A/N: Finally getting around to writing this one again. Only a few chapters left. I hope you enjoy. This one is fairly westalled-focused, so be aware of that going in. More savibarry to come in the remaining chaps especially.

Chapter 12 -

Propped on the edge of the table, Savitar reveled in the bliss of his third orgasm.

He wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to be fucked by Barry Allen. Or what it would be like to fuck him. Oh, God, he hadn't even considered that. He knew he had to be tight, since only Thawne had violated him, and that had been months ago in Flashpoint. Savitar had been fucked plenty of times by now, so he couldn't use that as a comparison. He couldn't even remember back to his first time after being alive for so long and angry for the majority of it.

But he imagined it would be awfully delicious. Just thinking about it wet his appetite. Would it be a hard, fast fuck? Or would it be slow and excruciating? Would he call his name in the midst of it or would he be crying that it was too much, too soon, and Savitar would keep going anyways.

The amount of desire Savitar had for Barry was unrivaled. He wanted him more than Thawne, more than Snart, more than anyone else worthy of his hatred. His mind, his cock, his very being were wild with the need to fuck Barry raw and be fucked. In fact, he grew impatient waiting for his original to show up to grant his wish. And if he knew history – and he did – it would be days until that happened, if not weeks.

He'd be too busy fucking grieving over his dead fiancée to make a trip back to his enemy's lair.

But when he did, Savitar would be ready.

He was cocky, aroused, even enthusiastic at the inevitability of their fuck.

Then something shifted.

At first it was just a feeling – a very strong feeling – that something was off. Something had changed that hadn't been done by him. Something in the timeline, a threat to his existence, not anyone else's. Just his.

"No, it can't be."

A sudden pain wracked his entire body, made him double over and fall onto the cement floor.

"No…no…"

Then it targeted his head and gave him the mother of all migraines.

"Holy shit. What…"

Images flashed before him one right after the other in blazing color, and in the very recent past.

Drumsticks dropped.

No.

A device lifted.

It can't be…

And Iris in Barry's arms changed form into that of H.R.

"Nooo!"

Despite the blinding pain, Savitar managed to grab for the nearest object and throw it across the room. He shoved everything on the table onto the floor.

This could not be happening. Not after all his clever planning. How could he have not anticipated such a sacrifice?

But the visions weren't over.

Flashes of H.R.'s goodbye and then…

"Damn it all to Hell."

Iris running across the pavement and into Barry Allen's arms.

And despite that glorious video of he and Barry giving each other oral, Iris appeared to have completely put it behind her. She'd forgiven him! And they were getting their happy ending!

Well, not on his watch…

He growled, speeding into his suit and flashing off into the distance. His migraine had faded with all the changed memories now intact, though more were replacing the old by the second. He didn't know anything anymore. Everything was new to him, and that was not how he liked it.

Still, there was a Plan B, and he was grateful for that.

He just had to stop Killer Frost from blowing Vibe's hands off.

Hopefully he wasn't too late.

…

Iris ran quickly down the hall at STAR Labs, Barry and Joe at her heels. There was one more thing to check to see if this had really happened, if they were really in the clear. It was that damn newspaper article byline. And Iris knew there was one part of her name she needed to see to be sure if she and Barry would be okay. She needed to know more than anything.

Barry sped up ahead of her just in time to put his hand by the door and create the opening into the room. They shared a smile before she walked in, the two men behind her. Barry once again overtook her and waved his hand over the stand to see the newspaper revealed before them again.

She almost cried.

"Iris West-Allen."

"It changed back."

She gasped and fell into his arms.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" Joe asked, still staring at the byline on the age-old article of Barry's disappearance.

"Yeah," Barry said, joy emanating from the core of his being. "The future's ours again."

Joe joined them in their hug, his protective and joyful embrace exactly what Iris needed in that moment, as well as Barry's.

As well as Barry's…

Iris West-Allen.

If she still married Barry in the future, did that mean she forgave him for what he'd done with Savitar? Or did that mean…he never did it in the first place?

It was completely possible the video had been doctored. It would be just like Savitar to do that to her as a punishment for trying to escape or trying to turn Killer Frost back into Caitlin Snow. If Barry could create time remnants, wasn't it completely possible that so could Savitar? And if he could create a time remnant to do whatever he wanted… He could act like her Barry even though he wasn't!

She couldn't believe she'd been so blind, been convinced so easily that her Barry could betray her in such a horrid way. It would take some time to erase that video from her mind, but with her good, innocent, heroic Barry before her, it could be accomplished.

She choked back a sob.

"Iris, are you all right?" Barry asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yes!" she assured, almost laughing. "Yes, I'm very all right. I just…I can't believe…"

She pressed her fingers to his face, traced the lines, lifted her eyes to stare deeply into his, and forgot completely that they weren't alone until Barry's gaze shifted to Joe's and the older man quietly slipped out of the room to leave them be for as long as they needed.

Alone with the newspaper blaring at them – with Iris West-Allen in the byline – Iris was overcome with joy. A smile stretched across her face, and she blurted the first thing that came to her mind.

"I love you."

He smiled wide.

"And I love you."

She dropped her jacket to the ground and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

He didn't taste like anyone else. He didn't taste like anything else. Not cum, not the hint of something evil – as if she would know. He tasted like Barry, her Barry.

"Oh, God, I've missed you."

She lingered by his lips and then set herself down. He pushed his fingers through her hair, and it felt like heaven. Everything Savitar and Killer Frost had said and shown her had to be a lie. There was no other explanation for what that newspaper said.

"I missed you too," he said, brushing his finger down her lips, arousing her as he turned her chin up for his kiss. This one was deeper, more passionate, and Iris knew where he was going with this.

Was she ready to have sex with him if that video wasn't a lie? If he really had… If he and Savitar had…

But they hadn't. She'd decided that already.

"Make love to me, Barry."

He shuddered over her, but he wasn't backing down. That much was clear. Slowly, he started to undress her, kissing every inch of her he uncovered, gripping her curves, and making her shiver.

When she was completely naked before him, he pushed her up against the wall and held her in his arms, kissing her madly. She ground against him, eager for that cock of his to be inside her, but of course it was still under lock and key beneath that suit of his.

"Baaarry," she whined, arching up. "Take your suit off or I'll scream."

He chuckled hotly against her neck.

"Not the kind of screaming I want, I take it?"

"No," she said, and he grinned against her skin, clothed one second and naked the next.

"Super speed is a gift," she said, and he chuckled.

"Agreed."

Nude and flush up against each other, Barry lay Iris on the floor gently and hovered over her. His eyes devoured her body as if he'd never seen something so beautiful or someone he wanted more. Iris hoped that was true.

"I don't have anything with me," he admitted. "And I don't know if I can…run in this condition."

Iris looked down at smirked at the sight of his hard, heavy, long cock resting in the air just above her entrance. They hadn't had intercourse like this in a while. And she didn't mean location. She meant him wanting her so desperately. He'd gone out of his way to pleasure her in the past couple months, and it was fantastic. But it wasn't quite the same as him needing her to return the favor. Most times when she offered, he refused, and she started to wonder if there was something wrong with her sexually or if he was just guilt-ridden because Savitar was one of his time remnants, and he didn't want to put pressure on her.

After seeing the video that looked like it was him and Savitar fucking, Iris assumed Barry had felt guilt of a different kind. That he didn't need her to return the favor because Savitar was doing it for her. She cringed at the thought, and Barry sensed it.

"Is something wrong?" His brows furrowed. "I could go get a condom if you really need one to continue."

"Oh, Barry, no," she cooed, cupping his face.

"I really wanna continue," he admitted, and his puppy-dog eyes were too much for her.

"I do too," she said. "And if I get pregnant after this whole thing? Honestly, it will be a blessing. It will make me forget about Savitar and dying and everything that's been driving us crazy for the six months."

"There's still Killer Frost… And Savitar is probably still alive…for a few hours at least…"

"But you want me, right?"

He paused, looking at her strangely, and she knew she had to stop obsessing. Savitar and Barry had never been together sexually. She had to get out of her head.

"Of course I want you," he said, then leaned down to kiss her. "I want you more than anything."

Delicious shivers raced up her back and down her limbs. She felt pure joy and longing and lust as he spread her legs apart and pushed his hard cock inside her soaking pussy. It'd been so long since she felt him there, and honestly it was a relief.

If nothing else, Savitar hadn't had him this way. He would never have her Barry the way she had him, and there was nothing he could say or do to change that.

And with that determining thought, she gave herself over to the pleasure of being made love to by Barry Allen. Every thrust, every caress, every sweet nothing whispered into her ear. They fucked slow, and then they fucked faster. They fucked as if nothing and no one else existed outside that room, outside this time with each other.

And near the end, Iris flipped them over and rode Barry hard, thrilling in the way he grabbed her breasts and urged her faster. Because Savitar was getting new memories now, and he would be especially pissed about this one.