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 Eight

Breaking into Luthorcorp was easier than snatching a mouse by the tail. What could that hairless rat be thinking? For a billionaire, his security could be a lot better. This was not even a challenge. Hell, it was almost boring. He should have just pranced through the fucking front doors. The guards would have probably creamed themselves and he could have taken the elevator. It would have saved him from all this climbing.

“Ah,” Jason purred as he peeked through the glass Window into Lex’s office, “Looks like the rat bastard is working late tonight…”

He chuckled darkly as he crawled around to another empty office. This was going to be some fun after all.

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“I don’t care if you have to stick a crucifix up her peesh and give it a good twirl for Jesus,” Lex spat into the phone, “Just make that witch talk!”

He slammed the phone down and took a seat at his desk in a huff. Why was he surrounded by such incompetent fools? He had plans, and nobody was going to fucking stand in his way.

All of a sudden he heard the violent snap of what sounded like a whip and something hit the floor with a loud thump. What the fuck was that?

He got to his feet only to freeze when one of his big wooden doors were kicked down. Why the hell was Super…and that’s not Superman.

Lex’s eyes widened. There was a sexy kitty cat standing on the top of his fallen door with a whip in hand.

“Who are you,” Lex asked while reaching under his desk for the button to call security, “What do you want?”

Jason leaped across the room to land on top of his desk and promptly bitch slapped the bastard to the floor with a hiss. Lex fell onto his side and smacked his head against the hard ground with a thump.

Jason jumped off the desk to stand over Lex’s unconscious form. He was seriously thinking about just stomping his stupid face in with his heel. It would be so easy to just string him up and watch him piss himself as he danced his way straight to the Land of the Dead.

He cackled madly and kicked Lex’s unconscious form out of the way. He took a seat at his desk and started to type away on Lex’s personal computer.

Breaking into his files was almost as easy as breaking in here. Gods, could he be any less predictable? Stupid man! His passwords were so damn easy.

“What the hell,” he hissed when he saw the incantations pop up with weird symbols and whatnot. Some were translated into English, but the others looked to still be in Latin. What the hell was this?

He slid a CD into the drive and quickly pressed save. What the hell was this bastard up too?

Lex moaned and Jason was on top of him in an instant. He gazed down at the rat and hissed.

“I think I’ll use you as a scratching post,” Jason chuckled darkly and his claws extended from out of his gloves. He was just about to swipe him a good one across the face when someone from behind snatched his wrist in a grip of steel. He hissed and managed to punch Lex in the nose with his free hand while retracting his claws.

Lex’s head smacked the ground again and he was out like a light.

“Super,” Jason purred when the sex alien pulled him up rather roughly, “Miss me?”

“Not really,” Clark said and looked down at Lex, “What did you do?”

“What does it look like,” Jason hissed and broke loose, “I punched the bastard’s lights out.”

He flipped over backwards, snatched up his whip, and sent it wrapping around Clark’s neck with a snap. Clark gripped at it only to cry out and fall to his knees in pain.

“Like my new toy,” Jason asked as he slipped the CD into a protective case and put it into his pack, “I made it especially to play with you, Super.”

Clark fell over onto his side as the crazy cat cut off his air supply with a violent jerk of the whip. He kicked his legs and fought to free himself, but was too weak.

Long shapely legs splashed with liquid darkness stood over him and he gazed up into the cat’s eyes with angry green ones. He was gagging for air and his lungs were burning for it.

Jason cocked his head to the side as he gazed down at him with a wicked grin, “The Man of Steel at my feet. Why don’t you tell me what it feels like to be beaten by a pussy?”

He jerked Clark up and kicked him in the chest with the strength of a lion. Clark went flying back with the whip uncoiling from around his neck, and he went flying through the glass windows to vanish from sight.

Jason laughed maniacally and jumped up and down clapping his hands with joy. That had been so much fun. Superman was so hot when he was weakened and down on his knees.

“Uh, oh,” he said when he heard a gun being cocked. He spun around to see Lex holding a bang-bang on him.

“Don’t you know,” Jason asked with insane green eyes that burned with madness and rage as the rat bastard stumbled to his feet, “Cat’s have nine lives.”

“Here’s one less,” Lex spat and fired the gun on him.

Jason was suddenly looking at a bullet being held right between his eyes. He looked over and up into Superman’s masked face and smiled.

“Heroes,” he snarled and then lashed out like lighting with his whip, “Always expecting a big thank you.”

The gun was knocked from Lex’s hand by the whip and Clark fell to his knees in pain.

“See you,” Jason laughed and jumped from the shattered window.

“Stay back Luthor,” Clark warned in that deep Superman growl, “Or I’ll smash you just for witnessing my humiliation.”

“Now he threatens me with violence,” Lex sighed nasally as he held his bloody nose, “What the hell was that?”

“Someone who obviously hates you,” Clark snarled and flew out the window.

“Thanks,” Lex hollered after him, “For nothing!”

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Jason watched Superman fly out from Lex’s window to suddenly vanish in a blur. That was so cool. He was so fucking hot.

He looked over at the Santa Clause statue standing beside him and hissed, “What are you so jolly about, fat boy?”

He turned around and ran right smack into Superman’s “S.” He stumbled back from the impact and Clark caught his wrist to keep him from tumbling off the roof.

“You just don’t know when to give up,” Jason said only to gasp when Superman snatched his whip and sent it into orbit.

He struggled only to have Superman growl, jerk him around violently, and push him to the snowy ground of the roof. Jason fell onto his back with the wind knocked out of him.

“That hurt,” he wheezed as he lied there in the cold snow.

He cringed when Superman was suddenly floating over him and he looked really pissed, “Like what you did to me?”

“Okay, you win,” Jason said moving to sit up only to have a big hand press firmly down on his hard chest.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Clark said.

Jason moved to punch at him but Clark pinned his wrists over his head and straddled that narrow leather tight waist.

“Who are you,” Clark asked.

“A pissed of putty tat,” Jason spat and struggled to no avail

“Answer me,” Clark yelled and applied pressure to those leather covered wrists.

Jason hissed in pain and excitement, “You’re such a bully.”

“Why were you trying to kill Lex,” Clark snarled only inches from that paper white face.

“My business,” Jason said and was really enjoying this alone time with the Man of Steel.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” Clark warned as he applied a little more pressure to make Jason wince.

“Go right ahead,” Jason hissed and struggled, “It’s what you big bullies do.”

Clark blinked and lightened his grip just a little. God those lips were so red and kissable.

“Please,” Jason whispered and looked into those green eyes behind the yellow mask, “Let me go?”

“What do you have against Luthor,” Clark asked.

“Do you like being on top,” Jason asked with a wink, “Super?”

“You’re enjoying this,” Clark said in surprise and then asked, “Aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” Jason purred with a big grin, “You kept my pretty head from splattering all over Luthor’s ugly white walls.”

“You’re crazy,” Clark said.

“Only a little bit,” Jason laughed and suddenly broke free from Clark’s grasp and kicked him in the chest, “And there’s your thank you.”

Clark fell over backwards and landed on his back in surprise. That was when the sickness kicked in. Did that pussy have a whole hoard of kryptonite in his litter box?

Jason crawled on top of Clark and smiled down into his pain filled eyes as he showed him his kryptonite claws.

“You’re like catnip to a boy like me,” Jason purred as he retracted all his claws but one, “Handsome, dazed, and to die for.”

“You could have broken free at any time,” Clark said trying hard to fight the pain, “Why now?”

Jason sniffed along his exposed skin and nearly swooned, “Because you smell so good.”

Jason looked up to see what had caught the Man of Steel’s attention. The two of them were directly under a sprig of hanging mistletoe.

“Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it,” Clark said and the cat looked back down at him with those mystic green eyes.

“Ah, but a kiss can be even deadlier,” Jason purred as he moved his hips to make the Man of Steel moan in surprise, “If you mean it.”

His green eyes widened in surprise when the cat licked him across his lips.

“I’m going to go now, Super,” Jason said as all his claws became extended and glowed poisonous green, “And this is so you don’t follow.”

“Wait,” Clark moaned but was in too much pain to move.

Jason jumped off the roof to land on his feet in the snow covered street below. He took off like a black blur across the white snow with the grace of a sensual panther. He smiled but did not look back.

Clark stumbled to his feet with a groan and shook his head. He was starting to feel better but his head was still swimming. That was when he realized that he had creamed the front of his super suit.

“Shit,” he hissed and looked up at the mistletoe.

He burned it to a crisp.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.