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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,070
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Nine
Black Leather and Claws
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville, Batman Returns, or Catwoman…even though I really wish I did. I would be one extremely rich bitch.
Summary: Jason is one pissed off pussycat and Lex doesn’t know what to do. This is going to have male/male parings…so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. It really is that simple, I promise you. There will also be some foul language just because I do so enjoy using it. XOVER, OC, MM, LANGUAGE.
Chapter Nine
Isobel slowly opened her violet eyes only to moan at how bright the damn light was above her. She felt weak, helpless, and was too damn fucked up to move. All she had strength to do was blink her eyes and that was about it. Her body felt so damn heavy and it was distracting. She was going to kill a little fucker the first chance she gets just to make herself feel better.
“I see that you are awake, my dear,” that bald bastard’s voice said from somewhere in the room. She was too tired and too disoriented to look for him.
“How does it feel to be so helpless, Countess,” Lex asked with a smooth vindictive voice.
“I’m going to kill you, Alexander,” Isobel whispered and turned her head to the side with a groan, “I’m going to wear your intestines like Lana would pretty pearls. I’m going to wear your balls like she would those silly earrings that Clark got her.”
“Oh, graphic,” Lex said in his best stereotypical gay voice ever, “I’m simply trembling in my Gucci.”
“You’re going to die, Alexander,” Isobel chuckled weakly and yet insanely, “You’re so going to fucking die.”
“We all die,” Lex laughed, “I’m just no in the ‘we.”
Isobel opened her eyes and he saw that amethyst fire burning around those solid black pupils. A dark smile crossed her face and she was taken from the waking world once more.
“Damn it,” Lex hissed as he touched his nose, “First that damn cat, and now she’s giving me lip again.”
He was so fucking pissed. Who the fuck was that damn pussy? He really had Superman on his knees. That was for damn sure.
He looked at all the needles and tubes sticking in Isobel’s small frame and chuckled. At least something was going right. Soon, the Dark Countess would be under his complete and total control.
HERE----------KITTY----------KITTY-------KITTY--------HERE--------BOY
Clark was floating upside down while sitting Indian style in his living room. He just kept looking at the phone, willing it to ring with his super alien mind powers.
That pussy cat had really gotten to him the other night. The damn cat had him so fucking hot and bothered that he had creamed the front of his super suit. He blushed at the memory of having to scrub out the stain his alien seed had made..
Madkat had licked his lips under the mistletoe after kicking his ass of steel all over that Santa’s rooftop. That crazy cat really was too much. How was he going to stop him? He didn’t know. He sure had something against Luthor though. That was for damn sure. He wondered what it could be. Whatever it was, it had to be big.
He yelped and fell flat on his head when the phone rang. He rolled over onto his stomach and just laid there as it rang. In a quick whoosh he had it in his hand. He was so thankful that nobody saw him do that. How on earth would he explain that dent to company? He could always use another rug. One could never have too many rugs. He quickly said ‘hello’ before he forgot that he was on the phone. It was Chloe. He was so disappointed. What the hell did her nosy ass want?
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Jason could not tear his luminous green eyes away from his computer screen. What in the hell had he unearthed? It appeared to be some kind of complex ritual to bind the will of many. Was this why he had been tossed out that window? Was Luthor into witchcraft?
The ritual called for the still beating heart of a virgin and the rest was not translated all the way. He had no idea how to read Latin. But, maybe he could find someone who could.
He looked it over some more and remembered that file he had found in Lex’s office the night that bastard had pushed him from that window. It had to do with unleashing a super strand of AIDS onto the population. He had been unable to get a real good look at it. Lex had probably moved the file or destroyed it. What the fuck was he up too?
He was going to try and use some kind of spell to bind the will of people and unleash an epidemic that would very quickly become a pandemic.
He pushed away from the computer with a hiss. Endymion was curled up at his feet and he decided that it was time for some milk. Pussy had to go and meet someone who never really grew out of the ‘primary’ stage of fashion. God, Super was so hot.
JUMP-ROPING-THROUGH-THE-STORE-IN-SKIN-TIGHT-LEATHER-BOOTS
“What do you mean you saw Lana,” Clark asked as he looked in Chloe’s bathroom mirror with his x-ray vision.
“She was there, Clark,” Chloe said as she wrapped her arms around herself, “Reaching out for me.”
“Are you sure you were not daydreaming,” Clark asked as he poked at it.
“I’m sure,” she said and touched his shoulder, “Her eyes were violet, Clark.”
He stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at her with serious green eyes, “Violet?”
“She looked so pale,” she said, “And she needed help.”
Could it be Isobel? No, that was impossible. She had been banished when Lana had stabbed that Genevieve woman with the element. There was no way her evil spirit could still be lingering…was there? He had not seen Lana in years. Was something wrong?
“Did she say anything,” Clark asked.
“No,” Chloe said shaking her head, “She just reached out for me with the body language one would have if they needed help.”
Clark looked back at the mirror, “Lana?”
All of a sudden he heard a voice shout, “Superman!”
“Someone else needs me, Chloe,” he said turning around to look at her, “Call Jimmy.”
“He’s already on his way,” she smiled, “We’re having a movie night.”
“Okay,” Clark said and quickly raced out the window.
Chloe shook her head when she heard the sound barrier being broken, “I’ll never get tired of hearing that sound.”
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“You’re starting to become a real claw in my side,” Clark said as he gazed down at Madkat who was looking like Sex all dressed up in skin tight leather. He should not be allowed to leave his house looking so fucking fuckable.
“Is that any way to say hello to the pussy whose heart you’ve captured in those big strong hands of yours,” Jason purred as he crouched down and Clark shivered at the sexy noise the fine leather made as he did so, “I just wanted to see you again.”
“I do have other things to do,” Clark said as he floated a little closer but did not dare go further, “What do you want?’
Jason looked up at him and moved his hands down his own body in a very provocative manner that made Clark’s face start to turn red. That really made him smile.
“Well,” Clark asked as he fought his hormones.
“Luthor is up to something,” Jason said and held out a CD he had copied in his frightening claws, “It has to do with black magic and a deadly virus.”
Clark’s eyes widened and he asked, “Magic?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jason said and shook the CD at him as if it were candy, “The darkest of the dark, Super.”
“Great,” Clark said as he floated down and took the CD in his hand, “Now I have a Lord Voldemort wannabe to deal with.”
Jason snorted, “Tom Riddle is much cuter than that bald rat.”
Clark cocked a brow but shook his head. He so did not want to argue about who was hot in Harry Potter. He was such a Cedric and Harry fan. He was such a sucker for love doomed at the beginning…kind of like his life.
“Is this why you attacked him,” Clark asked, “Why are you helping me?”
“Yes,” Jason said and the smiled dreamily, “And you know the answer to that, Super.”
Clark floated up and back when the cat swiped at him with those claws and saw that he almost looked apologetic for doing so.
“Reflex,” Jason purred, “You’re just so shiny.”
“I really should throw your tail in jail,” Clark said as he looked at the disk with his x-ray vision to see that there was nothing suspicious about it, “And I will if this gives my computer a virus.”
“No virus,” Jason giggled and walked over to the edge where he was floating a few feet out over the city with his cape fluttering behind him, “But you can lock me up and throw away the key anytime…just as long as you promise to kiss me through the bars.”
Clark didn’t know what to think or do. Was this guy for real?
Well, he did lick you…and you did cream yourself.
“What’s the matter,” Jason purred as he sat down on the ledge to dangle his feet over the city below, “Cat got your tongue?”
Clark narrowed his eyes, “Why do you hate Luthor?”
Jason frowned, “He took my life from me.”
Clark’s face softened, “I’m sorry.”
“Eh,” Jason said and waved Superman’s wrong interpretation away, “I got back up.”
“But didn’t move on,” Clark whispered.
“Unfinished business,” Jason said and jumped to his feet. He did not like where this conversation was going. This was not about him, goddamn it!
“He is a very bad person,” Clark said, “But killing…it’s not the answer.”
“Don’t say that,” Jason hissed and did a flip backwards to land on his heels, “He deserves to die for what he did to me!”
Clark floated closer, “He’s hurt me, too.”
“You could kill him before he even gets the chance to blink,” Jason said as he stepped closer, “Why not get rid of him?”
“It is not my place to judge the crimes of others,” Clark said.
“The world would be a safer place without him in it,” Jason said, “Just looking at that file will tell you that I’m right.”
Clark looked at it, “What do you mean?”
“He plans on using a spell to bind the will of the people and unleash a new strain of AIDS that was created from a mixture of magic and science,” Jason said, “And he obviously has a cure…that’s where the money comes in.”
Clark could not believe this. He knew that Lex was skipping down the dark side, but this was…evil.
“And he will need the still beating heart of a virgin sacrifice,” Jason said, “So he’s already going to commit murder.”
Could Lex be using Isobel? Now it all makes sense. Chloe really did see her in the mirror. She must not want to go through with this. She wants their help.
“Luthor makes me look sane,” Jason said and then giggled as he held his hands up in front of Clark, “Sparkles.”
“Right,” Clark said and floated back.
“How about a kiss,” Jason asked in a husky voice that promised blissful pleasures in the dark, “Before you fly off into the night to plan your battle against the Bald Lord of Darkness?”
Clark bit his bottom lip. He was seeing Jason. Would this be cheating? They were not officially boyfriends. They only had one date…and an almost kiss.
“Sorry,” Clark said and floated up higher, “I don’t fall for villains.”
Jason watched him fly off into the night and smirked.
“Oh, you’re falling alright…you’ve just not hit the ground at my feet yet, Super.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think…
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville, Batman Returns, or Catwoman…even though I really wish I did. I would be one extremely rich bitch.
Summary: Jason is one pissed off pussycat and Lex doesn’t know what to do. This is going to have male/male parings…so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. It really is that simple, I promise you. There will also be some foul language just because I do so enjoy using it. XOVER, OC, MM, LANGUAGE.
Chapter Nine
Isobel slowly opened her violet eyes only to moan at how bright the damn light was above her. She felt weak, helpless, and was too damn fucked up to move. All she had strength to do was blink her eyes and that was about it. Her body felt so damn heavy and it was distracting. She was going to kill a little fucker the first chance she gets just to make herself feel better.
“I see that you are awake, my dear,” that bald bastard’s voice said from somewhere in the room. She was too tired and too disoriented to look for him.
“How does it feel to be so helpless, Countess,” Lex asked with a smooth vindictive voice.
“I’m going to kill you, Alexander,” Isobel whispered and turned her head to the side with a groan, “I’m going to wear your intestines like Lana would pretty pearls. I’m going to wear your balls like she would those silly earrings that Clark got her.”
“Oh, graphic,” Lex said in his best stereotypical gay voice ever, “I’m simply trembling in my Gucci.”
“You’re going to die, Alexander,” Isobel chuckled weakly and yet insanely, “You’re so going to fucking die.”
“We all die,” Lex laughed, “I’m just no in the ‘we.”
Isobel opened her eyes and he saw that amethyst fire burning around those solid black pupils. A dark smile crossed her face and she was taken from the waking world once more.
“Damn it,” Lex hissed as he touched his nose, “First that damn cat, and now she’s giving me lip again.”
He was so fucking pissed. Who the fuck was that damn pussy? He really had Superman on his knees. That was for damn sure.
He looked at all the needles and tubes sticking in Isobel’s small frame and chuckled. At least something was going right. Soon, the Dark Countess would be under his complete and total control.
HERE----------KITTY----------KITTY-------KITTY--------HERE--------BOY
Clark was floating upside down while sitting Indian style in his living room. He just kept looking at the phone, willing it to ring with his super alien mind powers.
That pussy cat had really gotten to him the other night. The damn cat had him so fucking hot and bothered that he had creamed the front of his super suit. He blushed at the memory of having to scrub out the stain his alien seed had made..
Madkat had licked his lips under the mistletoe after kicking his ass of steel all over that Santa’s rooftop. That crazy cat really was too much. How was he going to stop him? He didn’t know. He sure had something against Luthor though. That was for damn sure. He wondered what it could be. Whatever it was, it had to be big.
He yelped and fell flat on his head when the phone rang. He rolled over onto his stomach and just laid there as it rang. In a quick whoosh he had it in his hand. He was so thankful that nobody saw him do that. How on earth would he explain that dent to company? He could always use another rug. One could never have too many rugs. He quickly said ‘hello’ before he forgot that he was on the phone. It was Chloe. He was so disappointed. What the hell did her nosy ass want?
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Jason could not tear his luminous green eyes away from his computer screen. What in the hell had he unearthed? It appeared to be some kind of complex ritual to bind the will of many. Was this why he had been tossed out that window? Was Luthor into witchcraft?
The ritual called for the still beating heart of a virgin and the rest was not translated all the way. He had no idea how to read Latin. But, maybe he could find someone who could.
He looked it over some more and remembered that file he had found in Lex’s office the night that bastard had pushed him from that window. It had to do with unleashing a super strand of AIDS onto the population. He had been unable to get a real good look at it. Lex had probably moved the file or destroyed it. What the fuck was he up too?
He was going to try and use some kind of spell to bind the will of people and unleash an epidemic that would very quickly become a pandemic.
He pushed away from the computer with a hiss. Endymion was curled up at his feet and he decided that it was time for some milk. Pussy had to go and meet someone who never really grew out of the ‘primary’ stage of fashion. God, Super was so hot.
JUMP-ROPING-THROUGH-THE-STORE-IN-SKIN-TIGHT-LEATHER-BOOTS
“What do you mean you saw Lana,” Clark asked as he looked in Chloe’s bathroom mirror with his x-ray vision.
“She was there, Clark,” Chloe said as she wrapped her arms around herself, “Reaching out for me.”
“Are you sure you were not daydreaming,” Clark asked as he poked at it.
“I’m sure,” she said and touched his shoulder, “Her eyes were violet, Clark.”
He stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at her with serious green eyes, “Violet?”
“She looked so pale,” she said, “And she needed help.”
Could it be Isobel? No, that was impossible. She had been banished when Lana had stabbed that Genevieve woman with the element. There was no way her evil spirit could still be lingering…was there? He had not seen Lana in years. Was something wrong?
“Did she say anything,” Clark asked.
“No,” Chloe said shaking her head, “She just reached out for me with the body language one would have if they needed help.”
Clark looked back at the mirror, “Lana?”
All of a sudden he heard a voice shout, “Superman!”
“Someone else needs me, Chloe,” he said turning around to look at her, “Call Jimmy.”
“He’s already on his way,” she smiled, “We’re having a movie night.”
“Okay,” Clark said and quickly raced out the window.
Chloe shook her head when she heard the sound barrier being broken, “I’ll never get tired of hearing that sound.”
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“You’re starting to become a real claw in my side,” Clark said as he gazed down at Madkat who was looking like Sex all dressed up in skin tight leather. He should not be allowed to leave his house looking so fucking fuckable.
“Is that any way to say hello to the pussy whose heart you’ve captured in those big strong hands of yours,” Jason purred as he crouched down and Clark shivered at the sexy noise the fine leather made as he did so, “I just wanted to see you again.”
“I do have other things to do,” Clark said as he floated a little closer but did not dare go further, “What do you want?’
Jason looked up at him and moved his hands down his own body in a very provocative manner that made Clark’s face start to turn red. That really made him smile.
“Well,” Clark asked as he fought his hormones.
“Luthor is up to something,” Jason said and held out a CD he had copied in his frightening claws, “It has to do with black magic and a deadly virus.”
Clark’s eyes widened and he asked, “Magic?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jason said and shook the CD at him as if it were candy, “The darkest of the dark, Super.”
“Great,” Clark said as he floated down and took the CD in his hand, “Now I have a Lord Voldemort wannabe to deal with.”
Jason snorted, “Tom Riddle is much cuter than that bald rat.”
Clark cocked a brow but shook his head. He so did not want to argue about who was hot in Harry Potter. He was such a Cedric and Harry fan. He was such a sucker for love doomed at the beginning…kind of like his life.
“Is this why you attacked him,” Clark asked, “Why are you helping me?”
“Yes,” Jason said and the smiled dreamily, “And you know the answer to that, Super.”
Clark floated up and back when the cat swiped at him with those claws and saw that he almost looked apologetic for doing so.
“Reflex,” Jason purred, “You’re just so shiny.”
“I really should throw your tail in jail,” Clark said as he looked at the disk with his x-ray vision to see that there was nothing suspicious about it, “And I will if this gives my computer a virus.”
“No virus,” Jason giggled and walked over to the edge where he was floating a few feet out over the city with his cape fluttering behind him, “But you can lock me up and throw away the key anytime…just as long as you promise to kiss me through the bars.”
Clark didn’t know what to think or do. Was this guy for real?
Well, he did lick you…and you did cream yourself.
“What’s the matter,” Jason purred as he sat down on the ledge to dangle his feet over the city below, “Cat got your tongue?”
Clark narrowed his eyes, “Why do you hate Luthor?”
Jason frowned, “He took my life from me.”
Clark’s face softened, “I’m sorry.”
“Eh,” Jason said and waved Superman’s wrong interpretation away, “I got back up.”
“But didn’t move on,” Clark whispered.
“Unfinished business,” Jason said and jumped to his feet. He did not like where this conversation was going. This was not about him, goddamn it!
“He is a very bad person,” Clark said, “But killing…it’s not the answer.”
“Don’t say that,” Jason hissed and did a flip backwards to land on his heels, “He deserves to die for what he did to me!”
Clark floated closer, “He’s hurt me, too.”
“You could kill him before he even gets the chance to blink,” Jason said as he stepped closer, “Why not get rid of him?”
“It is not my place to judge the crimes of others,” Clark said.
“The world would be a safer place without him in it,” Jason said, “Just looking at that file will tell you that I’m right.”
Clark looked at it, “What do you mean?”
“He plans on using a spell to bind the will of the people and unleash a new strain of AIDS that was created from a mixture of magic and science,” Jason said, “And he obviously has a cure…that’s where the money comes in.”
Clark could not believe this. He knew that Lex was skipping down the dark side, but this was…evil.
“And he will need the still beating heart of a virgin sacrifice,” Jason said, “So he’s already going to commit murder.”
Could Lex be using Isobel? Now it all makes sense. Chloe really did see her in the mirror. She must not want to go through with this. She wants their help.
“Luthor makes me look sane,” Jason said and then giggled as he held his hands up in front of Clark, “Sparkles.”
“Right,” Clark said and floated back.
“How about a kiss,” Jason asked in a husky voice that promised blissful pleasures in the dark, “Before you fly off into the night to plan your battle against the Bald Lord of Darkness?”
Clark bit his bottom lip. He was seeing Jason. Would this be cheating? They were not officially boyfriends. They only had one date…and an almost kiss.
“Sorry,” Clark said and floated up higher, “I don’t fall for villains.”
Jason watched him fly off into the night and smirked.
“Oh, you’re falling alright…you’ve just not hit the ground at my feet yet, Super.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think…
Flora.