That was the third time she saw the man. The first time, Freya spotted him watching across the street from the gym. Then there was the night Freya left in a huff after finding out about Barry and Zoom. Now he was standing near the entrance of the gym when Freya stepped from the taxi.

"You've been following me," Freya stated evenly.

The man smiled at him. "Maybe."

"If you want something, just say it. I don't have time for games."

The woman glared at him and Leonard examines her with interest. Her hair out of place, he attempts to tuck it back behind her ear but she slaps his hand away, to which he grabs her wrist – her skin, so soft and smooth, warm to his touch but cool at the same time – while clicking his tongue, disapprovingly.

He gazed at her, taking in every part of her face and unconsciously moving closer towards her, until he was snapped out of it when she wrested her arm away from him. He kept his lips pressed hard together to keep himself from smiling.

"What the hell do you want?" Freya demanded.

"Well that's rather simple, isn't it?" Snart moved back into his space. That time when his arm slipped around Freya's waist, pulling him close, Freya realized his actions were out of possession rather than a threat.

The woman slapped him hand away, glaring at him.

"Well, I see she's certainly a feisty one," he said, scowling.

" Yeah?" Freya inquired.

Snart had closed the distance between them and pressed his mouth to Freya's effectively cutting off the dismissive snark on Freya's tongue. Immediately, the air around them was searing hot despite the cold air. Hands were exploring and tugging, and lips and tongues were sucking and licking, low moans escaping from them. Snart pushed Freya against the wall and pushed her knee between his thighs, and Freya unashamedly wrapped a leg around his hip in response.

Freya gripped the collar of Snart's jacket and pushed him back far enough to make him stumble. "Why did you do that?" she snapped. She felt somewhere between angry and panicked.

"Because I wanted to. You're only mad because you did too."

''What the hell?''

A beautiful woman with flowing wavy brown locks was deftly curling a suture needle through Mick's face. He was wincing quite terribly but never jerked away once. Her lips puckered in concentration as she got the last suture in. As she tied off the last stitch on Mick's face, he got up, looked at himself in the mirror. The woman sighed, straightening up and looking at Snart.

''What the hell brother?''

''This asshole''said Freya looking at the other woman.''It is your brother?'''

''Yes''said Lissa and Snart followed where Lisa was looking and noticed that the vet hadn't been staring at Freya, but at the knife that was in the woman's hand.

The knife that was currently brushing gently against Snart's neck.

As if seeing everyone's reactions, Freya pressed the knife a little more to Snart's skin.

"Tell Jack Frost over here to put me down, and then I'll think about not killing him," Freya hissed.

Snart instantly put her down without hesitation. There was something about Freya's tone that said the woman would go through with his threat, if they didn't listen to her.

"Sweatheart, you should train your dog a little better or at least keep him on a leash." Freya calmly sighed as she put the knife back in her pocket before disappeared into the alley.

Snart went after her, grabbing her by the wrist as he caught up.

"Let go of me, Snart."

"You won't get rid of me," he said in Freya's ear

Initially, he thought he was merely reading too much on the current status of his relationship with Barry, of how they seemed to have grown closer since the invasion incident. It might have begun exactly during the time he asserted his unwavering belief to the speedster, not wanting to blame him for the alteration of the timeline that caused the extraterrestrial visit, despite the strong expression otherwise by the combined teams of Legends and Team Arrow and Team Flash.

It was so wonderfully crazy this thing that was happening. Ever since Arrow and Flash had met and started helping each other out from time to time, he'd felt an openness with Barry that he'd never known before. It wasn't a lifetime of knowing someone like with Felicity; or the day to day working with his sidekick, it was the sense of wanting to share everything of himself with Barry.

If someone had told him before he met Barry Allen, that someone could one day appear in your already complicated life and slot so easily into being your friend, with no effort at all, he wouldn't have believed it. With all the super powers that he possessed, the most amazing one was how Barry could disarm you with just a smile.

He was proud to be his friend too, have him as his best friend. Barry was one of those people that he could be himself with. Even more so, from the day that they had met, there was an underlying playful banter to their encounters that sometimes he felt was a little too close to flirtation. As they got to know each other, Oliver came to realise that there wasn't anything 'too close' about it; they really were flirting with each other.

''I don't love him''

Felicity shook her head. 'Say that to the constant lovestruck looks you're giving him.' Felicity was a woman of many surprises, this won first prize for sentences that caught Oliver off guard. He wasn't able to form a coherent sentence before Felicity continued, 'What? You're really going to deny it?'

'Felicity, I don't like Barry Allen,' Oliver said, his tone slowly turning into his Arrow voice.

'You do,' Felicity protested with a grin on her face.

Oliver shook his head with a sigh. 'Are we ten now?'

'You really do,' Diggle chimed in after being quiet for so long, Oliver almost forgot he was there. He shot a glare at Diggle. Honestly, this reminded Oliver of a scene that took place in a playground when he was ten.

Oliver sighed and decided to take a sip of his coffee, he knew he was fighting a losing battle, at least his coffee wasn't going to start singing that stupid song about kissing in a tree anytime soon.

But Felicity wasn't going to let this go. 'Oliver, the look you give Barry is something I can't even explain, but anyone can see how much you care for him.'

'Of course I care for him, he saved my life,' Oliver defended, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. Okay, Felicity had a point, but it didn't mean that he liked Barry, or did it?

'The way you smile when he's around, it actually reaches your eyes. I don't think we've ever seen you that happy,' Felicity continued. Then she turned to face Diggle, who looked way too amused at the scene unfolding before him. 'Right, John?'

'It's true. I know love when I see it, Oliver,' Diggle offered.

'I don't love him,' Oliver said, forcing a laugh as a last resort in his one man war to prove that he wasn't in love with Barry Allen.

Felicity rolled her eyes. 'And that conversation you had with Barry on the roof?' Okay seriously, how was Felicity remembering all this, or more importantly, how did she know about that conversation? 'I overheard it,' she explained when Oliver shot her a raised eyebrow. 'But that's not important right now, Oliver!' she protested before Oliver could say anything about privacy.

'Exactly, so can we please move on to more important matters than this conversation?' Oliver pleaded, keen to change the subject before his friends could uncover his feelings for Barry Allen that he'd tried so hard to push away for months now. He didn't need Barry as a distraction, he reasoned, it'd never work out anyway.

'No,' both Felicity and Diggle said simultaneously.

'Come on, Oliver, just admit it,' Felicity pleaded.

Oliver sighed for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour itself. Then he stood up, he was losing this battle, and when you're losing a battle, retreat. 'I have an appointment,' he announced.

'With the one and only,' Felicity mumbled. 'Please don't shoot him.'

'Oliver, you deserve some happiness in your life,' Diggle remarked before Oliver could walk away. Oliver nodded, finding himself incapable of a comeback because of course Diggle would understand, of course Diggle would know what Oliver knew deep down in his heart but was too afraid to admit. Of course Diggle knew what to say, because he always did.

Outside of Arrow's Cave ,Barry and Roy were laughed as Tommy was watching the scene with great amusement. Hearing Oliver exit, he had to stop himself from rubbing his hand together gleefully.

Too bad Oliver's eyes were focused on the papers he was holding. Immediately, he sped to his leader's side.

"Oh Robin Hood," Tommy sang. Oliver looked up and smiled at him.

"What Tommy?"

"I was just thinking," Tommy said slowly.

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "What's the occasion?"

Tommy just smiled. "I wanted your opinion on something."

"Go ahead," Oliver said.

"Do you think Roy and Barry make a cute couple?" Tommy asked suddenly.

Oliver froze, the smile draining from his face. "Excuse me?"

Tommy pointed to where they were standing and Oliver followed his gaze.

And Oliver Queen saw red.

What the hell are they doing? Oliver was furious. Roy and Barry were way too close for comfort and Barry's hand was . . . Oliver had to remind himself to breathe.

Barry was his and Roy had no right going around flirting with him. And what was worse was Barry was flirting back. He could see the brunette smiling at him. He smiles at me like that. Barry should only ever smile at him like that.

His heart ached but most of him was enraged. He wanted to go and tear Roy to pieces.

Tommy slipped away and met Laurel's eyes, who saw Ollie's reaction and was pleased. This was going exactly the way they wanted it to go. Only Barry and Roy were oblivious of the glares being sent their way.

"You know," Oliver said icily, aiming his remarks at the flirting pair. "We are supposed to be working and the last time I checked, that doesn't include having your hands all over each other."

Immediately they separated but far enough for Oliver's liking.

"Ollie, relax," Roy said casually, though his heart was racing. Oliver was scary when he was upset. "We're just talking." To prove his point, he rested his hand on Barry's shoulder.

Oliver took a few steps toward them and glared menacingly. "Hands off."

"What?" Roy asked, pretending to be oblivious.

"I said," Oliver snapped, "Hands off. Get your hands off of him. Right now." AC did as he was told and Oliver turned his glare to Barry.

He made his way to the brunette and grabbed his arm. "As for you, you come with me." Then he pulled him along, Barry too taken aback to do anything but allow himself to be led away from the group. They disappeared out of sight and Roy let out a sigh of relief.

"That went well," Tommy said. Laurel and Roy glanced at each other.

"I think we can say mission accomplished?" Roy questioned.

"Not yet," Tommy said. They waited for any loud noises. "But from the way it's going, I think we're definitely getting there."

"Oliver," Barry protested, as Oliver continued to drag him. "I can walk on my own."

Oliver didn't stop until they both reached his bedroom. Slamming the door behind him, he let go and crossed his arms, staring at Barry.

"What was that all about?" Brry wanted to know. Truth be told, he had never been more turned on. Jealous Oliver was a sexy Oliver.

"You're asking me that question?" Oliver stated incredulously. "What the hell was that back there?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Barry said. "I was just talking to Roy."

"You were all over him," Oliver argued. "I know flirting Barry and that was exactly what you were doing."

"So?" Barry challenged. "What if I was? How does it affect you?"

"It affects me in every way," Oliver said, trying to stop himself from yelling. Taking a few calming breaths, he added, "You are not to touch him ever again. And if I see his hands on you one more time, I'll break them."

The underlying warning in his voice sent shiver up Barry's spine but he couldn't stop himself from provoking Oliver further. He needed a reaction, any type of reaction, to prove that the blonde had more than platonic feelings for him.

"You can't do that," Barry told him, his tone surprisingly stable.

"I can," Barry said with a glint in his eyes, "And I will."

He closed the distance between them and Barry slowly started to back away. That didn't stop Oliver from coming closer and eventually, Barry hit a wall.

Oliver continued to make his way to him until there was no space between them.

Oliver wasn't thinking straight; he couldn't. All he could see was Barry and all his previous restraints and inhibitions were gone.

Pressing Barry against the wall, he almost groaned at the feeling of having his body up against Barry's. It was what he had been wanting for so long. Now the object of his desires was so close, ripe and ready for the taking. And he was going to take.

"Let's make one thing clear," Oliver said, with a slight growl to his voice. "You're mine . . . and nobody will ever touch you again." Before Barry could respond, Oliver crushed his mouth on the brunette's.

Barry responded to kiss fervently, wrapping his arms around Oliver's back. Oliver lost himself in Barry's embrace, the kiss being far better than he ever imagined. He explored every inch of the younger man's mouth, devouring it and greedily taking as much as he could get. His thoughts were scattered, all he could focus on was the heavenly taste that was Barry Allen.

Breaking apart only when the need for air aroused, Oliver rested his forehead against Barry's. Both were breathing heavily. He couldn't meet Barry's eyes, too stunned at what he had done. Oliver was shocked with his own behavior. Usually, he was more composed than that; it was not like him to lose control.

He felt his head being lifted up and he was meeting Barry's emerald eyes, which were staring at him warmly and full of love.

"So I'm yours huh?" Barry said with a smile.

Oliver nodded, not trusting himself to speak and unsure if he even could.

"I think I could live with that," Barry stated grinning.

''What the hell is going on?''asked Freya said with a cold ,emotionless voice and Barry paled so violently that Oliver almost thought he would faint but Barry wanted to run away from the room as the everyone else were confused.

At that, the room froze. Barry had covered his face again, Cisco was standing frozen just inside the door, Caitlin and Laurel looked away from the angry woman as Oliver knew that it was the last day seening Barry because his aunt will kill him, Roy and Ray had stopped in the middle of singing another annoying star trek song, and Felicity had an iron grip on the refrigerator door handle.

Tommy, unsurprisingly, refused to react and kept reading his book.

''What are you doing here?'' Barry asked as he tried to conceal the fear of his voice because this is ridiculous . Barry has fought with a sharks, a gorilla .alliens ,with an immortal man ,with the man who killed his mother ,even with Caitlin Snow a woman who is like a sister for him but tried to kill him and he us afraid to face this woman but for his defense ,even his father and Joe are afraid of her.

...Stay tuned

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