Tribe Slash

[munnin]

Title: Where Leather leads
Warning: Leather kink
Pairing: Slade/Lex
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: No money. No ownership. Just free me from the killer plot bunnies.
Note: set after Don't piss off the man in leather

 

It was getting worse. After the shot in to chest from Java and Ebony being alternatively furious and weepy in her morning of Siva, Slade couldn’t quite keep up. Every time he tried to get near her, she either cried all over him or kicked him across the room, neither of which was helping much. Any opportunity to touch her, feel the slick of leather under his hands was almost worth the clobbering he coped for it but it wasn’t enough. Not even near.

 

And then Lex…

 

If the soft leather chocker he was wearing, his own morning blacks of Siva, wasn’t enough then skin tight leather pants and a battered old duster certainly were. The gentle creak as he moved sent Slade out of his mind ever time and it was all he could do not to throw the boy down and…

 

No. he had to get control of it. But it wasn’t working. Especially the was Lex kept baiting, as if he was looking for reason for Slade to hit him. Every conversation with Lex right now was an invitation to brawl and finally Slade snapped, grabbing Lex by the collar and dragging him into the corner. There was a frantic moment when Slade realised he had no real pretext but the desperate look in Lex’s eyes told him all he needed to know.

 

Lex needed pain, someone to use him rough so he forgot how much grief hurt and, in that outfit, Slade was happy to oblige.