Black Leather and Claws

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 One

Jason’s curly blonde hair was matted with dried crimson goo and he had dirt smudged on his pale left cheek. His clothes were soaked and he was missing a shoe. He looked around his one bedroom apartment and sat Endymion down.

He turned to the side to look at his startling reflection in the bronze cast mirror on the wall with the Goddess Bast at the bottom. His emerald green eyes were bright and there were little speckles of gold in them now.

What in the hell had happened to him? Why was he soaked and why was his hair crusted with dried blood? Had he been mugged?

He immediately began to strip his ruined clothes off so that he could take a hot bath. He felt fucking disgusting. He made his way into the small bathroom.

His tub was made out of a light green porcelain color and it was just the right size for him. He turned on the water and literally leaped away hissing at it.

He gazed at the falling water and cocked his head to the side in confusion. Why had he done that? It was just water. He liked water. Maybe he should call his doctor. Blacking out was not a good sign.

He stepped into the hot water and that was when he noticed something odd in the bath mirror. Where the hell had his tan gone? He was as fucking white as a sheet of paper.

He put a pale hand to his left cheek and his green eyes widened in horror. In the mirror, his nails were suddenly growing into razor sharp claws.

He quickly looked at his hand to see that it looked perfectly normal. Yep, it was definitely time to give Dr. Dreamy a call.

Endymion meowed and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked down at his pretty kitty and smiled. He wanted some milk, too.

“Let me clean myself up,” he said as he lied down in the tub to wash his dirty hair.

Endymion jumped up on the toilet seat and began to groom himself as he watched his master bathe himself. How could he stand being in all that water? It was so wet...

Jason lowered his head back under the water and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt himself falling and sat straight up with a yelp that even startled Endymion.

He looked around with wide eyes and quickly got up to dry off. It was time for some of that yummy milk.

He wrapped the lavender towel around his narrow waist and went to the kitchen with Endymion hot on his heels. He opened up the fridge, snatched the milk out, and took such a big drink that it was dripping from his chin to the floor below.

Endymion pawed at his ankle and Jason poured some in his little bowl. That was when he noticed that his little kitchen was full of cats.

They were all looking at him with their big green eyes and he dropped the milk carton with a thud. He took a step back and blinked. It was just him and Endymion in the kitchen.

He put a pale hand to his pale forehead and stumbled back against the white wall. Endymion was simply lapping away at the spilt milk. It was very tasty.

“Messages,” Jason muttered out loud, “I have messages that need some listening too.”

He went into his little living room and pushed play on his little machine. He took a seat on his couch to rest his head on a giant plush Superman.

“This is the Seth Cosmetics Line for the young gay male,” the sexy feminine voice cooed on the line, “And do we have a special treat if store for you. This new fragrance brought all the way from Egypt is sure to warm the icy heart of any man who takes one sniff of you…it might even attract that elusive boss you’ve been trying to sink your claws into.”

Jason’s cat green eyes snapped open with golden slits and Endymion meowed.

“You’re boss will probably kill to get at you when he takes one whiff of this enticing, erotic aroma,” the voice said.

Jason hissed and hurled the machine against the wall with all his might. The answering machine exploded on contact and little sparks filled the dark air. He grabbed his head and screamed as the images assaulted his mind.

He fell to his knees as the cats in the window watched him claw at the carpet. Endymion jumped up on the couch to watch him as well.

He had died…he had fucking died. His boss had pushed him out of that window. Lex had killed him. That fucking bastard had pushed him through a window while kissing him.

“He killed me with a kiss…”

Emerald green eyes were burning into Endymion’s and his were burning right back into his. He cocked his head to the side as Endymion raised a paw to paw at him.

There were cats all around him. They were all meowing and pawing at him. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. He had died…and now he was back. Why?

“Endymion,” he whispered as he slowly gazed up at him, “Was it you?”

Endymion meowed and jumped from the couch to race from the room like a black blur.

The towel slipped from around his waist as he scrambled to his feet to follow after him. All the cats moved to make a path for him to follow.

He stopped in the doorway of his little bedroom to see Endymion clawing at the closet door with all his might. He slowly walked over and opened the door for Endymion to step inside and jump up on a big white box.

It had been marked for a dating emergency. What lied inside was something that he would never be caught dead in. Well, he had died…so what the fuck?

A few hours later, liquid darkness splashed his sleek alabaster body. He stretched in front of his mirror and purred happily.

“I don’t know about you, sweetheart,” he smiled with full ruby red lips as he gazed at the erotic predator with the pointy leather cat ears in the mirror, “But I’m starting to feel really yummy.”

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Lex was looking out his newly repaired window with something close to sorrow in his eyes. He had been shocked that no body had been reported in the news. Well, he had nothing to worry about. Nobody could survive a twenty story drop like that. Some horny bum must have found the stud’s corpse and dragged it off to have their way with it. Oh well, no skin off his nose. He just wished he could have gotten a taste before he had simply tossed it through the window like that.

He closed his eyes. Now he was going to have to find and train a new stud to do his bidding with no fuckups.

“Mr. Luthor,” a voice came on over his phone, “A Mr. Kent from the Daily Planet is here to see you.”

“Shit,” Lex hissed as he strolled over to push down on the violet button, “Show him in.”

The big wooden doors to his massive office opened and in waltzed the man of his dreams. This was the one thing in his life that he could never fully possess.

“Luthor,” Clark said in an even tone that held little love, “Thank you for taking the time out of your sinister schedule to see me.”

“What are you here to accuse me of this time, Clark,” Lex asked as he took a seat at his desk. He was so tired of this game. Clark was worse than Superman.

“Nothing,” Clark said with a hidden twinkle behind his dorky glasses, “Why do you ask, Lex? Should I be?”

Lex blinked. The little bitch!

“I’m here to interview you on the charity event where you are auctioning off the sword which belonged to your beloved Alexander the Great for the Aids Foundation,” Clark said as he pulled out a handy little voice recorder.

“I see that Miss. Lane is not with you,” Lex said in surprise, “Or that eternal thorn in my side.”

“Chloe told me to tell you that she loves you, too,” Clark said as he took a seat without it being offered to him.

Lex sniffed. What was that cologne Clark was wearing? It smelled really nice.

“So,” Clark asked as me made him self comfortable, “What do you have to tell the happy citizens of Metropolis about this wondrous event of yours?”

Lex really hated him. How did he do it? How did Clark always manage to say “fuck you” in the nicest of ways?

“I’m not really at liberty to say,” Lex said calmly, “My Secretary knows more about it than I do, but he…”

“Has a killer crick in his neck and a splitting headache,” a voice said from the doorway and Clark turned around to see who it was and Lex was horrified.

There he stood, dressed to kill. Black leather hugged his long shapely legs and a tight violet silk button down hung to those rippling muscles.

Clark had to pick his jaw up off the floor and Lex almost screamed, “It’s a goddamn ghost!”

Clark could not help to think that he looked hot with that bandage wrapped around his head like that. Those golden curls were absolutely adorable. He looked like an alabaster Adonis.

“Jason,” Lex gasped and Clark admired his smooth alabaster flesh and those hypnotic green eyes.

“That’s my name, Alexander,” Jason said waltzing over to take a seat on the side of his desk, “If you wear it out, I’ll make you buy me a brand new one.”

“You’re,” Lex mumbled and Clark smiled at Lex’s sudden unease. This guy was a trip.

“Here,” Jason asked throwing up his hands and howled with laughter, “I know! Surprise, boss!”

“How are you doing,” Lex managed to ask calmly as he got to his feet to look at the bandages on his head and left hand.

“I’m good,” Jason said running a pale hand through his golden locks, “It’s all still a little fuzzy to me. I do remember falling.”

“Ski incident,” Lex quickly lied and Clark nodded.

Jason nodded as well, “I hate snow now.”

Clark was simply enchanted by this ball of erotic energy.

“It’s not complete amnesia,” Jason said hopping up to smile at Clark and then turned to Lex, “Who is your friend?”

“Clark Kent,” Clark said holding out his hand and Jason turned back to him to take it in his, “Such a pleasure to meet you and I’m happy that you’re all right.”

“Such big hands you have,” Jason smiled as they shook hands for longer than what seemed normal for Lex’s comfort.

“Jason Lyle,” Lex said trying to keep from peeing on himself, “My wonderful secretary. I wouldn’t know where my head was without him.”

“Or who it was in,” Jason smiled deliciously which caused Lex’s face to freeze and Clark to snort.

The phone buzzed and Lex quickly said, “Business calls, Clark. Jason, please show him the door.”

“There it is,” Jason said pointing at it.

Lex coughed, “As in escort him…”

“You’re the boss,” Jason said and took Clark by the arm which made Lex blanch, “This way, Mr. Kent.”

Clark turned his head back to grin at Lex which sat the older man’s blood ablaze with fury. That miserable farmboy from Podunk really knew how to press his buttons. He was definitely worse than Superman.

“So,” Clark asked as he let Jason lead him from the office by the arm, “How long have you been working for baldy?”

“Two years,” Jason said looking up at him to see that Clark had green eyes behind those ridiculous looking glasses.

“Wow,” Clark said as they stepped in front of the elevator, “You must have the patience of Kwan Yin.”

“I do try,” Jason smiled and pushed the button to call the elevator up, “The Lady of Mercy and Compassion does tend to smile on me from time to time when it comes to Lex.”

Clark laughed, “I’ve been trying to practice Zen ever since my partner introduced me to Feng Shui.”

“Cool,” Jason laughed as he let go of Clark’s big arm. Why was he hiding such a hot body underneath that ridiculous looking suit? It was way too big for him.

“You really don’t put up with Lex’s crap do you,” Clark asked and kept the darkness from his eyes, “Is that safe?”

“I’m a big boy, Mr. Kent,” Jason said as he elevator door opened before them, “I can tie my shoes and even drink from big people glasses.”

Clark snorted and stepped into the elevator to turn around and ask just as Jason pushed the lobby button, “Would you care to have diner with me?”

“I’m a very busy guy,” Jason smiled.

Clark was cut off when the doors closed. He took a step back and leaned against the railing while loosening his tie, “Wow.”

Lex was pacing his office like a maniac. What in the hell was he going to do? That little bitch was toying with him. Nobody fucking plays cat and mouse with Lex Luthor! He was always the goddamned cat!

“If he so much as tries anything with me,” he hissed and looked out at the snow covered city, “I’ll push him out of a taller building.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.