His Name in the Green

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.

Chapter Eighteen

Clark had held him while he had wept for his parents, and now the golden deity was asleep on his bed. He stood there at the foot, watching the slow rise and fall of his muscular chest.

Flowers were growing and sprouting fragrant blossoms all around him as he stood there, looming down at him. His bedroom was like a tiny tropical forest. The walls, floor, and ceiling were completely taken over by beautiful and colorful flora.

His mind was all over the place, just like the roots of trees in Mother Earth. He had screamed and cursed for most of the day in Clark’s loving embrace. The phone had rung off the hook and the voicemail was full of relatives concerned and mournful voices. He just couldn’t deal with them right now.

Clark had been the one to answer the phone for the first two hours while holding him. The farmboy had told his relatives that he was a close, personal friend of his and that he could only take messages. Clark had told them that he unable to speak to anyone. That had really relieved him. Clark was so kind and caring.

He sat down at Clark’s feet and closed his eyes. He was so full of nervous energy. His body was telling him that he needed to do something or things were going to get smashed. So, he turned around and began to creep like a vine up the length of Clark’s sleeping body.

“Clark,” he whispered like a sweet puff of jasmine in his ear. Green eyes fluttered open.

“Huh?” Clark asked, coming to, lifting his head up some. “What is it? Are you okay?”

Dustin tenderly traced those wondrous lips with a rose white finger, straddling his waist as if he were about to take a wild ride. His vibrant red locks gently dusted over golden flesh as he loomed over Clark’s handsome face. “Will you make love to me?”

Clark blinked. The intoxicating scent of moonflowers seemed to suddenly fill the room. “Dustin?”

“Please,” he cooed, swallowing as the tears streamed for him eyes, landing harmlessly on golden flesh. “I just want to be loved.”

Clark gently pulled him down, taking those petal soft lips with his own. It caused Dustin to sigh with pleasure and it was as though all the plants in the room did as well. He suddenly found that he was now on the bottom and Clark was on top. There was so much possessiveness in his eyes and the way he kissed. It sent delightful chills racing down his spine.

“Please,” Dustin moaned as Clark attacked his smooth white throat. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“Never,” Clark said in a really deep voice, caressing his silky flesh. He smiled like a wolf eager for the hunt. Dustin believed him. He truly believed that Clark would never willingly leave his garden.

He suddenly put his bone white hands on Clark’s golden chest, pushing him back with supernatural strength. The two fell off the bed, only for plants to rapidly sprout, catching them on a soft bed of brilliantly colored petals. It felt as though they were on a bed of scented marshmallows.

“I’ll bloom only for you, Clark,” he promised, running his hands through his fiery red hair that smelled of paradise,

Clark grinned, covering every inch of his honey sweet body with butterfly soft kisses. “How do you want me?”

“In me,” Dustin purred, arching his back when Clark ripped his shirt open, revealing a toned alabaster chest. “I want you buried deep inside me.”

“Come with me,” Clark said, picking him up in his arms. “I just heard a window break.”

“Oops,” Dustin smiled for the first time that day. “My babies tend to get excited when I’m excited.”

Clark nodded, carrying him out of the room. The plants followed. “We’ll just use the backyard then.”

Dustin nodded. That would work just fine. He didn’t look at the picture of his parents as Clark carried him down the vine covered steps. He had them move with each step the alien took.

My parents are dead, he thought to himself. What do I do now? I don’t know anything about living on my own.

That was when a voice began to sing in his mind. You have a fortune, Demetrius Blight. What use do you have for parents? They are nothing to you now. You are Nature made flesh. You are Lord and Master of the Green World.

The voice was so sweet and laced with venomous goodness. It was his own voice speaking to him. We are Aiyana!

His eyes began to shimmer with a molten lime green glow. His body began to hum with want for Clark. He blocked out his inner voice and the Green. All he wanted right now was Clark. Clark? He was going to have to be careful. He couldn’t allow Clark to see the scary him.

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He had Clark all tied up in vines, licking his sexy toes. He simply loved knowing that the Sky God was only pretending to be at his mercy. Clark could break free at any moment and sow some more of his seed in his garden.

Clark was whimpering and moaning as he licked up the insides of his muscular thighs. His large root was leaking like a faucet. Dustin had no doubt that Clark could orgasm till the end of time. Hell, he probably could to. Like the earth, he was just as fertile.

“Please,” Clark begged when he started sucking on his velvet soft pomegranates, causing the sexy farmboy to buck his hips. “Oh, please…Dust…”

Dustin loved it. He wanted to see how long he could torture Clark until the alien lost all control. He would get him just that close to release, and then back off.

Clark writhed under his luminous white hands and cruel lips. He had the poor boy biting his bottom lip. Oh, he loved it!

“I…can’t,” Clark hissed, fighting to not break his bonds.

Dustin suddenly released him from his green bonds and Clark was on him like a twister touching down. He landed on his back, cushioned by plump purple blossoms of a giant orchid.

His skin shimmered like it had been dusted with emerald green glitter as Clark put his hands on the insides of his knees, slowly entering him all over again. Dustin shouted and pushed forward, burring Clark’s spade deep inside him.

“So tight,” Clark panted, thrusting his hips back and forth with a song-like rhythm. “So…hot…”

Dustin laughed, pulling him down for a kiss as Clark took him for the fifth time. It was like his sacred flower was molding itself in order to give Clark ultimate pleasure.

Clark threw his head back and Dustin practically screamed as they both came together at the same time. Clark trembled and collapsed onto him, twitching every now and then as he rode the seemingly endless wave of pleasure.

“Take me home with you, Clark,” Dustin said, running his fingers through his wet black locks. “I don’t want to stay here by myself.”

He wasn’t alone. He had all the plants to keep him company. But, he just wanted to be with Clark for now.

Clark raised his head. “Again?”

Dustin snorted. “You so horny.”

Clark nodded. “You so right.”

Dustin was an aphrodisiac. He was a drug and there was no cure. One kiss, one look, one touch, one prick, and you’re never going to be the same again. That was for damn sure.

“Mom wanted me to invite you to dinner,” Clark said, placing a kiss above his left nipple. “But…”

“I’ll be okay,” Dustin said, holding his head in his arms. “I have you…”

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Martha and Jonathan were both silent when the supermodel came strolling into their house behind their son. The two of them had never seen a boy so pretty. Was it even legal for a man to be that beautiful?

“Hello,” Dustin said in a small voice, smiling a smile that could blind angels in flight. “I’m sorry…I hope I’m not…”

“Not at all, dear,” Martha said, stepping forward, noticing how he quickly put his hands in his pockets. “We’re more than happy to have you here. I was just about to put dinner on the table.”

The gorgeous redhead looked down at his feet. His eyes were simply enchanting and he smelled wonderful, like some exotic flower.

“Well,” Jonathan said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m just glad you’re not a drag queen.”

Clark blushed. “Dad…”

“Not that I have anything against them,” Jonathan said, putting up his hands in defense. “It’s just that the moment they get their faces on, and step into a pair of heels, they transform into raging bitches.”

“And where did you hear that?” Martha asked, smacking him on the arm for saying the B-word.

Jonathan looked away, rubbing his shoulder. “I’ve seen movies.”

She looked at her son. The poor dear looked like he wanted to die.

“Well,” Dustin said, looking around the farmhouse with eyes that shimmered with green curiosity. “I think I would be a raging bitch to if I had to wear those kinds of shoes.”

All three Kent’s looked at him and Jonathan snorted. Clark was all red in the face and Martha could only laugh out loud.

“How about you two go wash your hands,” Martha said, finding Clark’s boyfriend an utter delight. He did look just like the villain on the cover of that comic. That did cause her some bit of worry. “And I’ll go set the table.”

She watched the two boys walk off towards the stairs. The redhead moved with a sensual grace that was smoky and almost serpent-like. It looked almost as if he were dancing to a tune that only he could hear.

“Well?” She asked, turning to her husband.

“As long as he isn’t a Luthor,” Jonathan said, nodding his head. “I’m a happy man.”

Martha rolled her eyes. “I knew you were going to say that.”

“Then why ask?”

“To give you the benefit of a doubt,” she smiled, walking into the kitchen with him behind her.

He laughed.

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“You’re parents are sweet, Clark,” Dustin said, looking at his flawless reflection in the oval shaped mirror above the sink. “And your mother is very beautiful.”

Clark smiled sadly, leaning back against the wall behind him. “I’m sorry…”

Dustin turned the water off, and turned around to look up at him. “I’ll be okay.”

Clark held out his arms and Dustin stepped into their warm embrace. “I’m just a quick whoosh away…”

Dustin lightly chuckled. It was lovely to the ears. “Yes, you are.”

“You can have my bed,” Clark told him, moving with him towards the door. “And I’ll bunk on the sofa in front of the television.”

“Oh, come now, Clark. What kind of monster do you take me for?” Dustin asked, digging his heels into the ground, halting their progression out the door.

“The sweet smelling kind that would never do anything to upset his boyfriend whose bigger, stronger, and just plain badass, that’s what kind.”

Dustin snorted. “Oh, no you didn’t.”

“Yeah,” Clark laughed. “I did.”

Dustin squeezed him tight. “Thank you.”

“You’re my boyfriend,” Clark whispered, kissing the top of his head. “I’m here for you.”

That caused Dustin to feel so very warm on the inside. He felt like there was a gentle sun burning in the center of his chest. That was just how warm Clark made him feel. He looked up into Clark’s smiling face, and it washed his sorrow away just like that.

“Come on,” Clark said, hauling him out the door with alien strength. “Me hungry man.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Are you a caveman now?”

Clark nodded. “Me get club later.”

“And what are you going to do with it?” Dustin asked as they went down the stairs together. “Hit me over the head and drag me back to your den?”

Clark nodded again.

Dustin was looking forward to a wild night, getting some sleep, and then he would deal with reality. But, for right now, just for right now, he wanted to get lost in a happy dream. That was all he really wanted to do at the moment.

“Well, would you look at that,” Clark’s mother said as they walked into the kitchen. “I thought my African violets were dead…”

TBC…

I’m so sorry it has taken me forever to update. I hope all is well with everyone. School has been a nightmare. Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.