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Next three and whoa did I beat the total of 600 words today, that last one isn't really a snippet, damned bunny demanded to be written in full even though I didn't actually intend to write pron in it. Oh well. I'm sure you wont mind. Send me my next set soon please and I'll try to do them this w/e.
Fatherhood
"I mean, seriously Beetle stop laughing. I mean...BEETLE!"
Ted tried really hard but it was just too good. Controlling the giggles just made him shake right off his chair and he gave in, snickering from the floor, one hand pointed up at his best friend.
Booster tried to ignore him. Turned pleadingly towards Green Lantern. "Why me? I mean really, why did she do it to me?" He looked up at the green clad man, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling.
Hal rubbed his hand through his hair, barely hiding his own amused (and slightly scandalised) smirk. "If I were you, I wouldn't mind too much Booster. It's growing really quick, only two more months and you'll be able to start training him, or her, soon. Think about it, your own little sidekick."
Booster paused in his whining. He looked very thoughtful. One hand settled on his swelling stomach. A slow smile spread across his face, this might not be too bad after all. He'd have a family again.
Hal stirred. "Zatanna may have been angry at you but I think this will turn out all right." (One half of the Blue and Gold comedy team would be out for months; the league would be able to relax for a while, free of practical jokes.)
The room was blissfully silent for a minute. Then Guy Gardner walked in.
He just stood and stared at first, unbelieving, and then started to chuckle. Soon through wheezing gasps he got out one sentence.
"Who's the father Boost?"
Hal's smirk widened as he watched the dawning horror in Blue Beetle's eyes.
Word Count: 270
At The Lip of Hell
He stood at the edge of the Lazarus pit, watching the thick liquid bubbling at his feet. The smell was thick and cloying, death, rotting flesh and smoke. His arms ached from the weight of the body he cradled to his chest.
He kneeled slowly and with whispered apologies let it sink into the depths.
He stayed, pressed close to the ground, hard rocks digging, punishing, into his shins.
Tears trekked slowly over his domino mask and left twin trails in the dust and ash on his cheeks. His black hair was heavy with the stuff; it streaked his costume and covered the small amount of exposed skin on his face and where his enemies had torn gaping holes in his armour.
Nothing was happening.
He sagged, defeated. All this for nothing. Stealing away his body, hiding it until he could get here, half way across the world from his city of bats and darkness and the damn Lazarus pit wasn’t working.
He didn’t have much time anyway, the league had followed him. Even with all Bruce’s orders hanging over his head, all his teaching, he’d still come here to do this evil, knowing how wrong it was. An abomination. That’s what he was willing to make. That’s what he’d been willing to fight his way through the league to create.
But if even the smallest chance existed he would go to hell and back to get his love, his little wing, back and he wouldn’t allow anything or anyone to stop him.
And so he waiting, crouched gargoyle like, at the lip of hell waiting for his Robin to come back to him.
Word count: 281
A Purrfect Punishment.
Guy was furious.
Guy was also a tiny bit scared.
Guy was hiding.
On top of a bank of computers in the orbiting watch tower.
He was curled up in as little a ball as he could, tail tucked between his legs.
Hal was looking for him. It was after all a little bit strange that after a short conversation with Zatanna the man had simply disappeared. After some asking around he’d found out that the magic-user had disliked Guy’s constant teasing of Booster Gold’s current condition and it was always bad for anyone that irritated that woman.
His ring had said that Guy could be found somewhere here in the computer room. At first he couldn’t see anyone in the large room but just as he was turning to leave he caught a glimpse of something glowing green, high up on top of the central computer.
He floated up slowly and smiled at the man hiding in the shadows.
Guy hissed at him.
Hal twitched back a foot in surprise. Insults and cursing he would have expected but hissing and snarling like a cornered tom cat was new.
Reaching out with a giant green hand he scooped up the other man, holding him far enough away to miss the swipe at his arm. He stared at the redhead, hanging by the scruff of his neck and looking really angry. And rather cattish.
He had a long orange tail which at the moment was puffed up just like a regular cat’s and lashing violently. His ears laid back against his skull, where hard to see but looked really soft. A quick glance confirmed that he’d been right to avoid the hands. Tiny, but very sharp, claws flashed.
Guy bared sharp fangs at him. He was confused and running on pure instinct. All he wanted was to get away and hide until he felt more at ease but this man was in his way. And regardless to his anger and fear, he didn’t want to hurt the man. Hence why he’d pulled the claws when he’d recognised the other Lantern.
Hal set him gently on the ground and curiously, cautiously, reached out a hand to touch one soft furred ear. Stroked it gently, amazed by the silkiness of it. Guy stiffened, but instead of retreating, he thrust his head under the stroking hand, pleasure washing over him. A deep rumbling purr started low in his chest and Hal found himself knocked to the ground with a lap full of happy cat-Guy.
With the settling of his emotions sense had come back to Guy and he realised where he was. Now thinking about he realised he could either act his normal self and piss off while ripping holes in Hal for PETTING him or he could lay back and enjoy it. One hand dropped to curiously stroke the length of his tail and that made his decision very easy.
He settled in against Hal’s muscled body and gave himself over to the cat, fingers kneading at the strong thighs under him. He purred hard enough that Hal could feel the vibrations right through his whole body and stretched up slowly to lick at the underneath of Hal’s chin. Faint hint of sweat and aftershave on the smooth skin. He nipped lightly at the other’s jaw and raised himself slightly to smirk into shocked brown eyes. Pressed himself firmly against the hardness against his stomach and kept purring.
Hal felt his insides twist, no matter how much he’d come to respect and like the other man he couldn’t use him like this. He couldn’t take advantage of another like this. He had to go.
He tried to stand, but was held, pinned by the heavier man in his lap. Looked down into worried green eyes.
“Hal?” Guy pulled away slightly, ears down again and cheeks flushing. He must have been mistaken; the greatest Green Lantern would ever like an asshole like him, not like that. “I...sorry...I shouldn’t have...I...” He was already retreating, glancing around for a way out, feline instincts telling him that after doing something really stupid he should hide (or pretend it hadn’t happened but that was hardly possible here).
Seeing the shame, the fear and the undeniable intelligence in the other Hal reached out, if Guy wanted this and knew what was going on, that changed things. He grabbed at a wrist and tugged, pushed at a struggling foot and gained a lap full of skittish cat. With his free hand he reached out and stoked up and over one ear and raked his fingers through short ginger hair. Rubbed softly until he gained an unwilling purr.
“Hey. C’mon Guy, I’m sorry, just didn’t want to...if you weren’t you...” He trailed off unsure of himself. He really just didn’t know what to do or say to fix this. He didn’t even know why he wanted it so much, or for how long he’d wanted this. His fellow Lantern slowly relaxed in his lap, all hard, solid muscle and attitude. It just felt right. Guy had been the first to trust him again after the whole Parallax thing and had always stood at his side, even if he was an asshole about it sometimes; he’d also taken punishment from the Guardians for him.
It felt right to pull the man up and kiss him. A firm kiss but Hal wouldn’t push it further without permission. He pulled back and stared into shocked green eyes, watched them darken. The smirk that spread, slow and sexy, should always be there. He was thrown back hard and Guy pounced on him, growling. For an instant he thought he had gone too far but then Guy was on him kissing him, hard and hungry, nipping at his lips until he opened his mouth to the assault.
Everything about Guy was aggressive. His tail flicked slowly as he crouched over Hal, claws slid in and out just brushing Hal’s forearms which Guy held pressed to the ground on either side of his head. His knees bracketed strong hips and he slowly lowered himself pushing Hal into the ground with his weight. He devoured the mouth under his like a starving animal, claiming every inch possessively.
He pulled back far enough to stare down at Hal and growled. “Mine.”
The dark hair man grinned slowly and wriggled until he got a hand free. He slid it down Guy’s side, tracing powerful muscles. This man had never had the lithe body of many of the younger heroes but Hal loved the solid feel of hard muscles under his palm, the thin material of the Lantern’s uniform irritating for the first time. He wanted skin.
At Hal’s frustrated noises and scratching at his side Guy laughed and with a flash of green light dissolved the offending uniform.
He wore nothing under it. Never had. What was the need when one could create other clothes instantly?
Hal grinned approvingly. He slid his hand further down slightly furry skin curiously and settled his hand finally on one firm cheek. Guy smirked down at him and tugged lightly at his uniform, which he obligingly removed too with a flicker of power. Damn these rings were useful things.
Hands skidded over his chest, followed quickly by a greedy mouth and wickedly sharp teeth. Guy nipped at the firm muscle below one nipple, winced at the beading of blood and licked it up apologetically. Was almost lifted of the ground by Hal’s shocked thrust. Grinned at the deep groan and nipped harder. He traced the line of blood down the heaving chest and lapped it out of Hal’s belly button, tongue thrusting suggestively. He smirked at the bitten off moans of the man under him and the helpless shuddering of his muscles.
Hal shifted his grip and ran his hand down the length of the furry tail, grinning as Guy couldn’t help but thrust down into him.
“I really like your tail.” He leered up at the panting man. He continued rubbing circles in the fur with his thumb. Guy growled against him, sliding up until he could bite down on Hal’s throat, riding out the whole body thrust that lifted them both and held on, pinning down the taller man and lining them up.
They moaned together and twisted, Hal locking his legs around Guy’s thighs to hold them as close together as he could without removing his hand from the ridiculously sexy tail and twisted his other hand into ginger hair as well as he was able to keep those fangs in his neck. The sharp pain probably shouldn’t make this even better but it did.
Guy growled into the muscle of Hal’s throat and trusting the other’s grip on his thighs to hold them together grabbed at Hal’s hips and rose to his knees. He thrust hard against the other man, releasing one hand from its bruising hold to slip between them to scratch lightly at one nipple. He could feel the vibrations of Hal’s grunts and groans against his tongue, feel the hot, spicy blood filling his mouth slowly and gave in to the feel of everything.
Guy collapsed on top of the other man, shifting slightly to roll them sideways so he could get a hand in and wrapped around Hal’s slippery member and drag him down with him.
Hal slumped bonelessly against him, exhausted and feeling better than he had in ages. They relaxed, legs still entwined for a few minutes. Until something occurred to Hal. He pulled away quickly, swearing. Guy blinked up at him, confused.
“Oh shit! Guy this is the Tower!” The other man looked at him blankly. “Batman has cameras in every room!” Understanding dawned. Guy swore and quickly made himself a new uniform, after a pause he made one for Hal too, who seemed too freaked out to do it for himself.
Deep under Gotham city in a dark cave filled with the twittering of bats two young men sat back with twin frowns of disappointment.
Robin turned and grinned up at Nightwing. “See. I told you hacking into Bruce’s camera network was a good idea.” Dick just leered down at him as the younger boy saved the file.
Word count: Wow! I think I blew the snippet thing here: 1719. That’s the longest slashy thing I’ve ever written Go me!
Woot!
Fatherhood
"I mean, seriously Beetle stop laughing. I mean...BEETLE!"
Ted tried really hard but it was just too good. Controlling the giggles just made him shake right off his chair and he gave in, snickering from the floor, one hand pointed up at his best friend.
Booster tried to ignore him. Turned pleadingly towards Green Lantern. "Why me? I mean really, why did she do it to me?" He looked up at the green clad man, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling.
Hal rubbed his hand through his hair, barely hiding his own amused (and slightly scandalised) smirk. "If I were you, I wouldn't mind too much Booster. It's growing really quick, only two more months and you'll be able to start training him, or her, soon. Think about it, your own little sidekick."
Booster paused in his whining. He looked very thoughtful. One hand settled on his swelling stomach. A slow smile spread across his face, this might not be too bad after all. He'd have a family again.
Hal stirred. "Zatanna may have been angry at you but I think this will turn out all right." (One half of the Blue and Gold comedy team would be out for months; the league would be able to relax for a while, free of practical jokes.)
The room was blissfully silent for a minute. Then Guy Gardner walked in.
He just stood and stared at first, unbelieving, and then started to chuckle. Soon through wheezing gasps he got out one sentence.
"Who's the father Boost?"
Hal's smirk widened as he watched the dawning horror in Blue Beetle's eyes.
Word Count: 270
At The Lip of Hell
He stood at the edge of the Lazarus pit, watching the thick liquid bubbling at his feet. The smell was thick and cloying, death, rotting flesh and smoke. His arms ached from the weight of the body he cradled to his chest.
He kneeled slowly and with whispered apologies let it sink into the depths.
He stayed, pressed close to the ground, hard rocks digging, punishing, into his shins.
Tears trekked slowly over his domino mask and left twin trails in the dust and ash on his cheeks. His black hair was heavy with the stuff; it streaked his costume and covered the small amount of exposed skin on his face and where his enemies had torn gaping holes in his armour.
Nothing was happening.
He sagged, defeated. All this for nothing. Stealing away his body, hiding it until he could get here, half way across the world from his city of bats and darkness and the damn Lazarus pit wasn’t working.
He didn’t have much time anyway, the league had followed him. Even with all Bruce’s orders hanging over his head, all his teaching, he’d still come here to do this evil, knowing how wrong it was. An abomination. That’s what he was willing to make. That’s what he’d been willing to fight his way through the league to create.
But if even the smallest chance existed he would go to hell and back to get his love, his little wing, back and he wouldn’t allow anything or anyone to stop him.
And so he waiting, crouched gargoyle like, at the lip of hell waiting for his Robin to come back to him.
Word count: 281
A Purrfect Punishment.
Guy was furious.
Guy was also a tiny bit scared.
Guy was hiding.
On top of a bank of computers in the orbiting watch tower.
He was curled up in as little a ball as he could, tail tucked between his legs.
Hal was looking for him. It was after all a little bit strange that after a short conversation with Zatanna the man had simply disappeared. After some asking around he’d found out that the magic-user had disliked Guy’s constant teasing of Booster Gold’s current condition and it was always bad for anyone that irritated that woman.
His ring had said that Guy could be found somewhere here in the computer room. At first he couldn’t see anyone in the large room but just as he was turning to leave he caught a glimpse of something glowing green, high up on top of the central computer.
He floated up slowly and smiled at the man hiding in the shadows.
Guy hissed at him.
Hal twitched back a foot in surprise. Insults and cursing he would have expected but hissing and snarling like a cornered tom cat was new.
Reaching out with a giant green hand he scooped up the other man, holding him far enough away to miss the swipe at his arm. He stared at the redhead, hanging by the scruff of his neck and looking really angry. And rather cattish.
He had a long orange tail which at the moment was puffed up just like a regular cat’s and lashing violently. His ears laid back against his skull, where hard to see but looked really soft. A quick glance confirmed that he’d been right to avoid the hands. Tiny, but very sharp, claws flashed.
Guy bared sharp fangs at him. He was confused and running on pure instinct. All he wanted was to get away and hide until he felt more at ease but this man was in his way. And regardless to his anger and fear, he didn’t want to hurt the man. Hence why he’d pulled the claws when he’d recognised the other Lantern.
Hal set him gently on the ground and curiously, cautiously, reached out a hand to touch one soft furred ear. Stroked it gently, amazed by the silkiness of it. Guy stiffened, but instead of retreating, he thrust his head under the stroking hand, pleasure washing over him. A deep rumbling purr started low in his chest and Hal found himself knocked to the ground with a lap full of happy cat-Guy.
With the settling of his emotions sense had come back to Guy and he realised where he was. Now thinking about he realised he could either act his normal self and piss off while ripping holes in Hal for PETTING him or he could lay back and enjoy it. One hand dropped to curiously stroke the length of his tail and that made his decision very easy.
He settled in against Hal’s muscled body and gave himself over to the cat, fingers kneading at the strong thighs under him. He purred hard enough that Hal could feel the vibrations right through his whole body and stretched up slowly to lick at the underneath of Hal’s chin. Faint hint of sweat and aftershave on the smooth skin. He nipped lightly at the other’s jaw and raised himself slightly to smirk into shocked brown eyes. Pressed himself firmly against the hardness against his stomach and kept purring.
Hal felt his insides twist, no matter how much he’d come to respect and like the other man he couldn’t use him like this. He couldn’t take advantage of another like this. He had to go.
He tried to stand, but was held, pinned by the heavier man in his lap. Looked down into worried green eyes.
“Hal?” Guy pulled away slightly, ears down again and cheeks flushing. He must have been mistaken; the greatest Green Lantern would ever like an asshole like him, not like that. “I...sorry...I shouldn’t have...I...” He was already retreating, glancing around for a way out, feline instincts telling him that after doing something really stupid he should hide (or pretend it hadn’t happened but that was hardly possible here).
Seeing the shame, the fear and the undeniable intelligence in the other Hal reached out, if Guy wanted this and knew what was going on, that changed things. He grabbed at a wrist and tugged, pushed at a struggling foot and gained a lap full of skittish cat. With his free hand he reached out and stoked up and over one ear and raked his fingers through short ginger hair. Rubbed softly until he gained an unwilling purr.
“Hey. C’mon Guy, I’m sorry, just didn’t want to...if you weren’t you...” He trailed off unsure of himself. He really just didn’t know what to do or say to fix this. He didn’t even know why he wanted it so much, or for how long he’d wanted this. His fellow Lantern slowly relaxed in his lap, all hard, solid muscle and attitude. It just felt right. Guy had been the first to trust him again after the whole Parallax thing and had always stood at his side, even if he was an asshole about it sometimes; he’d also taken punishment from the Guardians for him.
It felt right to pull the man up and kiss him. A firm kiss but Hal wouldn’t push it further without permission. He pulled back and stared into shocked green eyes, watched them darken. The smirk that spread, slow and sexy, should always be there. He was thrown back hard and Guy pounced on him, growling. For an instant he thought he had gone too far but then Guy was on him kissing him, hard and hungry, nipping at his lips until he opened his mouth to the assault.
Everything about Guy was aggressive. His tail flicked slowly as he crouched over Hal, claws slid in and out just brushing Hal’s forearms which Guy held pressed to the ground on either side of his head. His knees bracketed strong hips and he slowly lowered himself pushing Hal into the ground with his weight. He devoured the mouth under his like a starving animal, claiming every inch possessively.
He pulled back far enough to stare down at Hal and growled. “Mine.”
The dark hair man grinned slowly and wriggled until he got a hand free. He slid it down Guy’s side, tracing powerful muscles. This man had never had the lithe body of many of the younger heroes but Hal loved the solid feel of hard muscles under his palm, the thin material of the Lantern’s uniform irritating for the first time. He wanted skin.
At Hal’s frustrated noises and scratching at his side Guy laughed and with a flash of green light dissolved the offending uniform.
He wore nothing under it. Never had. What was the need when one could create other clothes instantly?
Hal grinned approvingly. He slid his hand further down slightly furry skin curiously and settled his hand finally on one firm cheek. Guy smirked down at him and tugged lightly at his uniform, which he obligingly removed too with a flicker of power. Damn these rings were useful things.
Hands skidded over his chest, followed quickly by a greedy mouth and wickedly sharp teeth. Guy nipped at the firm muscle below one nipple, winced at the beading of blood and licked it up apologetically. Was almost lifted of the ground by Hal’s shocked thrust. Grinned at the deep groan and nipped harder. He traced the line of blood down the heaving chest and lapped it out of Hal’s belly button, tongue thrusting suggestively. He smirked at the bitten off moans of the man under him and the helpless shuddering of his muscles.
Hal shifted his grip and ran his hand down the length of the furry tail, grinning as Guy couldn’t help but thrust down into him.
“I really like your tail.” He leered up at the panting man. He continued rubbing circles in the fur with his thumb. Guy growled against him, sliding up until he could bite down on Hal’s throat, riding out the whole body thrust that lifted them both and held on, pinning down the taller man and lining them up.
They moaned together and twisted, Hal locking his legs around Guy’s thighs to hold them as close together as he could without removing his hand from the ridiculously sexy tail and twisted his other hand into ginger hair as well as he was able to keep those fangs in his neck. The sharp pain probably shouldn’t make this even better but it did.
Guy growled into the muscle of Hal’s throat and trusting the other’s grip on his thighs to hold them together grabbed at Hal’s hips and rose to his knees. He thrust hard against the other man, releasing one hand from its bruising hold to slip between them to scratch lightly at one nipple. He could feel the vibrations of Hal’s grunts and groans against his tongue, feel the hot, spicy blood filling his mouth slowly and gave in to the feel of everything.
Guy collapsed on top of the other man, shifting slightly to roll them sideways so he could get a hand in and wrapped around Hal’s slippery member and drag him down with him.
Hal slumped bonelessly against him, exhausted and feeling better than he had in ages. They relaxed, legs still entwined for a few minutes. Until something occurred to Hal. He pulled away quickly, swearing. Guy blinked up at him, confused.
“Oh shit! Guy this is the Tower!” The other man looked at him blankly. “Batman has cameras in every room!” Understanding dawned. Guy swore and quickly made himself a new uniform, after a pause he made one for Hal too, who seemed too freaked out to do it for himself.
Deep under Gotham city in a dark cave filled with the twittering of bats two young men sat back with twin frowns of disappointment.
Robin turned and grinned up at Nightwing. “See. I told you hacking into Bruce’s camera network was a good idea.” Dick just leered down at him as the younger boy saved the file.
Word count: Wow! I think I blew the snippet thing here: 1719. That’s the longest slashy thing I’ve ever written Go me!
Woot!