His Name in the Green
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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,642
Reviews:
17
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
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 Seven
With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
_Britney Spears
Lex Luthor was sitting at his desk looking over some classified files about some of the more shady operations his “Crap Factory” was undertaking at the moment. Some of these research techniques could cure thousands if not millions in the near future of the world’s most deadly diseases. The only drawback was that certain chemical wastes were being secretly dumped into the local rivers and streams.
He started to massage his neck and let out a low growl of frustration. This was fucking outrageous! What if the local cattle started dying? What if it seeped into underwater wells? It could kill Clark’s families herd. It could make people sick. Luthorcorp would be responsible for this. Where the fuck had that blind old man gotten his wrinkled ass off too?
He looked up when a certain farmboy sauntered in all dressed in black, greeting him with a wolfish smile. Lex cocked a delicate brow. Had Clark just eaten Little Red? What was with the sudden change in dress habit?
“Clark,” Lex asked and quickly closed his laptop, “What can I do for you?”
“I need a favor,” Clark said walking right up to the desk to lean across it.
Lex smiled and cocked his head to the side, “What?”
“I want to borrow a pretty shiny that goes zoom-zoom,” Clark grinned and pushed back off the desk, “In a lovely shade of forest green…if you have it.”
Lex smiled knowingly, and he was all too happy to help Clark out when it came to impressing the lovely Miss Lang, even though a hint of envy was screaming at the back of his mind.
“I’m not sure if Lana would be impressed by a nice car, Clark,” Lex said as he got to his feet.
“It’s not for her,” Clark said and stepped up next to the older man, “It is for someone who has really tickled my blushing bulb.”
Lex’s pale green eyes widened in shock because Clark Kent had just thrown him, yet again, for another loop. When had Clark gotten so…dirty? Were those shoes Armani?
“Why the color green,” Lex asked as he slowly led Clark from the study, “And who is this person?”
“Green is the new red,” Clark said in a deep voice and Lex felt his knees suddenly go weak. Since when the hell had Clark’s voice become so deep and husky? Had the farmboy been bitch slapped with Cupid’s bow? Where had he gotten the money for those shoes?
“And who might this lucky young lady be, Clark,” he asked and hid the note of jealousy behind an endearing smile.
“Oh, no,” Clark said as he followed him into the car garage where all the pretty shiny were kept, “It’s for my boyfriend.”
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Dustin was out in his backyard lying in the evening sun. His skin was a radiant golden green and the bed of flora in which he was lying upon smelled heavenly in the warm breeze that fanned his naked body.
Honeysuckle vines were coiling around his body in a massage like pace. Roses were coiling through his hair, and emerald green clovers were keeping him comfortable.
He reached up his arms and stretched out towards the fading light. His killers were now killed, and he could now right all the wrongs being done to the Green.
He gently sat up and smiled at all his beauties. They were all so lovely in their own special ways. He was going to make this planet into a paradise for the Green. He could see it all in his mind and it was glorious.
All of a sudden he heard a car pull up. Oh, how he detested the noisy contraptions. They blackened the Mother’s sky and blocked out Father Sun. He was definitely going to have to get rid of them.
All of the vines quickly uncoiled from around him and he was lifted to his feet by a giant sunflower. Who on earth could it be?
He threw on a mossy green, gossamer silk robe, and quickly glided inside. He went to the front door to peek out and saw that it was Clark.
His emerald green eyes widened. Where in the hell had he gotten that car? He had no idea that Clark was so wealthy.
He spun around and knew that he looked fucking fantastic. The golden green glow was already starting to leave his skin. Should he let Clark see him dressed in only this though?
He jumped when the doorbell rang. It was too late now. He took a deep breath to calm himself and opened the door.
“Clark,” he said with a big smile and noticed the rose in the farmboy’s golden hand. It was so red.
“Hi,” Clark said and was drinking the sight of him in, “I got you this because it reminded me of your hair.”
Dustin wanted to claw whoever picked the beautiful blossom, but he took it, and sniffed it like a good boy. It was so fragrant. Where had Clark gotten it?
“It’s beautiful,” Dustin said and Clark beamed in pleasure, “What’s up?”
“Get dressed,” Clark said leaning in and kissed him on the cheek, “I want to take you out.”
Dustin moved to the side to let him in. He looked at the Lamborghini and smiled. It was the color of green forest leaves. The farmboy was really trying to impress.
“Where are we going,” Dustin asked as he led Clark into the sitting room.
Clark simply loved how that mossy green gown just seemed to flutter around his flower’s smaller frame. It was very nice and oh so provocative.
“Dancing,” Clark said as he plopped down on the sofa to pat his lap in invitation, “In Metropolis.”
Dustin blinked as he sat the rose down on the coffee table, “Metropolis?”
“Yeah,” Clark said reaching out for his hand and drew him down into his arms to sniff his hair in pleasure, “It’ll be a blast.”
Dustin straddled his waist and carefully angled his head so that Clark could not easily get to his lips. Did he really want to do this? There was no way he could really be with Clark. He was poisonous. He was toxic. What if Clark kissed him? What if he accidentally scratches him?
Gloves! Did he have any? Would they go with an outfit? He had to look. He wanted this so badly.
“Well,” Clark asked with big wet puppy eyes, even though the pout looked more deadly than sad.
Dustin very carefully put a pearly white finger to those pouting lips and grinned, “I’ll get ready.”
Clark’s eyes burned with heat as he watched Dustin glide from the spacious room. The ruby glow dimmed just a little when he chuckled at how Lex had stumbled and fallen when he had told him that Dustin was his boyfriend.
The look that Lex had given him had been priceless. If only he had had a camera on him at that moment. He would have put that picture on the fridge.
Wait! He had not officially asked Dustin out yet. Well, he was just going to have to fix that.
A devious plan was starting to form in his devious alien brain. He leaned back on the sofa and actually fought with himself. He was not going to use his x-ray vision to play peek-a-boo on his date. Dustin deserved his respect.
Lex did hostile takeovers all the time. So, how was he going to take over Dustin’s heart like Lex did some business?
“If you’re thirsty,” Dustin shouted down the stairs, “There are drinks in the fridge, Clark!”
“Thanks,” Clark shouted back.
In a quick whoosh he had a bottle of orange juice in hand. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
Tonight…he was going to woo Dustin into giving him a kiss…a real kiss. The kind of kiss that sets the blood to boiling with red hot desire. He was going to make Dustin his.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
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 Seven
With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
_Britney Spears
Lex Luthor was sitting at his desk looking over some classified files about some of the more shady operations his “Crap Factory” was undertaking at the moment. Some of these research techniques could cure thousands if not millions in the near future of the world’s most deadly diseases. The only drawback was that certain chemical wastes were being secretly dumped into the local rivers and streams.
He started to massage his neck and let out a low growl of frustration. This was fucking outrageous! What if the local cattle started dying? What if it seeped into underwater wells? It could kill Clark’s families herd. It could make people sick. Luthorcorp would be responsible for this. Where the fuck had that blind old man gotten his wrinkled ass off too?
He looked up when a certain farmboy sauntered in all dressed in black, greeting him with a wolfish smile. Lex cocked a delicate brow. Had Clark just eaten Little Red? What was with the sudden change in dress habit?
“Clark,” Lex asked and quickly closed his laptop, “What can I do for you?”
“I need a favor,” Clark said walking right up to the desk to lean across it.
Lex smiled and cocked his head to the side, “What?”
“I want to borrow a pretty shiny that goes zoom-zoom,” Clark grinned and pushed back off the desk, “In a lovely shade of forest green…if you have it.”
Lex smiled knowingly, and he was all too happy to help Clark out when it came to impressing the lovely Miss Lang, even though a hint of envy was screaming at the back of his mind.
“I’m not sure if Lana would be impressed by a nice car, Clark,” Lex said as he got to his feet.
“It’s not for her,” Clark said and stepped up next to the older man, “It is for someone who has really tickled my blushing bulb.”
Lex’s pale green eyes widened in shock because Clark Kent had just thrown him, yet again, for another loop. When had Clark gotten so…dirty? Were those shoes Armani?
“Why the color green,” Lex asked as he slowly led Clark from the study, “And who is this person?”
“Green is the new red,” Clark said in a deep voice and Lex felt his knees suddenly go weak. Since when the hell had Clark’s voice become so deep and husky? Had the farmboy been bitch slapped with Cupid’s bow? Where had he gotten the money for those shoes?
“And who might this lucky young lady be, Clark,” he asked and hid the note of jealousy behind an endearing smile.
“Oh, no,” Clark said as he followed him into the car garage where all the pretty shiny were kept, “It’s for my boyfriend.”
8888888888888888888888888888888888
Dustin was out in his backyard lying in the evening sun. His skin was a radiant golden green and the bed of flora in which he was lying upon smelled heavenly in the warm breeze that fanned his naked body.
Honeysuckle vines were coiling around his body in a massage like pace. Roses were coiling through his hair, and emerald green clovers were keeping him comfortable.
He reached up his arms and stretched out towards the fading light. His killers were now killed, and he could now right all the wrongs being done to the Green.
He gently sat up and smiled at all his beauties. They were all so lovely in their own special ways. He was going to make this planet into a paradise for the Green. He could see it all in his mind and it was glorious.
All of a sudden he heard a car pull up. Oh, how he detested the noisy contraptions. They blackened the Mother’s sky and blocked out Father Sun. He was definitely going to have to get rid of them.
All of the vines quickly uncoiled from around him and he was lifted to his feet by a giant sunflower. Who on earth could it be?
He threw on a mossy green, gossamer silk robe, and quickly glided inside. He went to the front door to peek out and saw that it was Clark.
His emerald green eyes widened. Where in the hell had he gotten that car? He had no idea that Clark was so wealthy.
He spun around and knew that he looked fucking fantastic. The golden green glow was already starting to leave his skin. Should he let Clark see him dressed in only this though?
He jumped when the doorbell rang. It was too late now. He took a deep breath to calm himself and opened the door.
“Clark,” he said with a big smile and noticed the rose in the farmboy’s golden hand. It was so red.
“Hi,” Clark said and was drinking the sight of him in, “I got you this because it reminded me of your hair.”
Dustin wanted to claw whoever picked the beautiful blossom, but he took it, and sniffed it like a good boy. It was so fragrant. Where had Clark gotten it?
“It’s beautiful,” Dustin said and Clark beamed in pleasure, “What’s up?”
“Get dressed,” Clark said leaning in and kissed him on the cheek, “I want to take you out.”
Dustin moved to the side to let him in. He looked at the Lamborghini and smiled. It was the color of green forest leaves. The farmboy was really trying to impress.
“Where are we going,” Dustin asked as he led Clark into the sitting room.
Clark simply loved how that mossy green gown just seemed to flutter around his flower’s smaller frame. It was very nice and oh so provocative.
“Dancing,” Clark said as he plopped down on the sofa to pat his lap in invitation, “In Metropolis.”
Dustin blinked as he sat the rose down on the coffee table, “Metropolis?”
“Yeah,” Clark said reaching out for his hand and drew him down into his arms to sniff his hair in pleasure, “It’ll be a blast.”
Dustin straddled his waist and carefully angled his head so that Clark could not easily get to his lips. Did he really want to do this? There was no way he could really be with Clark. He was poisonous. He was toxic. What if Clark kissed him? What if he accidentally scratches him?
Gloves! Did he have any? Would they go with an outfit? He had to look. He wanted this so badly.
“Well,” Clark asked with big wet puppy eyes, even though the pout looked more deadly than sad.
Dustin very carefully put a pearly white finger to those pouting lips and grinned, “I’ll get ready.”
Clark’s eyes burned with heat as he watched Dustin glide from the spacious room. The ruby glow dimmed just a little when he chuckled at how Lex had stumbled and fallen when he had told him that Dustin was his boyfriend.
The look that Lex had given him had been priceless. If only he had had a camera on him at that moment. He would have put that picture on the fridge.
Wait! He had not officially asked Dustin out yet. Well, he was just going to have to fix that.
A devious plan was starting to form in his devious alien brain. He leaned back on the sofa and actually fought with himself. He was not going to use his x-ray vision to play peek-a-boo on his date. Dustin deserved his respect.
Lex did hostile takeovers all the time. So, how was he going to take over Dustin’s heart like Lex did some business?
“If you’re thirsty,” Dustin shouted down the stairs, “There are drinks in the fridge, Clark!”
“Thanks,” Clark shouted back.
In a quick whoosh he had a bottle of orange juice in hand. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
Tonight…he was going to woo Dustin into giving him a kiss…a real kiss. The kind of kiss that sets the blood to boiling with red hot desire. He was going to make Dustin his.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.