A/N: I expect this to be maybe ten chapters long. Slash. Don't like, don't read. I don't write much of it, so don't expect anything overly fluffy either. This is, like, the only pairing I ship and I find it near impossible to write x.x But anyways, here's my new little ficlet: "Toxic".

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: I will only write this once. This is RATED T. Keep this in mind while reading. I won't warn you exactly what 'cause that's spoiling.

Toxic

Getting Roy was the easy part. It wasn't an attack to get the archer to love him. It was the fact that Wally just found Roy in a moment of weakness.

"Do you want to talk?" It was innocent. Yeah, he'd wanted to help more than anything else, and yeah, he'd loved Roy for a long time now, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon, for anything to be so simple.

Roy hunched over his beer, eyes averted and angry. Between being rejected as a sidekick yet again and Red Arrow being found out as Speedy by the damn reporters, he was about ready to go driving at night in one of Ollie's darkest cars with the headlights off.

"You can talk to me, Roy." Wally reached out and clasped a hand over his friend's. The touch felt so good; he hoped Roy wouldn't notice. "I'm here for you." It was taking all of his strength not to try and hug the archer right there and try and kiss him and make all the hurt go away. It was all he wanted to do, just to make things better for his friend...

"I know that." The words were spat, venomous, toxic. Yet he needed someone to reach out to. His hand was wrapped tightly around his glass, threatening to crush it. His eyes snapped shut in anger, remembering how Ollie had been so stupid to let him go the first time, now completely disowning him...

The glass shattered in his grasp, tiny crystal shards firing off in all directions, most of them stabbing into Roy's palm.

A furious gasp of pain found his lips and then a snarl of rage. He was about to hit the redhead beside him for doing this, for instigating his anger, until he saw that the speedster had zipped off and zipped right back with a first aid kit in hand. Before Roy could even raise a hand to smack the Hell out of him, Wally was carefully picking glass pieces out of his friend's upturned hand, his own fingers being pricked and stabbed but never stopping.

And Roy knew he'd found someone who could look past the terrible flaws and all the problems he'd sunk into. He was quiet and let the pain and rage subside while the younger ginger patched him up like a little girl sewing up her favorite doll. His bluish eyes followed Wally's fingers as they picked glass out of his skin and as he smeared some antiseptic on all the still-bleeding cuts and as he began to put red and yellow bandaids on everything.

Wally zipped off again, Roy wasn't sure where, and returned to his seat at the bar by Roy's side. When he folded his hands together, Roy could see that his fingers were still bleeding in places. "I'm glad I know where most bars keep their first aid kits or else you might've been in some serious trouble." The fifteen-year-old looked up to the archer with pitiful eyes. "I guess it's a good thing I learn strange stuff on the internet."

Honestly, Roy didn't care about anything other than the fact that somebody cared. Somebody loved him. Somebody wanted to help him. Somebody was there for him. That was all that mattered. That was all.

Wally didn't have time to react as Roy grabbed the younger boy's head and mashed their mouths together. After a brief moment of confusion, he didn't care either. There were nights where he would lie in bed and dream about this glorious moment. Sure, part of him was hoping for a sunset instead of a bar setting, but still, it was Roy, he was there, and they were kissing, oh, it was so good sogood...

Melting into the moment, Wally allowed himself to lean in closer to Roy, allowed their foreheads to touch, his eyes to shut. The only thing that would've made the kiss sweeter would've been the lack of alcohol on the archer's breath.

Roy broke it off, needing air and another drink. He tapped on the table twice and the bartender began to pour another beer into another glass. He took the glass once it was full and took a long swig, swallowing it hard to feel the tang and burn. Disgusting but numbing. He just wanted the numbing.

Wally was almost uncomfortable with the whole thing. A dream come true... and then Roy ordered another beer. He fidgeted in his seat, feeling the spark of an ache in his fingers where cuts had been cut and scrapes had been scraped.

Now Roy just needed some shots. He looked to Wally and saw the kid's face in a slight grimace. Yeah, he could use a shot. "Two shots of tequila." He tapped on the bar twice again and watched as the bartender began to pull out the tiny glasses and pulled the cap off another glass bottle.

The younger redhead's brow furrowed. One second angry, the next a passive drunk. Maybe the dreams he'd come to wish for were going to be wasted after all...

And Roy placed one of the two glasses in front of him with a calm, cocky smile. "Drink up." He took his own glass and tossed it back, loving the burning pain all too much. The numb would come soon enough.

The bartender's voice spoke up, asking, "Is he even twenty-"

"He's fine." The redhead's words were strong and demanding. His own fake ID was in his back pocket, tucked safe inside his wallet. He gave Wally an elbow, eyes glowing with an unreadable emotion. "Drink up."

The bartender would've called the police, but he'd seen the man shatter the glass. He didn't want that to happen to his whole skull.

Wally shivered and grimaced some more. This was not what he'd thought would happen after his first kiss with his secret crush. "Roy-"

"Come on." The archer's face hardened. "Just do it."

They'd just kissed. It was special moment. Wally was finally getting to live out his fantasy, being able to freely love Roy... And if taking a shot of tequila at fifteen would cement it-

Wally picked up the glass and tossed it back. It hurt and burned running down his throat, but he knew it was all for a good cause.

Roy leaned over and kissed him again. A moment of weakness. He'd caught Wally in a moment of weakness.

He ordered two more shots.

A/N: Review. Thanks.

~Sky