I had to mess around with the timeline a lot so That Moira could still get out by Christmas. So, yeah. Barry's recovery time was a lot shorter.

Oliver lead Slade in to their new apartment, their fingers tangled together.

The apartment was at the top of its complex. It was large with three bedrooms, a master for Slade and Oliver, and two spare rooms. One belonged to Thea, while the other was being used for storage. The bathroom was big enough for a bath and a few teak wood cabinets, one of which had a sink installed on top, and a bath with a shower head up on the wall. The kitchen was also sizable but it was more long than wide, meaning the dining table had to be placed in the living room, up against a large set of windows facing out into the city.

The kitchen cabinets, Thea's double bed, dining table and chairs were all made of pine, while the coffee table and the frame of Slade and Oliver's king sized bed were made of mahogany. The walls were painted white, the floors oak or grey tiled stone in the bathroom and kitchen. Aside from Slade's swords sitting up on the wall in the master bedroom, the walls were mostly bare, aside from the few pictures dotted about, along with two sets of collage frames.

There were pictures of Oliver and Thea, some with them with Slade or Tommy, and a couple with Robert. There was also one of Moira, one of Yao Fei and Shado trying out a set of leather sofas in a showroom, which now resided in the living room. And one picture of Slade and Wade; they were in ASIS gear and the younger of two was smiling brightly at the camera, which seeing as he was holding it, made the picture a little lopsided. Next to him, Slade was attempting to make an origami flower, eyebrows low, eyes staring intently at the uncooperative piece of folded paper.

Slade stopped to lock the door behind them, pushing across the chain and making sure to leave the key in the door, to make sure he did not lose it but more importantly, to make sure the lock could not be picked. It was part of him to be careful.

Slade returned to Oliver, kissing him passionately. He wrapped his arms around the blonde as he gave way under him, allowing their tongues to meet.

Oliver arched his back as Slade dragged his knuckles down his spine, moaning softly into the man's mouth as the pressure ran down his lower back. He pressed himself even more into Slade's broad chest as the man's large hands slipped down grasping his plump behind, his moans increasing.

Slade moved to Oliver, pulling his shirt collar to the side to kiss long the base of his neck, sucking the area pink before biting down, a steady but hard bite which had Oliver whining and tugging his hair with sharp but long jerks, arm holding his head in place.

Slade pulled back to kiss Oliver again. This kiss was more gentle, still a strong press of lips but it stayed as just. To think that something so simple could convey so much. I need you close. I'm here for you. I need you. I love you.

Oliver kissed back, his hand cupping Slade's jaw, his fingertip circling Slade's ear.

Ollie smiled as they moved apart. "Come on," he took hold of Slade's hand again. With Thea staying at Roy's, it meant the two of them had the place all to themselves, and they could be as loving and loud as they wanted.

Slade snaked an arm around Oliver, holding him to his chest. This made it awkward but funny walking to the bedroom, helping each other dump their jackets and coats along the way.

When they got there, Oliver crawled onto the bed but before he could turn around, Slade was on top of him, grabbing his wrists, his body dropping to the bed with a bounce as Slade pinned them above his head with one hand. He blanketed his body over his partner's, while his spare arm went around Oliver's hips, pulling his backside up to his pelvis, the hardening flesh flush against the soft but firm rump.

Oliver mewed as Slade ground against him, while rubbing at Oliver's bulge straining against his suit. He went to push back but favoured pushing into Slade's grip. The younger hummed in question as Slade pulled his hand away to give him a hard smack to his butt cheek. Oliver let out a heavy moan. It felt so good. His fingers tightened into fists, feeling the engagement ring cut into his skin.

"Not yet," Slade had huskily into Oliver's ear, before moving to run his tongue up Ollie's neck.

Oliver pushed back into his large hard cock. He loved the way Slade would grab or spank his behind, and feeling up against him like this, so turned on and wanting to fuck into his, had Oliver mumbling and begging for more.

Oliver controlled every part of his life, how long he slept, when and if he ate. He made all his own arrows and for the most part, trained alone. He was the leader of his team, so he could not allow himself to be weak, to panic or get upset. Back when he was following the list, he had to be in complete control as both Oliver Queen, playboy, and the Arrow, avenger. More so than he did not or back on the island but control was a thing he needed to have and if he was perfectly honest, being the leader felt right to him. Thinking back, Ollie realised that although he liked to get drunk and sleep around, he also had that element of being in control.

It was with Slade that he was introduced to his hidden kinks. Having his butt touched, spanked, entered, having his neck bitten, being held down and being told what to do. All he had to do was say something if he was not happy. Having Slade take control of his body and doing whatever he wanted to Oliver, and Oliver letting him, felt amazing. He left himself open, vulnerable, and he trusted Slade to give him nothing but pleasure.

"Fuck, Slade," Oliver moaned, thrusting back and forth to Slade.

"What is it?" Slade smirked against his neck, before moving to suck at the side of it.

"Do it again," Oliver asked, rubbing hard against Slade to encourage him.

Slade chuckled. He snaked his arm around to unbuckle the belt, which took quite a bit of tugging at the strap as he could only use one hand, enjoying having Oliver trapped under him. He pulled the dress shirt out from under the waistband, followed by pulling that down, along with his black boxers, to his knees. Leaving his arse and the back of his balls visible.

"Spread your legs," Slade ordered.

Oliver parted his legs as much as his clothing would allow, his behind pushed up as he was kneeling, his chest to the bed.

Slade gave a swift slap to Oliver's butt cheek, making the blonde jerk with a soft gasp, humming moans under his breath after. This happened for the next two slaps, building in volume. The last slap had begging with a breathy; "Yes."

Slade grinned. He moved his hand more to the centre, giving a smack to the sensitive opening, his fingertips fitting the back of Ollie's balls.

"Ah, God," Oliver cried out, voice leaching into a whine as he fisted the bedding. He groaned, eyelashes flickering as Slade rubbed at his perineum. Oliver's back arched as far as his spine would allow, pressing into Slade's fingertip, body craving a rougher touch. "Slade, please."

"Hm?" Slade cocked his head, playing dumb, softening his touch on Oliver while his other hand did not lessen, instead tightening. "What was that?"

"Fuck me," Oliver said in a quiet moan.

Instead of asking again, Slade smiled. He released Oliver's wrist, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades. He sat back on his legs, allowing Oliver to move onto his back, moving forward to peck him on the lips before flopping onto his back to reach the nightstand, taking a bottle of lube from the drawer and turning on the lamp.

Slade rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow to see Oliver smiling up at him in the low warm light. He glanced down to Ollie's left hand that lay on his chest. His shirt was raised, showing his blonde snail trail. Flickering for a second down to his privates, seeing his partner standing to attention. Slade smiled when he saw the ring on his fiancé's finger. He lifted his hand to his partner's, stroking along the white gold ring.

"I love it."

Slade's dark eyes returned to the emerald ones. "You deserve the very best," He raised the hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles.

Oliver ran his hand up the back of Slade's neck. "I have you."

Slade did not comment on how cheesy that sounded, favouring joining their lips.

Their kisses were slow, yet demanding, knowing they had all the time in the world.

Slade unbuttoned Oliver's shirt, while the younger man folded his legs up to his body help pull his suit down, fumbling with dress shoes. Once the shirt was undone, Slade pulled it aside, moving to kiss and roll his tongue over one of his nipples.

Oliver gasped, pushing his body towards his fiancé, tugging his own shirt off before unbuttoning Slade's shirt. He ground his leg between Slade's legs, brushing hard against solid package, smiling against Slade's full lips at how the Australian moaned, moving into him.

Slade removed the shirt as Oliver finished, switching to pamper Oliver's other nipple, running the edge of his teeth over the damp nub, his fingertips teasing the other.

Oliver whined softly, but continued, moving his hands down to Slade's belt, before tugging down the last of the clothing between them. Ollie laughed when he heard the thump, followed by another, on the wood floor. Slade must have kicked his boots off. He gripped Slade's hair, manoeuvring him up for a kiss.

The Aussie climbed on top of Oliver, his body curving so he did not have to break the kiss. He placed his hands behind Oliver's knees, parting his legs . He grabbed the bottle, popping it open and squeezing a good amount onto his middle and index fingers. He placed the pad of his finger to Ollie's entrance, smiling at how the blonde melted, body completely relaxing, even as Slade pushed a finger inside of him.

Slade moved in and out, worrying the muscles to relax so he could slip in another. He scissors his fingers to stretch Oliver, opening him to accept a third finger, then a forth. He knew that Oliver did not need all the preparation but he never could stop caring for him, and watching Oliver come undone, hearing him moan and claw at his back, was too good to resist.

Slade lined himself up, pushing just the head inside. Oliver quivered, legs opening wider with a hum. Slade supported himself on his elbows, arms on each side of Oliver's head. He pushed in slowly, drawing a long moan from Ollie, his long legs locking around Slade's hips.

Once Slade was finally all the way in, Oliver took a desperate breath. He felt so full, a unique pleasure that in its own way, was divine.

Slade moved with a simple pace, which built. Feeling that tightness around him, holding him as he moved, indescribable but simply amazing. So, his movements built, as did their shared moans and groans between hurried breaths, their kisses, and every once and a while, their words.

"I love you," Oliver breathed against Slade's jaw.

Slade met the emerald eyes with his black, the two of them dulled by the low light, and yet were so bright with emotion.

"I love you too," Slade said, descending upon Oliver's lips, before he moved to kiss the younger man's forehead. His hips snapped forward, his rhythm sharply pistoning him into the body below him.

It would not be too long before until they reached that moment; bodies acting as if in rigamortis and yet jerking uncontrollably as their minds filled with little electric sparks of pure pleasure, before everything shut down, fatigue setting in, limbs becoming rubber.

Wade stepped into the Starling City police department, looking over to the Captain's office, only to find only him sitting there. Slade should have been here by now. Must have gone out. Wade hummed in thought. He walked over to the chairs up against the wall for those waiting, grabbing a new paper from a desk as he went. He sat a seat away from a kid whom he had seen sit in that same seat most days of the week, waiting for his uncle, so the two of them could get an early lunch. The young officer who sat by the desk at one of the large windows -Morrison?-, was still trying to find evidence where there was none to be found, and detective Mathers had finally given in, going to the little kitchen to fill his coffee mug for the second time today.

Wade really had watched the department for far too long. Should have here returned at all? Yes, if only to protect the child. He folded one leg over the other, taking the folded newspaper out from under his arm, flipping through it to look at the pictures and to see if there were any little interesting stories or fun facts. After passing half way, he knew there would only be advertisements and sports after that. He was about to go back through it when he found an ad for a car that took up the whole page. The ground under it was covered in snow, leaving a third of the page as a blank canvas. This would beat going back and drawing boobs and moustaches on everyone.

The kid a seat away from him, looked up from his phone as Wade's pen tapped against the paper, as he contemplated what to draw. He saw the cover, another story about that lighting thing that people had seen zipping around the streets of Central City. Rumours had been circling that it was a man but no one thought that such a thing was possible. Either way, whatever it was had finally been given a name. The Streak.

His eyes both shot to and stayed fixed to the man, not that Wade could blame him. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, his old navy boots, a red long-sleeved shirt with a black zipped down hoodie that hung open but the hood pulled over his face. His hands were covered by black leather gloves, a crimson and black keffiyeh was wrapped around his neck, and raised to cover his mouth and nose, and his eyes were also hidden by a pair of sunglasses with a bright red metal frame. He must have been a sight.

"Are you reporting a crime?" The younger man asked. "I can get you the forms. Everyone is a little busy."

Wade looked up. The kid looked to be eight-teen, with a head of thick soft brown hair, gelled up at the front to make an almost natural looking quiff. His skin was light, his long brown eyelashes framed light brown eyes, lips pink with a wide cupid's bow.

"Nah, don't worry about it," Wade waved a hand, fully aware of an officer hanging around longer than she needed to at a filing cabinet, watching to see what he would say. "I'm waiting for an old friend, he works here in the S.W.A.T unit."

"What's his name?"

"Slade Wilson," Wade blinked. He knew just what he wanted to draw. He smiled under the scarf, making an impression on the material. He set to work on his drawing.

"Oh, well. He has the morning off."

Wade nodded. "That would make sense, considering."

"Considering what?"

Wade decided not to listen, instead he continued his scribbles.

"What's your name?"

Wade raised his head again. This kid was very interesting, although he could have been likely very naïve or just plain stupid for continuing to talk to a guy who looked like he was hiding so he could shoot up the place. "Wade."

The kid smiled. "Peter."

"Do you have a last name?"

"Do you?"

Wade grinned. He leant forward, his covered mouth to Peter's ear. The kid did not worried about his close presence, he did not even flinch, which almost had Wade freezing in place. "Wilson. But don't tell anyone," he said moving back. "It's supposed to be a surprise."

"Parker," Peter whispered. "We can pretend it's a secret too."

"Whoo!" Wade clapped his hands together with short sharp flat slaps. "I like secrets!"

Peter laughed.

Oliver curled up further onto Slade's chest. Slade was barely awake, running his fingers through Oliver's blonde locks. Oliver kissed him underneath Slade's chin, before returning to relish in their shared heat under the white silk duvet.

Five Months previous

Oliver pulled back his arrow, letting it fly and cutting through Malcolm's hand, breaking though the bones leading up to his middle and index fingers. It would not kill him but he would never be able to fire an arrow again, and for an archer, it was what they lived for. Oliver moved forward as Malcolm fell to his knees, trying to hold off the bleeding by keeping pressure around the arrow.

Yao Fei and Shado turned to each other. It was not their place to say anything.

"You will leave," Oliver said, kneeling down. "And everyone will believe you are dead," he grabbed hold of Malcolm's wrist to get him to meet his eyes. As Malcolm stilled, shocked but willing to accept his help, Oliver grabbed hold of the top half of the arrow, snapping the arrow-head off.

Malcolm yelled out as it happened, the furious movements were agonising but he kept himself still, he knew what Oliver was doing was right, and it was not like he expected to be treated with care, the fact that Oliver was helping at all a shock.

Malcolm held his hand to his chest after Oliver pulled out the arrow.

"You will go and never come back," Oliver ordered.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Oliver glared at him. "I promised I would not kill you and if I let you get arrested, the league of assassins would kill you or someone else will take you as some sort of weapon," He frowned. "I will not be responsible for your death but I will protect the city from you. Leave."

Malcolm blinked. After killing his father, Oliver was just going to let him leave? He really was one of a kind. Merlyn nodded. "I'll go."

"Before you do," Oliver cut in. "Who is your partner?"

Malcolm stood, panting from the shock of his blood loss but stood strong. "I never saw his face, spoke to him on the phone."

"Do you still have his number?"

The dark archer nodded. He slipped his fingers into his suit pocket, taking the white card by his fingertips and holding it out.

Oliver walked forward and took it, his eyes never left the older man's, his eyes cold, expression still but bubbling with rage underneath. He took the very end of the paper, glancing at the number on it, it was all that was on there. "Anything else?"

"He faked a German accent."

Oliver looked back up.

"It broke a few times," Malcolm explained. "But he was very calm. I think he wanted me to know he was faking."

Oliver nodded. "Anything else?"

Malcolm paused for a second before sighing. He shook his head. Oliver could have lied, he could just kill him anyway. He was proved wrong as the blonde turned away but before he could say anything, the young archer span back around. The pain in Malcolm's neck and the dizziness that came over him, told him he had been hit with some sort of sleep dart.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ollie blinked. "Sorry," he looked up to meet Slade's brown eyes.

"Something wrong?" Slade asked, before kissing his forehead.

Oliver leaned his chest into Slade's. "Just think about that night, when I killed Malcolm."

Slade hummed for his fiancé to continue.

"Did I do the right thing by letting Tommy and Thea think I killed him?"

Slade let out a breath through his nose, rubbing his hand up Ollie's arm.

"I know you wanted me to tell Thea."

Slade had been training Thea in self-defence and basic sword fighting -per her request- for as long as Oliver had been training Roy. He felt close with Thea, they shared a lot, which lead to the couple having an argument a few weeks ago about telling Thea her biological father was alive, after Thea had confided to the Aussie that she wondered what it would have been like to know Malcolm.

"Would it help them to know?"

"I don't know," Slade said. "I really don't but I do know that it's better for them to know sooner than later, and you haven't really spoken to Tommy since that night at the club."

Oliver ran his hand up the side of Slade's ribcage, his body so strong and large that he felt safe and cared for, both physically and emotionally. His eyes shut, just allowing himself to feel Slade there with him. "I miss him."

Wilson wrapped his arms around his partner. "Then tell them. It's not often, with the life we lead, that telling people the things we hide, is the right thing to do."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

I had a couple of people wondering about the different story lines and endings that never came to be. So, at the end of every chapter (if possible) I will be listening something that was deleted.

1) In the first real ending of Beyond Description, Slade did blow up the device with a trick arrow (he lived), he told Lance that he had a bomb as a back up plan. When Lance gets back, he tells everyone this, Oliver laughs (as he gave Slade the arrow for good luck). "That was just to make you feel better, had Slade done that, he would have died." Thea breaks down and Oliver realises that Slade is dead. In a rage, he goes to Malcolm, who is in the office, medics trying to get an arrow out of his shoulder. Like Yao Fei did to him, Oliver pushes the arrow through so he had brake off the end and pull it out. "It's not the first time I've dealt with an archer" and that how people find out about the island.