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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Flash_(TV_2014)
  Relationship:
      Barry_Allen/Leonard_Snart, Barry_Allen/Savitar, Ronnie_Raymond/Caitlin
      Snow
  Character:
      Barry_Allen, Leonard_Snart, Savitar_(The_Flash_TV_2014), Ronnie_Raymond,
      Killer_Frost, Mick_Rory, Sara_Lance
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Age_Difference, The_Author_Regrets_Everything, Please
      Don't_Hate_Me, I_Wrote_This_Instead_of_Sleeping, What_Have_I_Done,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Evil, Evil!Barry, Innocent_Leonard_Snart, Praise
      Kink, Age_Swap, blowjob, Oral_Sex, Attempted_Rape, Underage_Sex_Worker,
      Underage_Sex, Forgive_Me, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Implied/
      Referenced_Child_Abuse, Bottom_Leonard_Snart, Self-cest, Narcissism
  Series:
      Part 1 of Twistedly_Messed_Up
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-02 Words: 15695
****** Twistedly Messed Up ******
by Demetria_0620
Summary
     In a twisted Earth within the multiverses, Barry is a fallen betrayed
     hero turn to supervillian mob boss who has a liking to younger lover.
     On the other hand, Len is a seventeen-years-old (almost innocent) boy
     who is willing to do anything in order to feed his baby sister.
     Neither of them expected to fall in love with each other.
     Savitar still wants a threesome though.
Notes
     EDITED AS OF 12TH AUGUST 2017: This piece is wonderfully beta-ed by
     amazing WritingInVelvet!
     Forgive me.
     I was re-reading Enina's Singularity and briefly wondered what if
     Barry snapped and went insane while he was in prison and turned evil.
     I was triggered. Shit just went down on its own. This idea refused to
     shut up and I swore it wrote itself.
     A little bit extra disclaimer apart from the glaring obvious fact
     that I don't own The Flash;
     The reason Barry turned evil in this piece is HEAVILY inspired by the
     main plot in Enina's Singularity, which is something along the line
     that Barry was set up, JLA turned on him and locked him in prison and
     he was robbed off his power. It's not exactly the same since it took
     a very different turn, but I want you to know that this whole fic is
     triggered when my mind randomly wondered what if Barry turned evil
     while I was reading Enina's work.
     Apart from the reason Barry turned evil, the rest of this twisted
     messed up fic are what my frustrated mind conjured in sleepless,
     coffeeless, foodless night-writing.
     Annnddd a fair warning;
     There is attempted rape and implied rape (if you squint really tight)
     but the actual smut scenes are consensual. Len is underage and Barry
     is pretty old, so anyone who has issues with a very large age gap is
     not advised to read beyond this point.
     With this, I hope you enjoy what you're going to read and won't hunt
     me down to kill me. (_ _)b
See the end of the work for more notes
“Hold him down.”
Hands—strong, eager and rough hands—grabbed his skinny body by the shoulders,
arms, thighs and legs. Len thrashed, tried to fight off the group of burly men,
but what chances did a skinny seventeen-year-old boy have against a group of
potentially steroid-jacked men?
Nil.
“Kid has too much fire inside him,” one of the men grunted, palm squeezing
Len’s knee roughly, lips curled in a grimace at the pain in his stomach where
Len managed to score a lucky kick. “Just you wait till we’re through with you,
boy. You’ll be begging to die.”
Leonard kicked him in the chest instead.
He was rewarded with a harsh slap across his face, one of the goons twisted his
skinny arm and jerked the limb roughly. Len howled in pain as his bone popped
out of its socket. They laughed at his misery but Len didn’t give them any more
satisfaction—he bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood, swallowing his
screams with fierce determination.
“He has a sister. Six-year-old cute little girl,” another man piped in, hands
pinning Len to the dirty ground and by this time Len was frozen in horror
enough to be pinned still on the ground.
The leader of the group laughed at his terrified face. “Worried for her, aren’t
you?” he purred, nodding to his henchmen, who instantly ripped Leonard’s shirt
apart, leaving the old cotton fabric hung tattered on Len’s arms. “If you obey
me and be my perfect little doll, I’ll leave your sister alone. Or else, all of
my men will have a go with her after they do you…,” he trailed off as Len
paled. “You don’t want that, do you? You may survive being fucked by us…but
your tiny little sister? She'll probably died halfway through.”
Len shook his head, eyes desperate and pleading. “No-no…please….she’s six!”
“Then come home with me,” the man purred, nuzzling his nose along Len’s jaw.
“Think of it. You’ll have a roof over your head. Food for you and your sister.
I’ll take care of the both of you and you won’t have to open this pretty tight
mouth for strangers’ fat meat just to get by,” he persuaded, fingers gently
caressing Leonard’s lips. “Your old daddy didn’t realise what kind of potential
you have. So skillful with your tongue, mouth so warm—,” he nipped on Len’s
lower lip, enjoying the way the teenage boy squeezed those blue eyes shut.
“Just let me bend you over every flat surface and fuck your tight body till you
break and you will have a lifetime of support for your baby sister. Be mine and
she will have a roof over her head, food on her table and a chance to go to a
good school. How about that, hmm?”
Len shivered in disgust.
But he knew these men. This man was one of his regulars, the son of the Santini
family's mob boss and he knew that the threats were real. These men would stop
at nothing, now that there was nothing but terrified police to stop them. After
the death of the heroes—the massacre of the Justice League—these men became
braver and more daring to break the law.
After all, the ground rule of the new power was simple.
No deaths of innocent civilian, no robbing from the poor and lastly, respect
the Rogues’ Gallery and their rules.
Obey all of these rules and the big boss would be completely chill with you.
Too bad Leonard wasn’t a good enough criminal to enter the Rogues’ lair. If
only he could snag someone from there as his regular john, he would be safe
from these Families boys lusting over him. Len had a shitty life to start
with—corrupt abusive cop as a dad, absent mother, severe malnourishment,
countless abuse injuries and to top it off, he had no way to get some food into
Lisa’s mouth other than offering blowjobs in the dark alleys. Not after he
flunked out of school right after he returned from juvie and ran away from
Lewis with Lisa in tow. No one wanted to hire him for a legal job with that
kind of record, hence he desperately opted to do sexual favours for money. He
had never offered anything beyond going down on his clients, but people seemed
to be seeking out for him anyway.
It didn’t matter that he hated it—as long as Lisa was fed and safe, he would
bear with anything.
Thus, he shakily nodded his head to Santini’s young master, squeezing his eyes
shut in disgust when the man grinned gleefully and proceeded to strip him off
his jeans.
Young Santini didn’t get far though.
There was a sudden breeze followed by a loud scream that instantly made Leonard
open his eyes.
He screamed when he saw the still bloody bone that was placed idly on his
stomach.
He looked up to Santini and gaped in horror when he saw the man’s right arm
flop bonelessly as the man howled in pain. There was no wound, no
incision—Santini’s arm was visually flawless. Len’s gaze fell to the bone on
his stomach and instantly felt the rise of bile in his throat that he had to
grit his teeth to avoid puking.
He had heard of this MO before, but never wanted to witness it live.
The man’s bone was phased out of his arm.
He’s here. The boss.
There was another gust of wind that blew from behind him followed by the tell-
tale metallic scent of fresh blood. No wonder the goons had suddenly
disappeared. Leonard couldn’t help but pity Santini’s goons whom he knew by now
to have already been scattered around the alley in small pieces.
“My, my, my, Santini….What do we have here?”
Len paled.
The Flash’s really here.
And the boss wasn’t in a good mood.
Leonard gulped, adrenaline running high enough to dull the pain of his
dislocated shoulder. Word around the streets told normal people like him how to
determine the boss’ mood. If he vibrated his voice, that meant that he was
being playful and cocky, showcasing his power like that. If he spoke with a
hint of a mock-cute tone, that would mean that the boss was in a very good
mood. That was the time to approach if you wanted to offer anything—because
chances were, he would be happy to entertain.
But, if he spoke in an icy cold tone, if each syllable was said in a mocking
drawl, that would mean the boss was not in a good mood. Heck, the colder he
spoke and the bigger the smirk that went with the icy tone, the less likely it
was for anyone to escape alive.
The appropriate action to do was to run away and hope that your death would be
quick and painless.
“F-Flash, sir!” Santini squeaked, his good arm cradled the boneless one to his
chest. “This is—”
“What did my rules say, Santini?”
“I obey your rules, sir, I do. He is just—”
“Pretty sure I just heard you say you want to gang rape a six-year-old girl…,”
the Flash drawled out and Leonard shivered at the gleeful sardonic tone in that
icy voice. “And you’re about to rape this one too…”
“Sir, he’s a whore—a sex worker—“
“Who only offers blowjobs. With a price and his consent.”
Len started. The Flash knew what he did to live?
“He was willing for it, sir—“
“Awww, I dunno Santini….Kinda looks like dear Lenny is under duress, what with
you threatening to rape little Lisa…”
Len’s heart skipped a beat, his complexion grew paler, his blood ran cold. The
boss knew his sister’s name—Len wasn’t sure if that should comfort him or not.
On the bright side, he might be able to snag someone in the Rogues in exchange
for protection for both him and Lisa. But, on the less than bright side, to
have the head of the Rogues’ Gallery know him by his name might indicate that
he has done something bad enough to warrant some attention from the man.
Leonard prayed that it was his blowjob skills that attracted the attention of
the man.
He was too into his silent prayers to escape this encounter unscathed that he
jumped in shock when a cold hand touched his injured shoulder. Leonard
whimpered in pain and turned his head to the side, eyes lowered submissively.
He didn’t want to mess with these people. They were the powerhouses that ruled
the cities ever since the massacre.
Messing with the Rogues was a death wish.
Though, nothing prepared Len for the shock that stunned him when he was greeted
with a warm smile from blue-tinted lips. The woman smiled reassuringly at him,
cold hand touched his shoulder in a soothing motion and Len couldn’t help but
wonder why the heck the infamous Killer Frost was attempting to comfort him.
“Lenny, dear?” she said, a hint of pleasant warmth in her icy tone. “Can you
stand?”
Leonard shakily nodded, despite the fact that he felt that his legs have
already turned to jelly when another gust of wind blew to numb his face and a
scarred, yet handsome, man suddenly appeared in the alley. He yelped and jerked
away in response, but was restrained gently by Killer Frost. God, this wasn’t
good at all. He knew that face anywhere and if not because of Killer Frost’s
gentle touch on his shoulder, he would’ve curled up in fear and wished for a
quick death.
Savitar was not known for his mercy after all.
The scarred speedster was the boss’ right hand man, the enforcer of the Rogues
Gallery, and the psychotic sadist that no one but the Flash could control.
Rumours had it that he looked like a younger version of the Flash but Len took
that rumour with a grain of salt. He had never seen the Flash up close,
moreover to see the fallen hero without the cowl.
It was eerie to think that the Flash was once the hope and hero of Central
City.
And now the man was the exact opposite.
“What the hell are you doing here, Savitar?” the Flash stepped around Leonard,
from Len’s angle, he could make out bright green eyes that glared daggers to
his right-hand man.
“I wanna play,” Savitar chirped, bouncing lightly on his feet. “You've ditched
me a lot lately, and I’m boreeeedddd.”
Killer Frost burst into a snigger while the Flash merely stared at Savitar.
Len stared in a mix of horror and awe when the Flash sighed in fond
exasperation. “Fine. Go ahead. Play with him,” he said, gesturing towards the
horrified mob prince with a dismissive wave of hand.
Savitar beamed at the Flash.
And it would’ve been a cute expression (because admittedly, Savitar was really
handsome despite his scars) but with the sadistic grin on his face and the
obvious intention to maim and torture in the manic-filled mismatched eyes,
Savitar’s expression freaked Len out a lot.
Psycho indeed.
“You’re gonna stay and watch?” Savitar sounded surprised when the Flash didn’t
move, his mismatched eyes darted in Len’s direction questioningly.
Leonard tried to convince himself that he just imagined that. He was just
collateral, there was no reason for Savitar to even look his way.
“Someone needs to make sure that you clean up your mess.”
Savitar pouted. “No fair. You never clean up after your messes.”
“My messes don't involve gutted intestines being dangled around like
motherfucking fairy lights, you weirdo.”
“Nobody appreciates my art.”
“Your art is disgusting.”
“Flllllaaaaasssshhhhhhh!!!”
Len was too absorbed in watching the interaction (it was freaky, did he just
witness Savitar whined and stomped his feet?) to notice that strong arms had
snuck under his knees and around his back to scoop him up. He shrieked in
surprise, but was hushed with a single cool finger pressed lightly across his
lips.
“Come on, sweetie,” Killer Frost cooed, one hand still placed over Leonard’s
dislocated shoulder—her ice cold temperature soothed his pain tremendously.
“I’ll patch you up and then we’ll send you back to your motel okay? My dear son
is already there with some hot meal for you.”
Len had to wonder if he just stepped into the Twilight Zone.
The chest he was snuggled against rumbled in soft chuckle and he looked up,
only to feel his blood left his face.
Deathstorm.
It was Deathstorm, the resurrected dead half of the first Firestorm that was
carrying him. People said that the man was never the same ever since he
returned from the dead. He was crueler now, borderline pyromaniac and almost
matching Savitar in the psychopathic bloodlust department.
But he also was smiling down at Leonard, arms gentle as he carried him away
from the horrendous scene of torture behind them. Leonard wanted to ask the
reason they were so nice to him but felt no energy remained in his body as the
adrenaline left him. His body was hurt, he was exhausted and used, his head was
spinning as the hunger of three days without eating caught up to him and had
him crumpled in pain in Deathstorm’s arms. Killer Frost placed a soothing hand
on his forehead, and it was an instant relief that had him closing his eyes in
bliss. The mix of comfortable warmth of Deathstorm’s body temperature and
Killer Frost’s soothing hand caused Len to give up to stay awake.
He passed out cold, the sound of Santini’s scream faded like a far-fetched
dream.
=====================================================================================
When Leonard woke up, the first thing he felt was the dull throbbing in his
shoulder.
The second thing he felt was bewilderment upon hearing Lisa’s giggles.
“Again!” she squealed happily and Len would have gone back to sleep if her
squeal was not responded with a gruff snort from a strangely familiar voice.
“I’m tired, kid,” the voice was deep and gruff, punctuated with short pants.
“Give me a five minute break.”
Len’s eyes snapped open and he jolted awake, completely ignoring the dull pain
in his bandaged shoulder as he crouched on the bed, alert and ready to fight.
Then, he blinked in shock, mouth slacked open to small ‘o’.
“Mick?!”
“Hey, man,” Mick greeted him with a tired smirk, Lisa was currently seated on
his back. It was obvious that his baby sister had just tortured his best friend
by forcing Mick to do continuous push ups so that she could play horsey.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.”
“Lenny!” Lisa squealed and bounced off Mick’s back, letting the panting boy
slump tiredly to the creaky floor of their cheap motel room as she launched
herself onto his lap. “You slept for a looooongggg time! Two days!” she glared
angrily at him, holding up two of her little fingers.
Leonard cracked a smile, happy to see her innocent face switch from pouting
angrily to beaming up at him. Though, his smile vanished when he remembered how
close it was for her to lose this innocence. Santini’s threats, Lewis’
advances…She was so fragile and vulnerable to the cruel world outside this
motel room.
And he was too weak to defend her.
He gasped in surprise when her little arms circled round his torso, her soft
chubby cheeks planted tight against his jutting ribs as she sniffled quietly
against his chest. He raised a hand to stroke her hair, only to blink in
surprise upon seeing the IV needle that pierced the back of his hand.
“Ma said that you’re severely malnourished,” Mick grunted, eyeing Leonard’s
jutting ribs in distaste. “She hooked you up with that to get you some
nutrients,” he jerked his head towards the IV before offering a steaming bowl
of thick soup to Len. “But Da said that you need to eat to.”
Len barely remembered that Mick had gotten himself adopted. He flushed slightly
and ducked his head. “Thanks. For staying over….and everything….”
Mick glared at him. “You looked like hell, Snart. Like you haven’t eaten for
weeks.”
“It’s only for three days,” Len retorted defensively, only to regret saying
that when Lisa looked up at him with teary eyes.
“You starve for me, Lenny?” she whimpered, her guilt was shown through the
tears that welled from her big blue eyes.
“No, Lise. I promise. I didn’t starve at all,” he soothed, wrapping his good
arm around her and gently rocked her until her sobs calmed down.
Mick watched silently.
Len looked up to his friend, noting the healthy glow of a well-fed boy and
couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy that he immediately stomped down.
It wasn’t Mick’s fault that he got amazing foster parents while Leonard was
stuck with his abusive dad.
“How’s your new parents, Mick?” he asked with a wry smile, still rocking Lisa
in his embrace.
Mick grinned maniacally. “Awesome. Ma is great and brilliant, a little naggy
but she means well while Da….”
Len raised an amused brow at the manic adoration that flashed in Mick’s eyes.
“You love your new Dad,” Leonard stated blankly.
“He can burst into flames. He can burst to literal hot scorching flames, Lenny.
He likes to burn things. He brings me out to burn stuff for father-son bonding.
His fire is beautiful and hot. What’s not to love?” Mick grinned, looking
almost giddy as he sat on the edge of the mattress, the bed creaked and dipped
to his weight.
Len smiled, happy for his friend.
But his smile didn’t last long as realization hit him.
Could burst into flames. Like to burn stuff. That sounded oddly familiar.
“Mick…,” Leonard started, voice came out as a choked croak. “Is your new Dad…,”
he gulped and added before he lost his courage, “…Deathstorm? As in the Rogues’
Deathstorm?”
“Yep,” Mick chirped, popping the ‘p’ nonchalantly. He lifted the bowl and
offered a spoonful to Leonard. When Len kept staring at him in horror, he
sighed and placed back the spoon into the bowl. “Look, it might sound bad, but
the Big 4 aren’t half-bad. Sure, sometimes I have to pretend not to hear the
noises from the torture room, but they are really nice people, you know?”
Len shook his head.
No, he didn’t know.
But, they did save his ass yesterday (or was it two days ago?), so they might
not be so evil if they were willing to come to the rescue of the boy that
society had given up on.
“Is that why they saved me? Because you know me?” Leonard asked, opening his
mouth when Mick offered the spoon again. He let his friend fed him, too
overwhelmed with the revelation to let go of Lisa so that he could eat on his
own. She was the only normal thing that could anchor him to reality with all
the craziness going on around him.
It’s not every day he learnt that his best friend was adopted by two of most
powerful people in the city’s supervillain family.
Mick shrugged and blew softly on the spoon before offering it to Len. “Nah. Ma
and Da only knew that we are best friends when they brought you in and I
freaked out after seeing your condition.”
That had Leonard frowning. “Then why did the Big 4 appear to save my ass? Did
they return to their heroic roots?”
Mick rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, as if,” he grumbled and shoved the spoon to
Len’s lips.
“But—”
“It’s cuz the boss has the hots for you.”
Leonard spat out his soup.
=====================================================================================
“Soooo….”
Barry sighed and pulled the pillow over his face, determined to ignore his
partner.
There was nothing good that could come out from the conversation when Savitar
had that tone.
“Hey, don’t ignore me, asshole,” he could hear the pout in the sentence but was
determined to ignore it regardless. “Barry!”
Barry winced at the loud yell and pressed the pillow tighter over his face,
hoping to suffocate himself to death before Savitar managed to pull the pillow
away.
“Go to sleep, Savitar,” he sighed when the pillow was taken away and his
doppelganger’s scarred face grinned down at him.
“You didn’t tell me that you had a crush on a teenager.”
“Shit, I didn’t think that you needed to know that.”
“I deserve the right to know,” Savitar giggled drunkenly as he climbed up to
sit on Barry’s crotch, the thin blanket was the only thing separating their
naked skin. “Need to know with whom you are cheating on me with. Which young
pretty thing I need to look out for in competition to your affection.”
Barry rolled his eyes. “Get off.” he nudged the younger speedster away.
“Mmm. So grumpy,” Savitar hummed but didn’t move. If anything, he only ground
his ass harder onto Barry’s lap. “And one would think you’d be in a better mood
after a night of mind-blowing sex.”
“Hard to bask in the afterglow when your partner is being annoying.” Barry
grunted, although his hands did curve around Savitar’s thighs, squeezing strong
enough to leave marks.
“Hmm. Maybe we need another partner to warm our bed.”
“……”
“He is cute. You have good taste.”
“…………………”
“And if he is able to make you, Mr. Grumpiness, happy with just a blowjob…,”
Savitar leered, slim fingers traced pattern down Barry’s chest and stopped just
barely above the edge of the blanket draped over Barry’s hips. He bent down to
kiss Barry’s navel, tongue darted out to lick his way lower. “I wonder how
wonderful he would be…,” he bit on the blanket, pulling just enough to reveal
the tip of Barry’s dick. He kissed the tip, eyes positively devious as he
licked down the shaft, punctuating his journey with lecherous dirty words.
“bent in half, legs around your waist as you take him senseless….”
God, Barry hated Savitar.
“Imagine the sweet noises he would made, Barry...I don’t think he has ever gone
beyond a blowjob. He would be super tight. Young and inexperienced. Imagine
fucking him senseless, vibrating inside his tight young body, using his pretty
little mouth on me while you take him from the back….”
Barry gritted his teeth, trying to will his hardened erection down but with the
way his young double was mouthing his dick, it was an impossible task. Not with
the way Savitar was slowly taking him into that hot, wet, vibrating mouth nor
with the way the younger speedster just triggered the fantasies he had about
Len.
Leonard was just a boy, desperate to survive in the cruel, harsh world.
Barry never meant to get attached. Not to a boy that was almost three times his
junior.
It was all business in the beginning.
He was wound up with pent up frustration and Savitar was sulking for the
stupidest reason in the multiverse (Barry almost couldn’t belief that this was
a time remnant of a version of himself because who the hell sulked over
negative comments on a musical??? And they are supervillain mob bosses at
that!). Anyway, Savitar refused to get on his knees for Barry and literally
kicked him out to sleep alone in his room after surprising Barry by greeting
him home wearing nothing but one of Barry’s white button-down shirts.
Barry was horny and Savitar was pure evil.
Which led to Barry hitting the bar and meeting Leonard. And when that young
pretty thing climbed up his lap, desperate for a few bucks to feed his baby
sister, he took advantage and use the boy.
He never meant to get addicted.
He never meant to go from Leonard to Len to Lenny. From calling the boy ‘kid’
to affectionately calling him ‘baby’. From a no strings attached relationship
to I-want-your-baby-sister’s-approval relationship.
After over twenty-five years locking away his heart, Barry had fallen in love
again.
And the fact that Len seemed to be happy to please him triggered something
possessive inside Barry.
After all, most people only got on their knees for him because they fear him.
But apparently Lenny lived under a rock because the boy didn’t even realise
that he gave regular blowjobs to Central City’s most powerful supervillain.
Not that it insulted Barry anyway. He enjoyed working behind the scenes, only
showcasing his power whenever necessary. He was too old for cocky showmanship
and men his age gained power by being calm and controlled, not psychotic and
unpredictable like Savitar.
Plus, he liked the way Lenny looked at him with adoration in those blue eyes
instead of fear that most people threw his way. He loved the way the boy
treated him like a genuine lover instead of a master to be pleased. Leonard was
a perfect lover.
(Not that Savitar was a bad lover but the time remnant was a snarky bitch
ninety percent of the time. It was exhausting. And Barry blamed the version of
himself from the Earth he kidnapped Savitar from. Pretty sure that version of
him must be annoying snarky kid too. No, Savitar didn’t need to know that—shut
up, Barry doesn’t want to sleep alone this week thank-you-very-much.)
“You’re thinking too loud, Barry.”
Barry finally opened his eyes to glare down at the time remnant. Savitar was
grinning at him, scarred cheek pressed against Barry’s ribs, his left arm
curled around Barry’s waist while his right hand was lazily stroking Barry in
slow teasing strokes.
Barry scowled.
Savitar winked and stuck his tongue out.
The time remnant then tilted his head to kiss the scar tissue right above
Barry’s fluttering heart and Barry found himself responding by stroking
Savitar’s hair, tugging lightly when the time remnant played dirty by licking
the scar. It was a scar that the younger speedster didn’t have. A thing that
marked the start of differences between Barry’s history and Savitar’s.
The scar where Eobard drove a knife through his heart to end his life.
Barry growled at the ancient memory, hand tugging forcefully on Savitar’s hair.
His anger invoked a shiver from the time remnant, mismatched eyes hooded and
glazed over as he peeked at Barry. Call him narcissistic but Barry could never
get over on how pretty the younger speedster looked. Time moved differently in
the multiverse, and when he snagged Savitar from the brink of death from the
Prime Earth, the kid was still gloriously in his late twenties.
Fifteen years had passed since then, and boy, did Savitar keep himself
gloriously young and pretty.
It’s weird how Savitar’s aging still worked the same like it was on his origin
Earth.
Those submissive glazed eyes batted long lashes playfully at him, and that was
all it took for Barry to groan, thread his fingers in the soft brown hair and
pull the kid up for a passionate kiss.
They wrestled, legs tangled in the mess of blankets on the bed, hands touching
and wandering shamelessly—exploring the familiar span of skin, seeking the
spots that made them shiver and whimper in pleasure as they engaged in a fierce
liplock. They pulled away with a gasp, Savitar’s arms finally found their way
to be looped around Barry’s neck, clinging to the older speedster for dear life
as Barry rocked their hips together, the older between the two caught Savitar
in another kiss, this time purposely setting the kiss to be soft and
languid—their movements gotten infuriatingly slow.
“Barry,” Savitar growled.
Barry ran his tongue along Savitar’s teeth, murmuring lazily to the gaping lips
of his partner. “Yeah, babe?”
“For the love of speed force, can you move any slower?”
That was sarcasm, because the movement of their hips were practically slow-
motion by now but Barry did chuckle at how ridiculous his younger partner
looked like, mismatched eyes narrowed in an angry glare despite the way his
cheeks flushed a deep pink, lips parted open, begging to be filled. Barry
nipped at Savitar’s lower lip, tongue darting out to tease the kid.
“Patience, doll.”
“Patience is not on my skill sheet.”
“Hmm…I love watching your pretty flushed face”
“I really hate you and your narcissistic ass.”
“That’s not what’s you screamed an hour ago.”
“HATE.”
Oh, boy, how Barry loved younger lovers. Always so feisty and impatient.
Savitar opened that filthy mouth to swear at him but Barry was quick to silence
him with a searing kiss. Mismatched eyes fluttered close while slender hands
found their way to his hair to tug and pull ruthlessly. Barry hoisted Savitar
up his lap, the remnant’s legs wrapped tight around his waist now as he spread
the soft cheeks apart. Savitar growled when he felt Barry’s slick tip nudge
against his rim, teasing and playful and so fucking frustrating that he ended
up retaliating by biting down on Barry’s tongue, tasting the blood in his
mouth.
It took a different turn though.
Barry seemed to be turned on with that, fingers curled painfully on Savitar’s
hips. He licked the dripping blood that trickled down his lips, eyes hooded
with lust as he pressed in, wrecking Savitar thoroughly with an insanely slow
pace. He pushed just barely inside, slick and hot against the vibrating body,
hands holding the kid still before the kid could press down to take Barry fully
in. The remnant was tight, the healing had kicked in and tightened his loosen
hole though the kid was still slick with cum and the remains of lube from their
session an hour ago.
Savitar was shaking and vibrating, fighting against Barry’s tight grip. Oh, how
he hated the older speedster’s infinite patience. He knew that Barry could go
on like this the whole night. Torturously slow, patiently wrecking Savitar with
sweet agony in his thrusts. As much as Savitar enjoyed mocking the man’s age
(and the rapid aging of this Earth in general), the older speedster was far
more powerful, far wiser and possessed infinite amounts of patience. Barry
could remain seated inside Savitar the whole night, hard and vibrating without
moving an inch, smirking and planting kitten licks on Savitar’s shaking body,
while Savitar begged and pleaded to be fucked and ravished raw.
“You’re so pretty, babe.” Barry hummed, kissing Savitar’s collarbone and sucked
lightly on the skin there.
“Narcissist.” Savitar gasped, tightening his arms around Barry’s neck when the
man took his damn sweet time sliding inside him.
Savitar almost pitied the boy—this Earth’s Leonard Snart? What’s his name? Len?
—If Barry really did snag him into their bed.
Barry was going to thoroughly wreck them both if he treated the boy the same
way he treated Savitar.
Slow and torturous.
Dear speed force, why didn’t he let Iris shoot him point blank back then? Why
did he follow this Barry to this Earth?
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna take care of you.”
(Ah yes, because of those words.)
“After I break you apart, that is.”
Savitar really hated Barry.
=====================================================================================
It has been a week since that incident.
It has been a long week of healing and being babied and Leonard was still
adapting to the domestic scene of seeing Killer Frost playing with Lisa in his
cheap motel room.
It freaked him out and almost gave him a panic attack knowing the woman who
single-handedly vanquished a whole battalion of the U.S. Army was in his room
and playing ice magic with his baby sister. Frost had stopped by every day to
check on his shoulder and play with Lisa while she nagged him to catch up on
his studies.
He almost choked on his tea when she showed him the list of schools she wished
to enroll him in.
“Aren’t you supposed to be like…an evil supervillain?” he blurted out without
thinking and instantly clasped his hand over his mouth.
He had actually prayed for a quick death when she suddenly burst out laughing.
“I am,” she purred, tracing his jaw with her well-manicured fingers. Though,
her seductress gaze turned warm afterwards and for a split second he saw her
blue eyes turn brown. “But you’re my Mikey’s best friend. I feel obliged to
make sure that you get what he has too.”
“Plus, it is never too un-villain-like to be nice to the boss’ boy,” Leonard
jumped at the deep voice and turned towards the window, where Deathstorm was
lounging on the ledge. “You make him more tolerable. Even Savitar can vouch for
that.”
The boss’ boy.
Len felt the blush crept up his neck.
Did the Flash really have Len on his radar?
And when exactly did he meet the Flash anyway? They all spoke like he had
interacted with the man. Was he one of Len’s regulars?
The thought made his stomach churned.
He never paid attention to most of his regulars. Faceless men made it easier
for him to go through with the feeling of being used after he was done with
them. Though, he knew that they were all dangerous men. But no one stood out as
someone as lethal and dangerous as the Flash. He ought to notice. The Flash’s
powers were not subtle. Unless the man had perfect authority over his power to
not lose control in the peak of orgasm—which he sincerely wished was not the
case—Len would like to notice if he has been blowing the Flash in these six
months he escaped Lewis’ abusive clutches.
Though, speaking of regulars who stood out, Leonard wondered if he should say
goodbye to his favourite client if the Flash really had his eyes on him.
Barry was a special one after all and Len didn’t want to risk him to be on the
Flash’s radar.
Len liked him. A lot.
Screw the fact that Barry was in his late forties, that man was insanely good
looking.
Len almost didn’t believe that Barry was forty-eight until the man showed him
his ID. Honestly! He looked like he was at least in his mid-thirties.
That was a major fountain of youth magic over there.
Barry stood out like a sore thumb in the bar where Leonard frequented for his
‘job’. Although Devil’s Dive was not the Rogues’ exclusive lair like Saints and
Sinners, but the people that hung were as rough and ruthless as the ones who
received access into Saints and Sinners. The Families’ princes and princesses,
high-end thieves and assassins, metahuman supervillains—they all were regulars
there.
And young desperate kids like him?
Free access into the dive as long as they make the customers happy. The bouncer
won’t even card them.
And Barry really stood out with his neat, iron-pressed button-down shirts
layered with nerdy sweaters in the midst of rowdy badass criminals. The man
always sat at the far end of the bar, his back to the wall as if he was
avoiding a sneak attack from behind (he should, because the people there will
totally do that out of random spite) as he nursed a glass of strange bluish
liquid. His bright green eyes were always so vigilant as he observed the
criminals there (who by the way, miraculously gave him a wide berth of space,
leaving a literal empty radius as they avoided him like a plague Len thought
that was the perk of being related to Savitar. Barry surely looked identical
enough to be blood-related to the psychopathic speedster.)
But, Leonard didn’t think that Barry was involved with the Rogues’ business. He
was too kind, too gentle, too caring to be a part of the group of supervillains
that slaughtered the Justice League fifteen years ago.
Len had heard about the Great Massacre that marked the start of a new age in
the city. The information was vague and perhaps unreliable, but Len trusted the
source, Aunt Amaya hardly had any reason to lie to him after all—she was his
mother’s only sister.
Too bad she suddenly disappeared (presumably dead) or otherwise, Len and Lisa
would’ve had a better life living with her.
The trigger of the Great Massacre was a fault of judging on the JL’s part.
Leonard didn’t remember much of it, since Aunt Amaya told this to him when he
was six, but it seemed that a very powerful meta from another Earth (yeah,
trippy) framed the Flash for a crime he didn’t commit. Since the power of the
meta was very strong, it cheated Wonder Woman’s lasso of truth, altered the
Flash and the victim’s memories, making the case to be very straightforward.
It was all hush-hush, but apparently Aunt Amaya had insider info that Batman
did something to strip the Flash’s power away, rendering him weak and in pain
all of the time.
None of the heroes stepped up to persuade further investigation of the case.
They all turned their backs on Central City’s hero.
The Flash was ruled guilty without much trial or deep investigation.
They locked the Flash up in Iron Heights after that.
It wasn’t until ten years of imprisonment that one of the heroes, Vixen,
discovered the plot of framing the Flash. It shook the entire city, and people
who had been wary of the Justice League and their conception now started to
lose trust in the heroes. The heroes tried to fix things, tried to clear the
Flash’s name, tried to mend their broken alliance with the betrayed hero—
—but it was too late.
The Flash had snapped.
He went insane.
Aunt Amaya didn’t explain it to his six year old self, opting to say that the
Flash was abused by the inmates and prison guards, unable to defend himself
after being stripped of his powers; but as an almost adult now, Leonard could
guess what had happened.
The Flash had lots of enemies behind the bars anyway.
And the abuse apparently had driven the man insane. His rage destroyed whatever
Batman had done to him, called back his powers from their original source,
making the Flash be reborn far stronger and more powerful than he was before.
Or that’s what Aunt Amaya said.
The Flash massacred half of the inmates in Iron Heights, cold-bloodedly and
single-handedly, as Leonard read from the old newspaper clippings. Those who
survived were either severely traumatized or publicly announced their
gratefulness for not crossing the Flash while he was helpless.
The JL and the military then called a state emergency, a nationwide lockdown.
It was a terrifying week for the whole nation.
After the week went by with nothing but an occasional mugging happening, they
all fell into a false sense of security. The emergency lockdown was retracted
and when everyone seemed to be exhaling breaths of relief, shit went down.
The Flash returned in the middle of the Justice League’s press conference with
his merry band of rogue metas.
That was the first time Savitar made an appearance.
That was the first time Deathstorm made his debut under his supervillain alias.
That was the first time the city witnessed a terrifying line of powerful
metahumans united under one leader.
And when Killer Frost iced the whole military, the massacre started.
Another week of lockdown, an all-out war of fierce battles between the JL and
the strange powerful metas the Flash had gathered, and in the end, the Flash
emerged victorious—
—and the Justice League was history.
It was like a far-fetched myth, despite Leonard being two years old when it
happened but as far as Len remembered, the Rogues were already in control of
the city as he grew up, criminals were on the loose although seemed to be tied
to a certain code and the Big 4 weren’t people you wanted to cross.
Len couldn’t imagine Barry being a part of that, despite his obvious relation
with Savitar.
Leonard never blamed the Flash for snapping and going insane. To be honest, he
pitied the fallen hero. No one on the hero’s team stepped up in his defense
when he himself was under duress. No one thought that he might be under the
influence of mind control. None of the heroes cared that their friend was
behaving out of character—they were too high on their horses to stop and
consider that the whole thing might be a plot to frame the Flash.
Len knew how that felt. That’s how he felt when no one listened to him when he
spoke about Lewis’ abuse. No one listened to his cries for help, despite the
glaring evidence that something was wrong as the so-called ‘good’ community
opted to believe Lewis who was a cop and a servant of justice.
Leonard could relate with the Flash.
But he was also aware that the man—although had indeed mellowed down from his
bloodlust spree fifteen years ago—was very dangerous and not to be crossed.
And if Frost and Deathstorm were right in the idea about the Flash having
interest in Len, he ought to make sure that Barry was far away from that.
He would miss Barry’s gentle touches and soothing words but it had to be done.
“Lenny?”
Leonard started and almost jumped at Frost’s tentative voice. “Ye-yes?”
Frost and Deathstorm exchanged a weird look that ended with Deathstorm
guffawing in amusement while Frost giggled. Len suddenly felt that he was the
subject of an inside joke that he didn’t know.
“We were asking if you wanted to celebrate the Great Massacre with us tonight.
At our lair,” Frost smiled, rocking the slumbering Lisa slowly in her arms.
“Mick will be there too, and it would be nice for him to have someone his age
with him,” she paused, shifting Lisa a bit and added with a softer tone. “I’ll
have Boo babysit Lisa. She is staying home this year, not really wanting to
move since she is in her third trimester. She would be happy to have Lisa
over.”
Boo? Oh, yeah, Peek-a-boo, Mrs. Weather Wizard.
Leonard didn’t know if he could trust Mark Mardon’s wife to babysit his baby
sister, but he couldn’t say no to two of the Big 4 right?
Hence, he croaked a shaky ‘yes’ and cracked a smile when Frost smirked at him.
Len really hoped that Savitar didn’t invite Barry to the celebration….
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Len’s prayer was not answered.
Because the moment he stepped into Saints and Sinners, flanked by Deathstorm
and Killer Frost, the first person he saw was Barry.
That was, until Mick bounced from his stool and dragged him to a table where a
few other obviously underaged teenagers were gathered, each nursing drinks in
their hands (although one was already passed out cold). He caught Barry’s eyes
while been dragged, and winced when the man’s eyes went unnaturally wide,
before those green orbs narrowed to two displeased slits.
Leonard shivered.
“Who’s your boyfriend, Mick?” the blonde girl who was downing shots of vodka
like mother’s milk raised an eyebrow as Len was forcefully shoved to sit at the
table.
“He’s my best friend, Lance,” Mick grunted, eyes wild as he shot a conspiring
look around them. “And keep your voice down. I don’t want anyone to
misunderstand anything.”
Lance eyed Len up and down before offering her hand. “Sara Lance,” she said,
giving Len a firm handshake. “Call me Sara. Glad to finally meet you, Leonard.”
Len gaped at her.
“How did you—”
The boy beside him chuckled. “It isn’t hard to guess. Boss has been in an oddly
good mood ever since the name Leonard started to float around here, and the
Trio enjoy teasing him with that too much. The teasing intensified today, and
you’re the only odd variable in the equation,” he grinned, downing his drink
with a wink. “The name is Barth, by the way.”
“And he’s not from our Earth, if you want to know,” Sara smirked and flipped a
blade at the boy.
Barth evaded the blade swiftly, the movement brought him into the brighter
light in the process.
Len gaped wider when he got a full look of the boy’s face.
“Yep,” Barth laughed at his shock. “Get that a lot. I’m totally NOT Savitar’s
or Barry’s illegitimate child by the way. Just a stray visitor from another
Earth.”
‘What the actual fuck’ pretty much summed up Leonard’s thought right now.
“I like it here, though,” Barth pondered out loud, waving the sexy waitress
over for another shot of his weird bluish drink. “No heroes. And Barry on this
Earth isn’t as uptight as he is on other Earths.” he smirked, leering
lecherously at the waitress who came with his drink and some water for Len.
“Water?” Sara raised an eyebrow as she eyed Len’s glass in distaste. “Barth,
you ass.”
“Hey, Frost mentioned that he is still on the mend,” Barth snorted and returned
Sara’s glare with a chiding look. “And he is malnourished. Forgive me for not
forcing him to straight up start with vodka.”
Len flushed slightly.
“Ignore them,” Mick grunted at him, placing a beer bottle in front of Leonard.
“Barth is not known for his tact and Lance is a bitch.”
“Excuse you—.”
Mick ignored both teenagers, grabbed the untouched glass of water in front of
Len, only to dump it on the curled up prone figure between Barth and Sara.
“Wake the fuck up, Axel,” his friend grunted.
Axel didn’t even lift his head, but instead flipped his middle finger at Mick.
“Piss off, pyro,” the boy slurred.
“The fuck is wrong with you?”
Sara snorted. “Hart ditched him tonight.”
Barth guffawed. “For a fast-track university entrance exam.”
“Stupid insensitive boyfriend,” Axel murmured to the table. “Just because the
Flash got him chances to further his studies, he is willing to ditch the love
of his life.”
Leonard blinked at that info.
“He didn’t even have to study…Flash would have gotten him in anyway…”
“Hey, just because the boss cares about our education, doesn’t mean we
shouldn’t work hard to earn it,” Sara chided, eyes darted playfully toward the
main booth where Savitar, Deathstorm and Frost were hunched and whispering
conspiringly. She shifted her gaze towards Len, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Soo….Leonard…”
“Yes?” Len barely able to restrain himself from squeaking.
“What’s the boss like in the sack?”
Barth choked on his drink while Leonard flushed deep pink.
“Lance, what the hell!” Barth coughed, his whole body vibrated slightly.
Len finally realized that Barth was a speedster too.
“That is hardly appropriate!” The teenage speedster scowled, eyes glaring
daggers at Sara.
“You’re literally a mob wife on your Earth, Barth. Your position to Cold is
pretty much the same as Savitar’s is to the Flash. Second-in-command and
lovers,” Sara deadpanned and sighed dramatically. “I’ve been a trained assassin
since I was fourteen. Mick is Deathstorm’s son and a legitimate pyro. Axel is a
psychopathic bomb enthusiast—hardly any of us are innocent.”
“Do you realise that the Flash on this Earth is another version of me? You’re
basically asking how I am in the sack!”
“Point.”
Barth groaned.
Leonard was positive that his brain was broken after listening to that
exchange.
His mind was pretty much numb and not functioning as Sara and Barth argued back
and forth about something related to doppelgangers and the multiverse while
Mick hovered over him like his friend was expecting Len to pass out or throw
up.
To be honest, Len thought he was about to do both of those things.
Though, he was distracted from getting sick by a tall shadow looming over him.
Len looked up and gulped nervously upon seeing a tall, bulky man staring down
at him. The man had short-cropped blonde hair, wide shoulders and arms packed
with thick muscles. He was wearing a faded green tank top with baggy military-
printed pants and beige combat boots. He leered down at Leonard, mocking smirk
on his face.
“Hey, doll. Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, looking down at Len in a
way that made him want to cower behind Mick. “Aren’t you supposed to be at
Devil’s, sucking fat cocks there? Upping your game, huh?”
Leonard flushed in embarrassment when Sara and Barth stopped arguing to stare
at him.
Though, there was no judgement in either teens’ gaze. They tensed, lightning
flickered in Barth’s eyes while Sara playfully twirled another blade in her
hand.
Mick has one hand on Len’s back, his other hand was on the strange gun
holstered on his thigh. “Fuck off, Woodward,” he growled. “This one is out of
your league.”
Woodward sneered. “As if. Isn’t his whole point being here to please us, big
sharks?”
Leonard watched the way Mick’s gaze flickered to the main booth where his
parents were seated and was surprised to see the amused smiles on both Frost
and Deathstorm’s face. Barry and Savitar were not there anymore.
“You heard Mick, Woodward,” Sara pointed her blade in Woodward’s direction.
“Back off. Leonard is not someone you wanna mess with.”
“Oh, really?” Woodward jeered, eyes skimming up and down Len’s body. “You have
a big bad daddy here?”
Leonard hunched his body smaller.
Though, Sara and Barth guffawed while Mick quirked an exasperated smile.
“As a matter of fact….,” Sara started, exchanging knowing looks with Barth.
Barth grinned sardonically. “…he does.”
Woodward raised an eyebrow. “He does?” he turned to stare down at Leonard.
“Who’s your john, kid?”
Len was almost sure that Woodward was about to hit him when he noticed the
music had died down.
“Hello, Woodward.”
Len felt shivers ran down his spine. That voice…It was so similar to the
Flash’s voice when the speedster saved Leonard last week. Ice cold and
unforgiving, filled with silent fury. Len braced himself when he turned towards
the source of the voice, expecting to see the Flash there, only to be shocked
upon seeing Barry instead, the man’s facial expression was cold and void of
emotions though the displeasure was obvious in his green eyes. Savitar was
leaning against Barry, curling submissively against his chest while he has his
arms clung round his shoulders, his hair a complete mess while lips were red
and bruised, his jacket half-slid open to expose his left shoulder where a huge
hickey was paraded on display.
Leonard bit down the rise of jealousy inside him.
Though, something did feel wrong with the whole situation.
The noise of the lair had died down as all eyes fell onto Barry.
Len realized that the people had parted to give way for Barry, leaving a large
width of path from the main booth to their table. Everyone was staring at
Barry—but it wasn’t a mocking look as Leonard expected.
They all seemed to cower in fear and awe at the neat, nerdy Barry, more than
they cowered around Savitar. It shouldn’t be like that. It wasn’t logical.
Len’s brain couldn’t process the strangeness of the situation at all. Iron-
pressed button down layered with a sweater and slim-fitted jeans that Barry
wore versus the tight tank top, leather jacket and ripped skinny jeans that was
wrapped around Savitar’s body. It was nerdy versus badass, but yet every single
powerful villain inside the lair seemed to fear Barry more than the well-known
psychopathic speedster.
Leonard shot a frantic look at the main booth towards Killer Frost, whom he had
found most comfort in, only to be scared stiff by the manic grin Savitar was
giving him.
Savitar, who finally let go of Barry, leant down to kiss Leonard’s cheek.
Len flushed deep pink.
“Cute,” Savitar murmured, his breath hot against Len’s cheek. He patted Len’s
close-cropped hair and tilted his head to grin at Barry. “I like him already,
Barry. Can we keep him?”
Barry sighed fondly.
Savitar beamed at him.
Len didn’t understand what was happening.
“Hey, baby,” Barry murmured as he stepped around Woodward, lips forming the
same gentle smile that had won Len over as he gently held Leonard’s hand.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he added, tugging Len up.
“Wait, he’s yours—!!!”
There was a sudden gust of breeze and flicker of lightning as both Savitar and
Woodward disappeared from the spot they were standing before.
Len stared wide-eyed at the empty floor.
Barry chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with
Woodward later,” he smiled, hands rubbing soothing circles on Len’s lower back
as he pulled him closer. “I’m more concerned about you. Are you okay?”
Len practically melted when he fell into the too-warm embrace. He curled up in
Barry’s arms, feeling unexpectedly safe despite the nagging worry at the back
of his head that something was off. Barry wiped the worry away when he kissed
the top of his head, one hand was rubbing down Len’s back soothingly while his
other hand curled around Leonard’s slim waist—secure and possessive.
“Been missing you.” Len murmured against the wool of Barry’s navy sweater,
completely forgetting that they had an audience.
Barry didn’t respond with words but instead hoisted Len up, holding him secure
as he kissed Len right there in the middle of the bar crowded with
supervillains and criminals. There was no exchange of words. Barry was never a
talkative one. He spoke to Len through his touches. A careful caress over his
healing shoulder spoke of his care and worry over Len’s injury, a gentle tap
over his jaw demanded Len to tilt his head for Barry to deepen the kiss, a
tight possessive hold on Len’s waist pled Len to not leave, the tentative tease
of his tongue begged for permission to go further….
And when Barry kissed him deep, Len couldn’t help but felt that he was swept
away off his feet.
By the time Leonard felt the wall behind him, he was too far gone in Barry’s
kiss.
“Barry.” he gasped, eyes hooded, arms looped round the older man’s neck as a
contented smile made its way onto his face.
He was always the most content around the older man.
“Shit, Lenny,” Barry grunted, diving forward to mouth at the skin on Len’s
neck. “You keep giving me that look, I’m not going to let you out of the bed at
all.”
Len tilted his head to give Barry more access, eyes fluttering closed as he
arched his back, his legs found their way around Barry’s waist as he was all
too ready to submit to their usual routine.
Though, the slight vibration of the slick tongue mapping his collarbone and the
crackles of lightning that triggered goosebumps all over his skin caused
Leonard to snap his eyes open, only to stare in disbelief at Barry.
Barry smiled fondly at him, staring with the same gentle eyes that won him over
months ago despite the obvious crackling of lightning he saw in the green orbs.
Barry’s expression was intimidating, proud and egotistical, but those gentle
eyes were pleading, calloused hands tightening slightly around his waist as if
begging him to not leave and the fact that they now were at the far end of the
bar when they were just in the middle a few seconds ago made the puzzle pieces
to fall into place.
Of course. Len was too oblivious, too absorbed with strategizing and plotting
his and Lisa’s survival while living on his own to connect the obvious dots.
The way Savitar seemed so submissive to Barry earlier. The way everyone gave
Barry a wide berth of space despite his nerdy outfit in a criminal dive. The
way no one seemed to dare to disturb Leonard whenever he sat with Barry. The
fact that he had seen, touched, kissed and worshipped the scars on Barry’s back
even though the man had stated how much he hated those reminders from his time
in prison. The fact that Barry hated the Justice League so much that he reacted
violently whenever Len slipped the two words out.
The reason the rest of the Big 4 treated him nicely.
It finally made sense.
Barry was the Flash.
His favourite client was basically the man that ruled the United States.
He stared at Barry, eyes softening at the thought of this man who was so gentle
and kind to him had gone through so much to the point that all the good inside
of him had been wiped clean and been replaced with hate and anger. So much hurt
and anger in those eyes, but yet they still gazed gently at Len, still lovingly
watched over Lisa whenever they stumbled upon each other at the park. So much
pain and torment that body had gone through, but yet Barry’s arms were still so
warm and protective whenever he touched Leonard.
Unfortunate circumstances had made this hero fall into the depth of darkness.
But there was still good in him, Len could see it, thus, he planted his hand
along Barry’s jaw and smiled gently.
“Shall we get a room?”
He distinctly heard Savitar cheer before Barry whisked him away.
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“I win.” Savitar grinned smugly.
“You cheated, didn’t you?” Frost narrowed her eyes at him, though she did pull
a sleek case out of her purse. She opened the case to reveal three small vials
of different colours.
“Pay up, Princess Frost.” Savitar drawled, eyes fixed greedily on the vials.
“I’m going to regret doing this…,” Frost glared in exasperation at Savitar as
she slid the case to him. “Use them responsibly.” she huffed sternly.
Savitar’s manic grin didn’t do anything to convince her at all that he would
heed her warning.
Deathstorm smiled fondly at both of them. He knew better than to get involved
with any bets that Savitar was in. Either the scarred speedster has lady luck
in his pocket or he rigged the bets—but Savitar always wins, especially if the
prize was something the speedster couldn’t create on his own. And now
Deathstorm knew that he needed to be ready to be on damage control whenever
Savitar decided he want to get high on that specially-concocted drug.
Man, he was so not looking forward for that.
Downing his drink, he curled an arm around Frost’s waist and pondered out loud.
“Think that Barry will make it back before the routine speech?”
The look that his wife and the psychopathic speedster gave him told him that he
just asked a stupid question.
Savitar snorted. “Barry is an ass. He’ll take his damn sweet time with the
kid.”
“Speaking from experience, are you?” Frost leered in a mocking purr.
“Shut up.”
“That’s not how you were last night. So fucking loud, we could hear you three
floors down.”
Savitar scowled at her.
Frost grinned back, sliding a glass of bluish liquid towards Savitar and tipped
her glass at him.
“Cheers, for our boss finally getting his boy and to the fifteenth anniversary
of our victory.”
Savitar grinned, tipping his glass to the air. “Cheers to me for finally
getting the chance to persuade Barry into having a threesome.”
Deathstorm snorted into his drink.
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It was a short trip of blurred colours and a cool rush of breeze that took
about 10 seconds until Barry skidded to a stop inside a well-furnished bedroom.
Barry placed Leonard down but kept a hand on his lower back as Len took in the
surrounding.
It was obviously a room in a tall tower, as the view of the wide glass pane
looked down onto the rest of the city. The bedroom was simple and elegant,
shades of blue and black coloured the room—black floor, gradient blue painted
walls, black and navy loveseat near the wide glass pane, flimsy half-
transparent sky blue curtains and wide king bed with dark navy sheets.
Being surrounded with his favourite colour instantly calmed Len’s racing heart.
“Gideon.” Barry called out to the empty air.
Len stared at him questioningly.
“Yes, Mr. Allen?”
Leonard almost jumped at that disembodied mechanical voice but Barry’s hand on
his lower back was a comforting pressure that stopped him from doing so.
“Fire on. Curtains drawn in. And I’d appreciate it if you deliver some wine for
us,” Barry ordered, planting a gentle kiss on Len’s cheek as soon as he was
done giving orders. “Would you like something to eat too, Lenny?”
“N-no.” Len shook his head, completely awed when the curtains being to cover
the wide glass pane, fire flickered to life in the fireplace and a part of the
wall opened to reveal a dark passage as a humanoid robot wheeled in to set the
wine next to the bed.
Once the robot wheeled away and the wall closed, Len felt Barry gently tug him
close. The older man wrapped an arm round his waist, the other hand stroke
Len’s cheek lovingly. Gentle eyes caught his own and Barry smiled that
breathtaking smile that crinkled his eyes and made him seem like an
impersonation of sunshine.
Len found himself to be the first who closed their gap and capture Barry’s lips
in a kiss.
His hands clutched Barry’s sweater, twisting nervously in the fabric, unsure
where the line was drawn now that he was aware of who Barry really was until
Barry grasped his hands and brought one up to press at the curve of his jaw
while the other was pressed over his chest.
Len marveled at the fast fluttering beat of Barry’s heart.
“It’s always so fast…,” he pulled away just to murmur in awe, eyes flicking up
to meet Barry’s own as he pressed his hand tighter against Barry’s jaw. “And
you’re so warm…”
Barry grinned, tilting his head to nuzzle his cheek against Leonard’s palm.
“Speedster’s perks.” he exhaled, eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his nose
to Len’s palm. “Lenny.” he sighed, his shoulders sagged as if all the tension
he had bottled up ebbed away from him.
“The usual?” Len grinned, recognizing the usual routine.
“Yeah,” Barry croaked, eyes still closed though his breathing had slowed down
to soft sighs.
Leonard leaned over and pressed his lips to Barry’s, marveling on how soft they
were against his chapped ones. He started out slow—Barry loved slow—gently
moving their lips together. Barry always let Len take charge in the beginning,
so Leonard kissed the older man at his own pace, like how he planned his heists
back when his old man was in prison. He paid attention to each little
detail—the soft hitch of breath when he slid his hand inside Barry’s shirt, the
way Barry tensed every time Len’s fingers traced over the scars on his back,
the way Barry twitched and vibrated when Len stroke those scars lovingly, the
little whine the older man slipped out when Leonard pulled him closer—they were
all the little things that made Barry, well, Barry, and Len was nothing but
thorough in both his planning and kisses. Crossed the t’s, dotted the i’s,
counted every second—
—it was the same.
Kissing Barry and planning heists.
It gave Len the same thrill.
And when the time was right, Leonard pulled away and left Barry gasping for
air, the older man’s hands were vibrating, eyes hooded with fondness as he
stared at Len. Barry’s hands were on the edge of his shirt not long after,
playfully skirting between the edge of the fabric and Len’s heated skin. Len
raised his arms so that Barry could chucked the shirt off him and the older man
did. Painstakingly slow, but the smile that graced his face was adoring when
Leonard was bare-chested. Len leant close, sliding his hands underneath Barry’s
shirt, never attempting to remove it because Barry hated to show off his back.
Len understood that—he has his fair share of scars too but nothing was close to
the ones on Barry’s body.
Hence, he waited patiently, rubbing soothing circles on the too-warm skin until
the tension in Barry’s shoulders ebbed away and the older man nodded, giving
permission for Leonard to chuck his sweater off.
They kissed again after that, Barry hoisting Len up again, making sure that
Len’s legs were securely wrapped around his waist before he started to rock
their hips together. This time, Barry kissed like he was on a warpath. He took
charge, raw and obscene as he invaded Leonard’s mouth, laying siege with his
tongue and teeth, leaving burning lust in his wake. Len surrendered, submitting
thoroughly and carded his fingers in Barry’s hair, never wanting the older man
to stop and by the time Barry pulled away, he was whining at the loss, back
laid flat on the soft mattress with Barry’s limbs caging him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re way too good for your age?” Len blurted
out, his vision glassy due to the tears he didn’t realise were there.
Barry chuckled and leant down to lay a soft peck on Len’s bruised lips. “I
could say the same to you too.”
There, the thing that made Len adore Barry so much. The older man always made
him feel appreciated, made him know that he was worthy. Barry then smiled at
him, but this smile was nothing like his usual gentle, doting ones. It was
intense and knowing, filled with a powerful confidence that has Leonard
squirming slightly as Barry gripped the back of his neck and pull him close for
another long, deep kiss. Len felt another hand snake its way around his waist
to rest on his lower back as he was tugged up until he was properly seated.
Barry patted Len on the hip, signaling for him to get on top of him, lips still
moving in a slow, agonizing rhythm and Len moved to settle down on Barry’s
thighs, his own movements too eager for his own good. Barry proceeded to tease
Len, slipping him just enough tongue to keep him wanting more, toying with him
by catching the younger man’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging at it
playfully before shifting to kiss at the corner of Leonard’s mouth when Len
tried to return the favour. Len mewled in frustration and wriggled uselessly
against Barry’s chest, fingers tugging at Barry’s sleeves as he tried to kiss
the older man properly on the lips. His cries got louder when Barry slid a hand
up his body and ran his fingertips along the curve of his spine.
“Cute.” Barry whispered when they finally parted for air, Leonard’s lips
slightly swollen from the long slow kiss.
Green eyes were bright with affection yet dark with desire as they scanned over
Len’s flushed face, and such an adoring gaze made Len want him even more, made
Len crave to please him even more.
It’s a thing that being with Barry did to him. It was nice to have Barry
mouthing at his neck with that damn vibrating tongue, but for some reason it
felt even better when he ground his hips down against Barry’s crotch and heard
the older man groan his name in response. The way Barry arched into him, mouth
slack with a pleasured gasp, eyes screwed shut as if the man was trying to
regain his control as his hardened vibrating length pressed into Len’s thigh—it
made Leonard’s blood rush southwards, made him ache with an overwhelming desire
to make Barry feel good any way he can.
“May I suck you off?” Leonard asked, his voice husky and trembling with
anticipation, “Please, Barry—Flash, sir—, may I?”
“What? Yea, sur—.” Barry said, seemingly taken aback by what Leonard had just
called him with, though his words were cut off when Len pressed hungry, open-
mouthed kisses up his jawline. “Sure, baby, okay, go ahead,” he panted, fingers
curling at the nape of Len’s neck as Len caught his earlobe between his lips
and teeth, “Lenny, fuck! That feels so good.”
Len’s dick twitched at that compliment and he would be embarrassed by how
easily affected he was at that if he wasn’t already scrambling to pull Barry’s
jeans and boxers off the man. Leonard tossed the articles of clothing away, too
preoccupied with licking his lips at the sight of Barry’s hard flushed length
to care of anything else. He looked up at Barry, eyes seeking permission and a
jolt of pleasure shot up his spine upon seeing the dilated green eyes. The man
sighed and scooted backwards to rest his back against the headboard, all the
while keeping his hand on the nape of Leonard’s neck, prompting Len to follow
his movement. Once Barry had found a comfortable position, Len braced himself
on Barry’s hips with his left hand and took Barry’s length in his right,
enjoying the hot, heavy weight of it against his palm as he gave it a few
experimental pumps. Barry choked out restrained sighs with each stroke, his
cock swelling and stiffening under Leonard’s fingers and Len’s mouth watered as
the tip flushed an even darker shade of red.
“Lenny,” Barry groaned breathlessly, one forearm thrown over his eyes, and the
hand he has curled at the nape of Len’s neck clenched tight when Len blew a
stream of cool air over the crown of his dick. “Baby, please.” he huffed,
pushing gently on the back of Leonard’s head, and Len’s eyes fluttered shut for
a moment, a pulse of pleasure shooting straight through him at the way Barry
guided his open mouth to his dick.
Len wrapped his lips around the tip of Barry’s dick, suckling gently as he
flicked his tongue over the precum pearling at Barry’s slit. He moaned softly
when the action invoked light vibrations inside his mouth, which was
reciprocated with soft groans that Barry let out. There were no more of the
usual restrain the man usually display around Leonard. Barry vibrated
shamelessly as Len started to bob his head, Leonard was so eager to please as
he used his hand to pump over what he couldn’t fit in his mouth just yet.
“Oh, dear speed force.” Barry sighed, hips bucked and back arched in pleasure.
Len decided he should try to take a little bit more of Barry’s hard flesh into
his mouth, just to hear that breathy voice again.
Barry was well-endowed, both in terms of length and width, and Len’s lips
stretched to accommodate Barry’s girth the further down he went. It was so
filthy and dirty, the way he craved and enjoyed the sensation of Barry’s flesh
rubbing against the roof of his mouth, the way the moisture gathering at the
corner of his mouth made him giddy with desire instead of grossing him out, the
way it felt so good to have the flat of his tongue pressed flush against the
contour of veins that were etched into Barry’s dick and the way his own
pleasure built up for each little noise Barry slipped out. He should be ashamed
really, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Lewis’ mocked him for being such
a cockslut and he should be humiliated, but instead he was balancing on his
knees, nestled between Barry’s spread legs as he undid his jeans with his free
hand and reached into his boxer briefs to palm at his erection.
Barry has moved the arm he had thrown over his eyes down to caress Len’s
bulging cheek, and he was biting on his lower lip in a poor attempt to stifle
his moans even while digging his blunt nails into Leonard’s scalp. Len hollowed
his cheeks, sucking hard till Barry hissed out a muffled groan. He pulled off
with a slow slide that ended with a lewd pop before pumping both hands over the
saliva-slickened length. He looked up at Barry, cheeks hot as he begged.
“Don’t, Barry. Please, sir. I want to hear you….I-I..need to hear you, please.”
Barry peered down at Leonard through lidded dilated eyes, and he must have
liked what he saw because he groaned loudly. His head fell back against the
edge of the headboard with a painful thud, and then he was yanking Len up by
his shoulders so that he could kiss the boy, fierce and hungry.
“Okay, snowflakes, whatever you want,” Barry growled against his lips, and Len
whimpered at the pet name because Barry only used them when he was really
aroused. Barry shifted so that he was fully laid out on the mattress, Len laid
atop him as the speedster’s hand slipped into Leonard’s briefs to stroke him
with slow vibrating strokes as they traded a few sloppy kisses. Len shuddered
and whined in pleasure but then Barry was pushing Len’s head back down to his
crotch and Len gladly took Barry’s cock into his mouth again.
Leonard laved his tongue against the underside of Barry’s dick as he took in a
deep gulp of air for what he planned to do next. He had been planning to do
this for Barry since a few months ago. Something he hoped would please the man
that was so gentle and kind to him. He started by surging forward, taking as
much of Barry’s length as he could until Barry was bumping up against the back
of his throat. He hollowed his cheeks once again, marveling in the pleasurable
fullness of his mouth and before Barry could figure out what’s going on, Len
kept going, fighting down his gag reflex as he forced Barry’s cock further in
until his nose was brushing against the coarse curls of Barry’s pubic hair.
“LENNY!”
Barry arched off the bed as though electrified, and the way he vibrated to an
almost blur and cried out Leonard’s name had Len shuddering with pleasure.
Tears stung at the corner of Leonard’s eyes as a pressure built up in his
lungs, and he managed to swallow around Barry once—making the older man cried
out again—before he has to pull off.
Leonard’s chest heaved, his breaths were ragged and heavy as he tried to
recover his breath, but he didn’t stop stroking Barry’s vibrating erection even
though his own hands were trembling. He was blinking away the tears in his eyes
when Barry cupped his face and led him up to kiss him again, soft and gentler
this time, though no less passionate.
See? The man was an angel. Always so loving and gentle to broken toys like
Leonard.
“That was amazing, Leonard, baby,” Barry murmured lovingly as he stroked his
thumbs over Len’s cheeks. “You’re amazing. How do I even deserve you?”
“Really?” Len asked, feeling pretty much like a child seeking approval, his
voice trembling as much as his hands were, as much as Barry’s hands shook too.
“I’m good enough for you?”
Useless brat! You’re such a good for nothing!
“Yes,” Barry breathed, leaning up slightly to kiss the trace of tears on Len’s
cheek. “God, Len, you’re too good for me.”
Warmth filled Leonard’s chest, successfully silencing Lewis’ voice that was
chanting on how useless he was. He turned his head to kiss Barry’s left palm
and managed a wobbly smile. “That’s good. Wanna make you feel good, Barry.”
“You make me feel so good, snowflakes,” Barry assured him, voice ever so gentle
as he kissed Leonard sweetly on his forehead. “So good.”
Len bit his lower lip and moaned deliriously as he buried his face against
Barry’s neck because Barry’s praises were burning him up with joy and lust. It
was not enough though, Len decided as he rubbed his hand restlessly over the
front of Barry’s rumpled shirt, feeling the man’s heart thumping rapidly
beneath his fingertips. He toyed with the buttons, popping off a few of the
buttons until he could see the scar across the man’s heart. He kissed the scar,
whimpering softly when Barry shuddered. He still wasn’t doing enough because
Barry hasn’t cum yet, and he really wanted him to, wanted to make Barry feel so
good that he’d cum because of what Len was doing to him.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” Len decided breathily, peeping up at Barry
through his wet lashes as he rutted desperately against Barry’s thigh. “Can
you? Please? Need you to fuck me and cum down my throat,” Leonard licked his
lips at the thought of it, at the thought of Barry, thrusting into his mouth,
vibrating inside him, controlling him, using him. The thought sent a jolt of
pleasure straight down to his groin.
“Lenny, what? Baby, snowflakes, you don’t have to—.”
“Please, Barry, let me make you feel good.” Len pleaded, and Barry choked on
his own words.
“Fuck,” Barry breathed, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Fuck!” he repeated, voice
raw with emotion, and then he was crushing his lips against Leonard’s, his grip
on the back of Len’s neck vibrating in his urgency. “Len, baby,” he groaned
Leonard’s name as though it physically pained him to do so, whimpering softly
when Len moaned against his lips. “What are you doing to me, Lenny? God, I
want—I want you—Ah, shit.” Barry growled, unable to finish his sentence.
Instead, he proceeded to strip Len of all his clothes in a flurry of super
speed movement, tossing them haphazardly onto the floor as he pressed lustful
burning kisses along the slope of Leonard’s shoulder, being extra gentle and
careful around Len’s still healing shoulder.
Len’s filthy moans reverberated throughout the room when Barry wrapped a hand
around his neglected erection and started pumping it softly with the barest
hint of vibration. Len bucked his hips into Barry’s touch, fingers digging into
the bedsheets when Barry brushed his nose over a particularly sensitive patch
of skin just beneath his jaw.
“On your knees, baby,” Barry whispered, his teeth grazing over Leonard’s
jugular before he bit down, suckling gentle until Len moaned deliriously. He
laved his tongue over the forming mark, grunting out his order in low husky
voice. “Get on your knees so I can fuck your pretty little mouth.”
Len sobbed then, broken and desperate and eager to please, eager to gain
approval. He scrambled off the bed, his dick swinging heavily between his
thighs, not caring about how his knees stung because of the speed at which he
tumbled onto the floor to kneel between Barry’s legs.
“Lenny, baby,” Barry sighed fondly, smiling as he grabbed a pillow and placed
it on the floor. “Kneel on the pillow sweetheart. I don’t want you to hurt
yourself.”
Len choked back a sob. Who—who had broken this kind man and turned him into a
symbol of evil?
For a split second, Len felt a surge of hatred towards the Justice League, no
matter how silly it was since they were all history now.
Barry bent down to peck on his lips. “Slap me on the leg if you need me to
stop, okay?” Barry said, his expression was a strange mix of concern, adoration
and arousal.
The man was trying to hold himself back, Len could tell from the way his
fingers fidgeted and vibrated on his bare thighs, but Len didn't want that. He
grabbed Barry’s hands and placed them on the back of his head, nodding quickly
in affirmation to Barry’s words before leaning forward to take Barry in his
mouth again. Barry stopped him before he could reach the tip, catching him by
the chin and tilted his head up as Leonard whined sulkily.
“Len,” Barry said, and Len instantly recognized the Flash’s voice, powerful and
stern. “You have to promise me you’ll stop me if I go too far.” He inhaled
deeply, slipping into Barry again, “I don’t want to hurt you—,” before the
Flash reappeared again. “—you’re not a fast healer, so promise me that you’ll
stop me if I go too far. Promise me with words, okay?” he caressed Leonard’s
lips with his thumb, eyes soft with worry despite his obvious arousal, and the
gentle concern cleared some of the fog in Len’s head and filled his heart with
love and light.
“Yes, sir,” Len said, nuzzling into Barry’s hand. He peered up to catch Barry’s
gaze and added as seriously as he could. “I promise, Barry.”
Barry sighed, smiling in approval that made Leonard’s heart fluttered, and then
he was standing up, towering over Len as his hands moved to cradle the back of
Len’s head.
“Ready?” Barry asked, voice slightly vibrating.
Len kissed him just above his navel. “Ready,” he affirmed cheekily.
Barry beamed at him.
They took it slow at first with Leonard clinging onto Barry’s hips as Barry
slipped his dick between those willing parted lips, pushing a few inches of it
in before pulling out again. It was a slow agonizing rhythm of shallow thrusts,
and the slight vibration that made Len’s lips tingle in a very pleasant way and
made him impatient for more. Len clutched the edge of Barry’s shirt,
restraining himself as he let Barry keep the shallow thrusts but then he could
hold it in no more. He needed more—more of everything that Barry could give to
him—and Leonard pushed his head forward, trying to take the rest of Barry in,
starving for the way his jaw ached when he deep-throated Barry before.
“F-fuck, Lenny!” Barry groaned, chewing at his bottom lip as he started to push
more and more of his length into Len.
Len whined, loving the feeling of Barry’s cock fucking in and out of his mouth,
rubbing and vibrating against his lips, leaving pleasant tingle in its wake,
hitting the back of his throat, but it was not enough. Len dug his nails into
Barry’s thighs, looked up at the man with wide, beseeching and pleading eyes.
“God, Lenny…,” Barry whimpered softly, but nodded regardless.
He pulled out, waited for Len to inhale a few deep breathes before he pushed
back in.
This time, Barry granted Len’s wish. He held Leonard’s head still between his
hands as he thrust forward. He kept pressing in, cooing soothingly when Len
gagged slightly at the intrusion. Barry sunk deeper and deeper, voice getting
hoarser and more ragged as he groaned and moaned until Len has taken him to the
base again. The speedster huffed airly, as Leonard squirmed in his grip. Len
squeezed his eyes shut, heartbeats picking up a pace at the way his throat was
stretched tight around Barry’s girth.
“So good, Lenny,” the choked praise encouraged Len to swallow around Barry
once, twice, “Lenny!” and the way Barry cried out his name scrambled his
thoughts, made his own body trembled with want.
Barry had started vibrating uncontrollably, almost dissolving into a blur and
Leonard wished he could just stay like this, having Barry drilling and fucking
his mouth raw but the need to breathe soon overridden his desire to remain on
his knees for Barry, so he slapped Barry’s leg once. Barry pulled out in a
flash, lightning crackling, the static invoked goosebumps on Len’s skin, and
then he was kneeling down to pepper Len’s face with little kisses as Leonard
gasped for air.
“Len, baby, snowflakes, that was amazing, god,” Barry muttered incoherently,
his cheeks flushed a dark pink, eyes blown till only a thin ring of green
remained as he wrapped his arms around Len’s shaking body. “You did well, baby,
so well. You’re so good to me, Lenny.”
“Barry,” Len croaked, leaning into Barry’s touch, into his soothing words, into
his warm embrace, “Barry, please, I need more.” His dick was pulsing against
his thigh and his skin felt like it was on fire. “Can we do it again? Please?”
“Okay, sweetie, okay,” Barry hushed, calloused thumbs gently wiped away the
drool dripping down from the corners of Len’s sore mouth. “Whatever you want,
baby, we’ll do it again. Until you’re satisfied.”
Barry kissed Leonard once more, gentle and passionate, and then he was back on
his feet, vibrating slightly in excitement. Leonard hurried forward, taking
Barry into his mouth and swallowing him down before Barry’s super speed could
even give the speedster time to cradle his head again. With his slender hands
bracketing each side of Barry’s cock, Len turned his head as much as he could,
screwing himself down on Barry’s length. He shivered, body shaking and
trembling at the way Barry’s length rubbed against the inside of his mouth, the
vibrations made his lust ache for more. Jolts of pleasure shot down his spine
straight to his cock at the way Barry’s knees buckled as he swallowed when the
man let out a strangled groan. Leonard felt tears prick at his eyes due to the
overwhelming stretch his mouth had to endure, but he didn’t care. He blinked
the tears away, humming around Barry’s girth, the vibration from his throat
resonating with the vibrations of Barry’s flesh and he reached a hand to gently
fondle the man’s heavy balls.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Barry gasped, his spine curved painfully as his fingers dug
into the back of Leonard’s neck enough to leave marks. “Len!” he groaned and
the desperation in his voice ripped through Len like a bolt of lightning. Len’s
heart thundered against his ribs, and he didn’t want this to end, wanted to
remain like this forever but he felt the burn in his lungs, the need to breathe
caught up to him, hence he swallowed hard, screwing himself just one more inch
down until his eyes rolled back into his skull because it was finally too much,
too much, too much—
He slapped Barry’s leg yet again and gasped in relief when Barry yanked his
head away.
“Are you okay?” Barry panted breathlessly as he stroked Len’s hair, caressing
his wet cheeks, his neck, his jaw with soft gentle touches. “Is your throat
okay, baby?”
“I’m fine,” Leonard croaked hoarsely, wiping away the mix of saliva and pre-cum
smeared across his face with the back of his hand. “I’m okay,” he repeated and
when Barry kept that concerned stare on him, he added. “more than okay, Barry.”
He then licked his lips, eyes fixed on Barry’s cock and Barry let out a wheezy
amused laugh.
“Lenny,” the speedster sighed, both awe and fondness evident in his voice. “I’m
not going to last, baby. I couldn’t control myself around you. If you go down
on me again, I’m going to cum.”
“That’s fine,” Len breathed, rubbing his cheek against Barry’s shaking thighs,
his own erection heavy and neglected, but yet he didn’t care to jerk himself
off, knowing that his effort would be worth it. Barry would reward him
generously, just like usual. “I want to taste you.” he murmured, flicking his
tongue to taste the dripping pre-cum to emphasize his point.
“Fucking hell.” Barry groaned, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling and
Len could hear him muttering curses calling down God’s wrath upon himself under
his breath. The speedster exhaled deeply, caressing the wet skin below Len’s
eyes fondly before he breathed out shakily, “Okay, yeah, let’s—let’s do it.”
Barry bent over, calloused long fingers tipping Leonard’s face up so that the
man could kiss him one more time and then he was threading his fingers through
Len’s too-short hair as Leonard leant over to lick his cock from base to tip.
Barry whimpered, guiding his cock between Len’s open lips again and Len
steadied himself by clinging desperately onto Barry’s hips as the speedster
gently fucked his mouth with slow shallow thrust.
“Ready, baby?” Barry muttered breathlessly and Leonard jerked his head in a
nod—a hard task to do with Barry’s length pistoning in and out of his mouth.
Barry tilted his head to stare up at the ceiling and mumbled something Len
couldn’t hear before he looked back down with a strained smile. He brushed a
finger across the corner of Len’s stretched mouth before he forced Len’s head
down his shaft.
Leonard closed his eyes and devoted all of his attention on the way Barry’s
cock scraped against the fluttering sides of his throat, and again, the
speedster’s power left a tingling sensation that wrecked him over. His jaw
ached from being forced open for too long and the corner of his lips hurt from
being stretched repeatedly, but Len didn’t care. He loved the burn in his
lungs, loved the odd feeling between wanting to gag and not needing to, loved
the way Barry cried out his name with that soft needy hiss, loved the way he
pleased this man with everything he has. His toes dug into the floor as he
pushed forward, determined to take as much of Barry inside him as he possibly
could, drinking in the way Barry growled out his name in a harsh voice that was
a mix of the powerful Flash and the gentle Barry Allen. He loved being able to
do this to Barry, loved being able to make the most powerful speedster alive
incoherent with pleasure—it filled him with joy and pleasure.
His cock twitched and he felt the pleasure dance over the edge, tempting him to
touch himself, but he resisted the urge, bringing up both of his hands to
massage Barry’s inner thighs instead.
“Lenny,” Barry gritted out shakily, fingers curled at the back of Len’s head.
“I’m close, so close—shit, Lenny, I’m gonna—”
Len was more than happy to accept what Barry has to give him.
Barry was surprisingly loud when he orgasmed this time. Instead of grunting and
jerking his hips forward like usual, he let out a loud wail, thrashing and
vibrating wildly as he shot his load down Leonard’s throat. The warm splatter
of semen inside him made Len moan, lips still wrapped obscenely tight around
Barry’s pulsing cock, and he swallowed, taking as much as he could, but again,
like everything about Barry, it was too much, too good, that he had to yank
himself away to avoid choking, the last spurt of semen splattered on his face
instead.
He brought his hands up to wipe the sticky fluid off his face, staring dazedly
at the way it webbed on his fingers, mind clouded with heat of good sex as
Barry grunted and recovered above him. A shocked gasp slipped past his lips
when there was a whirlwind of rapid movement and he found himself to be laid on
the mattress again, Barry was kissing him languidly, softly, and he relaxed
when he felt fingers wrap around his aching erection.
“Leonard.” the speedster breathed out, green eyes stared down at Len in awe and
adoration.
Len whimpered at that, bringing his hand up to bite down on his wrist when
Barry continued staring at him like that while stroking him with vibrating
fingers. Barry’s fingers were quick and deft, stroking up and down but his eyes
were burning with possessive passion as he kissed and licked Len’s face clean,
mouthing over Leonard’s jaw, body vibrating, and when Len felt slick fingers
tentatively trace the sensitive skin between his balls and his hole, Len nodded
and spread his legs wider.
It didn’t take long after that.
Barry scissored and stretched him open, vibrating fingers seeking out that
little bundle of nerves inside Leonard’s tight constricting heat and it took
only a deft twist of Barry’s hand on his dick, the fingers inside him found his
prostate and Barry’s tongue was invading his mouth—and the speedster chose to
vibrate everything at the same time—
—Len convulsed as his orgasm took him by surprise.
One moment he was basking in Barry’s attention on him and the next moment, his
world burst white as sinful vibrations assaulted him from all directions,
turning his nerves haywire with pleasure as he ejaculated all over Barry’s
hands and his own stomach.
Barry was hushing and cooing at him as Leonard gasped wildly to recover from
his intense orgasm when the strain on his lungs earlier caught up to him and he
started to cough and splutter painfully. Barry immediately fussed over him,
stroking a hand over Len’s sweaty back, gentle fingers massaged Len’s head as
soft lips left fluttering kisses all over Len’s skin as Barry waited for Len to
recover. He heard the speedster barked out to Gideon for some cool water, and
vaguely heard the telltale creak of mechanical wheels of the earlier robot. The
coughing eased off eventually and Len leant into Barry’s warmth, his limbs
growing heavy with the glow of pleasurable weariness.
Barry pressed a slim straw to Leonard’s mouth once the coughing died down, and
Len gratefully sipped on the water, feeling the liquid sooth the burn in his
throat. He continued drinking until only one-third of the water was left,
before retreating with a slight shake of his head. Barry put away the glass and
planted a kiss on top of Leonard’s head.
“Better?” Barry asked as he wrapped his arm around Len’s waist and pulled the
younger man into his lap.
“Better,” Len croaked as he slung an arm across Barry’s chest. His mouth and
throat were a little sore, but Barry was smiling and murmuring soft praises to
him, so it was worth it.
“You are amazing, Lenny,’ Barry murmured against his temple, a soft kiss is
soon pressed on his clammy skin there. “Forty-eight years of life and that was
some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Len chuckled, weak and spent, the praise set off a little spark inside him, but
he was too exhausted to do more than nuzzle against Barry’s neck. “I love you,
Barry.”
Barry went strangely silent at that and Leonard braced himself for the worst
case possible—readying himself to be kicked away, to hear the roar of an angry
Flash for confessing such emotions to the man—
—only to be shocked when shaky hands cradled his cheeks and his face was tilted
up as the older man caught his lips in a slow passionate kiss.
When Barry pulled away, there were no words spoken.
But, it was enough for Len, because Barry held him tight as the man spooned him
from behind, Len’s back pressed flush against the hammering heart that beat way
too fast even by speedster’s standards, soft lips showered him with kisses so
gentle and loving for a man who had so much blood in his hands—
And Len knew, he knew.
Words are overrated anyway.
End Notes
     Savitar is totally a wife. And they didn't even touch the wine. lol
     Just to be clear about the age;
     Barry is 48, Savitar is 42 in term of this universe's age but his
     actual age is 32 since three years in this universe is equal to a
     year in the universe where Savitar originally comes from (he still
     aged according to his origin universe), Len is 17 going to 18, Lisa
     is 6, Mick is 19 and the rest is not particularly important to know
     for now.
     My brain wanted to make this as a series so we'll see if there will
     be part 2 where Len grew under Barry's and Savitar's guidance to
     become Cold.
     Savitar still didn't get his threesome wish anyway, so maaaayybbbeeee
     imaginary Savitar in my brain will persuade me for a series where he
     finally get his threesome.
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