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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,614
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 One
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 One
Steve did not know what the fuck to do and he was pacing around his bedroom like a crazy person. They fucking killed that boy and for no reason. Well, he had tripped and fallen, but still, they were responsible.
“You were the one who pushed him,” Whitney yelled in fury, “It’s your fucking fault that he’s dead!”
“We don’t know that he is dead,” Adam said trying his best to stay calm, “We should go back. What if he’s really hurt?”
“The ground fucking ate him,” Whitney roared, “You saw that damn snake thing kill him!”
“We have to go to the police,” Steve said turning from the window to look at them, “It was an accident.”
“And risk being booted off the team,” Whitney hissed and fought not to punch him, “Are you fucking crazy?”
“Dustin could be dead,” Steve yelled and raised his own fists, “And you’re worried about the damn team?”
“I had nothing to do with this,” Whitney said in a deadly voice, “I don’t even know where that little fag lives.”
Adam looked at him with unbelieving eyes, “You would just let him die?”
“He’s dead,” Whitney snapped with a really red face, “The earth fucking buried him.”
Adam looked at Steve, “We have to go back.”
“Hell no,” Whitney said matter of fact, “This little fuck up never happened.”
“You idiot,” Steve yelled, “Our prints are on him!”
“Yours,” Whitney smiled, “Not mine.”
“This is wrong, Whitney,” Adam said in a scared voice.
“What is,” Whitney asked nonchalantly, “I was at home playing Jak and Daxter.”
“I can’t believe this,” Steve said in outrage, “Dustin could be dying.”
“It never happened,” Whitney said with a smile, “His little experiment went deadly.”
“My prints,” Steve hissed.
“All those chemicals,” Whitney said as he turned on the television to some porn, “Probably burned his skin clean off by now.”
“I’m going to puke,” Adam said and he was really starting to look green.
“Pussy,” Whitney snorted and lay back in the chair to watch them tits jiggle, “This never happened.”
Adam and Steve looked at each other and Adam ran to throw up in Steve’s bathroom.
Whitney chuckled.
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Steve could not go to sleep. He could still hear Dustin’s screams in his ears. They were driving him crazy. Did Whitney not have a soul?
He got out of bed and snuck out his window. He had to go and see what really happened to Dustin. Maybe, if he was alive, he could explain, and no charges will be pressed.
“Shit,” he hissed when his foot slipped out of his sandal, “Damn shoes.”
He got on his bike and rode off into the night, praying that Dustin was all right, and unharmed.
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Adam turned off his television and just sat there on his bed in the dark. He looked over at the bright red numbers on his clock to see that it was three in the morning.
He could not close his eyes. Every time he did, he saw that thing biting Dustin. His screams would fill his ears. There was no way he could still be alive. That thing had looked deadly and the ground had swallowed him whole.
He had to make sure.
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The greenhouse in Dustin’s back yard was deathly silent when Steve walked in. He shined his flashlight around to see if he couldn’t find the power switch. He found it soon enough and turned it on.
He immediately sat the flashlight down and held onto his baseball bat tightly. If that snake thing showed its ugly face, it was going to be a dead snake thing.
He carefully made his way over to where Dustin had sunk into the earth. He gazed down to see that there was green and pink lights shining through all the vines and colorful blossoms. It was probably from all those chemicals mixing together.
“Dustin,” Steve whispered as he gazed down, “Dustin?”
“Steve,” a voice said from behind him, which made him yelp in surprise. He spun around with the bat swinging.
“Hold it,” Adam yelled and ducked just barely missed getting his head knocked off, “It’s me!”
“Shit,” Steve hissed and put a big hand over his heart, “Give a guy a heart attack.”
“Sorry,” Adam said and looked around nervously, “Is he down there?”
“I think so,” Steve said in a hushed voice, “Go get my flashlight over there on that table.”
Adam quickly walked over and took it. He brought it back over and shined it down while Steve kept a lookout for that spooky snake thing. This was fucking scary. All these plants were freaking him out. It was like they knew what happened, and they wanted to punish them.
“I think I see something moving,” Adam said and Steve looked down.
“Dustin,” Steve yelled only to shriek when the snake thing jumped up at them.
“Kill it,” Adam yelled and jumped back when Steve swung with all his might.
The snake blossom hissed and then splattered with green sludge when the bat struck it. It fell to ground and made a pitiful whine and was dead.
“What the fuck is that,” Adam yelled.
His answer was the mild shaking of the earth under his feet. The two of them scrambled back and Steve fell out of his sandals as vines shot up from the ground before them.
Glowing green and pink lights seemed to fill the dark void as a giant flower blossom shot straight up out of the hole. The vines were moving like that of deadly serpents and the blood red flower blossom opened to reveal the butterfly within.
Adam and Steve just stood there gawking at the naked God before them. They did not know what to think. Where the hell was Dustin?
This man’s hair was the color of a deep red rose, and his skin was the tint of flawless white alabaster, tinged with a green glow.
“Dustin,” Steve whispered in awe.
Glowing green eyes snapped open and the glow slowly vanished to reveal clear emerald orbs. Those emeralds were looking at the two of them as if they were the scum of the earth.
“Thank god you’re all right,” Adam said in relief.
“Adam and Steve,” Dustin said in a deep, husky voice, and his sinfully red luscious lips smiled viciously, “Trespassing in my forbidden garden.”
“We came back to see if you were all right,” Steve said in defense and wished he had kept quiet.
The vines were coiling under Dustin’s flawless white feet as if waiting for a command. Dustin smiled and raised his hands.
“You two deserve an award for what you have done here,” he said as the vines sealed off the exit behind the two without them knowing.
“We do,” Adam said in confusion.
“Oh, yes,” Dustin said and then saw his dead creation lying beside Steve’s bare foot, “You two shall now receive all that you deserve.”
Both Adam and Steve were totally caught off guard when the vines suddenly coiled around their corded necks and lifted them aff their feet. The two of them were gagging and sputtering for air that was not going to come.
Dustin laughed as he watched them kick and swing for dear life, “Make them dance, my babies!”
He turned his back on the swinging fools to admire himself in the glass. His skin was fucking flawless and his lustrous hair was gorgeous. He smelled and looked divine.
He could hear the voice of the Green and it was music. It was the many voices of Mother Nature.
The plants now moved and grew to be near to him. He could hear their sweet little voices and each one was so beautiful.
“Rosebud,” he smiled and flowers blossomed at his feet as he walked over to her, “Did those nasty humans hurt you?”
“No,” her little voice said.
“Good,” he said and turned back to see the two swinging corpses with their bulging eyes and their thick protruding tongues.
“Men,” he sighed, and put his beautiful white hands on his flawless hips, “Why do they have to make such a mess when they die?”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I would also like to thank mayablackwolf for being the first to review. Thank you, I am so happy that you are enjoying the story so far.
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.
Chapter One
Steve did not know what the fuck to do and he was pacing around his bedroom like a crazy person. They fucking killed that boy and for no reason. Well, he had tripped and fallen, but still, they were responsible.
“You were the one who pushed him,” Whitney yelled in fury, “It’s your fucking fault that he’s dead!”
“We don’t know that he is dead,” Adam said trying his best to stay calm, “We should go back. What if he’s really hurt?”
“The ground fucking ate him,” Whitney roared, “You saw that damn snake thing kill him!”
“We have to go to the police,” Steve said turning from the window to look at them, “It was an accident.”
“And risk being booted off the team,” Whitney hissed and fought not to punch him, “Are you fucking crazy?”
“Dustin could be dead,” Steve yelled and raised his own fists, “And you’re worried about the damn team?”
“I had nothing to do with this,” Whitney said in a deadly voice, “I don’t even know where that little fag lives.”
Adam looked at him with unbelieving eyes, “You would just let him die?”
“He’s dead,” Whitney snapped with a really red face, “The earth fucking buried him.”
Adam looked at Steve, “We have to go back.”
“Hell no,” Whitney said matter of fact, “This little fuck up never happened.”
“You idiot,” Steve yelled, “Our prints are on him!”
“Yours,” Whitney smiled, “Not mine.”
“This is wrong, Whitney,” Adam said in a scared voice.
“What is,” Whitney asked nonchalantly, “I was at home playing Jak and Daxter.”
“I can’t believe this,” Steve said in outrage, “Dustin could be dying.”
“It never happened,” Whitney said with a smile, “His little experiment went deadly.”
“My prints,” Steve hissed.
“All those chemicals,” Whitney said as he turned on the television to some porn, “Probably burned his skin clean off by now.”
“I’m going to puke,” Adam said and he was really starting to look green.
“Pussy,” Whitney snorted and lay back in the chair to watch them tits jiggle, “This never happened.”
Adam and Steve looked at each other and Adam ran to throw up in Steve’s bathroom.
Whitney chuckled.
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Steve could not go to sleep. He could still hear Dustin’s screams in his ears. They were driving him crazy. Did Whitney not have a soul?
He got out of bed and snuck out his window. He had to go and see what really happened to Dustin. Maybe, if he was alive, he could explain, and no charges will be pressed.
“Shit,” he hissed when his foot slipped out of his sandal, “Damn shoes.”
He got on his bike and rode off into the night, praying that Dustin was all right, and unharmed.
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Adam turned off his television and just sat there on his bed in the dark. He looked over at the bright red numbers on his clock to see that it was three in the morning.
He could not close his eyes. Every time he did, he saw that thing biting Dustin. His screams would fill his ears. There was no way he could still be alive. That thing had looked deadly and the ground had swallowed him whole.
He had to make sure.
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The greenhouse in Dustin’s back yard was deathly silent when Steve walked in. He shined his flashlight around to see if he couldn’t find the power switch. He found it soon enough and turned it on.
He immediately sat the flashlight down and held onto his baseball bat tightly. If that snake thing showed its ugly face, it was going to be a dead snake thing.
He carefully made his way over to where Dustin had sunk into the earth. He gazed down to see that there was green and pink lights shining through all the vines and colorful blossoms. It was probably from all those chemicals mixing together.
“Dustin,” Steve whispered as he gazed down, “Dustin?”
“Steve,” a voice said from behind him, which made him yelp in surprise. He spun around with the bat swinging.
“Hold it,” Adam yelled and ducked just barely missed getting his head knocked off, “It’s me!”
“Shit,” Steve hissed and put a big hand over his heart, “Give a guy a heart attack.”
“Sorry,” Adam said and looked around nervously, “Is he down there?”
“I think so,” Steve said in a hushed voice, “Go get my flashlight over there on that table.”
Adam quickly walked over and took it. He brought it back over and shined it down while Steve kept a lookout for that spooky snake thing. This was fucking scary. All these plants were freaking him out. It was like they knew what happened, and they wanted to punish them.
“I think I see something moving,” Adam said and Steve looked down.
“Dustin,” Steve yelled only to shriek when the snake thing jumped up at them.
“Kill it,” Adam yelled and jumped back when Steve swung with all his might.
The snake blossom hissed and then splattered with green sludge when the bat struck it. It fell to ground and made a pitiful whine and was dead.
“What the fuck is that,” Adam yelled.
His answer was the mild shaking of the earth under his feet. The two of them scrambled back and Steve fell out of his sandals as vines shot up from the ground before them.
Glowing green and pink lights seemed to fill the dark void as a giant flower blossom shot straight up out of the hole. The vines were moving like that of deadly serpents and the blood red flower blossom opened to reveal the butterfly within.
Adam and Steve just stood there gawking at the naked God before them. They did not know what to think. Where the hell was Dustin?
This man’s hair was the color of a deep red rose, and his skin was the tint of flawless white alabaster, tinged with a green glow.
“Dustin,” Steve whispered in awe.
Glowing green eyes snapped open and the glow slowly vanished to reveal clear emerald orbs. Those emeralds were looking at the two of them as if they were the scum of the earth.
“Thank god you’re all right,” Adam said in relief.
“Adam and Steve,” Dustin said in a deep, husky voice, and his sinfully red luscious lips smiled viciously, “Trespassing in my forbidden garden.”
“We came back to see if you were all right,” Steve said in defense and wished he had kept quiet.
The vines were coiling under Dustin’s flawless white feet as if waiting for a command. Dustin smiled and raised his hands.
“You two deserve an award for what you have done here,” he said as the vines sealed off the exit behind the two without them knowing.
“We do,” Adam said in confusion.
“Oh, yes,” Dustin said and then saw his dead creation lying beside Steve’s bare foot, “You two shall now receive all that you deserve.”
Both Adam and Steve were totally caught off guard when the vines suddenly coiled around their corded necks and lifted them aff their feet. The two of them were gagging and sputtering for air that was not going to come.
Dustin laughed as he watched them kick and swing for dear life, “Make them dance, my babies!”
He turned his back on the swinging fools to admire himself in the glass. His skin was fucking flawless and his lustrous hair was gorgeous. He smelled and looked divine.
He could hear the voice of the Green and it was music. It was the many voices of Mother Nature.
The plants now moved and grew to be near to him. He could hear their sweet little voices and each one was so beautiful.
“Rosebud,” he smiled and flowers blossomed at his feet as he walked over to her, “Did those nasty humans hurt you?”
“No,” her little voice said.
“Good,” he said and turned back to see the two swinging corpses with their bulging eyes and their thick protruding tongues.
“Men,” he sighed, and put his beautiful white hands on his flawless hips, “Why do they have to make such a mess when they die?”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I would also like to thank mayablackwolf for being the first to review. Thank you, I am so happy that you are enjoying the story so far.
Flora.