His Name in the Green

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 Eight

Lex was still sitting, in his garage, with all his pretty shiny, in the floor, where he had taken a seat after Clark had zoomed away. He was completely silent and in a state of shock. A manservant had come in to check on him earlier and he had simply sent him away with a flick of his wrist.

He was still running what Clark had said so nonchalantly about borrowing the car to impress his boyfriend around in his mind. Had he just stepped into some alternate dimension where his golden farmboy was Desire made flesh?

There was no way he was going to be able to get any work done tonight. Hell, he couldn’t even get up out of the floor. In fact, he didn’t want too. He was just going to sit here until Clark came zooming back. Of course, he would need restroom breaks…he would simply pay someone to do that for him.

Wait! Just who the hell was this “boyfriend” that Clark was seeing anyway? How come he had not seen the signs of Clark’s homosexuality? Did Clark’s parents know?

He was suddenly on his feet in an instant and was running to his study. Where the hell had Clark been going? He had to know.

Who the hell was this boy!?

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City nightlife in Metropolis is like some great pulsing drum that never takes a break. People are out at all hours and the parties are endless. Drinks and drugs were everywhere, and as long as you had the money, you were welcomed into the fold.

Clark found that he could not take his eyes off the radiant redhead. He looked absolutely amazing and heads were turning wherever they walked.

Dustin was wearing a skin tight, brilliant green shirt that was made out of fine silk. Clark had to be careful or he could just rip if off accidentally on purpose. It was the kind of silk that Lex sometimes wore and thought that it was casual wear to a cookout.

Clark eyed those leather pants that just seemed to flow down Dustin’s long, toned legs like liquid darkness. When not in the light, the pants looked as if they had been spray painted on those perfect legs.

His long rose red hair was slicked back and held in place with a matching leather ponytail holder. He had not allowed Clark to leave the house unless they both had on eyeliner. Their eyes were dramatically enhanced and they looked absolutely fabulous.

Clark could not help but to admire himself in almost every reflective surface he passed. It was not that he was vain or anything of that nature. Hell, he would look like Sex incarnate even if he had on nothing but a brown paper sack. It was just that his eyes were so green and popping now. Eyeliner was an alien’s best friend.

Dustin followed alongside Clark who was holding his hand. He was trying to have a good time but he was always cautious with his nails. He was terrified that Clark would scratch himself and then collapse deader than a doornail.

There had not been any gloves in the house. He was going to have to buy him a pair for every outfit. It would be the only way to give him some piece of mind when around Clark.

He was not worried about his lips. Clark knew that these venomous cherry reds were off limits. The handsome farmboy had not made a single move on them all night. What could he possibly be planning?

“So,” Dustin said as he leaned in closer to Clark, “Flowers, a hot ride, dinner. What’s next on the Clark rollercoaster?”

“I promised you dancing,” Clark said as he made his way towards the front of the line to a club called Poison Oaks.

“Hey,” the bouncer at the red rope said as he put a hand on Clark’s broad chest, “Back of the line, Hot Stuff.”

“The names Kent,” he said and gave the smaller man a very dark glare, “Check your list.”

The guy narrowed his eyes, but gave Dustin a smile as he checked the list once more.

“Kent,” the man said with surprise, “Clark Kent?”

“The one and only,” Clark said as the man lowered red rope.

“So very sorry, Mr. Kent,” the man said.

Dustin just looked at Clark with visible surprise. How in the hell had he gotten his name on that list?

“Why so surprised,” Clark asked and squeezed his hand affectionately, which made Dustin extremely paranoid over his nails as the two made their way down the narrow staircase, “I can do anything…when I want to.”

“I can see that,” Dustin said just as Clark opened the big metal door at the bottom of the stairs to reveal the loud party within.

Flashing lights of all colors were sweeping across the glitter dusted marble floors that were of Mediterranean design. Statues of Goddesses with winding snakes coiling around their slender frames were situated here and there with the greatest of care. Marble Gods had their heads thrown back in ecstasy as dancers moved among them. Everyone had different kinds of drinks in hand with little glow sticks of all colors in them.

The music was pulsing all around and people were dressed in all manner of attire. Clark moved through the crowd of crazed dancers and Dustin glided right along behind him.

Many dancers reached out to brush their hands across the two of them to get them to stop and dance, but Clark kept moving. Dustin eyed the dancers and wanted to smite them all for even daring to touch him…and Clark. Their bodies were all splattered with paint that was glowing in the black lights. He did not want that nasty stuff on him, and it looked like Clark felt the same.

Clark reached back and snatched his hand in his like lightning. Dustin quickly found himself pulled forward into Clark’s warm embrace, and was practically swept off his feet…literally.

Clark was simply full of surprises tonight. Hell, he had been full of surprises all damn day. He had no idea that Clark knew how to move like this. It felt as though he were dancing on air.

“You look surprised,” Clark said as he twirled the gorgeous redhead around in graceful circles and dipped him so that he could gaze down into those luminous emerald pools, “I bet you thought that driving a tractor was my signature move, huh?”

Dustin chuckled like the spider that had caught a pretty fly, “Perhaps.”

Clark’s eyes never left him and Dustin could see the ruby tinge in those emerald depths. He had had no idea that Clark had such hauntingly deep eyes. It was like gazing up into something that was endless.

Clark lifted him up and pulled him even closer to provocatively sniff his hair. He did it once more and savored the smell as he spun him around, “You intrigue me.”

“Do I,” Dustin asked and turned around so that Clark could wrap his arms around his waist.

“Oh, yes,” Clark said and lowered his mouth to lightly suckle on the curve of his porcelain smooth white jaw, “Very much.”

Dustin angled his neck just so that Clark would not accidentally peck his lips. He was being even extra careful with his hands. He really needed to buy some damn gloves.

“Are you tired,” Clark asked seeing that his flower was lost in his thoughts.

“Not at all,” Dustin said turning his neck to look up at him and then cocked a brow, “Do your parents know about this secret side of you, Clark?”

Clark shook his head, “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“Right,” Dustin said and looked around at all the darkness life had to offer, “Because I don’t think they would approve of you or I being here in this kind of atmosphere.”

Clark’s face suddenly turned stormy, “Do you think I need their permission to do whatever I want?”

This was something new. Clark was suddenly looking very angry for some reason. Dustin decided to push a little more at him just to see what the issue might be.

“We’re only sixteen, Clark,” Dustin said, not that this atmosphere meant anything to him, all of this would soon be jungle anyway, “We’re not even allowed in here.”

“Allowed,” Clark asked and then was howling with laughter that had some people stop and look at him, and then he suddenly looked deadly serious, “I do as I please, when and wherever I please.”

Dustin cocked a delicate brow and put a hand on his hip, “Really?”

Clark mimicked his body language perfectly, only it wasn’t a questioning stance, it was a final answer stance, “Really.”

Dustin didn’t really know what to think. For some odd reason, he believed what Clark was saying, but it seemed so impossible. How in the Green could some farmboy from Podunk USA believe that he had the power to do whatever he wanted?

Dustin wanted Clark to prove it to him, but he was afraid that Clark might get himself hurt in the process. It was obvious that Clark had to be on something. There were drugs all over this place.

“You don’t have to showoff to impress me, Clark,” Dustin said as he led the bigger man over to a tiny booth where they took a seat across from each other, “I would have been more than happy to of just spent time with you in the privacy of our own company instead of all this glam and bam.”

“Smallville is so boring,” Clark said looking at all the fun that was going on around them, “It’s too tiny, and everyone is always in my face about something or other.”

“Clark,” Dustin asked and carefully reached out across the table to take his handsome face between his cool palms, “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” Clark said with a smile and then his face went dark, “And everything.”

Dustin blinked.

“You don’t know anything about me,” Clark said and was gripping those white wrists that were covered in green silk, “Nobody does.”

Dustin remained perfectly calm. Clark’s grip was like steel, and it should be scaring him, but he was the very essence of Mother Nature.

“I can listen,” Dustin said and carefully rose up, “Let’s get out of here.”

There was hardly any Green in Metropolis and he felt slightly vulnerable. He was so going to change that.

“Why won’t you let me kiss you,” Clark asked rising to his feet as well and not letting Dustin go, “Why won’t you kiss me?”

“If I tell you,” Dustin whispered, “I’ll have to kill you.”

“Come on,” Clark said and quickly led him through the pulsing crowd, “I’ll take you to my special place.”

Dustin let Clark lead him along and he was suddenly starting to feel really sad. He liked Clark. He really, really liked Clark. He wanted to wrap his emerald green vines around him and never let him go. Would he be able to be with him?

He smiled sadly and let Clark take him out into the night.

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“Jonathan,” Martha asked looking up from one of Clark’s latest graphic novels about a poisonous villain falling leaf over petal in love with the tragic hero of the tale, “Do you have any idea where Clark is? It is after his curfew.”

“He is probably with that Luthor,” Jonathan said with visible scorn in his tone, “It is Friday night after all.”

“Ah,” she said turning the page that would soon reveal if the kiss would prove to be deadly or not, “I’m sure he’ll call if something just plain awful happens.”

“I’m sure he will,” he said and started hitting the “X” button over and over, “Take that you vile plant Goddess!”

Martha rolled her eyes and started reading once more. This comic…graphic novel was really starting to get good. Where did Clark find these things? Amazon? Ebay?

“Oh,” Martha said looking at the next image, “I so did not see that coming.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.