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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,617
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 Three
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 Three
Chloe was feeling really nervous as she was taking Clark home. Had Clark or Dustin noticed how she had almost lost control of her willpower right there in front of them? She was almost happy that Clark had gotten sick, so that way it gave her an excuse to just up and leave like that.
She quickly turned on the air conditioner because she was starting to break out into a sweat. It had been so hard fighting the urge to just drop Clark on his ass of steel and attacking Dustin’s mouth with all her might. She had wanted to just wrap her arms around that beautiful man and kiss him until she or he passed out from oxygen starvation.
The only other person she had ever felt this strongly attracted to was Clark. She glanced over at her sick friend to see that he was looking out the window at all the trees they were passing.
“Hey,” she asked and noticed how hoarse her voice was and quickly cleared it with a cough, “You feeling all right their, Spaceman?”
Clark snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at her, “Yeah, a little better.”
He was doing a lot better now that he was away from that seductively dewy red mouth that had been begging to be plundered. It had been scary how his emotions had almost gotten the better of him. He had not wanted to go, and something deep down inside of him had wanted to smack Chloe through a wall when she suggested they leave.
He had wanted to pull Dustin into his steel grip and sniff him like one would do a delicate rose blossom. That cool, white hand had felt so smooth and gentle on his flushed golden skin.
His boys down under felt as though they were boiling in a pot over a nice hot fire when he thought of how Dustin had helped him to the car. The way that smaller body felt under him and he fought the urge to rub his aching rod through his jeans. He was feeling so tight down there that it almost hurt in a good way.
What would Chloe have to say about that, you big dumb alien?
What was he going to do? How was he going to explain this if anyone asked? Why should they ask? He never gave off the persona that he might be into guys, too.
His boys felt like they were fucking boiling in his pants. Chloe was going to have to drive faster.
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. It was always easier to get control of him self in situations like this if he just pictured Lex’s dad in a tight black thong, twirling a hot pink parasol, singing I’m a Little Teacup.
He had not meant to start laughing out loud. Just the thought of Lex’s dad looking like that cracked him the hell up. If only he could catch Lionel in a situation like that. Oh, he would never be able to bother Lex again. He would videotape it and give it to Lex for blackmailing purposes. He knew that such things were wrong, but for Lex, he was willing to make an exception.
“What’s so funny,” Chloe asked looking over at him as she pulled into his driveway.
“Lionel,” he mused and then chuckled out loud again. He almost had tears in his eyes. Oh, that would be so funny.
“Why would he be funny,” Chloe asked.
“Just picture him in a tight black thong, twirling a pink parasol, singing I’m a Little Teacup,” Clark told her.
Chloe snorted and then just looked at him as she put the car in park, “And why in the world would you be picturing something as wacky as that, Clark Kent?”
“Well,” Clark said and quickly thought of a great lie, “He is always picking on Lex, and I just thought it would be hilarious to catch him doing something like that in the privacy of his own office for blackmailing purposes.”
“Clark Kent,” Chloe laughed, “I think Lex is starting to have a bad influence on you.”
“Don’t you start on that, too,” Clark said opening up his door to get out, “I hear that enough from my dad.”
“I think I have a crush on Dustin,” Chloe said without meaning to just blurt it out like that.
That stopped him cold in his tracks and he slowly turned back around to look at her, “What?”
She bit her bottom lip, “I think I might have a crush on him?”
“Why,” Clark asked suddenly realizing that his voice was slightly chilly.
“I don’t really have a clue,” she lied.
But, of course she knew. He was fucking hot as fire. He was kind and he gave her flowers all the time. Who knew that such a Sex God was hiding in the guise of Super Dork?
“There must be a reason, Chloe,” Clark said with narrowed eyes, “Because I think he’s hot.”
You stupid alien! You so did not just say that out loud to one of your best friends who is now probably going to hate you!
Chloe’s eyes almost popped out of her head, “You what?”
“Umm,” Clark said looking around suddenly feeling as though he had just exposed himself as a freak of nature, “His hair was on fire?”
“That is so not what you meant,” Chloe snapped and punched him in the arm, “You said that you think he’s hot.”
Now it was his turn to bite his bottom lip. He didn’t know what to say or do. Should he try to explain…or should he just run away? Running away looked like a really good option because she looked really pissed. He was fast enough. There was no way she could catch him and throttle him if he ran away.
“Wow,” Chloe said shaking her head, “That was a graceful slip of the tongue there, Clark. When were you going to let your best friend know that you might be gay?”
“I’m not gay,” he hissed and suddenly felt himself blushing furiously, “I just think he’s hot for a guy.”
Chloe was really starting to feel childish. She wanted to yell at Clark how she had seen Dustin first and then stick her tongue out at him as she held Dustin’s hand in victory.
“Look,” Chloe said, “I’m not sure if Dustin swings your way.”
“Swings my way,” Clark asked in confusion, “What the heck does….hey! I’m not gay!”
Gods, he was so easy.
“I’m kidding, Clark,” Chloe said and leaned over next to him, “So what if you’re bisexual.”
I’m not,” Clark was about to yell but then asked in a soft voice, “Bisexual?”
“You know,” Chloe was about to say but Clark put a big hand over her mouth.
“I know what it means,” he hissed, “Be quiet, Mom and Dad just came out.”
She turned her head and looked to see that Mr. Kent and Mrs. Kent were sitting in the porch swing looking as though they were enjoying a nice cup of hot tea.
“Ah,” Chloe said in a silly voice, “They think we might be doing something naughty and are being so nonchalant about it.”
Clark blushed redder than an apple, “You are so mean to me.”
“You know you love me,” she smiled, “Because you don’t have a choice.”
He looked at her, “You’re not mad?”
“Dustin is not a prize, Clark,” she said and started to play with the wheel, “We can just find out what team he’s playing for.”
“And how do we do that,” Clark asked, “You know I trip and fall flat on my face whenever Lana is around.”
“I knew it,” Chloe said and poked him on the nose like one would a bad puppy, “I knew you liked him like that.”
Clark fought not to let his eyes glow a ruby red. She had tricked him. She was always doing stuff like this to him.
He crossed his arms over his chest in a huff and he knew it was childish, but he didn’t care.
“Well,” he said, “How do we go about doing this?”
“Flirting,” Chloe said with a bright grin, “Of course.”
“Oh, god,” Clark thought to himself, “How in the hell do I do that?”
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Dustin could not believe it. It turned out that he had been right in his hypothesis. It was his breath and hair that contained magic spores that could warm people’s blood to the point of sexual desire for him. He was literally breathing out pheromones. No wonder Clark had warmed to his touch and presence. But, how come Chloe had not? These should have the same affect on either sex.
“What do you think,” he asked as he looked over at the mailman who had died sometime ago from a deadly kiss.
It turned out that his lips were pure venom. Just one kiss from his dewy red lips and the kisser was doomed to die a very quick and painful death.
That had almost made him want to cry. It means that he could never kiss Clark.
He also had examined the body of the mailman to see that he had scratched the young man on the arm and that was now turning a very deadly green as well. If he was to so much as scratch someone with his nails that would poison them as well.
“I’m poison,” he whispered as he looked at his beautiful poisonous nails and touched his lethal petal soft lips.
He lost his balance and suddenly felt himself falling, only to be caught by plants that magically sprouted from the ground to support him. He just let them hold him as he tried to soothe himself.
Beautiful blossoms burst into bloom all around him in hopes to cheer him up. He smiled and caressed their soft petals, “Your kindness and beauty warms my heart, precious ones.”
The roots and vines lifted him up to form a floral bed for him to rest upon. He rolled over onto his side and his thoughts suddenly turned deadly.
He was going to make that Whitney pay for all the torment he had caused him and his babies. Their blood and his were on Whitney’s hands.
He raised his arms and the roots suddenly grew into giants as a giant red blossom cocooned him. The roots shattered the roof of the greenhouse and grew up into the sunlit sky.
The giant red blossom opened its fragrant petals and Dustin lifted his golden green arms to the sun, “Those who have no respect for Mother Nature shall answer to me!”
The song of the Green filled his ears and he laid there in the glowing sunlight, absorbing the energy he needed. He was Nature’s arm, Her will. Hell, if he had tits and a vagina, he would be Mother Nature.
The roots lifted him up higher as he stripped off all his clothes so every inch of his glorious body could be touched by the loving warmth of Father Sun.
“Prepare your selves citizens of Smallville,” he laughed as he threw his glowing golden green arms wide open with glee, “Time to bow before the Gospel of the Green.”
He threw his head back and howled with laughter as Nature bowed to his will.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story so far. You know who you and are very appreciated. Thank you so much. Your reviews make writing this story all the more fun.
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 Three
Chloe was feeling really nervous as she was taking Clark home. Had Clark or Dustin noticed how she had almost lost control of her willpower right there in front of them? She was almost happy that Clark had gotten sick, so that way it gave her an excuse to just up and leave like that.
She quickly turned on the air conditioner because she was starting to break out into a sweat. It had been so hard fighting the urge to just drop Clark on his ass of steel and attacking Dustin’s mouth with all her might. She had wanted to just wrap her arms around that beautiful man and kiss him until she or he passed out from oxygen starvation.
The only other person she had ever felt this strongly attracted to was Clark. She glanced over at her sick friend to see that he was looking out the window at all the trees they were passing.
“Hey,” she asked and noticed how hoarse her voice was and quickly cleared it with a cough, “You feeling all right their, Spaceman?”
Clark snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at her, “Yeah, a little better.”
He was doing a lot better now that he was away from that seductively dewy red mouth that had been begging to be plundered. It had been scary how his emotions had almost gotten the better of him. He had not wanted to go, and something deep down inside of him had wanted to smack Chloe through a wall when she suggested they leave.
He had wanted to pull Dustin into his steel grip and sniff him like one would do a delicate rose blossom. That cool, white hand had felt so smooth and gentle on his flushed golden skin.
His boys down under felt as though they were boiling in a pot over a nice hot fire when he thought of how Dustin had helped him to the car. The way that smaller body felt under him and he fought the urge to rub his aching rod through his jeans. He was feeling so tight down there that it almost hurt in a good way.
What would Chloe have to say about that, you big dumb alien?
What was he going to do? How was he going to explain this if anyone asked? Why should they ask? He never gave off the persona that he might be into guys, too.
His boys felt like they were fucking boiling in his pants. Chloe was going to have to drive faster.
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. It was always easier to get control of him self in situations like this if he just pictured Lex’s dad in a tight black thong, twirling a hot pink parasol, singing I’m a Little Teacup.
He had not meant to start laughing out loud. Just the thought of Lex’s dad looking like that cracked him the hell up. If only he could catch Lionel in a situation like that. Oh, he would never be able to bother Lex again. He would videotape it and give it to Lex for blackmailing purposes. He knew that such things were wrong, but for Lex, he was willing to make an exception.
“What’s so funny,” Chloe asked looking over at him as she pulled into his driveway.
“Lionel,” he mused and then chuckled out loud again. He almost had tears in his eyes. Oh, that would be so funny.
“Why would he be funny,” Chloe asked.
“Just picture him in a tight black thong, twirling a pink parasol, singing I’m a Little Teacup,” Clark told her.
Chloe snorted and then just looked at him as she put the car in park, “And why in the world would you be picturing something as wacky as that, Clark Kent?”
“Well,” Clark said and quickly thought of a great lie, “He is always picking on Lex, and I just thought it would be hilarious to catch him doing something like that in the privacy of his own office for blackmailing purposes.”
“Clark Kent,” Chloe laughed, “I think Lex is starting to have a bad influence on you.”
“Don’t you start on that, too,” Clark said opening up his door to get out, “I hear that enough from my dad.”
“I think I have a crush on Dustin,” Chloe said without meaning to just blurt it out like that.
That stopped him cold in his tracks and he slowly turned back around to look at her, “What?”
She bit her bottom lip, “I think I might have a crush on him?”
“Why,” Clark asked suddenly realizing that his voice was slightly chilly.
“I don’t really have a clue,” she lied.
But, of course she knew. He was fucking hot as fire. He was kind and he gave her flowers all the time. Who knew that such a Sex God was hiding in the guise of Super Dork?
“There must be a reason, Chloe,” Clark said with narrowed eyes, “Because I think he’s hot.”
You stupid alien! You so did not just say that out loud to one of your best friends who is now probably going to hate you!
Chloe’s eyes almost popped out of her head, “You what?”
“Umm,” Clark said looking around suddenly feeling as though he had just exposed himself as a freak of nature, “His hair was on fire?”
“That is so not what you meant,” Chloe snapped and punched him in the arm, “You said that you think he’s hot.”
Now it was his turn to bite his bottom lip. He didn’t know what to say or do. Should he try to explain…or should he just run away? Running away looked like a really good option because she looked really pissed. He was fast enough. There was no way she could catch him and throttle him if he ran away.
“Wow,” Chloe said shaking her head, “That was a graceful slip of the tongue there, Clark. When were you going to let your best friend know that you might be gay?”
“I’m not gay,” he hissed and suddenly felt himself blushing furiously, “I just think he’s hot for a guy.”
Chloe was really starting to feel childish. She wanted to yell at Clark how she had seen Dustin first and then stick her tongue out at him as she held Dustin’s hand in victory.
“Look,” Chloe said, “I’m not sure if Dustin swings your way.”
“Swings my way,” Clark asked in confusion, “What the heck does….hey! I’m not gay!”
Gods, he was so easy.
“I’m kidding, Clark,” Chloe said and leaned over next to him, “So what if you’re bisexual.”
I’m not,” Clark was about to yell but then asked in a soft voice, “Bisexual?”
“You know,” Chloe was about to say but Clark put a big hand over her mouth.
“I know what it means,” he hissed, “Be quiet, Mom and Dad just came out.”
She turned her head and looked to see that Mr. Kent and Mrs. Kent were sitting in the porch swing looking as though they were enjoying a nice cup of hot tea.
“Ah,” Chloe said in a silly voice, “They think we might be doing something naughty and are being so nonchalant about it.”
Clark blushed redder than an apple, “You are so mean to me.”
“You know you love me,” she smiled, “Because you don’t have a choice.”
He looked at her, “You’re not mad?”
“Dustin is not a prize, Clark,” she said and started to play with the wheel, “We can just find out what team he’s playing for.”
“And how do we do that,” Clark asked, “You know I trip and fall flat on my face whenever Lana is around.”
“I knew it,” Chloe said and poked him on the nose like one would a bad puppy, “I knew you liked him like that.”
Clark fought not to let his eyes glow a ruby red. She had tricked him. She was always doing stuff like this to him.
He crossed his arms over his chest in a huff and he knew it was childish, but he didn’t care.
“Well,” he said, “How do we go about doing this?”
“Flirting,” Chloe said with a bright grin, “Of course.”
“Oh, god,” Clark thought to himself, “How in the hell do I do that?”
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Dustin could not believe it. It turned out that he had been right in his hypothesis. It was his breath and hair that contained magic spores that could warm people’s blood to the point of sexual desire for him. He was literally breathing out pheromones. No wonder Clark had warmed to his touch and presence. But, how come Chloe had not? These should have the same affect on either sex.
“What do you think,” he asked as he looked over at the mailman who had died sometime ago from a deadly kiss.
It turned out that his lips were pure venom. Just one kiss from his dewy red lips and the kisser was doomed to die a very quick and painful death.
That had almost made him want to cry. It means that he could never kiss Clark.
He also had examined the body of the mailman to see that he had scratched the young man on the arm and that was now turning a very deadly green as well. If he was to so much as scratch someone with his nails that would poison them as well.
“I’m poison,” he whispered as he looked at his beautiful poisonous nails and touched his lethal petal soft lips.
He lost his balance and suddenly felt himself falling, only to be caught by plants that magically sprouted from the ground to support him. He just let them hold him as he tried to soothe himself.
Beautiful blossoms burst into bloom all around him in hopes to cheer him up. He smiled and caressed their soft petals, “Your kindness and beauty warms my heart, precious ones.”
The roots and vines lifted him up to form a floral bed for him to rest upon. He rolled over onto his side and his thoughts suddenly turned deadly.
He was going to make that Whitney pay for all the torment he had caused him and his babies. Their blood and his were on Whitney’s hands.
He raised his arms and the roots suddenly grew into giants as a giant red blossom cocooned him. The roots shattered the roof of the greenhouse and grew up into the sunlit sky.
The giant red blossom opened its fragrant petals and Dustin lifted his golden green arms to the sun, “Those who have no respect for Mother Nature shall answer to me!”
The song of the Green filled his ears and he laid there in the glowing sunlight, absorbing the energy he needed. He was Nature’s arm, Her will. Hell, if he had tits and a vagina, he would be Mother Nature.
The roots lifted him up higher as he stripped off all his clothes so every inch of his glorious body could be touched by the loving warmth of Father Sun.
“Prepare your selves citizens of Smallville,” he laughed as he threw his glowing golden green arms wide open with glee, “Time to bow before the Gospel of the Green.”
He threw his head back and howled with laughter as Nature bowed to his will.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story so far. You know who you and are very appreciated. Thank you so much. Your reviews make writing this story all the more fun.
Flora.