Bloody Romance

When an afternoon of drinking leads to a night of paradise. Slash. Possibly two-shot.

Roy's fingers tapped against the counter at the bar as he waited for a certain someone to show up. They were supposed to be off drinking the night away but, as always, he would have to wait this one out alone.

"Still hasn't shown up honey?"

Roy shook his head, trying hard not to crack the bottle of Budweiser in his hand. He looked up at the bartender and smirked.

"How are the twins?" He asked with a smug look on his face.

"They're just fine," Lilliana giggled in her deep Texas accent-Roy always liked a country accent.

Lillianna leaned forward over the counter and let Roy get a little squeeze. He felt her breast, weighing them out and feeling them up before releasing a small laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I've fucked girls with bigger sizes and yours feel more real than theirs."

It was Lilliana's turn to smirk now. "That's because they don't have a doctor as great as mine."

Roy took a quick sip to hide the obvious smile on his face.

"Oh," he chuckled "they were all real. But way too perky for my taste. I like a girl who puts a little more bounce in it."

"Could you be any more vulgar?" a voice snorted.

A man in a suit with a ninteen twenties style hat towered over him with a distgusted look on his face. He was obviously flustered, none the less. Roy smiled, unphased by the reccent comment.

"You were the one who decided to come to a bar like this," the red head stated.

"I don't think that's the right way to treat a woman," the stranger pressed on.

Roy snorted. He cocked his eyebrow at Lilliana who was trembling in her red strap stileto heels.

"C'mon esse," Roy guestured for the man to sit next to him. "Let me buy you a drink for all your troubles."

The man frowned, but he obviously wasn't one to turn down a free drink from someone with such a generous personality. Lilliana brought the two a pint of Samuel Adams on the house. The man could see that Roy must have been well known enough to be able to get two free beers at a bar with a reputation as this one. Especially considering it's expensive pricing on popular name brand alcohol.

"Ak'is," Roy snapped in his native language. "Drink. Please."

A few seconds of silence passed until Roy finally asked "What's your name, vato?"

"Clark," the man answered. "Clark Kent."

"The reporter?" Lillianna asked.

She practically lit up. Lilli loved all of Clark and Lois's work and even Roy had to agree that it was a nice read from time to time. Lillianna and Clark soon shot into a quick conversation about god-knows-what, leaving Roy to enjoy his beer in silence. He took another look at his watch. Two hours had passed by and he was still alone.

Why can't you ever be on time? He thought.

"Oh, he's Navajo."

"What?" Roy snapped out of his deep, morbid thoughts and into the real world.

"He wanted to know about your language." Lillianna turned to look at Clark and continued. "He tends to mix Spanish with the Native Navajo language so you'll hear some familliar words here and there."

Clark removed his hat and jacket later on while the three were into a humorous conversation about the Hangover. Roy took this as the perfect time to get a look at him. His body was fit and muscular.

So he does have some good looks behind those glasses, Roy humored himself. I wonder how he is in the bed.

He licked his lips; they were becoming uncomfortably dry. Clark got a glimpse of his tongue darting out and dippping to the side. It sent sparks down to his Nether-regions. The guy was hot, he'd give him that. Roy caught him looking and winked at him. Playfully. He didn't want to scare him off.

Lillianna saw where this was going, but before either two could stop it, she started to fuel the fire.

"Another drink you two?"

Eyes were getting hazy. Words were begginning to slur.

"¿Eres esse borracho?"

"No soy...tan...jodido," Roy slurred.

"Eso es suficiente para esta noche," Lillianna giggled. "I have to lock up. There's an apartment upstairs. Can you take him there?"

Clark nodded. Lilli handed him the key and he pulled the drunken man into his arms and carried him off. Roy's fingers played in Clark's hair gently, massaging his scalp.

"You need to stop."

"Por que?"

The younger man licked the older's ear seductively.

"Aren't you straight?"

They'd finally made it to the door now. Clark sighed. He was in the clear. Or so he thought. He unlocked the door and started to walk in when Roy wiggled out of his arms and pushed the older man against it. He stood on the tips of his toes to reach him at near eye level.

"My boyfriend didn't show up tonight. Someone needs to show me a litte fun. Doing it by myself is no fun."

So he was gay. That explains why he was talking the way he was with Lillianna.

"You're drunk," Clark protested.

"Then sober me up," Roy mused. "I bet you can press all the right buttons."

A knee was pressed between Roy's thighs as he was pushed against the door. Clark growled, pulling the younger man into a chaste kiss. Roy's toungue darted around his mouth, tasting stale coffee and beer. It was a good combination on him.

Roy started to unbuckle Clark's jeans. He made himself coomfortable on his jeans and went to work quickly. Clark was large. So large that it almost scared him. But Roy was determined. He made quick work of the man, getting him hard and ready before the main event.

They were against the door again. Kissing. Biting. Scratching. It was intoxicating.

"Let me open the door-" Clark tried to say, but Roy cut him off.

"I rather you open my legs."

He turned around and arched his back, giving Clark easy access. The reported ran his hands up and down the younger man's hips before shoving his jeans down past his knees.

"I don't have-"

"You don't need it!" Roy hissed.

"But-"

"Fuck! Just do me already."

He didn't care about being torn. The feeling of pain would be replaced by pleasure anyway. As the blood trickled down his leg, Roy cried out how good it felt. He mumbled praised in his native language and dragged his fingernails down the door. He could have sworn he say Wally's face somewhere around the corner, but he didn't pay much attention to him.

Maybe he wanted Wally to freak out, seeing him like this. It was the only thing that would give him any piece of mind.

When Clark was done, he pulled Roy into a quick embrace, but Roy pushed him away. Tears stung in his eyes.

"Just go," he hissed, trying to make his way into the apartment.

"Wh-wha-?"

"GO!"

His legs finally gave away at that moment. Clark was gone when Roy hit the floor. Hard. His head hit the rust railing leaving a long, but healable cut on the side of his face. He curled himself into a ball and whimpered.

"Why did you leave me Ollie?" he cried remembering the night play out in his head.

The night that he would remember as the root of all his pain and night Oliver Queen left his sixteen year old ward alone in Star City to travel the country with his friends.