Newbie offers fic
Now that I finally got around to posting this I feel better already.
Tittle:
Pussy Cat
(Catman - Tom Blake, Deadshot - Floyd Lawton)
When he first reached out to try it had been just a vague curiosity and had nearly gotten him killed. The blades pressed hard enough to his stomach to draw a ribbon of blood had put him off for a while.
He wasn't a cat himself but that hadn't stopped the strong draw of curiosity. He'd come back to try again. And he'd had a knife pressed to his throat that time.
It wasn't until about the seventh time he tried that Catman had allowed it. They'd been working together for only a couple of weeks and it was still during the whole Villain war thing that damned Luthor had started. He'd finally been able to get a hand on the other man's ear and scratched. He'd half expected the purr but it had still startled him.
Blake had pulled away looking angry and embarrassed.
It had been another two weeks before he'd gotten the chance again. Two months before the man had settled down enough to lie next to him and just let him scratch at his ears; he had purred so hard that first time that the whole couch had vibrated with it.
Today Catman was kneeling between his legs, one hand braced against Deadshot's thigh as he stitched the short cut over his hipbone. Large hands held the needle with care and he moved with an almost startling gentleness, like a lion with its cubs. Lawton waited, barely flinching at the draw of metal against his flesh until the job was finished and the sterilised pad taped on. Before Blake could move away he reached out and scratched one bare ear.
He gripped the man between his thigh and felt muscles stiffen as the man drew back a little. But when he turned the scratch into something more of a pat the other villain relaxed against him, purr starting to rumble in his chest.
Pulling him closer, up against his chest Lawton stroked along his back and sides, down to his flanks and up again. Catman slowly settled against him only to startle when his stomach brushed up against something hard. As far as he remembered Deadshot had put down his gun harness before sitting on the edge of the lounge to get his wound treated. A glance to the side confirmed this; the harness with all of it's guns lay in a careless pile on the coffee table.
He smirked slightly and pushed up against the other man, hard, tumbling him back on the ratty cushions. He drove the other man down into the lounge, pressing him in with his body and ground his hips into the other's.
Deadshot let out a shout, surprise mixing with shocked lust, and tried to push his friend off. But he failed miserably. One big powerful hand snatched up both his wrists before he could even think of struggling further and the other wound itself tight into his hair.
Blake tugged hard on dark hair until the mercenary’s throat was bared, arching back away from him and completely irresistible. He threw a satisfied thanks to who ever was listening for the other man having changed into civvies first and then bit down, right over Deadshot’s jugular, as hard as he could. Grinned at the slow swell of blood and held on.
Lawton twisted under him, trying to throw off the other man; the strange feelings of helplessness and panic beginning to rise. The hand in his hair let go, it disappeared for a second; only to join the other at his wrists. With a thin cord. He thrashed and struggled under the stronger man but found himself dragged to his feet, then into a bedroom and thrown onto a neatly made bed. When he tried to get to his feet he was knocked back down with a growl.
Catman smirked widely and knelt on the bed over his fellow villain, pinning him to the bed with his knees. He reached over him and grabbed the knife from under the pillow and ignoring Floyd’s cursing and pleading cut the man’s clothes off his body leaving him completely nude.
He lay himself down over the hit man, pressing down with his whole body and licked at the mess of blood on his throat. The noise he made was somewhere in between a purr and a growl.
He leaned back to quickly strip off his own clothes and then stretched out to grab something from the bed side table.
Ignoring the man’s increasingly desperate attempts to alternatively reason with him and threaten him, he picked him up and turned him over, grabbed his hips and dragged him to his knees.
“Really Lawton, calm yourself. You did start this after all.” He purred into the man’s ear, nibbled at the lobe of it before proceeding to fuck it with his tongue. The man in his arms choked back a moan and shivered against his chest. “Wont hurt you. Much.”
He slicked up his finger and slid one in, nice and slow. Damn but the man was tight, hot and tight, as he clenched against the invasion. Deadshot let out a shocky sounding grunt and tried again to pull away.
“No you don’t. Patted the cat Deadshot, now I own you, gotta make you mine. Just relax baby, it’ll be easier.” It was spoken in a dark growl pressed against his sweaty throat and another finger was pressed into his ass with the words.
Deadshot shook in the man’s arms. He liked the man sure, liked the purring more than he should have of but he’d never thought it would go this far. He’d never been with a man before and while Catman wasn’t overly rough he was also relentless in this. He was terrified.
Tom felt the man shake in his arms as he twisted his fingers inside of him and stroked his flank gently. He licked at the droplets of sweat beading on the pale skin of the man’s neck and purred deliberately. Felt Deadshot shudder deliciously at the sound before he added the third finger, worked it hard this time and fast before withdrawing his hand and pushing the man down into the mattress.
Deadshot found himself flinching in terror when the mattress shifted behind him and strong hands spread his cheeks wide. This was it.
Catman smirked, took a deep breath and blew across the sensitive skin. He chuckled as the man jumped under him and leaned down to lick a long stripe up the crack of his arse. Laughed out loud when the man squealed. And when he leant down to thrust his tongue in he was already purring. Deadshot thrashed, not to get away this time, but because that purr vibrated through his whole body, setting his nerves on fire.
He found his muscles relaxing against his will and he just lay there, quivering and whimpering and completely stopped fighting.
Catman felt the fight dissolve from the warrior and purred harder, finding himself greatly amused and aroused by the hitching whimpers spilling from the other’s mouth. He slid one hand, still sticky from the lube, around and wrapped it around Lawton’s dick. He rode out the sudden arch and thrust and brought the man off quickly.
He worked fast to slick himself and get into position before driving himself deep into his villain in one fast thrust, seating himself in fully, balls brushing against the soft virgin skin. He could feel Deadshot try to tense but he was too relaxed, having just came only seconds before.
Blake leaned into the man, pulling his hips up towards him until Lawton was kneeling under him, mostly held up by Catman and not himself. He thrust slowly at first but quickly got into a rhythm, fast and hard. He pounded into the tight arse in front of him and stretched slightly so that he could, once again, bite down hard. This time he sank his teeth into the heavy ridge of Deadshot’s spine. The man shuddered under him as he felt himself harden again.
Tom slid a hand around from the hip he had a bruising grip on and wrapped it back around Lawton’s dick again. He stroked once before squeezing, hard.
Deadshot screamed.
Catman grinned and thrust in one final time, coming in a burst of wet heat and an incredible feeling of fullness inside Lawton.
Blake kept both hands on the man possessively as he sprawled bonelessly on top of him. He wasn’t prepared to move yet, in ten minutes or so maybe. But by then he wouldn’t be moving off the man but into him again.
He contemplated whether he should buy a collar tomorrow. The mental image was delicious and he started purring again.
Word Count: 1469
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: some non-con, only a little
Pairing: Catman/Deadshot
Disclaimer: not mine, sadly
Word Count: 1469
Summary: that would give it away wouldn't it!
Tittle:
Pussy Cat
(Catman - Tom Blake, Deadshot - Floyd Lawton)
When he first reached out to try it had been just a vague curiosity and had nearly gotten him killed. The blades pressed hard enough to his stomach to draw a ribbon of blood had put him off for a while.
He wasn't a cat himself but that hadn't stopped the strong draw of curiosity. He'd come back to try again. And he'd had a knife pressed to his throat that time.
It wasn't until about the seventh time he tried that Catman had allowed it. They'd been working together for only a couple of weeks and it was still during the whole Villain war thing that damned Luthor had started. He'd finally been able to get a hand on the other man's ear and scratched. He'd half expected the purr but it had still startled him.
Blake had pulled away looking angry and embarrassed.
It had been another two weeks before he'd gotten the chance again. Two months before the man had settled down enough to lie next to him and just let him scratch at his ears; he had purred so hard that first time that the whole couch had vibrated with it.
Today Catman was kneeling between his legs, one hand braced against Deadshot's thigh as he stitched the short cut over his hipbone. Large hands held the needle with care and he moved with an almost startling gentleness, like a lion with its cubs. Lawton waited, barely flinching at the draw of metal against his flesh until the job was finished and the sterilised pad taped on. Before Blake could move away he reached out and scratched one bare ear.
He gripped the man between his thigh and felt muscles stiffen as the man drew back a little. But when he turned the scratch into something more of a pat the other villain relaxed against him, purr starting to rumble in his chest.
Pulling him closer, up against his chest Lawton stroked along his back and sides, down to his flanks and up again. Catman slowly settled against him only to startle when his stomach brushed up against something hard. As far as he remembered Deadshot had put down his gun harness before sitting on the edge of the lounge to get his wound treated. A glance to the side confirmed this; the harness with all of it's guns lay in a careless pile on the coffee table.
He smirked slightly and pushed up against the other man, hard, tumbling him back on the ratty cushions. He drove the other man down into the lounge, pressing him in with his body and ground his hips into the other's.
Deadshot let out a shout, surprise mixing with shocked lust, and tried to push his friend off. But he failed miserably. One big powerful hand snatched up both his wrists before he could even think of struggling further and the other wound itself tight into his hair.
Blake tugged hard on dark hair until the mercenary’s throat was bared, arching back away from him and completely irresistible. He threw a satisfied thanks to who ever was listening for the other man having changed into civvies first and then bit down, right over Deadshot’s jugular, as hard as he could. Grinned at the slow swell of blood and held on.
Lawton twisted under him, trying to throw off the other man; the strange feelings of helplessness and panic beginning to rise. The hand in his hair let go, it disappeared for a second; only to join the other at his wrists. With a thin cord. He thrashed and struggled under the stronger man but found himself dragged to his feet, then into a bedroom and thrown onto a neatly made bed. When he tried to get to his feet he was knocked back down with a growl.
Catman smirked widely and knelt on the bed over his fellow villain, pinning him to the bed with his knees. He reached over him and grabbed the knife from under the pillow and ignoring Floyd’s cursing and pleading cut the man’s clothes off his body leaving him completely nude.
He lay himself down over the hit man, pressing down with his whole body and licked at the mess of blood on his throat. The noise he made was somewhere in between a purr and a growl.
He leaned back to quickly strip off his own clothes and then stretched out to grab something from the bed side table.
Ignoring the man’s increasingly desperate attempts to alternatively reason with him and threaten him, he picked him up and turned him over, grabbed his hips and dragged him to his knees.
“Really Lawton, calm yourself. You did start this after all.” He purred into the man’s ear, nibbled at the lobe of it before proceeding to fuck it with his tongue. The man in his arms choked back a moan and shivered against his chest. “Wont hurt you. Much.”
He slicked up his finger and slid one in, nice and slow. Damn but the man was tight, hot and tight, as he clenched against the invasion. Deadshot let out a shocky sounding grunt and tried again to pull away.
“No you don’t. Patted the cat Deadshot, now I own you, gotta make you mine. Just relax baby, it’ll be easier.” It was spoken in a dark growl pressed against his sweaty throat and another finger was pressed into his ass with the words.
Deadshot shook in the man’s arms. He liked the man sure, liked the purring more than he should have of but he’d never thought it would go this far. He’d never been with a man before and while Catman wasn’t overly rough he was also relentless in this. He was terrified.
Tom felt the man shake in his arms as he twisted his fingers inside of him and stroked his flank gently. He licked at the droplets of sweat beading on the pale skin of the man’s neck and purred deliberately. Felt Deadshot shudder deliciously at the sound before he added the third finger, worked it hard this time and fast before withdrawing his hand and pushing the man down into the mattress.
Deadshot found himself flinching in terror when the mattress shifted behind him and strong hands spread his cheeks wide. This was it.
Catman smirked, took a deep breath and blew across the sensitive skin. He chuckled as the man jumped under him and leaned down to lick a long stripe up the crack of his arse. Laughed out loud when the man squealed. And when he leant down to thrust his tongue in he was already purring. Deadshot thrashed, not to get away this time, but because that purr vibrated through his whole body, setting his nerves on fire.
He found his muscles relaxing against his will and he just lay there, quivering and whimpering and completely stopped fighting.
Catman felt the fight dissolve from the warrior and purred harder, finding himself greatly amused and aroused by the hitching whimpers spilling from the other’s mouth. He slid one hand, still sticky from the lube, around and wrapped it around Lawton’s dick. He rode out the sudden arch and thrust and brought the man off quickly.
He worked fast to slick himself and get into position before driving himself deep into his villain in one fast thrust, seating himself in fully, balls brushing against the soft virgin skin. He could feel Deadshot try to tense but he was too relaxed, having just came only seconds before.
Blake leaned into the man, pulling his hips up towards him until Lawton was kneeling under him, mostly held up by Catman and not himself. He thrust slowly at first but quickly got into a rhythm, fast and hard. He pounded into the tight arse in front of him and stretched slightly so that he could, once again, bite down hard. This time he sank his teeth into the heavy ridge of Deadshot’s spine. The man shuddered under him as he felt himself harden again.
Tom slid a hand around from the hip he had a bruising grip on and wrapped it back around Lawton’s dick again. He stroked once before squeezing, hard.
Deadshot screamed.
Catman grinned and thrust in one final time, coming in a burst of wet heat and an incredible feeling of fullness inside Lawton.
Blake kept both hands on the man possessively as he sprawled bonelessly on top of him. He wasn’t prepared to move yet, in ten minutes or so maybe. But by then he wouldn’t be moving off the man but into him again.
He contemplated whether he should buy a collar tomorrow. The mental image was delicious and he started purring again.
Word Count: 1469
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: some non-con, only a little
Pairing: Catman/Deadshot
Disclaimer: not mine, sadly
Word Count: 1469
Summary: that would give it away wouldn't it!