A/N: I love all of your reviews. Every one of them. You guys always say so much and say exactly what I like to hear. And just a special note, I love how DemonUntilDeath said I "get away with weak Wally" and I just think it's funny. It's like escaping Arkham XD
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own.
Toxic
Wally breathed in Roy, every inch of him, the smoke on his lips, the alcohol on his breath. It was all such familiar territory. Even the inner caverns of his mouth were something Kid Flash knew everything about; the same could be said about Roy's six-pack under his shirt. The speedster had adapted to his archer, both the good and the bad, the legal and illegal.
One of Roy's hands pinned the young ginger's arm to the wall while the other began to tug at the smaller boy's shirt while he was pinned against the wall. Harper had to lean down a bit to get their lips meeting and their tongues tangled, but he couldn't always linger over the boy and be the upper hand at everything. Still, he was stronger, more powerful. It was hard to resist taking control. He was so much more experienced with roaming a body and getting what he wanted. Letting Wally lead was like letting a mute head a speech team: no clue what was going on or how to even begin.
Despite everything Roy put him through, the minimal verbal abuse, the overly lusty sessions, the drinking and smoking, Wally stayed. He was the puppy that kept on getting kicked but would always return to its master for attention and acceptance. And Roy never failed to deliver.
Their lips pressed tightly together, the only sounds made being the rustling of fabric as Roy made a smooth, subtle attempt to pull away at Wally's shirt and the sound of pitiful, wanting moans that managed to escape from both boys as they clung to each other as if for dear life.
Roy had to break away for air for just a moment before diving back in, his tongue finding West's so that he could keep the boy distracted and maybe, finally, get his damned shirt off-
He wasn't nearly as strong as the archer, but West pushed Roy away, their mouths parting. "Stop it." His green eyes were serious and dark, his voice severe. "Hands off the shirt." Wally kept a firm hand between them, ready to draw the line when it came to physical affection. Roy was already eighteen, and if drinking and smoking weren't bad enough, sex with a minor would draw the line and Harper could be put in prison. He was only doing it to protect his lover even though he knew how badly the archer wanted something more.
A grimace of pain and anger smeared his handsome face for a moment before he reluctantly resigned, settling back in to keep the fifteen-year-old against the wall and keep his lips moving, minus the words. Roy let go of his shirt, but it didn't stop the archer's hand from moving up beneath the fabric to run along the speedster's toned chest and warm body. The heat alone made Harper shiver with lust.
Too engrossed with their kiss to pay much attention, Wally reached his hands up into the elder's hair and tried to suppress how much he wanted Roy. All along, this was his dream, peace, quiet, love, passion. Something more than friendship and he'd certainly gotten-
"Ow, Roy, stop." The words were a mere gasp of pain, the boy immediately turning his head away from the archer as the hurt sizzled into his skin from where Harper's hands had touched fresh wounds that had just gotten stitches that morning. "That hurts."
And Roy pulled his hand away, out from under the kid's shirt, and up to the boy's freckled face. "What did you do? Stitches, Wally. That's serious."
He should've been more careful, he knew. He should've kept Roy from getting so close in the first place. "Just some battle wounds-"
"You're out of commission because you twisted your ankle last week fighting Mirror Master with Barry, and the League wants to make sure it healed up right. You're due back on duty in two days." His blue eyes narrowed; he knew. "I'm not an idiot, Wally. If you think I'm some kind of moron that'll fall for that shit you're feeding me-"
"I'm fine, Roy." He had to get his mind off of it, onto something else. Love. That was where they wanted to be. Love. Some kind of happy place where scars were invisible and wounds never hurt. "Come on, let's just get back to-"
The explosion of anger behind Harper's words were enough to make the speedster cringe. "He hurt you again, didn't he? That bastard! I'll kill him! I swear, I'll kill him! He hurt you, and now - I just don't get it! What the Hell did you do wrong to piss him off, huh? What would make him want to hit you? And why the fuck do you have goddamn stitches? I'll just kill him, hurting you... Bastard!" He roughly shoved Wally into the wall before moving to find his bow. Whatever evidence of Red Arrow was left behind, he didn't care. If that man killed Wally, Roy wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Killing him now was easier, make sure West wouldn't get hurt ever again.
After a few moments of shaking fear and the initial shock of such an outburst, Wally managed to collect his thoughts. He felt his face and his chest for new wounds, a response that he'd grown all too accustomed too. And he was already watching Roy pull his bow and a quiver out from behind some closet panels near the apartment's front door. "Roy..."
Through the blinding red rage, Harper couldn't hear him. He knew his costume was just behind another panel but getting it out would take too much time; the arrow would give away his connection anywa-
"Roy!"
He turned in one swift movement and saw the little boy, the one he loved so dearly, crumpled on the floor, eyes terrified and helpless, with one hand reaching out for the archer. "Roy, please, don't, I'm begging you..." His face was twisted into something fearful, and his stunning jade orbs glistened with cold, heartbroken tears. "He's... He's still my dad..."
The bow and quiver both clattered to the floor, and the elder moved towards the fragile child, kneeling on the floor, grabbing his shaking body, and pulling Wally close so that their pounding hearts could beat nearer to each other.
"Don't hurt him, Roy."
"I won't."
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~Sky