A/N: After about twenty minutes of battling my iTouch, I remembered I had a secondary posting place. Sadly, it's heavily monitored. Then my iTouch started working. Yay.

Now this chapter is… definitely rated T. Wake up, smell the roses, see the rating, if you're not a teen, back away, if you are, keep on readin'.

Disclaimer: I don't own.
Warning: RATED T. And no, it's not going up to M.

Toxic

Loyalty was one of Wally's best qualities. No one could ever argue with that.

He found the apartment door locked one day. It wasn't terribly unusual, it just meant that Roy wasn't home. But it was noon, Roy still didn't have a job, didn't go to college, and usually say around watching Law & Order at noon, his daily fix alongside of a few beers and a couple of cigarettes.

The speedster figured knocking was less important that most other things, but he had to respect Roy in some aspects, especially since they had hit rocky ground in the past few days with money issues; Wally had been chipping in bits of his food allowance to help feed and house Harper, but it wasn't enough to keep things square and they'd had to go to Queen for some extra money. From the expression on Roy's face when he returned to the apartment, it hadn't gone over well.

The lock was picked in a few minutes, and all Wally heard was the sound of cartoons bellowing out sound effects and bad seventies music, probably Scooby-Doo reruns that Harper sometimes left on just to keep the silence from being so damn deafening.

For a second, he thought he heard Roy too but he was distant to Wally's untrained ears. Running didn't take much patience or listening compared to the high-strung, paranoid life-style of human vigilantes. If he had Robin's abilities, he would've been able to pinpoint Roy's exactly location and give his heart rate and about twenty other things just by listening carefully.

On soft feet, he padded towards the bedroom, quiet as a mouse. He looked at the closed door for a moment and listened. Wally knew for a fact that Roy didn't sleep with his door closed; it was another paranoia thing. The freckled boy was glad he wasn't in on that side of heroism.

Sounds emerged from inside the room. Roy's voice, soft and inaudible. And another, quieter and entirely unreadable.

He pushed the door open.

Inside was Roy over a dark-haired woman with a face Wally only recognized from Justice League files. And they were naked. And covered in sweat. West was no fool.

"Roy?"

A shiver ran through his hot body as his blue eyes flickered over his shoulder, zeroing in on the source. "Shit, Wally, it's not what-"

Submissively, numbly, Wally cut in, "I know."

Harper gulped and looked to the beautiful woman under him before nodding to the pile of clothes they'd tossed to one side. He groped for his boxers at the least while she hid her bare body with the blankets. He managed to slide them on while hopping over to Wally where he still lingered in the doorway like a lost soul. "Listen, Wally, it looks bad, but I can explain."

"I know." His voice was dull, lifeless. The hurt was still raw, but he knew he could cut through the pain well enough. He was used to it. All the names. All the abuse. He adapted just fine to everything else. How was this any different?

He took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder as Jade pulled on her clothes. Then his deep blue eyes fell back on Wally. "You know I want you, but every time you draw the line for me, I go a little bit insane." His voice was begging, pleading, desperate for the love he knew only Wally would offer. "You push me away to keep us safe from each other, I get it." He swallowed hard and reached for the speedster's hand, his whole body shaking, terrified of rejection; Roy didn't want to be alone. That was his biggest fear in life. "She's just a reprieve from all the pent up... us."

"I know." His gaze was distant, glassy. The slit in his heart was only growing.

But he kept going. "I don't want anyone but you, don't forget that. I want you, Wally." He leaned down a little bit, his hand cupping his lover's chin in his hand, his usually stony features growing soft. "It's always going to be you, I promise."

He couldn't stop himself; he sniffled. "You could've at least told me..."

"Oh God..." Roy didn't bother with forgiveness. He knew the damn kid couldn't hold a grudge to save his soul. The archer just grabbed Wally and pulled him tight to his chest, hands up in the kid's hair and his lips all over his neck and forehead and lips... He screwed up. He made Wally cry. It was the ultimate Hell he would be sent to, one where the kid would cry and there was no way to make it better. Just like the situation with his damned dad... "I won't do it again, I promise," murmured the elder redhead as he began to whisper reassurances into his lover's ear. "I won't hurt you anymore, I swear."

He just knew he was crying, that Roy was holding him and kissing him, and that Cheshire was gone, a memory in the wind. That was all Wally needed. The archer could've been cheating on him the whole time, but all the speedster could see was love, something raw and true. "Roy..."

He pulled himself away from the younger for a moment to look worriedly into the child's pure jade orbs that threatened more tears.

He swallowed hard, not thinking of his words before they came out. He just knew he needed to keep Roy with him, forever and always. Harper wasn't getting away that easily as long as Wally had anything to say about it. "If you wanted me that badly," he said, words a bit shy as he reached a quaking hand out to finger the waistband of Roy's boxers, "you could've just asked."

It didn't take more than a minute for the archer to be all over the boy; he needed this love, this drug, more than anything else in the world. He needed Wally.

A/N: Warned you, didn't I? So review? Thanks. Sorry for the delay.

~Sky