His Name in the Green
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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,618
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 Four
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 Four
“Out of the way,” Whitney snarled as he pushed Clark to the side, “Losers should be at the back of the line anyway.”
“Hey,” Clark snapped as he stumbled back into Pete, “You could have hurt someone!”
“Screw you, Kent,” Whitney smiled as he picked up his class ring and left without another glance.
“He is such a jerk,” Pete said as he stepped up to the table with Clark, “Why don’t you just…”
“That would be wrong,” Clark told him as the kind looking lady handed him his class ring when he told her his name, “Just because he’s a jerk does not mean I have to be Super Jerk.”
Pete snorted, “I would so teach him a lesson, man.”
Clark opened up the little black box and smiled at his class ring. It was awesome and he had paid for it himself even though his dad had not wanted him too.
“Well,” Pete said looking it over, “Try it on and see if it fits, Clark.”
Clark did so and he was suddenly starting to feel really, really good. Nobody saw how his veins had glowed red or how his eyes had glowed ruby.
“I have to get to gym,” Pete said, “I will see you later.”
“Later,” Clark smiled and waved him off.
He needed to go see Chloe, but he decided that he needed a change of clothes first. This plaid was just too plain and did nothing to show off how awesome he was.
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Chloe was sitting at her computer desk typing away on an article only to look up when Clark came sauntering in. He was late. He was never this late. He was not even wearing his usual plaid.
She could not help but look the edible farmboy’s rock hard body over. He looked sweet enough to lick…then crunch.
“Hi,” he said with a wolfish smile and took a seat at his desk, putting his feet up.
“Love the new look,” she smiled and stopped typing, “Going Goth?”
He leaned back to make himself more comfortable and put his hands behind his head in a relaxed position, smiling devilishly at her, “What are you typing?”
“Two football players have gone missing,” she said and looked back at the screen, “Adam Cox and Steve Anderson.”
“Really,” Clark asked and could not care less about two missing football dicks, “Any leads?”
“None,” she said, “The parents called the police, but so far nothing has turned up.”
“Hmm,” Clark said feigning interest.
“Except,” Chloe said, “Their bikes are missing.”
“They’re part of Whitney’s posy, right,” Clark asked getting up to go have a look at the article.
Chloe noticed how he walked with such poise and confidence.
“Why not ask him,” he asked.
“Good idea,” she said and pushed print, “You get on that.”
“Right,” Clark said not bothering to hide his sarcasm as he adjusted his lovely class ring.
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The front doors to the school opened and all who looked were blinded by the sun as Dustin Thorn came strolling in looking absolutely radiant. He walked easily down the hall as his peers moved out of his way and muttering with wide eyes. They could not tell if he was the real deal or just a figment of a walking wet dream.
He had his wild, rose red hair tied back in a ponytail to show off his beautiful angular features. The jeans he had on were faded and torn in all the right places. His black mesh long sleeved shirt revealed his smooth alabaster toned arms and chest. His abs were so tight, they looked like a lickable washboard.
All was quiet as his emerald green orbs took in their surroundings and he quickly enough spotted his prey moving in the opposite direction down the long hallway. A coy smile brightened his beautiful face and he turned back around. Whitney was here and all he needed now was an opportune moment to present itself. Then, he would strike like a lethal dose of poison pumped into the bloodstream.
“Mr. Thorn,” an authoritative voice said in some surprise, “What on earth are you wearing?”
“Principal Kwan,” Dustin said with a smile and turned to blow his magic spores in the older man’s face, “How is you this fine sunny morning?”
“I am fine,” Kwan said and was suddenly starting to feel really hot under the collar as he gazed upon the exquisite young man, “But…you are going to have to…change into something more suitable…for school hours…did you something to your hair?”
Dustin smiled and was about to answer when a dusky voice came from behind him.
“Why should he have to change,” the deep voice asked just as the bell rang, “If you got it, flaunt it.”
Kwan was starting to sweat and Dustin turned to see that the wolfish voice belonged to none other than the sexy Clark Kent. He looked all dark and golden in all that black. He looked good enough to devour.
“Thank you for that wonderful assessment of Mr. Thorn’s fine assets,” Principal Kwan said with a slight stutter as two sets of emerald orbs burned into him, “But…tomorrow…Mr. Thorn…dress appropriately.”
“Yes, Sir,” Dustin said with a seductive pout of his full bottom cherry red lip, “I shall dress appropriately for my Saturday outing at Crater Lake.”
Kwan’s face turned redder than an apple and he fled away as gracefully as he could.
Dustin waved after the silly little man and turned to face Clark with a big smile, “Thanks.”
Clark grinned, “He’s an ass hat.”
Dustin snorted and leaned back to stand against the cool surface of the metal locker, crossing his arms in front of his very revealed chest. He angled his chin so he could look at Clark with a seductive grin.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth, Clark,” he asked as he played with his long ponytail.
“Yes,” Clark smiled with very white teeth and stepped forward right into Dustin’s very personal space, “But, that’s not all I do with it.”
Dustin cocked his head to the side slyly, “Really?”
Clark leaned in closer and Dustin could smell his earthy scent. It was dark and encompassing, with just a slight scent of freshly cut hay.
“Oh, yeah,” Clark said, licking his bottom lip with a bright red tongue.
Dustin quickly put his hands up on the bigger man’s broad chest to stop him. Clark felt so hard and solid under his hands. He was being very careful with his nails. He did not want to hurt Clark in anyway. Clark has always been his knight in shining armor.
“What’s wrong,” Clark asked and gently cupped a smooth alabaster cheek with a powerful golden hand, “Am I frightening you?”
“Not at all,” Dustin said and his voice was light and husky. He wanted to wrap his vines around Clark and never let him go.
Come into my garden you big strong man you.
Clark was suddenly playing with his ponytail, “I love your new hair color. It compliments your luminous skin and your brilliant eyes.”
Dustin had to control himself. He could not allow Clark to kiss him. It would tear him apart if he accidentally killed someone who was always nice to him.
“Thank you,” Dustin said and was wondering where this wild man had come from. The Clark Kent he knew was far too bashful to ever be so bold as to come onto a guy like this. Thank the Green the hall was clear of any gossiping eyes. Speaking of which, was Clark’s eyes tinged with red?
It saddened Dustin a little. There was no way these could be Clark’s true feelings. He had never come onto him before when he had been “normal” for all these years. The only reason Clark was doing this now was because of the…
Wait! He was not using his magic spores right now. No pink mist was coming out of his mouth. Does Clark really have these feelings for me?
“Come with me,” Clark said and took him by the hand.
Dustin almost hissed because he was terrified that such quick movement on Clark’s part would get him scratched. He was venomous poison. One tiny scratch, one little peck on the lips, you were as good as dead. They’re no cures for a kiss or a scratch when given by Dustin Thorn.
“Where are we going,” Dustin asked as he let Clark lead him down the long hallway, “Don’t we have class, Clark?”
“Screw Class,” he said turning to grin at him, “We have to go and see someone one.”
“Who,” Dustin asked and was wondering why Clark was leading him towards the Torch.
“Chloe,” Clark called out as he walked in with his prize in hand, “Dustin’s mine!”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I love reviews ya’ll.
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 Four
“Out of the way,” Whitney snarled as he pushed Clark to the side, “Losers should be at the back of the line anyway.”
“Hey,” Clark snapped as he stumbled back into Pete, “You could have hurt someone!”
“Screw you, Kent,” Whitney smiled as he picked up his class ring and left without another glance.
“He is such a jerk,” Pete said as he stepped up to the table with Clark, “Why don’t you just…”
“That would be wrong,” Clark told him as the kind looking lady handed him his class ring when he told her his name, “Just because he’s a jerk does not mean I have to be Super Jerk.”
Pete snorted, “I would so teach him a lesson, man.”
Clark opened up the little black box and smiled at his class ring. It was awesome and he had paid for it himself even though his dad had not wanted him too.
“Well,” Pete said looking it over, “Try it on and see if it fits, Clark.”
Clark did so and he was suddenly starting to feel really, really good. Nobody saw how his veins had glowed red or how his eyes had glowed ruby.
“I have to get to gym,” Pete said, “I will see you later.”
“Later,” Clark smiled and waved him off.
He needed to go see Chloe, but he decided that he needed a change of clothes first. This plaid was just too plain and did nothing to show off how awesome he was.
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Chloe was sitting at her computer desk typing away on an article only to look up when Clark came sauntering in. He was late. He was never this late. He was not even wearing his usual plaid.
She could not help but look the edible farmboy’s rock hard body over. He looked sweet enough to lick…then crunch.
“Hi,” he said with a wolfish smile and took a seat at his desk, putting his feet up.
“Love the new look,” she smiled and stopped typing, “Going Goth?”
He leaned back to make himself more comfortable and put his hands behind his head in a relaxed position, smiling devilishly at her, “What are you typing?”
“Two football players have gone missing,” she said and looked back at the screen, “Adam Cox and Steve Anderson.”
“Really,” Clark asked and could not care less about two missing football dicks, “Any leads?”
“None,” she said, “The parents called the police, but so far nothing has turned up.”
“Hmm,” Clark said feigning interest.
“Except,” Chloe said, “Their bikes are missing.”
“They’re part of Whitney’s posy, right,” Clark asked getting up to go have a look at the article.
Chloe noticed how he walked with such poise and confidence.
“Why not ask him,” he asked.
“Good idea,” she said and pushed print, “You get on that.”
“Right,” Clark said not bothering to hide his sarcasm as he adjusted his lovely class ring.
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The front doors to the school opened and all who looked were blinded by the sun as Dustin Thorn came strolling in looking absolutely radiant. He walked easily down the hall as his peers moved out of his way and muttering with wide eyes. They could not tell if he was the real deal or just a figment of a walking wet dream.
He had his wild, rose red hair tied back in a ponytail to show off his beautiful angular features. The jeans he had on were faded and torn in all the right places. His black mesh long sleeved shirt revealed his smooth alabaster toned arms and chest. His abs were so tight, they looked like a lickable washboard.
All was quiet as his emerald green orbs took in their surroundings and he quickly enough spotted his prey moving in the opposite direction down the long hallway. A coy smile brightened his beautiful face and he turned back around. Whitney was here and all he needed now was an opportune moment to present itself. Then, he would strike like a lethal dose of poison pumped into the bloodstream.
“Mr. Thorn,” an authoritative voice said in some surprise, “What on earth are you wearing?”
“Principal Kwan,” Dustin said with a smile and turned to blow his magic spores in the older man’s face, “How is you this fine sunny morning?”
“I am fine,” Kwan said and was suddenly starting to feel really hot under the collar as he gazed upon the exquisite young man, “But…you are going to have to…change into something more suitable…for school hours…did you something to your hair?”
Dustin smiled and was about to answer when a dusky voice came from behind him.
“Why should he have to change,” the deep voice asked just as the bell rang, “If you got it, flaunt it.”
Kwan was starting to sweat and Dustin turned to see that the wolfish voice belonged to none other than the sexy Clark Kent. He looked all dark and golden in all that black. He looked good enough to devour.
“Thank you for that wonderful assessment of Mr. Thorn’s fine assets,” Principal Kwan said with a slight stutter as two sets of emerald orbs burned into him, “But…tomorrow…Mr. Thorn…dress appropriately.”
“Yes, Sir,” Dustin said with a seductive pout of his full bottom cherry red lip, “I shall dress appropriately for my Saturday outing at Crater Lake.”
Kwan’s face turned redder than an apple and he fled away as gracefully as he could.
Dustin waved after the silly little man and turned to face Clark with a big smile, “Thanks.”
Clark grinned, “He’s an ass hat.”
Dustin snorted and leaned back to stand against the cool surface of the metal locker, crossing his arms in front of his very revealed chest. He angled his chin so he could look at Clark with a seductive grin.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth, Clark,” he asked as he played with his long ponytail.
“Yes,” Clark smiled with very white teeth and stepped forward right into Dustin’s very personal space, “But, that’s not all I do with it.”
Dustin cocked his head to the side slyly, “Really?”
Clark leaned in closer and Dustin could smell his earthy scent. It was dark and encompassing, with just a slight scent of freshly cut hay.
“Oh, yeah,” Clark said, licking his bottom lip with a bright red tongue.
Dustin quickly put his hands up on the bigger man’s broad chest to stop him. Clark felt so hard and solid under his hands. He was being very careful with his nails. He did not want to hurt Clark in anyway. Clark has always been his knight in shining armor.
“What’s wrong,” Clark asked and gently cupped a smooth alabaster cheek with a powerful golden hand, “Am I frightening you?”
“Not at all,” Dustin said and his voice was light and husky. He wanted to wrap his vines around Clark and never let him go.
Come into my garden you big strong man you.
Clark was suddenly playing with his ponytail, “I love your new hair color. It compliments your luminous skin and your brilliant eyes.”
Dustin had to control himself. He could not allow Clark to kiss him. It would tear him apart if he accidentally killed someone who was always nice to him.
“Thank you,” Dustin said and was wondering where this wild man had come from. The Clark Kent he knew was far too bashful to ever be so bold as to come onto a guy like this. Thank the Green the hall was clear of any gossiping eyes. Speaking of which, was Clark’s eyes tinged with red?
It saddened Dustin a little. There was no way these could be Clark’s true feelings. He had never come onto him before when he had been “normal” for all these years. The only reason Clark was doing this now was because of the…
Wait! He was not using his magic spores right now. No pink mist was coming out of his mouth. Does Clark really have these feelings for me?
“Come with me,” Clark said and took him by the hand.
Dustin almost hissed because he was terrified that such quick movement on Clark’s part would get him scratched. He was venomous poison. One tiny scratch, one little peck on the lips, you were as good as dead. They’re no cures for a kiss or a scratch when given by Dustin Thorn.
“Where are we going,” Dustin asked as he let Clark lead him down the long hallway, “Don’t we have class, Clark?”
“Screw Class,” he said turning to grin at him, “We have to go and see someone one.”
“Who,” Dustin asked and was wondering why Clark was leading him towards the Torch.
“Chloe,” Clark called out as he walked in with his prize in hand, “Dustin’s mine!”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I love reviews ya’ll.
Flora.