Disclaimer: I don't own The Flash characters or comic book series. It is all property of DC and whoever else has legal authority. I am not making any kind of profit from this writing; it is all for fun and freedom of expression.

Warning: Sexual content and sensuality in this chapter.

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Chapter 10

The world was still mostly asleep at the Sun slowly rose up from the horizon. The light of the new morning sun slowly spread over the snowcapped peaks of the Nevarian mountains, illuminating the white snow over blackish gray stone. As the light made its way across the mountain range it slowly spread over the two-story log and stone Chateau and two smaller buildings that accompanied it.

Sunlight softly poured into the main bedroom room, bathing everything in the soft, pale light of dawn. As the light grew in strength, a pair of hazel-green eyes slowly opened and blinked away the lingering grip of sleep. With a small hum, Barry came back to awareness. As everything came back into focus he pushed back the sheets and covers so that he could quietly push himself up into a sitting position. He stretched lightly, being careful not to make too much noise as the other occupant of the bed was still fast asleep. He felt the vertebrae in his back crack lightly, the sensation quite pleasurable. Once that was done Barry turned his gaze to the still-sleeping form beside him and felt a smile slowly spread across his face.

Len was still sound asleep, laying on his front with the sheets and covers having rolled halfway down, giving Barry a tantalizing view of his husband's powerfully built back. Still grinning, Barry leaned in close and gently pulled the covers all the way down to just over Len's hip. With a gleeful feeling spreading through him, Barry leaned in an started pressing soft kisses to Len's skin, starting at the small of his husband's back and slowly making his way up the other man's spine. It was when Barry was about halfway up at the Len finally shifted beneath his ministrations, let out a low rumble of approval. Barry smiled against the skin of Len's back before he continued as he was doing until he pressed a final kiss to the back of Len's neck before pressing himself onto his husband's back, his lips grazing the other man's ear as he spoke.

" Good morning husband." Len just and buried his face into his pillow, his voice muffled as he spoke.

" It's way too early for you to be so cheerful Kid." Barry just chuckled softly before gripping Len by the shoulder and making his grumpy husband turn over onto his back.

Len smiled up at his husband, his striking blue eyes half-hooded and sleepy as he reached up and wrapped an arm around Barry's shoulders, pulling the other man down so that he came to rest half on top of him, mere centimeters separating them as Len spoke.

" This is our fifth morning here, and you are still waking up at the crack of dawn. Holidays are for sleeping in you know." Len said with mock annoyance. Barry just giggled and shook his head as he shrugged.

" It's one habit I have never been able to break, second the sun is about to come up, sleep just disappears and I am ready for the day." Len smiled and twirled some of the soft chocolate brown hair at the back of Barr's head between his fingers, the two of them sharing a beat of comfortable silence before Len suddenly surged forward, smoothly flipping them over so that he had Barry effectively pinned. Barry had found himself in this position many times over the course of the days they had spent here at the mountain chateau, so he just grinned up at his husband.

" I thought I had worn you out completely last night." Len said, his voice husky with sleep and something far more primal that had a shiver of excitement running up the entire length of Barry's spine. Letting out a shaky breath, Barry canted his hips up against Len's, causing his husband to gasp softly, his blue eyes turning almost black with desire in the pale, early morning light. Breathing hard himself as heat pooled between them, Barry smirked up at his husband in challenge as he spoke.

"Wanna try to wear me out again?" He asked softly.

Len thought it best to use actions instead of words as he surged forward and sealed his lips over Barry's in a deep, soul searing kiss. The noises in the room grew progressively louder and more desperate as flesh was kissed and intimately touched. The noises of passion grew to another crescendo, ending in the cried of each other's names. Yet again, Barry and Len did not finally take the consummating step, but in the days since that first night where they had finally touched each other so intimately, they had continued to explore each other in such a fashion.

There had been a few close moments where they had thought that maybe now they would go all the way, but either Len or Barry would back off before they would get to that point. That didn't stop them from enjoying each other and themselves with the new level of intimacy they had achieved.

As he now lay sated and sleepy in Len's arms, Barry smiled against the center of his husband's chest, letting the steady, solid beating of Len's heart lull him back into a light sleep. Len was soon joining him, because like he had said, holidays were for sleeping in.

Several hours later, with the sun now high and bathing everything in radiant golden light...

Barry and Len made their way down the stairs, freshly bathed and Barry stretching his arms over his head lightly. They made there way to the dining room where breakfast was ready and waiting. The royal couple could have slept through most of the day but one of the servants had quietly knocked on the door telling them that breakfast was ready and the hour was growing late regarding the morning meal.

Barry and Len shared breakfast, Barry playfully pinching pieces of steak from his husband's plate, but feeding Len some of his chicken and tomato omelet in turn. Once breakfast was eaten and thoroughly enjoyed, Barry and Len decided that a little sword practice was in order. Len ordered one of the servants to go get the training swords out of the storage shed, while he and Barry went upstairs to change into heavier winter jackets and boots. After that they headed outside, where the air was crisp and clean, but thankfully not so bitingly frigid to where one's face would go numb within a matter of minutes.

They made their way over to the side of the chateau, where there was a long, rectangular path of dirt amidst the mountain grass. It was not the training circle back at the palace but it was serviceable. The servant that had been dispatched to get the swords was already waiting for them, handing the swords to the two royals before standing off to the side and remaining in case either of them needed anything.

Without much preamble, Barry and Len faced off and began trading sword blows. Barry would defend with practiced grace as Len would attack first, then they would reverse and Barry would go on the offensive. This was a good way to warm up before they got to the real competitive side of the training, to see who could disarm who by the time the servant called an hour's time.

So far, Len's experience had always trumped Barry's raw talent that was still being honed. For some reason, today Barry wanted to be the one to come out on top. He had to be strategic though, so Barry bided his time, being sure to fluidly switch between attacking Len with moderate force, blocking his husband's swings, and using his speed to make things extra difficult for Len to get a hit. After a good half-hour of this, Barry gleefully noticed that his strategy was working, Len was tiring.

Barry himself was starting to breathe hard, so after a final feint out of the way of Len's powerful swing, Barry went on full offensive. Thinking of every attack he knew, Barry unleashed a full blitz attack.

" Damn Kid!" Len yelled as he found himself being forced backward, doing his best to block the many attacks that were bombarding him.

Barry let out a laugh and sped up his attacks until finally, he say his chance. Using the flat of his practice blade, Barry hit Len's sword, moving and a circular motion and then flicking his wrist at the end sharply. The result was Len losing his grip around the hilt and watching with wide, stunned eyes as the sword went flying from his hand.

Len and Barry both watched Len's practice sword tumble to the ground with a light thump. There was a beat of silence and then Barry was quickly sticking his own sword into the soft dirt and jumping up high in the air with a triumphant shout. Len felt his own face break out into a bright grin as he watched his husband's exuberance.

Then with that incredible speed of his Barry was rushing forward and all but tackling Len in a tight bear hug, sealing his lips over his husband's in a fiery kiss. Len was stunned for a minute at the intensity of feeling that rushed up inside him, but the next moment he was melting against Barry and wrapping his arms around his husband's shoulders as he kissed Barry back.

The servant, a young man in his twenty ducked his head to hide his smile and his blush as he quickly scurried over the crude training field to collect the two training swords and then made himself scarce, allowing his King and Prince Consort their privacy.

When they finally broke apart with a gasp, Len held Barry's face in his hands, a proud smile on his face as he spoke.

" You did it Kid, you finally beat me!" Len grinned. Barry grinned back brilliantly before he leaned in and pressed his lips to Len's in a lingering peck before he spoke.

" Well I decided to use my head like you keep telling me, tired you out and then use that move you showed me right before our trip up here." Len laughed softly.

" So, how can I reward you for this triumph my husband?" He then asked huskily, his eyes going to Barry's lips. Barry found his face flushing despite himself, the way Len was looking at him still got him feeling hot under the collar. Deciding to be coy, Barry leaned in an pressed a playful kiss to the tip of Len's nose, earning a chuckle from the other man as he spoke.

" I'll think of something for my reward, right now more kissing and less talking though." He said cheekily.

Len was more than happy to oblige.

About an hour later, after some more light training interspersed with kissing and simply enjoying each other's company, Barry and Len finally headed inside, no one commenting about how Barry's hair was sticking up oddly from Len running his hands through it, or the spectacular hickey Len was sporting behind his left ear.

After they went upstairs to change back into comfortable vacation attire and freshen up, and perhaps to make out some more in the privacy of their rooms, Barry headed for the library to check out some of the science books Barry had eyes a few days earlier, while Len made his way back outside with his cloak on, wanting to see what the six guards who had come up the mountain with him and Barry were up to. If there was one thing about Len, he was one of the more approachable kings, often partial to showing up unannounced at the barracks where Mardon and the troops he commanded lived. He liked to keep those who pledged to defend Nevar with their lives on their toes, but also to show them his appreciation for such service.

Back at the library, Barry was up on the ladder, balanced carefully as he looked through the books on the very top shelf. As he made his way down the line, a small book with a deep, blood-red leather bound cover caught his eye. There was no title to it which also caught Barry's intrigue. Pulling the book free, Barry climbed down the ladder till he was safely on the floor again. Taking a seat on a plush chair by the large, arched window Barry finally opened the untitled red book to see what was inside. He observed that there were very little words, but many pictures inside.

A few moments later Barry was letting out a small, startled breath as realization dawned on him about just what these pictures were depicting. There on the pages were illustrations of intimate moments between men and women, along with arrows and brief instructions.

" Holy crap." Barry said under his breath, feeling his whole body heat up at the images that were before him of different kinds of positions and explanations as to what these positions would entail, the kind of pleasure that was meant to be felt.

As Barry kept looking through the pages, he finally stopped at a page that provided instructions for how a male was to safely prepare himself for penetration. Barry felt his breath stutter a bit as he observed the images and read the instructions. As he sat there feeling heat and anxiety pool in his stomach, Barry found himself suddenly struck by an idea.

Len may have asked him what reward he should be given for besting him in sword training earlier in the day, but now all Barry wanted to do was give Len something for being such an understanding and patient husband. As he gazed at the instruction, Barry decided that he would let down the final wall between himself and Len, and give his husband the one precious gift he had left. Folding the corner of the page in the red book, Barry tucked the book under his arm and quietly headed out of the library.

He was relieved to see that Len had not yet returned from his impromptu meeting with the six guards, so he quietly bound up the stairs three at a time and disappeared to the bedroom where he could take a more in-depth study of the page he had found, and the book in general.

About forty-five minutes later, Len came back into the chateau, laughing as he handed his heavy cloak to the waiting servant. He was surprised by how much time had gone by, the conversation he had shared with the six guards had been so enjoyable that he had lost track of time for a bit before he realized that it was getting close to lunch time.

" Where is his highness the Prince Consort?" Len asked as he looked around, not seeing Barry anywhere in the living room.

The servant shrugged apologetically as he replied.

" His Highness could still be in the library, that was where he was last seen headed after you morning training session."

Len nodded and dismissed the servant. He made his way across the living room and down the hallway that led to the library. When he found it to be deserted, Len surmised that his husband was probably upstairs. Eager to reunite with Barry, Len bound up the stairs and down the hallway. He was about to enter and see if Barry was in their bedroom when the door to said room suddenly opened and Barry stepped out quickly, almost crashing right into Len.

" Woah, slow down their Barr, what's the rush?" Len said with a chuckle.

" O-Oh crap sorry, didn't know where my head was." Barry said with a small chuckle that sounded just a tiny bit forced.

Len immediately picked up on the light flush to Barry's cheeks, and the way embarrassment was subtly coming off his young husband in waves. Len could also see that Barry wouldn't quite meet his eyes. Before Len could ask Barry what was wrong, the young man brightened up and spoke.

" Hey, it's just about time for lunch. Why don't you go freshen up and I'll wait for you downstairs?" He asked.

Len frowned lightly for a moment before he nodded.

" Alright, see you downstairs Kid." Barry nodded, leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Len's unsuspecting lips before he hurried away downstairs.

Len watched Barry disappear down the stairs before he gave alight shrug and ducked inside the bedroom. As he headed for the bathroom to wash his hands and maybe splash some water on his face, Len didn't notice the blood-red leather bound book that was laying on the nightstand beside the bed. The King of Nevar quickly fretted up and headed back downstairs, where Barry greeted him warmly with a sound kiss. They then headed to the dining room where they enjoyed a delicious lunch of various smoked meats, cheeses, and breads.

After they were done eating, Barry and Len lounged about in the living room for a good hour, simply talking and enjoying each other's company by the warmth of the fire. Then something seemed to shift and Barry a bit quiet as he spoke.

" Hey Len, I'm feeling a little tired, I think all the food's catching up to me. I am gonna go lay down for a bit." Len once again did his best not to frown because this was so atypical of Barry. After lunch, his husband was usually a ball of energy wanted to go for a right or talk for hours on end, never to lay down and snooze. Feeling a definite suspicion now, Len nodded and kissed Barry back when the other man leaned in and pressed his lips to Len's. Len watched Barry climb up the stares, his intense blue eyes zeroed in on his husband like a hawk until the other man disappeared upstairs.

Len forced himself to sit there in the living room an agonizing fifteen whole minute before he got up, told the servants to make themselves scarcer than usual but remain on standby, before he forced himself to slowly climb up the stairs and not make too much noise. His knowledge that he needed to be subtle warred with the part of him that wanted to rush upstairs and see what was wrong. For one terrifying moment Len couldn't help but wonder if Barry was coming down with something, that one thought causing him to remember what happened with Mick unbidden. Len quickly quashed down those wretched thoughts because on top of the fact that Barry had been totally fine the last time he had seen him not fifteen minutes ago, albeit acting strangely, Len had made sure that Barry and Cisco had both been inoculated with the proper medicines to combat such diseases as the one that had claimed Mick Rory's life.

Len made his way down the hall stealthily, feeling his heart starting to pound within his chest as he reached the door to the bedroom he shared with Barry. As he neared the door, Len could hear soft sounds coming from inside it, a shuffling, and quiet gasps and cries. Trying to remain calm and also wondering just what the hell was going on, Len gripped the door knob and turned it slowly before pushing the door in.

Thankfully the hinges did not squeak as the aged wood fell away to reveal the room behind it. When Len's eyes fell on Barry, he felt the breath vacate his body in one long exhale, his eyes widening at the vision before him.

There on his knees atop the bed was Barry, completely nude and with one of his hands reaching behind him, a look of pain and pleasure on his face. It did not take Len, with all of his experience to understand what Barry was doing.

" B-Barry?" Len said breathlessly.

Barry let out a small yelp of surprise, opening his eyes to see Len standing in the doorway. Feeling his face head up in utter mortification, Barry snatched up the towel that was laying on the bed beside him and hastily wrapped it around his waist. Ducking his head Barry was about to make a blind run for the bathroom to try and salvage what he could of his dignity, his heart crumbling that what he had wanted to do was shattered by what had actually happened. He had been hoping for a little more time.

Seeming to sense Barry's impending flight, Len bound across the room and got right in front of Barry just as the man was about to run, gripping his husband firmly but gently by the shoulders as he spoke.

" Barry what were you doing?" He asked softly, eying Barry with concern. He watched as Barry's face turned bright red and took on a mortified expression as he ducked his head and let out a shaky breath before he spoke, not looking up.

" M' sorry Len, I... I just... I found it in the library and it didn't seem like it would be that hard... I was just... and I wanted to surprise you but you came up too early and I..." Barry stammered.

" Hey, hey. Shh it's okay. Come here." Len said as he pulled his semi-nude husband into his arms and hugged him tightly, taking in that scent that was like lightening and feeling himself calm down.

" Just take a deep breath Love, and relax." Len said quietly, rubbing his hands over the smooth expanse of Barry's back as the other man took in a deep breath like he asked and then slowly exhaled it as he calmed down in Len's arms. After a moment Len drew back and held Barry at arm's length as he spoke.

" Ok, just tell me again, what did you find in the library?" He asked, keeping his voice light so as to keep Barry at ease. Barry, still blushing furiously looked over his shoulder before he dislodged Len's hands and leaned over the bed to retrieve the item in question. Len couldn't help himself and he let his eyes rack over Barry's smooth back as the younger man did this, but Len quickly shook himself out of his gutter thoughts and watched as Barry turned back and held out a red book.

Curious, Len took the offered book and flipped through a few pages, stopping at the page that Barry had found and folded. Realization soon dawned on him that this was a book on sexual instruction and positions. Recognition also dawned on him as he remembered.

" Oh Barry, this used to be mine. I remember now, I bought this just before me and Mick got married because I didn't have a clue about anything really. I've wondered about what happened to it but I see that it's been safe and hidden in the library." Len then looked up and smiled at Barry, who found himself smiling back softly despite his embarrassment.

" You found it." Len stated before he grew serious.

" Still Barry, what exactly were you doing?" He asked.

Barry did his best to remain calm and not blush too much as he adjusted the towel around his waist, tightening it and twisting at it nervously as he spoke to answer.

" I found it and I looked through it till I got to the page that I folded. Then I went upstairs so that I could read it in private a few times before I figured I could do what was on the page. Then you showed up and we had lunch and all that. Then I told you that I wanted to take a nap so that I could come up here and... get ready so I could surprise you. Earlier you told asked me what kind of reward I'd like after I finally won against you, I thought about it and decided that I'd give you something of mind instead." Len felt himself sighing as realization hit him.

" Your body, your virginity." He said knowingly, feel his own blood rise at the mere thought as he reached up and wiped a hand across his suddenly dry lips. Barry nodded before he ducked his head and spoke.

" I was... using my fingers like the picture and-mmph." Whatever else Barry was about to say was silenced by a hot mouth sealing itself over his own.

(Author's note: Please try listening to " An Historic Love" from the soundtrack to 'The Tudors' Season 1)

Barry gasped against Len's lips before he melted into the kiss, dimly aware that Len was slowly backing him into the bed. When they broke apart with a gasp, Barry let out a laugh as he suddenly found himself falling backward as the backs of his legs finally hit the foot of the bed in the gap between the two heavy wooden chests of clothing. The towel wrapped snuggly around his waist loosened, but did not fall open completely. He looked up and found his brain short-circuiting at the hungry look in Len's eyes as his husband loomed over him, tossing the red book onto one of the clothing chests that stood at the foot of the bed. The short-circuiting continued as Len started to slowly peal of his clothing one article of time until he was standing gloriously nude before his husband, with the light from the fireplace behind him.

Barry barely bit back a shout as Len surged forward and started attacking his neck and shoulders with his teeth and his tongue. As they treated sloppy, molten kisses, Barry and Len slowly pushed themselves backward so that they were laying in the center of the bed. Barry and Len broke apart with a gasp, Len reached up and cupping his husband's face. They took a moment to catch their breath before Len finally spoke.

" Barry you should have told me, even with having the book, you still could have seriously hurt yourself." He admonished gently. Barry ducked his head and nodded before he looked back up at Len with those gorgeous hazel eyes the other man loved so much.

" I just wanted to surprise you, make it special." Len chuckled before he leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to Barry's lips, then he had his husband laughing as he proceeded to kiss every part of Barry's face that he could find; his eyelids, his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, his nose, and then finally his smiling lips again before Len spoke.

" You did Barry, you made my heart actually stop when I saw you just now, you looked so amazing" Len praised, before he leaned in and spoke against Barry's ear

"So perfect."

Barry felt his whole body shudder at the husky quality of Len's voice. With a low groan he surged up and kissed Len hard. Len fervently returned the kiss while his hand sought out the towel that was still around his husband's waist. With a firm yank Len got rid of the final barrier between them. More kisses and heavy caresses followed for a few long minutes before Len finally forced himself to pull back. Barry was about to protest until he say the absolutely dead serious look on Len's face. Len reached out and help Barry's chin in his hand as he spoke.

" Are you absolutely sure that this is it, this is what you want to do?" He asked. Barry felt his hammering heart slow down a bit as he met Len's gaze head on and nodded his head.

" I am yours in every other way Leonard Snart, take me and make me yours this way too." He said with full resolve.

It took everything Len had not to just surge forward and do as his husband said, but instead Len ran his thumb along Barry's kiss-swollen bottom lip before forcing himself to let his husband go and quickly duck into the bathroom. Barry let out a shaky breath and kept his eyes glued to the bathroom. Len did his best to remain calm and not fumble as he reach dover to the small cabinet that stood beside the mirror that hung over the sink. Pulling it open Len looked inside at the various collection of small vials and bottles that were inside. He reached in and pulled out a vial of clear liquid and a crystal glass bottle filled with an opaque white liquid.

Len then made his way back into the bedroom and rejoined Barry on the bed. He set the two bottles down on the bed and took a moment to kiss Barry breathless before he spoke.

" Lay on your stomach for me." Len said. Barry blinked for a moment but did as Len said, laying down on his front.

Len picked up the vial with the clear liquid and knelt beside his husband, popping the stopper free and tipping some of the vials contents onto Barry's exposed back. Barry's breath hitched at the sensation. Strangely enough the liquid was almost ice cold against his skin despite having come straight from a cabinet at room temperature.

" How is it so cold?" Barry asked softly.

" That's a secret for another time, right now, just enjoy what this oil does." Len smirked as he liberally coated his hands in the clear liquid and then got to work.

" Mmm." Barry groaned as Len began to gently massage his back and shoulders, spreading the oil over his skin.

The oil stayed cold even with all of Len's ministrations. Len then leaned over and kissed Barry from behind before he sat back, running a hand along the length of Barry's graceful spine as he waited.

He didn't have to wait long as Barry, who had a moment before he deeply relaxed suddenly gasped and began to writhe, his entire back suddenly engulfed in an almost too hot sensation. The sensation spread from his back all the way down to his fingertips and toes. It was invigorating, intoxicating, and just amazing. Len could barely hold back a shudder of pleasure just from watching Barry as he was now, so beautiful, so wanton.

" L-Len, I... Oh God please." Barry moaned. Len leaned in and lightly sank his teeth into his husband's shoulder, causing Barry to cry out before shivering and sighing into the mattress. Len soothed the bite with a kiss before he leaned in and spoke into Barry's ear.

" Let me take care of you, show you what it is you were trying to do before." Barry groaned and nodded his head.

" Yes, please Len, please!" He said desperately as the near burning sensation from the oil now turned into a wonderful tingling all over his skin. Len leaned in as he picked up the crystal bottle with the opaque white fluid.

" Turn over." He ordered.

Breath hitching, Barry slowly rolled over so that he was now facing Len. Len picked up one of the pillows and silently urged Barry to lift up his hips, which the young man did so that Len could both have a tantalizing view and also slide the pillow under the small of his husband's back. Barry lay back down with his hips now slightly raised. Len leaned forward and loomed over Barry, taking his husband's parted lips and a deep kiss before he sat back up again and pulled out the stopper on the crystal bottle. He poured a liberal amount of the bottle's contents into his hand, liberally coating his fingers.

Barry watched with his heart pounding almost clear out of his chest as Len then took the bottle and poured some of the white substance onto his exposed entrance. The liquid was mercifully warm.

" Just breath for me Barry, and tell me if it get's to be too much. I promise you I'll stop." Barry found himself smiling warmly at his husband despite the nerves, Len being so attentive putting him at ease as he nodded.

Taking a small breath to steady his own nerves, Len leaned in. There was charged silence save for the hard breathing of both lovers. Then Barry was letting out a soft cry of pain as his body was finally breached.

" Oh my..." Barry breathed as Len carefully and slowly made his way in with one finger. It took everything Len had not to lose his composure all together just from seeing Barry as he was now, a lovely flush to his skin and a look of pained ecstasy on his face. Len held it together though, wanting to keep seeing what other noises he could rend from his husband and what other looked would show across his handsome features.

With slow, torturous care, Len deemed that he had stretched the tight channel of muscle enough to add a second finger.

Barry screwed his eyes shut and breathed against the burn of being stretched as he was, but also loving the shooting bolts of pleasure it also caused to shoot through his whole body. Len leaned in and gave Barry a sloppy kiss as he worked his way in further, scissoring his fingers and feeling around for that one special spot.

Len grinned when he hooked his fingers and pressed against something, the result instantaneous as Barry wrenched his head away and cried out, his whole body almost arching off the bed, sending Len's fingers in deeper in the process.

" What the fuck was that?" Barry gasped, his eyes almost rolling as he blind grasped at Len's neck.

" That my dear Bartholomew was your sweet spot." Len said with a smirk before he mouthed at Barry's jaw.

" Do it again please." Barry said softly. Len smiled down at his husband and spoke.

" Don't worry. Just relax Dear Heart."

This torturous pleasure went on for several long, agonizing minutes before Len finally withdrew his fingers without touching Barry's sweet spot again. Barry lay eagle spread and groaning at the loss, the feeling of emptiness new and distressing.

" Shh Barry, shh." Len soothed as he ran a hand through his husband's hair and smoothly knelt between Barry's bent knees. Len reached over and picked up the vial of the clear oil, popping the stopper as tipping the vial over, pouring the remaining oil onto Barry's chest and stomach before he went about massaging it in. He absolutely loved the way Barry writhed under his hands, the muscles of his chest and stomach quivering and flexing as Barry cried out at the cold sensation that came first. A few moments later Barry was arching magnificently as the hot sensation spread over him.

Len let out a soft groan at the sight of his husband, his own arousal almost painful at this point.

While Barry writhed against the onslaught of the oil on his senses, Len gently spread Barry's thigh further apart before he leaned in between them.

A few moments later, Barry's strangled scream and Len's low groan were filling the air as Len gently joined their bodies at last.

Barry's eyes filled with tears at both the pain and also the overwhelming realization that this was it, it was finally happening. Len trained his hands up Barry's quivering stomach and chest before running up his arms and seeking out his husband's hand's, intwining their fingers and squeezing almost painfully tightly, Barry squeezing just as hard, their wedding bands sparking in the dim light of the room. Barry groaned as Len went in the last inches that remained before he opened his tearful eyes and looked up at his husband, slightly dazed.

" Oh my God Barry, Barry, Barry." Len moaned as he found himself engulfed in tight, perfect heat. Seeing that Barry was looking up at him, Len leaned down and captured Barry's lips in in a deep kiss, wanting to map every inch of Barry's mouth. While he kissed his husband, Len let go of Barry's hands and trailed then along Barry's side, earning a low, muffled groan against his lips from Barry. Len trailed his hands further across Barry's hips, then lower, taking a moment to give the two firm globs a squeeze before he trailed his hands over the undersides of Barry's thighs and hooked his hands under each knee, lifting them and gently wrapping Barry's legs around his waist as he and Barry broke apart with a gasp.

" You're so good Barry, God you're so good!" Len whispered.

" M-Move Len, please just move!" Barry yelled.

With a stuttered gasp of his own, Len drew his hips back until he had nearly pulled all the way out before he surged forward for the first time, aiming for that special spot.

" LEN!" Barry screamed in both pain and pleasure as Len began to thrust into him. Barry blindly reached up and wrapped his arms around Len, his hands splaying across that powerful back, his fingertips digging in, causing Len to groan loudly before he went about kissing and biting at Barry's exposed neck. Barry gave just as good, kissing the breath from Len's lips and biting at his husband's neck and shoulders, meeting each thrust and feeling like there was a live current running through both of their bodies.

The noises of pleasure steadily grew louder and louder with each passing minute. Both Barry and Len could feel the pressure building within them. As Len's movements began to become more and more erratic, he let out a low growl and seized Barry, wrapping his arms around Barry's back and hoisting him up so that he was supporting all of Barry's weight and thrusting upward into that perfect heat.

Barry's cries were interspersed with harsh gasps as he panted for breath and looked down into his husband's eyes, the normally steely blue orbs had grown black with Len's pupils being blown. Barry wrapped his arms around Len's shoulders and hung on, crying out with each thrust as that special spot within him was pounded again and again. With a gasp of his own Len trailed his hand up Barry's heaving stomach and chest, causing his husband to throw his head back and cry out when he ran the nail of his thumb over the sensitive scare below Barry's right pec, taking a moment to just take in the sight of it all before he continued trailing his hand up and hooking Barry but the side of his neck and pulling his head back down into a molten hot kiss.

As Barry kissed his husband back, one final thrust from Len proved to be all that was needed to send him toppling over the edge.

" LEN!" Barry screamed as he wrenched his head back and let the waves of climax crash through him.

Barry's muscled clenched down around Len hard mid thrust, and it was all the way needed for him to go toppling over the edge as well.

" BARRY!" Len shouted as his very vision went white.

As they rode out wave after wave of intense and incredible pleasure, Barry and Len's bodies both lost all tension, Barry collapsing backwards with a gasp, pulling Len down with him. They lay together in a boneless, sweaty heap as they each tried to catch there breath.

It was several long minutes later before enough sense returned to Len for him to understand that he needed to move so as to not injure his husband. With a low groan and summoning whatever strength he had left, Len unjoined himself from Barry. Barry winced slightly as his muscles twinged in protest, but most of him was still to high on endorphins to feel anything more than that distant pain. With a light groan Len pushed himself to the side to collapse back onto the bed next to his blissed out husband.

Barry used whatever strength he had left to slowly turn onto his side, his vision already dimming at the corners with fast approaching sleep. Len looked up to meet Barry's sleepy, smiling gaze and found himself smiling back at his husband.

Len watched as a single tear broke free out the corner of Barry's eye, trailing down the side of his nose. Len reached up and cupped Barry's cheek, tenderly wiping the tear away with his thumb. No words were spoken as the pair simply lay together and stared at one another for what seemed like a life age. Then Len forced himself to draw away and somehow get up, every part of him protesting down to his very soul at separating from Barry, but it they wanted to not have a more unpleasant morning than necessary, then they needed to clean up.

Len shuffled into the bathroom and cleaned himself before he got a towel ready for Barry and headed back out. He smiled tiredly as he discovered that Barry was fast asleep and it killed him to have to disturb his husband.

Barry moaned in protest as the cool towel was swiped across his still flushed skin, but Len was quick as he cleaned as much of the aftermath of their consummation as he he could. By the time Len was done Barry was almost asleep again. Len pulled back the covers from under Barry and gently maneuvered his husband under them before climbing in himself. Len held Barry close, the younger man's back flush against his front as he tangled their legs together, sleep tugging insistently at him as well. Smiling into Barry's hair, Len spoke.

" How does it feel to be finally consummated with me in marriage?" He asked softly. Barry let out a small sigh of contentment as he spoke sleepily.

" Pretty damn awesome, now lemme sleep." He grumbled, his words already slurring a little.

Len pressed a final kiss to Barry's hair before he settled in and let his eyes fall shut. Barry sighed and let his own eyes fall shut, ready to join Len in sleep when he was suddenly jolted by a deep, rumbling noise. Tensing up for a second, Barry blinked owlishly as the noise happened again. Then as realization dawned on him, Barry was letting out a small chuckle and letting that deep rumble lull him into peaceful sleep. As he drifted away, a final thought ran through Barry's sleepy mind.

" Well what do you know, he snores too, like an avalanche."