Barry sped into the loft and flopped onto the couch, sighing. He didn't greet Iris or even remove his super suit. Exhausted, he just let his weight fall into the comfort of their sofa, and rested his heavy eyes for the first time that day. The past four weeks had been absolute hell for him. Trying to integrate Savitar into the team was like trying to train a feral dog into being a house pet. He was always late, rude to the victims - even after he saved them - and unnecessarily rough with the criminals.
"Team Flash is not made up of not vigilantes!" Barry had barked an innumerable amount of times over the past month. The fact Savitar was still a little faster than him even without his metal suit, had made it almost impossible to keep him in check.
Iris walked over to her husband and took a seat onto his lap. "Long day, Baby?"
"The longest."
"Savitar?" Iris asked, knowingly.
"Savitar."
"Oh, babe. Things will get better, I know it."
"They better. I've had it up to here with his shenanigans," He said, lifting his head to meet his wife's face.
"He is saving people, though isn't he? He's becoming a hero again?"
"A hero by force.
"That's better than a crazed murderer, though isn't it?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." Barry said laughing for the first time in God knows how long.
Iris smiled. Barry always looked so sexy to her in his cowl, especially after the end of a hard day.
She didn't enjoy him being stressed out, but she couldn't lie, pressure brought a bit of an edge out of him that she loved
.Besides, getting him to perk up was always deliciously fun. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
When she tried to pull away, he held her to him, continuing to steal kiss after kiss, until she realized his cowl was inhibiting them. "Okay, Barr, this has to go," she said, freeing his face from his face mask." There, that's so much better." She turned so that her legs were straddling either side of him, and brought her mouth back to his, kissing him passionately, trailing kisses down from his mouth to his neck.
She lifted her head again, only to begin untying the knot in her halter dress. Once free of the knot that was holding it up, she let her straps fall away.
Barry raised an eyebrow. "Sex before I shower, Mrs. Allen? I thought you hated having the city's germs all over you."
"Well, my hero had a bad day. And as his wife, it's my job make him feel better, if that's alright with you, of course."
He licked his lips and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said, leaning over his lap to find the remote. "I also think you're due for a bit of a treat. We don't do this often, but I think a little 'extra' stimulation will help to take your mind off of things."
Iris turned, pointing the remote towards their flat screen TV, pressing the menu button. She scrolled down past their list of unwatched recordings - things they never actually found time to catch up on - and stopped when she made it to the adult section.
She looked back at Barry, whose tired eyes were almost gleaming now. Adult movies weren't a constant fixture of sex life, but sometimes they definitely used them to spice things up a little. Through the natural exploration of their sexual desires, they'd learned some surprising aspects about their preferences. One of the things is that they both enjoyed indulging from time to time, favoring scenes where the couples indulged in a third party. Specifically one woman, and two men.
Iris had been the first one to admit that she saw the appeal of a woman getting spoiled by two lovers. And Barry, well, he at first thought Iris was trying to trick him because it had taken him a tad bit longer to admit to her that that visual turned him on as well. Once he stopped dancing around what he felt was an "acceptable" fantasy, they were both happier, occasionally engaging in adult movies that showcased those images.
"Really? Tonight" Barry asked, not trying to get ahead of himself. "You wanna watch?"
Iris nodded, hitting play on the remote, before turning back to him, catching her tongue between her teeth.
She slid out of his lap, so that she was next to him on the couch, and facing the television. She leaned her weight against him, as the scene on the television started to unfold.
Immediately, Barry settled into the couch, and rested his hands between her legs, just as the scene before them started to unfold...
Iris eased off of Barry, happy, glowing. Excited. "That was amazing!"
He might have been an exhausted mess when he got in, but he'd gotten a second wind, after Iris - and the trio on their screen - got him all worked up. This was easily some of the best sex they'd had in weeks. Perhaps months.
Barry huffed, catching his breath on the couch next to her. "You were amazing."
"Well, you weren't so bad yourself there, baby," she said, reaching down to gripping his cock, still coated in her juices, and his release. "I could go for another round, to be honest."
Barry laughed. "What's gotten into you?"
"I don't know," she said, "That scenario just got me a little revved up I guess."
Barry's eyes widened. This seemed like more than their usual post-sex glow. "Are you-are you saying that's something you'd like to explore?" He asked, dumbstruck. "Like actually having a third partner in bed?"
"In real life? No. You're the only face I wanna sit on."
"How romantic," he said with a chuckle, pulling her into him.
"I'm serious," Iris laughed, settling into Barry's arms. "It's sexy to think about doing something so naughty, but I'd never want to actually bring another man - or woman, don't you get any ideas, Bartholomew - into our bedroom. It would cause too many complications."
"Agreed."
"But as part of a fantasy, hell yeah. I've thought about it. What it would be like to...you know...handle two guys."
Barry's body reacted involuntarily to that image flooding his brain.
"Ooh somebody likes," Iris purred.
"Well, I'm only human," he said, trailing a tender hand down the length of her body. "And I must admit, seeing you in the position that woman on screen was, would be too sexy. But I agree, our bedroom should be a sacred place. No outsiders."
He sighed gently, knowing that they were both way too possessive over each other to ever make this work.
"Right. It's almost like, the solution would be to have another you in bed somehow."
"Another me?"
"Yeah. Like, if there were two Barry's," she added laughing. "I'd be in sex heaven."
Barry pondered on that line of thought for a moment. "You know what, that would be great. Maybe I could create a time remnant who would wanna indulge in a little threesome action."
Iris laughed. "Let me stop you right there. Do you not remember what happened last time you created a remnant?"
His face fell immediately. "Savitar," he mumbled. But his displeasure built into a laugh he couldn't contain. Even Saying his name aloud sounded absolutely ridiculous. "Maybe the lust is clouding my brain." He laughed again, waiting for Iris to respond, but she'd gotten oddly quiet.
"What's wrong? What's that look for? "
Suddenly, Iris's head was spinning from the possibilities. It sounded absolutely insane, but for the first time, it seemed that this might actually be possible. "Wait...what about Savitar?"
When he didn't respond, she said it again. "I'm serious.
"You've GOT to be kidding me," he said shooting her a harsh glance.
"Why? He looks identical to you. In a lot of ways, he is you. So it's not like I'd be cheating, and yeah, I know about the whole 'trying to kill me' thing, but he's proven that he's remorseful."
"This is insane!" Barry yelled. "Even if I was up for this, which I'm not saying I am, Savitar and I can barely get along, yet you think somehow a threesome with all of us is going to work?"
Iris tilted her head, smiling at him flirtatiously. "Yeah, but, he likes me. And, it's not like you and Savitar would be interacting sexually."
"Oh God no," Barry said, waving away the image. "And him liking you doesn't work in your favor. I've caught him staring at you too many times to count, Iris. But I didn't say anything, because I imagine watching you with me must be hard for him, considering-."
"That I used to be his. When he was you."
Barry just nodded, unable to say the words.
"But I'm yours now," Iris said, as she climbed back onto Barry's lap. "Only yours. Always and forever."
"You better be," he said, finding her waist.
"I am. But letting Savitar play won't change that," she said, trailing her hands down his chest. "Nothing will change that."
Barry let out a low moan.
His body was betraying him, overriding his logic because images of Iris pinned down between him and Savitar, taking turns riding and sucking them, her hair wild, and stuck to her forehead, started flooding his mind, and he had to admit it seemed like it would be titillating.
And Like Iris said, trying to convince himself this wasn't a trainwreck waiting to happen, Savitar was him - albeit the worst parts. If they were ever going to live out this fantasy, Savitar literally was the best option. "Fuck, are we really going to do this?"
Iris bit her lip in suspense. "So, that's a yes?"
"That's a maybe," he said sternly. "After we lay out some ground rules."
"Oh, of course, baby. Anything you want," Iris said, not being able to contain her grin.
The Next Day
Savitar sighed, flopping down at Barry and Iris' kitchen table. It wasn't enough that he'd been on his best behavior - by his standards - Barry still insisted on these mandatory weekly check-ins.
He wanted so badly to tell Barry where he could stuff his "mandatory meetings" but he knew that would only upset Iris. He genuinely wanted to right his wrongs, but being a hero wasn't for him. She was the only reason he was sticking around, playing somewhat by the rules.
Over the past few weeks, they'd developed a rapport with each other that escaped definition. They weren't the friends Iris had wanted them to be, nor the more-than-friends Savitar wanted, but would never admit out loud, but they had...something. Mutual respect. Perhaps even trust. When Barry was going off on him for not being the model boyscout, Iris would often intervene on his behalf, and try to get him to back off.
It was weird, the care she took in protecting him in a sense, being the odd man out. It reminded him of his previous life, as he called it, as Barry Allen, back when he was just a boy, fixated on the man in the lightning who'd killed his parents.
Joe West was almost merciless in his pursuit to get Barry to let go of what he was convinced was a fantasy, but Iris, she always stood in the path of Joe's verbal lashing, even if it meant that she ended up in trouble too. That touched Savitar in ways he didn't think was possible anymore. And it wasn't lost on him. But even with the ability to be around Iris more often, these meetings were enough to make him wanna off himself. Just stick a vibrating hand through his own damn chest.
"You're late. Which is ironic considering you're a Speedster," Barry said, condescendingly.
"Yeah, so," Savitar said, humping his shoulders. "I'm here though. Please let's get this moving, I have shit to do."
"Actually, Savitar, this meeting is a little different than the others," Iris said, emerging from the kitchen. She sat an extra coffee mug in front of him. " We have a proposition for you."
Savitar perked up slightly at the sight of Iris.
She didn't usually attend his weekly check-in because she had become tired of being the mediator between them. Though they still bickered, about every little damn thing, but Iris was convinced enough by the past few weeks that the desire to kill each other had subsided.
At least she'd hoped.
If she was there today, Barry must have put her up to it. Probably trying to use his goodwill towards her to trick him into devoting more of his time to the City. Not even her beautiful smile could talk him into that though. "I'm not taking any extra shifts. I can't spend my entire day-
"No, not extra shifts," Iris said, cutting him off. She sighed, biting her lip, pushing forward over the awkwardness: "There's really no easy way to say this," she added, cutting her eye over at Barry, who was seated next to her. "We-
"You," Barry corrected her.
"I," Iris said, "Want you to join us in our bedroom."
"For?"
"A Threesome."
Savitar's eyes grew wide, in disbelief, a frown forming over his face. "What kind of sick joke? And you, Iris, joining in on it? What-what? You think this is funny? 'Oh, let's play a joke on Savitar?!' Well, guess what!"
"HOLD ON," Iris said, trying to intervene. "I've known you long enough to know that jokes aren't your thing, first of all. Second, I wouldn't joke about something like this. Something so sensitive. "
Savitar froze, trying to process the combination of words coming out of Iris' mouth, but they just weren't computing. She had to be lying. He jumped up from the table, in anger. "Seriously, what the hell do you want from me? I've apologized! I'm trying to do this suck ass hero thing. Now you're here to taunt me? Seriously?"
" .not. " Iris said, reassuringly, looking into Savitar's eyes. "Have I ever lied to you? AS Barry OR as Savitar?
"Well..." Barry and Savitar said simultaneously," eliciting a shared laugh from all three of them, something Iris didn't think was possible.
"Both of you shut up," Iris shot back, looking between the two men. "Barry and I have been pondering over the idea of a threesome for a while now," she added, turning her attention back to Savitar.
"And...I'm your choice?" Savitar burst into to laughter. "The fact that You'd share this beautiful woman with anyone makes you stupider than I thought, Allen," Savitar snarled. "But to share her with me? All of this heroing has fried your brain."
Of course, this led to more bickering between them, but Iris had zoned out momentarily. She wouldn't let it show outwardly, but knowing that, after all that happened, Savitar thought she was beautiful was oddly satisfying. She knew that she shouldn't care what he thought about her, but it didn't change the fact that she did.
Or the fact that, she couldn't even call him a friend, but he knew aspects about her body, only a lover would because of his time as Barry. It didn't change the fact that this man, who'd tried to take her life, had found his spot in her heart, not in a romantic sense, but in one nonetheless. It also didn't change the fact that he'd done it without even trying, and that Iris didn't know how to process that.
"OKAY!" She finally yelled over their bickering. "I know you two you don't like each other. But we're all, whether or not we want to be, in a unique situation, given who Savitar is, and who he was," she said emphasizing the latter, not wanting to spell things out, but needing to move past the very awkward reality that technically, her and Savitar had already had sex. "I think that a one-time threesome between us would work, but only if everyone wanted it to work."
Savitar scoffed. "One-time." On cue, he rose from the table and shot Iris a final glance before speeding away from the loft.
Iris sighed somberly. "So much for our threesome."
Or so she thought...
