A Night of Awakening
Len gets more than he first expected when he discovers Barry Allen's secret.
Thanks to everyone over on the 'Flash Trash' Discord for giving me the urge to write this!
Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Barry, sub Len, first time together, Mob AU, secret Mob Boss Barry, Criminal Len, CSI Barry, light bondage, leather glove kink, suit porn, anal fingering, prostate massage, hand job, praise kink, dirty talk
Disclaimer: I do not own the Flash
"Hey Boss, isn't that the CSI kid you have been stalking?" Mick asked as he picked up a new beer from the bar top, sitting next to Len who was nursing his own beer.
"Allen?" Len twisted his head around Saints and Sinners to see what Mick was talking about. Sure enough, Barry Allen was there, in a dark corner by the side door talking to a large, burly, tattooed man. Len clocked the man but his eyes were pulled over to Barry himself. Gone were his nerdy clothes and converses and instead he was donning a tailored suit and looked calm and somehow deadly.
"I'll be right back, don't burn the place down," Len told Mick absently as he slapped down a bill to cover his beer. He watched as Barry and the other man walked out of the bar and Len silently followed behind moments later. When the side door shut he flinched back when he heard the sound of a silenced gunshot.
Len spun towards the sound of the gunshot and stopped short, he had expected to see Barry slumped in the trash of the alleyway, a bullet in some part of his body but this was the opposite.
Barry had unbuttoned his suit jacket and was currently holstering his gun in a shoulder holster, a phone pressed to his right ear and talking what sounded like Polish into the device. Len hid behind a nearby dumpster and stayed quiet as he watched Barry, a totally 180 from what he normally was. He was standing up straight and powerful and looking far more dangerous in that suit than Len expected. Len found himself licking his lips absently at the sight of those slender fingers moving and encased in that black tight leather.
Car lights flooded the alleyway making Len duck down a bit more.
"You always make such a mess Barry, weren't you taught better than this?" Iris West tsk'ed as she inspected the downed man, a bullet hole between his eyes.
"At least I don't slit my victim's throat, you know how much of a bitch it is to get blood out of leather." Barry snarked back playfully.
"Touché, the cleanup crew is on their way." Iris smoothed down the front of her skintight dress and Barry nodded his thanks before jerking his chin towards the car she arrived in.
"Do try not to play too much with this one Barry, dad doesn't like it." Iris all but sang as she sauntered back towards her car.
"You can come out Leonard, I promise I won't shoot you," Barry called over his shoulder, a smile touching his lips as Len rose to his feet and slowly joined him in front of the dead man.
"What did he do?" Len asked curiously.
"Was about to stab me in the back, its bad business to keep traitors around, I'm sure you know that," Barry said as he adjusted his cuffs, drawing more attention to his leather gloves.
"So your not a CSI then?" Len asked, eyes tracing the movement of those leather gloves.
"No I am, it's just not who I am. I have a lot to explain, if you were so kind to accompany me back to my place, I have a wonderful Whiskey on ice?" Barry offered his arm to Len, a hopeful look glinting in his eyes. Len paused a moment but slipped his hand into the crook of Barry's arm and let himself be lead over to a sleek black Lexus. Len raised an eyebrow when Barry opened the passenger door for him but slipped inside the luxury car nonetheless. Barry did the same and started the car up by pushing his thumbprint against where a key normally would be located.
"I hope you don't mind going fast Leonard," Barry flashed Len a smile as he revved the car.
"Oh, I'm all for fast when the moment calls for it Scarlet," Len smirked back and would refuse to admit he did indeed clutch his seat a bit when Barry accelerated, the force pushing him into his plush leather seat.
"This is where you live?" Len felt like he was out of his depths when Barry opened the door to the penthouse of one of the more expensive buildings in Central City. The penthouse was sprawling and tastefully decorated.
"I live in that small apartment to keep up the guise of me just being a plain CSI," Barry informed Len as he one-handedly unbuttoned his suit jacket, hanging it up on the nearby coat rack and slowly rolling his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, his vest moving with him.
"So if you are what I'm assuming you are, why bother to keep up the guise of being a CSI?" Len knew the signs of a mob boss when he saw them and the signs were everywhere now that he knew to look for them.
"It's a long story, Whiskey?" Barry asked over his shoulder as he walked over to his bar on the far side of the room.
"I'm good, thanks." Len shook his head as he slowly settled on the soft couch and took a moment to absorb the view of Central City from this high up and the fact Barry Allen was a mob boss of some sort.
"Turns out my mother was the daughter of a Polish mob boss, my father was a member and they ran off to be together, have a normal life when she got pregnant with me. My grandfather found them just after I was born and apparently was taken with me the moment he met me, so much so that he let my parents live in peace and supplied them everything they would ever need. It all changed when my mother was killed and my father framed for it, there was nothing my grandfather could do to stop this from happening. We know who killed my mother but like a coward, he is in hiding and we are trying to draw him out into the open." Barry settled on the couch next to Len with two fingers worth of Whiskey, sipping it as he loosened the knot of his tie his leather gloves still in place.
"How does that equal to you being a CSI and acting like a mob boss?" Len nodded in understanding as he shifted his body towards Barry on instinct.
"The man who murdered my mother is Eobard Thawne, Eddie Thawne works in the CCPD and I became a CSI to keep an eye on him to see if he is involved with his Uncle's business, to see if Eobard ever came to visit his nephew. I do have all the needed degrees to be a CSI and entering as someone who wants to prove their father is innocent and get him out of jail is a good card to play during an interview." Barry shrugged as he replied.
"What part does Miss West play into this?" Len tried not to let jealousy build up in his gut at the way Barry's face softened at the mention of the woman.
"Ah the light of my life, my dear sister. The Wests surprisingly enough are involved with my grandfather's business, like a side partner so Joe became a cop because he wanted to help people the right, less illegal way. They took me in because they are family friends and they both stepped into my world when they realized that my grandfather took me under his wing, they are my lifelines and the best family I could ask for." Barry explained as he traced the rim of his glass, drops of Whiskey clinging to the supple leather of his gloves.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" Len was hit with the realization that he just discovered Barry was a mob boss and generally that didn't turn out well for people outside of the family.
"I won't lie, you interested me in a way I haven't felt in a while, Leonard. I know you have been looking into me since I was the CSI on your last heist." Barry placed his glass down and twisted his body towards Len, placing his leather clad hand on the older man's knee in what looked like an innocent gesture but the lust in Barry's eyes said otherwise.
"I missed this completely," Len sounded annoyed with himself before letting out something he would deny was a squeak when Barry gracefully swung himself onto his lap, settling down with his hands cupping his face.
"It was well hidden for a reason and Leonard I trust you, I'm interested in you and I would very much like to kiss you right now," Barry said seriously, eyes tracing the shape of Len's pink lips.
"What's stopping you Scarlet?" Len just got the words out when Barry's hand curled around the back of his neck possessively and yanked him in for a heated, passionate kiss that took his breath away in every sense. Len was surprised by how easily he surrendered the control of the kiss to the power that was Barry Allen.
"Look at you, I've barely even started and you're already flushed so prettily." Barry praised as he ran his thumb over Len's lower lip, the texture of the leather, smooth on his chapped lip before dipping the tip of his thumb into Len's mouth. Len couldn't help but close his lips around the digit and twist his tongue around the leather, getting a faint flavor of Whiskey in the process.
"I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you." Barry stroked the back of Len's neck soothingly, his eyes wide and full of lust, trust, and passion in a way Len had never seen mixed before and he was thankful he was sitting as his knees felt weak.
"We can just kiss if that's all you want, but I think you want more. You want to feel that loss of control, you want to know what it's like to give it all up even if it's just for a night." Barry's voice was low and seductive and poured over Len like a fine wine. Len gripped Barry's hips at the words and swallowed down the whine that threatened to escape.
"Tell me I'm wrong Leonard, tell me you don't want me to give you unknown pleasure and take you apart before piecing you back together." Barry sounded and looked serious and Len somehow knew that if he said no that Barry would back off, but right now he wanted to say yes.
"You're not wrong, I want to feel that unknown pleasure." Len found himself saying and got a blinding smile in response and another gentler kiss as a reward for his honesty.
"Say Red and everything will stop, Yellow if you're unsure and Green if you're okay. Understood?" Barry asked as he leaned back to pull his tie loose and Len felt his palms get sweaty and his pants a lot tighter.
"Understood Scarlet." Len breathed out and watched Barry with half-lidded eyes.
"We'll talk about proper titles later, for now, I want you to offer up your wrists for m Leonard." Barry held his tie up and paused giving Len time to decide if this was alright.
"Loosely please," Len said softly as he offered his wrists up and got a quick kiss in response. Barry wrapped the silk tie around Len's offered wrists, loosely just like Len had said and Barry pressed a kiss to each of the laced together fingers.
"Now I want you to keep your arms above your head, can you do that for me, Leonard?" Barry asked as he ran his hands up Len's arms in a comforting movement. Len nodded silently and raised his arms up, heart pounding in his chest as Barry unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the fabric to the side to expose his chest.
"Remember, one word from you and this all stops and we can curl up and watch a movie or something." Barry reminded Len before pressing his lips to Len's collarbone.
"Keep going." Len managed to get out as he let his head fall back over the back of the couch as Barry worried his skin in a few places, sure to leave marks behind. Len let out a sharp cry when Barry's soft lips wrapped around his right nipple, sending bolts of pleasure through his whole body.
"Sounds like it feels good, want me to try something else?" Barry peered up at Len with dark eyes as his fingers skimmed Len's belt buckle teasingly.
"Yes." Len breathed out and let out another cry when Barry grazed his teeth over Len's nipple before twisting his tongue around the peaked nub.
"I can feel how much you're enjoying this," Barry commented as he slowly rocked forward, their respective erections brushing against each other through their clothes. Len squirmed when Barry climbed off his lap and easily stripped him of his pants and boxers.
"God, you are beautiful." Barry praised, as he took in the sight of Len's cock hard and heavy against his stomach, only glad in his open shirt and wrists tied together. Len felt his cheeks heat up at the praise and shifted on the couch, legs spreading a bit wider. Len let out a soft noise as he arched up into Barry's gloved hand when the brunet dragged his right fingertips down his skin.
"So beautiful," Barry repeated before gently tapping Len's thighs to get the man's attention. "I want you to turn around and keep your knees on the couch, can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Master," Len said almost on reflex and turned a brighter shade of red when he realized what he had said and how natural it sounded.
"I like the sound of that Leonard, address me as Master when I give you a direct order am I understood?" Barry smiled as Len moved on his own to settle on the couch. His knees were resting wide on the couch and his stomach was pressing against the back of the couch and his elbows resting there.
"I understand Master." Len breathed out and let out a little noise when Barry's leather-clad hands cupped the globes of his ass and squeezed them teasingly.
"That's a good boy, now all I want you to do from now on is not to muffle your voice. I want to hear all your sounds as I take you apart." Barry's voice was low and it sent shivers down Len's spine in a surprising way.
Len gasped in surprise when a cool, slick finger traced his pucker. Barry still had his leather gloves on, the texture felt amazing on his skin and heat radiated from his body when Barry eased his finger into Len's hole. Len let out a moan as he dropped his head down as Barry crooked his finger just right inside of him.
"Perfect Leonard, just perfect for me." Barry praised as he smoothed his left hand down Len's ass and cupped the other man's balls. He fondled them gently, letting the feel of the leather ring through Len's body. Len let out a shuddering breath before another moan cut it off when Barry pressed a second finger into him.
"How does that feel Leonard? God I'm only two fingers in you and you're still tight and hot and so, perfect." Barry praised as he pressed a kiss to Len's hip as he shifted his hand away from Len's balls to slowly drag his hand up and down the other man's shaft.
"A-Amazing, thank you, Master." Len couldn't help the whine that accompanied his words, the title feeling natural in this situation, all thoughts flew from his mind when Barry's leather fingers pressed down on that spot inside of him that made him see stars and jerk up off the couch slightly.
"Oh I'm going to be paying attention to that spot, I had a feeling you would be very responsive to this." Barry crooned as he started to pump his fingers in and out of Len's loosened hole, fingers hitting against Len's prostate each time. This pace was quick and hard in sharp contrast to the slow; dragging strokes Barry was giving Len's leaking cock.
"Oh I think you can take another finger, isn't that right Leonard?" Barry slowly pressed another finger inside of Len alongside his two fingers and removed his hand from Len's cock completely as he stretched his fingers wide and abruptly pressed them all down on Len's prostate intensely.
Len felt a shock go through his system and he was pretty sure his vision faded for a moment as a cry was ripped from his throat. His body arched and he clutched at the couch with his bound hands as his body trembled while ropes of cum landed on the couch below him.
"You did so well for me Leonard, so well baby. I'm so impressed, you came just from prostate stimulation." Barry praised as he slowly withdrew his fingers and using a nearby cloth to gently clean the lube from Len's hole. After tossing it to the side and stripping his soiled gloves he eased Len up right. He tipped Len's face up and took in the slightly dazed-out look on his face and smiled softly pressing a kiss to Len's lips.
"You did so well darling, so perfect for me and God look at you. So spaced out already and this was just our first time together, I'm so, so proud of you Leonard." Barry peppered Len's face with butterfly kisses as he moved Len slowly over to the clean couch that was next to the one they were on.
"Do you want your clothes back and the tie gone?" Barry asked as he settled Len on the couch's comfortable cushions.
"No Master, can we just stay like this?" Len asked quietly, unsure of himself.
"Of course we can darling, of course, we can. Just for a bit then you are going to take a shower, get some warm clothes and we'll curl up in bed then tomorrow we'll discuss this more in depth." Barry positioned Len so he was sprawled out on the couch, his head on Barry's lap and Barry lightly dragging his nails over the man's scalp and his other hand resting on Len's stomach in a possessive way that had Len surprisingly relaxing under as his eyes fluttered shut.