Beautiful Death

Beautiful Death

Flora Winters

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

Summary: Kal meets the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on at a night club in Metropolis. This young man is haunted by his past and surrounded by darkness and shadows that not even the light of the sun can penetrate. This is rated mature for language.

Chapter Three

Ronan leaned back against the porcelain wall as the lovely hot water softly rained down to flow across and down his immortal flesh. His hair was the color of the reddest garnet when dry and as black as the onyx stone when wet. Steam swirled all around him as he fought to clear his mind of stress. He wished his past would just flow away as easily as the water rolled off his skin.

He knew that hag Stell had fled back to his mother giving her the location he was last seen. She was more than likely burning right now for having failed to bring him home. It was un-telling who the bitch would send after him this time. The possibility that Stell could be burning right now made him smile. That ugly bitch so deserved it.

Ronan remembered that she had been the first to laugh when his lover had been sentenced to death for the crime of loving him. Ronan had been spared only because he was his mother’s son. Sometimes, late at night when his mind was still he could hear the distant echo’s of Leif’s cries.

Leif had been the most beautiful creature Ronan had ever gazed upon and once the twos eyes met for the first time it was love at first sight. His eyes had been the color of the bluest sky with specks of silver around the pupil. His skin had been as bronze as a statue of a god. Leif’s hair had been the color of sunlight spun into silky strands to flow freely around his handsome face.

The two of them would meet in the most secret of places to speak and have fun. Two beautiful beings growing up surrounded by the cruelest and evilest creatures were able to love one another purely.

One the night the two of them first made love Leif had given him a beautiful ring. The ring was made out of enchanted white gold with a blood red stone encased in the center. It had been filled with a single drop of Leif’s blood. He had slipped it on Ronan’s finger and the two of them fell deeper in love.

Their relationship would have lasted forever had they only been more careful. The phantom guards had broken through their enchantments and pulled the two lovers out of each others arms. They succeeded in destroying many but were soon overpowered by the vast number of evil servants.

In the end the two lovers had been overpowered and Leif was dragged from the room bleeding and in enchanted chains. Ronan cried out to him only to be spelled flat on his back chained to his bed by enchanted manacles that only his mother could release him from.

His cries had echoed throughout the whole realm of darkness. He lay on his bed sobbing when his mother appeared to him from out of the shadows. Only he could look upon her face and not be burned by its horrible beauty for he was her mirror image.

She stood before him in all her dark glory as darkness seethed and coiled in suppressed rage all around her. Thunder echoed from deep within that darkness and he only stared at her with hate filled eyes. Suddenly a great roar was heard and a death cry filled the darkness making all quite as cheers filled his ears.

Tears streamed down his face as he fought against his chains hissing and snapping his fangs at her, “How could you?”

Her laughter was as cold as a long winter night, “You know my laws.”

He had been so consumed by grief he no longer cared if he lived or died, “Fuck the laws and fuck you! I fucking hate you! I will never forgive you!”

An invisible hand smacked him senseless and he still screamed. He screamed until she was forced to strike him again. He looked at her with such hate in his beautiful eyes, “I could have you sacrificed as well to appease my anger.”

He laughed and it matched hers perfectly, “Go ahead and do so. You can’t hurt me anymore than you already have.”

“No,” she said as she smacked him again which would have shattered a lesser being, “You shall live with this pain and you shall grow and learn from it.”

“Fuck you,” he screamed over the thunder of her rage, “I can’t believe I call you Mother!”

“And you will,” she roared like a deadly tidal wave overturning a ship at sea, “Forever more!”

She snapped her dark talons and the enchanted manacles vanished. He gathered all his powers and pounced at her only for him to be smacked across the room into a wall, “You dare to attack me?”

He leapt to his feet as his hands transformed into long black talons hissing, “I’ll slash you to pieces!”

She laughed and he ran at her with great speed only for his mother to grip his powerful wrists and knee him in the stomach which sent him to his knees gasping in pain. The entire kingdom shook with her terrible laughter, “My you’ve grown strong over the centuries. Anyone else would be smashed and broken at my feet.”

He jumped to his feet and stumbled away from her, “Your blood flows through my immortal veins.”

She smiled as she caught his fist a mere nose hair from her face, “You are a part of me forever my Beautiful Death,” she said and then saw the ring on his finger.

She smacked him across the face which should have made his head explode from the force. She lifted him off his feet by his wrist and pulled the ring off his finger as if his strength meant nothing to her. She needed no light to see that it contained Leif’s blood.

She hurled him across the room where he fell flat on his back on his bed. He cried out, “No,” as she stomped the ringer under her mighty heel that shook the very foundation of her kingdom.

His breath left him as he watched her remove her heel for only bits and pieces of the ring to be seen. Leif’s cry once again filled his ears as he looked into his mother’s burning eyes.

Queen Macha watched the “light” die in her son’s eyes and smiled gleefully. She had now taken everything from him but his life. Maybe now he would finally come to his senses and be the Dark God he was meant to be. She watched him look around the room as if lost and he fell flat on his face weeping on his pillow.

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Ronan fell to his knees in the shower as the tears once again streamed down his pale cheeks to turn the water pink. He had nothing left of Leif but his memories.

He lied down on his back and just let the water fall over him as he slowly tried to blank his mind. He was not going to go down this road again, only for a memory of Leif to echo, “Do you always smell like jasmine?”

He was on his feet in an instant when a knock suddenly came at the door for him to hear Kal say over the water, “I got you some liquids.”

Ronan pulled the towel around him and walked out of the steamy bathroom for Clark to drop everything in the floor. Ronan looked at him and asked, “Are you okay?”

Clark nodded trying his best not to get hard because gods know that would be very embarrassing. Ronan noticed that Kal has been acting rather differently that he had been last night at the club. Was Kal actually blushing?

Ronan leaned down to pick up the spilled items for Clark to swallow hard as he watched droplets of water cling and drop from that perfect body. His dark hair clung to him and Clark wanted to grab him and drag him to the bedroom. Hell, he would even fuck him right here on the kitchen table.

Ronan could feel Kal’s “growing” desire for him and it made the beast in him want to swim to the surface to play. He quickly bit into a packet of blood and devoured it. He quickly drained one right after the other without so much as wasting a single drop.

Clark imagined Ronan holding him like he was holding that packet of blood and biting into his neck. Clark suddenly felt that he was hard as a rock from watching Ronan feed.

Ronan turned around to gaze at Kal and his eyes were glowing once again like moonlight shining on the surface of water. He looked down to see Kal poking out and asked, “Need some help?”

Clark gulped and Ronan just looked at the tent and smiled. Clark was knocked off his feet and onto his back when the sudden orgasm hit him. His back arched each time he shot crying out, “Leannan!”

Ronan was on top of him holding his sweating face in his pale palms, “What did you say?”

Clark smiled goofily at him and Ronan’s heart stopped, “What did you say?”

“I said,” Clark started only to arch his back again crying out, “Oh God!”

Ronan felt the sticky wetness under him as Clark arched again, “I need you to tell me what you said.”

“I don’t,” Clark cried out as he came again, “Remember!”

Ronan rolled off of him and Clark panted heavily trying to catch his breath. He looked over at Ronan and asked, “What just happened?”

“My slightest touch or glance can give a person horrible pain or incredible pleasure,” Ronan told him as he him back.

“What are you,” Clark began only to hear his jeans tearing for his eyes to roll up in his head when he felt that scorching tongue licking his seed from his hot skin.

His fingers dug into the carpet making the floor snap and groan as that tongue lapped at him teasingly. Suddenly he felt his entire shaft taken in that hot mouth that felt like a divine furnace as he felt a finger tracing a circle around his bellybutton. He cried out as he shot again and Ronan swallowed it all.

His seed tasted just like honeysuckle and Ronan fell flat on Clark’s chest glowing like a full moon. Clark watched the shadows play and asked, “Want to go out tonight?”

Ronan felt like screaming yes at the top of his lungs. Something was happening and he didn’t know what. First Kal had said he smelled like jasmine then he spoke Irish when he came, and then he tasted like honeysuckle. He did not want to get his hopes up and looked into Clark’s bright blue eyes and nodded, “Okay.”

Clark smiled at him softly as he managed to get to his feet without tripping over his ripped jeans, “Just let me shower and we’ll go to this new night club I’ve been meaning to check out.”

Ronan nodded his head as he watched Clark go to the bathroom but not without first giving him a goofy grin. Ronan’s heart stopped and he smiled softly as Clark closed the door behind him.

Ronan licked a fang and whispered to the empty room as he felt the sun finally go down over Metropolis, “Leannan?”

TBC…

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