Saving Clark Kent (Clark/Dean)

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Title: Saving Clark Kent
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Clark Kent/Dean Winchester
Summary: Clark walks into a trap that is set for him. Luckily there is a Hunter nearby who looks VERY familiar to him.
Type: Special Thank You Fic for roxymissrose for getting me on DW. Thank you hon! Crossover, slash.
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural.

Clark doesn't remember why he had come here.

Was it because of Lex? Had he abducted another one of his friends from the Justice League?

Still, he should have known better than to just superspeed into town without thinking.

Yeah, right.

How was he supposed to know he would encounter a pentagram buried into the earth that was laced with Green Kryptonite?

He was just walking around the area when suddenly these green bits started to light up on the ground, creating a line until he recognized the pattern.

The moment the pentagram was fully formed, he yelled out in pain as he fell onto the ground, his body afire with the radiation of his only weakness. The Kryptonian could not stop writhing on the ground. Each time he tried to get up again, the pain got more and more intense.

"LEX!! I'll get you for this!!" Clark managed to yell out, but very weakly.

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Dean Winchester was surprisingly on a hunt of his own and not with his brother Sam.

No, mister Stanford wanted a day off. Well, fine then.

Never in his life had big brother Dean asked for a day off, so he had been really surprised that his brother would just behave like that.

And so Sam Winchester had gotten his way.

Dean parked his Impala at a parking lot, caressing the fine leather of his baby. "Gotta love the non-whining of Jerky Sammy about the music, right, sweetheart?" he asked the car as he kissed the dashboard. "Nothing but us, ohh yeah, that's the life."

Then he heard the curse. "LEX!! I'll get you for this!!"

Intrigued, he got out of his car and ran over towards the disturbance.

"SON OF A..." Dean gasped when he saw what was happening.

Clark managed to turn onto his stomach as he tried to face the source of that voice.

Pain was visible on every part of his body. Luckily he was still clothed or the green veins on his skin would have been visible too.

"Jason... Teague?!" Clark asked weakly.

Dean Winchester raised an eyebrow.

What do you know? The guy can speak, he thought.

"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell, pal." Dean said as he walked forward.

"H...Help... M...Me..." Clark whispered.

Dean just pulled Clark up from the ground, but the Kryptonian sagged against his body.

"Take me far away from the pentagram." Clark whispered, face contorted in pain.

"You got it boss," Dean said. Wow, bossy much?

He held Clark in his arms and ran a few feet away from the supernatural mark.

When they were far away enough, the pentagram had disappeared as if it hadn't even been there.

"Thank you." Clark said in a louder voice than he had before. "Um, you can let go now."

"Right." Dean said, taking his arms from the man as he looked him up and down. There didn't seem to be any wounds anymore.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked him, his facial expression changing into shock as the man actually pulled his own shirt up to check for wounds.

An intense feeling of wanting attacked the Winchester right then and there and the thought of how it would feel like with that body against his.

True, he loved his brother more than he should, but damn, could YOU resist if a hunk like that pulled his shirt up in front of you like that?

"I'm fine." Clark said and the next moment Dean's body was against his, his savior's hands around his body and his mouth coming closer to his own.

"Jason..." he began... but 'Jason' kissed him.

"My name isn't Jason, it's Dean Winchester." Dean said with a growl after he had pulled his lips from Clark's, his hands squeezing Clark's ass.

And a firm ass too, Dean thought as the need to have this guy intensified. Yeah, sometimes he went for the chicks, but other times he was a sucker for men. Men who looked as hot as this one.

Clark yelped when he felt Dean's hands squeeze his ass cheeks.

"I'm sorry, you just remind me so much of him."

"What's your name, stranger?" Dean asked him.

"Clark Kent."

Dean Winchester shook his head. "Nope, doesn't ring a bell." Then he kissed him again, but harder this time, his tongue sliding into Clark's mouth and rubbing that tongue with his.

"Mmm..." Clark moaned, surprising himself. Oh no, I am actually liking it! Could I be gay? Clark wondered.

Clark broke out of Dean's grip and was ready to go look for the missing Justice League member, when Dean spoke to him again.

"Aww fuck, do you have to leave so soon?"

He turned around to look at Dean. "I'm sorry, I just... I'm not..." Clark stammered.

"Yet you moaned when I slid my tongue over yours." Dean pointed out with a grin.

"Yeah, I know I did, but..." Clark started.

"I will be your first?" Dean quipped.

Clark intensely blushed, ashamed. And nodded, keeping his lips shut tight.

"Cool." Dean said, kissing him again as his hands went to Clark's fly.

"D... Do you have a car? I just d...d...don't... want anyone to see us."

"Oh no, I'm not gonna get any cum on my baby's leather!" Dean bristled.

Clark blushed fiercely. "Your baby?! You call your car your baby?" 

"Yeah, got a problem with that, Kent?" Dean asked as his hands unzipped Clark's fly after having realized that they just stayed there on that piece of fabric all that time.

"No, I'm sorry, Dean. I just... well, I... uhm, oh god..." Clark moaned when Dean pulled down his briefs and got a full view of his cock.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed.

His cock was perfect, just absolutely perfect.

Instantly Dean dropped his own pants and boxers.

Emotions whirled around him, did he want to be rough on Clark or gentle? Did he want his own mouth around Clark's cock or did he want to feel Clark's mouth and tongue around his own cock?

He wanted to take him home to the latest choice of hotel room and have his way with him from now until ten ways to Sunday.

Instead he just wrapped his arms around Clark again and kissed him hard, his own cock rubbing up against Clark's.

"Mmmm!" Clark moaned.

"You probably never went down on anyone before, right?" Dean whispered against his lips as he wrapped his hand around both cocks and gently stroked them between thumb, fore finger and middlefinger.

"DEAN!!!" Clark cried out, pushing his cock against that finger of his savior.

"God, it feels so good." Clark whispered hornily. "And uhm, no... well, my girlfriend, but never a guy."

That hand of his was gone and cupped Clark's cheek.

"Let me be the first to give you a male blowjob then."

Again those cheeks of Clark Kent flamed up.

Fuck, he's just so fucking cute when he flames up like that! Dean thought as he lowered onto his knees.

He couldn't help but look up with puppy dog eyes at Clark.

"Go..." Clark swallowed back a lump in his throat. "Go ahead, Dean. I want to experience what it feels like."

Dean kissed the head of Clark's cock which made Clark moan, and then slid his mouth around that big thick cock of his new friend.

"Ohhh god, ohhhhh Rao!" Clark moaned.

Rao, who the fuck is Rao? He'd better not be his boyfriend! Cuz hey, who calls their girlfriend Rao? Yeah, headcheck right there.

Dean placed one hand around Clark's cock as he continued to suck him off.

Fuck, it should actually be the other way around, dammit! Ohhh Dean, thank you for saving me, Dean! What can I do to repay you? Well, you can suck my big dick, Clark! But nooo, Dean thought as he rolled his eyes while doing the deed.

He started sucking faster and faster, and to his surprise Clark started to push back and forth.

"Ohhhhh fuck yes.... Dean I'm coming! I'm so close it is not even funny! Let me give you all of my cum!" Clark groaned.

Dean pulled his mouth off his cock and smirked. "I'd want nothing more, baby."

Baby?! I thought his car was his baby? Clark thought, when he felt Dean's mouth around his cock again.

It only lasted a couple of sucks and thrusts until Clark shouted out his release.

"Ohhhh fuck, that was great!" Clark exclaimed after Dean had milked him of all his cum.

"God, your cock sure is something." Dean said as he pulled up his pants and gave Clark a card.

"Dean and Sam Winchester?" Clark asked.

"Yeah, my little brother wanted a day off today though. And my number, in case you want to... hehehe." he said, winking more than once.

This time Clark wrapped his arms around Dean and kissed him hard and deeply.

"I will, Dean. I sure will."

Son of a bitch! He'd wait forever until he would see Clark Kent again while he now watched him leave. Then he could finally be the one who had those perfect cocksucking lips of Clark Kent around his big dick.

 "Yeah, baby, another satisfied customer saved from supernatural shit." Dean told his Impala as he drove back home to their hotel where they were staying.

The End.