So, yeah, this. My other stories are more of a sweet hurt/comfort type. I have no idea where this one came from. Kink!meme warning. Due to the nature of the story, Oliver might come off a bit creepy at times, but I will try to keep that to a minimum.

Please review and let me know if this should be continued or send back to the vault, never to see daylight again.

Oliver was getting angry. He was currently putting the fear of God into a low-life drug-dealing scumbag, but he wasn't getting the information he needed. The Glades had been flooded with a new kind of rape drug and he was trying to track down the source.

The pills were bright pink and dissolved immediately in any kind of liquid with barely a trace of smell or taste. The kids had named it "Lust" which Oliver thought was a great misnomer considering the use it was being put to, which was basically raping girls at parties.

The drug worked in quite a different way than roofies. For one, it didn't make you sleepy or disoriented. Quite the opposite in fact. The drug cut out higher brain functions and flooded your system with hormones that basically enforced sexual desire. It made the user intensely focused on one thing only. Apparently, there were some addicts using the drug for pleasure, but early on, some scumbag or other had discovered that it could also be used effectively as a date rape drug.

The rate of sexual assaults in the city had tripled since the drug started spreading and it was only going to get worse. Oliver was going to put a stop to this before it got out of hand.

"Where do you get your supply?" Oliver growled.

"Man, it's just this guy, I dunno, he's always wearing a mask. He calls me up and tells me where to go."

"Give me his name!"

"He'll kill me! You don't know this guy! He's crazy! Not running-around-in-green leather-shooting-people-with-a-bow crazy! Real crazy! He doesn't take money for the stuff! He says he just enjoys seeing his creation at work! He's a nut job!"

"What. Is. His. Name." Oliver grunted out in his most threatening Hood voice.

Surprisingly, it had quite the opposite of it's usual effect, as the drug dealer began to grin from ear to ear.

The next thing Oliver felt was a sharp pain in his neck. He reached for the spot and came away with a small tranq dart. He turned around and looked into the grinning face of the anonymous mask before he passed out.

Oliver woke up in exactly the same spot where he had been standing. There was no trace of the drug dealer or the masked guy. Oliver wondered how it was that he was neither dead nor in police custody by now. Surely, the guy in the mask must know that he would come after him again. Especially now that there was a good chance he had taken a glimpse under the Hood while Oliver had been passed out.

Oliver got to his feet unsteadily and made his way back to Verdant.

"He should have been back hours ago! Why didn't he take his comm link?"

"Calm down, Felicity. You know Oliver. I'm sure he's fine. Which is probably more than can be said for the kid he was tracking down."

Felicity was about to snap a reply at Diggle when they both heard the sounds of somebody opening the door to the lair. Felicity sagged down in her chair in relief.

Oliver slowly and carefully made his way down the stairs, but on the last step he stumbled and would have fallen if Diggle hadn't rushed over and caught him.

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Felicity chimed in. Oliver gave her a glare. Then he gave Diggle a glare. He seemed to be in a glaring mood.

Oliver sat down on the stretcher.

"I couldn't get anything useful out of the kid. And then the guy who has been supplying the drugs got the drop on me and shot me with a tranq dart. When I woke up, both of them were gone."

Diggle raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't he just kill you?"

"That's a very good question. I have no idea."

Felicity came over to the stretcher. She was looking very worried. "So you are saying there is now a guy out there who knows who you really are and we have no idea who he is?"

Oliver shrugged. And continued glaring at everyone and everything in his vicinity.

"I failed. I should have been more careful."

"Well, sitting around moping about it is not going to help anybody. I'll try again to find some information about this guy and this time I'm leaving no stone unturned." Felicity made her way back to the desk with a determined expression.

"I'll check with our Bratva contacts." Diggle said, already moving to the door.

Oliver was left sitting on the stretcher, feeling useless, when he noticed an itch on his left arm. He pulled up his sleeve. On close inspection, it appeared to be a tiny wound, probably from an injection needle. Cold fear gripped his heart. Had he been poisoned? He had thought the drowsiness was just an aftereffect of the tranquilizer, but maybe it was something else. He carefully walked over to the supply cabinet. He still had some of the magical island herbs left, although they were getting worryingly scarce. He quickly ground some of them in a small bowl, added some water and drank the mixture.

He sat back down on the stretcher, feeling dizzy. His mouth was dry and he felt a strange sensation on his skin, like everything was suddenly more intense. He could feel the leather he was wearing with a disturbing new clarity.

He jumped when Felicity said "Oliver, check this out." She was looking intently at something on her screen, paying no attention to him.

He made his way over to her slowly and carefully. She was telling him something she had dug up on the drug supplier, but for the life of him he couldn't focus on a single word she was saying. He just kept staring at her dumbfounded.

If he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he had these moments from time to time. Felicity would smile or laugh or tilt her head in a certain way and he would be struck by how beautiful she really was. But he never allowed these thoughts in his conscious mind. Saving the city was his only concern now, everything else was just a distraction.

But now, for some reason, his usual inhibitions seemed to have been washed away without a trace. He stared at Felicity's mouth, still forming words that he didn't hear, and wanted nothing more than to pick her up out of her chair and kiss her senseless. As if in a trance, he slowly leaned down to her.

Felicity finally caught on to the fact that Oliver wasn't really taking part in the conversation. She turned to him only to find that he was way in her personal space and seemed to be currently occupied with sniffing her hair. Felicity mentally stopped in her tracks to replay that last thought. Yes, there was no doubt about it, Oliver Queen was sniffing her hair. She gave him a look that said 'What the fuck?' about as clearly as if she had said it out loud.

Oliver jumped back as if struck by lightning. Felicity noticed that he was blushing a deep red. Also, there was something wrong with his eyes, his pupils were almost completely dilated. The only word she could think of to describe the look he was giving her was hungry. His whole appearance caused a strange warm feeling in her stomach that she was trying very hard to ignore.

It was becoming more and more clear to Oliver what exactly he had been injected with while he was unconscious. He took a deep shaky breath. He knew in his heart with utter and complete certainty that he would never do anything that could harm Felicity, but the reports about this drug were worrying. He saw only one possible course of action.

"Felicity." Until this moment, Felicity would have sworn that it is not possible to actually growl her name. But that was exactly what Oliver had just done. It was a deep rumble low in his chest that somehow turned into her name. It send shivers down her spine.

"Felicity. You need to get the handcuffs from the third drawer on the right and cuff me to the stretcher. Both pairs." Felicity's head was spinning. Oliver could not have said what she had just heard him say. "Um, what?"

"I think they injected me with the new drug while I was unconscious. I don't want to endanger anybody." He was giving her that intense stare again. Felicity was pretty sure she knew who was meant by 'anybody'.

She made her way over to the drawers, wondering when exactly this evening had turned weird. She was also scolding herself, because she knew she should be creeped out by the stares and the sniffing and whatnot, but instead her stomach was doing little flips and her brain kept repeating 'Oliver likes me, Oliver like me, Oliver likes me.' It made her feel pathetic. She knew she shouldn't be so happy about his attention, especially since she now knew it was probably caused by pharmaceuticals, but she just couldn't help herself.

When she turned around with the two pairs of handcuffs, for a brief second wondering what exactly these were here for anyway, she saw that Oliver had already sat down on the stretcher again. He seemed agitated and about to burst with pent-up energy. She knew this look from when he was about to go out and arrow people, but this time the focus of his attention was very different.

Felicity swallowed and cautiously made her way over to Oliver. The heated stare he was giving her made her knees weak. She cuffed him to both sides of the stretcher, so that he could easily sit or lie in the middle of it but not do much else.

When she closed the second handcuff around his wrist, they locked eyes and what she saw took Felicity's breath away. There was so much desire there and an intensity she had not even seen when he was talking about his mission.

She had to turn away, because she could not take it. She was at a loss how to deal with this situation.