Author's Note: I was toying with the idea of how their lives would be different if Barry and Len had been in the same year at school. Barry skipped two grades, and Len was held back a year (due to Juvie), so there's still about three years between them. Mick is still the same age as Len, and Lisa is eight years younger than Len, making her five years younger than Barry. Well, enjoy!
The Flash came to a halt beside the armoured truck, barely managing to keep himself upright – at least it didn't look too obvious. That would be just embarrassing.
One of the robbers pushed himself upright and Barry froze. Shit, it was Len! The voices in his ears faded as he stared at the older version of the boy he used to know. Sirens rent the air. That was his cue, thank God!
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Joe entered Barry's lab with a folder of mugshots. "Will you take a look at these Bare?"
He glanced up briefly from the test he was running. "I didn't see any of their faces Joe," he replied as he noted down results.
"You might be able to ID one of them through a partial recognition," he replied stubbornly.
"What would you even do with the information if you got it? It's not exactly admissible in Court," he pointed out.
"Anonymous tip," his foster father stated.
"Let me set up the next sample, then I'll look them over," he offered. "But Joe, I wouldn't be comfortable making a definitive ID from a partial glimpse of a face."
"Fair enough Bare."
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Barry's phone began to ring. He plucked off a glove so he could answer it. "Hey Lise," he greeted.
"Working late again?" she asked in amusement.
"And how you know that?" he replied with a smile.
"Because I'm outside your place and you're not here," she stated. "And you're not the type to stop off at a bar on your way home," she teased. "A coffee shop maybe."
He laughed softly. "Don't wait on me Lise, I'm going to be at least an hour yet."
"Okay," she sighed. "See you later."
"Bye." He smiled as he hung up, and tossed his other glove. Better to wash his hands and pull on a fresh pair.
He glanced up when he heard heels clicking in the hall. Lisa poked her head around the door. "Hi," she greeted with a smile.
"Hey," he responded as she walked in with a bag of takeout.
"How did you get here so quick?"
"It's been ten minutes Bare," she replied with an indulgent smile. She spread containers on his desk. He hesitated. "I'm not going to be living on ramen for the rest of the month," she promised.
"Okay," he sighed in relief. "And thanks," he said with a warm smile.
"You're welcome," she replied with a smile of her own. "Can you have a break?"
"Just let me set up a couple of things, and then I can have a break," he promised.
Food nearly finished; Barry glanced at Lisa inquiringly. "You okay?"
She blew out a breath as she toyed with her food. "Len is back in town," she stated.
"Yeah?"
She nodded and glanced up at the brunet. "I'm really worried about him, Barry," she spoke softly. She blinked as moisture filled her eyes. "I think he's going to end up back in prison," she admitted, her eyes widening as she fought to prevent tears from falling.
He rose from his chair and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "It'll be okay, Lisa," he murmured, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. "Have a little faith."
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Barry marched into Len's living room. Len's eyebrows rose. "I could have been indisposed," he drawled.
"You're too distrustful to bring a person you're fucking to a place you live," he stated.
"Got a mouth on you, Scarlet," he drawled with a smirk.
"That wasn't new before," he pointed out.
Len propped himself against the table. "Been a long time."
"Whose fault is that?" He shook himself. "I didn't come here to fight."
"Then why are you here?"
"Do you want to end up back in prison?" he demanded.
"What do you know?"
"I can't discuss ongoing investigations."
"Yes, you're not going to let anything stop you from doing what's right," he spoke flatly.
"I lied to Joe to protect you!"
"A bit late to pretend you care now, Barry," he retorted.
Barry made a sound of frustration. "You were the one who pulled away when I started college. You were the one that always insisted I never tell Joe about you. When Joe was how I found out you were in prison, how the hell was I supposed to contact you? Visits are recorded, mail is monitored. Short of getting sent to prison myself, I couldn't see any way of talking to you."
"You had better leave," the thief stated flatly.
Barry took a deep breath. "You should really set a better example to your little sister," he stated before he walked from the room.
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Teenage Barry shifted so he faced the slightly older Len he was sat next to. "I don't think you remember me-"
"Barry Allen, kid genius, right?" he drawled.
Barry rubbed the back of his neck. "I only skipped a couple of grades," he spoke sheepishly. "You don't mind being partnered with me, do you?"
"I can cope."
"I won't do your work for you," he spoke firmly. "But if there's something you don't understand, I'm happy to go through it with you," he added with a smile.
"Noted."
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Barry cringed against his locker as Tony loomed over him. "I wouldn't do that," Len drawled as he sauntered over to them, dismissing Tony's stooges with a glance. "His foster father is a cop," he continued. "If he presses charges, your future and football career are over." He crossed his arms and leant casually against another locker. "But the choice is yours."
Tony slammed his hand against the locker next to Barry's at head height, causing the smaller boy to flinch. "Next time, do my homework," he hissed before sauntering away, followed by his stooges.
"Thanks," Barry spoke with a bright smile.
"Don't mention it," Len drawled. "In fact, don't mention me to your foster father at all."
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Barry blinked awake and sat up. He ran his hand through his hair as he smiled at the memories. God, he and Len had been thick as thieves after that. And Tony never did hassle him again. With a sigh, he plucked his phone from the nightstand and dialled a number he hadn't in a while.
"Hey Red," a deep voice rumbled.
"Hey Mick," he replied warmly.
"Been a while."
"Yeah, I wasn't sure if you'd changed your number."
"Not much need to. What's up?" Barry scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. "Spill Red."
"Len's back in town," he stated.
"And?"
"I'm concerned he's going to end up back in prison," he said in a rush.
"You know he won't listen to me."
"Can you at least try, please?"
"Sure," he agreed easily. "How's Lise?"
"Good. She decided to go to Central," he informed. "Got a full scholarship. She got several offers actually."
"You were a good influence."
"She's got a fine mind, just like Len. She hardly needed any help to get on the Honour Roll."
"Honour Roll huh?"
"All through High School," he stated, voice full of pride.
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"Your locks are shit Scarlet," Len stated as he stepped into the Speedster's living room.
He arched his eyebrows over his book. "I know people with the requisite skill set can pick any lock," he replied.
"That doesn't mean you should make it easy for them," he retorted.
Barry lowered the book. "You didn't come here to discuss my locks," he stated. "And I doubt you came just to balance out the fact I broke into your place. So?"
Len locked gazes with the brunet. "Thank you for looking after Lisa."
"I didn't do it for you," he stated as he rose. "I did it for her," he added as he walked toward the kitchen. "Drink?"
"Sure," he replied as he followed the Speedster. "How did it come about?"
"You know I got this place when I turned eighteen?" he asked, handing the thief a bottle of water.
"I was surprised Joe let you."
"I was of age, and already in my second year of college, not much he could really say about it," he answered with a shrug. "Wondered if you were how she knew," he murmured, he leant against the wall. "After you ended up in prison, she turned up at my door, bleeding," he added, emotion filling his voice. "I wasn't going to let her go back there," he stated, taking a swig from his own bottle.
"Thanks," Len spoke, heartfelt.
Barry's expression softened. "I told you, I did it for her," he spoke gently.
"Honour Roll huh?" he asked with pride.
Barry nodded. "All through High School, and she got offers of full scholarship from several colleges."
"Not surprising, given your influence," Len drawled.
He shot the thief a look. "She's got a fine mind, just like you. You could do more with your life than follow in Lewis' shoes," he stated.
"Don't go there Scarlet," he drawled dangerously.
Barry rolled his eyes. "You won't hurt me," he pointed out.
He let out a huff and took a sip of water. "Didn't think red leather was your thing Scarlet," he remarked, a hint of challenge in his voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he huffed.
"Barry," he chided. "Let's be honest, shall we?" he drawled. "You saw me, and I saw you. You needed a full-face mask if you didn't want me to recognise you."
"Fine," he sighed. "Are you trying to end up back in prison?"
"Making use of my skillset," he drawled. The Speedster let out a growl of frustration. "What did you mean, you lied to Joe?"
"I told him I didn't see any of you," he stated.
"Amazed he bought that, you've always been a terrible liar," he added with a smirk.
"I lied with the truth," he stated.
"I'm amazed you didn't turn me in."
"Vigilantism is a crime," he reminded.
"Then why do it?"
"Because in some situations, service people are out of their depth," he stated. "And I was given my abilities for a reason, right?"
"So noble," he drawled rolling his eyes. "And earnest."
"Some things don't change," he stated, pushing away from the wall. "We done?"
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Eighteen-year-old Barry opened the door to his apartment and found a thirteen-year-old Lisa on the other side. Her eyes were filled with tears, but her expression was defiant. "I didn't-"
"Come in," he urged, locking the door after her, and spotting the blood on the back of her shirt. "Take a seat," he urged and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with his first aid kit. "I'm not going to ask you to go to the cops, as much as I'd like you to," he stated.
"May I?" he asked, holding up the kit. She lifted up her shirt and turned her back to him. "This'll sting," he cautioned as he sterilised her wound, before carefully covering it. "You can stay with me," he stated.
She turned to him in surprise. "Really?"
"Let me rephrase, you are not going back there, except tomorrow to get your things," he spoke firmly.
She licked her lips. "Why-"
"You deserve better," he spoke, voice firm but gentle, tugging her top back down. "You know the best time to go, so he won't be there, don't you?"
"How will we get in? I don't have a key," she added in a soft voice.
"Your brother taught me a few things," he admitted. She blinked. "I can pick the lock if I need to," he continued, blushing.
"What if-"
He laid his hand over hers. "If he tries to kick up a stink about you staying here, show whichever official he sends your wounds, old and new."
"Okay," she breathed.
He smiled. "I doubt it'll come to that. You hungry?" She nodded. "I was just about to get dinner ready," he remarked, leading her to the kitchen. "You can help me."
"Okay," she replied with a small smile.
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Barry woke up and plucked up his phone, instantly dialling Lisa. "Hey Bare," she greeted warmly.
"Hey," he breathed, sitting up. He caught sight of his clock. "Shit, sorry about the time."
"It's okay," she assured. "You have the dream again?"
"Yeah," he responded, flopping back onto his bed. "Sorry to wake you."
"I wasn't asleep."
"What are you doing up at three in the morning?" His voice turned concerned. "You're taking care of yourself, aren't you?"
"Promise," she replied sincerely. "I had a late shift," she stated, "and I don't have a class until afternoon, so I thought I'd get some studying in. Especially since they're having a party in my hall," she added with a huff.
"Making use of your skills?"
"They come in handy from time to time," she replied.
"Never need to worry about forgetting a key," Barry added.
"Or locking yourself out accidentally," she retorted.
"Need help with anything?"
"If I do, I'll ask," she promised. "Even if it isn't your area of expertise." He heard her smile in her voice. "You should get back to sleep."
"Speak to you soon," he replied.
"Definitely," she agreed and hung up.
Barry smiled, and snuggled back into his pillow.
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Barry arrived home and found Len leaning casually against the wall beside his door. "You changed my lock?" he asked surprised.
"This one is better quality," he stated, holding out a key to the Speedster. Barry took it and unlocked the door. "I'll give Lisa a copy," he assured as he entered after the brunet and closed the door. "Do you dream about Lisa turning up at your door often?"
Barry tripped, and caught himself in a split second. "You were with her last night?" he asked, dropping his bag by the door before turning to the thief.
He lifted a shoulder. "I wasn't going to let her walk back to campus that late by herself," he drawled, voice casual. "We heard the noise before we got close to the building."
"And you stayed when she decided to study?"
He lifted another shoulder. "Strange to want to break into the Library," he remarked.
"But you were proud she was able to," he spoke with an indulgent smile.
"Of course. You didn't answer my question," he drawled.
Barry sighed. "Sometimes. It happened more when she first came here," the speedster admitted.
"And you feel the need to check on her?" he prompted.
"Yes," he sighed. "I realise that if I can ring her, obviously she's okay," he spoke before the thief could say anything. "I ring in that split second when you wake, and your dreams are all that fills your consciousness," he added with a shrug.
"She's not upset about it you know," he informed. "She's touched you care."
"She won't feel that way when I ring and she has an early morning exam or class."
"You'd be surprised," he drawled, his eyes intent on the Speedster.
He blinked as he noticed the focus. "Len?"
"I know I should resist," he murmured as he closed the distance between himself and the Speedster, "but I can't anymore." He dipped his head for a kiss Barry returned instantly, eagerly.
He pulled back after a moment. "You want it too?"
"Why do you think I was so mad at you for pulling away from me?" he breathed.
"I thought you were better off without me," he remarked, voice soft. He stroked the brunet's cheek. "Still do."
"I never did," he replied firmly, leaning into the touch. "Still don't."
"Even though I'm wasting my potential?"
Barry leant up and kissed him sweetly. "You're more than what he did his best to make you, you always have been," he murmured as he pulled back. "You just need to look at how you are with Lisa, how you were with me." Len opened his mouth. "You don't care about everyone," he continued, lifting a shoulder. "But then, a lot of people don't. You were never deliberately cruel, except to those that deserved it," he spoke firmly.
"You see the best in everyone Scarlet," he murmured.
"Not everyone," he disagreed. "I didn't see the best in Tony, or his cronies."
"You never did like bullies," he murmured.
"I was their target so often," he sighed. He locked eyes with the thief. "I would love you to give up thievery. But," he continued before Len could open his mouth, "I understand if you can't. Just don't get caught." The thief smirked. "I don't want you to end up back in prison, for Lisa's sake."
"Not for yours?" he drawled.
"Depending on the cameras they've got, I could probably visit," he replied with a grin.
"Intriguing as that is, I have no plans to get caught," he stated.
"Does anyone?" he retorted.
"Ah, but few others are as meticulous in their planning as I am." Barry opened his mouth. "I realise I did get caught, once." The Speedster waited, expression expectant. "I've refined my planning skills since then." He hummed doubtfully. "Shall I demonstrate Scarlet?" he purred. Barry blinked up at him. "I've been planning what I'd do to you, if I ever got the chance to play," he continued, his drawling purr causing the Speedster to shiver. "Shall I demonstrate?"
Barry licked his lips. "Please," he breathed.
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The Flash thudded to the floor, and braced himself to rise again. He just had to beat this meta! No one else could.
A metallic whirr filled the air, followed swiftly by a blue-white light. He blinked away the glare and realised his opponent was now a metacicle. "Chill out," Len drawled.
Barry snorted and rose. "Thanks for the help," he spoke warmly, noting the thief was in a parka with the hood drawn up and black goggles.
"Couldn't let you have all the fun," he replied in a cocky drawl. "What happens now? Leave them for the police to collect?"
Barry shook his head. "The police can't handle them," he stated. "Want a lift?"
"Can you carry us both?"
"Easily," he replied with a cocky grin.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"A cell's waiting Bare," Cisco spoke over his comms. Barry tapped into the Speedforce, dropped Len off in the Cortex before speeding around to the waiting meta-dampening cell. Then he sped back toward the Cortex.
"Captain Chill. Captain Cool," Cisco listed, trying them out.
"Captain Cold sounds better," Barry returned as he pulled back his cowl.
"Dude!" Cisco scolded.
"Len already knows," he replied negligently.
"Barry and I go way back," Len drawled, pulled back his hood and tugging his goggles around his neck.
"Cisco, Caitlin, this is Len," Barry introduced.
"Hey," Cisco greeted.
"Hello," Caitlin spoke with a shy smile.
Len nodded. He leant indolently against the counter. "If you've got any sense, you'll look me up," he drawled. "So I'll tell you up front, I've got a criminal record," he stated.
Cisco blinked. "Thank you for being honest with us," Caitlin replied warmly.
"Where did you get that cold gun?" Cisco asked, trying to get a look at it.
"I didn't steal it," he stated. "Bought it off the guy who did," he added with a grin. "Figured if there was a gun out there that could counteract Barry's abilities, it's better off in my hands."
"What?" Barry asked, startled.
"Extreme cold would counteract your speed," Cisco stated.
"How would you know that?" the Speedster asked. Len's expression turned challenging. He knew exactly how the genius knew, and would spill it if the Latin brunet didn't. Cisco sighed. "Because I made it," he stated.
"Cisco!" Barry retorted, affronted.
"I made it before I knew your character," he defended. "Before I knew that you'd never abuse your powers."
Barry huffed, causing Len to chuckle softly. "He'll get over it," he stated, smiling wide at Barry's narrow-eyed gaze. "Eventually."
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Barry looked up at the unmistakable sound of a lock being picked. His eyebrows rose when Len stepped through his door. "Why change my lock, if you're just going to pick it?"
"To keep everyone but me out," he retorted easily.
Barry shook his head fondly. "Why not just get a key?"
"Didn't want to be presumptuous, Scarlet," he answered with a shrug. He leant against the wall, arms crossed indolently. "I'm surprised at you Barry," he remarked. The Speedster blinked at the lack of nickname. "Didn't think you were the type to go for unlawful imprisonment," he continued, voice deliberately light but scolding.
The brunet blinked. "Prisons wouldn't hold them with their abilities," he replied instantly, still stunned.
"Then suggest Iron Heights add a meta-proof wing, with Cisco as the potential designer."
Barry's expression turned thoughtful. "That's a good idea," he murmured.
"You keep telling me I've got a fine mind," Len drawled as he pushed off from the wall.
"You do," he replied with a smile, which widened when the thief settled beside him. He licked his lips. "I didn't realise how much the thought of them in the cells bugs me," he spoke softly.
"I know you better than you know yourself Scarlet," he drawled, smirking at the Speedster's shiver.
"Then why did you take so long to make a move?"
"I told you my reasons," he retorted, narrowing his eyes.
"And you know I would have cared even less for them back then," he shot back with a grin and slid closer to the thief.
Len wrapped his arms around the slighter man. "I let you go once," he murmured, dipping his head until their mouths were only inches apart, "I don't have it in me to do it again." He pressed his mouth against Barry's before the brunet could retort, confident in his ability to derail the genius' thoughts. At least for a while.
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Barry knocked on Captain Singh's office door and got waved in. "What can I do for you Barry?" he asked warmly as the CSI closed the door after himself.
He licked his lips. "I've got an idea to pitch," he stated. His Captain gestured for him to sit. He did so, and faced his companion's expectant but encouraging expression. "A meta wing for Iron Heights," he stated in a rush. "The metahuman dampening technology designed and created by Cisco Ramon."
"Not what I was expecting," he murmured. "But that is a good idea. It's best if we have somewhere we can safely hold them, when they're caught breaking the law."
Barry smiled, relieved. "A friend of mine came up with it," he stated, "and since it sounded good to me, I thought I'd pitch it to you."
"Was this friend Cisco?" he asked with a smile.
"No," Barry replied, blushing. "A different friend."
"I see," he murmured with a warmer smile. "Well, if he has any other good ideas, let me know. I think I'd better make an appointment with the Mayor." He paused. "Do you really think this Cisco could make the technology?"
"If anyone could, it's Cisco Ramon," he answered honestly.
"Good. Now, don't you have work to do?" he asked, voice still warm.
"Yes Sir," he replied as he rose. "Thanks for listening," he replied, ducking his head before hustling from the room.
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Barry stretched his arms above his head, bare skin covered in a sheen of sweat, and all but purring with satisfaction. He curled around Len, smiling when the thief wrapped a possessive arm around him. "My Captain liked your idea," he murmured, snuggling close.
"Oh?"
"Your meta-wing idea," he elaborated, tracing idle fingers along Len's tattooed torso. "First thing this morning. He liked it, was going to ring the Mayor to discuss it."
"That's better for your conscience," he murmured, running his fingers through the speedster's hair.
"And it gives you an example of what you could do if you put your mind to it."
Len smiled. "One good idea does not a career make, Scarlet." His lips curved in a smirk. "And I can think of far better things to do with our time," he purred.
"Already?" Barry breathed, looking up at the thief in surprise.
Len chuckled wickedly. "What happened to your heightened libido?"
"You satisfied it," he replied before grinning. "But I'm sure you could spark it to life, if you set your mind to it."
Len rolled them over, his long-fingered hands gliding temptingly down his Speedster's torso. "It won't take much," he drawled, shifting until their mouths were only inches apart. "Will it Scarlet?"
Barry whimpered and closed the distance between them for a heated kiss. Len let out a satisfied hum, mind already filled with plans of what he could do to satisfy his Speedster. Again.
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Barry looked up from his book as a key slid into the lick. His smile remained warm as Lisa closed the door after herself. "Hey Lise," he greeted.
"Hey Bare," she responded just as warmly as she locked the door.
He patted the space beside himself and she joined him, cuddling close. "Everything okay?" he asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Mm. Just missed you," she responded easily.
"Okay, well, if it's ever more than that-"
"I know," she interrupted with a smile. "You know I'm more likely to go to you than Len or Mick, right?"
"Especially if it regards someone upsetting you," he replied knowingly.
"You accept them so well," she murmured.
"I've known them – and their potential reactions – for years. While I might try and rein them in occasionally, I wouldn't want either of them to change. Encouraging Len to be more is not the same thing," he added firmly.
"No," she agreed, "it's encouraging him to become all that he is, not the warped version Lewis created." Barry rubbed her shoulder gently. "I'm okay." She blew out a breath. "In fact, I am amazing, and it's because of you. I just want Len to be the best version of himself too."
"Which is why you manipulated me into going to see him," he remarked, expression fond.
She grinned unrepentantly. "I knew if I could get you to open the lines of communication, he wouldn't be able to resist you."
"Because I'm so irresistible," he retorted sarcastically.
"Because he's been in love with you for years."
"I am aware of that," he spoke with a warm smile.
"Since before he went to juvie," she stated with a smirk.
Barry blinked. "How-"
"He talked about you all the time," she spoke with the long-sufferance of a younger sibling.
"Are you sure he'd want me to know that?"
"If he hasn't told you already, it's his own fault," she retorted with a grin.
He kissed the top of her head. "You can be such a brat sometimes," he spoke with fondness.
"Love you too."
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Len let himself into Barry's apartment and blinked at finding Lisa there. "You okay?" he asked her in concern.
She sighed. "Just thought I'd stay over."
"They having another party?" He asked with a smile.
"Yes," she sighed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to crash. Try not to make too much noise."
"Brat," Barry retorted. She grinned at him over her shoulder before she closed the door to her bedroom. "Hey," he greeted Len.
"Hello Scarlet," the thief drawled. He closed the durance between them and kissed his Speedster soundly. Barry shivered. "Good thing your bedrooms don't share a wall," he drawled.
"But-" Len quieted him with gentle fingers to his lips.
"I'm sure I can find ways to keep you quiet," he purred, smirking at his Speedster's shiver.
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Barry let out a contented hum as he curled against Len's bare side, his fingers drifting lazily along the thief's tattoos. Len gazed down at him for a moment. "What?" Barry breathed. "What are you thinking?"
"I need to talk to you about something Barry," he responded, voice soft.
The Speedster shifted until he could look up at the thief. "Shoot."
"I've sweettalked Cisco into making Mick a heat gun, and he's going to be helping me look out for you," he remarked.
The younger man smiled brightly. "What name did Cisco come up for him?"
"Heat Wave," he supplied.
"I like it," he murmured.
"I thought you might." He licked his lips. "I've been talking to Mick," he remarked. "Apart from the vigilantism, we're going to go straight," he stated.
"What are you going to do?" he asked lightly.
"I realised that my skillset can be used in a legitimate fashion," he stated. "Who better than a master thief to point out the holes in security?"
"And who better than a pyro to point out the fire risks in any given building?" Barry finished with a smile.
"Exactly."
Barry smiled up at him, before he blew out a breath. "Okay, you know I've been encouraging you to go legit, but you know I would have continued to support your choices if you'd remained a thief, right?" he spoke in a rush.
"I know," he replied, stroking a thumb over the younger man's cheekbone.
"So why…?"
Len rose and retrieved a jewellery box from his pile of clothes. Barry's breath hitched. "I always thought you deserved better than me," he stated as he settled back beside his Speedster on the bed. "But now I won't be able to let you go, so I need to be better, to deserve you," he added and flicked the box open, revealing the ring nestled inside. "Barry Allen, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" he replied ecstatically, holding out his left hand, fingers splayed.
Laughing softly, smile warm, Len slid the ring onto his Speedster's finger. "You realise, once we're married, it'll be impossible to get rid of me," he warned.
"That sounds even better," he replied, closing the distance between them to kiss Len soundly. He settled astride Len's pelvis. "Let me," he breathed, their mouths inches apart.
"Go ahead Scarlet," he drawled breathily, watching heatedly as his fiancée sank down onto his cock. He settled his hands on his Speedster's hips, fingers splayed possessively, his expression rapturous as he watched his fiancée ride his cock. Barry let out a breathy moan, lust and love in his eyes as he locked gazes with Len, clenching hard around the slightly older man as he took him deep, sending them both over the edge.
Barry collapsed against Len's chest, his left hand resting over the older man's heart. "I'll be yours always," he promised, voice soft but full of feeling.
"I've always been yours, and always will be," Len promised, linking their fingers together. He knew that no matter what life threw at them, they would face it. Together.