Beautiful Death
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,972
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.
Beautiful Death
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.
Prologue
The lights were flashing all around him as the music pounded like thunder in his ears. He was enchanted and he knew it. It was as if he were caught in a silky spider’s web of magic and helpless to fight against its seductive grasp.
He watched as the beautiful seducer moved through the throng of sweaty dancers always just out of his reach. He would almost have him in his arms only for him to wisp away like mist when the light of the sun embraced it.
This beautiful man’s skin would put alabaster to shame and he loved how his garnet locks would move around his face as he moved to the beat of the music. He could never quite catch the young man’s eyes and it was really starting to frustrate him.
Kal blinked when the music suddenly stopped to look around to see that the tall beauty was gone just like mist over his once beloved home. He looked around in frustration only for the lights to dim and start flashing again as a new song started to play.
This would now make three times that this beautiful creature had eluded him. How was it possible for him to move like a shadow? He was the freak with the super alien powers after all.
Kal just let out a deep breath of frustration only for a set of strong pale arms to fold around his narrow waist. He was about to punch his fist through a bastards chest when he turned his head to the side to see garnet locks.
His breath left him when he felt the warm breath that smelled of night blooming jasmine tickle the back of his exposed neck. He closed his eyes and breathed in the intoxicating scent as the young man led the dance.
Kal suddenly spun around at super speed that caught the young man off guard to stare into vibrant turquoise eyes that were looking at him in astonishment.
“Hi,” Kal said as he wrapped his arms around the man to lead the dance now.
The young man smiled which revealed flawless pearly whites that made his whole being glow, “You’ve been pursuing me.”
Kal squinted at him, “Are you Irish?”
“What gave me away,” the young man asked as Kal turned him around to hold him the way he had been.
“The accent,” Kal said breathing in his scent, “It’s nice.”
“Really,” the young man asked slightly rubbing up against him which made Kal hiss as he asked, “Want me to read you a bedtime story?”
Kal laughed, “I didn’t get your name.”
The young man spun around with agile fluid grace that reminded Kal of a cat, “I didn’t give it.”
“Ouch,” Kal said in mock hurt as he pulled the young man closer who didn’t look a day over seventeen, “That was a little harsh.”
“You’ve been pursuing me ever since I started coming here,” he said and then asked as he twirled a lock of Kal’s dark hair around a pale finger, “Why?”
“I’ll answer your question,” Kal told him as he let him go, “When you tell me your name.”
The young man tilted his head to the side which made the lights play across his hair which enchanted Kal. He watched as the hair fell across the young man’s right eye hiding it from his view, “I’m Ronan.”
“Kal,” Kal told him, “Care for a drink?”
“I don’t drink,” Ronan said looking at him with those mystical eyes.
“Really,” Kal asked, “Not even with a stud like me?”
“Not even with a stud like you,” Ronan said running a pale hand up Kal’s chest, “About my earlier question?”
“I don’t know why,” Kal said as he pulled Ronan over to the bar with him so he could get a drink.
Ronan just cocked an eyebrow at him which made him look even more beautiful. Kal simply smiled and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “What if I told you I think you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on and that I want to fuck you right here and now?”
Ronan smiled delightfully and Clark reached out with a golden hand to palm a pale cheek that felt like liquid silk and Ronan asked, “Do you like your shirt?”
Kal blinked, “What?”
“Do you like your shirt,” he asked again as he looked around, “If not, I’m going to rip it off of you.”
Kal smiled and took his hand in his own and made their way through the sweating, pulsing throng out into the empty street where the moon was full overhead. He led Ronan to an abandoned warehouse right across the street from the club where they would not be disturbed. Once inside Kal suddenly shoved Ronan up against a wall and devoured his lips.
Ronan was smiling to himself in deep satisfaction. This was going to be easier than he thought. The both of them ripped each other’s shirts off and let them fall to the floor at their feet. Ronan planted rough hard kisses along Kal’s sun kissed throat that made Kal hiss in pleasure. Ronan could feel Kal’s hardness and smirked. He was so going to send this arrogant young man out with a bang.
Roan raked his razor sharp nails down Kal’s broad smooth back only to frown when he did not feel blood against his fingers. Kal moaned as he moved to remove his pants for Ronan to stop him.
Kal looked at him with burning heat in his eyes that he fought to keep under control. The last thing he wanted to do was set the whole damn building on fire because he could not control his hormones. Ronan seductively smiled and Kal suddenly felt himself get lost in those magical turquoise eyes that were glowing like the moon on the surface of the ocean.
Ronan was whispering to him some strange language and by the gods his accent was sexier than hell dressed up in leather. Ronan smiled to himself as he brought his head up high over Kal’s neck. Glistening fangs that were as sharp as needles slid down and Ronan sank them into Kal’s neck only for him to hiss and push Kal away from him.
Kal stumbled back in confusion as to why Ronan stopped when he saw those glowing turquoise eyes and those sharp canines. Ronan saw those glowing red eyes and Kal was looking at his fangs that were now bared for the world to see. Ronan could not believe that his fangs could not penetrate this mortal’s neck, and in trying to do so hurt like hell.
The both of them backed away from each other as both shouted, “What the fuck are you?”
TBC…
Let me know if I should continue with this…
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.
Prologue
The lights were flashing all around him as the music pounded like thunder in his ears. He was enchanted and he knew it. It was as if he were caught in a silky spider’s web of magic and helpless to fight against its seductive grasp.
He watched as the beautiful seducer moved through the throng of sweaty dancers always just out of his reach. He would almost have him in his arms only for him to wisp away like mist when the light of the sun embraced it.
This beautiful man’s skin would put alabaster to shame and he loved how his garnet locks would move around his face as he moved to the beat of the music. He could never quite catch the young man’s eyes and it was really starting to frustrate him.
Kal blinked when the music suddenly stopped to look around to see that the tall beauty was gone just like mist over his once beloved home. He looked around in frustration only for the lights to dim and start flashing again as a new song started to play.
This would now make three times that this beautiful creature had eluded him. How was it possible for him to move like a shadow? He was the freak with the super alien powers after all.
Kal just let out a deep breath of frustration only for a set of strong pale arms to fold around his narrow waist. He was about to punch his fist through a bastards chest when he turned his head to the side to see garnet locks.
His breath left him when he felt the warm breath that smelled of night blooming jasmine tickle the back of his exposed neck. He closed his eyes and breathed in the intoxicating scent as the young man led the dance.
Kal suddenly spun around at super speed that caught the young man off guard to stare into vibrant turquoise eyes that were looking at him in astonishment.
“Hi,” Kal said as he wrapped his arms around the man to lead the dance now.
The young man smiled which revealed flawless pearly whites that made his whole being glow, “You’ve been pursuing me.”
Kal squinted at him, “Are you Irish?”
“What gave me away,” the young man asked as Kal turned him around to hold him the way he had been.
“The accent,” Kal said breathing in his scent, “It’s nice.”
“Really,” the young man asked slightly rubbing up against him which made Kal hiss as he asked, “Want me to read you a bedtime story?”
Kal laughed, “I didn’t get your name.”
The young man spun around with agile fluid grace that reminded Kal of a cat, “I didn’t give it.”
“Ouch,” Kal said in mock hurt as he pulled the young man closer who didn’t look a day over seventeen, “That was a little harsh.”
“You’ve been pursuing me ever since I started coming here,” he said and then asked as he twirled a lock of Kal’s dark hair around a pale finger, “Why?”
“I’ll answer your question,” Kal told him as he let him go, “When you tell me your name.”
The young man tilted his head to the side which made the lights play across his hair which enchanted Kal. He watched as the hair fell across the young man’s right eye hiding it from his view, “I’m Ronan.”
“Kal,” Kal told him, “Care for a drink?”
“I don’t drink,” Ronan said looking at him with those mystical eyes.
“Really,” Kal asked, “Not even with a stud like me?”
“Not even with a stud like you,” Ronan said running a pale hand up Kal’s chest, “About my earlier question?”
“I don’t know why,” Kal said as he pulled Ronan over to the bar with him so he could get a drink.
Ronan just cocked an eyebrow at him which made him look even more beautiful. Kal simply smiled and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “What if I told you I think you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on and that I want to fuck you right here and now?”
Ronan smiled delightfully and Clark reached out with a golden hand to palm a pale cheek that felt like liquid silk and Ronan asked, “Do you like your shirt?”
Kal blinked, “What?”
“Do you like your shirt,” he asked again as he looked around, “If not, I’m going to rip it off of you.”
Kal smiled and took his hand in his own and made their way through the sweating, pulsing throng out into the empty street where the moon was full overhead. He led Ronan to an abandoned warehouse right across the street from the club where they would not be disturbed. Once inside Kal suddenly shoved Ronan up against a wall and devoured his lips.
Ronan was smiling to himself in deep satisfaction. This was going to be easier than he thought. The both of them ripped each other’s shirts off and let them fall to the floor at their feet. Ronan planted rough hard kisses along Kal’s sun kissed throat that made Kal hiss in pleasure. Ronan could feel Kal’s hardness and smirked. He was so going to send this arrogant young man out with a bang.
Roan raked his razor sharp nails down Kal’s broad smooth back only to frown when he did not feel blood against his fingers. Kal moaned as he moved to remove his pants for Ronan to stop him.
Kal looked at him with burning heat in his eyes that he fought to keep under control. The last thing he wanted to do was set the whole damn building on fire because he could not control his hormones. Ronan seductively smiled and Kal suddenly felt himself get lost in those magical turquoise eyes that were glowing like the moon on the surface of the ocean.
Ronan was whispering to him some strange language and by the gods his accent was sexier than hell dressed up in leather. Ronan smiled to himself as he brought his head up high over Kal’s neck. Glistening fangs that were as sharp as needles slid down and Ronan sank them into Kal’s neck only for him to hiss and push Kal away from him.
Kal stumbled back in confusion as to why Ronan stopped when he saw those glowing turquoise eyes and those sharp canines. Ronan saw those glowing red eyes and Kal was looking at his fangs that were now bared for the world to see. Ronan could not believe that his fangs could not penetrate this mortal’s neck, and in trying to do so hurt like hell.
The both of them backed away from each other as both shouted, “What the fuck are you?”
TBC…
Let me know if I should continue with this…