Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Warning, mentions of doping (don't worry, Barry is willing). Enjoy!

Barry took one last look at the full moon before he straightened his tie a final time. He sighed. He hated wearing a tux; he always felt like he'd borrowed someone else's suit. He entered the building, smile in place, and took a glass from a passing waiter before he worked his way over to Captain Singh. "I'm here," he reported.

"So I see," he replied, lips curved upward. "Didn't bring a date?" he murmured in an undertone.

"I don't hate anyone that much," he replied, causing his boss to laugh. "Why-"

"Do we need to go over this again?"

"No Sir," he sighed.

"Go mingle," he ordered.

With another sigh, Barry drifted about the room, smiling warmly at everyone, but waiting for other people to make the first move in conversation. "You look good, Scarlet," a voice drawled from behind. "Not sure the shoes go with it though."

Barry turned to face Len, his expression still friendly. "The Captain is aware of my shoe choice."

"You mean your Converse fetish?"

The Speedster blushed. "I do not-" he sighed and leant closer. "Why are you here, at a fundraiser for CCPD?"

"That isn't the only organisation after funding," the thief reminded, "but there is a certain CSI I'm fond of."

Barry's blush deepened. "I, uh, better get back to mingling."

"Your Captain made a good choice. You're so earnest in your passion, anyone that talks to you will know that the only reason you're asking for funding, is to help the CCPD and by extension Central City."

"Well, thanks," he spoke, ducking his head bashfully. "And I wouldn't be averse to a contribution from you."

"Go back to charming the elite out of their money," he drawled, a pleased smirk curving his lips.

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Barry set his glass down on a table, suddenly feeling off. He just needed to splash water on his face, then he'd be able to make it through the rest of the gala. He moved at a normal pace toward the bathrooms. "You all right Scarlet?" Len asked as he followed the brunet into the hallway. "You look a little-" he cut off as the Speedster caught himself against the wall. "Wobbly," he finished, catching the younger man as he started to slide. Barry trembled against him. "Do you need me to get you out of here, Scarlet?" he asked in a low tone.

"Bathroom," he murmured, "please."

"Still so polite," he teased. After a couple of tottering steps, he scooped up the Speedster.

"Len!" he gasped in a weak voice.

"It'll be quicker this way Scarlet," he murmured, shifting the brunet more firmly against him. "And I think we better go to the other bathrooms; greater chance of having privacy." Barry gripped Len's shoulders, breath speeding as his temperature spiked. "Almost there Scarlet," he soothed.

He deftly opened the door to the disabled toilet, and set Barry down on his feet, flicking the lock on the door as an afterthought. The Speedster stumbled to the sink, his fingers shaking as he turned on the cold water. He managed to splash some water on his face with trembling hands before he started to shake further. "What's-" he cut off, gripping the sink hard.

"It's okay Scarlet," Len murmured, gently holding the Speedster's waist to keep him upright. Barry leant back against the thief, shaking. "You've been drugged, Barry," he spoke softly, wrapping gently arms around the brunet. "We'll get through this."

Barry bit his lip hard as his temperature spiked further. A needy moan slipped from his lips, his hips pressing back against Len's pelvis. "Easy there Scarlet," he murmured, shifting his grip onto the Speedster's waist. "I am not going to take advantage of you."

"Please Len," he whined. "I need-" he cut off as another moan left his lips.

"Don't worry Barry," he murmured, one hand remaining firm on his waist while the other deftly undid his zipper, freeing the Speedster's hard cock, "I'm not going to leave you in this state either." He wrapped his dextrous fingers around the brunet's shaft and started to stroke.

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Len brought Barry to orgasm – yet again – and this time the Speedster went boneless against him. "Better now?" he murmured, licking the Speedster's seed from his hand out of the brunet's sightline.

"I always knew there was good in you Len," Barry murmured.

"Agree to disagree," he replied, unable to keep affection from his voice.

Barry straightened and turned to face the thief. "Thank you," he spoke earnestly.

Len waved that away. "I wasn't going to lower myself to the same level as that bastard."

"Len!" he scolded.

"They deliberately laced your drink to take advantage of you sexually, Barry, how else would you explain it?"

He licked his lips. "The moon is at its zenith?" he ventured.

Len chuckled. "Full moon brings out the crazies?" he murmured, lips curving upward.

"It is true," he stated.

"Yes, but not in this-" he cut off as the brunet wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Thank you, Len, for taking care of me," he murmured and leant up to kiss the thief sweetly, a touch that was instantly returned.

"What was that for Scarlet?" he drawled.

Barry shivered and admitted shyly, "Didn't know if I'd get another chance."

"Oh Barry," he murmured and settled possessive hands on the Speedster's hips. "Is it completely out of your system?" The brunet nodded. "Then how about dinner?"

He smiled brightly. "Really?"

Len's answering smile was warm. "Yes."

"I'd love to!" The thief's expression warmed further. "You can get us out of here without being noticed, right?"

"Of course. Why-"

"Until I've replaced calories, I don't want to burn excessive amounts."

Len smirked. "Much as I'm enjoying the view, you might want to straighten up Scarlet."

The Speedster released him with a blush, and set about making himself presentable. "Why aren't you-"

"It's hard enough to catch anyone at it at the best of times Scarlet, and since it's already out of your system…"

"Impossible to prove, let alone catch the one responsible," he finished with a sigh. He locked gazes with the thief. "Don't worry, Len, I'm still going to tell the Captain on Monday."

"Monday?" he drawled.

"First thing," he promised.

"Good," he purred and wrapped a possessive arm around the Speedster's waist. "Let's go get some…calories in you," he murmured, smirking at the Speedster's blush.