Black Leather and Claws
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,062
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 Two
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 Two
“Hold still you little faggot,” a bearish looking older man spat as he pushed the smaller man up against the cold brick wall in the dark alley away from any of the streetlights, “Or I’ll slit your fucking throat and still have my way with you.”
The smaller man gasped in fear and tried to claw at the older man only to cry out when his pants were ripped open. He closed his eyes and cringed as the bigger man’s lips crushed violently against his in a bruising manner. A tear leaked from the corner of his eye as he was spun around and pushed against the wall face first.
“You’re going to scream for me,” the man laughed as he unzipped his pants for his bulging cock to pop out.
“No,” the smaller man pleaded, “Stop it!”
“I paid up front,” the man laughed, “Now take what I have to offer, bitch.”
“I just love a big strong man who forces himself on a man half his size,” a cool voice cooed all deep and husky from the black shadows of the night.
The bigger man spun around to see a young hot thing come striding out of the darkness all dressed in a skin tight, black leather cat costume. It was as if liquid darkness had been spray painted onto perfect alabaster flesh. The outfit left nothing and everything to the imagination.
The goon’s cock began to harden and drip like a faucet. There was no doubt about it he had have some of that hot pussy.
The younger man was fighting to pull his pants up while his attacker was distracted by the catman.
“Be gentle,” the hot kitty cat practically purred, “It’s my first time.”
“Don’t worry, kitty,” the big man said as he pulled out his sharp blade, “You won’t get the chance to scream.”
The young man watched the catman kick the knife from his attacker’s hand to kick him right in the balls. He cringed when razor sharp claws practically scratched the bastard’s face off.
“You’re right,” the catman giggled, “I’m not screaming.”
He looked down at the knocked out bastard and smiled. That had been a lot of fun. That was when he turned those emerald green cat eyes behind the leather mask to the young man who was looking really relieved. He was going to have to do something about that.
“I dunno what to say,” the young man started only to gag when he was gripped by the neck and slammed back against that cold brick wall once more.
“You make it so easy,” the catman hissed as those razor sharp claws tapped against that sweat covered face, “Always waiting for Superman to come save you.”
The young man trembled in fear at those sharp claws as the lightly grazed down his cheek.
“I am Madkat,” the catman smiled and gods his skin was so white and those lips were so red, “Hear me roar.”
The young man fell to his knees when that vision in black jumped over his head to crawl up the wall, vanishing from sight.
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Clark was flying around on a warm thermal with the wind blowing through his long red cape. Today had just not been his day for him or his alter ego.
Lois was shot at three times by some snake bitches’ henchmen, Chloe was thrown off a roof, an earthquake struck in India, a tsunami in Japan, and a nuclear threat on China. What was next? He really wished that he could find a pair of ear plugs that could block out everything. If he couldn’t hear it, then it wasn’t real.
“Superman,” he heard Lois shriek at the top of her lungs.
He rolled his eyes and dropped out of the sky in a ball of primary colored blaze.
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Jason was skipping along in the snow humming the tune to Beauty and the Beast when he spotted one of Luthorcorp’s department stores. A big twinkle gleamed in his emerald green eyes and he skipped across the street to peek inside the window.
“Look at all the pretty shiny,” he purred to nobody in particular, “That would look just dandy on my finger.”
He let his sharp claws scrape across the window glass while hissing at the dog who was pissing on a bright red fire hydrant. The stupid animal took off running with its tail tucked between its legs.
“Pussy,” Jason yelled after it as he climbed up the wall to the sky light. He gazed down and smiled in delight. This was simply too easy.
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“Thanks, Superman,” Lois smiled happily if not a little shaky when her feet touched the ground, “That was a close call if I do say so myself.”
“You can say that again,” Clark said as he floated a few feet above her, “What did I tell you about staying out of trouble?”
She rolled her eyes, “I’m a big girl.”
“Who almost got herself bitten by hundreds of poisonous snakes,” Clark said as he floated back a little to glare at her, “Cobra had you right where she wanted you, Lois.”
“I almost had that scaly bitch licking my heels,” Lois snarled in a huff, “If only my recording of the Snake Charmer’s Dance had not skipped.”
Music was Cobra’s only weakness. She had not choice but to dance when in the presence of music…even if she was in the middle of flaying someone alive.
Clark had her dance her way right back to maximum security. He had to laugh. It was such a silly weakness. She should buy earplugs and then give him a pair, too.
“From now on Lois,” he said as he flew up a little higher, “Call the police or have Clark with you.”
“Right, sure thing,” she snorted as she gazed up at his slender yellow eye mask, “Smallville would make such great backup.”
Clark rolled his eyes and took off like a bolt of lightning.
“Goodnight,” Lois yelled after him only to slip and fall in the snow when a scared dog went running by her. She let out a violent sneeze and cursed the stupid animal.
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Jason had a pile of jewelry spread out before him. He couldn’t resist. He had to try them all on.
He shoved all the rings and necklaces into his pack and slipped it around his narrow leather tight waist. They were all so pretty and shiny. How could he simply choose?
He uncurled his long leather whip and started to jump rope with it through the store while humming to the tune, Dashing through the Snow and decided to change the lyrics around.
“Jump roping through the store…in skin tight leather boots…”
That was when he spotted some more pretty shiny and his eyes simply glittered. Did that Luthor not have security?
He lashed out with his whip and the glass case shattered upon impact. He purred with laughter as he stuffed rings and bracelets into his bag.
“Wow,” a voice said from behind him, “What is it?”
“I don’t know,” a deeper voice said, “I don’t know whether to pull my gun or fall in love…”
Jason spun around in a fluid like motion to smile at the two night guardsmen with pearly white teeth. Some people like to think that being gay is a decision that one makes for them selves. Well, it was quite obvious to him that these two had no part in the decision making process, whatsoever.
“Men,” Jason hissed with disdain as he lashed out at them with his whip, sending their guns flying from their hands, “Always shooting blanks.”
“Jesus, man,” the younger looking one gasped while throwing up his hands in defeat, “Don’t hurt us.”
“Our take homes only 400,” the other said putting his hands in defeat as well.
Jason’s eyes narrowed and he hissed, “Run away little mice.”
The two of them didn’t need to be told twice. He watched them with glee as they skedaddled on out of there. He was just about to pick up some more pretty shiny, only to roll his eyes when one of those silly little mice yelled for the mysterious Man of Steel.
Now why did they have to go and do that for? He was having so much fun.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” he cackled as he pranced over and picked up some cans of spray paint and aerosol, “Can we say kitty-kitty bang-bang?”
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“What seems to be the problem, officers,” Clark asked with that deep voice he trained himself to use as he landed in front of the two guards with concern on his face.
“Leather,” one choked out as he fought to catch his breath, “Ears.”
“Kitty,” the other gasped falling to his knees, “Big whip.”
Both looked up at him, “Hawt.”
Clark cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Come again?”
He suddenly looked up when a person came back flipping out of the department store like some professional gymnast. His green eyes widened when he took in what the person was wearing. Who the hell?
Both of the security guards scrambled to their feet and jumped behind him when the sexy kitty stopped right in front of them. Clark’s eyes widened. It’s a man? Who the hell is this guy behind the cat?
The silent predator was panting ever so softly and had his hands up in front of his face in a sleek sexy pose of self defense.
“Meow,” that husky voice purred just as the building behind him exploded violently into flames and debris.
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 Two
“Hold still you little faggot,” a bearish looking older man spat as he pushed the smaller man up against the cold brick wall in the dark alley away from any of the streetlights, “Or I’ll slit your fucking throat and still have my way with you.”
The smaller man gasped in fear and tried to claw at the older man only to cry out when his pants were ripped open. He closed his eyes and cringed as the bigger man’s lips crushed violently against his in a bruising manner. A tear leaked from the corner of his eye as he was spun around and pushed against the wall face first.
“You’re going to scream for me,” the man laughed as he unzipped his pants for his bulging cock to pop out.
“No,” the smaller man pleaded, “Stop it!”
“I paid up front,” the man laughed, “Now take what I have to offer, bitch.”
“I just love a big strong man who forces himself on a man half his size,” a cool voice cooed all deep and husky from the black shadows of the night.
The bigger man spun around to see a young hot thing come striding out of the darkness all dressed in a skin tight, black leather cat costume. It was as if liquid darkness had been spray painted onto perfect alabaster flesh. The outfit left nothing and everything to the imagination.
The goon’s cock began to harden and drip like a faucet. There was no doubt about it he had have some of that hot pussy.
The younger man was fighting to pull his pants up while his attacker was distracted by the catman.
“Be gentle,” the hot kitty cat practically purred, “It’s my first time.”
“Don’t worry, kitty,” the big man said as he pulled out his sharp blade, “You won’t get the chance to scream.”
The young man watched the catman kick the knife from his attacker’s hand to kick him right in the balls. He cringed when razor sharp claws practically scratched the bastard’s face off.
“You’re right,” the catman giggled, “I’m not screaming.”
He looked down at the knocked out bastard and smiled. That had been a lot of fun. That was when he turned those emerald green cat eyes behind the leather mask to the young man who was looking really relieved. He was going to have to do something about that.
“I dunno what to say,” the young man started only to gag when he was gripped by the neck and slammed back against that cold brick wall once more.
“You make it so easy,” the catman hissed as those razor sharp claws tapped against that sweat covered face, “Always waiting for Superman to come save you.”
The young man trembled in fear at those sharp claws as the lightly grazed down his cheek.
“I am Madkat,” the catman smiled and gods his skin was so white and those lips were so red, “Hear me roar.”
The young man fell to his knees when that vision in black jumped over his head to crawl up the wall, vanishing from sight.
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Clark was flying around on a warm thermal with the wind blowing through his long red cape. Today had just not been his day for him or his alter ego.
Lois was shot at three times by some snake bitches’ henchmen, Chloe was thrown off a roof, an earthquake struck in India, a tsunami in Japan, and a nuclear threat on China. What was next? He really wished that he could find a pair of ear plugs that could block out everything. If he couldn’t hear it, then it wasn’t real.
“Superman,” he heard Lois shriek at the top of her lungs.
He rolled his eyes and dropped out of the sky in a ball of primary colored blaze.
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Jason was skipping along in the snow humming the tune to Beauty and the Beast when he spotted one of Luthorcorp’s department stores. A big twinkle gleamed in his emerald green eyes and he skipped across the street to peek inside the window.
“Look at all the pretty shiny,” he purred to nobody in particular, “That would look just dandy on my finger.”
He let his sharp claws scrape across the window glass while hissing at the dog who was pissing on a bright red fire hydrant. The stupid animal took off running with its tail tucked between its legs.
“Pussy,” Jason yelled after it as he climbed up the wall to the sky light. He gazed down and smiled in delight. This was simply too easy.
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“Thanks, Superman,” Lois smiled happily if not a little shaky when her feet touched the ground, “That was a close call if I do say so myself.”
“You can say that again,” Clark said as he floated a few feet above her, “What did I tell you about staying out of trouble?”
She rolled her eyes, “I’m a big girl.”
“Who almost got herself bitten by hundreds of poisonous snakes,” Clark said as he floated back a little to glare at her, “Cobra had you right where she wanted you, Lois.”
“I almost had that scaly bitch licking my heels,” Lois snarled in a huff, “If only my recording of the Snake Charmer’s Dance had not skipped.”
Music was Cobra’s only weakness. She had not choice but to dance when in the presence of music…even if she was in the middle of flaying someone alive.
Clark had her dance her way right back to maximum security. He had to laugh. It was such a silly weakness. She should buy earplugs and then give him a pair, too.
“From now on Lois,” he said as he flew up a little higher, “Call the police or have Clark with you.”
“Right, sure thing,” she snorted as she gazed up at his slender yellow eye mask, “Smallville would make such great backup.”
Clark rolled his eyes and took off like a bolt of lightning.
“Goodnight,” Lois yelled after him only to slip and fall in the snow when a scared dog went running by her. She let out a violent sneeze and cursed the stupid animal.
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Jason had a pile of jewelry spread out before him. He couldn’t resist. He had to try them all on.
He shoved all the rings and necklaces into his pack and slipped it around his narrow leather tight waist. They were all so pretty and shiny. How could he simply choose?
He uncurled his long leather whip and started to jump rope with it through the store while humming to the tune, Dashing through the Snow and decided to change the lyrics around.
“Jump roping through the store…in skin tight leather boots…”
That was when he spotted some more pretty shiny and his eyes simply glittered. Did that Luthor not have security?
He lashed out with his whip and the glass case shattered upon impact. He purred with laughter as he stuffed rings and bracelets into his bag.
“Wow,” a voice said from behind him, “What is it?”
“I don’t know,” a deeper voice said, “I don’t know whether to pull my gun or fall in love…”
Jason spun around in a fluid like motion to smile at the two night guardsmen with pearly white teeth. Some people like to think that being gay is a decision that one makes for them selves. Well, it was quite obvious to him that these two had no part in the decision making process, whatsoever.
“Men,” Jason hissed with disdain as he lashed out at them with his whip, sending their guns flying from their hands, “Always shooting blanks.”
“Jesus, man,” the younger looking one gasped while throwing up his hands in defeat, “Don’t hurt us.”
“Our take homes only 400,” the other said putting his hands in defeat as well.
Jason’s eyes narrowed and he hissed, “Run away little mice.”
The two of them didn’t need to be told twice. He watched them with glee as they skedaddled on out of there. He was just about to pick up some more pretty shiny, only to roll his eyes when one of those silly little mice yelled for the mysterious Man of Steel.
Now why did they have to go and do that for? He was having so much fun.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” he cackled as he pranced over and picked up some cans of spray paint and aerosol, “Can we say kitty-kitty bang-bang?”
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“What seems to be the problem, officers,” Clark asked with that deep voice he trained himself to use as he landed in front of the two guards with concern on his face.
“Leather,” one choked out as he fought to catch his breath, “Ears.”
“Kitty,” the other gasped falling to his knees, “Big whip.”
Both looked up at him, “Hawt.”
Clark cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Come again?”
He suddenly looked up when a person came back flipping out of the department store like some professional gymnast. His green eyes widened when he took in what the person was wearing. Who the hell?
Both of the security guards scrambled to their feet and jumped behind him when the sexy kitty stopped right in front of them. Clark’s eyes widened. It’s a man? Who the hell is this guy behind the cat?
The silent predator was panting ever so softly and had his hands up in front of his face in a sleek sexy pose of self defense.
“Meow,” that husky voice purred just as the building behind him exploded violently into flames and debris.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.