The Snow Queen

The Snow Queen

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or the Snow Queen, but my friends do call me the Snow Queen.

Summary: Winter has taken a life in Smallville and everyone thinks Clark has become colder than ice. MM, Language.

Chapter Eight

Bart was standing up on a stool while elderly looking women were fussing all about him. They were draping silks of every style and color around his body trying to see which one made him glow like a gossamer petal in sunshine. He fidgeted and squirmed as they measured every square inch of his body. All manner of styles were being jotted down on what looked to be silk paper. Just how many different outfits were being made for him? How long did the Summer Princess think that he would be staying? He had to find Clark.

“The little boy look is so last season my, Sunflower,” the Summer Princess said as she looked at the simple peasant rags her Springy sister had him dress in. They looked absolutely ridiculous on someone as stunning as this lovely Sunflower. He was so lucky to of escaped that lunatic. She decided that the color blue would look stunning on him. It would bring out the aquamarine that was hiding in those shy eyes.

“Right now its flowing silk,” she said while fixing her radiant hair, “And tons of expensive jewelry.”

Bart smiled from up on his perch, “I do like the pretty shiny, Princess.”

She giggled, “Look in the mirror, Sunflower,” she smiled, “Mirrors don’t lie. Tell me what you see.”

Bart gazed at himself in the elaborate mirror that was decked in all kinds of flowers and he looked stunning to all who were looking at him, “Nobody special.”

“Yes…” the Summer Princess murmured with foggy eyes that suddenly burned like the sun, “But I’m going to change all that, Sunflower.”

Bart grinned as he looked down at the flowing silk that was blowing in the warm breeze around his body, “This outfit is…very blue, Princess.”

“Isn’t it though,” she squealed, “Your eyes are absolutely stunning.”

He blushed as she took his hand leading him from the room, “Promise me one thing, Sunflower.”

“What,” he asked seeing the slight fear in her dark eyes that were so vibrant.

“Just promise not to leave the grounds,” she said as they walked down the staircase, “The woods are full of blood thirsty robbers…and I would simply hate to see you become another unfortunate victim of their ruthlessness.”

She suddenly stopped in front of a mirror and gasped in horror, “Does this gown make me look like a pig?”

Bart just looked at her in shock, “Um…no.”

“You would try and flatter me, darling,” she said and turned away from herself with a smile, “No time to change, we’ve such a busy day ahead of us.”

She lead him to a balcony where hundreds of women were lined up at the gates. What the hell?

“Why are all these ladies here,” he asked looking down at all of them.

“The Engagement Ball is tonight,” she smiled brightly as she waved to some of them, “The biggest night of the Summer. All these young women are just dying to marry you…so we have to make you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Married,” Bart asked as she played with a vibrant white rose in her hand.

She nodded with enthusiasm, “Married, that’s right.”

“But, I can’t get married,” he said in outrage, “I’m gay.”

“We’re all happy here, too,” the Summer Princess laughed even though she was crushing the flower blossom with all her might.

“I’m in love with Clark,” he said while feeling sorry for the flower, “I have to find him.”

“And I promise to tell you where he is,” she said as she ground the flower to mulch and quickly pulled a guard over with her other hand hissing in his ear, “Get me men…very hot men…I want them so hot that this Summer will be on fire.”

“What,” Bart asked, “No…I love Clark.”

“Just take a gander,” she said and opened her hand to reveal the flower unharmed, “So many to choose from.”

“I can’t,” Bart argued, “I love Clark, only Clark.”

“That little boy look actually suit you,” she laughed, “You should stick with that. It’s very provocative.”

“But,” he tried only to be cut off.

“Do this,” she said leaning close and her breath smelled of fiery hot cinnamon, “And I’ll tell you where your Clark is, my Sunflower.”

Bart looked back out to see all the women turning away and young handsome men stepping up to the gate. None of these men would do. Only one man floated in Clark’s heart…only emerald pools would he ever get lost in.

“Clark,” he whispered with a hand over his heart.

The Summer Princess hid her frown. She would not lose this one. This one would keep Summer here forever. Time to get him all did up.

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“Bart,” Lois screamed as she ran to the waters edge to pick up his orange hoody from around a log that it was caught on.

“Just a log,” Chloe said in relief, “Its just a log, Lois.”

“How did this get in the water,” Lois yelled, “Huh, Chloe?”

“He’s fine,” she said soothingly even though her heart was racing like a horse across an open field, “We’ll find him.”

“Its been six weeks,” she said.

“We’ll find him,” Chloe repeated as she took out her cell phone, “I’ll call Lana and see if she’s found anything that might tell us where he is.”

Lois just took a seat right there on the bank, “He’s gone, too.”

“Don’t say that,” Chloe scolded, “We’ll find him, Lois.”

“Just like Clark,” Lois cried as she squeezed the wet hoody tightly to her breast, “Something found in the water.”

Chloe put her phone away, “He’s fine.”

“I don’t think so,” Lois whispered.

“Why,” Chloe asked.

“Because,” Lois said and the tears finally fell, “Just, because.”

“Lois,” Chloe asked as she sat down to put her arms around her.

“Bart loved Clark,” she whispered over the sound of the gently moving water, “I found Clark’s journal in Bart’s things.”

“Really,” Chloe asked in surprise that Clark would keep such a thing.

“His words,” Lois cried, “Filled with such hope…such pain…he loved Lex so much…his heart was breaking already, Chloe.”

“Hush,” Chloe soothed as she fought back the tears of her own, “You’ll be sick.”

“Bart,” she whispered as she put the hoody against her face, “Clark.”

“He is trying to find Clark,” Chloe said, “You’ll see…they’ll both come back to us.”

Lois wept in her arms and then tried to laugh as she cried, “I’ll kick both their asses.”

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Tien was having a blast. Sawing young men in half was such fun, not to mention hard work. The ball was a ton of fun. So many men were looking at him as though he were a piece of fine meat…fun, fun, fun.

His eyes sparkled when Bart walked in beside the Summer Princess. The young man was absolutely beautiful. The flowing silks of azure seemed to just billow around him as he moved beside her. His eyes were so intense they looked like glowing blue lights. There was even sparkling sapphires in his hair.

The Summer Princess was glowing with pride in her elaborate gown of red and rubies. She left Bart to stand there before all the men and went to mingle so she could throw all manner of boys at him.

Bart just stood there looking at all the dancers and smiled when a young man approached him in what looked to be a Prince Charming outfit. His hair was jet black and he had a scruffy appearance that was hot as hell.

“I’m Kevin,” he smiled and his teeth were white as snow, “Would you care to dance? I have many diplomas in the arts.”

“Is that so,” Bart asked while doing his best not to punch the man in the nose.

“Two are in dancing,” he smiled, “May I show you some steps?”

Bart was suddenly pulled into a dance without warning. He was literally swept off his feet at how well the young man danced. He, too, was a fine dancer…show me what you got…Kevin.

Billowing blue silk fanned out in swirling spirals as Kevin spun him around. The two were practically gliding across the amber floor.

The Summer Princess was smiling like crazy. She was such a genius. Wait! Why was Bart walking away? Oh, damn!

“I’m sorry,” she said as she stood in the corner with him near some night blooming jasmine, “I thought he was your type…and all those lovely diplomas.”

“I want Clark,” Bart sighed, “Only him.”

“I see…such a shy boy,” she said and then turned serious, “Except shy boys don’t break into palaces with screwy magicians…now do they…hmm?”

Bart gulped. She looked way pissed.

“Oh, look at this,” she squealed in delight, “Check out the muscles on this one approaching…so hot.”

“Luis,” the man smiled and gods of mercy look at the dimples on him, “At your service…care to dance?”

The Summer Princess literally threw Bart into his big strong arms and called, “Have a blast!”

“Thank you,” Bart smiled at him, “But I’m not much of a dancer…Luis.”

“Your eyes,” Luis said as he pulled him close to his chest that felt harder than a rock, “As blue as moonlight on water…a man such as myself could drown in them.”

Bart snorted, “Really?”

“Oh, yes,” Luis grinned as he spun Bart around in graceful circles, “I’m drowning as we speak.”

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“You’re in love with her,” Clark said, “Aren’t you, Bear?”

Bear let out a growl and it had Clark jumping back from those swiping paws that could shatter a human man’s skull.

“Just let me go,” Clark said, “Let it just be you and her.”

He could see Bart so clearly.

“Please,” he whispered while thinking of Bart, “Let me go?”

“No,” Bear said.

“I can’t hold out much longer,” Clark said and started to feel the pain worsen, “Just let me go.”

“I said no,” Bear growled, “No!”

“Why are you so angry,” Clark asked even though the images were flooding his mind, “Is it because you’re in pain? What do you know of pain?”

“A great deal,” Bear whispered softer than the falling snow.

“How long,” Clark asked.

Bear turned away from him.

“Let me guess,” Clark said and then asked, “Since you met her?”

Bear shook his massive head, “Silence, boy.”

Clark looked back at the mirror. He wanted…Bart.

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Bart stood on the balcony looking out at the dark forest where glowing lights flickered in the trees. He knew that Clark was somewhere beyond it. All these stupid men were getting on his damn nerves. He could leave…in a flash, even…but he had no idea where to go.

“I’ve been watching you all evening, my lovely,” a man said from beside him, “And I’m simply head over heels in love with you.”

The man got down on his knees holding out a rose to Bart, “They call me Handsome.”

“You people just come right out and say it,” Bart said, “Don’t you?”

“Just look at my perfect profile,” he said as he pointed to it, “Especially the way my perfect nose relates to my perfect forehead.”

Bart yawned, “Very nice.”

“Is that all you have to say,” he asked, “Men and women would…have…killed for me…they even faint at the mere sight of my greatness.”

“I guess that I am immune to such things,” Bart seethed and briskly turned back to the quite beauty of the forest.

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“Damn,” the Summer Princess hissed like a sunbeam from a magnifying glass that was scorching ants, “He’s not interested in any of the men. If he doesn’t fall in love…Summer will come to an end.”

“You,” she snapped and grabbed one of the men, “Go dance with him…and don’t you dare come back until he has fallen madly in love with you.”

“I’ve tried…twice,” the man said in a sad voice, “He simply nods and looks the other way…I think I need a drink.”

“Curses,” she cried, “Time for the big guns then…literally.”

“Huh,” he asked.

“Send in,” she said in an ominous voice as thunder boomed in her head, “Kyle the Long.”

“Kyle the Long,” the man asked dreamily.

“If anyone can make him forget about that silly boy,” she cackled madly, “Its…Kyle the Long.”

“Come on,” she yelled and took his arm, “Let’s go find him.”

Tien rolled his eyes from the shadows, “This could get ugly.”

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“You leave me no choice,” a man named Adam said, “I’ll kill myself unless you agree to marry me right here and now.”

“Look,” Bart snapped.

“No,” Adam said, “Hold these flowers while I jump to a messy death below.”

Suddenly a man jumped out of the shadows with skin like polished onyx with eyes that were like amethyst. He pulled his sword and cut Adam’s flowers to ribbons in his hands.

“Kyle the Long,” the handsome man smiled brilliantly, “At your service my lovely sapphire.”

“Just a moment,” Adam said but was casually pushed off the balcony by Bart…who ignored the splash and cries of ducks below in the water.

“Such a fantastic creature,” Kyle mused as he listened to the man who had been pushed into the water splashing around, “I think…I’ll kiss your lovely hand.”

He did so only to back up when he saw that it was Tien’s hand he was kissing. His amethyst eyes widened.

“Lovely,” he said, “Your skin is like warm honey.”

“You think so,” Tien smiled as he winked at Bart who was hiding in the shadows, “We can…got to my room.”

Kyle grinned, “Do you know why they call me…the Long?”

“No,” Tien smiled, “But I simply can’t wait to find out.”

Kyle laughed and Tien pulled the taller man after him, “This way, big boy.”

Bart sighed, “Thank you, gods.”

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“Tell me about him,” the Snow Queen asked from up high on the balcony looking down at him, “My rival?”

“Who,” Clark asked trying to play dumb.

Her eyes narrowed to cold slits and the snow began to fall heavier, “You know…who.”

“I…I don’t remember,” Clark lied.

“Do you honestly think that you can lie to me, Snowflake,” she asked him and her voice turned deadly, “Do you know how insulting that is?”

“I’m sorry,” Clark said not being able to look away from her beauty that was extremely terrifying and even more so when she was angry, “I’m working really hard on the mirror.”

“I can see that,” she snapped like a blast of cold air slamming a door off its hinges and then turned soft, “And what a wonderful job you’re doing, Snowflake.”

His emerald eyes widened as she took to the air on wings of snow and ice to float down and land softer than a snowflake in front of him. She put her arms around him and had him up against a wall in seconds.

“Have you missed me,” she asked and her lips were mere inches from his own, “Do you even think about me at all?”

“Every other thought,” Clark said and his knees were shaking in slight fear but his member was really getting hard. He was gay…why was he growing hard.

“Your body seems happy to see me,” she smiled as she pressed up against his cock which made him moan, “Why do you fight me, Snowflake? Haven’t I taken away your pain?”

“You’ve made me your prisoner,” Clark moaned and his cock felt like it was leaking like a faucet.

“Every gift,” she smiled as her perfect hand lowered to rub against the bulge in his pants, “Has its price, my handsome, perfect, Snowflake.”

He closed his eyes and whimpered because he knew that Bear was watching this…all of this. Bart?

Suddenly she let him go and was standing near the mirror, “I’m going away for a while,” she said looking at how well he was doing, “To start my work again.”

He watched her glide away and his cock ached madly as her siren voice seemed to echo out from within his bones, “To sprinkle some snow on the mountain tops…to remind mortals that Winter is always coming.”

He slid down the wall to land on his ass and almost jumped out of his skin when her laughter echoed from above, “Let me know when you want that second kiss…my beautiful, Snowflake.”

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Clark was laughing as he wiped the snow from his face, “I think you win, Flash.”

“Is that so,” Bart asked him with a snort.

“You’re just too fast for me,” Clark grinned as he looked down at him.

“I could slow down,” Bart said witch a blush, “If you want me to.”

“No,” Clark said shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that.”

Clark held him close as glowing emerald eyes gazed into heavenly blue, “I love you…Bart.”

“I…love you, too,” Bart smiled as Clark kissed him.

Their two auras burned so bright it was blinding. It was a roaring furnace of gold and rosy scarlet light with a tinge of turquoise.

Bart slowly opened his eyes and heard the sound of clapping. He sat up on his bed to see the Summer Princess sitting with other people in some chairs smiling at him and at one another.

“Beautiful,” she smiled as she clapped, “Absolutely beautiful.”

“You,” Bart gasped, “You watched my dream?”

“Of course,” she said getting up and hugging people bye, “It was marvelous.”

“But,” he said, “You were watching my dream…my very intimate dream.”

“Didn’t you watch my dream,” she asked as she picked up a folded up piece of leather.

“Didn’t you promise to tell me where Clark is,” Bart snapped back.

“I did,” she said holding up the leather so he could get a closer look at it, “And I will tell you after tonight.”

“No,” Bart said, “I want to know now.”

“Everything you need to know is right here,” she said holding the leather close.

“I have to find Clark.”

“You have found him,” she said walking closer to put a hand over his heart, “He’s in your dreams and he will always be there. Forever young, forever perfect.”

“That’s not good enough,” Bart cried, “I want him in my arms. I want to feel his arms around me. I want to smell his hair. I want to taste his lips on mine. I want to gaze into his emerald eyes. I want to hear his voice whisper my name.”

“You want a lot,” the Summer Princess smiled, “And you will, after tonight.”

“No,” Bart said taking the rolled up leather from her to see that it was a map.

“Does Bart wish to leave,” Tien asked out of the blue as he stepped from the shadows.

“You,” the Summer Princess snapped while Bart looked the map over, “Stay out of this you screwy magician…go sleep with another guard…or something.”

“Clark,” Bart whispered as he quickly memorized the map.

“You see my, Sunflower,” the Summer Princess said and her eyes were burning pools of fire, “I’m quite determined to find you a partner.”

Bart quickly threw the leather at her and grabbed Tien’s hand, “Let’s go.”

“Stop,” the Summer Princess cried as she fixed her hair.

Bart did not listen as the two of them ran out of the room in hisses of billowing silk.

“Guards,” the Summer Princess shrieked like a banshee, “Stop him!”

Guards came rushing from all over the place hot on their heels.

“Stop him,” she cried, “Or Summer will come to an end!”

Bart raced after Tien and quickly hid behind some bushes as the guards ran past. Tien smiled, “Watch this.”

Bart watched as a double of him appeared across the pond to lure the guards away.

“Wow,” he said, “That was amazing. I looked so real.”

“I know,” Tien said, “I am wonderful, you know.”

Bart could not help but kiss his cheek, “Thank you, Tien.”

“No problem,” Tien smiled, “I hope you find your Clark.”

“Me, too,” Bart said and took off racing into the woods, “I’ll see you Tien.”

Tien watched him go and gently touched the spot on his cheek where Bart had kissed him, “Good luck, Bart.”

He could hear the guards yelling and racing around. They were going to get all hot, sweaty, and frustrated. He quickly turned around and made his way to the bath with a smile on his handsome face. Those boys were going to need a good rub down after all that racing around chasing shadows.

TBC…

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