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Bat Cat	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 5312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A black blur snatched the tiger out of the air in mid-leap. Landing, the two animals frantically grappled across the lawn, rolling over and over on the neatly trimmed grass, kicking and biting in a no-holds-barred tussle for supremacy.
The tiger was fast, and experienced at dirty fighting. Twisting sinuously, it got its hind legs up and under Cat, and with a determined jerk, launched the younger beast off itself and into the air.
Cat!!! There was no time for Bruce to worry about the fate of his friend. It'll tear me to pieces if it gets to me!
Claws raked out, long and deadly, aimed directly at him.
Shit!!! Reacting as swiftly as he could Bruce was only just in time to avoid the main thrust of the strike, as it was three thin ruby lines opened up on his forearm. Injured leg giving way beneath him at the suddenness of the move, he tumbled to the floor and lay there; winded.
Damn, now what? Darting in, the tiger narrowed its eyes and roared its hate at him. Taking a firmer hold on his walking stick, Bruce prepared to go down fighting.
It was a panther that was flung at the roses, a domestic cat that glided daintily through the tiny gap in the thorny barrier, and a black knot of pure rage that barrelled out from under the gnarled stems, yowling its mounting fury to the wider world.
No way! Growing as he approached, Cat felt a flush of satisfaction as his panther form slammed into the tiger with all the force of a hurricane, forcing the larger beast away from Bruce.
You're not having him! Tail puffed out and thrashing, Cat stood over his friend, growling defiance at the intruder.
Get out of here! Trespasser!
Lashing out a mace-like paw, the tiger counter-attacked. Batting the oncoming limb away, Cat snarled.
It isn't going to back down – or give up. It won't leave here until it's got what it came for! There would be a death in the garden today, the only question was whose?
Have to protect Bruce! This thing isn't having MY human! Launching himself at the tiger, Cat sank his teeth and claws into every inch he could reach, twisting and turning to prevent the other cat getting the upper hand.
It's bigger than me, and more experienced, but I can't let that make a difference!
Back and forth the battle raged, the tiger gradually losing ground to the younger, smarter and more manoeuvrable beast, and finally it was brains that triumphed over brawn. As Cat's fangs found the tiger's spine, one crushing bite ending the threat permanently. Sinking down onto the grass, Cat panted. Whew! That had been hard work!
"Cat," Bruce reached for his friend, worried at what he might find. "Are you okay, buddy?"
Shaking himself vigorously from head to toe, Cat sneezed, licked his lips and grinned.
"Guess that's a yes, huh?" Bruce relaxed.
Cat relaxed too, shape flowing down, fur retreating, until a dark haired human male was sitting on the grass beside Bruce.
"You're…" Bruce's first instinct was to say 'beautiful', but the word froze in his throat.
Cat blinked at him.
"Older," Bruce whispered, opting for a relatively safe comment, heart pounding as his eyes roved over the pale skin. Up on the satellite, Cat had manifested as a slender youth, lean and full of promise, but now … now that early promise was in the process of being amply fulfilled. The youth at Bruce's side appeared to be in his early twenties, solid and muscular, the broad chest set off nicely by a narrow waist, arms and legs firm with athletic curves.
Will he keep aging like this? Bruce's anxious musings were interrupted by the feel of flesh on his flesh as enquiring fingers deftly probed at the parallel slashes on his arm. To Bruce's amazement, Cat bent his neck to lick delicately at the injuries.
"What… No, you don’t have to…" Apparently his friend thought differently.
Of course, this is what he'd do for himself…
Claiming possession of Bruce's arm with both hands and holding firm, Cat continued to lave the wound with careful strokes. In the absence of pain Bruce was mainly aware of the twin sensation of heat and wet motion.
That feels… Astonished, Bruce sat there, too stunned to protest. His mind was in a whirl, but apparently his body was working all too well; at least certain bits were.
Oh god, I'm turning on…
Light amber eyes blinked at him as Cat paused in his ministrations, the tip of his tongue still touching Bruce's skin.
Will he realise? Bruce didn’t know quite what to say. What did you say in this sort of situation?
Hesitantly, Cat reached out, finger tips brushing the edge of Bruce's cheek, tracing the line of his nose before dropping daringly to his mouth, a thumb trailing along his lower lip. He glanced up shyly from under dark lashes, before giving a sweet smile.
Oh lord, he knows…
Allowing it, Bruce sat motionless, wondering where this might be taking them but unable to summon the willpower for any form of protest.
Kneeling up, Cat closed the gap between them. Resting warm palms on Bruce's shoulders, he leant forward so that he could touch the tip of his tongue questioningly to the other man's lips, testing.
"Yes," Bruce whispered, apparently wanting this as much as Cat did. The scent of musk and arousal emanating from the larger man grew stronger, blotting out the lingering traces of concern and pain. Encouraged Cat continued, and when the tip of his tongue slipped in between the larger man's lips, he knew that this was right, that they both needed this.
He's going to let me…
Hands eased around his waist and Cat allowed himself to be pulled against the muscular body, as Bruce's arms embraced him he practically melted.
Kissing Bruce was all that Cat had dreamed it would be. Hot, sweet, and willing, the human felt perfect under Cat's fingers, the battle-scarred skin like the finest leather wrapped around steel. Cat let his hands roam, stroking, kneading, and daring to tease just a little, enjoying the process of exploration every bit as much as the actual discovery.
When Bruce tugged him firmly down onto his lap, so that their bodies were perfectly aligned, Cat groaned encouragement.
"We shouldn’t," Bruce murmured. "Really shouldn’t," but Cat understood that what his friend meant was that they would, and knew that it was going to be wonderful.
"You're still so young, just a kid," Bruce leant back, running work-calloused hands over Cat's face. "Even if you don’t look it so much now," Cupping Cat's head between his palms, he gazed at him for a moment, and then very softly leaned in and kissed him; the gesture so sweet and tender that it took Cat's breath away.
"We may not have much time," Bruce lamented, "But at least we can have right Now…"
Cat didn’t understand, but he wanted to, except that with Bruce touching him it was so difficult to think of anything but what being here with Bruce like this was doing to him. The hardness between Cat's legs grew, until the ache was too distracting to ignore. Taking Bruce's hand, Cat showed his friend where his help was most needed.
"You're so hard, aren't you, sweetheart," Bruce murmured, "Luckily I happen to know exactly what to do about that." Drawing them both down onto the immaculate lawn, Bruce set about expertly nipping and licking, while his broad warm hands chased patterns along the pale skin.
Laying back on the sun-warmed grass, Cat closed his eyes at the sky and panted. Hot wet suction surrounded his needy cock, and he gave himself up to it totally, jerking his hips in time to the slow torture that Bruce was lovingly inflicting on him. When he came, it was with a cry of total astonishment and desire.
Bruce looked down at the slack body cradled in his arms. "Never done that before, huh?" He whispered, getting his breath back, "Me neither."
Cat opened one eye, sceptical.
"I've done the whole getting hard and coming thing, and I've been sucked off plenty of times, but only by women. I've never done it to another guy before today." Bruce admitted, "Never wanted to." Leaning forward, he pressed a dry kiss to Cat's forehead. "Never kissed another guy either."
Cat only grinned.
"Don’t let it go to your head." Bruce grinned back. A warm hand slid down, exploring the slick wetness clinging to his belly, beneath the silk shirt.
"Yeah, well … you inspired me." Bruce replied to the silent question in the luminous eyes.
It seemed that he had given Cat a few ideas as well, as his lap was instantly reoccupied by rampant enthusiasm.
There was something that Cat had wanted to do for quite a while, only every time he even got close to it, Bruce would shy away. Cat couldn’t really see what the fuss was about, he loved Bruce and he knew that his human loved him in return. Bruce was happy enough for them to exchange fluids while Cat was in human shape, but for some reason Bruce started to panic whenever he thought that Cat wanted to do something in the other shapes.
Why does he worry? Cat's tail lashed as he prowled along the carpeted floor. His little cat body was too small to be practical for anything except being cuddled, or hitching a ride on Bruce's broad shoulders, but in the panther shape he was substantial enough to give, or take, whatever they both might desire to do, and Cat wanted to try as much as Bruce would allow.
Does he fear that he might hurt me, or worry that I would hurt him?
Whatever the reason, Cat intended to reassure his mate that there need be no barriers to their exploration of each other. Bruce was HIS, the other man just needed to realise that.
Stepping out of the shower, Bruce found his path across the bathroom blocked by a couple of hundredweight of determined Cat.
"What are you up to, furball?" He grinned as Cat took a long deep sniff of freshly washed Bruce, "Yes, I'm clean."
When Cat leant forward and licked him, Bruce laughed. "Checking up on me, huh? I promise you, I washed; and with soap!"
Cat grinned to himself and continued a lazy exploration of Bruce's thigh.
"Hey, that tickles!" Bruce protested lightly as Cat worked steadily upward. "Oh, I don’t think you ought to…" He started to say, but the pounding of his heart and the scent of growing arousal told a different story.
Very delicately, so as not to abrade the vulnerable skin, Cat stole the shining beads of water from Bruce's skin with tiny sipping licks. When the tip of his nose rubbed over the side of Bruce's cock, setting the solid body trembling with desire, Cat knew, just knew, that today was the day. Very carefully, he continued to tease his human into submission.
By now, Bruce had given up any hope of resistance. He was totally naked, and the slide of fur along his bare legs was making his head spin. They were alone in the house, Alfred being on one of the butler's rare day's off, and there was no one to interrupt or disturb them.
"Oh god," He said aloud, leaning back against the cold tiles while the tip of a hot tongue explored his groin, flicking out to taste his balls. "Cat,"
The massive body tensed.
"Bedroom." Bruce managed to say, though with the blood rushing away from his head it was hard to co-ordinate enough even to do that. He'd known for days that Cat was angling for them to expand their repertoire and had shied away from the very thought of what that might entail, until last night an unaccountably erotic dream had opened his eyes to some very interesting possibilities…
Licking broad swathes up between Bruce's buttocks, Cat continued to probe and prepare. Bruce was groaning now, more loudly than Cat had ever heard him do before, and that deep velvet voice was turning Cat on so badly.
His human was open and vulnerable, and the heady aroma of arousal, coupled with his own readiness, was telling him that the time was now.
Keeping his claws carefully tucked in, Cat edged into position, tentatively putting one broad paw on Bruce's back and rising onto his hind legs, letting the end of his weeping cock test the fit between Bruce's buttocks.
"God, yes!" Bruce instantly dropped his head onto the mattress, presenting himself for Cat's delight and delectation. "I want it," He whispered. "Like this."
Rising up, Cat steadied himself and lined up. Their height difference was minimal in this position, and he mounted without difficulty, growling with pleasure as the head of his shaft found the rosy pucker and pressed wetly against it.
"Please, Cat…" Bruce shifted, rubbing himself invitingly against the tip. "Put it in me…"
With a long thrust, Cat embedded himself in the silken passage, finding the tightness of the muscle walls just perfect.
Bruce clutched at a pillow and groaned in pleasure. It was impossible for Cat's feline forelimbs to reach Bruce's cock from this position, or he would have done so.
But he sounds happy enough… Cat had no time to wonder what to do for Bruce, he was too new at this and it was all too good.
Mine.
Two or three thrusts, and Cat was coming, hard and long. Embedded in Bruce up to the hilt, he growled his climax, delighted when Bruce jerked excitedly under him, backing himself further onto the penetrating length.
"Please, keep fucking me…" Bruce begged. "Don’t stop."
As Cat's climax peaked, the very tips of his claws protruded out of the fleshy pads on his paws.
"Harder!" With a low wail, Bruce came, body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crested through him. Just for a moment, he slumped, body going quite limp. Puzzled, Cat sniffed along the broad jaw.
"Ooh…" Bruce's eyes fluttered open, "I've never done that before."
He started to move, only to give up when it became apparent that he was pinned. "You're heavy."
Cat knew he was, but he was still fully embedded in his mate. Shifting his front legs so that he could raise the bulk of his weight off Bruce, he purred in apology.
"I didn’t say I didn’t like it." Bruce wriggled, delighting in the firm weight on his back, and the pressure. "It's quite a turn on actually." He lay there, enjoying the continuing sensation of fullness. Even the feel of cum wasn’t unpleasant at that moment, the thick fluid still juicy and warm. When a hot wet tongue began to lick it off him, he acknowledged that he was hornier than he had ever been in his life. There were definite advantages to a non-human lover, one of which was how damn flexible Cat was, not to mention being totally uninhibited.
"Oh yes, just there!" The tongue dipped obligingly lower.
When Cat transferred his attentions to the back of Bruce's neck, Bruce arched his back and let it happen. The occasional brush of fangs along his spine was intoxicating, even more so than the tiny pricks of the claws on his shoulders had been. God, that had really turned him on. He'd gone up like a rocket!
"When you came," Bruce whispered, rolling his hips and deliberately squeezing the long length still burrowed deep into him, sweetly tormenting his lover. "You claimed me, didn’t you."
Cat hesitated, the purr stuttering into a waiting silence.
"I… liked it." Bruce admitted, feeling curiously shy.
The petting continued, long strokes arousing Bruce to new heights, the purr rose in volume.
"I liked it when you licked my arse too… that was so hot…" He had a sudden request. "Will you,"
A softly querying wrowl showed that Cat was listening.
"Will you lean on my back again, and …" He wasn’t sure if he should say it, but he wanted to tell Cat exactly what it was that he'd liked most. He really wanted to experience that again. Really wanted to, and his body was saying that right now was the ideal moment.
"Fuck me into the mattress?" He asked softly. The pulsing heat in his backside told him that Cat was in total agreement with that idea.
"I want to feel your full weight on me." He added hopefully.
Paws pressed lightly onto his back, and Cat shifted. Bruce groaned out loud as the long body settled back on him, the pressure opening him still further.
"Oh! Yes!" The delicious friction was accompanied by long low purrs, and the hint of razor sharp points against his skin. Not damaging him, just reminding him of who was in charge here. It was so good to give up control, to be taken rather than taking.
"Please…"
This time the fucking was hard, and almost rough. Bruce loved it. He could tell that his partner was holding back, but the knowledge that the danger was there, that it could be unleashed on him at any second, and that he had no chance of escaping it, had Bruce jetting hard onto the sheets in a matter of minutes.
When he woke up, it was twilight. Arms were wrapped around him, human arms.
"Cat?" Turning his head muzzily, Bruce gathered his wits and smiled at his lover.
"Bbbrruce," Cat purred back, "Llllove you." The words were crudely formed, and hard to make out, but undeniably heartfelt for all that.
Grabbing tight, Bruce felt the hot sting of tears behind his eyelids.
"Bbbruce?"
"Oh, Cat," Bruce was filled with wildly clashing emotions. Part of him was rejoicing that Cat could talk, and would admit feelings, especially THAT one, part of him was dismayed that he had allowed them both to be seduced by the physical. Yet another part was terrified that this was all too good to last, and that were Bruce to openly acknowledge this miracle then Cat would surely be torn from him just as Bruce's parent's had been.
Long slow licks along his jaw broke him out of his mental fugue.
"Nno sad," Cat soothed. "Llove you."
"I…" Was he going to say it? Commit himself to this valiant scrap of affectionate strangeness? Might as well… if it's going to end then nothing's going to prevent that happening, and at least we have right now.
"Love you too," He admitted.
"Fuck me?" Cat asked hopefully, proving again that once he had the idea about something, whether it was talking or doing, he learned fast.
"You mean you've still got some energy left? After this afternoon?" Bruce was incredulous. How much stamina did his lover have?
Cat considered that for at least a minute. "Food first," He decided. "Then fuck."
"Good man," Bruce smirked at him. "Glad to see that you've got your priorities right."
"You my priority." Cat's eyes gleamed in the dim light. "Then the rest."
It wasn’t exactly Shakespeare, but Bruce couldn’t have been more pleased.
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