Black Leather and Claws
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,153
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 Four
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 Seven
Jason pounced through his open window to land gently on his feet. He had had so much fun and he was completely smitten with the man behind the alien who wore the yellow mask.
He had made one of Lex’s department stars go boom and he had taken on the Man of Steel all by himself. His self-esteem was on cloud nine. He almost did a happy little jig.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he cooed as he bent down and picked up Endymion who had been purring at his feet, “I’ve had such a good time.”
Endymion pawed at his leather mask and he took it off. His curly blonde locks fell around his flawless paper white face as he nuzzled his precious close.
“Next time I’ll take you with me,” he said and carried Endymion into the kitchen to sit him down on the little table.
He frolicked over and opened up the fridge to hiss, “Damn! I forgot to get milk.”
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“Sweetheart, I’m home,” Clark called out as he flew through his open balcony door to land softly on his feet, “Oh, I forgot, I’m all alone.”
He kicked off his boots and removed his cape before making down his lonely bed. He was exhausted and his mind was reeling. There was no way he was going to be able to get that kitty out of his mind. He had gotten his ass of steel handed to him.
In a flash, he was completely naked and in the shower. Steam billowed all around him as he washed the daily grime away. All he could focus on was that alabaster body splashed with liquid darkness.
His left hand glided down his bronze tummy of steel to grip his…what the fuck was he doing? He almost stumbled and would have crashed through the glass door if he had not caught himself.
He leaned back against the marble wall and ran his hands through his dark hair. This was something that he was going to blame on physical and mental exhaustion.
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“Kent,” Perry White bellowed at the top of his lungs in the news room, “Kent!”
Lois rolled her eyes and got to her feet to face him, “What are you howling about now?”
“Shut it,” Perry growled, “I need to know if Clark got that story on Luthor yet.”
Lois blinked, “Story? Luthor?”
“Shit,” Perry hissed, “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Why that rotten, no good, dirty little sneak,” Lois snarled in anger.
“Have you all seen this,” Chloe asked as she came walking in with Jimmy.
Lois took the pictures from her and whistled, “Who is the Puss in Boots?”
“A frightened eyewitness said that he calls himself, Madkat,” Jimmy said as he handed her some more pictures from the destroyed department store and some taken by a robbed ATM machine, “The witness said that Madkat saved him and then revealed that he was a little crazy.”
“A little,” Lois asked and held up a picture, “The guy is jump roping with a leather whip in break neck heels.”
“Where is Kent,” Perry roared as he looked the pictures over to, “If I don’t have that story on Luthor, run this instead.”
“Gotcha, Chief,” Lois smiled even though she was fuming. How could Smallville keep a story like that from her? They were partners! Partners!
Chloe held up an article on Madkat, “Already ready, Miss Lane.”
Lois closed her eyes, sighed, and then opened them wide to scream at the top of her lungs, “Smallville!”
Chloe snickered and kissed Jimmy on the cheek, “At least you caught Cobra, Lois.”
“That scaly bitch can eat shit and die,” Lois snarled as she stormed off in a huff, “Where the hell is Smallville?!”
Perry bit his bottom lip, “I really shouldn’t have told her that.”
“Smallville,” Lois shrieked as she checked under her coffee cup, “Show your dorky face!”
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Clark rolled over to let out a yelp when he hit the ground. He looked around and rested his cheek against the cool floor. That had been some nightmare.
He had dreamt that Lois had been stringing him up over a pit of glowing green kryptonite while screaming, “How fucking dare you keep such a story from me!”
He shivered. It was just that he had wanted to face Lex alone. He did not want her to be there to put her two cents in. Lex had hurt him…deeply…and it was his business.
He closed his eyes and tried to push it all to the back of his mind. At times, he wished that he could get struck with amnesia again. It would make things so much simpler.
He could still remember the pain Lex’s betrayal had stabbed through his heart like an icy blade made from kryptonite. He had given his innocence to the one person he thought would never hurt him in a million years.
“It’s better to be alone,” Clark whispered to the dust bunnies under his bed, “Nobody can hurt you.”
That was when he looked up to see the time and turned white. Perry was going to rant while Lois flayed him alive. Chloe, of course, would laugh, while Jimmy took really bad pictures of the whole ordeal.
He screamed for his alarm clock as he sent it sailing across the room to shatter against the stone wall. Where the hell were his pants? Had he picked up his dry cleaning?
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“No,” Jason purred in his sleep as he squirmed and gripped tightly at his sheets, “Super…don’t…quit jerking my whip!”
His cat green eyes snapped open with golden slits and he hissed. In a fluid like motion, he sat straight up in his bed to stretch lazily. He popped his neck and then rolled his eyes as he moaned. He fucking creamed himself in his sleep.
The fine hair on the back of his neck and arms prickled as he remembered that big, bronze body pressing down on top of his. That hot mouth had been on his throat and that scorching tongue had driven him crazy with desire. It had been Superman, and he had had on nothing but that skimpy yellow mask.
He saw that Endymion was curled up at the foot of his bed staring at him in what seemed like reproach. Jason swore he could hear his kitty talking to him.
“How dare you go and wake me up,” that male kitty voice hissed, “I was dreaming of fish and mice being served to me in big silver bowls.”
“Well,” Jason huffed as he bounced to his feet, “I never.”
Endymion meowed and stretched out to just watch his master.
Jason looked at the time and decided that he would go in late today. That bald bitch could get his own goddamn coffee and prepare his own fucking speeches. He was going to do some window shopping. Robbing that ATM had been a cinch after he had escaped that sexy alien’s clutches.
He stood completely naked before his mirror and put a white hand to his pale throat where his dream Superman had relentlessly tortured. He trembled a little and that dreamy look in his eyes turned to frigid ire.
He was going to make Luthor pay. He was going to make him squirm like a bald worm on a hook over a den of catfish.
He struck a quick pose in front of the mirror like Victoria Beckham, “Meow.”
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 Seven
Jason pounced through his open window to land gently on his feet. He had had so much fun and he was completely smitten with the man behind the alien who wore the yellow mask.
He had made one of Lex’s department stars go boom and he had taken on the Man of Steel all by himself. His self-esteem was on cloud nine. He almost did a happy little jig.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he cooed as he bent down and picked up Endymion who had been purring at his feet, “I’ve had such a good time.”
Endymion pawed at his leather mask and he took it off. His curly blonde locks fell around his flawless paper white face as he nuzzled his precious close.
“Next time I’ll take you with me,” he said and carried Endymion into the kitchen to sit him down on the little table.
He frolicked over and opened up the fridge to hiss, “Damn! I forgot to get milk.”
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“Sweetheart, I’m home,” Clark called out as he flew through his open balcony door to land softly on his feet, “Oh, I forgot, I’m all alone.”
He kicked off his boots and removed his cape before making down his lonely bed. He was exhausted and his mind was reeling. There was no way he was going to be able to get that kitty out of his mind. He had gotten his ass of steel handed to him.
In a flash, he was completely naked and in the shower. Steam billowed all around him as he washed the daily grime away. All he could focus on was that alabaster body splashed with liquid darkness.
His left hand glided down his bronze tummy of steel to grip his…what the fuck was he doing? He almost stumbled and would have crashed through the glass door if he had not caught himself.
He leaned back against the marble wall and ran his hands through his dark hair. This was something that he was going to blame on physical and mental exhaustion.
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“Kent,” Perry White bellowed at the top of his lungs in the news room, “Kent!”
Lois rolled her eyes and got to her feet to face him, “What are you howling about now?”
“Shut it,” Perry growled, “I need to know if Clark got that story on Luthor yet.”
Lois blinked, “Story? Luthor?”
“Shit,” Perry hissed, “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Why that rotten, no good, dirty little sneak,” Lois snarled in anger.
“Have you all seen this,” Chloe asked as she came walking in with Jimmy.
Lois took the pictures from her and whistled, “Who is the Puss in Boots?”
“A frightened eyewitness said that he calls himself, Madkat,” Jimmy said as he handed her some more pictures from the destroyed department store and some taken by a robbed ATM machine, “The witness said that Madkat saved him and then revealed that he was a little crazy.”
“A little,” Lois asked and held up a picture, “The guy is jump roping with a leather whip in break neck heels.”
“Where is Kent,” Perry roared as he looked the pictures over to, “If I don’t have that story on Luthor, run this instead.”
“Gotcha, Chief,” Lois smiled even though she was fuming. How could Smallville keep a story like that from her? They were partners! Partners!
Chloe held up an article on Madkat, “Already ready, Miss Lane.”
Lois closed her eyes, sighed, and then opened them wide to scream at the top of her lungs, “Smallville!”
Chloe snickered and kissed Jimmy on the cheek, “At least you caught Cobra, Lois.”
“That scaly bitch can eat shit and die,” Lois snarled as she stormed off in a huff, “Where the hell is Smallville?!”
Perry bit his bottom lip, “I really shouldn’t have told her that.”
“Smallville,” Lois shrieked as she checked under her coffee cup, “Show your dorky face!”
88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Clark rolled over to let out a yelp when he hit the ground. He looked around and rested his cheek against the cool floor. That had been some nightmare.
He had dreamt that Lois had been stringing him up over a pit of glowing green kryptonite while screaming, “How fucking dare you keep such a story from me!”
He shivered. It was just that he had wanted to face Lex alone. He did not want her to be there to put her two cents in. Lex had hurt him…deeply…and it was his business.
He closed his eyes and tried to push it all to the back of his mind. At times, he wished that he could get struck with amnesia again. It would make things so much simpler.
He could still remember the pain Lex’s betrayal had stabbed through his heart like an icy blade made from kryptonite. He had given his innocence to the one person he thought would never hurt him in a million years.
“It’s better to be alone,” Clark whispered to the dust bunnies under his bed, “Nobody can hurt you.”
That was when he looked up to see the time and turned white. Perry was going to rant while Lois flayed him alive. Chloe, of course, would laugh, while Jimmy took really bad pictures of the whole ordeal.
He screamed for his alarm clock as he sent it sailing across the room to shatter against the stone wall. Where the hell were his pants? Had he picked up his dry cleaning?
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“No,” Jason purred in his sleep as he squirmed and gripped tightly at his sheets, “Super…don’t…quit jerking my whip!”
His cat green eyes snapped open with golden slits and he hissed. In a fluid like motion, he sat straight up in his bed to stretch lazily. He popped his neck and then rolled his eyes as he moaned. He fucking creamed himself in his sleep.
The fine hair on the back of his neck and arms prickled as he remembered that big, bronze body pressing down on top of his. That hot mouth had been on his throat and that scorching tongue had driven him crazy with desire. It had been Superman, and he had had on nothing but that skimpy yellow mask.
He saw that Endymion was curled up at the foot of his bed staring at him in what seemed like reproach. Jason swore he could hear his kitty talking to him.
“How dare you go and wake me up,” that male kitty voice hissed, “I was dreaming of fish and mice being served to me in big silver bowls.”
“Well,” Jason huffed as he bounced to his feet, “I never.”
Endymion meowed and stretched out to just watch his master.
Jason looked at the time and decided that he would go in late today. That bald bitch could get his own goddamn coffee and prepare his own fucking speeches. He was going to do some window shopping. Robbing that ATM had been a cinch after he had escaped that sexy alien’s clutches.
He stood completely naked before his mirror and put a white hand to his pale throat where his dream Superman had relentlessly tortured. He trembled a little and that dreamy look in his eyes turned to frigid ire.
He was going to make Luthor pay. He was going to make him squirm like a bald worm on a hook over a den of catfish.
He struck a quick pose in front of the mirror like Victoria Beckham, “Meow.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.