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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,651
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Sixteen
His Name in the Green
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters. I also do not own the idea of Poison Ivy. She is one of my favorite villains of all time.
Summary: A young botanist has a little accident in his green house and later sees Smallville ripe for the greening. This will have male/male parings, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There will also be some very strong language, just because I like using it. MA.
Chapter Sixteen
Clark sat Dustin down on his feet, taking a small step back to allow the beautiful god in his eyes to get his bearings. He could not help but run his fingers through that soft wind blown rose red hair. It seemed to shimmer in the light coming through the tiny cracks in the barn.
“I don’t think I will ever get bored with that,” Dustin said, taking a look around the loft. It smelled of hay and machinery that tore into Mother Earth.
“Really,” Clark asked, looking a little sheepish.
Dustin bounced away from him and sprinted over to the window. His gorgeous lime green eyes took in the beauty of the Kent Farm. There was no sound, except for nature, and Clark’s booted feet approaching him across wood.
He closed his eyes as Clark wrapped his powerful arms around his narrow waist from behind, and rested his chin on his left shoulder. It made Dustin smile. He leaned back into his alien’s firm embrace.
“Your home is beautiful, Clark,” he said, wishing that his parents would hurry home. He really missed them. They should be home any day now. He wanted to introduce Clark to them.
“What’s wrong,” Clark asked, giving his waist a light squeeze.
“I just miss my parents,” he said, resting his head against his rosy golden cheek, “They’re in Hawaii right now at a conference.”
“Oh,” Clark said, “I bet Hawaii is pretty.”
Dustin nodded, “Would you like to go sometime?”
Did he just ask that out loud?
Clark nuzzled his cheek, “I’m fast, but I can’t run on water.”
Dustin chuckled, “We’ll have to fly, silly.”
“I dreamt I was flying all over Smallville once,” Clark told him, “I was flying over rooftops, over the fields of corn, and just felt so free.”
Dustin closed his eyes, imagining that he was flying with Clark.
“And that was when I woke up in the middle of a road ten miles from here,” he finished, “Where Lex almost ran me over.”
Dustin opened his eyes, putting his hands over Clark’s, “That’s amazing. Well, not the whole almost getting ran over part. That would have left you with a lot of explaining to do.”
Clark chuckled. He could have just played dead. That could have been amusing. Then jump up at him, “Boo!”
He could just see Lex fuming and snapping at him with really white teeth.
“Clark,” he mimicked Lex in a Rickie Ricardo accent, “You’ve got some ‘splaining to do.”
Dustin snorted, “I can so see that.”
Clark cried like Lucy would do every time she knew she was in trouble.
Dustin laughed.
Clark smiled, “I thought you might like that.”
“I use to watch that show all the time,” he said, pulling away from Clark.
He wanted to take a walk through the apple orchard. He jumped out the window before Clark could yell his name.
“Dustin,” he cried when he found his voice, leaning out to see him sitting on a huge red blossom that was lowering him to the ground.
His mouth hung open in shock. That was awesome.
“Come on,” Dustin called up to him, and took off prancing across the grass.
Clark watched as flowers blossomed wherever he stepped. He was leaving a trail of blooming flowers for him to follow.
In a blink he was standing right where Dustin had just been. He saw the redhead racing into the apple trees.
He took off at a normal run calling out his name. Dustin had frightened him when he jumped from the window without warning. It had not been a high jump, but still, he could have been hurt.
He stopped beside a tree, watching as the whole orchard came to life for Dustin. The smell of fresh apple blossoms tickled his nose. He simply loved that smell.
The blossoming limbs were growing and moving to touch Dustin as he walked amongst them. Clark was in awe and froze when Dustin removed his shirt. That perfect alabaster flesh just shimmered in that bright yellow sunlight.
A limb caught his shirt and kept it from getting dirty.
Dustin slowly spun around, hair blazing like flame, to smile at Clark. Tree limbs coiled and curled around him like smoke. He held out a finger and motioned for Clark to come to him.
How could he refuse and invitation like that? With a warm whoosh of apple scented air, he was standing right in front of Dustin. It made the radiant redhead laugh.
He smiled at the bigger man, “It is said that Lucifer tempted Eve with the fruit of knowledge.”
Clark cocked his head to the side.
“Won’t you come into my garden, Clark,” Dustin cooed, enticing him with his masculine beauty, “Won’t you come and sample my forbidden fruits?”
Clark looked into his eyes, “I might hurt you.”
Dustin smiled, “My body is no longer human, Clark.”
Clark’s eyes began to glow a very horny shade of green. He pulled Dustin away from those caressing branches. He wanted to be the only thing touching him. When had he gotten so bold? There was just something about this man.
“I’m Nature,” he gasped, as he ripped Clark’s shirt open.
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Martha was sitting at the dinner table, reading another one of Clark’s hidden graphic novels. It was part two to the first one. It was amazing how she had never thought her son might be gay…bisexual…whatever the kiddies were calling it nowadays. She turned the page, only to stop.
Did the Earth just move?
The tinkering of her teacup on its china plate was her answer.
“Jonathan,” she called out, slowly getting to her feet.
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Chloe peeked from behind the curtain when all the shampoo bottles in the shower suddenly fell. The Earth so moved.
“Lana!”
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He looked down into Clark’s sleeping face and smiled as he rested on top of his naked body. Here was a being that he never had to worry about physically harming.
He was so happy. This was noticeable because there was flowers growing and blooming all around them. They were being cocooned in a bower of flowers.
He licked Clark’s corded neck with a petal soft tongue, loving the taste of his golden flesh.
The sun was pouring down on the two of them and it felt wonderful. His hands began to travel lower to suddenly grip Clark’s spent cock only for it to drip to life once more.
He smiled as he glided down his muscular body, to spread his powerful legs.
At first, Clark’s lovemaking had hurt, but his body had quickly adapted to the alien’s thrusts.
He licked Clark’s velvety soft sack, which made him moan in his sleep. He loved the smell of Clark’s primal essence.
He trailed his tongue up that long golden shaft to lick circles around that soft pink head that seemed to blossom bigger for him.
Clark’s fingers dug into the soft earth, toes curling.
He opened his eyes, blinking the sleep away. He lifted his head up to see the redheaded god between his thighs.
Dustin suddenly licked his trick spot and Clark’s head smacked the ground, which caused it to rumble. That made him chuckle. He and Clark had made the Earth move. If that was not a sign saying that they belonged together, then he did not know what was.
Clark’s stones were boiling and he could feel his cock tightening deep inside. That happy feeling was slowly coming into play with each stroke, and it was starting to feel even better.
It was like a bow being strung with an arrow. You pull that arrow back on the string until it’s nice and tight. Then when everything is feeling just right, you open fire when you feel really, really good.
Clark twitched, when that tingling sensation came on. His mouth opened, eyes crossed, toes curled, hips bucked, and Dustin got to taste his pearly white load.
He grunted, and his whole body sang in pleasure. His whole body twitched as he wrapped his arms around his enticing redheaded Serpent.
Dustin smiled, “You taste like some kind of sweet nectar.”
Clark squeezed him, and kissed those glowing red lips to the point where it would have bruised a human.
Dustin rested in his arms and could feel the happiness in him blossoming like all the flowers around them.
“Clark,” a voice shouted from somewhere in the near distance.
The both of them bolted up.
“Dad,” Clark said, looking around wildly, “Where’s our clothes?”
Dustin bit his bottom lip, “Search me?”
The whole orchard had become one giant blooming garden. Their clothes could be anywhere.
“Hey,” Clark asked, pointing, “Why is my underwear all the way up there?”
Dustin looked up, and snorted.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters. I also do not own the idea of Poison Ivy. She is one of my favorite villains of all time.
Summary: A young botanist has a little accident in his green house and later sees Smallville ripe for the greening. This will have male/male parings, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There will also be some very strong language, just because I like using it. MA.
Chapter Sixteen
Clark sat Dustin down on his feet, taking a small step back to allow the beautiful god in his eyes to get his bearings. He could not help but run his fingers through that soft wind blown rose red hair. It seemed to shimmer in the light coming through the tiny cracks in the barn.
“I don’t think I will ever get bored with that,” Dustin said, taking a look around the loft. It smelled of hay and machinery that tore into Mother Earth.
“Really,” Clark asked, looking a little sheepish.
Dustin bounced away from him and sprinted over to the window. His gorgeous lime green eyes took in the beauty of the Kent Farm. There was no sound, except for nature, and Clark’s booted feet approaching him across wood.
He closed his eyes as Clark wrapped his powerful arms around his narrow waist from behind, and rested his chin on his left shoulder. It made Dustin smile. He leaned back into his alien’s firm embrace.
“Your home is beautiful, Clark,” he said, wishing that his parents would hurry home. He really missed them. They should be home any day now. He wanted to introduce Clark to them.
“What’s wrong,” Clark asked, giving his waist a light squeeze.
“I just miss my parents,” he said, resting his head against his rosy golden cheek, “They’re in Hawaii right now at a conference.”
“Oh,” Clark said, “I bet Hawaii is pretty.”
Dustin nodded, “Would you like to go sometime?”
Did he just ask that out loud?
Clark nuzzled his cheek, “I’m fast, but I can’t run on water.”
Dustin chuckled, “We’ll have to fly, silly.”
“I dreamt I was flying all over Smallville once,” Clark told him, “I was flying over rooftops, over the fields of corn, and just felt so free.”
Dustin closed his eyes, imagining that he was flying with Clark.
“And that was when I woke up in the middle of a road ten miles from here,” he finished, “Where Lex almost ran me over.”
Dustin opened his eyes, putting his hands over Clark’s, “That’s amazing. Well, not the whole almost getting ran over part. That would have left you with a lot of explaining to do.”
Clark chuckled. He could have just played dead. That could have been amusing. Then jump up at him, “Boo!”
He could just see Lex fuming and snapping at him with really white teeth.
“Clark,” he mimicked Lex in a Rickie Ricardo accent, “You’ve got some ‘splaining to do.”
Dustin snorted, “I can so see that.”
Clark cried like Lucy would do every time she knew she was in trouble.
Dustin laughed.
Clark smiled, “I thought you might like that.”
“I use to watch that show all the time,” he said, pulling away from Clark.
He wanted to take a walk through the apple orchard. He jumped out the window before Clark could yell his name.
“Dustin,” he cried when he found his voice, leaning out to see him sitting on a huge red blossom that was lowering him to the ground.
His mouth hung open in shock. That was awesome.
“Come on,” Dustin called up to him, and took off prancing across the grass.
Clark watched as flowers blossomed wherever he stepped. He was leaving a trail of blooming flowers for him to follow.
In a blink he was standing right where Dustin had just been. He saw the redhead racing into the apple trees.
He took off at a normal run calling out his name. Dustin had frightened him when he jumped from the window without warning. It had not been a high jump, but still, he could have been hurt.
He stopped beside a tree, watching as the whole orchard came to life for Dustin. The smell of fresh apple blossoms tickled his nose. He simply loved that smell.
The blossoming limbs were growing and moving to touch Dustin as he walked amongst them. Clark was in awe and froze when Dustin removed his shirt. That perfect alabaster flesh just shimmered in that bright yellow sunlight.
A limb caught his shirt and kept it from getting dirty.
Dustin slowly spun around, hair blazing like flame, to smile at Clark. Tree limbs coiled and curled around him like smoke. He held out a finger and motioned for Clark to come to him.
How could he refuse and invitation like that? With a warm whoosh of apple scented air, he was standing right in front of Dustin. It made the radiant redhead laugh.
He smiled at the bigger man, “It is said that Lucifer tempted Eve with the fruit of knowledge.”
Clark cocked his head to the side.
“Won’t you come into my garden, Clark,” Dustin cooed, enticing him with his masculine beauty, “Won’t you come and sample my forbidden fruits?”
Clark looked into his eyes, “I might hurt you.”
Dustin smiled, “My body is no longer human, Clark.”
Clark’s eyes began to glow a very horny shade of green. He pulled Dustin away from those caressing branches. He wanted to be the only thing touching him. When had he gotten so bold? There was just something about this man.
“I’m Nature,” he gasped, as he ripped Clark’s shirt open.
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Martha was sitting at the dinner table, reading another one of Clark’s hidden graphic novels. It was part two to the first one. It was amazing how she had never thought her son might be gay…bisexual…whatever the kiddies were calling it nowadays. She turned the page, only to stop.
Did the Earth just move?
The tinkering of her teacup on its china plate was her answer.
“Jonathan,” she called out, slowly getting to her feet.
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Chloe peeked from behind the curtain when all the shampoo bottles in the shower suddenly fell. The Earth so moved.
“Lana!”
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He looked down into Clark’s sleeping face and smiled as he rested on top of his naked body. Here was a being that he never had to worry about physically harming.
He was so happy. This was noticeable because there was flowers growing and blooming all around them. They were being cocooned in a bower of flowers.
He licked Clark’s corded neck with a petal soft tongue, loving the taste of his golden flesh.
The sun was pouring down on the two of them and it felt wonderful. His hands began to travel lower to suddenly grip Clark’s spent cock only for it to drip to life once more.
He smiled as he glided down his muscular body, to spread his powerful legs.
At first, Clark’s lovemaking had hurt, but his body had quickly adapted to the alien’s thrusts.
He licked Clark’s velvety soft sack, which made him moan in his sleep. He loved the smell of Clark’s primal essence.
He trailed his tongue up that long golden shaft to lick circles around that soft pink head that seemed to blossom bigger for him.
Clark’s fingers dug into the soft earth, toes curling.
He opened his eyes, blinking the sleep away. He lifted his head up to see the redheaded god between his thighs.
Dustin suddenly licked his trick spot and Clark’s head smacked the ground, which caused it to rumble. That made him chuckle. He and Clark had made the Earth move. If that was not a sign saying that they belonged together, then he did not know what was.
Clark’s stones were boiling and he could feel his cock tightening deep inside. That happy feeling was slowly coming into play with each stroke, and it was starting to feel even better.
It was like a bow being strung with an arrow. You pull that arrow back on the string until it’s nice and tight. Then when everything is feeling just right, you open fire when you feel really, really good.
Clark twitched, when that tingling sensation came on. His mouth opened, eyes crossed, toes curled, hips bucked, and Dustin got to taste his pearly white load.
He grunted, and his whole body sang in pleasure. His whole body twitched as he wrapped his arms around his enticing redheaded Serpent.
Dustin smiled, “You taste like some kind of sweet nectar.”
Clark squeezed him, and kissed those glowing red lips to the point where it would have bruised a human.
Dustin rested in his arms and could feel the happiness in him blossoming like all the flowers around them.
“Clark,” a voice shouted from somewhere in the near distance.
The both of them bolted up.
“Dad,” Clark said, looking around wildly, “Where’s our clothes?”
Dustin bit his bottom lip, “Search me?”
The whole orchard had become one giant blooming garden. Their clothes could be anywhere.
“Hey,” Clark asked, pointing, “Why is my underwear all the way up there?”
Dustin looked up, and snorted.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.