Author's Note: Rated T just in case, enjoy!
Barry blinked awake, feeling deliciously used and so very hungry. "Here Red," Mick rumbled, holding out a bottle of water to the Speedster. He sat up and accepted it gratefully, downing the bottle in several swallows.
"You were out for a while, Scarlet," Len drawled as he appeared in the doorway. He smirked as the Speedster's eyes followed him as he stalked over to the bed, before setting down a tray of food over the omega's lap. "Eat," he urged.
"One moment," he requested, and tapped into his Speed to clear the tray in seconds. "Much better," he spoke with a sigh.
"Doesn't that burn extra calories?" Mick rumbled curiously.
Barry shivered, even as he shook his head. "You would think so, but metaphysics often don't follow the laws of science," he spoke with a shrug. His gaze flicked between the two of them. "Are we going to do this again?"
"Yes," Mick instantly responded, voice firm.
"Good," he replied with a grin. Len's eyebrows rose. "The two of you have ruined me for other men," he stated.
Len smirked. "Do you really think we'd let you get away?" the thief drawled. "Now we know how…perfect you are for the two of us?"
Barry shivered. "Then why didn't you Mate me?" he asked breathily.
"Had to make sure you wanted it," Mick rumbled. Barry opened his mouth. "When you weren't horny," he added. Their Speedster closed his mouth with a snap.
"Exactly," Len drawled, removing the tray from Barry's lap. "Why didn't you tell us you needed food?" he asked seriously.
"Other needs were more…pressing," he replied with a blush.
"Cute," Len purred.
"Adorable," Mick rumbled. "But this means we'll need to keep a better eye on him Boss."
"That we will Mick," he agreed. Barry's mouth dropped open. "Do you really think we want you to pass out on a regular basis Barry?" he drawled with a bite. He shook his head vehemently. "Good," he purred, and cupped his cheek gently, smiling as their Speedster leant into it. "Don't worry, we won't neglect you," he promised. "You'll just have to deal with some delayed gratification at times," he added with a smirk. Barry pouted.
"We're not going to let you run yourself into the ground Red," Mick spoke seriously. "Not when it's easy enough to get food into you."
He licked his lips. "Okay," he murmured. "I need about ten thousand calories a day," he spoke sheepishly.
"You're worth the increased food bill," Len drawled with a smile, which widened at the bashful way their Speedster ducked his head with a pleased smile. "Before your libido kicks in again, I think we need to have a conversation about how we're going to make a relationship work," he drawled.
"What?" Barry breathed, blinking.
"Ground rules Red," Mick rumbled.
"What you'll accept, what you won't, what you can look the other way for," Len listed.
"What about your end?" the Speedster asked, head tilted.
"Ours is easier Red," Mick spoke with a grin.
Len hummed agreeingly. "You don't touch anyone else other than us; when you're horny, you contact us; and you don't put yourself in unnecessary danger," the thief listed.
"Unnecessary?" he repeated.
"You're a hero," Mick remarked.
"There will be times when your life is at risk," Len conceded. "But if the danger could be avoided, then we would prefer that you do."
"That's reasonable," Barry murmured. "Yeah, my list is going to be longer," he conceded. "Right…"
