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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,996
Reviews:
7
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 Seven
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 Seven
Martha had barely gotten off the phone with Jonathan when a quick breeze blew passed her which scattered papers as a door slammed shut at the top of the stairs. Her mind did a complete somersault as she raced up the stairs shouting her son’s name.
She quickly tried to open his door and realized she couldn’t because he had locked it, “Clark,” she called out, “Open the door sweetheart!”
She could hear noises and things being ripped as if a small cyclone was running loose in the room. She jiggled the knob some more and wondering what the hell was going on in there.
Suddenly the door flew open and Martha found herself in the tight embrace of her son. The door shut behind him and Martha realized that Clark was crying. She ran her fingers through his soft hair as he cried how sorry he was about the baby. It broke her heart to hear him tell her that he did not deserve her love. She quickly pulled away from him and the look of rejection in his eyes stung the very core of her soul. She pulled him into her arms, “I love you so much baby,” she cooed soothingly, “Don’t you ever think that you don’t deserve my love. I love you with every fiber of my being.”
She kissed his forehead and wiped the tears from his eyes with gentle thumb strokes smiling at him. A noise came from inside the room and she remembered that this must be Clark’s “friend” that Jonathan was talking about who jumped from a forty story window and landed as quietly as a cat on the pavement in front of them earlier.
Clark stopped his mother from turning the knob and she looked at her son questioningly and he said, “He’s very sensitive to light.”
Her brow wrinkled and Clark called in, “Go to where the light can’t touch you Ronan.”
He waited a few seconds and the both of them hear him say, “All right.”
Clark opened the door and Martha followed him inside as he closed the door quickly behind them. The room was dark but you could still see.
“Ronan,” Clark asked calmly and Martha’s eyes widened in astonishment. The darkness actually parted in the corner of the room to reveal the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on in her life. He looked like a being that had just stepped out of myths and legends and she was not wrong.
He looked like a flawless carved statue with skin glowing like a pale silver moon. His hair was like garnet fire that hung long and silky with hint of curls here and there. His eyes were what bewitched her. They were like seeing a shiny turquoise stone that burned with an intense aqua fire.
“Clark,” Martha rasped as she fought not to reach out and touch the image of dark beauty, “What is he?”
“Complicated,” Clark said which made Ronan pout and Martha’s heart went all a pitter patter over that heartbreaking look. His lips were so full and sensuous and were begging to be touched and kissed, and what the hell was she thinking?
Ronan was eyeing the looks that Clark’s mother was giving him and he smiled at her. Clark thanked all the gods at once that he did not show his fangs. He had killed his little sibling and almost killed his dad. All he needed to check off the list now was scare the hell out of his mom.
“I’m a meteor freak,” Ronan told her, “As Clark so eloquently put it.”
Martha did the only thing her brain would allow her to do, she nodded. This was not anything new to her. Her son always did love to bring in stray meteor freaks but never any that was as beautiful as sin. She smiled warmly at him as she thought, “Friend? Indeed.”
Clark looked around the room looking like he was nervous as hell, “Is this dark enough for you Ronan?”
Ronan nodded, “Its perfect, Clark.”
The way Ronan spoke his name made red hot desire flow to a place he did not need it to be flowing to right now. He gave Ronan a stern look and Martha watched him gracefully sit on her son’s bed.
Suddenly she found her voice again and turned to look at Clark who looked to be really red in the face or maybe it was the darkness playing tricks on her eyes. Her voice brought his attention to her as she repeated for the second time, “You need to go and get your father sweetheart.”
Clark gasped and kissed his mom on the cheek and told Ronan to behave until he got back. He carefully opened the door and was gone in a whoosh of wind that scattered even more papers across the house.
Martha turned back to look at the vision of beauty who was looking at her with eyes that had not blinked once since she first saw them. She ran a smooth hand through her own red hair asking, “Can I get you anything?”
Ronan smiled nervously at her, “No, thank you, Mrs. Kent.”
Martha nodded her head and then took a seat at Clark’s desk turning around in the chair so she could look at him, “Jonathan told me that you jumped from the top floor of Luthorcorp Tower and did not even bend a knee.”
Ronan really did not want to talk about himself. He could just command her to go away but for some odd reason he wanted her to hold him. She is a mother. She is a mother who loves Clark very much because she said so.
He had heard the two of them talking outside the room with his sensitive ears. A tear threatened to fall from an aqua orb and he closed his eyes, “I have certain powers.”
Martha had studied people and their body language all her life and she could tell that he was either very uncomfortable or very scared. She watched him open his eyes and hide himself behind a beautiful fake smile and she nodded, “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
Why did that suddenly comfort him? Why is she being so nice to a complete stranger that is in her home uninvited? Oh, Clark brought him in, so, technically he was invited.
“Thank you,” he said as he turned his head to the side and his hair cascaded down like water to hide his eyes from her.
“Are you sure you don’t need anything,” she asked again trying to get him to open up and finally nodded getting to her feet when he shook his head.
Was she angry with him? Was he supposed to ask for something? What did he do wrong? Was she going to make the light devour him? He looked up at her with hidden fear and then humiliation when she said, “Make yourself at home dear, I’m going to go,” but was cut off by a man yelling from downstairs, “Martha!”
Ronan was on his feet in an instant ready to defend Mrs. Kent when she put a hand on his hard chest as Clark came into the room in a whoosh. Ronan’s eyes lit up even more if that were possible when he saw Clark and Mrs. Kent removed her shaking hand from his very sex chest.
“Dads on the couch,” Clark said as he looked his mom over with his x-ray vision, “Whatever Jor-El did to him must have worn him out.”
Martha nodded and then stopped at the door, “Put up some stuff to block the sun,” she said looking at Clark and then to Ronan, “So Ronan won’t feel so confined.”
Ronan smiled happily at her which made her heart beat a little faster. Her son sure had excellent taste. She smiled back and she carefully closed the door behind her.
Ronan quickly embraced Clark right enough that it would have broken a human in two, “Your mother is the kindest person in the world. She glows like a warm star in my eyes.”
Clark smiled as he hugged him back, “Mom is the best.”
Ronan pushed his sadness away as he whispered honestly, “I’m glad everything is okay with you and your parents now.”
“Yeah,” Clark said happily and then frowned, “My friends on the other hand are a different matter.”
“If they love you Clark,” Ronan said while he was brushing the hair out of Clark’s eyes with his fingers, “They’ll forgive you no matter what.”
“They don’t know my secret,” Clark told him and Ronan kissed his lips saying, “And I won’t be the one to tell.”
Clark squeezed him and pulled away gently, “Let me go put up some quilts and stuff so you can walk around the house.”
“Clark,” Ronan said as he let go of his arm and Clark looked at him with warm gooey kindness that he wanted to drown himself in, “I’ll do my best to try and fit in, be normal.”
Clark gave him that Leif like goofy grin that made his heart want to explode out of his chest, “Thank you.”
Ronan waved his hands playfully, “Now go my alien and do my dark bidding.”
Clark snorted and then laughed out loud, “As my dark lord commands,” he said bowing from the room.
Ronan stood all alone in the darkness once more with nothing but his haunted thoughts to keep him company. He gazed into Clark’s mirror and saw nothing but the darkness grinning back at him.
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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 Seven
Martha had barely gotten off the phone with Jonathan when a quick breeze blew passed her which scattered papers as a door slammed shut at the top of the stairs. Her mind did a complete somersault as she raced up the stairs shouting her son’s name.
She quickly tried to open his door and realized she couldn’t because he had locked it, “Clark,” she called out, “Open the door sweetheart!”
She could hear noises and things being ripped as if a small cyclone was running loose in the room. She jiggled the knob some more and wondering what the hell was going on in there.
Suddenly the door flew open and Martha found herself in the tight embrace of her son. The door shut behind him and Martha realized that Clark was crying. She ran her fingers through his soft hair as he cried how sorry he was about the baby. It broke her heart to hear him tell her that he did not deserve her love. She quickly pulled away from him and the look of rejection in his eyes stung the very core of her soul. She pulled him into her arms, “I love you so much baby,” she cooed soothingly, “Don’t you ever think that you don’t deserve my love. I love you with every fiber of my being.”
She kissed his forehead and wiped the tears from his eyes with gentle thumb strokes smiling at him. A noise came from inside the room and she remembered that this must be Clark’s “friend” that Jonathan was talking about who jumped from a forty story window and landed as quietly as a cat on the pavement in front of them earlier.
Clark stopped his mother from turning the knob and she looked at her son questioningly and he said, “He’s very sensitive to light.”
Her brow wrinkled and Clark called in, “Go to where the light can’t touch you Ronan.”
He waited a few seconds and the both of them hear him say, “All right.”
Clark opened the door and Martha followed him inside as he closed the door quickly behind them. The room was dark but you could still see.
“Ronan,” Clark asked calmly and Martha’s eyes widened in astonishment. The darkness actually parted in the corner of the room to reveal the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on in her life. He looked like a being that had just stepped out of myths and legends and she was not wrong.
He looked like a flawless carved statue with skin glowing like a pale silver moon. His hair was like garnet fire that hung long and silky with hint of curls here and there. His eyes were what bewitched her. They were like seeing a shiny turquoise stone that burned with an intense aqua fire.
“Clark,” Martha rasped as she fought not to reach out and touch the image of dark beauty, “What is he?”
“Complicated,” Clark said which made Ronan pout and Martha’s heart went all a pitter patter over that heartbreaking look. His lips were so full and sensuous and were begging to be touched and kissed, and what the hell was she thinking?
Ronan was eyeing the looks that Clark’s mother was giving him and he smiled at her. Clark thanked all the gods at once that he did not show his fangs. He had killed his little sibling and almost killed his dad. All he needed to check off the list now was scare the hell out of his mom.
“I’m a meteor freak,” Ronan told her, “As Clark so eloquently put it.”
Martha did the only thing her brain would allow her to do, she nodded. This was not anything new to her. Her son always did love to bring in stray meteor freaks but never any that was as beautiful as sin. She smiled warmly at him as she thought, “Friend? Indeed.”
Clark looked around the room looking like he was nervous as hell, “Is this dark enough for you Ronan?”
Ronan nodded, “Its perfect, Clark.”
The way Ronan spoke his name made red hot desire flow to a place he did not need it to be flowing to right now. He gave Ronan a stern look and Martha watched him gracefully sit on her son’s bed.
Suddenly she found her voice again and turned to look at Clark who looked to be really red in the face or maybe it was the darkness playing tricks on her eyes. Her voice brought his attention to her as she repeated for the second time, “You need to go and get your father sweetheart.”
Clark gasped and kissed his mom on the cheek and told Ronan to behave until he got back. He carefully opened the door and was gone in a whoosh of wind that scattered even more papers across the house.
Martha turned back to look at the vision of beauty who was looking at her with eyes that had not blinked once since she first saw them. She ran a smooth hand through her own red hair asking, “Can I get you anything?”
Ronan smiled nervously at her, “No, thank you, Mrs. Kent.”
Martha nodded her head and then took a seat at Clark’s desk turning around in the chair so she could look at him, “Jonathan told me that you jumped from the top floor of Luthorcorp Tower and did not even bend a knee.”
Ronan really did not want to talk about himself. He could just command her to go away but for some odd reason he wanted her to hold him. She is a mother. She is a mother who loves Clark very much because she said so.
He had heard the two of them talking outside the room with his sensitive ears. A tear threatened to fall from an aqua orb and he closed his eyes, “I have certain powers.”
Martha had studied people and their body language all her life and she could tell that he was either very uncomfortable or very scared. She watched him open his eyes and hide himself behind a beautiful fake smile and she nodded, “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
Why did that suddenly comfort him? Why is she being so nice to a complete stranger that is in her home uninvited? Oh, Clark brought him in, so, technically he was invited.
“Thank you,” he said as he turned his head to the side and his hair cascaded down like water to hide his eyes from her.
“Are you sure you don’t need anything,” she asked again trying to get him to open up and finally nodded getting to her feet when he shook his head.
Was she angry with him? Was he supposed to ask for something? What did he do wrong? Was she going to make the light devour him? He looked up at her with hidden fear and then humiliation when she said, “Make yourself at home dear, I’m going to go,” but was cut off by a man yelling from downstairs, “Martha!”
Ronan was on his feet in an instant ready to defend Mrs. Kent when she put a hand on his hard chest as Clark came into the room in a whoosh. Ronan’s eyes lit up even more if that were possible when he saw Clark and Mrs. Kent removed her shaking hand from his very sex chest.
“Dads on the couch,” Clark said as he looked his mom over with his x-ray vision, “Whatever Jor-El did to him must have worn him out.”
Martha nodded and then stopped at the door, “Put up some stuff to block the sun,” she said looking at Clark and then to Ronan, “So Ronan won’t feel so confined.”
Ronan smiled happily at her which made her heart beat a little faster. Her son sure had excellent taste. She smiled back and she carefully closed the door behind her.
Ronan quickly embraced Clark right enough that it would have broken a human in two, “Your mother is the kindest person in the world. She glows like a warm star in my eyes.”
Clark smiled as he hugged him back, “Mom is the best.”
Ronan pushed his sadness away as he whispered honestly, “I’m glad everything is okay with you and your parents now.”
“Yeah,” Clark said happily and then frowned, “My friends on the other hand are a different matter.”
“If they love you Clark,” Ronan said while he was brushing the hair out of Clark’s eyes with his fingers, “They’ll forgive you no matter what.”
“They don’t know my secret,” Clark told him and Ronan kissed his lips saying, “And I won’t be the one to tell.”
Clark squeezed him and pulled away gently, “Let me go put up some quilts and stuff so you can walk around the house.”
“Clark,” Ronan said as he let go of his arm and Clark looked at him with warm gooey kindness that he wanted to drown himself in, “I’ll do my best to try and fit in, be normal.”
Clark gave him that Leif like goofy grin that made his heart want to explode out of his chest, “Thank you.”
Ronan waved his hands playfully, “Now go my alien and do my dark bidding.”
Clark snorted and then laughed out loud, “As my dark lord commands,” he said bowing from the room.
Ronan stood all alone in the darkness once more with nothing but his haunted thoughts to keep him company. He gazed into Clark’s mirror and saw nothing but the darkness grinning back at him.
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