Beautiful Death

Beautiful Death

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Kal meets the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on at a night club in Metropolis. This young man is haunted by his past and surrounded by darkness and shadows that not even the light of the sun can penetrate. This is rated mature for language.

Chapter Thirteen

Ronan focused his gaze at the target and it exploded into flames as fire shot from his eyes in twin rays of red light. His eyes widened and Clark clapped his hands, “Now you won’t go and set anybody on fire at the party.”

“You’re just lucky I wasn’t looking at you,” Ronan said looking at the burning target that was a scarecrow, “Or your mother when this happened.”

“Hey,” Clark said while setting up another target, “That was not your fault. I didn’t know you would obtain my heat vision power by feeding on me.”

“About that,” Ronan said in that deep voice which told Clark that he was still pissed about what he did, “Don’t you ever do that again.”

Clark moved to argue only for Ronan to silence him by putting an invisible hand over his mouth, “I could have drained you dry,” he whispered with the shadows falling over his luminescent face, “I could have left you an empty skin.”

He felt Clark’s arms wrap around his narrow waist and pull him back into him, “It was my choice,” he said resting his chin on his shoulder, “I wanted you better.”

Ronan rested his head against Clark’s golden cheek as he wrapped his arms around behind Clark’s neck. The two of them just stood posed like that in the barn for several minutes until Ronan broke the silence, “What times the party again?”

“I think it starts in about an hour,” Clark said looking around wondering where he had put the invitation again.

Ronan moved away from him, “Shouldn’t you go get dressed then.”

“Aren’t you coming,” Clark asked looking at him questioningly and then turned to walk over and put away the scarecrow, “It had your name on it to.”

Ronan looked over at a bucket and twin beams shot from his eyes blasting it across the barn floor. He cocked his head to the side to look at the melted metal and nodded, “I guess.”

“You’re not going to hurt anybody,” Clark told him reassuringly, “And if you start to feel funny, tell me and I’ll get us out of there.”

“Clark,” Ronan asked in a sultry voice that hinted at something fun.

“Yes,” Clark said turning to look at him from putting away the scorched scarecrow and stopped. Ronan was walking towards him really slowly and then really fast while his hair blew in a non existent breeze. Clark watched as the clothes seemed to just melt off of him like mist revealing that luminous skin that glowed like a pale moon.

Ronan was suddenly right up in his face with his long garnet hair coiling around the both of them tickling Clark in hidden places. Those aqua orbs glowed like an intense blue fire as those moist blood red lips took Clark in a crushing kiss that was filled with need. Ronan breathed him in as if he was the very air he needed in order to survive and ripped the shirt off of him revealing all that golden flesh.

He wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck and the both of them slowly fell to the dirt. Clark’s cock was bulging tightly in his jeans as Ronan licked his jaw line with feather light strokes. Clark moaned as a pale hand glided across his crotch making him buck madly wanting that hand to free him. Ronan chuckled and the very sound made Clark’s cock jump with excitement. He was aching and dripping in need of that hot mouth to devour him.

Clark whimpered in need and that excited Ronan. His fingers grew long and sharp as he ripped those jeans off of Clark revealing all of him. Ronan glided down and breathed him in which made Clark cry out from having that nose pressed against his sack. His fingers were digging holes in the earth as Ronan licked up his long shaft and Clark’s toes flexed when Ronan licked his dripping slit.

Clark broke out into a sweat when Ronan finally stopped teasing him and took all of him in. He suddenly cried out when something suddenly touched that special spot deep inside him. He felt like he was just going to melt right there under Ronan. He was being sucked and an invisible force kept bumping his special spot.

He grabbed a hold of Ronan’s head and got his hands full of that glorious hair that smelled of night blooming jasmine. Ronan slowly lifted his long muscular legs up and put them over his shoulders as he kept sucking Clark’s sweet nectar.

Clark felt that bump again and he felt everything just build up. His head smacked into the earth and he practically screamed it felt so fucking good as he breathed in that scented hair that drove him mad as he shot his load into Ronan’s mouth. He cried out with each shot that he took. His body stretched and shook with pleasure because it felt like it was never going to end.

Ronan slowly licked him clean and Clark still shook as tremors of passing pleasure still ran through his limbs. Ronan crawled up to take his mouth in his once more and Clark wrapped his arms around him as they crushed their lips together. He could taste himself on Ronan’s tongue and moaned as he lapped at one of Ronan’s fangs.

Ronan slowly pulled back and smiled down at him. He was glowing as if a candle had been lit from deep inside of him. That long silky hair glowed like garnets caught in the sunlight. Clark pulled him down on him and held him tight in his arms of steel. Ronan kissed his cheek and sniffed his neck to breathe him in once more.

“I don’t think I can move,” Clark said as another tremor passed through him making his left leg shake all the way down to his toes.

“But we have a party to go to,” Ronan said smiling down into his eyes.

“You should have thought of that before you made me all boneless,” Clark said with a puppy pout.

“Come on Clark,” Ronan chided in a sing song voice as he magically got to his feet holding his hand out for him to take, “You need to find you some clothes.”

“Funny,” Clark said and then realized he had no clothes out here in which to put on in order to go into the house. He looked at his shredded clothes strewn across the ground and then at Ronan with wide eyes, “Is it your goal to destroy all my clothes?”

Ronan tapped a finger against his bottom lip putting on a thoughtful expression that had deviant written all over it, “Now that you mention it…”

Clark watched him spin around full circle as Clothes just seemed to form out of the shadows to tightly cover that flawless skin that held in the moon’s glow. Tight black leather seemed to just spread across those long muscular legs hugging him like a second skin. Midnight blue silk seemed to just weave itself out of an invisible mist to cover and hug that marble chest. Ronan shook his head and his hair seemed to shorten and lighten just a little as the luminescence left his skin to make him look as human as possible. He stomped each foot against the ground for black rock band boots that would put KISS to shame to just form out of mist which only added to his height.

Clark looked at him in awe. How in the hell did he ever get so damn lucky?

Ronan smiled, “Well,” he asked hoping that he looked alright, “How do I look?”

“There is no word to describe,” Clark said looking him over from head to toe, “How perfect you look right now.”

Ronan felt like he was blushing and rolled his eyes as he turned away, “You really should go get dressed now Clark,” he said huskily making Clark realize that he was still nude, “Before I forget about the party and take you to bed.”

“I can’t go in the house looking like this,” he said putting his hands on his hips which made him look all the more edible, “My parents will kill me.”

“Fine,” Ronan said walking to the door, “I’ll just go get you some then.”

“Okay,” Clark said watching him walk out into the darkness and then looked down at his ruined clothes smiling, “I think I would rather go to bed than go to that party.”

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Ronan walked into the house for Martha and Jonathan to just stop what they were doing to look at him. At first they were wondering who the hell had the nerve to just walk into their house without knocking. He smiled at them and Martha felt her heart go all a pitter patter and Jonathan looked a little uncomfortable.

“Clark asked me to get his outfit for him,” he said with a smile as he raked his fingers through his hair, “He is cleaning up a mess that I made from shooting fire from my eyes.”

Martha walked around the counter, “Its upstairs hanging on his door.”

“Mrs. and Mr. Kent,” Ronan said softly looking from one to the other, “I just want to say thank you for allowing…helping me.”

Martha smiled and nodded, “It should be a fun party.”

“You should try and have some fun,” Jonathan said trying not to look at his shoes with envy, “And tell Clark I want to see him before he leaves.”

“Of course Mr. Kent,” Ronan said and headed up the stairs.

Martha turned to look at Jonathan, “Did you see his shoes?”

“I did,” he said looking down at his paper.

“Oh, the good old days,” she mused going back to her dishes.

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Lex was a nervous fucking wreck. How could his dad go and do this to him on such short notice. A fucking costume birthday party! What the fuck was he going to wear? Who all was coming again? He wanted to scream but that would not solve anything. Maybe if he snuck down the hall to the garage he could speed away in a pretty shiny?

A knock came at the door and he peeked up from behind his bed, “Yes?”

“What are you doing,” Lionel asked in amusement, “Why aren’t you in costume for your birthday party?”

“I dropped my pen,” he lied, “And my clothes are in the bath.”

“Miss Sullivan and Miss Lang are in the lobby,” Lionel said with a smirk, “I bet they came early for the snacks.”

“Is Clark here,” Lex asked looking up at him as he continued to look for the pen that didn’t exist, “What’s he wearing?”

“Mr. Kent is not here yet,” Lionel said wondering what in the hell his son was doing, “I’m sure he and the others will arrive shortly.”

“Why are you doing this to me,” Lex asked getting to his feet to look at him evenly.

“Lex, I’m your father,” Lionel smiled while turning to leave, “My gift is on your desk.”

“Wait,” Lex called out in a panic holding out a hand, “Where are you going?”

“I have business in Metropolis,” he said waving a hand calling back, “Happy Birthday!”

He watched his dad leave and he went to set back on the bed only to miss it by an inch and hit the floor. He sat there in shock until he could catch the breath that had been knocked out of him. His head dropped and he asked no one in particular, “Why me?”

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Clark felt like an idiot. He was not wearing the outfit that he had picked out. He felt so self conscious at how tight the outfit was on him. Why had he let Ronan talk him into this? He blew his hair out of his eyes making Ronan snap at him.

“If you move one more time,” Ronan warned, “I might poke your eye out by accident.”

“Why are you doing this to me,” Clark whined even though he was smirking, “Didn’t I just save your life or something?”

“Hush,” Ronan giggled while he applied the eyeliner and black lipstick flawlessly.

Ronan finished and Clark got up to go look at him self in the mirror. He took a deep breath and looked up at himself and his eyes widened. Ronan was smiling as he watched Clark look himself over as if he had never seen himself before. His skin was flawlessly pale and the eyeliner along and down his eyes made them look even more intense than they already were. The black lipstick made his lips look more full and supple. He looked just like someone who could be the next Crow.

He turned to look at Ronan who was still smiling at him, “Do you think my parents will notice?”

“It’s a costume slash birthday party Clark,” Ronan laughed twirling full circle around him, “I don’t think they’ll care that you play dress up with the vampire for one night.”

Clark snorted and then asked, “What’s that for?”

Ronan held up the black polish, “It’s for your nails.”

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Lex was standing in front of the mirror looking him self over with a nervous eye. He turned around to look at all the costumes that were lining the wall and thrown on the bed. Why didn’t he have anything to wear?

He had one of his guards report to him what Lana and Chloe were wearing and he almost laughed and actually asked if the guy was serious. Chloe was dressed like the main Bride in Van Helsing and Lana was dressed as the chick that drove the stake through her heart.

He had asked if Clark had shown up yet with his friend and the guard shook his head. Lex turned back to his mirror wondering what in the hell was we going to wear? Should he dress up as Dracula or should he dress up as Van Helsing to go along with the theme that seemed to be going on?

He started digging through all the outfits and could not come up with a single idea. He wanted something that nobody would expect him to ever do. He wanted it to be shocking and an, “Oh my fucking God is that Lex Luthor?”

What the hell was he thinking? This was just a little get together with his friends that he was lucky to have at all in order to celebrate his fucking birthday. Why was he so worried? It was just Chloe, Lana, and Clark. That was until he heard a loud, “And we have the lovely Miss Chloe Sullivan,” come from downstairs.

Pete was here. Lex quickly sent the guard to go see what Pete was wearing. Where the hell was Clark? If only he knew what Clark was wearing then he would not be such a nervous fucking wreck.

The guard rushed back in and Lex looked at him expectantly, “Well?”

“Have you seen the Fifth Element,” the man asked with a raised brow over his sunglasses.

“Lana Lang,” Lex heard Pete shout in a high pitched nasal tone and he shook his head.

“Fuck,” he cried turning back to his mirror, “That was my idea!”

“And here we have the infamous Clark Kent and his lovely friend,” Pete shouted into his microphone that was a part of the karaoke machine Lex assumed.

“Oh shit,” Lex hissed spinning around to push the guard out the door, “You go see what he has on and you report back here ASAP!”

The man took off at a run towards the stairs. Lex felt as though he was having a small heart attack and all the drinks were downstairs. He leaned back against the wall to calm his nerves because this was just too fucking suspenseful. What the fuck was Clark Kent wearing? Why couldn’t Pete just shout that?

The guard raced back in looking as though he was out of breath and Lex loomed over him with glowing eyes, “Well?”

He took a deep breath, “The Crow,” he said, “He’s dressed like The Crow.”

Lex just looked at him, “Get out of here.”

“I’m serious,” the guard said, “He looks like The Crow.”

“Very good,” Lex said turning from him and quickly set about getting him self dressed, “Go stand somewhere until I need you.”

“Yes sir,” the man said looking around for somewhere out of the way where he could stand.

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“Wow,” Chloe said looking Clark over, “You’re looking hot Kent.”

Clark was till having trouble talking because he could not look at Pete without cracking up and losing all sense of speech, “Thanks Chloe.”

Lana was looking Ronan over and wondered how it was he was able to walk in those boots like that without falling and breaking his neck. He had to have some serious balance and grace to pull that shit off, not to mention some strong fucking ankles.

Ronan saw her looking at him and he smiled, “Hi Lana.”

“Howdy do,” she said with a small wave, “Does anyone know where the birthday boy is?”

“Where is the birthday boy,” Pete shouted into the microphone.

“I’m right here,” a voice said and everyone turned to see Lex gliding slowly down the stairs.

Chloe’s eyes widened and Pete could not believe his eyes. It looked as though Lex Luthor was just like the rest of them, crazy as fuck.

Clark had to put both hands over his mouth to keep from laughing at how fucking scary and graceful Lex looked as he came down the steps in that getup. He had on the Dalmation coat that Cruella Deville would kill for.

Pete was snickering something awful and then announced into the microphone, “And we now have Lexella Deville!”

Lana suddenly just broke out into laughter. Lex even had on the crazy hair piece with black on one side and white on the other sticking up in all directions giving him that crazy persona. The dark red lipstick and the black eyeliner made him look just as evil as she did.

Lex looked at Chloe who was getting out her camera and clacked all the way over to her, “Don’t you even think about it.”

“Oh come on Lexella,” she said holding it away from him, “You know it really can’t be helped.”

“If this gets into any of your school papers,” he hissed, “I’ll skin and wear you like I am these dogs.”

A gasp went off from behind them and Lana stepped forward, “What?”

“Lex,” Clark asked walking over with Ronan, “You’re kidding, right?”

Lex smiled and he did indeed look evil as sin and just as crazy, “Oh believe me, I will skin her.”

“Not that,” Pete said trying his best not to laugh, “The dogs?”

“Oh,” Lex said doing a small twirl for them, “They were so cute but it simply had to be done.”

Ronan knew that Lex was just messing with them and Lana looked as though she was about to cry. Wow, they really didn’t put something like this past Lex Luthor.

“I’m kidding,” he said as he walked away for them to follow him into the main room, “I help fund PETA.”

Lana let out a breath she had been holding and bumped into Lex who had stopped. She peeked around to see that he was staring at the table where the people had taken them from the door and placed them there for him.

“They bought me gifts,” he thought to himself happily, “Nobody but dad has ever bought me gifts.”

Clark quickly ran over to the table to place his gift and turned to smile at him, “Happy birthday Lex.”

Lex smiled at him, “Thanks Clark.”

“So,” Pete said into the microphone getting everyone’s attention, “Lets get this party started!”

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Lana and Chloe had put on their bathing suits and were in the pool having a water fight while Pete was playing video games and eating what was left of the food. Lex had opened all of his gifts except for the one that Clark had given him. He always saved the best for last.

Clark was watching him while he opened it and grinned when he saw the huge smile on Lex’s face. Clark had gotten him a set of silver cufflinks that had LL on them. He looked up at Clark and smiled, “I love them.”

“I really didn’t know what to get you,” Clark said honestly, “But when I saw these I knew they were for you.”

“I’ll wear them,” Lex said holding them up to the light, “Thanks Clark.”

“You’re welcome,” Clark said suddenly getting to his feet when he heard Lana shriek because Chloe had knocked her off the floating device only to turn back around to smile at him, “I thought something had happened.”

“You’re always watching out for us,” Lex said and then asked, “Aren’t you Clark?”

“You’re my best friends,” Clark said looking for Ronan only to see him laughing at Lana, “It’s what friends do for each other.”

Lex smiled at him and set his favorite gift down on the table next to where he was sitting. Clark really was the sweetest person one could ever hope to meet and befriend. He was always there when you needed him the most. He noticed that Clark kept looking at the karaoke machine that had went unused all night except for the microphone that Pete used to deafen everybody with his hilarious Chris Tucker impersonation.

Ronan walked over and smiled at Clark as he picked up the microphone, “Do you want to sing with me Clark?”

“I can’t sing,” Clark said looking away from him and Lex snorted.

“Come on Clark,” Ronan whined, “I hear you sing in the shower all the time.”

Chloe and Lana stopped splashing long enough for Chloe to shout, “Go for it Clark!”

“It’s just us,” Lana shouted after.

Pete cried out, “You goddamn aliens!”

Clark cringed and Pete turned to look at the three of them, “What?”

“Come on Clark,” Ronan said looking over the list of all the songs a Luthor could afford, “Pick one you know.”

“And the words will flash on the screen right there,” Lex said pointing at the monitor.

“Okay,” Clark said knowing that he might as well just get it over with or they’ll never leave him alone, “Let me see.”

“How about this one,” he asked Ronan and he nodded.

Chloe and Lana climbed out of the pool to wrap their towels around themselves as Clark pushed the button for the music to start to play. Ronan looked at Clark, “Who goes first?”

“It was your idea,” he said, “So you go first.”

“Okay,” Ronan said and listened to the upbeat techno tune waiting for the words to pop up on the screen.


Your cruel device

Your blood like ice

One look could kill

My pain your thrill…


I wanna love you

But I’d better not touch

I wanna hold you

But my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you

But I want it too much

I wanna taste you

But your lips are venomous poison


You’re poison running through my veins

You’re poison

I don’t wanna break these chains


Clark smiled at Ronan and was a little shocked at just how lovely his voice was and the memories from long ago came back. The music slowed down and he quickly looked at the screen to see what the words were now that he knew the tune to the song.


Your mouth

So hot

Your web

I’m caught

Your skin

So wet

Black lace

On sweat


I hear you calling

And its needles and pins

I wanna hurt you

Just to hear you screaming my name

Don’t wanna touch you

But you’re under my skin

I wanna kiss you

But your lips are venomous poison


You’re poison running through my veins

You’re poison

I don’t wanna break these chains


The song slowed down again and both Clark and Ronan looked at the screen to sing at the same time.


Running deep inside my veins

Poison burning deep inside my veins

One look could kill

My pain your thrill…


The both of them looked at each other as the song sped back up again to voice out.


I wanna love you

But I better not touch

I wanna hold you

But my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you

But I want it too much

I wanna taste you

But your lips are venomous poison


You’re poison running through my veins

You’re poison

I don’t wanna break these chains


Ronan threw back his head, “Poison!”


The two of them looked at each other and everyone was amazed at how great the two of them were together and they even looked the part. Their voices blended in almost perfect harmony.


I wanna love you

But I better not touch

I wanna hold you

But my senses tell me to stop

I want to kiss you

But I want it too much

I wanna taste you

But your lips are venomous poison


You’re poison running through my veins

You’re poison

I don’t wanna break these chains


Lex was on his feet clapping as the two of them took a bow. Chloe and Lana were stunned at just how great the two of them sang together. Pete had food falling out of his mouth. He wondered if he could start a band.

“That was cool,” Chloe said looking at Clark who really needed something to drink, “I had no idea you could sing Clark.”

“I only sing in the shower,” Clark told her blushing, “It’ll never happen again.”

“Don’t be so sure, Kent,” Pete called over from the couch, “I might be able to make a shit load of money off you two.”

“Uh-huh,” Ronan said as he handed Clark one of the blue bottles of water, “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Clark said taking the cap off and taking a big drink.

Ronan was smiling at him and he turned to watch Chloe and Lana jump back into the pool and Pete went back to his video game where he had to destroy all the evil aliens that were trying to take over Earth. He looked to see Lex walk over to the window to look out at the sky and wondered what the young man was thinking. He looked like he was such a lonely person and whenever he looked at Clark he would just light up on the inside.

Clark nudged Ronan on the shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Ronan said looking at him, “You have a beautiful voice Clark.”

“I know,” he said with a blush that could not be seen because of his makeup, “But nobody else was supposed to know about that.”

Ronan rolled his eyes and took him by the hands, “Show me Lex’s gardens.”

“Okay,” Clark said looking into his magical eyes and called over to Lex, “Do you care if I show Ronan the gardens Lex?”

“Of course not,” Lex said turning to smile at them, “Just be careful, the sprinklers tend to come on at odd moments during the night.”

“Okay,” Clark said and then called as Ronan pulled him out, “Thanks for the warning!”

“You’re welcome,” Lex said turning to look back out the window to suddenly feel a slight pang between his eyes. His eyes slowly bled to twin pools of black fire that burned to endless depths as he stood up straight with an evil smirk on his devilish face, “You’re so very welcomed.”

TBC…

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Note: I do not own the song Poison. It is property of Groove Coverage.