AN: In which Harry meets an alien. (Harry/Clark, Smallville)

"Excuse me."

The witches continued to talk over him and Harry looked between them, trying to catch their attention. The young man in the center of the field continued to writhe on the ground, sweat pouring over his skin. He was hot, in an American high school football player way, all American and attractive. Harry was only a year or two older than him, 18 and a year out of the war.

The moon and stars shone down on them, lighting up the witch circle that Harry was in, tied to a pole in the center.

"EXCUSE ME!"

Harry knew full well he could get out of this… situation, whatever it was. He just wasn't too sure what was going on.

The three women in the circle were bickering, power wild and untrained, uncontained as it flew around the clearing. It was unfamiliar power but certainly not… dangerous to him, but it was doing something to the teenager.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Be quiet, warlock. We're trying to find the stones," the blonde haired woman finally said, turning to him and then turning back to the young man. "He knows where they are."

"Looks like you're torturing him, is what. Torturing or…" Harry trailed off, his eyes widening when the young man's pants tented in obvious arousal. "Are you guys… Is this even a spell? A… love spell? What in Merlin's name is going on?"

"How dare you interrupt us. We were just-"

"You summoned me!" Harry retorted, flicking his fingers up and drawing on his magic. He stepped away from the pole, hearing the ropes drop to the ground with a light thump. "The fuck are you doing to the guy? The All American quarterback, which by the way, I have no idea what that means in American football."

The women stared at him then gestured to the young man. "Get him to tell us where the stones are."

Harry blinked, looked at the young man on the ground, and then back at the women. They seemed as young as the man on the ground was. "How long have you been witches?"

"Longer than you have, man."

"Hmmm. You're not immortal. You all look like a young woman in high school," Harry said, walking over to the man and stopping, peering down at him. The young man's blue eyes were bright with pain and… arousal, pupils dilated.

"These are just vessels for us," the blonde said. "He has the information we need."

"So… " Harry trailed off, casting a diagnostic charm on the man and kneeling. He watched as the boy followed his every movement. He noted the high temperature and drew his wand, drawing it through a complicated spell movement while whispering an incantation under his breath.

"What? Stop!"

"He's burning up! Among other things," Harry muttered before whispering out the spell to cancel all others. "Finite incantatem."

Energy flowed throughout the clearing, a slight breeze wound its' way through the corn stalks. The young man breathed out a huge sigh of relief, his body relaxing, but not all the way. His cock was still hard, apparently not a product of the magic. Though… Harry had seen a lot of different spells, charms, hexes and everything else. For all he knew, there was a spell that produced… arousal.

The witches screamed and their power disappeared while Harry turned to the young man. A few seconds later, three bodies flopped to the ground, the witches gone from their hosts and the women left were unconscious.

Clark stared up at the young man in front of him, his heart racing and his breath shallow and fast. He was still hard within his jeans, the witches power still charging through his body. He could hear the wind blowing through the clearing and the cars on the road a mile or two away. He could hear the young man's heart beating rapidly before slowing after a minute or two.

Thankfully, he wasn't naked. The witches had progressed that far in their plans, whatever they were. As it was, he felt like taking his shirt off and using it to hide his arousal. It still wasn't going down, even after the guy did whatever he did to stop the women.

"Who…"

"Harry. The fuck happened here?"

Clark blinked at the guy's English accent, liking how it sounded in the quiet clearing. He felt like the world was spinning, like how it felt when he was running. He focused on the guy's heartbeat to calm down, the thump-thump-thump slowly becoming the main thing in his hearing range. "I'm Clark. I… don't… Nothing happened here. Are my friends okay?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, his green eyes almost glowing in the moonlight.

"They're unconscious," Harry offered, shrugging. "I can't sense anything amiss right now."

The strange looking scar on his forehead drew Clark's gaze in, the raised skin forking outward like lightning. His black hair came down to his chin, strands flying every which way in the breeze.

"Uh-huh. I know magic when I see it," Harry remarked, crossing his arms. "I am a wizard after all… You need help with them?"

Harry then pointedly glanced down to Clark's waist and winked at him. "Or I could help with that. I'm not too picky."

Clark felt his cheeks redden and his heart stopped a for two seconds then restarted. He slowly sat up and dropped his hands over his waist, hoping to hide his erection until it went down. And hopefully, as he ran through thoughts to will it down, it would go down. "Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks. Wait… did you say wizard?"

"Those girls summoned me for something after all," Harry offered, sitting down to face him as Clark stared at him. "Something about a ritual that needed extra power. Seriously, you going to do something about that? It's a little distracting."

Clark spluttered and glared at him before sighing and glancing down at his traitorous cock. No matter what he thought about, it wasn't going down. "I can deal with it. Did you… Are you really a wizard?"

"Yeah? I was born a wizard." Harry shrugged and turned to look back at the girls. He turned back to Clark in the next second. "They mean something to you?"

"They're friends. They were just… possessed."

"Possessed by ancient witches. That is something I haven't seen before," Harry offered, his lips twitching up into an idle grin. "Though I have been possessed so I know the feeling, brief as it was for me."

Clark stared at him and Harry grinned.

"You're…"

"I'm not lying about being a wizard," Harry replied, nodding. "It's a thing. Now, if you don't need anymore help, I'll be going on back to my home dimension."

Clark watched as Harry stood up and stretched, cracking a few muscles as he moved. He pondered running home and staying in the barn until his erection faded but shook his head at the thought. He might run into his parents and that… that would scar them and Clark for life. "Wait."

Harry peered down at him, raised an expectant eyebrow.

It wasn't like he hadn't thought about being with another boy. He had occasionally glanced at Whitney back before everything had happened. And Harry had offered to help. His heartbeat was faster than it had been a minute ago and Clark could see "Is there a kind of… spell that can trigger… this?"

Harry stared at him as he gestured downward. "I haven't heard of one but then again, I'm not from around here. And there's no other magic than mine here right now. I suspect it's residual from whatever the witches did. I assume… all it would take to go down is to…"

"Have sex."

Harry blinked at him, his lips twitching up into a small grin. "I was just going to say a handjob but whatever works for you. Besides, how old are you anyway?"

"I'm 17. You?"

"18."

Clark studied the young man in front of him, taking in Harry's unassuming posture and the easy way that he had stopped whatever the witches were doing. "I… You can't tell anyone about the witches or about me."

"Hey, whatever happens in the…" Harry trailed off, looked around at the cornfield that stretched around them. "Whatever happens in the cornfield, stays in the cornfield. Where are we anyway?"

Clark snorted. "Smallville's not all cornfields, you know."

"Smallville?"

"Kansas."

"Huh." Harry's eyes narrowed in thought. "I was just in London a few minutes ago in my home dimension. Those witches must have been desperate for information from you. Or this was an accident. It's me so it was probably an accident."

"You… get summoned a lot?" Clark questioned, his eyes widening.

"No? It's just… Shit's happened to me and now I just roll with it," Harry replied, sitting down again and creeping over towards him. He stopped just before Clark's feet and gestured to his cock. "So…"

"Better than going back to my parent's house with it," Clark muttered, watching as Harry crept closer and hovered over him. Harry reached out a hand and laid it on his knee, his eyes questioning. Clark stared at him then finally nodded, his hands shaky as they moved to undo his jeans. He looked on as Harry shuffled closer, his hand moving to Clark's waist.

Harry muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like Latin. The touch of cold, wet fingers on his cock was a shock to him, his heart skipping a beat and then racing. Harry's eyes caught his as his fingers moved and he was entranced, sweat forming on his forehead and his cock arching up into Harry's fist.

He heard a whining sound and he distantly realized it was him as Harry's fingers moved, danced lightly across his skin. Pleasure built up in the base of his spine and he dug his fingers into the dirt beneath him, gouging the earth with his nails. As Harry moved, squeezing lightly, his release echoed throughout him.

When he came back to himself, Harry was sitting next to him, letting Clark lean his head onto his shoulder.

"Are you… I don't know… a werewolf?" Harry finally questioned, gesturing to the marks that Clark left in the dirt. "Because that kind of strength…"

"Werewolf?"

"My godfather's husband was a werewolf. Nice guy really but for once a month."

"Uh… no, I'm not a werewolf. Would you mind forgetting that?" Clark asked quietly. "My parents would kill me if I let a stranger in on my… secret."

"Sure. Well, it's been nice," Harry remarked, grinning as Clark pulled back and looked at him. "I should get going though."

Clark nodded, yawning and stretching. "I… I'm an alien."

"You know American football is the weirdest thing that I've seen- Pardon?"

"I'm an alien."

Harry blinked. "Well… I did not see that one coming."