DON'T OWN JL OR PLOT.

Wally shut the music off in Clark's blue jeep,

" We are so not listening to that!" Clark took out the cd and placed it onto the dashboard.

" Fine. We can just talk." Wally grabbed the cd and shoved it back in, the music of Enya filling the car instantly,

" C'mon Wally, it's relaxing." Wally snorted. They drove in silence for a moment before Wally leaned his head onto the side door, " I hate day light savings time." He muttered, glaring at the setting sun.

" You know you should really wear a seatb—"

Clark's smile flipped when a brick smacked across his windshield. He swerved with a yell as the car hit a lamppost. Wally's forehead smacked into the glass while Clark hit the steering wheel. Steam was bellowing from the engine and glass was crinkling onto the pair. Clark shook glass shards off of his head,

" Christ. Wally?" He pulled the younger man onto the seat. Outside of the wrecked car came birdcalls and shouts. Clark's muscles bulged as he forced his crushed door open. He tugged himself out and, sparing one more glance at the dazed teen, moved to face their attackers,

" Clark Kent?" A well-built man stepped forward. His muscles were nearly double the size of Clark's and his head was completely shaved.

" Who wants to know?" Five others stepped around him,

" We do." Clark eyed them with distrust. All of them were bald except for one; a medium sized red head, who was nearest to the car.

" There are other ways to get my attention." He stated, pointing back to his jeep, " I had one more payment on it."

The biggest man laughed at Clark's attempt at humor,

" Shut it, Tobias." Wally growled, pulling himself out of the wreckage. He held a hand to the cut on his head. " Damn you idiots, this hurts."

" Aww…poor baby." Wally flicked out a knife and shook blood from his eyes. Tobias smirked and charged Clark. Clark ducked under the punch and slammed an elbow into his ribs. Rick and another jumped Wally, who had already brought his knife up, sticking it deep in the bald man's shoulder. That left only Rick to face Wally as the others turned to face Clark, who was pounding Tobias with a vengeance. Wally never backed away from a fight, but with Rick…the man was opening old wounds that had yet to be fully healed.

" Haven't see ya in a while, Wally. I've missed you." He puckered his lips and was sent sailing by a punch from Wally. Rick grinned and laughed at the younger man,

" Carter's been missing you too, babe. Why don't you come over and play sometime?" He ran for Wally, sliding under the teen's fist, he gripped his wrist, pulled it behind his back and slammed him into the ground. He lay on top of him with Wally's arm still pinned behind him and his stomach rubbing on the street. Rick took a minute to breath in Wally's scent.

" God you're pretty." He muttered, his free hand running through Wally's hair. Wally arched his back in an attempt to free himself.

Rick pushed back into Wally and the teen could easily feel everything that Rick had. The older man took his knee and placed it on Wally's thigh. He glanced over to make sure Clark was busy before rubbing into his victim,

" You know how strong I am don't you babe?" He cooed into Wally's ear. Wally groaned in pain, which Rick mistook as lust,

" I know, babe. I know." He whispered softly, pinning down the next attempt Wally made to get up, " We can go back to my place. Remember my place?" Wally sobbed silently, praying that Rick could not hear him. Rick grinded into Wally once more before licking his ear, and sighing with glee, " But not now. No, not now. By the time I come back, you'll be begging for me."

" Go fuck yourself." Wally snapped. The man lifted his weight and brought it back down. Wally hissed in pain,

" I rather fuck you." Rick's weight vanished again, but this time it did not come back. Clark had grabbed him by the hair and tossed him away from his friend. Wally rolled onto his back and brought up his sore wrist.

Through a bloody nose, Tobias yelled a final call to Clark.

" Don't forget, Kent. Saturday. Old warehouse on main!" All of the Ravens took off running, scooping up rocks and breaking windows as they went.

Wally didn't realize he was still on the ground, shaking horribly and breathing a lot faster then he should be.

" Wally? You okay?" Wally nodded and took Clark's hand,

" Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks." Clark smiled then walked over to his car,

" This is going to take forever to fix." He stated, kicking one of the bent tires. Wally was still staring down the street where the Ravens had run down. Clark followed his gaze, his mind filling in gaps, the red head's last words to his friend still fresh in his mind,

" I rather fuck you." Clark had a feeling he knew who that man was to Wally.

He just hoped that Wally could handle the mental stress. He wasn't even sure if he could.

All he knew was that next Saturday there was going to be a fight. The Big Seven against the best the Ravens had to offer.

And they were going to win.