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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,072
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 Eleven
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 Eleven
Jason stood there in the falling snow and Clark could not take his eyes off the beautiful man. That luminous, white skin of his seemed to glisten under the pale streetlight. The snow shimmered like diamonds in his curly blonde locks. He also noticed how the cold did not make that flawless white flesh turn pink. The sexy secretary looked as if he were carved from marble.
“I don’t think we’re going to get a cab, Mr. Reporter,” Jason sighed, walking over to stand next to him.
Clark frowned when another cab went straight on by. He lowered his hand and the two just stood there in the falling snow.
“Are you cold,” Clark asked in concern because Jason was human.
“A little,” Jason lied. The cold did not seem to affect him at all.
He was such a nervous wreck. How in the nine hells did he wind up leading Clark into the ladies’ room? That had been so embarrassing.
“Huh,” he had said, taking a startled look around the tacky little room that many straight men would die to see, “I don’t like the wallpaper. Do you?”
He shook his head. What had he been thinking? He couldn’t remember. It had something to do with fish.
He liked Clark. He really, really did.
“Here,” Clark said, taking off his jacket, putting it around him.
Jason slipped into it, “Thanks.”
Clark nodded and put an arm around his shoulders. Jason moved in closer to the heat that the bigger man seemed to radiate like a furnace. He wanted to curl up next to Clark and purr on a big bed. He wanted to pretend that Clark was a big yummy ball of yarn to play with.
Clark spotted a taxi and signaled for it to stop. When he saw that it was not going to, he let out a shrill whistle. The driver slammed on his brakes.
Jason blinked. What the hell?
“Come on,” Clark said, leading him by the hand.
He followed.
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“Honey, I’m home,” Jason called out as he opened the door to see Endymion run into the small hall to greet him.
He picked his kitty up and nuzzled him close, “Did you miss me?”
Endymion playfully bumped his cheek with his head, and started to purr as Clark stepped inside to smile at the sleek black cat.
“What’s your name,” Clark asked as he closed the door behind himself.
Jason smiled, “Its Endymion.”
Clark nodded only to retract his hand when Endymion clawed at him with an angry hiss.
“Endymion,” Jason reprimanded, “What’s the matter?”
“It’s okay,” Clark said, “He probably smells Shelby on me.”
Jason put Endymion down and watched him jump up on the bookcase.
“Shelby,” Jason asked, taking a look at Clark’s unmarked hand.
“My dog,” he said, liking the tender way the smaller man was touching his hand.
“Ah,” Jason said, gently releasing him.
“Ah,” Clark asked, “Ah, what?”
“I didn’t know you had a dog,” he said.
“Back in Smallville,” Clark said before he thought, and quickly added, “But Chloe is keeping him here for me, seeing as how my apartment does not allow pets.”
“Oh,” Jason said, “That’s nice of her.”
Clark sighed with relief on the inside. It would have been touch explaining how he had gone to Smallville so quickly.
“Take a seat on the sofa,” Jason said, as he led Clark into his tiny living room, putting Clark’s jacket on the back of the chair, “I need to go check my voicemail.”
Clark walked over and took a seat, looking up at Endymion who had not taken those spooky cat eyes off of him. That cat made him feel naked. It was like it could see right through the surface lies to the truth within.
“Oh, come on,” Clark whined at the cat, “Stop looking at me like I’m a mouse.”
He blinked. MadKat seemed to look at him that way. How spooky is that?
He stuck his tongue out at the spooky animal, only to jump when Endymion hissed down at him. That really unnerved him.
“Well, that was boring,” Jason said, stepping back into the room to fall witness to the glaring contest between human and feline. What the hell?
“Hush,” Clark said, not daring to blink, “I’m not giving up until he does.”
Jason did not know what to think. Here was a man having a showdown with a cat. Was Clark crazy? Well, they shall get along better than he thought.
Wait! A man and a cat are having a showdown in his living room. Wow! He so loved the foreshadowing. This was just like him and Superman. Eh, good times.
“Clark,” Jason pouted, “I’m a very sexy man and I’m feeling ignored right now.”
Clark grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him down into this lap without taking his eyes off the annoying cat.
“Not until he looks away first,” Clark growled.
“But, Clark,” Jason laughed, “Endymion always wins this game.”
“Not tonight,” Clark said, “Tonight I win.”
Okay, now he was sounding like a crazy person. Endymion is not MadKat, Clark. You can look away now.
Jason chuckled as he watched Clark’s unflinching eyes. His eyes were so green, just like his own. Yep, Clark is a crazy person, and he loved it.
“Clark,” a shrill shriek went off in his ears.
Chloe?
He blinked.
“Aw,” Jason pouted, “You lost.”
“Damn it,” Clark growled, nostrils flaring as he looked up at the damn cat. He looked all smug and everything.
Jason laughed, “Endymion always wins.”
“I have to go,” Clark suddenly said, and Jason quickly moved off his lap. He didn’t want to leave. Mr. Lyle was unlike any man he had ever been with, including Lex.
“Is everything all right,” Jason asked in concern as he got to his feet.
“I just remembered that I left that damn bathwater running again,” Clark lied, jumping to his feet.
Jason rolled his eyes, “How much is your water bill, Clark?”
“You don’t want to know,” Clark said, racing over to the chair, putting his jacket on backwards.
Jason thought that was so adorable.
“I’ll call you,” Clark said, running to the door, only to stop, turn around, and look up at the smug cat on the bookcase.
“I’ll catch you, my pretty,” he said, pointing at Endymion, “And your sexy owner, too.”
He then ran out the door, and it slammed shut behind him.
Jason just stood there not knowing what to think. That had been hilarious.
Endymion looked so smug and pleased with himself. He had defeated that alien invader.
Jason started to laugh, and began to twirl around in circles. He had so much fun with Clark. He could actually see himself falling in love with the sexy reporter.
His eyes suddenly became stormy and the happy twirling ended. Clark had cried a single tear tonight, and that single tear spelled the doom for Lex Luthor.
Not only did the bald, rat bastard work him to death…ha….work him to death…he should write that down.
He did.
That son of a mother fucker had pushed him out a goddamn window. That stupid little bitch had probably scarred Clark for life, too. He had not left his bathwater running. He was just afraid of being torn to shreds again.
He looked at his beautiful reflection in the mirror and hissed. That bald tool had to die. Didn’t he have a gun somewhere?
He could shoot him in the kneecaps. That would be fun. He could listen to Lex scream like a little bitch before he got bored and blew his fucking brains out.
Oh, even better! He could hang him up by his ankles and target practice until he ran out of ammo. He could listen to Lex beg for his miserable life until he finally either bled to death, or got a killing shot. That would be even more fun.
“Come on, Endymion,” he purred in delight, “Come help Daddy find the gun.”
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 Eleven
Jason stood there in the falling snow and Clark could not take his eyes off the beautiful man. That luminous, white skin of his seemed to glisten under the pale streetlight. The snow shimmered like diamonds in his curly blonde locks. He also noticed how the cold did not make that flawless white flesh turn pink. The sexy secretary looked as if he were carved from marble.
“I don’t think we’re going to get a cab, Mr. Reporter,” Jason sighed, walking over to stand next to him.
Clark frowned when another cab went straight on by. He lowered his hand and the two just stood there in the falling snow.
“Are you cold,” Clark asked in concern because Jason was human.
“A little,” Jason lied. The cold did not seem to affect him at all.
He was such a nervous wreck. How in the nine hells did he wind up leading Clark into the ladies’ room? That had been so embarrassing.
“Huh,” he had said, taking a startled look around the tacky little room that many straight men would die to see, “I don’t like the wallpaper. Do you?”
He shook his head. What had he been thinking? He couldn’t remember. It had something to do with fish.
He liked Clark. He really, really did.
“Here,” Clark said, taking off his jacket, putting it around him.
Jason slipped into it, “Thanks.”
Clark nodded and put an arm around his shoulders. Jason moved in closer to the heat that the bigger man seemed to radiate like a furnace. He wanted to curl up next to Clark and purr on a big bed. He wanted to pretend that Clark was a big yummy ball of yarn to play with.
Clark spotted a taxi and signaled for it to stop. When he saw that it was not going to, he let out a shrill whistle. The driver slammed on his brakes.
Jason blinked. What the hell?
“Come on,” Clark said, leading him by the hand.
He followed.
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“Honey, I’m home,” Jason called out as he opened the door to see Endymion run into the small hall to greet him.
He picked his kitty up and nuzzled him close, “Did you miss me?”
Endymion playfully bumped his cheek with his head, and started to purr as Clark stepped inside to smile at the sleek black cat.
“What’s your name,” Clark asked as he closed the door behind himself.
Jason smiled, “Its Endymion.”
Clark nodded only to retract his hand when Endymion clawed at him with an angry hiss.
“Endymion,” Jason reprimanded, “What’s the matter?”
“It’s okay,” Clark said, “He probably smells Shelby on me.”
Jason put Endymion down and watched him jump up on the bookcase.
“Shelby,” Jason asked, taking a look at Clark’s unmarked hand.
“My dog,” he said, liking the tender way the smaller man was touching his hand.
“Ah,” Jason said, gently releasing him.
“Ah,” Clark asked, “Ah, what?”
“I didn’t know you had a dog,” he said.
“Back in Smallville,” Clark said before he thought, and quickly added, “But Chloe is keeping him here for me, seeing as how my apartment does not allow pets.”
“Oh,” Jason said, “That’s nice of her.”
Clark sighed with relief on the inside. It would have been touch explaining how he had gone to Smallville so quickly.
“Take a seat on the sofa,” Jason said, as he led Clark into his tiny living room, putting Clark’s jacket on the back of the chair, “I need to go check my voicemail.”
Clark walked over and took a seat, looking up at Endymion who had not taken those spooky cat eyes off of him. That cat made him feel naked. It was like it could see right through the surface lies to the truth within.
“Oh, come on,” Clark whined at the cat, “Stop looking at me like I’m a mouse.”
He blinked. MadKat seemed to look at him that way. How spooky is that?
He stuck his tongue out at the spooky animal, only to jump when Endymion hissed down at him. That really unnerved him.
“Well, that was boring,” Jason said, stepping back into the room to fall witness to the glaring contest between human and feline. What the hell?
“Hush,” Clark said, not daring to blink, “I’m not giving up until he does.”
Jason did not know what to think. Here was a man having a showdown with a cat. Was Clark crazy? Well, they shall get along better than he thought.
Wait! A man and a cat are having a showdown in his living room. Wow! He so loved the foreshadowing. This was just like him and Superman. Eh, good times.
“Clark,” Jason pouted, “I’m a very sexy man and I’m feeling ignored right now.”
Clark grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him down into this lap without taking his eyes off the annoying cat.
“Not until he looks away first,” Clark growled.
“But, Clark,” Jason laughed, “Endymion always wins this game.”
“Not tonight,” Clark said, “Tonight I win.”
Okay, now he was sounding like a crazy person. Endymion is not MadKat, Clark. You can look away now.
Jason chuckled as he watched Clark’s unflinching eyes. His eyes were so green, just like his own. Yep, Clark is a crazy person, and he loved it.
“Clark,” a shrill shriek went off in his ears.
Chloe?
He blinked.
“Aw,” Jason pouted, “You lost.”
“Damn it,” Clark growled, nostrils flaring as he looked up at the damn cat. He looked all smug and everything.
Jason laughed, “Endymion always wins.”
“I have to go,” Clark suddenly said, and Jason quickly moved off his lap. He didn’t want to leave. Mr. Lyle was unlike any man he had ever been with, including Lex.
“Is everything all right,” Jason asked in concern as he got to his feet.
“I just remembered that I left that damn bathwater running again,” Clark lied, jumping to his feet.
Jason rolled his eyes, “How much is your water bill, Clark?”
“You don’t want to know,” Clark said, racing over to the chair, putting his jacket on backwards.
Jason thought that was so adorable.
“I’ll call you,” Clark said, running to the door, only to stop, turn around, and look up at the smug cat on the bookcase.
“I’ll catch you, my pretty,” he said, pointing at Endymion, “And your sexy owner, too.”
He then ran out the door, and it slammed shut behind him.
Jason just stood there not knowing what to think. That had been hilarious.
Endymion looked so smug and pleased with himself. He had defeated that alien invader.
Jason started to laugh, and began to twirl around in circles. He had so much fun with Clark. He could actually see himself falling in love with the sexy reporter.
His eyes suddenly became stormy and the happy twirling ended. Clark had cried a single tear tonight, and that single tear spelled the doom for Lex Luthor.
Not only did the bald, rat bastard work him to death…ha….work him to death…he should write that down.
He did.
That son of a mother fucker had pushed him out a goddamn window. That stupid little bitch had probably scarred Clark for life, too. He had not left his bathwater running. He was just afraid of being torn to shreds again.
He looked at his beautiful reflection in the mirror and hissed. That bald tool had to die. Didn’t he have a gun somewhere?
He could shoot him in the kneecaps. That would be fun. He could listen to Lex scream like a little bitch before he got bored and blew his fucking brains out.
Oh, even better! He could hang him up by his ankles and target practice until he ran out of ammo. He could listen to Lex beg for his miserable life until he finally either bled to death, or got a killing shot. That would be even more fun.
“Come on, Endymion,” he purred in delight, “Come help Daddy find the gun.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.