet, feeling Clark’s big hands rest on his shoulders.

“Forgive me?” He asked, gently bumping his head down against the top of his.

Zak looked up into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. How could he refuse his Heart anything?

“I forgive you.” He said, feeling as if he could walk on water.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. I’m so sorry that I’ve not updated in forever. I’M SO SORRY! I BLAME LIFE! YES, YES I DO! SQUEEEEEEEEEEE! Thank you all for the reviews so far.

Flora.

N-G is something I got out of Maki Murakami’s manga called Gravitation. It is an awesome manga. N-G is this really cool music recording industry that is crazier than what happens when you get through the gates of Hell. If you love Yaoi and guy on guy action, read it! I command it!

Also the song is called Some Say Love and Leanne Rimes sings it. I’ve also heard Bette Midler sing it, too. I don’t really know which one I prefer better. LOL!