Thank you KDesai for requesting the date! This will be a small story with a few chapters showing how Barry and Len adjust to their new relationship. All set to take place before My Boyfriend's Back but can act as a stand alone.

Leonard raced through the streets of Central City, Barry Allen's body leaning against him but also moving his body to mimic his own. The kid's arms were wrapped tightly but comfortably around his waist. They were headed to Saints and Sinners to have a talk, a talk that he and his libido hoped would turn to something much more fun.

He had walked out of the library, eyes intently focused on five of who knew how many members of Team Flash. Dr. Caitlin Snow, Detective Edward Thawne, Iris West, Cisco Ramon and of course Barry 'The Flash' Allen were discussing and arguing about the movie they'd all just seen and it had been far more amusing than the film itself.

Apparently that had been one strike to many for the young man he'd met there for what should have been a first date. He would have felt bad for letting his obsession get the better of him had there been an actual attraction between the two or a spark, but as it was, he felt nothing. The young man was a poor substitute for what he really wanted. So he hadn't argue when the younger man walked to his own car without him.

Barry and Cisco were valiantly arguing the merits of bad guys remaining bad guys and the terrible way in which, as Barry so eloquently put it, they neutered Maleficent and turned her into a 'fairy God-mother'. His unexpected laugh had been shielded by the detective and doctor's own bark of laughter when Barry had first thrown out the term neutered.

Iris tried and failed to defend the idea of the character along with it's message that romantic love was not the only type of true love. He agreed with her on that point alone, but neither of the two geeks had been willing to concede.

Len had been completely taken aback by Barry's point of view of fictional villains being far more popular than their hero counter parts. It didnt seem right that an actual, real life superhero was a bigger fan of the types of men he'd thrown in jail or prison.

As the group had separated, Len was too engrossed in listening to what they were saying to simply let them leave. It had been one of the best decisions he'd made that night. Maybe even that entire week. Why? Because he'd heard everything.

Barry Allen, little goodie-two-shoes that he was had admitted that not only did he find him attractive, but that he found him sexy. Thanks to the wonderfully absurd but brilliant engineer, he'd also confirmed that he, Leonard Snart, was his type and that he did indeed have a crush on him. Cisco had even managed to get Barry to admit he liked him because he was Captain Cold and that even if he'd been a super-hero he might not have been interested.

And why?

Because he wasn't just a villain, he was Barry's villain. The Flash's villain.

He hadn't been able to resist. The moment he'd heard that he was his type, Leonard had made his move and stepped out from between a couple of cars to face Barry. He hadn't even known the younger man was gay, let alone into him. But after he'd known, he needed to explore, he had to know exactly how much of their connection was based on lust and adrenaline or if there was something more to it.

He'd waited until Cisco was gone before leaning close, his arm still around his waist, and pressed his lips to Barry's ear. "So Scarlet, care to take a ride?" He let the double entendre slip free, loving the heat the kid's blush gave off.

They pulled up to the bar that was completely packed on a Saturday night and parked in the owner's space. "Wait, this place is yours?"

"Got a have some kind of legal income." Len shrugged as he removed his helmet. He took Barry's from him and locked them to his black bullet bike and climbed off.

"I guess that makes sense." Barry looked nervous as he got off the bike and immediately shoved his hands back in his jacket pockets. He had only been there a handful of times and he looked and probably felt out of place.

"Relax kid, I'm the only one who bites." He smirked.

"Actually about that," He stepped up to Len and leaned close before he whispered. "you haven't told any of your Rogues about my identity, right?"

He rolled his eyes as he slung his arm around his waist again. "Come on, Kid, have a little faith. I haven't told anyone who you are, not even my sister."

"Can you blame me for doubting? You did betray me."

"Still never let your identity slip." He shrugged deciding they needed to get away from that subject fast. "Now, you wanna come in and talk or should I let you take off?"

He watched as Barry seemed to really think about it. He may have wanted the boy in his bed, but he wasn't going to force him into something he didn't really want. Still, he couldn't deny the sting of rejection as the kid remained silent for sixty-seven seconds. "I want to talk."

Before he could change his mind, Leonard walked them into the bar and ignored the shouts of and cheers from a few of his rogues. It was after eleven so he wasn't at all surprised by how drunk Mark, Mick and Hartley were. Barry pressed closer which he couldn't deny he liked as he steered him through the crowd of people and to his office.

"We'll have a lot more privacy in here." He closed the door behind Barry and smiled when he saw the look of shock on the kid's face.

It wasn't so much an office as it was a very large room with a billiards table, two recliners and a a small sofa, a big garish wooden desk and a red leather desk chair. There walls were lined with shelves full of books, with the exception of the wall opposite the door. That one had it's own door that led to a bathroom.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I'm pretty sure you'll decline." Len smiled as he walked over to the sofa and took a seat. He patted the empty space beside him.

Barry joined him but he looked more and more uncomfortable by the second. He wished the kid could get drunk, but he knew it wasn't possible with his metabolism. When he'd learned his identity he'd stalked him and was able to determine that much by the amounts of food he ate in a single day as well as how quickly he healed.

"Why do you think I'd decline?"

"Because you've never had a beer when you've come in and because I'm certain you aren't capable of benefiting from it." He smirked.

"Yeah that's pretty much true."

"So, you like the bad guys?" He tilted his head as he looked at Barry's lips.

"I...I wouldn't say it quite like that." The red he turned was quite attractive. "I mean, in fiction it really is different. Bad guys are usually cooler. They get the better outfits, the better lines and they get to do things that everyone wants to do, even the hero."

"Sounds like real life, too."

"How do you figure?" Barry chuckled, his body losing a fraction of the tension curled in his shoulders.

"Don't get me wrong, Scarlet, I like your suit just fine, but I think we both know who has the better wardrobe." He teased. "My lines are far cooler than yours," he paused to enjoy the sound of Barry's soft laughter and also for effect. "and I definitely get to to do things that everyone wants to do. Even you."

"Like what?" The kid challenged with an open smile. "What do you get to do that I don't?"

"Well for one," Leonard leaned forward, placing a hand on Barry's hip and pressing his cheek against the kid's. "I get to debauch superheroes like you."

"You've had other superheroes?" Barry grinned.

"Gotta start somewhere, Scarlet." He replied and brought his free hand up to caress his cheek, his eyes tracing the lines of Barry's lips, his fingers following after. He felt more than saw the shiver that ran through Barry as his whole body turned red.

"What else?" Barry asked softly. "What else do you get to do that I'd want to do?"

"I get paid for one." He answered dryly. "And don't even try to tell me that you get paid in the way of knowing you did a good job or I swear I'll..."

The young man laughed again and placed his hands on Len's chest, moving them to the lapels of his jacket as he pulled it off. "You'll what?"

Leonard had never been a man to ignore an obvious invitation, so he closed the small gap between them and answered him with a kiss. It was soft, but warm as their lips moved together and he deepened it when Barry's arms wrapped around his neck. When Barry moaned into the kiss, Len couldn't help the possessive growl that rumbled through him.

"We need ground rules." Barry gasped as he pulled back, their eyes meeting.
"Agreed." Len nodded but pulled him close for another kiss. "I don't stop pulling heists or other jobs and you keep coming after me."

"But I won't put you or your teammates away so long as you don't kill or harm anyone innocent."

"Rogues, Barry, Rogues." He teased as he moved his lips to kiss and nip down the kid's jaw. "We get to defend ourselves no matter who it is." He amended as he felt Barry's hands tug his tucked in shirt from his jeans. "Got it?"

"Fine." Barry nodded. "You can defend yourselves, like I said. Life and death, though." He brought his trembling hands back up to the front of his chest and started working on his tie, Len still biting at his jaw and neck. "None of this I had to kill to avoid jail or prison."

The fevered touches increased between them as Len tried to stay in control of his own thoughts. He couldn't afford to agree to something only to back out of it later when he realized how preoccupied he'd been. Barry threw his tie to the floor with his jacket and then worked on the buttons, and Len was a little shocked he wasn't speeding through it.

"This isn't a one night stand." Barry whispered self-consciously and the sound in his voice was worried and so small that Len forced himself to stop and actually look at the kid. "I mean it. If that's what you want this to be, I should, I should leave now before we get too carried away."

He frowned as he tried to understand what the kid was saying. Honestly he hadn't put much thought into what they were about to do, he'd been running on lust since he'd heard Barry call him sexy and insist that he was his type.

"What are you asking for, Barry?" He was tempted to call him Scarlet, but he needed the kid to understand that he was being serious at the moment.

"I don't do casual." Barry blushed. "Well, maybe it's more like I can't...I fall easy and I can't keep emotions out of sex."

Len leaned back against the arm of the sofa and smirked as he really let himself think about it. He shrugged out of his long sleeved shirt and dropped it, letting himself cool down in his white undershirt as Barry's concerns sunk in. What would dating Barry Allen be like? What would dating The Flash be like? Then again, they were going over ground rules and he'd been on board with that so he clearly had wanted this to continue passed tonight.

"So you want us to date." Len clarified. "In and out of costume?"

"Yes. I mean, well only if..." He stammered and blushed and then laughed at himself. "Only if you are interested. If you don't want me or want to pursue more than that's fine just you know, tell me."

"Don't give you the cold shoulder?" Len couldn't help himself and he was more than pleased when it got Barry's self-deprecating smile to turn back to a more natural and genuine one. "You actually want to find out what it's like to date a villain, then I'm game, but nothing changes between us when in costume."

"Wait, really?" He smiled brightly. "You actually want to date me?"

"Let's just say your definitely my speed." Barry rolled his eyes at him and he couldn't help his own soft laughter. "Yes I want to try dating you. Any other ground rules on your end?"

"I'm not kidding about the murder thing, Leonard." Barry nodded. "I will not date a murderer."

"Fine. Who amongst the Rogues knows you are The Flash?"

"Hartley Rathaway is the only one I know of." Barry sighed. "He figured it out on his own when he first came after Harrison Wells."

"No one else?"

"As far as I know and it has to stay that way." He said. "Enough people know my identity as it is."

"Done, though my sister and Mick will probably figure it out on their own." Len warned.

"Wait, Mick? Really?"

"Despite what you and your little team believe, Mick's a very intuitive guy. He may not be book smart like you and your friends, but he's very observant and very little gets by him unless there's a flame or pretty face to distract him."

"OK well, on my end," Barry frowned and sighed.

"I don't mind being your dirty little secret, Kid." Len smirked. "Obviously the Detective can't know about me and neither can the public. They find out and you lose your job."

Barry shivered and for a moment, Leonard was convinced the kid was going to back out. He caught his eyes, however and realized he'd misread the action. The kid's pupil's were blown and he looked like he was about to pounce on him. Dating a bad boy really did turn him on!

"No dating other people. Even to convince others you aren't dating me." Len added.

"What?"

"I mean it. I'll keep my more homicidal urges in check, but one thing I won't tolerate, is anyone else in your life. No fake dates to keep the detectives off our trail. No kisses, no hand holding, none of it. You want out, you tell me. Go behind my back and I'll show you and whoever you betray me with just how cold I can be."

He expected Barry to argue, maybe even snap at him for being such a jealous and possessive jerk. Instead the kid had climbed into his lap in a flash and was kissing him as hungrily and urgently as he could. His hands were already working to pull his shirt off and Leonard was more than pleased to find someone who finally found his nature a turn on.

Len couldn't count the men he'd scared off with that warning, which was why he usually made it clear early on. Incidentally, it was also why he rarely saw the same guy more than once.

"Same goes for you. I mean I wouldn't threaten them, but you know." Barry breathed rapidly and before Leonard could agree, their lips were fused together once more.

There was more, there had to be more, but Leonard quickly lost his focus when Barry palmed his erection over his jeans. He moaned from the unexpected contact and then realized that the kid in his lap was far too covered for his liking. He immediately set to stripping Barry out of his jacket and t-shirt.

"Don't...don't stop being you though, OK?" Barry blushed as he pulled back. "I mean don't hurt people, but don't ever change."

With a soft chuckle, Leonard quickly agreed. "That's not something you'll ever have to worry about, Scarlet." He kissed him again. "You just promise me that The Flash will never stop trying to foil Captain Cold's heists and I promise there will always be a Captain Cold pulling heists."