Blood Never Looked So Beautiful. (Smallville. Clark Kent/Oliver Queen.)
Title: Blood Never Looked So Beautiful.
Fandom: Smallville.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Clark/Oliver; Kal/Oliver.
Rating: R (for safety).
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Blood play?, hinted character death, non-explicit non-con(rape).
Author Notes: O.O I swear I get the weirdest ideas whenever I’m in the shower as seen from this. It really came out of nowhere…I just hope it came out okay. It hurt to write this ;-;…but I liked how it came out.
For: 100_tales, Prompt: 13. Red. [ Table]
Blood Never Looked So Beautiful.
The crimson liquid covered the floor, leaving a trail that followed the green clad body dragging itself away. A figure from behind chuckled darkly, stepping in the blood after the man.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the green clad figure stilled, exhausted from the blood loss. His pursuer chuckled, “Finally giving up Queen?”
Oliver Queen turned to his attacker, a look of defiance on his face. “Never,” he defied hoarsely.
The man smiled and kicked out with his right leg effectively hitting his mark, the wounded man’s bleeding shoulder. Oliver cried out in pain, his eyes screwing shut as he was pushed onto his back. The blonde laid still, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to get away, somehow and some way he just needed to find a way to escape. The wounds he had received in his shoulder, thigh and side were making everything near impossible.
“Oh I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” A hand reached out, “Tell Clarky where it hurts.”
The blonde coughed, a spray of blood coming from his mouth, “You’re not Clark. Nor will you ever be…Kal.”
The dark haired man smirked casting a short glance at the red stone on his ring, “Maybe not, Clark always did have a soft spot for your pitiful race.” Kal tinted his head, looking over the wounded man, “He especially had soft spot for you.”
Oliver protested as Kal gripped onto the green leather of his vest. The dark haired man clicked his tongue and effortlessly tore the leather from his body, another scream of pain tumbling from the blondes’ lips as the action aggravated his wounded shoulder and side. Kal nodded appreciatively at the man.
“Red’s a good color on your Queen.” Kal smirked, straddling the blonde’s waist as his fingers dripped into the blood pooling around Oliver’s body. Kal’s lips curled in a sadistic manner as he trailed his bloodied fingers down the pale flesh of the green hero. Oliver tried to protest, tried to push the other man off but couldn’t. Spots invaded his vision and Oliver blinked to try and rid himself of them. With each passing second his sight grew more and more blurry. It was only a matter of time before the darkness claimed him. Oliver could just make his leather pant being slide down his legs. There was a slight pause before he felt the invasion of the other man’s manhood slip into him. Oliver screamed both from the invasion and the pain the man’s actions caused to his wounds.
Kal continued to ravish the blonde, his hands slipping around his pale throat. The dark haired man leaned forward, “Don’t worry I’ll make this quick,” licking one side of blonde’s face, his grip tightened. Oliver’s attempts to scream just barely drowning out the sound of Kal’s laughter.
- X -
“No!” Clark screamed, seating upright looking around the room frantically for some dark looming figure. Taking in large gulps of air, the dark haired man tried to calm his racing his heart. A shaky hand pushed through his dark locks, “It was just a dream. All just a dream.”
The body beside him shifted, turning to face him, “What was all a dream?” the man mumbled groggily.
Clark’s attention snapped to the waking blonde, only to happy to see no blood in sight. Sighing in relief, he reached out to his lover for reassurance that he was real, “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep.”
Oliver nuzzled the pillow, “Uh-huh, whatever you say Boy Scout.”
With a trained ear the kryptonian easily caught his lover’s change in breathing, the blond already drifting off to sleep. Clark leaned forward and placed a kiss to his lover’s temple, reassuring himself once more that his dream would never come true as he slipped an arm around Oliver’s waist and drew him closer.
End.
Fandom: Smallville.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Clark/Oliver; Kal/Oliver.
Rating: R (for safety).
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): Blood play?, hinted character death, non-explicit non-con(rape).
Author Notes: O.O I swear I get the weirdest ideas whenever I’m in the shower as seen from this. It really came out of nowhere…I just hope it came out okay. It hurt to write this ;-;…but I liked how it came out.
For: 100_tales, Prompt: 13. Red. [ Table]
Blood Never Looked So Beautiful.
The crimson liquid covered the floor, leaving a trail that followed the green clad body dragging itself away. A figure from behind chuckled darkly, stepping in the blood after the man.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the green clad figure stilled, exhausted from the blood loss. His pursuer chuckled, “Finally giving up Queen?”
Oliver Queen turned to his attacker, a look of defiance on his face. “Never,” he defied hoarsely.
The man smiled and kicked out with his right leg effectively hitting his mark, the wounded man’s bleeding shoulder. Oliver cried out in pain, his eyes screwing shut as he was pushed onto his back. The blonde laid still, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to get away, somehow and some way he just needed to find a way to escape. The wounds he had received in his shoulder, thigh and side were making everything near impossible.
“Oh I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” A hand reached out, “Tell Clarky where it hurts.”
The blonde coughed, a spray of blood coming from his mouth, “You’re not Clark. Nor will you ever be…Kal.”
The dark haired man smirked casting a short glance at the red stone on his ring, “Maybe not, Clark always did have a soft spot for your pitiful race.” Kal tinted his head, looking over the wounded man, “He especially had soft spot for you.”
Oliver protested as Kal gripped onto the green leather of his vest. The dark haired man clicked his tongue and effortlessly tore the leather from his body, another scream of pain tumbling from the blondes’ lips as the action aggravated his wounded shoulder and side. Kal nodded appreciatively at the man.
“Red’s a good color on your Queen.” Kal smirked, straddling the blonde’s waist as his fingers dripped into the blood pooling around Oliver’s body. Kal’s lips curled in a sadistic manner as he trailed his bloodied fingers down the pale flesh of the green hero. Oliver tried to protest, tried to push the other man off but couldn’t. Spots invaded his vision and Oliver blinked to try and rid himself of them. With each passing second his sight grew more and more blurry. It was only a matter of time before the darkness claimed him. Oliver could just make his leather pant being slide down his legs. There was a slight pause before he felt the invasion of the other man’s manhood slip into him. Oliver screamed both from the invasion and the pain the man’s actions caused to his wounds.
Kal continued to ravish the blonde, his hands slipping around his pale throat. The dark haired man leaned forward, “Don’t worry I’ll make this quick,” licking one side of blonde’s face, his grip tightened. Oliver’s attempts to scream just barely drowning out the sound of Kal’s laughter.
- X -
“No!” Clark screamed, seating upright looking around the room frantically for some dark looming figure. Taking in large gulps of air, the dark haired man tried to calm his racing his heart. A shaky hand pushed through his dark locks, “It was just a dream. All just a dream.”
The body beside him shifted, turning to face him, “What was all a dream?” the man mumbled groggily.
Clark’s attention snapped to the waking blonde, only to happy to see no blood in sight. Sighing in relief, he reached out to his lover for reassurance that he was real, “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep.”
Oliver nuzzled the pillow, “Uh-huh, whatever you say Boy Scout.”
With a trained ear the kryptonian easily caught his lover’s change in breathing, the blond already drifting off to sleep. Clark leaned forward and placed a kiss to his lover’s temple, reassuring himself once more that his dream would never come true as he slipped an arm around Oliver’s waist and drew him closer.
End.