[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Ryan and Clark did.

Under certain circumstances that Ryan did not expect, it was actually Clark who sent an invitation to Ryan.

Ryan refused, even though he really wanted to try it out with the big guy.

But he still refused.

Not for anything else, just because the current Clark is not normal.

What's even more ridiculous is that Clark didn't realize that there was anything wrong with him. His idea was simple, since Michael and him had been intimate several times, and they were considered lovers, why couldn't they do it.

So Clark, who was rejected by Ryan, was angry, and he grabbed Ryan's wings and fucked hard.

Ryan also discovered this time that the angel's wings would hurt so much when someone grabbed them vigorously, as if his soul was twisted into a ball. The pain made him tremble for a while and he couldn't react. The pain mixed with pleasure seemed to hit the soul .

It made Ryan both happy and hurt, how could the blond angel who had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time bear this.

Clark obviously discovered this too. He forced Ryan to submit by pinching Ryan's wings more than once.

The powerful, but not so powerful wings were injured in Clark's hands. They no longer stretched out comfortably under Clark's touch, but trembled endlessly.

Like now.

Ryan sat on the edge of the bed thinking about life, his fair body was covered with bruises, even the angel's healing power could not make those marks disappear on Ryan's body, which shows how much effort Superman has put in.

Several of his white wing feathers were reversed, and he was shrunken behind Ryan.

Clark's palm was stroking Ryan's wings, and the wings trembled under Clark's hand, and they couldn't be retracted because they were being touched all the time.

Clark asked suspiciously, "Are you scared? Michael."

Ryan glanced at Clark coldly and looked away. "Scared? To you?"

Ryan squeezed out a sarcastic sneer from his hoarse voice, and he looked back at Clark's face with a gentle smile. At this moment, he only felt that this face was as hypocritical as Lex's.

So what exactly did Lex do to Clark?make him like this.

Ryan had an arrogant and sarcastic smile on his face, a bit like Lucifer.

Ryan said in a casual and lazy voice: "You should know that I can crush you as easily as a bug."

His voice was extremely hoarse, completely different from his usual clear and cold voice, like the morning sun and snow water.

It doesn't sound good, like an owl.

Clark just found Ryan's voice extremely sexy, because it was him who caused Ryan's hoarse voice.

As soon as he heard this voice, Clark's mind was full of Ryan's appearance last night when he was in love.

Of course Clark knew that Ryan crushing him was like crushing an ant.

Since God is willing to hand over the Kingdom of Heaven to Michael, it naturally proves that Michael has the strength and talent to appease Heaven.

Michael can cut off the heads of countless demons with a single swing of his knife.

The aura that Michael showed at the auction that night also made Clark feel intimidated. It was the level suppression from the soul.

Although Ryan never released such a terrifying air pressure after that night, Clark would not ignore the dragon, he was not just a harmless rose.

Clark leaned forward and kissed Ryan's side face.

"But you can't do that, right?" Clark couldn't hide his smile. "Like at an auction."

Ryan didn't answer Clark's words. "I'm leaving here."

Hearing this, Clark, who was originally in a happy mood, immediately darkened.

"You can't leave here, Michael. Have you forgotten what I told you? Your appearance has been exposed, everyone wants to catch you, and your reward has reached tens of millions."

"They will take off your wings, your eyes, and shave off your bones. All the evidence that can prove that you are the commander of the angels, Michael, will be sold at the auction. Humans like this."

"That's why you won't let me leave the Fortress of Solitude?" Ryan glanced at Clark.

Clark carefully walked around the wings and wrapped his arms around Ryan's slender waist from the back. He rested his chin on Ryan's neck and admitted it very straightforwardly.

"Ah."

Of course it's not true, but if the right deception would cause Rose to stop his barbed speech, he'd be more than happy to do so.

Ryan's meeting with Lucifer and Lex gave Clark a sense of crisis, and he realized that so many people had noticed his rose.

He was clearly the one who should have had the most contact with Michael.

Ryan didn't continue to argue with Clark on this topic, he patted Clark's palm away, and retracted his mentally ill wings into his shoulder blades.

He turned to face Clark. Clark leaned on his upper body, and there were traces of Ryan's biting and scratching on his strong body, which made Ryan feel a little better.

There was a ruby ​​ring hanging around Clark's neck, and Ryan noticed it when he was doing it last night, because this ring would always hit Ryan's back when Clark lowered his body in and out.

He didn't remember the simple boy's habit of wearing accessories, except for the rustic black-rimmed glasses used to hide his identity.

Or, just because he had never seen Clark take off his clothes, the ring had been stuffed in Clark's clothes all the time.

Ryan reached for the ruby ​​ring on Clark's chest. "What's this?"

Clark avoided Ryan's hand, he stood up and walked to the bathroom, while calmly replying to Ryan. "It's nothing, a gadget, you don't have to be interested."

Ryan, who was rejected by Clark, narrowed his narrow eyes. He stared at Clark's back, his feathery eyelashes trembled, and he retracted his hand indifferently.

In fact, he had already woken up the system in his brain.

Ryan: System, what is that?

System: Searching.

System: red kryptonite, itself transformed from green kryptonite after being irradiated by red cosmic clouds, no longer has the function of making Superman weak and painful.Red kryptonite affects Superman's thinking, making him lose his sense of morality and become evil.

With a systematic explanation, Ryan immediately understood why Superman became like this.

The red kryptonite affected Clark and turned him into the evil that now deviates from his moral sense, and the good dog turned into a bad dog.

Clark in the past was extremely forbearing, but now Clark made no secret of his possessiveness and purpose for Ryan.

Ryan discovered that when Superman exerted violence on him, the energy flowed rapidly.

Well, apart from flipping him once in the coffee shop, Clark just pinched his wings, but since only wings can make angels feel severe pain, Ryan will tentatively include grabbing his wings vigorously as violence.

Through this time, Ryan felt that he might have noticed the... er, XP of the 'superior people'.

'They' seem to want to see themselves abused.

The energy was tinkling non-stop when Hannibal escaped before, and it was the same last night.

Ryan's expression became a little subtle, well, if this can increase energy, Ryan will be happy to do so, provoking Clark, rebelling against Clark, making Clark feel displeased and angry, and repaying him twice.

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When Clark came out of the bathroom, the angel was already dressed neatly, in a suit and leather shoes as always, and his blond hair that had grown to his waist because of divine power was neatly tied into a ponytail.

His expression was cold and distant, his golden, velvety eyebrows raised lightly, he looked proud and delicate, his neckline was buttoned to the highest point, revealing only half of his long and fair neck.

He was fixing his tie in front of the mirror, his fingers were long and well knuckled.

Clark narrowed his eyes, and Ryan wiped away all the traces he left last night.

Clark walked over to Ryan.

"You got rid of them." Clark said in a declarative tone, his voice low and slightly dangerous.

Leon paused, staring at the reflection of the two in the mirror.

Clark, who was half a head taller than him, lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes blocked his eyes, making Ryan unable to see his emotions clearly. He could only see from Clark's tightly pursed lips that he was not happy.

"Well. I don't like people seeing any marks on my body." Ryan replied casually, and stood aside slightly away from Clark, and he hung his drooping forehead hair behind his ears.

Clark, who noticed Ryan's movements, cast a shadow in his eyes, and he asked calmly, "Are you going out?"

Clark: "I thought we'd already talked about that."

Ryan glanced at Clark, his voice hoarse and alienated. "But I don't agree, Clark Kent. I don't think you have the talent to manage angels, as a human being."

Ryan's attitude of "no entry to strangers" is very similar to when they first met.

Clark still remembered that in that beautiful cage, the six-winged archangel was tied behind his back and forced to reveal his soft side. The only sharp thorn that could stand up was the unforgiving mouth——

Maybe he should get a cage too?If that would put Michael in peace.

But Clark was indeed angry because of Ryan's words, and that kind of anger made him laugh out loud, and then spoke rudely to Ryan.

He knew that Michael hated any profane words, glances and actions towards him.

Oh, he kissed Clark, slept with Clark, and it was just a reward for his followers—

Ryan's eyes always told Clark that.

Maybe another person would do.

Clark laughed out loud, and said somewhat ambiguously: "If you mean the one I think, then I do have the talent to manage angels, because I was 'managing' you last night."

He knew that such words would make this arrogant and beautiful angel angry.

Ryan squinted his eyes, and those golden eyes that had settled down became brighter, and the Kryptonian product wailed under the terrifying divine power, but this divine power failed to shake Clark a bit.

"If you don't want me to tear down your beautiful fortress of loneliness into blocks, get out of the way."

"I refuse." Clark said with a smile, there was a little red light in his eyes, but there was no warmth in his smile.

Ryan let out a chuckle, and didn't speak any more. He quickly spread his wings, and three pairs of softly glowing wings were fully spread behind Ryan, much bigger than Ryan.

With a wave of his hand, a flaming red cross sword appeared in his hand. Its color was extremely dazzling, which showed how angry its owner was at the moment.

He might not be able to hurt Clark, but he could easily tear the Fortress of Solitude in two.

Clark hardly gave Ryan any time, he knew that Ryan couldn't hurt him, and the only thing Ryan could do was break the fortress of loneliness and escape from here.

If you want to prevent Ryan from destroying the Fortress of Solitude and leaving, then——