Blind Me With Animal Eyes Brush Me With Venomous Lips

by Lunetta The Wind Goddess

What happens when Barry falls for the man in yellow, despite everything he's done; can he save his love or be haunted by the same face of the real Harrison Wells and not expect the same results? A slow burn Barrison fic/first-time and multi-slash couples, Barry/Harrison Wells and Barry/Eobard Thawne. a multi slash story; Bruce/Kal, Zod/Lex, Oliver/Roy.

14. Her Name is Nora

For ALLCYONE, Loony Dagda, Shaw101, ChaoticArisu13, TheMidnightSpirit, Masterpencro, and Toni… Thanks for the favorites, follows and ideas! Sorry for this chapter being LONG overdue, but I owe it to you guys and made it longer than a sex session with Barry Allen… XD Much love! Oh and there are spoilers for season 2 if you haven't seen it yet! So if you don't want things ruined if you aren't at least 5 episodes into the newest season, pause on reading this and wait until you see it. I don't want to ruin anything for you guys.

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"Your nipples are huge… how stupid an unobservant could I have been?" He spoke as he held up Loki, her little distended belly facing him.

"I'm not feeling anything on you, the pressure could hurt the babies…I don't want to risk it since it's still early, but we're going to the vet later. He curled her against his chest and gathered up a feather toy with a beaded mouse on the other end.

"This toy looks like it came from Lady Gaga." He chuckled, waving it in front of her as little black paws swiped at it furiously. He checked his phone with his other hand as she jumped from his lap and attacked the silver mouse.

"Hahahaha… A pregnant cat is called a queen…pffftt… Queen Loki, how noble." He scrolled down the signs of pregnant cat.

"I need to get kitten food to make you even fatter?" He grinned, "And…you can have up to five kittens."

What am I going to do with five kittens?!

He sat there on the floor as Loki pulled the toy from his hand, knocked off two feathers and crawled back into his lap.

"How many people do we have…Caitlin, Cisco, Barry, Nira, and….is that all the friends I have?" He paused, almost frowning, holding up his fingers as he counted.

"Hmm…" He looked down, "Guess you're gonna have to pick your favorite child." He chuckled and dug his hand through her soft fur.

"That's pitiful…I have you…yeah I guess that counts." He pressed his nose to hers.

"Some bastard keeps trying to dig up dirt on me at the paper…I don't think I like where it's going. Probably gonna have to kill him." He pursed his lips and stared at Loki's green eyes.

"He's asking for it, what am I supposed to do?" He felt Loki's paws knead his shirt.

"Making muffins on my chest…with your little cat hands." He grabbed one of her little black paws and kissed it.

"What do I do now?" He pet her until tiny vibrations rang against his chest from her purring.

"I'm in love…like bad. I don't think I can imagine life before him. All of this madness…for what?" He sighed, "The accelerator , trying to be him, it's all pointless and I wish I could go back and tell myself that it'd be much easier to love him than hate him. Fighting all the time…fuck, what happened?" He rolled over on the carpet, wallowing in self-pity.

"I'm so fucking stupid…and when I see him today, I'm going to smile like a dumbass…if there were a camera… I could see how ridiculous I look-" He sat upright quickly.

"Wait, I had cameras all over…let's check for ourselves, shall we?" He laughed and pulled up the locked files on his tablet.

"Oh look, a week ago…" He scrolled through and clicked on Wednesday.

"There… I have a stupid ass grin." He turned the screen around and showed Loki. She turned her head, completely uninterested in his pity party.

"Yeah, that's about it…hmmm?" He scoffed, scrolling through different files. He clicked on the ones in his house.

"Do I really look that weird when I meet him?" He cocked his head to the side and then hit fast forward.

"Guess I don't need to buy porn. It's all right here…" He laughed.

"What the FUCK?!" He hissed out loud, startling the cat off his lap and she ricocheted over towards the couch.

"What the fuck is Eddie doing in MY HOUSE?!" He raged, heat filling his vision and exploding around him, flickering speedforce around him like something combustible.

"He's digging through my stuff, what the hell is he looking for?" He snapped, staring hard at the screen.

"I should kill him." He seethed, "But… I can't, can I?" He stomped to the edge of the couch and groaned. His eyes faded to blue as he stared at the screen in horror. Eddie looked everywhere and found every bottle of lubricant, every Taylor Swift object that probably belonged to Barry, but he would not have known the difference. Nobody knew how often Barry showed up here in the dead of night.

"Fuck…he probably found the damned pantyhose too. That was stupid. Of all the people in this fucking universe, it had to be you? The one person I can't kill!" He hissed through his teeth and threw his tablet across the room in a childish tantrum.

"Okay…That was a little too Kylo Ren for my taste… I'm going to have to do something." He pressed his thumbs against his lips and weighed his options, but he had to get to work first.

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Eobard POV

He felt a displacement in the air in the cortex, not the vibrations given off by a speedster before they arrived…no, more like molecules shifting in the air around him. That floral scent wafting through the air, he anticipated it before it ever hit his senses. He didn't need to know that it was Barry coming through the stairwell, too fidgety to take the elevator and wait those few more seconds…minutes… eons. Eobard turned, opening his eyes halfway, taking in Barry's appearance before yanking his pants open. He didn't care anymore, after the night they spent apart and whatever thing…probably Joe, kept them apart during the night hours gnawed at his skin as his own shirt was pulled away, raw to the touch as Barry reached for him. A thick zap came off his skin, making a gasp rise from the older man. He shuddered as Barry leaned in and closed the gap between them with his lips. His tongue felt hot and familiar. Eobard raked a hand through his hair, pulling at his lower lip. Barry whimpered pathetically against him and sat in his lap.

It was five-thirty in the morning… Neither of them made plans to show up, but he just felt this unnatural pull to be there at that time.

Barry cooed against his chest, planting kisses along his jaw line, loving every little grunt that escaped the doctor.

Not even Dr. Snow came in this early…

Eobard felt Barry's hands grab attentively between his legs, he parted his thighs wider for him. Barry pressed his cheek against his, kissing the bruises along the doctor's neck that were constantly maintained by Barry's harsh-then-sweet kisses.

"Ahh…ff…uckk.." Eobard gasped against his ear, Barry's hand buzzing around his core, urging his hips up. At one point he would have called him a cheater, but at this point he couldn't bring himself to care. He pressed his forehead against the speedster's as his breath hitched and he started shaking slightly.

Barry moved forward and his length disappeared. Tears stung Eobard's eyes as he bit his lip from the intensity. Barry didn't even lick his hand anymore…

He groaned against him a Barry widened his legs, accommodating his entire shaft.

"Barry…fuck…" He hissed, but the speedster just absentmindedly rubbed their wet faces together. Heat surged through Eobard, he hadn't expected this, but he forced his energy down, desperate for Barry not too see it. He couldn't show that angry…angry red. His brows furrowed up and Barry kissed his cheek, moving forward towards him, sucking on his neck.

Barry bit down..hard.

Eobard choked on a gasp and then that's when Barry lit up with golden yellow, his speedforce ebbed against Eobard's skin, urging…pining even…at his own cracking energy. He bit his lip as he felt a warm heat mess the front of his stomach. Barry was pressing his forehead against his, rubbing them together and panting. A simple jerk of the hips signified Barry's release, but he knew better…Barry was just beginning and he was alright with that. The sting of not using lubricant made him raw to the touch, but Barry craved that heat, that need that…hurt.

"Barry…" He panted, shuddering against him. He could keep going and he would while Barry rode out a few more. He dug his hands through the speedster's hair. How could he be upset with a baby-face like that?

He jerked his hair back, startling him…Barry gave him a half-lidded emerald stare. Eobard's jaw lowered, his canines protruding, and watched Barry's panting face. He ran a hand down his back, the appendage shook slightly as yellow crackled into it, against it, filling him with something that could have been described as love. He wasn't really sure, but it looked that way. Barry's face pressed harder against his neck. Eobard could feel the dampness, Barry was so raw, honest, and utterly his for the taking. He cupped his backside, letting him have another as he rubbed against his front. By now, his pants had sunk to his ankles and if any of the others happened to come in, they'd be in for a shock of a lifetime…

Eobard shoved his hips up and Barry's moan went silent as his mouth fell open and his eyes widened. Eobard knew he'd found the perfect position; he locked his arms around his waist and moved harder, grunting against his ear as he moved, the wheels of the chair squeaked slightly with their ministrations.

"Oh God!" Barry rubbed his face against his neck and then Eobard felt teeth. Heat poured through his body, channeling into Barry. He felt his core shuddering, spasming and he briefly considered doing this all day until they fell over in defeat of one another. Barry ground his hips down and took everything, like they were on the same wavelength.

Barry POV

He panted softly against his bare chest, petting it slightly as rubbed his cheek against his too.

"I…missed you." he sighed, snorting in as much of him as he could manage. The doctor nodded in response and leaned in, kissing him. Barry could feel his flesh soften inside him and he closed his legs a bit, enjoying it a little more before rising. He loved watching his face scrunch up as he separated their bodies. They didn't need to talk as much when they got started anymore. He didn't fight it, didn't want to either…

Barry nuzzled his chest and fumbled for his shirt and pulled it back over his head, lacing his arms through the sleeves, but he caught Barry's wrists just before pulling the hem down barely above his stomach.

"Clean it up Barry." He gave a wry grin. Barry felt heat bloom to his face. His pulse kicked up fast again. He shook his head slightly and bit his lip.

"Do it." The doctor asked again. Barry leaned down and swiped at the mess he'd left and pressed it to the doctor's lips instead. He surprised Barry by sticking out a pale tongue and licking his fingers. As gross as it seemed, Barry couldn't deny what a turn on it was to see…

He chewed his lip nervously and pressed the rest of it to the doctor's mouth. Needless to say, he was all clean now and Barry owed him one and he intended to do so.

Just then the doctor glanced at his watch while slowly licking his lower lip and stared at Barry with wide blue eyes. He nodded and helped him pull his pants back up.

"Hhffff…" Barry's head was jerked close and Eobard sucked his ear and bit it before the speedster could make and escape.

"Ahhhh!" He jerked back from the harsh bite and rubbed his raw pink ear.

"Ouch…you're mean." He pouted, cupping his hand over his abused ear, but the doctor only smiled knowingly at him with a dark expression through his frames. Barry blushed and turned away, terrified of having another round, but secretly, desperately wanting it, and not caring where they were as long as he got it.

Loving Harrison Wells was not a sickness…it was a fucking disease.

Barry sighed as thirty minutes went by and he was flipping through another case file for his boss.

Boss?

Barry shuddered at the thought of playing Boss. He chewed his lip and sat down in the chair, attempting to hide his excitement by crossing one leg over the other. Cisco was across from him, working on some kind of metal object that he couldn't remember the name of. Barry looked down and the words started to blur. He snatched his phone from his pocket and clicked his headphones in, letting Swift's 1985 album soothe his woes. He nodded his head as he marked notes in the incomplete case of a girl being able to shift or move around through walls. Barry thought being able to do that was pretty cool, but not what she had started doing with it. He filled out some more notes on the characteristics of the new meta-human threat, but there was almost nothing on her appearance other than the fact that she was female.

"Shawna Baez…" Cisco spoke as the ground discussed what to do about this new threat.

Barry looked at her picture and tilted his head, pulling the headphones out of his ears. He then figured out that she had busted a man out of jail, probably her boyfriend…

Barry considered if Harrison had ever done anything bad, would he ever break him out of jail…

Fuck Yes…

He chewed the tip of a pen and turned his chair around. Caitlin smiled and looked up from her stack of papers. He got a text and glanced down at his phone.

Were you hooking up?!

Barry's face went red as he sent a picture of a heart.

Don't get into trouble okay?

Barry knew that Caitlin was protective of Harrison, he just wasn't exactly certain just how much. She cared about him as much as he did, probably not in the same way, but she probably felt like he was a father to her. He decided on having a lunch date with her.

Lunch today? I have a lot to talk about. Barry texted back.

Yes! He really isn't saying too much to me, but I know you'll fess up. Lol. She answered quickly.

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Hours later, they were at Jitters, eating sandwiches and having coffee. Barry insisted on having hot cocoa, Harrison's preferred drink.

"So how has it been going for you?" Caitlin asked, wide-eyed as she sipped her straw.

"I can't even begin to tell you how amazing it is with him." Barry sighed, blush dusting his cheeks as he sipped his own drink.

"You know… he likes three packets in one cup." Barry chuckled while Caitlin gave him an odd expression.

"The hot chocolate…He likes a bunch of packets in his cup. The last time he had one, he put three in one cup." Barry smiled.

"I see he makes you happy Barry." She sighed softly.

"Everyone is deserving of happiness, even you." Barry smiled.

"I know, just be careful and know I don't think he's the playing type." She warned.

"Caitlin!" Barry covered his mouth then pulled his hand away, "I can't believe you'd think I would just leave him and act like this is all fun and games, but I assure you…it's not." Barry crossed his arms.

"Sorry, I didn't know how serious you two were…are." She added.

"To be honest with you, I've completely fallen for him Caitlin….like completely and he's…we've said the three words already." Barry admitted.

"Oh my God, really?!" She cooed and made an excited noise that made Barry jump.

"Y…yeah, we have. I don't know what he has planned for Valentine's Day." He puffed his cheeks out with a smile.

"Well, I'm sure he'll think of something, judging by his standards, I'd say…it'll probably be amazing." She grinned and took a bite of her turkey sandwich.

"He acts completely different around me, I mean…when we're alone." Barry chided, "He is so loud and says all these things that I've never thought about before…makes me question things I never considered before."

"Like what?" She asked.

"Well, have you ever closed your eyes in the sunlight, like just barely…and seen all the little colors that look like these rings?" He smiled as her face wrinkled in a cute way.

"Hmm…I'll have to try it sometime then." She chuckled.

Barry ate almost half of his pastrami sandwich as they chatted more. Caitlin talked about how much she missed Ronnie and what kinds of things they did. His phone buzzed and he checked and read Cisco's name.

"It's Cisco…" He answered it and his eyes widened then he took off, leaving his lunch at the table. Caitlin picked up his phone and talked with Cisco.

The Reverse Flash was back.

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Eobard POV

He stood there on the corner, weighed his options and finally decided on blue. He opened the door to the convenience store and meandered down the isle of candy. He steadily made his way towards the Polar Ice slushie machine.

Blue…

He grabbed the biggest cup he could find and yanked the handle down all the way. The thick stream of cold blue sugar ran slow, but thick into his cup with a caricature of a Polar Bear with sunglasses. He glanced over at the thick gold ring on his middle finger with a lightning bolt etched into it. He figured he had to start somewhere, but he wasn't exactly certain where that really was. He wasn't certain how to begin.

He heard the click of a gun behind him…he knew it from anywhere.

Fate's tricky… He thought before he made his decision in the blink of an eye. His words rang ominously in his own head.

He turned on his heel, gathering up red lightning as he dropped to knee-height as the bullet slowly whizzed past, he glanced up and watched it tear a hole through the metal cover of the blue ice machine, thick spurts of it started to come out and gush on the floor.

It was now or never to become a hero…

Eobard held up his ring, the oxygen caused the suit to expand at it was released from the containment field of his ring then he was running into it. His gloved hand shot upwards, knocking the gun from the robber that was demanding money from the cashier. Everything stilled and came to an almost stop as he phased his hand through the metal, shattering it against the cabinet of the checkout counter; he then he grabbed the gunman and shoved his hand through his chest, his hand tore through the flesh, red spilled over his arm in hot streams. He jerked his hand back with a crackle of red echoing off of it. Flecks of red sprayed over the floor and the front of his suit. He shifted his heel and glanced towards the clerk who was still horrorstricken at his glowing red eyes. He shoved the body away from himself and took off out the door, only to collide with something red. He almost yelled at Barry, but the tightness of the suit reminded him that he wasn't in that role at the moment.

Okay… So that could have gone better, but what did the world expect from someone evil? He certainly wasn't perfect and he did the best to what he knew…He slaughtered that guy. He saved people, it wasn't so bad.

"You're not gonna get away with it!" Barry yelled at him, Eobard rumbled his vocal chords as he spoke, but the only thing that came out was a harsh and bitter laugh. He turned back on his heel and shot off with a sonic boom. Barry ruptured the sound barrier as he attempted to keep up with him. He was getting faster, Eobard could sense it, but was he?

He hadn't expected the phasing part to be so rusty, he usually killed very neatly, but he'd left a bloodbath…

He hissed as he forced himself to move faster. He could hear Barry panting, breathing harder behind him. A shuddered ran through Eobard as Barry crossed over his path and cut him off, going in front of him, colliding and knocking both of them to the ground. Eobard saw his fist go up and he didn't stop it from happening. A grunt escaped him and he clouded it with his vocal manipulation.

Because who knew if Barry could recognize that sound or not…

Eobard turned his knee up and Barry was on top, hitting him at a rate that left him battered. Gold blinded his vision as Barry's fist hit him hard in the ribcage, forcing another hiss from between his snarling teeth. He hated how much he loved the fight. He swung his arm up, channeling energy and the strength of the reverse speedforce, making contact against Barry's cheek with red light flickering with his movement. He sailed across his lap and tumbled a few feet. Eobard roared at him as he rose. He hated the fact that Barry had ruined fifteen long years of patience, of hiding…everything was gone and he still didn't know if he was content with it or not. He would forgive Barry…One day. He leapt on top of him. The surprised sound that escaped Barry excited him. He wouldn't deny that… If Barry felt between his legs, he'd be done in. Barry stripped everything bare from him. The one time he even considered being a hero… Here Barry was to take it from him, judge him, hit him…He knocked him onto his stomach. Eobard growled and jerked his arm back and pressed his knee into Barry's back. He struggled, but Eobard was bigger and both of them knew it.

"Hhhfff…" Barry choked a sound out before Eobard curled his hand around one of his fingers and snapped it back. He hated how much he loved him, the act of hurting him…breaking that single digit seemed far more intimate than being inside of him…Oh but the sound that left Barry's mouth…

Eobard kept Barry's face down because he couldn't control himself. He visibly shook as he broke a second finger. Barry didn't scream this time… But he looked down as saw dark drops in front of Barry's knees on the pavement. His tears… Eobard wondered if Barry would keep fighting if he let him go. He released his hand and pulled his knee off Barry's back. Awareness shocked down his spine as he watched Barry's face filled with rage. The Flash rose up and swung with his good hand, he managed to get a two hits in before Eobard was kicked between the legs.

"Fuck!" He snapped, barely managing to cover his voice with his speed. That was a low blow and he knew it. Eobard growled and red lighting exploded around him, almost like a shield. Barry was shocked as he fell back and stared at him.

"That was low Flash…even for you." He scoffed at him, spitting blood at him. He got up and rushed back, away from the buildings, the city, everyone…

A low vibration rippled through his body, signaling that Barry had tapped into the speedforce again. It was obvious they were in tune, but Barry was so blinded by hate that he would never know it. sense it. Eobard smiled, wiping blood off his lower lip as Barry gave chase. Blood pounded in his veins, he felt the gold lick at his heels, Barry was closer… and his own speedforce was draining. He needed to leave… hide. His eyes darted back and forth across the darkening landscape.

That diner wasn't that far away…

He ran around the corner and knocked Barry's leg out from under him and sped around another corner and absorbed his suit back into his ring. He fixed his face up before slinking to the back exit.

There was no sign of Barry or the Flash…

Eobard tapped into the speedforce again and made it back to S.T.A.R. Labs before anyone realized he was missing. He gathered himself and accelerated his healing factor so his black eyes from when Barry punched him didn't get any more noticeable. In a few minutes, it faded but he still had work to do. The doors blasted open and Barry was running to him, cradling his right hand against his chest.

"What happened?" Eobard fought the urge to smile… Barry held out his shaking hand and the first two fingers were clearly broken.

"Looks like we have to fix this up, come on." He rose from his chair, it was just the two of them in the lab. Barry followed like a puppy; there was something sick about the entire event, but Eobard smiled as he pulled Barry to the med bay. He sat him on the edge of the bed and placed two metal slabs on the table and a tourniquet to tie them together. Eobard turned and saw Barry's tear-stained face looking nervously up at him. He leaned in and kissed one of the tears in the middle of his cheek.

"It's okay Barry…" He petted the back of his head, planting small kisses over the wet trails on his cheeks.

"I won't lie to you, this will hurt." He paused, looking up at his wide green eyes. He nodded and Eobard watched his face before he closed his hand around the digit for the second time that day and snapped his finger back the right way. Barry yelped as he moved quickly and snapped the other one back in place. A sob left Barry and Eobard inhaled sharply against him, pressing his face against his neck, kissing him tenderly, lovingly so. There was something so intimate about breaking him, then putting the pieces back together that just touched parts of him he hadn't known were there. He wrapped each finger carefully and then secured them together. Barry shook against him, his fingers on his other hand dug into the black fabric bunched up against his chest. He turned and Barry leaned in and kissed him…hard.

Eobard felt himself harden almost instantly. Maybe danger had the same effect on the both of them…His hands pulled at Eobard's hair and he nipped his ear and started pulling at the zipper of his suit. The sound of heels clacking against the floor made him jump.

Oh FUCK! Eobard's eyes widened as Barry thought of something quick. He slammed Eobard into the medical bed with a grunt and Barry grabbed a clipboard off the desk quickly.

"What's going on, are you alright Dr. Wells?!" Caitlin asked, running up to them, she apparently hadn't seen them prior to what they were originally doing.

"I'm fine…just a little low blood sugar." He lied. Caitlin looked over at his face and then looked over at Barry, her eyes narrowed and then she turned around to file the paperwork she'd brought in. Barry looked down at the doctor with dark eyes, blown wide with need. He turned and locked the door and Eobard's eyes went wider, his mouth parting slightly in surprise as Barry climbed on top, straddling him.

"Fuck..Barry, I don't want to get caught!" He snapped in a low register. Barry smiled and unzipped his suit.

"I felt you… against me when you broke my fingers." Barry responded lightly. Eobard's face went pale… He wasn't exactly certain if he meant the first or the second time he'd done it that day…

"You liked it." His tone softened and was unzipping the grey trouser pants beneath him.

"You… like hurt, don't you Doctor?" Barry whispered. Eobard glared and shook his head back and forth. Barry reached forward and yanked his hair and got an almost instant reaction against his thigh.

"Oh my God…" Barry panted, taking his length in his hand and licked him. Eobard bit his lip and furrowed his brows and let out a small whimper, too tired to fight. Barry leaned down and sucked in as much as he could, meeting him halfway with his mouth and his uninjured hand joined around the base. The cooing noises that vibrated against Eobard's core made him shudder. Barry stared at parts of him that strained with a deep shade of lilac along with veins stuck that out at his temples; hard skin pulsed between his lips as he sucked. He loved the tones of dark that encircled the base, but then it faded to a soft pink as he ran his tongue over the underside of it. He gave a soft pull against his hair with his bandaged hand, earning a few drops of salty heat against tongue.

Eobard couldn't lie… he loved hair pulling. He bit his fist as his thighs trembled against Barry's forearms. If he could get away with breaking him, patching him up, then earning something like this, he could live with that…By God, he could live with that. Barry's cheeks puffed up as he pressed his mouth down harder. He could feel the delicate soft layers of Barry's throat against his shaft. Barry was trying to push himself and then he gagged and jerked his head back with a cough, trailing thick streams of spit off his lip.

"Barry…fuck…Barry." Eobard whimpered, sucking his lower lip in and the speedster climbed in his lap and took both of them in his hand. Eobard's back stiffened and rose up as he jerked back and forth, clenching his teeth together.

"Don't fight it Harrison…" Barry whispered, his hands going steadily faster and he heard that high pitch hum and that's when he doubled over and banged his head against Barry's and pushed harder into his blurring hands. Barry's soft moans were quiet and he kept kissing him to keep him quiet. Eobard shuddered as he felt heat spill over himself, but then he reached his climax almost at the exact same moment. His thighs jerked slightly and they delved their tongues together, sucking, tasting one another. Barry leaned down and licked up the side of Eobard's shaft, making him shudder more. He panted and dropped his head back against the pillow, worn out from more than just having sex with Barry. The young speedster grabbed a tissue box and cleaned them both up as he zipped his suit up quickly. He pulled his pants back on then covered Eobard with the blue blanket.

"There…" Barry smiled.

"What's this for?" He asked.

"I think you should sleep more, you've purple circles under your eyes." He kissed his cheeks and made sure to cover his feet up.

He could have thrown up if he thought about it long enough…maybe he should break parts of the Flash more often…

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Barry POV

Barry sighed as they

"Coram-entanglement… The ability to manipulate interconnected particles over an infinite distance; or as Einstein put it, spooky action, at a distance." Eobard smiled knowingly at Barry.

"Everyone has limits Mr. Allen, let's focus on those limits and we get her." He turned his chair around while Barry hid his little grin behind his hand.

Eobard was thankful for the chair, more so than ever when it came to bedding the Flash…

"I've got to go change and help Iris out." Barry smiled while Caitlin gave him an odd expression, but she didn't seem too out of sorts; probably because Cisco told her she had no life so he'd probably be the one that would end up having to do something about it later…maybe go out for drinks he couldn't truly enjoy, but the fact that she would seemed well worth it.

Eventually, Barry made it towards the building where Iris worked and she was there, leaving the steps with Eddie with his arm curled around hers.

"Hey, I'm here because you needed some help with the article…" His voice trailed off as Iris mentioned that she was about to have dinner with Eddie's mother.

"Oh…" He attempted not to seem too disappointed, but neither of them took notice. Barry hated when Iris changed plans on him all the time, back when he really liked her, it was almost constant. He gave in and decided to keep up with his mission and figured he could try one of the bars that Baez frequented with her lover.

...

Barry watched Caitlin come in and he would be lying if he claimed he hadn't been staring. Caitlin's face dropped as she asked him if she looked alright.

"You look amazing, actually." He smiled at her. She preceded to complain about doing nothing and that tonight she was going to change things and have fun for a change. Barry stared at her with wide eyes as she polished off a clear drink with a lime wedge in it. After a number of drinks came and went, he'd lost count. He needed to get something to drink, but refused to buy anything with liquor, since it'd be a complete waste of money. He ordered a water, then heard her holler his name over the mic.

He chopped his hand at his neck to signal her to stop, he had no interest in singing on stage, but he had a feeling that was a battle he was probably going to lose when the crowd started siding with Caitlin. After they started singing "Summer Lovin" the crowd cheered and she figured out that he was fats, and a good singer. He kept the drinks away and watched out for her by handing her a water. She then stated she had to go to the bathroom. He smiled as she went, but he was keen on keeping an eye out. A girl sat beside him and he got nervous, it's not that a girl wanting to buy him a drink bothered him, it was the fact that he was no longer single.

"Wanna dance?" she asked, seeming hopeful but insistent.

"Only for one because I have to take my friend home soon." He admitted. He followed her to the floor and peeked at the bathroom door and saw that Caitlin hadn't come out yet. He attempted to relax and he swayed back and forth pitifully. Linda touched his hips and pulled him closer.

"Like this." She whispered against his neck. Barry inhaled sharply at the intimacy she gave off and felt a wave of cotton candy scented perfume wash over him. He closed his eyes and pretended that this wasn't happening…

He opened his eyes and watched her mischievous smile widen and then her hands were against his waist. He wasn't sure where his hands ended up, but they were sweaty and shaking. He felt nauseous and swallowed thickly. Barry sucked in his lower lip, but Linda closed the distance between them and kissed him. Barry was so shocked, he hadn't reacted right away, but then he felt hands on his hips. He felt overwhelmed and horribly dirty; he pulled back from Linda, but the hands on his hips closed tighter. He snapped forward and turned around and discovered a man, much taller than him was behind him. He felt fear in the pit of his stomach as Linda made a disgusted sound and left, mentioning how all the good ones were either married or gay.

Barry missed the scent of cotton candy now…

He felt something thick and cold push against the small of his back. He had abilities, but he was slightly caught off guard. He was pretty certain he knew what these guys wanted and they weren't planning on being nice about it. Barry felt rage boil to the surface as he followed them out the back door.

How many others had they done this to?

Barry was knocked to the floor on his knees, scraping them, he knew they'd heal by the end of the day. He needed more information about these two guys and figure out if this was a partner job for fun or something more serious like some kind of setup. He sucked in a gasp when one of the men grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, he shouted and gold flashed behind his eyes. He couldn't hide his anger when he rose up with lightning crackling around him, energy and his soul were one, bound together…

All of the sudden, his world went black and it didn't matter how fast he was, he'd waited too long…

Through the blurred haze, he could make out a total of five men now, dressed like street thugs. He winced and attempted to get up again, but then a shock rang through him and he couldn't move, his hands were planted on the floor and he meekly looked up.

A red bolt flashed through his vision and one of the men was being pulled back, his head cracked on the pavement. The second man was shredded into a wall by some kind of cylindrical force from his hand and he could hear the sound f his body separating…Then he saw it…

The yellow suit…eyes the color of hell ignited…

Barry coughed up blood, his eyes widened and he figured this was the end for him. He didn't want to die here pitifully on the street, no…he would rather die in his red suit. A sob wracked his body as he watched through darkness that filtered his vision.

The third man was getting beaten at the rate of sound, he could hear the sound barrier popping as each hit made contact…No human could survive that. The fourth man had his heart ripped out and he did I slowly, making sure he suffered. The fifth one was torn to shreds like the second, only he was seeing more than one Reverse Flash, maybe it was his mind, getting so foggy, he was seeing doubles.

He blinked, hot tears running down his face as he felt a sharp stab in his lungs when he attempted to get up.

"N…no." Barry whimpered softly, not wanting to die, but if he were honest with himself, he figured if he had to go….then he was the one that would do it.

Barry closed his eyes and felt blackness seep again through his vision like a tidal wave. He felt hands around him, but they were mean or brutal, but they were wet with stale blood.

Had he protected him…Was he going to kill him in a more private place?

Barry blinked and he was squished against his chest, the reverse bolt wiggled slightly as he felt the sonic boom erupt around them. Wind tore at his clothes as the world around him faded to black. The next time he opened his eyes, the wind was back.

Still running…

Barry glanced up and he was moved from earlier, his head was against his shoulder this time; he looked up and saw the stars in the night sky streak like time-lapsed images. Tears slipped down his cheeks and were flung against his neck at the rate they were going. He hated this man, everything about him was evil, but what the hell was happening? Barry couldn't even begin to explain it as he felt a sharp sting in his side again, then passed out.

He woke in some kind of bed…He side throbbed, but it was dull this time. He brought his hand to his side and felt stitches, then suddenly figured out that his clothes were gone. Red flooded his face, he hadn't expected something like this to embarrass him so much, but it had. Tears blurred his eyes again as he tried to move, but quickly figured out that he was bound to the bed. He turned his head with a hiss and saw the back of him.

The cowl was off and he couldn't tell, but his hair was dark. Barry sucked in his lip and was desperate to see, but then dark gloves reached up and it was over his face again.

"Wh..why am I here?!" He snapped, but it came out like a desperate whisper.

"You were going to die Barry." His deep baritone became manipulated as his face blurred and Barry could hear that subtle hum.

"Why save me?" He scoffed bitterly.

"Because…without you, where would I be?" His hands were on his hips and Barry swore he saw a smile beneath the mask.

"Why did you do it?" Barry seethed.

"I was…" He paused, "I…ruined everything. The timeline….has been destroyed. You won't understand this now, but soon….Barry, you will." He moved closer, setting Barry on edge. He pulled slightly at the restraints, but a heavy weight pressed against his stomach. He looked up and saw him, the Reverse Flash was sitting on him.

Eobard POV

"Hnnn…" Barry's nostrils flared as he shook his head back and forth vigorously. Eobard reached and ran a black gloved hand through his parted hair. Barry let out some kind of sound that resembled a growl. His other hand lifted the blanket and Barry's face went ten shades red and he turned away, trying to avoid his face and not let him see how broken he gotten by the end of the night and after being alone and constricted after what could have been minutes. He felt a hand press gently against his side, making him wince and slam his eyes shut. Eobard ran a finger gently over the dark red lines and perfect sutures. His hand stopped and rested on the center of Barry's stomach, just barely beneath his belly button. Barry struggled then,

"N..No, please no…don't!" Barry hissed, but his words quickly broke midway and tears slipped down his face.

"Stop…please…I…I can't,,,hhfff…hnnn…" Barry pleaded at him, but his hand wet down slowly.

Eobard couldn't help himself, staring at Barry with his true real eyes. He was so desperate to show him… He hand shook as he curled it around Barry's flaccid shaft. His hand moved slow as he watched more tears leave pink hot trails down Barry's cheeks. He moved it faster and then there was a pulse beneath the leather. His hand built up, going faster, small red spots of light caused Barry's exposed skin to almost glow. Barry's face was scrunched up, his brows were high, and his cherry colored lip was trapped between his teeth. Eobard's hand went ever faster and he could feel Barry straining against the straps, only instead of trying to fight it, the pressure was tightening in his had…Barry was leaning into his grip. Small pants and cries left Barry's mouth and Eobard felt entirely solid against his thigh.

Fuck…He'd never been so hard in his life before. His hand almost burned against him, he yanked the glove off, not wanting to burn Barry and spat on it. The speedster gasped and his thighs jerk involuntarily beneath his weight. Barry was grinding against his touch and shaking, screaming…

Eobard's hand went so fast Barry hollered and sucked in sobs as white coated his bare hand. Thankfully Barry's eyes were closed when Eobard leaned down and licked at the mess he'd made.

"Ahh…st..stop,,," Barry attempted, but Eobard's mouth closed over him, hardening what was between his lips in an instant. He growled and pushed his mouth and made it to the hilt, swallowing thickly as heat spurt against the back of his throat. Barry shuddered against him and Eobard pulled back and buried his face into his neck. Barry went still beneath him and felt something warm against his hip. He looked down and saw a dark patch between his leather-clad thighs. Apparently, it had affected him on the same level. Eobard sucked in his scent and jerked himself back, suddenly remembering that he was still in his suit. Barry gasped when he pulled away too quickly.

"You….you smell like him." Barry mumbled, his green eyes widening.

"Who?" Eobard pulled back, feeling stupid for letting his façade slip. Barry clammed up then and didn't say anything.

"I won't hurt your little doctor." Eobard smiled, "not anymore." His smiled widened, remembering how he'd managed to beat himself up with a speed mirage of himself. He looked at Barry and covered him back up with the blanket, it stuck to parts of his stomach where Eobard licked him clean.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, managing to cover his voice with his speed, but barely.

"N…no." Barry chewed his lip as unshed tears made his voice waver.

"Would you call this rape?" His voice darkened. Barry closed his eyes and shook his head back and forth quickly, flinging some of the new tears on the top of the sheet.

"Why not?" He snapped.

"B…Because you didn't get anything from me, didn't take anything from me." He whispered. Eobard cocked his head to the side and turned around, pacing the room and leaving for a moment. He shoved a toweled inside his suit and cleaned up part of it.

"That's where you're wrong Barry…" He whispered.

Barry POV

He couldn't call it that, but when he saw that sheen of dark between his counterpart's legs, he knew right away he must have gotten something from it. Barry just wished he could understand what the hell had just happened and how he was going to face Harrison tonight after what he gave into. Footsteps alerted him of the man in the yellow suit approaching the bedside.

"I'm sorry if I've ruined you." He paused, making Barry blush and look at him, not understanding what he meant.

"About Nora…but if I hadn't…this…." He waved a bare hand over Barry's form, "the Flash wouldn't feel the rage and desire that fuels him to do batter….fix my mistakes."

Barry cried again and Eobard pulled his glove back on.

"You were going to die Barry…I can't have that." He growled, making the speedster jump at the venomous sound.

"I can't change the past, it would ruin the both of us…and our speed. Tell me Barry, do you like to go fast?" He stepped back towards the bed. He couldn't talk so instead, he nodded. Eobard smiled.

"I have a difficult time with that….the saving part." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he spoke, "but not with you Barry….I have no mercy to those that try to hurt you…rape you." His eyes went brighter, filling with liquid rage.

"D…Do you see red when your eyes glow like that?" Barry asked.

"Sometimes…I can control it normally, but if I get angry enough…" He paused, feeling heat flood his vision, bathing Barry in a crimson red. He shook his head and they faded, the red only filling his irises with color.

Barry had so many questions…about powers and what he was capable of, what he could do… His next words took Barry by surprise.

"You and I…we are enemies, rivals, reverses…of one another." His head tilted to the side, making Barry stare hard at his features. How…How could he smell like him…like Harrison. Thoughts flooded and overwhelmed him, making his face wet with emotion again. The Reverse Flash paused and turned away from him.

"I couldn't let you die Barry…not at the hands of those pitiful insignificant people; I had no choice, they chose their fate when they pulled you into the alleyway." He stalked across the room and moved things on a desk that Barry couldn't see through the haze of pain.

"Why…h…how did you know I was in trouble?" Barry managed.

"Because Barry Allen…we are connected whether you like it or not." He came back into Barry's vision, "I sense when you use your abilities, the speedforce. There will always be an equal and opposite reaction for every action you take, speak, fight, every single time you run, I feel it…because for all those actions, I am and always be the reverse of everything you do."

"But you don't have to be bad…evil, I mean, you could teach me things." Barry couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth now, but he couldn't stop them.

He was asking for help from his mother's killer…

Barry stopped I mid-thought, after everything that happened, that was quickly becoming the least of his problems.

"Why help me, do…" Barry blushed hard, "things…"

"Because you will die in my arms, at my hand…it's the way it must be Barry." Eobard watched him, eyes glowing.

"What if you died, I mean what happens-" Barry paused.

"I doubt the latter, dying in your arms seems…noble, yet I don't see that as something that's going to happen anytime soon. Repercussions of fate…I have something you lack entirely Flash." Eobard almost smiled.

"Yeah, and what's that?" Barry snapped, his face getting hot.

"Experience…" Eobard felt the word drip like silk from his own lips. Barry's mouth clamped shut when he heard that word and his face burned…red hot. He tore his gaze away, hating himself for being laid bare in front of him, even more…had been his reaction. He could have done anything he wanted, but this…Barry's dignity…he was taking it slowly, draining it away through his voice and words. A stab at his side made him jump and pull at the strap over his chest and pull at the weird cuffs he was wearing. He managed to glance down and see that the cuffs were made out of thick light brown leather, resembling what was used to restrain patients in a mental hospital. He watched him pull both gloves off this time. Barry swallowed thickly, the back of his neck was damp with perspiration. He wasn't ready for this…

The blanket was pulled back, but not as far as he thought it'd be.

"Wha-ahh!" Barry stopped in mid-sentence and bit his lip as pain speared his side.

"Stop talking." He felt the Reverse Flash's vibrations against him. He was pulling at something that hurt..badly. Tears stung Barry's eyes and he closed them. His skin was raw at his side, and he had no idea how extensive his injuries were, but they were significant enough to put him down.

"I'm not trying to hurt you…intentionally." Eobard smiled as he started cutting sutures and dabbing alcohol against his side, making Barry hiss and fight his restraints, sobbing and screaming all at once. Eobard reached with one hand and pressed it to his bared teeth in an attempt to shush him. Barry winced and bit down. He hadn't meant to but having some kind of tension between his teeth felt so good right now.

Eobard sucked his cheek in his mouth, trying not to let that sight or the sharp stab of pain affect him. He was already fucking up everything…he gave Flash a taste of the reverse speed force.

Barry fucking loved it…

Eobard furrowed his brow as he kept working down the horrible tear in Barry's side that went from the top of his ribcage to almost the base of his spine. He carefully pulled out the hard plastic wires that held him together when Barry couldn't heal fast enough. Purple and red skin surrounded the area, but other parts of him were already turning yellow.

"Don't….Don't you dare move." He snapped, pulling his hand away from Barry's mouth. The speedster's eyes widened when he saw red on his fingers.

"I…I didn't mean to." He stammered quickly, suddenly realizing how stupid he sounded. They were enemies after all and practically beat the hell out of each other any chance they got.

"There will be another time…another place." Eobard paused and unbuckled the tan cuffs. He reached and loosened the strap around his chest and then moved to his ankles. Barry stared as the Reverse Flash reached his arms around his waist and carefully sat him upright. Scent flooded Barry's nostrils again…reeking of him.

Barry winced inwardly, and not from the physical pain. He was hurting.

"I'm in a serious relationship you know." He spat, watching those pale glowing eyes widen slightly.

"Are you now?" He smiled, unable to hide his amusement. Barry's posture stiffened and he hid his hands in his lap to cover himself.

"You must have a really difficult time then…with her." Eobard leaned forward and brushed his hand against Barry's cheek, small tendrils of red light left him and sparked against Barry's skin. He jerked his head away from the villain and growled.

"Him…and sometimes, but he's pretty accepting of what I can do, half the time I want…" He paused, bit his lip and stopped talking altogether. He didn't want to tell him anything because he was afraid of Harrison getting hurt.

"I'm not going to kill him, that would devastate you…probably too much for my taste, then who would match me?" He tilted his head and grinned, shaking his head slightly with the effort.

"I don't believe you!" Barry snapped.

"Oh but you do Barry…" He growled back at him, his voice distorting to an even deep register, "You are capable of so much, you just need a guiding hand that will teach you."

"He teaches me enough." Barry blushed at those words again. Eobard smiled and his hands were on his hips again,

"Exactly…but he can't teach you everything." Eobard loved open wide open Barry was at the moment and he was right…Harrison couldn't teach him everything, but Eobard could…the Reverse Flash could. He leaned closer and grabbed Barry's chin.

Barry tried pulling away too quickly and he felt his other hand clamp down on his hip like a vice. He let out a small choked sound and Eobard let his chin go in favor of petting the side of his face.

"Stop doting on me like a father, because I don't have one." Barry scoffed.

"We've long past that barrier Mr. Allen." Eobard leaned closer and rested his chin cautiously on his shoulder and rubbed his back. Barry felt the weight against his chest and started crying.

"If I hadn't killed her…these abilities would have never happened." the truth stung Eobard's words, "You wouldn't be able to make a difference in a world that needs you very much." Barry sobbed against him, too worn out to fight and he was scared.

"Y…You were the monster under every bed I slept in." Barry admitted, he felt his hands move gently against his bare skin, over his shoulder blades.

"I can't give that back to you, and I'm sorry, but you wouldn't become the man you are today without it. It was your destiny, as is mine." He stopped.

"What is your destiny?" Barry's eyes narrowed as his hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back. He felt heat where his bare hands shook slightly, he hadn't missed that. This moment…everything that had transpired between them tonight completely humanized the Reverse Flash and Barry knew it, could tell but he doubted the other man knew. The faint taste of copper in his mouth forced him to look at his hand, but the blood had been wiped off and his hand looked uninjured.

"What is your name?" Barry asked, doubting he'd get an answer.

"My name…" He paused, his eyes started to glow a little brighter.

"It won't matter…because you won't find it in any record." He watched him with an almost panther-like expression.

"Why not?" Barry managed, pulling his legs up to hide more of himself, his hands stayed firmly planted on his shoulders, fidgeting slightly with the faded yellow leather, feeling and knowing it was a man beneath the suit and certainly not a demon like he imagined as a child.

"My name…is Eobard." He watched Barry's features crinkle with confusion, then amusement.

Eobard felt something mentally heavy lift off his shoulders when he told him. Tears stung his eyes as he desperately wanted to say more, but couldn't.

"That's a funny…I mean interesting name." Barry sucked in his lower lip again. The man in front of him let out an exasperated sound that he didn't cover with his vocal manipulation.

His real voice…

Barry felt something in him click, but he hadn't put anything into perspective, so he watched him. His hands moved slowly up the pale yellow collar of his suit, feeling the indents on it. It matched his in every sense of the word from the chest up, but where the lines went up on Barry's, his went down in the reverse position. Barry's hands gently reached the sides of his head and he wasn't moving, his face was stoic and still. Barry's hands carefully reached his cheeks. He pressed his thumb gently over his lower lip. He wasn't exactly certain of anything anymore, but the more time he spent with him, the more he desperately wanted to know…to see.

Barry slipped his thumb beneath the lip of the yellow cowl.

"Don't!" The older speedster snapped at him, jarring Barry to pull his thumb away, but his hands were caught at the wrists, his knuckles turned white and Barry felt his hands shaking around his.

"You won't like what you see." He spoke harsh and bitter. The venom from his tone touched parts of Barry he didn't think he'd ever feel. He felt a wash of sadness over him for the man in the yellow suit.

"You don't belong here do you?" Barry's eyes watered.

"No." He answered back quickly. Barry pulled him close into an embrace, so much emotion had washed over him in such a small amount of time…Anger, regret, hatred, sadness, pity, and even love if he admitted to himself.

"I'm stuck here and the only way…" He stopped quickly.

"What?" Barry looked at him. His eyelashes were long and dark, but there was blackness spread over his eyelids so Barry couldn't tell exactly what his face looked like. His eyes were light, at least their original color was by how bright red they were.

"You're not ready to know that yet." His voice broke slightly as he released Barry's wrists.

"But I…" He watched the Reverse Flash pull away from him, like a switch had been turned.

"Eobard." Barry whispered and the other man turned quickly and Barry swore he saw a hint of red touch his face that wasn't from the reverse speedforce. He stood there, bolt upright, as if he were shocked Barry could pronounce his name right. He felt his posture go rigid when he heard Barry use his real name. It was shocking to hear him say it. Parts of his mind shattered and other parts were woven together like filaments of glass. He felt hot streaks slip down his face before anything registered in his mind. He turned on his heel and bolted in an explosion of sound.

Barry was left alone and he knew the man in yellow wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. He grunted as he managed to pull himself upright and he looked down at his side and saw huge scar that was almost two feet long.

"Oh God…" He pressed a hand carefully to it as green and yellow bruises dotted along the thick line. He made his way over to the table and saw thick red lines of blood along the floor, probably his…

Barry looked around and saw a mirror, he looked at himself and saw red streaks line across his chin and neck. It was his…Barry pressed a hand to the red spots and ran to the bathroom. He grabbed cotton balls and Q-tips and carefully dabbed at the red, trying to preserve as much of it as possible.

He'd find out who the Reverse Flash was one way or another…

He looked around and saw his clothes from that night folded on a chair, but they were bloody and completely ruined. He looked around and saw a S.T.A.R. Labs shirt. Barry sucked in a sob of guilt as he pulled it over his head. He yanked on the pale jeans, slipped on the red jacket that were left there and got out of the abandoned building. Work trucks and construction equipment were lined up around the area of the lot. Apparently, going to tear down the building within the week. Barry sucked in a deep breath of fresh air as he managed a normal pace of walking to get home. He needed time to think about everything that happened between them.

…

Eobard POV

He made it home and realized something wasn't right… everything , something was amiss. He briefly considered Eddie Thawne paying him another visit, but this was something else entirely different, but he hadn't quite placed what was going on exactly as he stalked carefully through his enormous house. He'd gotten way to close to Barry, but the feelings of letting him know felt so much better, even better than touching him, fucking him…that was all a lie, he felt, but the conversation was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him since meeting Barry. He stalked around the house and saw something in the corner.

"What the-" He saw his cat curled up on one of his coats in a corner and she was mewling pitifully.

"Oh fuck…no…" He whined, leaning down and petting her carefully. He saw that something was wrong.

She was having her babies…

Eobard's blue eyes widened and he wiped his face angrily. After everything he'd gone through and discovered about his four legged friend. He didn't want to lose her, let alone what was probably her first litter of kittens and the chances of her not making it through were higher than normal since she was underfed from her previous owners.

"Fuck…" He snapped when the front door opened and Barry wandered in, looking ruined and dejected.

"Barry, I need your help." He fought the urge to shake him, scream at him to stop acting so pitiful. The Reverse Flash wouldn't hurt him, hell…he lived with him at this point.

"She's having her babies and I need help." the doctor snapped in a tone that made Barry move faster. He yanked out his phone and Caitlin didn't answer, so she was probably asleep from all the drinks she had at the bar, but Barry got her message about Cisco picking her up. Barry fumbled and yelled at his phone, quickly losing patience. Eobard turned, furrowing his brows at him, surprised by the sudden outburst.

"I got a hold on Nira, she's on her way." He spoke , coming from the other room and running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Good, glad she's off work." The doctor turned while Barry knelt and watched Loki breath rapidly. He reached out and pet her fur softly.

"You can do this sweetie." Barry rubbed her neck and she closed her eyes. Eobard paced back and forth nervously until a soft knock at the door. Eobard made it to the door, but Barry shoved him in the chair and ripped the door open himself and Nira's soft brown eyes widened when she saw them and their nervous expressions.

"Get in…I'll explain later." He snapped. Nira stumbled inside and looked over at Barry, who seemed out of sorts. The mewls she heard caused her to look down and she saw Loki.

"Alright, we need to get some warm towels for the kittens and food and water for the mom." She went to the kitchen and got bowls. Eobard slipped from his chair when they both left and sat there, petting his cat, listening to her labored breathing. Barry and Nira came back over and brought everything they needed.

"Two fucking weeks, my ass!" He snapped, rubbing Loki's cheeks and soothing her.

"She looks about nine weeks." Nira spoke, lifting her leg to check, but Loki shoved her head down and kept licking herself.

"She's probably going to keep doing that until they are born." Eobard wiped his nose with the sleeve of his black shirt. Barry knelt closer as something greenish bubbled from her, then a kitten slipped out. Loki started licking it.

"Don't touch it!" Eobard slapped Barry's curious hand away. He gasped slightly, but didn't say anything else.

"It's the amniotic sac and we are not supposed to touch it, only in the case that she can't get it open, but look." Eobard watched as a pale kitten mewled and felt around blindly around, freed from the sac and Loki licked it all over until kitten fluff started to stick up on its chest and head.

"It's white." Barry smiled and looked at it, the kitten latched onto Loki and started drinking its mother's milk.

"It's grey…see, there's stripes on its leg." Nira smiled, but then they all paused when the next kitten came. The second one was completely black, but it had a white spot on its chest. Loki licked this one just as much as the first and then it had latched as well. She started licking both of them and then a third one appeared. The sac looked different, darker, and Eobard watched Loki intently, but she made no move to lick it. He reached forward and gently pulled the wet blob away and cut it open with his finger. Barry made a disgruntled sound, slightly bothered by the sight, but the doctor placed the tiny kitten in a towel. It was half the size of the others.

"Oh God…he's dead Oh no….no no no…" Eobard's voice rose with panic as he gently rubbed the still kitten between his hands and Nira asked to see him.

"Here, wait…" Her hands closed around the kitten and started to glow purple and gold.

"Wh….what?" Eobard's face paled, tears blurring his vision, but he watched her hands open slightly and the kitten started to shake. Eobard carefully pulled it back and rubbed gentle circles over its back. Then a shrill sound left the tiny kitten and Loki started to meow loudly at him.

"Oh God…its…he's alive." Eobard quickly pressed the runt against Loki's belly and she started licking it furiously.

"I think that's all of them." Nira spoke, but then another one appeared. Loki cleaned that one off and it was huge. The biggest kitten shoved its way to the middle and Eobard placed the runt beside the farther nipples so it could eat without getting hurt. They left the mom and her new kittens in the corner of the closet and made it back out to the living room.

"I can't believe what you can do…" He stammered, pulling Nira into a hug and crushed her against his chest. Barry blushed as smiled behind him.

"You saved my little family." Eobard thanked her over and over.

"It's…it's not that difficult, I mean for me I guess. Not every meta-human from the explosion is a bad one." She smiled and nervously pulled away, surprised by how quickly Eobard squished her against him. Barry leaned and hugged her, but a lot less forcefully than Eobard had. Eobard's eyes widened when Barry pulled him off the floor in his arms and placed him in the chair. Heat dusted his face when Nira chuckled at him. He didn't like looking weak, but she seemed to find it funny and cute how much Barry did for him. Barry excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Nira turned and stared at Eobard.

"Maybe I could help you too." She smiled carefully and reached towards his knee. He pulled the handle and tried to move away from her, but then he felt something inside him fill with heat and life. As if an ocean filled his desert and his mouth was always dry with need of something, but he hadn't figured it out. His mouth dropped open and her other hand pressed to his temple and he clamped a hand around her arm, but she stayed in place. Eobard saw vivid streams of purple and gold flooding his vision and tears blurred his eyes, but he could feel something almost rage-like explode from his very cells, as if they'd been ignited with the power of the lightning. He jerked back and fell out of his chair, his eyes widened and the room flooded with blinding burning red.

"What the fuck have you done to me?!" He screamed, holding his hands up as lightning pulled off of them in arcs and buzzed thickly across his shoulders. His clothes were burning off in front of him and he fumbled for something in his chair and growled when something luminescent blue emptied into his artery by his own hand. He gasped and blinked, his eyes fading back to blue and he stared at his hands and the lightning absorbed back into them like a sponge.

"Y…You're a meta-human too, aren't you?" Nira gasped and apologized profusely to him then left quickly out the door.

Eobard laid in the middle of the floor naked and aching with raw heat. He had never felt that way before. It was like his body was exploding from the inside out and it kind of had. He panted and rubbed his face, trying to hide his terror. So many things were happening and he didn't know exactly where he stood in all of this anymore. He managed to pull himself off the floor and toss the remains of his clothes under the bed and fumbled for a clean pair of briefs and curled up in his bed, distraught and pissed.

"Everything alright?" Barry came in, watching him closely, "You sound like you're upset by something."

"I'm fine." He seethed while pulling the Pink Floyd shirt over his head, apparently Barry hadn't heard what had happened to him in the other room. His voice hadn't been as loud as he imagined. He looked across the room at Barry, his vision blurring red; he quickly rubbed his eyes and they were burning. He made sure they weren't glowing the next time he looked and Barry was climbing in bed beside him. The young speedster curled up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He felt his hands slip beneath the grey hemline of his underwear.

"Barry…I'm not really in the mood right now." He snapped, startling Barry. The speedster pulled away from him and he felt a weight leave the bedside. Eobard shifted and glared at Barry, he looked all dejected and pitiful in the corner of the room, uncertain where to go.

"Get over here." Eobard patted the spot in front of him and Barry nervously shook his head back and forth, tears welling in his eyes.

I have to go home." He stammered and went through the door in a flash of golden yellow.

I thought this was your home… Something inside Eobard snapped when the trail of gold left a thin line of light on the horizon.

Eobard snarled and red light exploded around him and he stormed outside, clad in yellow. He turned his foot and started running, but something was horribly wrong. His lightning was almost like something organic and it pushed around him, flowing almost inside of him instead of coming off of him. He kept going, but then mirror images of himself showed on both sides of him, he pushed harder, angry at Barry for refusing him. He shouted he broke 700 miles per hour and broke the sound barrier, then light exploded around him, red light blasted around him, shielding him from harm as the light barrier shattered around him… He roared as he past 670,000,000 miles, the time barrier broke around him. He could see fragments of lives around him billow around. He hadn't meant to run as fast as he did…

He hadn't run this fast in fifteen years…

Eobard kept moving, he couldn't get distracted by all the memories and past, present, and future lives he had in other worlds, dimensions. He sifted through the white fog, it was his least favorite part of time traveling. He longer needed a time machine to get back, but he didn't trust what Nira did to him. Her powers could have mutated his cells further. He closed his eyes as he reached the speedforce. It glowed ominously around him, sparkles of gold, orange, and red sifted through. He could see every particle, they pulled at him, almost like something that was capable of love. He saw a blue arc of light ebb off of the mainstream one. Other tones and colors were there, but it was predominantly gold in color. He stilled and pushed himself forward, as if he were moving through water. He pushed his legs forward and sucked in a sob. He didn't want to get trapped in here, that would be the end of him and Barry. He considered that as he glanced around and saw him, memories of him around fleeted by. He saw Barry laughing at the table and then when they were at the movies. Other memories from other universes came too, he could see Barry kissing someone that looked like him, but he knew it wasn't. Maybe it was the real Harrison Wells. Was Barry destined to love him, no matter what the soul within him was? Eobard pushed his legs harder, lighting scored his ankles as he fought the speedforce's natural flow.

He was the reverse after all…

He glanced up and saw a huge trail of red arc up as the speedforce glowing and then he felt a shock through his system. It recognized him and then it glowed around him, the energy around him started glowing red and pink in some places. He felt an almost motherly love blast around him, the speedforce filtered through him and felt like a lifetime had gone by. He wept as golden flecks dusted past him. He wasn't sad, but the raw feeling of the moment had completely taken him. He glanced up and saw him and a woman. He didn't need to guess that it was Barry's soul in that body that he loved. He saw the brunette girl run as gold flicked at her heels and red light was not far behind her, laughing. He wore his own skin in this memory.

"Am I destined to be with him?" He asked, knowing he wouldn't get a response, but he watched other memories flow past and Barry looked exactly how he did in this life, but he was kissing a woman with dark hair and glowing red eyes. They were laughing…

Eobard felt the weight of eternity push at him as he wiped more tears away. The weight of everything was here, in front of him. Other Reverse Flashes went by and so did other Flashes and they were a constant pull, in every lifetime they managed to find each other. It didn't matter what body they were in, but in almost every one, they were together. He saw one where Barry was holding him, screaming. He stared. His suit looked different and the other Barry in the image was shaking him. Love wasn't in every timeline. It didn't take long for Eobard to see himself killing Barry either, a simple hand being shoved through his chest. They were older and grayed at the temples, but he knew it was both of them beneath the masks.

He stumbled to the floor and looked around helplessly, desperate to leave. A sob wracked his body as he cried. He needed Barry, he needed to show him who he really was and take him here, if he could ever get out of this place. He looked around and stumbled upright, but barely. He inhaled sharply and tried to run again, gold light ebbed against him and shifted to crimson once it touched him. He ran faster, the gravity of all the light in the speedforce had started to ripple around. It pulled at him and he hissed and ran with all his might. Eobard growled as the light started to burn at his skin. He felt the time barrier ripple again, no matter how long it had been, it was a feeling he'd never forget. He pushed himself harder and then felt the purple glow speckle around him then aquamarine light bent around in a circular pattern and he saw daylight, on Earth. His eyes widened and he slipped and lost his balance, tearing himself up on the pavement and tumbled to a stop. He panted and wiped sweat off his forehead and stumbled forward, looking for Barry.

How long had he been in there?

He paused and saw a familiar face in the distance, people were walking around the city. He glanced up and saw the silver edges of the future winding around the buildings.

"No fucking way…" He moved forward and saw her.

"Amanda?" He managed to let the name he thought he'd forgotten fall from his lips. She looked over, her dark eyes narrowing and pulled a child close to her. Eobard stared dumbfounded as he struggled to see the child's face.

She wasn't his…He…wasn't his. He remembered his daughter's face, but this wasn't…she had a son.

Eobard swallowed thickly and saw a man grab Amanda's hand and pull her away like he was protecting them.

"Holy shit…" He mouthed as he struggled to figure out what timeline he was in. He looked around and saw a bunch of people staring at him.

"It's Harrison Wells!" A young woman shouted and they were cheering. Eobard blushed and stalked away quickly, horribly confused and anger started to rise within him.

"What the fuck is happening, how badly have I ruined things?" He lost his footing and pushed himself forward, red lighting pulsed at his arms and legs. He stomped on the brakes as he made it in front of what he thought was his house. He placed his hands on the door and vibrated it until the seam popped open. He stood in the doorway and stumbled, a tower of Legos fell over, spilling out on the floor. He crunched past them and stared in awe at how different everything looked. He stiffened when he saw a little girl in the corner. She had red auburn hair… He stared, uncertain if something was going to get ruined even further if she saw him.

"Daddy!" She shouted when she turned. Her eyes looked exactly like Barry's… Purple light ebbed off of her in waves as she ran and wrapped her little arms around his waist.

"I'm so glad you're back!" She cheered and all he could do was stare through the haze of emotion.

He had a daughter?

He looked around and stared down at her, her face was filled with little freckles that resembled stardust on her nose and cheeks. Those haunting green eyes of the Allen family.

"Dad is in the other room, come say hi he missed you!" She squealed in delight and pushed him forward with the speedforce. He gasped when little flickers of purple lighting danced around his heels and she ran to the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice. He saw him…

"Barry…?" He managed, his voice tight in his throat as he recognized that lean frame that was remarkably Barry Allen.

"Nora…you need to finish getting ready for school alright? Jesse is taking you today so go and make sure she's ready." Barry spoke and turned around.

Eobard stiffened…this Barry looked exactly like the one he knew, fought, hated…but there was something he wasn't used to seeing in his eyes at this age….love?

He backed up slightly as the little girl named Nora ran past him, hugging him and in a purple wave of light, she was upstairs somewhere.

"I…I'm back." He managed, scared of messing up what was happening here too.

"I know, Nora told me, did you take your gout medicine?" Barry snatched a prescription bottle off the counter and handed him a little green pill. Eobard ate it quickly, trying to keep up whatever guise he'd managed to hold on to. He felt his metabolism burn up the pill in seconds.

"Why are you wearing that now? You know that's only for special occasions." Barry smiled and touched the front of his suit and pulled the cowl down.

"Harry, are you alright?" Barry tilted his head and rubbed his thumb over his cheeks. Eobard's eyes widened as he saw a ring on Barry's middle finger, it was a platinum blue ring. He saw how something inside of it started to glow, as if there was some kind of liquid inside of it. Eobard blushed and stared as Nora ran around the room and Barry shot after her in a flash of gold and he lifted her up, she giggled and was scooped up. He looked and saw a woman closer to Barry's age come down the stairs and she had brown hair.

Was this his wife or something?

His eyes widened when she leaned in and kissed his cheek and hugged him.

"Bye daddy…I'll see you guys tonight." She said quickly and grabbed Nora's hand and headed out the door. He stared blankly at the floor, but then the door opened and a daisy was pressed into his palm by a tiny hand he had quickly grown fond of. He felt the door close and then wiped his tears. This was all becoming too much too quickly. He pressed his palms to his forehead and wandered around the living room that was occupied by a gigantic Barbie house. He groaned and rubbed his temples with his black gloved hands.

"Are you alright?" Barry moved closer, concern filling his voice and he held a rather chubby white cat to his chest. Eobard looked down and his eyes widened. He just remembered that cat being born….almost minutes ago…

He turned away quickly and crossed his arms. He didn't know what to say…what could he say. Barry set the cat down and turned his shoulder around.

"Sit, here…I'll get you some decent clothes alright?" Barry smiled warmly while Eobard stared at him. His shoulders had gotten broader, but he had thin wrinkle lines by the corners of his mouth, probably from smiling..a lot. He watched Barry's face look odd, like he was puzzled.

"Umm, why don't you come up to bed and I will get your favorite drink." Barry seemed slightly out of sorts and rushed him upstairs. Eobard recognized the layout, but there were deep mahogany curtains and the room was completely different from how he had it. There was almost no expensive vases anymore. He looked over and saw squished up little coiled vases along the windowpane. He had no doubts, when he lifted one it read Nora in all capitals and the 'S' was backwards on two of them, no doubt she had written them herself and the thought made him smile. He heard the front door open and started for the doorknob to see, but then Barry rushed forward and pulled him from the mahogany room to one that was decorated in black and white colors.

"What are you doing?!" He snapped, trying to keep control of himself, it was easy for him to get angry with this Barry, because he looked like the one that he kind of still thought he hated.

"Here..." Barry smiled and pressed a drink to his hand and it was this weird purplish brown color. He sniffed and jerked his head back slightly.

"I'll be right back." Barry smiled and went down the hall and his face went pale. Harrison was at the door.

"Harry?" Barry stilled and pressed the cup to his hands quickly, terrified of spilling it everywhere from his shaking hands. Harrison thanked him and drank a huge gulp of it and then leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. Barry watched him go upstairs and he nervously stared at the door on the other side. He could hear the shower start up and Harry was getting himself cleaned up from his travel to Starling City.

"Har…." Barry fumbled with the knob and closed the door behind him and the stranger in his house turned around, clad in yellow. He looked up at Barry, blue eyes wide and curious, but full of wariness.

"Oh God…" Barry's voice broke and he dropped to the floor on his knees.

"Wh…what?" Eobard leaned down and grabbed at his hands, but Barry slapped feverishly away at him.

"You can't be…" He sobbed, "Not after everything….how?!" Barry slammed his fists into the carpet, almost burning little holes where his hands had hit them. He stood up quickly and grabbed the hem of his collar and shook him…violently. Eobard growled and Barry pulled him up, making him blush.

"Hnnn…" Eobard attempted to break free, but this Barry was stronger…much stronger than the one he knew and loved…loved?

"This…" Barry dropped his collar and he fell against the edge of the bed with a grunt. Eobard could only stare while Barry tore through the closet and threw things. He finally pulled out a small silver box and threw a faded black shirt at him.

"After so many years…" Barry fumed, paper cards were thrown at his face and he managed to grab one and he saw they were from a Taylor Swift concert for 2016.

"Fuck you…I can't…." Barry turned and slapped him. Eobard seethed, but he was still in so much shock when he saw the Pink Floyd shirt barely held together at the seams by his shoes. Barry snatched something off the floor and held it in front of his face. He knew that design from anywhere.

"You…you gave this to me before you died!" Barry cried and held up the same ring Eobard had on his middle finger. His jaw dropped and then Barry slapped him again, the speedforce crackled and shocked his cheek, marring it red.

"Wh…I died?" He stammered and Barry fell apart in front of him and wept. Eobard turned and Barry hit him again…hard.

Eobard growled as Barry slapped furiously at him, gold flickers were in the movements and Eobard wasn't fast enough to stop them.

"I didn't! I'm fucking here!" He snarled, red bursting into his vision. Barry grabbed his face and kissed him, and bit down on his lip.

"Ffffuckkk…" Eobard mumbled as Barry shoved him onto the bed. His eyes widened and Barry vibrated and his clothes slipped to the floor.

"You taught me that." He sighed and pressed a shaking hand to his chest and climbed on top of him.

"Eobard…" He whimpered softly and kissed his hands, doting on each pad of his finger. Barry reached forward and unzipped the suit. He gasped when he saw it.

"This…." Barry sobbed and pressed his face into the prism and faded rainbow on the band shirt. It was still black. Barry leaned and grabbed his off the floor and pulled it on. Eobard looked at it, the pale fabric was worn thin and straining to stay intact.

"Nora kept taking it, she liked the rainbow so I had to hide it and pretend it fell apart in the washer." Barry admitted, absentmindedly rubbing the material on Eobard's shirt.

"Where did you come from? I mean…how did you get here?" Barry asked, petting his chest like he was a pet cat or something.

"I…" He paused.

"I forgave you a long time ago for what you did Eobard…Thawne." Barry quickly added. Eobard's face turned and he blushed at the use of his real name.

"I haven't called you that yet, have I?" Barry dug his hand in his hair and rubbed it the opposite way.

"I will forgive Eobard, don't worry about that. It'll hurt, but it won't be as awful….as losing you." He sobbed and wrapped his arms around his neck and cried harder.

"I'm sorry…" Eobard mumbled against Barry's cheek.

"You can't let Eddie shoot himself and be a hero." Barry pulled at the collar of his shirt.

"And you can't kill Cisco either." Barry mumbled, making his features look befuddled.

"You can't…because…" Barry paused, "I can't tell you everything that's happened, but we need him. He's the only one that was able to help us." Barry's green eyes softened as he slipped his hand beneath his shirt.

"I…How old am I where you're from?" He asked.

"Twenty-five." Eobard watched him as his eyes faded back to blue.

"No!" Barry dug his nails into his chest beneath the shirt until Eobard hissed and his eyes glowed red again.

"Stop that!" He seethed, but Barry was pulling off his clothes at a speed he hadn't quite calculated.

"Barry…what are you doing, this is going to fuck up everything, knock it off!" Eobard swung his hand out with red lines of light, but Barry dodged it with his traditional golden yellow.

"I'm faster than you right now…" Barry sat down firmly on his hips and moved forward quickly.

"Hff..Barry…st..stop it." He groaned and then Barry ground his hips down hard and took his length with both hands and moved them…fast.

Eobard bucked and jerked himself back, but Barry grabbed his legs and lifted them over his head, then captured his wrists in his fists and pressed hard against him.

"B…Barry, Jesus Christ…" He winced when Barry pushed inside of him.

"Oh God…Oh God Eobard." Barry moaned and shoved him harder into the mattress. Eobard was about to say something, but then time slowed to an almost stop as Barry fucked him with his own speed. Tears splashed against his face that weren't his own and all he could do was hold on, his hands encircled around this older Barry's neck and he grunted with each push the speedster gave. His eyes were almost luminescent with gold when he stared at him. Barry slammed his hips forward, taking Eobard by surprise with his fierceness. Barry's fists tore at him, yanking in his hair and pulling roughly between his legs. Eobard felt this deep burn and he knew exactly what was coming, but then Barry pulled out, he shaft was half hard and Eobard figured quickly what was dripping down his thighs was probably the remnants of Barry's climax. Barry shoved his knee up, widened his thighs and grabbed Eobard's hard length and sat down on him in one quick movement that left the man beneath him shaking.

"Hnnn…God." Eobard managed, but Barry quickly covered his mouth with both of his hands.

"God, you're so loud….I miss that, I miss everything." He whimpered and rode his lap hard. Eobard gave in and sucked his palm and closed his eyes, panting softly between his fingers. Barry lifted his hips and Eobard wrapped his hands around his back and started drilling him.

"Oh God…" Barry rubbed his face hard against his, skin burning against skin. Static electricity sizzled over his skin, gold in color.

"Fuck.." Barry panted harshly and rode him harder, shoving his body slightly up the bedspread with his sharp movements.

"Fuck Barry." He mumbled against his hands as his older counterpart rode him like he was trying to break a stallion. Barry's mouth widened and he fumbled at Eobard's face and kissed him hard, his mouth widening and sucking greedily at him, as if he were trying to steal his life force.

"Eobard…Eobard…God…hnnnn." Barry cried out as his core tighten around Eobard in quick bursts. Eobard fell apart beneath him when Barry started vibrating, shaking the bed, but some kind pulley system beneath it kept the vibrations from reaching the floor. Eobard let out some kind of strangled sound as he bared his teeth at him, growling and slamming himself deeper inside of him. The speedforce danced around them, as if celebrating their reunion.

"Eobard…God." Barry sucked spots against his neck and bit down on his hard, almost breaking skin, but he managed to hold back enough to slap his cheek.

"Fuck…" He hissed as Barry bounced on his lap. He stared at his length disappearing inside him and sucked in his lip. He stared when streams of white decorated Barry's stomach. He gently pulled himself off and Eobard looked up in surprise at the sudden loss of his body heat. Before he could protest, Barry was down between his legs and sucking him in. Eobard shuddered and thrashed, but a firm yet gentle hand on his hip kept him steady. Barry's head went all the fucking way down. Eobard gritted his teeth and slammed his eyes shut and chewed the collar of the shirt.

Barry clearly had learned new skills… His mouth went all the way down and then he swallowed him, making Eobard shake and snap his hips forward without realizing it, but Barry took everything…every single drop. He pulled back and pressed his teeth against the underside and sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. Eobard shook and pulled away quickly, attempting to pull away, this was all too much for him to handle and he was pretty sure he was bleeding in a few places.

"Barry…" He panted, but Barry was leaning forward and rubbing his cheek against his.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I can't…I can't do that with Harry. Only…only you." He whimpered and covered Eobard with his body.

"I love you Eobard…God I've always loved you." Barry rubbed his face into his neck and sucked on the twin moles on his neck.

"I…I don't wanna die." Eobard winced.

"You won't!" Barry's hands grabbed nervously at his face and pulled him flush against his chest, their shirts rubbing together.

"If you follow my instructions… you won't, I promise." He rubbed his cheeks with his hands and rose from the bed. Eobard sat up and winced, grabbing at his stomach. He'd never been fucked so hard in his life, not with true speed. He felt a pillow get shoved underneath him.

"Here…" Barry leaned forward and pushed something cold inside of him.

"What the hell is that?!" He snapped, but then Barry's hand closed around his shaft and he coated him with something cold there too.

"It's medicine, well kind of…" Barry smiled and grabbed a sweater from the closet ad pulled it on.

"Harry made it." He smiled.

"I take it when you say Harry, you mean Harrison Wells, don't you…and why does he need to make something that you can't use with him because he's human?" Eobard watched him with interest.

"Harry likes it rough, so I give that to him, but not very often. His marks don't fade as quickly." Barry kissed his cheek and set a pair of grey slacks and a white dress shirt on the bed.

"Hurry, get dressed." Barry squealed in delight, like a child on Christmas. Eobard already felt his body healing when he scooted to the edge of the bed and yanked the pants on. He shoved his hands through the sleeves and Barry ran up and buttoned them a little too quickly.

"Come on…" He grabbed his hand and jerked him downstairs. Eobard could hear sounds in the kitchen and he saw Harrison standing by the fridge.

"Harry…sweetie, I have something to show you." Barry pulled Eobard closer, his face flushing with embarrassment and shame. It was weird looking at him, almost like a mirror, but there were subtle differences. Harrison wore his hair swept back and in a rather disheveled state while the sides of his head were trimmed a bit shorter. Harrison's eyes were a slightly darker blue as he slipped off his glasses and moved closer to inspect Eobard.

"How do you know this is him?" His voice was low and venomous.

"Show him." Barry nudged his arm and Eobard concentrated and his eyes pulsed to red with the speedforce.

"Enough." Harrison held up a hand, making Eobard drain of energy as he watched him nervously. He felt guilt wash over him when he recalled killing him on that night in the middle of the road a year before the particle accelerator explosion.

Eobard stopped asking himself questions a long time ago…

Harrison stepped closer and placed a hand on his cheek and turned his chin to the left and narrowed his eyes. A deep purple bite mark was on the side of his neck.

"You fucked him, didn't you Bear?" He stated more than asked.

"Y..yeah." Barry admitted, going red in the face.

"I'm not mad…probably would have done the same in your situation." He furrowed his brow and placed his thick frames back on the bridge of his nose,

"How much does he know?"

"He knows he didn't make it." Barry squeezed his hand.

"Hmm…" Harrison shut the fridge with a slam and made his way towards the bookshelf. His black dress shirt looked stark against his pale skin. Eobard watched him with interest.

"You come from 2151, yes?" Harrison spoke quickly and had a business-like edge to it.

"Yes…but I don't…" He paused, Harrison looked up at him from his glasses.

"I don't want to go back." he mumbled.

"You don't have a choice…" Harrison placed his hands on his hips and stalked forward, his eyes narrowing.

"You're already here...in 2025, at least." He smiled, but it was cold.

"I…have a feeling you're not very fond of me, are you?" Eobard snapped, his eyes igniting again.

"Oh don't you fucking dare stare at me with those eyes!" Harrison hissed, making Barry wince and hide his hands in front of him like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

"I've seen it all…done it all!" Harrison growled, just as furiously.

"Zoom…ruined so much for me, took MY daughter, ruined MY life!" He yelled and stared right back at Eobard.

"You probably don't know him yet…But trust me, he'll take what you love most!" Harrison retorted and crossed his arms.

"So what happened, the time machine didn't work out for you?" He scoffed.

"I hurt Barry…" He fought to keep control of his voice, but Barry was rubbing tentative little circles against the inside of his wrist.

Harrison POV

"So are you leaving with him?" Harrison glared at Barry.

"Fuck you Harry…" Barry pulled away from both of them.

"You don't understand to have the love of your life ripped away from you and then nothing….nothing for a year and then you came along." Barry was losing it too.

"I just look like him, huh?" Harrison felt rage, regret, and sadness all wrap together and hurt him.

"After everything we've done…everything that's happened between us?" Harrison felt angry tears in his face, but he refused to let them fall, he never cried…ever.

"No!" Barry stomped his foot down, "I love both of you and you are very different people, but I love you for very different things, but you do look alike…I get that."

"Look alike?!" Harrison laughed bitterly, he didn't trust Eobard at all.

"You killed me." He shoved Eobard, but the speedster hadn't moved very far.

"You killed my Earth 1 doppelganger and I don't know how you showed up or what time fragment you wandered in from, but I don't want you…tearing apart MY family and what I've built." He snapped.

"Harry, calm down, Jesus…please, just relax, he's not Zoom or anything." Barry moved closer and made a notion to calm Harrison by rubbing his arms roughly and he leaned his forehead against his shoulder.

"Barry…You're in so much shit right now, I don't even want to talk about it right now. He isn't staying, he's got some other you to go back to… don't you?" Harrison looked over at him.

Eobard nodded.

"Is….is he him?" Harrison yanked Barry's arms and spun him around quickly.

"Yes…that's the same Barry, just…just older." Eobard mumbled.

"So I guess it's technically not cheating." Harrison let Barry go and flipped through the book he got off the shelf, leaving the room with a book in his hand.

Eobard POV

"Bit of a dick, isn't he?" Eobard scoffed and a little chuckle left Barry.

"Yeah, but that's where you two are totally different." Barry smiled softly to himself.

"I wonder….I kind of wonder what it'd be like to have both of you." Barry chewed his lip.

"I'm not going anywhere near that basket case." Eobard snorted.

"I…just once?" Barry whined and pleaded against Eobard's arm. He was a complete sucker for those puppy eyes.

"I'll try, but you have to convince his ass." Eobard grumbled.

"The time barrier…you broke it, didn't you…when you came through?" Barry asked.

"Yeah." He paused.

"So, you have your speed again, don't you?" Barry smiled.

"I think so…" Eobard watched him with a curious expression.

"Then I think you will make it…I mean…make it back to us. This is your family just as much as it is his." Barry hugged him.

"Is…Nora?" He paused and looked at Barry with watering eyes.

"She's mine." Barry smiled, "I can't say everything, but she is a meta-human because of me."

"I… I love her." Eobard admitted.

"I know… You've just met her, but I know you…You'll love her forever, won't you?" Barry wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard.

"I promise…I'll try, maybe it'll work out and he can…relax after that. Maybe not be so pent up." Barry smiled and sat him down on the couch and handed him the remote.

He just stared at the blank TV…

Harrison POV

"What Barry?" He pouted as his head rested on his chin and he kept reading without looking at his face.

"I'm sorry…I…it just got to me, seeing him and everything." Barry scooted closer, desperate to please him.

"You have a lot of fucking making up to do…Bear." Harrison yanked his hair and Barry gasped and leaned into the abuse.

"Good, so go get something to eat, you'll need all the calories you can get and pick Nora up at one thirty for her doctor's appointment. Make sure she gets the vaccine, don't let her outrun you and don't fill her with frozen yogurt like last time, alright?" He spoke.

"I…I got it, no spoiling, what about Jamba Juice, can I get her that?" Barry smiled hopefully.

"Yeah...but don't spoil her dinner and make sure you get something for Jesse too. All these speedsters and calories… I lose count." He chuckled and Barry leaned in and kissed him. He felt Barry's mouth widen and lick at his upper lip, but Harrison refused him more intimacy.

"Get going…" He snapped and Barry hugged him, knowing he'd pay for it later. Seconds later Barry was out the door. Harrison set the book down and went to his office and grabbed some things off the shelf and he started tinkering with the old device he used to sap Barry's speedforce. He grumbled and flipped out the centerpiece and pulled out the little core reactor. Footsteps alerted him on another presence.

"Can I help you?" He snapped.

"Why do you hate me so much, you don't even know me." Eobard watched him mess around with small metal parts of different devices laid out on his desk.

"I…I don't appreciate you coming in and acting like you're part of my family, when you clearly are a part of Barry's…not mine." He scoffed.

"I…I am whether you like it or not." Eobard hissed. Harrison narrowed his eyes and threw the outer shell of the device at him with a small pop sound as it rolled off his shirt.

"I'm done with speedsters." He growled.

"Yeah?" Eobard's hands were on his shoulders, "You have a daughter that can run, and did you forget that you married one?!" He shoved everything off his desk and Harrison rose angrily.

"I'm trying to fucking help you…get the hell out of here!" Harrison shot back. Eobard knocked the device from his hands with a flicker of red and shoved him against the desk with a slam. Harrison's eyes widened and he went pale and wore a vacant look in his eyes.

Zoom…He couldn't stop thinking about it lately, even though it was over. He still had night terrors from it when Barry stayed at the precinct late and he was alone in their bed. That pain…all those shattered memories.

Eobard's hands loosened and he straightened his silver and blue tie.

"I'm sorry." Eobard paused. Just then, life ebbed back into his features and he hauled off and punched him in the side of the head. Eobard dropped him and hit him back. Harrison growled and lifted his legs up and tumbled off the desk. Eobard was right there on the floor with him, pinning his hands to the smooth carpet.

"What the hell…Eobard…" He seethed at him.

"You need to calm the fuck down…boy you got a lotta rage in you and believe me, I know what that's like, but you need to do something about it." Eobard didn't loosen his grip because he knew that this doppelganger was no pushover like the one he'd killed.

"Barry needs us to work together." Eobard managed, panting against the side of his face. Harrison gave up and dropped his head against the carpet with a resounding thud.

"He holds back….with me." He admitted. He didn't care anymore about appearances anymore, the man looked exactly like him and he didn't know who else he could trust with something like this. He didn't really have very many friends that knew about the incident and what really happened to him.

"I wouldn't." Eobard looked down at him, watching his face flush scarlet.

"Don't…don't talk to me like that." He grumbled and turned his face away, knocking his glasses askew.

"I'm curious…to see if we are….exactly alike." Eobard paused and Harrison felt a hand press against his stomach.

"N..no…knock it off." Harrison snapped and attempted to push him off, but he didn't budge.

"Barry told me you like it rough, how…what does that mean to you?" He leaned closer and Harrison started breathing hard.

"It's…it's not like that. I'm not forceful or anything like that." Harrison mumbled. Eobard leaned closer and pressed his fingernails through his dark shirt, eliciting a gasp from him.

"Stop it!" Harrison growled, tensing against him, but he felt the darker part of him win…he was already getting firm in his pants, but he tried to hide it.

"I feel that…You…and I aren't a little big to hide…huh?" He chuckled. Harrison could only nod and Eobard gently let him go. Harrison pulled himself up and looked at Eobard and then hit him in the face.

"What the fuck?!" Eobard covered his bleeding nose, "I thought this was a truce?!"

"I don't make truces with rapists." Harrison snapped.

"I wasn't….Jesus." He rubbed his nose, "It's Barry's idea…to…the three of us." He admitted.

Harrison's eyes narrowed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Nothing should change in your timeline while you are here. It'll be like a state of limbo and time will not pass in your timeline until you return, but what you do here…will affect your timeline when you get back." Harrison stated. He wiped off his pants and dusted off his shirt.

"I hate messes." He scoffed and went into the living room and started picking up Legos off the floor. He then picked up a pink couch and placed it back into the dollhouse.

"Oh no…You're one of those anal weird guys that cleans everything aren't you?" Eobard made a face.

"So what?" He snapped and snatched up more dolls off the floor and placed them in the house, one on the couch and the other in a bed. He even pulled the tiny blanket over the doll with pink hair.

"That's so cute." Eobard smiled, his hand on his chin while he watched him. Harrison felt blush creeping up his neck as he picked up the rest of the items and put them in the right places in the dollhouse.

"Stop staring at me like that." He turned and glared.

"I see why he likes you too." Eobard's smile grew wider, "Yeah…definitely."

"Go away and let me finish this on my own." He grumbled, but then thick bolts of red caught him by surprise and in the blink of an eye, everything was off the floor and the dishes were cleared off every surface in the room.

"You're such a cheater…just like Barry." He huffed and rose off the floor.

"And you….really need a good fuck." Eobard smiled again, making him blush and turn away.

"What's your poison?" He moved, following Harrison through the kitchen.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He lied as he put the dishes in the dishwasher.

"Bondage?" He stared hard at him while Harrison frowned, "No…so shut up."

"I bet it's spanking…no, asphyxiation." He smiled wider, "I did that to Barry once and he fucking fell over on the floor when I did it too." Harrison's face went completely red as he tried to ignore his words. Images and blurred through his thoughts and he tried to blink them away.

"He fucking came undone." Eobard whispered in his ear, leaning behind him. Harrison turned around with a frying pan clutched in his hands.

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped.

"I could do it…for you, little pent up aren't you?" He smiled devilishly.

"Fuck's sake!" Harrison tossed the frying pan at him and he ducked his head and missed.

"You have no say with what my husband and I do in my own house, and it's none of your business." He puffed his cheeks.

Eobard felt some recognition in the way his cheeks puffed out, exactly like his young Barry. Harrison acted like him when his guard was down.

"You're so cute Harry." He smiled, making Harrison blush harder and get even more flustered. He wasn't going to allow himself to get talked into doing something that would fuck up everything he'd managed to fix in his life. Eobard moved closer and snatched his tie before hi could react.

"Look how fucking angry you are…Fuck… you make this so…fun." He grinned. Harrison struggled, but the necktie he wore started to burn against his skin through the shirt, tightening with each inch he attempted to fight.

"If you don't want this…I dare you to say no." The older speedster gripped his tie harder, forcing a choked sound from him, he snorted hard through his nose and closed his eyes, but said nothing. He felt a hand dig into his hair and warm lips pressed hard against him, a mewl escaped him as his hair was pulled sharply, banging his head against the side of the wall. He moaned against Eobard's rough kiss that was more teeth than tongue. He visibly shook and grabbed the front of his own shirt that Eobard wore. He shifted his face away from his and hid it inside the crook of his arm. Just when he thought he'd managed to escape the embarrassment, he felt teeth snap down against the delicate skin on his neck. He cried out and thrashed against him.

"No!" He panted and shoved Eobard away, "I can't…just…just stop…no….No, I said it….alright, so leave me alone." He stammered and grabbed something from the freezer and slammed his office door shut.

"Fuck….fuck…." He whined and unzipped his pants and pressed the bag of frozen fruit to his boxer briefs.

"Oh God…" He squished his cheek against the desk and sighed, pooling against it. What had happened in the course of a single evening was completely turning his world upside down.

He hated the fact that Barry held back in the bedroom, it was the reason why he was so pent up all the time…Because he knew exactly what a speedster was capable of, not the best way possible to find out, but nonetheless he knew one way or another. He felt the throbbing in his pants lessen and he let his hand go of the bag and dropped it to the floor, his hand hanging loosely. He wiped what could have been considered a tear, but he'd fight the fact of him crying to the grave. He grabbed the parts off the floor and placed the ones he needed in a box and zipped his pants back up. He opened the door and he could hear voices.

"Oh thank God…." He whispered before greeting Jesse, Nora, and Barry. No trace of their earlier argument was seen. Nora waved a Jamba Juice cup in her hand and ran up to hug him.

"I love you sweet pea." He smiled and Jesse ran up to hug him too. Their bond was stronger than the average family, especially after everything they went through. Eobard walked through and sat at the table like he belonged there. Harrison's eyes widened and Jesse's jaw dropped.

"I have three daddies?!" Nora squealed and ran up to hug Eobard and then proceeded to crawl into his lap.

"His name is Eobard, not daddy and…he is only staying for a night until he can return back to his timeline." Harrison scoffed as he set plates on the table.

"I like him too." She whined, pressing their faces together.

"I like you too Nora." He pretended to chomp her finger and she broke into a fit of giggles. Harrison scowled as he dumped vegetables onto his plate and then dumped the most on their guest's plate.

"Eww…" Eobard scoffed at his helping of steamed vegetables. Nora was busting up with laughter.

"Eat yours too Nora, you need to keep up that metabolism. He served the others and Barry smiled at the steaks. They were all gullible for those. It was Harrison's idea to move to Earth 1, because he wanted nothing to remind him about the past and eventually he would take over S.T.A.R. Labs and blame all of Eobard's fuck ups on Hannibal Bates. They ate with chatter all over the table and nothing was left over from having such a quantity of speedsters to feed. Harrison would say he'd done well in the art of feeding meta-humans with tanks for stomachs. After the onslaught of dinner, he quickly started clearing plates, the messes always made him anxious if he didn't manage them soon enough. Everyone left him alone to do it because most of the time he'd argue how they were doing it wrong. He reached for a plate and knocked it off by accident. A small hiss left him, but there was no shatter sound.

"Drop something?" Eobard held the plate in his hands and twirled it slightly. Harrison tenderly took it and went back towards the dishwasher.

"Stop doing that." He huffed.

"I know what to do for you." Eobard spoke in a lower register so only he could hear.

"I could fuck all that tension right out of you." He purred and brushed his lips against an exposed part of the back of Harrison's neck when he bent down to put a dish on the lower rack. A red zap crackled off his mouth and made him gasp. He glanced up, his pupils were almost black with fear, there was something else and he was afraid to name it.

"Fine…" Harrison snapped at him, finally answering.

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I hope this chapter isn't too confusing for you guys, I tried to make it out in writing as best as I could and make as much sense as possible. If you have any questions, just ask me! :D

All errors are my own…