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 Nineteen

A warm breeze caused his rose-red hair to flutter like luminous strands of spider silk around his moth white face. Eyes the color of greenest lime gazed out the open bedroom window at the dark fields beyond. An echo of soft thunder spoke in the distance as he put his smooth marble white hands on the windowsill. He looked up at the gentle flashes of pink lightning. Nature was so beautiful at night. He could hear the songs every blade of grass below was singing to him.

He just let their musical voices lull him because he didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to have to think how he would never see him mommy or his daddy again. It just hurt too much to think about it.

The Kent’s had been so kind to him. Clark was so lucky. Not many parents would so easily accept a gay son or his boyfriend with such open arms. It must have to do with him not being of this world. It was funny. Here he was, able to control plants with a single thought and in love with an alien from some far away planet. His life was like some science-fiction story or comic-book.

He turned when he heard a knock at the door. It was Clark’s mother. He really liked her nightgown. It was a cute shade of pale green. She had a deep green mug in her hand. “I brought you some hot cocoa, dear,” she said, smiling warmly at him. “If you should need anything during the night, feel free to knock on our door, or roll Clark off the sofa.”

He carefully took the warm mug from her, saying thank you, and took a small sip. His eyes lit up. It was simply delicious. “This is really good.”

“Thank you,” she said, backing away with a smile. “Goodnight, dear.”

“Goodnight,” he said after her. He was happy that nobody was bringing up his parents.

He turned back to the open window with tears in his vibrant eyes. He would never get to tell his mommy goodnight ever again. He sat the mug down on the dresser beside him in fear of dropping it. He didn’t want to break it and make a mess.

“Hey,” Clark said from the door, causing him to quickly wipe at his eyes. He turned to see that his dark hair was wet. “Can I come in for awhile?”

“This is your room, Clark,” he said, walking to the bed. He couldn’t help but smile. Each patch on the quilt was a different flower. There were some roses, hyacinths, irises, orchids, and many more. “I think you may enter your own bedroom.”

Clark shook his head, walking in. “This is your room tonight.”

Dustin sat down. The bed was soft, just the way he liked them. “Your mom makes yummy cocoa,” he said, pointing at the mug on the dresser by the window.

Clark nodded. “And it looks to be still full.”

“Hot,” Dustin lied, motioning for him to come over and sit down with him.

His hair blew around his face and Clark was instantly lying across the bed on his stomach, looking up at him. That was something he would never get tired of.

“Want to watch a movie?” Clark asked.

Dustin cocked his head to the side. It had been a long time since he actually watched a movie. Hell, it had been years. He preferred books and spending time in his greenhouse. “What do you have?”

There was a quick whooshing sound and he soon saw a pile of DVD’s on the bed. Green eyes blinked in astonishment. That was a lot of movies. More than what was at his house anyway.

“Pick one,” Clark smiled. “And I’ll go get us some marshmallows.”

“Marshmallows?” He asked in confusion and then snorted when Clark’s eyes glowed ruby red. “Ah, I see.”

He looked down at the movies on the bed as the farmboy walked from the room at a human pace. There was too many to choose from and he had never seen any of them. He could use his imagination when he read. You can’t do that with a movie. It’s somebody else’s imagination.

“Oh,” he said, picking up one he had seen only once when he was like six years old, and then he found another one as well. Hmm, he didn’t know which one to pick. One was old and dear while the other was new and intriguing.

“Well?” Clark asked, walking back in with two sodas and a large back of fluffy white clouds. “Which one did you pick?”

“Ferngully?” Dustin asked, holding it up in his right hand, and then lifted up his left. “Or…Origin, Spirits of the Past?”

Clark blinked. “Hmm…”

Dustin rolled his eyes, lifting both arms up and down like a scale. “Well?”

Clark sat the drinks down on his desk, putting on a thoughtful face as he roasted a fluffy marshmallow between his fingers with his eyes. It was amazing and humorous at the same time. “I like them both,” he said, popping the golden brown yummy-goodness into his mouth. “You choose.”

“Fine,” Dustin smirked, holding them both out. “We shall watch them both.”

Four hours later, it was midnight and the credits for Origin were rolling. Dustin was in shock.

“Wow,” Clark chuckled. “Can you make plants do what those did?”

Dustin looked at him with a cocked brow and a crooked smile. “Probably…”

Clark whistled. “I’m never going to make you angry then.”

Dustin laughed and pouted as he held up the empty marshmallow bag. Oh, he was so sad. He was so terribly sad. The yummy-goodness was all gone. Well, the answer was clearer than expensive crystal. Somebody was simply going to have to die.

“You know,” Clark said, stretching out on the bed while still holding him. “I think Pips was only upset because Zak wasn’t into him.”

Dustin snorted. “Well, at least he has Batty.”

“Yeah,” Clark said, squeezing him gently. “And I have you.”

Dustin smiled, basking in the bigger teen’s golden warmth. He knew that Ferngully and Origin were only movies…but then again, so were people like him and Clark.

“Come on,” Dustin said, kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s go to the orchard.”

“But,” Clark said, letting him go. “It’s really late.”

“I know,” Dustin said, getting off the bed, going to the door. “And it’s dark out, too.”

“All right,” Clark said, getting up. “But we’ll have to be quiet.”

Dustin nodded, holding out his hand. “Come on.”

“Why do you want to go to the orchard?” Clark asked, taking his hand. “You’re not going to make it look like a jungle again are you?”

“No,” Dustin said, leading him from the room on silent feet. “I just want to play.”

“What?” Clark asked, following quietly behind him down the steps.

“Aiyana,” Dustin told him, leading him to the kitchen door. “And Naman…”

“Huh?” Clark asked. “Wait, what about our shoes?”

“Do farmboys need to wear shoes?” Dustin asked, unlocking the door with a click. “Especially a farmboy with feet strong enough to kick holes through solid steel…”

Clark just stuck his tongue out at him. It was cute. “But,” Clark said. “They’ll get dirty.”

Dustin opened the door. “Then I’ll wash them.” He pulled Clark out after him. “Race you.” He took off running, leaving Clark to close the door.

“Cheater!” Clark hissed from beside him, matching his pace. Dustin took his bigger hand and they ran just like that through the wet grass, leaving a trail of luminous flowers in their wake.

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Clark watched as an apple tree lowered a branch so Dustin could pick a juicy red apple. He watched the smaller teen break it in half and take out the seeds within. What was he going to do?”

“Come here, Clark,” Dustin said, beckoning to him. “And take us somewhere nobody can see us.”

“All right,” Clark said, walking over, and scooping the sweet-smelling redhead up into his arms. “I know the perfect place.”

He held Dustin firmly in his arms and took off running faster than a bullet being fired from a smoking gun. It just took him four seconds to reach the hollow in Palmer’s Wood. Nobody ever came here. It was the deepest part of the whole forest. He doubted anybody had ever been here in years.

He sat Dustin down on his snowy white feet in the round clearing under the twinkling stars. It felt like a magical place to him.

“Wow,” Dustin smiled, looking around, and then at him. “This place is beautiful, Clark.”

Clark smiled. “It’s one of my favorite places I was telling you about.”

Dustin grinned. “I hope to make it your favorite.”

Clark watched the beautiful redhead walk out in the center of the clearing, and gracefully go down on both knees in the wet grass. He looked to be burying the seeds. Clark suddenly pictured the giant tree in Ferngully.

“Well?” He asked when Dustin walked back over to stand beside him. “Aren’t you going to help it grow?”

Dustin nodded, and his eyes began to glow with molten emerald radiance. His hair shimmered like fire around his face as he held his arms up to the twinkling diamond filled sky above.

Clark watched in awe as vines and shoots began to coil up out of the ground. They began to grow and darken until there was a tree growing up into the air. Roots slithered under his bare feet as branches filled with fragrant apple blossoms rose up to touch the sky. Vines covered in flowers slithered up the coiling trunk of the tree, blooming with luminescent colors. They were all violet and blue.

“Whoa!” Clark cried, grabbing Dustin around the waist as he fell to his knees. A branch had picked them up as it shot up from the soil, lifting them up into the sky. He had to close his eyes. He hated heights. How tall was Dustin going to make this thing grow?

“Its okay, Clark,” Dustin told him in a sweet voice. It tickled his ears. “You’re safe.”

They had stopped moving. Well, at least that’s what it felt like. He slowly opened one eye and then the other. All he could do was gawk. They towered over the forest. He trembled. What if he fell?

He was in awe. Dustin wasn’t like other meteor infected people. None of their powers had ever been like this. He was definitely different and definitely more powerful. He was in a league all his own. That was for damn sure.

“Well?” Dustin asked. “What do you think?”

“I think I’ve peed on myself,” Clark whispered, looking to see if he had.

“Yeah, right,” Dustin snorted. “Come on, Clark. Stand up beside me.”

Clark shook his head. “I don’t think I will.”

“What’s wrong?” Dustin asked and Clark saw the sudden knowledge fill his gorgeous green eyes. “Are you scared of heights?”

Clark nodded as much as he hated to.

“Oh,” Dustin said, looking suddenly very horrified. “I’m so sorry. I just assumed since you took me atop the Daily Planet this would be nothing.”

Clark smiled nervously, squeezing him. “Well…I wasn’t myself…”

“Just keep holding onto me as you get up,” Dustin told him. “Believe me this boy won’t let us fall.”

“You just had to show off,” Clark laughed and it was kind of jittery as he got to one foot. “You just had to show up Ferngully.”

Dustin laughed, helping him. “I just wanted to show you what your boyfriend could do.”

Clark carefully got to both feet, but kept his hands firmly on Dustin’s slender shoulders, and he wasn’t going to let him go until he was firmly back on the ground again. That was for damn sure.

“I am also sure,” Dustin said. “That you could dropkick this baby to the ground, too.”

Clark wrapped his arms around him for more comfort. “It might take me more than one kick, Dust.”

“What would you do, Clark?” Dustin asked in a soft voice. “What would you do if we stood opposed to each other?”

Clark blinked. What? Where did that suddenly come from? Oh, right! He wished now he had never fallen down that damn gopher hole. “I would be very sad,” Clark told him.

Dustin frowned. “Me, too.”

“It is just a stupid legend, Dustin,” Clark told him. “We make our own choices. I refuse to allow some cave painting to dictate how my life will turn out. As long as we trust, love, and take care of each other, then nothing can hurt us.”

He sniffed Dustin’s fragrant hair. Oh, he was like a buzz. He felt that spark jolt his one eyed spitting cobra to attention.

“But, you’re Naman,” Dustin said. “I’m Aiyana…”

“No, I’m Clark,” he told him, planting a kiss on top of his head. “And you’re Dustin, my beautiful boyfriend.”

“Could you ever physically attack me, Clark?” Dustin asked.

“Okay,” Clark said, loosening his death grip on him. “What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly acting like we’re going to try and kill each other one day?”

Dustin spun around so quickly in his arms, it caused him to let go. He would have fallen had vines not steadied and held him firmly in place before the divine looking redhead.

“I am Nature made flesh, Clark,” Dustin said, and his voice was deep, like the Earth. “The Green bows to my every command.” The three began to shake and twist as it grew some more. “Just like this tree is doing right now.”

Clark found he was holding his breath. Dustin’s beauty was suddenly very frightening to look at. It made him kind of dizzy. The redhead raised a shapely white hand. “Shall I have this entire forest dance the Tango Dustin?”

“Dustin!” Clark yelled, fighting to stay calm, because those luminous green eyes looked crazed. His gently lowered his voice. “You’re scaring me…”

Dustin threw his arms around him and started to cry as the vines loosened their hold on him. “What is it?” Clark asked, holding the trembling teen tight. “Tell me what to do.”

“Make my mommy and daddy come home!” He screamed, shaking in his arms. “I want them to come home!”

The wind blew around them, making the leaves rustle. It was warm and smelled of flowers. They were blooming all over the bark and under their feet.

“I’m sorry, Dust,” Clark whispered, kissing the top of his head. “I would in a heartbeat if I had that kind of power.”

He just held him because that was all he could do. This was grief and he hated it. Dustin was so sweet and loving. He was too nice to have to suffer something so horrible like this.

“You have me,” Clark told him, rubbing gentle circles up and down his back. “I’ll never leave you.”

Dustin looked up at him with clear green tears streaming from his molten orbs. “Do you promise?”

Clark nodded. “All you have to do is shout my name.”

Dustin stood up on his toes, kissing him on the lips. Clark loved his lips. They tasted like honey. Dustin pulled back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Clark put a finger to those sultry lips. “Let’s just go home, so I can tuck you in.”

Dustin smiled and Clark wiped his tears away. He held onto the redhead as vines wrapped around them like a butterfly cocoon, lowering them to the ground below.

“Will you stay with me?” Dustin asked as Clark picked him up in his arms. “Will you hold me through the night?”

Clark nodded. “I’ll hold you for as long as you want me to.”

And they were off.

“I’m sorry about ruining the atmosphere of your favorite spot with my crazy,” Dustin apologized, resting his head against Clark’s firm chest.

“You didn’t,” Clark said, smiling, fixing his pillow. “You just made it more exciting. Plus, I now have an awesome shade tree to climb. Maybe I’ll make a tree-house.”

Dustin’s hand slowly slid down his golden chest and into his pants. “How about I make it up to you?” He asked as he gripped something yummy and hard.

Clark grinned like a wolf.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.