AN: In which Harry and Slade are together on the island before Oliver arrives. (Arrow)

Harry crossed his arms, glaring at Slade. "It was not his fault, Slade! He had guns pointed at him and at Sara and Shado!"

Slade flinched but remained steady, the weakness of the past few nights gone. There were no more burn scars, no smell of infection, just pure healthy skin. "He could have done something! Shado trained him!"

Oliver flinched from where he was standing with Sara. "Slade-"

"Kid, get out of here. I never want to see you again!"

Harry let a little of the wolf out, growling lowly in his throat. "Slade."

Slade turned towards him, one of his hands going to a blade.

"Oliver, go back to the plane," Harry ordered firmly, taking a step closer towards Slade. "Take Shado and Sara too."

"But-"

"This will probably end in sex," Harry retorted. "And unless you've got voyeuristic tendencies that I don't know about… Or unless you want to join us..."

Oliver paled and took a step back, gently picking up an injured Shado. Harry focused on Slade but not without getting a whiff of arousal from behind him. He turned to look at Oliver, raising an eyebrow. Oliver's eyes widened then he turned around, taking off for the plane, Sara at his heels.

"Harry!"

"Slade, it was not his fault. Blame the scientist for that but not Oliver. Blame the soldiers who followed orders. Did you see Oliver's face? It's not his fault!"

Slade's eyes narrowed. "Where were you? The wolf of Lian Yu?"

"I was shifting. It was a full moon last night, in case you forgot. And you know it takes me a while to shift either way!"

Slade's harsh breathing continued, his eyes wide with anger and just a little bit of lust as he glanced down Harry's body. Harry smirked, stalking forward to meet Slade halfway. They both met each other in the middle of the small clearing, the bodies of the dead soldiers surrounding them. Harry had just shifted back onto two legs and as per usual, his heart was pumping fast and his blood was speeding throughout his body.

The change back to human always ended in him being aroused. Before he had arrived on the island, he usually just jerked himself off. Now though, Slade always said yes to good sex and Harry did too, wrapping his arms around the other man and pulling him in.

He could smell the sweat that was dripping down Slade's back and feel the sweat roll down his own back as they collided, kissing almost frantically as Slade tore off his clothes, shucking out of his pants and shoes. Harry banished his loose shirt and pants as Slade groaned, stepping closer to him to try to get more friction against their rapidly hardening cocks.

"Fuck," Slade muttered, breathing heavily.

"Oh, hey, now that you're a…" Harry started, pushing Slade backward until the mercenary hit a tree and kissing a line up his bare throat. "...supersoldier, you can handle me."

Slade laughed low in his throat, curled his arms around Harry, his nails digging into Harry's back. Pleasure sped through both of their bodies as they moved, not even caring about the bodies around them. A few years ago, Harry would have minded but now? Not so much. A few of the bodies had chunks of skin torn out and one body was notably minus one arm, the offending limb having gotten thrown a few feet away. Harry vaguely remembered that that man had touched Oliver and his wolf had taken offense to that. "Who said I can't handle you?"

"You did a couple of months ago."

Harry reached down a hand, grasped both of their cocks. Slade sucked in a tight breath, tucking his head into the crook of Harry's neck as Harry's hands moved over him.

"I did not."

"Did too," Harry muttered.

Slade rolled his eyes, placing a biting kiss on the juncture between Harry's neck and his shoulder. Harry shivered next to him then moved to bite a claiming mark on Slade's neck, a low growl coming from the wizard. Slade groaned, sparks of pleasure flooding his system as his release came. Harry's arms around him tightened, holding him up as his body went limp. He distantly heard Harry's breath stutter and the other man came too, still holding the both of them up and watching for any mercenaries at the same time.

"Well, so much for the rescue then."

Oliver bent over the man he had killed, the chains that Malcolm had tied him up with still dangling from his wrists, and was about to reach for the gun when he recognized that voice. He turned around to see Harry and Slade standing at the doorway that Malcolm had left through.

"Hey, kid," Slade muttered, his dark eyes knit in concern. His ever present two swords were strapped to his back along with what Oliver knew to be various other weaponry all over Slade's person. "You okay?"

"Oliver?" Harry asked, gesturing to the chains. Oliver felt familiar magic wrap around him, warming him up and unlocking the cuffs around his wrist at the same time. "I take it a lot has happened since you came back?"

Oliver stared, blinked a little. "It's… been a while, you guys."

Harry and Slade exchanged looks before Harry walked towards him, slowly and cautiously. Slade stayed where he was, his hand dropping to the gun on the belt at his waist and pulling it out only to shoot at a space behind him. Another guard dropped right where Slade had shot.

"You injured?" Slade asked, holstering the gun and walking over to stop in front of Oliver and next to Harry.

"Achy," Oliver murmured. "I was just hanging by my arms, you know."

Harry snorted, reaching out to wrap an arm around Oliver's waist and reeling him in for a hug. When Oliver didn't even fuss about it, Slade closed the distance and reached out too, lightly grasping Oliver's hand.

"Tell us everything," Harry whispered.