Black Leather and Claws
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,152
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 Three
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 Three
Could a body close the mind out
Stitch a seam across the eye
If you can be good, you’ll live forever
If you’re bad, you’ll die when you die
--Roisin Murphy
The explosion of violent flames filled Clark’s eyes and he quickly spun around to shield the two officers from any of the random debris. In his mind, all he could see was that sleek sexy darkness outlined by fiery death and hearing that husky, “Meow.”
He turned around to see a quick black shape blur through the pure white snow to suddenly leap into the air and cling to the side of a building. That guy could actually move like a cat. He was crawling up the wall like it was nothing.
“Superman,” one of the guards asked and he turned back around, “How could we possibly thank you enough?”
“Well,” Clark said and looked down at him to see that his head was extremely close to his groin, “You could let go of my thigh…”
“Oh,” the guard blushed and let go of him.
He turned back to the building and quickly blew the fire out with one giant super breath before it could spread. It sure was a good thing that he had not ordered onions on that pizza he had eaten earlier. Nothing smelled worse than alien super powered onion breath.
He quickly took to the sky to go after that cat.
“Go and get that pussy, Superman,” the older guard yelled after him.
“Like, oh my god,” the younger practically squealed in delight, “I so got to hold the Man of Steel’s thigh.”
Clark rolled his eyes, “Men…”
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Jason was skipping along the rooftops with the speed of a graceful cheetah while humming the tune to Silent Night. He jumped from roof to roof with puma like ease, only to come to a skidding halt when the man behind the yellow mask fluttered down to float a few feet away from him.
“Oh, woe is me,” Jason wailed with a shapely hand on his cocked hip with his other arm draped over his forehead in a dramatic Gone with the Wind pose, “Whatever shall I do now?”
“Give up peacefully,” Clark asked hopefully. He really wanted to brush his teeth and go to bed. He was getting so sleepy.
“Oh, come now, Super,” Jason said as he gracefully circled the edible mousy, “Where’s the fun in that?”
Clark did not take his eyes off him. Gods that outfit simply left nothing and everything to the imagination. It looked so snug and perfect on that flawless alabaster skin. It made him frown just a little. Why did his outfit always have to ride up into his crotch?
“You do realize,” Clark asked as his red booted feet lightly touched the snow covered rooftop, “That I do have x-ray vision…right?”
Jason’s gorgeous red mouth dropped wide open in parody of horror. What on earth was he to do now? Superman was so strong and powerful. Well, it was a good thing that he was a fan of Lois Lane’s articles.
“Well,” Jason said as he smiled at the Man of Steel, “It’s a good thing I made sure to line the inside of my mask with a thin little piece of metal called lead, Super.”
Clark blanched. Well, so much for that quick plan. He could just rip the mask off. He was fast enough…but…that did not seem honorable.
“Here are a few words of wisdom, Super,” Jason said as he pulled his whip free from around his narrow waist, “Don’t go around announcing your weaknesses to the press.”
Clark had to sigh at that. What had he been thinking? Lois had such a big mouth.
“And speaking of weaknesses,” Jason purred as he swung his whip for it to wrap around Clark’s corded neck, “I just get all weak in the knees when a man twice my size is at my mercy.”
Clark’s eyes widened when the enigma pulled on the whip with the strength of a lion. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees. Those were some killer black boots the kitty had on. They looked like they would be hell on anyone’s feet.
Clark grabbed the whip and snapped it in half while uncoiling what was around his neck. Jason fell backwards only to spin around and catch himself.
He looked at his ruined whip and pouted sadly. The big bully had broken his plaything. It had made such a good jump rope and everything. He wanted to cry.
“Bastard,” he hissed and rammed into Clark like an angry tiger about to rip out a gazelle’s throat.
Clark landed on his back in the snow with a surprised grunt to find that the catman was straddling his narrow waist. This was not good.
Jason purred as he reached for his mask only to have his hand slapped away, and another to connect with his chin. He flew backwards through the air to land flat on his back as well.
“How could you,” he hissed as he stumbled to his feet with a leather bound hand covering his mouth, “I’m a human.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark said moving towards him with his feet not touching the snowy rooftop.
“I’ll forgive you,” Jason smiled and a crazy evil filled those catlike eyes behind that tight leather mask, “If you tell me what you think of my nails.”
Clark cocked his head to the side only to suddenly cringe in pain. He suddenly felt as though every cell in his body was on fire. He clutched his stomach and fell to his knees.
Jason walked over and kicked him across the face as hard as he could. He was so fucking pissed. His lip was busted. His fucking lip was busted!
Clark fell on his back once more and moaned. This so was not his night…day…whatever.
He felt his air supply cut off when a skin tight black leather boot pressed down on his throat.
“Lick my boot, bitch,” Jason hissed as he gave him the middle claw which looked to be made out of solid green kryptonite, “And beg for my forgiveness.”
Clark could not believe it. Just who the hell was this guy?
Jason removed his sharp heel and stepped back to look down at him, “Life’s a bitch, and so am I.”
Clark knew that it was underhanded, cheap, and dirty, but what the hell. He picked up some snow and threw it into the cat’s luminous green eyes.
Jason hissed and stumbled back as he retracted his claws. He scratched at his eyes only to let out a surprised yelp when he suddenly felt himself falling over backwards. He had stumbled off the fucking roof. How fucking ungraceful?
“Gotcha,” Clark said as he caught him by the arm and pulled him up on the window ledge with him.
Jason was gripping those big strong arms and could simply feel the heat radiating like a furnace from that glorious body.
“Who are you,” he panted as he glided his hands down that broad chest, “Whose the alien man behind the yellow mask?”
Clark kept silent as the smaller man gazed into his eyes. Those eyes of his were just like a cat’s. They were all emerald and gold.
“Perhaps you can help me,” Jason purred as he leaned in closer to smell him, “Remember the man behind the cat…”
Clark could not help but to think it. The smaller man’s body fit against his perfectly. He was all colorful and bright as to where the catman was all darkness and shadows. It was the perfect fit.
Clark’s face suddenly became a mask of pain when something sharp and poisonous penetrated his flesh. He growled and the cat jumped before he could catch him.
He fell back against the window to see that there was an angry green claw sticking into his stomach.
“Until next time, Super,” Jason called up at him and blew him a sensual kiss before vanishing into the dark shadows of the night.
Clark was completely dumbfounded and in a shit load of agony. He was going to de-claw and neuter that pussy when next he had him in his arms.
Who the hell is he?
He grabbed a hold of the caw and pulled it out. That crazy cat could have really hurt him with this. Why hadn’t he? He could have been sliced to pieces.
He reared back and hurled the damned thing into orbit. The wound instantly sealed itself and he began to feel a lot better after a few seconds.
He closed his eyes only to open them wide as he took to the night sky. This had been the second time in his life that a man had penetrated him.
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 Three
Could a body close the mind out
Stitch a seam across the eye
If you can be good, you’ll live forever
If you’re bad, you’ll die when you die
--Roisin Murphy
The explosion of violent flames filled Clark’s eyes and he quickly spun around to shield the two officers from any of the random debris. In his mind, all he could see was that sleek sexy darkness outlined by fiery death and hearing that husky, “Meow.”
He turned around to see a quick black shape blur through the pure white snow to suddenly leap into the air and cling to the side of a building. That guy could actually move like a cat. He was crawling up the wall like it was nothing.
“Superman,” one of the guards asked and he turned back around, “How could we possibly thank you enough?”
“Well,” Clark said and looked down at him to see that his head was extremely close to his groin, “You could let go of my thigh…”
“Oh,” the guard blushed and let go of him.
He turned back to the building and quickly blew the fire out with one giant super breath before it could spread. It sure was a good thing that he had not ordered onions on that pizza he had eaten earlier. Nothing smelled worse than alien super powered onion breath.
He quickly took to the sky to go after that cat.
“Go and get that pussy, Superman,” the older guard yelled after him.
“Like, oh my god,” the younger practically squealed in delight, “I so got to hold the Man of Steel’s thigh.”
Clark rolled his eyes, “Men…”
888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Jason was skipping along the rooftops with the speed of a graceful cheetah while humming the tune to Silent Night. He jumped from roof to roof with puma like ease, only to come to a skidding halt when the man behind the yellow mask fluttered down to float a few feet away from him.
“Oh, woe is me,” Jason wailed with a shapely hand on his cocked hip with his other arm draped over his forehead in a dramatic Gone with the Wind pose, “Whatever shall I do now?”
“Give up peacefully,” Clark asked hopefully. He really wanted to brush his teeth and go to bed. He was getting so sleepy.
“Oh, come now, Super,” Jason said as he gracefully circled the edible mousy, “Where’s the fun in that?”
Clark did not take his eyes off him. Gods that outfit simply left nothing and everything to the imagination. It looked so snug and perfect on that flawless alabaster skin. It made him frown just a little. Why did his outfit always have to ride up into his crotch?
“You do realize,” Clark asked as his red booted feet lightly touched the snow covered rooftop, “That I do have x-ray vision…right?”
Jason’s gorgeous red mouth dropped wide open in parody of horror. What on earth was he to do now? Superman was so strong and powerful. Well, it was a good thing that he was a fan of Lois Lane’s articles.
“Well,” Jason said as he smiled at the Man of Steel, “It’s a good thing I made sure to line the inside of my mask with a thin little piece of metal called lead, Super.”
Clark blanched. Well, so much for that quick plan. He could just rip the mask off. He was fast enough…but…that did not seem honorable.
“Here are a few words of wisdom, Super,” Jason said as he pulled his whip free from around his narrow waist, “Don’t go around announcing your weaknesses to the press.”
Clark had to sigh at that. What had he been thinking? Lois had such a big mouth.
“And speaking of weaknesses,” Jason purred as he swung his whip for it to wrap around Clark’s corded neck, “I just get all weak in the knees when a man twice my size is at my mercy.”
Clark’s eyes widened when the enigma pulled on the whip with the strength of a lion. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees. Those were some killer black boots the kitty had on. They looked like they would be hell on anyone’s feet.
Clark grabbed the whip and snapped it in half while uncoiling what was around his neck. Jason fell backwards only to spin around and catch himself.
He looked at his ruined whip and pouted sadly. The big bully had broken his plaything. It had made such a good jump rope and everything. He wanted to cry.
“Bastard,” he hissed and rammed into Clark like an angry tiger about to rip out a gazelle’s throat.
Clark landed on his back in the snow with a surprised grunt to find that the catman was straddling his narrow waist. This was not good.
Jason purred as he reached for his mask only to have his hand slapped away, and another to connect with his chin. He flew backwards through the air to land flat on his back as well.
“How could you,” he hissed as he stumbled to his feet with a leather bound hand covering his mouth, “I’m a human.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark said moving towards him with his feet not touching the snowy rooftop.
“I’ll forgive you,” Jason smiled and a crazy evil filled those catlike eyes behind that tight leather mask, “If you tell me what you think of my nails.”
Clark cocked his head to the side only to suddenly cringe in pain. He suddenly felt as though every cell in his body was on fire. He clutched his stomach and fell to his knees.
Jason walked over and kicked him across the face as hard as he could. He was so fucking pissed. His lip was busted. His fucking lip was busted!
Clark fell on his back once more and moaned. This so was not his night…day…whatever.
He felt his air supply cut off when a skin tight black leather boot pressed down on his throat.
“Lick my boot, bitch,” Jason hissed as he gave him the middle claw which looked to be made out of solid green kryptonite, “And beg for my forgiveness.”
Clark could not believe it. Just who the hell was this guy?
Jason removed his sharp heel and stepped back to look down at him, “Life’s a bitch, and so am I.”
Clark knew that it was underhanded, cheap, and dirty, but what the hell. He picked up some snow and threw it into the cat’s luminous green eyes.
Jason hissed and stumbled back as he retracted his claws. He scratched at his eyes only to let out a surprised yelp when he suddenly felt himself falling over backwards. He had stumbled off the fucking roof. How fucking ungraceful?
“Gotcha,” Clark said as he caught him by the arm and pulled him up on the window ledge with him.
Jason was gripping those big strong arms and could simply feel the heat radiating like a furnace from that glorious body.
“Who are you,” he panted as he glided his hands down that broad chest, “Whose the alien man behind the yellow mask?”
Clark kept silent as the smaller man gazed into his eyes. Those eyes of his were just like a cat’s. They were all emerald and gold.
“Perhaps you can help me,” Jason purred as he leaned in closer to smell him, “Remember the man behind the cat…”
Clark could not help but to think it. The smaller man’s body fit against his perfectly. He was all colorful and bright as to where the catman was all darkness and shadows. It was the perfect fit.
Clark’s face suddenly became a mask of pain when something sharp and poisonous penetrated his flesh. He growled and the cat jumped before he could catch him.
He fell back against the window to see that there was an angry green claw sticking into his stomach.
“Until next time, Super,” Jason called up at him and blew him a sensual kiss before vanishing into the dark shadows of the night.
Clark was completely dumbfounded and in a shit load of agony. He was going to de-claw and neuter that pussy when next he had him in his arms.
Who the hell is he?
He grabbed a hold of the caw and pulled it out. That crazy cat could have really hurt him with this. Why hadn’t he? He could have been sliced to pieces.
He reared back and hurled the damned thing into orbit. The wound instantly sealed itself and he began to feel a lot better after a few seconds.
He closed his eyes only to open them wide as he took to the night sky. This had been the second time in his life that a man had penetrated him.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.