Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

Flora Winters

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

Summary: Kal fell in a crash of booming thunder and hisses of lightning but he was not the only being to fall from the heavens on that night. This takes place at around and about the beginning of Season Four.

Chapter Sixteen

The moon was full of silver light as green eyes took in their surroundings. There were huge rocks all around him and each looked to be made of solid quartz crystal. All kinds of phosphorous plants were growing around the stones and gave off their own unique shades of light. He could even hear the soft sound of dripping water.

A sweet floral scent was in the air and he could not place the smell with any flora he was familiar with. He heard a soft hiss of silk and was suddenly standing in that room he found himself in almost every night.

The bed was gone, but in its place was a shimmering pool of water. The black marble floor was cool under his bare feet as she slowly walked over to stand before it. The water appeared to be liquid silver moonlight. It was so beautiful and what was slowly rising up out of it made its beauty pale in comparison.

Long flowing black hair that was darker than night yet each strand burned like black fire rose up out of the sliver water followed by a face that was so lovely it could freeze the breath in a mortal’s lungs. His skin did not look like skin at all. It was filled with light and was as radiant as mother of pearl.

The man that was not a man was now standing on the surface of the silver water as if it were as solid as the marble Clark was standing on. That perfect, radiant body was clothed only by his coiling, lustrous hair that glistened like onyx.

“Come to me,” that deep sing-song voice lulled, “Come to me, Beloved.”

Green eyes looked down at the water and he did not know how fathomless it was. He looked up with fear evident in his emerald eyes and that ethereal being smiled at him so lovingly.

“Come,” that voice that haunted the depths of his mind called softer than starlight, “Do not be afraid.”

Clark slowly began to step forward with his eyes not leaving those amethyst orbs. Those luminous arms embraced him tenderly and he rested his head on his dream lover’s shoulder.

“I love you so much,” he said and then whispered like a warm summer breeze that smelled of honeysuckle, “Kal.”

--Clark&Lindsey—

Clark’s eyes snapped open to the sound of his annoying alarm clock and moaned because of the stickiness in his briefs. He sat up and stretched only to roll his eyes when his dad yelled up the stairs about how the cows were not able to feed themselves.

--Clark&Lindsey sitting in a spaceship—

Clark got done feeding the cattle and decided to play around with his football. He pretended that the cows in the field were people in the stadium and their “moos” were cheers of praise.

He bent over and shouted, “Thirty-one, 42, hut!”

He took a few steps back and ran circles around some of the closer cows and threw the ball towards a bucket full of water hanging on a pole. He cringed when the bucket exploded when the ball hit it, but threw up his arms and shouted in glee, “And the Crows take the State Championship!”

Little did he know that his dad and Jason were coming up behind him and Jason was clapping, “I knew you were talented, Clark. I just had no idea you could see the future as well.”

“I was just practicing, Coach,” Clark said turning to smile at them. He was just full of energy for some reason, and it felt good.

“It’s good to visualize game winning plays,” Jason said with some really big news, “Especially when the coach from Met U is coming to the game on Friday night to check out our new Quarterback.”

“You’re kidding me,” Clark said in mirrored excitement.

Jason laughed, “I don’t kid about football.”

“That is so cool,” Clark said looking at his dad, about to say something only to hear a shrill noise and grabbed his head in agony.

“You okay,” Jason asked in concern when Clark stumbled back moaning in pain.

Jonathan knew what it was.

“Coach,” Jonathan said patting his shoulder, “I’ll take care of him. That’s great news and thanks for stopping by now.”

Jason just stood there in confusion as he watched Mr. Kent run after his stumbling son shouting his name.

“Clark,” Jonathan said taking him by the arm, “What is it?”

“I hear a ringing,” he moaned and pressed his hands against his ears to try and block it out, but it felt like it was coming from inside his brain.

“Where is it coming from,” Jonathan asked looking around for a familiar orange glow.

“I have to go,” Clark said and was gone in a flash.

“Clark,” Jonathan shouted looking around in worry.

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Lex looked at his father who was coughing and looking a little under the weather these days. Lex simply smiled in glee, “You don’t look so well, Dad. Did you forget to take your vitamins this morning?”

Lionel was not amused as he slowly took a seat in front of his son at the table, “I know how angry you are, Lex. You let them put me in this godforsaken place because of it. But it’s too late to change that now.”

“So I’ve heard,” Lex said fighting not to giggle like a little school girl about to inherit everything, “A month left before your liver gives up on you for good. Maybe I should stop drinking.”

Lionel looked away and Lex smiled, “What, you didn’t think I’d come all the way here without having some tea with the good doctor now did you?”

“I wanted to see you, Lex,” Lionel said, “To say goodbye face to face.”

Lex fought real hard not to roll his eyes. Was the old man done yet? He had a stone to find.

“I have done many things in my life that I’ve come to regret,” Lionel said, “But there is one thing I’ll never forgive myself.”

Lex just looked at him with eyes as cold as a winter’s wind hissing through an open window in the dead of night, “Which would be?”

“I never said,” Lionel began and looked into those unforgiving eyes, “I love you.”

Lex blinked. What?

Lionel just held out his hand to his son. This was the first time in all his life that his dad had ever said those three little words he so desperately wanted to hear.

“Please,” Lionel begged softly.

Clark suddenly came through the door just in time to see Lionel holding out his hand to Lex. The noise was driving him insane and his eyes went into x-ray mode to see that Lionel was holding something in his other hand with a Kryptonian symbol on it. The noise was coming from it. The noise had led him here.

Lex moved to take his father’s hand for Clark to shout, “Lex, no!”

He rushed forward and flipped the table over which knocked Lex to the ground. He grabbed Lionel by the collar which made the older man smile.

Lionel brought his other hand up and touched it to Clark’s hand.

A power went off around the two of them in golden light and it felt as though they were being torn in two. A flash went off and the two of them fell to the floor.

“Clark,” Lex yelled getting to his feet.

His dad spun around and looked confused as hell, “What?”

Lionel was watching in awe as he watched his former shell being dragged away. Did his voice really sound that old, “What are you doing?”

That was until Clark saw his reflection and flipped the hell out, “Let me go! Lex!”

“What the hell are you doing here,” Lex yelled at what looked to be Clark.

“You’re father,” Lionel in Clark’s body lied, “He wanted to see me.”

“Did he ask you to lay me out while you were at it,” Lex asked and pointed at the mess over his shoulder.

“He had something sharp,” Lionel said, “A knife.”

Lex looked at him and then at the guard, “Let him go.”

Lionel looked around in wonder and then at his son…at Lex, “Let’s get out of here,” he said in Clark’s healthy voice, “Now.”

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and chuckled darkly under his breath. Lionel was walking out free and to beat all, young again. This was so fucking cool.

--K I S S I N G—

“My Lord,” Genevieve called out in worry from her enchanted runes, “I fear that something has happened to your beloved.”

Loth floated out of the darkness with shadows clothing his luminous bodie like spider webs. His eyes were burning something fierce, “I felt it too.”

Small sparks flickered from the corner of his eyes as she bowed as low as her body would allow. His dark hair coiled and hissed angrily, “A stone of power has been used.”

“What,’ Genevieve asked in excitement, “Where my Lord, and which one?”

“Well, my dear,” Loth hissed cold enough to blister her fair skin, “If I knew that…I wouldn’t need you…now would I?”

He looked back into the darkness and seethed with worry. If something should happen to his Beloved…he would make this earth a place of terrible torment instead of a delightful paradise.

“Stick with the design,” Loth commanded and floated up above her, “And I’ll take care of all the details.”

“As my God wishes,” she said and humbly bowed to him again.

In a hiss of silk he was gone. Even though the air was warm…she was freezing.

--ClarkHEARTSLoth—

Lex pulled into the farm and put the car into park looking over at Clark who was really Lionel who seemed lost in his thoughts.

“Clark, you don’t seem like your usual self,” Lex said with some worry, “You barely said a word the entire drive here.”

“I’m sorry,” Lionel said in what he thought was Clark like, “Being in that prison kind of upset me.”

“Its not the happiest place on Earth,” Lex said looking out his windshield at the farm.

“No, it isn’t, Lex,” Lionel said looking at him with big green eyes, “Do you ever feel guilty about sending your father to prison?”

“And why would I,” Lex asked wondering where the hell this was going to take him, “He murdered his parents. He tried to hurt you. He almost succeeded in killing Chloe. He poisoned his own son, me! I did society a favor by locking his sorry ass away.”

“But, that blood relationship,” Lionel asked, “It doesn’t mean anything to you?”

“Blood means nothing if there is no love,” Lex told him, “And since when did you become the president of my father’s fanclub?”

“You’re right,” Lionel said reaching for the door handle, “Of course.”

He got out of the car chuckling and then closed it behind him to lean in smiling at his son, “He’s only your father. Why should you feel anything?”

Lex’s eyes turned to frost and Lionel snorted in a Clark like manner and walked away from the car. He watched his son drive away and saw his hated rival, Jonathan Kent, working on a tractor.

“Hey, Clark,” Jonathan called needing some help.

Lionel snorted, “Howdy, Dad.”

“Come over here and help me,” Jonathan said.

Lionel put his hands behind his back and sauntered over to him as Jonathan asked, “Your mother and I were worried about you. Are you feeling all right?”

“I feel fine,” Lionel said honestly, “Never better actually.”

“That’s good,” Jonathan said getting to his feet, “It’s never a good sign when people start hearing strange noises.”

Lionel looked at him in confusion as the man continued, “Give me a hand and lift it on up.”

“Lift,” Lionel asked in confusion and looked around, “Lift what?”

“The tractor,” Jonathan said, “It’s been giving me trouble all week. I need to check out the rear end. Lift it up, Son.”

Lionel laughed, “And just how would I do that?”

“Very funny,” Jonathan said, “Now lift it up.”

Lionel almost jumped out of his skin when Jonathan said, “Let’s move it, Clark.”

“Okay, okay,” he said and put his hands on the tractor and lifted. His new eyes almost popped out of his head. He was lifting a fucking tractor. This was fucking amazing.

“That’s nice,” Jonathan said, “But I’m not 5’4”.”

Lionel looked at him in shock when Jonathan told him to lift it over his head so he could check under the belly. This was fucking awesome. He was holding a tractor over his head without bending a knee or breaking a sweat.

“Of course,” Lionel muttered under his breath, “Now it all makes perfect sense.”

“What’s that,’ Jonathan asked.

“Oh,” Lionel said actually thinking about just dropping the damn thing on him, “It’s just that it’s so dirty under here.”

Jonathan turned to look at him, “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I feel just fine, Dad,” Lionel said with a big smile and Jonathan narrowed his eyes, but finally nodded.

Lionel chuckled to himself, “This is so cool. If only you knew how deceitful your best friend and love interest has been, Son.”

He almost dropped the tractor when that came to mind. This body had been somewhat intimate with his son. Now that was kinky, in a dark and twisted sort of way.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.